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House Lannister Wardrobe
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LORD JASON LANNISTER of CASTERLY ROCK
1 - Hunting robe of brown leather with the emblem of House Lannister on the chest, brown leather belt with golden metal pieces and a small leather bag.
2 - Accompanied by a thick red velvety cape with brown leather edges and strap at the neck, with the head of the golden lion and leather gloves with golden pieces.
1 - Gala attire in the red and gold of House Lannister, shiny golden lower tunic with embroidered pattern with long sleeves. Over a red sleeveless tunic with shoulder pads. With a red and black belt with golden metal pieces. And a gold chain with red enameled pieces with the golden lion of the Lannisters, a pendant and the head of the golden lion on the neck.
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LADY CEIRA LANNISTER of CASTERLY ROCK
1 - Brown gown with embroidery and details along the chest, cape sleeves in brown and gold with embroidery. Golden details at the hips and a gold necklace with hanging pieces at the neckline. Red headpiece with white pearls.
1 - Gala gown for the royal wedding in red with gold embroidery, belt and sleeve edges in gold fabric, deep red lapels and gold buttons along the chest.
2 - Accompanied by a gold necklace with pendant and a red headpiece.
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SER TYLAND LANNISTER, Master of Ships
1 - Hunting coat in brown sleeveless shiny leather with brown opaque leather shoulder pads, edges and straps along the chest with the Lannister lion's head and the emblem of House Lannister at the level of the heart. Opaque leather lower garment with long sleeves and brown leather gloves.
1 - Everyday black suit with embroidery and details in black, gray and white along the chest and golden buttons. Over, a long sleeve coat with shoulder pads and embroidered details along the edges. With a large chain with links and gold medallion.
1 - Gala suit for royal wedding, black color with golden embroidery. Golden embroidery that goes down the chest. With black leather belt and gold pieces.
2 - With a large chain with links and gold medallion.
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BRETT LANNISTER
1 - Hunting suit of brown leather with the emblem of House Lannister on the chest, brown leather belt with pieces and gold buckle.
2 - Over, a red velvety cape with leather edges and brown leather strap, plus a gold chain at the neck. With a pair of brown leather gloves with golden metal pieces.
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OTHER RELATIVES
YOUNG LANNISTER GIRL red and white velvet dress, short sleeves in bright red. Bottom, long sleeves of bright red with gold detail at the wrists and a gold chain at the waist.
LADY LANNISTER Bright red and gray dress with embroidery, long sleeves and detail along the neckline. Accompanied by a gold necklace.
YOUNG LANNISTER BOY Red short sleeved open gala suit, with golden details on the edges and golden brooches along the chest. Under a garment with long golden sleeves and dark belt.
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House of the Dragon Ep. 3: Second of His Name, a Summary (Incorrect Quotes Edition)
SPOILERS AHEAD!
Daemon: *riding Caraxes and dracarysing people in the Stepstones* Crabfeeder, come out of your fucking cave and face me you son of a bitch!
Crabfeeder: *hides in the caves harder*
. . . . .
*Baby Aegon’s birthday party*
Some lord: Omfg, your grace, baby Aegon looks just like you!
Viserys: Of course, he does. He’s my son.
Hobart Hightower: Ah, look at that, baby Aegon’s only 2 and he’s stealing the people’s hearts with his cuteness.
Otto: *lowkey proud grandpa* This morning, baby Aegon ate porridge with his hands. Want to see pics?
Hobart: He’s 2, wtf did you expect? The king’s throwing him an over the top birthday bash. Hopefully, this is more than just him turning 2.
Otto: What do you mean?
Hobart: He’s 2, and not a baby anymore. King Vis should be naming him his heir.
Otto: Lol, it’s not that easy, big bro.
Hobart: Wtf, he’s the firstborn son.
Otto: Well…I don’t think he cares about that.
Hobart: Wtf Otto, you’re the Hand. Open his eyes, mofo.
Tyland: My king, I have some tea from the Stepstones. The crabfeeder pulled a surprise attack.
Viserys: *thoughts* Wtf not this again.
Viserys: Not now, Tyland.
Tyland: But it’s like a national emergency.
Viserys: Dude, it’s been three years. That shit can wait. It’s my son’s birthday. Now, forget about it and eat.
Viserys, to Lyonel: Is everything ready?
Lyonel: Yep, Jason wants us there by noon, I think.
Viserys: Hmm, btw, have you seen Rhae-Rhae?
Lyonel: Uh, no.
Tyland: My king-
Viserys: Wtf Tyland, I said not now.
Tyland: But we have to-
Viserys: *ignores him*
Viserys, to Criston: Where tf is Rhae-Rhae?
Criston: Uh, Idk.
Tyland: The Velaryons and your lil bro-
Viserys: Tyland, seriously?
Otto: Daemon and the Sea Snake started this shit on their own. Whatever happens, that shit is their problem alone.
Viserys: *frustrated* CAN SOMEONE JUST FUCKING TELL ME WHERE RHAE-RHAE IS?!
. . . . .
Rhaenyra: *having a picnic alone in the godswood, listening repeatedly to a live performance of an artist on spotify while reading*
Samwell: *song ends*
Rhaenyra: Again.
Samwell: Maybe you want to play the next song?
Rhaenyra: Nope. Just play it on loop.
Samwell: *starts playing again, then stops* Queen Ali.
Rhaenyra: Wtf I didn’t say pause. From the top.
Alicent: Rhae-Rhae?
Rhaenyra: Yes, Queen Ali.
Alicent: They need you in the courtyard, we’re about to leave.
Rhaenyra: Nope, I wanna stay here.
Alicent: Alright, Samwell, gtfo, I need to talk to Rhae-Rhae.
Rhaenyra: Wait, stay by order of the princess.
Alicent: I’m the queen, and I said gtfo.
Samwell: *bows and leaves*
Rhaenyra: *thoughts, mimicking Ali* I’m the queen, I can do whatever I want. Fucking bitch.
Alicent: Your dad wants you to come.
Rhaenyra: It’s not my birthday, I don’t need to be at the party.
Alicent: Rhae-Rhae, he wants us all to be together. I think it could be…fun? Idk.
Rhaenyra: Is it one of my dad’s orders?
Alicent: Well, yes, but-
Rhaenyra: *stands up* Then let’s go. Wtf are we still staying here for?
Alicent: But you shouldn’t worry about it, Rhae-Rhae. It’s-
Rhaenyra: *leaves* K bye.
. . . . .
Viserys: This is nice. Going on a roadtrip with my family.
Rhaenyra: *forces out a smile* …sure.
*carriage hit turbulence in the rocky road*
Alicent: *holds her belly*
Rhaenyra: Wtf. You’re pregnant. Why did you even agree to travel?
Alicent: Maester said I should breath in fresh air.
Viserys: You’ll be a mom soon, Rhae-Rhae. Then I’ll be a proud granddaddy.
Rhaenyra: Uh, no.
Alicent: It’s not that bad.
Rhaenyra: My mom died giving birth to my lil’ bro, so…
Viserys: Well, maybe you should come with me later and-
Rhaenyra: Eh, no. Boars are so yucky.
Viserys: Wtf did you expect? It’s a hunt. How would you like to join us then?
Rhaenyra: I’m not even sure why I’m here, dad.
Viserys: Rhae-Rhae, you’re my baby girl. The princess. It’s your duty to-
Rhaenyra: As I’m always reminded, wtf.
Viserys: Wtf did you say?
Rhaenyra: I said, you sound like a broken record because you keep reminding me.
Viserys: If you did your fucking duties, you wouldn’t be reminded.
Rhaenyra: Why tf would I even care? No one’s here for me. [girl, I feel you.]
Viserys: *visibly and emotionally concerned*
. . . . .
Rhaenyra: *enters tent and mostly gets ignored*
Lady wives and Queen Ali: *gossiping over tea*
Larys: I don’t think I’m allowed to go hunting, can I sit here with you girls instead?
Queen Ali: Uh, I guess.
Larys: Yay!
Queen Ali: Btw ladies, this is Larys Strong. He’s Lyonel’s son.
Lynesse Hightower: They said the Stepstones is a place for savages.
Ciera Lannister: Maybe the princess can give us some tea about it.
Rhaenyra: Oh, Idk shit about the Stepstones.
Ciera Lannister: Your uncle started this whole thing.
Rhaenyra: Idk, we haven’t chat in years.
Ciera Lannister: Of course, since your daddy chose you instead of him.
Alicent: Daemon made his own choices, all that shit is his fault. That’s why Vis chose Rhae-Rhae because she’s amazing.
Rhaenyra: Omfg thanks bestie.
Joselyn Redwyne: Well, Daemon made a mess and the king must make it stop. He must send his bad bitches to end those mofos for good.
Rhaenyra: Why? We’re not at war.
Joselyn Redwyne: But we are. Even though your daddy is still in denial, your uncle and the Sea Snake dragged us into it.
Rhaenyra: Ok, you’re complaining about it, I understand. So tell me, how exactly is your crinkly old ass helping the sitch, hmm? By sitting here in a comfy chair, petting your dog, and eating cake?
Joselyn Redwyne: …
Larys:
Rhaenyra: I thought so. Later, you old bitches.
. . . . .
Jason, to Rhaenyra: Hi princess, I’m Jason Lannister.
Rhaenyra: I know, lol. You have lion patterns in your clothes.
Jason, to a servant: Hey, get the princess a drink.
Rhaenyra: Omfg you look familiar. Your twin bro serves my dad, right?
Jason: *hands Rhae-Rhae wine* Yes, I think because he likes all the boring meetings. Btw, this drink’s made in Lannisport and it’s the best ever.
Rhaenyra: Uh, sure.
Jason: This place is nice, but the one near my house is better. You been there?
Rhaenyra: Once, but I don’t remember much.
Jason: You can get a nice view of the Sunset Sea from my house. I don’t have a dragonpit, but don’t worry. I have the money to build one.
Rhaenyra: *confused* Why tf do you need a dragonpit?
Jason: Uh, because you have a dragon. I would do anything for my future wife. *wink-wink*
Rhaenyra: Wait
Rhaenyra: *walks out* WTF
. . . . .
Rhaenyra: DAD WHAT THE FUCK?!!
Viserys: Rhae-Rhae, what-
Rhaenyra: You’re marrying me off to some old bat? Wtf is wrong with you?
Viserys: Baby, you’re 17. You’re legal age now.
Rhaenyra: That old bat is arrogant and a fucking idiot!
Viserys: Rhae-Rhae, people have been coming to me asking for your hand. And I HAVE TRIED TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT IT, BUT YOU JUST SHUT ME OUT EVERY FUCKING TIME!
Rhaenyra: BECAUSE I DON’T WANNA GET MARRIED!
Viserys: DON’T YOU DARE RAISE YOUR VOICE AT ME, YOUNG LADY!
Otto: Uh, my king, we’re in the middle of a party. So kindly just…shh.
Viserys, to Rhaenyra: You have to get married.
Viserys, to Otto: Wtf is it now?
Otto: Fyi, my bitches reports they saw a white hart stag. And think it will be the biggest tea for baby Aegon’s birthday party buffet.
. . . . .
Rhaenyra: *gets to her horse* I’m so getting tf out of here.
Criston: *sees Rhae-Rhae leaving* Wtf princess! Wait!
Rhaenyra: *ignores Crispy and leaves*
Criston: *gets into a horse and runs after Rhae-Rhae* WTF WTF WTF I have to protect her or it’s my head.
Criston: Princess, wait!
Rhaenyra: Go away, Crispy!
Criston: *catches up and stops the horses* You’re giving me a heart attack. Wtf happened back there?
Rhaenyra: My dad’s trying to marry me off to Jason Lannister. I mean, my daddy chose me as heir then just paired me off to some old bitch. Wtf is he thinking?
Criston: So…you want me to kill him?
Rhaenyra: *laughs* I wish.
Criston: I think we should go back to camp.
Rhaenyra: I don’t feel like going back yet. Maybe we should explore first.
Rhaenyra: Tell me, Crispy, did you ever got close to getting married?
Criston: Nope. I would’ve, but I chose to be kingsguard instead.
Rhaenyra: You’re so lucky you get to make decisions for yourself. Me on the other hand…
Criston: Rhae-Rhae, there are people who would love to take your place.
Rhaenyra: They’re only saying that because they’ve never been in my place, Crispy. I may be a princess, but I’m powerless.
Criston: No, you’re not. You literally had me in line to be a kingsguard. That’s not powerless. You’re a boss-ass bitch.
. . . . .
Viserys: *hunting and so bored* Are we there yet?
Hunstman: We’re following the trail, my king. The white hart is a symbol of royalty here, way before dragons came.
Otto: *excited* Omfg! This is so exciting! And this is happening on my grandson’s- I mean, Prince Aegon’s birthday! This is a sign!
Viserys: Uh…sure.
. . . . .
Viserys: *gets drunk*
Jason: Hi, my king. *shows him a spear* I had this made as a gift in honor of the baby prince.
Servant: *takes the spear*
Viserys: *lowkey unimpressed* This is nice, I guess.
Jason: I hope you’ll use that to kill the white hart stag.
Viserys: Uh, thanks for the spear.
Jason: Btw, I would love for Princess Rhae-Rhae to be my wife. If that happens, you will have strength.
Viserys: Wtf do we need more strength for?
Jason: Hey, if someone offers you more dragons, you’d take them, right?
Viserys: Bitch, do you even have dragons to offer?
Jason: ….
Jason: Btw, I have a big, nice house and Rhae-Rhae can live with me there. It wouldn’t be so bad after it gets taken from her.
Viserys: What will be taken from her?
Jason: Well, when you choose baby Aegon as heir.
Viserys: Why tf would I do that?
Jason: Well-you have a baby boy now. People just assume-
Viserys: People? So there’s many of you? Son of a bitch. Are you fucking questioning me about my choices on who’s going to sit after me?
Jason: Uh, no. I mean-
Viserys: Wtf I thought long and hard to choose Rhae-Rhae as the heir. The bitches in the kingdom should fucking remember that.
Jason: …
Viserys: Btw, thanks for the gift.
Jason: K bye.
Otto: My king. The white hart will be found, don’t worry. Btw, what do you think of Jason’s idea?
Viserys: It’s ridiculous. That bitch has a bigger head than I thought.
Otto: You’re not just Rhae-Rhae’s dad, you’re the king. You command her something, she’ll have no choice but to do it.
Viserys: I don’t want that for my baby girl. I want her to be happy.
Otto: I have another idea, btw. Maybe marry her off to her bro?
