RHAENYS MARTELL-TARGARYEN.

Part of her still could not believe the truth of herself and Rhaenys, but the girl before her spoke with conviction. She was either delusional — or speaking from the heart. That terrified Daenerys, sending a chill down her spine as she fully took in Rhaenys. The disrespectful, spiteful girl, who brought with her a sense of duty and honor. At the very least, Daenerys could feel that.

The Targaryen walked closer to her, with the Dothraki soldier not far behind her. She got close to her and simply stared, reveling in the silence for a brief moment. ❛❛ I would reconsider your tone of voice with me. ❜❜ She finally spoke, before relenting the metaphorical grasp and blinking, moving to the girl's right. ❛❛ My life was not perfect, you know. ❜❜ She said, matter of fact, and with a surprised honesty. ❛❛ I was married off rather young to a brutish type — Khal Drogo was his name. I was raised to be a political pawn, and much of my younger life was spent looking over my shoulder, wondering if they would come persecute us across the Seas. I wondered if I would go to sleep and never wake up.❜❜

She looked off for a moment before returning her gaze, ❛❛ Although I loved my husband, I did not always. I was a scared girl, and the future seemed bleak, constantly suffering at the hands of my temperamental brother. For a long time, I felt shackled and enslaved myself. ❜❜ She said, expecting Rhaenys to understand the irony. Her, the liberator of the slaves of Essos, and the chained feeling she felt before becoming the Mother of Dragons. ❛❛ You say you're here for justice, and I can sense part of you believes that. But allow yourself some honesty, Rhaenys — you want revenge.❜❜

𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣, 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙. She was close enough to strike, close enough to kill. I was in so much a weakened state that a harsh enough blow with an open palm would likely knock me out cold. Still, I didn't flinch, even when her threat fell between us like a blade.

It was clear to me that Daenerys wasn't going to trust easily, if at all. When the door closed behind the devoted Dothraki soldier I straightened on the floor, bound and cold. The temporary silence was hollow — it didn't comfort me. I'd spent the entire journey towards Meereen from the River Rhoyne expecting fire, hers or mine, I didn't care. I expected scorn, mistrust, disbelief. I didn't expect... Her. She was firm and ruthless, battle-hardened and bloody. And truth be told, she was right.

I spoke to her like she was some silken queen born in perfumed palaces, pampered and protected. Like she hadn't earned the weight in her gaze. I knew suffering, but I knew it with blades at my front and spears to my rear, protecting me from whatever weapons that came my way. I'd grown up hidden but never alone. I had food, shelter, Oberyn's love and Ellaria's warmth. I was never sold. I was never beaten. I was never left to wonder if I'd wake up chained or not at all. I had no right to mock her.

He moved back to the large window overlooking the sea again, still strong and roaring against the rocks alongside the edges of Storm's End. He stared for a moment, considering deeply his relationship with Rhaenys and with himself. He could tell she cared about him — that he was sure of. Very early into meeting her, he felt a sense of loyalty developing almost instantaneously between the both of them. There were no mistrustful moments, nothing to make either one of them feel paranoid. It felt that they had both found something lost for a very long time. He wondered if they would have felt the same about Jon Snow. Perhaps in another life, Aegon might have found out. He knew for certain he would die for his sister, just as he knew she would die for him.

He inhaled the fresh air as wind blew against his face before turning back around, armor clanking against his movements. He leaned back against the window, arms folded awkwardly over themselves. He watched Rhaenys a little longer, silent and observing, like he were waiting for something suspenseful to happen. She was likely strategizing, he thought. She was a calculating person, perhaps considering alliances and the difficult choices they would have to make in this battle. When she finally spoke, he let out a small smirk, as if on cue with his thoughts.

𝙒𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙍𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙬𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙, 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙. Merrick rode just behind me, stone-faced and wary, sword strapped at his side with one hand over its hilt at all times. He didn't speak often as he was always focused, the most reliable of my companions. I needed his discipline now more than ever. To my left was Alayra, the youngest and sharpest of them — twin daggers gleamed at her hips as she rode with a familiar half-smirk, as if every passing tree might be her next target. She was the type of fighter who struck before any questions could even be thought of, Gods bless her. Let the lords debate, and let the bastard girl from Lys draw first blood.

—Aptly named Vaelaro the Vain brought the beauty, he'd claim proudly. All silvery hair and charm like poison but beneath the easy laugh and flirty glances, I knew there was steel. I once saw him kill a man with a broken wine glass and smile through the whole event. Soldiers adored him, enemies underestimated him. Darrian was farthest to the rear, as usual, riding as if the weight of his warhammer was nothing — too heavy for me to even drag. He was loyal in a way most men pretended to be. Together we'd formed a unique company of fighters, bound only be ambition. Still, I would have to be a fool to think we'd all make it to the other end of the coming war.

