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theknightoftears:

First Blood

A complicated family, but family none the less

theknightoftears:

First Blood

A complicated family, but family none the less


Lord Rhaegar had kept his word, and along with his brother Mikael set out to form a kingsguard for Daniel. They were all loyal to him and he was loyal in return. He knew the day would come when Daenerys Targaryen would land in Westeros and claim her place as Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, but until then he would rule the ancient castle of Dragonstone, preparing for her arrival.

Lord Rhaegar had kept his word, and along with his brother Mikael set out to form a kingsguard for Daniel. They were all loyal to him and he was loyal in return. He knew the day would come when Daenerys Targaryen would land in Westeros and claim her place as Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, but until then he would rule the ancient castle of Dragonstone, preparing for her arrival.


"Boy, are you born of salt and smoke?" Stannis spoke to him like a child, and Daniel found no humor in it. He had taken Dragonstone and the so called Champion of Light was not happy about it. “Do I look like a piece of sweet meat to you, Lord Stannis?” Daniel replied, voice cold and hard. “I was born of anger and rage and the bitter winds of winter. And Dragonstone is no longer yours to hold.”

"Boy, are you born of salt and smoke?" Stannis spoke to him like a child, and Daniel found no humor in it. He had taken Dragonstone and the so called Champion of Light was not happy about it. “Do I look like a piece of sweet meat to you, Lord Stannis?” Daniel replied, voice cold and hard. “I was born of anger and rage and the bitter winds of winter. And Dragonstone is no longer yours to hold.”

little first blood things: weddings

“Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crone. Stranger. I am his, and he is mine, from this day, till the end of my days.”

little first blood thingsweddings

“Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crone. Stranger. I am his, and he is mine, from this day, till the end of my days.”

maesterluwin:

through blood and name ||  a mix inspired by first blood
Leave My Body - Florence and the Machine
Things We Lost in the Fire - Bastille
Letters From the Sky - Civil Twilight
Kings and Queens - 30 Seconds to Mars
Graveyard - Feist
Youth - Daughter
The Garden Rules - Snow Patrol
Black Crow - Angus & Julia Stone
Dirty Paws - Of Monsters and Men
Thistle & Weeds - Mumford and Sons

maesterluwin:

through blood and name ||  a mix inspired by first blood

  • Leave My Body - Florence and the Machine
  • Things We Lost in the Fire - Bastille
  • Letters From the Sky - Civil Twilight
  • Kings and Queens - 30 Seconds to Mars
  • Graveyard - Feist
  • Youth - Daughter
  • The Garden Rules - Snow Patrol
  • Black Crow - Angus & Julia Stone
  • Dirty Paws - Of Monsters and Men
  • Thistle & Weeds - Mumford and Sons


They look nothing like I remember, Jon thought quietly to himself the first time he saw his sister Sansa and the Lord Daniel Salvatore, long thought dead. Their eyes were hard, and both were long and lean in stature. He never thought anyone could seem so tall. The blood of the North was in their veins, but it was the South that had turned them to stone. Sansa still looked beautiful, dangerous in her own way, but still beautiful. And Daniel was a man now. The last he’d seen him he had been soft and pale, with wide brown eyes. But what he saw before him was a man hardened by time, and they both had a fire in their eyes. For a moment he was frightened.

They look nothing like I remember, Jon thought quietly to himself the first time he saw his sister Sansa and the Lord Daniel Salvatore, long thought dead. Their eyes were hard, and both were long and lean in stature. He never thought anyone could seem so tall. The blood of the North was in their veins, but it was the South that had turned them to stone. Sansa still looked beautiful, dangerous in her own way, but still beautiful. And Daniel was a man now. The last he’d seen him he had been soft and pale, with wide brown eyes. But what he saw before him was a man hardened by time, and they both had a fire in their eyes. For a moment he was frightened.

dragonschosen:

“You… you should not have…”
“I should not have waited so long. I should have kissed you in  Qarth, in Vaes Tolorru. I should have kissed you in the red waste, every night and every day. You were made to be kissed, often and well.”

dragonschosen:

“You… you should not have…”

“I should not have waited so long. I should have kissed you in  Qarth, in Vaes Tolorru. I should have kissed you in the red waste, every night and every day. You were made to be kissed, often and well.”

little first blood things: genevieve salvatore

"She was a proper lady, your mother. But at the same time she was more than just that. She was very good with words. How to use them, when to use them and how to pick them to better suit who she was talking to. She also knew when not to speak at all. Your father met her just before the rebellion ended. The kind heart that she was, she helped aid the wounded men. One of those men was Giuseppe.
I don’t think I can remember much after that, my child, but it didn’t take long before he took her as his wife. She was a gift from the gods, if you ask me. She put him in his place. She wasn’t scared of him or his anger. War can change a man, dear, and Giuseppe was changed for the worse. Always angry and irritable. Genevieve was the only person who had the ability to appease him, to calm him—love him. That’s why everyone loved her. But no one loved her more than Giuseppe.”

little first blood things: genevieve salvatore

"She was a proper lady, your mother. But at the same time she was more than just that. She was very good with words. How to use them, when to use them and how to pick them to better suit who she was talking to. She also knew when not to speak at all. Your father met her just before the rebellion ended. The kind heart that she was, she helped aid the wounded men. One of those men was Giuseppe.

I don’t think I can remember much after that, my child, but it didn’t take long before he took her as his wife. She was a gift from the gods, if you ask me. She put him in his place. She wasn’t scared of him or his anger. War can change a man, dear, and Giuseppe was changed for the worse. Always angry and irritable. Genevieve was the only person who had the ability to appease him, to calm him—love him. That’s why everyone loved her. But no one loved her more than Giuseppe.”


"You know I don’t like being caged," Ruby said, not wanting to listen to Faye. The air felt too nice to be hidden away in a tent with the other women. She wanted to be free like she had been in Winterfell. She wanted to dance again. But there was dancing during wartime. Only red.

"You know I don’t like being caged," Ruby said, not wanting to listen to Faye. The air felt too nice to be hidden away in a tent with the other women. She wanted to be free like she had been in Winterfell. She wanted to dance again. But there was dancing during wartime. Only red.

lady-shewolf:

Talking to the moon, trying to get to you. In hopes you’re on the other side talking to me too. Oh, am I a fool who sits alone talking to the moon. 

lady-shewolf:

Talking to the moon, trying to get to you. In hopes you’re on the other side talking to me too. Oh, am I a fool who sits alone talking to the moon.