#jaime x sansa fic
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Jaime Lannister has been spiraling since an injury took away his passion and livelihood. Society outcast Sansa Stark takes a housekeeper position for a certain lion who is stuck in a rut of regret and self-pity.
Setting: blend of Westeros and America. Takes place in 1950s Westeros which resembles 1950s America in pop culture, fashion, technological advancement, societal norms, etc.
His Melody by rummy_cat
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4 - The Feast pt 2
Part 5
The Last Velaryon
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Lord Eddard and King Robert Baratheon made their way outside of the feast hall. The laughter and loud noise could still be heard when they walked away out of earshot from others to have their conversation. Eddard paused in his steps. "You're grace, what did you wish to talk about?"
"No formalities, Ned. It's about that Velaryon girl." Robert eyed his friend.
Ned asked him. "What concerns you about her?"
"I think I might have made a mistake when I stripped Jaime of his white cloak." The king declared under his breath.
Lord Stark wasn't sure what to make of his words. "What do you mean?"
"I mean the Kingslayer doesn't seem to give a damn about her. He is hiding something. Only problem is I don't really care to find out what." He chuckled.
Ned clicked his tongue. "We cannot judge someone until we know whether they are a man of honor or not. But what does this have to do with you second guessing your own command?"
"I haven't done much research on the Velaryon house but I figured the lord would have fought against the man who basically helped me banish their house."
"If your house is close to being very small I suppose you would do anything to keep it alive." Ned pointed out.
Robert simply nodded his head. "I've been thinking about this, Ned. I am king and seven kingdoms declined loyalty to me so why not use that power to change one declaration I just wrote."
"Your grace, if you mean to go against the Lannister's I don't think that would be wise." Ned warns his friend and king.
Robert scoffs. "I don't care what they pay me not to. I am not blind Ned and I know you just saw it too. There's something between that girl and your son."
"It is a good thought, your grace. But that's all it should remain just a thought. I doubt Robb has even thought of a betrothed yet." Lord Stark shrugged his shoulders knowing his son and his young at heart nature. He was still a boy, even though he was very good at following the lessons he had been taught so far in life.
Robert moved closer to his friend, staring into his eyes with a serious expression. "You're his father. If he hasn't thought of the idea of marrying her then persuade him to. I'll deal with Tywin Lannister when the time comes."
Three years ago - Haelesa's pov
That morning I was dreading more than I care to admit to myself now. It was the day I had to say goodbye to one of my closest Joella Bridges. Picking up the ends of my nightgown I scampered through the hallways until I reached her chambers knocking three times on the door. "Joella, it's me. Open the dang door!"
"Enough with the shouting. We don't want to wake the whole castle staff. Once they're awake I'll have to start packing to leave." She shushed me by tugging me inside her room and quietly yet quickly shutting the door and locking it.
I admitted throwing my arms away from my sides. "I don't want you to leave. Why can't it be if you're lord father isn't dra yet then the man travels to live with the girl."
"I'm going to miss you too, Haelesa and Chezney too of course. But my parents already agreed to it." She opened her arms and we raced to embrace one another.
Her father had married my mother's older sister and so we we're cousins by birth. Now her father had decided to ship her off for marriage....the only real reason this happened was the tale of bettering one's house. And I had done my own research from what I could find on her soon to be new family. "You don't want to marry this man. It's claimed he has a mustache, Joella."
"Yes but I've also been told he is very cheerful." She added on slightly breaking the hug so we could see the other's face.
I made a noise sticking my tongue out to her. "It's still gross thinking you'll be kissing a guy with hair around his mouth...eww, Raynald Westerling!"
"Haelesa stop it okay. I am already nervous enough and your teasing isn't helping." Joella admitted dropping her arms at her sides.
I smiled at my cousin. "I'm just saying, Ella. You'll be kissing a guy with a full beard."
"Okay, let's change the subject. I want you to promise me something." Joella replied.
Taking her hands in mine I asked softly. "What kind of promise?"
"Promise me that even though we will be away from each other that you will tell me off your adventures. Whether they are big or small. If you find love or not. I want to know everything. So send me letters, cousin." She explained to me with that cheeky smile she always had on her face when we got to spend time together.
Squeezing her hands in mine I immediately agreed without hesitation of what she was asking. "Of course. As long as you do the same back to me.
"I promise." She hugs me gently and I wrap my arms around her hugging her with the same level of emotion.
Robb and I were still just silently walking around the abandoned courtyard of Winterfell. Everyone else was still awake enjoying the feast with the royal family. He paused in his steps outside a wooden cage canal looking at me. "I wanted to show you something."
"Show me what?" I questioned him wrapping my arms around myself and I had taken his other fur cloak that he had given earlier on the day.
He undid the locks of the pen and I gasped taking a step back seeing an animal exit the pen. The animal in front of me was a wolf from what I could by the pointy ears and the long wagging fur tail. "This is GreyWind. He is my direwolf." He responded by running his fingers through the wolf's gray coat.
"I've never seen a direwolf before. Where did you find him?" I asked, lowering myself down on a knee reaching forward and petting his fur when he sniffed my hand before I touched him.
Robb stands on the side of the direwolf. "My father had me and my brothers out hunting with him in the woods. Their mother had died and so each of the Stark children got to have their own pup. We just had to take care of them."
"Aww that's sweet. He seems like a good boy." I smiled still, moving my fingers through his fur and he began wagging his tail back and forth.
Robb smiled down at me. He had been enjoying your company from the moment you two had met. He wished he could spend more time with her. But unfortunately he figured that wouldn't get the chance. "I have trained him as best as I could. "
"You really are something, Robb. You'll make a good Lord of Winterfell one day." I praised him getting to my feet not caring about the mud stains on my dress.
He blushed but I couldn't tell how bad it was given that the only light was provided by some burning torches on the walls and the fact that it was completely dark. "You barely know me and you're already giving me praise, Haelesa. I am not sure how to take it. But thank you."
"You're welcome, Robb. Maybe if we're lucky we can know more about each other before I leave in a few days." I smiled, clasping my hands together in front of me.
Footsteps could be heard coming around the corner causing both of us to turn our heads seeing Lady Catelyn rushing over to us. I could see the annoyance in her facial expression. "Robb, you shouldn't have left the feast. This is for the royal family. Why in the seven kingdoms are you out here?"
"I'm sorry, mother. I was simply showing Lady Haelesa my direwolf." Robb apologized to his mother.
Catelyn shifted her head quickly over to me. "You're the Velaryon girl that is supposed to wed the Kingslayer."
"Yes Lady Stark I am. I am sorry if I have made any problems this evening." I bowed my head giving her a small curtsey.
She shakes her head focusing back on her first born son. "I am just here to say that your father went off with the king to talk about something. So you need to go back inside and represent your house in your father's stead."
"Of course, mother." He nodded in understanding, placing GreyWind back inside his cage. He walked past me and his mother glanced over his shoulder back at me. "I'll see you later, Haelesa."
I looked into his brown eyes waving bye to the young boy. "See you later, Robb....uh if you see my friend Chezney, Lady Stark. Tell her I am retiring for the evening."
"Goodnight, Lady Haelesa." She responded watching me walk away and she could sense that something was between her son and the young woman.
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The dragon swooped overhead in a roar of wind and flame, pale scales flashing against a leaden sky. All here was white and grey, it seemed: the ground, the trees, the waters… even the animals and people.
“Now it begins,” the raven told him, perching on his shoulder.
His hand tightened painfully on his sword hilt.
Waiting. Waiting—
Bows twanged and a sea of flaming arrows set the sky alight.
“Are you ready, Jaime Lannister?”
And then he was falling.
—with the wild wolves around you, Chapter 27: Jaime III & Gilly II by Phosphorescent
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Chapter 9 Travesty
Chapter 9 of Sandstorm
A/N- GET READY!!!
Warning- Y/N has a son, swearing, fluff, incest, ANGST, talks of pregnancy, ALSO THERES CHANGES THAT DRIFT AWAY FROM THE SHOW (not big, but there is)
Pairing- Jon Snow x Targaryen!fem-reader
Episode- 8x04 & 8x05 (only half)
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*2 MONTHS LATER*
“I will not give The Reach to some common sellsword,” Daenerys argues with Tyrion. “It doesn’t matter if he’s won battles or not.”
“The lords of the Reach won’t follow your friend, nor can we actually allow him to have HighGarden,” you defend her argument. “He’s not loyal, he knows nothing about leading a house.”
“Neither did any of our ancestors,” Tyrion tries to input.
You narrow your gaze on him. “No, but we aren’t talking about them are we?” You spat. “If it’s true that he’ll have your head if you don’t give him what you owe him, then he may come and face the wrath of the dragons. We’re not giving him the Reach.”
Tyrion glances at Daenerys for her opinion, and she sighs before giving her answer. “I agree. I won’t. With half of the Iron Fleet destroyed, with the Dornish warriors now at our disposal, we might gain the lead in the war once again. I won’t lose it for some sellsword who has no sense of respect or loyalty.”
Tyrion nods and keeps quiet, letting you continue.
“Beside,” you continue to add. “The Reach and HighGarden deserve to go to someone loyal, someone who’s lived in the land a long time, someone who knows it, cherishes it.”
Sansa hums and steps towards the table in the middle of the room to interject. “The Hightowers are an old house, but a proud one who pride themselves in their religion. A marriage proposal to them doesn’t sound beneficial. They won’t accept Rhaenar, nor the Queen.”
“But,” you add on after her whilst you place a wooden sun with a chevron over it. “Sansa and I think we can gain the support of House Ashford. They’re an old house, during the rebellion they stayed loyal to House Targaryen, they’re respected. If they accept our offer the other Lords will follow.”
“Furthermore,” you continue as you clasp your hands under your small swollen belly. “The Lord has six children, amongst them is a daughter of only five and ten years old. She's older than Rhaenar,” you sigh, “but she’s still unmatched. So with your permission Queen; Jon, Rhaenar, and I will go on dragonback and present the offer in person for you.”
Daenerys glances at Tyrion across the table for advice. And silently without a word, Tyrion nods before he interjects. “Going in person will show that we care, it’s smart. I would have advised it had you asked me.” He says and shoots you a pointed glare.
You offer him an annoyed side eye before glancing at Jon and offering him an urging nod now that your offer was approved.
“If all are in agreement then…Ser Davos will ride down the Kingsroad with the Northern troops, and the bulk of the remaining Dothraki and Unsullied,” he says and drags wooden pieces down the map. “While the Princess, Prince, and I fly on Eraxis and Rhaegal to the Reach to give our envoy to Lord Ashford. We will then meet up with the troops and accompany overhead.”
You nod in agreement, and Tyrion proceeds to add on to the plans.
“A smaller group of us will ride to White Harbor in the meanwhile and sail from there to Dragonstone with our Queen and Drogon accompanying us from above. Ser Jaime will remain here, as guest of the Lady of Winterfell. Questions?” He asks and looks around the table.
Alas, no one speaks up now, letting the meeting disband and everyone go their separate ways; Daenerys exits the room to get ready to leave, and all her people follow her. Everyone else who had been here, like Ser Brienne, Ser Davos, and Arya leave too, leaving Jon, Sansa, Bran the maester, and you in the room. And while the maester is still here you pull your scroll out of your sleeve and walk to the maester to hand it to him.
“I was hoping you could send this to my sister Sarella, Maester, with secrecy.”
The maester nods in agreement without hesitation and tucks the scroll away in his sleeve. “I’ll do it right away, Princess.” He bows before he walks to Bran to take him out too. You then proceed to turn and face Sansa and Jon who had waited to walk out with you.
“Are you ready to leave, Jon? Or do you need to fix your hair?” You tease him as you fall at his side and walk out of the door.
Sansa giggles at your comment, and that makes you smirk deeper.
“Are you?” He counters. “Or do you still need to finish getting dressed? You tend to take forever choosing a dress to wear.”
You scoff and hook your arm around him, noticing Sansa fall at your other side as you now begin to walk down the hall. “Sansa helped get me dressed today actually.” You beam. “I am actually wearing one of the dresses she made me.” You glance at her and shoot her a sweet smile. “Besides my vanity is important, I need to fit my role as Princess.”
Jon scoffs softly in amusement but smiles sweetly as he studies your dress; noting the long white skirt that just perfectly stopped above your feet so you wouldn’t trip, he looks at the thin gold chains that ran down the front and connected to a choker around your neck; he looks at the warm soft brown fur top that was tight around your torso, letting the small bump shine.
“Does that mean freezing to death,” Jon points out to your exposed shoulders.
“Yes,” you retort.
“Did you wear your armor under your dress like I told you?” Sansa interjects, making you avert your gaze and nod speechlessly.
“Liar,” she quips and grabs your arm to pull you towards her.
You let out a dramatic sigh and groan. “It’s bulky, okay? And it doesn’t let me move freely when I’m on dragonback. I hate wearing armor under my dresses.”
Sansa side eyes you. “You’re carrying my niece and nephew in there…
You grin wide at her assumption.
“…I won’t let you leave unprotected,” she finishes saying. “Tell her Jon.”
“I've tried,” he mumbles in defeat. “Hundreds of times. She doesn’t listen to me.”
You smile and roll your head to the side to try and assure them since they’re being thoughtful. “I am wearing ringmail under this for all of your sakes, so rest assured.”
Sansa sighs and shares a look with her brother. “Well it is better than nothing,” she mutters in annoyance.
The three of you take a turn to walk to the courtyard to fetch Rhaenar. And it’s whilst you’re on the way there that you all run into Daenerys turning into the hall.
