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weemssapphic · 1 year

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Her Favorite Dance

Brienne of Tarth x f!reader

This is basically a rewrite of the ball that Brienne’s father threw for her to find her a suitor except instead of Renly swooping in to save the day, it’s reader, because I need to rewrite canon to heal my heartbreak. I aged Brienne and reader around 16 years old here because it felt right and anything younger felt ~wrong~.

Not 10000% happy with how it turned out but that's just the way the cookie crumbles 🍪

Warnings: mentions of bullying

Words: ~2.2k

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tags for those who may be interested: @afeatherformills @sapphicsbeloved @scumppa @zephyr-is-tired <3

The Sapphire Isle is buzzing with excitement. Tonight’s ball is thrown by Lord Selwyn Tarth on behalf of his only daughter, Brienne, in hopes of finding her a potential suitor. You are there as a family friend to the Tarth family, having grown up alongside Brienne as your father is one of Lord Tarth’s most trusted advisors.

The two of you had spent many summer afternoons by the sea, laying on your bellies as you listened to Brienne talk of becoming the first female knight of Westeros, of riding horses into battle and traveling the Seven Kingdoms. You love the glint in her eyes as she spoke, the smile that lit up her entire face. You’d watched from the sidelines as Brienne trained with Ser Goodwin, always cheering her on whenever she landed a hit.

Sword fighting is not for you - you are far too clumsy, and more comfortable in your role as a lady - but you’d always admired her for it. You know it’s an escape for her, that she’s desperate to prove herself in some way, having felt as though she failed as a lady for not meeting Westerosi beauty standards - though you don’t share her sentiments. You think she is the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen.

You love her sandy blonde hair, the way it falls onto her cheekbones and the way she brushes it back in irritation. You often find yourself wishing you could tuck it behind her ear for her, but then you would blush and chastise yourself at the thought. You love her cerulean eyes, expressive and kind, framed by soft, blonde lashes that flutter gently like the butterflies in your stomach anytime she smiles at you for a moment too long. You love her legs, far too long for any girl of your age but it doesn’t matter, you are entranced when you sit side by side and feel her thigh brush against yours. Most of all, you love her honor and loyalty. You love that she is still kind, even when so many are so unkind to her.

The ballroom of Evenfall Hall is decked out in an opulence tonight. Tapestries line the walls, the marble floors shine in the light of the fire blazing forth from dozens of torches, bathing the room in a warm, welcoming glow that bounces off the gilded hammerbeam roof.

Dozens of young lords from the Stormlands are lined up at one end of the room, dressed in their finest, talking amongst themselves in urgent, hushed tones. At once, the group of boys stop snickering and all stand a little taller, straightening their backs a little more, their heads turning towards the front of the room.

You crane your neck to see and sure enough, there she is, accompanied by her father. Brienne wears a dress today, a rare sight. The dress is a deep shade of blue, sapphire to match the waters of the famed Sapphire Isle, or perhaps to compliment her eyes (those eyes that you had gotten lost in more than once), you aren’t sure which.

It isn’t that Brienne doesn’t look beautiful in the dress. Oh no, you think she looks radiant. It hugs her slim frame in all the right places, accentuating her broad shoulders and sending a shiver down your spine. It’s more so that she looks a bit awkward, like a fawn taking its first steps, unsure of how to move about the world just yet. Her blonde hair is slicked back, away from her face, which gives prominence to the smooth, pale planes of her cheekbones and her soft jaw. She looks up to the group of suitors lined up for her, then gives her father a glance - you can tell she is nervous, you know her well enough.

She looks out to the crowd watching her and catches your eye. You wave, smiling brightly, hoping to help soothe her nerves. She smiles back then rolls her eyes slightly, as if to say “can you believe what they’re making me do?” You only grin wider and wink at her, enjoying the light blush that colors her cheeks.

Lord Tarth and Brienne reach the far end of the ballroom and, after a short speech from the former, the ball begins. A group of singers and lutists begin to play a lively tune and the mood is joyful and light. Wine is poured and the crowd moves fluidly across the dance floor, swept up in the grandeur of the evening.

Every so often, you catch a glimpse of Brienne, and with each glimpse you find it harder and harder to tear your eyes away. Her gangling figure moves across the dance floor with practiced perfection. She can dance, she was taught how to, as were you all as young girls. Her frame only makes it look a bit clumsy as she towers over the boys chosen as her potential suitors. You are captivated by each step of hers, finding yourself wishing it were your hands on her waist, your lips upon her ear, as each of the suitors leans in to whisper something to Brienne.

Brienne smiles giddily at their words and you wonder what they could be saying to elicit such a reaction, a strange, unfamiliar jealousy gnawing at your insides with every giggle she lets out, every blush that creeps across her cheeks. You see her father beaming down at her from where he sits, pride evident on his face and you suppose you should be happy for her, if she really were to find a suitable husband tonight. Brienne had spoken often enough about how she wished to make her father proud.

A commotion to your right brings you out of your sullen trance. You snap your head around and see the group of potential suitors, waiting for their turn to dance, huddled up, pushing at one another and snickering again as they had been before Brienne had arrived. You sneak up, curious, and hide behind a nearby marble pillar, attempting to eavesdrop on their whispered conversation, which is getting louder with every drop of wine they are consuming.

“Who’s next?” “I already had my turn with the great beast!” “You should go next.” “Do I have to?” “Oh come on, Brienne the Beauty is waiting!”

Your face is hot, heart pounding sharply in your chest. You step out into the open and prepare to cuss the boys out as you hear a sharp intake of breath next to you. Whirling around, you see Brienne standing behind you, mouth agape. It’s too late. She’s heard everything.

The boys burst into a fit of laughter. “Oh look,” says the one who has just finished his dance with her. “Is the great beauty going to cry?” Brienne takes off, her shoulder bumping roughly into yours as she rushes to exit the festivities.

You can’t help yourself. Before you realize what you’re doing, you feel your hand connect with the boy’s face, leaving behind a stinging sensation on your palm. You turn on your heel and rush after your friend, just in time to see the sapphire cloth of Brienne’s dress disappear around the corner.

By the time you catch up with her at the cliffs overlooking Shipbreaker Bay, you’re out of breath and panting. She stands at the edge of a cliff, looking out at the horizon, her back toward you. She is hugging herself, arms wrapped tightly around her torso, and you can see her shoulders quivering.

“Please leave,” she says harshly as gravel crunches under your feet in the quiet of the night, betraying your presence. You can hear the tears in her voice and it tears a fissure in your heart.

“Brienne, it’s me,” your voice is low, gentle, an olive branch that you pray she will accept.

“Oh.”

“I hit him,” you offer, coming up beside her and placing your hand on her arm. Brienne looks down at you, her sniffles stopping for a moment, brow furrowing.

“Why?”

You laugh, as if it’s the most absurd question you’ve ever heard, because it kind of is. “Because he was cruel to you. Because he deserved it. He actually deserves way more than that but I wanted to make sure you were alright first.”

Brienne looks at you in wonder, tears still welled up in her eyes. Her gaze is so intense it’s almost too much to bear - you’re afraid if she looks into your eyes for just a second longer, she’ll know all your secrets, that she’ll somehow find your love for her, laid bare right there for her to see, and so you break her gaze and look out over the water. Moonlight dances on the ripples of the waves, a light breeze sends a shiver down your spine.

“You looked happy tonight,” you whisper finally, unable to hide the trembling in your voice.