Viserys:
Viserys: Are you fucking serious?
Otto: Yeah, I mean-
Viserys: Rhae-Rhae’s 17 and Aegon is 2. WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU?!
Otto: But-
Viserys:
Viserys: Bitch, I came here to hunt. Not to talk about this nonsense!
Otto: Sorry. So sorry, my king. I have to go now.
. . . . .
Lyonel: I already sent people to find Rhae-Rhae, my king. Crispy Coleslaw went after her, so maybe they’re together.
Viserys: *drunk af* Where have I failed at parenting? I tell her to not do something, and she’ll do the exact opposite. Some king I am.
Lyonel: When your granddaddy Jaehaerys was king, there was peace. But his babies also drove him crazy. It runs in the family. Lol
Viserys: *drinks more wine*
Lyonel: Uh, don’t you wanna hear what I think?
Viserys: Lemme guess, you want her to marry one of your sons?
Lyonel: Lol no, I think she should marry the Sea Snake’s son, Laenor. He’s like the heir to the richest house in Westeros so technically, he’s the best option. Also, I think the Sea Snake’s still salty when you rejected his proposal to marry his baby girl. I just hope ser Laenor makes it out alive of the Stepstones though.
Viserys: Huh, that’s actually a great idea. I’ll think about that.
. . . . .
Criston: Princess, I really think we should get back to camp.
Rhaenyra: I think I like it better here.
Criston: I’m pretty sure, your daddy’s worried about you.
Rhaenyra: Idgaf if he’s worried or not.
Criston:…ok.
Rhaenyra: Hey Crispy, do you think I’d be accepted as queen?
Criston: They’ll have no choice, lol. Your daddy already made you his heir.
Horse: *uneasy* I sense something coming.
Rhaenyra: Omfg wtf was that?
Criston: *pulls sword* Stay calm, I got it.
Boar: *charges at Rhae-Rhae*
Rhaenyra: WTF CRISPY HELP!
Criston: *stabs the boar*
Boar: *still oinking* bitch you thought-
Rhaenyra: *stabs it repeatedly* JUST! FUCKING! DIE! ALREADY!
. . . . .
Viserys: *drinking and standing by the bonfire*
Alicent: Hey, you ok?
Viserys: *drunk ranting* I chose Rhae-Rhae to protect Westeros from Daemon. She’s my only baby. The realm’s delight.
Alicent: Uh, Viserys?
Viserys: *continues ranting*
Alicent: Ok, Vis. You’re drunk. Get some rest.
. . . . .
Otto: We didn’t find the white hart, but we did find this other stag.
Harwin: It’s not the white hart, my king. But he’s a big one.
Jason: *hands him the spear* Spear for the kill!
Viserys: *takes the spear* Alright, let’s do this.
Viserys: *stabs the stag*
Viserys: Ok, we’re done here.
. . . . .
Rhaenyra: *looks over the view of the Kingswood* Omfg it really is pretty here.
White Hart Stag: *shows up* Hey yow, Princess.
Criston: *grabs his sword*
Rhaenyra: No, it’s ok, Crispy.
White Hart Stag: K bye. *leaves*
. . . . .
Rhaenyra and Criston: *returns to camp with the dead boar*
Everyone: *gasps*
Rhaenyra: *covered in blood* I’m back, bitches! Miss me?
Everyone: WTF
Harwin:
Jason:
Rhaenyra: I brought a boar to be cooked, You’re all fucking welcome!
. . . . .
Alicent, to Otto: Hi daddy.
Otto: Did you enjoy the family trip?
Alicent: Uh, sure.
Otto: How’s my grandbaby?
Alicent: He’s fine. People are fond of him, btw.
Otto: Of course, he’s cute. Also, he’s the future king.
Alicent: Dad, isn’t Rhae-Rhae the heir?
Otto: Aegon is the baby boy. Rhae-Rhae is a girl.
Alicent: So?
Otto: So, he’s ahead in the succession. As boys always are before the girls.
Alicent: I can’t have my baby steal Rhae-Rhae’s birthright.
Otto: It’s Aegon’s. Why are you in denial about this?
Alicent: But-
Otto: You have to convince him.
Alicent: Wtf
. . . . .
Alicent: Hey, Vis. How you feeling?
Viserys: *still drunk, continues to rant about Rhae-Rhae*
Alicent: …
Alicent: *sees a letter on the table* Wtf is that?
Viserys: A letter from the Sea Snake’s lil’ bro.
Alicent: *reads the letter* Omfg, they’re asking for help. Why aren’t we sending help?
Viserys: Because it was started by two idiots who were not happy with my decisions. And if I do send help, what will the people say about me, huh?
Alicent: Uh, that you’re a good guy who loves his baby brother?
Viserys: …
Viserys: I’m gonna have to do the right thing here, aren’t I?
Alicent:
Viserys: Dammit.
. . . . .
Viserys, to Addam: Deliver this to my lil’ bro to Dwarfstone.
Addam: Yes, my king. K bye.
Rhaenyra: Dwarfstone? Wtf is going on?
Viserys: I’m sending help to your uncle Daemon.
Rhaenyra: *doesn’t believe it* Uncle Daemon asked for help?
Viserys: Nah, he’d die if I wouldn’t so…
Rhaenyra: *squeaks in Dolores Madrigal*
Viserys: Am I wrong for doing it?
Rhaenyra: Does it even matter what I think?
Viserys: Daemon is giving me enough headaches without you adding to it. Why do you keep adding to it?
Rhaenyra: If this is about that old bat-
Viserys: I’m sorry, Rhae-Rhae. I’m just trying to help you, that’s it. What wrong with that?
Rhaenyra: Because you have a new favorite! And it’s Alicent’s baby boy. I mean, I know you’ve always wanted a son and now you have one. What does that make me now, daddy?
Viserys: Rhae-Rhae, wtf are you talking about?
Rhaenyra: Daddy, everyone knows it. Even Jason Lannister knows it.
Viserys: Baby, we marry for advantage, to gain more allies, and strengthen our army. You already know this, right? I was promised to your mommy.
Rhaenyra: I know, wtf. I’ve heard this story a million times.
Viserys: I loved your mommy. She made me who I am today. Look, I’m not replacing you. That never even came to me. I just want to see you happy.
Rhaenyra: You think finding a hubby for myself would do that?
Viserys: I’m saying a family.
Rhaenyra: I had a family. But you know…*shrugs*
Viserys: Wtf do you want me to do?
Rhaenyra: Daddy, please. If it was for advantage, you would’ve married Laena Velaryon.
Viserys: …
Viserys: *lowkey impressed* *thoughts* Omfg she speaks the truth.
Viserys: I mean…you’re not wrong.
Viserys: But seriously, you have get married. I don’t care who it is, as long as you’re happy.
Rhaenyra: Thanks, daddy.
Viserys: Rhae-Rhae. I promise you, in your mommy’s memory, you will always be my favorite.
. . . . .
Corlys: We need to keep fighting. We can’t give up now.
Laenor: It’s pointless, dad. When we’re not attacking, they come out. But when we attack, they hide.
Vaemond: Because they know they’d be barbequed if they do. The caves are their bunker, they ain’t comin’ out unless they have to.
Laenor: Then we give them a reason to come out of the bunker. We’ll need a volunteer to go in and wave a surrender flag for show.
Corlys: Ok, but who?
Vaemond: Yeah, who? Who actually has balls to go there and say ‘it’s over, you win’, huh?
Laenor: Idk, Daemon?
Vaemond: He’s the fucking reason we’re losing, wtf!
Laenor: Oh, I’m sorry, wtf have you done while we were all working our asses off to win? Complain all the fucking time!
Corlys: That’s enough. We don’t have time for this shit.
Vaemond: Wtf! We obviously need help. But y’all are too proud to ask for it.
Corlys, to Vaemond: Lil’ bro, I swear to god stop being such a drama queen!
Daemon: *arrives late* I’m here! Sorry I’m late. Air traffic. What I miss?
Vaemond: If we don’t do anything, we’ll all die here.
Addam: *surprise entrance* Prince Daemon, I brought you some tea from your big bro, the king. *hands him a letter*
Daemon: *takes and reads the letter*
The Letter: Hey, lil’ bro. I’m sending you help. Look, I know we fight a lot but whatever happens you’re still my lil’ bro and I don’t wanna see you fail. Hope you come home soon.
Daemon: *beats the shit out of Addam*
Laenor: *grabs Daemon* Wtf are you doing?
Daemon, to Addam: Get your fucking ass out of here!
Corlys: Wtf, Daemon?
Laenor: Btw, if we're going to win this, we need someone to-
Daemon:
Daemon, rowing to the Stepstones: *mumbles* Viserys thought I can’t do anything right? Huh, I’ll show him. Imma win this shit right now. I don’t need his fucking help.
Daemon:
Crabfeeder Army: *gets out of the caves* Kill him!
Laenor, on Seasmoke: *burns the crabfeeder army* Dracarys, bitches!
Crabfeeder Army: *gets barbequed*
Velaryon Army: Let’s finish these mofos!
Crabfeeder Archers: Kill them all!
Laenor, on Seasmoke: Did you forget about me? Dracarys!
Crabfeeder Archers: *gets barbequed*
Daemon: *goes after the Crabfeeder and kills him*
Daemon: *coming out of the cave with the Crabfeeder’s upper body* IT’S OVER! WE WON! IN YOUR FACE, VISERYS! I DIDN’T NEED YOUR FUCKING HELP!
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Welcome to the HOTD and GOT Pretty People Contest!
HOTD Ladies
Apologies for the wait. Round One will post on Saterday at 3:00 p.m. EST and will post every ten minutes until they have been all posted and apologies for pitting so many bad bitches against one another.
Round One
Young Alicent Hightower vs. Alicent Hightower
Talya vs. Lynesse Hightower
Laena Velaryon vs. Wedding! Laena Velaryon
Joselyn Redwyne vs. Ceira Lannister
Baela Targaryen vs. Helaena Targaryen
Rhea Royce vs. Mysaria
Young Rhaenyra Targaryen vs. Rhaenyra Targaryen
Aemma Arryn vs. Rhaenys Targaryen
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Bc Ceira Lannister hates her daughter in law Johanna
Johanna: You see, my beloved mother in law passed recently and-
Ceira:- STOP TELLING PEOPLE THAT I AM DEAD! YOU LITTLE BITCH!
Johanna: Sometimes I can still hear her sweet voice.
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alicent and joselyn redwyne and ceira lannister and her aunt lynesse hightower
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The Fire Within Us - Chapter Three
"I wouldn't know, I haven't spoken to Daemon in years."
It has been three years since he left.
"Since you supplanted him as heir," Lady Ceira says, sipping her wine.
"Daemon made his choices, Lady Ceira," The Queen intejects, hoping to cheer her in this situation, hoping to be friends with her again.
"The Princess was more suited to the role."
Rhaenyra refrained from reacting to the moment unfolding before her.
Daemon was made to wear the crown, her thoughts roared; She only wanted to fly on dragonback and eat cake. She wanted everything back to the way it was, she wanted her uncle to sit on the Iron Throne, and that was now nearly impossible.
Joselyn Redwyne scoffs beside her, taking her plate.
"He has made quite a mess," She says.
"The King must put an end to it. Send fleets and men to clear out the Triarchy for good."
It was not that easy, you dumb bitch.
"The crown is not at war."
Lady Redwyne looked at her, "The crown is at war, Princess. And though your father refuses to admit it, we have been dragged into it by your uncle and the Sea Snake."
The Princess fought back with a clever answer.
"And how have you served the realm of late, Lady Redwyne, by eating cake?"
Rhaenyra raises her eyebrow at her, and everyone was deathly silent while she walked away, guards bowing in respect.
She needed to get out of here, she needed to get away from everyone. It has been so hard for her, not having someone to talk to, she tried to be strong for her dear father, but to her dismay, he was blinded by the Hightowers.
She was about to pour herself some wine, but a tall blond man approaches.
"I wonder, Princess...Was your own second name day as grand as this?"
Rhaenyra tipped her cup to him as he offered her the wine. "I honestly don't recall and neither will my half-brother."
Jason smirked. "Lord Jason Lannister." He introduces himself.
"I don't think we've been properly introduced."
Rhaenyra hated small boring talks, especially this. What in the seven hells is he trying to say?
"Hm, I don't have a Dragonpit. Of course…but…"
Why would he want a fucking dragonpit?
"I do have the means and resources to build one." He smiles at her arrogantly.
Rhaenyra raises her eyebrow again, "Why would you need a Dragonpit?"
Jason smirked once again. "To house dragons, of course."
He stepped closer, but she backed away immediately. But that did not stop him from saying, "I'd do anything for my Queen...or lady wife."
If Daemon were to hear this, he would skin him alive.
"Thank you for the wine." She sets down the cup in front of him and leaves, walking back to the tents.
"Is that all I am to you?" The Princess protests once she is in front of him. Viserys sets down his cup, shooing Otto away, but the leech stays.
"A prize to proffer about to the great houses?" She mocks his tone. The King lets out a sigh."You are of age, Rhaenyra. And Jason Lannister is an excellent match." She nearly vomits.
"He is arrogant and insufferable!"
"Well, I thought you might have that in common." Her father smiles, further fueling the cold fire running through her.
Viserys' smile disappears as he sees her face.
"Since you came of age, I have been slowly drowning in a lake of parchment, flung from every corner of the realm. Marriage proposals, all. And I have tried," He begins to raise his voice and Rhaenyra is not having it.
"I have tried often to discuss it with you, but you've refused me at every turn!"
"That is because I do not wish to get married!"
Her father hissed at her face. " Even I do not exist above tradition and duty, Rhaenyra!"
If only Daemon were here.
"You must marry." Her father says softly at regaining his bearings, placing a hand on her shoulder.
She flinches away from his touch, running off to mount a horse, and flees.
"Princess!" Her horse was stopped by another, and she looks up to see him, the knight who defeated the Rogue Prince, the owner of the morningstar that flung Dark Sister from his hands.
"S-ser..." She couldn't believe she stuttered.
"Criston Cole, your Grace." He says, comforting her horse until it calms down.
"I shall take you back." He was about to turn her horse, but Rhaenyra held the reins tightly into her hands. "No," She said abruptly. "We should take to the Kingswood."
Rhaenyra listened to him as they ventured further in the secluded parts of the forest.
"Before I spoke my vows as a knight of the Kingsguard, I could have married a common-born girl had I wished."
For some reason, his words have her wishing she was a common-born girl herself.
"How fortunate you are to have a say in your own life…" She mutters after a while, jealous of his freedom.
