#game of thrones

[theforcediaries]

Bertie Carvel attends the "Game Of Thrones: The Mad King" World Premiere at the Royal Shakespeare Theatre on August 08, 2026 in Stratford-upon-Avon, England.

[valaena]

Bertie Carvel attends the "Game Of Thrones: The Mad King" World Premiere at the Royal Shakespeare Theatre on August 08, 2026 in Stratford-upon-Avon, England.

[jonesybird]

'she don't speak. but she remembers.'

just ink and colour under cut:

[rokketeer]

Don’t worry about Dunk fitting in the car we’re figuring it out

[jonsawilldanceanon]

Jonny Boy

[mimicmimikyuwrites]

I can't get this idea out of my head of an AU where Daeron was never sent away as a ward, but instead his sister was. A princess born in King's Landing amongst dragons and the impurity of House Targaryen, only to be sent away early on to Oldtown and raised in the light and sanctity of the Hightower. It's Ormund who is most careful in her upbringing, guiding her away from the wickedness tainting her blood and into the warm embrace of the Gods (or simply his influence).

It doesn't take much to convince the princess that he's all she needs, and thus it only makes sense for her to be wed to him when the time finally comes, even managing to instill it so far into her pretty, obedient head that she's the one who seeks permission from her father in regards to the union, not him. It's a sight that pleases him like no other: his sweet princess practically begging the king to bestow his blessing upon her and the one she knows is her one true love, followed by singing praises of House Hightower and it's lord whom has stolen her heart. The following result is more indludgent than any fine wine or honeyed luxury as Viserys gives in, cracking under the pleas of his beloved daughter.

When the war breaks out and the dragons dance, Ormund belives only one Targaryen is truly worthy of sitting the iron throne: his darling wife. No, not because he believes a woman should sit it by law or right, but rather because she's a Hightower at her core. Dragon's blood may run through her veins, but she was raised up in Oldtown as a Hightower through the will of the gods, and whatever they decree is the will of destiny. It doesn't take long for him to bring up his plan. He does it slowly at first, subtly. He'll make sweetened compliments during meals when they'te both sat at the table, just the two of them. He'll speak highly of her virtue, of her blessed prescensce, and how fortunate things would've been had she been the sole child of the king. He'll ponder how peaceful life would've been for the seven kingdoms had his beloved princess been crowned queen upon the death of her father, with her king consort by her side, of course.

Then, he grows more direct as the war grows bloodier. Golden coins carved with her radiant face on them, plans for which crown she'd wear upon her brow, and then names for the son and heir she'd bear; a Hightower prince bearing the name of his father's house and the beauty of his mother. She'd do splendidly, he promises, with her husband advising her at every step. She needn't worry of the politics and trivial matters of court, the king consort will simply act as her will. After all, queen or not, it is a husband's duty to care for his wife.

Yes, that's what he'll do, he declares, eyes manic with a love-sick, determined madness as he thrusts into his darling wife, pinning her down onto the feather bed with his weight. She need not her brothers and sisters, they only threaten her reign, he explains, fucking her dumb on his cock. She can't think, her mind hazy and clouded with pleasure as Ormund rambles on. It's the will of the Gods above, he insists, pushing himself in deeper. He's meant to guide the Seven Kingdoms into salvation from their vile Targaryen rulers. There is no need to wait to put his heir into his wife's belly, not when the Gods are calling him to fulfill his divine duty. And as he spills inside his sweet princess with a feral roar, he has only one thought in his head: how beautiful she'll look, relaxing in a queen's luxury while he rules in her stead.

[theforcediaries]

Bertie Carvel attends the "Game Of Thrones: The Mad King" World Premiere at the Royal Shakespeare Theatre on August 08, 2026 in Stratford-upon-Avon, England.