but man i love the tourney

  • Mal: I'm not gay! I just like to look at pictures of girls and think about kissing them and I like to read about girls kissing other girls! But I'm not gay. Sure, sometimes I think about kissing Evie, but that doesn't make me gay, does it?
  • Carlos: No, not at all. I love to think about boys and look up shirtless pictures of Zac Efron and I sometimes look at the boys Tourney team when they take off their shirts, especially Jay. He's hot.
  • Mal and Carlos, 2 seconds later: Shit I'm gay.

I’m so much happier now that I’m dead. Technically missing. Soon to be presumed dead. Gone. And my lazy lying shitting oblivious husband will go to the black cells for my murder. Rhaegar Targaryen took my pride and my dignity and my hope and my money. He took and took from me until I no longer existed. That’s murder. Let the punishment fit the crime. To fake a convincing murder you have to have discipline. You befriend a local idiot. Harvest the details of her hundrum life and cram her with stories about your husband’s violent temper. Secretly create some money troubles: loans from Essos, perhaps gambling. With the help of the unwitting, bump up your life insurance. Purchase getaway vessel. Flaebottom. Generic. Cheap. Pay cash. You need to package yourself so that people will truly mourn your loss. And Westeros loves pregnant women. As if it’s so hard to spread your legs. You know what’s hard? Faking a pregnancy. First, drain your privy. Invite pregnant idiot into your chambers and ply her with lemonade. Steal pregnant idiot’s urine. Voilà! A pregnany is now part of the maesters’ records. Happy Aniversary. Wait for your clueless husband to start his day. Off he goes… and the clock is ticking. Meticulously stage your crime scene with just enough mistakes to raise the specter of doubt. You need to bleed. A lot. A lot, a lot. The head wound kind of bleed. A crime scene kind of bleed. You need to clean; poorly, like he would. Clean and bleed, bleed and clean. And leave a little something behind: a fire in the Long Summer? And because you’re you, you don’t stop there. You need a diary. Mínimum three hundred entries on the Rhaegar and Elia story. Start with the fairy-tale early days: those are true, and they’re crucial. You want Rhaegar and Elia to be likable. After that, you invent. The spending, the abuse, the fear, the threat of violence. And Rhaegar thought he was the writer… burn it, just the right amount. Make sure the guards will find it. Finally, honor tradition with a very special treasure hunt. And if I get everything right, the world will hate Rhaegar for killing his beautiful, pregnant wife. And after all the outrage, when I’m ready, I’ll go out on the water with a handful of poison and a pocket full of stones. And when they find my body, they’ll know: Rhaegar Targaryen dumped his beloved like garbage, and she floated past all the other abused, unwanted, inconvenient women. Then Rhaegar will die too. Rhaegar and Elia will be gone, but then we never really existed. Rhaegar loved a girl I was pretending to be. “Cool girl”. Men always use that, don’t they? As their defining compliment: “She’s a cool girl”. Cool girl is hot. Cool girl is game. Cool girl is fun. Cool girl never gets angry at her man. She only smiles in a chagrined, loving manner. And then presents her mouth for fucking. She likes what he likes, so evidently he’s a cultured sailor who loves Lyseni courtesans. If he likes local brothels, she’s a sassy kitchen wench who talks for swordplay and endures rabbit stew. When I met Rhaegar Targaryen I knew he wanted “Cool girl”. And for him, I’ll admit: I was willing to try. I wax-stripped my pussy raw. I drank cheap ale watching slapstick jesters. I ate cold pastry and remained a size two. I blew him, semi-regularly. I lived in the moment. I was fucking game. I can’t say I didn’t enjoy some of it. Rhaegar teased out in me things I didn’t know existed. A lightness, a humor, an ease. But I made him smarter. Sharper. I inspired him to rise to my level. I forged the man of my dreams. We were happy pretending to be other people. We were the happiest couple we knew. And what’s the point of being together if you’re not the happiest? But Rhaegar got lazy. He became someone I did not agree to marry. He actually expected me to love him unconditionally. Then he dragged me, penniless, to the Tourney of Harrenhal and found himself a newer, younger, bouncier cool girl. You think I’d let him destroy me and end up happier than ever? No fucking way. He doesn’t get to win. My cute, charming, salt-of-the-earth Dragonstone Prince. He needed to learn. Grown-ups work for things. Grown-ups pay. Grown-ups suffer consequences.

some arthur dayne headcanons nobody asked for
  • he has his mother’s temper and sword training helps curb it but he’s a terrible liar so everyone can tell when he is Not Pleased
  • he squires for prince lewyn from whom he later gets his knighthood
  • he’s super awkward and short and not particularly handsome (things oberyn never fails to point out) until he’s like 14
  • he had mixed feelings about being named the sword of the morning because it was one of the only times he ever felt his father was proud of him but it had also been 80 years since the last sotm and he knows his father was antsy for house dayne to be notable again and arthur hates that it’s less to do with him as a son and more because he’s a convenient excuse

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anonymous asked:

dating ben would include ? there's so little content for him

  • even though you’re an AK you’re not of ‘royal blood’ so you do get some backlash about the two of you being together 

    • which hurts a lot because you can’t help but think about how accepting the people were of mal

    • but ben doesn’t really care what the people say, the way he feels about you is stronger and better than how he felt about mal and that’s all that matters to him

  • cute lil horseback riding & picnic dates to get away from all of the craziness in your lives

  • ben always putting his crown on your head because it’s too big and it falls down over your eyes and every time it happens you pout at him

    • and he just m e l t s because you look so adorable and he doesn’t understand how he’s lucky enough to have you all to himself.

  • ben getting jealous when other people mainly chad flirt with you 

    • i mean like, growling in the back of his throat, digging his nails into his palms, rapid breathing, the whole nine yards

  • lots of walks in the woods hand-in-hand 

    • and no matter what carlos said he never caught the two of you making out against a tree

      • there wasn’t a second time either

        • or a third

  • tons of physical contact

    • especially when someone comes and interrupts the two of you

      • the whole ‘backwards hugging’ thing like his chest pressed against your back with his arms around you and his chin resting on your head and he just carries on whatever important conversation he’s having like you’re not even there 

    • s  o   m  u  c  h   k  i  s  s  i  n  g

      • anything ranging from quick pecks on the forehead to full blown make outs

        • he usually saves those for when you guys are alone

  • he’s got some reservations about saying i love you lowkey because of his relationship with mal

    • you know this, but you tell him you love him anyway

      • “Y/N you know how things ended with Mal…I care about you a lot but I don’t know if I’m re-”

      • “you don’t need to be. take your time. until you’re ready i’ll say it enough for the both of us.”

        • he says it back like three days later bc he’s ben and he really is in love with you and he doesn’t care about anything other than the fact that he’s finally found someone who loves him for him

  • even though he doesn’t play tourney anymore bc of his king stuff you still wear his jersey around school

    • and then sometimes your wearing that and only that while walking around his room and ben is pretty sure he died and went to heaven.