“Ah,” she mutters and takes note of the two at your sides before she offers you all a small smile. “I was hoping to run into you y/n before we both left.” She directs at you.
Sansa lets out a small sigh and lets you go to step back. Jon does the same, letting Daenerys join your side, and continue walking with you.
“I was just hoping to ask about your visit with the maester this morning,” she brings up almost hesitantly or timidly you can’t tell, you can just see her averting her gaze and giving you some space. “Is everything all right?”
You nod. “It is,” you assure her. “The babies are well, they’re strong, he says.”
Daenerys snaps her gaze to you and grabs your arm to stop you in your tracks, making the pair behind you stop too—“Babies?” She queries in disbelief.
You can’t help but smile even if you can’t tell if she’s happy or bothered by the news. “Yes,” you confirm. “He felt two heads.” Of course you had known before because of the dream, but you couldn’t be sure until they were older and the maester could confirm it for you.
Regardless, Daenerys offers you a happy smile, but she actually swallows thickly all in the meanwhile. You try to read her eyes, but she masks her emotions well.
“I’m happy for you,” she tells you and meets your gaze very briefly.
“Thank you,” you whisper and hope she really means it. Ever since two months ago when she first found out, you and her have not been the same. Conversations are shorter and stale. She can hardly look at you, and her smiles are always tightlipped. She hardly ever pays you a visit in your quarters to just talk; then again you did move into Jon’s room after you announced that you were married so you understand why she wouldn’t.
“Uh,” you continue in hopes you can find something to gain her trust again. “One baby is actually kicking right now like crazy…do you want to feel?”
Daenerys lets her eyes linger on you for a moment before her smile softens and she reaches her hand for your belly. Since she isn’t pressing on the right spot, you gently take her hand and guide it to the side where one of the babies was.
And right away she gasps and slowly begins to grin with joy as she’s able to feel the soft little nudges from the baby.
“They’ll be a fighter,” she mumbles softly. “They have fire in them.”
You glance at Jon and share a smile, whilst you also begin to feel your own heart at ease. You would have said something Jon said when he first felt the babies kick, but that will probably just upset her so you keep that to yourself and mention something else.
“The second baby is a bit more timid. They only kick at night and keep me awake until late.” You giggle. “But I love feeling the flutters.”
Daenerys keeps her hand on your belly and feels the baby kick for a moment longer—and it’s in that moment that she begins to frown with sadness. She doesn’t say anything in that regard though, nor do you want to push it, so instead you watch her pull her hand away and go serious again as her eyes linger on your belly.
“I wish you luck in your travel,” you tell her as you clasps your hands over your belly. “I will do everything in my power to gain the Reach again.”
Daenerys blinks and meets your gaze again. “I hope you do,” she mutters. “It’s important that you do. Just…be careful, okay?”
You nod and watch her turn the hall to head towards her quarters before you move back in between the Stark siblings and continue towards the courtyard. Once there, you all come to a stop just against the railing as you spot Rhaenar and a boy about his age sparring below.
“Great,” you grumble. “He’s going to be all sweaty now.”
“I think he will be fine,” Jon says.
You shift your eyes to the side and shoot him a pointed glare. “That’s what you say, but he might be meeting his future wife, first impressions matter.”
Jon scoffs and presses his hands against the railing before turning his head to look at you with a smile. “You know when I met you I had been on a boat for a month. I was sweaty too.”
You begin to smile and rebuttal. “We didn’t actually talk, we…shared longing glances. We officially met the day after. After you had a bath and brooded all day.”
Jon smirks. “And you smelled like a dragon,” he counters and stifles his laugh.
You gasp and almost take offense, but quickly find a counter and jab back. “You mean I smelled like a very mystical creature I brought into this world by hatching it? Thank you.”
Jon scoffs and rolls his eyes, choosing to focus back on Rhaenar and the boy below. “Well, I doubt you have much to worry about. He made the girl a flower crown from blue Winter roses.”
You snap your gaze to him and probe right away. “He did?” You ask in disbelief since your son hadn’t told you. “When?”
“Last night. He came to me and asked me for advice.” Jon begins to smile, and you glance at your son below whilst you begin to feel happy that he trusted Jon enough to go for him for girl advice. Albeit it is quite hurtful that he didn’t ask you too….just a bit.
“Well that’s good,” Sansa interjects. “It will distract the lady from his sweat.”
You laugh softly and nod, catching Rhaenar and the boy both notice the three of you watching from the railing. Rhaenar smiles up at you and waves quickly before he focuses back on his friend.
“Come,” Jon cuts in and grabs your hand. “Tormund is below. I want to say goodbye before we go.”
Before you follow him below you turn to Sansa to tell her goodbye too since you will be leaving soon. “I will see you after we take the capital,” you say confidently.
Sansa nods. “We will,” she assures you. “Write to me all right? Be careful too, please.”
You shoot her a grin and nod. “I will.” With one last lingering look you turn around and follow Jon down to the snowy ground to meet up with Tormund.
“Are you riding your dragon South?” Tormund asks as he walks to Jon.
Jon scoffs and nods. “I will try anyway.”
When they meet up halfway Tormund goes serious. “I’m taking the Free Folk home. We’ve had enough of the South. The women down here don’t like me.” He says as he leans towards Jon and you.
You scoff softly in amusement and interject. “You can always go to Dorne, I’m sure you’ll find lots of women there.”
Tormund shrugs. “Too hot. And right now you don’t have time for me. When you have won the war I will take you up on that offer.”
“Please do,” you encourage him.
“This is the North, you know,” Jon corrects Tormund. “And the Free Folk are welcome to stay.”
“It isn’t home,” Tormund says. “We need room to wander. I’ll take them back through Castle Black as soon as the winter storms pass. Back where we belong.”
Jon shifts and looks back. When you follow his line of gaze you see Ghost, his direwolf.
“It’s where he belongs too,” Jon refers to his direwolf. “A direwolf has no place in the south. Will you take him with you?” He looks back to Tormund, and the tall man looks at him. “He’ll be happier up there.”
“So would you,” Tormund counters, making you blink and begin to fiddle with your rings slowly.
“I’m happy here,” Jon says back and glances at you. “With my family. I finally found where I belong.”
Tormund scoffs. “Doesn’t mean you won’t miss it.”
You look to the ground and smile softly.
Jon scoffs and smiles softly. “Perhaps when the twins are born I’ll take them to go see the real North.”
“Aye,” Tormund agrees with a grin. “You will so I can give them giants milk and they can grow big like me.”
Jon and you both chuckle. However, Jon goes serious rather quickly as he remembers what this conversation is about. “This is farewell, then,” Jon says.
Tormund agrees, but adds something else. “You never know.”
They both then give one another an embrace, and when they pull back, Tormund holds onto Jon’s arms and continues to add one last thing. “You’ve got the North in you. The real North.” He lets Jon go and then steps towards you.
“I'll see you again Dragonslayer,” he says and grabs your arm to give it a gentle squeeze. “Protect each other. And you bring those babies up North, they need to know where they come from.”
You offer him a sweet grin and nod. “I will,” you assure him. “You take care all right?”
He nods and offers you a gentle smile before he walks away. You then look over at Jon and notice the sad look in his gaze and grab his arm to pull his attention to you.
Once he looks, you offer him a gentle smile and an assuring squeeze. He mirrors your smile and leans over to press a kiss on your forehead before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards his friend Sam, and Sam’s paramour.
Before anything can be said when you all meet halfway Jon let’s you go and embraces Gilly. However, soon thereafter he pulls back and looks down at her belly in shock.
Did he really not notice? Even with the cloaks she has on her pregnant belly is still noticeable.
“Yes, well, the nights have been getting longer,” Sam interjects, causing you to slowly smile at his unnecessary explanation. “And there wasn’t much to do in Oldtown. There’s only so many books a person can read, so we—”
“I’m sure he knows how it happens, Sam,” Gilly cuts him off before he can practically tell the story of how they made that babe.
It makes you stifle your laugh nevertheless.
“If it’s a boy,” Gilly continues. “We want to name him Jon.”
Your amusement dies at the sound of her comment, and awe replaces it. Yet you notice Jon doesn’t feel the same.
“I hope it’s a girl,” he retorts softly before he gives an embrace to his friend. And while they do so, while they talk, you begin to think about baby names. You haven’t given it too much thought yet. You didn’t want to until a couple more months, but now that Gillys mentioned it you think about it too.
Maybe if one is a girl…Rhaenyra feels like a sweet name. If it’s two girls then the other one can be Rhaena. Just so they can have a similar name since they will be twins. If it’s two boys then, Eddard for one. The second one could be….hm…you’ll have to think about the second one further. Maybe they can have a similar name to one of your uncles?
If it’s one girl and one boy though, Rhaenyra, and Eddard sound nice, sweet.
You smile at the thought, and mindlessly press your hand against your small belly, not realizing Rhaenar had now joined you until he nudges you.
“Mother, I’m ready,” he breaks you from your stupor.
You blink and look down at him, seeing Helios perched on his shoulder, and his weapons sheathed on his back and hip.
“Are you?” You ask with a teasing look as you begin to leave the courtyard now that Jon is done talking with his friends.
Rhaenar nods rapidly. “Yes, I am…” he trails off and pushes his clock back to unhook the blue rose flower crown he had hooked on his sheath belt. “I even have this.” He shows off smugly. “For the lady I might get matched with.”
Your eyes water as he says those words, as you realize he's getting older now, but you manage to hold in your tears and smile sweetly. “I’m sure she’ll love them. It’s very sweet of you.”
Rhaenar’s smirk turns to a timid smile as he hooks it back where it was, letting you now focus on Jon walking by your side.
“Are you okay?” You ask him.
Jon drifts his dark eyes to you and nods softly. “I am…it’s just never easy saying goodbye.”
You hum in agreement. “I understand, but just keep in mind that you’ll see them again. It doesn’t have to be goodbye forever.”
Albeit sometimes for you goodbye was the last thing you got to say to those you loved…
“You’re right,” Jon whispers with a sweet smile.
You shrug and make the conversation lighthearted so his smile would grow. “I always am.”
Jon grins, but quips. “Are you?”
You throw your arm around his and nod with a pointed look directed at him. “I am.”
Jon holds your gaze and smirks at you. “Sometimes.”
You roll your eyes and huff in defeat. “Sure, sure. Anyway!” You change the conversation and look ahead as you walk out the castle gates, noticing now that the grounds outside the walls aren't littered with hundreds of people working like before, now only a few were off to the side fixing the outer walls.
It’s quieter now too. Hauntingly peaceful since the thousands of footsteps on the night of the battle are still marked on the dirt ground, leaving nothing but memories of what happened before.
“I thought of baby names when Gilly mentioned hers,” you continue excitedly.
“Ah, did you? Just now?” Jon queries.
You hold onto him tighter and nod. “I did. Of course they aren’t official, just ideas, so you can still think of them.” You let out an excited sigh and share your ideas. “For girls I have Rhaenyra, and the other one can be Rhaena.”
“They go together,” Rhaenar points out. “And they go with my name too.”
You glance down at him and nod. “They do,” you assure him happily. “The main choice will be Rhaenyra if it’s one girl though. I like the name, and admire one woman who bore it.” You smile and glance ahead again. “But anyway, it’s the boy name I can’t think of, I only have one…Eddard. Again you can share your own thoughts, Jon.” You glance at him, and when you meet his gaze you see the soft awed look in his eyes at the mention of his fathers name.
“You’d like that?” He questions.
You hum in agreement, and only see his gaze soften much more.
“I’ll have to think of some names,” Jon says to you. “I’ll have to get back to you about that.”
“It’s okay, you have time.”
“What about you, Rhaenar?” Jon involves him.
Rhaenar runs up the snowy hill to spin around and face the both of you. “Hm, well I quite like Rhaenyra. And I also like Daemon for a boy! Just like the Rogue prince, Daemon who rode Caraxes the Blood Wyrm! Daemon was legendary, he’s one of my hero’s!” He exclaims and spins back around. “Visenya was incredible too! But my mother is already named that, so…maybe Daeron, or Jaehaerys. There’s too many. I’ll make a list.”
You share a soft laugh at his enthusiasm, and find Eraxis beginning to walk down the hill where they had been perched. So you peel away from Jon and run to her to quickly embrace her snout since that’s all you can actually manage to get your arms around.
“<Hello my beautiful girl,>” you greet her and feel her scales under your touch as you caress her.
Eraxis, out of excitement spreads her wings out and nudges herself closer to you.
“<Yes I missed flying with you too.>” You whisper and grin brightly.
“What if Rhaegal doesn’t want me to ride him anymore?” Jon cuts off your moment with your dragon, making you pull back to see that Rheagal had walked down to meet up with him too. “What if it was a one time thing?”
You scoff softly and slowly jog to them. “Well there’s only one way to secure a bond with a dragon.” You grab Jon’s arm, pulling his gaze to you. You smile, and find his lips tempting up close so you lean in and kiss him whilst you stretch his arm out.
“Repeat after me,” you whisper against his lips a bit smugly. “<Serve me, Rhaegal,>” you share what you had read in journals and books of your ancestors and their dragons. “He already let you ride him. Approval from his mother or not Dragons are special creatures, he probably would’ve burnt you or dropped you…”
“How assuring,” Jon mumbles, making Rhaenar giggle.
“I’m sure he'll listen,” you continue, “just tell him what I told you in Valyrian.” You step back and Jon seems hesitant to watch you step back, but you shoot him a wink and watch from up close.
