Thehedgeknight Stories

She was a peculiar thing, many agreed. Wolfs blood they called it-though only her Lady Mother was a Stark. Born with summer snows, the blood of the first men, and a stubbornness only her husband seemed to tolerate. But if you knew Baelor well, you would also know, he loved the stubborn, headstrong mind his wife acquired. But - there were those who said she was everything Baelor Breakspear could never afford to be. Maybe that was why he was so taken with her? as she was with him? or maybe they found understanding, the ability to be unburdened by the watchful eyes of those at court and find comfort in someone who accepted them for them, no formalities, false smiles or performances. Crossposted on Ao3 under @ finnickodair65 Baelor Targaryen x F!oc Pre- tourney at Ashford Meadow All characters and plots not original to me belong to George R.R Martin

On his travels Ser Duncan and Egg met a man who calls himself Shortie, But to their surprise Shortie is not a man but a women that comes from noble beginnings, who had to choose between being a caretaker or carve out a fate for herself. A Ser Duncan the Tall x OC x Baelor Targaryen.

Following the events of the tourney in Ashford Meadow, on the way to Lys the Lovely, the exiled prince-Aerion Targaryen, encounters a misfortunate hedge knight who was hunting for game. Going by the name Ser Rickar Flowers with nothing to his name. No sword, no horse, and no sigil. Rickar is desperate to prove himself, to anyone with a house, that he is one and true despite his dubious claims and eccentricity capable of matching the mad prince.

⠀︵⠀𝒲𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒏? ⠀◌Ⳋ𝅄 ♡ 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝜗 For Daeron Targaryen, there is death in everyone, and he has seen it all, except for that of his cousin, daughter of the heir to the Iron Throne, Daenys. She represents hope for him, and a future he can actually write for himself. ৎ 𝄞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐞 - 𝐘𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐤𝐫𝐞 ⠀︵⠀𝒴𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆 ⠀◌Ⳋ𝅄

❝He had beautiful eyes, which are always sad eyes.❝ [ Ser Duncan the Tall x OC ] [ A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS ] [SEASON 1 - ] [BOOK BASED ]

Years before the fall of the Iron Throne, the fire returns to a world that has grown cold. Maleynna Velaryon is a relic of an age of legends. Born to the "Queen Who Never Was" and the "Sea Snake," she was raised amidst the thunder of dragon wings and the sharp lessons of the most dangerous men in Westeros. But when a freak occurrence of ancient magic tears her from the height of the Dance of the Dragons, she is cast years forward into a realm that has forgotten the scent of dragonfire.

"I'll pretend you'll stay forever lay me down, ghostly sounds haunt the hallways as he wraps me around" - a knight of the season kingdoms season one: completed status - (ongoing) 2/21/2026 - disclaimer: i do not own the a song of ice and fire franchise i only own my oc and any other oc i make up

crash down, fury red.

'That someone as beautiful as she Could love someone like me Love always finds a way it's true! And I love you, Evangeline' IN WHICH, the sister of a hedge knight falls in love with a squire. (raymun fossoway x fem!oc) (season 1)

They said she jumped. From the highest tower of the Red Keep, a blue scarf fluttered down into the Blackwater, and with it died the brightest thing in Prince Maekar Targaryen's life. He never found her body. Only silence remained. Years passed and the grief hardened him. The realm came to fear the stern, unyielding son of the dragon, a man forged not by fire, but by loss. But ghosts have a way of lingering. At the great tourney at Ashford, amid banners, blood, and the roar of cheering crowds, a voice carries across the field, warm as summer and sweet as Mothers embrace. It stops him where he stands. He does not know why it unsettles him. He does not know why it feels like standing at the edge of that tower again. He only knows that something he buried long ago is stirring and somewhere beyond the reach of dragonfire and duty, a past he never laid to rest is walking toward him. In his mind he buried her long ago. But in his heart she is more alive as ever. And what if the dead are not always gone? And if fate dares to return what he lost, the question will not be whether he still loves her. The question is: Can the man forged by grief love the woman who chose freedom over him? Or will the weight of crown and memory destroy them both?