Wiring a story where the main character is a peasant but is incredibly capable with a sword basically he’d win any 1v1. How would lords view/treat him? His liege lord is going to love him highly capable warrior loyal to him but how might would other lords see him and treat him?

Note: For context this story is taking place throughout the wot5k and the OC serves house Stark. OC isn’t a super genius or anything he just a good fighter.

Also what would be some of the rewards he might get for good service outside of a generic castle and lordship?

We see rhaenys Targaryen having black hair, since she is half Baratheon how come her children have blond silver hair? Or is it diluted enough, or was Baratheon strong enough that always is supposed to have black hair? Kinda confused on whether there is a rule or just writers changing things

An idea I have been toiling with, it finally scratched my mind strong enough to escape. This is a little excerpt of the idea of a man being reincarnated into Westeros during the prelude of the Dance of the Dragons. Being born to Laena and Daemon, the blood of the dragon and the blood of the sea form a strong force in him.

"Dracarys Vhagar!" The piercing cry jolted me from sleep, sending my heart racing as I bolted upright in bed. Time seemed to stretch, the world slowing to a crawl as a familiar clicking sound echoed ominously in the air. My mind raced with a single thought: 'No, it can't be...'

Disregarding my dishevelled state and clad only in underwear, I dashed to the window, gauging the distance to the ground below. The lone palm trees swayed in the wind outside as if offering silent reassurance that the fall wouldn't be too dire.

"A body fit for the lord of the seas I was promised, let's see how that goes..." With resolve hardening my nerves, I leapt over the balcony, the rush of air accompanying my descent.

Fwoosh!

Time seemed to freeze once more as I hurtled toward the staircase leading to the beach. As I landed with a jarring impact, the scene before me unfolded in chaotic clarity. My mother lay collapsed on the sand, a trail of blood staining the shore—a broken figure in the moonlight.

"Keligon zȳhon (Stop Her), Tiamat!" I bellowed, even as flames erupted from Vhagar's jaws. With a primal roar, the sea responded, and the serpentine jaws of Tiamat, the 'dragon' that hatched with me, emerged from the waves. Her various knobs, spines and horns contrasted with her large, sinuous, white body. She surged forward from the depths, her red eyes focused and the hood around her neck flared as her powerful jaws snapped shut with a resounding crack. The clash of titanic forces reverberated through the water as Vhagar roared in defiance, its flames sputtering against the onslaught. Arcs of electricity crackled between each sharp fang, the resonance of the elements contrasting the deep of the night.

With gritted teeth, I ignored the pain from my fall and raced toward my mother's side. Vhagar's Dragonfire faltered, replaced by a pained cry as she struggled against Tiamat's grip. "Jikagon arlī (Go Back), Tiamat," I commanded, and the sea creature obediently released its hold, slipping back beneath the waves. In my mind, I could feel how concerned she was for me and my mother as well.

As Vhagar turned, disoriented and enraged, I approached cautiously, soothing words falling from my lips. "gīda, gīda, (calm, calm) Vhagar," I murmured, hoping to quell the storm raging within her.

Holding my mother in my arms, I noted that only half of her body was burnt, yet they seemed to only penetrate to the last layer of the skin. Her body was a charred remnant, I asked her to be quiet as I asked for the water's help in healing her. 

In my mind, however, I felt Tiamat indicate that dragonfire was the exception. Gritting my teeth, I asked my mother,

"would... would you like me to at least save the baby painlessly?" 

She nodded. I proceeded to ask the water within my mother to release the child, and it slowly began to push the baby out. 

Amidst the cries of a newborn, echoing across the desolate beach, a figure descended the weathered stone stairs, casting a long, solemn shadow over the scene. The gentle lapping of the waves provided a haunting backdrop to the momentous occasion unfolding in the fading light of day.

"It's a boy, mother..." I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper, choked with emotion. "I'll call him Laenor... in your and... and ah, uncle's honour..."

Tears welled in my eyes as I swallowed the rising bile, threatening to spill over as I gazed down at the fragile bundle in my arms. His cries, though piercing, seemed to fade into the background as I focused on the woman who had given me life.

Summoning the last reserves of her strength, my mother nodded slightly as she extended a trembling hand to touch my tear-streaked face. Her touch was both searing and tender, a bittersweet reminder of the love that bound us together. A faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips, a silent reassurance in the face of impending separation.