Silence, save for the lapping of the water on the cliffs below.

“It seemed like you were having a nice time. The suitors seemed really nice, until the end there.”

Brienne shudders next to you.

“Yes. I finally felt like I was making my father proud.” You could hear her voice wobble.

“I think he is proud of you, in his own way. I mean, I would be, anyway.” You say this last part quieter, hoping Brienne won’t hear you, but of course she does. You can feel her eyes upon you and you refuse to meet them, training your gaze on the starry skies above you.

“They talked of marrying me. Of whisking me away to their castles. I thought maybe I could finally be the daughter my father always wanted.”

“What about you though? Did you want them and their castles?” You can’t help the question from slipping through your lips.

You look up and watch as Brienne seems to consider this for a moment. “I suppose I want to be wanted. Doesn’t everyone?” She hugs herself tightly again, hunching over slightly as if to make herself smaller.

You feel your heartbeat in your throat, and you hope desperately that Brienne cannot hear it. Your palms are sweaty, your head swimming. Your heart aches for her, you know how badly she wants to be loved, you’ve always known, and yet here you are, loving her and unable to tell her and so you think it instead. I want you, Brienne.

“What?”

Your eyes widen in shock, your stomach drops. Had you said that out loud?

Brienne’s wide eyes mirror your own. You had said it out loud. Fuck.

“I want you,” you whisper, stepping away from Brienne and gritting your teeth, steeling yourself for rejection.

Brienne’s arms drop to her side and she takes a careful step towards you. You have to crane your neck to look up at her, as she is standing directly over you now.

“You aren’t… making fun of me, are you?” Brienne asks wearily. Her eyes are guarded, her chin trembles. There are dried tear tracks running down her reddened cheeks and you suddenly feel your thumb twitch, wishing you could raise your hand to her face to wipe them away.

“Brienne…” a soft sigh escapes your lips, you reach out a hand and lace her fingers in your own. A blush blooms across your cheeks as you mull over your next words.

“I have long admired you, my oldest and fondest friend, you know this. Seeing you tonight…” your voice catches in your throat. Brienne watches you curiously, cheeks pink, blonde lashes fluttering lightly in the way you so desperately loved.

“You look beautiful.” You scratch at your neck, eyes darting to the ground. “I was terribly jealous of those stupid boys and their castles. I wished it could’ve been me, dancing with you. You know, in a way, I have always been yours.”

A low chuckle breaks the silence and your gaze snaps up to meet Brienne’s.

“And I have always been yours, Y/N,” she says, a smile finally tugging at the corners of her mouth.

You release the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

“If that is so, then may I kiss you now, my lady?”

Brienne snorts at the formality, then finds herself nodding shyly.

You push yourself up onto your toes and tilt your head back and Brienne leans down, meeting you halfway to brush your lips together in a soft, chaste kiss. Her scent envelops you, fresh cut grass and the soap from the bath houses blending with the salty sea air, and no amount of pining over Brienne could have prepared you for this moment. For the feeling of finally coming home.

“Well since this is a ball, and it would be a shame for our gowns to go to waste, what do you say, Lady Brienne? Would you like to dance with me?” You grin up at her, giddy and lightheaded.

“There’s no one I’d rather dance with. I think this will be my favorite dance of the evening,” Brienne smiles widely and snakes her arm around your waist, allowing you to rest your head against her chest as you sway to a rhythm only the two of you can feel.

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agentrouka-blog · 1 month

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The rulers of Tarth are called "the Evenstar" and "Evenstar" is the famous nickname of Arwen in LOTR. Does this mean that Martin is pointing out Brienne and Jaime as the Arwen and Aragorn of ASOIAF ? Since Brienne will eventually become lady of Tarth after the death of her father Selwyn. But Brienne is also a blonde warrior lady like Eowyn. Should either parallel be seen as meaningful ?

Hi there!

I am not a LOTR expert by any stretch of the imagination, so I wouldn't be able to give you a credible answer on the finer details of that nickname within those books.

(I do, however, doubt that it's meant to imply a parallel between this couple and Jaime and Brienne, mainly because they don't share literally any other parallels with these characters either jointly or separately, that I can think of. Eowyn comes closer, but that doesn't make Jaime any kind of Aragorn.)

An interesting I thing I found after a cursory search is that Arwen got this nickname in reference to the world as they knew it nearing its end. If that's true, then that's rather melancholy, but it would fit with the general theme in ASOIAF of upheaval, endings and renewal, best summed up by Leaf, one of the children of the forest:

The gods gave us long lives but not great numbers, lest we overrun the world as deer will overrun a wood where there are no wolves to hunt them. That was in the dawn of days, when our sun was rising. Now it sinks, and this is our long dwindling. The giants are almost gone as well, they who were our bane and our brothers. The great lions of the western hills have been slain, the unicorns are all but gone, the mammoths down to a few hundred. The direwolves will outlast us all, but their time will come as well. In the world that men have made, there is no room for them, or us." (ADWD, Bran III)

This imagery of the setting sun is matched by the concept of the Evenstar and both of these indicate endings.

Something often overlooked is that Cersei shares this imagery, too.

All hail his lady mother, Cersei of House Lannister, Queen Regent, Light of the West, and Protector of the Realm." (AGOT, Sansa V)

Also in reference to Tywin, her father:

By the time they left Maegor's Holdfast, the sky had turned a deep cobalt blue, though the stars still shone. All but one, Cersei thought. The bright star of the west has fallen, and the nights will be darker now. (AFFC, Cersei I)

Warden of the West, in the westerlands, the Lannisters in all the glittering golden light are still associated with the finality of the sunset and evening.

The evenstar and the morning star both actually refer to the same thing, though: the planet venus, all depending on its visibility in the night sky. It was also historically referred to as "lucifer", which can be translated as "lightbringer", the name of the sword forged by Azor Ahai, which is a hugely ambivalent tale in the books and resonates with both Dany's dragons and several special swords named in the series. The powerful weapon as a mark of a hero or a knight is a central theme in the series, and GRRM is begging us to look closer at what is truly heroic and what is merely a show of power or conceit.

An interesting twist here is that Brienne's House and island of Tarth is equally ambivalent. Their arms are sun and moon both. And their seat has an interesting predecessor associated with a significant knight.

The Sapphire Isle, as some call it, is ruled by House Tarth of Evenfall Hall—an old family of Andal descent that boasts of ties to the Durrandons, the Baratheons, and more recently to House Targaryen. Once kings in their own right, the Lords of Tarth still style themselves "the Evenstar," a title that they claim goes back unto the dawn of days. Many of the folk of Tarth, highborn and low alike, claim descent from a legendary hero, Ser Galladon of Morne, who was said to wield a sword called the Just Maid given to him by the Seven themselves. Given the role that the Just Maid plays in Ser Galladon's tale, Maester Hubert, in his Kin of the Stag, has suggested that Galladon of Morne was no rude warrior of the Age of Heroes turned into a knight by singers a thousand years later, but an actual historic figure of more recent times. Hubert also notes that Morne was a royal seat of petty kings on the eastern coast of Tarth until the Storm Kings made them submit, but that its ruins indicate that the site was made by Andals, not First Men. (The World of Ice and Fire - The Stormlands: The Men of the Stormlands)

Evenstar and Evenfall vs. the Morning. Obviously, there's a hidden history there that may be as interesting as the more recent connection of House Tarth to Duncan the Tall, another noted knight. But clearly, we are seeing a tension here between evening and morning. Brienne is the daughter of the Evenstar, but must she be an evenstar herself?

