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agentrouka-blog · 2 years

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The "Younger more beautifull queen'' prophecy is strait out of the Snowhite, i always found it funny how people almost always releate this prophecy with Margeary Tyrell, Dany and even Arya but rarely with Sansa who of all these girls has the biggest conection with the fairy tales and with Cersie

People read the words "younger and more beautiful" and think it's a badge of validation. If their fave is the YMBQ, they are the prettiest and a queen and they win! You know, feminism!

But I'm not sure it's supposed to be Sansa. I think it's a twist.

To copy from another trap snapping shut:

"You said—" "—that we fuck beneath your cloak many a night. I never said when we started, though." (ASOS, Jon II)

The trick is in the timing.

This is the prophecy in her memory:

"Aye." Malice gleamed in Maggy's yellow eyes. "Queen you shall be . . . until there comes another, younger and more beautiful, to cast you down and take all that you hold dear." (AFFC, Cersei VIII)

This is her interpretation of it:

"It is just . . . the maegi knew how many children I would have, and she knew of Robert's bastards. Years before he'd sired even the first of them, she knew. She promised me I should be queen, but said another queen would come . . ." Younger and more beautiful, she said. ". . . another queen, who would take from me all I loved." (AFFC, Cersei VIII)

This younger and more beautiful queen actually sounds kind of sinister to me. Cersei loves her children, and apart from Joffrey, who was all of 13 and should never have been allowed to hold as much power as he did, they are innocent and kind people. Taking them from Cersei, i.e. killing them, is not exactly an admirable thing. Is this the role of a heroic character?

Sansa obviously was used in Joffrey's murder, but she didn't choose to kill him, and she is horrified by what transpired and her unwilling involvement. Tommen and Myrcella are not in danger from her at all.

The fact that Maggy's eyes gleamed with malice suggests to me that the prophecy is deliberately misleading and primarily meant to hurt Cersei, who had treated her with arrogant contempt. In this she absolutely succeeds, since Cersei's desire to forestall the prophecy causes her to take risks and hasten her own undoing.

In the prophecy, GRRM separates the YMBQ from Maggy's general confirmation with his trademark Ellipsis Of Significance.

The other two questions get elaborations but no such treatment.

“When will I wed the prince?” she asked. “Never. You will wed the king.”

and

“Will the king and I have children?” she asked. “Oh, aye. Six-and-ten for him, and three for you.”

Those are the ones we know are true, so does Cersei.

But the middle one?

"Aye." Malice gleamed in Maggy's yellow eyes. "Queen you shall be . . . until there comes another, younger and more beautiful, to cast you down and take all that you hold dear."

This one has a threat built into it.

Or a lie. Or a trick.

Cersei responds with this:

Anger flashed across the child’s face. “If she tries I will have my brother kill her.”

Which is interesting in this context:

The old woman was not done with her, however. “Gold shall be their crowns and gold their shrouds,” she said. “And when your tears have drowned you, the valonqar shall wrap his hands about your pale white throat and choke the life from you.”

Which is, of course, explained as this:

“Tyrion is the valonqar,” she said. “Do you use that word in Myr? It’s High Valyrian, it means little brother.” She had asked Septa Saranella about the word, after Melara drowned. Taena took her hand and stroked it. “This was a hateful woman, old and sick and ugly. You were young and beautiful, full of life and pride. (...) This creature dared not strike you, because of who you were, so she sought to wound you with her viper’s tongue. (AFFC, Cersei IX)

A Cersei young and beautiful. And cruel and spiteful. A Viper's tongue that wounds?

"Ser Gregor." Qyburn shrugged. "I have examined him, as you commanded. The poison on the Viper's spear was manticore venom from the east, I would stake my life on that." (...) "It may be as Your Grace suggests, though in most cases adulterating a poison only lessens its potency. It may be that the cause is . . . less natural, let us say. A spell, I think." Is this one as big a fool as Pycelle? "So are you telling me that the Mountain is dying of some black sorcery?" Qyburn ignored the mockery in her voice. "He is dying of the venom, but slowly, and in exquisite agony. My efforts to ease his pain have proved as fruitless as Pycelle's. (AFFC, Cersei II)

A slow-working poison that kills with certainty. Black sorcery.

"Bloodmagic is the darkest kind of sorcery. Some say it is the most powerful as well." (AFFC, Cersei VIII)

Of course, not all magic is magic.

A woman's life is nine parts mess to one part magic, you'll learn that soon enough . . . and the parts that look like magic often turn out to be messiest of all." (ACOK, Sansa IV)

Sometimes it's more prosaic.

"Lovelier than you know, sweet child. It's magic, you see. It's justice you hold. It's vengeance for your father." (ACOK, Sansa VIII)

Magical poison.

"Black amethysts," he swore. "There was magic in them." "There was murder in them!" (ASOS, Sansa V)

So if we take a turn to manipulation and metaphors:

Cersei favored him with a smile; she liked a bit of wit, so long as she was not its target. "Ser Gregor perished of his wounds, just as Grand Maester Pycelle foretold." Pycelle harrumphed and eyed Qyburn sourly. "The spear was poisoned. No man could have saved him." (AFFC, Cersei IV)

Dying of a slow-working poison, as foretold.

Cersei even makes the connection herself:

Instead he gave me Robert, and Maggy's curse bloomed like some poisonous flower. (AFFC, Cersei V)

And again:

That was the right answer. "First you must confess your treason. A man's sins can poison his soul if left to fester. I know it must be hard for you to live with what you've done. It is past time that you rid yourself of your shame." (AFFC, Cersei IX)

I think Cersei is the younger, more beautiful queen. Maggy knew her for what she was and poisoned her with a self-fulfilling "prophecy". She said a younger and more beautiful queen would come. She never said when. She was there all along.