Jon lets out a deep sigh, and keeps his eyes lingering on you for a few more seconds just to take you in in case this is his last moment of life. He then proceeds to blink and looks back at the green dragon that has his eyes on Jon already.
Jon keeps his hand out and parts his lips to let out a small breath.
“What happens if he doesn’t bond with Rhaegal?” Rhaenar asks quietly.
You shrug as you keep your eyes on Jon and the green dragon. “I don’t know. Maybe he gets burnt or eaten?”
Jon snaps his head over as if he heard and retorts. “What?”
You shoot him an assuring smile and shake your head. “Nothing, love, just do it!”
Jon sighs and once again looks at Rheagal. This time he says the words. “<Serve me, Rhaegal,>” he butchers those words but he manages to make them sound somewhat coherent.
“Yes,” you exclaim and hold your hands up in anticipation of what would happen next. “Good.”
Rheagal leans his head closer to Jon and blinks slowly, as if trying to take in the person in front of him. Jon proceeds to slowly drop his hand, and glances at you. Rhaegal then lets out a soft whine and presses his snout against Jon, managing to push him back since he’s so big.
“Did it work?” Jon asks in confusion.
Of that you’re unsure, but he’s not being burnt alive, or getting eaten, so yes?
“Well,” you share your thoughts and walk to Jon. “You’re not being burnt right now, so I’ll say it did. I think he wants you to pet him.” You point out and watch Rhaegal stay pressed against Jon.
Jon lets out a nervous breath and pulls his glove off to carefully press his hand against the green scaled snout.
“When you want him to fly just say, <fly>,” you share that last bit in High Valyrian. “If he’s bonded to you he’ll listen without needing his mother closeby.”
“<Fl?>” Jon mispronounces the word.
You grin. “<Fly>” You pronounce.
“<Fly.>” He repeats slowly.
You clap and nod. “Yes! Exactly good! Now let’s go.” You shoot him one last smile before you spin around on your heels and walk to your dragon's side. “Come, Rhaenar, you’ll ride with me.”
“Aww, I wish Helios was big enough,” he whines.
You carefully step on Eraxis' foot and grab one of her horns. “Soon, my little Sunspot, don’t pout.” You climb up finally after two months, and feel your heart pumping fast at the thought of flying again. Gods know how you missed that feeling. The sight of the sky above the clouds. The fresh crisp air. That chill as you’re flying in the air. That freedom.
Nevertheless, once you’re on your saddle and Rhaenar is sitting behind you you turn around to help him get strapped on, but realize in that moment that you haven’t fixed your broken leg strap.
“Damn,” you grumble. “I forgot to fix it.” You let out a deep sigh and sit up straight up to face your son. “Just strap on one, I’ll fix the other one soon.”
Rhaenar nods and finishes strapping the one strap around his leg to secure himself on your saddle.
“Do I say it now?!” You hear Jon shout.
You snap your head around to face him, and catch him on Rhaegal’s bareback holding on for dear life even if they haven’t moved from the ground. “If you’re ready, yes!” You reply, and hold onto your handles as you keep your eyes on him.
“Okay,” Jon breathes out and looks down at Rhaegal. “<Fly, Rhaegal.>”
And without hesitation the dragon runs ahead a bit before flapping his big green wings and setting off, causing you to grin from excitement, and admiration to seeing Jon on that dragon; on the dragon he’s now bonded with.
Seeing him flying gets you excited and eager, so you too say those same words and fly after them.
——
*LATER*
The winds of winter were a familiar greeting once your feet hit the grass ground, but it’s the land, the castle that’s the stranger now.
“It was a much longer ride this time, how was it?” You ask Jon as you begin to walk down the green hill.
Jon sighs and shrugs softly. “Better than when I rode him during battle. And well you are right…flying is liberating.”
You share a short gaze and a small smile that gets pushed away by the sight of the upcoming White Castle standing below the green hill.
From above the sky the castle seemed relevantly small, the blue pointed roofs seemed short, as well as the tall towers. And their small garden of trees was its most outshining thing within the castle, then again it seems that way because most of the trees were dead due to the cold weather, most; the greenery still hangs on to the branches of the giant cypress trees.
Those same trees aligned the Kingsroad that you’re approaching, they’re neatly shaped adding elegance to the already white grande castle that had its gate covered by luscious greenery, and pink and white flowers that seem to sprout during the winter. The walls around the castle walls were blanketed by twisting vines too. It was really enchanting actually.
Yet that enchantment is soon destroyed due to the marching guards that hesitantly come out of the gate holding the house flag.
They stop just outside the gate and wait for Jon, Rhaenar and you to get close to address you all. “Halt there!”
Their eyes hidden behind their helmets wander around the space behind you, they lift to the sky and search for the beasts you flew on. Once they weren’t visible one of them stepped forward, lifted its visor and showed off dull green eyes.
“Who goes there?!”
Jon and you share a short knowing gaze before you step forward and announce yourselves. “Princess…Visenya Targaryen….” It adds a sour taste to your mouth, saying the name your parents gave you, but it’s the name that most of the older people know you as. “…daughter of Rhaegar Targaryen. With me are my husband Lord Jon Snow, Warden of the North, and my son Prince Rhaenar Targaryen…”
The guard's eyes drift to your son, and then the orange dragon perched on his shoulder. He swallows thickly and stiffens whilst he looks back at you.
“…We’ve come to seek an audience with your Lord Ashford.”
The guard blinks and drifts his gaze to Jon behind you, as if asking for permission from him first.
It’s such a common thing, getting overlooked by both men and women in these parts of Westeros, even beyond the Narrow Sea. You’ve grown used to the cold treatment. Yet it still doesn’t mean it doesn’t fucking bother you getting overlooked, especially when you’re higher ranked than Jon. Luckily Jon doesn’t say anything or do anything to answer the man, he makes the guard look back at you.
“Right this way,” the man says and turns stiffly on his heels, causing the other guards behind him to part to the side to let the three you pass by and follow the guard inside.
Once past the outer gate you’re welcomed with a long garden that seems to stop feet away from the entrance of the castle. It’s absolutely beautiful, it’s surrounded by tall green hedges. As you pass the archways that let you inside the garden you see more Cypress trees, you can spot a fountain that holds stone statues of women. There’s benches, and more fountains past the archways, albeit the second one doesn’t hold statues, just water.
“Gods,” you mumble to Jon and Rhaenar, “it’s beautiful here. Imagine this garden in the Spring and Summer.”
“Imagine it when it’s covered by a blanket of snow,” Jon says.
You hum and smile softly at the thought. “That would be beautiful,” you whisper. Now you reach the last archway on the hedge and peek in, catching a third fountain hold statues on the water too, but these statues aren’t just women, they’re statues of The Seven….It’s impressive.
“Wait here,” the guard cuts you off from your awe and pulls your gaze back to him a few feet away from the gates. “I’ll inform the Lord and Lady of your presence.”
You nod in comprehension and watch him walk in, noticing the other guards that had been following behind you march ahead and stay guard in front of the door.
Now however that you’re waiting is when it hits you, the fear and anxiety that make your heart race. No amount of training can actually prepare you for meeting other lords to sway them so that they follow your cause, so that they’ll give their children’s hand in marriage to your own son. Sure if you told Jon to do the talking he would, but it’s you that needed to talk for Daenerys, for yourself.
“I really hope he gets convinced,” you interject and look at Jon by your side.
Jon glances at you and sighs softly before he shifts around to face you. “He will, you’ll convince him. I know you will.”
You turn and face him too, feeling him grab your hands to cradle them in his for comfort.
“Listen to them too,” he says, “just how you tried to listen to me.”
You let out a soft huff and smile timidly.
“I believe in you,” he assures you and pulls one hand away from yours to cup your cheek and pull you in to press a kiss on your lips.
“Look,” Rhaenar cuts in, making you pull away and follow to what he’s pointing to.
That’s when you see three young brunette girls peeking behind the tall glass windows. They notice that you all caught them and seem to smile before quickly disappearing.
“Do you think one of them will be the Lady I’ll be married to,” Rhaenar wonders.
You drop your gaze to look at him and shrug. “Perhaps. What do you think of them?”
Rhaenar blinks and meets your curious gaze. “Well it’s hard to tell since they’re up high and behind glass.”
“Princess, My Lord Snow,” a voice gains your attention, making you look to the opened doors where the main guard now stands. “Right this way, the Lord and Lady Ashford are ready for you.”
Rhaenar lets out a deep nervous breath and glances at you once before he glances at his dragon on his shoulder, and then begins to follow you inside at your side with his chin up and his back straight.
You’re quite nervous too so you keep holding one of Jon’s hands as the guard guides you to the main hall inside the main tower—And just like the outside, the inside of the castle is marvelous too; there's high ceilings, glass chandeliers that twinkle as the light reflects off them. Beautiful stone floors that have a sun carved on them.
Yet the hall isn’t even for the most impressive part, it’s the main room that’s impressive. It’s bright thanks to all the tall windows that are against the walls; it’s almost like a glass room. And there’s tall vases of white flowers that align the pathway to the throne made of dark wood, making the room smell of flowers.
Nevertheless, just on the platform that the throne sits on are those same ladies that had been at the window; there's a set of twins that seem to be around maybe seven and ten wearing long yellow dresses, and at their side just at the edge of the platform is a younger girl, her hair is brown, long and straight, her eyes are dark, black perhaps, she wears a pink dress and sweet smile that lets a dimple show. Across from her is a young man, short but lean, his hair is long and wavy, brown like all the others from his family, he has blue eyes albeit and no welcoming smile; he must be the Lord's heir.
“Princess, Prince, Lord,” a gravelly voice greets, pulling your gaze to the throne to see a short bald plump man on his feet. “Welcome to Ashford.” He bows, and his wife behind him, and the children all curtsy and bow as well. Which is quite surprising considering you’re on “enemy” territory.
“I am Lord Ben Ashford,” he continues, and turns to point at his wife with the same dark eyes as the daughters. “My Wife, Lizbeth Ashford.”
The tall lady gives you a curtsy, so you offer her a sweet smile.
“My twin daughters, Anna and Belle,” he says and points to the girls in their yellow dresses.
You want to laugh at the irony of their names, but you hold it in and look to the last daughter he points to.
“My youngest, Melina…”
Ah, so she’s the girl you want Rhaenar to marry. She seems nice.
Jon and you both look at Rhaenar and smile faintly before looking at the boy who is the Lord’s heir, but don’t pay much mind to him, so he’s done introducing him you let out a small breath and speak. “I am sorry for the surprise visit, Lord Ashford, but I didn’t want to put your family at risk if the Raven was caught.”
He hums and shakes his head. “I understand,” he assures you. “The Kingdom is at war.” He hums and tilts his head. “The last time the Kingdom was at war you were but a babe…”
You blink in surprise and gasp softly.
“It was such a nasty war,” he continues. “I’m sorry for your losses. For the tragedy your family suffered…those poor children were innocent.”
You swallow thickly and nod softly.
“Yet…last I heard beside all the latest news, was that you died when the Lannisters sacked the city.”
You let out a deep sigh and hold his gaze without faltering. “It was said, yes, but I was saved that night by a gold cloak who had served the King. I was the only one he could save, by the time he wanted to save my mother and siblings it was too late, the beast that killed them had found them first. In order to keep me safe, my family, The Martell’s hid me in Sunspear and kept my identity a secret.”
He hums and glances out the window before focusing on you again. “I would have been hesitant to believe your word, but I saw those dragons, we all saw those dragons you flew in with. I would be a fool not to believe you now, so Princess why is it that you’ve come to visit?”
There’s no need longing the topic. Especially not when you’re needed back on Dragonstone. So with one last glance at Jon, you take one step forward and share the envoy. “On behalf of Queen Daenerys of House Targaryen, I have come here to share an offer. You served House Targaryen faithfully until the King died. It’s for that loyalty that we ask for your swords, and your undying loyalty most importantly. In return we offer the title of Warden of the South, and Lord of HighGarden, if it pleases you.”
The heir gasps and snaps his head to his father.
“You’re an old house that’s stood in the reach for centuries,” Jon steps forward to interject. “You know your lands better than anyone, you know the people and history. We would want no one else.”
You look at Jon from the corner of your eyes and shoot him a thankful smile before focusing back on the Lord. You watch him take a step down slowly and put his hands behind him. He takes another step down and sighs, and when he reaches the floor you stand on he stops and looks at you with a pointed look.
“You ask me and the rest of the Reach to betray the crown?” He asks in a deep voice.
You swallow thickly and nod. “The Queen who sits on the throne now is doing nothing but losing money, letting her people starve. She’s weak now without her father, without her family, a weak ruler only serves to spoil everyone else. What happens when a flower spoils?”
“Withers,” the Lord answers. “Dies and turns to nothing.”
“Exactly, it would be a shame to lose your house and the Reach, Lord Ashford.” You continue to press with confidence now gleaming in your eyes. “That's why we came with our offer. If you accept, you won’t only save your family, but the entirety of the Reach.”
“My swords, and my crops I assume for the title of Warden?” He questions with a perplexed gaze.
Yes, truly there’s no need for a marriage pact, but it would be to his benefit, and a security for you too.
“Not only that but a marriage pact,” you reveal now. “My son, the Queen’s heir, Prince Rhaenar Targaryen, to your youngest daughter, the Lady Melina.”
Said girl's eyes go wide and fill with shock, whilst the mother fills with disbelief and sadness; which is understandable, you’re sad to marry off your son.
Nevertheless, the Lord looks to your son and then at Jon, probably noting that they look nothing alike and realizing what Rhaenar truly is, a bastard. Yet he says nothing about it, for one the boy is that, a man, they don’t shame bastard sons the same way as girls or those of low birth. And two, it would be disrespectful if he did point it out.
