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Chapter 27

Rhaenyra does not remain unattended on the dancefloor for long. Even before her father reaches the dais, Ser Tyland Lannister appears at her side, his hand outstretched as he asks for the honour of dancing with her. Although the Lannisters have tested Rhaenyra’s patience during the festives, Ser Tyland is far less annoying than his twin brother, so Rhaenyra accepts his request. “I believe you let out a relieved breath when my father and brother left, princess,” Ser Tyland says with a slight smile. Rhaenyra can’t contain the tiny giggle that slips from her lips, and Ser Tyland’s smile grows into a grin. “Your brother is very-” arrogant, annoying, boring, stupid “- persistent,” she finishes when she finds the word that is not an outright insult.

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4 - book of worship

“Garden is not a place I thought I would see you, cousin,” Rhaenys says. Without asking for permission to join him, she sits on the chair next to him and helps herself to a cup of ale from his pitcher. “I expected you to waste your days in gambling pits and drinking dens.” “Seven years of war makes one long for peace and quiet,” he replies without opening his eyes. “Not that you would know.” “I know more than you think. After all, my husband fought by your side in the same war.” Daemon huffs. Only someone as arrogant as Rhaenys would think second-hand experience is something worth bragging about. “Your husband scampered off after barely two years. Not the most impressive feat,” he says.

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a note to everyone who wants to copy someone's work

If anyone's wondering, adding a note that your story is not an original work but a REMIX of your favourite fics doesn't give you permission to copy those stories.

It's one thing to be inspired by someone's work, but taking large parts of someone's story and posting it on your account is stealing. You can restrict comments all you want, but it doesn't change anything. And you're not flattering the author of the original work, you're pissing them off.

To the 'author' of that remix, the only thing you achieved is to make me not want to continue the story you claim is one of your 'favourites'. So, congratulations! I hope you're happy and proud of yourself!

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“She’s your future queen” — House of the Dragon, S01E07

Dreamy Helaena Targaryen

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3 - blood of the dragon

“I didn’t know the princesses were so bloodthirsty,” Daemon says. At last, Rhaenyra spares him a look. “Perhaps you don’t know a lot about princesses.” The men howl at her jibe. Daemon chuckles. “I know that princesses enjoy jewels. I see you like my gift.” His gaze is fixed on her throat, where the ruby choker gleams in the sunlight. Rhaenyra lifts her hand and brushes her fingers over the polished rubies. “Very pretty but much overdue if you ask me. You’ve been back for over a fortnight, and only now I receive a gift worthy of a princess. It’s a shame, uncle. Perhaps it’s a matter of age,” she adds just to rile him up. “You’ve been much better at this when you were younger.”

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Alicent VIII

“Is everything alright, Your Grace?” Alerie asks, drawing Alicent’s from the depths of her thoughts. “You seem far away.” The Queen blinks a few times, chasing off her sombre musings. The garden materialises before her eyes - a small table around which Alicent and her ladies are seated, the mountain of cakes and fruits on a silver platter, flagons of wine and pots with herbal infusions. A little off to the side, Aegon plays with Alerie’s and Sybell’s sons while Helaena picks flowers under the watchful eye of Septa Amarys. “Do you need to lie down?” Sybell asks, a worried crease forming between her brows. Alicent reassures her ladies with a smile. “I am well. I simply have a lot on my mind,” she explains, though she does not go into details even when she notices the curious looks on her ladies’ faces. Some secrets are too dangerous to be shared.

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Chapter 26

“My daughter seems quite pleased with that crown you gave her.” Oh, if you’d only knew how much, Daemon thinks. Rhaenyra thanked him profusely for the victor’s laurel, her eager hands and sweet lips showing exactly how grateful she was to be proclaimed the Queen of Love and Beauty. He bites down the smile that rushes to his lips as the memory of their passion-filled hour floods his thoughts. For a moment, he can think of nothing else but Rhaenyra’s scent wrapping him in a hug, her soft sighs brushing against his ear and the touch of her lips on his neck and chest. “Good,” he says when he manages to break through the haze of the memory. “It cost me quite a few bruises to get it for her.” Bruises and cuts that Rhaenyra soothed with her lips and tongue. “You didn’t find someone else whom you’d like to crown? I thought you’d be on the lookout for a new wife.”

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2 - dangerous pleasures

He doesn’t want to waste time, so after luncheon with Viserys, Daemon searches for his niece. The servants in her room direct him to the garden, where the princess holds her court, and with curiosity lacing his step, Daemon follows their instructions. Tucked behind the Throne Room is a small area sectioned off for parties and gatherings that are less formal and don’t require the pomp and gravity of the Iron Throne looming over them. Under the foliage of crimson azaleas and purple-brushed lilacs, a small platform has been erected; during banquets, Viserys and his most honoured guests occupy it, but now, instead of a table, there are benches cushioned with silk pillows, chairs, blankets, and furs. Rhaenyra lounges on a settee, looking like a queen among her subjects.

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1 - danger in the dark

“A princess alone in the dark?” he whispers into her ear, making her shiver. “Are you asking for trouble, sweet niece?” “Are you the trouble you speak of, uncle?” Rhaenyra asks, still not turning to look at him. “Or perhaps you will protect me from the dangers lurking in the dark.” He chuckles huskily. “I am no gallant knight, princess. I thought you would know that by now.” “Should I scream then? Cry for help?” He leans even closer, his warm breath brushing against her bare shoulder. “That depends. Do you want to be rescued, princess?” She spins around and tilts her head to meet her uncle’s gaze. “Perhaps not tonight,” she murmurs, staring deep into his eyes. One corner of Daemon’s lips tugs upwards in a crooked smile. “I thought so,” he says.

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"Princess Rhaenyra poured for her stepmother at the feast, and Queen Alicent kissed her and named her 'daughter.'"

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Rhaenyra XV

A dozen knights and men-at-arms mingle about the stables, preparing the horses and carriage for their trip. With all of their engagements finished, Daemon decided it was now a good time for Rhaenyra to visit the city and start gaining the support of the smallfolk living at the foot of the Red Keep. Rhaenyra has faced many obstacles in recent years. Yet the prospect of spending a day on the streets of King’s Landing makes her the most anxious. She knows little about the common-born people and has no idea what their lives are like, but she’s already aware that many of the smallfolk would prefer to see Aegon on the Iron Throne. In a way, that’s no different from the nobles, who also have been more accepting of a man on the Iron Throne. But with the high lords, Rhaenyra at least has some baseline. She knows what they expect from her and how to speak with them. The smallfolk are a complete mystery to her.

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for my Daemyra stans

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Chapter 25

“I hope you’re not terribly disappointed that you cannot participate in the tourney, Ser Steffon,” Rhaenyra says as they make their way toward the field of pavilions stretching around the tourney grounds. It looks almost like a meadow dotted with vibrant flowers, but instead of pansies, roses, and cornflowers, tents made of colourful silks sprout from the ground. “I had the opportunity to compete in many tourneys, princess, and I am sure there will be many more in my future,” Ser Steffon replies with a small smile. “My duty is to protect the royal family. It comes before personal ambitions and wishes.” “I hope your brothers think the same,” Rhaenyra says, though she had heard that Ser Criston was as saddened by the king’s order as the queen. “Even if this wisdom will dawn on them later on.”

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