  • laying down on his bed, lips pressed together with breathless exchanges of ‘i love you’ and ‘i love you more’ between kisses sprinkled with smiles and gentle touches

  • 3 am conversations that usually consist of him talking about the change he’s going to bring to auradon and you just being proud of the man the love of your life is turning into
Sansa Stark and "Good Queen" Alysanne Targaryen parallels

Ok so I read this post the other day and was really intrigued by the theory. Obviously, as the big Jonsa trash I am, I decided to search for yet another set of parallels. Let me tell you, I was not disappointed.

The first and most obvious parallel is their names. Alysanne and Sansa/Alayne are very similar in terms of writing and pronunciation both (regardless of your accent, the syllables are alike all the same).

  • Alayne + Sansa = Aly San Ne = Alysanne

Next come their physical appearance. Here is a passage describing Alysanne:

  • Tall and straight, unbowed by time, she had high cheekbones, clear blue eyes. […] Alysanne was slim of waist and small of breast, with a long neck, a fair complexion, a high forehead. - So Spake Martin, June 2006

.And here are some describing Sansa:

  • “And at Winterfell, Sansa was a little girl with auburn hair. My daughter is a maiden tall and fair, and her hair is chestnut. Men see what they expect to see, Alayne.“ - AFFC, Alayne I
  • Sansa had gotten their mother's fine high cheekbones and the thick auburn hair of the Tullys. - AGOT, Arya I* “You have your mother’s eyes. Honest eyes, and innocent. Blue as a sunlit sea. When you are a little older, many a man will drown in those eyes.“ - AFFC, Sansa I
  • Sansa Stark looked especially lovely this morning, though her face was as pale as milk- ACOK, Tyrion VI

The similarities are not only physical though, for these women also share some personality traits. 

  • His queen, Alysanne, was also well loved throughout the realm, being both beautiful and high-spirited, as well as charming and keenly intelligent. - TWOIAF, The Targaryen Kings: Jaehaerys I

Alysanne was a good and well loved queen which is exactly the kind of monarch Sansa aspires to be.

  • "The only way to keep your people loyal is to make certain they fear you more than they do the enemy.” “I will remember, Your Grace,” said Sansa, though she had always heard that love was a surer route to the people’s loyalty than fear. If I am ever a queen, I’ll make them love me- ACOK, Sansa VI

She is charming and excell at courtesies, which help her win the respect and sympathy of the people around her despite them, for the most part, being her and her family’s ennemies.

  • Tyrion led Sansa around the yard, to perform the necessary courtesies. She is good at this, he thought, as he watched her tell Lord Gyles that his cough was sounding better, compliment Elinor Tyrell on her gown, and question Jalabhar Xho about wedding customs in the Summer Isles. His cousin Ser Lancel had been brought down by Ser Kevan, the first time he’d left his sickbed since the battle. He looks ghastly. Lancel’s hair had turned white and brittle, and he was thin as a stick. Without his father beside him holding him up, he would surely have collapsed. Yet when Sansa praised his valor and said how good it was to see him getting strong again, both Lancel and Ser Kevan beamed. She would have made Joffrey a good queen and a better wife if he’d had the sense to love her. - ASOS, Tyrion VIII

Beautiful,

  • “At the Hand’s tourney, don’t you remember? You rode a white courser, and your armor was a hundred different kinds of flowers. You gave me a rose. A red rose. You threw white roses to the other girls that day.” It made her flush to speak of it. “You said no victory was half as beautiful as me." Ser Loras gave her a modest smile. ”I spoke only a simple truth, that any man with eyes could see.“ - ASOS, Sansa I

well-educated (the most expected trait in a queen)

  • The queen took Sansa’s hand in both of hers. "Child, do you know your letters?” Sansa nodded nervously. She could read and write better than any of her brothers, although she was hopeless at sums. - AGOT, Sansa IV
  • Sansa could sew and dance and sing. She wrote poetry. She knew how to dress. She played the high harp and the bells. - AGOT, Arya I

and intelligent.

  • Sansa hesitated a moment. “You gave Lord Nestor the Gates of the Moon to be certain of his support." "I did,” Petyr admitted, “but our rock is a Royce, which is to say he is overproud and prickly. […] She nodded. "The signature … you might have had Lord Robert put his hand and seal to it, but instead …” “… I signed myself, as Lord Protector. Why?” “So … if you are removed, or … or killed …" ”… Lord Nestor’s claim to the Gates will suddenly be called into question. I promise you, that is not lost on him. It was clever of you to see it. Though no more than I’d expect of mine own daughter.“ - AFFC, Sansa I

Both started to occupy an important political seat at a young age, Alysanne as Queen of the Seven Kingdoms at 14 and Sansa/Alayne as the de facto Lady of the Eyrie at 13 (/Lady of Winterfell in s6 at 18) and held/holds some influence over their male counterparts (Jaehaerys/Littlefinger and Sweetrobin(/Jon in s6)).

  • Some said that she ruled the realm as much as the king did, and there was some truth to that. It was at her behest that King Jaehaerys at last forbade the right of the First Night, despite the many lords who jealously guarded it. - TWOIAF, The Targaryen Kings: Jaehaerys I
  • It was clever. The tourney, the prizes, the winged knights, it had all been her own notion. […] And no sooner did she tell Petyr her idea than he went out and made it happen- TWOW, Alayne I* “Any child of ours would be baseborn. Only a trueborn child of House Arryn can displace Ser Harrold as your heir. My father will find a proper wife for you, some highborn girl much prettier than me. You’ll hunt and hawk together, and she’ll give you her favor to wear in tournaments. Before long, you will have forgotten me entirely.” “I won’t!” “You will.** You must.” Her voice was firm, but gentle. “The Lord of the Eyrie can do as he likes. Can’t I still love you, even if I have to marry her?** Ser Harrold has a common woman. Benjicot says she’s carrying his bastard.”_ - TWOW, Alayne I _

You think it’s a lot already? Wait to read the last two parallels. 

Alysanne had five siblings (Rhaena, Aegon, Viserys, Jaehaerys and Vaella) and so does Sansa (Robb, Jon, Arya, Bran and Rickon).

Alysanne married her eldest surviving brother, King Jaehaerys I Targaryen. Jon Snow is Sansa's eldest surviving "brother”, the King in the North as well as a Targaryen whose birth name might be Jaehaerys (the Ashford Tourney Theory goes hand-in-hand with this one).

tl:dr: Alysanne Targaryen and Sansa Stark:

  • Have names who sound alike (Alayne + Sansa = Alysanne).* Have high cheekbones, blue eyes and a fair complexion. 
  • Are tall.
  • Are beautiful.
  • Are charming and intelligent. 
  • Inspire love rather than fear.
  • Are influencial rulers/advisors.
  • Have strong ties to the Night’s Watch (s6 only for Sansa).
  • Have five siblings.
  • Married/might marry their eldest surviving brother, a Targaryen (as per the Ashford Tourney Theory).
The Mountain versus the Hound

Anonymous asked: I love your writing! Can I have a Sandor x reader where the reader is given to Gregor as a wife to be and she’s not happy but is keeping quiet . Sandor loves her so wants to put an end to the arrangement and at a tourney gives her a favour (like loras with Sansa) and maybe the finals between the two brothers and he wins and she kisses him?

