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starogeorgina · 2 years

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Children of the dragon

Warnings: Incest, minor violence

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Targ reader, Minor Aemond Targaryen x Targ reader

Notes: In this story, Aegon and Helaena aren't married, and Aegon isn't anywhere near as bad as he is in the show (he hasn't SA or raped anyone)

1.01

You picked at the food on your plate, uninterested in the festivities going on around you. Many great houses had gathered to celebrate your marriage to Aemond, but you felt nothing but sorrow. Targaryen weddings weren’t something to be missed as they were grand events, but you wanted nothing more than to disappear away from the crowds of people who meant little and less to you.

Looking to your left, a tight smile pulls on your lips seeing your father laugh while talking to his brother, Prince Daemon. It was the first time in a while you’ve seen him look genuinely happy. King Viserys had been sick for many years, and his health didn’t show signs of improving. You just hoped you’d be able to bear a child before he passed away since he ceaselessly reminded you that your only duty as a princess was to provide more heirs.

The thought sent a chill up your spine.

King Viserys had hoped such a large event would help close the gap between your two families, but you didn’t have much faith. Despite the distance between you, you did hold some love for Rhaenyra, as she is your kin and secretly found her sons adorable. You had found it disheartening over the years watching your own mother and her sworn shield continually slander your oldest sibling, calling her a spoilt cunt and her sons bastards.

Fast-paced music accompanied by roars of laughter fills the room while everyone enjoys themselves. Noticing Helaena and Jace dancing in the middle of the hall, you smile. You had worried Helaena would find the wedding overstimulating and disappear into herself again, but the young boy had made her feel at ease. Jace was always kind to your sweet sister, while most people, including your three brothers, mocked her for being different.

You and Helaena weren’t so different; you too were haunted by the visions in your dreams, the voices that spoke in riddles, giving you clues to the past, present, and future.

Wasn’t it ironic that King Viserys desperately wanted a dreamer in the family, then ignored the two that came from his own line?

Your mother sits in the empty chair beside you with the usual look of disapproval on her face. Letting out a dramatic sigh, you bring the cup of wine to your lips and take a large gulp, already knowing whatever she was planning on saying would turn into a lecture of some sort.

“Where did you get that from?” Your mother's fingers trace over the jewellery hugging your neck as she inspects it.

Your mother had suggested you wear a star-shaped necklace similar to the one she wears to show your commitment to the Faith of the Seven. The queen had chosen your dress, which was a modest design and made from an uncomfortable lace material. Your hair was braided so tight it hurt your scalp.

The necklace in the design of a black dragon was a perfect replica of your dragon, Dallax the Dark. It even had a red jade stone to match his red eyes.

“It was a gift.”

“A gift?” Your mother asks; her voice is low and lingering on a scolding tone. “An unusual gift to give a bride to be.”

“Me,” Aemond says, chiming in with a smirk. “I know how much Theodora cares for her beast and thought it would be the perfect wedding gift.”

Smirking, Aemond leans forward and rests his elbows on the table. “It was Aegon. He knows how much our sister cares for her beast and thought it would be the perfect wedding gift.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. Aemond wasn’t a fool, and tension between your mother and eldest sibling had become more tense over the last year.

“I’m going to go mingle with our quests.”

—

Not feeling a spark of enjoyment while speaking with the ladies or dancing with the lords from various houses that were invited, you excuse yourself and return to your seat beside Aemond, mainly so you can drink more wine and nibble on what remains of the fruit and miniature cakes.

“Oh, what a delight! He’s finally decided to grace us with his presence.”

Your mother tries and fails to hide a snigger behind her hand. You don’t even need to look up to know who Aemond was referring to. Only moments after you and Aemond exchanged vows, Aegon disappeared and missed the fine feast being served, which infuriated both your parents. Queen Alicent was telling people her eldest son has overindulged by breaking fast with food that doesn’t agree with him.

The table falls quiet when Aegon walks up; he stops directly across from you; the look he gives you causes a fluttering feeling in your stomach.

”I’m glad you are feeling much better.”

Aemond scoffs, “Yes, what a miraculous recovery.”

Ignoring the comments being made, Aegon walks around the table with a goblet of wine in hand; by the time he reaches you, he’s finished the drink. He puts the empty cup down, then offers you his hand. “May I have the next dance?”

“You don’t dance.”

“Neither does your husband.”

He wasn’t wrong; aside from the first dance, Aemond had not shown any interest in socializing with you, his new bride. You accept Aegon's hand and let him lead you to the middle of the great hall to dance. Looking over his shoulder towards the high table, you see your mother whispering in your grandsire’s ear while narrowing her eyes in your direction.

