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Haters will see a traumatized young girl and b like: why isn’t she acting in a logical and reasonable manner???? n then praise male characters for the exact same behavior

HIGHGARDEN

Highgarden is a castle which serves as the seat of House Tyrell, the regional capital of the Reach, and the heart of chivalry in the Seven Kingdoms. It lies on the Mander where the ocean road meets the roseroad, making it an important crossroads.

Highgarden is located on a broad verdant hill overlooking the Mander. The castle is surrounded by three rings of white stone whose crenellated curtain walls increase in height. Between the outer and middle walls is a famous briar labyrinth which serves to entertain as well as slow invaders. The oldest towers, squat and square, date from the Age of Heroes. Newer towers are tall and slender, round fortifications dating from after the coming of the Andals.

The castle sept, which has rows of stained-glass windows honoring Garth Greenhand and the Seven, is matched only by the Great Sept of Baelor and the Starry Sept. The castle’s godswood contains three weirwoods known as the Three Singers. The palatial keep is decorated with statues and colonnades. Also within Highgarden’s walls are groves, fountains, and courtyards. The castle’s structures are covered in ivy, grapes, and climbing roses.

Highgarden is filled with flowers, singers, pipers, fiddlers and harpers. The stables have a fine selection of horseflesh, and there are pleasure boats to sail along the Mander. There are fields of golden roses that stretch as far as the eye can see. Fruits grown nearby include melons, peaches, and fireplums.

This image will be featured on my upcoming map of THE REACH.

Bran giving Arya the Valyrian Steel dagger in season seven

the known world: places of mystery 

And so we come, nearly, to the end of the world.                                       Or, at least, the end of our knowledge. Easternmost and southernmost of the great cities of the known world, the ancient port of Asshai stands at the end of a long wedge of land, on the point where the Jade Sea meets the Saffron Straits. Its origins are lost in the mists of time. Even the Asshai'i do not claim to know who built their city; they will say only that a city has stood here since the world began and will stand here until it ends.          - [The World of Ice and Fire - The Bones and Beyond: Asshai-by-the-Shadow]

rhaenys burns the greens in the pit, goes to dragonstone to tell rhaenyra about the coup but says she’s already fixed everything. they all go back to king’s landing and the true queen is crowned. rhaenys is the queen’s hand. baby visenya is born a few weeks after the crowning. rhaenyra and daemon are living the pure domestic bliss with all their children. they all lived happily ever after. THE END! good night everyone!

I don't wanna be a himbo with washboard abs I wanna be a twink with a slutty waist

i would be so pissed off if i was in asoiaf and was born a northern man and not a twink from the reach like omg even the thought of having to wear the same 4 pieces of fur on rotation for like three years straight is enough to make me shudder

Game of Thrones art by the brilliant artist Ted Nasmith. The captions above are from his website on each picture page.

ok but what's going on with this ship and why hadn't I found it before?

I think I have a new obsession friends I only read 2 fanfics and I'm hooked on this ship

“Look at me, I’m a wizard! Look at me, I’m a king!”

Renly Baratheon and his games.

The dragon has three heads ✧.*

I absolutely love drawing the Conquerors and all the details that go into them. Aegon's design is heavily inspired by @/tumbledrylow___ on TikTok!

Why isn't it more talked about how there's canonically an archmaester who wrote a very, very big Book about women ruling in the aftermath of the Dance. It's a detail that rules so much. A guy literally talking about hundreds of widows ruling parts of Westeros after the war. Why not much talk about Johanna Lannister, born Westerling, Sharis Footly, Lady Tyrell, Samantha Tarly, Elenda Baratheon born Caron, Sabitha Frey, Alys Rivers in her own way...a tide of ruling girls because a bunch of guys weren't cool with a girl ruling & got themselves killed trying to stop it. That's some massive irony.

(Some) Ladies of Westeros: 

top row: Shireen Baratheon, Daenerys Targaryen, Cersei Lannister

middle row: Margaery Tyrell. Arya Stark, Catelyn Tully

bottom row: Sansa Stark. Asha Greyjoy, Arianne Martell

Duncan Idaho in Westeros AU

Ginaz Swordsman Duncan Idaho is reborn in Westeros, after years of serving the Atreides dukes and emperors and after taking the Ixian no-ship Ithaca to its destination. Which house would he be born in and who would he serve?

