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thesims4asoiaf · 5 months

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~Ts4 Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon/ ASOIAF Lookbook +CC Links~ DANCE OF THE DRAGONS

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princesssszzzz · 1 year

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Celebration

Pairing: Rhaeon Daeron x Rhaena

Summary: My one shot for the superbowl Rhaena is a cheerleader in high school, and her favorite football player Daeron just won the last game of the season. He's underappreciated, and she gives him a special victory celebration W: Smut/Incest Read on a03

With one leg held by her hand, Rhaena smiled and lifted one arm while the crowd cheered. She almost wavered when the cheerleader holding her up shook. They held their pose and wide grins for the student photographers to take their picture. The girls had just finished the last routine of the season and they wanted to bask in the glory. Until next year, this is the last time she would cheer for their school’s football team Westeros Dragons.

The cheering quieted and faded by the time she jumped down, landing on the soft grass and running back to the bleachers. Her long locs were pulled up in a high ponytail and swung when she approached Baela, Nettles, and Alysanne. The girls had been cheering the loudest for her in the middle of her high flips and it had almost distracted her.

“That was so good!” Nettles was clapping when Baela handed Rhaena a Gatorade.

She beamed at the praise, happy all the practice had paid off. “Thank you. I’m glad no one fell this time.”

‘I’m not.” Baela pulled a bag of popcorn out of her bookbag and lifted her feet to get comfortable. “I was hoping that one girl would fall, I told her to break a leg before she went on the field.”

Netty and Aly laughed when Rhaena gave her older sister a look. “Oh my god Baela, be nice.”

“I’ll be nice when she stops flirting with Jace.” Baela shrugged eating her popcorn and waving off Rhaena’s reprimands. Baela played tennis, and if Jace wasn’t playing she would never bother showing up to support their school’s football team. Instead, she would at home in their garage, blasting music and working out.

“Just win already so we can go home.” Aly mumbled when she was impatient. These games were the bane of her existence, but she promised Baela she would show up. They loved supporting their boyfriends, Cregan and Jace, but it was tedious.

Rhaena got comfortable, changing her shoes into pink sandals and rubbing her feet while they watched the players come back out.

“Or lose.” Netty branded herself a hater. She only showed up to spend time with the girls, loudly boo, and eat snacks.

“You better not boo Jace, right now their winning by a thousand points basically. My baby always wins.” Netty rolled her eyes at Baela’s over exaggeration when Rhaena laughed.

“You need to start dating someone on the team, most of them are ugly but I’m sure there’s one...” Baela cringed, thinking of all the players she consistently let them know were the most unattractive.

Netty just sighed, “I told you already I’m only into older men.”

“I’m not, I couldn’t imagine not being with Jace.”

They had a close relationship since Jace was always around. Even as kids, Rhaena would see the neighborhood boy lingering outside waiting for Baela. He made the mistake of knocking once and asking their father if she could come out and play. After getting yelled at he always waited on the side of the house until their mother came home and invited him in.

“Well, we’ll be here to support whether they win or lose.” Rhaena was referring to Jace, but kept her eyes on player #14’s jersey. The only player she paid attention to in every game and she always reminded herself to keep her enthusiastic cheers to a minimum. She didn’t want to attract to many curious eyes or cause a scene with obvious bias for one player. The players were on the field and the game started up again.

Cregan was always the star of these games as a quarterback and most eyes were on him. Jace already received athletic scholarship offers and was known as the best wide receiver in their school’s district. Garmund, Rhaena’s ex, always got glory around school as a tight end and Rhaena rolled her eyes every time she saw a plague with his name in the hallways.

Player #14 though, they won every game he was in but he got very little acclaim. He never wore his jersey in school like the other players and half the school didn’t even care who he was. At least to Rhaena, her cousin Daeron was the only player she was cheering for. The rest of their family never showed up to games and Rhaena was grateful for that.

The girls ‘oofed’ and Rhaena cringed when they watched Jace get slammed down to the ground. Baela muttered curses under her breath and shook her head.

Rhaena was glad it was only her and her sister here. Anyone else would have noticed her behavior. They would never call it dating, what they were doing but Daeron and Rhaena found themselves being intimate. It started after she had broken up with Garmund and Daeron told her it was ironic because he’s the one the introduced them.

Their excuse for spending time together was doing homework and driving to away games. The worst for them was the holidays. The entire family always showed up to her uncle’s home and there was no where they could sneak away to. If anyone even found out, she was sure either her father or uncle would kill Daeron. His mother would disgusted to say the least.

They knew being related; they shouldn’t be in a relationship but they really didn’t care. It’s not like they were siblings. Despite that, they still kept it a secret since they knew better. Aly and Netty jumped up and cheered. Rhaena jumped up and clapped behind them, pretending that she paid attention to the game and cheered for Cregan’s touchdown.

She did this for the rest of the game and finally they won. Rhaena knew they would, she grabbed one of her pom poms from the ground and waved it in Jace's face when he approached them in the parking lot. Jace laughed, giving her a hug and turning to Baela.

“You two go on, I’m gonna wait for Daeron since I promised to drop him off.” This was her go to excuse for the past couple of games.

“Are you sure?”

Rhaena grimaced, “Yeah I need to practice driving in the dark anyways.”

She waited in her car for 10 minutes before the passenger door opened.

“Sorry I kept you waiting.” She smiled at Daeron as he got in. Still wearing his uniform, his hair was messy and seemed to curl up with his sweat.

Before Rhaena got a chance to say anything, he was leaning over and smiled at her.

“Kiss me.”

She leaned in and their lips touched. Like every other kiss they shared, it was warm and soft. Rhaena pulled back, parting their lips slightly and allowing Daeron’s tongue to slip in. They stayed glued to each other until Daeron finally ended it, looking around and breathing deeply.

The entire car already had steamed windows, and Rhaena giggled. They hadn’t been able to steal a kiss over the weekend, Aemond always being around everytime they turned around.

“You think someone can see us but I can’t even see out the windows.” She turned the wipers on and pulled off.

“You never know, we just had a big win. I would hate for the day to end with someone telling uncle they saw something and me getting killed.” He turned her radio on before leaning his seat back and closing his eyes. It played exactly what he expected her to be listening to, bubblegum pop.

“Don’t worry about him he won’t find out. Speaking of wins I wanted to congratulate you.”

Daeron opened his eyes and turned his head to Rhaena, watching her drive down the familiar empty road.

“Your sweet but you don’t have to do anything special. We’re getting a trophy and I’m sure mom will throw a party or something.”

“It’ll be quick, I have to get back soon. Daeron, they don’t appreciate you.” She reached over his arm, resting her hand on his crotch and rubbing.

Daeron groaned when Rhaena pulled into their usual spot in a wooded area. “Luckily for you, I’m your biggest cheerleader.”

She turned the car off and Daeron watched as Rhaena lifted under her skirt to pull down her panties. She looked to him with a twinkle in her eye and they held eye contact as she bit her lip and squeezed her hand around him. Daeron took a deep breathe, glancing outside the windows just to make sure they were alone, before pulling his pants down. Gesturing his hand to her, she didn’t need to be told twice. Rhaena was grateful for her flexibility as she hopped over the arm rest, straddling Daeron in the passenger seat.

“You don’t want me to do anything first?” He was always gentle, always making sure she was ready. But this time, she didn’t want it.”