"My... special boy..." she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath, yet filled with a depth of love that transcended words. "I... will... al...ways... lo...ve y-"

But her words trailed off into silence, the light fading from her once bright eyes as her spirit slipped quietly from this world. At that moment, as I cradled my newborn son in my arms, I felt the weight of her absence settle over me like a heavy shroud. My mother is now forever lost to me...

Moving away from her body, I understood what she wished for, a true valyrian death. I moved towards the cause of the rapid footsteps and knew who it was from their build,

The tension between father and son crackled in the air like the static before a storm as I confronted Daemon, my words dripping with bitterness and accusation.

"Father," I seethed, my voice heavy with venom, "I wonder... did you grant me that final moment with her out of respect, or was it merely your own disinterest in her that allowed it?"

Emerging from the shadows, Daemon regarded me with a cool detachment that only fueled my anger. His silence spoke volumes, a tacit acknowledgement of the rift that had grown between us.

"You are upset, I understand--" he began, attempting to placate me.

"Upset? UPSET?!" I erupted, the floodgates of my grief and frustration bursting forth. "My fucking mother just died! Your WIFE! At the age of 26! How could you have let this happen?!"

Daemon remained stoic, unmoved by my outburst. I continued to rail against him, pouring out my anguish and resentment until I was left gasping for breath.

"I tried... Everything," He whispered out, the weight of his failure resting silently on his shoulders. "Everything that the masters recommended, I did without question."

"You KNEW I was special," I accused, my voice trembling with betrayal. "Why did you not come to me?"

"Special, yes," Daemon conceded with a sigh. "But able to ensure a safe delivery? That was not something I expected to be within your abilities."

His words cut deep, slicing through the haze of my grief with a sharp clarity. I silenced him with a look, determination hardening my resolve.

"We will discuss this later," I declared, my voice firm. "After I have cremated my mother."

Daemon's gaze lingered on me, a silent acknowledgement of my authority at this moment. But his next words grated against me, 

"And how will you do that without a dragon that breathes... fire?"

With a silent exchange, I passed my younger brother into his care, my jaw clenched with determination. Turning away, I strode toward Vhagar, my mother's final resting place.

"Dracarys, Vhagar," I commanded, but she remained stubbornly unmoved, defying my order. Frustration surged within me, but I refused to be stopped.

Raising my arms toward the open ocean, I summoned a thick tendril of water to wrap around Vhagar's throat. With a clenched fist, I repeated my command, forcing her head towards my mother's body.

"Vhagar. DRACARYS."

This time, she obeyed, her flames engulfing my mother's body in the ancient funeral rite of Valyria. As her body blazed, consuming my mother's earthly remains, I honoured her final request, granting her the dignity of a true Valyrian death.

"Keligon, Vhagar," I murmured, the flames extinguishing at my command. She seemed to listen now, subdued by the solemnity of the moment. I let Vhagar free of the water tendril before stepping back towards my father,

"IF. And I truly mean IF," I emphasized, locking eyes with Daemon, "I find out that you had anything to do with her death or that you tell anyone of my abilities... I swear on the memory of my dead mother that I will pierce your heart and lungs with that targaryen blood that you are oh so proud of."

My words hung heavy in the air, a solemn oath borne of grief and determination.

There was a moment of tense silence as my words reverberated between us, each syllable weighted with the weight of my resolve. Daemon's expression remained inscrutable, but I detected a flicker of unease beneath the mask of indifference.

With a final, piercing stare, I turned away, leaving him to contemplate the gravity of my vow. As I left the yard, I noted the small smile that replaced his expression.

Ascending the steps, exhaustion weighed heavily on my shoulders, mingling with the simmering emotions that churned within me. It was then that I realized the reason for Daemon's smile, the underlying pride that lay beneath his stoic facade.

Halting midway up the stairs, I turned back to face him, my gaze meeting his across the distance.

"You're proud, aren't you?" I questioned, my voice tinged with a mix of frustration and resignation.

Daemon met my gaze, his expression unreadable yet tinged with a hint of something akin to pride.

"Of course," he replied, his voice carrying a weight of its own. "After all, that part of you is finally out... The fire and fury of a dragon."

His words resonated within me, stirring a complex mixture of emotions. With a nod of acknowledgement, I turned away once more, leaving him to his thoughts on the desolate beach below.

