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[targaryenstars]

NAVIGATION ⋆˚꩜｡

em. sapphic. 23. diva. princess. daughter of cain. lover of stevie knicks. targaryen apologist. benjamin poindexter’s lawyer.

fic blog @targaryenstar

“𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝? 𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧. 𝐌𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞.”

main blog for reposts, liking, interacting.

minors dni, ageless blogs will be blocked.

currently writing for: akotsk

𝜗𝜚 MASTERLIST

𝜗𝜚 ASKS OPEN

𝜗𝜚 REQUESTS CLOSED

[targaryenstars]

https://www.tumblr.com/shaneposting/775230778678427648/he-would-not-fucking-say-that-maybe-he-would-if

i know this was a while ago but this reminded me of people complaining of brat tamer!dex... is smutty fanfiction that serious let people have funn

anon this is the truest shit ever spoken. like there’s a life outside fanfic guys, JUST SMELL THE GRASS THE DIRT JUST LIKE I DREAMED THEYD BE

[thegameoflovemindberries]

TAG GAME ❗️❗️❗️

Mine

....I don't mind

I'll tag @rasin-c00ldude @bonnie181987 @latinumenthusiast @bubonichronic @hugoreyeswife @pepsicanzonthefloor @elliotmustd1e @fuckin8alien @frerardisreal666 @goatcutter @rowenrefugee @psycocilybe @enora-elk-kirkton @vierraz @whotfisflight and anyone else who want

[xponi067]

NO?????????

@justawormsstuff @stelsundarkstar and anyone else who wunt to join lowk

[stelsundarkstar]

you know what.. fuck yeah.

imma tag @coyote--ginger @mirxia09 @ordinaryartistt @jellyfishpeanuts1

[mirxia09]

...I am NOT complaining...

I'm tagging everyone who wants to join👍👍

[maybeinyourwallz]

Im screeching.

Anyways @cj220 @lilacstarz12 do your thing

[cj220]

Thank you for the tag

@maybeinyourwallz

This is the man I’m marrying lol

Who I’m tagging next:

@norassickining @candygimp

@unifairyprincess @hikikomori-chan @swagpersonified @starlitdreamer0 @starsisinsane @starblessed09

[starblessed09]

Not bad, not bad

Ok uhh

@melicutherwrist @whimsyaubz @lady-bugs28 @abrahamlincolnrule34 @historysweeth3art @prettyp1nkmushr0oms

[whimsyaubz]

shit im not complaining I NEED THAT NEOWWW👅

thank u for da tag<3

@mel6ncholi @svmvnthasworld @that-one-poet-named-rae @thesunn1estangel @lilluvlygirl @electric-funer4l @trulyyjuliee @un1c0rn-g1rl @prettyasdecay @notonelover

[prettyasdecay]

ur fucking kidding me.

@fromthemousetrap @kcookiez +anyone

[kcookiez]

LMAOO

He's so fine but I wish it was my husband toji or nanami

@sckrewyew @j3nny21xcx @jellyrybka @maplekae @micha3lmy3rs @wrensvoices @texaschef-offical @kather111ine @waxgrave

[sckrewyew]

ғᴏʀ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇxᴛ: ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀs ɪɴ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴘ ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴛ

ʙᴜᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛᴛᴛ ᴍᴀʀʀʏɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʙʀᴏ

ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ᴋɪᴅ (╥﹏╥)

@welaughuntilourribsgettough @scarecrow-jo3 @whisperingvanillaz @ofc-youhave-redhair-andpronouns @rosewoodsecrets @invader-rewa

ʟᴍᴋ ɪғ ᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ

[super-stellar]

GENUINELY DON’T GET ME EXCITED HOLY.

@starlithotline @immadeofporcelain @tearstaineddangel @youthwright @ilovebunniessss @prakritidotcom @g0ld-st4r-b0y @lesbianangel17 (lmk if you don’t wanna be tagged!)