We rode hard and fast, with the weight of purpose. Our pale white sand steeds, slim and speedy, were bred not for mud and moss yet they tore across the dirt roads like a storm. The blur of trees was all that we saw for quite some time though the sea soared behind the cliffs, salt on my lips. We made it to Blackhaven before the Tyrell outriders reached the eastern valleys. The goldcloaks from King's Landing, with the remnants of Lannister forces, were reinforcing the western roads by the hour and preparing to trade blows with the soldiers aligned to my brother Aegon. Every moment mattered now. We had to return to Storm's End speedily.

Whispers lingered of the Targaryen madness, a sickly family poison that infected the rationality and impulsivity of the bloodline. It frequently manifested itself as an unquenchable thirst for power coupled with paranoia and anger. His grandfather — Aerys II — was the walking embodiment of the stereotype. After what they had come to learn about Daenerys, Aegon could not confidently say Daenerys wouldn't succumb to such temptations when beckoned by Westerosi power. And so— they plotted to betray their father's sister and kill her. Aegon's eyes briefly drifted to Rhaenys' necklace, a beautiful, elegant piece of jewelry, before rising back up. He chose to remain silent on the matter. None of his comforts could take away from the wretchedness of the plot, but he remained defiant that it was the right decision.

❛❛ The Dornish are a sensible people after all. ❜❜ He quipped. ❛❛ Members of the Golden Company are stationed around the area, I'm sure Princess Arianne has already made acquaintance — or will soon enough. ❜❜ The world did not operate in loyalties or rights and wrongs. He considered if this allegiance from the Dornish would mean political marriages must be formed. He wondered if Princess Arianne served that role.

The False King, Aegon thought again, and the weight of what those words meant. His family had been forsaken and cast aside to a claim they'd had for centuries, both due to the strategic failure of his own father and the pride of the Baratheon family. Ultimately, he blamed the Lannisters for their surprised coup, and the remarkable failure for anyone to protect them as children. Gregor Clegane, commanded under the authority of Tywin Lannister, had been sent to assure their morbid demise, though the children managed to survive. ❛❛ We will fight, ❜❜Aegon seconded, ❛❛ But I shall offer Mace Tyrell amnesty if he so wishes to kneel. If not — off with his head. I'll see it to that my blade cuts him down myself. ❜❜ He moved to grip the hilt of Blackfyre, his most prized and noble sword, a beautiful Valyrian steel longsword. It was the same sword wielded by Aegon the Conqueror, the Targaryen king he was named after and meant to live in the image of.

—𝙊𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩. Once the Mad King was stabbed in the back and our father was slaughtered at the ruby ford, Varys and Doran had each of us shipped out of King's Landing faster than you could say 'sailboat'. Robert Baratheon climbed upon the Iron Throne, the fat oaf, and ruled the Seven Kingdoms miserably. Happiness was rare. Aegon crossed the Narrow Sea and became the supposed sellsword 'Young Griff', while I took my place in Sunspear as one of Prince Oberyn's many bastard daughters.

There was an unshakeable bond between my brother and I, yet still the complete lack of understanding could hardly be ignored. We saw things differently. To me, Dorne was home — to Aegon, from what I understood, King's Landing was. He was raised to be a King, sharp sword and all, the Golden Company bent at the knee for his cause. Part of me envied his destiny. He would fix the kingdoms with democracy and peace if he was lucky, but I lacked the patience and composure to do so. One of few cons when it came to being raised by the Red Viper of Dorne, maybe... Every word was spat with venom and every swish of the spear was to silence.

𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. I would die for him if I needed to. Some fair-haired heads would be mounted on pikes and displayed in Fishmonger's Square with the markets painted red before my end, but I wasn't scared of death... I only ever feared losing the ones I'd die for. If it came to blood, it would easily be mine before his. Loyalty like that is carved into the bone. With steel to his throat or poison in his cup, there'd be a dozen deaths before the sun fell if anybody tried to harm Aegon.

The Targaryen's nonchalant garments did not reflect her general personality. Although she presented herself confidently and without care, she spoke and acted with command. Her outlook on leadership was both forged in liberation and respect, the kind that did not tolerate those without a sense of duty and honor. She compelled this respect through both force and motivation, giving people a reason to believe in their pains— as they felt, she felt. Daenerys stood tall with pride, unabashed in her opponent's face as a result and unyielding in the face of adversity.