As for the valonqar, in this instance, she might actually be right, but not fully. If Tyrion is involved in her death (likely very metaphorically and with a twist), she will have nurtured his hatred of her all her life.

#ymbq #cersei lannister #self fulfilling prophecy #maggy the frog #metaphors #magic #blood magic #asoiaf speculation

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swordshq · 4 months

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ao3feed-briennejaime · 9 months

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Five Little Pigs

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by fanwork12345

'This little piggy went to market, This little piggy stayed home, This little piggy had roast beef, This little piggy had none, This little piggy cried "Wee! Wee! Wee!" all the way home.'

Years ago the death of Rhaegar Targaryen made headlines in Westeros and destroyed the lives of those close to him. Varys, the greatest detective Westeros has ever known is supposed to be enjoying his retirement but when someone close to the case wants answers he cannot resist visiting the five pigs once more. But digging up the past has consequences for them all. . .

Words: 1457, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones (TV), Agatha Christie's Poirot (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: Gen

Characters: Varys (A Song of Ice and Fire), Jon Snow, Rhaegar Targaryen, Lyanna Stark, Rhaenys Targaryen (Daughter of Elia), Jon Connington, Howland Reed, Cersei Lannister, Elia Martell, Oberyn Martell, Brienne of Tarth, Renly Baratheon, Margaery Tyrell, Willas Tyrell, Loras Tyrell, Olenna Tyrell, Sansa Stark, Samwell Tarly, Podrick Payne, Tyrion Lannister, Myrcella Baratheon, Doran Martell, Trystane Martell, Arianne Martell, Nymeria Sand

Relationships: Jon Snow/Ygritte, Rhaenys Targaryen/Willas Tyrell, Lyanna Stark/Rhaegar Targaryen, Elia Martell/Rhaegar Targaryen, Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth, Melara Hetherspoon/Jaime Lannister

Additional Tags: a whole lot of characters - Freeform, mystery fusion, Cold Case - Freeform, varys is poirot, five little pigs in asoiaf, Flashbacks, weird inbetweeny time setting

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #jaime x brienne #braime

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valarmorghulisrp · 1 year

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Canon y Semicanon Libres

Os dejamos a continuación todos los canon y semicanon libres de cada reino. Aquellos que no están en esta lista están ocupados por los usuarios que ya forman parte del foro en su inicio como comunidad semi-privada.

El Norte

CANON •Cregan Stark •Desmond Manderly

SEMICANON •Roderick Dustin •Brandon Stark

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Islas del Hierro

CANON •Dalton Greyjoy •Veron Greyjoy •Gwynesse Blacktyde

SEMICANON •Harren Blacktyde

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Valle de Arryn

CANON •Arnold Arryn •Isembard Arryn

SEMICANON •Joffrey Arryn •Leowyn Corbray •Gunthor Royce

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Tierras de los Ríos

CANON •Elmo Tully •Kermit Tully

SEMICANON •Oscar Tully •Samwell Blackwood •Benjicot Blackwood •Amos Bracken

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Occidente

CANON •Jason Lannister •Tyland Lannister •Johanna Lannister

SEMICANON •Roland Westerling •Lancel Lannister de Lannisport •Cyrelle Lannister de Lannisport

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Coronas

CANON •Jacaerys Velaryon (Reservado) •Rhaenys Targaryen •Corlys Velaryon

SEMICANON •Rhaena Targaryen

•Helaena Targaryen •Erryk Cargyll •Lyman Beesbury

•Arryk Cargyll •Larys Strong

Canon NegrosCanon Verdes

El Dominio

CANON •Melara Tyrell •Wyllam Tyrell •Ormund Hightower

SEMICANON •Lyonel Hightower •Unwin Peake

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Tierras de la Tormenta

SEMICANON •Maris Baratheon •Floris Baratheon

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Dorne

CANON •Qoren Nymeros Martell •Aliandra Nymeros Martell

SEMICANON •Coryanne Nymeros Martell •Qyle Nymeros Martell

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#canon

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melararedwyne · 3 years

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( nur fettahoğlu , 30 , cis woman , she/her ) it looks like MELARA REDWYNE NEE CELTIGAR , the LADY REGENT of THE ARBOR is prepared to play the game of thrones . you know , their NURTURING & LOYAL side might help them along the way , but their JEALOUS & PROUD qualities won’t do them any favours . a little bird told me that they’re currently FOR the tyrell rule and that their loyalties lie with HOUSE CELTIGAR, REDWYNE & TYRELL . hm , interesting . that same little birdy also told tales of soft, brown hair, falling down in waves, tender skin, easy to bruise and eyes of a doe . will they win , or will they die ?

**special credit to the lovely @glorivious for blessing me with gifs <3**

Melara, her family's third child and second daughter, was born as a Celtigar.

She was raised to be a gracious and respectful lady, an ardent wife, and a devout mother. Her childhood was relatively calm and predictable; she never deviated from the expectations that had been placed on her, as she did not enjoy disobeying or throwing tantrums. She despised conflict as well, so she never attempted to disagree with anything that others decided for her. Melara would spend her time doing needlework and telling stories about brave and gallant knights to her most trusted friends. She wished to marry a man like Barristan the Bold or Aemon the Dragonknight.

As she grew older, her fondness for knights grew into her favoring every knight who caught her eye at tourneys. She was once so taken with one of them that she begged her father to let her marry him. Of course, the idea was rejected because the knight came from the smallfolk. He couldn't marry a highborn lady like her, no matter how skilled he was with a sword and a lance.

