Premise

Before the reign of the Targaryens, the Seven Kingdoms were just that, Seven Kingdoms. In Storm's End, King Durran struggle with a most intimate matter. The inability to produce a male heir. It isn't long before lords start throwing their daughters his way, to offer him comfort and solace in these troubling times. Will one of these maidens be enough to temp this devoted husband away from his loving wife?

This is loosely inspired by The Tudors, obviously. But I am going to make this my own, so don't try to follow The Tudors too closely when making your characters!

Casting Call

I am looking for a variety of characters:

Maidens to tempt the king – especially one he will fall in love with.

Royal council members – all slots are open

Royal guard members – probably 1 or 2

A betrothal match for Princess Khailee

A septa & high septon– most likely for Storm's End

Handmaidens & other side characters

If you'd like to submit a character, send me a PM with the idea for your character, once approved I will send you the character form.

Story Start

The pains of labour filled the sound of the keep. King Durran paced in his room, eagerly awaiting the birth of his much-anticipated son. But he was also gripped by fear. Would Alyeen fail him again? She was on her seventh birth, and so far, had only been able to produce their daughter, plagued by stillbirths and miscarriages. Eventually, her cries died down and there was a knock at his door.

"Enter!" he called.

Maester Ludwyn entered the room and bowed deeply to the King of Storm's End.

"Well? Is it a boy?" Durran demanded.

"Yes, but unfortunately, the child was stillborn, Your Grace," Maester Ludwyn replied solemnly.

"Damnit!" Durran cursed as he pushed his table over. "What of the Queen? Did she survive?" he questioned, almost as an afterthought.

"Her Grace is alive and well," Maester Ludwyn confirmed. "She will require rest, but I can assure you that she will make a full recovery."

Durran nodded and waved the Maester away. Of course, Alyeen made a full recovery, she always did. Part of him wished she had died, then he would be free to remarry someone who was truly capable of giving him a son. He ran a hand through his light brown hair and sat down on a chair. He buried his face in his hands as he thought. Alyeen could tell their daughter she had lost her brother, why should he deliver the news? It was hardly his fault. All she had to do was birth a healthy heir, how hard was that? She had birthed Khailee without issue, but when it came to his long-awaited son, she failed time and time again. Durran took a breath to compose himself and left his chambers. He went straight towards his Queen's chambers and was surprised to see his thirteen-year-old daughter waiting outside.

"You're not in bed yet?" Durran asked, it was rather late, but he supposed with the noise she could not sleep.

"No, father," Khailee answered quietly. "I wanted to see mother and the baby after the birth."

Durran sighed. "Well, go on then, see her." he said simply as he opened the large wooden doors to his wife's chambers. Khailee obediently entered the room and rushed over to her mother.

"Khailee, my dear," Alyeen greeted her daughter with a smile. Her face was slick with sweat and her hair was soaked with it.

"Mother, where's the baby?" Khailee asked.

Alyeen glanced at her husband, whose blue eyes were unreadable, then back at her daughter, whose dark brown eyes were staring at her expectantly.

"The baby didn't make it, my dear," Alyeen replied sadly, tears welling in her eyes.

"Oh…" Khailee trailed off, then she took her mother's hand. "I'm sorry you lost the baby, mother."

Durran exhaled a sigh. "Off to bed, Khailee, you saw your mother so go."

Khailee glanced at her father and nodded obediently. "Goodnight mother," Khailee said.

Alyeen smiled and kissed the top of her daughter's head. "Goodnight, my dear."

Khailee left the room and Durran closed the door behind her. He wanted to slam it but didn't want to alert his young daughter to his anger. He turned around and glanced at his wife with a look of pure anger on his face.

"You lost another son," he said, his tone accusatory.

"I did my best, my love," Alyeen said. "I did all I could to keep him alive, but it pleased the gods to take him from me."

"Of course, it did," Durran said bitterly as he approached his wife. "You lose child after child, Alyeen," he practically hissed.

"We can try again," Alyeen insisted.

"What's the point?" Durran snapped, raising his voice slightly. "You'll just lose this one too!"

"Please, let's just try again," Alyeen pleaded. She was tired and still in pain from the ordeal she had just endured.

Durran pinched the bridge of his nose. "When you are ready, we will try again, and you will deliver me a son."

"Yes, my king," Alyeen said softly.

With that, Durran left the room, slamming the door shut behind him. He was tired, and angry, and most of all, stressed. He still had no male heir, and the Queen soon would not be able to produce children. What in the seven hells was he to do?