Given Brienne's connections to knighthood, to Galladon whose story she tells in AFFC, it may well be that she herself represents that renewal, a shift from evening to morning. Where the story of Duncan is one of disintegrating ideals, Brienne represents the choice to uphold them. She chooses to take up Duncan's abandoned arms, commissioning to have them painted on her shield:

It was more a picture than a proper coat of arms, and the sight of it took her back through the long years, to the cool dark of her father's armory. She remembered how she'd run her fingertips across the cracked and fading paint, over the green leaves of the tree, and along the path of the falling star. (AFFC, Brienne II)

Which GRRM goes out of his way to associated with finality and endings:

She had made a better job of it than he could ever have hoped for. Even by lantern light, the sunset colors were rich and bright, the tree tall and strong and noble. The falling star was a bright slash of paint across the oaken sky. Yet now that Dunk held it in his hands, it seemed all wrong. The star was falling, what sort of sigil was that? Would he fall just as fast? And sunset heralds night. "I should have stayed with the chalice," he said miserably. "It had wings, at least, to fly away, and Ser Arlan said the cup was full of faith and fellowship and good things to drink. This shield is all painted up like death." "The elm's alive," Pate pointed out. "See how green the leaves are? Summer leaves, for certain. (The Hedge Knight)

The falling shooting being likened to death is another interesting nod to the comet that lights the sky through much of ACOK. The one that heralded the birth of the dragons. Death.

It is the tree that represents life here. Given this context, Duncan's arms may not be her final arms.

A parallel in terms of imagery, knighthood and even history, may be House Dayne. Much like House Dayne (of Starfall) has an ancient origin and a fancy special sword named Dawn, you could argue that it has fallen from grace, the last "Sword of the Morning" (named so for the star constellation only visible before dawn) having been killed after guarding an imprisoned teenaged girl dying from childbirth. That's not knightly honor. Gerold Dayne is called "Darkstar" and describes himself as "of the night". He does not carry Dawn. Ham-fisted metaphors, no?

This is all my convoluted way of saying that no, I don't think this nickname is meant to tie Brienne and Jaime to Aragorn and Arwen, but rather part of a broader metaphor for disintegration and renewal, especially in association with knighthood, all expressed through Brienne herself.

Brienne, caught between Duncan (evening) and Galladon (morning), represents renewal, life, the way forward.

Jaime lacks this imagery entirely. He's no Aragorn. He's walking into the sunset with the Light of the West.

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spicy-picklez · 1 year

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My Lady

Includes:

Flashbacks of abuse and torture.

Characters:

Brienne of Tarth x reader

Summary:

Following the orders of your mother Catelyn Stark, Brienne of Tarth finds you in the woods to take you back to Winterfell after the death of your suitor and dear friend, Renly Baratheon.

Word Count:

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A/N: Well this was supposed to be a one shot ending with smut and ended up getting carried away so I guess there’s a part two to this 😂🤭

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The crisp autumn leaves crunch underneath your boots as you walk through the forest. Your armour heavy over your skin as your sword clinks against the side of the smooth steel. “Lady Y/N Stark, your mother requests your presence in Winterfell.” A sharp feminine voice sounds from behind you. Your hand flies to the hilt of your sword, preparing to unsheath it as you turn around. A tall, blonde knight stands in front of you, hair dishevelled and streaks of dirt on her armour. Her stunning blue eyes shine through the dirt, determined and true.

Your hand still on your sword, you let off an amused chuckle. “I’m sure she does, Ser…”

“Brienne of Tarth, my lady.” Brienne. A name almost as beautiful as her. “I’m sure she does, Ser Brienne. But you may return to my mother and tell her that I choose to deny her request.” You continue, an amused smirk pulling at her lips as you do. “Your mother did warn me you would say that and told me to bring you back to her in any ways necessary. The ‘requests’ part of my sentence was more of a formality, my lady. You will be returning back to your mother’s side at Winterfell.” Your grip tightens on the hilt of your sword as she says this.

“You can drop the ‘my lady’, Ser Brienne. I’m choosing to relinquish my title, I will no longer be held by the detrimental name my dear father is making for the Starks. So please, I’m asking nicely, do not force me to return back or I will be forced to take matters into my own hands and do something I don’t particularly want to do.” You say, unsheathing your sword as Brienne comes closer to you, her height becoming more apparent with each step she takes. An amused chuckle escapes her lips, pushing your sword aside. “I’m not going to fight you my lady. I’m simply abiding by your mother’s order.” Swinging your leg out, you catch her in the knee. Wasting no time as she falls to the ground, you turn around and sprint away, your armour clinking against your side. “I’m sorry Brienne, you seem very nice but I will not be returning to Winterfell.” You call over your shoulder as you disappear into the thick forest.

Relocating her kneecap, Brienne can’t help but smile, entertained by your antics. She too, was like you. She never wanted to be burdened with the title of the Tarth family. The sole heir to her father, Lord Selwyn Tarth of Evenfall, she never wanted to be married off, forced to bear children for her husband. She knew she was a fighter and like you, throughout her childhood, never fit into her title of Lady. Pulling herself off the ground, she follows down the route you had not long disappeared down.

The night had long begun before you decided to lay rest. Removing your sheath, you sat down on a fallen log, reflections of the flames of the newly-lit fire dancing over your eyes. It’d been hours since your encounter with Ser Brienne of Tarth but you still had a vivid picture of her in your head. Removing your steel armour, you lean forward, your elbows resting over your chainmail clad leather pants.

You can’t remove the image of her from your mind, the few strands of dishevelled hair falling over her forehead. The gorgeous cerulean blue eyes standing out against the dirt and sweat glistening on her face. God, you almost felt bad for dislocating her knee. Sliding down the log onto the ground, you lay your sword by your side as you bask in the warmth of your fire. The gorgeous knight plagues your dreams as you drift off to sleep.

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“Morning my lady.” Brienne’s soft voice, filled with amusement, floods your ears. Your eyes fly open, seeing the blonde knight sitting on the log in front of you. The morning sunrise casts a gorgeous glow over her skin as she leans over you, a proud smirk on her face. “Ser Brienne!” You gasp, only now noticing the ropes restraining your wrists behind your back. “Up you get, we’ve got a long way back to Winterfell, my lady.” A scowl deforming your features as you ungraciously clamber to your feet. It’s funny how having no use of your hands can throw off anyone’s balance. “If you insist on calling me your lady, can your lady at least wear her armour?” You say as she fastens both yours and her sheaths around her waist.

“If I agree to untie you so you can put on your armour, then will you come quietly?” She sighs, turning around to look at you, shifting her weight over to her left leg. Looking left and right, you see nothing but dense forestry. “Where else am I to run to, Ser Brienne? You have got me. Congratulations.” Stepping forwards, she shoots you a sceptical look before untying the ropes binding your wrists. “Thank you.” You breathe, rubbing your wrists free of the feeling of ropes before pulling on your armour. Her hand grabs at your upper arm, pulling you into step with her once your steel suit is on.

“So, Ser Brienne… how long have you been working for my mother?” Your question breaks the silence held between the two of you. Her eyes darted to look at you before turning back to look where she was going. “Three weeks. I started working for her after the death of King Renly Baratheon.” You look up at her as she mutters this, shock displayed on your face. “He’s dead? How long have I been gone for, time doesn’t exactly exist out here.”

