#Aegon the Conqueror x oc

[shrimpybbq]

Aegon the Conqueror and the Stark girl he takes captive!

He takes her when he conquers the North, seeing her beauty from afar. As the new King of Westeros, he’s entitled to whatever he wishes, and he wants her.

Aegon the Conqueror who keeps the girl locked away in his chambers, not letting her out. He lets Rhaenys in to sometimes talk to the girl, but Visenya is never allowed in.

The Targaryen king restrains himself at first, though he slowly begins to walk in on the girl’s baths, dress her in flimsy nightgowns and having her sit by his side as he works.

Aegon gives in one night, pushing the girl down on the bed and sheathing himself inside her tight cunt. He has to use spit to lubricate his cock to allow him to bottom out. The struggle she gives him only excites him more. His pretty Stark can only gasp as he moves inside of her, her wetness coating his cock. Aegon grins at the sight of a ring of cream forming at the base of his cock.

Aegon who fucks his captive each night, getting his fill until he’s fully satiated. She’s so soft and plush and he can’t help but grip her flesh tightly, kneading it between his fingers as he thrusts into her.

Aegon who always cums inside of her cunt and keeps his cock inside of her, not letting any of his seed escape. He especially likes to fuck his cum back into her and adding more throughout the night.

The Stark girl who wakes up from her slumber aside the king to feel his thick cock moving slowly inside her again. She can only part her legs wider and let Aegon grope at her breasts and his fat head bullies into her sensitive cervix.

[gulnarsultan]

hi I hope you are fine can you please write yandere aegon the conqueror x stark! reader Where she forced the reader to marry him, and she was doing her best to be nice to him and help him, but he did not love her and he always ignore her , and when he finally realized that he loved her, she began to hate him and ignore him, just as he treated her before.

Hello. I hope you like it. If you want a happier ending, feel free to write.

" Scenario "

You were Torrhen Stark's only daughter. That's why you were the apple of House Stark's eye. You had a happier life than the day the three Targaryens conquered the land. All Kingdoms except Dorne had submitted to the Targaryens. Aegon chose you as his third wife when he was crowned. Your wedding was beautiful and lavish. However, your married life and your husband were not good at all. You were trying to be the best wife you could for Aegon. You were hoping to have a relationship based on friendship, even if there wasn't love between you. Despite months of trying, you had never been able to create a significant relationship between you and Aegon. You don't remember what exhausted your patience. Scolding you for his sister Rhaenys? His contempt? Falling in love with him right before your eyes? Or Aegon beating you because of a lie Rhaenys told? After Aegon beat you, you ran to your room, battered and in tears. You stopped when you saw the balcony in the hallway. You were trying to run and jump from the balcony, but Visenya caught you. That night you found solace in Visenya's arms. You've decided to make big changes in your life. You were only speaking formally to Aegon. You didn't approach Aegon unless necessary. You were acting as if Aegon didn't exist anymore. You spent most of your time with Visenya or alone. Aegon immediately understood the change. Thanks to Aegon's urging, Rhaenys told you all the evil she had committed against you. She came to you and apologized because of Aegon. Aenda had sincerely apologized to you and asked for a second chance. However, the spiteful and disgusted looks he encountered told him all the poisonous words you didn't say. Aegon was trying hard to win you over again. He confronted you when he found out about your moon tea order. You told him to get his beloved wife pregnant. You said you would only carry the children of a man she would love after she got out of this damn marriage. Aegon couldn't remember ever being hit so hard in his life. At Visenya's request, you agreed to become pregnant with Aegon's baby. After all, the King needed heirs. Before Rhaenys, you gave birth to three Princes and a Princess. You had more children over the years. You had a total of nine children. You were a good mother to your children and a good Queen to the Kingdom. The Targaryen line continues through your blood. Aegon the Conqueror's efforts to regain your love have been the subject of stories and poems. For centuries, bards have sung about the ice queen before whom Targaryen the Conqueror knelt.

[ihavenotideia]

I NEED HELP!!! theres was a creator in tumblr that also had an acount on wattpad called “Sunphyre” or something like that, that posted got and hotd fics, and i cant find it anywhere anymore😭😭. from what i can remember it had fics like:

•Robert Baratheon x Targaryen!oc: robert falls in love with rhaeger sister and the rebelion happens after rhaegar captures her. she dies in the end, but was pregnant with roberts baby that has his hair and her violet eyes. the oc name in Rhaenyra.

•Daemon Targaryen x oc: it’s called “Pentosi healer”, daemon falls in love with a healer in the stepstones, and when viserys recuses his annulement to alow him to marry her, he runs away with her and have an amazing life.

and my favorite:

•Aegon the conqueror x stark!oc: he marries stark!oc as his third wife after rhaenys death, they ended up falling in love and having a lot of daughters, and one son that becames king in the end

PLEASE!! of you knew this creater and reconize any of its works let me know, and if you know why did it take away his work, or where i can find it elsewhere, if its posting in other midia let me know!! Thank you!! if you know anything COMMENT!!!

EDIT: if anyone still has that Aegon fic somewhere saved for some reason please send me🙏🙏🙏 it’s just sooo good!!

[lady-lemonycakes]

HOUSE OF MEMORIES

the days of aegon's conquest

Prologue Dragonstone, 3 BC

Restless.

That is the only word Daenaera Targaryen could use to describe her state these past few days. Ever since her most recent dream, she had felt haunted. A sensation she had not experienced since her last major dream that she imparted on her father shortly before his passing only several moons ago. In such states of unease, Daenaera had taken to sitting on the ledge of the windswept battlements of Dragonstone.

This is where she sits at present, her now chin-length hair blowing softly against her nape, the color reminiscent of molten moonlight. Sitting on the edge, nothing but the wind below her dangling feet, Daenaera felt a semblance of tranquility. Something she only achieves from here, when she looks below her to the waves crashing against the blackened rocks along the shore of their island, sending spray into the air. As she gazed off, vaguely in the direction of Essos as the sun rose. It's light casting in a manner that leaves the narrow sea in hues of fire and blood.

The castle is slowly coming to life, servants and squires soon to be wandering the halls, the lord and his ladies shall be waking not long after if they have not already gotten a start to their day. If Daenaera knew anything about Visenya, it is that she rose with the sun to get the most out of each day. The discipline it required, Daenaera could only dream of one day having herself. But not today. Not yet. For the youngest Targaryen had been sitting on the battlements for hours now. Sleep had not found her as of late. Not since her dream of ice.

Daenaera had always dreamed. Her father Aerion would proudly proclaim them as dragon dreams, a well sought after trait from the days of the Old Valyria that had saved House Targaryen from the Doom. Her father said these dreams were a blessing. That he is blessed to have fathered two children who inherited the gift for the first time since before the Century of Blood. Aegon, he was like their father, seeing their dreams as something to be proud of, a duty he earnestly accepts. But Daenaera had never been like the calm, unshakeable Aegon. She saw her dreams as more unsettling, if anything.