“I’ve been ready since the game.” Rhaena gave him a quick kiss, “I love watching you play.”

She grabbed his shaft while giving him another peck and sinking herself onto him. Moaning at the same time like they always do, they touched foreheads before Rhaena moved again.

She leaned her head back and closed her eyes feeling Daeron reaching under her skirt to grab her hips. They moved in unison, and the only sound they could hear being each other’s breaths and the winds from outside. When Daeron arched inside her, they could only think about each other. Sneaking around was enough for them. Both of them knew this would never include having a lot of alone time. They would never be able to kiss in the hall on the way to class or hold hands in public. But these rare moments were enough for them.

He leaned into her, resting his head against her chest when she continued riding him. She could hear him cursing under his breath, he groaned and called out her name.

“God Rhaena.” Daeron huffed out his words, trying desperately to move her hips faster and chasing his release. The pulse inside her matched the heartbeat against his face and he pressed harder. He left her clench around him and Rhaena’s moans grew louder, interrupted by the sound of faint talking. They both froze for a moment and Daeron pulled back, looking at Rhaena to make sure she also heard it. He’d never moved so quick in her life, not even when her coach was yelling at him while they ran laps.

Daeron grabbed her, pulling Rhaena off him and moving her to the side. She was frozen, confused what was going on and where the voices were coming from. Clumsily, he jumped into the driver's seat with his shaking hands grabbing Rhaena’s keys and turning the car back on. They could hear the voices getting louder, but couldn’t see anything other than trees.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” he apologized when the car jumped forward and began moving. Daeron was blinking fast, freaking out that he was still half naked, and looked at Rhaena like she went crazy when she covered her mouth and started giggling.

“What’s so funny?” She laughed louder, pointing her finger out the window to an old couple walking their dog. Daeron was speeding away from them, and he stared at them in the rear veiw mirror.

“It’s just those people. We could have stayed and they wouldn’t have noticed us.”

They were back on the empty road, far away from any prying eyes but Daeron still looked anxious.

“You never know, they could know our parents and recognize us.” Rhaena still laughed at him when she pulled her legs up to her seat and leaned into him.

She gave him an exaggerated solemn face, “We never got to finish.”

“That’s ok, I'll go home now and we can find another time.”

Reaching over to grab his still exposed hardness, Rhaena shook her head. “No, it’s supposed to be a celebration for your win today. What kind of cheerleader would I be if I didn’t finish?”

She shifted to get on her knees, and leaned his arm.

“Rhaena, what are you doing?” He just heard her laughing with her head down and suddenly felt her mouth on him.

Daeron whimpered and the car swerved. They were lucky noone was around for him to hit. He wanted to close his eyes and grab her head, but instead just grabbed the steering wheel harder. Rhaena moaned around him, the feeling of touching him was enough and she continued to suck and slurp. Turning a corner on his father’s street, Daeron felt his climax approaching and reached one hand down to clench at Rhaena’s locs.

Sucking harder, Rhaena helped him chase his arousal for the warning he gave her. The intoxicating smell of their lust and the game hung on to both of them. A long and loud moan came right as they pulled up, Daeron going dizzy as he stopped the car.

“How was it?” She pulled herself off of him, licking her full lips and wiping her mouth. He could only nod, realizing his brain was buried in a haze. They heard a shuffle, looking over to see Aemond had been standing outside smoking. He looked like he tried to stare into the car, but he couldn’t see anything other than what he called ‘Rhaena’s ugly pink beamer’.

“He’s gonna come over here. I gotta go.” Daeron gave her a half smile, still trying to catch his breath while he fixed his clothes. She leaned over to kiss his cheek.

“Proud of you, congrats on the win.” Rhaena shimmied her skirt back down to not flash Aemond, throwing her legs over and got in the driver's seat as Daeron got out. He smiled and leaned over, whispering so his brother couldn’t hear him.

“Love you.” She only smiled as she watched his jog over the front lawn waving to Aemond. She watched him disappear into the house before driving off, satisfied with a stolen half hour at least. The entire drive home Rhaena thought up new excuses to be away, new places to drive that’s so far away, someone could catch them together, and they wouldn’t care.

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icarusignite · 8 months

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Hey Autor,

Could you maybe make a Reader Velaryon/Targaryen x Cregan stark?

The reader is the daughter of Rhaenyra and Laenor (the real father is Daemon Targaryen) and the eldest child of Rhaenyra and the heiress of the iron throne.The reader is sent to the Starks at the age of 14 to live with them for some time (no idea what reason there might be). Cregan doesn’t like the reader at first and is mean to her.At some point, the two get closer and fall in love. Maybe just kisses could arise between them no more. After she was with the Starks for some time, one day a lord comes with his daughter maybe Alysanne Blackwood and her father. Because Cregan is engaged to her and should marry her soon,He never told the reader that he was promised to someone else and the reader gets angry. Cregan wants to talk to her but she ignores him. Cregan does not take action against the wedding and marries Alysanne. Alysanne notices that the reader is angry and and provoke her. reader says goodbye to Lord and Lady stark, While Cregan spends time with Alyssane to get to know her. Reader flies home on her dragon because she doesn’t want to be at the wedding. After years, a war in the north has broken out and seems to be lost. Rhaenyra sends the reader and Jace to the north to help the Starks and end the war with their dragons. Cregan has a child with alysanne (but she should still be alive please.) She's still bitter and full of anger. Maybe the two could have a happy ending because Cregan really loved the reader, he didn’t want to hurt her, but it’s called a stark doesn’t break an oath. Of course, the reader does not forgive him directly and makes him feel her anger.

Please a lot of drama, I love big drama.

I am sorry for my English.

Your reader.

Ps: I wrote this request to another author but I don't know if he wants to write it so I wanted to write to you again because I always love your writing 🫶

Cregan Stark x fem! reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 4.6K

Summary: The five times you told Cregan Stark you hated him, and the one time you actually meant it.

A/N: Hey heyyyy, lol I'm finally back. I'm soo soo sorry this took forever to put out, I've been suffering from massive writer's block and I lowkey feel like my house of the dragon hyperfixation was over for a while so I wasn't feeling too motivated to work on related stuff. Anyway, hope you like what I've done with the premise. Lots of drama but I didn't really see there being a happy end where they actually get together lol. As usual, I love your requests and asks so feel free to send in more (I shall try to get them done in a more timely manner T_T)

I hate you I love you

1. At first sight

Being the oldest daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and future heir to the Iron Throne meant that you were seldom allowed to follow your heart's desire. You were simply a pawn in the grand elaborate game of life, fit to be moved around wherever someone saw fit. You didn't have much of a say when your mother named you her heir, you didn't have a say when she decided that you would be sent to be fostered at Winterfell for a few years for some reason you could not fathom, and you certainly would not have a say when you would be married off to whatever lord would serve the greatest political advantage.

You first met the dark-haired boy that was Cregan Stark at the impressionable young age of fourteen, and you were quite intimidated. There was something in his eyes, their steely grey reminding you of an icy winter storm. His uncle, Lord Bennard, currently ruled the north as regent and you could tell that relations were tense between the two of them.

Lord Brennard had led you into the Great Hall, where the fire roared in the hearth, casting flickering shadows on the walls. There, standing near the hearth, was a young man of sixteen, with a stony expression, his eyes fixed on the flames. Lord Brennard cleared his throat, and the young man turned to look at them.