“I’m surprised you're still sober. I thought you would be passed out in the street of silk with one of your whores.”

Aegon spins you, then pulls you in close, his arm wrapping around your waist. “I always knew you’d make a beautiful bride.”

His words make you blush. You knew Aemond wouldn’t use a word like beautiful to describe you.

“This dress is hideous.”

The white puffy sleeves were over the top, along with the rest of the outfit. Your chest was noticeable underneath most clothing you wore, so your mother made it her mission to conceal it.

“Gods, I’ve never seen such a miserable bride.” Aegon lets go of your waist and begins spinning you again. “Do you trust me?”

No.

Yes.

Maybe.

“It depends on what it is I need to trust you with.”

Aegon suddenly stops dancing and grips your face, forcing you to make eye contact. His breath was warm on your face, and you pushed back the desire to kiss him. “I’ve got an idea. Follow me outside.”

“I can’t leave my own wedding.”

Aegon sighs, irritated. “Tonight you will be his. You will perform your duty as a wife and hate it; you might as well spend the next few hours enjoying yourself. Besides, Aemond won’t even notice you are gone.”

Looking back over at the table, you see Aemond’s eye glued to someone else, the one person he desired to marry instead of you. If things were different, you wouldn’t dare contemplate leaving your own wedding, but seeing your own husband pine for another was embarrassing.

“Fine, but we’ll need to run before our mother has someone drag me back.”

—

“Dracarys!”

You hear Aegon laughing as Sunfyre dodges Dallex’s flames. Growing up, you and your brother often got into trouble for playing the dangerous game while dragon riding, but your mother could never understand the exhilarating thrill that came with it. You both knew that it was only in jest, and the dragons never posed a real threat to each other. You enjoyed watching Aegon on edge. Dallax was so dark that he blended into the night sky, making it harder for anyone else to see him.

Reluctantly, you return Dallax and Sunfyre to the dragon pit. When you reached the top of the staircase, you were greeted by your mother and her sworn protector. “Ser Criston, please escort my son back to the red keep,” she said sternly. When both the knight and Aegon disappear from your view, she turns and glares at you and says, “On your wedding night?”

You look down at the ground, not knowing what to say.

“Y/n!” She snaps. “Do you have any idea how many people saw you leave with Aegon? What will they think? Your recklessness has caused this house great shame. Why must you do this today? Of all days.”

Anger boils inside you. “Nobody wanted this marriage except you!”

Aegon had begged your mother to allow the two of you to be betrothed; she refused and declared only when she was cold in the ground would such a union be able to happen. Your father then suggested a betrothal between you and Prince Jacaerys, which wouldn’t have been terrible. You weren’t in love with Jace, but he was always kind to you, and you wouldn’t have minded waiting a few years until he was older. Your mother refused and said it would be better to stick to the Targaryen custom of marrying you to one of your brothers, crushing you.

“You are punishing me.”

“I didn’t do this to punish you,” she attempts to comfort you by placing her hands on your shoulder. “This is your duty, and where there is duty, there is sacrifice.”

You push her hands off you and say, “You did it because I remind you of Rhaenyra.”

“Where would you get an idea like that?”

“Father says it all the time, and I see the way you look at me when he does,” you say, blinking away tears. “I don’t see any other reason why you fight so hard to keep me and Aegon apart. Both you and grandsire told my father if I wasn’t married to Aemond soon, he should expect another scandal of his daughter being in a brothel.”

Your mother rolls her eyes, obviously uninterested in the slightest how any of this made you feel. “You are a hypocrite.”

“I have done my duty to my husband, my king, and made sure I never brought shame upon him.”

Your mother pretending to be a saint infuriates you further. “I may sneak out my bedchamber during the night to go dragon riding or to the library when I cannot find sleep, but I don’t summon my sworn shield into my bedchambers. The same honorable knight who the king’s oldest daughter lost her maidenhood to, how shameless.”

The sudden sting across your cheek wasn’t completely unexpected; you had crossed a line.

“How is it that you can be so shortsighted?” your mother scoffs. “If Rhaenyra comes into power, she will cut off any challenge to her succession, and Aegon is the king's firstborn son.”

“So you keep saying,” you say with a hint of sarcasm, earning a scolding glare. “Even if that were true, Rhaenyra wouldn’t just come for Aegon; she would come for all of us, regardless of who he is married to. You prevented me from marrying a man of my choosing because you never got that choice.”

“You poor clueless girl. Aemond would continue to fight for his family with you by his side, but Aegon? He would give it all up if he thought that’s what you wanted.”

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