“A Queen,” he mumbles. “You would make my daughter a Queen?”
You nod. “If you accept yes.”
Lady Melina takes a careful step forward and bores her eyes on her father as if demanding with her look alone to accept the offer.
“My son is almost 11, but if you accept then the marriage would happen when he comes of age,” you add.
Lord Ashford looks back to his daughter looking at him with hope, and then looks to his wife to share one knowing look. When he looks back at you he remains serious for a moment before his lips begin to lift to a smile.
“I accept,” he assures you, letting you finally breathe properly. “On behalf of the Reach, and myself we accept your offer, Princess. It gladdens me that a Targaryen once again will sit on the Throne.”
You begin to grin happily and share that happiness with Jon and your son.
“On behalf of Queen Daenerys, and myself, thank you my Lord,” you curtsy and shoot him a beaming grin. “Thank you.”
The Lord nods and then looks back at his daughter getting shaken by her sisters out of excitement to what will be her future. “Melina, come,” he says.
You look at Rhaenar, and he meets your gaze, letting you point your head ahead so he’ll step forward.
He sighs shakily, and then looks over at Jon.
Jon shoots him an assuring look that lets the boy take a few forward towards the young Lady now beside her father.
“Hello,” she greets.
Rhaenar bows his head and then pulls out the Winter Rose flower crown to show it off to her. “It’s for you, my Lady,” he says in a timid voice. “Blue Winter Roses, they’re the most beautiful in the world, well they were…you seem to outmatch their beauty.”
You stifle your laugh and share a teasing look with Jon. He albeit shares a smug look with you. Was he the one who told him to say that?
“Thank you, Prince Rhaenar,” Lady Melina says and crouches slightly so Rhaenar can put the flower crown on her head. Once she stands up to her given height Helios, leans forward and tilts his head to study the girl before Rhaenar.
“This is my dragon Helios,” Rhaenar says. “He’s only a hatchling now, but soon he will be big enough to ride. When the time comes you can ride him with me too. The skies above the clouds are the most beautiful in the world.”
Lady Melina giggles. “I will look forward to those days then.”
Rhaenar nods and turns to walk back to your side.
“Will you join us for lunch?” The Lord asks. “To celebrate our alliances?”
Jon and you share a speechless look, and without needing to converse Jon answers for you. “That sounds great, we still have a long flight ahead of us.”
——
*LATER. DRAGONSTONE*
Half of what remained of the Iron Fleet surprise attacked the Queen's fleet and captured Missandei; Daenerys' most trusted advisor and best friend.
They knew how much Missandei meant to the Queen since they have no one else to hold over her, no kids, no siblings. She has you, but Cersei knows not to mess with you; she needed someone who wouldn’t bring her immediate demise, so she got sweet Missandei, and…killed her in front of Daenerys instead of giving her surrender.
A stupid mistake. Three dragons against a scared army; An upside to this sudden stoop.
Yet, by seeing Lord Varys waiting on the beach for Jon, Rhaenar, and you to climb off your dragons, it seems like there’s only more bad news to come.
“The Northern armies?” Is the first thing Lord Varys asks the moment you all walk over to him.
“Just crossed the Trident,” Jon shares. “They’ll be at the walls of Kings Landing in two days.”
Lord Varys hums and then looks to you. “Congratulations on securing the Reach, my Princess.”
My princess? Hm. Okay?
You sigh nonetheless, and continue walking towards the castle. “Thank you, Lord Varys. It seems it wasn’t as hard as I thought, not only because we had a lot to offer Lord Ashford, but Cersei doesn’t have any love in the Kingdoms.”
“All we need now is the Westerlands. Which won’t be so hard now, even if Cersei is a Lannister,” Lord Varys says.
You hum and look up at the castle as Daenerys' well-being comes to mind. “How is she?”
“She hasn’t seen anyone since we returned,” Lord Varys says, making Rhaenar curious enough to slow down and listen in as well. “Hasn’t left her chambers, hasn’t accepted any food.”
You let out a deep breath and retort. “Missandei was her best friend, she’s grieving. She shouldn't be alone.”
“You worried for her,” Lord Varys adds, as if it isn’t obvious why. “I admire your empathy.”
“She’s my aunt, my friend,” you quip. “Of course I am. Aren’t you?”
“I’m worried for all of us,” he interjects, making Jon and you share a confused look. “They say every time a Targaryen is born the Gods toss a coin and the world holds its breath.”
A stupid belief made up by people who don’t know what ruling really is.
“We’re not much for riddles where I'm from,” Jon interjects to try and understand what he means.
“We three know what she’s about to do,” Lord Varys continues, causing you to stop in your tracks, and making the others walking at your side to do the same.
When Rhaenar does it though, you turn to him. “Rhaenar, why don’t you go on ahead, hm? Get settled, maybe go give your aunt your sympathy, yes?”
Rhaenar hesitates as he wants to keep listening to what you’re all talking about, but he doesn’t argue and goes on to do as you asked.
“We’re at war Lord Varys,” you mutter with displeasure once Rhaenar is out of earshot. “We can't just sit and do nothing. If the Queen wants to act, we act, it’s her decision to make, she is our Queen.” You turn and face the man with a narrowed gaze.
Lord Varys stays nonchalant and responds. “Men decide where power resides, whether or not they know it.”
Jon steps forward and snaps, “what do you want?”
“All I ever wanted,” Lord Varys says and looks between Jon and you. “The right ruler on the Iron Throne.”
You blink in disbelief and shake your head slowly.
Why is this getting brought up again? Daenerys is harsh, but isn’t every ruler? They need to be so. So why is it a problem now? Why want you to betray her?
“I still don’t know how her coin has landed,” Lord Varys continues. “But I’m quite certain about the both of yours.”
You drop your gaze, and let out a deep frustrated breath and share an annoyed look with Jon before focusing on the man before you to counter. “She’s my aunt, Lord Varys, my Queen. You speak of betrayal. Why?” You ask. “She’s done nothing wrong, not yet. She may be harsh, but what ruler hasn’t been? I won’t betray her for something I don’t want, for something neither of us want.”
“I have known more Kings and Queens than any man living,” he rebuttals. “I’ve heard what they say to crowds, and seen what they do in the shadows. I have furthered their designs, however horrible.” He shakes his head. “But what I tell you now is true. You both come from great houses, and have been raised by good people, you are both loved by many. You will rule wisely and well, while she—”
“Stop,” you cut him off before he can finish his sentence. “She is your Queen. Let us speak of this no longer.” You grab Jon’s hand and break away from your spot together.
Yet before you can go far, Lord Varys stops you with the right words. “I saved you from the fate that awaited you in your quarters that night, I sent that man to save you those years back…gods know I wanted to save the others…”
You gasp and stiffen.
“…but fate had a hand at saving you. You. Will you really let their deaths mean nothing? She speaks of Destiny, but it is your true birthright, your fate. Do you really think she will let those children you carry inside you live?”
Jon snaps around and takes a long stride towards the man. “You keep my children out of your mouth, Lord Varys.”
“Think about it, Lord Snow,” Lord Varys continues, knowing Jon won't do anything. “Do you want your wife and your children to suffer the same fate y/n’s mother and siblings did?”
You slowly grab your small swollen belly and continue to stand there in disbelief and tears gleaming in your eyes. He’s not right. Even if Daenerys was angry for what fate brought Jon and you, she’d never do that. She’s not a monster.
Why can’t they see that? She’s not a bad person. She’s just…she just needs guidance.
“Y/N,” Jon calls out as you make your way inside the castle. “Y/N, talk to me.”
You huff out. “How dare he bring up my mother? How dare he use their deaths, my vulnerability about them against me?” You grumble and quicken your pace. “He’s, he’s…” you groan out in frustration and stop to take a deep breath. “Why,” you mutter. “Why do they want me to betray her? Sansa, Arya, him? What has she done wrong? People die all the time, Lord Tarley was a cause of war. He didn’t want to bend the knee so he had to die, and the son…I,” you pause and shake your head. “Aegon the Conqueror did the same thing and he gets praised for it, so,” you stammer out instead of continuing your previous comment. “So why judge her? Why be angry at her?”
You hear Jon come to stop behind you, you hear his deep sigh before you feel his gloved hand on your arm.
“They just don’t understand,” Jon says and turns you around so you’ll face him. “Leaders must make hard decisions. Decisions some won’t like. And Sansa is just angry it will pass, with time she’ll see what you see in Daenerys.”
You let out a shaky breath and nod softly as his words assure you. Yet there’s still that thorn, that fear that was getting fed more and more. “And the babies…Jon? Varys knows about you,” you mention now that you’ve settled down. “I try not to, but I know he’s right. I know Daenerys is right as well, about the baby's claims.” Tears gleam in your eyes. “Jon….If the realm finds out they will try and press their claims, not Rhaenar’s, not mine, there’s.”
Jon grabs your face with both hands. “I will tell you again what I have told you before, I will not let anything happen to our children. Not her or anyone else. I will not let them try and control them. They will be fine. You will be fine. And if…anything happens…we can leave to the North. To Dorne. We can go far, I won’t let them take my family away. I won’t let them hurt you, my love.” He then pulls you in for an embrace and holds you tightly.
You hold onto him almost like you’re afraid to let go, you close your eyes and nuzzle your head in his neck.
“Talk to her,” he whispers. “She needs you now. You might be the only one who can talk to her.”
It might also work in your favor considering her cold shoulder.
However, once you reach the meeting quarters where she’s in, you hesitate to even knock on the doors out of that…fear you don’t want to actually feel towards her. One you can’t help, and one that has been in the back of your head since you found out about the babies.
But that’s it isn’t? They want you to doubt her, but it’s not true, she’s not that person…you can’t let yourself be convinced by them. So you knock on the door and wait.
Yet you get no response, so you slowly open the door regardless and poke your head in, seeing her standing at the other side of the room staring out at the ocean past the high balcony. Her hair isn’t braided back or brushed like how she wears it. She’s not dressed in a big dress, she’s unkept.
“Dany,” you mumble and walk in slowly.
Said woman sighs and looks at you over her shoulder with an upset frown. You close the door behind you and slowly walk in closer to her, noticing now the eyebags under her eyes from lack of sleep.
“Tyrion was just in here,” she cuts to the chase and turns to face you. “Someone’s betrayed me.”
You stop a few feet away and clasps your hands together to wait for who she’d say in case she was told the wrong person.
“Varys,” she reveals.
You drop your gaze and sigh deeply.
“You knew?” She asks as she immediately detects your hesitation to react.
You nod stiffly. “He….talked to me just as I arrived…” you look up at her and meet her gleaming gaze. “He spoke of betrayal.”
If no one knows who Jon really is, no one presses your children’s claim, no one tries to push Daenerys from her throne and she won’t have to—They might be safe.
That’s why you say it with ease now, Varys' betrayal.
“He wanted me to betray you,” you reveal and clench your jaw.
Daenerys steps down and looks into your eyes in case she sees doubt, and even if you feel fear, and…an inkling of doubt that does make you hesitate, you don’t show it to her because you have to believe she’s good.
“I know you told the others to keep quiet, but you can’t blame them,” you try to talk her out of her anger towards Sansa, since she was the one who couldn’t keep quiet. “Varys is the only one to blame, he wants to press Jon’s claim as well as mine, over yours. The others just shared the news but did nothing. You understand?”
Daenerys swallows thickly and narrows her eyes. “I told you that I didn’t want his secret revealed. I gave you a second chance after you kept secrets from me. And I’ve come to find out now that everyone in my court knows.”
There she goes. You try so hard to defend her against all they say about her, and she goes to say this shit. Yes she’s angry, but this…can’t go on.
“I can’t control them,” you argue as you furrow your brows. “I can’t control Sansa, nor the other Starks. Jon told them because they’re his family, it wasn’t my choice. Yes, I supported him and his choice because he’s my husband. If you want someone to be angry at, blame Varys. Not me, not Jon, and not Sansa. Varys and him alone. But,” you scoff. “If it’s me you want to be angry at then…” you hesitate. “I can’t control you. I just hope you know that I support you, I love you.”
Daenerys clenches her jaw and her breath trembles. She holds your gaze for a few seconds before she averts your gaze and queries. “What is it you think we need to do about Varys?”
You let out a small sigh and answer without hesitance. “Have him meet a traitor's end.” You lift your chin and gently stroke your swollen belly with your thumb.
Daenerys hums and walks to the fireplace to watch the flames dance. She stays quiet, and remains…grief stricken and angry.
You know how that feels. You understand that pain, so you drop the tension that was just built and walk towards her slowly.
“Daenerys,” you call softly. “I’m sorry about Missandei,” you whisper and stop just a bit before her to gently grab her arm. “She was good. I’m sorry you lost her.”
Daenerys draws in a deep breath and closes her eyes as she’s hit with more pain. She sighs deeply, and opens her eyes to glance at you with a watery gaze.
And right now for the first time in a few months she left herself vulnerable to you, she let you see her cry, and let her shoulders fall. She lets you pull you in for an embrace, and returns it tightly.
You smile softly and clutch onto her tighter.
“If it’s a counter move you want to do, I support it,” you tell her, making her pull back to meet your gaze. “We can’t let Cersei think she has the upper hand. We can’t let her get away with it.”
Daenerys sniffles and begins to smirk.
“We can’t hurt the people though,” you continue. “They’re innocent, they’re just a product of bad ruling, so our war is not against them, it’s solely against her.”
