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onthesandsofdreams · 2 years

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Brandon

Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire Pairing: Rickard Stark x Rhaella Targaryen Rating: T Summary: She wants this babe, so badly. A child born of the love that she and Rickard share. Perhaps a boy first, girls can come later. A Stark son to follow on his father's footsteps. And she hopes this firstborn will take after the Starks in looks. Oh, she knows that no one would dare call her child a bastard should they be born with the Targaryen look, but she feels like Rickard's firstborn son should look like his father. Words: 1243 Notes: Non Explicit Childbirth Prompt(s): 21.- “I Never Said That” from @fictober-event

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Rhaella's pregnancy has her running to her good-mother and the maester with every roll of her stomach. Her questions are constant and her worry is visible.

"You are healthy, Princess. So long as you do not do overly strenuous activities, your babe should be fine." Says the maester.

"Do not be afraid, Rhaella." Marna tells her. "Everything you are going through, every woman before you has, and I promise that no matter what happens, I am here for you."

That however, does little to ease her mind.

She wants this babe, so badly. A child born of the love that she and Rickard share. Perhaps a boy first, girls can come later. A Stark son to follow on his father's footsteps. And she hopes this firstborn will take after the Starks in looks. Oh, she knows that no one would dare call her child a bastard should they be born with the Targaryen look, but she feels like Rickard's firstborn son should look like his father.

The maester recommends light exercise and more food than what she is used to. "You are feeding a babe, Princess."

So, she eats a bit more than what she normally does. Except anything that has some sort of gourd, her stomach does not tolerate them anymore. Whereas before she ate pumpkin pie, squash soup and roasted winter squash, now she could hardly stand the scent of anything gourd. But on the other side, she is ravenous for cauliflower and chicken. Marna gives her a knowing look, "When I was heavy with Rickard, I cold not stop eating duck, and I could not stand the look of radishes."

She finds it funny that now, Rickard's favorite meat is duck. Perhaps these cravings are the babe already telling their mothers their preference.

And she has nothing but praise for Rickard.

She knows that she is lucky that she has a husband with whom she was able to build a good foundation for love. That their friendship came first, that they had years to know one another, that she could grow to be a woman under the care of Marna. That she slowly fell in love with a man such as Rickard, who - unlike some other men, she's sure - has never bragged about him marrying her. And when he does, he heaps praise on things about her.

Oh yes, he does like her Targaryen looks, but he always is quick to point out that she is smart and how fine her needle work is. How she has taken to the residents of Winterfell and Winter Town. How she worries about the people she is the lady of. And now, as she is slowly growing their first born, she sees another face of Rickard that she loves even more.

She sees him vulnerable and emotional. She has caught him many times simply gazing at her, his eyes soft and tender. Sometimes, he even walks behind her, wraps his arms around her and places two gentle hands on her stomach. Not to mention the many, many times when they are lying in bed and he lowers himself until he is face to face with her small bump and he speaks, "Hello my child. I am your father, and I am already so very proud of you." Or, "Are you being kind to your lady mother? You should be, child."

And she loves him for it. She loves how attentive he is, always there to help her up of her chair, to fetch her more food if she is hungry, to bring her winter roses so she can have something sweet to smell.

Her heart and love swell at the same rate her stomach does.

Soon enough, she starts to feel the kicks and rolls her babe does. The maester and Marna reassure her that is a good sign and to take it easy. That is when Rickard grows even more protective, he barely leave her out of his sight and when he has to be away from Winterfell, he always makes sure his mother and her ladies are always near.

She tolerates it with good humor, not every husband is the same.

Once, when they laid down in bed and Rickard had his hand atop her belly, softly speaking to the child, he said, "I can't wait to meet you, my boy."

"Ah hah," she laughed. "I knew you wanted a boy."

"I never said that," Rickard says with a laugh. "It's just a hunch, or call it what you will, but I feel like this babe here is a boy. What do you think, my love?"

She is silent for a while, thinking. "I think it's a boy." She finally says. "Lyra says that I am carrying low, that it's a boy."

"Well, maybe we should think boy names. I trust the she-bear and your own intuition. And you say we're likely having a boy, then a boy we'll have."

She bites her lip, "Would you be disappointed with a girl?"

"Never!" Rickard grows serious. "My mother would never forgive me, nor would I forgive myself that after all of this and the battle that is the childbed, you gave me a healthy daughter and that I should complain. Be at ease, my love. Boy, girl, whatever this child is, he or she is welcomed and very loved."

Her vision blurs with tears. "I know, but..."

"Most men would demand a son, I know. But, any child you give me will find me a loving father."

"Thank you," she whispers.

And time flies, her stomach grows until the maester orders her bedrest. "The child will come any day, my Princess."

Her ladies never leave her whenever Rickard is away, or even Marna is there. Edwyle is supportive in his own, quiet way. Until, one night in the middle of a snowstorm, she bolts upright, "Rickard, I think I'm in labor."

Rickard's eyes grow wide and all but bolts for the midwife and maester. He returns and takes his place at her side, holding her hand as she labors through most of the night. She screams and cries, but she keeps reminding herself that she will have a babe at the end of this pain and suffering.

She is thankful for Rickard, who holds her hand and wipes the sweat away with damp towels. He has also requested for roses and lavender to be thrown on the roaring fire to sweeten the air. That is a blessing for her, for the scent of blood and birth fluids is not something she cares for.

And then, with one strong push, the wail of a babe comes. Loud and strong, and she holds her breath.