I do not own Sandor or Gregor. They belong to George R.R.Martin.

Warnings: Mentions of forced betrothal, slight violence and FLUFF!

Pairings: Sandor Clegane x fem!reader x slight!Gregor Clegane.

Originally posted by thelordofthethroness

Sandor was furious. Once again, his brother was awarded something he never should have been. That wasn’t why he was angry, however. Sandor’s rage was caused by the fact that Gregor had been given yet another wife. Normally, it wouldn’t have mattered to him, except this time, Gregor’s wife was going to be someone Sandor knew. The one person he loved, but was afraid to admit. You.

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(this is wildly a jumbled mess and I apologize for my rambling thoughts)

Continuing off of this post and my love of repeating history:

the tourney at Ashford

for those not familiar with this event, the tourney at Ashford was held in order to celebrate the 13th birthday of the namesake Lord’s daughter, the Lady Ashford. In this tourney, the knights would joust each other for the honor of being her champion and, at the end, the final champion would decide if she was to remain the queen of love and beauty (sound familiar?)

The five knight who ended up, at one point or another, being her champions were:

1. Lyonel Baratheon
2. Leo Tyrell
3. Tybolt Lannister
4. Humphrey Hardyng
5. Valarr Targaryen

A common theory is that this list is a list for the men Sansa will either be married or betrothed to, which means that Sansa will end the series married to a Targaryen (either f!Aegon or Jon, depending on who is telling the theory)

I propose something slightly different

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anonymous asked:

so rhaegar and lyanna lust or love or neither?

Hey there!

Love or lust? That’s a hard one to answer, because as with most ASOIAF things, there’s no simple black and white answer: it was definitely both.  Lust at first, stolen glances, probably small smirks and reveries at Lyanna’s fiery, wolfish tendencies, her ferocity.  The Knight of the Laughing Tree story is one of our biggest hints at Rhaegar and Lyanna’s relationship, although I would argue R+L=J’s love story is etched out across all of Ned’s AGOT chapters, also.  

“The Knight of the Laughing Tree had vanished. The king was wroth, and even sent his son the dragon prince to seek the man, but all they ever found was his painted shield, hanging abandoned in a tree. It was the dragon prince who won that tourney in the end.“

Bran II, ASOS


Without a doubt, KOTL is Lyanna, and this was the imprint; Rhaegar had to have met her this way.  The missing links are just between the lines, and we as readers are so close to uncovering them. (Also, I don’t doubt that Bran will get to see a vision of KOTL at some point in future books – the penny is in the air, and the penny has to drop eventually.)  

What can we glean from Rhaegar meeting Lyanna?  


 "None offered a name, but he marked their faces well so he could revenge himself upon them later. They shoved him down every time he tried to rise, and kicked him when he curled up on the ground. But then they heard a roar. ‘That's my father's man you’re kicking,’ howled the she-wolf.”

Bran II, ASOS

Rhaegar chose Lyanna on an honor basis alone – which, funnily enough, highlights the Dragon’s Honor, but we’ll slide past that.  Did he fall in love with her right away?  No, there was a certain amusement, I’m sure.  If you believe the theory that Rhaegar was meeting her to carry her to safety before Aerys could get to her like I, and most, do, then you may gain something from parallels in Jon chapters —

It happened twice more that night, and again in the morning, when she woke to find him hard. The wildlings were stirring by then, and several could not help but notice what was going on beneath the pile of furs. Jarl told them to be quick about it, before he had to throw a pail of water over them. Like a pair of rutting dogs, Jon thought afterward. Was that what he’d become? I am a man of the Night’s Watch, a small voice inside insisted, but every night it seemed a little fainter, and when Ygritte kissed his ears or bit his neck, he could not hear it at all. Was this how it was for my father? he wondered. Was he as weak as I am, when he dishonored himself in my mother’s bed?

Jon III, ASOS

 Many a night he lay with Ygritte warm beside him, wondering if his lord father had felt this confused about his mother, whoever she had been.

Jon V, ASOS

“Was he as weak as I am, when he dishonored himself in my mother’s bed?

Rhaegar absolutely tossed and turned through their ‘adventure’, through the two of them being on the run.  He absolutely lied there and wondered, “what am I doing? Did I make the right choice?” Whether it was prophecy or love.

And I’m sure Lyanna didn’t make it easy on him.  Again, we’re told of how willful she is, how she reminds Ned of Arya daily, and how Jon was reminded of Arya in Ygritte at times.

“It has a name, does it?” Her father sighed. “Ah, Arya. You have a wildness in you, child. ‘The wolf blood,’ my father used to call it. Lyanna had a touch of it, and my brother Brandon more than a touch. It brought them both to an early grave.” Arya heard sadness in his voice; he did not often speak of his father, or of the brother and sister who had died before she was born. “Lyanna might have carried a sword, if my lord father had allowed it. You remind me of her sometimes. You even look like her.”

Arya II, AGOT

So that brings us to the harder parts.  When did it turn? Because it did.  It turned from lust and passion to love.

“I was with her when she died,” Ned reminded the king. “She wanted to come home, to rest beside Brandon and Father.” He could hear her still at times. Promise me, she had cried, in a room that smelled of blood and roses. Promise me, Ned. The fever had taken her strength and her voice had been faint as a whisper, but when he gave her his word, the fear had gone out of his sister’s eyes. Ned remembered the way she had smiled then, how tightly her fingers had clutched his as she gave up her hold on life, the rose petals spilling from her palm, dead and black. After that he remembered nothing. They had found him still holding her body, silent with grief. The little crannogman, Howland Reed, had taken her hand from his. Ned could recall none of it. “I bring her flowers when I can,” he said. “Lyanna was … fond of flowers.”

Eddard I


Rapists and kidnappers don’t often bring their ‘victims’ flowers, and Lyanna died in a room full of flowers- her favorite flowers, specifically.  Dead rose petals spiraling out of her hands.  Her, grasping onto them, holding on for dear life as the life passed out of her. (Kidnapping my ass.)

“The Others take your honor!” Robert swore. “What did any Targaryen ever know of honor? Go down into your crypt and ask Lyanna about the dragon’s honor!”

“You avenged Lyanna at the Trident,” Ned said, halting beside the king. Promise me, Ned, she had whispered.

Eddard II

He could still hear Sansa pleading, as Lyanna had pleaded once.

Eddard IV

Her eyes burned, green fire in the dusk, like the lioness that was her sigil. “The night of our wedding feast, the first time we shared a bed, he called me by your sister’s name. He was on top of me, in me, stinking of wine, and he whispered Lyanna.”