Though my anger still simmered beneath the surface, tempered by the realization that some of my accusations had been fueled by raw emotion, I resolved to address them with a clearer mind in the days to come. For now, I needed time to process, to mourn, and to prepare for the challenges that lay ahead.

So yeah, hope you enjoyed that. I'm thinking of writing the entire thing but idk yet.

Can anyone provide links to stories where Jon leaves the wall with Tyrion and travels south with him?

A man obsessed with the Seven as he was it’s almost a miracle he never thought of it, but what if he did? How would that affect Westerosi history and events?

Hi, so I'm writing this fanfic about Stannis going back in time back to the Storm's End siege.

I know Stannis will punish Davos for being a smuggler, and maiming is a common punishment in Westeros, yet, if there would another way of doing so.... which would you choose?

Btw not punishing him at all is too much out of character, specially because it encapsulates Stannis' view on justice (and, inadvertently, it was the thing that caused Davos to be loyal, since he knew his lord was going to be just with everyone).

Hello.

I have been working on an alternative timeline where the ironborn rule over the Riverlands endures and has a larger impact on the local culture of the region. I have not published anything for now, but I hope I can do that in some months, when I feel confident on my work.

Anyway, one aspect I need to delve into is the construction of Harrenhal. Firstly, I believe the construction of a castle on that region was not a bad idea. Harrenhal's holdings are some of the richest in Westeros, claiming vast tracts of green fertile land, and it's a good way to consolidate the rule over the southern Riverlands.

However, there are obvious issues: it's too large, and Ito drained too many resources during its construction, especially if we take into account the fact it took "only" 40 years to build the fortress (many large castles in real life took a century or more to be completed).

Now, here are my ideas:

(1) the construction of the castle would begin much earlier, 90 years before Aegon's Conquest, during the reign of Harwyn Hardhand, as a simple holdfast on the south of his realm, and the keep would be expanded by Halleck and Harren (who'd rename the place after himself because he can).

(2) the kings of House Hoare (Halleck and Harren, mostly) keep q policy of peace with other westerosi kings, but participate on wars and raids in Essos. By this point, western Essos is experiencing the Century of Blood, so there would be lots of opportunities for it. Through these attacks, they could take lots of resources, looting the Volantene Empire for riches and thralls to work on the Riverlands (including the keep).

(In addition, this could influence on the castle's aesthetics, as many of the thralls the ironborn would get there could be educated people, who could be employed as engineers and architects for the construction. This could mean this version of Harrenhal could have a rather exotic architecture, mixing westerosi and valyrian styles).

(3) as for the project himself, maybe Harrenhal could be smaller. Even if it's area is similarly large, the proportions could be smaller, like Winterfell's.

I'd like to hear your ideas. What do you think?

I am looking for a fiction where Robert Baratheon, Ned Stark, Robb Stark, Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen gets resurrected beyond the wall with Aegon The Conqueror and Orys Baratheon and others to fight the white walkers, if anybody has a link I would really appreciate it

Basically she was inserted into Laena when Laena just born. Suddenly Baelon found out Vhagar no longer followed his command anymore...he accidentally fell off his dragon and died in a year he was named heir. When his body was not cooled yet, Vhagar flew to Driftmark herself and mysteriously bonded with Rhaenys' one-year old. Jaehaerys was intimidated, and the realm interpreted Baelon's accident as punishment from the gods for usurping his niece.

And it would super interesting to see Visenya's reaction on an old Jaehaerys.

What if summerhall had ended in the rebirth of the dragons?

Let’s say there are two versions, one where his family survives and he can hand out dragons like candy, and one where most still die like canon or he loses a large chunk of the family but he himself lives.

With the dragons he’d be able to do his reforms for the small folk and he’d no longer have to bow to the whims of the nobility. But once he dies there’s no guarantee his successor is as noble. Duncan the small probably would be, Aegon could make him heir again and tell people to get over it because he has a fire lizard, but if not then it still leads to Aerys, who might not be as mad because good luck duskendale capturing and torturing a man with dragons, but he was hardly a great guy before that.

Thoughts?

Please recommendent fics that play after the various wars and the Long Night(if it happened).

So no war, mostyl politics or similiar.

Also Book Canon, not Show Canon or at least mixed.