“A month and two days, my lady.” So that’s how long it's been. A month and two days ago you left Renly Baratheon at the altar, choosing a life of freedom over a life of child-bearing and sex. Your mother had arranged the marriage with Lord Steffon Baratheon. From the day you were born, you were destined to marry Renly. You never saw the attraction to the male gender. Though, you could very easily admit he was one of the men who were easier to look at than others. But your body has always ached for the touch of another woman.

“How did he die? Though I’ve never been interested in marrying a man, he was genuine and kind, a dear friend to me.” You ask, a shockwave of grief running through your veins as the realisation kicks in that you will never see him again. Brienne tenses beside you, not interested in marrying a man? Does that mean you’re into women? What was she thinking, a woman as gorgeous as you would never like her like that. Clearing her throat, she answers. “He was murdered. I had only recently been employed in his Kingsguard, your mother was there to negotiate with him after your disappearance and a dark shadow flowed through the curtains, he got stabbed from behind, directly through his heart. Your mother saved me that night and I vowed that if it comes to it, I would give my life to protect her. Before I left to find you, I vowed to her that I’d do the same for you.”

You stop in your path, crossing your arms over your chest. “Are you insinuating that I can’t handle myself in a fight?” Turning around, she shoots you an annoyed look. “Not at all my lady. I’m simply saying that I’d die before something happens to you.” You can’t help but chuckle, taking a step towards her. “My dearest Brienne, what makes you think something would happen to me?” Brienne is intoxicated by the way your warmth radiates through your armour, the sheer closeness of your bodies is more than anyone else had ever dared to near her. Taking a breath to calm her racing heart, she responds. “You’re a very gorgeous woman, my lady. You have also angered a lot of people with your actions in the past. Many men are after you, none of which have good intentions for you. You haven’t seen them since you left, you need all the protection you can get, my lady.”

A smile pulls at your lips as you look softly up at her, getting lost in the depths of her gorgeous blue eyes. “Ser Brienne, Y/N is just fine. If you insist on calling me your lady, then I do suggest you make that statement true first.” Her eyes widen as those words meet her ears. She abruptly steps back, clearing her throat. “I work for your mother, we need to get back to her.” You swallow, nodding slightly. You wanted her to make the statement true. You want her to make you hers.

Brienne had to take a sharp breath to recenter herself, trying to calm the heat rising through her body as the two of you continued through the forest. She wants you, more than you can ever know. But the insistent voice in the back of her mind stopped her, relaying doubt through her head. After 32 years of being treated as a monster, someone no one would dare get close to, it’d gotten to her head. Brienne the Beauty they called her, not one word of it genuine. A constant mockery of the fact that she, no matter how hard she tried, would never be socially accepted as beautiful.

It was nearing late afternoon before the silence between you was broken. Upon reaching a small clearing, Brienne paused. “I think we should set up here for the night. We still need some light to go find us something to eat and this will be a good place for a fire.” You nod as she says this, wrapping a rope around a tree, tying a knot before turning to you. “I’m not going to be tied up to a tree while you get to go out hunting.” You say, crossing your arms over your chest.

A brief chuckle escapes her lips before she regains her composure. “Wasn’t going to suggest it. That’s a landmark so we can find our way back.” She mutters before heading into the woods, with you quickly following behind her. “Do I at least get my sword back Ser? We’ve already established I’ve got nowhere to run to, I’d die before I kill you and, we are going hunting. Two huntsmen with swords work better than one with two and one with none.” You say, struggling to keep up with Brienne’s now brisk pace of stride. Sighing, she unfastens your sheath, throwing it back in your general direction. Grabbing it, you quickly pull it around your waist, the metal clinging against your armour with each step.

She quickly stops, motioning for you to do the same, bending down she pulls you to the ground with her, her finger over her lips. You follow her gaze to three knights on horseback, trotting through the forest, King Joffery leading them.

“I want you to hit her… with this.” King Joffery’s sneering tone sounds through out the room as he lifts up a large whip in his hand. “I can’t-.” The whimpering voice of your best friend, Saneyra responds. You lie there, naked on the bed, tied to the frame with fear crashing into you with the force of a train. “Please! No!” You cry out as Joffery holds out the thin wire attached to a leather handle. “Shut up whore!” He screams at you before turning his attention back to Saneyra. “Do it, or it’s you getting the whip… DO IT!” Tentatively reaching out, Saneyra takes the whip from him turning to face you. Her shaking arm reaches back as she mouths ‘I’m sorry.’ You nod, giving her a soft smile before screaming out as a hot white pain slices over your stomach. The sharp crack of the whip echoes through the King’s room, matched with the sounds of your cries. “AGAIN!”

“My lady?… My lady!” Brienne’s voice brings you back to reality. You’re lying on the leaf covered ground, the sun shining directly on your face as she kneels down to your side, her hand placing itself on your chest as the other comes up to your head. Your hand, slowly reaches up to your stomach, marking out the slice marks over your armour. “Brienne?” Your voice is laced with confusion as she strokes her hand through your hair. “Yes, my lady. Are you ok? Are you hurt?” Worry is evident in her eyes as she looks down at you. You shake your head, your hand coming up to your chest, reaching out to give her wrist a comforting squeeze. “Not so much physically anymore. Mentally? Fuck yes.” Sitting up, your tentatively raise your hand to the back of your head, feeling a wet patch on your hair. “For fuck’s sake.” You mutter, seeing the red liquid on your skin.

Brienne’s eyes widen as she sees the blood staining your hair. “My lady, you’re hurt.” Standing up, you wave her statement off. “Just a scratch, nothing I won’t survive.” You give her a reassuring smile before turning to continue further through the forest. “That’s back to the clearing, my lady.” Spinning on your heels, you walk back past her. “I knew that.” She scoffs, amused at your antics before falling into step with you.

By the time the sun set, the two of you had managed to kill a rabbit each and collect a series of herbs on the way back to the clearing. As Brienne started lighting the fire, you manage to come across a fallen log just past the tree line. Tucking it under your arm, you drag it back to the clearing, letting it fall down next to the firepit. Sitting back on the log, you grin as flames shoot up over the sticks you’d managed to find. Joining you on the log, Brienne rests her elbows on her knees, turning the rabbit over the fire. “What happened back there?” She asks, her voice soft as the flames dance over your eyes. A single chuckle falls off your lips, knowing that this question would come up.

“A couple of years ago, I snuck into King Joffery’s quarters while he was at dinner to see my best mate. She was his sex slave at the time. We lost track of how long I’d been there and he came back while I was still there. Naturally, he was furious. He tied me to the bed, stripping me of my clothes. My best friend was ordered to do anything and everything to me, he made her torture me as he watched. He killed her a few days later. When I saw him ride past, I got a flashback of Saneyra being forced to whip me. I have 7 scars over my torso, one from each of the lashings I took that night.” Your voice barely louder than a whisper, trying desperately not to let it break. Brienne looked at you, sympathy evident on her face.

“My lady…” She starts, unable to find any words to express her thoughts. A brief chuckle escapes your lips as you give her a reassuring smile. She gives you a confused look, signalling for you to explain. “I’ve never told anyone that before. They knew King Joffery had killed her, not that it was because of my actions… But for some reason, I trust you. I’ve never once felt unsafe around you. Funny, given I dislocated your knee when we met. What a way to make a good first impression.”