Melara was one and twenty years old when her betrothal was set up. Lord Celtigar had arranged for her to marry the then-ruling lord of the Arbor. It had not been easy at first, because Lord Redwyne had long lived as a bachelor and had stated numerous times that he had no desire to marry. He even had a bastard child, the mother of whom was said to be a kitchen wench. He would say that he loved women so much that it didn't seem fair to devote himself solely to one. The Celtigars, on the other hand, were up for the challenge as they wanted the famous Redwyne fleet on their side, and they were well aware of the ruling lord's weakness. Melara was encouraged to meet with Lord Redwyne and dine with him, always with an escort present. She'd never be allowed to be alone with him. Melara would proceed, per her parents' instructions, to charm and flatter him, to smile shyly at him and to hint at her interest in him, but it would never lead to anything more. Lord Redwyne grew tired of the tease, having been used to women flinging themselves at him and completely giving in to his desires. As a result, Lord Manfryd made the decision to ask for Melara’s hand in marriage. The proposal was quickly accepted, and the couple wedded after three moons.

The marriage, on the other hand, developed in ways she had not anticipated. It took her a long time to quicken with child, and in the meantime, her husband would amuse himself with various women of all stations. It was common knowledge in the Arbor that her husband had kept his previous statement and had no desire to devote himself solely to one woman.

Melara gave birth to a healthy and robust son three years later. Ryam was the name given to the babe. He was the apple of his mother's eye, and she completely devoted herself to raising him.

Her second child, a daughter, arrived the following year. Lady Bethany Redwyne was born with little effort. The Arbor's maesters would say the Mother herself had blessed Melara with a quick and easy birth so soon after the birth of her son.

The third Redwyne child arrived two years later, and the birth of little Mina sealed the fate of Melara's relationship with her husband, Lord Manfryd. Melara left with her children for Dragonstone as soon as she was well enough to travel, as she didn't want to be a witness to her husband's infidelity. The ruling lord paid little attention to his wife's absence. According to his advisors, he only shrugged his shoulders and went on with his lustful exploits.

Melara was persuaded to return after her husband died. Lord Manfryd's most trusted advisor dispatched a raven to Dragonstone to inform Melara of the ruling lord's death. The official story was that he died in a hunting accident, but everyone in the Arbor knew that he died in a brothel, surrounded by whores. Because of the shared embarrassment of House Redwyne,no one objected when Melara announced herself as her son's regent.

#crowns.intro

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ao3feed-tywin · 2 years

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Our forever

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by VFjord

Young artist Sansa Stark meets playboy Jaime Lannister at the vernissage for her art exhibition.

Jaime is on yet another tiresome first (and last date) but has promised to attend an art show for up-and-coming artist Alayne Stone.

He didn’t except to find both the art and artist intriguing. When Jaime’s date dumps him, he ends up at Sansa’s loft.

The morning after Sansa Stark doesn’t have time to panic, when Jaime realizes that for the first time, he wants something more than a quick fuck.

Now they just have to figure out how to navigate a new relationship that not everyone is pleased by.

Words: 5582, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Jaime Lannister, Sansa Stark, Jon Snow, Arya Stark, Gendry Waters, Cersei Lannister, Tyrion Lannister, Tywin Lannister, Samwell Tarly, Dickon Tarly, Loras Tyrell, Margaery Tyrell, Renly Baratheon, Brienne of Tarth, Gilly (ASoIaF), Satin Flowers, Harrold Hardyng, Petyr Baelish, Ned Stark, Catelyn Tully Stark, Robb Stark, Bran Stark, Rickon Stark, Myrcella Baratheon, Tommen Baratheon, Joffrey Baratheon, Robert Baratheon, Stannis Baratheon, Oberyn Martell, Bronn (ASoIaF), Addam Marbrand, Podrick Payne, Melara Hetherspoon, Barristan Selmy, Varys (ASoIaF)

Relationships: Jaime Lannister/Sansa Stark

Additional Tags: Artist Sansa, Playboy Jaime, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Smut, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Catelyn Stark is a snob, Cersei is good sister sort of, Cersei is a boss ass bitch, Margaery is a Good Friend, Loras Margaery and Sansa are best friends, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, King's Landing (A Song of Ice and Fire), Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Older Man/Younger Woman, Fools in Love

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#ao3feed #fanfic #ao3feed tywin #ao3feed tywin lannister

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swordmaid · 3 years

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who do u think is the valonqar? i personally *don't* see it as being jaime lol

anyone but jaime LOL i don’t really care who ends up being the valonqar---or if there’s a valonqar at ALL but for personal preferences, i would not like it to be jaime. if it’s tyrion, or loras, or lancel, or even undead tommen then i’m hell yeah all up for it just as long as it’s not jam lannister and if it happens to become him then it’ll just be something that i’ll roll my eyes on and go whatever but move on LOL.

anyway, i talked about this before but i like the concept of the whole ymb and valonqar theory being results of cersei’s actions mostly bc that concept plays well with the fact that cersei is kind of unknowingly fulfilling maggy’s prophecy herself (she’s the one who pushed melara to her death, and you can argue that she didn’t need to have three golden heirs with jaime---she could have stopped at like one or two but she went for three anyway) so whoever takes on the valonqar and ymb role aren’t actually the valonqar and ymb themselves, rather, they’re thrusted into that role bc of the events cersei is responsible for --like the result of a butterfly effect if that makes sense

but i’ve also read recently a theory about loras being the valonqar and it ties well with the concept that he’s supposedly younger jaime. and with cersei’s ire over margaery, and the tyrells presumably lying about his condition in dragonstone, and if the show tells us anything that there’s a possibility that cersei might kill margaery then i can definitely see valonqar!loras being a thing