"Princess, may I introduce you to my nephew, Cregan Stark," Lord Brennard said with a polite smile.

Cregan regarded you with a cold, distant gaze, his demeanour as frosty as the land outside. He didn't extend a hand or offer a greeting. Instead, he simply nodded, his lips pressed into a thin line, making it clear that he would rather be anywhere else but there.

If you were unhappy with his offputting behaviour, you made no show of it. Your mother had schooled you in the proper etiquette of being a gracious young lady and you extended your hand gracefully.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, my lord."

Cregan's response was curt, "Likewise."

He then turned his attention back to the fire, seemingly disinterested in your presence.

Lord Brennard, ever the diplomat, tried to initiate conversation.

"Cregan, the princess has travelled a long way to be here. Perhaps you could show her around Winterfell, and introduce her to some of your companions?"

Cregan sighed audibly and finally tore his gaze away from the flames, "Do I have to, Uncle?"

Lord Brennard's expression tightened slightly, but he remained patient, "It would be a kind gesture, Cregan. She's a guest in our home."

You smiled politely, doing your best to break through the young lord's cold exterior, "I would appreciate it greatly. I've heard so much about Winterfell, and I'd love to get to know the people who live here."

Cregan rolled his eyes but eventually relented with a reluctant nod.

"Fine, I'll show you around, but don't expect me to be your tour guide."

"Thank you. I promise not to be a bother," you grinned now, willing him to at least return some of your warmth.

Cregan's tour of Winterfell was far from what you had imagined. He led you through the castle's corridors and courtyards with long, determined strides, leaving you to struggle to keep up. Your gown, designed for the elegant strolls through the castles of the Red Keep and Dragonstone, was ill-suited for the rugged terrain and brisk pace Cregan set.

"My lord, please, may we slow down?" you called out, your voice slightly breathless. Your soft leather shoes were ill-equipped for the uneven stone floors, and your dress hampered your every step.

Cregan barely spared you a glance, his impatience evident in his voice, "We don't have all day, Princess. You wanted a tour, didn't you?"

You pressed on, determined not to let Cregan's demeanour ruin your first day at Winterfell. You struggled to maintain your composure, but your frustration was building.

"Yes, but I didn't expect it to be a race. Could you at least wait for me?"

Cregan halted abruptly, turning to face you with a roll of his eyes, "Didn't you promise not to be a bother?"

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment and frustration. You had hoped for a warmer welcome, but it seemed Cregan was determined to make you feel like an unwanted guest.

"I did, but I didn't realize being polite was such a bother."

Cregan let out an exasperated sigh, and for a moment, you thought he might storm off and leave you behind. Instead, he begrudgingly slowed his pace, allowing you to catch up.

"Fine, let's get on with it."

As you continued the tour, Cregan pointed out various parts of Winterfell with curt explanations, still making no effort to engage in polite conversation. You did your best to show interest and appreciation for the castle's history and architecture, but it was clear that Cregan was not interested in your company.

Later that evening, the dinner at Winterfell was a formal affair, and despite the grandeur of the feast laid out, Cregan continued to be rude and dismissive towards you. He barely acknowledged your presence, and when you attempted to engage in conversation with other members of the Stark household, he would interrupt with snide comments or pointedly change the subject. The tension in the room was palpable, and you could feel the disapproving glances of some of the Stark bannermen who were clearly not pleased with the arrangement. You couldn't blame them though; you were an outsider, and Cregan's hostility toward you only made matters worse.

Eventually, you had had enough. After the meal, when you found yourselves alone in the corridor leading to your chambers, you turned to him, frustration boiling over after hours of having kept it simmering under your skin.

"My lord, may I ask you something?"

Cregan raised an eyebrow, his icy demeanour unchanged, "I don't suppose you'd desist if I refused?"

That was it. Your final breaking point.

"Why are you determined to be so fucking impolite to me?" your voice exploded, echoing in the empty corridor.

Cregan's eyes widened, surprised at your use of profanities no doubt.

Without stopping for a breath, you continued your torrent of complaints, "I understand that you didn't want me here, but have you perhaps considered that I didn't want to leave my home either? I didn't have a say in this, just like you, so if I can muster up the courage to try and hold on to a shred of hopefulness about this whole situation, can't you at least try to be civil to me? You're older than me, after all. Or do you not have the emotional maturity to not be a fucking menace to people you've judged in your head before even getting to know them."

Cregan regarded your outburst with his usual cold indifference, and you felt yourself deflate. Perhaps you had gone too far. Insulting a lord in his home was not proper behaviour befitting a young lady but you would be lying if you said that it didn't bring you a little satisfaction to see the slight cracks in Cregan's composure. There was a glimmer of something else in his eyes as well—a flicker of respect, perhaps. After a long, uncomfortable silence, he finally let out a sigh, seemingly relenting and his eyes softened, almost too imperceptibly.

"Fine," he said grudgingly, his tone suggesting that he was far from genuine. "I apologize if my behaviour has offended you, Princess."

He tacked on the Princess at the end of his sentence, almost as an afterthought and the mockery in it only made the fire in your eyes blaze brighter. You opened your mouth to say something else but Cregan raised his hands placatingly.

"No, no. I am truly sorry for my behaviour. I had my reasons but I will not give you excuses," he chuckled. "Although I must admit, I did not expect you capable...of that."

Your ears flushed crimson and you ducked your head in embarrassment.

"I hate you Cregan Stark," you mumbled under your breath but when you looked up to see his arrogantly cocked eyebrow and knowing smirk, you realized you did not quite mean it with the intensity he deserved.

2. Deep in the godswood

One crisp, sunny morning, the two of you found yourselves in the godswood of Winterfell, surrounded by the ancient trees with their solemn faces carved into the bark. You had decided to engage in a rare moment of playfulness, and the game you had chosen was a simple one—tag.

Cregan, always quick and agile, took the first turn as the pursuer. He sprinted after you, his laughter echoing through the godswood. After a few months at Winterfell, you were no longer the delicate princess you once were, and you ran with surprising grace.

As you weaved between the towering trees, the thrill of the chase engulfed you. You darted around a tree, hoping to outmaneuver Cregan, but he was relentless. With a burst of speed, he lunged forward and tagged you, causing you to stumble.

Your foot caught on a root, and you tumbled to the ground with a cry of surprise. You had landed on the soft moss beneath the tree, your dress stained with mud and leaves. You scowled and glanced up at Cregan, who stood over you, victorious and unapologetic.

"You cheated," you accused your voice a mix of irritation and laughter.

Cregan grinned mischievously, "All's fair in love and war, Princess."

You couldn't help but chuckle despite your fall. You pushed yourself up onto your elbows, your gaze meeting Cregan's.

"Well, we must be at war then, my lord, for I see no love here in this godswood."

"Oh is that so?" Cregan's eyes twinkled and he watched you in a way that made your ears flush again.

"I fucking hate you!" you declared, trying to force a scowl on your face.

Cregan's expression softened, and he reached out his hand to help you up. As you looked into his eyes, something shifted within you. You realized that your declaration of hatred was no longer true if it ever had been.

You accepted Cregan's hand, allowing him to pull you to your feet and into him. Your gaze met his, and there was a brief moment where something bright and electric sparked between the two of you.

