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hyacinthyne · 2 years
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I love how GRRM made that mistake about Renly’s eye colour when the Baratheon look (and specifically Renly/Robert/Gendry’s looks) was a whole plot point back in AGOT but he remembered to mention that Lem’s nose has been permanently warped from Arya smashing a tankard into his face. Iconic. 
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yourstruly-sephie · 2 years
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄
𝐓 𝐡 𝐞 𝐋 𝐚 𝐝 𝐲 𝐨 𝐟 𝐭 𝐡 𝐞 𝐋 𝐚 𝐤 𝐞
𝟐𝟕𝟖 𝐀𝐂 | 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧’𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭
Nyrella wrapped her arms around her delicate frame as she stood in front of the giant window. The window was built of glass—polished and clear to see the alluring view of tidal waves crashing against the cliffs, where the castle stood. It was still dark outside, a mere two hours before dawn arrived. The sky was pitch black when she came, but as time flew by, the sky slowly colored itself a shade lighter. It was currently a dark gray along with a cluster of dark clouds illuminated by the moon's gleam. The ocean's surface glistened under the soft light as it moved, yet it was the only thing the bare eyes could spot. The ocean was not blue and crystal as they are in the daytime, but was endless and void—dark enough to eat any piercing light.
There was a cold chill that breezed through the empty drawing room. Nyrella hugged herself a little tighter, pulling the fabric of her thin shawl to cover like a blanket. It was not like her to wake up at such a time, but she could not sleep. She tried to, yet she constantly thrashing around the entire night, trying to find a comfort position on the soft mattress and silk sheets. There was no hope of sleeping now, so she decided to stay awake, waiting for her other company to do so as well. It would be hours before they did—most of them are not morning people.
"Ny? What are you doing here?" A tired voice croaked behind her. Nyrella jumped slightly in her place, turning sharply on her heels to spot the sudden intruder to her peaceful lone time.
Rhaegar was in his small clothes. His long elegant silver-blonde hair was disheveled like a crow's nest. He held a candle holder with his right hand, holding the warm light of the fire in front of him. He looked worn out, even though he was the first to turn in for the night. He always looked tired.
"You scared me," Nyrella said as she laid a hand over her heart. She felt another chill through the room, clinging to the thin shawl for warmth.
Rhaegar took the opportunity to stride forward, rubbing his eye with his other hand. "Couldn't sleep?" He asked her as he stopped in front of her.
She hummed a response. Close up, Nyrella noticed how dark and purple his eye bags were by the candle's light. It was worse than prior days. "You should go back to sleep, Reg. You have a long day ahead," she laid her hand on his elbow, rubbing soft circles.
"And you don't?" Rhaegar amused. His lips twitched upwards at the corners.
"All I will be doing is staying in the castle walls without any company, while you and the others go out to hunt for a few days," Nyrella remarked.
Rhaegar hummed, "Right. The Hunt." He had forgotten momentarily that later on the day, he and the rest of his companions would leave for a hunting trip. It was Jon's idea—a somewhat idea of a getaway. "Why don't you accompany us then?"
Nyrella straightened up, a puzzled expression written over her features. "Me? I thought I was not allowed to go?"
"There are some dangers that come along with hunting, but it is a valuable experience. You've been practicing your archery and sword lessons, right?" Rhaegar said as he shifted his stance.
"Yes, I have," the Targaryen princess confirmed. She did not miss a day, despite being on the road and keeping it a secret from everyone. She had let Barristan in on her training, and he became a great mentor to improve on her skills. She was better than she started.
"Then, you are prepared," Rhaegar answered. "These walls might protect you, but you will be safer under my watch along with Arthur, Jon, Barristan, Richard, and Myles."
"Like I need any man to be safe," she rolled her eyes. "Will the others be okay if I go? I do not want to intrude on the bonding experience."
"They cannot turn you away, that is for sure. They will not mind it, especially Myles."
Nyrella did not expect to blush this early on the day. She tilted her head lowly, hiding her face from Rhaegar's gaze. "Well, Jon, he will make a fuss," she shifted the focus of the conversation.
Rhaegar sighed, "that he will as always, but you will just need to ignore him until he eventually stops complaining."
"Why now?"
"Now what?" Rhaegar tilted his head.
"Why are you letting me go? You never let me come with you or the others? What made you change your mind? Me practicing archery and sword fighting is not the only reason, is it?" Nyrella tried to make sense of everything.
"There is not another reason," he responded, but Nyrella could tell he was holding something back from her.
She slowly nodded her head to signal her understanding. "I should begin packing then if I am to join the hunt. You should go back to sleep as well, you still look tired."
"I will," Rhaegar returned the smile, "you should go first. I want to stay here for a moment."
Nyrella hesitated to leave. "Are you well Reg? I've noticed you've been more exhausted." And distant. She noticed many changes in her brother's behavior since she arrived in Summerhall. Of course, he was melancholic in his birth place, but it remained still, even when they left the burned castle. It was the way he looked into the distance with a void expression as if he was in deep thought along with a frown to pair. Or how unexpectedly, he would remove himself to be alone. He worried her.
"I'm fine, Ny, really. All I need is rest," was Rhaegar's answer. Yet, it did not feel like the truth, far from it. He was good at lying and hiding things, but he could not hide or lie to her this time. She noticed, and his denial confirmed it.
She had two choices: confront him now or wait. "Okay," she smiled at him, "please don't stay up for too long." She decided on the latter. Somewhere deep inside her, she felt this was not the best time to force him to reveal what was bothering him. It felt too important for a passing conversation. It felt important. She would have to wait for the perfect time to talk to Rhaegar again.
.・゜゜・♛・゜゜・.
"I cannot believe he let you go with us," Jon came to Nyrella's side, huffing a puff of air to the side of her face. Nyrella rolled her eyes, ignoring his childish attitude. She continued to tighten the straps of the leather bags on her horse's saddle.
"Rhaegar and I talked about you making a fuss," she shook her head in disappointment. "You could have at least proven me wrong," she pulled the last strap securely, before turning to face the redhead.
"I am not making a fuss," he crossed his arms over his chest and squinted towards Nyrella's direction. "I am genuinely curious because this—"
"Was meant to be a bonding experience among men," Nyrella finished his sentence, "yeah, yeah, I know. I heard you tattletaling to Richard over the by the stables. Not very discreet I should add on, and not very nice."
"Sneaky, you are..." Jon continued to talk.
Nyrella sighed, trying to conceal her irritation from her friend. She turned back to her horse's side, trying to distract herself from Jon's gambling and rambling. She tried her best to ignore him. Then, from the corner of her eyes, she spotted a glimpse of silver striding from her right.
"Arthur," she rotated to the Kingsguard, shining a smile to him. Her sudden acknowledgment made the Dornishman cease in his tracks and interrupted Jon.
"Princess Nyrella," Arthur bowed his head. "Is there anything I can do for you?" He stood tall once again as he asked the question. Under the peaking light that jutted through the dense cloud, Arthur looked every inch of the knight he was. The sunlight bounced off his silver armor, almost coloring the steel, gold. His dominant hand laid comfortably on the hilt of Dawn, and in his other, the standard helm of the Kingsguard. There was not any other knight that could outshine Arthur, not even the Prince of Dragonstone.
"Not at all, ser," Nyrella responded. "I want to ask if you are well? Have you finished packing for the hunt?"
Arthur approached the duo. He nodded towards Jon's direction, acknowledging his friend's presence. He, then, caught Nyrella's gaze. A tightness in his chest formed. "I am well. Thank you for asking. I just finished packing, and I am on my way to the garrison to meet your brother."
"Why is Rhaegar in the garrison?" Jon furrowed his brows in curiosity
"Safety measures. He wants them on alert, if anything were to happen during our departure to the woods."
"That is very like my brother," Nyrella chuckled. "But, I am certain nothing will happen while we are hunting. Everyone in the party are capable hunters, not to mention capable swordsmen."
Arthur hummed, nodding his head, "to assure you, Princess. It is a tedious procedure that your brother must follow."
"And is wearing your heavy armor procedure as well? You are too overdressed for the occasion," her tone was playfully dangerous. If Arthur was not careful to tread waters, he would fall harder for her. It took all his strength to shake her allure.
"Kingsguard procedure. I must be on the ready constantly to do my duty to protect and defend you and Rhaegar," Arthur stated bluntly.
Nyrella nodded, her smile faltering slightly. She expected him to return her playfulness. "Of course," she said meekly. "Will you be riding with Jon and I to the hunting grounds?" There was hope in her eyes.
Arthur averted his gaze, looking behind Nyrella, where the castle's gate was. "Unfortunately not," he answered with the same tone he kept throughout the conversation, "I will be riding with Rhaegar and Barristan."
"Oh," disappointedly laced in her response. She rubbed her arm awkwardly, feeling embarrassed.
"I suppose Myles would gladly ride with you," Arthur suddenly followed, yet his eyes were still averted. He swallowed the hard lump in his throat. It felt like treason for him to say such a thing.
Nyrella tilted her head back to look up at him. She blinked a few times, confused by the suggestion, "Ser Myles?"
"Yes," he clarified. "I believe he would be honored to be by your side through the journey."
