Consorts To The Iron Throne Queens Not Of House Targaryen (insp)

Consorts to the Iron Throne ♕ Queens Not of House Targaryen (insp)

The wives and children of Aegon III Targaryen

I tried to make them look some what alike but I think I failed. I am happy tho that I finally figured out the perfect purple-blue eye color described in the books

@fandomaestheticnet villain event → cersei lannister; game of thrones

Oh, shut up, you little fool. Praying for the gods to have mercy on us all? The gods have no mercy, that’s why they are gods. My father told me that when he caught me praying. My mother had just died, you see. I didn’t really understand the concept of death. The finality of it. I thought if I prayed very very hard, the gods would return her to me. I was four.

Game of Thrones  |  1x08 - “The Pointy End”

got meme [three/eight quotes]: “Courtesy is a lady’s armor.”

Family, Duty, Honor Chapter 115

Gendry II

Sometimes, Gendry woke up hearing Joy screaming. But then there would be nothing, deathly silence and he was not sure if her screams were from his own mind.

Sometimes he dreamed of her, and Arya too. He dreamed of them together, before they were taken to Harrenhal, when they thought they were on their way to Arya’s brother.

He wondered if they would have been in the North already, if they would have been safe there.

He had heard whispers from the guards, that Arya’s mother and older brothers had been murdered.

Gendry didn’t have any siblings and he barely remembered his mother much these days.

But he knew the pain being carved out of his chest at the idea of losing Joy and not even knowing it.

He couldn’t imagine.

He just prayed that Arya wasn’t alone when she learned the truth.

Torchlight flickered through the hall and Ser Davos came to Gendry’s cell door and began to unlock it.

“Has something happened?” Gendry asked. “Joy—“

“Is fine.”

And that was when Gendry saw that Ser David had been wearing a cloak that concealed someone shorter than the Onion Knight.

Joy rushed into Gendry, wrapping her arms around his chest and pressing her face against his collar, trembling, a quiet sob soaking into his shirt.

He froze for a moment before wrapping his arms around her, holding her close, holding her as close as he possibly could without suffocating her.

“Is this some sort of trick?” Gendry asked.

He wanted to believe that Ser Davos wouldn’t do anything like that, but at the same time, he could not trust Stannis Baratheon or the Red Woman.

“Yes,” Ser Davos answered and Gendry tensed, holding Joy closer to him, ready to fight, ready to run, ready to do whatever it took to get her out of there. “But not in you.” Ser Davos tossed him a cloak. “Put this one and let Joy hide under your arm and keep her close.”

“What are you doing?”

“Getting you out of here.”

“Why?”

“Because no rule should begin with the murder of children,” Ser Davos answered plainly. “Now come.”

Hesitantly, Gendry put the cloak on, letting the fabric fall around his shoulders and cover Joy. He shifted her slightly to his side so that they could walk and they followed Ser Davos.

Gendry prayed to whatever gods that were listening and hoped that this man was not leading them to their deaths.

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