[g0ld-st4r-b0y]

@vintonik @redlipstickboy @jalndr @sugvr4blktboys @tohateistomourn

[sugvr4blktboys]

oh hi enden's mcsm jesse design oh owowo h jhii imm [melts down into a puddle]

@deathricochet @ma1a-kai @setting-in-a-h0neymoon

[ma1a-kai]

@one-and-only-dandeo @ieatgayppl @gummyboy300

[one-and-only-dandeo]

I wouldn't mind this actually.

@ermthechaosfairy @zombvamp @3cupsofflour @pwppiiprincezz @wouldntyouliketoknowweatherboy99 @the-hyperfixated-queer1056 @sonofchupacabra @dearliv18 @darrelsdog @lethallyunfunny

[the-hyperfixated-queer1056]

Polyamorous relationship with Kris and the Soul?

@tinywafflerat @sofphiaa @fleab125 @beasshenanigans @m3talgir1

[beasshenanigans]

ordinary women from MHA!! I’m chill with that XD

@cup1d1an-l0v3r. @fansfavoritefag

@carmalisstickyy +OPEN TAGS!!

[askthecaptainoftheskeld]

I can live with this lmao

@sadestghost, @red-leaderz im taking yall down with me...

[red-leaderz]

Not sure if this means Tim or Alex. Or both. Gulp.

OPEN TAGS I don't know who to tag,,,

[d1pp3rst4rs]

hm

okayyyy idk man idk..

[evilsocksanon]

Yes yes come to me mark grayson ipa yes 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

[iminbetweenyourcouchcushions]

allan. I'm sure there are other characters but they all don't count because they're gifs 🙁

Open tags I don't wanna tag people

[sneakyserpentsilvy]

It was actually appa but he doesn't count, so Vincent vaga it is

@eggchanisactuallyraylon @wh0rerf4n @jamieslastcloud @teegzz @itmightbeverosika + open tags

[teegzz]

bro do not threaten me with a good time🙏🙏🙏

@roccosgirl @pinstripepauper @cocktailfish1 @cinnaqmonrollezz @shortnsweetemailsicantsend +open tags

[roccosgirl]

He ain’t gonna be able to walk anymore after i get to him

@texaschef-offical @shortnsweetemailsicantsend @lynlapidfan83 @duhitsemmuh @inthecosmos903

[duhitsemmuh]

TY FOR THE TAG LOVELLYYYY

OH HELL YEAH 👅👅👅👅👅👅👅👅👅👅👅

@prosperousprophet @starlithotline @mel6ncholi

@strawkikix0x0 @terrifyrr @fizzycakepop @v4nillangel @julietteisreal

[prosperousprophet]

ouuuu shit but we can’t he’s like 15 or something

no pressure tags: @serendipityepiphany @kimberlyxmon @casanddeanswife @beepbeepblerp @pinkisinthecloset

[kimberlyxmon]

Is anyone surprised?

Tag: @serendipityepiphany @blondexdoll @glitterstargalaxy @cutiepieeswag @velvetgirlhood13 @ohdeergirl

[ohdeergirl]

Elio😞😞

tags @cursedbutterfly @luwuwuw @prettysweetpastry @whimsi-s0ul

[cursedbutterfly]

bruh

@r3tten-ange1 @casthelegend @itzseraphim2 @landmine-lillies @xxoliviazcornerxx @vamp-girl-walking @v1lecreatur3 @arc-mikael013 @angel-pd @er-idkhehe2 @ohdeergirl @organ-g1rl @paintbrush-jirai @pleadtothestars + anyone

[vamp-girl-walking]

LMFAOOOOOO @cursedbutterfly

ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT

@akalizzygr4ntz @bandagedthoughtsblog @servingfairydust @saul-av @ryuwantsrevenge

[servingfairydust]

Tysm for the tag @vamp-girl-walking 💕💕

YES. YES. & YES. I already have the ring

Tags🦇💄(no pressure lovelies)~ @etherealsadchick @xh444 @valewhimsy @panisfetch @gabbythedaddy @eternoct-void @daughterofthesunlands @prim4donna @caramelcarmen @ghostykie @bambiey3d @fairiesgloss @madeofvioletdreams