"I don't under—"
"Thank you Arthur," Jon intruded in the conversation, feeling a thick tension rising around them. He laid a hand on Nyrella's shoulder, "you should go to Myles and ask for his answer?"
Nyrella was hesitant to move from her spot, but Jon willed her to go. With enough persuasion from the redhead, Nyrella took her leave towards the stables, bidding the gentleman in her presence a farewell. The men watched Nyrella's figure walk into a distance, then disappear around a corner. A silence fell over Jon and Arthur, but the dense air was gone.
"Spiteful of you to consider Myles," Jon amused, raising a brow at his dark-haired friend, who carried a solemn expression.
"I was not—"
"Do not deny it Arthur. I know you well. Why did you lie to her?" Arthur snapped his eyes to Jon.
"How—"
"You don't lie often, but when you do, it's unnatural. But I'm not talking about that, why did you lie to her? You clearly wanted to and—"
"Because I have to," Arthur took the chance to cut off his friend midway. He took a pause, exhaling deeply and his hand combed through his hair, disheveling it in the process. "I did not want to lie to her, but I have to," he repeated.
He closed his eyes, taking a deep inhale. "I have to let her go, Jon. She is not mine, and she never will. So it is best if I distance myself away from her."
Jon chuckled, "An amusing joke, Arthur."
But the Kingsguard did not make a move to laugh or show any emotion of amusement. His expression was stone and serious. Jon, cleared his throat, "maybe not," he muttered lowly under his breath.
"I shall go now," Arthur turned to leave but Jon grabbed his arm, stopping him from going to the garrison.
"I apologize, I did not mean to jest," Jon mended, "you cannot give up on her so easily, not for Myles or anyone that is."
Arthur shook his head, "Giving man hope is a dangerous thing." With that, Arthur pivoted on the balls of his feet and walked away with the heartbreaking tightness in his chest.
.・゜゜・♛・゜゜・.
The entourage was a small one, consisting of the Prince of Dragonstone and the Lord of Griffin's Roost. Next, the Knight of Maidenpool and a squire of House Lonmouth. Then, accompanied by two deadly Kingsguards. Finally, the one and only princess of the Seven Kingdoms. All seven individuals were on the road towards the nearby forest that was owned for centuries by the head of House Connington.
At the head of the group, Nyrella rode on her horse with Jon on her left and Richard on her right. Myles had turned the offer down to ride by her side since Rhaegar had asked him first and he could not break a promise to the heir. There was a considerable gap between her and the rest of the riding party. The Princess was a free rider, experienced through her months of traveling throughout the lands her family had conquered eons ago. The feeling of wind in her hair, and kisses of the cool air were feelings she loved so much. Jon and Richard tried their best to catch up to her, but as they drew closer Nyrella galloped faster on her steed.
The hunting grounds were not faraway as Jon had said an hour ago, predicting it would be another hour or two for them to arrive at the destination. It fascinated Nyrella at how quickly the environment changed as she continued to journey south. Griffin's Roost was a castle perched on a huge cliff that overlooked misty waters of Shipbreaker Bay. It reminded her of Casterly Rock, but she did not mention the bit to Jon, fearing it would offend him to be compared to the Lannisters he despised so much. However, unlike the gold and emerald castle of the lions, Griffin's Roost was surrounded by stone, sharp ridges, and mountains.
Yet, just south, everything stone and cold turned warm and filled with forest green. Lands were more forgiving and fertile, a place where life could grow and breathe. As Nyrella came to a trot with her steed, the tree leaves along the dirt road were falling over her and landed randomly close to her—sometimes on her. Her eyes were focused above her, extending an arm to catch a falling leaf that came her way. At first she was only grabbing the empty air, however, somehow the leaf changed direction and fell elegantly on the palm of her soft hands. She smiled, bringing the specked leaf of green, brown, and yellow closer to her face.
"Caught yourself dinner?" Jon jested as he trotted by her side. She could tell he had to gallop a distance to catch up to her because he was a mixture of scents—drenched sweat and natural odor.
"No, even better," Nyrella ignored his mocking. She held up the leaf that was around the same size as her hand. She grinned at him, "A token for my first hunting trip."
"You've got to be mad if that is to be your token to remember," Jon gawked at her with wide eyes.
Nyrella didn't care what he thought. The Goddess of the Winds, one of Valyria's many gods, had gifted this to her and she will treasure it. "I'd rather have this than some bloody boar pelt," she told the redhead.
"A mad woman you are," Jon sighed. Then, suddenly, another pair of trotting hooves came their way. Their eyes shifted behind them to see the Lonmouth squire sweating profusely as he eased to a stop on Nyrella's left.
"You alright Richard?" Nyrella questioned with a slight raise in her brow. "A good run isn't it not?" She poked fun at him.
The squire blushed a deeper red than he already was. "Yes of course, a great distance to gallop. I do not know how you did it so easily Nyrella." He huffed out a big exhale, trying to steady his breathing.
Nyrella laugh echoed through the trees, which made Richard blush further and made him want to hid behind the thick fringe of his dark hair. "Maybe I am part horse," she amused.
"That explains well why you laugh like one too," Jon commented at the sidelines. Nyrella's mouth dropped at the insult. She turned to her, the red-haired lord, and swatted her hand at him.
"Rude, you are!" She continued to hit him on the arm, but Jon only laughed louder.
"Easy now horse girl, easy," Jon held his hands in surrender. Nyrella retracted her hand, glaring at Jon with a distaste.
Their fun ceased when a series of hooves came galloping their way. All heads turned to the rest of the riding part behind them, and they all had the same confused expression. Rhaegar was at the head of the group, slowly stopping his dark stallion a couple of feet away from Nyrella's own steed. Nyrella gripped her reins in one hand, signaling for her horse to turn and face her brother's. "Is everything alright Reg?" Nyrella was worried something would happen for all of them to be here in such a hurry.
"We heard a scream," Rhaegar explained with worry in his eyes, "we came as fast as we could. Did anything happen?"
"A false warning," Jon called out to the Dragon Prince, "it was only your sister's snorting."
Nyrella turned a shade pinker, "shut up Jon." She looked at her friend, glaring at him with anger.
"You had us worried Nyrella," Myles cut through the conversation, "Rhaegar over here thought you were being mauled by a mountain lion."
The fair-haired princess looked over at Myles, who was smirking as usual. His smile reminded her of someone else's smile, but she could not put a finger on who. She scrunched her nose at the knight, sticking her tongue out, "there are no lions here, ser. Neither wolves nor snakes. There are only elk, deers, and stags in these woods. A safe place I consider."
"I would not be so sure dear sister," Rhaegar responded as he steadied his horse, "Stags are dangerous. They are known to kill many, daring to come close to them."
Somehow that sent shivers all over Nyrella's body or maybe it was the wind, trying to frighten her. "A stag cannot kill a dragon—nothing can kill a dragon." Her words felt like a promise.
Rhaegar smiled at his sister, "big words to say. Come on now, let us all continue moving along our journey." He slightly pressed the side of his horse, signaling the steed to move forward. Nyrella gave him a way to move past her, then once he did, she turned and followed after him.
This time, Rhaegar was ahead of the group, while Jon, Nyrella, and Richard rode behind him. Then, the two Kingsguard and Myles make up the rear of the entourage. Yet, there we're still a huge gap between each of the riders, but no one had the energy to close the distance. Except for Myles. He nudged his horse forward, falling into step with Ser Arthur's horse. The Knight of Maidenpool wanted to talk to someone to fill the boredom of the journey.
"How do you find the Stormlands, Arthur?" Myles questioned his Dornish friend with a small smile. Arthur was not in the slightest mood to be in conversation, especially with Myles.
"The region is different from places I've known and been to," Arthur answered truthfully, "I am not used to the storms."
"Get used to it," Myles chuckled, "when we arrive at Storm's End, the storms there are deadlier than the ones at Griffin's Roost."
"You've been to Storm's End?"
"Once," Myles recalled, "it was the first time I met Nyrella. It was her seventh nameday celebration held by her great aunt, Rhaelle Targaryen, before she died the following year."
This was new to Arthur's ears. He turned to Myles with curiosity filled eyes. He wanted to hear more of this story. "You've known Nyrella for that long? A decade?"
"In passing, yes. She is the princess of the Seven Kingdoms, which means she does not concern herself with the members of vassal houses and her circle was limited during her youth. I was lucky enough to be Rhaegar's squire to know more about her than her titles. I will never forget the day when I saw her at the tourney. I was ten namedays, and struck by her Valyrian beauty and poise. Barristan could tell you more about it. He received her favor." Myles told what he could with a mellow expression as his gaze looked into the past.
"I wish I could have been there to witness her younger self," Arthur responded, a tinge of sadness in his answer. Everyone, except for him, had known Nyrella and had stories about her, which he wished he could have had his own memories.
"You are not missing much," Myles assured Arthur. His eyes landed on Nyrella's back, a fond smile widened on his thin lips, "she is the same as she was."
"I am not following," Arthur questioned, leaning closer, eager to hear Myles' answer. If he was not careful, he would have slipped off his saddle and landed on the hard ground.
"The Nyrella you know now was the Nyrella in the past and will be the Nyrella in the future. People do change overtime, but the person they truly are on the inside will remain the same." Arthur listened to the passion in Myles's answer. He observed how the knight's eyes never left Nyrella's back, fearing if he looked away the vision of her would disappear with the wind. Myles' eyes sparkled brightly when he spoke her name or heard it from someone else's mouth.