Consequently, when she considered the current circumstance, Daenerys was all the more confused in what the appropriate response was to a situation like this. Part of her was in disbelief, erring on the side of going on the offensive immediately. The likelihood that this was a farce sounded far more believable than its alternative... Her ancestry line ended with herself and her dragons, that she was sure of. When Viserys Targaryen burned in flame, so did the last of her remaining bloodline. She considered the motivations for such a lie, and there were logical contenders— the ruse allowed the girl the ingratiation as trusted counsel, sent to deceptively monitor her plans. It would not be the first time she'd found herself in a position of betrayal by someone Daenerys considered her most loyal friend.

Of course, there was the possibility that what she'd found out was the truth, and that somehow seemed ever the more frightening path. If the assertion were true, it meant that she was not the only Targaryen left. It meant she once again had family, and people who understood her in a far different way than the people of Essos, but it also meant dozens of uncertainties, all of which she couldn't neatly rationalize with her ambitions for the Iron Throne.

She approached the crypts she kept threats jailed inside closely, hearing the clank of swords and grunts of combat. Daenerys was not worried— as a Dothraki guard followed her. Eventually, she heard the fight end and was certain she could approach.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙪𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙬. Not the light of it, not even the heat — I'd grown with Dorne in my veins — but the way it framed Daenerys Stormborn. She stood before me, pale as pearl, bright as the salt flats of the Greenblood, draped in white as if she was ready to pass judgement. She carried herself with confidence, like fire made flesh... I must've looked like ash and smelled like piss in comparison. In many ways, she was a representation of what could have been. Daenerys was raised in the shadow of her brother's obsession with power, and I was raised in Dorne under the silence of my own death. She was told to be a princess. I was told to be a secret.

It was clear from the look on my face that I was conflicted, a mix of bitterness and awe. ❛❛ Your soldiers raided our camp whilst I slept, and you expect me to grovel for forgiveness? ❜❜ I could hardly move, not with iron biting into my broken wrists and my ribs broken like clay plates, but I did my best to straighten my spine against the cell wall all the same. I didn't break eye contact once — I wanted to show Daenerys that I wouldn't cower before a dragon, no matter how ferocious. ❛❛ I didn't ask to be dragged across the sea in chains, ❜❜ I spat, pain like blades in my throat, ❛❛ but I live because your cowards underestimated a girl with a spear. ❜❜ Her speaking my birth name was a shock... Even the Windblown were none the wiser. Still, my lip cracked when I tried to smile but I let the blood trickle. The dragon queen had a ears, somewhere.

❛❛ You want reason? Fine. ❜❜ My voice turned low and venomous as the weak smile faded, barely able to see my surroundings. I was hungry and parched, but I wouldn't beg for food nor water. ❛❛ I have no patience for tyrants in silk, much less sellswords with painted hair. I carry my mother's fury and my father's prophecy. ❜❜ I paused, unsure if I should be honest about who I was — but I had nothing to lose. ❛❛ I crossed the world not to lie at your feet. My family were slaughtered for a throne they never touched. They say Elia's screams echo through the Red Keep until this day, ghosts of the past... As you and Viserys were sent somewhere sheltered. ❜❜

I scanned Daenerys carefully, my eyes narrow to make sense of things. She looked much like the Rhaegar of my memories — maybe he would be proud of what his sister had become in the face of hostility. ❛❛ You say you're not here for games. Good. That makes us both. ❜❜ I coughed sickly. ❛❛ But I am here for justice. ❜❜ Doran had insisted that she was necessary... A beacon for alliance, a chance to restore power and right the wrongs of the Usurper, but Westerosi tales from merchants and spies began to turn. She crucified slavers and burned entire cities to the ground in defiance, a dragon-riding messiah who demanded a throne she'd never sat upon. Would I make it out alive? At this rate, I wasn't sure. I would never tremble, no less.

A sweet little moment between Princess Elia and Prince Rhaegar 🫶

Aegon waited patiently, in bloodied, battle-scarred remains from beaten armor. Hardened armor, a symbol of his conquests he proudly adorned. He knew the ire awaiting, sat perched in the ship. The rushed impatience of his own ambitions itself was an act of War, his presence no longer a secret. Shadows whispered his name, although very few knew the truth. But not for very long, thought Aegon. A Targaryen at heart, he would no longer remain idle as tensions thickened in Kings Landing. The Lannister regime was a brutal, depraved monarchy, and Houses all around began to crumble. The Starks and the Martells had their own scores to settle, but Aegon had only one goal in mind: to reclaim the Iron Throne. Perhaps if the Lannisters had been more respectable —

The castle thickened with nerves as he heard the gates come up and footsteps dwell closer. His sister thought herself the level-headed type, the sort of command that leads armies, not through brute force and savagery, but through cunning and dutiful honor. He knew little of her growing up, but he was pleased to meet her as she was, a worried weight lifted off his shoulders knowing the person she'd turned into. In bloodied prophecy of the song of ice and fire, many bowed to power and corruption. She did not.