She chuckles upon hearing your words. “What makes it better is that was when I knew I liked you. I’ve never met another woman who knew exactly where to kick to dislocate a kneecap.” You can’t hold back your laughter as she says this, her gorgeous grin lighting up her face. Your eyes meet with hers and the world feels like time has slowed down. The two of you getting lost in each others gaze.

Her eyes dart down to your lips as your tongue flicks over them, trying to soothe the dry feeling of them. She swallows nervously, trying to push away the feeling of doubt in her head. Tentatively reaching your hand to the back of her head, she leans forward as you close the gap between you. The moment your lips meet, electricity shoots through your veins. Her lips soft against yours, your hand grabs her waist as she links her hands around your hips, pulling you close. Smiles appear on both of your lips as you pull away. Turning back to the rabbit, the two of you bask in a comfortable silence, caught in the memory of mere moments ago.

After the two of you had finished eating, the two of you unburden yourselves of your armour, lying down on opposite sides of the fire. Rolling over, you let the heat of the fire linger over your body as you watch sparks shoot up in the air as a burning stick breaks. The stars were now appearing in the night skies, as an owl hoots softly in the background. “Brienne?” You ask, looking over at her. “Mmm?” She responds, her voice soft as she turns her head on her arms to face you. “Did you want to sleep with m- over here with me… tonight?” Heat rises over your cheeks as you ask this, a grin appearing on Brienne’s lips. “Of course, my lady.”

She quietly steps over to you, laying down behind you as she tentatively brings her arm over your waist. “Lift your head.” Her voice barely audible as she says this. You indulge her request, letting her arm slide under your head for you to rest on. A content sigh leaves your lips as you relax into her strong figure, her arm pulling you close. Brienne could barely believe the fact you wanted her to be near you. The little voice in her head telling her that you’d wake up in the morning and realise your mistake, your words still replaying in her head. I trust you. Was this all some twisted joke? Was there ulterior motives behind your actions? She doesn’t know and that terrifies her. But the longingness for you outweighs the fear. Even if it is for just this night, she allowed herself to enjoy it.

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#brienne of tarth #brienne x reader #ser brienne #woman x woman #game of thrones #brienne the beauty

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Not only do I need to see Brienne and Jaime happy and in love in the next books, but I also need Lord Selwyn Tarth to witness it and to know that his daughter is okay

#obvi once he gets over the kingslayer thing lolol if he can #I just feel like it would be nice #I bet he’s always worried about her #so just to see her and know that she found someone and is happy would be like a weight lifted #brienne of tarth #braime #jaime lannister #jaime x brienne #brienne x jaime #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire

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Could Selwyn Tarth have been at Summerhall? If so wouldn’t that make him one of the only actual survivors ( at least of those taller than four foot)? This of course assumes that Selwyn survived Tarths encounter with the Golden Company.

The evidence is virtually nonexistent either way, but I tend to think Selwyn was not at Summerhall. The very little we know about Summerhall is that, according to Yandel, the tragedy left “very few witnesses alive”. If we already know of four confirmed or nearly guaranteed witnesses - Princess Rhaella (plus, technically, the newborn Rhaegar, although he couldn’t really be called a true witness) Prince Aerys, Prince Jaehaerys, and Princess Shaera - then I hesitate to keep adding to the list with known survivors, lest we get to a point where there are more speculated survivors than there are presumed victims.

On top of that, would Aegon V have seen young Selwyn of Tarth as a necessary addition to “the blood of the dragon gathered in one”? Again, we have no insight into his thinking here, but if our Egg started down the path of adding those who merely claimed Targaryen descent (especially those, as Selwyn likely was, who were separated by a generation or more from their Targaryen ancestor), he might have wondered when any given descendant ceases to be “the blood of the dragon”. Whatever place Selwyn might have had in the Targaryen succession (especially in the aftermath of the Tragedy of Summerhall), he might have not been seen in the preparations for it as close enough a Targaryen kinsman to be present for the gathering of “the blood of the dragon” with the specific intent of hatching dragon eggs.

Again, though, we simply have no idea. The most we can say is that it’s not a possibility GRRM has seemed interested in hinting or exploring (via Brienne’s memories of her father) up to this point. Indeed, Brienne has not at all mused upon her own descent from the Targaryens (which, admittedly, GRRM may only have fully decided upon by the time of TWOIAF), much less the impact of the royal dynasty on the history of the Tarths of the third century AC. Whether we get more on this point from Brienne in terms of Selwyn and the Targaryens now that we are post-TWOIAF, who’s to say. (I do have an amusing image in my mind, since you mention Tarth and the Golden Company, of Lord Selwyn at the court of Aegon VI, perhaps greeted as “cousin” by a king who may be (purportedly) Selwyn’s second cousin twice removed.)

#asoiaf meta #Tarth Targaryen theory #selwyn tarth #tragedy of summerhall

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musing-and-music · 1 year

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Ao3 First Lines Tag Game

Thanks @klainelynch for the tag!

Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

She's not a diamond, ASOIAF, Jaime/Brienne, Regency AU (on going), Rating T

“Lady Brienne of Tarth, daughter of Lord Selwyn Tarth!”

Brienne had barely put a foot in the throne room when whispers arose around her. She’d expected that, since she had never caused anything else than astonishment when she entered a room. She was seventeen, but she towered most of the assemblies she was invited to. Her height attracted eyes, but she knew her face only caused disgust to people who didn’t know her. This time would be no exception.

A king's decision, ASOIAF, early canon-divergence, Aegon V Targaryen, Rating T (on going)

From his seat dominating the feast table, Aegon gazed at his children as he entwined his fingers with his wife’s. He felt Betha’s eyes on him, open and filled with a question, but still took his time contemplating his progeny before talking.

a dream team's shenanigans, FMA, Team Mustang, Royai, Modern AU, Rating T (on going)

When Lieutenant-Colonel Mustang had met Second-lieutenant Breda who was fresh from the academy after the end of the Ishvalan War, the first thing that interested him was his bright intellect. Despite his average results in physical tests - however his endurance was quite good - he got first place in all classes concerning strategy, field approach, and knowledge of the enemy's strengths and weaknesses.

there ain't no way, baby (to get me out this house), ASOIAF, Jaime/Brienne, Post ADWD, Rating E

Jaime checked the lists of equipment that would be charged on the carts on the morrow one last time, before ensuring with Lord Royce that the men were ready to accompany him to King’s Landing.

We're a long term project, ASOIAF, Jaime/Brienne, Modern AU, Rating T

Brienne reads the resume once more and frowns as she meets the sharp gaze on the photo. This man is the best candidate Catelyn has found for now, after one month, but she can’t help the unease gripping her gut. Jaime Lannister is well-known, not for his skills -they look impressive, though-, but for his name and his bad reputation.

Is it the place or the people? (that warms my cold bones), FMA, Havolina, Royai, Team Mustang, High-school AU, Rating T

“Dammit! Shitty weather!” Jean complained as he removed his anorak still covered with snow and hung it on the coat rack covered with his colleagues’ coats. His hand was still numb from the shock against the wall that had stopped his fall, and his whole body was freezing because of the last hour spent outside, overlooking the installation of winter decorations around the building.

