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[dragonsbone]

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[kellyvela]

The way Cregan and Alysanne's first daughter's name is called SARRA which suspiciously looks SARA with an extra "R", for me it is proof enough that she exists and that Cregan loved her very much imo

Yeah, I agree.

Also the first two Cregan/Black Aly daughters are there to make us think of Sansa, and the last two daughters to makes us think of Arya:

Sarra - As you said this is Sara with an extra R. Also remember that in the same book GRRM named a character Sansara.

Alys - Reminds us of Alysanne, which is close to Alayne, Sansa's bastard disguise name.

Raya - Arya anagram

Mariah - MAriah = Arya

Thanks for your message :)

#anon asks #sarra stark #sara snow #sansa stark #george and his characters names . . . .

[patrocles]

LORDS OF WINTERFELL + THEIR BASTARD SIBING - Cregan Stark & Sara Snow

The matter of what exactly happened when Prince Jacaerys Velaryon came to Winterfell is a matter only truly known to those who were there. Regardless, after the Prince’s death in 130 AC, Lord Cregan Stark raised a host of nearly twenty-thousand men to ride south to honor the pact he made with his dear friend.

He trusted no one to rule Winterfell in his absence than his elder sister, a bastard named Sara Snow. She acted as a regent for his young son and heir, Rickon, as Cregan had planned for a lengthy campaign. Despite being the formidable Wolf of the North, Sara had always been protective of her younger brother. Cregan suffered loss early in his life with the deaths of father, his lady-mother, their younger brother, and most recently his beloved wife Arra Norrey.

Like Cregan, Sara was politically apt, had a strong heart for justice, and commanded respect from all. Since wresting power from his corrupt uncle at only six-and-ten, Sara acted as an advisor for Cregan. For many years, the Wolves of the North were a small pack, but Cregan was just as dedicated to his sister as Sara was to him. After the war, when Cregan remarried to Alysanne Blackwood, they had a daughter named Sarra, likely named after his dear sister.

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[misguidedasgardian]

The White Dragon (30)

30. All roads

MASTERLIST

Summary: All roads lead to Harrenhal 

Pairings: main Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader

Warnings: cursing, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs, injury, burns, dragon fire, death, violence, armies, death, war and all that comes with it. Character death (technically a character?)

Might miss some warnings but you know what this is about :)  

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 4k

Notes: One of the most awaited (even for me) chapters, LET'S ROCK AND ROLL PEOPLE LET'S DO THISSSS

Soft snow fell over Winterfell, for the Strong children, their favorite new thing, catching snowflakes with their tongues and being the first one to walk over a new trail of that sugary looking powder.

Sarra, who had been accompanying them and taking care of them, had an embroidery lesson, so she sent one of her ladies with the children as they played in the Godswood, the safest place in all of Winterfell.

The kids were in the middle of a snow war, running and giggling all around the trees. The Lady had surrendered already, sitting by the entrance to the Goodswood, waiting patiently as she read.

The kids ran, and played, throwing snowballs and giggling. Saera, two years older, took the lead, running faster than her baby brother. She looked back to see if he was following her, so she didn’t pay attention to where she was going, until she crashed into something… or someone.

When Saera looked up with those big purple eyes of hers, she met with only one in turn. Aemond was looking down at her with severity.

“Uncle Aemond?”, she asked, “what are you doing here?”, she smiled at him, with a toothless smile, and her bright eyes, “do you want to play with us?”, she asked.

But Aemond didn’t answer, he just looked at the little girl with a dead expression in his eye, and a thin line as his lips

“Uncle?”

Aemond woke up panting, his heart beating out of his chest. Why did he dream about his nephews? how? why? it felt so real… he had never been in the north, but somehow he knew perfectly well where he was. 

His baby nephews… 

“Where are Saera and Vaegor?”, Aemond asked hours later, as a servant was fixing his armor. Larys shook his head. He had the Strong summoned that morning, as he was preparing himself to march on Harrenhal

“They are not in Harrenhal”, he said with that unsettling smile

“They could be in Dragonstone”, he whispered

“I believe my sister by law took measures to protect them”, he said, “birds told me they saw the children riding north with the twins…”, Aemond’s breath got caught in his throat. “May I ask why do you care about their whereabouts?”, he asked. But Aemond didn’t answer. The truth was that he didn’t truly wanted to murder his baby nephews, they were innocent, if things went terribly wrong in Harrenhal, he wouldn’t want them to be left alone, at the end of the day, they just might be all he had left of his extended family. 

Aemma’s baby brother and sister

“Are you sure you want to march on Harrenhal?”, asked Larys. Aemond looked at him in the corner of his eye

“I am”, he said firmly, “Do you care about what happens there?”

“No”, he said with that same smile. Great, because now, he didn’t care either. 

The Baratheon army had marched before him, he was going to take only a few hours on Vhagar

The Strongs were going to surrender or he was going to slay their dragons and burn their people. 

This had to end.

“The Royal and the Baratheon army are marching upon us”, said Maekar out loud, lords from the Riverlands all around him, including Cregan, who had arrived with half his army. The winter wolves, and his brother, where being held in any small town they passed

The greens haven't managed to persuade the great houses of the Riverlands, but the small towns were a different matter, they had met resistance at every turn… not enough to dwindle their forces, but enough to delay them… Rhaegar didn’t want and shouldn’t burn all the small towns of the Riverlands, so their march, was being heavily delayed

So Maekar in Aerion was going to face Aemond in Vhagar alone, he didn’t want to send word to Rhaegar either, he wanted to spare his brother

The Tullys did manage to arrive, so the forces were almost aligned if not for Vhagar. 