[eternoct-void]

He was hot till he opened his mouth. @servingfairydust ty!!!

no pressure: @valenatarg @daenerys-lemons @baratheonpilled @beeeeew @soracities @kingofcourtjesters @valewhimsy @eilowyn1 @ladythedrunken

[ladythedrunken]

That certainly is not an issue to me 😮‍💨😩

Tags: @ella17626 @l3visbby

[l3visbby]

ty for the tag! ♡

IF HE WILL HAVE ME THEN 100%

npt: @targaryenstar @goldenhoneyedwine @kyrylo-kot @pinkdoeweirdo @valarrsgirl @rottenbites + anyone who wants to join!

[pinkdoeweirdo]

thank u for the tag @l3visbby🤍🤍!!

uh-oh…

──── ♖ ────

no pressure tags: @rottenbites @valarrsgirl @targlocket @silkaurum @loverssalvation @lustedbby @goldenhoneyedwine @breakspearz @carmysdoll @starr-jazz @scissorhvnds @vlarrtrgryn

[valarrsgirl]

thank you so much for the tag my darlings @l3visbby @pinkdoeweirdo 🤍

yes yes please—PLEASE

no pressure tags : @userhotd @rottenbites @carmysdoll @vlarrtrgryn @lovers-cherry @amourflores @velvetsainthills @jennifrchck @captainfern @starxs-s @fluttervoid @wintrynightz @sedonasummer + anyone who’d like to join🤍

[rottenbites]

thank you for the tags @l3visbby @pinkdoeweirdo @valarrsgirl

MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN

no pressure tags: @samwspn @silkaurum @carmysdoll @targlocket @targaryenstar + anyone who wants to join!!!

[targaryenstars]

thank u for the tags honeys @rottenbites @l3visbby !!!

my man my man my man, i can fix him i swear

no pressure tags: @targlocket @captainfern @starxs-s @silkaurum @breakspearz

[doeeyedbtch]

Positivity train !!

Thank youuu for tagging me @savinggracee, @mrs-nonchalant I would definitely tag you guys too !! ❣️

if you see this or are tagged in it, tag a couple of your favorite mutuals/blogs and let them know you appreciate seeing them on your dash!

@samwspn @maverist @severedlamb @sturnsfavgirl @cybersturn @girrlsoinlove @rafesdaydream @delilahsturniolo - and of course saurrrrr many more I literally love ALL my mooties ❤️ - no pressure, just for the funsies and to spread some love !

[samwspn]

ty for the tag ♡♡♡♡

@wintrynightz @userhotd @bejeweledinterludes @violained @nuitts @prettysouled @maverist @cumkissed @parkerloves @eepwtf @vlarrtrgryn @finnsbarbie @carmysdoll @scandalscontained @heapingfern @rottenbites @bulletwoundpiercing @wcters @angllic @pittsick @heart-of-alex @djournal-s @cyberdrream @severedlamb @mortluvr @beafond @appleisliveonmtv @gilmrres @starryezzie @doeeyedbtch @wheeziepoot @girrlsoinlove @esarity11 @twlightzne @bruisedboys @rottndeer @effortlesslysweet @heavensundead @amourflores @aphrahdite @scissorhvnds @lilahthedoll @gengarwebs @im-miss-worldblog @bleeding-lips-and-sharp-teeth @angeldolette tried tagging everyone 😫 im so so sorry if i didnt tag u, memory sucks

[userhotd]

tysm for the tag <3

@pinkdoeweirdo, @samwspn, @gilmrres, @silkaurum, @lustedbby, @wintrynightz, @rottndeer, @targ4ryens, @starxs-s, @ghostlybfgf, @l3visbby, @morriganstark, @carmysdoll, @vlarrtrgryn, @visenyahightower, @goldenhoneyedwine, @valarrsgirl, @rottenbites, @sczlxdy, @scariffs, @amourflores <33