Royai : a OS Compilation, FMA, Royai, Rating T

The night was dark, the room was silent. Laying on his hospital bed, unable to sleep, Roy Mustang kept his blind eyes focused on the ceiling. All he could see was black. With or without light, he didn’t see anything. He was blind since Pride and Wrath forced him to open the Gate. He saw the Truth, and his sight had been taken.

Regular news, FMA, Winry Rockbell, Riza Hawkeye, Rating T

Since the brothers’ departure from Resembool to serve in the military, Winry had received news from them only a handful of times, and seen them even less often. It was one of the most frustrating things for the young girl. Her childhood friends, with whom she’d lived for years, with whom she’d been through the worst hardships – their mother’s death, her parents’ – now showed up only when Ed’s automail had an urgent need to be maintained.

A few nights in Westeros, ASOIAF/GOT, Jaime/Brienne, Rating T, OS collection

When Jaime opened his eyes, he saw blue. Not any blue. A deep blue, more beautiful than the sky’s, brighter than the sea’s, more precious than all sapphires’. Blue that made him forget about the green he’d dived in for years.

Pain grasped him again and he fell unconscious, before he could say something or look around him.

The sight descending toward me took my breath away, FMA, Royai, Regency AU, Rating T

“Riza, I’m home!” Roy shouted as he gave his hat and gloves to Madeline, who took them away with a smile.

He began to climb the stairs, impatient to see his wife again. They’d seen each other this morning, she’d been in his thoughts all day, but he couldn’t bear to be parted from her for too long - he cursed the times Grumman had sent him away on business when he and Riza weren’t even betrothed.

And I'll tag @nightofnyx8 , @niconiconina , @vayalda , @iammistressofmyfate , @greenmtwoman , @fullmetalscullyy , @aquietwritingcorner , @it-may-be-dull-but-im-determined , @wirettewirette , @beryllium--astatine if you want!

#tag game #self promo #royai #jaime x brienne #fma #asoiaf #fanfiction #musing writes

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swordmaid · 2 years

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If Brienne's appearance was more aligned with what is considered 'beautiful' in Westeros, do you think she would have faced the same struggles to be accepted into knighthood? Or something different?

That’s interesting! I think she would definitely face less ridicule than what she’s experiencing, and the response to her pursuit for knighthood would be less of ‘look at how ridiculous she is’ and more of ‘why are you here and not back at home raising children’. Like if she was more beautiful, and seen as more womanly and feminine than how she is right now, she’d be expected to act out her duties as the daughter of Lord Selwyn.

But it’s also interesting to think about because if she was more beautiful, and if she didn’t feel like a failure to her father, would she still have picked up the sword? The reason of exactly why Brienne chose to fight is still relatively unknown and all we know of her past is that she loved to listen to song and stories, and that she wanted to be a knight of summer/a knight in Renly’s story. If she received less disapproval of her appearance, and more praise of how beautiful she is, I think she could have seen herself as the ladies in the song than a knight. Ronnet wouldn’t have turned her down if she was beautiful, and maybe she’d be Lady Brienne than the maid of tarth (but can u imagine her being married to ronnet like free my girl 🤢🤢🤢) In my own headcanon, I think she pursued knighthood because being a lady gave her less options to work with (since she was already deemed a failure from the start). Like if she can’t be the lady then she’ll be the knight sort of thing but I’m going off track lol

anyway, I think if she was more beautiful, she would definitely receive less ridicule. There’s definitely set rules in their society as well as set standards, and the people who don’t fit in will be criticised. I think Brienne’s struggles would definitely be super different since a big part of her story is her not fitting into their standards (whether it’s the standard for women or even a knight) and if you take that aspect away, then a big part of the foundation of her story would be taken away as well.

#see this is like why I’m not the biggest fan of people minimising her ugliness or outright omitting it #like I do understand that it’s uncomfortable and all that. but it’s such a big part of brienne and her story u know #and it’s not really like oh I’m ugly ): no one is gonna like me it’s more like because of her appearance she’s already judged as a failure #because of these set criterias that are out of her control. she learns how to navigate around it and move forward despite of it #like the whole idea of her learning to accept herself despite that speaks so strongly to me specifically and it’s such a #waste if it gets omitted ]:#i have more thoughts about this but my brain is fried lawl but u get the gist I think

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Life Expectancies for Mothers of ASOIAF's POV characters: Maths of Ice & Fire.

The average lifespan for the mother of an ASOIAF POV characters is 44 years, with a secondary calculation (removing a statistical outlier amongst the group) lowering life expectancy to 38 years & 6 months.

For the purposes of these calculations, women whose exact ages can only be approximated were included as "averaged out" figures from their assumed age range.

Dates & age calculations were gathered from the Wiki of I&F, with any personal extrapolations are written out when used.

Extended Biographical calculations & speculations built thereon below cut.

Dead Mums

• Lady Lyarra Stark of Winterfell, b. ~215 AC. Died between 267 & 299 AC, aged 52~74.

• Lady Minisa Whent of Riverrun, b. [244] AC*. Died between 268–278 AC, aged 18 at minimum.

*[minisa's husband hoster, b. 238-240 AC, became lord tully in 264 AC, aged ~25. as the 1stborn son of a lord paramount, hoster was likely trothed and wed in a Timely Fashion - likely around 259 AC. minisa can thusly be assumed as being ~15 in 259 AC. all this puts minisa as being at least 24 in her earliest deathdate, especially since hoster never remarried.]

• Lady Catelyn Tully of Winterfell, b. 264/265 AC. Died in 299, aged 35-ish.

• Lyanna Stark of Winterfell died in 283 AC, aged 16.

• Queen Rhaella Targaryen, b. 245-247 AC. Died in 284 AC, aged 38-ish.

• Lady Joanna Lannister of Casterly Rock, b. 244~252 AC. Died in 273 AC, aged 21~39.

• unnamed Lady of Evenfall Hall, b. <263 AC^2. The Lady Tarth was at least 19** when she died, likely older.

**[brienne of tarth's older brother, galladon, was born between 275-277 AC. given that both be and brienne were healthy children, lady tarth was at least 15 for her first pregnancy. the earliest lady tarth could have died is in 284 AC. given that lord selwyn did not remarry, i'd assume lady tarth was older than the bare minimum age required of biology when she & Selwyn began siring heirs].

• unnamed Lady Sunderly of Pyke, b. [241~247] AC***. The mother of Balon, Euron, Victarion and Aeron Greyjoy died no earlier than 274 AC (aged 33~39), and no later than 282 AC (aged 41~47).

***[the eldest greyjoy brother, balon, was born between 255-261 AC. since his mother survived to birth 4 more sons who survived into adulthood, lady sunderly is unlikely to have been too young for her first pregnancy. aeron, the youngest of sunderly's children, was born in 269-274 AC. it is unknown when lady sunderly died but her husband, quellon, only had enough time with his next wife to father an infant or 2 before belatedly joining then dying in Robert's Rebellion: this could mean she had only died recently for quellon though i'm more inclined to believe lord greyjoy was late to remarry rather than the mother of the brothers greyjoy ceasing to exist to her family after aeron's birth].

[252 ÷ 8] = an average lifespan of 44 years.

By this calculation, rhe average life expectancy for the mother of a POV character is 44 years.

This result is less skewed by its shortest lifespan (16) bur very much by its "longest lived" dead mother (here approximated as dying at 66).

Since Lady Sunderly is a notable outlier & due to her unknown time&causr of death, a second calculation was made using the Assumption that Lady Sunderly died via childbirth at ~52 (sorry, Aeron).