Criston softly laughs."Many in the realm would gladly trade positions with you, Princess."
They had stopped. "Only because none of them has ever held my position. If only they had known how hard it is for me." She sadly said.
"I may be the Princess of Dragonstone, but I am toothless."
"One day…" He began again."Not so long ago,you held enough power to write my name into the White Book. And when your father named me to his kingsguard,"
He held out his hand, and the princess placed her hand on his."It was the highest honor any Cole has ever known…" And he gently kissed her skin, making the Princess blush for the first time in three years.
"All that I have, I owe to you." And they smiled at each other.
Now her sworn shield, Criston accompanied her everywhere. He kept her company, and ever since, he was the one she wanted to see every day, and it filled the void in her heart.
She claimed to herself that the knight started to like her, her foolish thoughts roared as she thought of him everyday. She was so infatuated with him, that she would not want to see anyone else.
It has been four years, and she is with Criston in Storm's End, with Lord Boros Baratheon at her side, as various suitors, young and old, present themselves to the Princess, trying to impress and make her say yes to each of their proposals.
"How many left?" She asks in hushed exasperation.
"Another ten, Princess." The knight whispered, making her sulk in her seat.
She rejected every one, not worrying if Viserys finds out about this and how cross he would be; let him find out.
They are down to two gentlemen, but instead of introductions, the two quarrel and the Princess has had enough.
Boros tried to stop her, wanting to present ten more. But she stubbornly turns away and prepares to go home.
"I now understand why it is so hard for you." He gently said to her once they are aboard, the Princess still frustrated, ready to unleash her wrath once she returns to her father.
She looks at him with a small smile.
"They were cunts, all of them," She says, and Criston giggled. "Father has made me more furious than ever, I suppose we're going to quar-"
A loud screech is heard and they had shut their mouths once they heard it.
The strident sound was familiar and her ears rang, she nearly leapt out of the ship when the Blood Wyrm nearly pushed it, bumping her head in the process.
"Oh, Gods, are you alright Princess? Will you, fetch her a maester-"
"I-" She slowly stood up. "I-I am quite alright, only..." She trailed off once she saw Caraxes making his way to the Dragonpit.
Her face lit up when his name came into her head, and the image of Criston disappeared for a while.
"Tell them to make this ship go faster, Ser." She said, Criston bowing in respect, walking away to deliver her message.
He promised he'd come back.
He promised he'd come back to her.
And her heart was beating wildly once she stepped inside the Throne room.
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OC: Tymon Lannister
(Art by @sleazyjanet)
GENERAL
Name: Tymon Lannister
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Faceclaim: Brandon Sklenar
BASICS
House: Lannister
Other names: N/A
Family: Jason and Tyland Lannister (Brothers), Regina Lannister (Wife)
Tag for additional info about Tymon is “OC: Tymon Lannister”
I would also recommend reading Elayna Reyne's page as well since their stories are so intertwined.
(Also, want a fun AU? Check out the Western AU I’ve started)
HISTORY
Tymon Lannister, the third son of Ceira Lannister, was born in 110 AC on the 3rd day of the 8th moon. He is much younger than his older brothers, twins Jason and Tyland Lannister.
In 121 AC, Tymon met Elayna Reyne when she was Warded to the Lannisters. He was instantly smitten with her. Over the course of three years, Tymon attempted to court Elayna. At first his efforts were successful but due to unknown reasons, they stopped working. However, this did not deter Tymon, who was convinced he was going to marry Elayna.
In 123, Tymon begged for his older brother, Jason, to write Alon Reyne, Elayna's father, and convince him to betroth him and Elayna. Alon refused the betrothal, much to Jason and Tymon's surprise. No one knows what was said between Jason and Alon. Tymon, angry at being denied what he wanted, began a campaign of convincing Elayna he was her only option and that no one else would love her like he did. This psychological warfare lasted over a year until Elayna was called back to Castamere to be with Alon in his presumed final days.
When Alon recovered, instead of sending Elayna back to Casterly Rock, Alon sent Elayna to the Red Keep to be one of Princess Helaena Targaryen's ladies-in-waiting. Tymon was not informed of this until Elayna had completed the trip to the Red Keep. His older brother Tyland, the then Master of Ships, sent word back to Tymon. It is said in his rage, Tymon made all sorts of threats to House Reyne. It was only when Jason read aloud the final words of Tyland's letter, which encouraged Tymon to come to Court, that Tymon began to calm down.
Tymon Lannister arrived at the Red Keep three months after Elayna. Many noted that Elayna had an air of nervousness about her as soon as Tymon arrived. The nerves only seemed to disappear when she was with Prince Aemond.
Tymon managed to charm most of the people at Court. Most did not believe the rumors of his cruelty to Elayna. It must be noted Tymon often found himself in disagreements with those he deemed to close to Elayna. He even accused his own brother, Tyland, of attempting to seduce Elayna and take her as his own bride. While many dismiss these as Tymon's protective, perhaps obsessive, nature, several accounts do seem to suggest Tymon may not have been wrong.
In 126, Tymon received word from Jason Alon had fallen ill once more. Tymon went back to Casterly Rock with a plan. He would wait until Alon died then ride to Castamere to comfort Elayna. While there, he would ask Seban to betroth him to Elayna. Seban was a good friend of Jason's so he would not think ill of Tymon.
A fortnight after Alon died, Tymon and Elayna were betrothed. Two days after the betrothal, Elayna disappeared. Tymon insisted that Elayna accompany them back to Casterly Rock. While at Casterly Rock, Elayna attempted to escape and get back to the Red Keep. This caused Tymon to move the wedding date up.
On the 12th day of the 6th moon in 126 AC, three days before Tymon and Elayna were to be wed, Prince Aemond arrived at Casterly Rock. Tymon was clearly displeased. He made multiple attempts to find out who told Aemond. Before Princs Aemond left to see Elayna, he informed Tymon that Tyland was the one who him of the upcoming wedding.
The same night, Prince Aemond and Elayna flew from Casterly Rock to the Red Keep where they eloped. Tymon did not need the letter from his brother to figure out what happened. In the field where Vhagar had waited, Tymon found a hair comb made of gold with rubies and pearls on it, a traditional Westerland gift given to brides when they accepted a courtship or betrothal. It was the clip he had given Elayna.
In 127 AC, Tymon attended the wedding festivities of Prince Aemond and Princess Elayna. He took part in the tournament in their honor. Tymon made it to the final round of the tournament where he faced Prince Daemon Targaryen. During the joust, the Rogue Prince not only knocked Tymon Lannister off of his horse, he stabbed Tymon in the shoulder, missing his neck by an inch. Thoroughly embarrassed, Tymon retreated to Casterly Rock until 130 AC
In 128 AC, Tymon married Regina Reyne, Seban Reyne's daughter and Elayna's Targaryen's niece. While it was never acknowledged, it was understood Tymon only married Regina due to her resemblance to Elayna. Many suspect this also played a role in her death. In 130 AC, after the news of Prince Aemond's death reached Casterly Rock, Regina Lannister was found dead in a burnt field. This same field was the one in which Aemond and Elayna left on Vhagar and rumored to be the field they shared their first kiss.
Tymon made his way back to the Red Keep in 130 AC, two months after Regina's death. It is believed he left due to the rumors surrounding his former wife's death. When Tymon reached the Red Keep, King Aegon II and Queen Elayna were there. Tymon was just in time to celebrate the coronation of Queen Elayna and the celebration of their wedding, despite it happening on Dragonston a mere month prior.
Tymon stayed at the Red Keep. After the death of Aegon II, Lord Lannister became more antagonistic of the Dowager Queen Elayna. She would not stay alone with him in a room, often using the new Lord Hand, Tyland Lannister, as a buffer. This did nothing to dissuade the rumors that Tyland had wished to marry Elayna.
In 133 AC, a hired sword attempted to take the eye of Prince Reynard Targaryen. Dowager Queen Elayna blinded the man instead and had him tortured and killed. While she never outright stated it, everyone knew she suspected Tymon of hiring the man.
As the years went on, Lord Tymon Lannister began to sew doubt into people's minds. Oftentimes he used the Dowager Queen's now open history of violence and the actions of her first husband, namely his burning of the Riverlands, to turn people against her. Many stayed loyal to Elayna, but the rumors could not be quelled. Some even accused Elayna of killing Witch Queen Alys Rivers, a supposed mistress of Aemond Targaryen.
In 141 AC, after an argument in the Throne Room, Tymon Lannister stabbed Queen Elayna to death. He stabbed her three times in the gut in rapid succession. Queen Elayna placed her hand upon the wound. She covered her hand in blood and placed it upon his face. She is rumored to have said "Thank you. For proving me right."
After the death of Queen Elayna, Lord Lannister was forced to go into hiding. His family was able to use their gold and influence to hide him. They also attempted to turn the tides against Elayna, even after her death. The common folk were swayed, but many of the lesser and Greater Houses remember both their names.
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𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐲 ♕ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈: 𝐔𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Aegon II Targaryen x FemOC!Lannister x Aemond Targaryen
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: When a letter arrives at Casterly Rock, the new Head of Lannister House, Evelyn Lannister, makes a crucial decision to marry Aemond Targaryen for her people but as she comes face to face her choice, temptations arise that leave her questioning everything.
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It always appeared as a strange notion; the idea of marrying someone, falling in love, and bearing children. At least those things weren’t a dire need for Evelyn Lannister. She told herself she was destined to be alone for all her days, and occasionally, the thought would disturb and keep her up at night. That is until she met Aemond Targaryen.
When her two brothers, Jason and Tyland Lannister, were called away to fight in a battle by King Aegon II, that did not shock her. When they were both pronounced dead after the Battle at the Reach, that did not shock her. When they declared that she would be Lady Paramount of the Westlands, it caught her completely off guard.
She never imagined that this duty would fall into her lap. She was a woman after all, and if her brothers had lived and their children were grown before their deaths, the title would’ve been given to Jason’s only son, Loreon. With Evelyn being the eldest Lannister, it was her obligation to now rule over the west.
To say this terrified her was an understatement. She had watched her father and brother fiercely lead but it was completely different than being in their shoes, leading the lords of the west in this war and wars to come, sheltering their families and families of men in the Lannister armies.
This weighing responsibility turned Evelyn’s mind upside down, especially on the night of her coronation. As the lords and ladies of the west cheered for her, the thought of who she would become and the choices she would have to make to protect herself, her house, and all the houses of the west scrambled about in her mind.
Two days later, a letter arrived for her.
Evelyn and her advisors gathered in the Grand Hall; the massive room was made of dark wood and stone, with high ceilings held up by wooden beams draped with the red and gold Lannister banners. Three arched cathedral windows, nearly as tall as the ceiling, overlook the entire city of Lannisport and allow a beautiful view of the summer sky.
Several wooden tables filled the space and at the end of the hall was a raised, stone dais, the roaring red and orange flames crackling behind it in a low gray and black fireplace. A red tapestry with a huge, gold lion hanging from the balcony above.
Her mother, Ceira, and the new commander of the Red Cloaks, Theodore Farman, son of Lord Farman of Fair Isle sat around the long, stone table on the platform, discussing the aftermath of the Battle at The Reach and how it could affect the houses who’d lost family in the fight.
“The entire Westlands and our family lost Jason and Tyland, House Broom and Brax lost sons, soldiers that were supposed to be protected, and now we expect them to continue aiding in Aegon’s war…doubt will flow.” Ceira spat, eying her daughter sincerely.
“It doesn’t mean the nobles will betray us, but it means we must make sure they don’t start leaning toward the Blacks and pulling their men from our ranks.” Theo chimes in, wearing that wise expression on his face Evelyn felt to be trustworthy.
It was clear Evelyn’s mother knew the ways of war, as did Theo. Ceira had been an advisor not only to her father Tymond but her brother Jason, and Theo was well-versed in ships and bloody battles. Theo and Evelyn had been best friends since they were kids, and she trusted these two people most in the world.
“Then our next task must be maintaining their faith in Aegon’s claim.”
A potential solution to Evelyn’s problem stormed through the double entrance to the Grand Hall in Maester Creylen’s hands, in the form of a scroll. The old man approached the table as they turned to look at him, silence filling the air.
“Lady Evelyn, a raven flew in from King’s Landing with this,” Creylen announced, holding up the coiled parchment.
Everyone held their breath in anticipation, acknowledging the seal, and waiting for Evelyn’s response. She wasn’t used to being in charge at all, but this was her life now.
“Please, Maester Creylen. Read it aloud.” Evelyn ordered and he quickly split and rolled the letter open.
“To the Lady Evelyn Lannister of House Lannister, on behalf of King Aegon, second of his name, we send congratulations for your recent coronation and condolences for your recent losses. As the new head of Lannister house, we pray for good fortune and health to you and your house.”
Creylen cleared his throat and continued. “In light of the unfortunate events that have unfolded, the King greatly appreciates the loyalty that House Lannister has shown him and offers a proposal to forge a permanent olive branch from our house to yours. A marriage proposal—.”
Creylen and Theo looked at Evelyn and she swallowed hard, anxiously squeezing her hands together under the table. Her throat turned bone dry as the thought of marriage was a sore subject between her and her mother, who was staring blankly across the room.
“Continue, Maester Creylen,” Ceira commanded and Evelyn shot her mother a look before giving Creylen a small nod in agreement.
His eyes snapped back to the paper and found where he left off. “—to Prince Aemond Targaryen. This union will strengthen our houses and bond our families forming unbreakable loyalty to one another. You would become a princess. This is a marvelous proposition that Prince Aemond, the King, and I all agreed upon. We patiently await your response in three days, my Lady. Signed, Alicent Hightower.”
Creylen let the paper spiral back together and handed it to Evelyn. She hesitantly took it from him, staring down at it and not saying a word. What could she say? Marrying…a Targaryen. Aemond Targaryen, known as the Kinslayer among his enemies, the Cruel Prince, and two years her junior.
Then again, this could be the salvation her house needed, to keep them all out of harm’s way. The Greens couldn’t cut ties and the houses that swore an oath to the Lannisters wouldn’t dare break it. Glory and power never meant anything to Evelyn, which was unlike a Lannister but she was ambitious and prideful. She couldn’t fail as a leader, she wouldn’t.
Creylen, Ceira, and Theo held their gaze glued to Evelyn, and she eventually glanced up at all of them.
“Speaking as your advisor, this could work in our favor. Speaking as your mother, this is an offer I hope you refuse.”
Evelyn snapped her head toward Ceira, confusion twisted across her face at her mother’s clenched jaw and piercing stare, surprised by what she said.