This is something I’ve always been a bit into, but my god, I’ve had a fascination with the idea of Stannis building a support base with the nascent merchants and what we might call middle-class in Westeros.

I know Stannis has not in any way shown any interest in commerce or trade, but still, it’s something I just love imagining. Him building a new regime on rising minor nobility and merchants. Just so fun.

Basically, the plot is that three fans get inserted/isekaied into the world of Westoros in the body of different people. Fan 1 is a hardcore Stannis and Robb fan, fan 2 wants to become his own king, and fan 3 just wants the story to play out the same way it does so that he can finally know the ending. 

So I’ve got some questions character wise: 

1. If fan 1 came to Stannis on Dragonstone just before he went to the Wall and offered Stannis 4000 Unsullied, 2000 assorted sellswords and the boats he used to take them there on the condition that every Frey, Bolton or Greyjoy they come across must be summarily executed no matter what, would Stannis take the deal? (Stannis’s situation is the same as canon)
2. Fan 2 is reborn as a Yronwood. Due to his ambitions and some shenanigans, he ends up having to flee Dorne with some ships and a few hundred men. He broadcasts his desire to become the king of Dorne and promises alliance with any king who shelters and supports him. Do any of these major players (Robb, Renly, the Tyrells, Balon)* accept the deal?
3. Due to the butterfly effect, Tyrion is bedridden with injuries when Joffrey is poisoned, so he escapes all suspicion since even Tywin can’t find a way he could have possibly ordered it, and Sansa too since she had to spend all her time with him for political survival. Fan 3 is working for Kevan as a sword for hire (something like Bronn). Is there any possible way he can get both of them to flee King’s Landing?

*I won’t bother asking for Stannis or Tywin since we know they won’t take it. 

Basically the title but I’m super curious what would happen if they (and their dragons) were the only ones left once the Dance concluded. Because I’m currently working on a story focusing on them where Jaehaera basically lives through the regency and was wondering how Aegon III would react if all he had left was his cousin as Baela, Rhaena and Viserys are all dead like the rest of their family.

I personally don’t really see them falling in love or anything but I do see them possibly developing a bond of sorts due to their shared trauma or even trying to shut each other out? But I don’t know their characters that well if it would be possible for them to eventually become friends or something though I doubt it as both were pretty messed up because of the Dance but weirder things have happened in this fandom so maybe I’m wrong.

As for Jaehaera’s characterization I sorta view her as being how Helaena is portrayed in the show with bits inspired by other characters like Hinata Hyuuga and Luna Lovegood.

But I really need help with their dynamic with each other?

Are there any fics where Jaime has like a son or smth raised by Tywin as Heir to Casterly Rock? It doesn't even have to be his son just someone raised by Tywin as heir to House Lannister, wether he is a Lannister or not

As above, thank you.

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(This is a rewrite of my other post where I wrote a fic that featured Jn riding south with Robb instead of joining the NW)

Here's how the story goes. After Ned and the royal party leave, Jon leaves Winterfell also, and goes to some other place in the North besides the Wall. Like Last Hearth, Bear Island, or White Harbor. But when the news of Ned's arrest spreads through the realm and Robb calls the banners, he travels back to Winterfell and marches south with Robb.

When they cross over the Neck and meet up with Cat, she and Jon will probably avoid each other, but the betrothal at the Twins happens all the same. Eventually, the battle of the Whispering Wood happens all the same, but with Jon and Ghost fighting right alongside Robb and Greywind. Jaime is captured all the same, they get the news that Ned was killed and Robb is still crowned KITN.

As the war goes on, Jon becomes Robb's right-hand man and receives some glory for himself. The singers begin singing about the Young Wolf and his brother the White Wolf. Terrorizing the Lannisters, fighting to avenge their father. Later on, when Robb announces his intention to send Theon away to treat with his father, Jon tries to convince him not to, but Rob has made up his mind and sends Theon away.

Robb gives Jon the task of watching Jaime since he absolutely trusts him, so Cat won't get to release him in this AU. When Jon accompanies Robb in the Westerlands, he takes part in the battle at the Crag. After the battle, they soon learn of the deaths of Bran and Rickon and the sack of Winterfell. In his grief Robb sleeps with Jeyne Westerling, soon after, he feels obligated to marry her. Jon is against it and they have a heated argument, an argument that results in Robb sending Jon back up North to retake the North from the Ironborn. After some difficulty getting past Moat Cailin, Jon finally makes it in the North and arrives to find the castle sacked. But deep down, he still has hope that his brother might still be alive out there somewhere, so he and his soldiers start to search for any survivors and begin repairing Winterfell. And also start chasing the Ironborn out of the North. He also hears reports from the NW about an army of Wildings amassing in force.