Daenerys turns away from you to add her suggestion. “Her brother, and lover, Jaime.”
Your own smirk falters and you begin to shake your head, but she interjects with more.
“We caught him trying to sneak past our lines, he was going back to her. We kill him in front of her and she’ll lose that smirk on her face.”
One man, it’s just one man—But it’s exactly because she loves him, or cares for him that you can’t kill him! You still need him as a pawn against her. Yes, that's it.
“No,” you cut her off. “Not him. If she cares about him then we can use him against her. I just need to talk to him.”
Daenerys squints slightly and investigates why you sound so insistent on helping him from a fate she thought he deserved. “Why would he listen to you?”
You want to smile out of pride for what you want to say, but you notice her pointed gaze and just answer seriously. “He…sort of swore fealty to me. I say sort of because he just promised to make up for the promises he broke.”
Daenerys' gaze hardens, and her eyes drop to hide her glare.
“And what a great job he's doing,” she quips.
You sigh and nod. “Yes, I understand it doesn’t look good, but I’ll talk to him.” You lower your gaze to try and read hers, but she quickly looks up unfazed.
“Fine, but that won’t stop us from striking,” she makes clear.
“I know,” you assure her. “I’m with you. We will make the city surrender. we will win this war.” You grab her hands and cup them gently.
Daenerys lifts her chin and swallows thickly before she nods stiffly. “Fire and blood,” she says with a very faint smirk.
You smile slowly and nod. “Fire and blood,” you repeat. Daenerys' smile falters, but she nods, not letting you see what she truly thought.
“Talk to Ser Jaime,” she deadpans. “Only you.”
You pull your hands away and nod. You leave her chambers blinded with hope that she took in your words and listened, that she cherished your comfort. You believe it, and keep believing that she isn’t a monster others paint her out to be. You believe she won’t be the threat that you fear.
You believe it all blindly in that moment because she’s your family. Even after she had told you to paint the babies as bastards, even after that threat you can’t—you don’t want to think of her any other way. Because if you did then…
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*LATER. KINGS LANDING*
“<I want to talk to the prisoner,>” you tell the unsullied guard posted in front of the tent that they had chained Ser Jaime in.
The guard nods stiffly and steps aside, letting the others do the same and clear a path towards the tent. Once inside you see him there sat against a post, looking quite pathetic you have to admit.
“Lady Sansa says that you and Ser Brienne have made quite the pair,” you make yourself known. “It would be a travesty that you broke her heart.”
Jaime slowly peers over his shoulder as best as he can, and right away you catch his surprise.
You walk around him slowly to stand before him, and he follows you with his eyes.
“I’d grab a seat for you, but well,” he sighs dramatically and drops his gold hand against the ground.
You draw in a deep breath and keep piercing your unamused glare into him. “You know,” you interject as you grab a seat and sit across from him. “I really wanted to trust you. I mean who goes all the way North to fight the dead after his Queen said he was spared from fighting that war? A stupid man, or a rather brave one. I wanted you to keep your promise, truly,” you scoff and shake your head. “But here you are.”
Jaime sighs and drops his head. “Here I am. Have you come to kill me?”
You cross your leg over the other and shrug. “Eraxis is out there, waiting for me, one word and she’d eat you leaving only that horrible golden hand left behind.”
Jaime scoffs. “As far as deaths go, getting eaten by a dragon wouldn’t be so terrible.”
You smile softly and laugh. “I suppose not.”
Jaime snaps his eyes up at the sound of your laugh and doesn’t know whether to be proud or scared that you laughed.
Nevertheless, you go serious before he can decide.
“What are you doing here, Ser Jaime?” You ask. “Are you going back to her?”
Jaime slowly rolls his head up to meet your gaze, and exhales deeply. “I suppose the answer is quite difficult.”
“It doesn’t have to be.”
Jaime swallows thickly and whispers. “I love her.”
So you’ve been told. Yet you can’t have much say in that anymore considering….
“She says she’s carrying another child,” he continues, making you sit up and blink in surprise. “I want to save her. But on the other hand I know that can’t happen, Cersei walked into her own death and there isn’t anything I can do about it. There isn’t anything I want to do about it,” he whispers. “Kings Landing may be a shitty place, but…the people don’t deserve what can unfold because of her stubbornness and pride.” He licks his lips, throws his hands out and huffs out.
“So that’s where the problem lies, Princess.” He continues and drops his hands. “Do I betray the women that I love, do I betray my family? Or do I betray the thousands of people in this city, and my oath?”
“Well,” you sigh and hold his gaze with a pitiful look. Not because you are now moved by his words, you won’t tell him to spare her or risk people’s lives so he can live some fantasy with her, but it’s his own struggle that you pity. It’s one you never want to struggle with.
“You know what my answer will be, Ser Jaime,” you say. “I just hope you can make the right choice and help me capture her. Not for me, but for the lives you swore to protect. Because I may not want to admit it…” you pause and hesitate. “But…I know what Daenerys is capable of, I know what Cersei is capable of. And if capturing Cersei from the castle helps avoid the bloodshed of innocents shouldn’t we take that?”
Ser Jaime tilts his head slightly and looks into your eyes for a moment before he smirks. “You’re much wiser than your father ever was, has anyone ever told you that?”
You scoff and shake your head. “No, but I’m glad you did.” You smirk faintly for a second before you go serious again. “Ser Jaime, I don’t want to kill you, I don’t want to see Daenerys kill you. Maybe there are bad things that you have done in your life, yes, but as far as people go, you aren’t such a bad person. You’re one of the good ones, Ser Jaime.”
Said man looks at you with disbelief before he drops his head and scoffs.
“I know it won’t be easy,” you continue and stand up from your seat to get closer to him. “I can’t imagine what it will feel like, nor do I want to ever feel it. But you are one of the only people who can get close to her. You may be here, she may have taken that as a betrayal, but if she loves you then at the end of the day, she won’t renounce you. Giving me the chance to end the war there by taking her and letting the city surrender.”
There’s silence, deafening silence that makes you grow nervous over what he might say, and if he might make that promise to you.
“It’s kind of poetic isn’t it? Funny?” He interjects and keeps his head down. “That I have to face this choice again?” He forces a small laugh and slowly lifts his head up. “I will do it. I’ll help you, I’ll help these people.”
You sigh in relief and crouch down to be at his eye level now. “Thank you,” you tell him softly.
Jaime shakes his head and queries, “why are you so kind to me now? I don’t get it.”
“Well,” you mutter and begin to fiddle with your rings. “You did save my life, my children’s life.” You smile faintly. “That has to be worth an attempt at forgiveness?”
“No,” he argues. “It shouldn’t after the pain I caused you, but…I am thankful.”
You smile wider and give your last explanation to leave him alone. “I’d let you free, but I can’t have one of Cersei's scouts spotting you, it’s best if we use the element of surprise. I’ll let you out tomorrow and share the plan with you.”
Jaime lets out a deep sigh, but nods in agreement nonetheless.
“I’ll have some of my guards bring you supper and water.” You say and stand to your given height. “Goodnight Ser Jaime.”
Said man offers you a nod and redirects it. “Goodnight, princess.”
You walk to the tent's exit and stop to look back and say one last thing. “I really appreciate your loyalty and what you have to do. Thank you.”
Due to the night being so late Jon made you swear not to fly back to Dragonstone, he said “you’re too close to the castle, you can get attacked.” You fought him against it, arguing that someone can sneak in at camp and kill you anyway. But he said that the Northerner men, and the Dornish men you have here now would protect you, so you stayed.
You lay in bed but just stared at the ceiling the entire night thinking about Daenerys, and about everyone’s concerns, your own naiveness towards the situation—but then again it’s like everyone wants her to blow up and destroy everything. They say they can’t trust her, but they never try to guide her. She’s hurt, grieving, and she’s trying to rule over a broken kingdom that desperately needs her, over a sexist kingdom that needs some show of power or else she’s vulnerable. Why can’t they understand that?
You groan and squeeze your eyes shut to hopefully stop thinking about it and get some sleep, but it only takes you under for a moment before you’re woken up by the announcement that a ship is on their way. After that you’re up again and waiting by shore for Jon to dock.
Once he sees you his eyes soften. You get lost in his gaze and offer him a smile until you notice that Lord Varys is not traveling with them. It’s only him, Tyrion, and Rhaegal flying in from above.
She ended up killing him…
He would have put your children at risk, Everyone at risk. It was for the best….
Regardless, once Jon lands his feet on shore you both meet each other halfway in an embrace, as if you had been apart for months.
“Hey,” he whispers.
You grin and pull back to meet his gaze. “I missed you,” you whisper.
Jon smiles softly and cups your cheek. “Me too.”
Your heart flutters, and your smile widens.
“How are you feeling?” He asks with deep concern.
“I’m fine,” you assure him. “Just anxious for what’s to come.”
Jon sighs and frowns. “You should rest until we leave, it will be good for you.”
You scoff. “Rest? I cannot, I have to be briefed, I have to keep my cousins up to date.”
“Are they here?”
You look around and make sure everyone is minding their business to lean in and whisper. “Hidden under the castle.” You pull back and smirk briefly. “My son? How is he?”
Jon scoffs and smiles in amusement. “Upset he couldn’t come.”
You laugh softly. “Expected he would.”
Jon smiles for a second longer before it begins to fade, and you read the dread and concern in his gaze that makes your heart slowly skip a beat as you can tell something is wrong.
“Let’s talk later?” He says.
You try to read him by his look alone, but you can’t tell what he was holding back. “Of course.”
Jon sighs and glances down at your belly to caress it gently before he breaks away and lets you turn to face camp and the two men who stood close, Ser Davos and Tyrion.
“My brother?” Tyrion asks.
You draw in a deep breath and keep your face serious so as to not give anything away. “He’s fine. Locked away.” You abruptly end that conversation there and turn to Ser Davos. “May you share the news to Jon, please.”
See Davos nods and does as you say. “The rearguard should be here by daybreak.”
“She wants to attack now,” Tyrion adds.
Of course she does, she’s impatient. It’s why people can’t trust her.
“Daybreak at the earliest,” Jon says and turns to look at you one more time. “I have to make a few rounds around camp, let’s meet for supper?”
You nod eagerly, and let your gaze linger on his until he turns to talk to some of his men, leaving you to turn to talk to Tyrion, but ending up seeing him and Ser Davos talking—no murmuring to each other a few feet away.
It’s probably about Jaime, fuck hopefully he doesn’t try anything before you can let him out.
“Tyrion,” you interrupt his conversation and walk over to him and Ser Davos.
Both men stop talking and turn to face you.
“May I get the briefing from the Queen?”
Tyrion spares one last glance at the old knight beside him before stepping away to walk with you instead.
“Lord Varys died last night,” Tyrion shares. “For his crime of treachery.”
“Yes,” you nod stiffly. “I told her to.” You grab Tyrion’s hand and stop him from walking. “Considering what he was asking of me and Jon. Why did you tell him?” You whisper.
Tyrion glances around before meeting your gaze. “He had a right to know.”
You swallow thickly and let out a deep sigh. “No, it was meant to be kept a secret. You should’ve kept it at that.”
No one needed to tell you who had told Lord Varys, it was obvious it was Tyrion. He’s the only one who would share something like that to him.
“Now he’s dead….do you know if word got out?”
Tyrion shakes his head. “No, I don’t.”
You let his arm go and continue walking. “Well, we’ll know soon enough if it did.” You clasp your hands together to begin fiddling with your rings. “Anything else?”
Tyrion nods and adds on. “Tomorrow when you hear the bells ring it means that the city has surrendered, don’t attack after those bells ring.”
“Yes,” you say. “I know. I was hoping it would be that way.”
“It was hard to convince her to do it,” he admits, making you drop your gaze and swallow thickly out of…slight fear. He kept talking about the rest of the plan for tomorrow, but that’s all you could think about, that slight twinge of fear.
Still though, you keep telling yourself they’re wrong about her.
“About your brother,” you add after he’s done speaking. “You may not go talk to him, I’m sorry but I can’t risk you letting him go free.”
Tyrion stops walking, so you stop too and turn to face him.
“But,” he tries to rebuttal.
“No,” you cut him off. “I know sibling love, Tyrion. My sisters may not be my actual sisters, but I was raised alongside them, I love them as such. I know the lengths I would go to to save them too. That’s why I’m telling you to please leave him alone. For your sake and his.” You keep your eyes on his own perplexed and upset one’s for a second, before you turn on your heels and head to Ser Jaime yourself before Tyrion could eventually go.
The moment you’re inside you make yourself known right away. “Ser Jaime,” you greet as you walk into the tent.
Said man sits up from his seat against the post and peers back. “Princess,” he greets in return. “I almost thought you wouldn’t come.”
You slowly walk over to stand before him, noticing the dirty plates and cups they had yet to pick up from the ground.
“I said I would,” you tell him as you pick up the utensils. “Just so you know you’re brother just arrived. I’m certain he’ll come to try and get you out later. I hope you know how to drift him away. I mean only if I can’t get you out before then.” You put the stuff down on the table at the far corner and then turn to face him.
“Well, I’ll try my best,” Jaime says. “But my brother is quite stubborn.”
“Runs in the family then?” You snap back with a smirk.
Jaime scoffs softly and nods.
You blink and look down to let out a small breath before you walk over to him to crouch down and whisper your plan. “If you are true to your word by tomorrow. Go down to the caves where the dragon skulls are kept, past there will be a stairwell that leads down to a cove, I’ll wait for you there with my sisters.”
Jaime blinks and furrows his eyebrows. “Sisters?” He probes.
