DAENERYS TARGARYEN
LAIRA TARGARYEN
HAROLD STARK
HELAENA VELARYON
ASHA GREYJOY
DONNA TYRELL
ARIANNE MARTELL
MYRCELLA BARATHEON
ELLARIA SAND
OLIVER REDWYNE
SANSA STARK
HELEN STARK
GUY TULLY
CAROLINE BARATHEON
MARGAERY TYRELL
OBERYN MARTELL
OLENNA TYRELL
WILLAS TYRELL
GARLAN TYRELL
LEONETTE FOSSOWAY
ARISIA HIGHTOWER
COATLICUE SAND
IOLANDE MARTELL
RHAELLE TARGARYEN
DROGON, RHAEGAL, & VISERION
THE SAND SNAKES
TALIA ULLER
SORANIK JORDAYNE
DINAH ARRYN
CASSANDRA LANNISTER
SHIREEN BARATHEON
IRRI, JHIQUI, DOREAH, & MISSANDEI
YRRA SPICER
ANDREY DALT
KINVARA, QUAITHE, & MELISANDRE
MOST WANTED
Any interested parties are welcome to join if they would be interested! This is a crossover and OC friendly group with a completely canon divergent and alternate plot. Various alternate verses are also explored with our group members allowing for various plot lines and stories to be explored. This group is Tumblr based and is tracked through the use of a group tag. We are a safe writing space for those who join and do not tolerate vague posting or hate of any kind. If you are interested in joining, please contact @truetargaryen or @mymothershumility.
ALTERNATE VERSES
Below, you will find a link to a number of alternate verses that all group members are welcomed to participate in. These were developed as alternate storylines to explore different timelines and timeframes within the canon material. Many of the verses are alternate universe or canon divergent. You can find all verses and their descriptions here.
SUMMARY
Born in the midst of a violent storm, the first eighteen years of Daenerys’ life were spent evading those that would see her dead in exile across the Narrow Sea. Sold to a Dothraki Khal to be his bride in exchange for an army, Daenerys would walk a long and winding road in the months to follow. Losing a brother, a son, and a husband in the process, Daenerys would step into the flames of Khal Drogo’s funeral pyre only to emerge unburnt with three hatchling dragons amongst the ashes.
Traveling to Qarth and then on to the slave city of Astapor, it is during her quest to acquire Unsullied soldiers within Astapor that Daenerys is united with a half-sister she had no knowledge of. The product of a brief affair between King Aerys II Targaryen and Queen Azarni I Saito of Jayd, Queen Laira holds the striking Valyrian features that the Targaryens are known for with silver hair and striking amethyst eyes. Uncertain of the woman at first, it is Ser Barristan’s counsel and knowledge of the family she never knew that convinces her there is no deceit in the other woman’s revelations.
Daenerys takes her sister into her company from there, coming to value her counsel as well as her company in the time that passes on her journey. Viserion bonds close to Laira from their first encounter in Astapor, the cream and gold dragoness taking to her sister.
With a force of Unsullied acquired, Daenerys sacks the city of Astapor and frees those that are enslaved within it. She proceeds then to Yunkai and Meereen, freeing those that are enslaved among each of the cities. While in Meereen, Daenerys remains to rule over the city, fighting shadow games with the Sons of the Harpy from within the walls of the Great Pyramid and imprisoning both Viserion and Rhaegal beneath the Pyramid after a young girl is killed by dragonfire. After a number of trials, she weds a Meereenese noble to bring peace to the city.
But peace, Daenerys finds, is but a dream within the City of the Harpies.
When Drogon is drawn to the brutal and bloody carnage within the Great Pit of Daznak, Daenerys takes flight upon the dragoness’ back out of the pit and from the city of Meereen. Stranded on the Dothraki Sea, she is captured by Khal Jhaqo’s khalasar and taken to Vaes Dothrak to be made a member of the Dosh Khaleen. Seizing opportunity, she burns theall of the khals that have gathered within the city and unites their khalasars into one, leading them as the Great Khaleesi. With her khalasar at her back and Drogon above her, Daenerys returns to Meereen and retakes the city from those that have laid siege to it. Flying to the cities of Yunkai and Astapor, she is able to retake the cities and frees those that have slipped back into bondage.
In her absence, Ser Barristan reveals that Viserion and Rhaegal have been freed by her sister from the pits beneath the Great Pyramid. Rhaegal had remained within the city while Laira had mounted Viserion to go in search of her. Neither had been seen since. Daenerys fears her sister dead upon delivery of such news, though maintains some hope that the woman may yet still live along with Viserion.