Back down south, Robb, who has just married Jeyne Westerling receives word that Sansa was married to the Imp. After realizing that Jon was right about everything, and after judging the lack of heirs he has, he decides to legitimize Jon and make him his heir. Cat is totally against this and even goes as far as to accuse Jon of killing the boys. This of course angers Robb to the point where he shouts at her and declares that until he has a son, Jon is the heir to Winterfell. Except this time, it's made publically known.

Things still go the way they do in canon. Robb still dies at the Twins, and Roose is still declared Warden of the North and marches up North to solidify his new status. However, with Jon up there, and having been legitimized as Jon Stark, things are more complicated for him now. When Jon finds out about Robb's death, he grieves for a long time and swears vengeance against Roose Bolton. This will become a full-on Northern civil war.

So, between chasing the Ironborn to of the North, dealing with the traitorous Boltons, and reports of a wilding army marching on the wall, Jon is gonna have his hands pretty full. I can see this being labeled, The War for the North.

(Edit) As a bonus, after taking back Deepwood Motte from the Ironborn, Jon goes to the Gift to deal with the Wildlings, and he treats with Mance Rayder. After some negotiating, they come to an agreement, in exchange for being allowed to settle somewhere in the Gift, Mance and the Wildlings must aid Jon and his crew in defeating the Boltons. Jon just needs to get the other Northerners on board, which will be hard, but not impossible since he'll take hostages to ensure the Wildling's loyalty.

After one of the battles, Jon might need the "comfort" of a girl's company, since he is still a horny teenager, and those campaigns do get pretty lonely. So he spots a certain ginger-haired, arrow-shooting girl in the Wildling camp and "steals her".

Concubine Ygritte anyone?

Hey everyone, I have recently read a fan fic about Rhaenyra's blood brother surviving his birth and lives.

I was wondering if you have any recommendations, would be very appreciated.

What if the Stark had a well equipped and trained standing army sown to house Stark and the North. Their job would be to police the North, enforce the Starks will and fight in their wars. How big could this army be without being unsustainable/unreasonable.

Not sure if this is the right flair, but I'm looking for someone to adopt my fic. Started writing it about a year and a half ago and though I still love it, I don't see myself continuing it. I'm a lot more busy than before, and I also have multiple other fics. It only has five chapters so far and i'm not that deep into the story. I will share some notes about what direction I was headed with the story to help, but those are of course just suggestions. Feel free to make the story your own.

Heres the link: The Same Shade of Blue - Chapter 1

Fics where there is a power above or atleast on par with dragons. I know there sort of is in canon if you include gods, potentially the Others and maybe even humanity in a way but I mean in pure destructive power. Like one on one taking on a dragon.

It could also be a proper dragon not the shitty ASOIAF fire breathing enslaved lizards with the intelligence of dogs(not an insult to dogs I love dogs).

Nothing ever exists entirely alone; everything is in relation to everything else.

Title: The Dour Griffin

Author: k1ngfisher

Rating: Mature

Language: English

Length: 63,222 words

Status: Ongoing, Chapters: 17/?

Link: AO3

Tags: Bronze Prince, Faith of the Seven, The Old Gods, Gods of Valyria, Magic and Miracles, Worldbuilding, Andalos, Essos, Faith, Steel, Daemon tries to be a good Dad, No Bashing, despite the premise, Artys is a renaissance prince

Summary:

Ser Artys Royce, the Dour Griffin. Rider of most Noble and Loyal Deathclaw, the first Griffin in millennia's. A true Hugorist knight, an example to all.

He should've never been born. An extra piece in the puzzle that is the universe.

An aberration. An abomination. A dark hope.

A man with no past, or future.

And soon, hopefully, no present.

I need some help coming up with ideas for Danys army. In my story I have someone else purchase all the Unsullied from astapor. In turn conquering the city and its outskirts villages and lands.

Which this takes her story in a completely different direction. She's now out the unsullied which was her initial strength. I can't think of anything else in lore that she could do to gain quick power like that.