Ned Stark thought of pale blue roses, and for a moment he wanted to weep. “I do not know which of you I pity most.”

Eddard XII

For those interested in a more detailed read that helps analyze R+L=J, I STRONGLY recommend trying a Ned only POV read through in AGOT.  It embellishes on many details- how Ned regards certain people, how he behaves whenever Robert mentions Rhaegar or Lyanna, how he stiffens, how he immediately pushes it away.

He pities Robert and Cersei, because the two people they ‘wanted’ more than anything were together and very much in love.  

Cersei x female!reader...

Imagine being the sister to Rhaegar Targaryen and having a moment with Cersei Lannister after Rhaegar turns her down.

((I went ahead and put this one shot in pre-Robert’s Rebellion so I could have more free reign with it. Also, the request asked for smut but….once I got so far into it I liked how it was without the smut and, also, I have several other Cersei x Female!reader smut requests that after all of them they’d be about the same so…just some fluff and such for this one. ))

Word Count: 1,783

Warnings: None

“She’s at it again,” just though four words from your handmaiden’s mouth made you groan and turn to watch as Cersei Lannister, the daughter to your Father’s Hand of the King, heading across the court yard to where your brother, the Prince of Dragonstone, stood with Arthur Dayne and Jon Connington. “I don’t understand why she continues to do this. Everyone knows Prince Rhaegar and you are to be wed soon enough,”

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Drabble

I am no writer but I felt inspired by the attached GOTS7 picture and this Jon POV came out of me.

The crypts. I felt a strong pull to visit before leaving for the South and I reasoned it was because I didn’t know how long I could be away that I sought a quiet moment before my Father and my brothers Robb and Rickon.  

As I passed by Lyanna’s Stark’s tomb on my way out, I couldn’t help but stand before it. I was in deep thought trying to recall specifics I heard about her during my youth that I hadn’t notice Lord Petyr Baelish entering the crypts.

“I saw her once,” Lord Baelish said, his voice breaking the peace, “at the Tourney of Harrenhal. I was only a boy then so I didn’t understand how a man could love a woman so much he would let the world burn like I do now.”

I immediately felt myself tense. I did not want to talk to him and he was standing next to me.

“Sansa is as much Winterfell’s blue winter rose they say Lyanna Stark was.” Lord Baelish, noticing my desire to leave, continued, “Please your Grace, I wish to speak to you about my love for her and my desire to mar … … …”

At that very moment something inside me exploded. A swirl of emotions took over which was mostly a lot of anger and jealousy. I pushed that thought somewhere deep inside me as I didn’t want it to leave my mind and into the crypts while this man was standing next to me. But then I realized that Lord Baelish was no longer standing where I last saw him but was against the wall with my hand squeezing at his throat.

I growled, “Does Sansa feel the same?”

I kept thinking of how her sentiments rarely showed in public. I remembered Sansa telling me that only fools trusted Littlefinger but I also had seen how he always seemed to be not far from her, much to my displeasure. I didn’t know what to make of it especially after this confession.

I spat, “Stay away from her” just before tightening my grip a little more to emphasize my message. Deciding then that I needed to find her to get answers I released him but not before shoving him further into the wall as if to make him disappear into it.

I walked out of the crypts with no idea where to start looking and found myself on foot with such determination on my face that anyone who crossed by path moved out of my way. I had no knowledge of where I could find her and yet at the same time I knew that to be untrue because for some time now we have been tethered with an unspoken connection.

I found her in the Godswood, sitting near the Weirwood tree with her beautiful hair contrasting against the leaves and against the snow flurries falling from the sky.

Sansa looked over at me and stood up, “Are you looking for me to say goodbye?”

I ignored her question and walked right up to her with a different swirl of emotions than before and without forewarning I informed her, “Littlefinger loves you.”

She looked deep into my eyes, and gave me the most beautiful smile and I felt myself relax; smiling back at her when she said, “Does he now?”

The Stallion and the Queen

Written for Day 9 of Jon x Sansa Fanfiction’s 15 Days of Valentine’s challenge.  Companion fic to my Day 2 entry (“Silver Bright the Moon”) and my Day 7 entry (“Five Roses for Rickon”).



“Charge, mount, charge!”

The young knight held his lance at the ready and locked his legs around his horse.  The animal responded by tossing its dark mane and neighing loudly, which induced a giggle from one of the ladies sitting in the stands.

However, the rider took no notice.  “Charge!” he ordered again, and this time his mount plunged headlong at the knight’s opponent.  Both horse and lance aimed straight and true.  The knight’s weapon crashed straight into the chest of his opponent, who flopped off of his own mount like a sack of flour.

“Victory!” the young knight whooped.  He held up his lance triumphantly, but in doing so lost his balance and fell clean off his horse.  His lance clattered free of his grasp, and the moment it did, the horse reached down and began tickling him.  The young knight squealed with glee.

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Elia/Rhaegar: An Analysis of their Doomed Romance(Part 1)

Hello! So this is the analysis that I had promised! This will be addressing the reasoning behind my belief that Rhaegar loved Elia romantically through analysis of what little we know about them. I know that it is a rather unpopular opinion so I just felt like I wanted to share my reasoning behind it. 

 I have decided to split up the analysis into different posts because otherwise it would just be way too long.

Part 2 is here: [x] and my response to @murderwifed, a massive and hugely biased hypocrite, can be found here : [x]

 This first part will be addressing the arguments most commonly used to deny the romance between Elia and Rhaegar. I decided to address this first just to get it out of the way so that when I do address reasons for romance between Elia and Rhaegar the train of thought will not be “yeah but ….. [insert argument that I will hopefully address in this post].” 

Okay!

The biggest most common arguments that I have heard are:

 1) If Rhaegar really loved Elia then Barristan would have told Dany. Instead Barristan used the word “fond.” And of course Dany thinks that Rhaegar did not love Elia. 

2) If Rhaegar really loved Elia then he wouldn’t have run away with Lyanna.

3) Rhaegar supposedly said Lyanna’s name when he died. 

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anonymous asked:

Good to know that you support statutory rape and infidelity with the excuse "but the underage 14 year old girl loves the married 24 year old man". I hope your spouse suddenly dumps you for a person half your age and everyone supports them over you and saying its your fault.

😒😒 

It was not statutory rape. Can y’all stop changing their ages? Rhaegar was born in 259 AC, Lyanna in either 266 or 267 AC (we do not know her exact year of birth). The Tourney at Harrenhal happened in 281 AC - when Rhaegar and Lyanna met he was either 21 or 22, and she either 14 or 15. They ran away a year later, making him either 22 or 23 and her either 15 or 16. It is not a big age difference. Daenerys started having sex with Daario when she was 15/16, and Daario is way older than 20. Are you seriously going to say that Daario raped Daenerys and that her consent was dubious? I do not like Daario, but he did not rape Daenerys! Her relation with him was her first consensual relation, despite her being a teenager.