#i think loras would work well or maybe even lancel?? idk if he's the ''younger brother''' tho #but loras being valonqar would be intarasting most especially (if we're taking bits from the show)#tommen committing suicide because of margy's death + loras' relationship with both margy and tommen would push him to do it #like he killed the other rainbowguard after renly's death bc of his grief #killing the queen regent would b possible imo but im treading on this lightly bc i dont know loras' character #well enough to assume anything LOL i just know the general stuff so i might be wrong!#Anonymous

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caithyra · 4 years

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Mean (Old) Girl

Sometimes I wonder if I read these books wrong (I know that they sort of blended into one, grey mass and somehow mixed with bits and pieces of Dragon Age, Witcher, David Eddings and a bunch of other inside my head because I was reading them too fast while playing games and reading other fantasy books with similarities, on top of historical fiction as well), but I do remember when I began disliking Olenna Tyrell and checked the internet to see if anyone else caught it. I saw no one discussing the topic in question so of course I make a post about it, enjoy...

Anyway, first, here have a quote from a prepubescent, resentful, little sister thinking the worst about her older sister and would have rejoiced if there was one part of her that wasn’t "perfect”:

Sansa had a grace to blush. She blushed prettily. She did everything prettily, Arya thought with dull resentment.

Then here have the quote from the grandmother of a “romantic” rival who wants her to betray her abusers, risking death, for the grandmother’s family’s benefits:

“[...] No, don’t blush, with your hair it makes you look like a pomegranate. [...]”

It is the complete opposite of what we know about Sansa’s beauty, and comes on the tail of Olenna dispensing unfortunate truths/advice, thus setting her up as an authority in Sansa’s mind.

Here’s the thing, that sort of remark is one of those that can make a girl very self-conscious when it comes to expressing her emotions. Bad self-confidence is unattractive and if a girl is taciturn, she is at best, boring, but Sansa is too pretty to be boring, and her reserve would instead be taken as her being ungracious and a frigid b*tch. Her manners would, in other words, make her unattractive, whereas confidently displaying emotions is very attractive.

Like, imagine this instead:

“No, don’t smile, with your crooked teeth it makes you look like a failed pugilist.”

We all know that it is extremely rude to tell people to smile and to not smile, and it part it is because it ruins people’s confidence in social interactions. It is also a favorite tactic of the more sophisticated mean girls in middle and sometimes high school to give backhanded “advice” to give the appearance of being greater people than they are when they are just being petty a-holes.

Here’s the thing, though: Sansa is Margaery’s very real, very dangerous, rival for being Joffrey’s queen.

In that first meeting the Tyrells bring up their great complex before Olenna’s put-down of Sansa: They’re jumped up stewards with no more right to rule the Reach than several of their bannermen.

Sansa, on the other hand, is the most highly bred, eligible lady in several generations and very close to inheriting both the North (with all its timber and fish and deer) and the Riverlands (Westeros’ secondary bread basket after the Reach). There isn’t even a drop of lowborn blood in her for hundreds of generations (if ever, unless magical beings like Wargs and Children of the Forest from the mythical ages counts).

She is also, we are told, the most beautiful, eligible noble lady of her generation, evident even when baby-fat face and an undeveloped body should disguise it.

Joffrey might not want to let that go, might back out of marrying Margaery for an attractive Sansa.

Even if he wants to marry Margaery, he might want to keep Sansa on the side. The problem is, of course, that Sansa is the ward of Joffrey and his Lannister mother and of too high status, breeding and power (once she inherits) for that to be acceptable optics to the world, and thus, unacceptable to Tywin Lannister.

If they would do that to Sansa, what would the Lannisters do to their other wards, such as young lords and heirs sent to squire and foster for them? (Well, we know that Cersei molests and grooms them if they’re close enough related to her, like she did with Lancel and Tyrek, but Sansa isn’t family so her treatment reflects, in a way, how everyone else will be treated.)

If Joffrey beds Sansa even once before his marriage is consummated to Margaery, Sansa will be queen to save the Lannisters’ reputation and pride (and future influence of other houses, which is what the fostering system promotes), the two things Tywin values the most.

So Olenna tries to essentially neg a 12-year-old girl to be less attractive. After all, they don’t know yet if Sansa still wants Joff (Sansa tells them in the next couple of pages what Joff has done), and if he wants her.

And because they’re questioning Sansa so insistently about Joff, we know that they have already confirmed with witnesses (not that there was a lack of them) how she’s been mistreated. Yet Olenna decides to attempt to destroy her confidence anyway.

That whole confession was actually a trap for Sansa as well.

It was to make her a co-conspirator with the Tyrells.

Because Tywin will ensure that the North and Riverlands’ liege is safely in Lannister custody, and preferably loyal, Sansa is all but guaranteed to inherit in the absence of her siblings from captivity. Tywin will kill all other Starks and Tullys and that will be that (and when the Freys return to the fold, it is his sister’s husband and children who will inherit the Riverlands).

If Sansa is an invested co-conspirator with the Tyrells, she will be loyal to them over Joffrey.

They also take pains to present themselves as a matriarchy under the Queen of Thorns (but which lord spent Robert’s Rebellion dining and partying while his opponent starved? Mace Tyrell, of course! It’s transparently an act, and notice how they always manages to worm their way out of sticky situations and into their winning opponents’ good graces? You can’t do that with an incompetent liege lord since Olenna’s gender and status as a widow would bar her from being there most of the time, so Mace would have to act on his feet) while claiming that their men are their obedient puppets.