The maester quickly cleans and inspects the babe. "A healthy son, my Lord, my Princess."

Only then does she allow herself to weep. A healthy son! She tries to push herself up so she can see her boy, but Rickard gently pushes her back to the bed and they wait for the maester to give the boy to her. When he finally does, she cradles her baby and weeps. "Welcome home, my love."

To her side, Rickard has tears too. "A boy," he whispers. "We have a son, my she-dragon. What will you name him?"

She looks at the baby, the hint of hair is brown, but his eyes are hers. She feels her heart grow with love even more. And she knows, "His name is Brandon. Brandon Stark."

#fictober22 #rickard x rhaella #rhaella x rickard #rhaella targaryen #rickard stark #marna locke #asoiaf fic #asoiaf #au: canon divergence #established relationship #the rhaella stark chronicles

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15-lizards · 6 months

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I’ve been doing some reading into past ladies of winter fell (marna locke my beloved) and we know that Catlyn brought the riverland romantic swag to the north when she married— what do you think the fashion looked like under different ladies?. Even northern brides would have brought accessories from their maiden house, along with their personal style, to the starks.

Hmm yeah

Brides from the really high north (like approaching Umber territory) have a habit of covering everything except their faces due to the cold, so they often bring a very stoic, hard, stern vibe as well as clothing that is very covering. But you know they still have their pride so bejeweled/embroidered gowns and headpieces are still there, but with more muted colors probably

Lower northern/white harbor brides are more in touch with a Faith of The Seven oriented culture, so they wear a million times more accessories (especially if they’re from white harbor) lots and lots of jewels and pearls imported from the south and Essos for their wedding presents, so they become the envy/mockery of winterfell.

Mormont women, as always, bring a very wild and untamable vibe to the party. They frequently wear their bow down in youthful braids and often refuse to pin it up. Bear fur cloaks and hats that they probably skinned themselves. Rough clothing that is more practical for hunting and riding than it is for feasts and balls.

Blackwoods classic goths to Me. Everyone else in winterfell is wearing greys and browns and the blackwood brides roll up in what could be mourning clothes as casual wear they all have an affinity for black for some reason. Just cool gothic “I read about arcane magic in my free time” vibes all around. Some sick ass bitches

#asoiaf #asoiaf hair and clothing

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botnasty · 2 years

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Part One: Prologue

Pairing: Divorce Lawyer!Ari Levinson X Married!Reader, Husband!Ransom X Wife!Reader

Summary: After years of misery, you finally decide to divorce your husband Ransom Drysdale, but unfortunately for the man is too proud to let you go. That’s when you met Ari Levinson, a divorce lawyer, with him you’ll finally be free of pain... right?

Words: 2.7K

Warning: ANGST, cheating, mention of cheating, mention of death, mention of psychological abuse, mention of abuse, divorce, hurt/comfort, beefy!Ari Levinson, size difference, size kink, mention of sex,

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You were doing it. You were finally doing it. After years of being miserable, of being a shell of who you used to be, you were breaking off the chain that Ransom placed around you with that ring.

Before him, you loved life. You were living it at his fullest. Your friends, Marna and Sam, and you used to do all sorts of things together. You would go on hikes, try new cafe places after class and before going to your shared apartment, but what you liked the most was visiting the museum of Fine Art. you went once with your mother when you were a child and it had become immediately your favorite place. “It’s like you’re in a completely different world. Like the paintings were making you travel all around the world.” Is what your mother kept saying when describing how you were in that place, and she wasn’t wrong. It's what made you decide to study the history of art in college. It’s also where you met Ransom, which is why you haven’t been there in years. The place was now tainted with his memories.

You loved Ransom, you really did. You thought you would’ve grown old with him and have a few kids, but after the marriage, it’s like he became a whole new man. Gone was the Ransom that called you Bunny, cuddled you to sleep and made love to you. Now he has become bitter, always angry at the world and you. Like every single inconvenience was because of you when all you wanted was to show him love. He made you stop going to school, stopped you from seeing your friends saying ‘they were a bad influence’ and just kept you almost locked in his mansion.

Slowly but surely, you became a shell of who you were. You were now constantly on your toes around him, trying not to anger him and always watching what you were saying. If you spoke a little too loud, he would scream. If not loud enough, he would also scream. You couldn’t express yourself anymore.

Everything had faded. Every time you shoved love for something you were shamed, humiliated. All the emotions you felt were tossed to the side. You were not yourself, you were a doll for Ransom to toss everywhere and mold how he wanted.

What made you decide to finally break it all off was when you found out he had cheated on you for the fourth time in your own marital bed. Before it was just mark of lips on his clothes, parfum, the whole cliche thing, but now he had taken things a little too far.

You wish you were at her place, weren’t you?

Was what he said when you found the both of them, this girl on her hands and knees, back arching, as Ransom plowed into her from behind. Both were looking at you as they both continued. You just stared at them, not a feeling inside of you instead of shame for yourself. Shame for still being with this man after all he’s done to you.

You had just sighed and closed the door behind you, not a tear in your eyes. Nothing. But that shame inside of you is what made you decide to get a divorce, but you didn’t know when to do it.

When Ransom was found guilty of killing his grandfather, which wasn’t surprising to you, the world was smiling at you. This was the perfect time. Your way out. When the day came that Ransom went to prison, instead of going with him to say your goodbye, you came here.

Levinson’s Lawyer.

You were doing it. you were gonna be free.

