#w.ria

Established Jacaerys Velaryon x Baela Targaryen which guess what, will end up down the drain down in the long run in favour of Stark!Reader. Sorry Baela but the Sea Snake messed up when he switched sides to save you and Rhaenyra(who in this AU survives) punished the brief betrayal by ending the betrothal established long ago to reward House Stark which stayed loyal throughout the whole deal and, yk, Cregan coming down into the south to deal with things diplomatically while she was bed bound after nearly escaping dragon death(IT'S A LONG STORY HOW THINGS UNFOLDED DIFFERENTLY FOR HER TO SURVIVE AND IT'S FOR ANOTHER TIME BUT THE HOUR OF THE WOLF STILL HAPPENS! Also side note, I love Baela as a character, no hate to her, she is amazing, but the whole plot is Jacaerys x Someone else than Baela so- yeah, gotta make it work.)

This AU has two timelines, this one follows the latter: The first timeline is where Jacaerys retunrs with Reader and quite plainly goes 'Cregan Stark agreed to help us if I get betorthed to her sister and protect her here at Dragonstone so here she is' which is a partial lie, partial truth. Therefore Stark!Reader ends up working herself day and night with proposals and studious time to prove herself worthy of beign Jacaerys betrothed(Example: "It's her or no one else" the prince of Norway when he fell in love with a waitress). Or the second timeline where the two love birds aren't so hasty and while Stark!Reader does pretty much the same as in the first timeline, the way the situation is approached to slowly persuade Rhaenyra, and the whole court/lords/realm at that, for these two is more careful then just a sudden change everyone has to deal with.

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"Winter is coming. To the North. To the realm. My health can't allow me to stay in our homeland for much longer. Your duties can't allow you to just drop everything and march south. The Crown Prince's duties can't allow him to come back before his queen mother without a solid promise. So I have thought of a compromise that benefits all parties likewise." The lady said while looking at her dear brother. The crown prince was in the same room with them, as she had requested to have them both present during this discussion, for it was a matter that concerned them both. Duty and desire alike. Something both the Warden of the North and the Crown Prince struggled with in the moment in parallel. Lord and Prince gave each other a brief look. They were brothers by the oath they gave one another and by their shared experiences. If only the prince knew at the time that gaining a brother means losing another for the balance of all things to remain in place...

"We have duties to ourselves, yet above that are the duties to our house, and even above it, to the realm. You are my warden, therefore responsible for my health and well-being. However, you are also responsible for our House and our external relations. You can't send me off for my own good at the risk that I could be used against you to break our father's oath or your own." The lady clarified to her brother. Servants weren't blind. They knew better than to speak foolishly, but at the end of the day, their loyalty was laid with their lord and not his sickly sister. Besides, Cregan Stark was a wolf after all. He had a sharp eye and a keen sense of hearing. He was more aware of it than they knew he was. However, he allowed for it, for not that is, for it didn't cross any boundaries that would ignite a dragon's consuming fire. Not to mention the lord trusted his sister, for she by nature was lawful, a true tribute to her house's name.

She took a moment to wait and see how her brother would react. Once he gave her to go to with a small nod, she continued. "As lord of our house, you have duties to the common folk under us. As the Lord of a House under the rule of the Iron Throne, you have duties to the ruler of the seven realms, too. As the lady of this house, I, too, have duties. If I can't fulfil them for now through an advantageous marriage of political alliance childbearing, which I am most grateful for you not indulging it to take place anytime soon, then I must play my part otherwise." Indeed, despite being of age, the sister of Lord Stark was yet to be wed. When his uncle ruled in his stead, he had tried to set an advantageous marriage for her for his own gain many times, and what did she do? Be beastly and wild like dire wolves as a form of revolt to his wishes to estrange her from her own brother and weaken their bond, furthermore, to ruin his attempts at gaining himself support that could have helped him keep his place as lord of the north instead of Cregan. Once Cregan became the Lord of House Stark as it should have been, he allowed his sister to deny courtships or suitors that tried to sway her if she believed them to be of the ill kind. For example, the Boltons, who reached an olive branch, only for the young lady to deem them as horrid people she'd sooner die than be bound to. Talk about a harsh crowd. The lord trusted his sister, but he was becoming increasingly worried about having her end up an old lady and forever maiden on his hands, something which she was much more aware of.