Instilling a grand council of her most trusted advisors and freedmen to rule Astapor, Yunkai, and Meereen in her stead, Daenerys takes her Unsullied and her khalasar and begins her trek across the water to begin her campaign for the Iron Throne. She begins her journey to Westeros, making port in Dorne along the way at the Water Gardens. It is there she meets Oberyn Martell, a Prince of Dorne, his paramour, Ellaria Sand, and Ellaria’s sister, Coatli Sand. She is able to acquire more than just supplies in her stay amongst the Vipers, gathering an all important alliance that she has long been in need of.
Time having passed since her departure from Meereen, there has been no word from Laira nor whisper of her from those in Dorne. Dread seems to sink all the more into Daenerys, fearing the last of her family truly gone. Departing Dorne in hopes of reaching Dragonstone, Daenerys is surprised when Viserion appears in the sky above her ship late one night. It is the first signs of the dragoness that she has seen and she knows to follow after the dragoness wherever she chooses to lead her.
The cream and gold dragoness brings her company to the Reach and on to Highgarden where her sister has taken the seat of House Tyrell for House Targaryen. It is here that she encounters a final family member, a second half-sister from House Velaryon. Helaena Velaryon, the Lady of Driftmark, comes into Daenerys company at Highgarden, bonding close with the dragoness, Rhaegal, in the process.
With Dorne having pledged their banners to her, the houses of the Reach at her back, the North rising to align with her, and a fleet of ships from House Greyjoy, Daenerys is now gathering additional support of other noble houses in Westeros to march on King’s Landing and take back her family’s throne from the Lannisters. Still, winter is fast approaching. And, as Daenerys moves with her allies to take back the throne, something far more sinister begins to make its own move beyond the Wall.
In the dark of night, Helaena could scarcely make out the shape of her own fingers curled about her mount’s spinal crest. Her sweet girl knew the way, though. She knew the coast and the path that would take them where she desired.
Clutching her daughter to her chest, the infant princess strapped securely to her, Helaena held her seat as she felt her mount drop from the cloud cover they had been hiding in. There, in the distance, she could see the flickering of candles and fires. She could see the silhouette of the castle rising up into the sky.
It was there that Helaena wished to be. It was there that her sister would know all that had transpired since she had departed the Reach only two moonturns before.
“Another, Mama?”
It was her eldest daughter who spoke, hopeful violet eyes peering up at Daenerys from a mass of silken pillows and soft cotton blankets. Smiling, Daenerys tucked the blankets more about Rhaenyra’s little form, leaning forward to brush a tender kiss to her brow. The action made her daughter giggle.
“Another?” the Queen parroted, her smile widening at the eager nod of Rhaenyra’s head. “You have not grown tired of the same stories yet, sweetling?”
“No, Mama,” Rhaenyra answered, trying to stifle a yawn. “Will you tell me the story about Valyria? Please?”
The story was a frequently requested one, nothing more than a retelling of the history of the Freehold. Rhaenyra delighted in it, though. Daenerys found herself incapable of denying such a little request. She was only halfway through the story and Rhaenyra was already slumbering. With a final kiss to her daughter’s forehead, Daenerys rose and snuffed the sconces about the room.
As she walked the halls back to her own chambers, she paused to check on her other daughters. They were all sleeping peacefully, having succumbed to sleep some time before. It was always Rhaenyra who fought sleep the most. She had just slipped from Aliandra and Meria’s rooms when she heard a familiar call resound above the Holdfast.
It was not Drogon’s familiar call that she heard. No, it was another of her daughters... Rhaegal.
No threats were spoken, no angry words exchanged. The two queens smiled at one another and exchanged courtesies instead. Then Lady Sharra sent for the three crowns (her own regent’s coronet, her son’s small crown, and the Falcon Crown of Mountain and Vale that the Arryn kings had worn for a thousand years), and surrendered them to Queen Visenya, along with the swords of her garrison. And it was said afterward that the little king flew thrice about the summit of the Giant’s Lance and landed to find himself a little lord. Thus did Visenya Targaryen bring the Vale of Arryn into her brother’s realm.
stark week | day six: one event — tale of the night’s king 🐺
“Some say he was a Bolton,” Old Nan would always end. “Some say a Magnar out of Skagos, some say Umber, Flint, or Norrey. Some would have you think he was a Woodfoot, from them who ruled Bear Island before the ironmen came. He never was. He was a Stark, the brother of the man who brought him down.”