Since she was but a child, flashes of fire and flight, of shadow and steel, plagued her mind. They went between being no more than fragments, fleeting visions that left her confused and breathless, or sharper, more vivid dreams that would keep her up in the coming days.

But there was something so unsettling to her about this one. It was brief, yet still managed to be oh so impactful on her. And she doesn't even have her father to confide in anymore.

In the dream, she stood in a vast frozen wasteland, the air biting and cold. In only her nightgown, she shivered her way through the snow, feeling the ice below her feet burn her skin worse than any fire ever could. Daenaera walked and walked, hoping to come across a settlement to be her saving grace, but all she saw was a great weirwood coming more into view. She had never been so relieved to see a plant in her life, it was the one sign of life she'd seen in this snow. With its pale bark like bone, its red leaves hanging over like dripping blood, Daenaera finally had a conduit. When she was underneath the tree, she could truly see it. She took notice of the face carved into its great trunk, a thing of sorrow and menace, its empty eyes staring into her soul.

And then there was the man.

He was dark of hair and clad in heavy furs, his back turned to her as he sat on one of the roots of the tree. There was something hauntingly familiar about him, though she could not place why. Even without seeing his face, she felt an immediate sense of calm with his energy. The strong feeling she felt in the pit of her stomach when she peered at him was enough for her to forget the biting cold around her. It unwittingly gives her the strength to approach him. At the same time, he turned, and for the briefest moment, their eyes met. She was sure of it, yet his face is blurred in her mind when she tries to recall it. Almost as if obscured by frost, but she remembers the feel of his gaze, clear and piercing. He saw her.

And he knew she saw him.

This was what frightened her most. In all her past dreams, she had been an unseen observer. But this man—whoever he was—had looked at her as if she was as real to him as he was to her.

He appeared confused at her being there, she was likely a sight for sore eyes with her hair the color of the snow beneath their feet in her pink nightgown. Seeing—no, more like feeling—his confusion, Daenaera tried to speak, but it was at that moment the dream unraveled, leaving her gasping in the darkness of her chamber.

And now, it is all that lingers on her mind. She had dreamed of fire and blood before—visions of towering flames devouring cities, dragons wheeling in the skies above endless fields of battle. Those were dreams she could understand, dreams that aligned with what Aegon had shared with her in their rare, careful conversations. But this... this dream of snow, of cold so biting it seemed to seep into her very bones, of a young man cloaked in shadow who saw her... this was different. And could prove troublesome should it advance.

As Daenaera made her way from the battlements to make her descent down the spiraling stairs into the apartments in the castle before anyone could find her out of bed, she tightened her fingers around the folds of her cloak. The echoes of her footsteps were swallowed by the oppressive quiet of Dragonstone, broken only by the faint rumble of waves far below. She focused on keeping her face serene, as her mother had taught her, despite her racing mind, so as not to appear suspicious in the event she is caught before making it to her bedchamber.

It was bad enough that her mother and her sister Rhaenys had taken notice of her acting out of the ordinary the first day after the dream had happened. Having such attention from both women was tiresome to the mostly solitary Targaryen. The only respite Daenaera had was that Visenya had been out at the time—she and Aegon had just returned from business they needed to attend to with some one of the Westerosi lords or kings two days ago—for her eldest sister's sharp gaze had a way of cutting through any mask she wore. But it was Aegon who Daenaera was looking forward to seeing the least this morning. When his violet gaze fell on her, she felt the same scrutinization that Visenya all but perfected. Only that he did not speak, his eyes alone lingered on her for a moment too long in assessment before he would cross the room to try and get her to talk. He always knew when her troubles were tied to her dreams, perhaps because it was the only time he truly paid her any mind since their father's passing.

'Nevermind all of them, though', Daenaera thought.

She has become rather skilled at the art of sneaking to and fro her room in the middle of the night. Her mother's handmaiden Leana would not come to dress her until an hour before the food was prepared for the family to break their fast. A wave of relief washes over her when she finally reaches the door to her chambers, undetected. She lets out a sigh as she kicks off her slippers upon entering the room and unclips the cloak she tosses atop of the open door of her wardrobe. With nothing left to do, Daenaera hops into her bed to prepare herself to wear the facade of being well-rested once more, so she might hide the effect her dream had on her just a little longer before she'd inevitably reveal it all to Aegon. The Lord of Dragonstone did always have a way of getting such things out of the youngest Targaryen, after all.

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[lucifer366-blog]

Dragon de Sangre.

Sabía que no era la hija, hermana, ni la esposa favorita; solo era Melys Targaryen cuales sueños y esperanzas de la felicidad se desvanecieron con la brisa del viento.

"Ojalá los Dioses tengan piedad de su alma"

[lov4gor3]

A Dragon is Born

TW- childbirth, talks of death,and the stranger himself💀

RHAENYRA POV

“ ARGGH YOU CUNT “, she hears herself scream hoarsely, a sound that was came from deep within, so far yet so close. Her body burned with pain and agony, terror visible in her face as she breathes through her nose and exhales through her mouth. She swallows, terror now replaced with determination “ I will not end up like my mother “ she swallows the lump in her throat so thick as if she is choking on a rock.

Rhaenyra was incredibly nervous and terrified of giving birth, of dying like her late mother, those memories still ached into her memory forever ingrained into her mind. she wishes her mother was here to soother her, to guide her through the pain. But she is gone, of ashes and dust and she will never meet any of her grandchildren and that pains the princess deeply.

she continues to push and breathe, every breath like flames in her lungs, just like she was told and the pain…. oh the pain …… agonizing. The child bed is our battle field, her mother had one said. How Wise Queen Aemma was….. and how brutal she died.

Rhaenyra so deep in her thoughts didn’t feel the pressure between her legs,gone… empty, she opens her purple eyes, shrill screams of another…. a babe…. her babe… her firstborn.

There is still pain lingering in her body, but without a babe clawing there way out, the pain almost immediately subsided and she was grateful for it. She cries when she sees her babe, oh how beautiful her darling girl was, her babe being wrapped in a cloth and placed in her arms.

oh this feeling… this is what her mother always tried to tell her and there was nothing like it….. oh a mothers love for it is beautifully haunting. She looks down at her little one, her girl, her heir. There is a small tuft of white hair on her head and her skin is dark but a bit lighter than laenor but certainly darker than hers. This makes rhaenrya want to cry and scream with relief and accomplishment, a heir of house Velaryon and House Targaryen.

So enchanted by her babe she barely registered the midwives calling the guards to call for her husband and father. her cries have quieted down the long she feels her mothers warmth causes Rhaenyra to coo at her.

You will understand how much I love you when you have your own children, her late mother once said to her. In her younger years she scoffed at her mother claiming them to be foolish terms for she thought she would never have children, but now she understands the words of her late mother. It only took one look at her daughter to realize what she would do whatever it cost to make sure her babe was safe, unharmed, happy.