QUESTION: HOW MANY PEOPLE WANT MORE TWISTED SELF-INSERT/MODERN CHARACTER INSERT FICS SET WITHIN WESTEROS?

I've tried to find them on fanfiction sites, and it's hard to find good ones. Especially with female lead's who take advantage of their modern knowledge and stuff.

WHAT I THINK IS THE TRUE MEANING OF THE WHEEL DAENERYS TALKS ABOUT AND WHY IT HAS NOT BEEN BROKEN

"Lannister, Targaryen, Baratheon, Stark. They're all spokes one a wheel, one is up and then the other, on and on it spins, crushing those beneath it. I'm not going to stop the wheel. I am going to break it"

The wheel refers to the political system and the iron throne, talking about how the major houses in westeros are the main players, first one house is in power and then it falls and another house is in power, a power seized from the first house through wars and force, thus truly affecting, ie crushing the common people who never asked for any of it.

Everyone dreamed of stopping the wheel, which would mean one spoke will remain at the stop and others would be at the bottom, the people relieved temporarily because the wheel has stopped spinning but not free from it because they are still burdened by the weight of the wheel.

But daenerys wants to BREAK the wheel, which would mean there is no wheel, no house on the top, no house on the bottom, and no people getting crushed by the politics and bloodshed and finally freed from the whole system. Dany had already mentioned that she would give independence for those who asked, and all of them are free to ask for it and that it is their right.

Lemme also pin point here why dethroning Cersei, ascending on the throne and declaring all kingdoms to be independent would be a bad idea. A mother has three kids, a 20 year old, a 14 year old, and a 6 year old. A mother knows her children and their capabilities. When a 20 year old plans to move out to make his own life, the mother agrees. Looking at this, if the other two kids tell their mother they are moving out, is she going to play along with it? Nope. Is the mother power hungry and obsessive and mad? Nope. A mother knows what is practical and which child is capable of being independent.

If the same 14 year old kid, after reaching 22 wants to move out and be independent, but knows nothing about the harsh realities of the world and is pretty gullible and incapable, will the mother let her child go free just because the first child was set free at 20? Nope. The mother knows her child will not be able to thrive because of certain short comings and would work on her child's skills to make him a better, well suited person before letting him make a life for himself.

So, when a kingdom asks to be independent, a queen grants it. If 4 out of the seven ask for it and it is granted, and the other 3 don't, dany cannot force them to be free and deal with their shit all in the name of liberation and freedom. Maybe those three kingdoms are not capable of functioning independently, maybe they fear they might collapse and the economy might dip, maybe their system is still flawed. And they want to function under a monarch who will watch over their functioning until they are capable enough to make it on their own.

So what I thought Dany might do is, ascending the throne and granting independence to all the kingdoms who want it and have earned it. She would still be a Queen and watch over the workings of the other kingdoms and would be sought after for certain problems and disputes which might arise and ask for her guidance and council. In this case, there is literally no wheel because all the houses have their own domain, all kingdoms are independent and the people do not suffer.

Now instead, you wanna know what we got?

A wheel, with not 4 spokes, but A MILLION spokes, each of them representing people ranging from beggars to lords because now ANYONE can have a claim to the iron throne. The spokes now represent every ambitious power hungry man in the world who wants power and money. The wheel now spins faster because after Bran, the person who ascends the throne can easily be killed by someone else who wants to be king and in turn HE can be killed by someone else. It's like the hunger games where alliances are formed and then broken because in the end it is every man on his own, the winner's ass honoured with the iron throne.

With the wheel spinning even more faster, the people suffer a thousand fold, getting crushed under all this politics and war and bloodshed.

So yeah tyrion you son of a bitch Lannister, this is not the wheel "our queen" wanted to break and the next time you utter her name or refer to her in any manner will be the last time you have a mouth you stinking piece of shit

KOALAK.

a khal drogo fanfiction

WARNINGS: mature content, sexual content, death and gore

Koalak meaning •/ƙõãłak

a person who seeks to cure diseases or heal injuries by means other than conventional medical treatment.