“We are going to meet them here”, he pointed a point in the King’s Road, a few miles towards King’s Landing, “when they are marching through this point we will be able to wait for them from the highground, and charge them from there, take them by surprise, push them against the God’s eye”

“Agree, we will take the fight off of Harrenhal”, said Cregan

“What about the Dragon?”, asked another

“I will face Vhagar”, he said firmly, “as you, I will hope to fly higher than him, and faster, the surprise factor is essential”, he said, he sensed his father by his side tense, he had been begging him for days to reconsider, he had even send word to Dragonstone for backup from Daemon or whoever, Dragonstone had no answered. And they stood alone against the largest dragon in the world

After the meeting, Maekar had to contain himself not to run towards the room, he entered after knocking gently, and he found Helaena there, knitting while her children plated safely

“I still think you should ride North”, he said gently, walking towards her and kneeling by her side, she smiled gently at him caressing his cheek, “with the children, Cregan already said you could go to Winterfell, and my siblings are there”

“I need to be here” she said gently, “trust me”. And Maekar did, grabbing her hand gently and placing swift kisses all over her palm and the back of her hand

“I’m sorry for everything”, he whispered, “I should have taken you with my sister as soon as the war broke out”

“This what was meant to happen”, she whispered with a smile, “don’t worry”, she looked so calm, so serene, that Maekar didn’t know if to think that she truly know everything was going to be alright, or if she had finally lost her mind

Either way, the victor of this gruesome battle were not going to hurt her, if it was Aemond, he would spare her, if they were the ones, he would finally love her freely, marry her even

But war was so cruel, and she was just a girl. a girl with children of her own.

“They are coming”, he said simply, “We are marching to meet them in the field now”. Helaena looked at him booth her big eyes, she leaned in and kissed him in his head

“The spools of green and the spools of black will make spools of red”, she whispered

“I love you”, he whispered, frowning, analyzing her words, the blacks, the greens, will they make red? blood red? Will they all be doomed?

“I love you too”, she whispered against his forehead

“If I shall perish in the battlefield today, I will find you in the next life, so we could spend it together as the Gods owes us”, she simply nodded

“I will have you in this life”, she whispered. For a second he did want to take her and leave, together, with the children. He had loved her in secret for many years, their love only consummated after she bore her youngest son Maelor. She loved him back, and he was grateful, even if he had her for barely a day. He would have rather die today, than having a lifetime without her

“I will try”, he promised, kissing her one last time, and with that terrible forecast, he abandoned the room not before he greeted the children as well, who hugged him tightly. Helaena had a dragon, but she couldn’t fight, he would die before he put her in harm’s way… Dreamfyre though… he shook his head 

He had his home, his love, his family to fight for, he will fight until his last breath. 

He exited the White hall, to meet all captain and leaders of the army, they were arming themselves, in front of him, all over the valley in front of his home, they were thousand of campaign tents, the coat of arms of great houses of the North and the riverlands flew freely, the day was grim, gray, it was not going to rain but the cloud closed the sky over you

House Strong’s banner fluttered alongside his siblings’ sigil, the one Aemma had created one day, and Rhaegar and himself had taken as his own. That symbolized them, the Strong Targaryens, it brought him comfort. 

He felt the hand of his father on his shoulder

“I love you son”, he whispered, and Maekar’s heart broke because it sounded like a goodbye

“I love you too father”, they shared a big hug as they pat each other's back

“Please, if it gets too dangerous, please, retreat”, he whispered, “there is no shame in surrendering… it means you get to live to fight another day”, he said reassuringly

“I’m afraid that is not our way, father”, he whispered. His father, Harwin, released him, and Maekar faced Cregan

“I believe your mother would be against this”, he said firmly, “but then she would be very proud”, he said with a shy smile

“I believe so too”, he muttered, then his face got all serious, “I will distract Vhagar as you face the army, I’m afraid that is all I can do, we will trust your battle skills”, he said

“And that will be enough”, he said firmly, “Only distracting the largest dragon in the world will be a feat that will put your name in all the songs to be sung and the stories to be told”, he said firmly.

And after exchanging significant looks and pleading eyes from his father, he called in his dragon Aerion

He had grown, as Karnax did, they were as big as Meleys, with 19 years after they hatched. They have outgrown Syrax, and almost as Caraxes, their size rushed by years in the wild as he would have them, never resting in the pit, but flying freely and hunting for his own survival. 

He caressed his snout gently

“You know what we are about to do…”, he said firmly, “It was an honor being your rider”, he greeted. Aerion growled loudly, cheering the troops who clapped and cheered back. Maekar climbed onto his dragon’s back, placing the straps tightly against his thighs

“Sôbês Aerion!”, and the dragon took flight easily 

Under him, the troops began to march towards the accorded place, they were going to set a trap for the enemy army, as Maekar was going to distract Vhagar and prevent him from burning their own army. 

He was so nervous his body stiffened atop his saddle, he cursed and called himself weak. He was afraid… was he weak?

No, he decided, he was not going to fly away and cower, no, he was frightened, but he was going to fight until his last breath. That was being brave, he thought with a self calming smile

As philosophers would say, “bravery can only appear in the presence of fear”

He would say that his uncle wouldn’t hurt him, that they were friends, but he also killed his mother, so who knows what he was truly capable of? He expected no amnesty, no kindness, he expected fire and blood. And that is what his uncle was going to get in return

Fire and blood

The war, battles itself were sickening, but perhaps what was worse were the hours before the battle itself. Was he insane? probably, but the battle was imminent and he wanted it to start at once, he was tired of waiting, it was driving him insane. Live or die, it was already fated, but he wanted it to start at once. 

Lucky… or not… the army reached the desired point, a valley that ended in the lake named God’s eye, in the middle of the valley the King’s road passed, so the army was certain to take this road. And they will be waiting for them here

Harwin on one side of the army, commanded everyone to spread out, the Road was narrow, so the Green forces were likely to spread in a thin line, and if they were all spread, they were not going to be burned as easily, he thought bitterly. On the other side, Cregan was doing the same. 

Scouts came galloping to meet the right flank of the army, where Harwin stood

“They are hours away Ser Harwin”, he muttered, “they are led by Ser Criston Cole, and Lord Borros Baratheon himself”, he said hurriedly, “we have not seen the dragon”

“Go to Cregan Stark and repeat the tale”, he said, and the rider did gallop away.

