”she Is The Queen We Chose.”

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Thanks Gods for that Pompeii film (that I loved and not *only* for the six pack that was promised)

a song of ice and fire.

When Emilia Clarke wears a suit she looks like a rich CEO who would steal your wife and laugh at your inability to keep a woman.

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Ser Jaime Lannister. Squired for Barristan Selmy against the Kingswood Outlaws. Knighted and named to the Kingsguard in his sixteenth year for valour in the field.

When Daenerys learned she was with child, she told no one. There was no doubt in her mind that it would end in her own blood and  tears. Better not to raise any hopes. Still, as the war against the Others waged on, the babe quickened within her. By the time the old enemy was defeated and the last snows melted, there was no concealing her swelling belly. Rhaella’s birth in the spring was seen as a fresh beginning for Westeros.

“The Prince She Was Promised”- Jonerys AU Fic (Secret Santa!)

A/N: Merry Christmas and happy holidays to my beautiful Jonerys fam!! And, a super special holiday greeting to the wonderful @akurotori, for IT IS I, YOUR SECRET SANTA! 

I wrote you a fic based on your AU of the Targaryens (as well as Lyanna) surviving and Dany being betrothed to Aegon but in love with Jon. Sorry that it’s kind of angsty, but hopefully it’s enjoyable otherwise! Also, sorry that it’s over 3,000 words. I went on a tangent. I wrote it in the form of trading off between flashbacks and present-time, and also Jon is still Jon because two Aegons is too damned confused. lol. I hope that you enjoy your gift and that everyone enjoys their holiday!! 

HO HO HO! MERRY JONERYSMAS!!

Dany’s pale gold gown of silk and crystals dragged behind her as she made her way through the maze of the garden. 

It was just hidden enough away that perhaps no one would find her. She couldn’t take any more congratulatory words and empty smiles. Her brother, the king, had briefly scolded her for having such a solemn face after publicly announcing her engagement to his eldest son, Aegon. It had only further upset her. He hadn’t scolded Aegon who, sweet as he was, couldn’t be bothered to feign excitement either.

Nor had Rhaegar scolded his younger son, Jon’s, sullen expression.

She reached the far end of the garden where there was a small, grassy area with a swing and a stone bench. It was her place on the palace grounds which had been her refuge since childhood. The floral trees nearly covered the entire view of the sky, adding more of the privacy Dany desired. It has been planned since my birth, Dany reminded herself as she sat on the swing. I am to marry Aegon. I am to be queen. But, no matter how many times she told herself, her feelings didn’t change. As if queued, she heard footsteps approaching and she already knew who they belonged to.

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