Since birth Adira was known to be a healer. The maester had shaken his head thinking the lady of the keep was not going to make it out of the birthing bed. Her tearing was too great but then the glowing started. And once it faded away to reveal a fine scar, they all knew.

The new babe was special.

All her young life, Adira only wished to help others with her gift, but she was always locked away by her father until one day she received a raven from the most unlikely people. A Dothraki khalassar.

This is an ongoing fanfiction.

Koalak is a khal drogo fanfiction that i am also writing and it will not follow the books so do not come for my head because i mentioned something that is not in the books..

Also, English isn't my first language but i do speak it fluently. Writing helps me a lot with perfecting my spelling.

Thank you for understanding.

You can also find this on the orange W app

Koalak I

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Carn

Between Ghost hills and The Tor, lay Carn with a small castle and a small army of nine thousand men who would ride to the King’s defense straight for Kings landing, if the opportunity arises. Lord Firenze Odarys and his predecessors were known for being supporters of whoever sat the throne.

Many frowned upon the Lord’s views, some even titling him Lord no Backbone. Not to his face of course, for fear of retaliation.

Whilst many disliked Lord Firenze, those same people adored his children and his late wife, Lady Seraphis Hightower. They were blessed with a son and two beautiful daughters. Mars Odarys and his sisters Adira and Ophilia Odarys.

Mars Odarys, the eldest, never wanted to marry and wanted to take the white cloak and serve the king. He claimed he did not want to be burdened by a wife and children and lived for the fight.

Thankfully for Lord Firenze, his youngest Ophilia only dreamed of marriage and children running around giggling. She even confessed to her septa that she wanted to be in a constant state of pregnancy because she wanted babies. Pour foul, the septa mused in her head.

And then there was Adira.

She was special and everyone knew she was the favorite child, even if lord Firenze does not wish to comment on that.

From her first breath, during a solar eclipse, Adira was special, healing her mother’s tears miraculously. Her parents could not explain what had happened. Seraphis only knew that she was in immense pain at first and close to dying then she couldn’t feel the pain and only heard her daughter’s cries.

Maesters, septas, priests, red priestesses, all gathered to find out what was wrong with the babe, but none could come to a conclusion.

And so, the child grew and blossomed into a young girl who wanted nothing to do with marriage or war. She wanted to be a healer.

That only strengthened when the lady of House Odarys, passed.

‘Maldición de sangre.’

The dornish priest said. A blood curse.

Everyone tried to understand who would curse her own father, but answers were found.

And so, Adira determined to heal her father, placed her hand near his heart and started to heal him. Unfortunately, she did not tell anyone what she was doing, and her mother walked into the room.

The curse attached itself to Lady Seraphis killing her without pity. Adira tried to save her mother, but the girl of ten and four did not have a grasp on her powers yet and failed.

Everyday Adira thinks back to this moment and every day she sheds a tear for her mother. The woman who loved making flower crowns even for her son and husband.

To her memory Adira and Ophilia always kept their hair down and would wear flower crowns.

Adira was walking in the gardens and as always, she was thinking of her mother, looking at the flowers. She was rudely shaken out of her reverie when heavy footsteps could be heard behind her.

Turning around she sees her older brother walking towards her, his shoulders looking heavy. She could see that he was carrying something and came straight to her during his combat training.

He stops in front of her and lets out a puff.

“You are lucky I came all this way. Exel even had a fit over it and I was in the middle of winning, but the raven would not leave me alone.” Mars says a little bit out of breath.

“What are you on about?” Adira replies smiling connivingly.

“A raven came for you.”

“Another Lord asking for my hand? Send it back.” Adira replies coldly.

“Surprisingly not. It is from a Dothraki herd. Who knew these savages could write…” Adira was also baffled, not about them being able to write but why would Dothrakis want to address her?

“What does it say?” She rapidly says.

“I thought you were clever… can’t read Dothraki can you?” Mars says smirking mischievously.