“You’ve always been adamant about me marrying a rich, powerful man. What’s changed, mother?”
“This is different. He is a Targaryen.” Ceira shook her head and turned away from her daughter.
The Lannisters never declined, graciously or otherwise. The Lannisters took what was offered—something her mother always said when telling her stories of their ancestors. It would make Evelyn think of how a caged lion devours any kind of food they were given and become stronger under its captor’s nose.
Evelyn met Theo’s eyes, their pretty blue-green pools filled with understanding and comfort, and he appeared to her as the best friend she’s known since childhood.
“Ceira, you have a good point but I think Evelyn could handle any man, even a Targaryen. Their marriage could be the answer to keeping the nobles in line.”
A small smirk curled at the corner of Evelyn's red-painted lips, her kind, brown eyes mesmerizing Theo, and a twinge of pain stung his heart from his agreement to the marriage.
It was no secret that he had loved Evelyn since they were children, more than friends, and everyone could tell by the way he would study her…like he was now. But their relationship had remained platonic and he accepted that she did not reciprocate his feelings.
“It is ultimately your decision, my Lady. What are you considering?” Maester Creylen asked.
There were an infinite amount of thoughts running through Evelyn’s mind. She had to make a choice that would change the path of her personal life and her house. Though many suitors have tried, she never wanted to marry and refused every single one.
None had made a lasting impression on her or made her want to alter her independence to start a family. This time was different though, as her mother pointed out earlier—her fate now decided the fate of hundreds.
“It’s certainly an intriguing offer. I couldn’t see myself marrying because it didn’t seem necessary until now. Remember how you told me that I wouldn’t be taken seriously as head of our house unless I had a man by my side, mother?” Evelyn’s strong tone demanded respect, even from her mother, and Ceira cut her eyes in Evelyn’s direction.
“Well, I’m starting to believe you were right. Though, that isn’t the only reason I’m considering accepting his hand. I have to protect our house and the houses that swore fealty to me. Yes, Targaryens are…unpredictable, but our house swore fealty to King Aegon, and we must honor that too. This offer at least gives us more—”
“Power.” Theo interrupted.
Evelyn grinned slightly, nervously yet proudly as she noticed the Lannister qualities shining in her leadership. Perhaps she couldn’t run from who she was anymore; her ideals and mannerisms were already changing.
“Precisely.” Evelyn received approving nods from Theo and Creylen but her mother’s sour demeanor lingered, shaking her head in disapproval. “I act out of strategy, mother. If it was any other man in Westeros, you would agree to it. That’s how I know it’s a good plan.”
“She’d be able to infiltrate Aegon’s council, know what he’s planning and act accordingly, whether it’s marching her armies toward or away from a fight. The King cannot execute his brother’s wife—this marriage is her shield.” Theo expressed, eyeing Ceira but she never made eye contact with them.
It was obvious Ceira wasn’t going to agree to this, but it was three against one. Evelyn would accept this proposal and hope for the best. Even Jason was once in this exact position and even he ignored their mother’s protest when he decided to ask for Rhaenyra Targaryen’s hand in marriage.
“Then it is settled—I will accept Aemond’s marriage proposal,” Evelyn announced.
“Lady Ceira, may I add that if Lady Evelyn was to refuse, the Greens could see it as betrayal, mayhaps even treason.” Maester Creylen added before meeting eyes with Evelyn. “I will fetch some paper and a quill, my Lady.”
Creylen turned on his heels and marched out of the Grand Hall, the muffled boom of the doors shutting behind him leaving awkward silence resonating in the room until Ceira abruptly stood to her feet and glared down at Evelyn.
“This is a death sentence. That family is chaotic and if you do this, it won’t end well. I wish to protect my only daughter.” Ceira pleaded, placing a gentle hand on top of Evelyn’s.
“Mother, he is rich and powerful, and marrying him will protect us all. I will be safe.”
“Please, take the night and sleep on it. If you haven’t changed your mind come morning, send your letter of acceptance.” A loving hand cupped Evelyn’s cheek, and her mother’s heavy gaze of worry locked onto her daughter; if she didn’t know any better, Evelyn thought her mother might cry. “My darling girl, be careful.”
No tears came out of Ceira’s glossy pupils as she tucked a loose piece of Evelyn’s golden-blonde hair behind her ear, lips pressing into a stern line.
“Okay, mother. I will mull it over tonight.” Evelyn agreed, and Ceira replied with a weak smile, sighing before she exited the room without another word.
Theo immediately got up from his seat, his wooden chair sliding back as he went around the table and approached Evelyn, kneeling beside her.
“What are you thinking, Eve?”
“I’m thinking that I made a wise choice to accept but I’m wondering what it’s going to cost me. I mean Targaryens are ruthless and impulsive—”
“It doesn’t sound like those traits worry you as much as they do your mother, my Lady,” Theo interjected, teasing her about the admiring tone in her voice as she described them.
Evelyn wouldn’t deny that the thought of being with a Targaryen was appealing, especially marrying the one-eyed Targaryen who rode the largest and oldest dragon in Westeros. It impressed Evelyn and thrillingly terrified her.
“Even though I would love to be against you marrying one of those dragon men,” Theo stood slowly and pulled Evelyn’s chair back, holding out his hand for her to take, “I truly believe you’re making a smart, bold move and you’ll play it well.”
Evelyn kindly took his hand and allowed him to help her stand to her feet. Theo had gotten very good at hiding his feelings and keeping them buried, but at times he would slip, similar to this moment when he couldn’t take his eyes off her. Scanning her features from her seductive, dark chocolate-colored eyes to her pouty, scarlet lips.
It took everything in him not to kiss her, as he dreamed to do for years. Instead, he leans closer to her, faces only an inch or two apart, and Evelyn’s heart sank, unsure of what he was doing.
“You are a born leader, Evelyn.” He whispered, lifting her hand and kissing her knuckles softly.
“Thank you, Theo.” She replied, subtly taking her hand from his and moving to the side to put some space between them. “I take great comfort in knowing I have a friend I can trust wholeheartedly.”
Evelyn’s words are a knife to the gut for him, but he hid his pain effortlessly and bowed to her, lowering his head. She never wished to hurt her friend or lose him, but she would never lie to him, and he was grateful for the honesty. Lies are useless.
“Shall I escort you to your room?” He asked respectfully, glancing up at her.
Evelyn nodded and began walking out of the Grand Hall to the large staircase with Theo behind her, her mind buzzing with the same question throughout the entire night: would she dare marry and start a family with Prince Aemond Targaryen?
Most of that night, Evelyn couldn’t sleep. She had this marriage proposal rattling her brain. There was no doubt that she should accept but why did her mother urge her to decline? It made entirely no sense.
The one person that consistently made her feel small and less than for being unwed was her mother. Now that it’s a Targaryen offering his hand, her mother backs down, even though it could destroy House Lannister if Evelyn refused.
The pros beat the cons, and as a leader, Evelyn had to be willing to sacrifice everything to protect her house and bannermen. There was a chance it could all end tragically, but she was convinced that she could handle it. Gaining the support of those who supported her brother Jason had given Evelyn the confidence to trust herself in this new role and she was determined to run with it.
In the morning, Evelyn sat at her desk and wrote to Alicent, accepting the marriage proposal to Prince Aemond Targaryen. After giving Creylen the letter to send off to King’s Landing, Ceira was curious why Evelyn didn’t change her mind, explaining that she didn't want her daughter married to a dangerous man.
Yes, Aemond had an infamous reputation, but it didn’t scare Evelyn, it enticed her more. Most people hate Lannisters, and gossip about how they’re liars and have no honor. Lannisters kill ambitiously too; the Targaryens weren’t so different from her own house. Besides Evelyn having the golden mane of a lion and the last name, she was unlike most Lannisters. Aemond could be different than most Targaryens.
She wouldn’t judge him before the meeting. Speculating and assuming what their life together will be before it begins would only hurt her in the future. Evelyn wouldn’t allow her mother to make her fear her choices, and bear negative notions. She needed to believe in herself now more than ever.
Two nights later, Evelyn received a letter from King Aegon II, explaining that he and his brother would arrive at Casterly Rock on dragonback the following afternoon. Queen Alicent would arrive the day after on ship with the Hand of the King, Otto, and a few members of the Kingsguard.
Excitement and fear stirred inside her. Her betrothed would be at her home tomorrow and everything was about to change.
In the mid-morning, Evelyn ran around the Rock like a chicken with her head cut off in preparation for King Aegon II and Prince Aemond’s arrival. She wanted to throw a feast in their honor, and ensure a clear space for their dragons to land and rest comfortably during their stay.
“I want men at the south of the Rock to help the dragons land and have the King and Prince escorted across the bridge into the Lion’s Mouth. There shall be two of our guards posted at their bedchambers at all times until members of the Kingsguard arrive.”
“Yes, my Lady,” Theo answered, bowing before treading outside the main entrance of the castle and down the great stone stairway.
With her heart pounding in her chest, Evelyn glanced around the foyer of her home. It was a square room with the highest ceiling in the entire castle and three large golden chandeliers hanging to light it. The main staircase took up most of the room, leaving a narrow hallway to the left leading to the banquet hall, with three other doors that led to the dungeons, barracks, and storerooms. The doors into the Grand Hall directly behind her.
Patiently she waited but was nonetheless desperate for Aemond to arrive soon. It would be nice to get the initial meeting out of the way soon and rid herself of the butterflies swarming her belly. In the meantime, there were tasks to be sorted.
“Tabitha!” She shouted. A door slammed shut nearby upstairs and a short, brunette girl scurried down the wide, grand staircase lined with golden banisters, passing the stone lion statues at the bottom, and bowed upon greeting Evelyn.
“Yes, Lady Evelyn?”
“I would like for Yelena and Dahlia to serve King Aegon and Prince Aemond while they are visiting. Make sure they are attentive.”
“Of course, m’Lady,” Tabitha nodded, “and might I add that you look marvelous in that dress. The Prince will be unable to take his eyes off you, I’m sure.”
Evelyn blushed and smiled at her handmaiden before the young girl turned and headed back up the wide stone stairs. The dress was a red and gold gown that hung off her shoulders and accentuated her collarbones and breasts, a gold silk belt loosely around her waist. It was her favorite dress.
“Are you expecting love at first sight? In that dress, all there will be is lust.”
Evelyn rolled her eyes, hearing the disparaging tone that surrounded those cold, spiteful words, knowing it was her mother even before she turned around to see her exiting the Grand Hall.
“Could you please not ruin today? I am going to marry Prince Aemond, mother, and you will have to accept and respect that.”
Ceira sauntered closer to her child, staring deeply into her eyes as she pinched Evelyn’s chin between her fingers, focusing Evelyn’s gaze on the pained look sprawled on her face.
“He is a weapon, a killer, Evelyn. Do not forget it. A dragon may take orders and let you ride it, but that will not change its nature.”
Furiously, Evelyn swatted her mother’s hand from her face, taking a step back.
“Enough, mother. I understand you want to protect me, but not following my lead will only put me in danger.” She shook her head, disappointed at her mother’s cruelty, and sighed. “Your barraging will not change anything. Targaryens are ruthless but so are Lannisters. Dragons and lions; only a beast can deal with another beast.”
Evelyn swiftly turned on her heels and stormed off to the main entrance, the cool air hitting her in the face as she stepped outside into the enormous rocky cavern, breathing heavily and calming the anger bubbling due to her mother’s criticism.
If she wants me to rule greatly, she thought, why does she fight against my decisions?
Evelyn shrugged off the bad energy, gazing over the colossal Rock and Lannisport with pride, admiring her homeland. Although she craved Ceira’s support, it didn’t matter whether she had it or not. The Westlands would benefit from the union, even if Evelyn found herself unhappy by it, but it didn’t do her any good to be pessimistic.
The sandy blue sky filled with soft, white clouds floating overhead, there’s a stillness in the land similar to hard stone as if the world stopped spinning for those few peaceful minutes. It wasn’t until a shrill cry pierced the air, unlike anything she’s heard before, followed by a deep, rumbling call that shook the foundation of the Rock beneath her.
The cries rattled her eardrums again, closer now, and Evelyn searched the sky for the source when darkness clouded the land, a shadow casting over the castle as an enormous, dark creature flew over Casterly Rock, nearly blocking the sun from its massive body and long wingspan.
It was the most remarkable beast she’d ever seen, majestic and frightening all at once, leaving her in amazement as she watched a second dragon come behind the first one. This one is smaller than the first but much more beautiful and radiant. Shining like beaten gold in the sunlight, gleaming in the wake of the darker and larger beast, the golden dragon flew past it and swiftly landed on a hill of Rock far in the distance behind the watchtower mount.
The obsidian dragon caught up and landed with a loud and heavy ‘boom!’, igniting another ear-splitting screech from the golden-pink one as if it was alerting everyone of their arrival. There wasn’t anything as miraculous as dragons. Evelyn had never seen one in the flesh before and the sight of them made the hairs on the back of her neck stand to attention.
A few red cloaks swarm in front of the beasts but at a safe distance. They snarl and screech at the Lannister men until Aegon and Aemond command their dragons in Valyrian, carefully coming down from their saddles as the dragons lower their bodies to the ground. Evelyn could see their platinum hair from where she stood, eyeing the cloaks as they led them in her direction.
This was it. He was here.
Several minutes later, six Lannister men in their armor marched past the beacon the maesters used as a rookery and onto the stone bridge that led to the bottom of the wide stairway with Aegon and Aemond in the middle with two more Lannister men behind them. Evelyn took a deep breath, waiting as they headed up the stairs.
“Lady Evelyn, I present to you King Aegon Targaryen, second of his name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm, and Prince Aemond Targaryen,” Theo announced as they reached the Lion’s Mouth.
Evelyn’s men part to the sides of her, exposing the white-haired men. The one on the left was shorter than the other, stocky-built, with greasy and choppy hair, wearing a black metal crown with a ruby in front, and smirked as he looked at the commander of the Lannister armies.
“Impressive.” Aegon snorted, his deep, purple eyes flicking from Theo to Evelyn, trailing over her figure.
The one on the right was tall, slim with broad shoulders, with very long, straight hair in a half ponytail, and wearing a lengthy black coat and a brown leather eyepatch over his left eye, a prominent line of scar tissue above and below it. His right eye, dazzling pale violet and visible, never strayed from Evelyn.
“Welcome to Casterly Rock, your Grace, and my Lord.” She graciously bowed, watching the two white-haired men stare her up and down. “What a pleasure it is to have you both here. For the duration of your stay, my home is your home.”