Cregan smiled and winked, breaking the soft moment.

"Let's watch our language, Princess. And don't try to lie to me, I know you better than that."

"Oh, you know nothing at all, my lord."

3. Once upon a fairytale

The ball at Winterfell was a rare and enchanting event, one that had not been held in years. The Great Hall had been transformed into a dazzling spectacle, with chandeliers glittering from the ceiling and banners of House Stark adorning the walls. The air in Winterfell had been doing you wonders and you had grown even more radiant in the past year. Your presence drew the attention of many young lords from noble houses across the North.

You were quickly approached by eager suitors the moment you stepped into the hall, and they approached you with polished manners and flattering words, hoping for a chance to dance with a royal princess. Cregan, watching from the shadows, felt a pang of jealousy as he saw one lord after another try their luck with you, often stumbling over their words in their haste.

In response to their requests, you smiled politely and declined each invitation with a gracious nod. Your eyes, however, never strayed far from Cregan, who it seemed had taken up a dance with another lady—a striking brunette with a winsome smile.

Finally, when the music shifted to a slower, more intimate melody, Cregan finished his dance and made his way towards you. He extended his hand with a charming smile.

"Princess, may I have this dance?"

Your response was less than warm. You raised an eyebrow and looked at him with mock annoyance.

"Oh, my lord, how kind of you to finally grace me with your presence. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about me."

Cregan's smirk was mischievous as he took your hand, "Forgotten about you? Never, my lady."

As you began to dance, the tension between the two of you was palpable. Your voice was hushed as you spoke, your irritation clear.

"You've been dancing with other ladies all night. I thought you weren't interested in me."

Cregan leaned in closer, his breath ghosting across your throat, "Jealous, are we?"

Your cheeks flushed.

"No," you replied, trying to remain nonchalant, but your tone betrayed your true feelings. "I just thought you were ignoring me."

"Sounds like jealousy to me."

You rolled your eyes, "I hate you, Cregan Stark."

Cregan's eyes twinkled with amusement as he spun you gracefully across the floor, "You don't."

You opened your mouth to protest, but Cregan brought your hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on the back of it. The touch sent a shiver down your spine, and your breath immediately caught in your throat, rendering you speechless.

Cregan held your gaze, his eyes filled with a fierce intensity.

"No, you don't," he repeated softly as if daring you to deny it.

4. Slowly, and then all at once

Throughout the next grand feast, Cregan couldn't resist cracking teasing jokes at your expense, each one playful but not cruel, designed only to elicit merriment. His quips were met with laughter and amusement from the other lords and ladies, you felt annoyed being his topic of discussion that evening.

After the dinner finally concluded, you could take no more. You caught Cregan by the arm as he was about to leave the hall and dragged him away to an isolated hallway. Your eyes flashed with anger as you turned to face him and although the expression on your face was a serious one, he couldn't help but be mesmerized by the fieriness of it. It was the same expression you had worn the first time you confronted him about his behaviour and unbeknownst to you, that was when he had first started to feel that aching pull toward you.

"What was that all about, Cregan?" you demanded, your voice sharp.

Cregan's response was unexpected. He didn't offer an apology or a defence of his actions. Instead, he took a step closer to you, his expression intense. Before you could react or voice your pent-up frustration, he kissed you.

It was a passionate, intense kiss that left you momentarily breathless. Your protests were silenced as your lips met his, and your anger dissolved into a mixture of surprise and desire. Cregan's lips were firm against yours, his hands gentle but insistent on your waist.

When he finally pulled away, you were left looking quite dazed and disoriented. Your cheeks flushed, and your heart raced in your chest. Cregan smirked at you, his eyes filled with a blend of amusement and affection.

"Princess," he said softly, "Don't you dare say that you hate me again. It's abundantly clear that you don't."

You tried to form a coherent response, but your thoughts were still scattered from the unexpected kiss. You found yourself at a loss for words, your feelings for the young lord more complex than ever before.

Cregan's thumb brushed gently against your cheek, and he leaned in to kiss your forehead tenderly.

"Let's not waste any more time pretending, my lady," he whispered. "We both know how we truly feel."

5. I wish I could hate you

The arrival of Lady Alysanne Blackwood and her father brought a flurry of activity to Winterfell. Lady Alysanne was a beautiful and vivacious woman, and her presence seemed to light up every room she entered. As the daughter of an important house, she was greeted with warmth and enthusiasm by Lord Brennard Stark and the other members of House Stark.

You couldn't help but notice the stark contrast in Cregan's behaviour towards Lady Alysanne compared to his demeanour with you when you first arrived. He greeted the Blackwoods with a genuine smile, engaged in polite conversation, and even offered to show Lady Alysanne around Winterfell himself. It was a stark departure from the cold and aloof Cregan you had known at first.

You tried to push aside the feelings of hurt and jealousy that welled up within you. It had been some time since Cregan had treated you with such indifference, and you knew you should let bygones be bygones. After all, you reasoned, Cregan had every right to make new acquaintances and friends. You were still the one he shared kisses with and spoke whispered promises to.

However, as the days passed, you couldn't shake the feeling of being left behind. Cregan seemed to spend more and more time in the company of Lady Alysanne, showing her the beauty of Winterfell, introducing her to the people of the North, and sharing tales of their homeland.

One evening, as you watched Cregan and Lady Alysanne from across the courtyard, a sense of loneliness and abandonment washed over you. Then came the announcement that turned your blood cold. There was talk around the castle of preparations for a grand wedding. At first, this confused you. Cregan was the only member of the Starks of marriageable age, but he had never discussed something like this with you. And then you realized why, when passing the kitchens late one night, you overheard the scullery maids talking about how lovely a bride Lady Alysanne would make.

One day, as you walked alone in the quiet gardens of Winterfell, your steps slow and contemplative, Lady Alysanne approached you. You had been lost in your thoughts, unaware of Alysanne's presence until she spoke.

"I must admit, I wanted to see for myself the woman rumoured to be close to my future husband," she said with a smirk.

Your heart sank at the cruel tone in Alysanne's voice, and your voice trembled as you replied, "Your future husband?"

Alysanne nodded, her expression filled with mockery.

"Yes, Princess. Cregan and I have been promised to each other since birth. It's a marriage that our families have long arranged, for the good of both our houses."

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you turned away to hide your emotions. You felt a crushing weight on your chest, the realization that the man you had grown to care for deeply was bound by duty to another.

Your voice was barely a whisper as you asked, "How long have you known about this?"

Alysanne's tone was sharp and cutting as she replied, "I've known for a while, but I wanted to meet you before the wedding. I wanted to see the foolish girl who thought she could steal Cregan away from his duty."

Your heart ached with a mixture of sadness and resignation. You had to accept the reality of the situation, no matter how much it hurt.

Alysanne reached out with a mocking smile, but her touch was far from comforting as she placed her hand on your shoulder.

"I know this must be difficult for you, Princess, as you are probably used to having whatever your heart desires. But you should have known better. Cregan was never yours to have."

Later that very same day, when the sun had begun to set over Winterfell, casting long shadows across the castle grounds, you were sitting alone on a stone bench, your thoughts consumed by the hurtful encounter with Lady Alysanne. You had been lost in your own misery when Cregan approached, his expression filled with concern.

"Princess, I heard about what happened with Lady Alysanne," Cregan began, his voice gentle. "I wanted to make sure you're all right."