The adjusted calcuation [248 ÷ 8] gives an average life expectancy of "38.5 years for mothers of ASOIAF's POV characters. This estimate seems more appropriate and, conveniently, lines up with the unlifespan of the Lady Catelyn.

38.5 years as an average does unfortunately bode poorly for the following women in the ASOIAF books:

• Lady Alannys Harlaw of Pyke, b. 254-261^4 AC. The recently widowed Lady Greyjoy is at least 39**** years old and lives with her brother Rodrik at his castle, Ten Towers. She correctly believes that her husband, King Balon, was murdered.

***[Theon's eldest brother was born between 267-274 AC, requiring Alannys to have been at least 14-16 to survive giving birth to the rest of Theon's dead older brothers, Asha, and then Theon himself.]

• Lady Melessa Florent of Horn Hill, b. [235-271]^5 AC. Lady Tarly is no younger than 30.

5. [Samwell Tarly was born in 283 AC & his mother survived to have 2 more kids]

• Lady Mellario of Norvos, b. 248~264 AC. The mother of the Princess & Princes Arianne, Quentyn, and Trystane Martell returned to Norvos due to becoming estranged with her husband, Prince Doran of Dorne. She is 36~42 years old.

• Lady Arwyn Oakheart of Old Oak, b. >260. The widow of Lord Oakheart, Lady Arwyn currently rules Old Oak and most recently pledged fealty to the Tyrells. This was and could be rather awkward for her son, Ser Arys of the Kingsguard. Lady Arwyn is at least 40.

While none of Queen Cersei Lannister's children have had POV chapters thus far, at 34 years old Cersei had best rid herself of her surviving children lest she too becomes a statistic! /j

Ommissions:

the unnamed mothers of Sers Davos Seaworth, Barristan Selmy, and Jon Connington.

the unnamed mother of Areo Hotah.

the unknown mother of Melisandre of Asshai.

the mothers of prologue or epilogue POV characters.

#valyrianscrolls #asoiaf meta #fandom resources #dead ladies club #women of asoiaf #lyarra stark #minisa whent #joanna lannister #rhaella targaryen #lyanna stark #catelyn tully #lady sunderly of pyke #maths of ice & fire #edited 2nd june 23

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waitingforwinterwinds · 1 year

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A Clash of Kings - 39 CATELYN V (pages 503-518)

Cat returns to Riverrun, gets caught up on what she missed, officially puts Brienne's name of the team roster, and has a moment with two of the most important men in her life, her dying father, and dead husband.

He went on to tell how the remnants of Ser Stafford's host had fallen back on Lannisport. Without siege engines there was no way to storm Casterly Rock, so the Young Wolf was paying the Lannisters back in kind for the devastation they'd inflicted on the riverlands. Lord Karstark and Glover were raiding along the coast, Lady Mormont had captured thousands of cattle and was driving them back towards Rivverrun, while Greatjon had seized the gold mines at Castamere, Nunn's Deep, and the Pendric Hills.

I misread 'cattle' as 'castle' the first time and had a moment trying to figure out how they squeezed so many castles into the western countryside, even assuming they're the tiny only technically count ones. XD [Insert McLeod's Daughters/Mormont's Daughters droving joke here] Also as I was starting this paragraph I was hoping this guy didn't mean to imply what it sounded like he was implying. Which is to say: that Robb's army is now the ones pillage, rape, burning the smallfolk. They loose all moral high ground the second they start going after the smallfolk who would have had as much to do with the riverlands being burned and violated as the smallfolk of the riverlands.

"I know how hard it is-" Brienne shook off her hand. "No one knows." "you're wrong," Catelyn said sharply. "Every morning, when I wake, I remember that Ned is gone. I have no skill with swords, but that does not mean I do not dream of riding to King's Landing and wrapping my around Cersei Lannister's white neck and squeezing until her face turns black." ... "Brienne, I have taken many wellborn ladies into my service over the years, but never one like you. I am no battle commander." "No, but you have courage. Not battle courage perhaps but... I don't know... a kind of woman's courage. And I think, when the time comes, you will not try to hold me back from Stannis." Catelyn could hear Stannis saying that Robb's turn too would come in time. It was like a cold breath on the back of her neck. "When the time comes, I will not hold you back."

This is so weirdly wholesome, I think mostly because it's two women who aren't tearing at each other in some way, but acknowledging one another. We don't get enough of this.

"This is Brienne of Tarth, the daughter of Lord Slewyn the Evenstar, who served in Renly's Rainbow Guard," Catelyn told them.

Sorry, I just need a second... *flips to the index* here we go, "The king in Highgarden," bride, bannermen, Ah! "Lord Slewyn of Tarth, called Evenstar" ... huh... okay well whaaat abooout... rainbow guard, Brienne! "Brienne of Tarth, the Blue, also called Brienne The Beauty, daughter to Lord Selwyn the Evenstar,"

...So... why don't they have a family name? Legit everyone else of lordship levels seems to have one, but these two are just "of Tarth" Why?

Lemme check the wiki... oh hey, Brienne has three siblings. Okay, well that's implying their house/family name is Tarth also, not just the name of their island, so why...

House Tarth live on the isle of Tarth separated by the Straight of Tarth... what in Tarth-nation?

Sorry, just never clicked until just now it's always Brienne of Tarth, not Brienne Tarth. I'm just going to assume it's because of Tarth Cubed.

Catelyn was shocked. "You've killed envoys?" "False envoys," Edmure declared. (...) "- On the fourth night they tried to free the Kingslayer." he pointed up. "That big brute killed two guards with nought but those ham hands of his, caught them by the throats and smashed their skulls together while that skinny lad besde him was openning Lannisters cell with a bit of wire, gods curse him. The one on the end was some sort of damned mummer. He used my own voice to command that the River Gate be opened. The guardsmen swear to it, Enger and Delp and Long Lew, all three. -"

Oh yeah, I forgot about Tyrion's back up plan. Ha, busted. It was such a good one too. Alas, TPK. ... damn, now I kinda want a fic of that failed plan as a failed D&D campaign. (The good kind of D&D, Dungeons & Dragons, not the bad kind of D&D, who messed up the show so much.)

...Oh poor Cat, again she's gone to see her ailing father and he thinks she's someone else.

It would feel good to sleep on a feather bed again, with a warm fire in the hearth; when she was rested the world would seem less bleak.

Sleep Agenda, heck yeah! It's true though, no matter how bad things are, some good sleep, food, and hydration will always make things easier to deal with, or endure. (Sunlight also, is good.)

The head had been rejoined to the body with fine silver wire, but one skull looked much like another, -

I have a question.

This is literally just bones, why is only the head being held on with wire? just bones don't naturally hold in place, so what? are the rest of them super glued together? does the head just need reinforcement because of a broken vertebrae? is it purely symbolic? or is the rest of the skeleton wired together?

Also poor Cat, again. I wonder if there's always going to be a part of her doubting if those really are Ned's bones, because she can't find any trace of him in them, none of his living self at least. Is this really closure for her?

Also, also: how much meat needs to be left behind for the Others' magic to work? Is Ned, by virtue of being a skellie, now immune to ice wizard necromancy?

The women in grey bowed their heads. The silent sisters do not speak to the living, Catelyn remembered dully, but some say they can talk to the dead. And how she envied that...

ngl, I would love to see the silent sisters dealing with some Ghost Whisperer type shenanigans. Oooohhh, could you imagine, someone who can talk to the dead hears the rumours about the silent sisters and joins the order thinking "at last, my people" but they're still the only one who can talk to ghosts, and the dead are honestly just so annoying.