Hiring the Golden company is out since they are occupied with a different claimant. Everything is following the story more or less up to this point except the addition of another character. This story takes place primarily in Essos I just want some background info that trickles in as the story progresses.

Any help would be much appreciated.

Fanfics where characters of Naruto are sent to the world of ASOIAF (with their chakra).

Could be any site

Hi everyone,

An IRL friend introduced me to house of the Dragon. She’s made some passing mentions of Lucemond authors getting hate/being pressured into deleting their fics shortly after season one finished.

She gives me the impression that these fics were all very good reads. She’s only mentioned Middle_C specifically though.

Could you guys shed some light on the situation? She said something along the lines of several of the fics that had the highest kudos disappeared around the same time. I am super not trying to stir up anything, I’m very curious though.

I’d be really interested in reading any surviving copies and I would appreciate any help.

Lore discussion but also to sound out the effects of the Others, especially in a fic where the Seven Kingdoms are in a better state than at the end of ADWD.

Between reading theories, reading fanfics, and actually reading the series, I've come across so many interpretations of the Others, it would be hard to list them all coherently. But broadly, in some Fics, the combined power of men are able to defeat them, as in the Dragon of Duskendale (Dragons also required). In other interpretations, the others are so powerful normal men have (almost) no chance against them, see Purple days, and Wearing Roberts Crown. In some that follow the show canon, they are Sauron like figures, in others they are either snow elves, or the embodiment of nature. In some theories, the Others are actually just good guys. Preston Jacobs seems to think that the humans broke an ancient peace agreement (though I think his timing is off). Some even posit that the Children of the Forest or the Deep Ones are manipulating both the humans and the Others into the conflict.

In the actual Lore, the Others appear alongside the Long Night. Thousands of years later this reads like an apocalyptic event. They go months without sunlight, with the entire world starved in ice and snow. Depending upon the myth, it took a mythical figure in Azor Ahai or the combined efforts of the Last Hero, the Nights Watch, and the Children of the Forest to defeat them. It's unclear how long the long night lasted, and how it ended. For example, it could've just been that humans didn't know how to defeat the Others, so the long night lasted until they got knowledge of dragon glass.

So far in the series, the White Walkers are kill able. They also seem to have some malevolent purpose that includes killing those beyond the wall. Their dead legion seems to be growing, and if they do get a hold of all the dead animals and humans beyond they wall, it would balloon their forces to the hundred thousands. As their dead legion grows, and winter comes, I would guess that they only get stronger, or at least more bold.

I guess there's also a tangential question related to this. Was the War of the Five Kings all an accident? Was it a series of events set in motion by people trying to fulfill prophecy (like a self-fulfilling doom)? or was it influenced by outside forces that know what is happening in the North? Was this event something necessary in preparing the Seven Kingdoms to fall, or was it all just Summer Suffering that made the Winter worse? Kind of like two bugs fighting over the last scrap of food as giants unknowingly/unwittingly destroy their homes.

Personally, I think that the strife in the Seven Kingdoms, between the WO5K, The Iron Born, Dany's and Aegon's invasions weakened the Kingdom to the point it no longer had the strength to directly face the Others. I'm unsure if it was by design, but this means the Others Conflict will require more than just battles. Whether that be some peace agreement or a "Fellowship" style questing group behind enemy lines, I'm not sure. What I do think, is that the Seven Kingdoms was strong enough under the Targaryens and Robert to defeat the Others on its own.

Discussion is welcome, since I'm mostly looking to see interesting interpretations of the whole thing for future fics.

What if Aerys woke up one day and thought (I'm going to burn it all down.). All of King's Landing is engulfed in wildfire. And then, what's left falls into the sea. All that is left is a bit of burned, hot, scorched ground. Everyone who was at King's Landing is dead.

So...

What happens now?

EDIT:

Someone asked when this happens. Here we go. Sometime when almost all Targaryens are there... But, before Rhaegar ran off with Lyanna. Not sure when that could actually be.

Wherein he is a devout practitioner of the seven and does not side with the entirety of the North nor the Targaryens. For reference, think of "Knight of the Vale" by Bhanfen, but the MC has a wholesome relationship and loves each other (if there's romance).

An incorruptible figure, standing for justice and fighting for the downtrodden -- casting tyrants down forevermore.