"If the crown prince would allow it of me, send me away to Dragonstone with him when his grace must depart from the North. I will be your representative in the Red Keep. I will be the representative of our house and of the North in the court of the Queen, our father, and likewise, you have promised to serve and aid. That way, I will be amongst our allies, the side of the Targaryen House our father swore to follow, I will be safe, and I will also be able to show my support to the cause through my presence there. Where House Stark goes, the North follows. I believe the Black Queen would be most pleased to have my presence as a guarantee of our House's loyalty to her. I'll be the bridge of trust between our houses." Lady Stark said while holding her hands together, her elbows resting on the arms of the chair. A bold proposal yet spoken in a casual tone. However, she wasn't mouthy without reason. She could contemplate how her wishes could be the communal wishes of many others. The benefits, the cons, she was much more aware, but you must be able to narrate your story properly to convince a crowd. "If it so pleases her highness, she can dispose of me, and you are left without a sister." The young lady said with a small shrug. "Our showcase of profound and sincere vulnerability plus loyalty will be annihilated, and you will know from afar that she isn't the type of queen our father would have wanted you to serve, even if it costs you our entire bloodline. Or, she will appreciate this gesture, understand its meaning, and respond accordingly by offering me safe sanctuary in the Red Keep. That way, you will know you haven't made a mistake by forming a brotherhood with the crown prince and following our father's oath. I will be safe, you will be able to focus on your duties here, and Prince Jacaerys will return to his mother with more than just proof of word of the alliance." That much was true. While Lord Stark would honor his house's reputation and his late father's wishes and oath, at times, honor and duty don't get you far if the one you serve is the one who would carelessly and cruelly ensure your own wipe out. Things could perhaps clear out this way.

"Neither of us knows her as a ruler, brother. Her reign has barely begun, and we already have an usurper trying to dethrone her. However, her chosen heir is right before our eyes, and if one day he is to be the king you will rule under, then I believe it's a safe guess to believe she is by far and with ease a better choice than the green 'King' as he proclaims to be." That much was true. Prince Jacaerys has proven to be a great man, one that Lord Cregan Stark grew fond of quickly for his character. His sister grew fond of him too if the fact that she sought out to see him when it was just the two of them was anything to go by; given she was the same lady who needed no more than a week or two at best to turn away or down a suitor who she could feel in the depths of her bones wasn't someone who'd honor the Stark values or do as much as accept them. Prince Jacaerys saw it as the moment he, too, would have a word. To reinforce the showcase of his bravery and character to the man with whom he struck a brotherhood oath, but likewise to subtly declare his admiration and fancy to the lady he found himself lingering closely to as much as the bounds of decency would allow in their delicate situation. He made a bold claim at that, that he would protect her. However, as much as she too fancies him, she is the cold from the edge of the fire with which he burns.

"Ensure it how?" Her voice cut through without hesitation or warmth. "With your life at risk in favor of mine? You are the heir of your mother. You should know the order of things. Who stands where in importance? It's your mother, the Queen, and after that, it's you. You cannot risk your life, not even for the ones you love the most, because on you depend a whole realm of lives, and to rule means to care for them first. You don't get to make promises that would bring ruin to everyone. If you wish for my safety, I much appreciate it, my prince. Yet I hope you know that said protection is to be ensured through personally appointed guards and not by yourself in harm's way. Or, well, of course, I merely lay out the obvious, for my prince wouldn't dream of doing anything any other way than by firstly taking into account all of this." Jacaerys' bold statement had now led him down a path where he stood almost frozen like a sleeping volcano, while Cregan gave him a sympathetic wince at his sister's tone that was, as always, unminced. Yet, this character was the one thing that gave Cregan his trust in his sister when their own kin sought to replace him and discard him back then. When other houses have their tensioned moments, there aren't as many spotlights on it, but House Targaryen gets the special privilage og coyotes and vultures waiting to eat the scraps of dragon carcasses without being burnt. "With that being said, I don't underestimate the crown prince's ability to keep his word, likewise to ours." She said all diplomatically as if nothing at all had happened while looking back at her brother.

"Well- most… battles lately have been on the sea… that is the expertise of Lord Corlys Velaryon and perhaps, of course- only if they share any sort of knowledge, other Velaryon descendants may be familiar with. I… am not. Folklore tales and stories of the sea aren't exactly… practical in an actual battle in the salty water. Nor are the methods used by pirates to deal with traitors of any help in something such as open warfare."