You lightly tap your feet on the ground as the man in front of you named Ari Levinson, like what was written on the plate at the door, looked at your case. The man certainly didn’t look like a lawyer, with his long hair that stopped below his hair, his gruff beard and big very big build. The man was most likely twice your size and height. He was wearing a clean black tux with a white undershirt, slightly unbuttoned which made you able to see a little of his chest hair. The man seemed to be covered in hair everywhere. You saw him more as a lumberjack. You felt intimidated by him because you knew the man could probably crush you with one squeeze.

“So, I read here, Miss Drysdale, that you want to be divorced from Ransom Drysdale.” You cringed internally at the name he used. “Is that right?” The man looked at you with his blue eyes, his gaze a little too piercing to you so you looked down as you nodded. He went back to the paper. “And you don’t want anything that he owns which is a good thing. The man got some solid lawyers.”

You fidgeted with the wedding still on your fingers as you nodded once again. You knew very well he had powerful people by his side. He was Ransom Drysdale after all. The man came from old money and had people wanting to find dirt on him for years. “Yeah, I know that, Mr. Levinson, but we don't have a child together, we don’t have a shared account, don’t you think it could be easy?” You pleaded, your eyes finally finding his.

Ari signed and put the paper down. “Depends on the man, Miss. Drys–”

“Please, use my maiden name. I don’t want any association with that man. Please.”

Ari restarted, this time using your real name, making a little weight get off your shoulder. One step at the time. “We don’t know what he wants to do, right now. If the man wants to keep you, it could become messy, if he doesn’t then it would go smoothly.”

Ari put down the paper on his wooden desk and leaned. “But, let me tell you something, Miss. I hate abusers, so I’m gonna do everything in my power to make sure you never see the man again.” A sob escaped you.

Ari got up his chair and went around the desk. He crouched in front of you and took your hands in his. You gasped at how big they were compared to yours, at how warm and rough his skin was as he played with the wedding band. “Everything will go your way. I promise. You can even start to remove it already if you want.” He said, referring to your ring.

“Thank you, thank you so much.” You said in a sob and you threw yourself in his arms, his immediately enveloping you in a hug and pulling you closer to him. You were gonna be free and all thanks to this man.

For some odd reason, you believed him. You believed the man in front of you and that’s why you felt safe in his arms. After years of tenseness, you melted finally and that was with this man. Your eyes widen at the realization. You barely knew the guy.

Slowly, you let go of him and let him wipe your tears away and it took everything in you to keep a blank face. “Thank you again, Mister Levinson. ”You slowly got up and took your purse. “At what time would you be willing to go through the divorce paper?” Your hands were fidgeting inside your purse to look for your phone, you were now nervous around scared he would see through your act.

Ari looked baffled at you, at the immediate change of character, but went through with it. “This week, I’m fully booked, but I could leave you my phone number to call to schedule for next week?” Is all he asked, as he got up.

You went to give him your phone to get his number, when your eyes bulged out and all resolved went down, the man was way taller than you expected. He was probably taller than 6’5 and you didn’t know how to feel about that, one part of you got scared while the other part made your pussy gush from how big he was.

“You—“ Your voice cracked. “You can leave your number.” Ari took your phone from your hands, his finger brushing against making you inhale sharply.

As he typed on your phone, your eyes went to his muscle bulging with each move. You hated your brain at this moment for making you feel all sorts of things for this man you literally just met. Sure, he looked like a Greek god and wanted to help you, but he could also have dark intentions.

“There you go, sweetheart.” Now you are sure to remove your panties when you get home. The way he said sweetheart in his gruff voice is something literally out of a porno. your eyes widened as you looked at him smiling, like he knew what he did to you. “Call me if you need anything.”

“Tha- Thank you. I’ll call you next week.” You immediately shoved your phone in your purse and shuffled out, your eyes always avoiding his and with one thing in your mind: tonight was going to be a long night with your vibrator.

You quickly escape the building, your heels hitting the ground with a loud noise. ‘I need to get out’ are the words that keep on repeating themselves in your mind. Just constantly. You were confused. What had just happened to you? Never in your life have you instantly felt so attracted to somebody you barely knew and that scared you.

You felt watched the whole journey from Mr, Levinson’s office to down in the lobby and you hated that. Eyes, many eyes were starring at you and you stopped yourself from hiding with your purse. You felt like you were going insane, but the moment you stepped outside, everything made sense.

A horde of paparazzi was there, waiting for you to come out. “What in the fuck?” You whispered to yourself. “I can’t get out. I can’t.” If they saw you and took pictures of you, you were sure someone at the prison would tell Ransom and you couldn’t afford that.

Not now.

You jumped when your phone vibrated in your purse. Before all this, you used to always put your favorite song of the moment as a ringtone, but Ransom hated it and almost beat you up when it rang one day. So, to this day, it’s always on the silent mode.

You fetched inside your purse. Anxiety coursed through you when it was an unknown number, but you still answered. “Hello?” You cautiously said.

“Miss? It’s Ari.” Ari?

“I don’t recall giving you my phone number? And we just spoke, I don’t understand the meaning of this call.” You sounded harsh and professional, trying to make your body understand that what it was doing wasn’t good. Making you horny and wet for this man wasn’t something you wanted or needed right now.

“Take the door on the other side of the building.” Was all he said. “You can hide from the pictures there.”

You felt bad. The man only wanted to help you. “Thank you... I’m sorry. I’ll call you next week.”

