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i have a very important post to make. lyonel baratheon is a liar and a fraud
look, here he is, trying to measure his height against our dear and honourable ser duncan
but alas! he's wearing heels!
all fanfiction writers and fanartists need to lop at least an inch off their lyonel baratheons. it is the only sentence that fits the crime
this story was inspired by this post // gifs by: @king-baelor (tysm for being amazing!)
please note: Maekar is of age in this story! I am not too familiar with GRRM's actual timeline but in this universe, he is not married to Dyanna Dayne but he is promised to marry!
also just fyi: there is no smut...yet (i know i know) I'm getting us started!
-> okay don't hate me but I am new to this! let me know what you think? Enjoy!
You didn’t think things would get as serious as they did when the rebellion first started, naivety still fresh in your bones when rumors of war began circling.
You held on to naivety when families boarded up their homes and gathered what they could before they scrambled out of the city. You still held onto naivety when the Mother Superior was called away without warning, the septas somber expressions brushing off of your shoulders as you went back to bed that late night.
Now you feel foolish to think peace would ever last.
If you could call scavenging for supplies peace.
Until recently life was simple, you had earned your keep by teaching and tending to the children at the local orphanage with what the motherhouses could provide. Soon you would take your vows to remain as a septa and care for the children. But then things became a mess.
It had happened on a stormy morning, just after giving the children their daily meal. The sudden shouts and horse hooves outside sounded off loud enough to rattle around the impoverished walls and scare the children into a small corner of the room. Not a few moments later, Septa Ysilla rushed in and ordered all the silent sisters and children into the back rooms where they were to wait.
It was when she stopped you from joining them that dread settled into your heart.
“The light of the seven will protect you on your journey” was what she reassuringly mumbled to you as she claimed ‘only septas and silent sisters were to remain in the motherhouse’. It didn’t matter how much you begged and rationalized your devotion, it was simple to Septa Ysilla.
You are not a septa.
You hadn’t taken the vows with Mother Superior.
With Septa Ysilla as the ruling verdict, you held onto a small sack filled with your only belongings and bit back tears as you said goodbye to the children. It got that much harder when they clung to the grey shift and apron you wore that you had no choice but to keep.
“The Kings Gate has been shut but this should help you find a way to Tumbleton, if it’s any safer” came her hoarse voice, her brown tired eyes glazed over. Her wrinkled face looked up at you with sorrow as she placed a few coins in your hand and walked you to the back exit of the building. She squeezed your hand once before she shut the door and secured the latch on the other side, effectively locking you out.
It feels like you swallow your heart when you face the rampant streets of bustling soldiers, mud and chaos as you try to figure out which way is safest to go. Clutching your small pouch and making sure to face the ground, you choose to follow the small alley until you reach a safe spot to determine your next move.
In a matter of seconds, you are drenched and cold. The fear has spiked as you hear berating coming from refugees and soldiers shout at beggars to make way. The smell of grime and muck filled the air while you shuffled around waste that littered the muddy roads. You finally come to a halt when you overhear soldiers speaking of an infiltration.
“The blackfyre bastards are within the city” spat one soldier, his face scrunched in disgust as he spat at the mere mention of the name. Unexpectedly, another soldier commanding with presence marched forward. “All travelers are to be inspected! Anyone traveling alone shall be detained for questioning!”
Commands began ringing all around you while commonfolk scattered like rats to avoid the onslaught of aggression from the soldiers donned in black, the red dragon in the middle of their chest plates glistening with the help of the rain.
“Form a line across the road! Nobody passes until they’ve been questioned!”
“Keep the smallfolk moving in a single file!”
“Eyes open for weapons!”
You watch as the orders made everyone scramble closer to their loved ones while you could only cling to yourself. You had been dropped off at the motherhouse after birth so all you have ever known was the septas and the children.
You push further down the back streets of the city until your attention is pulled to a mother soothing her child while bouncing her baby in her arms, the fear evident on her face as she claims everything was okay. Without a second thought, you make your way swiftly to her and crouch down to her small child.
“W-what are you–”
“Please, I need to head to the Roseroad,” you cut her off, rubbing the small child's arms as you glanced up with pleading eyes. “Toward Tumbleton. I have no family”
She began to shake her head, grasping at her child's arm to retreat when you were pulled back by the collar of your shift and made to face a man with a sneer. You note how quickly he put himself between you and the small family, checking in on the woman while keeping a firm gaze on you with a protective arm out. He must be the husband.