"Warfare in the history of the north is… different, my queen. I've tried to make myself familiar with the library of this palace, seek out different strategies… but each time it feels- unfit. Yes, wars have been fought before, no doubt. Yes, some ideas I was able to extract and convert or apply to our current times, but not all are flexible ideas. This is a war of dragons. They are the most prized possession while also being the most powerful weapon. Putting them out would be an act of desperation, not putting them out at all would be a disadvantage. At the end of the day, all the losses will accumulate. Any harm we do now may also be ours to solve after the war ends when we come out of it victorious. The damages, the lost people, the lost resources, it will fall on the shoulders of whoever sits on the throne."

"All I can think of are the old tricks in the book which I am not sure can even be used without losing. Camps moving under the cover of the night, ambush in the swamps, ambush in crosses in the mountains. Yes, I am aware how everything is practically an ambush, blame my ancestors, House Stark had to form itself before being a big and great house before Aegon the conqueror, and until then we were nothing but civilized barbarians and savages, most likely anybody else really."

"Unless your highness has a way of making sirens and mermaids real to mess with the masses' moral and sanity then I am not sure what we could-…" And she went quiet. Lady Stark's abrupt silence often meant something anew sparked within her mind. "We could." Lady Stark said with a frown.

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"How… often does fog rise up on the sea? Is it dependent on the season or just the weather?" Lasy Stark asked while looking around in the council room. She was mainly looking at Addam of Hull. "And… how… frequent would fogs be in this time of the year?" She paused between her words briefly to ponder on the idea that was forming in her mind. "And would this fog be thick enough so that a man from a ship cannot see even ten feet in front of him?"

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Lady Stark stayed quiet for a while. "Decoys." She said while looking at the map. "Fog, a small boat, a sailor to be able to handle the boat, the paddling and all that, and a proper singer on it, must be female. Water propagates sound, the fog messes with the vision- We could have decoy makeshift sirens to mess with the enemy troops."

"And we don't have to do much. Just ensure their mind goes fuzzy. Let's see how long it takes before they run their ship into sharp rocks in the madness of trying to escape, and let's see how quickly and stealthily our own men can make their way towards the enemy boat unnoticed and conquer it. If we got our hands on one singular ship of theirs, without raising concern, without raising it as missing, doing it in the middle of the night in the open sea, and then approaching other enemy boats with it, they won't even expect our men to be on it. They'd think something had happened, the reason why the ship is approaching, and they wouldn't raise their weapons immediately. The cover of the night, fog, madness, and some very skilled individuals. The sheer terror will be enough to make them back away or dare force them to bring a dragon to the battle, and I'd just dread, if some heavy old green oversized lizard would fly just too low and hit itself in a ship and end up drowning. Vhagar is great for a battle in the sky, but its weight and speed aren't enough to be as precise, and you must approach at least slightly in order to burn a ship."

"Let them think it's a curse. Let them feel the conscience of their actions seep into their bones, and let them simmer to a boil until they jump out of those damned ships themselves to escape the cries and wails of the innocent souls they deprived us of. We're not putting singers out there. We're putting proper actors. Sing beautifully once, scream in anger the next day, follow it up with wailing, and change the order randomly. Maniac laughs, vengeful cries. Let them go mad with the idea that all that we lost at sea, their own men alike, became little feasts for the 'sirens' to enjoy. And they wait idly, keeping themselves company with their voice, waiting to pray on them too."

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"Better yet, have them kill each other. One mermaid as a distraction, and while the crew is busy trying to cover their ears or marvel on board, just have to cover their ears or marvel on board, just have one stealthy proper man sneak in and change the flag to ours while nobody is present. When light hits I doubt they'll notice their flag had been changed before one of their ally ships attacks them full force and kills a couple of men before the mistake is rectified. It's not like the sailors from all these boats know one another personally to be able to recognize the crew as being on their side and not ours."

