Ours is the Fury

AU: Shireen lives and rules as queen of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros

———— “It may be that we shall lose this battle,” the king said grimly. “In Braavos you may hear that I am dead. It may even be true. You shall find my sellswords nonetheless.” The knight hesitated. “Your Grace, if you are dead — ” “ — you will avenge my death, and seat my daughter on the Iron Throne. Or die in the attempt.”

What harm could Lyanna Stark’s ghost do to either of us that we haven’t done to each other a hundred times over? You want to know the horrible truth? I can’t even remember what she looked like. I only know she was the one thing I ever wanted. Someone took her away from me, and seven kingdoms couldn’t fill the hole she left behind.

2x04 // 5x05

requested by hanleyakin.

Melisandre and Stannis Baratheon in A Dance With Dragons ♦ requested by histruequeen

requested by alchera

No, the old maester thought, this is not you, not your way, you were always just, always hard yet never cruel, never, you did not understand mockery, no more than you understood laughter.

No, the old maester thought, this is not you, not your way, you were always just, always hard yet never cruel, never, you did not understand mockery, no more than you understood laughter.

 “When the sun has set, no candle can replace it.”

“Why me, and not my brothers? Renly and his peach. In my dreams I see the juice running from his mouth, the blood from his throat. If he had done his duty by his brother, we would have smashed Lord Tywin. A victory even Robert could be proud of. Robert …” His teeth ground side to side. “He is in my dreams as well. Laughing. Drinking. Boasting. Those were the things he was best at. Those, and fighting. I never bested him at anything. The Lord of Light should have made Robert his champion. Why me?”

“I’m not scared.” “Well I am!”

The Wolf and the Lion [1x05]

5x09 / 6x09

Daenerys Targaryen and Stannis Baratheon + parallels ♦ requested by aglimpseofazorahai

Every girl in the Seven Kingdoms dreamed of him, but he was mine by oath. And when I finally saw him on my wedding day in the Sept of Baelor, lean and fierce and black bearded it was the happiest moment of my life. And that night he crawled into my bed, stinking of wine, and did he what he did, what little he could do. And whispered in my ear “Lyanna.” Your sister was a corpse and I was a living girl, and he loved her more than me.