Harwin knew better than to be happy about the news, dragons were quick and their Queen could appear at any moment. As proof of it, he looked into the skies and found no sign of his own son

Aemond flew atop Vhagar, above the King’s Road up North. His body shakes with anticipation of the battle to come. He does not know what he faces… will Daemon be there? He hoped so, he knew, according to scouts and spies, that Maekar was surely on Harrenhal, and Rhaegar was not able to meet him. 

Only his oldest nephew then…

Days ago he would have landed Vhagar on the ground, wait for his nephew to come to him and strike a deal, a treaty, isolating them from the blacks, leaving Harrenhal alone, but his heart was broken and his mind was clouded with loss and grief

He cared no longer for what ensued, the loves of his life were gone.

His Aemma, his Helaena, and his nephews, the representation in flesh and bone of innocence and goodness. 

Lost in his thoughts he didn’t realize how much time had passed. Soon, Aemond saw the army marching underneath him, and beyond, the God’s eye, it was truly a beautiful sight to be sure, but then, he saw a silver line of…

He couldn’t alert the army, not from up there

The Northerner and the Riverland army descended upon the Green forces, their impulse helped by the short hill, they roared ferociously as they charged at them, succeeding in taking them by surprise. 

The collision was brutal, they knocked down the first improvised line of defense, killing them almost instantly and then went on to charge against the second line. 

Aemond descended upon the enemy army, or at least he intended to, but was attacked on his own, by Aerion

He could only hear a distant Dracarys!, over the growling of the blue beast, and a fire blinded Vhagar only for a second, making her growl. A horrible sense of already living this scenario washed over him, and Vhagar twisted in the sky, looking for the dragon that harmed her. But Aerion was fast, losing himself already in the clouds above them

Vhagar had now a burn on her snout, and she was growling furiously as she ascended even more to look for the one that harmed her 

“MAEKAR!”, he screamed, “Bend the knee! nephew!”, he said at the top of his lungs, searching for him amongst the clouds, “I wish not for your death, on the contrary!” 

“Where is my sister?”, he heard, and he swallowed, hard

“Let’s talk, nephew!”, he encouraged, Vhagar wanted the contrary, wining underneath him

And then he saw Aerion flying above him. He was still half his size, but it was still impressive, Aerion was much bigger than dragons twice his age. He disappeared again, he was toying with Aemond as he toyed with Jacaerys that fatidic day

Maekar did wanted to talk to him, but for Vhagar it was already too late, she wanted the dragon that dare to breathe fire against her Queen

Soon she had him in her sight and it was already too late, she started the chase, and even if Aerion was faster, he couldn't hide anymore. 

“Fuck fuck fuck”, Maekar cursed against his breath, making his dragon fly downwards, he hoped that Vhagar will fall faster than him against the ground, that was approaching him at alarming speed. As Vhagar was about to bite into his dragon’s tail, he averted it, flying upwards again. 

They now flied so close to the ground that it was almost dangerous, and Vhagar was soon closing in on him again 

On the ground, the armies fought fiercely, the Greens, with the high number, had recuperated and charged against their enemy with ferocity. “Ours is the fury” was the Baratheon motto and they took it to earth

And then.

A loud roar made the waters of the God’s eye shake like it was an earthquake, even the floor seemed to shake. Harwin, as he was cutting down Barattheon soldiers stopped, as did everybody, looking up in the skies, Vhagar was chasing Aerion but even those dragons seemed to be rattled by the warning of a even more fearsome beast 

It was not Vhagar

It was not Aerion…

The white demon opened the skies with her bast wings, roaring as loudly as thunder

Harwin could not believe was he was seeing

No, it couldn’t be, he has probably been struck down and he was dead, his wife had come to collect him 

Aemond looked back, and above him, and he also questioned his sanity

No it can not be

Vhaelar, the white demon descended upon him as an eagle would swarm in to catch his prey, he could not stop it, the huge claws on her legs clinged onto Vhagar’s right wing, and her huge jaws closed into his left wing

Vhagar whined under him, a shriek, a sound so abnormal with pain and imminent death that it shook the armor of every soldier in the battle, she could no longer keep itself in the air, and for better or worse, the ground was so close the fall was lesser than the Red Keep height… 

The adrenalin in his body prevented him of feeling how he collided atop his beast on the hard floor, Vhagar fell over the army’s carts, thousand of pieces of wood and spears burried themselves on her old skin

Vhaelar released Vhagar before she collided, and kept herself flying above the agonizing dragon. You breathed heavily, praying your brother did survive it, you dragon as the white dragon growled victoriously. You saw your son, Maekar, flying over you

Maekar had never been so happy, even there in the midst of battle, he screamed in happiness. but the battle was not over yet. He descended upon the army, and set fire to their rearguard, one time he flew above them, unknown to him at the time, Criston Cole burn to death under Aerion’s flames… and the Green army stopped fighting. They surrendered right there

They all saw Vhagar fall, they all saw the return of the White Dragon, the princess who had gone back from the dead

So they dropped their swords as the princess climbed down from her dragon, only a few yards away from the already warmer heat of battle.

Maekar descended quickly, and you were the one who reached for him, hugging him tightly against you

“My son”, you cried, tears of pure relief falling down your cheeks, “my boy, are you harmed?”, you asked, releasing him and cradling his face with your hands

“No mama”, he cried of pure happiness, “you are alive!”

“I am alive!” 

You turned towards Vhagar, as she drew her last breath, the Queen of dragons had perished.

Aemond released himself, impressively unharmed, and he, despite his trembling legs, was able to descend to the ground, amidst smoke and broken wood

His hand caressed Vhagar as he walked, one last time, until he could surround her, seeing over the small hill, you. 

You were going to walk towards him, as he was going to walk towards you, his mind confused, he thought he was hallucinating

He had not killed you, but when you realize your daughter was dead you will gladly go to kill him. So Aemond walked hastily towards you, so you unsheathed your Valyrian steel sword to face him, Aemond, unsurprisingly, did the same.