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I like to challenge myself by seeing how closely I can stick to the cannon, have my liberty of action in their plot holes or missing fragments, or perhaps simply moments that I can say happened while something else crucially was unfolding. That is, when I wish to see how much I can mess around without actually breaking anything that the cannon consists of. This AU however is, let's say an ideal ending for Jacaerys and Stark!Reader. There is a detailed plot line all the way to a child OC and two dragons OC, and the dragons' tales go beyond HOTD events all the way into ASOIAF. Their tales mostly don't disturb the cannon, until the ending that is because it appears everyone hates the TV series end so I took liberty into making my own version on that one. I am sharing bits from the dialog of Reader instead of the story in full because, quite frankly these are the interesting parts and the overall plot of it has already been written, and I don't see myself able to write it again but as a detailed series. I share the dialog because I naturally can't have everything Reader says work out in the green's favours. I don't want everything to workout naturally, but I don't want everything to not workout either. I made this AU with the idea in mind on how much change a person can have. How much one person driven by themselves and their believes can do. I aspired, with this AU, to entertain the idea that the fate of a story as we know it takes a turn. I love reading the AU's here on tumblr, small drabbles or one-shots 'AU, Team Black Won' or 'AU, No war' or 'AU, No one died' etc. But what if the war still took place, if the winnign as per say wasn't perfect and countless still died? That's pretty much this AU. An AU where the North birthed a daughter and not just a son and that daughter went on to hunt the narrative of the child that ended up being the song of Ice and Fire. The child made from a Targaryen and a Stark. A child who ended up changing everything while the world still ended up spinning the same course, but for that one fraction in eternity, it changed into a beautiful moment to be cherished and dreamt of fondly. Not necessarily by Westeros, by the characters, but by the consumer of the story, in this case, me, as all of this I consider to be self indulgent. After all most artistic projects are self indulgent when you do them for fun and not with the purpose of anyone else in mind. I hope this cleared up any sort of wonders about why I posted my writing samples the way that I did :). There is also an AU where Jacareys Velaryon x Stark!Reader is pre-established with a different plot all together instead of happening during The Dance of the Dragons and in this one Lucerys survives! Let me know if you want to see the bit on how exactly Lucerys survives death

Now all of these details do not make their way into the contents you are about to witness, at least not in a direct manner, but they are there if you squint your eyes and think about it.

Once more the purpose of the samples is to give you, the audience, an idea of my writing style and how I am able to approach various genres from different angles.

I'd like to give a special thanks to @sins-of-the-dragons, a HOTD content creator I have discovered rather recently after I have found myself pulled into the ASOIAF universe, with GOT and HOTD alike (though I admit that I mostly got in it for the men, and mythical creatures: dire wolves, dragons, etc. Amen. The universe itself leaves room for a great deal of creativity and that's mostly what I like about it). The owner of this account was the one to kindly encourage me to post my ASOIAF fandom work.

Please enjoy my humble work and feel free to tell me what you have thought about it, either in the comments or perhaps in the dms/ask box anonymously if you feel better that way. Every word matters, truly. Reblogs are greatly appreciated.

Without further a do, enjoy.

Note from the writer(me): for y'all who don't like fancy shmuck words, hardcore simping is coming from the reader to Jon Snow, cuz we all know this sad puppy ain't getting enough of it. Jon Snow appreciation post.

THIS IS A MONOLOGUE ONLY Y/N IS SPEAKING THE ENTIRE TIME I BROKE UP SOME OF THE TEXT BECAUSE IF UT WAS JUST ONE BIG WALK TEXT LIKE AT THE VERY END IT WOULD BE A HEADACHE

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"You are a dangerous man Jon Snow." She cooed out softly as she slightly interrupted their kiss, running a thumb across his cheekbone.

"You make me so greedy. I can't look away from those handsome faces of yours and all that long I wait to get my hands into your hair and tear out that cursed hair tie so I can see your beautiful curls laid out as they should be. Yet again, we both wear one each for practical reasons during our dutiful tasks in the daytime. It doesn't mean we don't both appreciate when the other one has their hair let out freely." She murmured before kissing his jawline with a soft sigh escaping her lips.

"I'm not supposed to fall in love more than once. Who are you brute to make me fall in love outside of just my husband?" These two were married, yet she always had the tendency to say how a man, no matter who he was, had more than one face, and by the Old Gods and New, she fell in love with each of his faces, unable to look away or bring herself to step back. Each time taking a step closer to an 'unfaithful' dance, too tempting and crude to be left out of, for her to just sit idly by as a wife to her husband instead of joining this game of deadly vice and changing her own face to match or complete the one he had masked himself with.

"You cannot give me peace can you?" She asked while she pushed her face into his neck with a heavy exhale.