“ You little one have caused me a great deal of pain, but how can I scold you for when I’m so in love with you my darling girl. My little dragon i see it, you were born for this world to conquer it like our ancestors, to lead men into armies, to make them kneel and obey. my sweet girl you will show this world that women can be anything they put there mind to. “

Rhaenyra brings the babe to her chest cherishing this moment, peaceful and quiet, looking at the babe she carried in her belly for nine moons, so beautiful…

When she looked up she realized the sky was clear and the sun shone directly on her babe, creating an ethereal look... something inhuman... something dark....

"The Dragon has been born and they shall foresee a great prophecy in which the Prince that was promised shall fight in the war of death and darkness. For they shall bring the light-bringer and the Prince that was promised together to foresee and defeat death. For they are the most important piece in the game." whispered the stranger, looking down at the babe in the arms of her ethereal mother.

to be continued......

[iamyourdailydoseofbi]

What do you do with your fanart?

Duh, make funny little fake scenarios and memes with them..

[ashblooddragons]

My Heart, My Ruin (Chapter 6/?)

Dragonstone

36 ac

Rhaellas pov

We all stand in front of the funeral pyre where Grandsire lays dead. He passed in his sleep with a smile on his face, Father says it's because he's with Rhaenys again. 

It's a lovely thought, and probably true, but I know Aunt Visenya won't like it. She never did like how close Rhaenys and Grandsire were, but she accepted it. 

I try not to move much, I started my moonsblood just the night before and all I have to say is I'm glad I'm wearing black. 

I remember the first time I woke up with my moonsblood. It was a moon after Maegor's wife passed, I woke up in excruciating pain in my lower abdomen. When I lifted my covers to call for a maester I saw blood, so much blood from my core. I don't care how many lessons a girl has about their moonsblood, she will never be ready for that sight.

So here I stand as a Valyrian Septon chants as blood leaks from my core and feeling like a knife is twisting in my belly. 

I was a sobbing mess when I heard Grandsire passed, but none was as broken as Father or Aunt Visenya. For his Father has left him, he has no one to guide him besides courtiers. And Visenya has lost her final sibling, the only other person who understood what she felt when they conquered Westeros. They both lost someone dear, but I only lost a Grandsire who barely spoke to me if he didn't have to.

He always preferred Aegon and Viserys over me and Rhaena. From what Mother says he was trying to convince Father to marry another seeing as Mother had two pregnancies and failed to give him a son. Thank the gods Father ignored him. 

I breathe in the cold salty air that always has a darker edge that you can only find here. I've always loved the smell here, Mother and Aegon prefer the scent Driftmark brings with it's spices and overwhelming saltiness that seems to stick to your skin. 

Rhaena grips my arm as Vhagar moves forward to light the pyre. She was hit the hardest out of me and my siblings. She always wanted his attention, wanted to feel his love that he always gave Aegon and Visery. But no matter how hard she tried, he probably wouldn't be able to tell us apart. 

“Just a bit longer Rhaena, then you never have to feel his disappointment again.” I whisper to her as she glares at the pyre. 

With one look at her I saw the rage and fire in her violet eyes. I knew her sobs weren't because she lost Grandsire, it was because she would never be able to show him, he was wrong about our worth. To prove we are more than just broad mares that only need to be wed off. 

“We're more than he ever thought of us, we are the riders of Dreamfyre and Meraxes. We don't need him to be breathing to prove him wrong. Because there are more like him, and we'll show them, we'll show them why they bent their knees to Grandsire. Not because of him, but because of his sisters.” I swear and Rhaena nods as she stands straighter watching as Vhagar lights the late King's pyre turning him into worthless ash in the wind.

I watch as courtiers who never even spoke to my Grandsire sob and talk about how wonderful he was. I have to fight a scoff each time someone stops me saying how sorry they are and how he was a good man. 

You would think he didn't burn their homes to the ground if they didn't bend the knee. I think as I roll my eyes as a drunk lord I know never even saw my Grandsire talk about how amazing he was.

I finally find the person I was dying to speak to since the news had reached my ears. I waste no time making my way over to the balcony he is leaning against.

I already know what he is looking at before I even reach him. “He is now riderless, a dragon without a rider is a cruel joke.” I say as I watch Balerion sleep where we had just burned his rider. 

Maegor shakes his head with a sigh. “No, it is too soon.” 

This peaks my interest as I turn to look up at him. His jaw is set in a tense line, his eyes are set on the dragon and with one glance I can see the embers of an inferno burning within them. I know he may say it it is too soon, but I also know he doesn't care anymore. 

“And who made the rules on when you can claim a dragon? What is it he used to say, ‘you claim or you die? And a Targaryen without a dragon isn't a Targaryen at all’?” I say knowing the quote will hit close to home for him, for it always did for me until I claimed my Meraxes.

He only hums as he looks down at me. I fight the blush that threatens to rise to cheeks as he pushes a strand of hair behind my ear. “Tell me, what does it feel like when you claim a dragon?” 

I think about his question as he turns back to stare at the Black Dread. “It feels like your soul is complete. It feels like home, like the world could burn but as long as you have that beast you could make it.” 

He hums and looks down at me again before turning back to the dragon we both know he will claim in the coming days, if not tonight.

I take this as a sign that the conversation has ended, but I have one final thing to say. “I don’t know if he loved you, I hope he did but Grandsire never was good at showing you his affection. But I want to know, you don’t need him, you have proven yourself beyond what anyone could imagine already. And you much farther to go, you don’t need him, never did, and neither did I.” 

And with that I turn on my heals leaving him to his brooding and thoughts. If only we knew of the darkness on the horizons, maybe my brothers would still be here, maybe it would be Rhaena as Queen instead of me. But of course these are just maybes, and there is nothing we could have done. For how are you to defend yourself from a threat you didn’t know was coming?

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[valaenatargaryensdragon]

Only a Dragon

pairing: Fanon!Maegor Targaryen x Female OC

summary: Aenora Targaryen, twin sister of Princess Rhaena Targaryen and older sister to Aegon, Viserys, Jaehaerys, Alysanne and Vaella and Aegon Targaryen's betrothed, or is she?

Word count: 3,9K

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Kidnapping, Exile, Forced marriage, Smut, Childbirth, Maegor is a warning on his own

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Aenora did not know what was going on when she was rudely woken up from her sleep by her great aunt, Visenya, in the middle of the night. The woman hurriedly made Aenora change her nightgown to a maid's dress along with a cloak and sneaked her out of her room and the Red Keep, trying as hard as possible not to notify the workers still working on the red walls. Aenora tried to resist but she was no match to the warrior woman despite her age.

"Where are you taking me, sodjisto?" Aunt. Aenora rubbed her eyes tiredly. Visenya did not answer and pulled her harder. Aenora felt sleep slip out of her as the cold night air welcomed her. Her eyes trailed around the yard to find Vaghar waiting her and her aunt's presence.

"What is the meaning of this?" Aenora questioned. Eyes never leaving those of Vaghar. The dragon glared right back at the girl.