I think you will be surprised by the laws of sexual majority in 2017 across the world. Here you go, enjoy the map. In France for instance, the age of consent is 15 - that means that a teenager of 15 can legally have sex with a person over 18, though of course there are additional regulations and some grey areas in the legislations, related notably to the age difference (15/25 will be more easily accepted than 15/50 for example) and to whether or not the adult held a position of authority over the minor at the time of the sexual relation. A concrete example: the current president of France, Emmanuel Macron, met his wife at high school, when he was 15 and she was 40. They started their relation shortly after they met. This case resulted in an endless debate under every post in the French media about the presidential couple. Those who are pro-Macron argue that he was 15 and that in France he was considered adult enough to consent to sex, and those against Macron argue that his wife was a teacher and therefore in a position of authority over him, making her a sexual abuser (I personally fall into the last category, cause 15/40 is too much of an age difference for me to accept; she even had a child older than Macron). In any case, she never faced legal charges and they are together now for 24 years.

I do not support infidelity but I do support love. Once more, Rhaegar did not love Elia and their marriage was an arranged one. He married her when he was 20 and she was 23, it was a marriage based on duty and not heart. If he fell in love with Lyanna, it was his right to pursue a relation with her, especially since she fell in love with him as well. And Dornish people do not frown upon extramarital affairs. 

Bad For You - Jay x Evie

Okay so anon asked me this - and since they just asked for a Jay x Evie, I decided to combine it with another one that was suggested by evilette-in-training

[BTW evilette YOUR ‘AHEM AHEMS’ HAD ME ROLLING LOL THANK YOU FOR THAT :):):)]

So many Jay x Evie prompts in my ask! Like I said, I will definitely write them all! Just be patient with me :):):)


“That’s the bell!” Jay said enthusiastically, grabbing his bag and swinging it over his shoulder. Carlos was right on his heels, chattering about going to see Dude before the big tourney game tonight. Jay gave his little buddy a smile, rubbing the top of his head to mess up his hair a bit. Carlos didn’t even seem to notice as he bolted from the room and down the school hall towards the stables where Dude stays during the day. Jay casually leaned against the lockers right outside the door, waiting for the ladies.

“I got that too!” Evie exclaimed, practically skipping out into the hall.

“Well I didn’t. I wonder if there is a spell to change the answers…I’ll catch you guys later. I’m gonna meet up with Ben before the game!” Mal said, running off in the direction of Ben’s dorm while waving a hand behind her.

“I’d say we aced that test Evie,” a proud Doug said, throwing his arm around her for an awkward hug while trying to balance his books in his other arm.

Evie hugged back rather tightly, giggling and jumping up and down. She turned around after the brief contact with a dazed Doug and saw Jay leaning against the wall.

“Hey Jay! We were just discussing how well the test went! My study sessions with Doug are really paying off!” Evie squealed again, grabbing Doug’s hand and squeezing it while giving him a knock-out smile. Oblivious to the world around him with Evie in his sights, Doug simply smiled and stared at the dark haired goddess.

“Yeah tests aren’t my strong suit. Tourney is,” Jay said, trying his best to sound bored to hide the anger in his voice.

Evie immediately picked up on his somewhat sour mood. “What’s wrong, Jay?” She asked.

“Nothing. I have a game to get ready for. I’ll see you two love birds later or something,” Jay said, pushing off of the wall and storming down the hall.

“Love birds?!” Evie exclaimed. She stalked off the hall after him, brewing a storm of her own in Jay’s wake. Doug immediately started to follow, which made Evie whip around on her heels with a glare. “I know you mean well and want to help, Doug. But right now this is Island kid Jay. So let me handle this on my own, please,” Evie asked, an edge to her sultry voice.

“I–uh. Okay,” Doug said, immediately caving to her.

“I’ll see you later, at the game!” She called out to him as she continued half running after Jay.

“Jay!” Evie had finally caught up to him. He was almost to the tourney field. She was carrying her heels so that she didn’t break them trying to get to him before he disappeared into the locker room.

“JAY! WILL YOU STOP OR AT LEAST SLOW DOWN?!” Evie yelled at him. To her surprise, Jay halted, and then turned to face her. She came bearing down on him with heels in hand, looking fierce because of her long, dark hair billowing out behind her. “What the hell is your problem?!” She spat out, glaring up at him.

Jay looked at her, taking in Evie’s raw beauty. Her hair was a mess from running after him, and she had a fire in her eyes that she didn’t have as often since leaving the Island. Her makeup was perfect, of course. Tiny beads of sweat rolled down her exposed collarbones, going into hidden areas he wished wouldn’t remain covered forever.

“Jay,” Evie repeated. “What is up with you? You haven’t acted like that since we were on the Island.”

“It’s nothing, Evie,” Jay sighed heavily, turning away to look out across the field.

“Well something is up because you always call me Ev,” She stated plainly, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow. Jay knew that look. That was the look that demanded an answer.

“It’s just…I’m no good,” Jay whispered, looking at his feet and putting a hand on the back of his head.

“What do you mean no good? Jay, I know choosing to do the right thing all of the time is tough, but you can’t just give up. You have to keep trying–”

“No,” Jay cut Evie off. “I meant that I’m no good for you.”

Evie looked stunned. Her eyes got really big, and her mouth popped open as she stared at Jay. He squirmed in her sight, looking from her to the ground and back to the field.

“What–what are you saying, exactly, Jay?” Evie asked, slowly unfolding her arms and looking at the ground.

“I’m bad for you. Doug isn’t. You should be with Doug. I can tell you like him,” Jay started.

“Jay, you don’t even–”

“Don’t deny it. I saw the way you acted around him today after the test. Anyone can see it Evie. You’ve been acting that way around him. You like him,” Jay said. It wasn’t a question, but an observation.

Evie pinched the bridge of her nose with her finger and thumb, closing her eyes. “Jay. Just because I act that way doesn’t mean that I like Doug,” She looked up at him then, letting her hands fall loosely to her sides. “Have you forgotten who raised me? How I was supposed to act around any guy no matter what to try and get him to like me enough to consider marriage? But only if it was to a Prince, mother always said,” Evie trailed off, lost in a memory of her past.

Her eyes snapped to Jay’s, and she took a deliberate step closer to him. “Just because I chose to be good doesn’t mean years of being told to behave that way are just going to wear off.”

Another step closer.

“You may think you are bad for me, Jay,” Evie said seductively. “But you don’t get to choose who I like.”

And with that, she took the last step separating them and kissed him full on the mouth. Jay made a surprised sound, but then greedily deepened the kiss and wrapped his arms around Evie.

They stood like that, lips locked and bodies entwined, until Ben happened along and broke them up.

“This is great, I mean like wow, but uhm, maybe–maybe you shouldn’t do that here? I mean we have a big game starting soon and uhm–J-Jay has to get ready. And uh…technically this isn’t allowed on school grounds but uhm it’s cool. I won’t tell anyone. Except maybe Mal, but I mean she figured this was coming anyways…” Ben rambled.