❛❛Enough with the shouting.❜❜ Aegon retorted loudly, turning from his view to face her, the hardened warrior. ❛❛You took too long.❜❜ He said matter-of-factly. ❛❛I may have acted with haste, but tensions are running high and patience is running low, Rhaenys. It is time people consider new alliances as they pay closer attention to the wretched Lannisters. You know that as well as I.❜❜ He defended himself somewhat angrily, throwing his hands about in meaningless flair, as if pushing back against a physical threat. The tone with which she approached him patronized him, and he would not tolerate it. Aegon was not the type to push back at the simple fact of questioning his decisions, but because he felt his actions commanded a certain benefit of the doubt as the future ruler of the Seven Kingdoms. He knew he would have to earn respect and justify his plans in far greater instances in life than just his blood.

𝘼 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙥 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙨, forcing my cloak to flow violently as if even the deceased were dropping in on our heated discussion. I'd calmed and my voice was low but sharp, like a Dornish blade kept in the shade. ❛❛ When you risk toppling kingdoms without so much as a raven, don't expect me to return in silence. You're not just a prince now, Aegon. You can't be a boy impatient for crowns and songs, not in the game of thrones. You'll end up dead. ❜❜ Or worse. Despite his affinity for rule, raised to be a king since his dawn, I was his older sister still — of course I had to lecture him and keep him sure.

I stepped closer to the battered table, fists uncurling and eyes softening, the wet stone floor cold beneath my heavy boots. My eyes settled on Meereen and I fell silent, questioning, again, the agenda we formed against Daenerys. She was a sweet woman with a generous heart — a troubled adolescence in Essos over the coddled wealth of the Targaryen dynasty had shown her the value of common people — but there was something unmistakably dark behind those violet eyes. It showed whenever she was cornered. ❛❛ I had to be cautious. Careful. Alive. I had to build loyalty, thread by thread. She needed to trust me. ❜❜ I still wasn't sure she was capable.

❛❛ I'm handling my end. It's going to take more time. Daenerys is... ❜❜ I swallowed as guilt ate away at me, silent but deadly. ❛❛ Occupied. She won't land for at least twenty moons, maybe more, but she has capable forces, strong enough to gamble against the whole of the Seven Kingdoms. We need to unite this hostile realm before she begins her conquest. Dorne has placed her bet in the south, ❜❜ I whispered as if we were being watched, instinctively clutching my silver necklace — my mother's. ❛❛ Princess Arianne is on her way, flanked by fifteen thousand Dornishmen. ❜❜

Writing / roleplay prompts collected from the POV chapters of Catelyn Tully / Stark in A Clash of Kings , the second book of the ASOIAF saga. Feel free to adjust pronouns / etc. as needed.

tw: dark & mature themes, death, violence, suggestive / sexual content

❝ The ancient crown of the Kings of Winter had been lost three centuries ago. ❞

❝ It is no easy thing to wear a crown. ❞

❝ Kneel before the king. ❞

❝ He is not a bold man, this one. ❞

❝ I brought you from our cell to carry my message to your cousin. ❞

❝ I should be most glad to bring your message to the queen. ❞

❝ Understand, I am not giving you your freedom. ❞

❝ You chose to fight beneath a foe’s banner. ❞

❝ I want your pledge, on your honor as a knight. ❞

❝ I do so vow. ❞

❝ Every man in this hall has heard you. ❞

❝ I will do as I pledged. ❞

❝ What is this message? ❞

❝ An offer of peace. Meet my terms, and I will sheath this sword, and make an end to the war between us. ❞

❝ Living men had gone south, and cold bones would return. ❞

❝ He had the truth of it. ❞

❝ He will remain my hostage for his father’s good behavior. ❞

❝ Henceforth, we are no part of their realm, but a free and independent kingdom, as of old. ❞

❝ These are the terms. If she meets them, I’ll give her peace. ❞

❝ Did you see the look on his face? ❞

❝ Take this back to my bedchamber. ❞

❝ I wager there were others who felt the same. ❞

❝ How can we talk of peace while they spread like pestilence over my father’s domains, stealing his crops and slaughtering his people? ❞

❝ We lack the strength. ❞

❝ Do we grow stronger sitting here? ❞

❝ You cannot ask them to remain idle while their fields are being pillaged and their people put to the sword. ❞

❝ It would be an ill thing if he were to leave us. ❞

❝ He lost sons. Who can blame him if he does not want to make peace with their killers? ❞