"Climb up child" Visenya ordered. The lack of Dark Sister did not make her the less intimidating. That woman helped unite the seven kingdoms, she was a warrior queen.

"Where are we going?" Aenora asked. The ten and six name days old girl reached carefully to touch Vagahr's snout. She had her own dragon, Crystalwing, a male dragon as white as snow with fire as blue as the sky with yellow eyes, what earned him the name Crystalwing was the shimmering of his white body under the sun, Aenora has been ridding him since her tenth name day when he was large enough to hold her safely on his back.

"Maegor is awaiting us" Visenya finally answered. Aenora turned to look at the older woman in confusion, why was her uncle waiting for her?

"What of Crystalwing?" Aenora questioned. Visenya stepped forward placing a hand on Aenora's cheek firmly. Her eyes sparked as watched the frown on Aenora's face simmer away.

"We will return for him" Visenya promised. Aenora gulped but nodded her head believing every single word uttered by her great aunt. She shuffled to the rope on Vaghar's side and struggled a little climbing up the beast.

Visenya smirked victorious climbing after Aenora taking her place behind the small girl. She ordered her dragon to fly just as guards swarmed the yard. Aenys, Aenora's father followed with her mother Alyssa screaming for Visenya to land again. The Queen listened not to them and headed to Dragonstone with a very concerned Aenora.

"Father did not know?" Aenora felt tears prick at her eyes. She loved her father dearly, her mother was overbearing always telling her that it was her duty to marry her brother Aegon when she gets he is of age, her having already had her moon's blood at ten and three. Aegon still had three more years to reach his adult age of ten and six but it seems their marriage will never happen. Aenora was glad so, she did not hold such affections for her brother but she was ready to do her duty.

"He did not agree no, but he knew this was going to happen some day" Visenya responded. She personally delivered the request to Aegon her brother/husband when Aenora and Rhaena were born but he had refused her and then when Aenys rose to the throne she had the same request, one of the twins to marry Maegor, but was denied again. Aegon refused the match because of the age difference of eleven years however Aenys refused it with fear of Maegor usurping his throne.

"Will he be angry with me?" Aenora wondered. Visenya had no answer and focused on her dragon landing on Dragonstone. The sun has begun rising in the horizon and the sky was turning a shade of orange and pink. Maegor was awaiting their arrival in the yard with a maester by his side.

"Mother, niece" He greeted. He had a smirk of sorts on his face, it caused shivers to run down Aenora's body.

"Come my dear, we have much to do and so little time" Visenya wrapped an arm around Aenora's shoulder once both were on solid ground again.

"What are we to do? What is going on?" Aenora pulled away from the Queen and took several steps away from the trio. Vaghar grumbled annoyed before taking flight leaving the yard looking empty. Visenya's eyes hardened as she looked at the angry girl.

"Has your mother not taught you manners? That is no way to speak to a Queen" Maegor was more amused than angry at Aenora. She looked adorable angry, thinking she could fight him and his mother, he was almost twice her height and size with Dark Sister strapped by his side while she was a small girl, short with no weapon except her tongue.

"My mother taught me what I needed but when I get taken against my will with no information I think not manners matter anymore, uncle" His title left her lips dripping venom. He wondered what his brother told his children of him, they were not close they never were and Maegor lived on Dragonstone as its rightful owner although Aenys did have sons, three for that matter.

"Sweet girl, no need to worry or tire your weak brains" Maegor was the only one brave enough to step closer to the enraged girl. Aenora did not hesitate to throw a punch at him when he was close enough, her eyes widened when he did not move or seem the least bit affected, his head stayed in place unlike when her brother would punch soldiers during training and his lips quirked up in a smile. He thought she looked like a mouse, eyes wide and lips parted in shock.

"I am not a sweet girl and my brains are not weak" She hissed not growing dishearten by her failed attempt at hurting her uncle.

"Then you should know why you are here" Maegor pointed out. One of his hands rested on the hilt of Dark Sister, a silent threat, while the other moved to push the hood of her cloak off her head showing her short platinum hair, it barely reached her shoulders almost like a man's would.

"You are already married" Aenora pointed out. Maegor laughed loudly at her words, she sounded desperate.

"Have you forgotten that we are Valyrians, your grandfather had two wives and I shall have two as well" Maegor leaned closer to her so their faces were almost on the same level.

"Uncle, please" Aenora pleaded. Maegor felt his heart grow softer at her wavering voice. He leaned closer to place a loving kiss on Aenora's forehead if there was any love in that kiss, Aenora did not feel it.

"Listen to the Queen" Maegor instructed. Aenora sighed in defeat, looking up into his eyes. She prayed in her head for her father to come flying in but he did not, there was no sound of another dragon or the sighting of it. Aenora was sure Maegor had men on the roof to inform him at the sight of a dragon, Maegor was no idiot.

"Go" He urged. He placed a hand on her lower back pushing her gently toward his mother. Despite how gentle he was Aenora stumbled a little, she wondered what would have become of her if he were to push her with all his strength. She cursed herself for feeling butterflies in her belly. Maegor was a better match than Aegon who was in love with Rhaena.

Aenora made no more complains and followed after Queen Visenya who dressed her in robes fit for a princess. She stayed silent the entire walk to where Maegor waited for her in matching robes with some witnesses among them Ceryse who looked beyond furious. Aenora felt sad for the woman but no guilt which concerned her, when did she begin feeling like this was right? Was it when her father told her of Maegor's adventures or was it when Maegor crushed rebellion after rebellion for her father?

It was Queen Visenya who officiated the marriage in the ways of old Valyria. Maegor insisted on a feast being held in the main hall of Dragonstone. Maegor never smiled in his life and he did not that day either but his eyes held a mischievous glint to them, Aenys may have the throne for he had his first born daughter.

On action of Maegor surprised Aenora beyond imagination, he asked if she were comfortable with a bedding ceremony, he worried for her comfort, that was so unlike Maegor that even Queen Visenya's eyes widened in horror. Aenora replied with "You may have forced me into this but now you are my lord husband, I must prove to you and the realm I am pure".

Maegor chuckled darkly whisking her away to their chambers. Men tried reaching for Aenora to undress her but were pushed back by Maegor, he wanted to do the honours himself. Woman did the same but he swiftly moved out of their grabby hands wanting his new and young wife to undress him.

Maegor ordered drapes around their bed to be as black as the night sky showing only shadows, his niece was a princess and should not be viewed in such a manner. He took his time much to the annoyance of the lords and his mother and his first wife awaiting the bedding ceremony as fast as possible. Visenya almost began scolding her son when he decided he wished to devour his wife's soaking cunt but held her tongue.

Aenora tried not to show her pain as his stretched her open but it was inevitable, a man his size could never have a tiny cock, it was enormous and she cried when it first entered her, she felt like she was being ripped in half from the inside. Maegor shushed her staying as still as he could, she was tight enough to cause him some pain as well. Aenora took hold of his shoulder and pulled him down from his kneeling position in between her legs, Maegor feared he would crush her with his weight and held himself up as much as he could with her short arms holding him as close to her a possible.