“Please, I aim to leave the city for Tumbleton. All I ask is your help to get through the inspection” You pull forward the coins Septa Ysilla handed you just a mere hour or so before. “I have no family and I can pay, please?”
His gaze immediately fixed itself on the coins, the woman behind him no longer bouncing the babe. The sound of rain filled the silence for an agonizing few moments before his fingers grasp the coins from your hands and he nods once before speaking.
“ Let me do the talking. Take the young one and make no sound. If this should fail—you are on your own. I won’t risk my family.”
Given the circumstances, you openly thank the man with tears brimming your eyes before you pick up the child and fall into a routine of soothing their cries. The man sends his wife a look before nodding and beckoning you two to follow toward the streets leading out of the city.
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You make sure to stay close to Edrin and Mira, keeping your head low while you move up the line. Thunder rumbled overhead making the young one in your arms cry out, earning you a few looks from others. ‘This will be over soon’ was what you whispered over and over. You tell yourself it was for the child but deep down, you knew it was also for you. When they settled, you were left with your thoughts once more.
Something will go wrong.
Something in you rattled with doubt, like you were to be made the second you come up to the front. One look at you and a soldier would say something like ‘Look at her boys, traveling alone during the war? She has to be with Blackfyre’.
You push down the paranoia and trudge forward through the mud once more.
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Unease gripped your throat as the shouts and cries grew louder the closer you got to the checkpoint, noting how others shifted and huddled closer together. Your hand came to cradle the small child's head into your neck, partially to secure them but primarily to cling to something as you came to the front.
This was it.
Two soldiers beckon the lot of you forward with a nod before two more soldiers appear from behind and seize all belongings and begin rummaging through each satchel and pouch. You swallow the growing fear in gulps as you comply with the soldiers demands. Ahead of you, the soldiers begin their questioning.
Edrin explains how you all are but a small family trying to make your way to safety as quickly and as far as you could, never once wavering in his tone. You try your best to pay attention to the rest of the conversation but the sudden feeling of the child being ripped from your arms brought you to the present.
Cries of ‘momma’ shatter your ears as the child does its best to cling to you, small hands weaving into the strands of your hair as the soldiers demand compliance. Pain ripples through your scalp as you try to soothe the child, shushing them slightly as you gesture to the soldiers your attempt to cooperate.
Mira appears just as you settle the child to the floor, gripping their hand fiercely as she keeps her eyes on you.
“Well? Out with it, where are you headed?”
You could feel your eyes widen as the thunder crashed aloud the second you realize the question was directed at you, not Edrin. You swivel to look up at the towering soldier who seemed to grow more suspicious with the speckle of silence you let fester.
You had been too preoccupied with the child that you missed what Edrin had told the soldiers.
You realize you took too long when the soldier takes a longer look at your face, to the child and woman, then back to you. The smile he gives you doesn’t reach his eyes as he speaks.
“You must be scared beyond your means, us tossing your bags, huh?”
You force yourself to keep your eyes on the man as you nod, words dead in your throat. The man gives you a mock pout before standing straight and gesturing for your bag to a nearby soldier. When the bag is placed in your hand, you grip it tightly to your chest and nod to the man. He leans down to come face to face once more.
“May the roads be kind on your journey to Tumbleton” comes his sickly sweet voice, a smile still on his face.
You remain quiet and nod as you watch him stand, take a step back and turn to leave. Your heart seemed to race even quicker as he began to walk away, rain slowly building. He takes a few steps when he stops suddenly.
“Oh, wait!”
Chills travel through you when the soldier turns on his heel with a wide smile on his face, his hand coming up to smack himself on the forehead with a mocking playfulness. His body comes to stand in front of you once more, his body crouching down to rest his palms on his knees.
“Your buddy over there said you all were traveling as far as you could. Now tell me," He comes in closer to whisper with just a breath of space between you two.
“Why would someone wanting to travel as far as he can go settle for Tumbleton when BitterRidge was furthest?”
what character photo cards would you all like to see done next?
completed sets ; Baelor ⋆ Maekar ⋆ Lyonel ⋆ Aerion ⋆ b&w
akotsk edition
Dunk
Valarr
Egg
Daeron
Tanselle
Raymun
Voting ended onJun 17
I’ll do agot and hotd after akotsk since I favor that show more.
These are for printing, I'll be making laminated cards soon, but feel free to print and use for your own. Do not repost, sell, or claim as your own please, ty
