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queen cersei lannister of house baratheon and her sisters, lady lorrie (right) and larra (left) lannister. 293 AC

Robb Stark and Hazelyn Bolton from my fic "Defying Demons"

Thank you to @murmel-malt for the beautiful commission!

Introducing Wylla Storm & Daeron "The Drunken" Targaryen - "Tempest" {AKOTSK OFC}

"Come with me. We could live in Summerhall, so that you'd never be far from your home. I promise, I can make you happy, Lady Storm, just please... please, help me sleep."

In which Wylla 'woods witches' a little close to the sun while seeing a weary dragon prince through the night and now he believes that she is the answer to saving the remnants of his sanity. Looks like her dad was right when he said the best thing you could be to a Targaryen was invisible...

Six years after the sad passing of Lady Jena, the Prince Baelor Targaryen attended a tourney at Casterly Rock celebrating the twentieth name-day of Lord Lannister's daughter, Lady Lenore Lannister, wherein he became as a man bewitched, breaking every lance as behove his name as Breakspear before crowning the Lady Lenore his queen of love and beauty. It was said he asked the Grey Lion for her hand within three days of first laying his gaze upon her fair face. Such alacrity alarmed, with ravens soon reaching Casterly Rock urging caution, the queen showing particular concern. But the prince wed despite such words, and as time passed, the Lady Lenore proved to be a gentle stepmother to the young princes and a wise wife. She bore Baelor three daughters and was once again with child when his unforeseen death at Ashford Meadow occurred. Out of guilt, Prince Maekar reluctantly took the stricken Lady Lenore to wife for he had been passionately devoted to the late Princess Dyanna Dayne and desired no other to take her place...

* —AEMOND TARGARYEN + FIYONA BRACKEN ||𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋

❝We tell our stories differently, don't we, you and I?❞

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ONE OF THE GREATS. chapter 1. a dragon's feast.

tysm @margoshansons for the banner.

summary:  Myanna Targaryen had never been a quiet child, always wailing or babbling to any who would listen. Queen Myriah said she got that from her father Rhaegel. It was this which made the family worry, their nights spent wondering if the young babe would be as sickly as he had been. She was perfectly healthy. It was her father's mind she inherited. Rhaegel had been 'mad' since his thirteenth name day, Myanna had been since birth. The girl had swift changing moods. One day she could be as sweet as summer, the next, as harsh as winter. Some smallfolk claimed that was just the nature of all Targaryen's. Whispers among the servants of the Red Keep claimed that she was prone to fits of hysteria, collapsing in her gowns and wailing on the floor. It was perhaps her similarity to her father that made her uncles adore her so much. When the Tourney at Ashford Meadow occurs, Myanna is sent as the representative of her branch of the family tree, her father too sickly to compete. Prince Baelor takes her under his care during the tournament. It is at this tournament that she first meets both her future husband and lover.

book warnings: canon typical language, violence and themes.

author’s note: She's hereeee.

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"Finally," Alys mutters as her daughter falls beside her, "You must eat before your travels tomorrow,".

"I don't want May to go," Daenora pouts from opposite her eldest sister.

"I shall return before you know it," Myanna smiles gently, but Daenora still looks upset, too young to truly understand "With me gone, you can annoy Aelor all on your own," the girl giggles at that and their brother glares, his twin sister laughing as well.

"Why doesn't Aelora annoy him?"

"Because she likes him too much, they're annoying together," Myanna explains with a childlike grin on her face.

"Mother," Aelora groans in protest but Alys dismisses her.

"You shall be free from torment whilst she is at the Tourney," Myanna only laughs.