This is because they already know of the abuse, that they retraumatize Sansa with by pressuring her to recount them. In a matriarchy like the Reach, a lowly boy like Joffrey could never! Lowly boys like the Kingsguard could never! Sansa would be safe there...

And House Tyrell would inherit the Riverlands and North through her (and perhaps even the Vale, depending on what Lorra Royce and the Arryns’ complete inability to have many kids means, especially with the Robin-Lysa-Catelyn connection).

House Tyrell would then essentially control something like 70-80% of Westeros’ food and firewood production while having a Tyrell Queen on the Iron Throne. On top of their heirs being descended from the oldest ruling houses on the continent.

In time for a 10-year-winter (of course, this was before it was clearly too late to bring in a last harvest from the Riverlands, and before the North was divided).

(Oh, and if King Robb against all odds win, presenting themselves as the saviors of Sansa and family by marriage... Well, remember how Mace remained a Lord Paramount after Robert’s Rebellion? How they returned to the Iron Throne after Renly? The Tyrells hedge their bets. Heh. I made a pun! ^_^)

Yeah, Olenna’s little barbs seem a lot less amusing, doesn’t they?

As does her desire to tear down an abused, little girl for her own benefits. And I haven’t even mentioned the Purple Wedding. Or everything else...

♪Little Melara Hetherspoon, who was such a fine friend fell down the well, and then there was fine husband Luthor Tyrell, down the cliff as well. If only they had known better, than to love those above, those their betters~♫

#asoiaf #sansa stark #anti-olenna tyrell #anti-tyrell #they're basically the bastard children of the freys and lannisters #welp it became another #random ramble #it was just meant to point out the moment #I began disliking olenna #c'est la me #when I write #sorry if it isn't coherent #also windows 10 updated in the middle of this post #and ruined the internet connection #so it had to be rewritten #sighs

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fragilestorm · 11 months

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Melara Tyrell's guide to being her better (x, x)

Tag list: @arrthurpendragon @eddysocs @stanshollaand @bravelittleflower @richitozier @hiddenqveendom @foxesandmagic @waterloou

#melara tyrell #fic: illicit affairs #ocappreciation #ocapp #ochub #occentral #toalltheocsivelovedbefore #hotd oc #fyeahhotdocs #allaboutocs #asoiaf oc #ya'll have no idea how long this has been sitting in my drafts #since like december my god #but i miss my bby girl so i had to finally finish it #as you can see i was trying something different #and obviously failed but fuck it

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ddagent · 5 years

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Runaway Bride? I have a shameless love of this movie, and can see either Jaime or Brienne being the cocky asshole reporter or the one that keeps bolting from weddings. They could fit either way I think

Agreed! I love this movie as well. Okay, here we go:

Jaime Lannister has had three failed engagements, and left three brides at the altar. The first was his step-sister Cers*i (and everyone was glad that failed). The second was the daughter of one of his father’s business rivals, Elia. The third was a childhood friend from Lannisport, Melara. Jaime has bolted at all three of these weddings, and its highly anticipated he’ll do the same at his upcoming nuptials to Margaery Tyrell.

Brienne’s editor Catelyn sends her to cover the Tyrell-Lannister wedding for the society pages, but in reality smells a story of the Runaway Groom. She begins to investigate Jaime and his previous fiancees and is confronted by her own blast from the past (currently dating Margaery’s brother, the Man of Honour). To that end, she spends more time with Jaime and it begins to look as if the fourth wedding will be called off because of her.

#forbiddenfantasiesa03 #braime #jaime x brienne #mine: movie remixes #ship: braime

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I know others wrote about this before but I was surprised when reading the part where Margaery arrives to King’s landing and introduces her ladies-in-waiting/companions. there was like 10 of them including her cousins, goodsister, aunt, ladies from houses sworn to Tyrell and a septa. young Cersei, as a lord paramount’s daughter is mentioned to have two (poor Melara Hetherspoon). but besides Jeyne Poole, and Beth Cassel, we don’t see ladies from northern houses accompany Sansa and Arya. we only see Jeyne and that drunk septa leaves to King’s landing with the girls. know it’s for ✨plot reasons✨ but what do you think?

1) Unrealistic inconsistency for plot reasons, yeah.

-- 1 a) The Stark family is tiny when compared to the Tyrell clan. There are no female cousins. There is a general dearth of young ladies in the North, anyway. For unfathomable reasons. (But why couldn’t a girl like Eddara Tallheart be fostered at Winterfell? Or the Manderly girls? Because of 1.)

2) Pretending this is in any way realistic and practicable, we must conclude that the North is just culturally impoverished? I mean, this post really says it all. If horseriding in the pairies isn’t the extend of your personal hobbies, it’s just grim.

Queen Sansa, save them!

#the north #northern culture #women in asoiaf #sansa stark #ladies in waiting

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AN: So I was thinking about the whole prophecy thing and how it could have been adapted to mean Brienne was the one it was about. Part of me wanted to write a serious piece about Cersei’s descent into madness and seeking to destroy Brienne. Then the other part of me said “screw it; write a cheesy Snow White AU” so nearly 4000 words later here we are. Enjoy, I guess.

Queen you shall be until comes another, Younger, more beautiful, to cast you down And take all that you hold dear

Those were the words that had haunted her since that fateful night. She knew she would be Queen and that someday, some upstart harlot would try to steal her throne from her. She had always expected that it would be some simpering maiden like Sansa Stark or a scheming whore like Margaery Tyrell; who would convince themselves that marrying her son would assist them in snatching her throne. She had not expected this.

