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valaenatargaryensdragon · 9 months ago
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Bennedict Stark aesthetic
Bennedict Stark, eldest son of Lord Eddard Stark and Lady Catelyn Stark. Elder brother to Robert Stark, Jon Snow, Sansa Stark, Arya Stark, Brandon Stark, and Rickon Stark.
Bennedict Stark joined Queen Daenerys Targaryen’s side in Qarth and remained loyal by her side. They later on married and proceeded to have three children despite what the witch had said, Rhaella Targaryen, Baelor Targaryen, and Daena Targaryen.
Bennedict gifted his eldest daughter a dragon egg upon her birth, he had to risk his life to find and get the egg. The egg went on to hatch a female dragon which was later on called Helael. Bennedict was unsuccessful in finding anymore eggs for the other two children but Helael went on to have a clutch of eggs rumored to be Drogon’s.
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rainwingmarvel7 · 1 year ago
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Alistair and Daenerys in Meereen💕
oh my god I am so obsessed with this - seriously thank you so much @murmel-malt this is so perfect!!!
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fandomficsnstuff · 7 months ago
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The Dragon's Daughter - 15
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(Warnings: Rhaella not taking any shit, angst, mentions of arranged marriages (I pick this as a warning because I believe everyone has the right to choose who they want to marry, and be allowed to do so (though of course not if they are under 18)), some more angst before a little bit of fluff, some more fluff and hint at a possible romance later on:3)
Dothraki will be in bold
High Valyrian will be in cursive
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Ezzo could see the annoyance on her face as she sat on the chair, him by her side and he could see how her hands clenched and unclenched every now and then, something he has come to see as an obvious sign that she would rather be anywhere else than here, specifically on the back of a terrifying, fire-spewing creature of fire-made flesh and certain doom. She had truly grown into her looks, she always had a defiant look about her, her dragon eyes sharp and focused. Her brows were thicker than that of her mother’s, and a little more bushier, a hint of her father’s looks shining through. Her features had turned more sharp instead of soft, her cheekbones high and prominent. She had long, straight hair that was as thick as her father’s hair had been, her shoulders a little broader than her mother’s yet she was almost the same height as her, only a little shorter than the Dragon Queen. Over the years of training she had grown strong and Ezzo would bet his braid that she could arm wrestle most of these fat lords and hold her own.
He leaned down, whispering something to her that made her smirk and she pressed her lips together in a thin line to try and not laugh loudly, Ezzo leaning back with a pleased smirk on his lips as the next suitor approached. An old man. Or at least, he thought he looked old. Too old for the princess without a doubt. “Your Highness, Lord Adrian Celtigar of Claw Isle” a guard called out, Rhaella’s smile at Ezzo’s whispered words vanished and once again she was the stoic regal woman her mother had raised her to be, with pride, and he had been a part of it, he had been by her side when she saw born, when he was barely three and ten, having already earned his braid by then. If his hair had been long enough for a braid back then, of course. But now it certainly was, twelve years after Daenerys took the throne as the rightful queen she was, the rightful Khaleesi.
“Hello, Your Highness” Lord Adrian bowed low, as low as he could with his fat belly, his face red and his hair starting to fall out, causing him to go bald only at the top of his head, only further highlighting his age. “I must say, you are far more beautiful than I have ever heard, your eyes-”
“Are those of a dragon” Ezzo spoke up in broken Westerosi, Rhaella turning to him with shock, though it wasn’t an unpleasant shock in her eyes. “When did you learn to speak Westerosi?” she asked quietly, Ezzo just smirking, giving her a wink, making her scoff lightly with amusement, looking back at the lord “forgive him, My Lord, he is still learning the common tongue” Rhaella stated politely, biting the inside of her cheek whenever she spoke a lie of some kind, making Ezzo smirk again. “I see, Your Highness, I will admit that I don’t quite understand keeping a savage at your side, many of these-... horse-lords have returned to where they belong, one would think we’d have driven them all out by now” he joked, looking around, a few people snickering and Rhaella’s polite smile faded, her abruptly standing up making the entire hall quiet. She picked up the skirt of her dress to walk down the steps of the podium, hands folded in front of her as she stood in front of the long, long line of suitors “every man who thought that amusing. Leave. I have no time for those who are unappreciative of unusual or different things, or different cultures. Ezzo is my sworn sword and shield. He, and his people, will be treated with the respect they deserve, if you cannot accept the unusual, you have no right to ask for my hand in marriage. I am Targaryen, I am the dragon’s daughter, I am anything but the normal” she stated loudly, turning to a guard, giving a brief nod and every man who had snickered, including Lord Adrian, was escorted out, much to everyone’s shock. She studied the now completely silent room, taking a subtle but deep breath, letting it out just as subtly before beginning to walk towards the exit, everyone immediately parting for her, creating a path, some taking a step away when Ezzo walked by her side, glaring at them all. “You didn’t tell me you could speak Westerosi” she said as she walked outside with him, Ezzo smirking “maybe I wanted to surprise you” he whispered teasingly, noticing the light blush on her cheeks as she scoffed, shaking her head with amusement “you succeeded” she whispered back, smirking at him over her shoulder before continuing towards the carriage, a small groan leaving her. “I am allowed to ride a dragon, but not my own horse… seems quite illogical” she muttered, making Ezzo chuckle “what is stopping you?”