You were about to end the call when Ari said your name. Not your family name. Your first name. Your ears couldn’t help but perk up at the sound. “I don’t know how those people found out you were here, but I’ll find the person and have a stern talk about client confidentiality.” Your breath was stuck inside you. Ari continued. “And you don’t have to excuse yourself. I know you must be in a hard situation at this moment.” You hummed in approval. “I’m here for you. Whenever.” With those last words, the call ended.

That week was the worst week of your life. Somehow people found out you had gone to a divorce lawyer and like people say: words traveled fast. Every day, you had been followed everywhere, you received calls from the news, journalists and from the one person you didn’t want to talk to: Ransom. Somehow, probably because a guard spilled it to him, he found out about it too and wasted his one phone call a day to you, but each time you refused it. Dreading to hear what he has to say.

You were tired, so tired. You had a feeling divorcing that man wouldn’t have been a joyful ride, but you didn’t think it would be hell.

Every day, you would wake up to a dream about that giant lawyer with sweat all over your body, your underwear fully drenched and a little bit of shame for dreaming about the stranger like that, but the moment you saw all the notifications on your phone, all that pleasure and good feeling from the dream would just drain out of your body and reality settled in.

Today was none different. You woke up with the dream still very vivid in your mind. His gruff voice telling you all the dirty things he wanted to do.

Look at you barely able to take my cock.

Such a sweet warm pussy, all mine.

You’re all mine aren’t you, sweetheart.

You bit your lips.

You really needed to get laid.

You sighed and got up the bed to go-on with your days. After a good shower to remove all the remnants of your wetness in between your legs and your skin-care routine, you went downstairs for your breakfast.

You looked outside to see the weather and sighed. “Will they ever leave me alone?” Paparazzi. Loads and loads of them waiting for you to get out of your house. You closed the curtains and continued your journey to the kitchen to continue your morning.

Just as the clock turned eleven. You decided it was finally time to call Ari for this meeting this week. As you pick up your phone, you cringe in the background. It was still a picture of you and Ransom on your second date when he kissed you on the cheek. Those were simpler times.

The phone rang in your ear. One, Two. Thr– “Hello?” His deep voice took you by surprise.

“Mr. Levinson. It’s me.” You told him your name. You shivered when you heard him repeat it to you. “You-” Your throat became tighter with nervousness. “You said to call for the appointment?”

You heard shuffling in the background. “I did, indeed. If you would be willing. I am going to lunch right now. If you would like, you could join me and we could talk ‘bout it?”

You nodded and you wanted to slap yourself because he clearly couldn’t see you. “Yes, just send me the address and I’ll be there shortly.”

You could hear the smile as he responded. “Good, I’ll be seeing you soon, Miss.” And the phone disconnected.

A few moments later, you jumped as your phone rang once again. “Why is Ari calling again?” You unlock your phone and answer the call. “Hello, Mr. Levison? Is there a problem with the divorce paper?” You looked at the floor curiously as to why he wasn’t answering. All you could hear was breathing and shuffling.

“Probably a butt dial.” You whispered.

“Oh no, bunny.” You froze, why did he start using that nickname, now, of all time. “It certainly isn’t. Been trying to reach you fo’ so long, bunny. So long. And now, since you finally answer you’ goddamn fucking phone.” You heard him take a deep breath. “You’re going to answer my questions. Why the fuck are you talking to Ari Levinson?”

Thank you so much for reading :) Feel free to reblog and tell me what you think. Also, I realize I’m kinda having a hard time with dialogue sometimes and I’m sorry for that, I’m slowly working on that.

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thecursedthrone · 1 year

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PERSONAJES CANON

001 ― DISPONIBLE || Rickard Stark Edad: 25 años Asentamiento: Invernalia Títulos: Señor de Invernalia y Guardián del Norte Rasgo vetado: Intriga Ambición, tal vez es la mejor palabra que puede definir al único hijo de Lord Edwyle Stark y Lady Marna Locke. Su apariencia es la de un Stark, con su rostro alargado y esos ojos apagados que recuerdan a las interminables nevadas que caen sobre el Norte, pero su comportamiento es lo que distingue a este señor. No se conoce cuándo empezó su interés por el Sur, pero muchos culpan de este comportamiento al maestre que ha llegado hace apenas un par de años a los salones de Invernalia, mientras que otros señalan a su cuñado. Rickard se ha convertido en un señor que mira en la dirección opuesta al Muro, y que cambia el cuero curtido por una reluciente armadura dorada. El señor de Invernalia sabe que muchos señores lo miran atento, y empieza a calcular cuál es el primer paso para acercar el norte hacia el sur.

002 ― DISPONIBLE || Lyarra Stark Edad: 29 años Asentamiento: Invernalia Datos: Esposa de Lord Rickard Stark. Sin hijos. Rasgo vetado: Proeza La lealtad que tiene la esposa de Rickard en su esposo es digna de admiración, pero no hay que ser ingenuos para pensar que esta confianza se reduce a una fe ciega e ignorante. Lyarra es descendiente de una rama secundaria de la principal, y, como segunda hija, su educación temprana se limitó a lo básico. Su padre era un señor viejo cuando la tuvo, por lo que se crió principalmente con su hermana mayor, Branda. Lyarra confía en los planes de su señor esposo, pero sabe que tal vez se necesitan palabras diferentes para convencer a los señores del Norte, y está dispuesta a ser el brazo que pueda ayudar a que los sueños de Rickard se vean cumplidas.