❝ More bloodshed will not bring your father back to us. ❞

❝ An offer had to be made. ❞

❝ I can’t release him, not even if I wanted to. My lords would never abide it. ❞

❝ Your lords made your their king. ❞

❝ If your crown is the price we must pay to have them returned safe, we should pay it willingly. ❞

❝ Was it war that made you grow so fast, or the crown they put on your head? ❞

❝ The boy has the right of this. ❞

❝ Don’t call me ‘the boy’. I am a man grown, and your king. ❞

❝ That was unworthy of me. ❞

❝ Gods be good, what has become of me? ❞

❝ He is doing his best, trying so hard, I know it, I see it, and yet . . . ❞

❝ I have lost him, the rock my life was built on. ❞

❝ I could not bear to lose them as well. ❞

❝ I’ll do all that I can for them. ❞

❝ If she has any sense, she’ll accept my terms. ❞

❝ I’ll make her rue the day she refused me. ❞

❝ Kings are not supposed to have mothers, it would seem. ❞

❝ I could command you to go. As king. I could. ❞

❝ He’s been a hostage half his life. ❞

❝ He is not a man to be trusted. ❞

❝ Does he know you have returned? ❞

❝ You will want to hear my tidings in private first. ❞

❝ You have her face. I can see it in your cheekbones, and your jaw. ❞

❝ You remember more of her than I do. ❞

❝ I wish I had their faith. ❞

❝ That’s blood up there, smeared across the sky. ❞

❝ Was there ever a war where only one side bled? ❞

❝ When he hears this, he will rage. ❞

❝ Even terror has its purpose. ❞

❝ He would like to fight on a field of his own choosing. ❞

❝ He’ll want something. ❞

❝ I want to weep. I want to be comforted. I am so tired of being strong. ❞

❝ I want to be foolish and frightened for once. Just for a small while. ❞

❝ No one has ever died of restlessness, but rashness is another matter. ❞

❝ You are all your lord father claimed you were. ❞

❝ As champion, you may ask of me any boon that you desire. ❞

❝ If it lies in my power, it is yours. ❞

❝ My life for yours, Your Grace. From this day on, I am your shield, I swear it by the old gods and the new. ❞

❝ If you wish, we may stand here in the mud and debate what honors and titles are rightly due to each, but it strikes me that we have more pressing matters to consider. ❞

❝ My lady, when you are rested, I would be honored if you would share our meat and mead at the feast tonight. ❞

❝ What is mine is yours. ❞

❝ My sweet queen is all the woman I desire. ❞

❝ Can you drown in grief? ❞

❝ They are boys drunk on song and story, and like all boys, they think themselves immortal. ❞

❝ They’re young and strong, full of life and laughter. ❞

❝ And lust, aye, more lust than they know what to do with. There will be many a bastard bred this night, I promise you. ❞

❝ They are the knights of summer, and winter is coming. ❞

❝ In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, and the sun is always shining. ❞

❝ I feel the need of some air. Will you walk with me? ❞

❝ He would make an appalling king. Nor is he like to become one. ❞

❝ Men respect him, even fear him, but precious few have ever loved him. ❞

❝ I mean to be king, my lady, and not of a broken kingdom. ❞

❝ We are the first. ❞

❝ Gods grant that I shall do the same. ❞

❝ This is no fight of ours. ❞

❝ I know the king would not wish his mother to put herself at risk. ❞

❝ We are all at risk. ❞

❝ Do you think I wish to be here? ❞

❝ He sent me to speak for him, and speak for him I shall. ❞

❝ It is a sort of game kings play. ❞

❝ I had not thought to find you here. ❞

❝ I am sorry for your lord’s death, though he was no friend to me. ❞

❝ He was never your enemy. ❞

❝ He did his duty, I will not deny it. Did I ever do less? ❞

❝ Yet he took it. That which should have been mine. ❞

❝ How they love to promise heads, these men who would be king. ❞

❝ Men give their allegiance where they will. ❞

❝ I only want what is mine by rights. ❞

❝ We share a common foe who would destroy us all. ❞

❝ The whole of the realm denies it. Old men deny it with their death rattle, and unborn children deny it in their mothers’ wombs. They deny it in Dorne and they deny it on the Wall. No one wants you for their king. ❞