“I don’t know if my mind's playing tricks on me!”, he said, about to cry

“I am not a illusion but a reality”, you said back, preparing to fight him

“no!”, said Maekar, placing himself between you. “Enough! I just got you back, I’m not going to lose you again mother”, he whispered, “Uncle, enough”

“Sister”, he said, his hold on his sword trembling, “I thought I…”

“Vhaelar saved us”, you told him, “but we were stranded in Tarth for weeks”, you said firmly, as you stopped being on guard, lowering your sword

“I am so glad”, he responded, dropping his sword to the floor in front of him. He, Aemond Targaryen, was dragonless once again, but in turn, he was not a Kinslayer, but he also had lost…

His thoughts were interrupted by another dragon that roared in the sky, and as Harwin and Cregan were taking Lord Borros’ surrender, Dreamfyre flew above them and towards the group

Aemond could not believe it, and you couldn't neither, your body tensing as you saw the dragon who was supposed to be allied to the greens, but your son squeezed your hands reassuringly 

“It’s Helaena mother, she was with us in Whitehall”, he said

“What?” Aemond asked, “why is Helaena here? she was dead!”

“Dead?”, asked Maekar  

Helaena landed right next to you all

“Brother enough!”, demanded Helaena, from atop her dragon, Aemond stopped his movements, “It’s enough!”, she repeated, her voice stronger as she ever sounded, she descended Dreamfyre, as you met your half-sibling, alongside Maekar, you sheathe your sword

The silence was deafening, as you four met

“Sister, you were dead”, he muttered, as he was seeing yet another apparition, “Grandfather told me… I saw you…”, she shook her head, and Aemond went in and hugged her tightly against his chest, “they told me an assassin came in the night and took you”, he cried. He was so relieved but still, his mind was in the brink of collapse

“Daemon send assassins”, Maekar told you, and you looked at him widely, “he send assassins to kill Jaehaerys”, he told you with a broken voice

No

This was sick. 

Was your uncle so depraved? that he would send an assassin to murder an innocent child?

Aemond released Helaena, caressing her hair, “they told me she and the children died”, he explained, his gaze not separating from his sister, “they told Aemma was slain as well”, he whispered, “are the children alright?”

“They are, and Aemma is alive and well”, she said hastily, “our grandsire told you that to manipulate you”, she said firmly 

“Where is she? Where is my daughter? Is she alright?”, you asked with urgency

“She is riding East”, she said, “Alongside Ser Steffon, I told her about the battle plans and she wants to intercept the Lannister Fleet before the soldiers reach Highgarden”

“She will find herself caught between the Lannisters and the Hightower army”, Aemond muttered, “she will face two armies, a fleet and Daeron and Tessarion”

“How did she escape the Red Keep?”, you asked, looking at everyone

“That is a long story”, whispered Helaena with a shy smile, “I will tell it to you”

“But we must reach Aemma”, you murmured then, “she cannot face them alone”

“I have to go”, said Aemond, and you looked at him, “to stop the armies”

“So you can take her prisoner again?”, you asked

“No!”, he answered, placing Helaena behind him, “this is over!”, he said firmly, “I don’t wish to serve my sick brother, not my Grandfather, the true manipulator and originator of this madness, he made me believe all the people I loved were dead, so he could use me to kill the remaining family I held dear to my heart, my allegiance to that monster is over”, he sentenced 

“Well I don’t want to serve Rhaenyra, or her child-murdering husband either”, you said in turn, and you all exchanged looks 

“So we are done serving Kings and Queens we don’t even believe in?” asked Aemond, “what do we do next?”

“My priority is my family”, you said, “my children, fuck the rest of them”

“Fuck him” whispered Aemond, “We made promises but never to one another, the true deserving parties in all of this”

“So I swear not to move against you brother, or you, my dear sister”

“Nor I shall move against you”, he said firmly, “If Aegon and Rhaenyra want to fight, they can do it against themselves, for themselves”, you nodded

Helaena then walked towards Maekar, and he embrace her and kissed her gently

“Well, that is new”, you whispered, and then Aemond and you exchanged looks

“I will set this straight, send the armies home, or take them prisoner, whichever”, you said, “I will go for my son Rhaegar, bring him home as well… and then the three of us could…”

“I will go and get my Aemma”, he said firmly

“And how do you plan on doing that?” you asked

“I don’t know”, he admitted, you both looked at Vhagar

 “You will need a dragon”, you said, “another dragon, clean of our family’s blood”

“Agree”, he whispered

More notes: WE ARE BACK WITCHESSSSSS 

I had that scene in my head, an unhinged Aemond, unpredictable and torn with grief, riding North to see his nephews… What does he want with them? uffff I had to include it even if it was a little inconclusive 

Was it too rushed? was it? next chapter I will cover how reader reached Harrenhal... how she got out of the island, and the faceoff with Rhaenyra, I just wanted to show her appearing there first hehe, you know I'm a sucker for theatrics

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[anoras]

Velaena Velaryon of House Velaryon, rider of the dragon Sapphirine. The second child and only daughter of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen and Harwin Strong Laenor Velaryon, she was the twin to Prince Jacaerys Velaryon and elder sister to Lucerys and Joffery Velaryon.  She was half-sister to King Aegon III Targaryen and King Viserys II Targaryen. She would survive the Dance of Dragons along with her dragon Sapphirine.  She would wed Lord Cregan Stark, to whom she would give four daughters; Sarra, Alys, Raya, and Mariah Stark. She would be called the Snow Dragon by those who remembered her, a woman who chose to sacrifice unto the cold northern climes her own happiness for the life of her family.  Forgotten by history, her name ended by her marriage to Lord Stark, she became little more than a footnote in the annals of the Targaryen Dynasty.  For her part in the Dance, however, the North remembers.  She was, and would forever be, the best loved of the Lord Starks wives; a gentle, thoughtful soul who burned Bright through the Winter of Widows, and who passed that Fire unto her daughters.