You hum. “My sisters have come to save Ellaria, Cersei didn’t kill her so my little sister has come to save her mother in the chaos that will be tomorrow.” You smirk as you share. “We’ll meet you there while Daenerys is attacking the walls.”
Jaime looks down at the ground and nods slowly. He begins to pick up dirt and adds to the conversation with his own questions. “And if your Queen attacks the castle?”
You sigh. “Then Eraxis and I will fly up, meet you there inside.”
“And how am I meant to get in the castle?” He continues to ask.
“Someone I trust will let you out later, they will have a cloak and a uniform you can wear. Use that.” You answer his question. “You can use the cover of night to hide.” You narrow your gaze and press him as you sense some uneasiness. “I know it won’t be easy, but I can count on you, right?”
Jaime lingers in silence that makes you doubt, but he soon mutters. “Giving her up will help end the battle?”
You shrug. “I hope,” you answer with the truth. “At the moment things change, but I do want that battle to end there.” You nod and gnaw on your lip out of nervousness. “Will you help me then?”
Jaime finally meets your gaze and swallows thickly before he nods in agreement, making you offer him a soft smile. “Thank you, Ser Jaime.” You whisper to him sweetly. You stand up to your feet and step back. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Remember don’t speak to your brother about anything if he catches you still here.”
“I understand,” he assures you.
You offer him one last smile before you walk out and head back to your tent to write ravens and go over plans. You sat but didn’t rest, didn’t calm down with the chaos that is preparing and planning for battle. A sense of peace doesn't come until Jon enters the tent with bowls of supper.
“It’s not all five courses, but it will keep you full,” he breaks the silence of the room.
You put your pen down and send your friend away that is going to help Jaime.
“Remember tell the guards that I command them to get a break.” You tell him.
The man nods and turns to leave Jon and you alone.
“Finished?” Jon probes.
You stand up from your chair and nod as you walk over to the small square table where he sets down the plates. “How have you been today?” You ask as you sit down across from him.
Jon sits down and picks up his spoon. “All over the camp. It’s been stressful. Did you talk to Ser Jaime yet?”
You nod and pick up your spoon to begin scooping up some supper. “I did. Hopefully it all goes smoothly.”
He hums. “You’ve gotten some sleep yet?”
You take a bite first and swallow before shaking your head. “Not yet hopefully now once I’m done with supper…if you’ll join me.”
Jon smiles faintly at his food and nods. “I will.”
“Good,” you whisper and take a few more spoonfuls of your food in silence, peaceful silence that has been lacking all day.
Yet it’s as that is happening that you begin to notice his look turn more and more somber, his frown deepens like before, and your heart feels as if it’s skipping beats.
“You remember that I wanted to talk to you?” Jon breaks the silence.
You slowly put down your spoon and nod slowly. “Hm.”
Jon sighs deeply and sits up to meet your gaze. “Well…it’s about…Daenerys.”
You blink in disbelief and keep quiet so he can continue.
“Last night when she executed Lord Varys, I noticed that she had no remorse…she had no guilt.” He says, making you feel a pit on your stomach and even more heightening disbelief at what you imagine he’s trying to get to—“I understand what happened..but Lord Varys was with her for a long time, and she looked as if she enjoyed it.”
You set your hands on your lap to discreetly fiddle with your rings, and repeat what he’s saying in your mind over and over again to try and fully understand.
“What if Sansa is right? What if Lord Varys had some reason?”Jon asks.
You shake your head and get up from your seat to face the doors of the tent. “It’s….hm. Why should she show remorse?” You counter and turn to face him with perplexity. “Would you show remorse for a traitor?”
Jon shakes his head. “No—”
“Exactly,” you cut him off and turn around to pace to the bed. “That can’t be the only reason why you doubt her now, she’s not like what they want her to be.”
“And if she is?” He probes regardless. “Perhaps we’ve been too blind. She doesn’t listen, she’s too hasty, impulsive. She can hardly even look at you, how long will it be until she turns on you? I told you I want to keep you safe, I want to have my family live,” he argues and gets up from his chair to slowly step towards you.
You shake your head and keep trying to fool yourself that they’re all just being too judgmental.
“Last night,” he continues as he now stands behind you. “She told me that if it’s fear that they want to feel towards her, then she welcomes it, she doesn’t care if the people love her not anymore, not after Missandei.”
You blink repeatedly and that pit deepens until you begin to feel nauseous because you know you have no reason denying his words, Jon is not a liar, he’s honest. His words would never be a lie.
You turn and sit down on the edge of the bed to drop your head and get lost on the ground as you sank it all in, as you keep trying to deny it.
Jon sighs and sits next to you, he takes your hand and interlaces it with his.
“I know she’s your family, but sometimes duty is the death of love…she’s lost…” he trails off, and you keep trying to deny it.
“I can’t accept it,” you whisper in her defense. “We’re supposed to win together. Bring back what our family lost, together…” you pause and close your eyes to sigh slowly and shakily.
Jon swallows thickly, and doesn’t argue he just says one last thing. “Tomorrow if things change, if she doesn’t follow the plan. If she tries anything, you fly the other way, swear to me.”
You open your eyes and slowly lift your gaze to meet his.
“Nothing is worth it if I lose you,” he whispers and cups your cheek with his other hand. “So swear to me that you won’t fight her. I can’t lose you.”
Without hesitation you nod to assure him. And you mean it because you have faith in her that she won’t become what they fear.
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Ongoing
Two years after the Battle for the Living, the harshest winter in living memory still hasn’t ended. Sansa Stark is desperate to save what’s left of her people, but there’s nothing she can do except hope that they don’t all slowly starve before winter ends.
Well, nothing she can do until the Old Gods hear her desperate plea and send her back to Winterfell months before King Robert stepped foot in the North. Now all the “what ifs” she’s spent contemplating are possible and she’s promised the Old Gods she would do anything to save her family and the people of the North even if that meant staining her honor, allying with old enemies, or entering yet another unwanted marriage.
Or the one in which the Old Gods have zero tact and Sansa is determined to keep the game of thrones from ruining her family or the North.
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From chapter 22 of The Waiting Place
To her right, Lady Brienne gave her a sympathetic look, having obviously heard her. Sansa didn’t reply, only gave her a grateful look in turn.
Her good-sister and sworn sword was of great solace lately. When Sansa had prayed for a friend, a true knight to save her when she was trapped in King’s Landing, she did not expect Lady Brienne to be that person. Although they had only crossed paths twice in the Red Keep, Brienne was no more than Ser Jaime’s unconventional (and heavily rumored to be salacious) wife who claimed to have been the sworn sword to her mother. But on both occasions, Sansa made it clear she wanted nothing to do with her, her grief for her family made her angry and unfortunately, Brienne was the target when her anger spilled out. She just couldn’t understand how someone who claimed to be her lady mother’s sworn sword could willingly join House Lannister, other than the rumors that seemed to be proven true by way of their hasty marriage.
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Chapters: 33/?
Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, Game of Thrones (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationships: Jon Snow/Sansa Stark
Characters: Jon Snow, Sansa Stark, Arya Stark, Bran Stark, Ned Stark, Catelyn Tully Stark, Robb Stark, Theon Greyjoy, Samwell Tarly, Gilly (A Song of Ice and Fire), Edd Tollett, Benjen Stark, Pyp | Pypar (A Song of Ice and Fire), Grenn (A Song of Ice and Fire), Jeor Mormont, Maester Aemon Targaryen, Grand Maester Pycelle (A Song of Ice and Fire), Tyrion Lannister, Tywin Lannister, Cersei Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Joffrey Baratheon, Shireen Baratheon, Tommen Baratheon, Myrcella Baratheon, Davos Seaworth, Melisandre (A Song of Ice and Fire), Varys (A Song of Ice and Fire), Petyr Baelish, Barristan Selmy, Margaery Tyrell, Olenna Tyrell, Loras Tyrell, Ghost | Jon Snow's Direwolf, Lady | Sansa Stark's Direwolf, Nymeria | Arya Stark's Direwolf, Grey Wind | Robb Stark's Direwolf, Summer | Bran Stark's Direwolf, Shaggydog | Rickon Stark's Direwolf, Rickon Stark, Sandor Clegane, Gregor Clegane, Edmure Tully, Brynden "Blackfish" Tully, Lysa Tully Arryn, Robert "Sweetrobin" Arryn, Yohn Royce, Anya Waynwood, Roose Bolton, Jon "The Greatjon" Umber, Rickard Karstark, Myranda Royce, dragon o/c
Additional Tags: jonsa, R Plus L Equals J | Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen are Jon Snow's Parents, Love, War, Character Death, Politics, Betrayal, Smut, orginialcharacterdragon, Direwolves (A Song of Ice and Fire), Dragons, Intrigue, Sexual Assault, Ramsay Snow is his own Warning
Series: Part 2 of Daggers to the Heart
Summary:
A war is brewing in the South. It is time to face the Lions. To complicate matters, familiar foes return to haunt them.
This is part 2 of a series, written in the order of the books To fully appreciate (and understand) this story, you need to read part one. If you don't, you won't know what is happening.
Daggers to the Heart Pt 1, A Game of Thrones
Daggers to the Heart Pt 2, Clash of Kings
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Chapters: 17/?
Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth, Podrick Payne/Sansa Stark, Tyrion Lannister & Sansa Stark
Characters: Jaime Lannister, Brienne of Tarth, Tyrion Lannister, Sansa Stark, Podrick Payne, Tywin Lannister, Cersei Lannister, Olenna Tyrell, Selwyn Tarth, Jon Snow, Tormund Giantsbane
Additional Tags: Forced Marriage, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Episode: s04e02 The Lion and the Rose, Canon Divergence - The Purple Wedding, Jaime saving Tyrion, Eventual Pod/Sansa, The Quiet Isle, the wall - Freeform, Tarth, evenfall hall
Sansa brought her horse to a sudden stop, staring at a small figure crouched over a larger one. She leaned forward, eyes narrowed, squinting. Sansa urged her horse forward a bit more. ‘Arya?’ she murmured. The figure straightened up, twsiting to survey them. Sansa nudged her horse into a walk. It can’t be… No one’s heard a whisper of anything about Arya for three years. The person’s face swam into focus. She was taller, with the hint of womanly curves where she had once been all angles and planes. Her hair was shorter. But Sansa would never forget the face. Not until the day she died. She’d loved it. Sneered at it. Dearly wanted nothing more than to slap the cheeky grin from it when they were little. But it was a face she knew as well as her own. ‘Arya?’ Sansa shrieked, booting her horse into a gallop.
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EXPEDIENCE
asoiaf, jaime x sansa, (mostly) book canon
set after a dance with dragons
explicit, 31k
read on ao3 >
#my fics#jaimesansa#jaime x sansa#asoiaf fic#expedience#guess what i did this week instead of working on my nano novel
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hey friend!! thank you for the ask 🥰lets do a snippet from my Jaime x Sansa fic:
She’s the kind of Queen they’ll write songs about, he thinks—and he hopes that in one of them they’ll include the way she looks smiling at an eager little girl, with lavender flowers braided into her crimson braids and pink flushed on her cheeks.
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Sansa Stark bought Old Aemon's bookshop in Lannisport to keep it out of corporate hands. What happens when Jaime Lannister, fresh off his latest book tour, comes into the shop expecting to see his old friend Aemon but finds Sansa instead?
This is a story about love at first sight, and trusting your instincts when you find 'the one.'
The Bookstore Keeper’s Heart by @tm-writes
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Fic Rec Friday
(Shh, pretend it's still Friday.)
Another Game of Thrones fic! This is one is not a reader-insert, but we're branching out because I've got such a massive weakness for Brienne of Tarth and Jaime Lannister. In particular, Shoot the Moon is an AU fic written by the stunning @hardlyfatal.
Now, all of hardlyfatal's AUs are legendary, but this one has a special place in my heart since it's the first one I ever read.
Shoot the Moon features author Brienne Tarth who gets talked into going to a Western-themed vacation/retreat with a few friends. Stockbroker Jaime Lannister is a single father whose brother convinces him to help run the Western-themed vacation/retreat while the business is short a worker. Their initial meeting is tempestuous, but it isn't long before both of them start to soften toward the other.
Honestly, Shoot the Moon is one of those stories I read over and over again! It's witty and well-written, with believable character development that feels so natural. And that's not to mention the incredible smut! The story also contains background bits of Sansa/Sandor and mentions of Arya/Gendry, but the focus is firmly on Brienne and Jaime. As I said, it's a modern AU, but there are plenty of nods to the source material, along with some other delightful tidbits. (I always get a particular kick out of the in-universe version of Yelp, Yarp.)
This fic is one you can really take your time to explore - 80,000 words split over 33 chapters. But make sure to start reading soon! hardlyfatal has started taking some of their fics down to rewrite into original works, so make sure to catch Shoot the Moon before it's gone! I'm including a link to the first chapter on AO3 below:
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Ch 38 - The Lannister Heirs
Part 39
Fire OF A Stark
@dragonixfrye
Jaime and I had been living at the rock for awhile now. Strolling the hallways of the vast castle I was on my own for entertainment since he was now in charge of the Lannister army. They were needing to get a new sense of the new lord of the Rock. There was a thought that wouldn't stop crossing my mind and it was Sansa. She was forced to remain in King's Landing. I desperately wanted her here by my side and away from Cersei and Joffrey. Footsteps came down the hallway where someone put their hand over my eyes. "Jaime, what are you doing?" Seeing it was the golden hand I gently pushed it down turning to face him.