❝ I swore I would never treat with you while you wore your traitor’s crown. ❞

❝ Younger, bolder, and far more comely. ❞

❝ We are all traitors, however good our reasons. ❞

❝ I fear she never saw your little letter. ❞

❝ They are bastards. ❞

❝ Isn’t that a sweet story, my lady? ❞

❝ I must say, it took my breath away. ❞

❝ Do you name me a liar? ❞

❝ If you step in a nest of snakes, does it matter which one bites you first? ❞

❝ You’ve never tasted anything so sweet, I promise you. ❞

❝ I did not come here to eat fruit. ❞

❝ A man should never refuse to taste a peach. ❞

❝ I did not come here to be threatened, either. ❞

❝ When I make threats, you’ll know it. ❞

❝ You’ll be pleased to know she came to me a maid. ❞

❝ Oh, I expect I’ll get a son on her within the year. ❞

❝ How many sons do you have? Oh, yes – none. ❞

❝ If my wife looked like yours, I’d send my fool to service her as well. ❞

❝ Enough! I will not be mocked to my face, do you hear me? I will not! ❞

❝ I hope your new god’s a merciful one. ❞

❝ It grieves me that it must come to this. ❞

❝ You have a cheerful way of grieving. ❞

❝ You must allow a king some flaws, my lady. ❞

❝ I had hoped to help you make peace. I will not help you make war. ❞

❝ She loves him, poor thing. ❞

❝ She’d play his squire just to touch him, and never care how great a fool they think her. ❞

❝ Stay and help me pray. It’s been so long I’ve quite forgotten how. ❞

❝ Did your old gods ever answer you? When you knelt before your heart tree, did you hear them? ❞

❝ When they took his head off, they killed me too. ❞

❝ Death came in that door and blew the life out of him as swift as the wind snuffed out his candles. ❞

❝ Are you blind? The girl loved him. ❞

❝ Some say that after the battle, the king cut out Stafford Lannister’s heart and fed it to the wolf. ❞

❝ I would not believe such tales. He is no savage. ❞

❝ That is no common wolf, that one. ❞

❝ The gods don’t care about men, no more than kings care about peasants. ❞

❝ A good king does care. ❞

❝ Only a mother would keep her children safe, however she could. ❞

❝ I am not made to be a mother. I need to fight. ❞

❝ I could serve you. If you would have me. ❞

❝ You could have let them kill me. I was nothing to you. ❞

❝ When the time comes, I will not hold you back. ❞

❝ I am yours, my lady. Your liege man, or … whatever you would have me be. I will shield your back and keep your counsel and give my life for yours, if need be. I swear it by the old gods and the new. ❞

❝ I vow that you shall always have a place by my hearth and meat and mead at my table, and pledge to ask no service of you that might bring you into dishonor. I swear it by the old gods and the new. ❞

❝ He asked for you. I did not know what to tell him. ❞

❝ He risks all for a baseborn boy whose blood is not even his own. ❞

❝ He has made common cause with a power greater and darker. ❞

❝ Have you forgiven me? ❞

❝ You’ve done nothing that needs forgiveness. ❞

❝ He loves you fiercely. Believe that. ❞

❝ I gave him my favor to wear. ❞

❝ I gave my maidenhood to this solemn stranger and sent him off to his war and his king and the woman who bore him his bastard, because I always did my duty. ❞

❝ Why do boys so love to play at war? ❞

❝ Knights die in battle, as ladies die in childbed. No one sings songs about them. ❞

❝ Children are a battle of a different sort. A battle without banners or warhorns, but no less fierce. ❞

❝ At times I feel as though I am being torn apart. ❞

❝ And who will keep you safe, my lady? ❞

❝ Someday you must sing for me. ❞

❝ If we are winning, why am I so afraid? ❞

❝ I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once. ❞

❝ I only thought you might enjoy happier company than mine. ❞

❝ Will holding it secret in your heart make it any less true? ❞

❝ What god would let this happen? He was only a baby! How could he deserve such a death? ❞

❝ Ice can kill as dead as fire. ❞

❝ The Starks do not use headsmen. They always said that the man who passes the sentence should swing the blade. ❞

❝ I will not sleep away my grief. ❞

❝ I fear I am in no condition to receive you. ❞

❝ Look at me, ser. ❞

❝ I see you had no taste for the wine I sent you. ❞

❝ I can have your head off anytime I want. Why would I need to poison you? ❞

❝ We granted you the comfort of a tower cell befitting your birth and station. You repaid us by trying to escape. ❞

❝ A cell is a cell. ❞

❝ No? Then surely it was to have your pleasure of me. It’s said that widows grow weary of their empty beds. ❞

❝ I suppose I could still service you if that’s what you need. Pour us some of that wine and slip out of that gown and we’ll see if I’m up to it. ❞

❝ Was there ever a man as beautiful or as vile as this one? ❞

❝ If you said that in my son’s hearing, he would kill you for it. ❞

❝ Why should I tell you anything. ❞

❝ You think I fear death? ❞

❝ Your crimes will have earned you a place of torment in the deepest of the seven hells, if the gods are just. ❞