#hotd oc #asoiaf oc #targaryen oc #* #velaena velaryon #babes this took me so fucking long #anyway i'm insane abt her <333

[valaenatargaryensdragon]

Lone Wolf

Part One ✦✦✦ Wolf Meeting Dragon ✦✦✦

pairing: Fanon!Jacaerys Valeryon x Female!Stark OC

summary: Amarylis Snow, bastard daughter of Lord Rickon Stark, younger sister of Lord Cregan Stark and twin sister of Sara Snow

Word count: 2,1K

Warnings: Nothing, fluff? Not during any of the events in the show, a time where the Blacks win the war with no much destruction

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Amara clasped her fur coat over her shoulder securing it, it was too heavy for her to only secure it around her neck, otherwise she would choke herself to death. Her brother insisted she and Sara wear their best clothes to welcome Prince Jacaerys Targaryen to the north after the war had ended and peace had befallen Westeros again. Amarylis or as she liked to be called Amara saw no reason for such measures, he was not going to be seeing their dresses from under the thick furs protecting them from the harsh cold.

"Make haste Amara, we are going to be late" Sara's voice was muffled by the door separating the twins from one another. Amara opened the door with a huff at how dramatic her sister was being.

"I am ready, no need for shouting" Amara lead the way down the corridor filled with the maids she had kicked out of her room, they were all panicking and ruining her hair instead of fixing it so she ordered them to leave her, even her most trusted handmaiden, Maecy Parge, she was from a lower house, one of the few girls whose parents allowed to serve the bastards of house Stark. Amara was proud that despite being bastards her and Sara had more privileges than normal bastards do, their father and brother treated them as if they were true Starks.

"Cregan will grow angry with us if we were to be late" Sara spoke, quickening her steps to match those of her sister. Amara chuckled shaking her head showing her flowing black locks, Maecy gasped horrified at the sight of the style Amara had chosen for her hair.

"Hush you, there is nothing wrong with my hair" Amara snapped softly at her confidant. Sara groaned annoyed pausing just before they reached the door leading to the court yard.

"Gods save me" She forcefully turned Amara with the help of Maecy. She pulled back half of her hair and tied it with an extra ribbon she had pocketed earlier in case her were to fall.

"Do I have to do everything myself" Sara glared halfheartedly at Amara who smiled sheepishly.

"Apologise?" Amara joked shrugging. Sara pushed her to resume walking trying to hide a smile of her own. Amara giggled as they walked over to Cregan.

"If I were you I would not come" He joked at the sight of the two girls. Sara rolled her eyes muttering under her breathe something no one could hear.

"My mistake, brother" Amara moved to stand beside him being the eldest of the twins. Cregan chuckled shaking his head. His face looked sullen still after having lost yet another wife to childbirth and this time it seemed he was adamant on not having anymore wives with the excuse of already having an heir, his son Rickon and four daughters, Sarra, Alys, Raya and the youngest Mariah.

The sound of movement in the sky made everyone look up in excitement awaiting the sight of a dragon. Sara grabbed Amara's hand in a death grip hopping on her feat excitedly waiting like everyone else. Neither have seen Prince Jacaerys or his dragon before, Amara had insisted that her and Sara leave for Essos when the Dance began in fear of harm being her sister's fate and Sara refused to leave without Amara.

The green of Vermax appeared, the dragon let out a roar shaking his wings in what Amara guessed discomfort, a creature of fire was not meant for the cold of the north. Amara felt fur brush against her other hand and averted her eyes from the huge creature ascending on some hill some feat away from the people.

"Oh Jewels, what are you doing here" Amara chuckled opening her fingers letting her wolf rub her head against her palm. Jewels let out a small purr moving to stand in front of Amara protectively. Amara was shocked that neither Frost, Sara's wolf, or Storm, Cregan's wolf, were not following Jewels as usual.

"Prince Jacaerys of House Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne and Prince of Dragonstone" A voice announced. Amara straightened her back letting her eyes wander to the gates. Jewels laid down on the ground ignoring the small hiss Amara let out "Get up". The wolf was stubborn and Amara feared how the she wolf would act around the heir.

The brown haired prince walked in through the gates alone, expected as no one from his guards were able to keep up with his dragon. He had a huge smile on his face as he approached Cregan, old friends reuniting. A brotherhood of sorts formed between the two during the war especially after Cregan put his life in danger during the Battle of the Gullet to save prince Jacaerys.

"Cregan" The prince greeted with open arms. Cregan chuckled opening his arm as well welcoming the prince with a hug.

"How have you been, my friend" Amara felt pride fill her chest at the way the prince addressed her brother, an honour to be considered a friend of the heir.

"If I may, I would like to introduce you to my sisters" Cregan was the first to pull away from the brotherly embrace. The prince's eyes wandered over to where Amara and Sara stood side by side.

"Of course" The prince's eyes trailed down to Jewels staring at him tensely as he approached Amara.

"Apologies my prince, she is very protective of my sister" Cregan chuckled. He crouched down to touch the smokey grey fur of Jewels. She huffed against his palm pushing it slightly away but not entirely while keeping her focus on the prince.

"An act I am sure many pets tend to do when meeting a stranger" The prince answered. Vermax let out a growl from the top of the hill loud enough to be heard by everyone in the yard, reminding them of his presence to protect his rider.

"My prince, the elder twin, Amarylis but don't you dare call her that, she will claw your face off" Cregan introduced, standing back up on his feet. The prince's eyes raised from the wolf and to Amara who gave a curtsy while glaring at her brother.

"An honour my prince, my brother exaggerates, you may call me whatever you prefer" Amara turned her gaze to meet his brown eyes. The prince chuckled at the lighthearted sibling spat.

"What do you prefer to be called, my lady" The prince held out his hand. Amara placed her hand into his shivering when their palms met. Jewels let out a warning growl at the touch but otherwise stayed put.

"Amara" She responded. The prince raised her hand up to place the most delicate kiss on her knuckles. His eyes lingered on her own a second or two too much but she did not seem to notice, lost in his chocolate coloured eyes.

"Lady Amara, I am gladdened to make your acquaintance" The prince muttered against her skin. He let go of her hand gently. Jewels relaxed and laid her head on her paws sensing no danger from the intruder.

"My sister, Sara Snow, the younger twin" Cregan moved to Sara. She had a bright smile on her face, a usual reaction of hers, she was the more welcoming host between the two.