Arthud should have never talked to Myles. In fact, he regretted it, because just by looking at the knight, Arthur knew that Myles was also in love with Nyrella. It broke Arthur because he never had the chance. Myles was free to express his love to Nyrella, and he was not tied to his duties and honor, the way Arthur was. Myles has the chance to be with Nyrella, to marry her, to have children, and to make her happy.
.・゜゜・♛・゜゜・.
Dusk was setting fast from the faraway horizon. Through the dense forest, thick with tall trees and shrouded with their greenery, the vast skies were colored with the most vibrant colors of oranges, red, pinks, and the lingering hints of periwinkle blue. The experience of witnessing a sunset in the forest was a different feeling filled with enchanting mystery and the calm deposition.
As the others made camp in a small clearing inside the heart of the forest, Nyrella and Jon were entrusted to gather wood for the fire tonight. Jon offered to carry the scrapes of wood that Nyrella could forge around their surroundings.
"Are you sure you do not want my help?" Nyrella turned to look at the red-haired lord. "I could take some—" she reached out, but Jon swerved her hand.
"I am alright Nyrella," he assured her as he took a step ahead of her. "Just keep up and look for more wood, we are going to need lots if you want to stay warm the whole night or do not want wild lions stalking you at night."
Nyrella jogged to keep up with Jon's long strides. It was easier to overtake Jon on horseback than on foot. "There is not much usable wood around here," she said as she picked up a twig on the floor, "we should go further into the forest."
Jon knew these woods like the back of his hand. He spent a considerable amount of his childhood hunting these grounds with his father. "Maybe we could get as far as the lake," he twisted to turn to the fair-haired maiden.
"There is a lake?" Nyrella piqued in curiosity. "I have never seen a lake before, well not a lake in the middle of a forest."
"Come on, I'll show you," he fastened his pace, and Nyrella had no choice but to continue her jog.
"Is it a big lake? Can we fish in it? You think there are mermaids?" Nyrella blurted out many questions after questions.
"Childish you are Nyrella," the redhead responded amusingly. "You almost eight- and-ten namedays and you believe there are mermaids in the lake?"
"Well are there?" she asked with a pitch in her voice. It sounded like hope.
Jon shook his head, "The lake is big and even deeper. There are no fish in the lake, along with your mermaid friends."
Nyrella saw a big piece of wood in the distance, she quickly jogged to the log before Jon could stride over. She lifted the heavy wood with both hands, "this weighs a ton." She walked over to Jon, and placed the block in the piles of wood in his arms.
The pair continued to walk further into the forest. "Maybe we all could spend the day tomorrow at the lake," Nyrella made the consideration, "we all would need a bath after hours of hunting."
"Perhaps, you will have to tell your brother," Jon replied, stepping over a small stream.
Nyrella lifted her gown, and jumped over the water. "Rhaegar is smart enough not to disagree with me, and everyone would appreciate it, especially Myles. He talks about the lakes in Maidenpool filled with all types of fish such as red salmon."
"You spent too much time with Myles and even more time talking about him," Jon acknowledged with a slight distaste.
Nyrella blushed a crimson, "is there anything wrong with Myles? You two are friends."
"Don't mistake my distaste as dislike for Myles. I think of him as a great friend, it is all in good jest. But, I do not think he is handsome enough for me to talk about romantically as you do."
She blushed even redder, "I-I think he is handsome."
"More handsome than Arthur?" Jon turned around to face her, stopping in his tracks and looking straight into her eyes.
Nyrella stopped as well. "I cannot answer that."
"It is a simple answer: yes or no," Jon explained to her, "so tell me. Who do you think is more handsome, The Knight of Maidenpool or The Sword of the Morning?"
A silence befallen between them. Jon's clear and crystal azure eyes bore into her like blue fire—cold that it felt like it burned hotter than regular fire. Nyrella shook her head, averting her gaze from him. She continued the walk, passing her redhead friend. "I cannot say," she muttered.
"That is my problem with you, Nyrella," Jon blurted out. Nyrella stopped in her tracks again, turning to her friend, who already was looking at her.
Nyrella tilted her head slightly, not catching his words correctly, "I beg your pardon?"
"You heard me," Jon said, "you are not able to make decisions. You have feelings for Myles, that I can see and feel, but you also have feelings for Arthur, which I know for a long time. But, you cannot choose which one to give your heart to. Do you know the gravity of the consequences?"
Nyrella did not appreciate the sudden attack from Jon. "And you are mad at me because I simply cannot choose?"
Jon sighed, "I am not mad at you Nyrella. Frustrated is all. It would be nice to know how you feel about them."
"You said it all. I do have feelings for Myles since the day I merged paths with him to Summerhall. For Arthur... he has a spot in my heart, always. Maybe the reason why I cannot choose is because I fear of losing them."
" It is not fair to string them into believing. At some point you will have to choose," Jon revealed to her the hard truth she knew all along.
"Why does it matter if I choose one over the other? If I chose Myles, a part of my heart beats for Arthur. If I chose Arthur, I cannot have him as I want to. He is bound by his vows, and I cannot take that away from him. No one benefits from this. And... do I really have a say on who I get to be with? I don't, not at all in a man's world. So call me selfish all you want Jon, but let me have this sliver of freedom until someone decides to take it away." Nyrella exploded, overwhelmed by emotions. It was unfair for Jon to criticize her.
"I am not picking an argument with you," Jon tried to calm the situation down, seeing how worked up Nyrella was, "I am only looking out for them."
"They do not even see me the way I see them," she said, feeling the surge of tears brim her lavender eyes.
"Nyrella—"
"Just stop, Jon," Nyrella spoke up, "This conversation leads to nothing but an argument. I'm going back to camp, and you can find more woods."
Nyrella embraced herself tightly. She was not in the mood to continue into the forest and see the lake. Jon ruined the happiness and tranquility she felt. Now her mind was running thoughts of both men—Myles and Arthur. Second guessing if she was selfish to have feelings for both of them. Was she?
.・゜゜・♛・゜゜・.
The next day, nothing changed. Emotions boiled over, but no one dared to approach the thick tension that loomed over the group. Nyrella stayed away from Jon, and vice versa. Arthur put a distance between himself, Nyrella, and Myles. All the while, the rest of the hunting party tried their best to keep the peace, fearing something bad might happen. Rhaegar was on the edge, observing with a careful eye as he shifted between the different people. He did not imagine this to happen, and he had not one clue as to what happened.
With everything going on, the first day of hunting was unsuccessful. All of them came back to the camp ground without a big game, only a few rabbits for tonight's dinner. The sun was still at its highest, and the humidity was pleasant enough.
"Don't hold," Myles advised Nyrella as she was practicing her archery form.
Nyrella rolled her eyes playfully, "I know. It was the first lesson I've learned." She disengaged her bow, and showed Myles the scar on hand.
Myles took her hand in his, observing the faint scar across the palm of her hand. He dragged his index finger along the line, "When did you get this?" He looked up to meet her eyes. There was slight sadness and worry in them.
Nyrell took her hand back, and smiled assuredly at him, "It was my second day of archery. I didn't know better and I held on, until I felt the string dug through my hand. When I released, I also hit Rhaegar right at the arm. But afterwards, Arthur tended to my wound, and now I have this faint scar."
She remembered that day fondly. Rhaegar was furious at her, Jon was laughing like a mad man, and Arthur... he was sweet to her. He noticed first how her palm was dripping with blood, and how he wrapped the cloth bandage gently around her hand. He did his best not to hurt her while he did, and he reassured her through the entire time.
Then, a sudden clap through the air, made her snap from the memory. Nyrella and Myles turned to the middle of the camp, to where Rhaegar was standing on top of a wood block. "I think we should all go to the lake," he announced with a wide smile. Nyrella looked around, seeing that everyone was looking at the Prince with confused expressions.
"There might be fish there for us tonight," Rhaegar added to his statement. There are no fish in the lake, Nyrella rolled her eyes.
"I would not mind spending the rest of the day at a lake," Myles replied to Rhaegar. He then turned to Nyrella, "what about you?"
Nyrella shrugged her shoulders, "I guess it would be nice."
"Great!" Myles shouted out with glee, which made everything turn to him. "We should go to the lake," he agreed with Rhaegar.
Rhaegar clapped his hands again, not waiting for anyone else to disagree with him. "Alright. Arthur, Barristan, and I will go first to make sure the spot is clear. Jon," the Prince turned to point at the redhead, "you led the rest down." With that Rhaegar jumped down from the wood block, and went to grab his things.
Nyrella excused herself from Myles, walking towards the direction of her brother. "Let me go with you," she blurted out, not wasting a second longer.
Rhaegar pivoted on his heels to face his sister, "No. you at going with Jon," he stated sternly.
"Why can't I go with you?" She crossed her arms over her chest, slightly irritated with Rhaegar's stubbornness.
Rhaegar shook his head, strapping his sword around his hips, "because I know something happened between you and Jon. You two need to settle your differences."
Nyrella let out an exasperated breath, "You cannot force us to get along so easily. It is unfair."