“We get it dude. Just got lost in the moment,” Jay smiled, winking at Ben.

“Yeah, well, uhm—okay!” Ben clapped his hands together. “Let’s go get ready for this game, huh?” He asked, looking from Evie to Jay with an awkward smile plastered to his face.

Jay shoved him aside, turning back to blow a kiss at Evie. “See ya after, Ev!” He smiled, giving her a wink and a playful lip bite. Evie smiled, waving at the two as they walked towards the field. Evie turned around and saw Mal walking up to her.

“So did I call it or what?” Mal smirked, taking a bite of a strawberry.

“Shut up,” Evie laughed, rolling her eyes and lightly pushing her best friend. They walked arm in arm towards the tourney field along with the rest of the school that was pouring out onto the grounds.

“Took long enough,” Mal said under her breath.

“What was that?” Evie said, pretending to sound annoyed.

“You heard me, it took you two long enough to realize your feelings for each other! Ben and I figured it out weeks ago,” Mal informed her.

“Oh so now you’re an expert in dating?” Evie teased.

“I happen to know a lot about it, thank you very much,” Mal teased right back. “Now, let’s cheer on your man! Haha!”

anonymous asked:

If you're an unwed knight with no lady love you're courting, what's the protocol for naming a Queen of Love and Beauty at a tourney? Do you have to name the noblewoman of highest rank there, like the queen should she be attending? Do you honor the wife or daughters of the host? Should you crown a relative of yours like your mum? Can you throw the flower crown like a bouquet into a group of ladies? If you have a bastard daughter, is it going to get you killed to crown her?

Thanks for the question, Anon.

That’s a good question, and unfortunately one limited by our relatively small pool of known Queens of Love and Beauty. We don’t know how required it is for a knight to honor a woman at a tourney, or how often it actually happens. Only four women were ever named by victors of tourneys as Queens of Love and Beauty - then-Queen Naerys, named by her brother Aemon; then-Princess Rhaella, named by Bonifer Hasty; Lyanna Stark, named by Prince Rhaegar; and Lynesse Hightower, named by Jorah Mormont - though Rhaenyra makes a possible fifth (Gyldayn says that, after the melee at Maidenpool in 104 AC, Ser Criston Cole gave Rhaenyra “the victor’s laurel”, though the archmaester does not explicitly name her Queen of Love and Beauty, and whether the same chivalric rules apply to melees as to jousts are unsettled in our knowledge of Westeros).

That being said, I think a good place to start thinking about this question is the thought Barristan has in ADWD concerning his plans for if he had won at Harrenhal:

Rhaegar had chose Lyanna Stark of Winterfell, Barristan Selmy would have made a different choice. Not the queen, who was not present. Nor Elia of Dorne, though she was good and gentle; had she been chosen, much war and woe might have been avoided. His choice would has been a young maiden not long at court, one of Elia’s companions…though compared to Ashara Dayne, the Dornish princess was a kitchen drab.

There’s a pretty clear calculus in Barristan’s head when thinking about the woman he would have honored: “not the queen”, followed by “nor Elia of Dorne" - that is to say, the crown princess, and with Rhaella the two highest-ranking women in Westeros. Barristan knows the chivalric rules in and out - he had done well in and/or won at least five major jousts/melees before Harrenhal - and so I think we can take his calculus as some baseline on what a knight “should” be thinking when he decides to crown a woman as Queen of Love and Beauty.

It’s sensible, after all, to think first of naming the highest-ranking woman present as Queen of Love and Beauty. On the one hand, it’s part of the game of courtly love: the victorious knight worshiping from afar the unreachable, supreme beauty that is the lady of the castle; the lady herself, at the summit of all vassals’ desires, accepts the strange role reversal - the subservient man and the ruling woman - while still remaining untouchable. There is, however, a more practical benefit than merely this amusing ideal. To suggest that another woman exceeds the highest-ranking lady there upsets this courtly balance, and may subsequently be seen as an insult - and in a land where personal relationships and gestures are so key to political decisions, a courtly insult to a high-ranking woman might effectively shut out a knight from great lordly favor, especially depending on how high the woman’s rank and how lowly the knight.

Now, that being said, there is some room for maneuverability within that calculus, depending on both the knight himself and the context of the tourney. Would, for example, Barristan Selmy’s naming Ashara Dayne the Queen of Love and Beauty at Harrenhal have been cause for sensation, even with Princess Elia present? I tend to think not: Ashara might have come below the princess she served in rank (although not so far - she was still a lady companion to the crown princess, after all), but she was not betrothed to any man, and Barristan himself, as a member of the Kingsguard, was (at least supposedly) celibate and wed only to his duty, so it may have seemed only a chaste acknowledgement of Ashara's evident beauty (and, as I’ll talk about in a second, there can be strong romantic/sexual overtones to the naming of a Queen of Love and Beauty). Conversely, Bran’s remembered story about Aemon the Dragonknight suggests that either King Aegon IV himself or (perhaps if Aegon had gotten too obese to joust) his loyal noble flunkies desired to crown Aegon’s current mistress as Queen of Love and Beauty; this would ordinarily be a gross violation of chivalric rules - crowning a mistress in front of a wife and queen - but was permitted, even encouraged, in the lascivious court of the Unworthy King. We don’t know if Queen Aemma was present for that meleee at Maidenpool, but even if she had been it might not have seemed so unorthodox for Criston Cole to offer her daughter, rather than the queen herself, the laurel: Rhaenyra was the Realm’s Delight, the courtiers’ pet, doted upon by all, including her royal father; Criston, no fool, might have supposed that honoring the king’s much-favored daughter would be a means of advancing his own standing in the king’s eyes.  

As I mentioned, though, there can often be an implicit romantic/sexual message contained in the choice of the Queen of Love and Beauty. Winning that crown gives a knight the chance to single out a woman in a great crowd of nobility as particularly beautiful and desirable, and for an unmarried man, such a move might be the first step toward declaring an interest in betrothing himself to this woman. It’s no coincidence, I think, that Lord Ashford threw his infamous tourney to celebrate his maiden daughter’s thirteenth nameday (a traditional age for betrothals among highborn maids) and made her the initial queen of love and beauty: doubtless he was hoping that the eventual winner, instead of declaring a new queen, would confirm her as Queen of Love and Beauty, perhaps even think of her as a potential bride. Jorah’s case is a more obvious example, with Jorah not only singling out the Maiden of Oldtown for the honor but then using his winning to ask for her hand. Moreover, I think it needs little repeating how wildly rule-breaking Rhaegar’s actions were at the Tourney of Harrenhal: as crown prince and a seeming living embodiment of chivalry, he passed over his own wife (the crown princess, no less, to go back to the first point) and honored the fiancée of his future bannerman, the Lord of Storm’s End - perhaps appearing, to the onlookers, as though he were offering to make Lyanna his official mistress.  