"My prince" She curtsied. The prince took her hand and kissed her knuckles as he did Amara's.

"A pleasure my lady" Sara smiled and nodded her head with a light blush on her cheeks, always the sensitive one.

"We are no ladies my prince, we are Snows" Sara corrected. Her hand grasped Amara's for support, despite their brother's treatment not everyone in the north liked the twins, many treated them like dirt especially lords like Norrey, Blackwood and Manderly and many more.

Arra Norrey who was Cregan's first wife was very nice to Sara and Amara, she was raised alongside them and Cregan which resulted in the pair falling in love and marrying however the birth of Rickon was very hard on her and she passed of it. The same cannot be said about Alysanne Blacwood, Cregan's second wife and more to his four daughters, she loathed the pair and whenever Cregan was away hunting or on a diplomatic trip she would force them with the threat of her sword a ser Amara did not remember his name, and force them to tend to her as if they were maids.

"Nonsense, a person should be judged by his or her actions not their status" The prince shook Sara's words off. Amara chuckled at the surprised look on her sister's face.

"If you'll excuse me my prince, brother but it is time for the girls' meal" Amara pulled her hand away from Sara's who had a small glare on her face now, she did not want to be left alone with the prince and at the same time she did not want to spend her afternoon with her spoiled nieces.

"Girls?" The prince questioned confused, Amara looked too young to be a mother, maybe she was around his age. Amara and Sara had taken the four girls with them to Essos along with Alysanne who had died their during the war, hence why the prince did not know of them.

"My daughters" Cregan explained.

"They have maids sister, no need for you to tend to them today" Cregan denied her request. Amara nodded halfheartedly, she loved her niece dearly and wished not to leave them to the maids' mercy, sometimes they could be cruel, only days past she caught one of the maids refusing to refill the plate of Sarra, the namesake of her sister, saying she will grow fat and no one would want to marry her then, the girl is merely seven of age.

"As you wish brother" Amara leaned down to touch Jewel's fur as a signal to get up and the lazy she wolf huffed annoyed as if she was just having the best nap in her life and was disturbed but got off the floor anyways.

"Let us break fast together my prince" Cregan suggested, gesturing to their home.

"Perfect timing, I am famished" The prince joked. The two men chuckled and proceeded to walk in the front.

"He is quite handsome" Sara whispered as the two followed the men.

"Mhm" Was all Amara awarded her sister back. Sara let out a dramatic gasp of shock alerting the two men who looked over.

"Are you alright, Sara?" Cregan worried. He was the best brother they could ask for really.

"Stepped on a rock, tis all" Sara easily lied. Cregan nodded and resumed his conversation with the prince.

"You agreeing on a matter involving men, is a miracle, the gods are smiling on us today" Sara joked. Amara rolled her eyes but could not hold back a small smile from breaking through her lips.

"I do no hate men, tis you who spread such a rumour, I just find some of them dimwitted and only think with what is in their trousers" Amara shrugged. She sighed in relief when warmth engulfed them the second they stepped in.

"I spread no such rumours, tis was Alysanne so you would not get betrothed" Sara corrected. The pair gave each other a disgusted look to each other at the mention of the woman. Amara felt guilty when she was relieved at Alysanne's death from a fever.

"She wanted us to be maids forever" Amara nodded in agreement. She unclasped her fur and handed it to one of the maids by the door showing the fancy dress she wore. She did not plan that she would break fast with the prince but it seems her brother was smart enough to conclude so. Sara did the same sighing when the weight was off her shoulders. Rickon was already waiting for them with a maester, the twelve years old cleaned up beautiful unlike his usual muddy clothes from sword training with the banermen.

"Rickon, you have grown since I last saw you" The prince ruffled the brown curls of Rickon's hair. The young boy turned a deep shade of red bowing his head.

"An honour my prince" Rickon's voice was still holding a childish squeak to it.

"Please call me Jace, all of you, my prince makes me feel like some seventy years old" The prince had humour, a quality not many royals had.

The table was filled with all sorts of food and even some winter fruits that Amara liked. If breaking fast looked like this she only wandered what her brother had up his sleeve for the feast tonight in the prince's honour. She could hear the clatter of the servants preparing the ballroom some corridors down, cleaning and preparing. Amara was ashamed to admit she could not wait to spend more time with the brunette Targaryen prince.

#hotd imagine #hotd jacaerys #hotd #hotd series #house of the dragon #house targaryen #game of thrones #jaenera targaryen #jacaerys fic #jacaerys valeryon x oc #jacaerys targaryen series #jacaerys valeryon series #fire and blood

[bruiisedpetals]

      𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐈𝐒  𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 …

with last years passing of matriarch 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤, who outlived her husband, 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤, by almost a decade ... the current living generation of starks are as follows.

LORD BRANDEN II STARK, 39 — ruling lord of winterfell, warden of the north.  a widower, his late wife cerelle stark née lannister of lannisport, died before having any children many years ago.

JEYNE & ARSA SNOW, ≈9 — unclaimed heirs; the secret twins of branden stark an an affair with a wildling woman. they are raised in winterfell as cherished wards of the warden himself. (age depending on timeline)

LORD ELRIC STARK, 35 — a lord of winterfell.   married to lady erena glover, they have three children together: bran, dustin and gwinnifer. LADY LYANNA ARRYN NÉE STARK, 32 — a lady of house arryn.   firstborn daughter of house stark, married to the heir of the vale lord arthur arryn, together they have one child, elyse, and lyanna is currently carrying their second child. LORD RICKARD STARK, 29 — a lord of winterfell.   having spent most of his adulthood traveling rickard has recently returned home. he arrived with surprising news: he had wed to a woman he’d met in the south, and was now a father; his wife is lady tyshara stark née sand and their son is ryon. LADY SARRA STARK, 26 — a lady of winterfell.   she pleaded her brother branden’s favour to not have to marry until she had found someone she cared for, he agreed on the condition she entertain suitors. only recently has she begun to forge relationships with perspective partners via. friendly conversation in letters. LORD WILLAM STARK, 24 — a lord of winterfell.   the youngest member of the house has his eyes fixed on the citadel, aiming to become a maester, and currently actively studies under the maester of house stark.

