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𓏲ּ𝄢 “ink, crowns, and girls who don’t get happy endings” 𓏲ּ𝄢

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-ˋˏ ༻ A quiet thing like love ༺ ˎˊ-

ꫂ ၴႅၴ A story of gold, ghosts, and the lives she never got to keep

The Silvers Chronicles I - “a bride in silver chains”

A bride in silver chains description y/n Intro A Marriage of Silk, Duty and Slow Becoming, Jace x Y/n Variants Ser Caelan Rivers Y/n The Dreamer Who Remembers

The Golden Chronicles II - “a song of gold and grief”

A Song of Gold and Grief introduction Y/n’s Introduction Y/n and Mycrella Book! Robb x Book ! Y/n Character Inspo Elenya Waters Robb x Y/n Variants Alternate Face Claims The Twin Paradox Y/n & suitors Elenya Waters pt2 The sun and the tide Her Motifs The Young Wolf’s Blessing The Weight of Gentle Hands Haunting the Narrative Masterlist

The Winter Chronicles III - “of winter roses and lions gold”

Of winter roses and lions gold description The Glass Garden Their Children The Pact of Winter and Gold Of wolves, lions, and little shadows The Golden Quay

The Dynasty Chronicles IV - “dynasty of us”

The Starks The Lannisters The Scandal Her bag Y/n Baratheon Robb Stark Robb Stark x Y/n Baratheon

The Whispering Chronicles V - “the unheard song”

House Zhiling :

House introduction Lord Jun Zhiling Lady An Zhiling Jian Zhiling Mei Zhiling Ling Zhiling

House Bai:

House Introduction

The Imperial Family:

The Forgotten Chronicles VI - "memory is fire"

House Nykary

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𑣿 Catelyn Stark 𑣿

“Catelyn had spent her life trying to keep her children from the wolves. In the end, she learned that some wolves wore crowns, some wore gold, and some lived within the heart.”

── .✦ Catelyn Stark (264 AC–300 AC), née Tully, Lady of Winterfell and daughter of Lord Hoster Tully of Riverrun, was renowned throughout the Seven Kingdoms for her fierce devotion to her family, keen political judgment, and unwavering resolve in times of war. As the wife of Lord Eddard Stark, she became one of the most respected ladies of the North, beloved by her household and feared by those who underestimated her wisdom. She welcomed Princess Y/N Baratheon into Winterfell as the promised bride of Robb Stark and, in time, came to love the young princess as a daughter, entrusting in her the future of House Stark during the gathering storm. Throughout the War of the Five Kings she served as her son’s closest counselor, tirelessly laboring to preserve both his kingdom and his family. She was murdered beside her son and daughter-by-law during the Red Wedding, a crime so infamous that singers would later lament that, with Lady Catelyn’s death, the heart of Winterfell itself had been silenced.

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⋆˚࿔ Ned Stark ⋆˚࿔

“He had loved them all as best he knew how. Gods help the man whose best is not enough.”

── .✦ Eddard Stark (263 AC–298 AC), called Ned Stark, Lord of Winterfell, Warden of the North, and later Regent to King Robb I Stark during the opening of the War of the Five Kings, was remembered as a man of unyielding honor whose word was held to be as steadfast as the ancient stones of Winterfell itself. Fostered in the Vale alongside Robert Baratheon, Lord Eddard fought in Robert’s Rebellion before returning north to rule with quiet justice beside his lady wife, Catelyn Tully. During King Robert I’s royal progress to Winterfell, the long-promised betrothal between his heir, Robb Stark, and Princess Y/N Baratheon was formally sealed, a union Lord Eddard believed might bind North and South in lasting peace. Though falsely condemned and executed upon the orders of King Joffrey I, his death ignited the North in rebellion. Even after his passing, it was said that the honor of Eddard Stark marched beside every northern host, and that his memory remained the truest banner the wolves ever carried.

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﴾ Robb Stark ﴿‏

“He was a king before he was a man, and a husband before he ever learned how brief happiness could be.”

── .✦ Robb Stark (281 AC- 300 AC), eldest son of Lord Eddard Stark and Lady Catelyn Stark, heir to Winterfell and later proclaimed King in the North, was celebrated for his honor, courage, and brilliance upon the battlefield despite his youth. Betrothed to Y/N Baratheon during King Robert I’s progress to Winterfell, he took her to wife beneath the heart tree of Winterfell’s godswood. During the War of the Five Kings, his string of victories earned him the name the Young Wolf, though his reign proved heartbreakingly brief. He was murdered alongside his queen during the Red Wedding, where songs remember that the North did not merely lose its king—it lost the last true wolf who still believed honor could triumph over treachery.