Your heart ached at the sound of his voice, but you tried to ignore him, focusing on the setting sun instead. You couldn't bear to look at him, not now, not after everything that had transpired.

Cregan, undeterred by your silence, took a step closer, "Please, let me explain."

Your emotions, raw and uncontainable, finally burst forth. You turned to face him, eyes filled with tears, and voice trembling with pain.

"Explain? You don't deserve to give me an explanation now, Cregan. Not after all that has happened between us."

Cregan's expression was one of genuine regret as he reached out to touch your arm, "Listen, please, just hear me out."

You couldn't bear to listen any longer. The words that had been building up inside you for so long spilled out in a rush.

"You should have told me, Cregan. You should have told me that you were promised to another, that you could never belong to me. You should have told me before you kissed me under the stars, before you spun me around in gilded ballrooms. Before you made me hope for something that wasn't real."

Tears streamed down your face, and your voice broke as you continued.

"I hate you, Cregan."

For a moment, there was silence between the two of you, the weight of your words hanging heavily in the air. Cregan's face showed a mix of pain and sadness, but he said nothing in response. You yearned for him to tell you that you were wrong. To tell you that you didn't hate him and that he certainly did not hate you and that he would be yours after all.

He opened his mouth but no words came out.

I love you.

The words were just on the tip of his tongue but he could not force them out. He could not be selfish enough to give you hope when he was bound by duty.

There never lived a Stark who broke an oath.

That was what Cregan's father had always told him, and he wasn't about to be the first stark to do so. And so Cregan chose to remain silent and eventually, he walked away, leaving you surrounded by the shards of your broken heart. Your hands came up to muffle the broken sobs that escaped your lips and the tears that streaked down your face were a testimony to your lie. You could claim to hate him all you want but one did not mourn this much for someone they hated.

You left the very next morning, after a hasty goodbye to the few people you had gotten to know during your stay at Winterfell and with a heavy heart, you directed your dragon toward your true home. You didn't think you could bear to watch him marry Lady Alysanne and it was better for you to leave now with at least some of your dignity intact.

~ I hate you and I mean it.

Several years had passed since the painful encounter with Cregan in the gardens of Winterfell. In the intervening years, much had changed. Your mother had taken the throne after the passing of your grandfather, King Viserys and you had been named her official heir. When news of a great war in the North reached the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, Rhaenyra Targaryen, she saw an opportunity to strengthen her alliances and sent her two eldest children, you and Jace, to aid House Stark in the battle, accompanied by their dragons.

With the might of dragons at your side, the two of you made quick work of the war, helping to secure a decisive victory for the Starks. The sight of dragons soaring through the northern skies struck fear into the hearts of their enemies, and soon, the war was won.

In celebration of their triumph, House Stark held a grand feast in honour of the Targaryen siblings. The Great Hall of Winterfell was adorned with banners, and tables groaned under the weight of a sumptuous feast. Nobles from across the North had gathered to pay their respects to the Dragonriders.

You couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of emotions as you walked the familiar halls of Winterfell once more. The memories of your time here, both the joyful moments and the painful ones, flooded back to you. You had changed so much since then, and the scars of the past had faded but not entirely disappeared.

As you and Jace were introduced to the Northern lords and ladies, the atmosphere was one of jubilation and gratitude. The Starks were effusive in their praise, grateful for the Targaryens' aid in securing their victory.

You couldn't help but notice that Cregan was among those present, his gaze fixed on you. There was a tension in the air, a silent acknowledgment of the past and the wounds that still lingered. You had returned to Winterfell as a powerful figure, a dragon rider and an heir to the throne, but the history between you and Cregan remained.

The feast was a boisterous affair, with music and revelry filling the Great Hall. You watched as Cregan hovered about his wife almost constantly, his hand gentle on her protruding abdomen as he guided her about the room.

As the feast at Winterfell continued, your shock deepened when you noticed a young boy running towards Cregan with gleeful abandon. The boy called out, "Father!" with pure excitement, and Cregan, with a warm smile, hoisted the child onto his shoulders. They paraded around the room, making their way through the nobles who cheered and greeted them.

You watched in disbelief as Cregan introduced the boy to the gathered lords and ladies, his paternal pride evident in every gesture. The sight of Cregan with the child sent a pang of bitterness and resentment through you. You knew that Cregan's marriage to Lady Alysanne had likely produced offspring, but seeing it firsthand was a painful reminder of what could never be between the two of you.

Finally, the little boy and Cregan reached you and Jace. The child's dark, pale freckled skin and dark curls were identical to Alysanne's, but it was his eyes that caught your attention. They were the very same stormy grey eyes that you had noticed on Cregan the first time you had met him.

Cregan introduced the boy with a proud smile.

"This is my son, Rickon."

Cregan caught your eye and you caught a brief flash of regret pass through him before he schooled his expression into a pleasant grin. He turned back to his son, his face softening entirely as he gazed at him with adoration so tender that it speared right through your heart.

I hate you, Cregen Stark. I hate you for finding happiness without me. I hate you for not fighting for me. I hate you for your stupid oaths and your stupid loyalties. I hate you.

You were wise enough to keep your angry thoughts to yourself, but for the first time in your life, you found that you actually meant them. perhaps that made you a cruel and callous monster but you did not care. You hated Cregan Stark more than anything else and wondered, not for the first time, if you should have advised your mother against sending you to help out in the war. Still, you were your mother's daughter and if there was one person you loved with your entire heart, it was her. If helping the Starks win their war secured their support for your mother, then you would bury your heavy heart and do it for her.

As the evening wore on, you found it increasingly difficult to focus on the festivities. The bitter taste of jealousy and regret lingered in your mouth, a constant reminder of the life that could have been but was now forever out of reach. Whatever Cregan thought of Alysanne, it was clear that he loved their children and very soon there would be even more to cherish if Alysanne's laboured breaths and swollen belly said anything. You couldn't escape the feeling that you were a stranger in a place that had once held such significance in your life. The years had changed you, and Winterfell had changed as well. There was no longer any room for you and you couldn't wait to return home.

A/N: reblog and comment please, it really motivates me and I love reading yalls thoughts <3

#cregan stark #cregan x reader #cregan x you #cregan x y/n #cregan fanfiction #house of the dragon fanfic #jacaerys targaryen #hotd #hbo house of the dragon #cregan stark x reader #house of the dragon #house targaryen #house of the dragon headcanon #house of the dragon aemond #rhaenyra targaryen #hotd headcanon #hotd fanfic #hotd x reader #icarus ignite writes

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darylandbethfanforever9 · 3 months

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HOTD Season 2 Spoilers:

These are apparent spoilers and I hope this does happen.

1. So, apparently and hopefully we’ll see Team Green doing some serious PR damage to the blacks, with an episode showing septons and septas decrying Rhaenyra as a cruel queen for the murder of Jaehaerys.

2. Rhaenyra and Daemon’s marriage becomes estranged, after B&C and Rhaenyra is reportedly horrified while Jacaerys supposedly disowns Daemon and Rhaena secretly writes a letter to the greens, expressing remorse.

3. Aegon promises Helaena that Jaehaerys will be avenged and Aemond tells Aegon that he will die trying to kill Daemon. Aegon tells Aemond that it wasn’t his fault and Alicent forgives Aemond.