#(``) branden stark . rel. all family #(``) branden stark . history

[dragonsbone]

━━ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 as depicted in 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

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[korribanarchive]

New Chapter: A Tale of Wolves and Dragons

Rated: M

Warnings: Eventual Age Gap, Canon Typical Violence

Summary: When her twin went north to join the Nights Watch, Sarra Snow knew she only had one choice. She would have to go south with Lord Stark to the Capital.

Pulling threads and pushing boundaries brings to light truths that may have been better off lost to time. Many paths lay before her. She must make the right choices for herself, for her kin, and maybe even for the realm.

Sarra ponders her path and the repercussions her choices may have.

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“Interesting place for a feast.”

Sarra looked up and the dwarf she had seen before was standing not far from where she had taken her seat. She shrugged. “Figured I’d stay out of the way like this,” she stated.

“A lady such as yourself?” he asked with a slight raise of his eyebrow. “Shouldn’t you be in there?”

Sarra snorted. “I’m no lady, my lord,” she replied and looked him up and down. “I’m Sarra Snow. The other bastard of Winterfell.”

“And I’m Tyrion Lannister. The only dwarf of Casterly Rock,” he stated and sat beside her. “What has you hiding up here?”

“Not hiding, just having my supper where it’s quiet,” she replied. “Why does everyone assume I’m hiding all the time?”

“If I were a betting man I would have bet a member of the household would be at the feast,” he replied. “And yet here you are.”

“Here I am,” she said, taking another drink of the wine. “Lady Stark didn’t wish for us to attend. And I figure obeying her is easier than defying her when we have such distinguished guests about.”

“She does seem a stern woman,” he remarked.

“Not quite the words I’d use, but I suppose,” she said and shook her head.

#game of thrones #game of thrones fanfiction #Game of Thrones OC #Sarra Snow #Tyrion Lannister #Jon Snow #Benjen Stark #Authors headcanons included #got fic #oc insert #original female character #canon typical violence #eventual age gap

[horizon-verizon]

What do you think about Sara Snow her "marriage" with Jacaerys? On the one hand, she is not listed in the Stark family tree and there is no wedding certificate, even show!Rhaegar and Lyanna had. Besides, why then was there a pact of ice and fire, if they already had a marriage? On the other hand, Jace and Sara could just make vows to each other, without getting married. George Martin is known for love>duty, and the Starks and Targaryens are connected by an invisible love thread. Cregan has a daughter named Sarra, could she have been named after his sister? Who could have guessed that Robb Stark would marry Jeyne? No one, but he did it right in the middle of the war risking his allies. As we know, Corlys loved Jace and would hardly be offended if he and Beaela wouldnot have married (he didn't win anything from this marriage anyway, she's a Targaryen, this stupid show forgot about that fact.)

I'm worried that Martin was clearly involved in writing season 2 and that they will decide to completely film Mushroom's version with wedding and blah-blah. They have already made Jace dirty enough in season 1😖

I talk about Sara Snow HERE in section C.

I don't think Westerosi have marriage certificates.

What would the narrative purpose or end goal for Jace marrying a Stark illg person in the midst of a war for his mother and his own claim? Jace may have lived as a prince, but he also has had to live as a suspected bastard. Adding how devoted he was, he'd have to have really got into his supposed feelings for this girl who is never shown or mentioned ever again. Rob Stark marries Jeyne because he is taking responsibility for the child in her and she lost "honor" for having casual, premarital sex as a girl in a patriarchal, militaristic society. It was less lovey-dovey than is portrayed in the show.

#asoiaf asks to me #sara snow #fire and blood characters #fire and blood

[jennystahl]

tagged by @prometheas to post part of a wip!

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here are some unedited words from gilded, dark, & golden (the house moss/faerrah/reina crossover asoiaf longfic).

The sisters watched the promenade at the front of the hall, none of them particularly interested but wishing to be respectful all the same. The queen passed with Lord Stark, and the king with Lady Catelyn. Little Rickon grasped Jon's hand as he waddled past, and Sarra watched Yarra coo at him as he wandered back to follow his parents. The golden-haired princess Faerrah came next on Robb's arm, followed by all the others and then some more. Sarra wondered why Jaime Lannister was in attendance. He was the queen's brother and a member of the Kingsguard, everyone knew that, but she wondered if the Targaryen wives dragged their siblings around, too. The Moss sisters were intended to sit at the front, still at the lower tables but closer to the Starks. But Jon was their friend, and their parents eagerly complied when all three sisters requested they sit with him instead. It's not as if they would be able to speak with the Starks or the Baratheons during the festivities that night, anyway. Save for Edwyna—their aunt by widowed marriage who was given a special spot with her sister, Lady Stark. The tables in front of them were piled high with food of all sorts. Buttered bread rolls and fried bacon, dripping, lemony asparagus and sweet halved peaches, bread trenchers full of honey-roasted, garlic-crusted lamb. Such a feast serving so many people could not be brought out in servings, and Sarra was piling her plate with everything she spotted. She and her sisters were not picky or delicate eaters, and seated way out here with Jon Snow, no one could scold them for eating so much so quickly.

#*mine #mine: writing #thank you! #targaryen wives siblings etc. yes sarra knows about the incest but it aint about that. also foreshadowing

[bruiisedpetals-a]

      𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐈𝐒  𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆...

with the passing of lady desmona stark last year, the current living generation of starks are as follows ; including marriage notes.

LORD BRANDEN II STARK, 39 — ruling lord of winterfell, warden of the north.  a widower, his late wife died before having any children.   he has secret twin daughters raised as his wards, unclaimed as his heirs; jeyne and arsa snow.

LORD ELRIC STARK, 35 — a lord of winterfell.   married to lady erena glover, they have three children together: bran, dustin and gwinnifer.

LADY LYANNA ARRYN NÉE STARK, 32 — a lady of house arryn.   firstborn daughter of house stark, married to the heir of the vale lord arthur arryn, together they have one child, elyse, and lyanna is currently carrying their second child.