The Dragon Prince secured the strap of his sword's sheath, "Talk to him and make amends." And with that Rhaegar walked away from Nyrella without another word. She clicked her tongue in annoyance as she watched him greet Barristan a few feet away.
"Are you okay Nyrella?" A deep voice spoke behind her.
Nyrella spun around quickly, "Arthur." The annoyance was gone when she saw the Kingsgaurd, a small smile brightened her face. "I am all good. I see you have discarded your heavy armor."
Arthur lowered his head as he chuckled, "Rhaegar advised me not to before he announced we are to go."
"So you knew that he would do this? I mean with Jon and I?" Nyrella questioned.
Arthur hummed guilty, "yes, but I advised him not to. But there is nothing I could do to change your brother's mind, even if I could. I hope you are not angry with me."
Nyrella shook her head, "No, it is not your doing. I—"
"Arthur! We must make haste!" Barristan's voice boomed, interrupting Nyrella completely.
"I shall take my leave then," Nyrella smiled brilliantly like the Dornish sun at Arthur. "Don't drown," she told him lastly, then she left walking to her tent.
Arthur's gaze trailed after her, a hint of a smile graced his face. "I won't," he muttered to himself, letting the wind take his words up to the seven heavens.
In an hour's time, the camp was left with four people. Richard was checking through their materials before their departure to the lake. Jon was sulking in front of the ashes of the previous night's fire. Myles was chattering with Richard about his journey to his knighthood. All in the while, Nyrella was in her own tent, changing into one of her lighter dresses. It was white gown made with the fine fabric of organza. It moved delicately through the air as she twirled. The perfect attire that would not pull her down as she played in the waters of the lake.
As she came out of the tent, all three men snapped their focus on her. They were waiting for her. "Are you ready Nyrella?" Myles came beside her with a kind smile.
She returned the smile, nodding in agreement, "I'm—"
"Let's go," Jon cut off Nyrella as he got up from where he sat. He did not blink an eye at Nyrella and Myles, walking west into the forest.
Myles, Richard, and Nyrella took a minute to themselves to watch the redhead stalk into the thick trees. "Is he alright?" The knight asked Nyrella as they started to follow Jon was a good distance between them.
Her lavender eyes scanned the way Jon's shoulder slumped, "I hardly know."
"Is everything alright with you two?" Myles questioned shifting his eyes between the Valyrian princess and the Lord of Griffin's Roost.
"Is it obvious? Rhaegar advises me to talk to him, make amends as if it was easy," she sighed exhaustingly.
"You should let him come to you first," Myles offered, "there needs to be two people in order to make amends. You are willing, but is he? He has to show you that he is in the wrong as well."
Nyrella didn't think of it that way. "You think he will approach me?"
"He will. Jon is from the Stormlands, so it wounds his pride to apologize first," Myles gave hope to Nyrella. He nudged her side playfully, wanting to see that bright smile of her's.
The four of them continued to walk through the forest for a half an hour.
For half an hour, the four of them walk deeper into the forest. Slowly, the blue skies turned slightly darker, transforming into warmer colors of dusk. The forest trees and the wildlife sang a white noise that needed a careful ear to listen to their calls. The scent of the earth became the regular perfume that coated the group's aroma. The forest was a shelter from a busy world they were used to. A moment to be one with nature.
Just then Jon came to a sudden stop, which made the others stop as well. Nyrella peeked over Myles' shoulder, her brows knitted in confusion. She thought her eyes were deceiving her because instead of a view of lake waters, she saw a view of nothing—air. All four of them were standing on a cliff.
"Where is the lake?" Richard rested his hand on top of his hip, trying from the long walk. Jon came closer to the cliff, his eye pointing to the bottom.
"There's your lake," he answered. Then, he waved down below, "Rhaegar, Arthur, Barristan! Up here!"
Nyrella walked to the edge of the cliff, but Myles grabbed her arm. She snapped her head towards him, and he gave her a worried look, "careful now, I don't want you falling."
She rolled her eyes at him, ignoring the warning in his voice. She peered over the edge, spotting clearly three figures down below. Rhaegar was knee-deep in the lake, Barristan sat on a boulder, and Arthur was standing by the dry side, where the lake water meets land. She waved at them like what Jon did, "We'll be down there soon enough!"
She saw Rhaegar cup his hands around his mouth, "The water is great! But be careful up there!"
Nyrella nodded, but she knew he could not see her from where she was standing. She took a step back from the edge of the cliff, until she was beside Myles again. She looked at Jon, "we should go down now."
However, Jon raised his brow. "This is the way down," he answered with great certainty.
Richard, Myles, and Nyrella became quiet faster than the flicker of light. They were taken aback, not quite sure they heard Jon clearly or if he said it was a jest. Yet, the longer they observed the redhead, the farther their stomachs sank.
"You are fun now, Jon. Come on let us go down now," Myles tried to make light of the situation.
"Then go ahead," he gestured to the cliff, "be me guest to go first." There was a glint of mischief in his eyes, his innocent smile hiding his amusing grin.
"You must be teasing us," Nyrella felt her heart thunder with anxiousness, "we cannot possibly jump that far down."
Jon crossed his arms across his chest, he raised his brow, "it is only a fifty foot drop and the lake is more than fifteen feet deep. It is safe to jump."
Nyrella blinked. This was crazy talk, she thought to herself. She took another step back from the cliff, fearing that she might slip. She could not believe that Jon wanted them to jump into the lake.
"So who is going first?" Jon asked as he took his oversized tunic off. His azure eyes flickered between the three other people, who wore fearful faces.
"I'll go," Richard volunteered. Nyrella watched as the squire took his tunic off with a quick pull. He eargered himself to the every edge of the cliff, his toes dangling in the air. Nyrella held her breath for him. She wanted to tell him not to jump, to prevent him from going. But she was too late.
In the matter of a blink, Richard's figure was gone from her sight. She made a run to the edge, leaning her head over to see him free falling through the air, and in a count of three, his body hit the dark waters of the lake with a huge splash that echoed through the forest. In a painful few seconds, Richard's head reemerged from the water, a shout erupting through his chest. Nyrella exhaled the breath she held. Everyone around her rejoiced in excitement, all the while Richard swam to the lakefront.
"Your turn Nyrella," Jon said.
Nyrella huffed a breath, shaking her head in absolute disagreement, " I am not going to jump. There has to be a way other than this."
"It will be over in a blink of an eye," Jon continued to push, "unless you are too much of a coward."
"A coward?" Nyrella was fuming with fury. She was not angry at Jon for how he talked to her yesterday, but now she had a good enough reason to be angry with now. She did not like the way he pressed her buttons. "I am not a coward," she stood her ground.
Jon grinned, "then prove it."
Her mind was scrambling with many thoughts, overwhelming her senses. She turned back to the cliff, inching closer to the edge like how Richard did it. Her legs felt weak and shook uncontrollably. Nyrella looked over the cliff, observing the great distance she would need to fall before hitting the surface of the cool water.
"Be careful Nyrella," Myles suddenly warned. Nyrella was spooked by his words, slowly turning to him with all the color from her face gone.
"You scared me," her voice was shaky and in a higher pitch than before.
Myles gave her an apologetic look, "sorry."
Nyrella apologized, and turned back to the cliff. Her body and mind screamed for her to stop, to not jump, to go find a safer route down. "I-I cannot go. I cannot jump," she found her voice.
She whipped her head to look at the remaining people up there with her. Myles wore a sympathetic expression, while Jon's cockiness was still present, but if she cared to look closer, there was a glint of guilt that flashed over his blue eyes.
However, just as she went to take a step towards the duo, the grip of her bare foot slipped on a patch of damp moss in front of her. In an instance, she lost her footing and the center of her balance. Her arms were spread open, moving frantically to find her balance again. She heard the pounding of her desperate heart loudly through her ears like thundering drums of doom. A scream escaped her mouth as she reached her arms forward trying to grab the air. "Myles! Jon!" she yelled frantically to them. But, she was too late like when she was too late to call for Richard to stop.
Nyrella plummeted. The sight and calls of her friends were gone, left behind as she fell towards the water below her. She was screaming, but she could not hear herself. She tried to grasp the air, but the more she fought back, the faster she fell. The rapid wind dried out her eyes as life flashed before her eyes. She took her last breath as the world closed in on her.
Arthur watched in horror as Nyrella's body hit the surface of the water with a terrible splash. Unlike Richard's jump, a dead silence echoed through the walls of the forest. As the water ceased back together and the seconds passed dreadfully, there was no sign of Nyrella.
"Ny!" Rhaegar started to shout. "Ny! Ny! Ny!" his voice cracked with anxiety. Then, everyone followed, screaming her name with desperation. The shouting of Myles and Jon were heard from above yelling for Nyrella's name as well. But Arthur, he did not stay and yell for Nyrella.
Without another thought, he ran to the lakefront. His friends were shouting, calling for his name, but he did not look back at them. Their cries fell on deaf ears. Arthur plummeted into the cold, dark waters. He ripped through the water, swimming to the place where he saw Nyrella's body hit the water. The water stung his eyes, fighting to keep them open to search for any signs of her. Every second he was underwater, he felt his heart sink deeper. Arthur was far from the surface of the water, and sooner or later he would need to go up for air. But he could not leave. He had to find her.