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can you tell us a little bit about House Zhiling

Hii! Of course.

So House Zhiling in Yi ti Is know for their knowledge, whispers and secrets rather than any violence. The house was founded by Lady Rui Zhiling who was knows as The first bell and was a legendary scholar who created the earliest form of the Whisper that provides information that could win wars without bloodshed, as each generation came, the lord/lady of house Zhiling each created or added parts that now are known as The the Whisper (Their greatest legacy) , The Weeping Blossom Script, The Echo. The members of house Zhiling are known as the whisperers, where they served either as advisors, diplomats, record keepers, interpreters, tutors and intelligence masters. The children in House Zhiling were trained from a young age how to notice details others ignored many often seeing it rather unimportant. Unlike other houses like for example House bai, House Zhiling believed that memory was power. Plum Blossom are what mostly symbolizes them, and silver bells as well.

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❦ Y/n Baratheon ⋆˙⟡

“She was born in gold and died in red. The singers called it a tragedy. The gods called it fate.”

── .✦ Y/N Baratheon (282 AC–300 AC), eldest daughter of Queen Cersei Lannister and King Robert I Baratheon, Twin to King Joffrey I and elder sister to Myrcella and Tommen, she was famed for her beauty, grace, and uncommon intellect. Betrothed to Robb Stark during the king’s progress to Winterfell, she became Lady of Winterfell and Queen in the North. She was murdered during the Red Wedding alongside her husband, where songs claim the realm lost more than a queen—it lost its brightest golden spring.

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⚜ The Court ⚜

ꫂ ၴႅၴ Every kingdom is remembered by its kings, yet kingdoms are built by those who stand beside them. Here gather queens and princes, wolves and lions, friends and foes alike—the souls whose loves, loyalties, and betrayals shaped the song before it was silenced.

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❦ A Song of Gold and Grief ❦

“Some songs are remembered by kingdoms. Others only by the people who survive them.”

Pairing: Robb Stark × Y/N Baratheon

Genre: Romance • Political Drama • Angst • Tragedy • Love Story that clearly ends in tragedy • Gore • Yearning • Court Intrigue • Historical Fantasy • War Drama • Coming-of-Age, 

Warnings: Canon-typical violence and warfare • Major character death, Grief, mourning and loss • Political intrigue, manipulation and betrayal• Family conflict and dysfunctional family dynamics • Obsessive, possessive and unhealthy attachments • Arranged marriages and discussions of political betrothals • Blood, injury and battle • References to canon-typical incest and incestuous relationships (ASOIAF themes) • Period-typical sexism and misogyny • Child loss and family bereavement • Moral ambiguities and ethically complex characters • Perhaps Smut?

✧ Synopsis: Born beneath the golden banners of House Baratheon and raised amidst the silks and secrets of King’s Landing, Y/N Baratheon was destined to become another piece in the game of thrones. Yet when King Robert journeys to Winterfell, fate places her beside Robb Stark, heir to the North. What begins as a marriage forged to unite two great houses soon becomes something neither kingdom expected—a love strong enough to defy politics, pride, and war itself.

But in Westeros, love is rarely spared by history. As the realm tears itself apart, Y/N must choose between the family that gave her a name and the man who became her home. For songs of love and songs of war are often the very same song… A lioness. A wolf. A kingdom destined to bleed.

COMING SOON

The Court:

The Court Intro Y/n Baratheon Robb Stark Eddard Stark Catelyn Stark

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𓏲ּ𝄢 A Face Created by a princess haunted by her past and her brother husband who loves her so much

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⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ Ser Caelan The Bastard Knight & Y/n Velaryon The Ghost Princess

› Ser Caelan, a bastard knight of humble birth, entered Princess Y/N’s service during her imprisonment in King’s Landing. Though little is known of his early life, the chronicles agree on one point: when others feared Prince Aemond’s wrath, Ser Caelan alone dared spirit the princess from the city. Whether his courage sprang from honor or love remains a matter of debate amongst later singers.

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If Y/N had never married Robb, who would've been the most likely match?

I'm gonna be honest, the most likely match would be Willas, cause in the books he described as intelligent and courteous man despite being crippled. And for Y/n it would one of the healthiest marriages she could have had. Honestly I think he'd adore her.

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ꫂ❁ Ling Zhiling, Last Member of House Zhiling

Face Claim: Lin Yun

᭄᭡ ͏ ͏ ͏Ling of House Zhiling was a young woman of nineteen years, though sorrow had lent her an older stillness. She was neither tall nor small, but carried herself with such quiet grace that men often mistook her composure for fragility. They were usually wrong.