“The pleasure is ours, Lady Evelyn,” Aemond replied, his raspy but sultry soft-spoken tone ringing sweetly in her ears.
The air thickened as they gazed at one another. Arms folded behind his back, his poised stance, his soft thin lips pressed together, Evelyn was taking in all of him. She was surprised that he was more handsome than she imagined, with this shroud of mystery clinging to him and it was intense to be near it. Is this what attraction feels like?
Aegon, noticeably aware of the flirty glances his brother and betrothed were exchanging, stepped closer to her and took her hand in his, shifting Evelyn’s gaze to her King.
“Indeed it is.” He bent over and kissed the back of her hand, meeting Evelyn’s eyes with a cocky grin curled on his plump, heart-shaped lips.
Cautiously, she returned a smile for his lovely gesture though it felt strange as if it was a pompous show of power. Regardless, Evelyn would treat the King with respect. Aegon let go of her hand and took a step back next to Aemond, leaning into his brother.
“Nyke ivestretan ao, lēkia. Se olvie gevie ābra isse Vesteros. Ao enkagon nyke.” The Valyrian words spilled from Aegon’s lips elegantly as he stared Evelyn up and down, and it was the most beautiful language she’s ever heard. Magnificent poetry.
“Hmm.” Aemond hummed in his throat, gaze still glued to her.
Even under their purple spotlights, Evelyn had confidence that Aemond was admiring. She didn’t intimidate easily; there was pride and self-assurance in her heart. Aemond was dangerously perceptive, and upon meeting Evelyn, she was quickly reassuring him of his decision to marry her.
Never did he imagine receiving a choking warmth in his chest when he came here to meet her since he initially agreed to wed her because he always honored duty, and was willing to sacrifice what he needed to protect his family. This appeared to be anything but sacrifice, perhaps a future he saw himself wanting.
“Let’s head inside, shall we?” Evelyn nodded to Theo and he rushed to open the double doors that led into the foyer. “Now the castle can be tricky to navigate but you’ll have two of my guards with each of you to help.”
“This place is a lot bigger than it looks from the outside,” Aegon mentioned, looking around as Aemond did.
Tabitha came down the stairs with Yelena and Dahlia trailing behind. Aegon was entirely captivated by Evelyn but soon turned his attention to Yelena’s fiery red curly hair. Aemond, however, had a fixed gaze on his bride-to-be. This rosy aura illuminated her, and her long golden curls leaked sunshine into a cold, dark world, and he imagined what her wide pink lips would feel like against his.
“Yelena and Dahlia will be your serving girls for your stay. They will show you to your rooms now, and then once you both have settled in, the guards will bring you down for the feast, in honor of your arrival.” Evelyn instructed.
“Excellent, māzīs!” Aegon shouted, waltzing toward Yelena and putting his arm around her shoulder, pulling her with him as they headed to the staircase.
Dahlia immediately went after them up the stairs, and Evelyn slowly looked over at Aemond. Their eyes met and her chest tightened, with her heart thumping uncontrollably, but maintaining her collected composure all the same.
It’s as if they wished to say something to one another but neither could muster up a word. The heated tension was thick enough to slice with a knife. She noticed that when it came to flirting, Aegon was brash and Aemond was timorous. Evelyn didn’t see a reason for him to be reserved, but Aemond did; secretly fearful that he frightened her.
She wasn’t afraid in the least. She was charmed by his tender good looks and humble disposition. A soft, amorous smirk danced on her lips, defining her high cheekbones and angelic dark brown eyes that never broke contact with the prince. Aemond casually balled his fists, his palms dampening and throat drying tremendously.
This has never happened to him and he was in pure disbelief. Unknowing how to respond, Aemond blinked and gave Evelyn a respectful nod before strutting toward the stairs, leading with his chest and shoulders, and his hair lusciously swishing side to side. He was getting flustered by her.
To her, he seemed guarded or uninterested. Evelyn didn’t want to believe this attraction was one-sided, but the way he stormed off had her marked with doubt. Four guards went along with Aemond, leaving Theo and Tabitha with Lady Evelyn.
“I told you, m’Lady. He was enraptured by your beauty.” Tabitha said as she stood at Evelyn’s side.
“Is that what you saw? It seemed as if he accepted the proposal but didn't intend to be truly married.” Evelyn sighed, unable to hide her disappointment well.
“Anyone would be lucky to have you as their wife, Eve. He should be grateful.” Theo sharply interjected, forcing their heads to turn and look at him.
Tabitha simply rolled her eyes in disgust and Evelyn gave him a friendly smile, but quickly eyed the stairs, confused about how to approach things with Aemond. There was something about him she couldn’t shake which meant she couldn’t give up easily.
“I’m going to my room to change for dinner,” Evelyn stated, swiftly heading up the stairs with Tabitha following closely on her heels.
“Wait- you’re not keeping on that dress?”
She stopped in her tracks, turning to face Tabitha, distress in her eyes.
“I hoped, perhaps, a different gown might-” Evelyn breathed, cutting off her panicked words to resist saying what she wanted, but Tabitha understood without them.
“I will help you, m’Lady. Pick out what you want to wear and I’ll come to your room in a few minutes.”
A green silk gown, long and flowing to the floor, off-shoulder, short sleeves attaching a loose strip of the fabric dipping across her chest below a clutter of gold jewels between her breasts. Evelyn decided on this dress for dinner and hoped it would delight him to see her in his house colors.
“This dress is marvelous as well, m’Lady,” Tabitha noted as she laced Evelyn’s black corset in the back.
“Mayhaps he’ll notice…”
Tabitha placed a comforting hand on Evelyn’s shoulder before gathering the dress from the bed and assisting her into the silk fabric. This was the first time Evelyn cared about a man’s opinion of her. She craved to impress him. Even something as silly as a dress mattered to her because she assumed it could matter to him.
“Don’t worry yourself, Lady Evelyn. I don’t believe there’s a man or woman in Westeros that could resist your charm.”
Her cheeks bloomed deep red as she grinned at Tabitha’s comment when a knock came at the door.
“Yes?” She called out.
The double doors opened inward slightly and one of Evelyn’s guards stepped in.
“My Lady, Prince Aemond is here to see you.”
A brief pause filled the air as Evelyn inhaled sharply, terror and exhilaration choking her words back until Tabitha gave her hand a light squeeze and then resumed making her adjustments to Evelyn’s dress in the back.
“You may send him in.” With her heart racing against her chest, she spoke serenely, and the guard nodded, stepping back and continuing to hold the door open as Aemond came into the frame.
Evelyn gave him a welcoming smile, gazing at the tall, mystifying man radiating this deliciously sinister aura, and the room stills as if it was solely she and him in that room. Aemond, captivated by her dark eyes again, was suddenly able to form words.
“Hello, my Lady.”
“My lord. Apologies, I would bow but I don’t want to interrupt Tabitha’s work.”
“You changed your dress?” He questioned, stepping closer, large hands at his sides.
She studied his confusion, surprised by the inquiry. His eye trailed down her dress, admiring the shimmer of emerald green against her fair skin, how it hugged her curves in all the right places, minuscule dimples appearing at the corners of his mouth.
He never noticed her doing the same thing to him; flitting her curious gaze up his leather fitted tunic and belt, taking in his sturdy shoulders and pronounced jawline. There wasn’t a man in Westeros that made her body tingle, ever; certainly not by their looks alone, until him. It was an unfathomable sensation but roused her immensely.
When his eye returned to her face, Evelyn looked forward, grinning to herself. Tabitha couldn’t even hold back a smile as she watched Evelyn and Aemond’s desire bloom before her eyes, braiding a few strands of Evelyn’s hair on the left side.
“I decided to change for dinner. I’d been wearing the red one all day and wanted to freshen up.” Evelyn lied smoothly.
“Hmm,” Aemond hummed. “Well, green is as enchanting on you as red is.”
That got her to look his way, silent stares at each other as she smiled sweetly, crimson warmth spreading in her cheeks. He licked and bit his lower lip lightly, catching how she glowed when she smiled, his blood pumping loudly in his ears.
“Thank you, my lord.”
“It has come to my attention that I may have given you the wrong impression about our arrangement.” He gradually stepped a little closer, only about a few inches away from her when he paused.
Evelyn muddled over his words, thinking about how only one other person in the room knew about her uncertainty about Aemond’s intentions and that was Tabitha. Theo wouldn’t say a word about her to Aemond. She shot Tabitha a glaring look and her lady-in-waiting widened her eyes, quietly moving across the room to retrieve a gemmed headband.
A deep, hearty chuckle burst from Aemond’s mouth, grinning cheekily as Evelyn turned her entire body to face him, giggling under her breath with him. His laugh was infectious, and she knew that Tabitha had good intentions in everything she did.
“What did my dear Tabitha say to you exactly?” She unknowingly strolled closer to him, tilting her chin up to look at him, visibly noting the height difference between them.
“Not much. She only asked me if I intended to get to know you. It told me enough.” Aemond stated. “I told her that I wished to give us a chance. I didn’t say much before because you…stunned me.”
“Well, I could say the same about you.” She glanced to the floor before seductively peering up at him with a bewitching smile.
“You are much more than what I was expecting, my Lady,” Aemond cooed. “My brother mentioned that you were said to be the most beautiful woman in Westeros, and even that is an understatement.”
It was becoming difficult for Evelyn to speak or even breathe properly, hearing her handsome fiancée compliment her so brazenly and confirming this intense attraction existed on both sides of this relationship. It was euphoric, similar to being in the same space as him.
“You are too kind, my Lord. I’ve never met a man as good-looking as you in Westeros. Seems as though we may be a good match.”
His alluring smile gave Evelyn a secure feeling. There was a possible connection between them. She raised her hand cautiously toward him, tangling her dainty finger in the ends of his hair that hung down his chest, placing her hand gently against him.
This was impulsive. Evelyn had been holding back the urge to touch him, but it didn’t appear that was necessary any longer. Beneath her fingertips, he felt warm and familiar, solid and safe. She partially yearned to cling to his shirt and bury her face in the curve of his neck, never letting go.
“Indeed it does,” Aemond breathed, studying her lips and holding back his urges. “May I escort you to the feast?”
“Yes. Yes, I would like that very much.”
“Oh, wait—” Tabitha chipped in, and Evelyn’s hand fell to her side.
Evelyn and Aemond turned to look at her simultaneously, eyes wide, realizing they’d forgotten she was in the room beside the bed the whole time. She rushed over to Evelyn with a vine headband, gold gems sparsely placed along it.
“A few final touches…” Tabitha whispered, placing the headdress on Evelyn, tucking it behind her ears, and clipping the hair back with it. “Done. She’s all yours, Prince Aemond.”
“Technically, you’ll be escorting me given my unfamiliarity with the castle.” Aemond joked with Evelyn as Tabitha backed away proudly to give them their space.
Aemond turned to the side and put out his arm, glancing down at his future wife.
“I will lead you well, my prince. I promise.” She kindly wrapped her arm around his.
“Hmm, I don’t doubt it.”
They share flirtatious glances before leaving her chambers with the guards.
As they walked down the upper keep’s corridor covered in dark red wallpaper, wooden doors, and oil paintings lining it, the nobles leaving their quarters bowed to Evelyn and Aemond, acknowledging the royal union. The support of her bannerman echoed clearly and it meant everything to Lady Evelyn.
“A question I’ve been wanting to ask is what is it like to ride a dragon? Especially one such as Vhagar.” Evelyn asked as they went down the stairs and rounded the corner.
“Indescribable. It’s unlike anything imaginable and freeing. Vhagar is powerful, and riding her makes me feel invincible sometimes.”
Approaching the doors, red cloaks standing on either side opened them, revealing a full view of the banquet hall. Servants and cooks are walking amongst the abundance of wooden tables covered with red cloths, surrounded by benches and chairs. Carefully, they laid various appetizers on them and pitchers filled with wine.
Stone archways and posts lined the walls, dividing them from the center room with tables beneath them. A huge gold chandelier hung in the middle of the room, and golden candlesticks scattered around the room. The majority of the nobles were already seated with a few stragglers still flooding in.
Evelyn took Aemond to the back of the room where there was a set of tiny stone steps leading up to a platform. In the middle was a stone stage with flowers scattered at the front of it and a stone table behind it. There are three archways; red and gold banners with gold Lannisters sigils on them in each one and three stone lion statues in the center of the posts.
Three white stone chairs at the table, and Evelyn takes her seat in the middle, with Aemond sitting to her left. An uproar of chatting voices filled the hall and Evelyn noticed when Theo joined in and guarded the doors. Ceira entered shortly after with Jason’s widow Johanna and her kids—Cerelle, Tyshara, and Loreon. Once she spotted her daughter next to the one-eyed man, she urgently strutted to their table.
“Hello, mother. This is Prince Aemond Targaryen.” Evelyn introduced him as Ceira stopped in front of the stage.
“A pleasure to meet you, Prince Aemond.”
Evelyn kept her guard up, afraid of what kind of unbecoming things her mother might say to Aemond but hoping she had the common sense to be respectful.
“A pleasure to meet you as well. Thank you for welcoming my brother and me into your home.”
“Ah, yes, the King is here. Will he be joining us?” Ceira pressed.
“Uh—yes, he should be here momentarily,” Aemond stated, picking up his cup and taking a sip.
Ceira smiled, and nodded, returning to the table beside the steps on the left with Johanna. The violinist in the back corner played a joyful melody as more food was brought out. A large pig sat between Aemond and Evelyn. He cut up a few pieces and put them on her plate.
“Is your brother truly coming?” Concern bubbled in her tone, worried the King wasn’t adjusting well to the castle.
There’s a pause between them, Aemond’s attention stuck for a few seconds, cutting slowly until his eye snapped back to the charred meat.
“Yes, he’ll be here. My brother likes to make an entrance.” He slid pieces of pork on his plate, taking another sip of wine but viciously glaring across the room. “Is that the commander of your armies guarding the door, with black hair?”
Evelyn tilted her head up and looked at Theo by the door frame, arms behind his back and brows furrowed, staring off into the distance. He looked slightly upset, but he wasn’t making eye contact with anyone.
“Yes, it is. Why?”
“He was watching us, intensely, like he’s been put out. Have you two ever…?”
“No, no!” Evelyn's head snapped in Aemond’s direction, rushing to explain. “It’s not like that. We’ve been strictly friends since we were kids, and that’s all.”
Aemond, nonchalantly chewing, nodded his head. She took a sip from her glass, worried about the impression Theo was giving Aemond under her nose, and she urged to correct the situation.