In terms of some of the specific scenarios suggested … maybe, depending on what the champion wanted to say with his gesture. Tourneys, after all, are public stages for the nobility, a rare opportunity for a good number of different Houses to gather in a single place; at the moment when a Queen of Love and Beauty is named, a knight has a singular chance to have all eyes focused on him and his actions. Maybe, for example, a young (and unmarried) lord who had just come out of his regency would offer the crown to his mother, in testament to her importance as his regent (though some onlookers might wonder why he did not have his eye on any of the eligible women who would certainly be present). On a related note, I could see where Brandon Stark might have chosen his sister had he won the day at Harrenhal, and the choice not have been a scandaous one: with his Tully fiancée probably not present, the sister of whom he seemed to be fond was a natural choice, reinforcing the closeness of the Stark clan (and with Aemon, there is precedent for a brother honoring a sister). A bastard daughter would be much harder - a champion would be risking offending every woman of noble rank present by placing a bastard above them, even in the symbolic context of a tourney crowning - though in a very debauched court like that of Aegon IV (not his precisely, since Aegon seemed to care little for his bastard daughters, but one like it), perhaps such a gesture would not have seemed so scandalous. I doubt, however, that any knight would have merely tossed the crown into a crowd, again given the uniqueness of this opportunity to send a message (unless his only options were undesirable to him, but then I can think of better gestures he could make - say, piously declaring at his victory that he would grant the crown only to the Maiden, fairest of all women).

Suffice to say, I think the crowning of the Queen of Love and Beauty depends on both the knight and the context of the tourney. Who is he - as exalted as a prince, or as lowly as a hedge knight looking to make a name for himself as a tourney champion? Who is present among the ladies, and what is the champion’s relationship to the greatest of them? Is the champion married, and if so is his wife present? Most of all, what sort of message does that knight want to send to the assembled nobility? The answers to these questions would determine what he did with the all-important crown.

The Queen Regent (NFriel)

Descendants Jaylos Hospital AU
  • Jay is a professional Tourney player who gets into a horrific car accident that costs him his leg. In spite of all this, he remains cocky, friendly, and extremely active, though you can obviously tell that he’s hurting from the fact that he can’t play anymore and every time he’s reminded of his lost leg, it really hurts, more than that crash did.
  • Mal is the ER trauma surgeon who saves his life, and ends up becoming his doctor after she starts coordinating with
  • Carlos, the hospital’s local prosthetist who’s working on athlete/military level robot limbs to help the disabled out and just generally improve the world of artificial limbs for everybody.
  • Mal still has serious baggage from her mother practically forcing her into Medicine, and at the last second, she went from “money, fame, and prestige” cosmetic surgeon to trauma surgery and reconstructive surgery because she wants to help people that actually NEED surgery, not procedures that are born out of insecurity and negative self-images or simple vanity
  • Carlos is cheerful, happy, and playful, but he’s still also got TONS of trauma from his life growing up with Cruella, a still-famous fashion designer who treated her one-night stand mistake as an outright slave till he finally broke out of it with the help of
  • Evie, local rich girl and supermodel, altruist and MASSIVE donator to the hospital. The press and her enemies keep trying to paint her as shallow and doing it all for the positive PR but she really does care
  • The two of them have basically adopted Dude, one of the hospital’s therapy animals, as their own and Carlos spends as much time as he can in the legally sanctioned areas (can’t have pet dander or fur in sterile environments or allergic patients)
  • ONTO THE JAYLOS
  • Jay and Carlos first bond over a mutual love of sports and a discussion of if they can make a leg that is powerful enough to kick through six inches of concrete with one blow
  • Then they start bonding over Jay’s struggles to recover from the amputation, constantly testing and tweaking his leg, making it better and better
  • Then, when night comes, and they’re all dead tired from all the failures, they start discussing their lives, their interests, and discover they’re both from PRETTY terrible childhoods
  • In Jay’s case, he had a dad (Jafar) who was a pretty shady businessman and constantly used his son as leverage or a means to outright steal parts, and later on, hijack cars to chop shops until he got arrested, and one of the police officers noted his great athletic skill during the chase
  • Which is to say, he managed to outmaneuver a police car through a mix of running and parkour
  • Because he is also the son of the mayor and a pretty powerful, influential man (he’s Ben), he gets Jay bailed out and gives him a second chance by putting him on the station’s Tourney team
  • It all goes up from there to today until the car crash.
  • They don’t really realize they’re falling in love with each other until one day Evie casually swoons about how cute Carlos and him are together
  • Jay realizes it when Mal angrily yells at them to just furiously make out already, the unresolved sexual tension is killing her
  • The two of them suddenly become horribly awkward and flustered and adorable because oh wow I never knew how cute you were when you get riled up on robots or how muscular those abs of yours still are despite the lack of exercise these past few months
  • Mal and Evie take it upon themselves to be their fairy godmothers and hook them up

The Descendants of Ice and Fire

Daenerys I.

When I first met Jon Stark, he came to my nameday celebration in Summerhall. He was so handsome. Tall, dark haired and dark eyed. He was the heir to Winterfell. It was strange because sometimes it feels as if we’ve known each other all our lives when we’ve only just met. He took part in the Grand Tourney and when he was declared champion, he rode to my side and placed the crown of blue roses on my lap. I became his Queen of Love and Beauty. I knew then that this man will be my future husband, my chosen consort. My governess laughs. Because both our names just seem too much of a coincidence. Like it was destined.

“It would be like the Jon the Great and his Queen, Daenerys Stormborn…” Bernice says.

I smiled to myself. It’s not really a bad thing then. They were my ancestors and coincidentally they were Jon Stark’s ancestors too because Princess Lyanna who was the daughter of Jon the Great had married the Lord of Winterfell over two hundred years ago and Jon is their direct descendant. And I’m Lyanna’s direct descendant too as my great grandfather Aegon VI was the son of Tatiana Stark.

Family trees are strange things. Oh but how nice it would be if I’ll end up having a Love as great as my legendary ancestors. I used to stare at the painting of them in the halls of Summerhall’s Grand Palace where I grew up. I have read the “A Song of Ice and Fire” written by Grand Maester Samwell Tarly many times that I know the story by heart. And I’ve seen their beautiful tomb in Dragonstone. It’s been over two hundred years and their love story feels like it could last forever.

I just love reading Meera’s (secondhand) account of the Tourney at Harrenhal, it must be one of my favorite ~blasts to the past~ in the whole series. This bit in particular is my favorite:

“None offered a name, but he marked their faces well so he could revenge himself upon them later. They shoved him down every time he tried to rise, and kicked him when he curled up on the ground. But then they heard a roar. ‘That’s my father’s man you’re kicking, howled the she-wolf.”

“A wolf on four legs, or two?”