003 ― DISPONIBLE || Branda Stark Edad: 32 años Asentamiento: Invernalia Datos: Hermana mayor de Lady Lyarra Stark. Descendencia a elección de los usuarios. Rasgo vetado: Marcial Branda representa al norteño mas acérrimo, ese que se rehúsa a ver el progreso en todas las cosas que se hagan en el Norte. Para ojos de las demás mujeres norteñas, representa ese orgullo y testarudez que suelen tener muchos miembros de la Casa Stark. Branda no eligió su compromiso y, aunque no es infeliz, envidia el lugar de su hermana menor.

004 ― DISPONIBLE || Harrold Rogers Edad: 40 años Asentamiento actual: Invernalia Datos: Esposo de Branda Stark. Descendencia a elección de los usuarios. Rasgo vetado: Administración Ser Harrold llegó recientemente al Norte por su matrimonio con una mujer de la Casa Stark, pero eso no ha hecho que sus pensamientos, costumbres e ideas cambien. En su lugar, Ser Harrold ha logrado hacer que los más jóvenes se sientan atraídos por sus modales, y por su manera de encandilar incluso a las damas norteñas. Naturalmente, esto ha provocado que más de un señor le suelte más de una frase hiriente, que no parece molestarle en lo absoluto.

PERSONAJES SEMICANON

001 ― RESERVADO || Wyman Manderly Edad: 25 años Datos: Señor de Puerto Blanco.

002 ― DISPONIBLE || Jeor Mormont Edad: 30 años Datos: Señor de Isla del Oso.

PERSONAJES ORIGINALES

Se interpretarán como nietos de Artos Stark o de Errold Stark.

―Stark original femenino #1 (disponible) ―Stark original femenino #2 (disponible) ―Stark original masculino #1 (disponible) ―Stark original masculino #2 (disponible)

#asoiaf #foro #foro rol #foro rpg #foroactivo #game of thrones #gameofthrones #juego de tronos #260 asoiaf #foro asoiaf #norte #personajes

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chutiyaaa · 7 months

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Benchod isse door bhi lock nahi hota hai 😭 ab bolo marna chahiye ki nahi

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fieldsofashrp · 1 year

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Lord Rickard Stark

Age: 48 || Played by: NPC

Lord of Winterfell, Warden of the North, and head of House Stark during the reign of King Aerys II Targaryen and not Rhaegar Targaryen. Rickard is the only child of Lord Edwyle Stark and Lady Marna Locke. A man of honor and ambition, Southron ambition as some could say with his Betrothal of his eldest to the Lady Catelyn instead of one of his own vassals and the betrothal of his daughter to Robert Baratheon. He’s fiercely protective of his family and home, doing what is best for them and the North will always be his priority.

Lady Lyarra Stark

Age: 47 || Face Claim: Caitriona Balfe || Played by: OPEN

Attuned to the Old Gods and a proud and faith-bound woman. Lyarra is the mother of Brandon, Eddard, Lyanna, and Benjen. A gentle matriarch and a woman of good moral character, it is important to her to ensure her children know the stark difference between right and wrong. She lives her life as if she is always about to be judged by the Old Gods and has an honest wit and a keen sense of justice. While kindly and good-humored, she is an apt foil to her winter storm of a husband. While Rickard can seem cold and fearsome, his wife alone is able to withstand his wolf’s blood and the fearsome nature of her children.

Lord Brandon Stark

Age: 30 || Face Claim: Clive Standin || Reserved by: Hugglepug

The eldest son and heir to Lord Rickard Stark and Lady Lyarra Stark, Brandon is said to have originated from the wolf blood. His hot temper and ability to take what he wants without shyness or issue are traits he has possessed since he was a young boy. He wanted to learn the sword, so he became the best amongst his siblings. He wanted to joust, so he became excellent at it, some calling him a centaur when upon a horse. Always a man of Honor, Brandon will challenge anyone who disrespects his family, he’d cut everyone down who slights them. He’s to marry Catelyn Tully within the next couple moons. To several he’s expressed that he’s doing it for the advantage it gives his father and house, but would much rather marry the daughter of a northern bannerman. His reputation with women is known and it’s likely he has several bastards running around or in bellies already.

Lord Eddard Stark

Age: 25|| Face Claim: Tim Mison|| Played by: Dante

Second son to Lord Rickard Stark, Eddard is an all too different soul to his elder brother. Where Brandon boasts courage and his legendary wolf blooded temper, Ned instead holds a much more gentle and quiet soul. Still a full man of The North, Ned holds to values of honor, integrity, and righteous fair justice. Holding a close relationship with both the houses of Arryn and Baratheon due to being raised in the Vale, Eddard is a talented swordsman but his future seems uncertain as to its direction without a role being needed yet of the young wolf but rumors have risen that a match is soon to be made. As tensions continue to mount, Ned only hopes for stability and prosperity for his family and the North in contrast to his close friend Robert who would much rather pursue vanity and fame. Eddard hopes the encouraged betrothal between Robert and his dear sister Lyanna will quell the man's antics and draw out the honor Eddard held admiration for within his close brother in all but blood.

Lady Lyanna Stark

Age: 24 || Face Claim: Janet Montgomery || Played by: Shayla

Born the only daughter of Rickard and Lyarra Stark. She arose as the pride and joy to her parent’s eyes as she was the true definition of brazen Stark. Often it has been teased that she has the blood of a wolf coursing within her. Cloaked with an independent and brave nature, it has often proven to be something to test the entirety of her family. Lyanna though proudly carries this nature of her as she is content with who she has always been. In more recent years, she quickly became defined as the beauty of the North and though she cared not. She is witty and cunning with the nature she wields, though often deemed playful by those who know her. A fire kindles strong within her as she yearns for more of the world and to leave the North that she truly does cherish.