"I wish to hold you husband" Aenora whispered in his ear. He looked down at her tear stained face with a smirk. Then he began his moving feeling her open up around his length. He enjoyed every second of it, watching her face scrunch up in pain and morph to pure pleasure. He enjoyed hearing her sob desperate for more. He enjoyed seeing the lords squirm uncomfortable at the display they could never give their wives. He loved seeing Ceryse's jealousy through the small opening of the drapes, he was never this gentle with her, he never gave her any pleasure. Maegor treated his niece better, she was blood of the dragon and not some common whore like her.

"Uncle, please" She whimpered in his ear. For the first time Maegor showed his pleasure with a rumbling growl, rutting into her at a faster pace, stomach tightening as she came around his shaft.

"I shall fill you with my children and you will thank me for it" He groaned in her ear. Aenora rewarded him with a loud moan. His hips stilled as he seeded her, cock pulsing with pleasure.

"Thank you, Kepus" Uncle. Aenora whispered to him. Maegor looked down at her red and puffy face, satisfied with him. He pulled the drapes down once everyone had left their room awkward and uncomfortable.

"I am not done with you just yet, niece" A savage smirk grew on his face at her shocked face. Cock still deep inside of her moved again still as hard as before if not more.

"I will not stop until you swell with my heir, do you understand?" He grabbed her chin so she would not take her eyes off of him. She had a hard time keeping her eyes open when she was feeling so euphoric.

"Yess" Her words were slurred like a drunk, she was drunk on his cock already. Maegor could only chuckle darkly and rut harder into her tight hole.

He bred her until the first rays of sun rose in the distance. He stayed in her bed even after holding her exhausted body against his own. She glowed in the sunlight, burying her face in his chest to block the sun from disturbing her much needed sleep.

It was around midday when Maegor heard the roar of a dragon. He could not help but feel excited to see the look on his brother's face at the sight of his precious daughter covered in bruises to show his claim to her. Maegor pulled her with him to the court yard where her father was descending from the back of Quicksilver.

"Maegor" Aenora has never seen her father so angry in her entire life. She was not one to cower however and stood tall by her husband's side.

"How dare you take my daughter from her bed-" Aenys Targaryen paused seeing his daughter free beside her uncle, no chains and no threat. She looked different if that were possible in a fortnight. Aenys guessed what has happened but he refused to believe it.

"I may have taken her from her bed brother but now her bed is in my rooms, where she will stay for the remaining of her years" Maegor responded, pride filled him at the shattered look on Aeny's face. Visenya joined them then taking the space on Maegor's other side. Aenys was outnumbered, his wife too distraught to join him at the Red Keep in what little space has been already built while his mother was long gone.

"Maegor, she is but a little girl" Aenys pleaded. His eyes looked his daughter up and down, she wore a red and black dress much different in style than the ones she wore only hours ago. It was open showing her feminine traits with a cape blowing behind her. Her shoulder were covered but her arms were out in the open. Her hand trailed down to hold one of Maegor's.

"Father I wish to remain by my husband's side" Aenora's voice was steady holding a new womanly tone to it, or maybe it was just Aenys' imagination no longer viewing her as a little girl. Maegor held her hand tightly showing his claim to his brother, not shying and hiding their intertwined fingers like Aegon used to do whenever she tried initiating any affectionate touches. Maegor was a man grown not a boy still, he did not stutter in her presence nor did his cheek turn as red as wine.

"You know not of what you saw, tala" Daughter. Aenys never used such a hard tone on one of his children before in his life. He immediately regretted it at the sight of hurt in her eyes but she masked it as fast as it appeared.

"I will give you a choice, brother, either you annul and end whatever this is or you go to exile for five years" Aenys chose to be a king over being a brother and father.

"What is your answer, byka zaldrītsos?" Little dragon. Maegor asked turning to Aenora. She did not turn to him and kept her eyes locked on her father who stared back at her, begging her to chose returning with him to the Red Keep.

"Pentos will be our new home, valzȳrys" Husband. Aenora answered. Maegor chuckled turning to Aenys. The King's face hardened into a glare.

"Shame, tala" Daughter. Was the last thing Aenys said before climbing on Quicksilver's back and flying away. Aenora's heart broke seeing her father losing some of his love for her. She wandered then if she had made the right choice.

Maegor did not need be in her mind to know what she was thinking of so he pulled her to his room and fucked her doubt out of her. The next morrow he flew her to the Red Keep to retrieve Crystalwing. Rhaena was there awaiting her and begged her to change her mind but she replied with "I cannot take back what happened, dōna idaña, for all we know, our kepus' child is already growing in my belly" Sweet twin. Uncle.

Aenora climbed atop Crystalwing in her red riding gear, Maegor thought she almost looked like a red priestess making his cock stir in his trouser. Aenora looked at the Red Keep one last time knowing her parents were watching her from somewhere along with Aegon, she could feel their heated glares. She yelled loud and clear for Crystalwing to fly and join Balerion in the skies. The two flew away with a heavy heart but not looking back.

Aenora was right in assuming she was with child, mere weeks after moving to Pentos and being filled ever single day several times with her kepus' cum she was proven right, her moon's blood never showed and the maester announced her pregnant.

"I told you only a dragon can birth a dragon, not some Hightower barren whore" Maegor mumbled in Aenora's ear fucking into her weeping cunt. She moaned his name feeling her heart hammer with anticipation for their child.

"Will you hate our child if it were to be a girl?" Aenora asked him one day. She was standing in front of a window looking out, watching as pentoshi women collected weeds and water to feed the royals inside their palace. Queen Visenya had taken flight a couple days prior to the Red Keep. News reached them that she ordered a feats boasting that her son will have an heir soon. Maegor deemed the women of pentos were of no worth to his Aenora and only two women kept her company, the wife and daughter of their host alongside his own company.

"I could never" Maegor threw Dark Sister on their shared bed. He walked over to her, still much shorter than him and smaller despite her growing belly. He had to bent down a little to reach for her hips and slid his hands up to her belly where their child kicked furiously.

"This is as much my child as it is yours" He kissed the crown of her head. He was still cruel, just not to her, she was his Aenora, the mother of his heir.

Aenora was rended speechless when Dreamfyre landed near the palace she stayed in, bedridden, too big and heavy to move comfortably. Rhaena barged in with red eyes. Maegor has chosen to stand in front of the bed protectively. Rhaena did not spare him a second glance running to her twin's side.

"I had to come and see you, are you alright?" Aenora laughed at Rhaena's worry.

"I am with child, this is normal" Aenora shook off Rhaena's worries. Rhaena refused to leave even when their father sent a raven ordering her to. She wanted to remain here with her sister till she birthed the child.