LORD RICKARD STARK, 29 — a lord of winterfell.   having spent most of his adulthood traveling rickard has recently returned home. he arrived with surprising news: he had wed to a woman he’d met in the south, and was now a father; his wife is lady tyshara stark née sand and their son is ryon.

LADY SARRA STARK, 26 — a lady of winterfell.   she pleaded her brother branden’s favour to not have to marry until she had found someone she cared for, he agreed on the condition she entertain suitors. only recently has she begun to forge relationships with perspective partners via. friendly conversation in letters.

LORD WILLAM STARK, 24 — a lord of winterfell.   the youngest member of the house has his eyes fixed on the citadel, aiming to become a maester, and currently actively studies under the maester of house stark.

#v. warden of the north ⋯ others

[kinslayersadvocate]

Did Viserys name Aemond after his brother and his first wife? As in the case of the first daughter of Cregan Stark and Aly Blackwood, where the name Sarra is likely a combination of Sara (Snow) + Arra (Norrey)?

But what in the case of the Starks was probably something Aly agreed to, or more likely, it was her idea to show her goodwill to her husband's sister and family of his late wife.

But in Aemond case? I doubt Alicent would have agreed. It would be so humiliating to her, and show how low Viserys is...

I mean, is hard to say with the Targs, their names are all basically the same, and if it was intentional I think it would be highlighted by the narrative... but I cannot ignore this coincidence.

[wintervsuns]

@anya-snow​ where: the northern keep, dorne​

perhaps it was expected, if not typical, for the men in the north to be finding the dornish heat utterly unbearable; it were as though it could pierce through his very skin, leaving brandon was a constant feeling of being uncomfortable. this was far too south for the north folk, and the last time they had ventured further down south, they had found themselves part of the biggest war in westerosi history; they were not supposed to be here. that, and the fact the high septon of all people had called for the gathering of the kingdoms in the newly opened princedom - as though the north itself were a kingdom that bowed to the same gods. they were not, and thus, brandon felt as though they should never have come here.

he wondered if sarra would have found herself excited at the prospect of venturing to such a different land - perhaps inwardly excited, not willing to break that icy composure of hers. the thought made him smile slightly, though it were sad, tainted; bittersweet.

still, he was hardly in the best graces with the king at this moment; sadness had slowly morphed to anger, fustration at the process of trying to bring those who were not subjects of the winter king to trial. they had every right to refuse venturing to winterfell for it to be done properly; they were not the subjects of the starks, they were wildlings - and so, when three weeks had passed without any sightings from the stark search parties, the ruling lord of karhold had enough. his move was reckless, impulsive; a world away from his usual steady, easygoing nature - whilst he regretted the frustration it had brought his king, his companion, he did not regret it himself.

and so, when the king had made the reluctant decision to move south, brandon was ready and willing to join him, knowing the both of them probably had some concerns. he remained sat beneath a canopy of sorts, warm grey orbs fixed upon the piece of parchment his ink scratched across as he penned a letter to his brother. how long would a raven take to travel from dorne to the north, karhold specifically?

he felt a shadow pass over him, beneath the canopy of orange and lemon trees; only to look up and see a familiar face. it had been some months since they had last seen one another, before he ventured to the north to look for his sister; and yet, they had lost her all the same. much had changed in the time they had last seen one another, and he remained quiet for a moment, before moving further up the bench for her to join him if she so wished. "it snows in dorne?" he asked, a light jest that felt empty, yet natural.

#THIS GOT LONG WHAT EVEN #c: anya #anya 004 #where are you now ; faded?

[inkblo0ded]

           —    𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐍  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊  𝐈𝐈.                             𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡.

    the eldest son and successor to winterfell, has been ruling lord of the last decade, warden of the north.         ⟨ a greenseer. ⟩

birth details : he was born in the previous long winter during a severe snowstorm.

details : 38/39 years old, widower & unmarried, heterosexual.

full family details :    — parents † : ruling lord branden i stark and ruling lady desmona stark née mallister , both are deceased, with the lady desmona’s passing the most recent.    — siblings, in order : elric (35), lyanna (32), rickard (29), sarra (26) and willam (24)    — heirs : jeyne and arsa snow, twins (8) ; they are illegitimate, born of a secret affair with a free folk woman. branden has claimed them as his wards, they don’t know he is their birth father.    — spouse † : ruling lady cerelle stark née lannister of lannisport, who passed only a year into their marriage after falling ill.    — mother of children : a freefolk woman, fianna, she returned beyond the wall after their affair and her business concluded. several months later, the twin girls arrived with a note pleading for branden to care for them as the girls were born early and sickly, likely to die without westerosi medicine.

positive traits : principled, steady, responsible, articulate, compassionate, honourable, selfless, passionate, caring.

neutral traits : determined, intense, moralistic, paternalistic, solemn soft, whimsical, skilful.

negative traits : secretive, insecure, aloof, strong-willed, blunt, softhearted.

           SONG.      ⟨ the prayer, andrea bocelli and celine dion. ⟩

      “I pray you'll be our eyes and watch us where we go,        And help us to be wise, in times when we don't know.                 Let this be our prayer, when we lose our way...           Lead us to a place, guide us with your grace,                              To a place where we'll be safe.”

           QUOTE.

     “No... the greenseers were more than that. They were wargs as well, as you are, and the greatest of them could wear the skins of any beast that flies or swims or crawls, and could look through the eyes of the weirwoods as well, and see the truth that lies beneath the world.”       — Jojen Reed to Bran Stark, A Storm of Swords, Chapter 9, Bran I.

#. bio #. branden bio

[a-song-for-ages]

Sarra Stark and Jon Snow are the most dramatic siblings ever like.

Sarra fr said oh you going to the wall what a little bitch you are

And Jon is like oh you're going south hope you don't die the day you meet your husband (idk man Jon isn't very good at insults especially to Sarra)

But anyways yes Sarra is extremely salty when Jon leave sher behind and to piss him off girlies like WELL NOW IM STAYING IN WINTERFELL AND SO DO YOU!