He fought through the burning sensation of his eyes and the pressure that built up and pressed on his chest. His head started to feel faint from the lack of breath he had in his lungs. Everything was going against him. However, he continued to persevere. Suddenly, at the corner of his eye. He saw the glimpse of silver hair floating below him. There she was. Nyrella floating deeper and deeper into the depth of the lakes' clutches. Arthur immediately swam to her in a few strokes. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her securly against his body. Then, he swam back up to the surface of the water.
Arthur was gasping for air when he came back up. He blinked away the water from his eyes, and he looked at the unconscious Nyrella in his arms. "Nyrella, please, listen to me," he spoke to her as he lightly shook her. But to no avail, she was limp in his arms. Arthur cursed underneath his breath. He positioned himself behind Nyrella, placing her arms underneath her underarms. He cradled her body close to his, backstroking back to dry land.
Rhaegar and Barristan met them at the lakefront. The Dragon Prince helped Arthur pull Nyrella's unresponsive body to shore. Rhaegar wiped the wet hair from Nyrella's face, "Nyrella! Stay with us! Please wake up! Please!" he was cupping her face as tears ran down from his face.
"We need to revive her," Arthur commanded as he pushed Rhaegar out of the way. He placed his ear to her chest, hearing a faint heartbeat. The Kingsguard did not waste a moment to catch his own breath. He pushed Nyrella to her side as he used his open palm to clap her upper body. However, she was not breathing or ejecting water from her lungs.
"Damn it," Arthur cursed to himself. He laid Nyrella on her back, and he started to compress her chest repeatedly.
"Come on Nyrella," he said to her unconscious figure. "Please, please, stay with us," his voice cracked as he continued to perform chest compressions.
Her body was cold and pale. No color left on her face. Nyrella did not move. She was still like the surface of the lake's water.
"Nyrella, please, please stay with me," he continued. The hot tears brimming at the edge of his violet eyes. It broke him to see her like this.
"Please, I beg you, Nyrella, please," he pleaded. "I can't lose you."
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daenystheedreamer · 3 months
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now im seeing some parallels here.
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Can we have characters who dislike Rhaegar and are not afraid to point out his flaws and crimes in next books? Because I am fed up of characters who are continuously romanticizing him.
I’ll be sure to tell GRRM your suggestion the next time I see him.
GRRM promised he wouldn’t add any more POVs in the next books (actually saying he’d be cutting some), so a we’re never going to get a POV of a character who dislikes Rhaegar as much as JonCon likes him. Also, most of the people who knew Rhaegar best are dead, and those still around as you’ve said are Targ supporters so tend to romanticize him. There may be some people close to Elia—Doran, Ashara if she’s still alive—or to Lyanna—Howland Reed, Benjen Stark—that may criticize Rhaegar in defense of the women they cared for. Then there’s Richard Lonmouth, the only one of Rhaegar’s companions we don’t know what happened to (he was friendly with Robert, he might’ve switched sides as a Stormlander) who could show up during Aegon’s Stormlands campaign. There’s also Bran’s tree visions that may show Rhaegar objectively, shedding more light on his motivations. As GRRM said when asked if Arthur Dayne was as true of a knight as he appeared, “Keep reading.”
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ASOS; Steel and Snow: 08 DAENERYS I (pages 105-121)
After a while at sea, Jorah makes a convincing argument to buy a slave army, and then proves himself to be a disgusting pervert.
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Ser Jorah snorted. "Along with a thousand others at some harvest feast. Next you'll claim you squired for him." "I make no such claim, ser. Myle Mooton was Prince Rhaegar's squire, and Richard Lonmouth after him. When they won their spurs, he knighted them himself, and they remained his close companions. Young Lord Connington was dear to the prince as well, but his oldest friend was Arthur Dayne."
Connington? why does that sound familiar? Connniiin- isn't that the name of the guy who's with Young Griff (aka Maybe baby Aegon, Jon's older half brother)??
"- Until one day Prince Rhaegar found something in his scrolls that changed him. No one knows what it might have been, only that that boy suddenly appeared early one morning in the yard as the knights were donning their steel. He walked up to Ser Willem Darry, the master-at-arms, and said, 'I will require sword and armor. It seems I must be a warrior.'"
I'm guessing the same thing that had him so obsessed with the Prince That Was Promised prophecy that he neglected Elia and took Lyanna, thereby starting the Rebellion.
It's interesting that he's remembered/retold as saying "must be" like it's a requirement, like he's either decided actively to fit himself into a role in the prophecy, or like he thinks The Call has/will come knocking and he's going to have no choice so he might as well do it now.
"So I see. Dracarys?" All three dragons turned their heads at the sound of that word, and Viserion let loose with a burst of pale gold flame that made Ser Jorah take a hasty step backward. Dany giggled. "Be careful with that word, ser, or they're like to singe your beard off. It means 'dragonfire' in High Valyrian. I wanted to choose a command that no one was like to utter by chance."
Oh that's so cute, she's actively training her dragons. And smart thinking too, choosing a word that's not going to drop in casual conversation.
I like that a lot better than D&D's decision that the dragons just magically knew that Dracarys means "Breath Fire Now."
"Khaleesi, has it occurred to you that Whitebeard and Belwas might have been in league with the assassin? It might all have been a ploy to win your trust."
To what end, Jorah?
If they wanted her dead, all they had to do was let the manticore sting her, they didn't need to save her unless they were certain the plot was about to fail, and as far as I could tell, it only failed because they stopped it. Because 'Whitebeard' crushed the manticore.
If they wanted her dragons, they've been on the ship for at least a week, and they've had plenty of opportunity to poison everyone and secure the dragons.
So then what? They're shipping Dany off to some new place to sell her to some new man?
What exactly do you think the ploy is, Jorah?
Or are you just worried you'll lose your place as her right hand man? That she'll realise she can rely on people who aren't you to groom guide her.
... DAAAAAMN... The Unsullied are Hardcore. I do not remember the tale of the Three Thousand of Qohor from the show, I might have just not been paying attention at the right moment, or D&D could have failed at their job once again. Anything is possible.
The Unsullied would have wailed on Xerxes and the Spartans. ...huh, wonder if that was inspo. cause, just fyi, the 300 was based on real historical events, which I think everyone actually knows.
"What use are wealthy friends if they will not put their wealth at your disposal, my queen? If Magister Illyrio would deny you, he is only Xaro Xhaon Daxos with four chins. -"
I don't necessarily care for Jorah, but he has a good point.
"- and north of Valyria the Smoking Sea is demon haunted. -"
👀 hmmm, sounds like they need three men in a Chevy Impala. ngl, I've been watching some youtubers doing ghost hunting and stuff the past few days, so my immediate reaction that that like was "!!! Let's go!!!"
Would love to know if legit demons, or just greyscale 'lepers' and rumours.
"And my vest-" she stated to say, turning. Ser Jorah slid his arms around her.
*Smacks Jorah across the head with a steel chair so hard he staggers across the room* NO!
"I should not have waited so long," he finished for her.
*smacks him again until his nose breaks*
She, is 15 you sick fuck!!! STOP KISSING HER!!! She trusted you to keep her safe and you're taking advantage of her!! It is even worse that he's been wanting to do this since probably she was 13. he is roughly three times her age, by the way, in case anyone was wondering, what with him being roughly 30 years older than her.
*breaks both his legs*
STOP TRYING TO JUSTIFY IT!!
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GRRM! turn your location on. I just want to talk.
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Spoilers, profanity, Jaime x Brienne. Game of Thrones. A Song of Ice and Fire.  ASoS Arya III
Close The Door And Come Here - ASoS Arya III
Arya knows they’re going the wrong way but Gendry assumes the BWB know a Riverrun shortcut. Hot Pie was not made for life on the run, but he will handle all your breadbaking needs. Tom of Sevenstreams gets in a subtle dig at Jaime, but is this just a sign that George is too excessive with his Easter Eggs? Arya would have gotten away if Harwin didn’t have horse super powers. We reluctantly explore Richard Lonmouth/Lem Lemoncloak theories but all we really know is that ASoIaF is a rich unfinished tapestry that’s slowly unraveling.