Rhaena was shocked when Maegor refused to leave the halls when Aenora's labors began. He paced in front of the doors with only his mother for company. It was just as the moon settled when Aenora groaned in pain worrying him and a maester was summoned.

"You're killing her" A voice spoke. Maegor turned to the woman who dared speak, she was old in age and small in size.

"A maester cares not for the mother, she needs a midwife who will save her life as well" The woman dared step closer. Visenya wanted to block her way but Maegor pulled his mother away.

"Save her then" He gestured. The woman's face softened and walked into the room. Aenora was laying on her back, the first mistake and she was immediately moved to crouch on a birthing chair. The woman ordered for oils and for everyone to clean their hands at least ignoring the maester's screams. Aenora sighed in relief as some of the pressure released in this new position.

"Take him out" She ordered pointing at the maester. She now believed that only a woman will understand another woman's pains and needs.

"Your grace, what if I was needed to intervene?" The maester whined to Maegor after being pushed out by Aenora's new handmaidens having been sent to her by her mother.

"You mean to butcher my niece-wife" Maegor replied. What saved the maester from being one of the many victims of Dark Sister as it was held in Maegor's grasp was the loud piercing cry of a child filling the air. Visenya refused him entry however and walked in herself.

"A healthy child, your grace" The midwife informed. Unlike the maester the gender was not a priority in the birthing bed of Aenora. Aenora was being moved back to the bed by Rhaena and Alysia Torrent, one of the handmaidens sent by Alyssa Valeryon.

"Give me my child" Aenora demanded. The child was much bigger than the normal child, Maegor's size. Visenya remembered when Maegor was born, many deemed it a miracle she was not ripped in half birthing him and but seeing her grandchild she also deemed it a miracle that Aenora was alive after birthing him or her.

"Oh my boy" Aenora cried pushing the blanket away just enough to check his private parts. The child's wails quietened down in his mother's arms.

"Where is Maegor?" Aenora questioned looking up. Her arms were tight around the child although she was very weak and tired. Her face glowed with sweat shining against the sunlight now streaming through the window.

"Outside, dear girl" Visenya responded.

"Tis unfair how much he looks like, as if I was not the one suffering" Aenora grumbled. Maegor could not help laughing, eyes twinkling with happiness now that he had the child he desired so much.

"The next one shall be a copy of you then" Maegor humoured her. The baby looked like a normal newborn in his father's huge arms but looked at least a couple of moons old in his mother's, it could be because she was still small from her young age or it could be because he was huge or maybe both.

"What shall we name him?" Aenora shifted into a more comfortable position. Her hands rested on her belly still big but much smaller than earlier.

"Gaemon?" Maegor suggested bouncing the fuzzy child.

"He does not look like a Gaemon" Aenora shook her head in refusal.

"Daeron?" Maegor moved to sit by her side. Aenora peered down at her son pushing the blanket away from his face watching as his violet eyes looked around curiously while at the same time cooing, trying out his voice outside of the womb.

"Baelon" Aenora responded with a name of her own. Maegor's gaze looked over her face. She looked on the verge of falling unconscious but still smiled brightly at her child.

"Baelon it is then" Maegor nodded in agreement. He placed the baby in the cot close to the bed on Aenora's side, it was so close that if Aenora wished she could reach for her child without having to sit up much.

"My little Baelon" Aenora slurred resting her head on Maegor's shoulder letting sleep crawl up on her. Maegor moved to stand up but she was quick to hold him in place.

"Stay and guard our son and heir" She demanded. Maegor laughed kissing her forehead. He moved to lay beside her, the two squashed uncomfortably on Aenora's side of the bed wanting to stay close as possible to their only child but neither minded as sleeping consumed them both. Maegor may be cruel to the world but he was Aenora's guard and protector.

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33 - Dragon vs Dragon

Part 34

The Lion Knight and Dragon Princess

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The first time I saw snow I was the right age of fourteen years old.  

Dismounting my horse the wind was catching my hair that matched the color of my hair.  My brother had made the journey with me and Ser Barriston.  “I’m proud of myself that I came prepared for these chilly winds and snow.” I smiled wearing a white fur cloak over an all black outfit. 

“It is a pleasure to have you visit the wall my ancestors created.” Lifting my head upward I saw a northern man with gray eyes and dark brown hair.  The figure made his way down the snowy steps bowing to my brother. “My prince.” 

Rhaegar smiled dressed in all black clothing making his hair the only white thing aside from the snow. “Thank you for your time, Lord Stark.” 

“My princess.” Brandon Stark brought my gloved hand up to his lips kissing it before he gestured to the wooden elevator pulling structure. “Would you both care to see the wall?” 

“Very much, Lord Brandon.” Sending him a kind smile following him onto the elevator.  Scanning my eyes out the gap of the elevator holes seeing the winter landscape was far as the eye could see.  “Have you ever traveled South,  Lord Brandon?” 

“No I haven’t , my princess.  My place is in the North after all Winter is Coming.” 

My brother raised a brow, chuckling lightly. “Coming you say.  What is this then that falls from the sky and is shivering my bones?” 

“This is only a light summer snow, my prince.  In winter it will cover all you see.” 

Brandon lifted the sliding door up allowing us to step out the leg first.  My boots crunched against the packed down snow until I stopped walking standing on the edge of the ice wall.  “This is truly incredible, Brandon.” 

“My ancestors brought King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne to see the Wall.  His grace stood at this very outlook and watched as their dragons,  the greatest power in the world,  refused to cross it.”  

Rhaegar glanced at the North lord believing in most things that couldn’t be seen. “Do you think the stories they say are true about wildlings and White Walkers?” 

“Do you think my ancestors built a 700 foot wall of ice to keep out snow and savages?” The eldest Stark son asked him a question back. 

Rhaegar raised a brow. “What does it keep out?” 

“White Walkers.” I replied to his question with a childish smirk on my lips. 

Brandon nodded in agreement with my answer. “The army of the Dead.” 

“Do you one day think we will have to face the creatures beyond the Wall?” I asked him feeling soft droplets of snow falling down onto my hair with a small crown formed with my hair.  The North was a foreign land to me yet in a way I didn’t shy away from the challenges it may throw at me. 

Brandon turned his body to face me. “Tis hard to know what we will face in the coming years, princess.  Northerners only know two things: to fight hard and be loyal to their own.” 

“I’ll keep that in mind, my lord.  Especially if I ever am given the chance to become Queen.” I smile fondly at the North lord.  Unknown to me that was the day my brother knew I might make a good ruling queen, learning how the other side of the world works. 

Traping through the dark hallways of the dragon castle I halted in my steps outside my sister's chamber door.  Knocking on her door I held the dagger loosely in my left hand behind my back.  The big door creaked opened revealing my sister's face in the light of the burning torches in the darkness.  “Sister, what are you doing here so late in the night?” 

“We need to talk through some things.  May I come in?” I questioned her doing my best to show no emotion when I spoke to her.  I wanted to but was unsure of the direction she truly wished to take us in at the moment. 

