My Shireen Baratheon fics
Stannis Baratheon sits on the Iron Throne, his daughter Shireen is his heir, a princess prepares herself for ruling, a marriage is proposed.
Father, I will sit the Iron Throne, as was your wish. He would not have condoned her means of getting there, but she had long forgiven him that.
Stannis Baratheon, Shireen Baratheon and a late night conversation about Edric Storm, leaving Dragonstone and sailing to the Wall.
“l know how your father died. Tell me how he lived, Father.”
Shireen asking Stannis about her grandfather Steffon Baratheon.
Why should that surprise her? Her father, after all, had held on to this maxim like a lifeline – that a good act does not wash out the bad, nor a bad the good. A man is a sum of his parts, good and bad, and neither part could be erased, consigned to oblivion, forgotten.
What is it that I’ll want from you? Not love: that would be too much to ask. Not forgiveness, which isn’t yours to bestow. Only a listener, perhaps; only someone who will see me. Don’t prettify me though, whatever else you do: I have no wish to be a decorated skull. (The Blind Assassin)
Stannis & Shireen, leave-taking.
Peach pie, onion bread, and a touch that lingered too long.
Shireen Baratheon meeting Devan Seaworth for the first time.
Stannis and Selyse at Shireen’s wedding.
As children, Shireen and Devan prayed together at the nightfires. Now they prepare for the coming of the dragon fire, bent on stealing Shireen’s crown.
Two fathers, two children and a boy with a king’s blood who cast a long shadow over them.
A collection of Shireen/Devan drabbles.