Lord Benjen Stark

Age: 20 || Face Claim: Louis Partridge || Reserved by: Birdie

The last-born son of Lord and Lady Stark, Benjen doesn’t carry the serious demeanor most northerners take. He’s friendly, cheerful, and enjoys Summer Wine - perhaps in excess. His responsibilities are few, and he’s still trying to come into his own. He considers himself closest to his sister Lyanna, as they are closest in age, and both have the least responsibility within their family’s structure, with Benjen being a third son and Lyanna being a woman. He has no plans to marry or have children, as he is more interested in finding something of substance within himself. Benjen has already expressed to his parents and siblings that he wants nothing to do with marriage, and he doesn’t plan to change his mind any time soon.

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dragonmartellstark · 3 years

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Lady’s of Winterfell. Direct and indirect female ancestors of Eddard Stark and his children.

#Lysa Locke #Gilliane Glover #Arra Norrey #Alysanne Blackwood #Lynara Stark #Sansa Stark #Robyn Ryswell #Alys Karstark #Lorra Royce #Lyanne Glover #Melantha Blackwood #Marna Locke #Lyarra Stark #catelyn tully #Jeyne Westerling #Jeyne Poole

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mariedemedicis · 3 years

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House of Ladies Week 2020: Day One - House Stark

I decided to have fun and go obscure here and pick Marna Locke!

Marna is one of those historical characters we know next to nothing about.

She married Edwyle Stark and was the mother of one child, Rickard. He succeeded his father as Lord of Winterfell and was notable as the father of Eddard Stark and his siblings, and the paternal grandfather of Jon, Robb, Sansa, Arya, Bran, and Rickon.

We don’t know much about her maiden house either. House Locke also ruled as kings but were eventually subjugated by the Stark Kings of Winter. They appear to have been trusted by their overlords since after the demise of the Greystarks, they were trusted to hold the Wolf’s Den for the Starks for close to two hundred years.

Lysa Locke was another Locke lady who married into the Starks.

In the current period of the novels, Sybelle Glover, wife of Robett Glover and mother of Gawen and Erena, was born a Locke.

I like to imagine that Marna first became close with Edwyle’s sister Jocelyn, who was fostered with the Lockes.

This rather naturally lead to a marriage with Edwyle.

With only one surviving child, a son, Marna became very fond of Branda and Lyarra, daughters of Rodrik Stark and Arya Flint. This lead to intense jealousy on Rickard’s part.

Marna first suggested the match between her son and his cousin Lyarra.

#houseofladies2020 #marna locke #house stark

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virareve · 3 years

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Summary:

In 1923, the royal family of the North, House Stark, was executed in cold blood while the rest of the country descended into a civil war. After a slew of weak governments, the Northern people have voted to restore the monarchy in the present day.

King’s Landing-based lawyer Jaime Lannister finds himself embarking on the biggest case of his professional career as he is tasked with performing a background check on the candidate expected to take the throne.

In the quiet village of Queenscrown, expat college professor Brienne Tarth watches the news with distant interest, imagining the restoration to pass as all things do, with little to do with her.

#jb #jaime x brienne #Jaime Lannister #brienne of tarth #house stark #edwyle stark #marna locke #my fic #hi friends #i wrote a thing

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laannie0803 · 4 years

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Lord Edwyle Stark fue cabeza de la Casa Stark y, como tal, Señor de Invernalia y Guardián del Norte durante los reinados de Maekar I, Aegon V y Jaehaerys II Targaryen.

Edwyle fue el primer hijo de Lord Willam Stark y Lady Melantha Blackwood. Tuvo una hermana, Jocelyn, quien se casó con un hijo menor de Lord Raymar Royce. En 226 d.C., Edwyle se convirtió en Señor de Invernalia y Guardián del Norte sucediendo a su padre.

Se casó con Lady Marna Locke y tuvo sólo un hijo con ella, Rickard, quien a su muerte le sucedió como cabeza de la casa. En las criptas de Invernalia existe una estatua de Lord Edwyle.

Lord Edwyle Stark was Head of House Stark and as such Lord of Winterfell and Guardian of the North during the reigns of Maekar I, Aegon V, and Jaehaerys II Targaryen.

Edwyle was the first child of Lord Willam Stark and Lady Melantha Blackwood. He had a sister, Jocelyn, who married a younger son of Lord Raymar Royce. In 226 AD, Edwyle became Lord of Winterfell and Guardian of the North, succeeding his father.

He married Lady Marna Locke and had only one son with her, Rickard, who on his death succeeded him as head of the house. In the crypts of Winterfell there is a statue of Lord Edwyle

#edwyle stark #willam stark #melantha blackwood #jocelyn stark #marna locke #rickard stark

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Marna Locke, Lysara Karstark, Lyarra Stark

#Marna Locke #Lysara Karstark #Lyarra Stark #digital #game of thrones #hotd #asoiaf art #asoiaf fanart #asoiaf #got #gotfanart #house targaryen #valyrianscrolls #a song of ice and fire #house stark

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The Wedding [2/3]

Pairing: Rickard x Rhaella Rating: T Summary: “Today is all about you and my son.” Words: 1464 Notes: Another installment of my Rhaella Stark Chronicles.

