A Tale of Ashes and Horns
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A Tale of Ashes and Horns
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 (Out Now) Part 4 (Coming Soon)
Tempest: Maekar x Fem. Blackfyre (Coming Soon) UNTITLED: Baelor x Dany (Coming Soon)
AKOTSK Dragon
A Tale of Ashes and Horns // Chapter 3
Pairing: Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane x Baratheon OC
Summary: In the halls of Winterfell, Alayna reflects on her place in the world as she navigates the expectations set upon her and what begins as a simple visit to the North, soon starts to feels like the start of something much bigger growing against the horizon.
Note: All rights belong to their respective owners, I don't own these characters, and i am simply inspired by the writing and world creation that the creator made, this is a work of fiction.
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If you were to ask The Realms Bambi how she felt in the halls of Winterfell, she would respond with an answer fit for a princess; That she felt comfort in halls away from home, yet longed for the heat of Kings Landing.
If you asked Alayna Baratheon, she would say that she wanted to go home, that the cold didn’t agree with her - a polite response - yet Baratheon in the nature of letting you know her truth behind such pretty words.
But, If you were to ask Alayna, she wouldn’t answer, as she had yet to make up her mind over the North. She enjoyed how the chill of the halls grazed over her skin like a lovers touch, how the winds howled like the wolf's hiding in the distance. Perhaps even the smell had swayed her decision, how the wet stone smelt as it hit her morning nose, how the yard smelt more pleasant despite the stank of men lingering in the area.
Yet she knew she liked the halls the most.
That she was certain of.
She imagined herself walking along them for hours, fingers tracing the walls as her path was guided by torch light, perhaps even children running along to their father's chambers in the middle of the night when sleep couldn’t catch them.
It was often when she would let her imagination lead her astray from reality, immersing herself with the ideas her mind would conjure up with. Her uncle Renly often claiming she had the dreams similar to her distant ancestors.
Oh how she used to dream of being like them, dreaming up future and past, dreaming of having enough dragon in her to hold magic the way the Targaryen's of old use too. It was in times like these, while the morning light carried through the corridors, where she would disappear from the world till something brought her back.
This time, it just so happens to be the cheerful boom of her father's voice reaching her ears. the worlds crashing back down against her all at once as she focused on the two Kings-guard at the door.
Ser Boros Blount, God she hated the fat cunt. She had always noticed how his eyes would linger on her, though, it wasn’t as bad as she aged into her womanhood, yet she could still feel the heat of his stare against her bosom, her neck would heat with a chill that reached her bones each time.
She watched him linger, his eyes trailing her for a moment before he smirked her a flash of his yellowed teeth, as if he had gotten some sick pleasure knowing that he was in between her getting what she wanted.
“Surely you do not expect me to command you what to do Sir? or as you less trained than a tavern maid?” she bites out as she returns her stare toward the door, she heard his grumbling but she tried to pay it no heed.
‘Never let them see your true emotion, use them the way a man would.’
She kept silent as he opened the door before stepping in before her,
“Your grace, the princess Alayna is here -” he stared to announce before her fathers eyes met hers, his smile brightening even more as he looked at her as she step around Ser Boros to get inside.
“Ally! My dear girl” He roars as he spotted her, she watched for a moment as he moved to stand from his chair at was once formally the lord Starks work chambers. She couldn't help her smile at her father's excitement.
He was the one constant in her life, one of the few joys she felt. It was in the small things she noticed that helped her come to this conclusion, how he would have flowers planted that she would stare at longer than others, how quickly she ate certain foods compared to others and would have them maid more regularly, how she would fidget with her rings whenever she was nervous.
She in-turn grew to notice the small things as he had, and you didn’t have to be Tywin Lannister to notice how his glare of anger and frustration directed towards the Kingsguard who had interrupted him and lingered at the door.
“Was your mother a you fat oaf with the brains of a goat Boros, my daughter -”
“I don't want to marry the Robb” she interrupts. Her heart pounding with anticipation as she watches her father falter in his movements. She watched as he waited for a few moments before waving his hand at Ser Boros, the tensions in the room thicker than the fog rolling over the hills as the royals waited for the door to close.
