The dragons were devoted to the children first and foremost, but Drogon would snap and flame at anyone who came too close to Rhaella, Balerion could on occasion be found curled up on Elia's lap while she worked, and Ghost had once arranged himself just so along the back of the Iron Throne while Lyanna held court in her husband's absence - it was the most productive court session she'd ever been party to. Or, Rhaegar marries Lyanna Stark, and runs away with Elia Martell

Robb is leaving tomorrow, but he's here for tonight. Even if Jon and Theon aren't using him as thoroughly as they could be.

"It's not like he's noticing anything you're doing. Face it Greyjoy: when he's on top like that, you could be anyone in the world and he'd enjoy fucking himself on you just as much.” In which Theon is easily manipulated, Jon is a smug git about it, and Robb would like to get off at some point.

Jon joins his king, and brother, in bed. And his queen.

Jon, Robb and Theon all have a lot in common. But they have their differences too. (Or, that fic where they're all hopeless bottoms, but in very different ways.)

The deep satisfaction of having made the right choice; of having found a clear-flowing wellspring of true honor to protect.

“You let me go, I will find a ship and sail away,” Aegon pleaded. “Never to be found.”

There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival. —Thornton Wilder

Two days after they received word of a Frey girl joining Robb Stark at Moat Cailin and riding off north with him, a ship from the Stormlands arrived, and Tyrion went down personally to meet it. Or rather, to meet the man coming off of it: one Selwyn of Tarth.