Bastard Boy Of Winterfell // The 998th Lord Commander Of The Nights Watch

Bastard boy of Winterfell // the 998th Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch

“Daeron was spindly and round of shoulder, with a little belly that wobbled when he walked. Daemon stood straight and proud, and his stomach was flat and hard as an oaken shield. And he could fight. With axe or lance or flail, he was as good as any knight I ever saw, but with the sword he was the Warrior himself. When Prince Daemon had Blackfyre in his hand, there was not a man to equal him…”

Daemon I Blackfyre, the Black Dragon, the King Who Bore the Sword

(Wiki said Daemon wore armor of red and black plate, but I thought that making a majority of the armor red would be very striking)

everything asoiaf ♕ book fancasts

A cloth dragon swayed on poles amidst a cheering crowd…mother of dragons, slayer of lies

Well, I think that’s foreshadowing of (f)Aegon taking the iron throne. In Westeros he will be triumphant, loved by common folk young king, who rose from ashes to take back his home and avenge his father

Daenerys with her army of strangers (Dothraki and unsullied) and doubtful reputation (some burned cities and don’t forget, she’s daughter of the mad king) will receive a cold welcome in the west, unlike Aegon

That will totally piss her off

book jonerys request for @ladyofdragonstone :*

House Tully Edmyn Tully So now the Riverlands rose against him, led by Lord Edmyn Tully of Riverrun. Summoned to the defense of Harrenhal, Tully declared for House Targaryen instead, raised the dragon banner over his castle, and rode forth with his knights and archers to join his strength to Aegon’s.

Grover Tully Lord Grover Tully spoke for Prince Viserys Targaryen over Laenor Velaryon as the successor to Jaehaerys I in the Great Council of 101 AC. When the Dance of the Dragons erupted in 129 AC, the old lord proved loyal to his principles and King Aegon II … but he was aged then, and bedridden, and his grandson Ser Elmo defied him and had the gates barred and the banners kept close.

Elmo Tully Later during the Dance, Ser Elmo Tully led the riverlords into battle at Second Tumbleton, but on the side of Queen Rhaenyra rather than King Aegon II, whom his grandsire had favored. The battle proved a victory— at least in part— and soon after, his grandfather finally died, and Ser Elmo became Lord of Riverrun.

Kermit Tully Lord Kermit brought the Tullys to the height of their power. Vital and bold, he fought tirelessly for Queen Rhaenyra, and her son, Prince Aegon, later King Aegon III. Lord Kermit was the chief commander of the host that descended on King’s Landing in the last days of the war, and he personally slew Lord Borros Baratheon in the final battle of the Dance of the Dragons.

Celia Tully Once again the king had to deal with the wounded pride and anger of the noble houses thus affronted, for Jaehaerys had been betrothed to Celia Tully, daughter of the Lord of Riverrun, and Shaera to Luthor Tyrell, the heir to Highgarden.

Hoster Tully Hoster Tully had always been a big man; tall and broad in his youth, portly as he grew older. Now he seemed shrunken, the muscle and meat melted off his bones. Even his face sagged. The last time Catelyn had seen him, his hair and beard had been brown, well streaked with grey. Now they had gone white as snow.

Brynden Tully During one of their louder quarrels, when Catelyn was eight, Lord Hoster had called Brynden “the black goat of the Tully flock.” Laughing, Brynden had pointed out that the sigil of their house was a leaping trout, so he ought to be a black fish rather than a black goat, and from that day forward he had taken it as his personal emblem.

Catelyn Tully She had been born a Tully, at Riverrun far to the south, on the Red Fork of the Trident. The godswood there was a garden, bright and airy, where tall redwoods spread dappled shadows across tinkling streams, birds sang from hidden nests, and the air was spicy with the scent of flowers.

Lysa Tully Her sister was two years the younger, yet she looked older now. Shorter than Catelyn, Lysa had grown thick of body, pale and puffy of face. She had the blue eyes of the Tullys, but hers were pale and watery, never still. Her small mouth had turned petulant. All that remained of her sister’s beauty was the great fall of thick auburn hair that cascaded to her waist.

Edmure Tully Ser Edmure Tully was a stocky young man with a shaggy head of auburn hair and a fiery beard. His breastplate was scratched and dented from battle, his blue-and-red cloak stained by blood and smoke.