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👫RHAEGAR
SEND 👫 AND I'LL WRITE FOUR (4) HEADCANONS ABOUT OUR MUSES' RELATIONSHIP. ( NO LONGER ACCEPTING. )
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strap in, everybody, i'm about to get cancelled (lmao jk)
one. okay, first things first. i think for a better understanding of the dynamic these two have, we have to go back to where they first met each other — harrenhal. i think this is canon (from what i remember) that the timeline goes like this:
howland reed arrives, three squires bully him
lyanna defends him, takes him to her tent, and tends to his injuries herself
later that night there was a feast. lyanna brings howland to sit with her and her brothers. rhaegar sings his song, lyanna tears up, benjen makes a joke about it, lyanna pours wine over his head
later that same night: lyanna and howland recognize the three bullying squires, points them out to her brothers. benjen offers to find howland a horse and armor, but howland was hesitant because he was no knight and unused to using lances.
following day: first day of the tournament. all three knights who the squires are in service to win their jousts.
next day: second day of the tournament. the knight of the laughing tree appears and beats all three nights in the joust, taking custody of their horses and armor. the kotlt's terms for ransom: teach your squires a lesson and i'll give you back your stuff
kotlt's brief but impressive victory ends here. they were able to defend howland reed's honor, and show their prowess in the joust. but they also attracted the very wrong kinds of attention. both robert baratheon and richard lonmouth wanted to unmask the knight, and the mad king aerys was very unhappy about his presence, claiming that the knight is mocking his rule. in fact, aerys was so mad that he sent his son to track down the knight and figure out their identity:
"The king was wroth, and even sent his son the dragon prince to seek the man, but all they ever found was his painted shield, hanging abandoned in a tree. It was the dragon prince who won that tourney in the end."
and days later, what happens? rhaegar wins, and rhaegar crowns lyanna "the queen of love and beauty" (QLAB) laying down a crown of blue roses on her lap, while the rest of the crowd (including rhaegar's wife, elia martell) watched in horror and "all smiles died". just based off all of this, i think it's fair to assume that rhaegar did figure out the identity of the knight of the laughing tree, after all. it was lyanna stark, the she-wolf, the daughter of winterfell. and he knew.
two. crowning lyanna QLAB was NOT a romantic gesture. it was simply an acknowledgment of lyanna's skill, which was impressive considering that she was fourteen years old at the time. still, it was very politically stupid. the tourney at harrenhal was staged in part because rhaegar is planning a coup, and is therefore hoping to win the favor of various high-ranking lords and ladies. this... did not help his cause. he angered the starks, he angered the baratheons, he angered the martells. he also put lyanna in a very compromising position, which is truly fucked up considering their difference in age and in station. gods only know what's going on in rhaegar's head, but i also think this is where he begins to make the connection when it comes to the song of ice and fire. the suggestion of it starts here. post-harrenhal is when lyanna's greendreams start. she contracts a fever on the way home, and is beset by disturbing dreams. in these dreams, rhaegar would sometimes appear. i have a whole other headcanon post detailing the reason behind this, but essentially, it has something to do with her being a warg and consequently, a greenseer (of sorts, or just someone who can tap into that power) and rhaegar being a dragon dreamer (or someone who occasionally has dragon dreams). they cannot "communicate across half the realm" like what TWOIAF says about greenseers and valyrian dreamers can allegedly do, but they would sometimes have interconnected dreams.
three. this is primarily how lyanna becomes aware of the prophecy, which also foretells her death. when she and rhaegar meet again in the riverlands, she comes with him because she's become convinced she has a role to play in saving the world. once again, i have to reiterate: this is not a love story. there is a good eight (8) year age gap between rhaegar and lyanna, and though yes, the prophecy seems urgent enough, it still falls on rhaegar to act responsibly no matter how willingly lyanna lent her cooperation to their cause. but rhaegar is prophecy-consumed and single-minded in his pursuit of the third head of the dragon. he accepts lyanna's help without heed to consequences because this is what he has been working toward his whole life, since he was a young boy. he's always bent toward the course of the prophecy and followed the signs as he read them (this boy, who was a bookish twink to start, suddenly coming up to the master-at-arms saying "i will require a sword and armor. it seems i must be a warrior" when he showed little inclination towards being one before that.) in short, where the prophecy is concerned, we cannot trust rhaegar to be reasonable. and that is a gigantic points deduction against his character. he is a prince in his twenties and she is a noble lady who falls much further from him in the hierarchy of political power, and she is a teenager. consent is dubious at best, because lyanna also came into the arrangement ASSUMING that rhaegar had a plan. but he did not. to the ruin of everything else.
four. that being said, lyanna's feelings for rhaegar is complicated. she trusted and admired him; lyanna wouldn't have come with him if she didn't. rhaegar maintained throughout their stay at the tower of joy that he loved no one else but his princess wife, and that fucks up lyanna because they're having intimate relations. around this time she's fifteen years old. she's had no experience prior to this, and this is how it's going for her. it's hard to fully separate affection from physical intimacy when you're young and naive and full of romanticism and idealism. and she knew it was wrong. which was why she felt so very guilty about it, and also why she was not sorry about possibly dying, because that seemed like the acceptable penance for what she chose to do to fulfill a prophecy with a married prince. after the battle of the bells, when gerold hightower came to fetch rhaegar as he bore the bad news that rickard and brandon are dead, lyanna was truly enraged at rhaegar for the first time, because he would not allow her to go home, and instead kept her under the watchful eyes of three of his kingsguard, and he was going off to fight for his father, who had just murdered her kin. can you imagine how shattered she must have felt? lyanna trusted herself to be a good judge of character, and here was rhaegar obliterating her trust completely, while she was probably late into her pregnancy as well. that was the ultimate betrayal. she was livid with him, and probably wished him dead. and then... well. he died, you know?
and in verses where lyanna lives, having to come into terms with the fact that rhaegar is alive no longer... that fucks her up severely, too. for better or for worse, they both shared this burden, and now she is left alone to bear it. i don't think lyanna can ever hate rhaegar. she knew him. for all his flaws and his melancholia, he seemed to truly believe he was doing the right thing, what must be done, misguided though he was about it. and she resents him for a lot of things but not for wanting what's good for the realm. and there are also the complicated feelings she harbored for him. in his death, they don't fully go away, but they become even more garbled and even more confusing. they were denied closure. and rhaegar, in a way, will always haunt lyanna. she'd carry the weight of their mistake with her for the rest of her life. she would forever doubt her grasp of people and situations because she was so wrong. so damn wrong about rhaegar. and now they have a son, the third head of the dragon, just like rhaegar wanted. but he is no longer around to father their kid, and no longer around to protect him, so that lyanna had to burden her own brother with the responsibility of keeping her son alive and her secrets to himself. and lyanna resents rhaegar for that, too.
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In Robert's rebellion, he seems to have had the greatest number of disloyal vassals with at least 4 principle Houses fighting him, whereas Hoster & Jon only had a couple each (& idk if all Cobray or just Lyn was royalist pre Gulltown) & Ned, Tywin & Mace(!) had none. Also Robb in Wo5K. Is this a function of him (and his dad) being away so much, or an early warning sign of his failure to put in the effort, since he won a couple back when he spent time with them?
I think proximity to King's Landing did mean that several of the Stormlands were a little more loyal. House Grandison (one of the three houses that Robert beat at Summerhall), did have Harlan Grandison, the Kingsguard knight Jaime replaced, which could explain why they sided with the royalists. Others might have made their own inroads into King's Landing during the time Steffon was heavily involved in court life post-Duskendale. Rhaegar also had friendships with Jon Connington and Richard Lonmouth, so Rhaegar himself might have been a contributor for a Stormlander lord favoring the Targaryens over the Baratheon rebels. Another contributing factor might be lingering fear over reprisals from Lyonel Baratheon's earlier rebellion.
But, like with a lot of things regarding the early worldbuilding, it's possible that it was all just things to set up the characterization. For example, Robert has three lords from the Stormlands turn on him so he can beat them at Summerhall and prove his general's credentials. Hoster Tully only had House Goodbrook rebel despite the Riverlands being "notoriously fractious" in the later worldbook because it helps Arya reinforce how people suffer in wartime, even from just causes. Jon Arryn has Gulltown rebel so they can have a dramatic fight that eventually replaces.
Thanks for the question, Anon.
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Palace Officials (1)
Lady Ashara Dayne - Chief Treasurer and Senior Mistress of the Red Keep
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Ser Richard Lonmouth - High Steward of the Red Keep
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Ser Daemon Sand - Captain of the Royal Household Guard
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Lord Benjen Stark - Royal Chief Architect
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Lord Samwell Tarly - Lord Secretary of the Realm
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Ser Garlan Tyrell - Royal Master-At-Arms of the Red Keep
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Lady Leonette Fossoway - Royal Governess
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Ser Harras Harlaw - The King's Justice
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Ser Lyn Corbray - Lord Confessor
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Ser Justin Massey - Chief Gaoler of the Red Keep
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Lucas Blackwood - Undergaoler of the Red Keep
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Ser Arys Oakheart - Chief Gatekeeper of the Red Keep
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Ser Rogery Ryswell - Keeper of the Keys of the King's Jewels
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Ser Aron Santagat - Keeper of the Keys of the King's Purse
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Ser Parmen Crane - - Keeper of the Key of the Red Keep's Armoury
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Ser Brus Buckler - Keeper of the Keys of the King's Manors
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Ser Perwyn Frey - The King's Scales
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Ser Hugo Vance - The King's Counter
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Ser Harrold Hardyng - Master of the Hunt
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Septon Meribald - Septon of the Red Keep
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Septa Donyse - Chief Royal Septa of the Red Keep
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Septa Melicent - Royal Septa of the Red Keep
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Septa Darna - Royal Septa of the Red Keep
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Grand Maester Aemon - Grand Maester of the Seven Kingdoms
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Acolyte Armen - Royal Acolyte to the Grand Maester
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Since Arthur accompanied Elia to the sept I imagine he accompanied her back home too? What was the trip back home like for him 😂? I think you mentioned somewhere that Rhaegar only found out about the divorce after he saw Elia (throwing her new bachelorette party) packing and celebrating. I find it very amusing that even though Arthur was the first person among Rhaegar’s faction to know about the divorce he didn’t take it upon himself to deliver that memo 😂.
