Game Of Thrones OCs: The Three Fates

Game of Thrones OCs: The Three Fates

The Blood Moon

Eslandre of Asshai

Daughter of Melisandre

Lover of Tywin Lannister

Power: Blood Magic

Hand of the King (Finale)

The Blue Dragon

Lilaea Velaryon

Bastard of Monford Velaryon

Wife of Jorah Mormont

Power: Shapeshifting

Lady of Tides and Shipmaster to the King (finale)

Lady Goldfinger

Catina Baelish

Niece/Daughter of Petyr Baelish

Wife of Sandor Clegane

Power: Telepathy

Advisor to the Queen in the North (finale)

When  the  daughter  of  the  Opal  Emperor  succeeded  him  as  the Amethyst  Empress,  her  envious younger  brother  cast  her  down  and slew her,  proclaiming  himself  the  Bloodstone  Emperor  and beginning a reign of terror.

JON SNOW APPRECIATION MONTH 2022       ↳  Day 21: Men in Jon’s life → Qhorin Halfhand

“May the gods forgive me. Choose your men.” Qhorin Halfhand turned his head. His eyes met Jon’s, and held them for a long moment. “Very well. I choose Jon Snow.” Mormont blinked. “He is hardly more than a boy. And my steward besides. Not even a ranger.”

“Tollett can care for you as well, my lord.” Qhorin lifted his maimed, two-fingered hand. “The old gods are still strong beyond the Wall. The gods of the First Men… and the Starks.”

Mormont looked at Jon. “What is your will in this?”

“To go,” he said at once.

***

“Is your sword sharp, Jon Snow?” asked Qhorin Halfhand across the flickering fire. “My sword is Valyrian steel. The Old Bear gave it to me.”

Qhorin’s mouth tightened as he followed its flight with his eyes. “Here is as good a place as any to make a stand,” he declared. “The mouth of the cave shelters us from above, and they cannot get behind us without passing through the mountain. Is your sword sharp, Jon Snow?” “Yes,” he said.

***

Ghost’s muzzle was dripping red, but only the point of the bastard blade was stained, the last half inch. Jon pulled the direwolf away and knelt with one arm around him. The light was already fading in Qhorin’s eyes. “…sharp,” he said, lifting his maimed fingers. Then his hand fell, and he was gone. He knew, he thought numbly. He knew what they would ask of me. He thought of Samwell Tarly then, of Grenn and Dolorous Edd, of Pyp and Toad back at Castle Black. Had he lost them all, as he had lost Bran and Rickon and Robb? Who was he now? What was he?

HOUSE TARGARYEN by Denis Maznev

The night is dark and full of terrors.

Visenya, eldest of the three siblings, was as much a warrior as Aegon himself, as comfortable in ringmail as in silk. She carried the Valyrian longsword Dark Sister, and was skilled in its use, having trained beside her brother since childhood. Though possessed of the silver-gold hair and purple eyes of Valyria, hers was a harsh, austere beauty. Even those who loved her best found Visenya stern, serious, unforgiving, and some said that she played with poisons and dabbled in dark sorceries.

The Reign of the Dragons : The Conquest - The World of Ice and Fire, G.R.R. Martin

Untitled Photography - Lillian Liu