"Every time I think that it's over and I can come to rest, you come to stir me awake. Each time my heart beats normally once more you make me feel like some young foolish girl knowing no better but to fall in love as if it weren't the last of her concerns for her well-being. I sit still and pray quietly, speak as gently and please as sweetly to have my own beating heart back in control of mine but for naught, I do any of it. You come back to torment me, pretending to do nothing when those lingering gazes of yours open right back up the old wound I tried to stick up from which my heart has found its escape through all the other times. It starts to beat faster and I don't know what to do to calm it. The coldness of the snow does nothing to tame it anymore, it has grown numb to tame it anymore, it has grown numb to its effects because of you. It's pumping too fast, too full of life for me to contain. It jumps and I too leap powerlessly trying to hold it down with the helplessness of a poor battered dog. Then it breaks out of the shackles I have word meticulously to tie it down with and bursts right out into your arms, letting itself so easily awe-struck and vulnerable it almost makes me want to laugh at the stupidity of it if it weren't for the fact that it was my very heart to act so irrationally. How cruel can you be to me my dear? I am yours, my heart which I cannot live without has been given to your loving arms more than once. I merely ask for you to let it beat for me as well, so that I may find joy and content as you do. But you are a selfish man. I do not have a moment's mind of peace for it to settle back into its old home within the secluded walls of my body for you come to tempt it back out so effortlessly it should be a crime. My dear, are you not tired of being so restless with me? I play into your game however much you want me to. I lay by your side or stand still and watch from afar, the knight, the king, the son of a lord, the bastard with no name or malice within his being. Yet time and time again you fool me, twisting those names, changing the old faces for new ones they are all the same. And I fall once more, unable to tell apart what is old and reshaped and what is new and transformed. My breath you have stolen. My heart you've tamed to follow only you. My feet ache for all the steps I have taken to search for what was mine and what you have taken from me yet you cannot be satisfied. A wolf like you, forever starving yet so bright to know to not need to seek and hunt some other poor creature for you already have one mindlessly following you like a lamb to slaughter."

"My love, do you not tire of the torment you give me?" True and loving were her words, yet she had no strength and will in mind and body to stop herself.

"How can you trick me so? Or perhaps is it that you punish me? You shed your old skin and take a new one just like a wolf does when the seasons change. I watch from afar, awake as I can be yet you always shed your coat when I least expect it. When I look away or when I blink, you let it fall from your shoulders and hide it away from my prying eyes. You leave me searching for the one I grew accustomed to, searching for him with no real possibility of ever finding him, and then you walk by. With your brand new coat, shinier, better kept, groomed and taken care of. You impose your presence over me again and I step back startled, looking left and right for the previous one that was supposed to keep me away from such temptation but he's nowhere to be seen. Then you walk away and make me realize how alone I am, without anybody to keep me company. To be afraid is one but to lonely? So then I follow you hesitantly, meekly and shyly, hoping that when I approach meekly and shyly, hoping that when I approach you I will not be struck down upon the ground, and you wait. You take your grand effortless steps and let me suffer with my tinier ones, trailing behind you, letting the guilt and remorse seep in of not waiting for the other one to come take me. Then it fades away and I allow myself to think I might be welcomed in your presence. That is when you turn around to finally look at me too, and show me it is still you whom I was following all along. I cower down in fear of punishment and you simply tell me to stay put and wait, for if I will, then you shall forgive me. I do as told, looking at the ground in shame, while you walk away. Then I grew uneasy and unsteady with myself. I look up to gaze upon you, to try and better recall you to my memory so that I won't be a fool and repeat the same mistake twice. But my eyes grew tired and heavy. I cannot look at you for long, it overwhelms me greatly. I look away or blink for a moment longer than down in fear of punishment and you simply tell me to stay put and wait, for if I will, then you shall forgive me. I do as told, looking at the ground in shame, while you walk away. Then I grew uneasy and unsteady with myself. I look up to gaze upon you, to try and better recall you to my memory so that I won't be a fool and repeat the same mistake twice. But my eyes grew tired and heavy. I cannot look at you for long, it overwhelms me greatly. I look away or blink for a moment longer than I should and that's when you shed your skin again, and we start all over. Have you no mercy for my soul my love?"

"How DARE YOU?!" Lady Stark was shouting. Now let's be clear, Lady Stark is easily able to overtake a room with her volume, she can easily raise her voice compared to others but yelling? She had not once outright yelled, and the suddenness of the power of her lungs was enough to startle the war-hardened men of the room.