She had the smooth olive-gold skin of Yi Ti, untouched by the harsh winds of Westeros, and long black hair that fell like a river of ink down her back. She wore it simply, most often bound with a silver pin shaped like a bell, the only ornament she seemed to favor. Her face was fine-boned and delicate, with dark almond-shaped eyes beneath straight brows and a mouth that rarely revealed all it knew.

Ling was not the sort of beauty that commanded a hall into silence. She did not blaze. She lingered.

Men who met her often forgot her at first. Then they found themselves remembering the sound of her voice days later, or the way her gaze had lingered upon a conversation she was not meant to hear. She moved through courts and corridors like a shadow cast by candlelight, easy to overlook until one realized she had been present for every important word.

There was a stillness to her that unsettled some and comforted others. Ling seldom spoke unless she had something worth saying. When she did, her words emerged measured and precise, each one chosen as carefully as a jeweler selecting gemstones. She listened far more than she talked.

Those who knew her only briefly described her as gentle. Those who knew her well knew better.

Beneath her calm demeanor lived a mind as sharp as Valyrian steel. Ling possessed an uncanny talent for observation. She noticed trembling hands hidden beneath sleeves, glances exchanged across crowded feasts, pauses in speech that lasted only a heartbeat too long. She collected secrets the way other ladies collected ribbons and songs.

Yet there was sadness in her too.

Sometimes, when she thought herself alone, her fingers would drift unconsciously to the small silver bell hanging from her belt. The bell never rang. Its silence seemed almost sacred.

The losses she carried were invisible but immense.

A father taken from her by treachery. A mother dead defending a legacy reduced to ashes. A brother executed beneath a bell’s mournful toll. A sister vanished into darkness. An entire house erased so thoroughly that most of Westeros had never heard its name.

And still she endured.

There were nights when servants swore they saw her standing by a window, gazing eastward across the Narrow Sea toward a homeland she might never see again. In those moments she appeared less like a court lady and more like a ghost lingering between worlds.

Some called her patient. Others called her dangerous. Both were true.

For Ling of House Zhiling possessed the rarest weapon of all: the ability to wait.

And in her heart, beneath grief and exile and years of practiced silence, there remained a single unwavering belief: That one day the song of House Zhiling would be heard again.

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ੈ✩‧₊˚༺ A Song of Gold and Grief༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Robb Stark x Y/n Baratheon

⤷ The rain came to King’s Landing before the ravens did.

It fell in quiet sheets upon the Red Keep, washing soot from broken gargoyles and blood from cracked stone. The city welcomed it greedily. Rain was easier to stomach than memory.

From the western wall, a knight with one hand watched the castle disappear behind a curtain of grey. He had once believed there was no silence louder than a battlefield after the fighting ended.

He had been wrong. There was another sort. The silence left behind by someone who should have been there.

A laugh that no longer echoed through marble halls. Footsteps that no longer chased cats across sunlit courtyards.

A voice that had simply……stopped.

Below, the bells began to ring. For a funeral. Or perhaps a wedding. In King’s Landing, grief and celebration often sounded alike.

The knight closed his eyes.

For one impossible heartbeat, he imagined he heard her laughing somewhere behind him. When he turned— There was only rain.

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𖤝 House Nykarys

𓇢𓆸 Little is written with certainty of House Nykarys, and less still is believed. Their name appears only in the oldest Valyrian fragments, where they are numbered amongst the lesser dragonlord families of the Freehold, though never counted amongst the mighty houses whose names endured the Doom. Most maesters dismiss them as no more than a footnote embellished by later storytellers. Those who study Asshai, however, sometimes speak the name with unusual caution.

Unlike the great dragonlords, the Nykarys did not earn renown through conquest, wealth, or dragons. Their halls were said to have housed scrolls instead of swords, glass candles instead of trophies, and scholars where other houses raised warriors. Ancient accounts claim they devoted themselves to dreams, forgotten tongues, bloodlines, prophecy, and the keeping of names long after the world had ceased to remember them.

Their words were said to be:

“Memory Is Fire.”

Whether these words were a warning or a prayer has long since been forgotten.

It is said that House Nykarys believed memory possessed a life of its own—that no deed, however ancient, was ever truly lost, and that the past lingered beneath the world like embers beneath ash. To remember too much, they warned, was as dangerous as knowing too little.