She was no fool, she knew how powerful the Starks were and how they had plead their loyalty to house Baratheon after the rebellion; her history lessons would have been put to waste if she had forgotten such a fact. She was also aware that loyalty required maintenance. And what better maintenance than a royal marriage.
“Alayna-” He starts, she could hear the strain in his voice as she watched him rub the bridge of his nose. she knew he would fight her, claim that whatever union he would force her to to have would be for the greater good of the realm.
But she'd be damned if she didn’t try to fight him on it.
“He is good and just, I know this. But if-”
“Alayna” he says once more trying to garner her attention. it was the firm warning that made her pause as a girl, how her tears would well in her eyes as she looked up at him scared of his punishing words that would follow only to be coddled by a father her loathed seeing his little fawn cry.
“-you'd let me I would be able to find me own suitor so that-”
“Seven fucks girl you're not wedding the boy” he bellows as his fist meets the hard oak of the table taking her by surprise. She watched as her father face turned red as he shouted at her. Her words falling loose upon her tongue as she looked at her father.
“I don't…" she was speechless as she stared at him, allowing her guard to lower as she did so.
It didn’t make sense, she was a princess, and the young lord made the most sense. perhaps he had planned on wedding her to another lord, a Frey perchance, maybe even the young lord Willas Tyrell, though she doubted he would let any one of his children marry a cripple, no matter how large their armies or vast their resources were.
“Do you remember when you were a girl, when I left for several moons to abolish that idiot Greyjoy rebellion?”
She wasn’t sure where he was going with his words, but she knew better than to deter a man for explaining something to her, no matter how much it pissed her off when they did so.
It was another one of the many lessons she had learned over the many moons her Grandsire hosted her as his ward. How men would assume, that as a women, she were duller than men, and how men of high status would feel more powerful to educate a princess. How most men who felt as though a woman should stay meek and pretty, those who would tell her secrets and attempt to groom her for their own sick longing for power and status.
“You came back with his sword and claimed that all wars were over for as long as you lived.” she says as if urging for more information on memories he clearly replayed over the years.
“Ai, I can remember now, how I made the daft Greyjoy cunt scuttle off to his cave with his slimy tentacle behind him. How I carved in his sons with my hammer” he says almost with reverence, the longing in his voice for the glory days, much like how he would think back on the Trident. “Days would pass were I'd make myself sick thinking about them hurting you, taking you like some common whore”
That made her bristle.
She was barely even seven when the rebellion took place, and knowing that even as a child she wasn’t safe from the sins that a man would bestow on her. The tales of the Greyjoys plunders weren’t for the faint of heart, she knew this from her books, how before the conquerors, they use to take like pirates, taking women and children alike as their salt brides.
"There's a war coming Alayna,” he says once more drawing her eyes to glance down at the papers against the desk before back up to his eyes “and Gods be damned if I lose the one thing that makes me feel whole again.”
She knew better than most that the crown didn't have to money to afford a war, this was meant to be a time of peace, where the sons and daughters of the lords who defeated the dragon were to be wed. How could the people find peace and joy when they are starving and/or fleeing the capital during wartime.
“Why has no one in the small council said anything? The crown simply cannot afford-”
“Tywin I'll find some way to pay it off, the old bastard always piss out gold as if it we-”
“Father” she scolded as she looked father as she looked back at him. Her gaze hard against the king, the only person in the Seven Kingdoms who had that privilege.
She wasn't foolish girl like she had been when she was first named the cup bearer in council meetings, her knowledge and the understandings of politics and power only nourished her mind, the same way water does to flowers.
She knew better than to brush of something as drastic as war. Her mind instantly rushing to think of which lords would even dream about rebelling against the crown.
Perhaps the Martells, they had had strenuous ties to the crown since the sacking of king's landing, or maybe the Greyjoys, the had always been a stray on the crown even during the Targaryens.
But it was his voice that interrupted her train of thought “You always look like your mother when you think” it was a observation, and yet, she knew it was laced with a longing for her to resemble another.