❝ If there are gods, why is the world so full of pain and injustice? ❞

❝ There are no men like me. There’s only me. ❞

❝ There is nothing here but arrogance and pride, and the empty courage of a madman. ❞

❝ If there was ever a spark of honor in him, it is long dead. ❞

❝ Stay, and you shall have your answers . . . for a price. ❞

❝ Answer my questions and I’ll answer yours. ❞

❝ People often claim to hunger for truth, but seldom like the taste when it’s served up. ❞

❝ I am strong enough to hear anything you care to say. ❞

❝ You would never ask that unless you knew the answer. ❞

❝ I want it from your own lips. ❞

❝ He is mine. ❞

❝ You admit to being her lover? ❞

❝ Do all my kin still live? ❞

❝ You were a knight, sworn to defend the weak and innocent. ❞

❝ He was spying on us. ❞

❝ You meant for him to die. ❞

❝ I seldom fling children from towers to improve their health. Yes, I meant for him to die. ❞

❝ You swear you had no part in sending him? ❞

❝ I may indeed have shit for honor, I won’t deny it, but I have never yet hired anyone to do my killing. ❞

❝ Are you trying to deceive me? ❞

❝ Believe what you will, I’m past caring what people say of me. ❞

❝ Your boy must be feeling lonely. ❞

❝ How can you still count yourself a knight, when you have forsaken every vow you ever swore? ❞

❝ So many vows … they make you swear and swear. It’s too much. No matter what you do, you’re forsaking one vow or the other. ❞

❝ Only a man like you would be proud of such an act. ❞

❝ We made a bargain, I can deny you nothing. ❞

❝ I do not want to know this. ❞

❝ I think it passing odd that I am loved by one for a kindness I never did, and reviled by so many for my finest act. ❞

❝ Come, don’t you find this all terribly amusing? ❞

❝ That name again. I don’t think I’ll fuck you after all, he had you first, didn’t he? I never eat off another man’s trencher. ❞

𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐄, 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐄, 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒

All quotes here have been taken from different sources of media, literature, television, movies and more regarding medieval or period drama quotes in the context of those stories, some might work on more modern setting but these were made with the intention of medieval and fantasy settings. Change names, pronouns and locations as you see fit.

I just wish he'd have the decency to say whatever he came to say in front of his wife.

His wife should track him like a bloodhound.

Let him who knows who he is be no other but himself.

Seduction, as you know by now, for women starts with the ears and for men starts with the eyes.

She is my friend, and there is nothing you can say or do that can stop me from helping her.

You seem a might bit distracted this evening. Is something the matter?

History belongs to those who write it.

But I have never lost faith... even if the world turned upside down I could still find you.

Some mistakes are bound to be repeated.

Do you plan on marrying Charles?

This is a time of change. This is a time of enormous power.

Do you understand the meaning of the soil beneath your feet?

The other Clans will soon arrive. The greatest times of our family are before us. And so are the darkest.

Tonight must be our secret. Swear it.

You pander to her. You spoil her. You make such a fuss over her when she tantrums. This is what happens when you raise a child like that.

I´ve always wanted him to love me the way I loved him. 

We were arrogant and naive, thinking we knew what we felt then was love. 

A man´s desire is a powerful thing. It can reduce a strong man to nothing. When he sees a woman who fascinates him, he will give up everything for her.

 You are like a golden rose, a rare bloom but no less lovely.

So, you see, you're not the only ones who have lost someone. War doesn't discriminate, Petra. 

What you think is indecent, I do to my wife every morning before breakfast. There is no such thing as indecent between a husband and a wife. The only thing indecent is a cold marriage bed. 

The earl and I...We were... not intimate.

He fought in the war. He might fall apart, fly off the handle, go off the rails.

Mr. Russell, don’t you think I’m too young for you?

To be humiliated so publicly. I don't know. I never wished him ill.

He wasn’t quite what you’d hoped for, was he, Mother dear?

It is easier to start a war than to end it.

All I am guilty of is surviving, and for that, I will not apologize.

There is no law that gods must be fair, Achilles.

How many times can a heart be shattered and still be pieced back together? 

She succeeds because she is loved and respected. 

I have waited to see you again when none believed that you should ever return; I would have waited for ever.

Your lips are calling for me.

This is your home now. You're one of us, and we take care of our own.

You have a spine of steel and fire in your eyes, Rosalie. 

I've never met anyone as kind as you are.

A little taste before the wedding, Jayden?

God’s given you to me, and as soon as He allows, I’ll claim you as my own.

I brought you something. It gets cold in Nashville in the wintertime.

It seems you want me at your mercy, Princess. The question is why?

I am a slave in your palace.

To speak my truth, even if my voice shakes.

What would you say if I asked to kiss you?