"Looking for my dragon wife. My war meeting ended early at my request. Since I would rather be spending time with you." He explained wrapping his arms around my tugging me into his warm embrace.
He was wearing a golden tunic and trousers that almost matched what he wore the day he fought my father Ned in the streets of the city. He had even left his hair to grow out a little longer after I had told him I preferred it a little longer. "Well I am glad because I am not permitted by the Maester to do anything really. It gets rather boring just roaming the hallways all day."
"I aim to change that, Lynesse. Come with me." He offers his hand, staring down at my choices of clothing. I hadn’t worn many of the Lannister dresses unless we were meeting with the members of his household. Otherwise he would find me wearing his tunics and other things. Even with my growing belly I still managed to have my sword with me.
He tugged me by the arm leading me down a section of stairs I wasn't familiar with. We had to go up quite a few more large staircases before we came to a stop outside a large red door. He pushed it open revealing a large tower room with multiple open windows to gaze out from. Walking forward I could recall the rumors that they said about the Rock. One late Lannister that had died years before our time had said that on a good day you could see all the way across and see nothing but clear waters before you. "So the tales were true about this tower. It's beautiful, like our own little island away from the rest of the Seven kingdoms."
"I thought you would like it. I have also been talking with the castle builders to see if we can make a platform for Joanna since she can't very well fit in the walls." He responded back wrapping his arms around my waist from behind.
Turning around in his arms I leaned up on my toes kissing him softly. "I always thought I would dislike my new home that I would be forced into. Yet I was wrong I love it here with you."
"There's nowhere else I would have rather heard you say that, Lynesse. You will always be my Lady Lannister regardless of you being a dragon-wolf." Jaime leaned down, capturing my lips with his, making me grin.
A few months after Battle of White Walkers
"Seven hells…Jaime!" I screamed clutching the bedsheets in my fingers making my knuckles turn white almost. He was standing beside me with my handmaiden on the other side. I bared my teeth down pushing longer than I cared for. We were finally having our second child after the battle at Winterfell.
My white hair was sticking to my forehead where I threw my head back crying. My sister Sansa was now to be declared Queen in the North and she was talking with me about what should be done. Rhaenyra was tended to by another lady in waiting and Maxon since we both trusted they would look out for her. Blinking through tears of my own I could still make out that Jaime was terrified for me because he was crying himself. "Lynesse, you…you can do this…"
"Oh geez…argh!" I cried hearing the midwife instructing me.
"Just a few more big pushes, Lady Lannister."
Clutching my hands into fists as tightly as possible I closed my eyes shut. Pushing as much as I could two or three times we finally heard a baby cry. The midwife caught the baby while I collapsed back onto the pillows. "You did good, Lynesse." The handmaiden Bridget wiped away sweat from my forehead with a cloth.
Jaime had convinced me to take on a lady to help me since he was rather busy when we returned from Winterfell. She became a very close friend when I learned that we were to have our second child. "My lord. My lady, congratulations it is a boy. You have an heir." The older woman declared wrapping the little babe in a red and golden blanket.
"Oh sweet boy.." I whispered when she placed the babe in my lap once I had shifted into a sitting upright position in the bed.
Jaime sat on the edge of the bed pushing hair behind my face, dropping his gaze downward onto his firstborn son. I didn't have a preference of what our next child would be. Jaime and I had agreed that no matter what Rhaenyra would be heir to Casterly Rock. "I have a son…I have a son." He muttered repeatedly for a few seconds. He could never claim that Joffrey, Tommen and Myrcella were his. He told me that Cersei had claimed them as only hers alone.
"Have you chosen a name, Lady Lynesse?" Bridget was standing beside the window watching us while the other attendees were fixing the room trying to make it more presentable.
Turning my head in the direction of my husband we locked eyes letting silence fill the room. His blonde hair had grown longer but he didn't have it as long as when we first met in Winterfell. He placed his left hand on mine, staring closely at the baby. "You choose, little dragon."
"I think he should be…Eddard Lannister." The baby boy had bright blonde hair like his father but he has my eye color. The baby lifted his hands so I gave him my finger where he attempted to grip it as tightly as he could making me grin brightly.
The chamber door opened with the handmaiden carrying Rhaenyra in her arms and a sealed letter appeared also. She curtsied to the two of us handing the scroll over to my husband. "My lord my lady, a raven from King's Landing. It appears to be from Jon Snow."
"I'll take the lioness from you Chloe." Bridget walked over, sending the other girl off.
Jaime tears open the letter unfolding the piece of paper. "Dear sister, I am writing to inform you and your lord husband that we have defeated Cersei. But we also had to remove Daenerys from power, she has burned the city just like her father. I am here to say I won't be placing myself on the Iron Throne. It is yours if you wish. I am just informing you that there is a small council meeting in a few days with the remaining lords and ladies of Westeros."
"Jaime I…I'm sorry." I attempted to say knowing that it would be hard for him to accept that his twin sister was dead. She was his first love and meant everything to him.
He crumpled the letter in his left hand a little, dropping it on the ground. His green eyes were welling with heavy tears. I had never seen him cry except for the night we reunited after the battle against the army of the dead. "Bridget, could you watch the children for a while…" He muttered under his breath.
"Of course, my lord." She bowed her head picking up Eddard and carrying him in one arm and Rhaenyra in the other.
Shifting in the bed I reached forward grabbing his hand making him meet my gaze. "Jaime…" I was only able to say his name before he climbed in the bed beside me. He laid his head in my lap crying heavily.
"She…she’s gone. I…I'm sorry I shouldn't be crying to you…" He started to apologize until I tilted his chin up so he would look me in the eye.
“Jaime, you don’t have to apologize for crying over her. She was your sister and your twin. I don’t expect you to act tough about this. Just cry if you need to. You don’t have to be a strong soldier all the time, not around me.” I declare wiping away the tears that were falling down his face. Running one hand through his hair he buried his face into my chest.
He sniffed and gripped onto my tunic shirt just crying for a few hours. I may not like Cersei but she was his sister after all. It would be like when I learned that Robb, Rickon and my adopted parents were dead. “Thank you…Lynesse.”
It took us a few hours to get ready and the trip back to King's Landing was very long. Jaime was wearing his tan leather tunics and trousers with his sword clipped to his side. I had my white hair completely loose wearing a red dress and some black combat riding boots. I also had attached my sword back to my belt carrying Eddard in my arms. Jaime did his best to carry Rhaenyra until we entered the castle being greeted by Tyrion. “Jaime. Lynesse, I hope the trip wasn’t too bad. Oh and I see we finally have a boy dragon infant.”
“Yes. My brother in law Tyrion, I'd like you to meet your nephew Eddard Lannister.” I held the infant boy up with a bright smile before I noticed one of Danny’s men walking up and placing a hand on his shoulder. “Why is he here?”
The soldier responded sternly, leading us into a small set of chairs outside of the castle. “He is our prisoner after he told Jon Snow to excite our queen. Follow me now.” Everyone was sitting around in a circle where I saw that they had two open chairs that were meant for Jaime and I.
“Jon committed his crime here. His fate is for our king to decide. Or our queen.” Tyrion glanced around at all of us with me and Jaime each holding a baby in our laps.
A random lord I didn’t remember responded back. “We don't have a king or queen.”
“You're the most powerful people in Westeros. Choose one.” Tyrion points out meeting my gaze softly as if he was trying to tell me to step up.
“My lords and ladies... I suppose this is the most important moment of our lives. What we decide today will reverberate through the annals of history. I stand before you as one of the senior lords in the country. A veteran of two wars. And I like to think my experience has led to some small skill in statecraft and underst--“
Sansa cut her uncle off, clearly not agreeing that it should be him. “Uncle? Please sit.”
“Well, we have to choose someone.” An older lord declares where I leaned back in my chair. I had no real intention of putting the idea of me on the throne out there. I may have dragon blood but I wasn’t raised to be a queen.
Baby Eddard started fussing where Jaime let him suck on his thumb making me smile before I noticed Arya reach into her pocket drawing the crown of Rhaenyra that I had accidentally forgotten back in Winterfell. “Cadence - uh sorry Lynesse. You left this back home.”
“Thank you, sis.” I take it from her hand’s holding it with my freehand.
Sansa suddenly spoke up, making me whip my head around in shock at her. “Lynesse, you should wear the crown. You are after all the last living Targaryen and raised as an honorable Stark child.”
“Sansa I…” I couldn’t finish my thoughts, unsure of what to say.
Tyrion and Jaime both declared together making me get a little embarrassed. I valued their opinions but it wasn’t theirs that scared me the most. “Lynesse Targaryen-Lannister for queen.”
Whipping my head to the youngest Stark girl she got to her feet standing before me and her brother Bran sitting in his wheelchair since Jaime was on my right side. “Lynesse, I say aye.”
“Will you wear the crown, Lynesse. If we were to choose you…or even if we choose someone else, would you stand by their side and sit on your rightful place on the Iron Throne?” Tyrion slowly walked up to me making his handcuffs squeak. His green eyes shifting from his brother and over our two children.
Comments really appreciated ❤️ Hopefully I can write two more chapters like I hope before I complete this story
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Chapter Ten : The Welcoming Feast
Lyarra was in Sansa's chamber sitting on her bed while her mother was doing Sansa's hair for the feast tonight the young dove was determined to catch the prince's attention.
Her father had informed them the king had offer him an offer between Sansa and Joffrey at first the king suggested Lyarra and Joffrey.
But the young ice dragon wasn't not happy about that and The Quiet Wolf knew his daughter wouldn't do well with the prince so instead he suggested his youngest daughter Sansa to the prince.
" Do you think Joffrey will like me what if he thinks I'm ugly " Sansa spoke up.
" Then he is the stupidest prince that ever lived " Catelyn answered.
Sansa picked up the mirror and began to look at dreamily, " He's so handsome.
Lyarra and Catelyn rolled their eyes at Sansa foolishness, " Little sister you must be careful not everyone is who they tend to be " Lyarra warned.
" What do you mean " Sansa asked looking at her older sister confused.
" Not everyone you meet will be kind and sweet especially in the south down there everyone looks after themselves " Lyarra explained.
" Joffrey isn't cruel he's handsome and beautiful I bet he's brave and skilled like Ser Jaime " Sansa exclaimed.
" Your sister is right you must be careful who you trust " Catelyn said looking down at her eldest daughter.
" Are you jealous sister that I'm marrying the prince and you're not " Sansa blurted out anger at her sister's words.
Lyarra began to burst out laughing at her little naive sister words before speaking again, " I am relieved not to be marry the prince besides I wouldn't do well in the south "
" You know you must marry one day " Sansa mumbled.
" Well that will never happen beside who would want a highborn lady with freakish powers I am destined to be alone " Lyarra muttered.
" Lya, that's is not true you are very beautiful you have so much potential but instead you act wild and spend all your time with that Sourceess every since she's arrived here you and Arya have gone off the wailings " Catelyn exclaimed.
" Mother, I know you hate Samara but she's my best friend I trust her and she has been nothing but good to me you're just going to have to accept the fact that I'm not normal I'm not your perfect daughter like Sansa here " Lyarra bellowed.
" I will not accept it that girl is a demon and I will not have her in my home any longer " Catelyn hissed.
" You can't throw Samara out " Lyarra yelled, jumping off from her spot on the bed.
" I can and I will I am tried of that girl she has turned you and Arya against me filled your head with thoughts I will not allow it anymore " Catelyn states.
" And you wonder why I never come to talk to you about anything because of this you don't accept the fact that I am different and you hate it that I'm not perfect like you or Sansa same with Arya I'm sick of being control by you mother " Lyarra cried out.
" I try so hard to please you but no matter what I do I will always be seen as a disappointment in your eyes and you know what I'm doing trying " She added before rushing out of the room ignoring her mother frantic calls after her.
" You should've gotten rid of Samara years ago mother now she's turned Lyarra and Arya against us " Sansa muttered.
Catelyn signed a part of her wanted to go after her daughter but another part was telling her to let Lyarra cool off and talk to her afterwards.
" Gods where did I go wrong with Lyarra and Arya " Catelyn thought.
Sometime Later
In the main hall, As The Starks was dining with the Lannisters along with the other northern houses it was loud and wild.
" Where is your other daughter Lady Catelyn I don't see the she- wolf anywhere " Cersei spoke up a tiny smirk on her face laid knowing her plan had worked.
" She is unfortunately ill your grace " Catelyn said lying.
" I hope Lady Lyarra feels better " Myrcella said sadly hoping she could talk with Lyarra more.
"Sweet doe, you might catch whatever plague the young she wolf has. " remarked Cersei.
Myrcella did not buy the ailment excuse. Living in the South had honed her dishonesty detection skill, not that she could use it properly yet. As a princess, she was told to focus on pursuits such as embroidery and singing, yet she paid attention to whatever the Small Council told her Jon Arryn all the time.
She was simply not seen.
A man gained power through swords and blood ; a woman's armor was courtesy, silence and beauty.
She has always been drawn towards the eldest Stark and her strange companion. Unfortunately, she could not be seen hanging out with the 'kitchen maid' ; it was not proper.
We were meant to serve the people, not the other way around.
The art of politics and good governance were not that simple, and she knew that all too well.
Seeing the tired face of the late Hand of the King signing papers, heated talks between Littlefinger and Varys, or just bits and pieces of battle strategies that she would hear from Lord Stannis saw to that.
She was hoping for a mentor in Lady Lyarra, and a new friend in Sansa. Both looked innocent, but she saw a sharp intelligence in those Tully blue eyes.
She too was a notably observant girl, yet untrained on the usage of her accumulated information.