(sorry if i forgot anyone, love to all of you 🤍💋)

[valarrsgirl]

thank you soo much for the tag my love 💝

@userhotd @rottenbites @pinkdoeweirdo @rottndeer @lustedbby @wintrynightz @targaryenstars @targlocket @starxs-s @ghostlybfgf @goldenhoneyedwine @fluttervoid @lovers-cherry @amourflores @carmysdoll @marlsvii @vlarrtrgryn @velvetsainthills @sedonasummer @catbayunthestoryteller @xuanoir @jennifrchck @sunkssdcherry @sunshineflowersandkisses @captainfern @l3visbby ( SO SORRY if i forgot anyone, love you all sm )

[jennifrchck]

thank u sm for the tag @valarrsgirl, @dearlizzies-rip !!

@valarrsgirl @dearlizzies-rip @hydrangel1c @dewypout @targaryenstars @goldenhoneyedwine

[targaryenstars]

right back at you sweetie pies! @jennifrchck @valarrsgirl

@l3visbby @goldenhoneyedwine @moonsandsmiles @targlocket @carameliee @captainfern @starxs-s @breakspearz @rottenbites @sedonasummer

[targaryenstars]

oh my god ur new theme!! jaw dropped straight to the floor I love it.

alice!!!! i’m in awe of your theme girl. this is the sweetest compliment ever!

[targaryenstars]

em my love i’ve missed youuu !! how have you been <3

my fernie!!!! i’ve missed you too! life has been moving so fast for me, so I’ve been inactive. hope you’re well!

[targaryenstars]

LOVE the new theme, diva🩷🩷🩷🩷

teheheheehe love love love you!!!!!!

[targaryenstars]

✨🌼🌷💗 this is the you are amazing award. send it to ten bloggers you think are wonderful or just take a moment to bask in your own awesomeness! ✨🌼🌷💗

my jade !!!!!!! how sweet, thank you sweetheart!!!!!

[valarrsgirl]

— 𖥔 ݁ ˖ tag game!! add 3 characters you identify yourself with

thank you my darling @carmysdoll for the tag ♡

݁ ˖ maysilee donner, audrey horne, faith maccaulley

tags: @pinkdoeweirdo @starxs-s @targlocket @targaryenstars @captainfern @lovers-cherry @l3visbby @baelors-widow + anyone else who would like to join

[targaryenstars]

— 𖥔 ݁ ˖ tag game!! add 3 characters you identify yourself with

thank you for the tag diva @valarrsgirl

halaena targaryen, jennifer check, nellie crain

tags: @l3visbby @httpsvalarr @pinkdoeweirdo @silkaurum @targlocket + anyone else who wants to join!

[targaryenstars]

dear em your new theme is so pretty!! 🌸🍬🩵

jadie!!!!! thank you my sweetheart 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼i’m in awe of you

[targaryenstars]

drop this sunflower🧡🌻💛 into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy! lets spread a little sunshine ☀️mwah!

how did i not see this???? nene, my sweet angel!!!!

[targaryenstars]

☆ put this star into the inbox of your favourite blogs - it's time to spread positivity!

my eve, i love love love you!!!!! sending it right back <3333

[targaryenstars]

drop this sunflower🧡🌻💛 into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy! lets spread a little sunshine ☀️

theia!!!!!! my sweet angel!!! thank you thank you thank you!!! 🩵🪽

[targaryenstars]

drop this sunflower🧡🌻💛 into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy! let’s spread a little sunshine ☀️

fernie!!!! my diva!! ur so so kind to me always, you are the sweetest 🩵🪽

[targaryenstars]

for my wife to keep in the jar, will come sometimes to rent it out for fic writing (big juicy kiss i'm so happy you liked my daelora bullshit)

i am the number one daelora shipper. if daelora has no fans, i am dead. but my baby, i will take such good care of it. the jar is spacious and full of brain juice to keep its genius!!!!!!! i am totally normal!!!1!!!!!1!1!!