“I have no horse to ride?” she retorted with raised eyebrows, making Ezzo smirk again, his smirk making her frown and lean back a little, narrowing her eyes at him but before she could say anything, he stepped aside, gesturing to his own horse and she narrowed her eyes even more at him, sighing softly “you are cruel to tempt me, you know I can’t” she hissed, hinting at the sight of her sitting behind or in front of a man on a horse who was her sworn shield and not her husband or betrothed, Ezzo just shrugging “I will walk” his words made her entire demeanor change, her gaze softening “you would do that, for me?”
“I would die for you” he whispered softly, watching once again as that blush made it’s way to her cheeks as she approached the horse and his entire expression softened when she gently walked up to the horse, petting it’s neck, whispering praises in High Valyrian with a smile, his heart racing at the sight. She had truly grown up, she was a woman grown now, nine and ten. He understood, though loathed, all the men desiring her. Her silver hair was so long it almost reached her hips when loose, the few times he had been fortunate enough to see it loose. Intricate braids had pulled it up to just under her shoulders. He had been aware of the desperate ache to braid those braids himself for quite a while, yet he did nothing about it, willingly. She deserved better.
“Well? Are you coming or not?” she asked with a smirk, Ezzo noticing that she had already saddled up, both legs on one side of the horse thanks to the wrong attire, her dress would ride up and probably expose far more than he wanted anyone else to see. He smirked and tilted his head up at her “I am walking, remember?” he asked and she seemed almost disappointed, nodding before gesturing to the carriage, making her smirk when he lightly glared at her
“Oh please, you would die for me, but not ride in a carriage?” she asked teasingly, Ezzo hesitating before whistling, nodding a Queensgarde over, nodding him off the horse which just made Rhaella chuckle. The Queensgarde was unmoving until Ezzo got impatient, cursing in Dothraki which is when Rhaella stepped in, ordering him off the horse and Ezzo quickly saddled up, before the poor guard was barely off. “Ride in the carriage, all that armor must be heavy” Rhaella said softly, the guard hesitantly doing as ordered, Ezzo smirking at her. “Home?” Ezzo asked in a broken accent, Rhaella smiling, giving him a big grin, with teeth and everything, looking utterly adorable in his opinion “home” she agreed before taking flight.
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Rhaella was quiet as she stood under the shelter, eyes locked on the sea, hands clasped in front of herself, a frown on her silver brows, her golden eyes scanning the sea, the way the sun glistened on the surface of the water, almost blinding her. Ezzo approached quietly, sneaking up on her, trying to suppress his grin as he finally reached her, his hands briefly making contact with her hips, Ezzo leaning back as she threw her elbow up out of instinct, which he knew she would. She pushed him once she saw it was him, trying to deny the smile on her lips “you scared me!” she snapped yet with a grin, Ezzo just smirking at her as she turned back to watch the sea. Ezzo studied her before leaning down briefly “what are you thinking?” he asked in a quiet voice from behind her, unaware of the shiver that ran down her back, Ezzo walking around her to lean and sit on the half-wall that faced the sea, effectively sitting a little in front of her. She sighed softly, looking down at her hands as she played with her fingers to occupy herself as her mind raced. “That I won’t have a choice… that I will never truly have a choice” she admitted quietly, turning around and sitting down on the half-wall next to him, Ezzo studying her with concern “the suitors?” he asked, watching her nod with that same frown. “Yes… I feel as though I am being sold, like I have no meaning but to-... be forced to submit to a man” she admitted with anger, her golden eyes fixated on the ground in front of her, Ezzo hesitating before putting a strand of hair behind her ear that had been tugged loose, his finger lingering on her cheek, her eyes lifting to lock with his, even after he dropped his hand. “What worries you the most?”
“The age. They’re all-... fat lords! Fat, old lords or children! They’re all either old enough to be my grandfather or young enough to be my son!”
“Son?”
“Maybe not that, but definitely too young! One of the houses asked for my hand in marriage to their son, Wyllis… He is three!” she revealed with anger, Ezzo chuckling with amusement, shaking his head as he looked ahead, shrugging “so, what is too much, what is too little?” he asked and Rhaella looked ahead, deep in thought, giving him an opportunity to admire her closely without her noticing. If she looked at him, he’d simply play it off as him waiting for an answer.