“I’ve never…been that close with anyone.” She confessed quietly, but loud enough for Aemond to hear her.
He met her eyes, disguising his surprise, and nodded softly, his large hand caressing hers resting on the table. Warm, thick fingertips encased hers, a loving squeeze of reassurance for her to know that Aemond believed in her purity.
“I understand, my Lady.”
The doors suddenly opened with a loud boom, the buzzing chatter lowers in volume as Aegon marched into the banquet hall.
“King Aegon Targaryen, second of his name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm.” One of the guards called into the room.
Does he need a long introduction when he comes into every room? Evelyn thought to herself.
It was quite repetitive, but the egoistical grin on Aegon’s face said enough. He ate the attention up as everyone stood and bowed as he passed by their seats. He moved toward the back, up the steps, and sat next to Evelyn.
“Brother. Lady Evelyn. What have I missed?” Aegon murmured, brushing his hand along her arm as he sat down.
“Nothing at all, Your Grace. They brought the roast out a few minutes ago.” She ignored the hair-raising touch and took his plate, holding it as Aemond cut pieces of it for Aegon.
“The food smells extraordinary.” Aegon grabbed his plate from her as she handed it back, placing it down in front of him. “Your scent is significantly better, my Lady.”
He whispered it low enough that only Evelyn could hear and she grinned respectfully at him, watching him stuff his mouth and drink wine. It was odd, his compliment, but she took it in stride, not wanting to read too much into it.
The rest of the evening was delightful. There was laughter, full bellies, and drunken chatter at each table. Aemond and Evelyn couldn’t stop talking and laughing with one another, their eyes glimmering with passionate wonder when they locked.
Aegon, drunk as he was, joined the pleasant conversation between Evelyn and his brother, revealing to her some embarrassing and dangerous mischief they would get up to as children. She giggled aside Aegon’s belly laughing with Aemond blushing and chuckling with them.
Looking at the boys, the joyous energy made her feel welcomed into their family already. It didn’t even bother her when Aegon chugged the rest of his cup and placed his hand on Evelyn’s shoulder casually. He continued telling, rather shouting, stories about their thieving adventures as adolescents.
Aemond didn’t notice; he was roaring with laughter and rebutting certain statements Aegon claimed to be true. Evelyn figured it was a friendly touch, or perhaps he was too drunk and no longer self-aware, but she chose to not ruin this moment by misreading the King.
Soon enough, Aegon passed out with his head on the table. The room emptied steadily as some of the nobles exited the hall for bed.
“I should take him to bed,” Aemond stated, standing from his chair and taking her hand. “Have a goodnight, Lady Evelyn.”
He leaned down and kissed her knuckles, two gentle kisses, and she unconsciously pressed her thighs together, hairs standing on her arms. They stare into each other’s eyes with longing, neither wanting the night to end. Playful grins on their lips, he slowly let go of her hand and strolled around to Aegon.
He picked up his brother with ease, putting one of Aegon’s arms around his neck, and slowly left the hall, holding the King up by his waist. Evelyn sighed, goosebumps fading from her skin.
He fascinated her and electrified her to the core. The sparks that erupted inside her whenever he was near or touched her felt unreal, and it terrified her how fast it happened. They only just met and this burning hunger she’d never experienced before stirred intensely.
She was falling hard for Aemond.
There wasn’t a man that crossed Evelyn’s path that could charm her, that made her feel the way Aemond made her feel inside. It was unexplainable, nearly fictitious in her mind; pushing her every impulse and driving her to act on her desires.
When she went back to her room, Tabitha helped her undress completely. As Evelyn stood there nude, thinking of Aemond, an idea came to mind and she questioned whether it was too daring or pathetic in taste.
“Tabitha, please bring me my short peach robe.”
“Do you want the nightgown as well, m’Lady?” Tabitha soon walked back with the robe in hand.
“No, just the robe.”
Evelyn slipped her arms into the puffy sleeves as Tabitha covered her in the thick mesh linen, tying it closed under her bust with the attached string of fabric; not transparent but left a little less to the imagination. She brushed out Evelyn’s hair, braiding it all to one side before bowing and heading to the door.
“Have a goodnight, Tabi.”
“You as well, m’Lady,” Tabitha said, leaving the room, smiling to herself.
This is crazy, she debated in her head, but what’s life without risks?
Taking a deep breath, she traipsed across to the door on her bare feet and closed it behind her as she went into the hallway. The guards tried to go with her but she ordered them to stay put. Evelyn traveled to the left wing keep, silently skipping on the balls of her feet until she got to Aemond’s room.
“Please let the Prince know I’m here to see him.” She told the guards and they complied, knocking on the door before opening it.
“Prince Aemond, Lady Evelyn is here to see you.”
“Let her in.” There is no hesitation in his reply. His smoky voice resounded outside the door, unyielding and alluring to her.
The guards part, creating a wide path for Evelyn to walk through, soon closing the doors after she entered. Aemond sat at the desk along the nearest wall, holding loose parchment in his hand until she came close into view.
He thanked the gods in his head for blessing him with the most ethereal fiancé as he took a good look up her body—from her ravishing legs to the hem of her robe rested just below her curvaceous hips, over her defined collarbones and lovely neck—and his eye expanded in awe from the depth of her beauty.
“Hello, my Lord.” She said softly.
“Hello, my Lady.” He set the paper down on the table, standing up and moving away from the wooden furniture.
It took a moment before Evelyn stepped closer, reducing the distance between them and flicking her eyes around the room anxiously, figuring out what to say next.
“How are you settling in?”
“Very well, my Lady, thank you. Your home is as breathtaking as you are.” Aemond said, lust dripping in his low voice.
There was no hiding the happiness in her heart when he complimented her. Her smile and the way her face lit up like the sun showed him how truly beautiful she was and he wanted to express how he admired that any time he could.
He was irrevocably falling for her charms.
“If I may say, I believe you and I are past formalities, don’t you think?” Evelyn asked, taking graceful steps toward him. “From now on, I could just call you Aemond and you can call me Evelyn, or Eve or Evie, whichever you prefer.”
“I like Evelyn.” He cooed, and her cheeks raised to her eyes, planting herself about a foot away from him. “So, tell me…to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”
“Right, well I- I had an amazing time with you tonight.” She confessed hesitantly, building up her courage and inhaling his vanilla almond scent wafting up her nose.
“As did I.” His low voice reverberated around the room. “The most fun I’ve had in a long while.”
“Good…good, I’m glad,” Evelyn muttered, suddenly getting weak in the knees as they stared at the lustful haze in each other’s eyes.
She pressed her lips in a hard line, searching for the words to say. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, she thought, Aemond is your fiancé now. He has shown clear signs that he’s not upset with their union and has flirted with her all evening. Just be honest.
“Okay, look…I’ve never really done this sort of thing before, but I sense this connection between us and I don’t know if I’m imagining it or if it’s real.” She explained, gingerly untying the string around her in a way that left Aemond completely unaware of what she was doing while pinching the robe closed with her fist. “I don’t want to hide from what I’m feeling or what I want.”
His brows furrowed together, confused by her words, his pink lips parted to say his piece when Evelyn dropped her hand and let her robe fall open. Pushing the fabric off her shoulders and arms, her eyes never shifted from Aemond’s face as it fell to the floor around her, leaving her bare and naked for him to see.
“I want you.” She breathed, biting back her trepidation, her chest rising and falling dramatically.
She stood with courage, but still worried he might reject her. Not because of her appearance; a blind man could see how Aemond practically drooled at the sight of her bare form, soaking in the delicious curves of her hips and brazenly exposed breasts.
His lips still parted but no sound came out of his mouth, his eyes trailing over her perfect body with his fingers twitching at his sides. Evelyn worried that intense attraction wouldn’t be enough and her feelings were one-sided.
“Please…say something.” She whispered, desperation seeping from her voice.
Aemond, infatuated with her, didn’t say a word. He looked to the ground, licking his lips and smirking to himself until he flicked his eye back up at her, his mouth in a fine line, clenching his jaw.
He sauntered closer to her, gazing over her as if she was the most prized treasure he was itching to get his hands on. She held her breath as he began circling her, pausing at her back. His towering body made her dizzy, the heat of his breath on her shoulder as his head lowered stirred the growing ache in her belly she’s had all evening.
Evelyn closed her eyes, timid and eager, mentally preparing to be wrong about her doubt, for him to claim her, but Aemond bent down to the floor and picked up her robe. He stood and unfolded it, holding it up at her side. Her eyes opened and she turned her head to him, catching the tender gleam in his eye.
Disheartened, she looked down to the ground and slipped her arm into the sleeve. Aemond covered her back with it and helped her put her other arm in. Evelyn swiftly pinned the robe closed with her hand.
“Right…uhm- I misread what was happening between us. I made a mistake and moved too quickly. My impulses and impatience got the best of me,” she babbled as she turned around and lifted her head, “so I took a chance. I get that you don’t want to, I get that. I’m sorry to have disturbed you, I’m- I’ll just leave.”
She marched past him, humiliated and ready to storm out of the room until Aemond grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back toward him.
“Wait, please.” He pleaded, “Don’t go.”
“You- what?” Her brows scrunched together, her lips parted and her nostrils flared. Her feelings were confusing enough as it is, and now she had to understand his too.
“I don’t want you to go because you didn’t make a mistake, Evelyn. Our connection, it’s real. I feel it too.” He pulled her against him with ease, placing her under his chin. “I’m sorry I have such trouble communicating how I feel.”
“I’m sure deciphering them will get easier for me with time.” She cooed, his thumb leaving affectionate circles on her arm as he held her to him, allowing her to admire the deep creases of his cheekbones and chiseled jawline.
“Hmm.” He raised a hand and pinched her chin between his fingers, forcing her to meet his eye. “Listen to me when I say I want to you, bad, especially now you’ve teased me.”
With a playful grin on her lips, she snickered, and the side of his mouth curled up.
“The reason we’re not having sex tonight is that I would like to wait until our wedding night.”
His hands fell, letting her go, but he didn’t move away and she remained pressed to him.
“May I ask why that is?” Evelyn couldn’t help but be surprised at the fact that he was holding off. Since he was younger than her, she expected him to be more eager than her.
“I- I want to protect your virtue and I want it to be special for you…it would be cruel to salvage it for my benefit. You only get one first time.” He explained with sincerity in his tone and gaze.
He wasn't anything like she imagined. This man, who was known as a monster, wasn’t a monster with her. His thoughtfulness and consideration for her made her heart swell. It was in those words she knew he was made for her. She nodded, blushing vividly.
“Well, thank you, Aemond…but how long will I have to wait exactly?”
He smiled widely, showing all the dimples on his face, thrilled by her candor.
“It’s our wedding. We can have it whenever we want. We could have it within the week if you’d like.”
“What about tomorrow?” She blurted out.
“You want to marry me tomorrow?” He asked, raising his right eyebrow in astonishment.
“Do you want to marry me tomorrow?”
“Yes, I do.” He stared at her earnestly, his words full of conviction.
Her heart fell to her stomach in disbelief at how assured he was to be tied to her. They’d only met today and it felt as though they’d been a part of each other for a long time. She reached out her hand and gripped his fingers tight.
When Aemond felt her fingers, he flinched; he’s not been touched with such tenderness since he was a child. He wasn’t a stranger to a woman’s touch and felt their hands all over his body but her touch made him feel at home like he belonged with her.
“Then, it’s a date. We marry tomorrow…will your mother be upset that we aren’t having the wedding in King’s Landing?” She sweetly brushed her thumb over his tough knuckles.
“You’re the bride, we should marry in your home. It doesn’t matter what she wants.” He insisted, raising their conjoined hands and kissing her fingers delicately, inhaling the rose perfume scent that came from her wrist. “As long as it’s not too much for you to plan in a day.”
“Oh, not at all. I was born to plan events, and I can draw up some ideas tonight before bed. It will be perfect.” She giggled, excitement coursing through her veins. “Tomorrow, it is.”
Aemond lowered their hands and their bodies stilled, savoring the peace in each other’s presence. Evelyn, content as she was, didn’t want to overstay her welcome.
“Well, I should let you get some rest. Goodnight, Aemond.” She waited for him to release her hand but he didn’t, and even when she attempted to pull away, he resisted and tugged her back near him.
“Stop trying to run away from me.” He demanded calmly, moving close enough to her that she was pressed to his torso again. “I know I said we can’t sleep together yet, but that doesn't mean we can’t spend time talking and perhaps doing this…”
His words faded out as Aemond leaned his head down, curling his long finger under her chin, and tilted her face up. Without warning, he planted his lips on hers softly, sliding his hand along her collar and caressing the side of her neck in his palm.
The butterflies in her stomach fluttered uncontrollably and her wide brown eyes eventually closed as everything else fell away, moving her lips lithely against his, melting into his touch. His lips, tender and supple as she imagined, sent electricity through her veins and the kiss deepened.
It’s full of passion and hunger, desperate for their first taste of one another. Aemond slipped his tongue between her lips, tasting the warm mixture of strawberry pie and arbor red in each other’s mouths, and she curled her free arm around his thin waist to keep him stuck to her, letting her robe fall open.
It was dizzying, and though this wasn’t her first kiss, it was the best. His experience was far greater than her own, evident in how he captured her mouth, sweeping his tongue over every inch of her mouth, and moaning reverently into her.
It sent vibrations through her body, prodding the growing ache between her legs and tingling in her toes. She let out an involuntary whimper, digging her fingernails into his tunic, showing him that she truly craved him, the first man she’d ever felt this way about.
Aemond slowly lifted his head and separated their lips, looking down at Evelyn blindly searching for his lips until her eyes fluttered open. She pouted playfully and he chuckled, tucking a loose strand of golden hair behind her ear.
“Have I done well convincing you to stay?”
Evelyn nodded vigorously and he continued laughing at her enthusiastic smile, one that lifted his soul and melted his icy heart instantly. Around everyone else, he remained quietly dangerous and stoic, but when he was around her, he felt alive and couldn’t hold back his enthusiasm from her intoxicating presence.
“C’mere, beautiful.”
Aemond led her by the hand toward the bed and they sat up against the pile of pillows along the headboard. They talked, mostly about dragons and their childhoods; laughing and making out a lot. At one point, Aemond was halfway on top of her while they were kissing and laying in the bed, but restrained himself from breaking his vow.
She did not make it easy for him. Every time his hand roamed over her stomach and down her bare hip, or whenever her fingers would tangle in his hair and brush the back of his neck, he held back from following through on all the sexual, intrusive thoughts he wanted to do to her.
