Synopsis: Based heavily on the song “Willow Maid” by Erutan, one day Daemon goes through the forest, only
Warnings: Usual yandere warnings, obsessive behaviour, violence, proceed at your own risk.
Author’s note: I absolutely love this character so lets get this bowl rolling.
You laid upon the mossy forest floor, upon the home where you were born again. At your original birth you were silent, unmoving, cold. Your parents were hopeless and that night they laid stiff until sleep stole them where they heard a voice, like a mothers - bring her to me, she whispered. They didn't know how they knew to take you to the forest where you now reside, but they laid you affront an old willow tree and left, safe within the embrace of the Mother.
You grew within that wood, blossoming like a sweet rose, wrapped in the embrace of the Mother. Vines grew along your arms and legs, flowers bloomed in your hair and your eyes glowed a deep green of the forest. Men tended to stay far from your forest, scared of the magic within your ancient home - until a dragon came hunting.
In a simple dark leather tunic, prince Daemon Targaryen marched through the forest, his eyes sharp. He needed to get away from King's Landing; between his brother, and petty nobles, it was no wonder that half of the Targaryens go mad. He came with the intention to hunt, but found himself exploring instead. During his patrols of King's Landing he had heard rumours of this part of the woods, that it was haunted...
When he heard a voice ringing out in the distance, beautifully echoing throughout the woods. In like a trance, he walked towards it, needing to see the fair creature who's soft tune blessed his ears. Through the thicket he wandered, brushing aside bushes, the air dense with anticipation until he saw her. Sitting by an old gnarled willow tree, encircled by red toadstools.
His breath hitched.
He had seen many fair maids before, and bedded most of them, but the being before him was otherworldly. Her long h/c hair like a halo, her flawless s/c skin with deep green vines snaking along it, and those mysterious glowing eyes... all wrapped up in a f/c dress which flowed around her, wild flowers encrusted upon it. To summarise, enchanting.
"Come with me my maiden, come from thy willow bed"
She had no visible reaction other than serenely shaking her head. "See me now, a ray of light in the moon dance, see me now, I cannot leave this place, hear me now, a strain of song in the forest. Don't ask me to follow where you lead"
He had left that day, knowing he would return.
When time allowed it, retraced his steps back to his fair maid. He was dressed in his finest black shirt, the blood red Targaryen symbol upon his left arm, in which he held a delicate flower. What were jewels and gold to a creature of the forest? His love's wavy/straight/curly hair like the fire burning within him, her eyes gleaming like emeralds. Her quiet youthful beauty beckoned him forth, where he stood before her. He outstretched towards her, offering the flower.
"Girl my heart you've captured, I would be your groom"
Her soft hand brushing his as she took the flower -
"I'd wed you never, not near, nor far, nor soon"
The dragon was speechless at her impertinence, as she continued:
"See me now, a ray of light in the moon dance, see me now, I cannot leave this place, hear me now, a strain of song in the forest. Don't ask me to follow where you lead"
He left in a daze that day, before the fog cleared and all that remained was anger. The kind of anger that had scorched nations, conquered kingdoms. The kind that only a dragon could process. He would return the next day, and he would not leave alone.
He returned on the back of Caraxes, he'd take the green eyed fairy and she'd be his wife. Madness raging through him as he imagined raising his heirs with her, living the rest of their eternity together. He reached the thick forested grove where she resided. For once a look other than serenity graced her face, fear. He couldn't imagine a more mesmerising view.
"Dracrays" He shouted, his voice like thunder, he would free her from this cursed forest. Caraxes opened its maw and released fiery carnage upon the old willow, setting it ablaze. At this his young bride screamed, horrified as he began setting her forest alight. Flying back and forth on his great beast, he had no mercy. She sprinted away when some stray flames licked her hair and dress, burning them in the chaos. He was like a man possessed. Any life or green that persisted, he snuffed out. She tried to escape but the walls of flames were too hot, too big, she collapsed in this middle of her charred forest. Only moisture left was her tears.
Once he satiated his destructive urge he landed (dragon), and went through the graveyard of trees to collect his love. She wasn't hard to find, the only colour betwixt the husks, face hidden in her arms and she mourned her once beautiful home. He took her arm and forced her to her feet, she was unable to resist.
As they left the forest she collapsed upon the earth, the vines on her arms drying up and falling off, the flowers in her hair withering and falling out. Her emerald eyes fading to a e/c. He stood before her as she looked up at him, her now (hair length) hair singed, scraps of her dress clinging to her, tear streaks breaking apart the ash on her face, as she looked hopelessly up at him. And she had never looked more beautiful to him.
I just discovered this beautiful Willow Maid Animatic by Mazz & I got sucker punched by some cute unexpected LiuShen before my heart got ripped out by the rest of the video. I HAD TO.
10/10 would recommend.
Also if anyone has ever/ wants to write a fic based on that animatic PLZ let me know I will always volunteer to have my heart broken |ω；｀)
A young man walked through the forest,
with his quiver and hunting bow.
He heard a young girl singing,
and followed the sound below.
There he found the maiden,
who lives in the willow.
He called to her as she listened,
from a ring of toadstools red.
"Come with me my maiden,
come from thy willow bed"
She looked at him serenely
and only shook her head.
🐍- Oh Sevens, I remember singing this back in the days. The others loved it. Might make a cover of it sometime. What do you think? @baul-zigvolt @sillyfatherof3
🎀- Let me do it too! Duet.
(💜- This song actually fits the war era because it's about a fairy and a human (most likely) and the human is depicted in a bad light which is a common thing in songs sung in times of war or conflicts)
Here's your second weekly subscriber-only story! This one is for Abigail, who requested Treebrothers. I hope you like it, darling!
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The forest burned, once. Fifteen years ago, the son of a lord murdered a dryad when he cut down her tree and dragged her weeping from the forest.
The townsfolk killed him as her body faded to mist under the moonlight.
They left his body under the trees. It was gone by the time the sun rose. His father, the lord of the whole area, brought his army to burn the forest.
The forest burned.
Great, ancient trees torched by an angry, vengeful man. He went to sleep in the light of a forest fire like none had ever seen.
When the sun rose, the forest was back, even the daisies lingering in the sunny patches of grass had returned. The army died when the trees began to creak and groan, and then began to advance with deadly purpose.
READ THE WHOLE STORY HERE!
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Treebrothers:
A lordling tried to take a dryad for a bride, not knowing she would die when she set foot outside her forest. Her barely-human son took her willow-children for his brothers, and unknowingly created a dynasty.
