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GAME OF THRONES MATCHUP
I ship Aelys with… Oberryn Martell. They would be nothing but explosive with one another (and not in an angry way!). They wouldn’t just tolerate each other's chaos but they would thrive in the company of one another. Aelys wants a partner who is powerful, dangerous, and deeply devoted, someone who will let her roam free while guarding her and that is Oberyn. He would worship her wildness without ever trying to tame it. He would offer her freedom, but also ground her and in return, she would do the same. They rule the world without being held responsible. They bring out the best in one another while also understanding the worst. It isn’t a slow-burn relationship — it is quick, fiery and full of tension and bickering. Both are deeply protective of those they love, and neither are afraid to use their status or power to fight for what they believe in.
HEAR ME ROAR
Aelys belongs to House Lannisters where they are all about power, pride, and endless riches. And honestly, Aelys would slot perfectly in the fashioned and political lives of the Lannisters. She has their quick temper and their sharp tongues that are often hidden behind golden smiles. She would grab attention at every opportunity. She is bold and sharp and so dangerous and beautiful. Her blunt charm, vanity and cunning mind decorated in the most lavish of jewels fits this house so well too!
Aelys Lannister is born to Lord Gerion Lannister (youngest brother of Lord Tywin) and Daella Celtigar from whom she got vibrant violet eyes and molten silver hair. Aelys was born in the Stepstones, where her father was stationed as admiral of the Westerlands fleet. Aelys’ life was that of riches and glory, her parents not wasting anything in their only child. Some said that she shared a resemblance to Lord Tywin’s late lady wife, Johanna Lannisters. Shortly after her 15th birthday, Aelys was sent as a possible betrothed of Rhaegar Targaryen yet remained there only in humiliation when the Targaryen prince chose Elia Martell. That is when she met Elia’s handsome older brother who only remained there for some time yet she blossomed in his company. During Robert’s Rebellion, her father was called on a naval mission and had supposedly drowned. From that time period forward, Tywin fostered the niece who looked so much like his wife. Aelys was presented as a possible candidate for Robert’s Queen and for the second time she rejected the role of Queen. Almost everything changed when Oberyn’s letter came in. A letter which asked for her hand in marriage to which Aelys agreed, becoming the Viper’s bride.
HEADCANONS
Their first kiss is not sweet. It’s an explosion. He’s furious with her for mocking a visiting lord in front of his brother. She is mad at him for raising his voice and jesting at her in public. In private, voices rise. Wine spills. And then suddenly, something changes. She tries to slap him. He grabs her wrist. And then—it happens. Desperate. Addictive. They stumble back, breathless. “You are poison,” he tells her. “And you,” she whispers, “are already drunk on me.” He kisses her as if she was air and he was a drowning man.
They have a code. A language born of glances and gestures. When Aelys tugs on his gloves twice, it means she’s bored. When she leaves a rose on his desk, it means “Meet me tonight.” When he wears a particular ring, it means “You’re being watched.” They could hold a conversation in silence.
They do not sleep easily without each other. When they fight, they give each other the silent treatment. He burns letters and gifts he meant to give her. She stares at her untouched wine and brushes her fingers over the blade he gave her. When they make up, it’s with rough hands and bitten lips, every touch an apology neither will say aloud. They drive one another so mad. They flirt like it’s foreplay and threaten like it’s courtship.
They race one another on silver horses across the Dornish desert. Aelys is wild in the sun, her silver hair unbound and her laughter loud. Oberyn lets her win sometimes. Sometimes. When they reach some water, they strip down and plunge into the water, burning from the heat and one another.
They are violently protective of each other. When someone insults Aelys at a feast, Oberyn challenges them before dessert with a duel. When someone refers to Oberyn’s children as “bastards,” Aelys simply smiles—and sets their tapestries on fire the next morning. They are not subtle. But gods, they are loyal.
They mark each other up on purpose. Aelys wears his bite marks like a neckalce of rubies. Oberyn goes to court with blood-red nail lines on his shoulders. When someone asks if he was attacked, he grins and says, “Yes. By a goddess.”
She steals his clothes. Not out of modesty. Out of possessiveness. She walks around his palace in oversized silk Dornish robes, her silver-blonde hair unbound, despite having 50 dresses of her own.
He braids her hair after baths (he does have multiple daughters does he not). Delicate, and slowly. He says it’s like weaving lightning into silk. She rolls her eyes. “You’re ridiculous.” “I’m in love,” he always said says. “It’s worse.”
They talk about children in rare softer moments. Oberyn says her children would never be afraid. “You’d teach them to spit fire before they could speak.” Aelys brushes his hair from his forehead and murmurs, “You’d raise them to be shameless.” “And adored,” he adds softly. “So adored.”
No one else gets to see her softly. No one else gets to see him still. She falls asleep with her face in the crook of his neck. He watches over her when she sleeps
Ship Tropes
Fire Meets Fire
Touch her and you die
Flirts back (him) x confused because they have never gotten this far while flirting (her)
Ship Songs
Earned It by The Weekend
'Cause girl, you're perfect You're always worth it And you deserve it The way you work it
Please, Please, Please by Sabrina Carpenter
I know I have good judgment, I know I have good taste It's funny and it's ironic that only I feel that way I promise 'em that you're different and everyone makes mistakes
Salvatore by Lana Del Ray
The summer's wild And I've been waiting for you all this time I adore you, can't you see, you're meant for me? Summer's hot but I've been cold without you
A DAUGHTER NAMED SERENYA
Aelys Targaryen never planned to be a mother. Children were something other women had. She wore rubies, not nursery dust. She danced to songs, not lullabies. And Oberyn… well. He had daughters already. Aelys thought that would be enough. And one summer, Serenya was born. A daughter neither expected, but both loved so wholly it hurt. She has Oberyn’s golden-brown skin, warm and sun-soaked, but Aelys’s face: soft cheeks, a full pink mouth, violet and deep eyes. Her hair is long and in dark curls. Aelys doesn’t know what to do with her half the time. She dips her toes in fountains and asks if dragonfire could melt the stars. Serenya throws fits over torn sleeves and then spends hours in the sparring yard. She'll cry if her dragon book has a rip, but scolds Oberyn when he kills a man too quickly, crying “You could’ve let me watch.” She gives her nursemaid a ruby “for being nice” and nearly blinded a boy with her hairpin for calling her “princess” with the wrong tone.
She adores her father. Worships him actually. The way he rides, the way he moves. She mimics his smirks, steals his sandals, sits in his lap at council meetings and interrupts with questions. But it’s Aelys who truly knows her. Serenya copies her mother’s handwriting. She arranges her jewels in color-coded lines and names each piece. She insists on watching Aelys paint her lips, tie her bodice, and file her nails to points. She is fascinated by her mother. Serenya is sharp, curious, and difficult. She demands bedtime stories with multiple endings and then rewrites them herself if she doesn’t like it. Her favorites always end with queens who don’t marry, princesses who slay beasts, and dragons who burn the world for love. She gives love like Aelys does: protectively and strong with emotion.
MOONBOARD