“Obviously not! Father did not wish me to learn it. Now, can you translate it please?” Adira did not find her brother’s words amusing.

Mars giggled slightly but started to read the letter not wanting to antagonize his sister more.

“It says something about their Khal. Their king.” He begins.

“I know what Khal means! I am not stupid. “Adira replies offended.

“Gods, I feel like you are going to flower soon... so angry...” Mars mumbles under his breath. Adira slaps him on the arm and so Mars continues reading and translating.

“This is a direct line from the letter. ‘a witch, a witch has cursed the Khal, the Khaleesi is gone. We cannot find her. She left the stones. Save our Khal’” Mars finishes the letter and simply discards it to the left of him.

Adira quickly bends down and grabs the letter before the wind blows it away…

“A curse?”

“You heard what I said” Mars says dismissively.

“Who was the Khaleesi?” Adira replies frowning.

“You do not know? “Mars exclaims, surprised. Adira shakes her head. She was trying to stay away from any marriage talk. Hers or others.

“Daenerys Targaryen. The mad king’s daughter. She and her brother apparently went into hiding in Essos. Robert Baratheon and his posse are looking high and low for them. Even sending assassins after them. One of those assassins probably gut her…” Mars was rambling now.

“Is the raven still here?” Adira cuts him off.

“Yes! Did you not here me say the raven would not-” Adira cut him off.

“I will go and heal the Khal. Would you send them a raven and tell them that?”

“What? Are you out of your mind? Father will never let you go heal that brute. Whispers in the brothel say that they fuck their horse when their women cannot satisfy them anymore… and they kill every minute.” Mars says outrageously, almost whispering the last part.

Adira crunches her nose in slight disgust. She knew her brother frequented the brothels. She remembers finding him after a banquet with three of the pleasure girls naked. A sight she wished to forget.

Adira decides not to believe him. If the Dothrakis are civil enough to write to House Odarys then they do not sleep with their horses.

“Good thing you are not father, then. I will heal the Khal and father will agree with me.” She huffs and walks away towards the small castle mentally planning what she would bring to Essos.

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Koalak Masterlist

Koalak II

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Lord Firenze Odarys

Adira hurried off to her chambers, excited that her life was finally getting somewhere. She always felt she was wasting away in her father's keep. But she did not want to marry like Lord Firenze and so many others suggested. She wanted to be able to control some aspect of her life and being stuck with a man she does not know birthing a child every year was not what she wanted.

On her way to her chambers, she spotted Felix, a young stable boy and asks him if he could start getting her horse Auburn ready for a journey.

The young stable boy was very perplexed as he did not hear anything about a journey, but he still started doing the work asked of him.

Getting to her chambers, she immediately started packing a trunk. She put a few dresses in but mostly trousers and shirts that did not look special. She knew that the Dothrakis did not stay in one place and settled, and they moved the khalassar moves a lot, so she wanted to prepare herself for that.

Then she grabbed a kit that is always hidden under her bed that has herbs. Those were for hers; in case she gets too tired from healing.

Adira was in the middle of closing the trunk when her sister walked in. Adira looked at her and could see Ophilia was frowning and looked like she would cry.

"Do not start with the tears Ophilia. This pretense does not work with me anymore. I am going to help the Khal." Adira says her eyes rolling, knowing Ophilia was going to try and convince her not to leave.

"I am going with you then." Ophilia replies

"No."

"You really think I will let you go to these savages alone. Just because you got some powers from grandmother, does not mean you are invincible, Dira!"

It was true, her grandmother was a healer, but they all thought the magic had disappeared when her Lady Seraphis was not blessed with the gift. It was a welcomed surprise when Adira had the power. "Furthermore, father is getting a whole garrison ready to accompany you, anyway." Ophilia says.

"What? I wanted to go with only one guard!" Adira almost shouts and then she walks quickly out of her room towards the only place her father would be at the moment.

Ophilia was quick on her sister's heels, getting ready to fight to accompany her.

Her father was looking down at the training grounds where a lot of the men were training.