She was silent as she looked at him, her brows knitted together as if she were pained, a sad look for a princess to have.
“I'd there is a war brewing, then let me make the decision that you do not wish to make, let me plan mine and Mycella's suitors under your name, allow me to pull the strings at court so that peace will prosper when you are gone” Her words were gentle as if dealing with a child as she moved closer to her father's side. She could practically see him melting into the chair from the burdens against his shoulders.
“The Warrior would have to come down and strike me dead if anyone tried to take you from me”
Alayna sat against the desk, the hard wood hitting the back of her legs as she watched her father threaten the gods for her. “they would not be taking me father, I would be willing”
Yet she knew her explanation would more than likely fall against death ears.
She watched her father sigh into his chair as he looked up at her as if she were the prevailing reason for his troubles. She loathed moments such as these, were she pushed her father to mistrust or argue with her on issues that needed to be addressed. she had often done them in her younger years regarding matters that required his attention in the small council meetings, issues the lords would deem unsuited for the kings ears.Issues that deemed the undivided attention of the King.
“There will be a hunt in the next hour, you are coming with.” Was all he said on the matter, her heart aching at his disregard for her words. She wanted to fight, to scream at him for how little he seemed to cared over her woes, to yell at him that if war were truly on the horizon then house Baratheon would have to prepare for it so that they wouldn't be fighting needless battles.
“We will talk about this we we get back to King's Landing, you can talk with Ned over what you think need to be done for the good of our house.”
That took her by surprise. She looked back over at her father, his frown present as one of his large hand grasped hers in a tender hold, one that she had grown accustomed with, a hold that reassured her that he would stand beside her no matter the issue.
In that moment, she allowed herself to imagine the kinds of pressure that were placed on him as king, how many people looked to him to resolve their issues and transgressions, or how he was the scapegoat for everyone ailments even during times of peace. Her mind racing through all the Nights he wouldn’t be at supper during her youth, how pained he would seem during the few council meeting he attended.
“I only ask these thing of you Father so that they will not plague you at night should things go south” she explained gently as she squeezed his hand. And she would have done it for all in her family, even Joffrey if needed. She loved her family, they were her everything, the reason she smiled, the reason to awake in the morning, the reason she hoped to keep the seven kingdoms in peace - Anything to protect those she loved.
“You'll attend the hunt and that's the last I want to hear about this.” he brushes off once more, only this time, he sounded less pained, the anguish over such a topic dissipating in his voice. she couldn't help but fight her smile, her baby blues twinkling at her father's words. to anyone else, they would have sounded hard, disregarded, but she knew Baratheons better than anyone, and she knew that this was the closest he would grant her to a gentle answer.
“Thank you Father” she grinned looking down at him. Her smile soft and weak, as her mind raced rather than quietened. She vowed to allow herself the childhood nativity to think that all would be fine for the upcoming years, that war and deception were a thing for that books of history rather than the impending future.
Yet, when the time would come, when she would look towards the horizon, and long for a moment like this, with her father, just one more time.
A Tale of Ashes and Horns // Chapter 2
Pairing: Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane x Baratheon OC
Summary: Alayna finds herself caught between honor and duty as feasts, whispered promises, and hidden truths unfold around her. She finds her fears coming to light as Winterfell begins to feel less like a welcome, and more like the start of a game she was never prepared to play.
Note: All rights belong to their respective owners, I don't own these characters, and i am simply inspired by the writing and world creation that the creator made, this is a work of fiction. I also realized that I forgot to say in the previous chapter that I have aged up some of the characters just so my moral compass doesn't feel like shit for some of the stuff I will be writing about
Alayna - 17 || Robb - 17 || Jonn - 17 || Joffrey - 15 || Sansa - 13 || Bran - 11 || Arya - 10 || Myrcella - 10 || Tommen - 7 || Dany - 17
WC: 4.9k
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“You’ll sleep through the dinner our host have prepared for us, sweet sister” Alayna let out a groan as she moved her body away from the warmth of the bedding to look over her shoulder, only to find the familiar smirk of her Brother looking at her. A smirk she couldn't help but roll her eyes at as she relaxed back against the bed.