She stepped aside allowing me in before closing the door once I was inside her chambers. “What do we need to discuss this late of an hour?”

“What exactly is your plan?  Are we going to help Jon Snow or ride South and attempt to dethrone Cersei Lannister?” 

She knits her brows at me. “The Iron Throne is my destiny.  Although I suppose I should say it’s our destiny now that I know you’re alive and well.” 

“I don’t want it though.” 

She questioned me. “Why not?” 

“I don’t have to tell you anything until you answer my question.  Especially considering the Lannister fleet, the old Valyria houses and a whole army of dragons are under my command not yours.” 

My sister glared at me. “How dare you speak to me that way.” 

“A dragon vs a dragon.  You’ve faced someone who’s your equal.  That’s why you refuse to answer my previous questions.” I challenge her with a teasing look. 

Daenerys crossed her arms over her chest. “I will send my army and fly with my dragons to Kings Landing and remove Cersei Lannister from my throne.  Once she is gone the wheel will be broken once and for all.” 

“Until the day comes and the people start to see you as they saw our father.  A queen mad with power and three deadly dragons ready to burn the city to the ground.” 

She brought a hand up to her forehead. “You clearly don’t know me at all.” 

“You don’t know me,  sister.   You don’t know the smallfolk like I do.  You don’t know the Northerners like me.  It appears you don’t know a great many things I’m afraid to say.” 

My little sister spun on her heels heading towards the door about to throw it open and push me out. “I think it's time you leave my chambers, sister.” 

“Oh I’m not going anywhere until you tell me your course of action.” Leaning my back against her small table set up in the corner.  Wrapping my fingers tightly around the dagger handle for strength.  

Daenerys whipped her head around. “I already told you my course of action.  The Iron Throne is mine and I will take it.  With fire and blood I will take it!” 

“Then you’ll shortly lose it to someone else who seeks to take it from you.” 

She dropped her hands to her sides, still confused at what I was telling her. “What in the seven hells are you trying to tell me, Vaella!” 

“There’s a prophecy you weren’t taught.  A prophecy that only the Targaryen heirs were told.  If you wish to be the ruler to the Iron Throne then you must understand it.”  Striding across the room meeting her in the middle I drew the blade out from behind my back and in her line of sight. “The Song of Ice and Fire Aegon the Conqueror called it.  A great winter that hurts everyone including our enemies.  I believe he was talking about the Night King and his army.” 

Dany rolled her eyes. “The current enemy is Cersei Lannister who has declared war, not some myths of walking dead men.  What are we going to do about her?” 

“If you could take the throne without bloodshed would you-“ 

“Are you not angry that she sits on our throne?  That she’s taken our destiny from us.” She cut me off sharply. 

Scoffing at her I could feel a fire burning deep down inside of me. “We should declare war against her because we’re angry.” 

“No.  But we can’t do nothing when she has stolen our throne.” 

Pushing myself past her I almost got by until I saw her wrap her hand around my wrist spinning me around to face her. “Dany, let me go.” 

“Why do you wish to support Jon Snow so badly?” 

Meeting her purple gaze I sucked in a breath. “If we don’t have the support of all the houses then what’s the point in trying.  It’s just a throne of swords and a fancy title.  Whoever sits the throne should have earned the name and not simply been born with the popular family name.” 

“You know I can’t ever tell whose side you're truly on mine or someone else’s and it ends this instant!” She bared her teeth managing to snatch the dagger from my hand pointing it directly at my right eye. 

I grunted holding her wrist that held the dagger back just enough where she didn’t stab me through it.  “I’m not on any side.  I’m concerned for the entire realm.  We have to come together to fight the Night King.” My other hand was pushed against her chest with her freehand gripping onto the fabric of my cloak holding me close to her body. 

“I've only ever had faith in myself not anyone else and certainly not some bastard from the North.  That will never change except for my faith in you!” She bared her teeth at me without dropping the blade. 

Glaring at my little sister with no fear I spat in her face. “I'm right here, sister.  I gave you your name, alas it doesn't matter anymore if you wish to kill me.  So go on, do it.  Kill me!” 

“I've sent traitors away for less.” She muttered back to me. 

Raising my chin I kept waiting for her to stab me in the gut or something along those lines. “You can't do it can you.  You've only ever had someone else or your dragons kill someone.  Now that you have the chance you can't strike me because I'm your sister.” 

“You've told me I've done things wrong.  What would you suggest I do with a seemingly traitorous woman like you?” 

Growling in her face the fact that she held a blade near my eye was forgotten. “I'm your older sister for one.  So you should show me some respect and realize I know more than you do about the people of Westeros.  I know how they think because I've lived as a smallfolk, I've spoken with northern lords at the Wall, I've seen what Wildfire or dragons can do to a person, I've been raised as a princess and know the political side too.  My point is that you need me.” 

“What would you me do if I don't wish to kill you but greatly seem to need your help?” Dany asked me, lowering her hand holding the knife and stepping away from me. 

Holding out an open hand to her I declared in Velaryon. “Ivestragī īlva letagon īlva ānogar. Daor rȳ dīnilūks yn rȳ nykeā vow īlon mazverdagon naejot jemēla se se gods. ( Let us bind our blood. Not through marriage but through a vow we make to ourselves and the gods.” 

“Ao se nyke issi vēttan hen perzys. Syt bona mērī īlon shall udrāzma hēnkirī. ( You and I are made of fire.  For that alone we shall rule together.” My little sister placed Aegon the Conquerors dagger back into my hand,  dragging it across her palm with blood dripping onto the floor. 

Sliding the blade across my palm I met her gaze, holding my bleeding hand up to her. Aegon's dagger being held tightly in my other hand. “īlon letagon jemēla rȳ ānogar. ( We bind ourselves through blood.” 

“īlon letagon jemēla rȳ ānogar. ( We bind ourselves through blood.” She clasped her bleeding hand with my own, instantly staring into my purple eyes that matched hers. 

Cersei wouldn't have one dragon to face, now she must face two. 

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“What of me?” Maegor asked, before he could stop himself. “Father?” - pdlfs: chapter 2

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STATUS: Complete.

PAIRING: Aegon II Targaryen x Fem!OC (Velaryon/Strong).

SUMMARY: After many years of secrecy, Aegon and Visaella's relationship was discovered just a few days prior the beginning of the Dance of the Dragons, unleashing the chaos and uncontrollable feelings that will do more harm than good. 

Part 1 — Old Valyrian Traditions

Tags/TW: angst, blood, smut (blood kink if u squint, p in v), aegon suffers a lot, cursing, incest (niece/uncle), cheating (aegon is married to helaena), toxic behaviour, daemon being a manipulator.

Part 2 — The Usurper

Tags/TW: angst, violence, blood mentions, sexual references, cursing, incest (niece/uncle), cheating (aegon is married to helaena), toxic behaviour, daemon and alicent being manipulators.