The trip back home was Arthur thinking "FUCK my boss is going to kill me" + this gif:
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But i actually included Arthurs whereabouts in the fic in this section where Elia describes the people in the viewing gallery for the trial:
"It’s rapidly filling up with whichever courtiers her ladies have managed to quickly get word to, and she’s happy to see they aren’t only Dornishmen either. Mace Tyrell is crammed up uncomfortably against Jason Mallister, and Matthis Rowan is deep in conversation with Nestor Royce. But wherever she looks she is pleased that she cannot see any of Rhaegar’s close friends or advisors.
Tywin Lannister, newly re-instated as Hand, Jon Connington that love-struck cretin, Richard Lonmouth, Myles Mooton, and the Kingsguard are no-where to be seen. They're probably comforting Rhaegar in whatever corner of the library he’s sulking in. Ashara must have already tricked Arthur and locked him in some room as she’d promised because Elia can’t see him anywhere either."
So Ashara managed to trick him into a side room of the sept and lock him in there for the duration of the trial. Thats why Elia specially requested Arthur as her guard that day. Because she realized he was the only kingsguard who they could probably manage to lull enough into a false sense of security that they could trap him and not have him go running to Rhaegar.
Anyways when Arthur finally finds Rhaegar its definitley something like this
Rhaegar: *sigh* "2 wives and now 2 sons when i needed 2 wives and 2 daughters. Oh Arthur what am I to do?"
Arthur: "Bro dw. You wont have one of those problems for much longer anymore."
Rhaegar: "......"
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kanonsarchivedblog · 2 years
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The Song of Rhaegar Targaryen: Part I: The Beginning of the Ballad
Word Count: 1,985
Author's Notes: Hi, hello, there was a surprising amount of demand for this when I mentioned it, so here's the rework I created of Game of Thrones season 1-8 in an Alternate Universe where Rhaegar Targaryen was not killed off. I wrote this shortly after the end of Season 8 which quite frankly made me want to rip my hair out. This goes season by season; each chapter is a season, with the first chapter being Pre-Show/Book canon.
This is in no way affiliated with GRRM; I just used to roleplay Rhaegar and wanted a verse where he lived. Thank you, and I hope you all enjoy.
Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII, Part IX Tag list: @heartsvamps , @nixnbob , @papery-maniac ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Prince Rhaegar was the firstborn son of King Aerys II Targaryen (more popularly known as The Mad King) and Queen Rhaella- Aerys’ sister- at Summerhall in 259 AC, on the very same day that The Tragedy took place. Before we begin to talk of Rhaegar, we must first talk of the Tragedy, for it is intricately tied within his story.
The Tragedy of Summerhall occurred during a celebration, thrown by King Aegon to celebrate the impending birth of his first great-grandchild to Aerys and Rhaella, the children of his heir, Prince Jaehaerys. The fire of the fire remains unknown, but has been whispered to have been connected to King Aegon’s desire to restore dragons to the Seven Kingdoms, for in the final years of his reign, he’d become consumed by searching for ancient lore of the dragons and the dragon breeding of Valyria. It has been said that Aegon commissioned journeys to Asshai, with the sole hope of finding texts and knowledge that had not been preserved in Westeros of the old ways of Valyria.
The Tragedy struck in the evening; many deaths occurred, and by some miracle, Rhaella and Rhaegar survived the fire, despite it ruining the castle. According to Ser Barristan Selmy, some form of sorcery was involved. A single letter from Summerhall’s former maester, Corso, had been sent, describing the tragedy, though a mishap led to ink spilling, causing much of the information to be destroyed forever.
“The blood of the dragon gathered in one … … seven eggs, to honor the seven gods, though the king's own septon had warned … … pyromancers … … wyldfire … … flames grew out of control … towering … burned so hot that … … died, but for the valor of the Lord Comman …”
Now, we may speak of Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, first of his name.
As a child he read obsessively, consuming any and all books that he could find- to the point that jests were made about his reading habits. He became a noted warrior later in life, although he did not initially seem inclined to martial habits. However, apparently by something he had read, Rhaegar became motivated to become a warrior. It has been noted that he had managed to find something that pertained to the story of Azor Ahai- the Prince that was Promised.
At the age of seventeen, Prince Rhaegar was knighted, and from all reports grew into a highly skilled and capable fighter, distinguishing himself well at tournaments, although he seldom entered the lists - he never loved the song of swords the way that men like Robert Baratheon or Jaime Lannister did.
Rhaegar's squires were Myles Mooton and Richard Lonmouth, and even after he knighted them they remained close companions.
Jon Connington, whom he himself had squired with growing up, was a good friend to Rhaegar as well. Returning from a trip to Dorne, Rhaegar once visited the Connington seat of Griffin's Roost. His songs brought the castle's women to tears, while Lord Armond Connington sought House Targaryen's support against rival House Morrigen. Jon Connington did hold romantic feelings towards Rhaegar, though it is unclear if these feelings were returned. However, Rhaegar's closest and oldest friend was Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning, of whom he trusted more than Ser Barristan Selmy.
Rhaegar often liked to visit the ruins of Summerhall with only his harp, and upon his return, he would sing songs of such beauty they would often reduce women to tears. Although Rhaegar was often dour, private, and bookish, Cersei Lannister noted at the tournament in honor of Viserys's birth in Lannisport in 276 AC that “the smallfolk cheered for Lord Tywin Lannister twice as much as for King Aerys II, but only half as loudly for Tywin as for Rhaegar.” Rhaegar, age 17 at the time, fought well in the tourney, besting a dozen skilled knights, among them Barristan Selmy, Gerion, and Tygett Lannister, but was defeated in the champion's tilt by his dear friend Arthur Dayne. Aerys refused Tywin's offer at the tourney to betroth Cersei to Rhaegar. It is to be noted that Rhaegar defeated Arthur in the tourney at Storm's End.
Rhaegar was born at a time when the Targaryen family had declined, and once he came of age, there was no sister, nor anyone else of their bloodline, available for him to marry. King Aerys sent his first cousin, Lord Steffon Baratheon, to seek a bride for Rhaegar. Despite Valyrian blood still being present in Essos, Steffon could not find appropriate females of noble-enough birth for Rhaegar to wed.
After this in early 279 AC, Rhaegar was formally betrothed to the Dornish princess, Elia Martell, the younger sister of Doran Martell, the crown Prince of Dorne. They married the following year of 280 AC in a lavish ceremony that was held at the Great Sept of Baelor. His father did not attend the wedding as he was paranoid about an assassination attempt, nor did he permit the young Prince Viserys to attend.
Rhaegar and his father's relationship was straining at this point, and he and his new bride took up residence on Dragonstone instead of King's Landing. Rhaegar and Elia had their first child, a girl named Rhaenys, in 280 AC. When the babe was presented at court, Rhaegar's mother, Queen Rhaella, embraced her grandchild warmly while King Aerys remarked: "she smells Dornish". The relationship between Aerys and Rhaegar became more and more estranged.
A little over a year and a half later, Elia and Rhaegar had a son who they named Aegon. Elia, due to her delicate health, was bed-ridden for half a year after giving birth to Rhaenys and nearly died giving birth to Aegon, after which the maesters told Rhaegar she would be unable to have any more children. Maester Aemon, whom Rhaegar corresponded with via raven messages, remembers that Rhaegar believed his child Aegon to be the prince that was promised.
When Lord Tywin resigned his position as Hand of the King and left court, the new focus of King Aerys's mistrust and paranoia was his own son and heir, Prince Rhaegar. At court, there was growing tension between factions loyal to the king and those who were loyal to the prince. Grand Maester Pycelle dispatched a letter to the Citadel, writing that tensions and division at court strongly resembled those shortly before the Dance of the Dragons. Pycelle was fearful a civil war would break out unless some accord could be reached that would satisfy both factions.
In 282 AC, Lord Walter Whent announced a tourney would be held at Harrenhal to rival any previous tournament. It is believed by some that the tourney was secretly arranged and financed by Prince Rhaegar, as a pretext, so Rhaegar could meet with the great lords of the realm to discuss arranging a Great Council and the removal of his father. The tournament was announced by Walter shortly after his brother, Ser Oswell of the Kingsguard, visited his older brother. When Lord Varys alerted Aerys II to this possibility, the king decided to attend the tourney.
During the great tourney at Harrenhal, Rhaegar seemed unstoppable and defeated even Ser Arthur Dayne. Taking the winter rose crown for the queen of love and beauty, he revealed his interest in Lyanna Stark by passing over his wife, Princess Elia of Dorne, and setting it in Lyanna's lap. Eddard Stark later recalled that moment as "when all the smiles died". The next year, Rhaegar seemingly kidnapped Lyanna, for reasons previously unknown. This act ultimately triggered Robert's Rebellion and the final downfall of the Targaryen dynasty.
Some believe that Rhaegar spent the beginning of Robert's Rebellion, also known as the War of the Usurper, with Lyanna Stark at the tower of joy in the Red Mountains of Dorne. Despite her fear, Elia remained in King’s Landing with their children due to her belief in the prophecy passed down to Rhaegar. King Aerys sent Ser Gerold Hightower, the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, to retrieve Rhaegar. Leaving Ser Gerold, Ser Arthur Dayne, and Ser Oswell Whent at the tower, Rhaegar returned to the crownlands and took command of the Targaryen army after the defeat of his friend Jon Connington in the battle of the Bells. Ser Jaime Lannister was left at the Red Keep to protect Rhaegar's father and family.