She had realised too late; that even back then, she had already been a queen. She had been Jaime’s queen. He had adored her, worshipped her, treated her like the Queen she had been destined to become. He had even used it as her nickname; my queen. He used it when they had played as small children with Tyrion toddling behind them like the unwanted nuisance he was. He used it as a teasing insult if he was annoyed at her or if she made him do something he didn’t want to do. He used it the first time they had been together. She was his Queen. He was sworn to her and only her. There had never been another woman in his life; she had made sure of that. The whore Melara had been strangled and dumped in a well; the little dolt had been so convinced that she would marry Jaime. How wrong she was.

Melara had been her first example of a potential fulfiller of the prophecy. She had been beautiful, a kind, comely face, long brown hair, a sweet simpering voice. A perfect little lady who could be courteous and sing songs and be the perfect lady for her brother’s arm. Of course she had to go. However Melara had been her example for the sort of woman who would pose a threat. Cersei had expected the woman to be in that mould; a typical lady with exceptional beauty to appear more beautiful than her.

This hadn’t been what she had had in mind. The great lumbering beast who Jaime had dragged back to Kings Landing with him. Brienne the Beauty, the world had dubbed her and not in the kindest of ways. Cersei had almost wanted to laugh at the sight of her, extraordinarily tall; broad shoulders, lumbering in armour or men’s clothing, the gods had been cruel when they gave her beauty to some milkmaid somewhere. She wanted to laugh but then she spotted how Jaime looked at her. Like she was the Maiden made flesh. Like she had hung the moon and the stars. Like she was the only woman in the world.

Jaime only ever looked at her like that before.

That had been Cersei’s warning sign and she realised that Brienne the Beauty was a potential threat. She had taken to observing her personally whenever she could. Usually wherever the beast was, Jaime was never too far behind. He rarely spent time with her anymore and when they were together, he seemed almost repulsed by her and their relationship. That had to be Brienne’s control over Jaime. All of his attentions, focus and dare she think, devotion, seemed to be aimed at Brienne the Beast.

None of it made sense. Not until she considered the words of the prophecy again. Prophecies were never expressed clearly; there was always a twist or a hidden meaning to the words. Brienne of Tarth was as much referred to as a Beauty as Cersei was herself; albeit mockingly. She was younger than Cersei too and it seemed like she had Jaime in the palm of her hand. Wherever she went, Jaime followed. Whatever she did, Jaime mimicked. Whatever she said, Jaime agreed with. He was completely under Brienne’s control.

And Cersei loathed her for it.

If it was true, if Brienne was the one foretold of; then she would have to do what she always did to a threat; eliminate it. Cersei walked to her window and looked into the gardens below. Jaime was standing below a tall tree with Tommen beside him, both of them were looking up into the branches above them, which shook and swayed as Brienne climbed up them like the wild animal she was.

“I’ve got him,” Brienne said as she gently picked up the cat with one hand, using the other to keep her grip on the trunk. Ser Pounce was Prince Tommen’s favourite cat and had managed to get itself stuck in the tree. Brienne had spent her childhood climbing trees, scrambling over cliffs and causeways and so had pulled herself into the branches with ease. As she climbed back down, she stopped on one of the sturdy lower branches and reached down. She was close enough for Jaime to reach the cat and pass it to Tommen but still high enough to indulge her childish love for climbing trees and being high off the ground.

“Thank you, Lady Brienne,” Tommen said with a genuine smile. He had liked the lady warrior who had returned his uncle to the capital. She was kind, clever, considerate and brave. Even though she was a woman, if he ever became King, he would knight her. Or he would let her and Uncle Jaime get married; they were clearly in love with each other and Grandfather had said how he was trying to arrange a marriage for all of the family, including Uncle Jaime.

“It was nothing, Your Grace,” Brienne replied as Tommen walked off, carrying Ser Pounce in his arms. As soon as he was out of earshot, she smiled at Jaime. “He’s a sweet boy.”

“Unlike the rest of us?” Jaime teased and Brienne shrugged her shoulders.

“You said it, not me.” Brienne replied and Jaime grinned. “What?”

“You never speak like that, you almost sounded like me.” Jaime said as Brienne grabbed an apple from the tree and tossed it at him, hitting his shoulder. “Now, now, there’s no need for that.”

“You started it.” Brienne said as she picked herself an apple and bit into it. “How is your training coming?”

“Terrible but as long as I’m better than everyone else, it doesn’t matter.” Jaime said, glaring at the useless lump of metal attached to his stump. A hook would have been more useful or even a wooden hand. This was gaudy, ostentatious, arrogant; his family all over.

“I beat you,” Brienne reminded. “That was before you lost your hand.”

“I had also been a captive for quite some time then, not being able to practice has that effect.” Jaime retorted as Brienne smiled. “What?”

“That sounds like someone making up an excuse.” Brienne said almost playfully. Jaime liked this side of her; the side that she always seemed to hide away from the world. Whether it was just how she was raised or a lack of confidence, Jaime wasn’t sure but he wished that he could help her bring that side of her out of her shell.

“It’s true. Had I been at my full strength with both my hands, I would have won.” Jaime claimed as Brienne smiled at him. He loved that smile; it was never forced or false and it seemed to light up her whole face and made her eyes shine. He had known that he had been falling for her throughout their journey to Kings Landing; they had built that trust and friendship and for Jaime, it had evolved into something more. He knew that the feelings he had for Brienne went beyond friendship but he also knew that she only had platonic feelings for him and he didn’t want to push her into anything that made her uncomfortable.