[dr3aming-drunk]

STRIKING A DEAL

summary: neither his condition nor his will allowed daeron to compete in a tourney; he had to come up with a scheme and find a knight who would champion in his name. the gods were on his side, as a certain northern lady knight desperately wanted to prove her worth and skill to the closed-minded lords of the south.

pairing: daeron targaryen x oc!alora mormont

wc: 3k

a/n: MY LOVES IT'S FINALLY HAPPENING!!! FIRST INTRODUCTORY FIC FOR DAELORA IS OUTTTTT! i really hope you enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed coming up with the storyline and writing it out! thank you to all my irls and moots that sat through this with me and hyped me up to write that shit!

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ © ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴇᴇᴅʙᴀᴄᴋ, ɪ'ᴅ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇ ɪᴛ

ʙʟᴀɴᴋ + ᴀɢᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ ʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ

the sole mention of another tourney turned daeron’s stomach upside down. never had he been considered a good knight. in fact, even his youngest brother titled him a shit knight. and yet despite what happened at the infamous ashford tourney, his father made him attend another. 

he had joked throughout the journey about the prospect of losing another ear, but in reality, he was terrified. the horse accident still loomed over him, leaving his foot improving in recovery, nowhere near its previous condition. his body was in no shape to contest against the knights and lords of the realm. daeron tried posing it as one of the arguments against his participation, but his father would not hear it. as his only son at hand, with aerion still being exiled, aemon at the citadel, and aegon squiring for ser duncan, maekar had no choice but to send his eldest to one of the lords of the crownlands’ name day celebrations. even if he was a shit knight. maekar was rightfully worried whether daeron would be even able to represent targaryens well.

‘do not disappoint me.’ the words of his father echoed in the young prince’s head. too bad, father. too bad i am incapable of making you proud. 

upon arrival at the tourney grounds, daeron’s morale got completely lost. seeing so many noble houses’ pennants from all across the continent, made his palms sweat and mouth dry all at once. the nerves for his safety grew stronger with each tent he passed with his entourage. although if asked, he would have sworn the bodily reaction was from the heat and the wine, not the fright. 

he was received at the manor with utmost respect, with the host and his family personally greeting him. the pleasantries were cut short, as a commotion from across the courtyard captured everyone’s attention. a swordsman stormed out of one of the gates, followed by a younger lad sharing their resemblance. 

‘alora, wait!’ the young man called after the knight, trying to catch up to the angry figure for whom everyone moved out of the way, scared of potential escalations. 

‘i wonder what was that about…’ an out-loud thought escaped daeron’s lips, while he followed the boy with his eyes until he could no longer differentiate him from the servants and lordlings gathered down the path to the manor. 

‘by the looks of it,’ said one of the host’s sons, ‘someone got rejected from entering the lists. northmen if i had to guess.’

‘if i had to guess,’ the lord father barged in before his son could say one-word-too-many, ‘we might hear about it later from the game master. for now, i am sure the prince would like to rest after the journey.’

‘that would be splendid, thank you.’ only then did he feel the actual effects that the road had on him, and realized how truly tired he was. the thought of a warm bath and 

—

on the morrow, daeron followed the host lord to the jousting grounds, as the promise of afternoon drink per the lord’s invitation seemed far more entertaining than the sparring itself.

‘do you plan on participating yourself, your grace?’ asked the older man, pouring daeron a cup of his finest wine. 

‘i um… thank you,’ he took the goblet away and had a gulp of the beverage, ‘i am working on it.’

‘you must haste then, my master of games is a rather impatient one.’