Rhaegar met Lord Robert Baratheon in combat at a ford during the Battle of the Trident, where the pair had a legendary duel in the raging rivers of the Trident. Rhaegar, despite wounding Robert, was struck down with a massive blow from Robert's warhammer, which scattered the rubies encrusted in Rhaegar's armor into the water. Despite receiving a mortal wound, he survived, but was knocked unconscious. Thinking he was dead, Robert left him in the waters.
Upon waking, Rhaegar found himself alone. The wound had cut through his chest cleanly, baring bone. He could not remove his armor on his own; thus, he forced himself to his feet and half stumbled, half crawled to the nearest Inn- Crossroads Inn. The Innkeep, alarmed and confused, took Rhaegar in and did their best to patch him up. During this time of healing, his mother and Viserys were spirited away to Dragonstone Island while his father was slain upon his throne by Jaime Lannister on orders given by Tywinn Lannister. His wife and children were murdered by The Mountain, Gregor Clegane.
Hearing this news, he laid low, keeping his head down and going as far as to color his hair with bricks of dye, darkening the ivory locks to a muddy blonde. He sold the few rubies that remained from his armor for safe (and secret) passage to Dragonstone. It had taken him nearly eight months to completely heal, in which he went by a false name and claimed he was a bastard- a Logaine Rivers. He’d learned of his former wife, Elia’s, death- of his children’s murder, of his father’s murder. Usurped by none other than Jaime Lannister, his former friend, a man of whom he had knighted himself.
He arrived at Dragonstone the day of the great storm, where he bore witness to the birth of his sister, Daenerys. Try as he and her ladymaids might, his mother bled far too much, and passed away due to the complicated birth. He, along with Viserys, Daenerys, and Ser Willem Dary fled to the Free Cities where they would find shelter- and slowly amass a following. For fifteen years, they remained in the Free Cities, being welcomed with open arms. Rhaegar, the true heir of the Iron Throne, was well sought-after by family after family; a twice-widowed Targaryen prince. He, along with his siblings, found solace with Magister Illyrio Mopatis, who allows them to live within his estate in the Free City of Pentos.
He took the time to write in secret to Aemon Targaryen, a distant relative who had been stationed on the Wall, having taken the Black long ago, requesting information- if any- on Ned Stark and the “bastard” that he has. Aemon responds that there is a new Bastard, but knows nothing more. This spurred Rhaegar into writing and sending a raven to Ned Stark, explaining that yes, he is alive- his siblings live, as well. His mother perished, but they are alive, and in Essos, laying low. He requests that Ned look after Aegon and Lyanna, believing her to still be living.
Ned writes back, simply stating that Lyanna died shortly after giving birth to Aegon, who Ned has taken in as his bastard and will be going by the name Jon Snow, and that he would not tell Jon of his true parentage until the time is right. Reading that Lyanna is dead breaks something in Rhaegar, and for a short time, he becomes melancholic and reclusive, refusing to speak or work on gaining favor with the families in Essos, grieving for Lyanna and Elia simultaneously- both women he loved, now dead.
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seethemflying · 2 years
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Wrt Jaime meeting LSH and assuming that Lem is Richard Lonmouth, what do you think Lonmouth does for his story? Does he provide a mirror for Jaime: a disillusioned knight haunted by his choices in his youth around Robert's Rebellion, and now serving a supposedly noble organization (BwB as opposed to KG) now in service to a woman with dark intentions?
Hey @jedimaesteryoda!
If Lem=Lonmouth, I think he is there to impart some information to Jaime about the whole R+L=J thing. He may have known Lyanna got pregnant by Rhaegar, for example, and that might lead Jaime to think Rhaegar has a surviving child.
IMO, Jaime has slowly been going around dealing with his past trauma. In AFFC, he dealt with all his Cersei related baggage. His confrontation with LSH seems like a way for him to face his actions towards Bran and (more widely) Lannister wrongs against the Starks. Given that Jaime has a lot of guilt about not being able to save Aegon and Rhaenys (and Elia), I think another important thing for him to face are the surviving Targaryen heirs and his duty to them, perhaps protecting them in some capacity. A Jaime/Daenerys meeting HAS to happen, and Jaime could be led to either Jon or (f)Aegon depending on the information Lem/Lonmouth gives him.
So, I don't think Lem would serve as a foil for Jaime, per se, but may be there just to tell Jaime some stuff he needs to know for the next part of his arc.
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yourstruly-sephie · 2 years
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𝙃𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝. Ser Richard portrayed by Tamino Amir. Tall. Dark. Handsome. Scholar. Knight. Romantic at Heart. A Loyal Friend.𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝.
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ao3feed-tywin · 9 months
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Dragon's Heir : Revival of Valyria
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by HeroDuT1998
Jon, as he turns twelve Nameday's old, has a vivid dream that reveals his true heritage and sets him on a new path. He discovers his patrilineal lineage through this dream, which compels him to actively seek the reclamation of his rightful throne and the fulfillment of certain prophecies. This newfound purpose takes him on a perilous journey across the North, South, and East, ultimately leading him back to Westeros to combat the chilling winds that threaten the world's survival.
- Old Valyria - Return of the dragons - Rise of Valyria - Prophetic dreams - Fire and Blood - Harem - Multiple kids - New Regelion/Valyrian Regelion revived
Words: 413, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
Characters: Oberyn Martell, Doran Martell, Tywin Lannister, Arya Stark, Gendry (A Song of Ice and Fire), Robert Baratheon, Varys (A Song of Ice and Fire), Petyr Baelish, Theon Greyjoy, Richard Lonmouth
Relationships: Jon Snow/Harem, Jon Snow/Other(s), Jon Snow/Sansa Stark, Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen, Jon Snow/Margaery Tyrell, Arianne Martell/Jon Snow, Alysanne Sand (Daughter of Ashara)/Jon Snow, Meera Reed/Jon Snow, Myrcella Baratheon/Jon Snow, Ashara Dayne/Ned Stark, Alys Karstark/Robb Stark, Catelyn Tully Stark/Ned Stark, Tyrion Lannister/Tysha, Tormund Giantsbane/Brienne of Tarth, Arthur Dayne & Jon Snow, Jaime Lannister & Jon Snow, Cersei Lannister/Jaime Lannister, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added
Additional Tags: Jon Snow is a Targaryen, Dragonlords, Valyria (A Song of Ice and Fire), The Doom of Valyria (A Song of Ice and Fire), Valyria Reborn, Valyrian Steel Swords (A Song of Ice and Fire), Not Faith of the Seven Friendly, Maester Conspiracy, Dragonlord Jon Snow, King Jon Snow, The Cannibal - Freeform, BAMF Jon Snow, BAMF Daenerys Targaryen, Not for Catelyn fans, Dragons, Fuck D & D, Post Season 1 Game of Thrones, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Jaime Lannister Redemption
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dwellordream · 2 years
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While Richard loves Gearth, is he looking to use said relationship to boost his own political goals? You said that Richard would love for one of his sons to marry Julian, as that would give Amberly to his son (sort of, Julian would still be Lady of the House and I think her kids would have the surname Rogers). And if he is willing to use the relationship to further his own goals, does Gearth see it or does he simply chose not to see it?
I wouldn’t say this only goes one way. Richard has absolutely tried to do his best to lift up Gareth and his family as well. It’s not that Richard is personally greedy or selfish, but he and Gareth were raised to see all relationships as inherently transactional, even romantic ones. ‘You do me a favor, I do you a favor.’
That Gareth rejects so many of these favors and has no interest in social climbing stuns Richard. If Gareth had a son, Richard would offer to foster him and make him his own squire and take him to court. If he saw a good opportunity for a high marriage, he’d let Gareth and Sybelle know about it. Gareth is the outlier here, not Richard.
Gareth is very aware that Richard is ambitious and makes no pretenses about it. That said, if Gareth lost everything tomorrow, if the rebels had lost the war and Gareth was imprisoned or facing death, Richard would risk everything to help him and would never abandon him.
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luchibelle · 4 years
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Rhaegar's friends
“Well, I saw him twice or thrice, but I was only ten when Robert killed him, and mine own sire had me hidden underneath a rock. No, I cannot claim I knew Prince Rhaegar. Not as your false father did. Lord Connington was the prince’s dearest friend, was he not?”
ADWD, Tyrion VI.
Tyrion, you are wrong. Rhaegar's best friend was Arthur Dayne, although JonCon was a good friend of his.
Myles Mooton was Prince Rhaegar’s squire, and Richard Lonmouth after him. When they won their spurs, he knighted them himself, and they remained his close companions. Young Lord Connington was dear to the prince as well, but his oldest friend was Arthur Dayne.”
ASOS, Daenerys I.
Jon Connington had been Prince Rhaegar’s friend.
AFFC, Jaime III.
The Red Keep had its secrets too. Even Rhaegar. The Prince of Dragonstone had never trusted him as he had trusted Arthur Dayne. Harrenhal was proof of that. The year of the false spring.
ADWD, The Kingbreaker (Barristan III)
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