Such beliefs earned them an uneasy reputation, even amongst other Valyrians. Some called them philosophers. Others whispered of darker studies. The Targaryens themselves are said to have regarded the Nykarys as peculiar folk whose fascination with dreams bordered upon madness.

No reliable account survives describing the downfall of the house. Some insist they perished before the Doom. Others claim they simply faded from history, their blood scattered through lesser marriages until even their descendants forgot their name.

Yet old stories persist.

They tell of a rare affliction carried in the blood of House Nykarys—not a gift, but a burden. Once in several generations, a child would begin remembering things no child should know.

Not visions.

Not prophecy.

Memories.

Entire conversations spoken by long-dead strangers. Faces belonging to another age. Places never visited. Grief for people no one living had ever known.

Some awoke speaking forgotten dialects of High Valyrian.

Some mourned kings who had died centuries before their birth.

Some forgot, for a dreadful instant, what year they lived in—or even who they were.

Many were judged mad.

A handful became prophets.

Few lived peacefully.

Whether these tales speak of sorcery, inherited madness, or nothing more than frightened superstition remains a matter of dispute. No surviving record has ever proven the existence of such an affliction, nor has any maester claimed to witness it firsthand.

Still, amongst the oldest women of Dragonstone and the fishwives who remember tales older than castles, one saying endures:

“Beware the blood that remembers, for memory burns longer than dragonfire.”

By the time of the Dance of the Dragons, even the name Nykarys had become little more than half-remembered folklore—a whisper from Old Valyria, spoken only by those who still believed that some ghosts are inherited rather than buried.

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headcanon questions

if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the questions are being sent for . feel free to edit these as you see fit .

🌟 What’s something small they did as a child that hinted at who they’d become?

❤️ Who is the one person they’d drop everything for, no questions asked?

💔 What’s the one wound (physical / emotional) they’ll never fully recover from?

🗡️ What’s their “I’ve killed for less” trigger?

☀️ What’s their happiest childhood memory?

🌧️ What kind of weather matches their soul?

🍽️ What meal do they cook when they need to feel like themselves again?

🎶 What song instantly makes them emotional & why?

🌙 Do they sleep peacefully / fight nightmares every night?

🔒 What’s a secret they’ll take to their grave?

🪞 What do they secretly hate about their own appearance?

💪 What random skill are they weirdly proud of?

👶 Baby picture of them - what’s the most embarrassing thing about it?

🏠 Describe their home when no one’s watching—messy, spotless, chaotic cozy?

😭 What always makes them cry, even if they hate admitting it?

😂 What’s the dumbest thing they’ve ever laughed at for way too long?

🧸 Do they still have a childhood comfort object? Where is it now?

✏️ What nickname do they secretly love being called?

⚔️ How do they act when they’re furious but have to stay polite?

🩸 What’s the worst injury they’ve ever had & the story behind it?

🕊️ What would instantly calm them down in a panic attack?

🔥 What’s something they’d burn the world down to protect?

🌹 What scent reminds them of the person they loved/love most?

🪥 What’s their most oddly specific daily routine?

💔 What’s the one apology they’re still waiting for that’ll never come?

🃏 Are they the type to forgive / hold a grudge until the end of the universe?

🌌 What’s their biggest “what if” that keeps them up at night?

🦋 What was their “I’m not a kid anymore” moment?

🎭 Do they wear a mask in public? What’s the real them like underneath?

🧳 If they had to leave home forever with only one bag, what do they pack?

🌑 What’s the darkest thought they’ve ever had about themselves?

☕ What’s their comfort drink?

🖤 What’s a “villain” trait they actually possess?

🤝 Who is the one person they never want to disappoint?

🎁 What gift would utterly destroy them (in a good / bad way)?

🩹 How do they react when someone they love is hurt?

🌅 Are they a sunrise / sunset person - what do they think about while looking at their favorite?

🧣 What texture/clothing item makes them feel safe?

🦉 What piece of advice do they give everyone but never follow themselves?

🔪 What’s the most violent thing they’ve ever done for love / survival?

🦋 What seemingly insignificant memory do they cherish the most?

🌹 What is their love language & how badly do they need it right now?

🪨 What’s the hardest choice they’ve ever made?

🧋 What food/drink do they hate that everyone else loves?

🕰️ If they could relive one day of their life, which would it be?

👑 In their own story, are they the hero / villain / someone else entirely?

🌡️ What temperature do they keep their home at & why?

🧸 What would their younger self think of them now?

💌 What’s the letter / text they’ll never send?

⚰️ What do they want written on their gravestone / what do they want people to remember them for?

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⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ Robb Stark x Y/n Baratheon

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