Seeing that her mother was distracted by some conversation she was having with Lady Catelyn, she excused herself from the table and approach Sansa who was busy staring at Joffrey in awe.
" Lady Sansa " Myrcella greeted with a smile causing the Tully girl to look at her with a smile.
" Princess Myrcella forgive me for being distracted " Sansa apologized.
"It's all right; Joffrrey is undoubtedly handsome." Myrcella replied. Sansa was glad that the princess agreed. The only issue was that the smile did not quite reach her emerald eyes.
"Oh... You don't think Joffrrey' s handsome enough?" she asked, uncharacteristically blunt for such a tame wolf.
"He is beautiful on the outside. His character is... worse than the Mountain." Myrcella explained.
Just what did Joffrrey do doen South for him to he compared to ths notorious Gregor Clegane? Sansa wondered
Looking back at the Prince, she felt a pang of dread as the object of her gaze gave out his signature smirk. All sparks of a summer 's day were gone, leaving behind the face of a bloodthirsty Cleagane to haunt her dreams.
"P-perhaps you're right." she answered and excised herself from the feast.
She had to find Lyarra, and quickly too!
Meanwhile
As Lyarra was adventuring around the empty halls of Winterfell, she soon stopped by Jon's room but immediately stopped when she heard moans coming from inside.
The groans came from a room the ice Wolf didn't quite expect; Jon's
"What in the seven hells s my brother doing?" she muttered, and pushed open the thankfully unlocked door.
Her stunned silence was understandable, given the scenario that played out before her. Jon, whom she saw as shy with girls — had his hands all over her best friend's bossom and inner left thigh.
At least he has the decency to cover her up.
"Lyarra!" the pair exclaimed in horror.
"I thought you were celibate, Jon!" Lyarra cried out.
"He... hasn't taken the black... yet,.. Jon!" Samara squeaked, failing to hold in her pleasure.
Who are you, and what have you done to my brother Lyarra pondered as she exited bashfully the room. She did not want anyone else to see what had transpired, so she locked the door.
Back Inside
As Jaime was leaning against a wall he began to look around the ball it seemed the ice wolf was running very late.
" Don't be too obvious brother " Tyrion said joining his brother.
" I'm not just simply curious that the ice wolf didn't show up " Jaime hummed.
" Well I heard from Lord Stark that she's ill but that's not the case I saw her outside strolling around " Tyrion said.
" Ah, it seems the ice wolf doesn't like big crowds " Jaime mumbled.
" She's very shy and doesn't like to spend time with others expect her family " Tryion began to inform his brother.
" Tell me more " Jaime pushed on.
" Well, Lady Lyarra plays the harp very well and they say she has the most angelic voice and is considered to be the most beautiful woman in the north " Tryion hummed.
" Quite interesting " Jaime smirked.
" They say she hides a dark secret and that's why she wears blue gloves all the time some say bad scars from an accident other says seem to think she has magical ice powers that she can't control and the gloves are enchanted to keep her powers at bay " Tryion mumbled
" Magic doesn't exist brother " Jaime snorted.
" You never know brother you must be surprised one day " Tryion muttered the little lion knew that The eldest Stark girl was special and unique than any other lady.
Many rumors surrounded the girl everywhere especially in the south they would call her The Ice Princess, Ice Wolf, Winter Lady, Princess of Ice and Fire.
There was something special about the girl and the little lion was determined to find out what it was.
Benjen had arrived all the way from Castle Black, and was met with silence. Usually, Jon and Lyarra would be the ones who would see him first but it seemed like the lad and the lady had other things to do.
Indeed, the lad has. He passed through the Snow's room, and heard pleasured sounds from the other side of the door.
You will miss that feeling, young lad he reflected.
He had been a ranger on the Wall for so long, even he couldn't remember if he had even made love to a woman before that.
One thing he knew was that he had to talk to Ned about important issues.
As the watcher entered the main hall he made his way towards his brother who was standing in the back of the hall.
Ned looked up and a smile formed on his face when he saw it was his little brother, " Brother " Ned greeted with a smile pulling Benjen in for a tight hug which he returned.
" What are you doing here " Ned asked.
" Well, the Lord commander has given me a few days off and I figure I would stop in for a visit to visit my brother and my nephews and nieces " Benjen said.
" How's Lyarra " Benjen whispered wondering how his niece was
" She's fine just lost I don't know what else to do, I feel as if I failed her " Ned mumbled.
" You didn't brother Lya is just feeling lost and confused she just need time for herself " Benjen states.
" Well, Samara has been teaching her to control her magic a bit better but she still has fear over it " Ned informed his brother.
" She's staring to resemble Brandon every day " Benjen said with sad sign.
" I know " Ned signed sadly he had looked up and admired his older brother Brandon he should've been here today as acting lord with Shaena by his side.
The Quiet Wolf never wanted to be Lord Of Winterfell, once upon a time ago he imagined himself married to Ashara Dayne who he had fallen for.
He remembered the two of them dancing at the feast of harrenhall and sneaking off now she was dead and he was married to another woman that he loved so much and had his children, niece and nephew to protect.
" Where is my darling niece " Benjen asked looking around the hall for her.
" She and Cat got into another argument of Samara so she decided to skip on it " Ned signed.
" You know that Cat and Lyarra will never get alone " Benjen said.
" I know I just had some hope they would I mean I know Cat can be a bit pushy and overbearing a bit but she just wants the best for Lyarra as do I " Ned said.
" Yes, but Cat is trying to make Lyarra into something she's not Lyarra is not just oridnary high born lady she's special and doesn't like being control like Shaena " Benjen chuckled under his breath.
He remembered meeting the dragon princess the first time she was wild full of life and fire, Brandon was bestowed by her the first time he meet her.
" Robert has presented to me two marriage offers, Sansa and Joffrey and Jaime and Lyarra " Ned blurted out.
" You intended to marry Lyarra off the Kingslayer " Benjen exclaimed.
" No, you think I would hand my baby girl to that honorless man " Ned exclaimed.
" You can't refuse Robert requests " Benjen warned.
" I know but one day Lyarra will have to be married it's common for every highborn lady to marry and she's getting of age soon " Ned pointed out.
" Ned, she's not some oridnary girl she's a beautiful girl with magical powers what if she loses control in the capital or someone makes her upset " Benjen questioned.
" I know " Ned groaned out knowing he would have to find a way to get Robert to change his mind on Lyarra being married off the Kingslayer.
" You do that Im going to go say hello to my other nephews and nieces " Benjen said before walking away making his way through the crowd.
As Ned was about to walk outside to looking for his daughters Lyarra and Sansa who had disappeared along with Jon, he was soon stopped by Jaime who stood there with a smirk.
" You're pardon " Ned asked as he tried to move past the golden lion, Jaime stood his ground.
" I heard we may be neighbors soon I hope it's true " Jaime said.
" The King has gracefully made his offer to me " Ned answered.
" I'm sure we'll have a tournament to celebrate your new title it would be good to see you in the fields, the competition has become stale over the years " Jaime mused.
" I don't fight in tournaments " Ned replied.
" Why, getting a bit old " Jaime teased.
" I don't fight in tournaments because I don't want a man to see what I am capable of " Ned smirked.
" Well said " Jaime chuckled.
" I must say I give my thanks to you for offering me your eldest daughter to be my bride she'll make a fine Lady Of Casterly Rock and don't worry I'll take care of her through and through especially in bed " Jaime smirked.
As soon as The Quiet Wolf heard those words anger began to fill his vision then Papa Wolf began to activate.
" As long as I am living and breathing you will never marry my daughter " Ned hissed lowly in the lion's eyes.
" The King has ordered it unless you intended to refuse his requests that would be treason " Jaime said with a cocky smile on his face.
" And sticking a sword in someone that you were assigned to protect is treason too " Ned pointed out.
" I am a man without honor " Jaime states.
" You are and that is why I will never let my daughter marry a honorless, oathbreaker of a man like you " Ned snarled he pushed past Jaime and made his way outside.
Jaime stood there with anger in his eyes and began to headed outside deciding to seek out his bethroal himself it didnt matter what Lord Stark said the bethroal was official and there was nothing the Quiet Wolf could do about it.
As Lyarra was in the god woods sitting under a weirwood tree messing around with her magic, she formed a snowflake in her hand and stared at it itenstly.
" Lyarra, Lyarra " A familiar voice said causing the ice wolf to startled.
She soon made the snowflake disappeared and was greeted by Sansa.
" Sansa, what are you doing here aren't you supposed to be inside fawing over your golden prince " Lyarra hissed.
" I am but I don't think the prince is what I thought him to be " Sansa mumbled.
" What happened " Lyarra asked.
" Well, Princess Myrcella came up to me and she warned me that Joffrey was cruel and mean like The Mountain that rides Gregor Clegane I didn't believe her at first but when I turned to look back at him he held coldness in his eyes " Sansa explained.
" Sansa, if Princess Myrcella is coming to you telling you this then its true I mean I've heard rumors about the prince's cruelty " Lyarra mumbled.
" Perhaps maybe he can change " Sansa said.
" Little red wolf, in this word no one is going to change who they are especially in the south down there is a place filled of liars, schemers, thieves, hungry power lords all trying to gain control of some stupid iron chair " Lyarra said.
" But I'll be queen one day no one would dare hurt me " Sansa exclaimed.
" Sansa even Queen and Kings are dethroned every day no one is truly safe in the south not even the king and queen themselves everyone will want to strike them down and take power for themselves " Lyarra states.
" Trust no one because everyone is looking out for themselves at the end of day and they will strike you down before they let you strike them down basically the south is like a game of chess they're are players on the board " Lyarra added.
" Players " Sansa questioned confusion.
" Yes, don't you get this is a game of thrones basically they're are the main high players, medium size players, lower players and then you have pawns on the board but the game will beginning to change every now and then "
" Every one will make a move some people will survive some won't that how the game is and that's how the south works ".
" So basically the south is like a chess game where everyone will try to gain power for themselves but some will fail and some won't " Sansa mumbled.
" Yes, which is why when you travel down to the south with father and Arya you mustn't trust anyone not the prince and especially the queen " Lyarra whispered.
" The Queen but she's nice and sweet " Sansa
defended.
" That's just an act Sansa do you really think she'll give up her crown to you easily she won't she will fight you and win because she's more of a high experience player on the board " Lyarra exclaimed.
" We are new players on the board beginning to enter the game we are inexperienced and many will see us as fish to fry "
" So how do we get on top of the board " Sansa demanded.
" By playing, strategizing, being careful and most importantly survive that's the key " Lyarra answered.
" Will you teach me how to play the game " Sansa mumbled.
" I will but you have to listen to me and take my advice and put your trust in me because I swear it you I won't let anything happen to you I promise " Lyarra vowed.
Sansa smiled before taking her sister hands with hers, " Where do we begin "
As Lyarra was about to speak once more she heard footsteps approaching, " What are you two fine ladies do out here alone " Jaime said making his way towards the two Stark sisters.
" Ser Jaime " Sansa greeted getting up from the ground smiling at the Knight.
Lyarra stood up and stared at the Knight unfased by his presence, " Ser Jaime shouldn't you be inside you won't want to catch a cold would you.
" No I wouldn't " Jaime smirked making his way towards the ice wolf who held her chin up highly.
" You know I was disappointed when I didn't see you in the main hall this evening " Jaime said while twirling a loose piece of hair .
Lyarra slapped his hands away harshly, " I think we should have a conversation about boundaries Ser.
" Oh, I'm sorry have I made you uncomfortable I mean we are to be husband and wife soon so I figured we get used to each other presence " Jaime exclaimed.
" What " Lyarra said
" Oh, your father didn't tell you we are to be wed soon a month after we arrive in King's Landing " Jaime informed.
" Lya " Sansa said putting her hand on her sister's shoulder who eyes began to glow an icy blue color she felt nothing but rage fill her visions.
" Are you alright my lady " Jaime asked in concern as he made a step toward her she step back.
" Don't come any closer " Lyarra growled lowly the wind began to pick up all around her, the breeze started to become heavily soon ice started to surrounded her..
" My ladies we must headed inside a storm seems to be coming " Jaime said.
" Lyarra, Sansa " familiar voice says, Sansa looked up and saw her father rushing toward them.
" You what did you do " Ned asked grabbing Jaime by the night and squeeze him tightly.
" I did nothing a storm seems to be coming this way " Jaime muttered out.
Ned released the golden lion from his hold, " Sansa take Ser Jaime back inside I'll walk Lya back " Ned instructed his daughter who nodded before escorting The Knight back inside.
" Lyarra, what happened are you alright " Ned asked in concern.
" How could you " Lyarra yelled the wind picking up more around here.
" How could I what " Ned asked.
" You sell me off to Ser Jaime you said you would never get rid of me and now you have sold me off as common whore to the Lannisters " Lyarra hissed.
" Lya, the king has offered the arrangement to me " Ned explained.
" How did you find out " Ned demanded.
" Ser Jaime told me " Lyarra mumbled feeling herself to calm down the wind slow down around her, her eyes return back to their normal gray color.
" That bastard " Ned hissed.
Lyarra began to look around and saw snow all around her, soon snow began to fall from the school.
" Oh no what did I do " Lyarra whispered looking down at her hands in horror she hastily put her gloves back on and rushes out of the god woods ignoring her father calls for her.
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Another amazing fic
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A character study on Jaime Lannister. A 'what could have been' and, IMHO, a 'what should have been', or rather, 'what more likely would have happened'.
Changing one thing during Jaime's time as the Mad King's guard, and playing with how the ripples would have changed things for a few of the noble families.
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