“If you say so,” Brienne said as she looked from the branch to the ground. Brienne bit into the apple, clamping it between her teeth so that she could hold onto the branch and control her jump to the ground. As she straightened herself up and removed the apple from the ground, she noticed the strange expression on Jaime’s face. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” Jaime replied quickly. I love you. “Are you seeing Lady Sansa today?”

“I am, I should go.” Brienne said; she wasn’t sure why but there seemed to be a shift between her and Jaime within the past few moments. She couldn’t put her finger on it but it was a strange feeling between them. Jaime was her closest friend but this didn’t feel like friendship right now. She would give it some thought later but for now, she would visit Lady Sansa. The poor girl was still struggling with the loss of her mother and brother. Any support Brienne could give her would hopefully help the poor child.

As Brienne walked out of the gardens, Jaime could feel the foolish smile that was crossing his face. He had never felt like this before. Brienne seemed to be in all his thoughts, he always seemed to be thinking about her, wanting to spend time with her. When they were together, he wanted to take her hand, hold her close, to kiss her. He had felt lust before. He had felt familial love. Those two had been dangerously crossed with Cersei in the past where the combination and the knowledge it was wrong had strengthened it.

How he felt with Brienne just felt so right. It felt as if this was how things meant to be. It was as if all the stories, all the songs, made sense. Jaime wasn’t sure how to proceed. Should he tell Brienne how he felt? Would he give her gifts? Would she believe him? Would she think that he was mocking her or even worse; would she think he was a fool and laugh at him? If she rejected his feelings, he would accept it and understand. But if she didn’t think they were real; it would devastate him.

Finally, Jaime dragged himself back to reality as Bronn gave a sharp whistle and held out his sword. Jaime forced the smile from his face, the last thing he wanted was to give Bronn another reason to mock him. Not about Brienne. Never about Brienne. As Jaime walked across the gardens, he didn’t see Cersei step away from her window and stormed across the room; snapping at her handmaidens to leave her alone as she did. She could see what Jaime didn’t want her to see. He thought himself to be in love with the beast. As she stormed through the Red Keep; the words she had heard from Maggy the Frog began to echo in her head.

Queen you shall be until comes another, Younger, more beautiful, to cast you down And take all that you hold dear

Cersei knew how to deal with a problem. She had useful people; people who would do what she asked, no questions asked. However, the beast was a bigger threat; Jaime rarely left her side and she knew that the beast would be able to handle almost anyone in a fight. She also had to be clever about it; as much as she loathed the Beast; the Beast was from a noble family; a small house, but still a noble family. She couldn’t have her murdered outright but an accident… accidents can easily be arranged.

Cersei had found Qyburn to be a strange man, but a clever one. One who knew a lot about sciences and blood magic and experiments. She wanted something specific. One that would eliminate the beast but also test Jaime. This would be his test; who did he truly love? Her or the beast? She had to marvel at the man’s ability to create such a toxin that matched what she needed. It had initially been only a rumour, one that had existed only in children’s stories but had actually existed. It was rare and the cure was even rarer. Hence why it would be the perfect test for Jaime. It took a few days but it was finally ready.

A poison that would be coated over the skin of an apple; one of the apples from the tree that Jaime and Brienne had been talking in and around outside Cersei’s window. A fitting touch; it was where Jaime had betrayed her after all. Cersei coated the apple in the poison, seeping it enough so the poison could sink under the skin and infect the fruit inside. She clutched it carefully by the stem and carefully made her way to Brienne’s chamber. One way or another, it would end today.

Cersei entered Brienne’s chamber, content that it was empty. She looked around the sparsely decorated room. Surely the beast would have been more comfortable in the stable. It was then that she spotted the piece of blue fabric that had been folded on the table. Cersei examined the gift and scoffed. A shawl. There was no shawl large enough for the beast to drape over her shoulders. A quilt would have been a better gift. Although, she had to admit, it was a beautiful shawl; an attractive shade of deep, royal blue and made of Myrish lace. That was expensive. The thought of Jaime, her Jaime, spending so much money on attempting to turn the beast into a beauty; one more beautiful than her; that Cersei snatched up the shawl. In its place, she left the apple; scarlet, shining, appealing for anyone to take a bite.

Cersei cleaned her hands and draped the shawl around her shoulders and hid herself behind the dressing screen, waiting for her plan to play out. She didn’t have to wait long. It took little time for Brienne to return to her chamber.

Brienne rubbed her shoulder as she entered her chamber. She had spent the afternoon training with Jaime and Tyrion’s sellsword Bronn. It had been good to keep training and practising and with Bronn being a sellsword; he didn’t always fight with the same honour that most men she fought with did. She had also made sure to keep an eye on Sansa Stark and that she was being treated well by Tyrion. She could see a lot of Lady Catelyn’s strength in her daughter and if she could protect one of the Stark girls, then she and Jaime would have kept their word. Brienne rested her sword against the table and spotted the apple resting on top with an untidily scribbled note next to it.

A gift for you – Jaime

Brienne smiled at the apple, wondering if it came from the same tree that she had climbed the other day. She was still trying to work out the strange shift in Jaime’s behaviour. Part of her dared to think that maybe he did feel something more than friendship towards her; even though it was a reckless idea. No man would ever fall in love with her; Jaime could have any beautiful lady, why would he have feelings for her. Brienne dismissed the thought as she turned the apple over in her hands before she bit into the apple. The skin snapped under her teeth and the fruit was ripe with the sweet juice slipping over her tongue. The apples tasted so good that as the bite slipped down her throat, it could have made her weak at the knees.

In fact, it did make her weak at the knees.