Will you allow me to kiss you?

Do I have a choice? Doesn’t it happen with or without our consent? Falling in love, that is.

I have the power, and you will obey me.

You’re a lady. It’s written all over you.

It is amazing what a woman can do if only she ignores what men tell her she can't.

I am not a besotted fool. If you think to jilt me, think again.

It's all my fault. He was trying to save me.

All things in Fiji are paid for in blood.

I have not forgotten that I am a Norman, nor the responsibilities that I bear.

I swear I will be a lady worthy of our family name, worthy of England, and worthy of my conscience.

Being set apart is lonely, until you find purpose.

My faith has promised me to me to my king.

I want your reputation... I want everything you have.

Remember when I told you I would marry none but a warrior, Collector?

I want you to be the father of my child, yes, more than any other man in the world. 

I am the flesh of your flesh, and you are the heart of my heart.

My father fought against the infidels during the last crusade. It cost him his life. 

Grace saves us, but is not grace beautiful? I think it must be full womanly, even, to draw men in, and to give us a second birth.

Marriage is less about love and more about who is right.

A woman's life is never a fairy tale ... neither is war.

You're not made of kings, boy, but of common clay.

I'm Uther's daughter and sole heir: Morgan Pendragon.

Who better than you, King Lot, my father's strongest opponent.

If we forge a union, we'd have the strength to unite the realm. As King and Queen.

Ambition for its own sake is worthless.

Uther's daughter, Arthur's sister. You can't be defined by others. People need to know you for yourself.

The past doesn't matter. Define yourself in the present, and you might rule in the future.

We are going to build a land full of hope and honor where fear is extinguished, to which people will flock from far and wide, seeking out our beacon of light.

With a little luck, in time, you might fall in love with him. And if you don't, before you know it,he'll give you children, and then you'll love them.

Well, the most enticing aspect for any man is the forbidden. But you'll just have to forego the looks from men other than your husband.

What exactly do you think I'm capable of?

To forget myself. To lose the world for a moment.

One rumour of my death, and you proclaim a new leader! A king could get offended.

If she takes the crown, I'll tell you what you get. Fear!

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[ sling ] sender slings an arm around receiver's shoulder

[ pinch ] sender affectionately pinches receiver's cheek

[ ruffle ] sender ruffles receiver's hair

[ recline ] sender joins receiver on their chair and snuggles against them

[ hand ] sender takes receiver's hand while driving

[ knee ] sender lays a hand on receiver's leg while driving

[ clean ] sender reaches up to wipe something off receiver's face

[ tie ] sender adjusts receiver's tie

[ collar ] sender smooths out receiver's collar

[ tickle ] sender starts tickling receiver

[ piggyback ] sender gives receiver a piggyback ride

[ pick up ] sender scoops receiver up into their arms and holds them as they walk

[ guide ] sender places a hand on receiver's hip and guides them through a crowded room

[ smudge ] sender cleans lipstick off receiver's face

[ gun ] in the midst of a stand-off, sender reaches over and gently guides receiver's gun down, making them lower it

[ behind ] sender comes up to receiver from behind and wraps their arms around their waist

[ nuzzle ] sender leans in and nuzzles their face into receiver's neck

[ relax ] sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder while they talk

[ arms ] sender hooks their arm with receiver's as they walk

[ itch ] sender assists receiver with an itch they can't reach

[ catch ] receiver starts to fall, so sender reaches out and catches them

[ calm down ] sender pets receiver's hair and tries to soothe them after a scary situation

[ check ] sender checks receiver's temperature by placing the back of their hand against receiver's forehead, trying to see if they're sick

[ tuck ] sender tucks receiver into bed

[ feed ] sender offers a forkful of food out to receiver, helping them eat

[ undress ] sender helps receiver undress

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[ intent ] sender leans their forehead against receiver's

[ bathe ] sender helps receiver wash themselves in a bath

[ shower ] sender helps receiver wash themselves in a shower

[ assist ] sender finds receiver has fallen down, so they rush to their aid and help them stand again

[ bed ] sender helps receiver into bed

[ greet ] sender greets receiver with quick kisses to each of their cheeks

[ high five ] sender gives receiver a congratulatory high five

[ makeup ] sender helps receiver apply makeup

[ injury ] sender cleans receiver's wound and patches it up

[ seek ] sender reaches for receiver's hand and laces their fingers

[ surprise ] sender sneaks up behind receiver and places their hands over their eyes, wanting them to guess who it is

↪ A list of SENTENCES from George R. R. Martin’s novel A Dance With Dragons, to be used and changed however you see fit. possible trigger WARNINGS for violent and sexual content, profanity, and alcohol.

↪ All parts can be found here.