4. Rhaenys is killed and Baela is utterly useless at helping her grandmother, and forced to flee when Dreamfyre supposedly nearly kills her.

5. The Whents ally with the Greens and Alyssane Blackwood is maimed, while Sabitha Frey is killed.

6. Alys is foreshadowed and Jacaerys has a nightmare about drowning in the Gullet

7. Helaena confronts Rhaenyra and Rhaenyra starts losing support among the small folk and her own allies.

8. Cregan Stark struggles to drum up support for the blacks.

9. Aegon tells the statue of Viserys that the war is of his own making and desecrates his statue.

10. Alicent meets the Shepherd.

11. House Velaryon rebel against Rhaenyra and High Tide and Driftmark are sacked.

Honestly I hope this happens, but I’m not holding my breath. But god, I want to see vengeful queen Helaena, war criminal Aemond and vengeful Aegon.

#hotd spoilers #team green #anti team black

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ride-thedragon · 2 months

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DAY 4: THE THREE DRAGONS OF THE DANCE

Final Girls: Favourite Rarepair.

BAELA TARGARYEN

Baela Targaryen X Trystane Truefyre

Baela Targaryen x Alyssane Blackwood

NETTLES THE DRAGONSEED

Nettles X Helaena Targaryen

Nettles x Ulf the White

RHAENA TARGARYEN

Rhaena Targaryen x Addam Velayron

Rhaena Targaryen x Floris Baratheon

That's my contribution for now. Some of these deserve expanding, however, so a few short fics might drop.

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carnivorousladybug · 8 months

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HOTD Inktober

Hey guys, I am planning to draw some halloween inspired art for our favorite HOTD characters. Keep in mind, I'm a busy college student so I might not finish all these by Halloween — I might not even complete the list at all — but I'll try to draw for as many days as I can and drag the challenge out into November to give me more time. This is my first time participating in Inktober and I'm soooo excited 😁

Here is what I have currently planned (subject to change):

All Hail the Pumpkin King: Aegon as Jack Skellington

Down the Rabbit Hole: Helaena as Alice in Wonderland

Hellfire: Aemond and his son as Frollo and Baby Quasimodo from The Hunchback of Notre Dame

Stitches: Alicent as Sally the Ragdoll

Black is Such A Happy Color: Rhaenyra and Daemon as Morticia and Gomez Addams

Nyctophilia: Aemond as an Edgy!Biker

Nevermore: Jace and Baela as Nevermore Academy students

"Why So Serious?": Daemon as the Joker.

Psycho: Young Rhaenyra as Harley Quinn

Something Wicked This Way Comes: Hogwarts AU? Witchy vibes? We shall see.

Little Mermaid: Alicent as Dark!Ariel

Murder House: for some reason I want to see Aegon as Tate Langdon

Dead Men Tell No Tales: Aemond as a Dark!Pirate

Freak Show: I'm thinking something with Helaena and her twins...

The Overlook Hotel: Baela and Rhaena as the twins from The Shining

Hawkins, Indiana circa 1983: Stranger Things AU

"I, myself, am strange and unusual" : Aegon as Beetlejuice and Helaena as Lydia

Til Death Do Us Part: Helaena as Corpse Bride

The Count: Aemond as Dracula

"Nothing here is vegetarian": Daemon as Hannibal Lecter

Mystery Incorporated: Alicent as Daphne Blake

Ice Cold: Rhaenyra as Jadis from Narnia

Haunted Mansion AU

The Phantom of the Opera: Viserys and Alicent as the Phantom and Christine

“I am malicious because I am miserable. Am I not shunned and hated by all mankind?”: Aemond as Frankenstein's monster

Underworld: Aemond as Charon, the Ferryman of the Dead, or Daemon as Hades.

Barbenheimer: this is going to be a piece for the 3rd generation characters...

Dia de los Muertos: Alicent and Rhaenyra as sugar skulls

221B Baker St: Jace and Luke as Sherlock and John.

Voodoo: I want to see Aemond as Dr. Facilier from The Princess and the Frog

The Headless Horseman: Criston as a headless horseman.

Some additional ideas that I might use as backups for inspiration:

— Zombie!Lucerys

— Helaena as Dark!Sleeping Beauty

— Alicent as Ophelia from Hamlet

— American Midwest Gothic AU of Alicent and her kids (they have the vibes, am I right or am I right?)

— Alicent and Aemond as Norma and Norman Bates

— Aemond as Michael Myers

— Tale As Old As Time: Aemond as The Beast

(Can you tell I love drawing Aemond and Alicent?)

I also want to draw Alys as Malificent, Esmeralda (Hunchback of Notre Dame), Jennifer (Jennifer's body), or Bellatrix Lestrange (and also a spooky drawing of her summoning Ghost!Aemond) but it's gonna be hard because we don't know how Gayle Rankin is gonna look in her Alys getup and how her vibes are going to be on screen. So I suppose I'll just have to postpone all my art ideas for her til next Halloween. This goes for Cregan Stark, Gwayne Hightower, and Alyssane Blackwood too. (Ugh, I have a spooky idea for Cregan that goes something along the lines of "there's something lurking under the ice".)

#house of the dragon #inktober #halloween art #hotd art #hotd fanart #alicent hightower #aemond targaryen #aegon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #art challenge