#a clash of kings #a song of ice and fire #catelyn stark #catelyn tully #a chapter a day reading #acok #asoiaf

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biography updated. or also known as brienne the beauty, brienne is the sole daughter and heir of lord selwyn tarth. awkwardly tall with freckles smattering over her twice-broken nose under her straw-like hair, brienne is often mocked for her appearance and her ambition to become a knight. she values honour and gallantry, until she lost renly, swore to lady stark, and met ser jaime, and everything changes.

some things i've acknowledged under #interpretation:

discussions of brienne's age

her romanticisation over renly, jaime, sansa

season eight catastrophe

#hello :)#ur local non-knight is here #brienne.#gen: about muses.

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jaime-brienne-fic-exchange · 2 years

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Fic Exchange Roundup: Historical AUs

1926 by tuliptoes for ImberReader

One year after a mysterious illness swept the world, Jaime journeys to Tarth to visit Brienne and find out her true feelings about him.

I'm Betting Everything I've Got On You by ilikeblue for KendraPendragon

The silence after was thick with tension. It was Brienne who finally huffed and walked to the sideboard, filling a tumbler with ice and whiskey. After a large sip, she sighed. “I believe we have additional matters of breeding to discuss, gentlemen. Best get on with it.” Jaime was halfway through his own swallow; he choked until it burned. “Brienne!” Selwyn was red-faced. “That’s no way to start–” “Come on, Father. We’re all adults here.” She turned to Jaime, and for the first time he noticed her eyes. They were endless blue, the color of sunny, summer skies. He was held in their still certainty. “Mr. Jaime Lannister was caught by the housekeeper in bed with his married cousin, so his reputation is in shambles.” She had the gall to follow that statement with a gentle smile. “And while I might be the least coveted filly in this trade, I can offer him an out.”

Headlong by sea_spirit for winterstale24

Miss Brienne Tarth doesn’t mind watching the social whirl of the season from the periphery. She would rather go riding or to the races than attend a ball, and she enjoys Lord Pennytree’s Sporting Weekly far more than any of Sansa Stark’s favored society papers. But when the Duke of Casterly returns to Westeros, her old friend sees what others do not—forcing Brienne to reckon with him, their past, and the secret she's been keeping from them all.

what spring does with the cherry trees. by SeeThemFlying for paintingcranes

You are here. Oh, you do not run away. You will answer me to the last cry. Cling to me as though you were frightened. Even so, at one time a strange shadow ran through your eyes. - "Every Day You Play" by Pablo Neruda.

Illicit Affairs by Ladybugbear2 for LibKat

They married in secret Not because they were ashamed He certainly wasn’t ashamed But she worried So they made a plan

you who know what love is by cardinalgirl75 for Octamercuria

In order to secure his brother's happiness, Ser Jaime agrees to remarry someone his father deems suitable for a man of his station. His neighbor's spinster daughter, Lady Brienne, is not one of his options.

Such a Fuss Over So Little by auntie_social for Aviss

You are cordially invited to a series of increasingly ridiculous masquerade balls, in which Miss Brienne Tarth and Ser Jaime Lannister meet, dance, quarrel, and are eventually maneuvered to a reconciliation not so much because of their siblings' intervention as in spite of them.

#Fics Recs #jaime x brienne fic exchange

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House Tarth

Brienna Tarth

Lord Tormund Tarth

Selwyn Tarth

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

Briar (lived. c. 280 AC): A female skinchanger who lived beyond the Wall and controlled a shadowcat. Fancast: Nóra Trokán.

Brienne of Tarth (b. 280 AC): The last living child of Lord Selwyn Tarth of Evenfall. She is unusually tall for a woman and is a warrior maid. She is one of the Rainbow Guard, Renly Baratheon's Kingsguard when he was making a bid for the Iron Throne. After Renly's death she enters the service of Lady Catelyn Tully, who sends her to King's Landing with Jaime Lannister to exchange him for her daughters. But in the meantime, Lady Catelyn is killed and Sansa Stark disappears in the wake of King Joffrey's murder. Brienne vows to find the Stark girls, but she is plagued with misadventures on her path in the Riverlands. Eventually she is captured by the Brotherhood Without Banners and brought before Lady Stoneheart, who demands an impossible mission of her. Fancast: Gwendoline Christie.

Briony (b. approx. 270 AC): Mother of Joy Hill, the bastard daughter of Gerion Lannister, youngest brother of Lord Tywin Lannister. Fancast: Renee O'Connor.

Calla Blackfyre (b. approx. 190 AC): Eldest daughter of Daemon Blackfyre and his wife, Rohanne of Tyrosh. Daemon Blackfyre was the bastard son of Aegon the Unworthy with his cousin Daena. Upon his deathbed, Aegon legitimized all his bastards and Daemon was eventually convinced that he could make a bid for the kingship. Daemon was encouraged by his half-brother Aegor Rivers, and promised to wed Calla to him. Daemon perished in the ensuing rebellion, but his seven sons continued to plot with Aegor. Fancast: Sienna Guillory.

Carellen Smallwood (main series era): Daughter of Lord Theomar Smallwood of Acorn Hall and his wife Ravella. When war breaks out in the Riverlands, she is sent to a sept in Oldtown. Fancast: Aria Goodson.

Carolei Waynwood (b. approx. 270 AC): Widow of Ser Geremy Frey, tenth-born son of Lord Walder Frey. She may be a daughter of Lady Anya Waynwood. She has two children, Sandor and Cynthea Frey. Fancast: Rose Williams.

Cass (main series era): Serving girl and prostitute at the Peach in Stoney Sept in the Riverlands. Fancast: Greer Robson-Kirk.

Cassana Estermont (c. 240-278 AC): Wife of Lord Steffon Baratheon of Storm's End, and mother to King Robert, Stannis and Renly Baratheon. She died in a shipwreck on her way back from the Free Cities after accompanying her husband in an unsuccessful search for a suitable bride for Prince Rhaegar Targaryen. Fancast: Maria Doyle Kennedy.

Cassandra Baratheon (b. 116 AC): Eldest daughter of Lord Borros Bartheon of Storm's End, who supported Aegon II's claim to the throne during the Dance of the Dragons. In return for her father's support, Dowager Queen Alicent Hightower agreed that Cassandra would marry Aegon II, but he was poisoned and Rhaenyra's son became king as Aegon III. Cassandra then became a lady-in-waiting to Jaehaera Targaryen, Aegon's wife. When Jaehaera fell to her death, some rumors claimed that Cassandra was to blame. Aegon chose another wife, Daenaera Velaryon, whom Cassandra also served. Cassandra was then involved in a plot to poison the new queen, and was married off to a knight thirty years her senior. Fancast: Drew Barrymore.

Cassella Staunton (40-54 AC): Lady companion to Rhaena Targaryen on Dragonstone. She was poisoned by Rhaena's husband, Androw Farman, out of jealousy for the companionship Rhaena had with her ladies. Fancast: Anais Shand.

#asoiaf fancast #valyrianscrolls #brienne of tarth #briony #briar #cassella staunton #cassana estermont #cassandra baratheon #cass #carolei waynwood #carellen smallwood #calla blackfyre #allfancasts #asoiaf fashion

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