Brienne felt her legs give way, her head was spinning as her throat began to constrict, preventing her from breathing. She tried to stick her fingers down her throat to induce vomiting but her arms felt like lead weights and she couldn’t lift them. Her vision was swimming as she gasped for air. As she looked up, she saw a flash of green and gold. Jaime?

“No, wrong twin but don’t worry, he’ll be here soon. Eat up,” Cersei mocked as she covered her hand with her sleeve and clamped it over Brienne’s mouth, forcing her to chew and swallow the rest of the apple. Despite her weakening strength, Brienne attempted to move her arms to push Cersei away until the world spun once more and turned black. As Brienne’s body collapsed to the floor, Cersei gave her an unsympathetic look before lazily slicing off the part of her sleeve that had come into contact with Brienne’s mouth and tossed it into the fire.

A pity.

That was her favourite dress. Yet another thing of hers that had been ruined by the beast. Cersei straightened the shawl over her shoulders and stood back behind the screen. She knew that Jaime always visited the beast around this time every evening. It wouldn’t be long now.

Jaime grinned to himself as he walked towards Brienne’s chamber. He was excited to see if she liked the shawl he had bought her. Jaime knew that it wasn’t much; if he could, he would give her all seven kingdoms; but it was a start. A small token of his affection and appreciation. The dark blue would complement her eyes and even if she doubted her appearance; he was certain that she would look beautiful in it. She looked beautiful in anything and he had been a damned fool to have ever thought otherwise.

“Brienne? Are you in?” Jaime called but received no answer. The door was slightly ajar as he pushed it open with his hand. Brienne hadn’t given him a response but he walked in anyway. Even if she was getting dressed or having a wash; that didn’t faze him. They had shared a bath together; they’d seen each other wash and dress and piss and shit throughout their journey. Privacy didn’t exist between them. It never really had.

“Brienne?” Jaime called again as he spotted her prone form lying on the floor. She was lying on her side, her arm outstretched with an apple just out of reach. She didn’t stir at the sound of his voice and he knew something was seriously wrong. Jaime rushed to her side and turned her onto her back. He could feel what felt like a very weak pulse under his fingers and the faintest flutter of her breath from her lips. He didn’t understand what was happening but he was certain that Brienne was dying. This couldn’t happen! Not to Brienne! He couldn’t lose her! She couldn’t die!

Panic overtook Jaime as he began to shake her shoulders. This wasn’t real. It was a dream; a nightmare. She would wake up and everything would be fine. “Brienne, wake up! Please wake up!”

“She won’t wake,” Cersei said as she emerged from behind the screen, idly playing with the Myrish lace in between her fingers. “Not yet.”

“Cersei, what did you do to her?” Jaime asked shakily as Cersei looked at him coldly. It was like he was finally seeing her, seeing the real her. Had she always been so cruel? So evil? It was like he was looking at a stranger, a stranger he had always known but refused to see.

“What did I do?” Cersei mocked as her expression darkened. “What did she do, Jaime? She turned you away from me, against me and against our children. She’s changed you, made you forget what’s really important.”

“Or maybe she helped me see the truth, what was really important.” Jaime retorted as he lifted her slightly, supporting her limp head and neck. “Cersei, tell me, what have you done? She can’t die, she’s committed no crimes, no treason, nothing that deserves this.”

“She has turned you against your queen; that is treason. She’s been poisoned; Qyburn is the cleverest man I know; he was able to create a poison so rare that the only thing that is rare is the cure.” Cersei explained.

“What’s the cure?” Jaime asked and Cersei sneered at him. It twisted her features into something demonic and evil; again he had to wonder if it had always been there.

“Come now Jaime, surely you can piece it together. The young maiden, whose beauty was known more than all others, the apple, laced with a rare poison with a rare cure. And you; the dashing knight, the hero, here to save the day.” Cersei mocked. “You’re not that stupid Jaime, put it together.”

And he did. It had been their favourite story as children. Cersei had a fondness for the idea of a mirror that could answer any truth. Tyrion had liked that there was at least one story where the dwarves were not treated like monsters and Jaime had liked the dashing prince who came riding in to save the day. In that story, the prince woke the sleeping maiden with…

“But Cersei that doesn’t exist! It’s just a child’s story!” Jaime argued and Cersei shrugged her shoulders dismissively.

“Well, then she’ll die. The poison will rot away her body from the inside; she’ll be unconscious for the whole thing so she shouldn’t feel too much pain. There is only one way for you to save her. If you truly love her, if you’ve betrayed me for her, then she will live. Do nothing or if you are loyal to me, then she’ll die. You have a choice Jaime, choose.” Cersei stated as Jaime’s mind raced.

Did he love Brienne? Of course he did. More than he had ever loved anyone. Yet that story ended with the prince and maiden living happily ever after. Such a thing did not exist in Westeros and it definitely would not exist if Brienne survived. If she could only survive through Jaime’s love; then unless there was a way to control Cersei’s madness or if they left the court and never returned, then there was a possibility. Although how did he know that this wasn’t just some cruel trick of Cersei’s? A way to draw out Brienne’s death and Jaime’s agony of having to watch her die?

As he tried to think of what to do, Jaime felt Brienne’s pulse again and to his horror, it seemed to have become even fainter than it had before. There was no other option, no more time. Brienne was dying and she would die if Jaime didn’t at least try to help her. All he could do, was try.

I love you Brienne, Jaime thought as he leaned over and pressed his lips to hers.

#game of thrones #fic #hella long fic #braime #jaimexbrienne #brienne of tarth #Jaime Lannister #Cersei Lannister #cheesy as fuck au #cersei cray cray in this one

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