This Sounds So Evil But I Wish Robb And Jaime Had Been There When Alysanne Walked Into The Burning Pyre.

This sounds so evil but I wish Robb and Jaime had been there when Alysanne walked into the burning pyre. I wonder how they would have reacted.

Oooo that would have been so fun to write. If you’re evil than I’m evil, because I also kinda wish the same!

I mean, neither reacts well, obviously. For Robb, I don’t think it’s an image he would ever be able to get out of his head. I haven’t mentioned it yet, but it’s something that Arya and Jon have emotionally moved past. Once there is no more war, no more problems to focus on, it creeps in.

It doesn’t really matter that Alysanne lived, because for the hours it took for the flames to die Alysanne was as good as gone to Arya and Jon. For those hours, they truly believed they’d watched her walk to her death and there was nothing they could do.

I think it would be the same for Robb, if not worse. There would be nothing he could do but watch the flames, watch her burn. That helplessness is something that would nearly kill him, and it isn’t a feeling he’d easily forget.

In tmttw, he forgives her easily enough because he didn’t actually see it. It’s not entirely real to him. He believes what Alysanne has told him of course, but it is still something so far removed, so unbelievable, that he can almost forget it.

If he had witnessed it, I really don’t think he’d have forgiven her so easily. He’d be relieved, of course, but like Arya there is a lot of anger. It would be impossible for him to forget how agonizing it was to wait through the night, to know that there is nothing that can be done to save her.

I don’t know how long it would have taken for him to be able to look at her and not see her standing in the flames, burning. It was reckless, impulsive, and that recklessness and impulsivity is a side of Alysanne that Robb wouldn’t have seen before. He’s seen bits of it since her return, and I’m excited to explore that more!

As for Jaime, I think he would shut down. That is his worst fear (whether he would know it as such yet) realized before his eyes. It’s a numbing pain, and like Robb, the feeling of helplessness. He can’t even mourn Addam because he’s just watched his daughter walk into his funeral pyre.

He is of course relieved to see her still alive at the end of it all, and I don’t think he holds as much anger as Robb does.

Under that relief, though, is fear. Jaime has seen that recklessness and impulsiveness before, but not in Alysanne. It’s an echo, though distant, of what he witnessed in Rhaegar and even Aerys, to some extent. He’d have to wonder about her sanity, and I think he’d begin to be a bit fearful of her, of what she’s capable of.

Thanks for the question, anon!!! I had a lot of fun answering this 🥰

my dream as a fanfic writer is to write a story which people want to talk to me about and send asks about afterwards and discuss things the characters did and the symbolism and meanings behind certain lines and I'll be all "hehe thanks" but irl I'll be in literal tears because I wrote something that means something to someone

Can you please give us a sneak peak of the next chapter 🥹

You sent this way back in January (oh my god it's been so long since I've updated) and I finally feel like I have a substantial bit that isn't likely to be scrapped or rewritten entirely. Enjoy!

A golden dragon dipped low, buffeting wind over the crowd with a flap of its wings. The crowd clapped and cheered, and even Tommen could not help a smile. 

The trio had taken to the skies even before Tommen left to walk the shoreline. Alysanne said the more they flew, the stronger the dragons would grow and the further they could fly. Or so she thought, anyway.

Briefly, Tommen wondered if Alysanne, Aegon, and Jon were as disappointed as he that Lord Rykker had capitulated so swiftly. Surely, they must have been curious to know how much destruction even a small dragon could reap, curious to know what it was to face an army from dragonback.

Passively, Tommen knew he ought not wish to see such things. Yet a part of him cursed Lord Rykkers good sense. Tommen did not think he could be blamed for feeling so, for wishing for a song of his own. Not when he’d been raised on grand tales of his father’s rebellion, like the songs of the harrowing Battle of the Bells, the terrible Siege of Storm's End. Duskendale had been his last chance to see any such battle. 

That was not entirely true, of course. He could still wet his blade when Aegon took King’s Landing. As he watched the dragons, he allowed himself to imagine it - riding atop a courser, sword in hand, cutting down faceless, shadowed men who stood in his way. The men would not be mere shadows, he swiftly reminded himself. They would wear the red and gold of his mother’s house, the black and gold of his once-father’s, perhaps even Joffrey would don armor and ride amongst his men. 

The thought of meeting Joffrey, sword in hand, did not horrify him as he knew it ought. But there was a certain thrill that came with imagining his face as Tommen forced him to his knees, the sputtered anger, mottled red and purple flush; Tommen knew that look well. 

any tmttw updates? xoxo💕

still working on it!! struggling with motivation so hard, but i promise it’s coming!

hello! how many chapters have you planned for tmttw?

Oh lord. This answer changes all the time. Around 70 in total, maybe?

Thanks for the ask, anon! Hopefully I'll have the next chapter out soon! I feel so bad that it's taken me so long 😭

i’m alive, i promise! sorry i keep not updating. please take this picture of my cat as a peace offering ❤️