Read @ AO3 | Chapter 1

When Ynis and Cerella left, Rhaella sat down in front of the fire, she did not wanted to ruin her dress right before her wedding. She was quite excited, but there was something that also rose, fear. She was suddenly afraid that Rickard would no longer wanted her.

So lost in her thoughts she was, that Rhaella almost missed the knock on her door. It startled her when it was stronger, “Come,” she finally called.

The door opened to let Marna in and Rhaella’s fear spiked. Her soon to be good-mother, the woman who had been a mother to her during all of her stay at Winterfell was dressed quite finely. Her usual practical gowns replaced with fine silks in grays and whites. A white fur stole hung from her shoulders. “Hello daughter,” Marna’s gentle voice soothed her. “You are looking quite stunning, you are for sure to leave my son speechless.”

Rhaella smiled, feeling better. Surely, if somehow the wedding had been called off, her own grandfather would inform her. Elderly as he was, he seemed to have found the energy to come to her wedding. “Thank you, mother. You are looking quite lovely yourself.”

Marna gave Rhaella a small smile, “Today is not about me.” She said and sat down next to Rhaella. “Today is all about you and my son.”

Rhaella could feel the slight heat that came to her cheeks. “Indeed. I can hardly believe that our wedding is finally here.”

“Do you remember daughter, years ago when I spoke about not letting my son get away with everything?” Marna asked, and when Rhaella nodded, she continued. “I must say, that I am glad that you have followed my advice, Rickard can be too stubborn for his own good, but you have a good head on your shoulders and I am glad that you will compliment and balance him.”

Rhaella smiled, “Thank you mother.”

“It is truly a joy that you came to us. An even bigger joy that you marry into our house, truly child, you are a treasure and at least I, will be forever thankful to King Aegon for his generosity.”

Rhaella bit her lip, “My marriage was arranged to avoid me marrying my brother.”

“That I know. But nevertheless, you are here and throughout the years, you have been an absolute delight to have as a daughter, and now, your wedding day is here and it will be official.”

“I am a bit nervous.”

“Every woman is,” Marna agreed and took of of Rhaella’s hands in her own. “But it will pass, and tell me, do you wish to avoid the bedding ceremony? If so, I will speak to my son, and I’ll help both of you to leave when you so desire and avoid getting undressed by others.”

“Could we?” Rhaella’s lips quirked upwards and her eyes shone. “Not that I wish to cause some disrespect, but I would truly like to avoid the bedding.”

“At least the part of people undressing you and my son, I take.” Marna gave Rhaella a knowing look. And at Rhaella’s nod, she smiled. “I figured as much. I didn’t like my own bedding, even if I was excited to bed my husband.”

Rhaella’s flushed a darker pink, “Yes, I wish to be a wife, but skipping the undressing by people.”

“Then, I’ll speak to my son. When you both are ready to retire, I’ll make sure people are dancing and have no time to notice you two quietly slipping away. Does that sound good?”

“Yes, mother. Thank you.”

Marna stood, letting go of Rhaella’s hand. “And I’ll remind you what I have always said, that if you wish to talk with me about womanly issues, you always may do so and I will help you as I am able to. Now, I do believe your grandfather wished to speak with you before your wedding. I will send him in,” Marna leaned forward and kissed Rhaella’s forehead. “And I’ll be speaking with my son.”

Rhaella watched as Marna walked towards the door, and exited the chamber. She felt lighter, glad too at the thought of being naughty and slipping away with Rickard before anyone even noticed them gone. It was a relief too, even if she had had time to know those people in the North, she still didn’t like the idea of them seeing her in her undergarments. That was something she wanted to reserve for Rickard alone, at least, the first time anyone saw her in such an intimate setting.

A few moments later, there was a knock at the door, Rhaella smiled, “Come in.”

When the door opened, it was her grandfather and Ser Duncan. Her grandfather looked older now, much, as if weighted by something she couldn’t see. “And how,” King Aegon spoke gently, his whole face radiating gentleness. “Is my little dragon, eh?”

Rhaella stood, entwined her arm with her grandfather and helped him sit on the bed next to her. Giving Ser Duncan a radiant smile. “I am well. Ready to be wed.”

King Aegon patted her hand. “Yes, that I can see. And dear child, you look quite radiant, and I am sorry that your grandmother will miss this moment. But, at least, I can see you wed. Tell me, honestly and here in between us, have you been well and happy?”

“I have, grandfather.” Rhaella starts, taking her grandfather’s hand in both of hers. “I have found a home here in the North, here in Winterfell. I was homesick when young, but soon enough, I found my footing here, I found and made good friends, I found a mother who treats me as if I were her own blood. A good-father who while stern, is not bad. And my betrothed is a good man. You did me a great favor by choosing me to marry into the Starks.”

“That does lighten my heart, dearest child.” Her grandfather smiles at her. “Your letters were always good, but I am a father and grandfather, and I always wondered if you spoke out of duty. At least, until Lady Velaryon came to marry your brother. She spoke of how happy the three of you were, how you were growing into a fine young woman. That soothed my soul to hear.”

Rhaella squeezed her grandfather’s hand. “You made the correct choice, grandfather. I swear it to you, I have been happy here. No one has ever mistreated me, and while at the beginning was a bit strange to be so far away of what I was used to, I found good people here. I carved a place for myself in this wintry land.”

“That is good to hear, child.”

“And what about you, grandfather, have things gone well?”