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asherbakugou · 7 months

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Baelon Targaryen

- Heir to Dragonstone

- Rider of Morghul, the Serpent King

- Husband of Lucerys and Khalysi

- Bonded to Leif, the Direwolf

- Sworn Shield is Theon Snow

Aemon Targaryen

- Heir to the Embar Glass Isles

- Rider if Shrykos, the Golden Vengeance

- Betrothed to Princess Nehemia Martell of Dorne

- Bonded to Ragnar, the Direwolf

- Sword Shield is Dorian

Cregan Stark

- Heir to Winterfell

- Rider of Vermithor, the Bronze Fury

- Betrothed to Alyssane Blackwood

- Bonded to Eyre, the Direwolf

- Sword Shield is Kaltan Karstark

Jacaerys Velaryon

- Heir to Crackclaw Point

- Rider of Vermax, the Ill-Tempered

- Betrothed to Anaerys Celtigar

- Bonded to Gael, the Direwolf

- Sword Shield is Addam Hull

Lucerys Velaryon

- Heir to Driftmark

- Rider of Arrax, the Gentle

- Husband of Baelon and Khalysi

- Bonded to Tyr, the Direwolf

- Sword Shield is Alyn Hull

Khalysi Targaryen

- Rider of Silverwing, the Silver Queen

- Wife of Lucerys and Baelon, her older brothers

- Royal Bowmaster of Dragonstone

- Bonded to Glacier, the Direwolf

- Sworn Shield is Harwin Strong

Jon Stark

- Heir to Greywater Watch

- Rider of Tyraxes, the Bronze King

- Husband of Arya Stark

- Bonded to Ae, the Direwolf

- Sworn Shield is Ser Joffrey

Arya Stark

- Heiress to Greywater Watch

- Rider of Tessarion, the Blue Queen

- Wife of Jon Stark

- Bonded to Gevives, the Direwolf

- Sword Shield is Red Priestess Kinvar

Corryn Velaryon

- Heir to Corlys' Fleet

- Rider of Tyvaros, the Sea Serpent

- Betrothed to Aemma Targaryen

- Bonded to Aalto, the Direwolf

- Sworn Shield is Daemion Velaryon

Rhaenor Velaryon

- Heir to Vaemonds Fleet

- Rider of Meraxes, the Silent

- Betrothed to Alyssa Targaryen

- Bonded to Mother, the Direwolf

- Sworn Shield is Daeron Velaryon

Benjen Stark

- Heir to Moat Cailin

- Rider of Grey Ghost, the Wild

- Betrothed to Saerys Targaryen

- Bonded to Lyka, the Direwolf

- Sworn Shield is Brandon Stark

Saerys Targaryen

- Heiress to Moat Cailin

- Rider of Cloudjumper, the Graceful

- Betrothed to Benjen Stark

- Bonded to Wolfwalker, the Direwolf

- Sworn Shield is Jasper Redfort

Aemma Targaryen

- Rider of Āeksion, the Golden Lady

- Betrothed to Corryn Velaryon

- Bonded to Gēlenka, the Direwolf

- Sworn Shield is Michael Mertyns

Alyssa Targaryen

- Rider of Ānogar, the Blood King

- Betrothed to Rhaenor Velaryon

- Bonded to Īby, the Direwolf

- Sworn Shield is Samwell Blackwood

Visenya Targaryen

- Heiress to Nyis Keep

- Rider of Moondancer, Vhagar Reborn

- Bonded to Vhagar, the Direwolf

- Sworn Shield is Marilda of Hull

Rhaena Targaryen

- Heiress to Sea Dragon Castle

- Rider of Morning, the Beautiful

- Bonded to Dreamfyre, the Direwolf

- Sworn Shield is Nettles, the Dragonseed

#house of the dragon #jacaerys velaryon #joffrey velaryon #lucerys velaryon #cregan stark #original character #vermithor #silverwing #vermax #arrax #tyraxes #tessarion #grey ghost #dragon oc #harwin strong

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lemonhemlock · 1 year

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If Jaehaerys was truly named for reputation reasons, I wonder why Jaehaera wasn't named Alysanne. In general, I wonder why none of the Targaryens of later generations used the name of the most popular queen.

That's a good question! I think it was done mainly to avoid repetition. George previously included an Alyssa Velaryon, an Alyssane Targaryen and a further Alyssa as her daughter. He also named contemporaries Alicent Hightower, Alys Rivers and Alysanne Blackwood. Perhaps he thought a further Alice-variant would be too much.

For the latter part of Targaryen history, I suspect that he wanted Rhaenys to be the most productive namesake with all the Rhae-derived names in the family tree.

Twins with similar names are not unheard-of in his story either: Erryk & Arryk Cargyll come to mind, as do Aelor & Aelora Targaryen.

#ask #anon #jaehaera targaryen #name lore

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daluazz · 3 years

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Lord Cregan Stark (top) was part of the Blacks during the Dance of the Dragons and he had three wives: Lady Arra Norrey (bottom), Lady Alyssane Blackwood (aka Black Aly) (left) and Lady Lynara Stark (right).

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thesevenkingdomschroniclesrol · 3 years

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Benjicot nació en el 118 D.C. Desde pequeño se mostró hábil con el manejo de la espada, resaltando por ser un combatiente feroz desde muy temprana edad.

A pesar de que por dichas habilidades se hubiese esperado encontrar en él a alguien intrépido y extrovertido, creció como un muchacho tímido y de modales recatados, que no dejaba ver sus emociones con facilidad a los demás.

Benjicot se convirtió en Señor de Árbol de los Cuervos con solo once años a comienzos de la la Danza de los Dragones cuando su padre, Lord Samwell Blackwood, fue asesinado por Ser Amos Bracken en combate singular durante la Batalla de Molino Quemado.

Sin haber tiempo para buscar regentes, Ben tomó control de las tropas de los Blackwood y marchó a la guerra.

Participó en la Batalla de la orilla del lago donde, aunque los hombres del Norte y de las Tierras de los Ríos derrotaron a los de las Tierras del Oeste, tal fue el precio que Ben lloró al ver las pilas de cadáveres.

Cuando el príncipe Aemond Targaryen devastó las Tierras de los Ríos a lomos de Vhagar, Lord Benjicot reclamó la ayuda de Rhaenyra para proteger a los señores ribereños con sus dragones, pero ésta no respondió a su llamada.

Aquello le enseñó a temprana edad bastante lecciones, entre ellas lo devastador que resultan las guerras para un Reino.

Ben fue uno de los señores ribereños que acudieron a la llamada de Addam Velaryon para marchar junto a él sobre Ladera.

Durante la batalla que allí aconteció comandó el centro del ejército y fue testigo del enfrentamiento entre los dragones Vermithor, Bruma y Tessarion.

Cuando acabó la batalla ordenó a uno de sus arqueros, Billy Burley, rematar al dragón Tessarion, que agonizaba de dolor.

Cuando regresó a casa se llevó el cadáver de Addam Velaryon, que enterró en Árbol de los Cuervos, esto como un gesto de admiración por quien fue el héroe de Ladera, pues Ben consideró a Addam un hombre que demostró honor y lealtad hasta el final, entrando en combate con Bruma a sabiendas que moriría.

A finales de la guerra, y en respuesta a la decisión de Aegon II Targaryen de castigar a los señores que no le habían jurado lealtad, Lord Blackwood unió sus fuerzas a las de Lord Elmo Tully para participar en la Batalla del Camino Real.

Los ribereños encabezados por Benjicot salieron entre los árboles, destruyendo el flanco del ejército de Lord Borros Baratheon, mientras su Tía Alysanne comandaba a los arqueros.

Logró dispersar a los tormenteños y conseguir la victoria, ganándose el apodo de Ben el Sangriento.

Lord Blackwood y sus compañeros marcharon posteriormente a Desembarco del Rey para asediar la ciudad, pero antes de siquiera llegar el rey Aegon II fue traicionado y asesinado por sus hombres.

Se dice que Ben y su tía Aly quedaron desazonados al enterarse de la muerte del rey, ya que consideraban el veneno un arma de cobardes y sin honor.

Benjicot Blackwood, Lord Kermit Tully y su hermano Ser Oscar, ligados por la batalla, se hicieron inseparables y se empezó a conocerlos como los Muchachos, pero luego Oscar partiría a Essos.

Ben permaneció en Desembarco del Rey mientras tenía lugar la coronación de Aegon III Targaryen y se conformaba el consejo de regentes.

Cuando regresó junto a su tía a Árbol de los Cuervos, fueron escoltados por mil norteños que habían llegado al sur junto a Lord Cregan Stark, ya que su tía Alyssane se había comprometido en matrimonio con Lord Cregan durante su estadía en Desembarco del Rey.

En 132 d.C., Benjicot marchó hacia Invernalia para asistir a la boda de su tía Alysanne con Lord Cregan Stark. Como era pleno invierno, el viaje duró el triple de lo previsto, sufriendo ataques de forajidos que robaron todos los regalos de boda.

A pesar de ello, cuando llegó las celebraciones fueron hermosas y se llevó un hermoso recuerdo del Norte.

En la actualidad, Benjicot se encuentra ensimismado en sus problemas personales ya que considera una ofensa que su amigo Kermit se vaya a casar con una Bracken y está presto a convencerlo de qué se case con su prima, a quien él considera un mejor partido para un hombre como él.