"Hit him Harder! How do you want to survive when you are in the middle of a war! And YOU! Did I say you could stop? You think the adversary will let you take a breather?" Lord Firenze might be known for siding for any winning team, but he is also known for being one of the best trainers and with some of the deadliest warriors in the seven kingdoms. The King himself would request men from the Odarys keep.

Hearing rapid footsteps coming towards him, he closes his eyes and sighs, knowing what's coming.

"My mind is made, Adira." Lord Firenze did not even look at his daughter.

"And I'm here to change it."

"And I'm here to accompany her." Ophilia adds nodding affirmatively.

"And if you think I will send my unmarried daughters off to Dothraki savages without guards, then you have lost your mind."

"Father, I have read about the Dothraki, and I know what they are, and I have to say, sending a whole posse to them might be like a threat to them." Adira was desperately pleading.

"I am only sending ten men."

"TEN! Send your whole army then!" Adira says sarcastically but her father raises an eyebrow.

"That might be an idea..." he mumbles turning to her fully now.

"I was being sarcastic. Please father I..." He sharply cuts her off.

"You either go with what I planned, or you do not go at all. And I know how much Ophilia wants to learn about the Dothraki. You do not want her to miss this opportunity, do you?"

Adira was speechless but nods her head defeated... She decided to stop fighting him on this as he might actually not let her leave or worse, send a whole garrison with her.

Diner was quiet. They all knew it was the last time they would have dinner together. It would be a while before they saw each other again in the same room.

Ophilia was fidgeting in her seat, clearly uncomfortable but she also had a question on her mind.

"For pity's sake, just spit it out, Philia!" Mars exclaims.

Ophilia squeaks in surprise but after a few seconds she gets the question out.

"I was just wondering why father is so harsh with the men. I do not understand why scream at them in front of the others when this is not a warzone."

Mars huffs disinterested and went back to the fish he was cutting up.

"A war is coming. I do not know who will start it, but I know that blood will flow in every corner of Westeros." Lord Firenze says somberly "The king will call his bannermen and my men cannot fail him. There have been whispers. The king is getting older, and his son will ascend the throne. Tywin Lannister will be the true king of Westeros." Everyone was silent...

"I thought Ned stark was hand of the king?" Adira says confused.

"He might be right now. But Cersei Lannister will not allow him to control her son. The boy is young and easily impressionable. In a few days' time, you will see, the old lion and his army will march to Kings Landing. The Lannisters are cunning and will win every single time. They have never lost but that is only because they are smart enough to know when to stand down. Dark days are coming."

The three children of lord Firenze were quiet afterwards, pondering his words...Adira knew her father was well versed on the topic of war and what it was like before a war begins, and she could only pray to the seven that her family would be safe and unscathed after the supposed war.

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KOALAK III

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Saying goodbye to her father was the second hardest thing Adira had to do. Burying her mother being the first. But she knew she would see him again soon. She promised him she was going to be safe, and she would protect Ophilia with her life. Her father only nodded and told her to come back quickly.

Mars did not say anything. It looked like he did not care but deep down he was worried. He had asked his father to let him accompany his sisters, but his father swiftly reminded him that he was one of the best warriors they had, and the King would probably call him to kings landing to join the white cloaks. Mars still kissed his sisters foreheads and wished them safe travels.

Ophilia and Adira both got on their horse in the middle of a group of men their father trusted. Most of them were much older and had fought alongside Lord Firenze, even before he took lordship of Carn. So, Lord Firenze knew he could trust them. He had still given both daughters a dagger each, in secret. He trusted his men, but he was no fool.

Once the company started moving, Lord Firenze sighed and moved back to the castle to ponder his decision. Mars walked towards the training grounds and life at Carn went on as if nothing had happened. The people were not aware that the two daughters of the lord were leaving, and Lord Firenze preferred it that way. The less people were aware, the better.

The ride towards the coast was rough. They rode for three days and Ophilia already had the desire to go back to the safety of her father but then she would see the determined look on her sisters face and knew they were doing this for the right cause.