‘i will keep it in mind then,’ he said, emptying his cup of wine in one gulp, and stretching his arm out towards a cupbearer to refill. the sweet alcohol soothed his nerves temporarily, as the prince did not want to dwell on the idea of his own participation in the tourney just yet.  

both men sipped at their drinks and snacked at some prepared delicacies, while observing the sparring below the audience seats. daeron treated it as a scouting ground - looking for potential knights to bribe and find someone reasonably skilled to fight in his name. they’ve exchanged some comments about the host’s sons fighting, some gossip about the knights that daeron or his father were better acquainted with, and those who were less familiar to the princeling. he then spotted the young man from the day before, battling against the other man, both of their light armors covered in mud. it almost felt like a trance, watching the lad’s opponent dance around with the sword, striking him hard with the practice weapon.

‘taken interest with the mormonts, i see?’

‘mormonts you say…?’

‘yes, my prince. the siblings from yesterday.’

‘interesting pair those two.’

‘far more interesting than you would think.’

‘elaborate.’

‘well you see, the one that’s currently laying in mud, is the younger brother. poor thing hardly classifies as a man and they had him sign up to represent their family.’

‘really? why not the older brother then? he looks far more skilled.’

‘that is very simple. because that is a woman.’

‘a wo-’ daeron almost choked on his wine. he got up quickly and had to take a double look at the two figures on the fighting grounds, as the standing one pulled up the young lad off the ground with ease, ‘that’s a woman?!’ 

‘a feisty one,’ the lord said, chuckling a little at the prince losing his composure, ‘or so says my game master. she cursed him out alongside ten of his generations onwards after almost cutting his finger off with a dagger for not letting her sign up.’ 

‘don’t poke the bear,’ the young prince concluded, smiling to himself. 

‘so they say.’ 

‘you are right, that is very interesting.’ daeron commented trying to wipe off some of the wine that stained his tunic. he could not understand why such a skilled fighter would not be accepted as a participant for the tourney, only to be then reminded how old-fashioned some of the lords and knights could be. yet he amused himself with the thought of spitefully having a lady knight join the tourney and maybe even win in the name of a drunkard prince. the prospect of amusing his father with a white lie of his victory, only to then anger his sire by admitting he had a lady knight champion for him, struck a mischievous chord in daeron’s heart. 

— 

and so that very same evening, he took it upon himself to find the mormont pavilion and present the girl with an offer. he stepped inside one of his acquainted lordlings’ pavilions and asked for direction and a cup of their best wine. his friend let him know that the lords of the north settled at the very back of the tourney village, but he could not say where the specific tents were located. daeron thanked him, and marched out toasting his companion with a freshly refilled cup. 

he could easily tell where the northerners were stationed, simply by the atmosphere around. the aura surrounding them was much different to what he was used to, because while still gathered around tents and campfires, their mingling was limited to other northmen. he tried to decipher the stoic looks that they sent his way, but he could not tell whether it was simple hostility towards outsiders or lack of interest. 

finally he spotted the familiar lad walking out of an inconspicuously-looking tent in washed-out green, carrying what looked like laundry ready to be hanged. he followed him with his gaze and spotted a small bonfire counterintuitively placed away from the other tents, with a few logs circled around it. one of them was occupied by a hunched over figure sharpening their sword. 

the young lady sat firmly grounded with her legs spread, which made daeron think she was not like a lord’s daughter at all. the damp short locks fell on her forehead as she slowly ran the pocket grindstone up and down the blade. she held the weapon up, looking for places that still needed work. for a brief second while lowering her sword down, their eyes met. daeron could not help but to stare at the deep scars running from the side of her head and down across her right cheek. the carvings in her skin made him almost reach for his much more neat scar. as he observed what once could have been considered fine features, he wondered how difficult it was for a noble woman to deal with an eyesore like that in social situations. 

she frowned, being certain the scars would be one of the first things the stranger brought up. they usually were. 

‘you fight well,’ he said standing beside her work station.

‘is that a challenge?’ she asked without looking his way, too busy working on her sword.

he chuckled at the question, ‘no, i could hardly wield a sword as a young boy against my younger brother, let alone a skilled warrior like yourself.’

she glanced up at the stranger before getting back to her work and asking a follow up question, ‘even if that warrior is a woman?’ 