Rhaella watches, as something crosses her grandfather’s face, but it’s gone too fast for her to identify. “As well as they can be, dearest child. But I wanted to warn you, that after your wedding, I will be going to Summerhall, all the family will be there, I believe that we have found a way to awaken dragons again.”

“Then I should also come.”

“No child,” Her grandfather shakes his head. “You need to take your time to enjoy being married, perhaps after Summerhall we shall meet for you to pick which dragon you wish to have. But let us forget that, let us worry about you and your wedding. Tell me, do you really like Rickard, he seems quite a serious young man.”

“He is quite serious.” Rhaella smiles. “He takes his duties quite seriously, but I do like him. Beneath that ice exterior, there is a romantic side that I am the fortunate one who gets to see it. And yes, I quite like him. I love him very much, he will be a good husband and a good father, when the time comes.”

“That is good to hear, my dear child.” There is a knock at the door, and her grandfather turns towards it. “Come.”

A servant maid appears when the door opens, “Forgive me, your Grace, my Princess. But I was send to inform you that everything is ready, we will simply wait for you.”

“Thank you,” Rhaella speaks. “I am quite ready myself, my grandfather and I will make our way to the Godswoods soon.”

The maid nods and departs.

“Well, child, it seems that it is time that you finally say those vows.”

“Indeed, I am ready grandfather, very ready.”

Her grandfather smiles and stands, offering his arm to Rhaella, who takes it. “Then, let’s get you married, little dragon.”

And they begin their walk towards the Godswoods, with ser Duncan two steps behind. And Rhaella can feel herself lighten a bit, she is to be married, all would be well.

#rhaella x rickard #rickard x rhaella #rhaella targaryen #marna locke #aegon v targaryen #pre asoiaf #pre asoiaf fic #au: canon divergence #asoiafrare #the rhaella stark chronicles

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Hi Butterfly! I just read the Bran chapter in ADwD where Bran weirwood- time-travels, seeing Winterfell (or rather the weirwood grove) through time. The boy and girl playing at swords is very strongly hinted to be Lyanna and Benjen. I've seen speculation including on your blog that the woman kissing a man as tall as Hodor is young Old Nan and Ser Duncan the Tall. Is there any hint/speculation as to who/what the other visions mean? The pregnant woman asking for a son to avenge her I find 1/2

to be particularly intriguing. Do you think GRRM meant each of the visions/scenes to be significant or only some? I would love to hear your thoughts.

I’m sure GRRM meant for all of Bran’s weirwood visions to be significant, else what would be the point of including them? You can see my thoughts on their meaning here, though if you need more info than that post provides, just ask.

I also find the vision of the pregnant woman most mysterious, as it’s the only one we can’t figure out from other context. Because Bran’s visions move backwards through history, we know this scene must take place after Dunk’s visit to Winterfell, but before Lyanna and Benjen were children. That’s a timespan of about 65 years, about 212-276 AC… but even with what we know of recent Stark history from TWOIAF, there doesn’t appear to be any definite event this vision matches to.

She can’t be Serena or Sansa Stark, as the event where their inheritances might have been stolen by their half-uncles was decades before Dunk’s visit to Winterfell, sometime after 161 AC. Looking at the descendants of Beron Stark (the lord during Dunk’s visit) – she might be Arya Flint, since we know her husband Rodrik the Wandering Wolf became a mercenary in Essos (and perhaps that might make her want revenge? or the reason he left could be her need for vengeance)… but she only had daughters, so if it is Arya, her prayer was not answered. (Though one of her daughters did become Lady of Winterfell, Ned’s mother Lyarra.) Lysara Karstark had twin boys, so it might be her, but there doesn’t seem to be anything that we know of her husband Artos the Implacable that would lead to her needing vengeance. Perhaps she could be one of the wives of Willam Stark, who was murdered by wildlings at the Battle of Long Lake, but Willam was avenged by his brother Artos during the battle, so maybe not. And again we don’t know any reason why Marna Locke (Rickard’s mother) would want vengeance.

Or perhaps she could be one of Beron’s daughters, Berena or Alysanne. Both were unmarried, and maybe this need for vengeance could explain why? (And there were many wildling incursions under a King-Beyond-the-Wall in their lifetime.) Although they don’t have any bastards listed on the Stark family tree, so if it is something like that, it wasn’t recorded or hinted to in TWOIAF. Or maybe… she could be Lyarra Stark herself? (And the son she prays for might be Brandon?) It would give us far more to her than just GRRM’s “she died”, so it would be very interesting if it were Lyarra… but again, why she would need or want vengeance, there’s no clue in the books or TWOIAF. (Though note Rickard Stark visited King’s Landing in 264 AC, between the births of Ned and Lyanna.)

Anyway, though we can’t know for sure right now, I’m certain GRRM will explain more about this pregnant woman in upcoming books. (Like how some of the House of the Undying visions only became understandable in ADWD, and some are still unclear.) It may be that the eventual Dunk and Egg “She-Wolves of Winterfell” story will give us information about this mysterious woman, though it may only settle for us who Dunk is kissing in the godswood. But more likely, I think we’ll get the details in TWOW, either through some historical infodump or further visions from Bran. We’ll just have to see…

#valoisqueens #asoiaf #asoiaf meta #bran stark #house stark #bran's weirwood visions #asoiaf prophecies #asoiaf theories #duncan the tall #arya flint #lysara karstark #marna locke #berena stark #alysanne stark #lyarra stark #mysteries of asoiaf

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