#Benjicot Blackwood

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madefantasy · 4 years

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— 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔧𝔬𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔞 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔨

the courts offer bread and salt to JOANNA of HOUSE STARK. many say that the THREE-AND-TWENTY year old PRINCESS of WINTERFELL is known to be KINDHEARTED and COURAGEOUS though ill tongues whisper that SHE is IMPULSIVE and HEADSTRONG. when her name is uttered , one is reminded of a slip of a girl running about the keep, hair loose & wild from a day’s ride ; a light, slender blade, pale as milkglass, tucked inside a ceder wood trunk ; piles of books cluttered in the corner of her chamber, bearing tales of adventure ; the maw of a she-wolf drawn wide open, revealing sharp teeth and a sharper tongue ; and full, wine red lips curled into a wicked smile. may she be blessed and protected in this war of crowns. ( fc: medalion rahimi )

stats / musing tag / headcannons

among the smallfolk of the north, the true north, there goes a saying “ it takes a village to raise a child ” — one that holds true for all, including princess joanna. jo was born in the great seat of the north, winterfell, raised by her father’s unwavering sense of honor & by her mother’s grace, by the laundresses that kept her idle hands busy & the cooks that snuck sweets in the pockets of her pinafores, by the grand maester of winterfell & the master at arms that taught her how to use a short (wooden) sword, and by the small army of her siblings & the thick brush of forest they spent hours playing in.

in truth, much of joanna’s adolescence was spent with her falling into some scheme or another, where in which she has tried to pinpoint just exactly how much she could get away with. leaving at dawn and riding around wintertown until twilight was a minimal offense but strolling into state dinners late with muddy skirts and tousled hair would land her with dirty looks and a stern scolding. openly sneaking out of the keep disguised as a boy wasn’t worth the trouble, so she did it in secret. the worst trouble she’d ever gotten into was when she took a dagger and cut her long, thick black tresses just below her ears (the day before her sixteenth name-day no less) simply because she could.

rebellion was simply jo’s nature. the moment something was forbidden to her it then became her heart’s desire. her father always said that her impulsiveness would get her killed. but strange as it was, jo was at peace with that. better to live life than cower from it, she thought.

random headcanons

she’s half dornish (her mother is a martell) and she spent a good chunk of her childhood visiting her cousins in sunspear and at the water gardens near the coast

fairly skilled with both a bow & longsword AND loves pretty dresses and dancing. joanna stark contains multitudes babey!

speaking of swords, jo has had her eye on one of the valeryian steel swords that house stark has ( as of right now, they have three - longclaw, and the two swords taken back from house lannister & reforged to fit the stark #aesthetic better ) and has probably been asking her father for one since her tenth nameday

literally all she wants is to stay in winterfell & be near her family, she’s really not down for the whole political marriage thing and is actively trying to put it off for as long as possible

which is why probably has abt three failed betrothals under her belt as of rn

(it’s bc she’s annoying and drives them all off)

and also bc she’s lowkey a lil bit of a romantic

nope thats wrong she’s HIGHKEY a romantic

don’t tell anyone tho

her direwolf is named black aly ( named after alyssane blackwood ) and yes aly goes just about everywhere jo goes. much to the chagrin of literally everyone in the palace.

jo snorts when she laughs

i doubt most people close to her call her by her full name (she’s much more used to being called jo) and she’s probably a little surprised whenever she hears it and just kinda *snaps* into princess mode when she hears it

tbh jo is a little self conscious about not being like other nobel ladies ( her sister in particular - wc ) and sometimes wishes that she could just fit

is really great w kids and has fun aunt vibes!

can and will take all of her nieces and nephews on adventures to explore the north, especially without their parents knowing

probably either 1) riding her horse, lady 2) training with winterfell’s master at arms 3) hanging out w with her family 4) sneaking out of the castle to go on *adventures* 5) reading bc it’s too cold to do anything else

is very much into history & loves spending her time reading books abt it

not so much into politics? she’s a very honest (read:blunt) person and has trouble trusting people who play “the game”

she just thinks they’re inherently dishonest and who lies jo is just very >:( at that

she is like. highkey a “true northern” seperatist. like that’s her one main political belief

character inspirations : lyanna stark (i mean, duh), juliet capulet, alyssanne “black aly” blackwood, seara targaryen, arya stark, eowyn, shieldmaiden of rohan.

#broken.intro #♛ musings — (joanna)

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wepurge-rpg · 3 years

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porque es mucho más coherente usar a Alyssane Blackwood para follirolear con el isleño que es admin verdad? EQUIS DE. Estan tirando mierda a uno por usar el canon para lo mismo que lo usas tu // En eso tienen razón, sin duda, Rell encantado que Alysanne sea su puta. Por cierto, ese mismo anda abriendo tramas en zonas que no son de su control y si avisar, pero como es admin (:

Me perdieron.

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ride-thedragon · 1 month

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r.e: the pledge to ennoble the dragonseeds and granting them lands/keeps — where do you think they would be settled once rhaenyra won her throne?

Thx moot.

I do think they landed themselves in a strange predicament if all had gone well after they took back King's Landing.

For one, Jace is dead. He's the one who trains them and makes the promise so their closest link to the dragonseeds loyalty is cut off essentially.

Addam and Alyn are Corlys' heir and spare, so whatever happens with them is his concern. As lords, they don't need keeps or marriages from the Queen, nor would Corlys. Addam and Baela or Rhaena and Alyn with one of the Lannister girls or Baratheon girls are probably the best options.

That leaves Nettles, Ulf and Hugh.

With the boys, Daemon's plan was a good idea. Marry them into the houses Rosby and Stokeworth. I think on a larger scale, one to say house Baratheon as Cassandra is heir and one to House Blackwood through Alyssane would be good to. Because they are boys, they can get their own lands and be married to noble women similarly in enemy territory, though not as big.

They are knights, marriages in any regard would be noble enough to give claim to their kids and close enough allies to house Targaryen.

Nettles, on the other hand, is a woman. They can offer her a keep, but I think marriage would be necessary for her. Because she has a dragon, a marriage to a big house can be in the cards for her. They tend not to allow dragon riding women to marry in lesser houses. She could marry a high lord or lesser one as long as they were loyal to Rhaenyra, probably.

If Daemon does what he does and gets close to her, it'll be conflict. House Rully has spare sons, and we're loyal. House Stark has cregan and a lot of conflict that a dragon could ease under the guise of "the crown's help."

Dalton Greyjoy

Of all the dragonseeds, she's the most likely to be treated like livestock. In the best case scenario, they give her the land but still marry her off. The worst case is them trading her. Or making her marry one of the greens for the sake of peace after the war. Daeron, Gwayne, or someone less but still alive?

This is not a nice world. We never know if its what Nettles wants, but Ulf and Hugh and their little treason seem like the type to be honoured by it and then still do treason later on.

Overall

Nettles: Bride to some Lord as a prize for loyalty. Maybe lands but it would be easier to find some high lord to get land through

Ulf: Lands, Titles, Noble bride

Hugh: Lands, Titles, Noble bride

Addam and Alyn: Knighted, Heirs to house Velayron.

#hotd #house of the dragon #the dragonseeds #dragonseed #dance of the dragons #the dance of the dragons #ulf the white #nettles #nettles asoiaf #netty #hugh hammer #alyn velaryon #addam velaryon #this was fun

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