“Two,” said Meera. “The she-wolf laid into the squires with a tourney sword, scattering them all. The crannogman was bruised and bloodied, so she took him back to her lair to clean his cuts and bind them up with linen. There he met her pack brothers: the wild wolf who led them, the quiet wolf beside him, and the pup who was youngest of the four.

“That evening there was to be a feast in Harrenhal, to mark the opening of the tourney, and the she-wolf insisted that the lad attend. He was of high birth, with as much a right to a place on the bench as any other man. She was not easy to refuse, this wolf maid, so he let the young pup find him garb suitable to a king’s feast, and went up to the great castle.

I MEAN. How could Lyanna know that’s her father’s man? She’s 14 years old, probably minding her own business, and she comes across three squires viciously beating another man, and she jumps to his defense, claiming that’s her father’s man. And maybe she did know that he was, maybe she heard how these squires were “cursing him for a frogeater” and she understood that was a crannogman, and maybe she didn’t. Yet there she was, a witness to this injustice, and she scares all three squires away with all the wrath a teenaged girl can muster.

Then everything afterward is just a string of kind and noble acts; she tends to Howland Reed’s wounds herself, she introduces him to her brothers, she insists that he sit with them in the feast. Then she asks him to point out the squires who beat him, Benjen tells him he can get him a horse and a suit of armor, and Ned offers him a place to sleep in his tent.

I am staunchly a “Lyanna was the Knight of the Laughing Tree” believer, and I cannot see it any other way. Howland is hesitant, thoughtful, mulls over the subject of jousting for himself. Benjen is young, clearly willing to offer assistance but not prepared to exact revenge on his own. Lyanna, however– Lyanna bore witness to his pain and humiliation, and it’s Lyanna who risks all (once again) to restore her new friend’s honor.

All of this makes Howland’s presence at the Tower of Joy so poignant. Howland Reed could have gone home, but instead he rides to save the girl who would have done– had already done –the same for him.

(i have my own headcanon that Howland swore fealty to Lyanna after the tourney; he laid his frog spear at her feet, knelt for her, and swore his faithfulness to her by earth and water, by bronze and iron, by ice and fire).

(Lyanna laughs, commands him to rise, and says that one day, she hopes to see him again.)

(He does see her again, two years later, in a round tower that smelled of blood and roses.)

anonymous asked:

tbh, I always subscribed to Brandon being the father of Ashara's stillborn. But your thoughts on Ned x Ashara have made me reconsider. It creates a more tragic and complicated tale, while adding depth to Ned. I also like how it makes Jon not just Lyanna's ghost to Ned, but the bastard that he did have (and lost). By giving Jon that identity (Ned Stark's Bastard) he is almost repenting for his tragic past.

That is a big part of why I take this position: the Daynes have absolutely zero reason to give a shit about Brandon Stark - a betrothed man who was never going to take care of Ashara when she got pregnant, a man they likely never met given the timeline of his capture vis-a-vis the Tourney of Harrenhal. 

But Ned’s story is undeniably tragic - star-crossed lovers divided by civil war; True Love vs. Family, Duty, Honor;  untimely death caused by miscommunication, etc. So you have a sense of why the Daynes would care, and why Ned would freak out in AGOT when he hears Ashara’s name - remember, she doesn’t threaten R+L=J. If anything, Ashara’s a good smokescreen to distract people from the truth. But Ned gets uncharacteristically emotional about it, I think because it hits on a different sore spot.

And I agree, there’s almost no way that Ned wouldn’t have seen a parallel between his dead daughter and his “bastard son” coming into and out of the world so closely together. 

steamboatclusie  asked:

I've been waiting for the next book in ASOIAF to come out and have been going over "what ifs" out of boredom. In one of Ned's chapters, Renly mentions something about Margery looking like Lyanna and it had something to do with Renly attempting to sway Robert somehow? And I think he brings it up again when he's talking to Stannis in the second book. I was hoping you could shed some light on Renly's plot. I was confused as to his endgame with that plan. Opinions?

I could have sworn I’ve answered this already, but it’s not in my posts at all. (edit: oh right, it was on someone else’s blog.) Anyway, the text you’re referring to:

Ned was not sure what to make of Renly, with all his friendly ways and easy smiles. A few days past, he had taken Ned aside to show him an exquisite rose gold locket. Inside was a miniature painted in the vivid Myrish style, of a lovely young girl with doe’s eyes and a cascade of soft brown hair. Renly had seemed anxious to know if the girl reminded him of anyone, and when Ned had no answer but a shrug, he had seemed disappointed. The maid was Loras Tyrell’s sister Margaery, he’d confessed, but there were those who said she looked like Lyanna. “No,” Ned had told him, bemused. Could it be that Lord Renly, who looked so like a young Robert, had conceived a passion for a girl he fancied to be a young Lyanna? That struck him as more than passing queer.

—AGOT, Eddard VI

“Have you seen Mace Tyrell’s boy? The Knight of Flowers, they call him. Now there’s a son any man would be proud to own to. Last tourney, he dumped the Kingslayer on his golden rump, you ought to have seen the look on Cersei’s face. I laughed till my sides hurt. Renly says he has this sister, a maid of fourteen, lovely as a dawn…”

—Robert Baratheon, AGOT, Eddard VII

Sighing, Renly half turned in the saddle. “What am I to do with this brother of mine, Brienne? He refuses my peach, he refuses my castle, he even shunned my wedding…”
“We both know your wedding was a mummer’s farce. A year ago you were scheming to make the girl one of Robert’s whores.”
“A year ago I was scheming to make the girl Robert’s queen,” Renly said, “but what does it matter? The boar got Robert and I got Margaery.”

—ACOK, Catelyn III

It’s pretty straightforward. Renly didn’t care for the stranglehold the Lannisters had on his brother and the kingdom, what with Tywin being owed millions of gold, Cersei as queen, and Lannister appointees everywhere (including two of Robert’s squires). Renly was also aware of how Robert and Cersei didn’t get along, and it’s also very likely that he suspected the truth about the parentage of Cersei’s children. At the very least he probably guessed their father was not Robert.

So when Renly met his lover Loras’s younger sister, and saw how pretty she was… and he knew that the Tyrells were one of the few families rich and powerful enough to stand up to the Lannisters… well, he planned to bring Margaery to King’s Landing so that she would become Robert’s mistress. With all probability he could even convince Robert to set aside Cersei and take Margaery as queen instead. (Basically an Anne Boleyn plot.) So Renly had this portrait of Margaery painted, and told Robert about her beauty, and even said that she might look like Lyanna, to further appeal to Robert. (Note “a maid of fourteen” is what Lyanna was when Robert last saw her.)

But before the plan could really get moving and Margaery could come to King’s Landing, Cersei’s own plan went into action, and Robert was killed by the boar. So after fruitlessly trying to convince Ned to side with him, Renly got the hell out of King’s Landing before the Lannister coup, went to Highgarden where he married Margaery, and then declared himself king, with all the wealth and armies of the Reach supporting him.

I hope that helps!