Adira was tired but she could not live with the reminder there was someone needing her help. Three days and she could see the coast and the ship that would sail for Pentos. At least, the magister living in Pentos prepared a carriage for them knowing how difficult the ride to Vaes Dothrak would be. The Khalassar had gone to Vaes Dothrak hoping their prayers would save their Khal. Vaes Dothrak is the most sacred place to any Dothraki horde.

As soon as they got to the coast, the girls climbed off their horse with the help of them men as they could not feel their legs and with trembling steps walked on the ship and stumbled while getting on. They were escorted to the cabins and collapsed on the beds provided.

Ten days. Ten days of rough sea and seasickness and they finally arrived at Pentos. The magister was waiting for them with a company of warriors and servants. Adira frowned, not expecting the warm welcome. They were treated like royalty. Even their men were treated with such respect.

Both sisters spent the time towards the Pentos keep thanking the magister for his welcome and the man only shook his head as if it meant nothing.

"You are most welcome in my home. I will always remember when your father sent me some men as we were under attack and pirates were threatening to take my ships. I have to say, those men are the best warriors I have ever seen." The magister said in a jolly voice.

"Yes, father does train the man with an iron fist." Adira said smiling sadly, missing her father.

As soon as they arrived in the magister's home, they were shown to their room. Each sister had a room but decided to share a room, not fully trusting yet. The servants helped them with their baths and then escorted them to the dining hall where they had a lovely dinner filled with conversations and more thanks from both sisters.

"I have to give you a word of warning. The Dothraki are dangerous. Be incredibly careful with them. The one time I met Khal Drogo, he did not say a word. If you can actually help him, just know that he is a very intimidating man. I actually thought it cruel when Viserys Targaryen decided to sell his sister to Khal Drogo. She was only thirteen." The magister's words were heavy making Ophilia look at Adira worriedly. "Thank you, Magister. I will always remember your kindness and I will forever be in your debt after this." Adira was sincere with her words and was already of thinking diverse ways she might pay back her debt.

The next day, the company were on their way. Adira and Ophilia thanking the magister over and over again for his kindness. He had provided them with Dothraki language learning books.

They knew it would take long to get to Vaes Dothrak. They busied themselves learning the complex language, but they found it was pretty easy but needed to work on their pronunciation... But on the thirtieth day, the girls were tired from the journey. For all they saw was sand and trees. Some creaks here and there but it was deserted. They wanted to pass some villages, but the men told them it was too big of a risk.

So, they both sighed and bit their lips enduring the journey and learning more Dothraki getting almost fluent in the language. Almost. It took four more days before they started to see signs that horse herds travel there a lot. "The first sign of Dothraki. Prints and dried horse shit." She heard Ramon, one of the men accompanying them say.

The carriage suddenly came to an abrupt stop. The girls both gasped and strained their ears to listen to what was being said but could not hear anything.

Adira grabbed the dagger hidden in her boots and Ophilia copied her with trembling hands.

The carriage door was wrenched open, and it was Ramon. The girls look at him expectantly, but their eyes shifted quickly to the left of him and saw a man. He did not look like a Dothraki. He looked westerosi.

"Ladies, we are almost here, and this man will accompany us the rest of the way." Ramon says.

Sighing in relief, the girls put their daggers away and looked towards the stranger.

"My name is Jorah Mormont. I am an acquaintance of the Dothraki, they trust me. I will safely guide you in Vaes Dothrak. I only ask that you leave those daggers in the carriage. Weapons are not allowed in Vaes Dothrak. Spilling blood is forbidden." Jorah Mormont says with a gravelly voice.

"Mormont? You are from the north aren't you." Ophilia says curious.

"Yes. But I was exiled. Lord Stark did not appreciate me selling poachers to slavery." He replied quietly and walked away, closing the carriage door.

Adira looked at Ophilia with her mouth open in shock. She did not even have time to introduce herself or thank the man for his help. She hoped he would be more welcoming once inside Vaes Dothrak.

"At least there is a westerosi here that knows the Dothraki and can help us build rapport." Adira always admired Ophilia for her optimism.

The next day, they were at the horse gates of Vaes Dothrak and instantly their carriage was surrounded by a group of locals.

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