She wasn't losing her composure. Far from it. She was simply making herself loud enough so that even the oldest and deaf fool could hear her words.

"YOU STAND BEFORE THE RIGHTEOUS HEIE OF THE SEVEN REALMS, WITH THE TRUTH RIGHT IN YOUR SIGHT YET YOU RIGHTEOUSOUGE OUT YOUR EYES AND BE A BLIND FOOL THEN ACCEPT IT AS YOUR TONGUE TRIES TO POISON THE HEARING OF OTHERS AND BREW NOTHING BUT FAMISHED FALSELYHOOD IN THE CORE OF THEIR BEING IF THEY ARE STUPID ENOUGH TO FEED INTO THE DOUBT OF YOUR STUPIDITY?! SHE IS RHAENYRA TARGARYEN! FIRST BORN DAUGHTER OF LATE KING VISERYS! THE CHOSEN HEIR TO THE IRON THRONE! THE ONE WHO PAID A THOUSAND TIMES OVER THROUGH THE LOSSES OF THIS WAR! WHILE YOU HAVE PAID EXACTLY WHAT PRAY TELL MY LORD?"

"IN THESE MERCILESS, TREACHEROUS THREE YEARS THAT HAVE PASSED, HER LINE HAS BLED AS HAS ANYONE ELSE'S! HER SON LUCERYS VELARYON GONE AT SEA KILLED BY HIS OWN KIN! HER HUSBAND, DAEMON TARGARYEN, AND KING REGENT, GONE TOO DYING SELFISHLY IN BATTLE AGAINST AEMOND TARGARYEN THE KIN-SLAYER, TAKING DOWN VHAGAR HERSELF ON THE MOUNT OF CARAXES! PRINCESS RHAENYS TARGARYEN, HER GREAT AUNT, AND HER MOUNT MELEYS GONE IN THE BATTLE OF ROOK'S REST! HER YOUNGEST SON, VISERYS THE SECOND TARGARYEN, LOST AT SEA TO PIRATES, DEAD OR ALIVE, WITH NO CERTAINTY! HER DAUGHTER, VISENYA TARGARYEN TAKEN BEFORE SHE HAD THE CHANCE TO BE BORN!"

"COUNTLESS LORDS AND LOYAL GUARDS WHO SHE SAW DIE WITH HER OWN EYES AS THEY FOUGHT FOR HER CLAIM AND LIFE! ANY SINS, ANY UNWISE DECISIONS, ANYTHING THAT SHE HAD EVER DONE IN HER LIFE WRONG UP UNTIL THE WAR HAS MORE THAN BEEN PAID FOR IN UNDESERVING PAIN AND ANGUISH! TORMENT BEYOND WHAT YOU COULD EXPERIENCE IF THE SEVEN HELLS WERE TO TAKE YOU EACH FOR A THOUSAND LIFETIMES! SHE HAS COWARDLY BLOODLINE DID TO PASS DOWN THEIR SEED AND EVENTUALLY HAVE YOU BREATHING IN FRONT OF US AS THE HEIR TO SOME NOBLE HOUSE! SHE HAS PAID EVERY PRICE POSSIBLE, AND SHE HAD TAKEN EVERY DECISION THAT NOBODY WOULD DREAD TO EVEN DARE IMAGINE HAVING TO BE IN HER SPOT TO MAKE, YET SHE KEPT HER HEAD HIGH AND DID SO REGARDLESS! SHE FOUGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO A PEACEFUL REALM! A PEACEFUL KINGDOM! SHE HAD FOUGHT SO THAT EVERY GENERATION FROM NOW ON UNDER HER RULE WILL BE SAFE AND PROSPER UNLIKE AEGON THE USERPER WHO LAST I CHECKED WOULDN'T HAVE A PROBLEM GOING AS FAR AS DEFLOWERING NOBLE LADIES OR DAUGHTERS OF LORDS IF HE SO DAMN PLEASED TO DO AND LEAVING THEM WITH A BELLY TO THEIR CHIN AND WITH SHAME LOWER THAN DIRT!"

"YET YOU STAND BEFORE US ALL WITH THE AUDACITY TO EVEN LOOK UP FROM THE GROUND AFTER BEING A PART OF THIS ATROCITY! THE USERPER WAS BETRAYED FOR A REASON AND YOUR REASON OF PUNISHMENT IS FOR COMPROMISING TO IT ALL BY ALIGNING YOURSELF WITH THE USERPER AND THEREFORE WITH HIS VALUES!"