The willpower of his need to do right by her helped him and secretly, she hoped he would disregard it all, but he stuck to his word the whole night.
Hours passed, and Evelyn’s head laid on Aemond’s chest, romantically twisting their fingers together as their connected hands hovered over her face, resting in the tranquility they created around themselves as they chatted about the wedding. His other arm folded around her waist in a loving embrace.
“My mother told me she would give me her wedding dress when I marry but now, I’m not so sure.” She confessed, sighing, thinking of how her mother rejected Aemond without a second thought.
“She appeared pleasant at dinner. Perhaps she is warming up to the idea of us together.”
“Possibly…but was that kindness genuine or all an act for the nobles? It wouldn’t have been smart of her to cause a scene in front of them.” She giggled weakly, interlocking their hands.
“Regardless, if she loans you the dress or not, you’ll look incredible and I’m not concerned with what you wear. Only that you are there for me to put a ring on your finger and claim you as mine.”
Evelyn grinned, abruptly bouncing to her knees beside him, and placed her hands on either side of his face, her eyes roving over his pale violet eye and the eyepatch. She lowered her head and kissed him gently. This was the man she needed, that she’d been waiting all this time for.
There wasn't a doubt in her mind that he would be an extraordinary husband and father for any children to come. Their union was meant to be in her eyes, and the sparks ignited between them proved that.
“I can’t wait to marry you,” Aemond whispered against her lips and she kissed harder once more before breaking their shared affection.
“Neither can I.” She traced the sharp line of his jaw with her finger. “I best head to bed though. Lots to do tomorrow and I need all the rest I can get.”
“Yes, you’re right. We both need to sleep.”
Evelyn kissed him one last time before sliding off the bed, knotting the string of her robe to cover her nude body, and headed for the door with Aemond walking behind her. She turned to look at him, memorizing his features for her dreams to come.
“Goodnight, Aemond.”
“Goodnight, Evelyn.”
Leaving the room, Aemond closed the door behind her as she headed back to her chambers. Upon arrival, she spotted Tabitha waiting by her door and rushed over to her.
“Tabitha?” She noticed the handmaiden’s worried look, and her heart raced.
“M’Lady, I-”
“Is everything alright? What are you doing out of bed this late?” Evelyn took her hands, squeezing them lovingly.
“Everything’s fine, Lady Evelyn. I don’t mean to frighten you but…King Aegon came to find me tonight. He asked me to show him where your room was.” Tabitha’s hands retreated to her sides.
Evelyn could visibly see Tabitha’s muscles tense, like a child preparing for punishment.
“After I did, he knocked but I told him you weren’t in there. He insisted I let him in and that he would wait for you to come back.”
“He’s in there now?” Evelyn questioned and Tabitha nodded in shame.
“I’m sorry m’Lady. I tried to convince him to come by at a more reasonable hour but he- I didn’t want to bring dishonor to your house and with him being…”
“I know. I understand completely, Tabi. He’s the King, and it was wise of you to not defy him. You did absolutely nothing wrong, my dear.” Evelyn promised her, patting her shoulder reassuringly.
“Thank you. I didn’t want to lose your trust.”
“Never, Tabitha. I trust you with my life, always.” She explained, glancing at the door hesitantly. “Nothing to concern yourself about, but you must get some sleep. We’re having the wedding tomorrow.”
Evelyn and Tabitha quietly squeal together in excitement, smiling and giggling, sharing the joy of the wonderful news.
“Really?! Congratulations, m’Lady!”
“Thank you, but that’s why I need you to get as much rest as you can. There’s so much to do tomorrow and I will need your help every step of the way.”
“I’ll not leave your side tomorrow, m’Lady.”
“Glad to hear it. Now, off you go.” Evelyn commanded leniently, nudging Tabitha’s arm and directing her into walking back to her quarters.
The maiden bowed and nodded, spinning around and hiking back to her bedroom. Evelyn sighed, facing the door and thanking the gods that Tabitha was here to tell her that the King was waiting for her just inside. The biggest question on her mind: why was waiting for her?
She carefully stepped into the room, self-conscious of the fact that she was wearing nothing but her peach robe, and spotted him standing by the fireplace with his back to the door. The red and orange flames cracked and burned through the wood and reflected at him.
“Making yourself comfy, your Grace?” She asked, curious to see he’d started a fire on such a warm night.
“Fire is beautiful, don’t you think? They speak only truth in a world full of lies and burn them in its wake. It is why people of the free cities worship the Red God; flames help light the true way.” He answered, his words confusing her even more.
“It’s quite late, your Grace. Is there an urgent matter you need to discuss?”
Aegon turned leisurely on the heels of his boots, facing Evelyn silently and his eyes immediately scanned up and down her body. Each time he laid eyes on her, he had to remind himself that she was real. To him, she wasn’t just pretty; she was otherworldly and vaguely threatening. He was enamored by it.
“Where were you tonight?” He began stalking in her direction, closing in on her and leering deep into her eyes.
“I went to meet a friend.” She choked on the words she truly wanted to tell him, but she didn’t want to piss off the King, especially not the night before the wedding.
“You mean, my brother. It’s fine, you can speak freely with me, Lady Evelyn.” His sly smirk made her shift on her feet, and the noticed change flew to his ego.
“Yes, I was with Aemond. Is this what you came here to discuss?”
“And what did you two do together?” His demanding tone rang in her ears as he moved closer to her, filling her range of sight, and inhaling her honey-rose scent.
The question stunned her for a moment, an overwhelming tension forming as he stood in her face, pushing her about the private time between her and his brother. His curiosity confused her further, leaving her mind boggled.
“Apologies, your Grace, but I don’t believe that is of any concern to you. This is-”
“Oh, don’t be a prude, darling. It’s in our nature to fuck, feed, and breed, as it is for all humans. Nothing to be ashamed about.” He shrugged, moseying around her to the long table along the wall with a large bowl of fresh fruit and a pitcher of wine on it.
Her lips parted in bewilderment, spinning around in time to watch him pluck a grape off its stem and shove it in his mouth, lodging three more after it.
“If you must know, we didn’t do anything of the sort. We talked. That was all.”
His striking, narrowed eyes met hers. “Liar.”
“Excuse me? I haven't lied.” She scoffed. “This is absurd. I don’t need to be sharing any of this with you. Perhaps you should go get some sleep, your Grace.”
He must still be drunk from the dinner party, she thought. That was the only reasonable explanation for this prying inquisition. Aegon swallowed his chewed fruit and his dark eyes grew wide, his lips falling open a little as he steadily moved near her.
“Wait- you’re serious? You went to his room, dressed like that, and he didn’t sleep with you?”
Evelyn shook her head, her lips pressed together and her brows knitted above her nose, but the second his eyes lit up, she knew she wasn’t going to enjoy listening to what came out of his mouth next. The most overzealous and boisterous laugh erupted from his throat, holding onto his sides for support as he continued.
“What’s so humorous?”
“Oh, my brother, that's what. My twat little brother.” Aegon’s laughing slowed as he took giant breaths in between and cleared his throat, chortling in the interim.
Evelyn stood frozen as he planted himself directly in front of her once again, nearly pressing his torso to her chest, breathing in her air.
“I mean, if a girl shows up to your room naked in a robe, you don’t turn her away. You unwrap her and make her cum until she can’t move.” He purred, casually brushing his fingers against her hand but she didn’t notice. “You sought him for intimacy, correct?”
“Yes.” Her teeth clenched apprehensively, taking a step to the side to get some space between them.
“Then why didn’t he open his gift? There had to be a reason unless my brother is simply a half-blind idiot.” Aegon continued to pry, his dark gaze darting over her face as she paused in thought.
She contemplated her choices; it was either to answer his questions, get him out fast and not ruin things between her and her fiancée’s brother or kick him out, potentially ruin everything with Aemond and turn the Lannisters into enemies of the crown.
To her, Aegon certainly reflected the type of guy who would take defiance as an act of treason and she couldn’t afford to step on toes.
“He wants to wait until we are wed. He wants it to be special for me.” Evelyn admitted, folding her arms across her chest.
The corner of his eyes caught the hem of her robe rising about an inch, exposing more of her supple thighs and he licked his lips, taking another gutsy step to stand in her direct line of sight.
“So, Aemond truly is a pitiful, half-blind idiot. To think I’d taught him well enough.”
“I thought it was quite refreshing. A true gentleman. He wished for my first time to be memorable.” She stated matter-of-factly.
“First time? No- you’re kidding. You’re a virgin?” His brows raised, an audible gasp of disbelief as he watched her unwavering stare, knowing she hasn’t lied once. “How?”
“I don’t know.” She spat, her eyes shot to the door, frustrated by the interrogation. “Never found a person I wanted to be intimate with or perhaps nobody has wanted to be intimate with me.”
“Oh, I highly doubt that.” He chuckled, biting his lower lip, lusting shimmer in his rich, purple-hued eyes.
This was the first time Evelyn fully observed how he looked at her, like a delicious meal he wished to sink his teeth into, and it worried her severely; because Aegon wasn’t unappealing in her eyes. No Targaryen was and she had two pieces of proof right under her roof.
“Well, if that’s all and I have satisfied your curiosity, it’s very late and I need to get some sleep.” She said and stormed away from him to the door.
“Have you ever touched yourself, my Lady?”
The vulgar question stopped her as her hand touched one of the doorknobs, a hard gulp of saliva down her throat, and the room grew hotter.
“No.”
“Why not? I mean, you want to know what it feels like, right? The sensation of an orgasm. That’s why you went to see my brother tonight, isn’t it?” Aegon took small steps in her direction, enjoying the view of her backside, the rounded curves of her ass peeking from beneath her robe.
“Yes.” She breathed, goosebumps raising on her skin as he came closer, her gut tightening and twisting like before and she hated it.
It was true, she’d never touched herself but she always figured it wouldn’t be the same. It wouldn’t feel as good unless it was someone else. The urge was easy to ignore until she met Aemond, then it came in waves all evening.
And right now, with Aegon behind her, his breath on her shoulder and the swelter of his body cascading hers intensely brought it back and she didn’t understand why. She wanted only Aemond, but her touch-starved body didn’t care.
She swirled around to see him standing there, face to face with her, and only an inch between them. With her back pressed to the door, he gave her no room to move, placing a hand against the wood beside her head, inherently trapping her between his stocky body and the firm door.
“Look, it was wrong of my brother to turn you away. Delectable as you are, you deserve to cum whenever you want. I could help you with that, my Lady.” He whispered sensually, bearing more of his weight against her.
“Your Grace, please-”
“You should experience it once before you go all in with Aemond. That way you’re not blindsided by how your body reacts and more prepared for how it will feel to be touched down there.”
His other palm rested on the side of her thigh, warming her skin and she shook her head, working to resist his seduction, but his pretty eyes and sharp jawline, the choppy hair that shaped his face perfectly, his delicate features, similar to his brother’s, were undeniably charming.
“We can’t do this. We shouldn’t. I won’t have sex with you and betray Aemond.” She said weakly, working hard to not tremble under his touch, especially when his fingertips dig into her leg as he gave her tender flesh a stiff squeeze.
“Who said anything about sex? Aemond would have my head if I deflowered you.” He explained, removing his hand from the door to play with the end of her hefty braid. “My fingers can give you exactly what you need.”
Her heart pumped rapidly, her breath hitching in her throat as he lowered his head into the crease of her neck, the hand on her leg traveling to her inner thigh as he gave her skin a gentle kiss and she accidentally whimpered.
“Please, your Grace.” She pleaded shakily, grabbing his wrist and stopping his hand before it reached her now throbbing cunt. “This is wrong.”
“Then tell me to stop. Tell me no. Tell me you don’t want my help and I’ll leave.” He whispered in her ear, nibbling and sucking on the lobe and she gasped.
The sensation was consuming, sending aches straight into her gut and her will was crumbling. This would be a betrayal to Aemond, and although she wanted to tell Aegon to leave, her body’s desire had built up for too long.
Losing her fight, Aegon lifted his head, peering into her gaze reflecting into his, and her hand reluctantly slid up his arm, signaling to him that he had her permission to resume.
“Good girl.”
He leaned in and kissed her, sloppily and full of need; he’d been wanting to kiss her badly and as his hand cradled the side of her neck roughly, she could tell that Aegon craved her. It was evident in the raging force of his lips on hers.
His hand shoved over between her legs, the bottom of his palm resting on top of her pussy, nuzzled in the trimmed bush of hair, his finger petted her slit begging for entrance but she kept her legs clasped together.
“I’ve got you. I’ll talk you through it, darling. I’m going to make you feel good, I promise.” He muttered against her mouth, peppering kisses down the side of her lips.
She already regretted the choice she was making and exhaled harshly, parting her legs for him and he grinned against her throat, slipping a thick digit between her wet folds. A sharp inhale sucked into her throat, her clutch on his arm tightening.
“Fuck, you are wet. That’s a good thing, by the way. Gods, you are making my cock extremely hard. Probably had my brother the same way.” He groaned, purposefully grinding his clothed erection on her leg as he added another finger.
A crude moan escaped her, throwing her head back, she instinctively arched her back as his fingers played with her sinewy flesh and flicked along the sensitive bud of nerves, building this uneasy pressure in her abdomen, and her body tensed attempting to control it.
“How does it feel? Tell me.”
“Weird.” She huffed through gritted teeth, placing a hand on his shoulder for support.
“You have to relax, it’s the only way to get the results you desire. Let me take care of you. I know it’s strange, but trust me.” His words unexpectedly comforted her, and she leaned her forehead onto his shoulder, his evergreen scent calming her.
Her body shudders, melting into his touch hastily as she lets go, no longer holding back and allowing herself to succumb to the carnality of his fingers coated in her slick juices. He slid them back and forth, reveling in how she whined in his ear and clutched to his clothes.
“That’s it, surrender to it, my Lady.”
Light-headed and breathless, Evelyn drowned in the pleasure of his fingers rubbing circles on her clit, playing with her wetness and expertly building the fire pooling in her belly with squelching friction. Her knees buckled, realizing she’d be on the floor if Aegon wasn’t holding her up.
Evelyn proudly owned the obscene pleasure she was experiencing, rutting her hips into his hand and using him to push her over the edge that she senses her body nearing. Huffing moans, her body threatened to tear in half as she buried her face into his neck.
Suddenly an explosion of light came across her vision and she cried out into his skin, muffling their volume as her insides pulsed on his hand, squirting sticky arousal onto his fingers, fisting his tunic fiercely. Panting heavily, she worked to catch her breath, her jelly legs unable to move.