Her face pressing against the pillows as she laid on her front, her gown had ridden up past her calves as she cuddled one of the large pillows close to her, her body urging her to drift back into her dreamless sleep. And yet, her Brother thought otherwise.
A Tale of Ashes and Horns // Chapter 1
Pairing: Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane x Baratheon OC
Summary: Alayna Baratheon was the oldest child of the royal family. but as whispers of marriage close in and tensions rise during a royal visit to Winterfell for a new Hand of the King, Alayna is pulled into a web of expectations, uneasy alliances, and a growing connection with those she never expected to trust.
Note: All rights belong to their respective owners, I don't own these characters, and i am simply inspired by the writing and world creation that the creator made, this is a work of fiction.
This is also my first piece of fanfiction so the grammar and use of language might not be great, but I'm doing this for the love of the game rather than exposure.
Alayna (Ah-lay-na)
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Alayna had sat on the Iron Throne once, perched on her Father's knee when she was slightly older than a babe. Her Father had spent the night before celebrating that his only child had finally started walking towards what she wanted. Her soft brown wisps of her hair formed gentle ringlets around her neck as she had happily sat on his lap.
Her pudgy fingers played with the embroidered stag against his surcoat, as he dealt with the almost never-ending line of small folk that came to him. All of them, still looking for answers; grain rationing, grieving families who lost during the war, labour shortages.
Now walk with me here... the red priestess revives Dany and sends her back to the one chance when house targaryen could have flourish. She's once more alone in a strange place, not only feeling like an outsider in a place that should be home. That is until Baelor finds her wondering the field of Ashford with a white stag following her.
Chapter 3 should hopefully be posted next week, and Tempest come teusday.
Not gonna lie, it feel really good to write like shit and know that it's mostly just me reading it
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A Tale of Ashes and Horns // Chapter 2
Pairing: Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane x Baratheon OC
Summary: Alayna finds herself caught between honor and duty as feasts, whispered promises, and hidden truths unfold around her. She finds her fears coming to light as Winterfell begins to feel less like a welcome, and more like the start of a game she was never prepared to play.
Note: All rights belong to their respective owners, I don't own these characters, and i am simply inspired by the writing and world creation that the creator made, this is a work of fiction. I also realized that I forgot to say in the previous chapter that I have aged up some of the characters just so my moral compass doesn't feel like shit for some of the stuff I will be writing about
Alayna - 17 || Robb - 17 || Jonn - 17 || Joffrey - 15 || Sansa - 13 || Bran - 11 || Arya - 10 || Myrcella - 10 || Tommen - 7 || Dany - 17
WC: 4.9k
[Masterlist] [AO3]
“You’ll sleep through the dinner our host have prepared for us, sweet sister” Alayna let out a groan as she moved her body away from the warmth of the bedding to look over her shoulder, only to find the familiar smirk of her Brother looking at her. A smirk she couldn't help but roll her eyes at as she relaxed back against the bed.
Her face pressing against the pillows as she laid on her front, her gown had ridden up past her calves as she cuddled one of the large pillows close to her, her body urging her to drift back into her dreamless sleep. And yet, her Brother thought otherwise.
DRAGON RIDER HC
I keep seeing people theories as to who in AKOTSK would have would hand would have dragons and every time I see them, a small part of me dies cause I don't think it accurately portrays the characters and their motives in Universe. So here is my theory and my reasoning behind each one.
This is a joke. Everyone is entitled to their opinions, but I genuinely love seeing peoples opinions on this, I think its really interesting hearing peoples opinions 🖤❤️
Aerion: Claimed Caraxes
Starting out strong, I think this kind goes without saying. The two of them are very much kindred spirits. I don't think Caraxes would bond with anyone after Daemon, they were both outcasts by both dragons and people, they found themselves whole together so I imagine that after his (Daemons) death that hole would fester until he found Aerion.
Making headcanons is fun and all, but when I realize that I've spent 3¾ hours writing them and now I have 4 hours till I start work, lowkey wanna shoot myself for it
But at least yall getting some good headcanons for who had what dragon🤷♀️
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