‘especially when that warrior is a woman.’ 

a moment of silence fell between them, broken by distant chatter of other people and the rythmic sound of a sharpened metal. 

‘so, are you going to just stand there and gawk or-’ she resumed the conversation, with eyes still focused on a blade.

‘right, pardon me,’ he cleared his throat before continuing, ‘allow me to introduce-’

‘i know who you are,’ she interrupted, switching the side of the blade and dampening the sharpening stone with a flask against her log, which daeron failed to notice earlier.

‘you do?’ he asked for clarity. 

‘you fit the description of the oldest princeling of prince maekar,’ she admitted, taking another glance his way.

‘i see… well, you’ll be happy to know that i am in fact him: prince daeron targaryen, the prince of the summerhall,’ he proclaimed, straightening up a bit. 

‘also known as the dreaming drunk,’ she noted, nodding slightly towards the cup he forgot he was holding. 

‘among many things, yes.’ he took a sip of the wine before continuing, ‘any problem with that, lady mormont? alora was it?’ 

a prolonged sigh left her lips, and she soon stopped her work, to pay full attention to him. she laid the sword against an empty log and dropped the grindstone to the ground. she turned to face him and leaned back on the log, propping herself with her hands placed on each of her sides. ‘to what do i owe this dubious pleasure?’ she asked with a grimace, looking up at him.  

‘ouch,’ he placed the cup-holding hand against his chest ‘northern women and their-’

‘watch your tongue.’ her frown deepened. ‘get to the point.’

‘well, i came with an offer. stand as my champion in the tourney and i will reward you.’   

‘and what makes you think i would want to do that, especially with that attitude of yours?’ she asked, eyes rolling at his nonchalance as he took another sip of his drink, trying to maintain their eye contact.  

‘for starters, you could get whatever you’d like as your pay.’ his response was greeted with another look of dismay from alora.  

‘do i look like a sellsword to you?’ she asked standing up, clearly upset by a sole hint of that allusion. 

‘on the contrary, a good fighter with lack of opportunities,’ he replied, moving slowly behind her to stand on her other side.  

‘what’s that supposed to mean?’ 

he stood closer, shortening the distance between them. the sudden move caused alora to hold out a dagger and press it against his chest. he held his hands up in a sign of defeat and stepped away, but not too far. ‘simply that we both know you should be the one competing in the tourney, not your baby brother. by the looks of it, neither you nor him are thrilled about this whole squire-knight arrangement, when clearly he should be serving the better knight.’ 

she stared intensely at him, not knowing what to say. it struck her ego, knowing that a princeling like him would figure things out between her and her brother. but he couldn’t have known her heart. not so easily. 

‘i know a thing or two about the first-born's expectations versus what we truly want,’ he said, moving away to circle around the fire. 

‘you know nothing about what i want.’ 

‘and that’s where you’re wrong, sweet cub.’ his teasing comment was embellished with a smirk, and his eyes focused only on capturing her reaction.

she clutched her fists. ‘don’t call me that.’ 

‘oh, i see that i have managed to poke the bear…’ a cocky smile appeared on his face for a second, only to quickly change to a serious expression as he rested one hand on his heart bowing slightly. ‘my apologies. what i’m trying to say is that we might be able to help each other out.’ 

‘how so?’ she asked, crossing her arms on her chest, waiting for his explanation. 

‘it’s simple: you stand as me at the tourney grounds, while i support your bravery from the crowd,’ he said standing before her, this time with no dagger between them. 

‘that’s your plan? 

‘perfect isn’t it?’ he rested his hands on each side of his hips, feeling proud of himself. ‘you get to fight, i get to watch…’ 

she could not believe her own ears. the young lady mormont sighed heavily and brushed her locks back before asking for details ‘very well, smart-ass, how would i fit in your armor then?’ 

‘that…i did not think through…’

‘right,’ she smiled half-heartedly with her eyes narrowed. ‘end of discussion, then?’ 

‘you can always wear your own and i publicly proclaim you my official champion.’  

