The Ladies Of Fire & Blood 4/? - Alys Rivers, The Witch Queen

the ladies of Fire & Blood 4/? - Alys Rivers, the Witch Queen

Who was this woman? A serving wench who dabbled in potions and spells, says Munkun. A woods witch, claims Septon Eustace. A malign enchantress who bathed in the blood of virgins to preserve her youth, Mushroom would have us believe. Her name suggest a bastard birth… but we know little of her father, and less of her mother. Munkun and Eustace tell us she was sired by Lord Lyonel Strong in his callow youth, making her a natural half-sister to his sons Harwin (Breakbones) and Larys (the Clubfoot). But Mushroom insists that she was much older, that she was wet nurse to both boys, perhaps even to their father a generation earlier.

So first of all, I'm not questioning your design choices AT ALL and I'm really not trying to be rude so I'm really sorry if it seems that way! But I like how you draw Jon Arryn with very dark skin, and I was just wondering how that affects Sweet Robin because it's theorized that Jon isn't his true father. Anyways, I REALLY love your comics :-)

Thank you! You didn’t seemed rude at all and you also get a bonus point for not questioning my design choices :) Sweetrobin is obviously Jon’s son so I draw him accordingly :D

He had failed Prince Rhaegar once. He would not fail his son, not whilst life remained in his body.

Made this to celebrate final season! Can’t tell of what I’m excited most - about the show itself or some book mysteries that are about to reveal in the series. So, now I can only wait for the next episode and still have hope that Winds of winter will be announced soon.

Jon flexed the fingers of his sword hand. The Night’s Watch takes no part. He closed his fist and opened it again. What you propose is nothing less than treason. He thought of Robb, with snowflakes melting in his hair. Kill the boy and let the man be born. He thought of Bran, clambering up a tower wall, agile as a monkey. Of Rickon’s breathless laughter. Of Sansa, brushing out Lady’s coat and singing to herself. You know nothing, Jon Snow. He thought of Arya, her hair as tangled as a bird’s nest. I made him a warm cloak from the skins of the six whores who came with him to Winterfell … I want my bride back … I want my bride back … I want my bride back …

Elia Martell & Rhaella Targaryen (+ Aegon & Rhaenys) for @reyskywalkings