"I AM LADY STARK! I AM THE SISTER OF LORD CREGAN STARK, THE BETROTHED OF THE CROWN PRINCE JACAERYS VELARYON AND THE BLACK QUEEN'S TONGUE! THE QUEEN OF THE ANDALS AND THE RHOYNAR AND THE FIRST MEN! AND AS THE QUEEN'S TONGUE AND THE BETROTHED OF THE CROWN PRINCE HIMSELF I TAKE THE LIBERTY TO HEREBY DECLARE THAT FROM THIS DAY FORTH ANY LORD OR LADY WHO DARE SAY THAT THE QUEEN IS ANYTHING BUT RIGHTEOUS TO BE UPON HER THRONE SHALL BE SENT ALL THE WAY TO WINTERFELL WHERE THEY WILL EITHER BECOME PART OF THE NIGHT'S WATCH OR DUEL MY BROTHER LORD CREGAN STARK FOR THE RIGHT TO LIVE!"

Lady Stark took another breath, a small moment to regain her strength before she continued carefully.

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"There will be some of you who will not return, and for those of you who will, you will never again be the same. And yet with all of this in mind, aware of the possibilities of what war brings you selflessly chose to go to battle for those that are to come after you. For those who will be brothers, fathers, sons, sisters, mothers, and daughters once you have passed. The safety of the realm and peace, as we know, lie within your hands and sacrifice! For that, I believe I speak in the name of all, from lords and ladies to priests, septs and masters to the simple common folk such as yourself, thank you!" Ria said before continuing.

"Your sacrifice will not go unnoticed! Your blood, sweat, agony, and unhappiness will not be in vain! We wish to commemorate all of you who will fall in battle and all of you who will return from it. A grand monument, for all of you brave men who stepped forward when your queen had called for you and you have answered her call! The names of every one of you, written permanently in a marble column so that history will remember and honor you accordingly, but not only history but us too who live with you now."

"I salute you. Every one of you, stronger than I and braver than most. The path ahead is a storm like no other, but if you are to march victoriously from it the realms themselves will forever hold your gratitude! You will all fight with the strength of demigods, for your queen has called upon your aid so that your friends and those who will be your friends in the future will live and your blood will live!

For those of you who may not return or those who will come back no longer as whole men, we will see that all will be taken care of. And for those of you who have family who happens to reside within the land taken over by the greens fear not! The queen is not unjust and unfair! She is not as cruel as the greens have declared her to be! We will not punish those who are forced to fight on the opposing side! We will not ridicule or be unable to forgive them for being unfortunate to be stuck on the other side of the realm! There are more of you low-born than us high-born. For the fact that you have chosen to willingly fight under our queen, we are utmost grateful to you! You will fight on the battlefield, and we will see that we do whatever it is in our power, wealth, land, health, or other ways that the queen needs of us so that you and your loved ones will be compensated! The change will be drastic, and the time until things return to how they were before will be merrier. But it will be possible thanks to you!" She wasn't done just yet.

After the battle

"Let us raise our cups! Let us drink together! A toast! For your families who will look after your homes while you are gone! For you, brave men who will fight in battle! For the lords and ladies who will spend their coin in the realm's best interest! For the realms that we live in and wish to protect and cherish from selfish and greedy hands! For the Queen who protects all of us! And to the Gods who will watch upon us all and grace us with their mercy and lend us their strength!"

"You, brave men, have gone to better and proved victorious. Some of you came back. Some of you do not. If you remember or not, and if you don't, I do not blame you. Before you left for battle, we promised a column with your names engraved on it.

"Let us cheer for those of you who came back, and let us commemorate and cherish the memories of those who passed so that you can be here instead! Enjoy the food, enjoy the drinks, enjoy the music! Tomorrow is another day the sun will rise, a day in which the memories of those who passed will not be forgotten! All of the losses will be met accordingly. We may be unable to meet them immediately, but the moment this war is over it will be seen so that they are done with as soon as possible! Let us drink for you all and for our queen who will bring the seven realms back to peace! Queen Rhaneyra!"

While you were away your children spoke of you.

Your wives and sisters too. Your mothers weren't left out of the matter either. And we had put to work your names on this tall monument, but not just your names, but who you were. We have a Horace who likes pie. We have a Joseph who sings.