Part 3 — Shattered

Tags/TW: angst (like seriously a lot), murder (with fire), blood mentions, death of multiple characters, violence, birth, daemon being manipulative, incest (niece/uncle), toxic behaviour, grief.

Part 4 — Queen of the Ashes.

Tags/TW: death of multiple characters, blood mention, murder, angst, sexual content (nothing too explicit), death threats, grief, mentions of forced marriage, typical sexism of the time, visaella lost her mind, insanity (?), violence, cursing, aegon is emotially attached to the oc.

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King Aegon (the conqueror) embraced you possessively.  You knew that even if you were not at all pleased with his attitude, you should not be silent.  You responded by kissing your husband.  You smiled as Aegon's hand rubbed your swollen stomach.  You and Aegon were on your way to the garden when you heard the laughter of your other children.  Aenys was on the sidelines reading, and Maegor and Gaemon were practicing swordsmanship.  Your daughters Aelora, Shaena, Daella were watching their brother's sword practice.  Your daughters were running towards you when they saw you.  You kissed their foreheads and stroked their hair.  Towards evening, your labor pains began.  Queen Visenya was standing next to you helping you conceive your new baby.  You breathed a sigh of relief when you finally heard your baby's voice.  When your husband entered the room, his older sister had placed the newborn baby in her arms. Queen Visenya was with you to assist with the birth of your new baby. You breathed a sigh of relief when you finally heard your baby's voice. When your husband entered the room, his older sister was holding the newborn baby in her arms. Queen Visenya said the baby was a healthy girl. A minute later, your other children have arrived to meet their new siblings. Your husband named your newborn daughter Gael. It was exhausting dealing with two possessive dragons surrounding you, but it was well worth it for your kids.

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Gray aesthetic for my OC, Visery Targaryen

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(left to right) Queen Visenya Targaryen, Queen Daenaera Targaryen, Queen Rhaenys Targaryen

The Sister-Wives of Aegon the Conqueror, the Three Heads of the Dragon

Queen Daenaera Targaryen was the half-sister and wife of King Aegon I Targaryen, the first Lord of the Seven Kingdoms. Her elder half-sisters, Visenya and Rhaenys, were married to Aegon as well. In fact this led to whispers that he married Visenya as it was his duty, Rhaenys out of desire, yet it was Daenaera whom he loved most. She was a dragonrider who rode the dragon Gaelithox.

Daenaera was born on the island of Dragonstone to Aerion Targaryen, Lord of Dragonstone, and his wife, Lady Naerys Targaryen. Her parents were said to be lovers in their youth, separated by the actions of Aerion’s grandsire and Naerys’s uncle—Lord Aerys Targaryen—who wed her off to Lord Velaryon so her claim would be forgotten. She only birthed Lord Daemon Velaryon and mostly ruled Driftmark as her husband was far too aged to be concerned with the governance of his land. To seal the deal, he had his grandson marry Lady Valaena Velaryon, a cousin with Targaryen blood, so he would not seek out Lady Naerys. It is with Lady Valaena whom Aerion had the Conquerors with, and after her passing, Aerion was free to wed Naerys and in 17 BC Daenaera was born.  By the time she was born, her father had four children—Visenya, Aegon, Rhaenys, and Orys Baratheon. Daenaera possessed all the ever so sought-after Valyrian traits—her long, white-gold hair, which her mother styled to be bound up in rings day in and day out, and purple eyes reminiscent of amethysts. By the age of fourteen, Rhaena had grown into a beautiful young girl, though standing next to Rhaenys and Visenya, it was often stated that pretty would perhaps be a better word for the youngest Targaryen. She was a shy, dreamy child, more comfortable at her lord father’s side than other children, even her elder siblings. There was no denying she was Lord Aerion’s favorite, especially with her dragon dreams, a coveted ability for those of Valyrian descent, especially since such dreams saved House Targaryen from the Doom. This was perhaps the one thing of note for Lady Daenaera in her youth as she was oft overshadowed by her half-siblings—there was Daemon who was Lord of Driftmark and went on countless voyages, Visenya who trained alongside the boys and became as skilled at arms as any man, Aegon the enigmatic heir whose mere existence made Dany feel lesser than, playful Rhaenys who was loved by any she met, even Orys Baratheon who has been making a name for himself on the island.  According to the legends, both Daenaera and Aegon shared these so-called dragon dreams. While they were not recorded to have been particularly close in their youth, it is said in the tales of Aegon’s Conquest that it was Daenaera’s recurring dreams that planted the seeds in his head for such a feat. It was only after this that Aegon ordered the construction of the Painted Table, which displays an accurate geographical map of Westeros. It would be the pride of Argilac Durrandon, however, that many say pushed Aegon to act.  Aegon called his banners and took counsel with them and his sisters, Daenaera excluded as she was not one of the Ladies of Dragonstone to her mother’s chagrin, and only then did he send out ravens to all the rulers in the Seven Kingdoms. Perhaps seen as haughty at the time, though he gave a warning that he would be the one, true king of a united Westeros and that those who bent the knee would keep their lands and titles, while those who did not would be met with Fire and Blood. As bold as it may have been, Aegon and the other two conquerors, Visenya and Rhaenys, made true of their promise. All Seven Kingdoms were brought to heel except for Dorne.  While all five of her siblings played active roles in the Conquest, Daenaera remained on Dragonstone. She ruled the island and ensured their ancestral seat would be guarded. Until she didn’t.  Aegon dreamed of ice and fire, one of the few things he confided in her about. Though she could never quite say the same. Her dreams were never quite as clear as his, always more fragmented than she’d like, leaving her to piece the puzzle together. It was one night on Dragonstone when she had a dream so clear, it was like something calling for her. Urging her to go and seek out this dream for once in her life rather than leave it to her kin to fulfill. And so, she saddles up Gaelithox, and unlike her ancestors who looked West, she was being pulled to the North—the land of ice and little glory. 

Read more on Daenaera Targaryen in House of Memories.

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Fanfiction

Bonjour tout le monde,

Je vous informe que j'ai publié sur A03 mais aussi sur fanfiction.net plusieurs histoires.

Une Histoire sur le roi Édouard Ier :

Une compilation de plusieurs petites histoires sur la Grande Histoire avec comme héros : Baudouin IV de Jérusalem, Édouard Ier, Bohémond d'Antioche et d'autres souverains et souveraines.

Une fanfiction sur Aegon le Conquérant dans l'univers de G.R.R Martin.

Une fanfiction que la troisième fille de Jaehaerys Ier le Conciliateur et d'Alysanne Targaryen.

Une histoire dans l'univers de Twilight, du point de vue des Volturi.

Deux fanfictions sur Aemond Targaryen, faisant partie de la série "La princesse verte".

Une fanfiction mettant en scène Alyssa Targaryen, la fille d'Alicent Hightower et Viserys Ier Targaryen. C'est une histoire team green.

Une compilation de petites histoires sur les Volturi.

Une compilation de petites histoires sur Star Wars The Old republic. (Parce qu'ici on aime le Legend et non le canon)