‘highly doubt that would work either. they’re already skeptical about the northern customs of female warriors. your lords and their backward ways would not fathom a sight of a woman competing in a tourney against men. this entire conversation would not be taking place right now if it was otherwise.’

‘i shall take care of it then.’  

‘right…’ she chimed in without confidence in the actual power of his agency.   

‘i’m a princeling after all, am i not?’

alora sighed with annoyance. she was not sure if she could believe him. she wouldn’t want a royal to play with her hope, only to have her dreams shattered. it was very tempting to agree, to participate. especially since that’s all she really came there for, and the organizers denied her. and even though relying on someone with such an unstable reputation pained her, she had started to feel this might be her only chance to prove to those southerners what she’s truly worth. 

‘is that a yes then?’ he asked hopefully, seeing her features soften as she went through the mental gymnastics of calculating all the pros and cons.  

she stared at him, still uncertain about his intentions. ‘what about your honor then? wouldn’t you be embarrassed to have a woman fight in your name?’ 

daeron laughed softly at the comment ‘what honor? you think i care about that?’ 

she nodded and sighed with resignation. ‘right…’

‘if that makes my offer more convincing,’ he said, attempting to place a hand on her shoulder, only to have it smacked away, ‘i can assure you that i will be honorable in keeping my word when it comes to the reward.’ 

the prince extended his hand with his cup out towards her, with little of the wine left inside, in hopes of sealing the agreement with a shared toast.

the lady stared intensely into his eyes, trying to find anything that would indicate deception, yet failed to catch anything that would reveal any trickery. ‘whatever i want?’ 

‘within reason, yes. whatever you want.’ 

instead of drinking from the cup, she grabbed it to hold for a second, while shaking his hand with a tight grip. ‘deal.’

she handed him his drink back, and started collecting her things to pack them in the tent. 

‘this deserves a toast! why won’t you drink it?!’ he asked, taking a sip himself. 

‘i don’t drink wine! i hate that watered down piss!’ she said over her shoulder while disappearing in her tent. her words caused him to gasp loudly, to which for the first time that evening, she let out a short but sincere laugh from the inside of her temporary accommodation. ‘i don’t drink in general before fights,’ she said, reappearing for a moment. 

‘responsibly.’

‘i try.’ 

a moment of awkward silence filled the air as daeron stood there smiling at her, without noticing the inconvenience he was creating. 

‘you better go. i need good sleep if you want me to do well at this thing.’

‘oh, right. yes. my apologies.”

‘let me know if i can actually participate.’

‘yes, i um… i will send someone your way.’ 

‘thank you.’

‘no i-’ he wouldn’t finish, as she disappeared inside her tent. 

the young prince smiled to himself, hopeful that his plan may actually work. he turned to head back to the manor, crossing paths with alora’s brother coming back to their tent. the young lean man was a carbon copy of his sister except for the scars and the long dark locks that fell past his shoulderblades. in daeron’s eyes he must have been no older than fourteen or fifteen. the mormont looked suspiciously at this stranger roaming around his pavilion. he stood outside for a minute, following the prince with his eyes as the blonde moved away slowly, only to smile to himself mischievously before entering the tent. 

‘oh loraaaaaa! who’s that loverboy of yoursssss? sister, how wonderful it is that you have finally managed to snatch one for yourself!’

daeron looked back hearing the commotion behind him, only to see the young man bursting out of the tent and tripping over to the ground. alora rushed after him with her dagger unsheathed, pointing directly at her sibling. 

‘one more fucking word rymor and i will personally feed you your own tongue. understood?!’

the young boy giggled, getting up from the ground, taking a glance towards the direction in which daeron had been headed. she followed his gaze, and upon seeing the prince she lowered her weapon and turned back to the tent. 

‘run while you still can, my lord!’ rymor shouted after him, which angered alora even more and she reappeared outside to bring her foul-mouthed brother back inside by his ear, much to his dismay and exclamations of pain. 

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catching every single one of them and rubbing them on my chest.