[14/20] ASOIAF power couples → Maekar I Targaryen x Dyanna Dayne
The last of King Daeron’s sons was the second to wed, to Lady Dyanna Dayne, niece of the famed Ser Ulrick, the Sword of the Morning. This came as a surprise to most, as the groom was just sixteen, his bride scarcely a year older — and Dornish besides. King Daeron offered little in the way of explanation, but young maidens at court insisted it was the dour prince and gregarious Dyanna themselves who requested the match, for they were rarely seen far apart. Whatever the cause, so it was that in 190 AC, the two were married.
A warrior of note, Maekar’s greatest distinction came during the First Blackfyre Rebellion at the Battle of the Redgrass Field. The battle was a bloody affair that saw many to their deaths, including Daemon Blackfyre himself and his two eldest sons, and only came to an end when Baelor Breakspear appeared with a host of stormlords and Dornishmen, falling on the rebel rear, while the young Prince Maekar rallied what remained of Lord Arryn’s van and made an implacable anvil against which the rebels were hammered and destroyed.
For his valor, Prince Maekar was awarded the seat of Summerhall. By Lady Dyanna’s hand, Summerhall remained true to its name, less a fortress than a palace filled with music, art, and gardens. During their seventeen years of marriage, Dyanna bore Maekar four sons and two daughters before succumbing to a short and sudden illness some years after the birth of Princess Rhae. Several ladies were henceforth put forward as suitors, for the prince was yet young, but he accepted none. Already a stern man, it is said that what smiles he had died with Dyanna, and that he grew sterner still after the mishap that claimed the life of his brother, Prince Baelor.
Maekar later gained further renown on the battlefield with his leadership in the Third Blackfyre Rebellion, alongside the courage of his youngest son, Aegon. Rising to the throne in 221 AC, Maekar proved to be an energetic king whose twelve-year reign was one of relative peace. He ultimately fell in battle at the age of nine-and-fifty while leading his army against the rebellious Lord Peake on the Dornish Marches.
The youngest of the four, PRINCESS VISERRA, had a will of her own as well, but she never screamed and certainly never cried. Sly was one word used to describe her. Vain was another. Viserra was beautiful, all men agreed, blessed with the deep purple eyes and silver-gold hair of a true Targaryen, with flawless white skin, fine features, and a grace that was somehow eerie and unsettling in one so young. When one stammering young squire told her she was a goddess, she agreed.
If the princess was intent on marrying her brother, the queen was equally determined to prevent it. Her answer was Lord Manderly and White Harbor. “Theomore is a good man,” Alysanne told her daughter, “a wise man, with a kind heart and a good head on his shoulders. His people love him.” The princess was not persuaded. “If you like him so much, Mother, you should marry him,” she said.
Laughter rang through the night and spirits were high until the racers reached the foot of Aegon’s High Hill, where Viserra’s palfrey collided with one of her companions. The knight’s mare lost her footing and fell, breaking his leg beneath her. The princess was thrown from the saddle headfirst into a wall. Her neck was broken.
As the moon rose above the grasslands, Dany slipped at last into a restless sleep.
She dreamed. All her cares fell away from her, and all her pains as well, and she seemed to float upward into the sky. She was flying once again, spinning, laughing, dancing, as the stars wheeled around her and whispered secrets in her ear. “To go north, you must journey south. To reach the west, you must go east. To go forward, you must go back. To touch the light you must pass beneath the shadow.”
“Quaithe?” Dany called. “Where are you, Quaithe?”
Then she saw. Her mask is made of starlight.
“Remember who you are, Daenerys,” the stars whispered in a woman’s voice. “The dragons know. Do you?”
She scrabbled in the sand, pushing against the pitmaster’s corpse, and her fingers brushed against the handle of his whip. Touching it made her feel braver.
“What if it was an accidental stabbing?” she asked with a mischievous grin but it quickly faded. “Oh, fine, I won’t stab him….for now,” she sighed in exasperation, before her smile softened up, “how is the little hatchling doing?”
“Do you truly believe Ellaria and I would believe you accidentally stabbed him?” Daenerys asked. She arched a brow at the other, mouth curving in a knowing smile. “After all, it was only a year ago that you were both tossing knives at one another during my daughters’ name day feast.”
To be fair, Asha had been involved as well. As had her kos. And, she was near certain that Nymeria had been among them as well. It had made for quite the spectacle.
“The hatchlings are well. My midwives expect twins.”