“Mmm, you did well, my Lady. I’m sure you’ll sleep even better tonight now that you aren’t tightly wound anymore.” He teased, slipping his hand from her pussy, and she shivered, leaning back and looking away shamefully.
Aegon looked at the creamy, transparent discharge on his fingers, snatching her jaw in his other hand, forcing her to look at him as he held it up to his lips.
“Look at your mess. Don’t be ashamed of it. Aemond is a very lucky man.”
Evelyn slapped his hand off her face and pushed him as hard as she could, but he only tripped back a few inches, chuckling mockingly. He immediately licked his hand clean of her cum, wiping his fingers dry on his trousers and watching her body language change from aroused to furious in a split second.
“I need you to leave. Now, your Grace.” The guilt rushed through her, eating her up inside and reminding her of how weak she was.
“I suppose you can thank me tomorrow for my service. He remarked, heading toward the door and she stepped aside, keeping her distance. “Just so you know, I won’t say a word to Aemond. If you want to, that’s your choice but he won’t hear anything from me, little lion.”
With that, he grabbed the doorknob and opened one of the doors, but as he began to walk out, he stopped in his tracks. Aegon spun to the side and looked at Evelyn, her head hanging low, sadness in her eyes and he sighed deeply.
“Guilt and shame are useless emotions, Lady Evelyn. This isn’t as big of a slight as you think it is. We did nothing wrong.” He commented, shrugging his shoulders in contentment.
She remained silent, not meeting his eyes, and it stung him a bit. He missed the satisfying bliss in her eyes after he made her cum, but now only saw hatred building in them. Always the villain, he thought.
“We can’t take it back, best not dwell.” He swiftly exited the room, slamming the door closed behind him.
Though she wished not to feel this way, Evelyn knew she betrayed Aemond only hours after agreeing to marry tomorrow and it made her nauseous. She couldn’t lie; to start a marriage off with dishonesty would put their life together on the wrong path. But if she told him, would there even be a wedding?
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These Violent Acts CH 08 - House of the Dragon fic
THESE VIOLENT ACTS CHAPTER 06 | MURDER, SHE WROTE
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They would bow. She would make them bow.
Naenya had been surprised to find out she immensely enjoyed the company of Tyland Lannister. While many would toss him aside, claiming his personality to be drab and lacking a sense of humour or any emotion apart from honour and duty, Naenya had learnt better. Tyland did indeed have a sense of humour. Whether the man knew of this himself, she was unsure. He often spoke quite dryly, leaving little room for comfort and niceties, and he would commonly respond to outlandish requests or questions with equally outlandish answers, all in the same tone he usually used. It was rather refreshing and left her smirking into her drink as he spoke, though Naenya didn't comment on the fact to Tyland's face. She feared that once he knew that he was being funny, he would immediately stop.
"It is not my wish to question his way of finding the truth", Tyland continued, glancing down the halls to make sure the guard in question wasn't around, "But I could sooner find the answers by putting an illiterate child in charge."
Naenya allowed herself a soft smile, easily washed off her face should she need to, as she nodded along.
"I'm sure he's not entirely useless," Naenya told him, her hands clasped together behind her back, "He does make me thankful for my own guard's competencies,"
"I am glad he provides you with something, princess," Tyland said, not even noticing how sly he sounded, "For my mother's maid is entirely more useful than he is now, and she's dead,"
Tyland opened the door to Lady Ceira Lannisters room, ushering for her to enter before himself. She thanked him with a slight curtsy as she walked in.
"Oh, and princess," Tyland stopped her, smiling halfway, "An heir such as yourself will eventually require a husband. When that time comes, consider my name. I would be honoured to aid you in your time as Queen,"
Tyland had been incredibly useful to her during her time at Casterly Rock, both in her efforts to find whoever had killed and planted the maid in her chambers and in her efforts to survive the lion's den. A prideful and showy lion's den at that.
She knew Tyland would make a good husband. It wouldn't be a marriage of love, but it would be one of mutual agreement. A promise to be loyal and stand by her decisions and help make her stronger was a better marriage proposal than most.
"I will consider it. Thank you, Tyland," Naenya nodded to him.
She truly meant it.
Tyland gave her one final nod before departing.
"Well, that was quaint," Lady Ciera said sarcastically.
The Lady of Casterly Rock was already pacing in her rooms, something she had picked up on day two of the investigations. It was now day four. Any longer, and Naenya feared the woman's legs would give out on her.
"I would have assumed you would enjoy the shift up in society," Naenya said dryly, knowing Lady Ciera had no maids in her room since the incident.
Lady Ciera finally stopped her incessant pacing, giving Naenya an almost sly nod, "Normally, that would be correct. Now, what do you want,"
Naenya moved further into the room, seating herself on one of the couches near the window. Pouring herself a glass of water from a pitcher on the nearby table, she offered Lady Ciera a glass. After receiving a disapproving stare, Naenya opted to fill Lady Ciera's glass full of the mulled wine that was sitting beside the water. A wine that appeared much more used than the water.
"Now, I assume your maid had been under strict orders to spy on me and give you all the information she could find," Naenya said.
It was more of a statement than a question.
"Of course she was, you stupid girl," Lady Ciera took the glass of wine from Naenya's hand, rolling her eyes at the girl's antics, "A princess in my halls? Not just a princess but a future Queen? The first future Queen to ever exist? I like to know things about my occupants, especially those so high in the food chain,"
Naenya nodded in understanding. Lady Ciera was not necessarily, the rudest woman she had ever come into contact with. She was, after all, simply a Lannister that acted as Lannisters did. It would be rather short-sighted of Naenya, a princess who, whether she liked to admit it or not, was desperately searching to secure as many loyal houses as possible to discredit Lady Ciera for the fact. It would be much wiser to use Lady Ciera for her strengths and credit her for them.
"What about Jason, your eldest son?" Naenya asked carefully, trying not to come off wrong, "Did he-"
"Are you implying Jason would do something like this?"
If looks could kill, Naenya would be a dead woman.
"No, I'm asking if Jason had any maids or guards keeping an eye on me too?" Naenya specified, speaking as though she were trying to calm a raging lion, "He does take after his mother, something you should be proud of,"
If Jason Lannister was half as quick-witted and sly as Lady Ciera, he would be twice as smart as he was now. Of course, publicly calling a son dumb to his mother's face was not something people who were looking for support did.
"No, it was just me," Lady Ciera said, after calming down slightly, "I had put Jason in charge of looking after my youngest, Lyla. She's only eleven months, you know,"
Naenya nodded. She hadn't seen much of the young princess. Lord Lannister had died shortly before she had been birthed, with many believing the death caused an early pregnancy that caused the babe to come out much smaller than it should have. While the maesters feared the babe would be riddled with health concerns due to its early birth, the girl had proved far stronger than they gave her any credit for. Naenya had much respect for the babe.
"Of course, I apologise if I made you feel as though my presence here hindered your ability to spend time with your daughter," Naenya said. After seeing Lady Ciera with her sons, it was no secret she was a protective lioness, "I should have taken that into consideration when planning my travels, perhaps sent word to you to discuss it,"
Lady Ciera paused, clearly taken aback by the apology. Though she did not say anything, Naenya quickly noticed the softening of her face as she gave the princess a nod of acknowledgement.
"But no, Jason had too much on his plate to consider it. Though I'm sure he would have,"
"Indeed, you are placing Casterly Rock into good hands once you pass," Naenya lied, "But that does make my theory more difficult to prove,"
"Theory?"
Naenya nodded, beginning to rise from her seat as she began to unfurl her idea.
She had tried to speak to the common folk herself, even going down to Lannisport for clues. However, it became apparent how little the common folk wished to speak to nobility, and she quickly changed her tactic by forcing Ser Loren to find answers while dressing as commonly as he could.
"Are you aware of how disliked you are among the common folk?"
"Yes,"
"And this maid was basically your best friend?"
"Well... yes..."
"Perhaps this murder wasn't necessarily to scare me but threaten you," Naenya explained, "A murder in your home? Not only while hosting a noble but a princess, an heir too, how embarrassing would that be? The King would remember this. Your home would be haunted by the idea that any guest is not safe. After all, if you can't keep someone as important as me safe, how could you keep anyone safe?"
Lady Ciera stared at her, her gaze hard.
"Are you implying this was meant for me?"
Naenya nodded, watching as Lady Ciera began to pace around again.
"Not a single person could get into my home without my knowledge," Lady Ciera said, almost accusatorily.
Naenya took pause. She had to change tactics and tread even lighter than she had before. The Lannisters were a worthy ally and an even worthier opponent. Naenya was in no position to gain opponents.
"Of course not. What I mean is, what if they already had access?" Naenya explained, her thumb rubbing the ring on her pointer finger, "A guard perhaps,"
Lady Ceira stopped short, her head slowly turning to face Naenya. Naenya waited as Lady Ceira took in the information. Waited for whether Lady Ceira would actually trust her and look into it. Naenya would have guessed if she brought it up when the event first occurred, Lady Ceira would have laughed in her face. Hopefully, the weeks had shown Naenya's true character.
Finally, Lady Ceira's gaze dropped to the floor as bitter acceptance washed over her. Naenya watched in silence as the acceptance shifted into anger, Lady Ceira hurling her goblet filled with wine of the deepest red directly at her white walls. Naenya didn't dare flinch as the Lady of Casterly Rock shifted from pure fury to a sudden, unexpected calmness.
"I do not get a say in all of my guards. It's true. Some are remnants of my husband's rule," Lady Ceira explained, running a wine-stained hand through her hair, "Some are my cousins. If anyone knows not to trust a Lannister, it's a Lannister,"
Naenya furrowed her brow, "You think it's one of your cousins?"
Lady Ceira turned to Naenya, a firm look on her face. Though, as Naenya looked deeper, it was also filled with pleading.
"This is a Lannister problem. I wish to resolve it myself," Lady Ceira stated, taking the time to hold Naenya's gaze, "Without the intervention of the Crown,"
Naenya paused, her feet betraying her as she took a step back in bewilderment. It would be her chance to prove herself as a ruler, not to be trifled with, but she also desperately needed to secure loyalty.
After some silence, Naenya finally decided, "Of course, Lady Ceira. But your ruling and punishment must be firm but fair, as you are acting as an extension of my own punishment,"
She would have other opportunities to prove herself. But next time she proved herself, she would likely have the support of the wealthy lioness.
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Decapitación
La joven Ana, sin palabras, contemplaba el cuerpo de su prima la reina Margot que yacía en un ataúd de roble. Su cabeza estaba ubicada entre sus piernas como era costumbre en esa época.
La ejecución había sido rápida y concisa. El verdugo le había otorgado un golpe rígido en la nuca desprendiendo así su cabeza.
Las campanas de las torres sonaron en el momento preciso de su desencarnación. El verdugo alzó la cabeza de la reina frente a la multitud como un trofeo. La sangre goteaba de ella. La gente exclamaba con entusiasmo.
Lady Ceira se acercó al verdugo y se posesionó junto a él.
- Por orden de mi hijo Lord Jason Lannister first of his name and master of Casterly Rock os ordeno empalad su cabeza junto a la de nuestra colección y asesinad a todos los traidores. Porque en nuestra casa los traidores os pagarán con vuestra sangre y no escucharemos vuestras súplicas – dijo Lady Ceira con frialdad frente a la multitud.
Ella hizo un gesto con su mano hacia Ana para que se le acerque. Ana se le acercó.
- Como os ha dicho vuestra Lady. Nos alimentaremos de vuestra sangre y nos haremos más fuerte con cada gota que derramemos. Así que Ser Ilyn has lo que mi esposo Lord Jason Lannister os ordena. Empalad su cabeza y que os quede bien claro quién manda - dijo Ana con frialdad como les han enseñado. El verdugo asintió moviendo su cabeza. Dos guardias trajeron al atril a un nene de diez años, hijo de la reina Margot, y lo hicieron arrodillar. El nene lloraba y suplicaba que lo dejen libre, que él no había hecho nada malo.
- Hijo de vuestra traidora. Hijo nefasto y bastardo. Ser Ilyn has que sufra antes de que deje nuestro mundo –ordeno Lady Ceira.
El verdugo agarró una daga bien afilada y se acercó al nene. Le empezó a cortar los dedos de su mano izquierda. Sus gritos y llantos de dolor resonaban en la mente de Ana mientras se mantenía mirando al frente sin perder la compostura con la cabeza en alto al igual que su suegra. Luego el verdugo con su daga le abrió la garganta y su sangre salió al exterior como una catarata que bañaba el suelo del atril.
Luego de finalizar el sanguinario acontecimiento la joven Ana junto a Lady Ceira se apartaron de allí seguidas por sus dos guardias escoltas. Caminaban a pasos rígidos y con la cabeza en alto hacia el castillo. Sin saber que sus actos traerían consecuencias.
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Ocs
Raylen Stark
Oldest legitimate daughter of Rickon Stark and Gilliane Glover. While she chased after her brother, Cregan, her entire childhood, now as a lady grown, she craves a choice all her own. When she is called by letter to travel to King's Landing with seemingly no reason, she is finally faced with her chance to choose for her future. And yet, she's terrified to.
Briarwood "Twins" (@dreaming-of-illusory-flowers oc)
The "twins" Jaeda and Jayse Briarwood. The truth of the two is a dark tale and not an easy one. Made immortal by their own magic and by the dragon's blood within them, Jae traveled from Old Valyria before the doom with many of the Targaryens. They are not of Targaryen or Valeryon blood, but something older of their origins. Back before maesters put a stop to experiments on babes born with malformations. Their truth comes to those they trust with their history, but the truth of if they share it all is a mystery in-of itself.
Fallon Lannister (@dreaming-of-illusory-flowers oc)
Only daughter and sister of Lady Ceira, Jason, and Tyland Lannister. She really rather hates being the lady of her family, forced to follow in her mother's footsteps to continue her future husband's family line. At ten-and-nine, she finally takes control of her life and completely changes the trajectory of her path.
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Thank you all who voted it the polls! Round two will begin tomorrow at the same time.
Round Two
Alicent Hightower vs. Talya
Laena Velaryon vs. Ceira Lannister
Baela Targaryen vs. Rhae Royce
Rhaenyra Targaryen vs. Rhaenys Targaryen
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It's not Lady Lannister, it's Lady Redwyne, and hear, the actress is literally Freddie Fox's mother.
My Alicent and Gwayne's mother was a Redwyne agenda
there are two ladies there, one is lannister one is redwyne. look again. this is who i meant:
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