“Well, under five-and-ten is much too young! Actually, make that anyone under six-and-ten… and too old?... I-I… not over-... twenty?” she asked cautiously, looking at Ezzo who nodded with a smirk “then you have narrowed the possibilities considerably” he stated and Rhaella rolled her eyes with amusement, nudging him with her elbow, making him look at her, a genuine smile on her lips “thank you” she said softly, knowing he knew what it meant, a smile of his own on his lips as he nodded in return.
“I don’t want to marry” Rhaella whispered in a worried voice, Ezzo frowning, his hand coming up to gently cup her cheek, his thumb gently brushing across her cheekbone, her golden eyes, their slit pupils, they always took his breath away. “Then you won’t” he said, making her smile a little “I will not accept, hm?” he asked and Rhaella nodded, leaning into his touch, leaning her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes, enjoying the calm of it all, the gulls calling out, flying above them, the soft smell of the roses and flowers around them. “Do you miss Essos?” she asked suddenly, her eyes opening, staring ahead, at nothing in particular, Ezzo doing the same, tilting his head to lay it against hers, sighing softly “I miss the sun on my skin. I miss the dust. The sand… I miss the open plains, the Great Grass Sea…” he admitted, Rhaella smiling softly “it sounds lovely… I wish I could remember it…” she admitted, Ezzo smirking a little at the thought of her riding with him through the Great Grass Sea.
It wasn’t long until he felt her shiver a little, lifting his head to look down at her before nudging her to stand up, nodding towards the castle and she nodded, walking back with him.
Daenerys watched from her balcony, a frown on her brows, her hand moving to her swollen belly as she watched them, Jon appearing at her side, gently wrapping an arm around her waist. “Perhaps there is another match?” he asked, Daenerys turning to look at him, thinking it through. “The Dothraki are-... different-”
“So is Ezzo” Jon pointed out, Daenerys smiling softly in agreement “he is… but still… a Westerosi match would help her claim to the throne, the other lords and ladies-”
“The other lords and ladies, they don’t matter-”
“Jon-”
“They don’t. Rhaella is your daughter, your child. The Iron Throne is hers, by right of birth and blood, she is the next Queen. She is like you, so would you prefer to marry for love, or politics?” Jon asked and she hesitated before sighing “she is too much like me sometimes…” Daenerys noted, Jon chuckling briefly with a small smirk “as opposed to her father?”
“You raised her-”
“Aye, I did, with you, and I’d do anything to do it all over again, to do the same things, because I love her like she’s my own. But there will always be her father in her, and I’m glad for that. It gives her a strength I’ve only seen in your dragons” Jon admitted, Daenerys sighing softly, gently kissing him before shaking her head “it still stands…” she whispered, worry evident in her eyes “she will marry a Westerosi noble… or they won’t support her when she takes the throne, and she needs the support of the Westerosi to actually rule Westeros” Daenerys explained, Jon sighing, looking down as he nodded, disagreeing but accepting her final verdict. When they had gotten married, many thought he’d take the throne. No one truly knew of his inheritance, his true blood, even though he abandoned it, yet people still thought a ‘bastard’ was better suited than a trueborn woman, but over her reign there was peace. True peace. Sansa Stark was Wardeness of the North, Gendry was Lord Baratheon of Storm’s End and Warden of the South. Robin Arryn ruled the Vale as Warden of the East. Tyrion was still a Lannister, he was her hand, yet also a Lannister, thus Casterly Rock was his as he served as Warden of the West, his nephew, Cersei’s last child while she rotted in the dungeons of the Red Keep, under his careful watch and care. Tobin Martell ruled Dorne, house Tully ruled the Riverlands and so on and so on. The land of Highgarden had been given to the great-great-grand cousin of Mace Tyrell, Lord Arren Tyrell, their sigil the same but now with a few thorns around their golden rose on the green field.
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By now, Rhaella wasn’t even paying attention to all the men standing in that line, waiting to boast about themselves to her. She was looking at them, acknowledging them, only to dismiss them, fake politeness and thank them for their words before calling on the next person. This continued for two hours. Until one man stepped forward. “Lord Tyres Westford” the guard announced, Rhaella still barely showing any interest beyond what was absolutely necessary. “Your Highness,” he bowed his head before looking at Ezzo, frowning ever so slightly and Rhaella caught on that he didn’t know the Dothraki’s name, “Ezzo” she spoke, trying to hide the boredom in her tone, Tyres smiling and bowing his head at Ezzo with genuine respect, at least it looked genuine, but it certainly caught Rhaella’s attention “Lord Ezzo,” he raised back up, hands folded awkwardly in front of him “I suppose this is where I tell you of how many tournaments I’ve won?” he asked jokingly, a few people in the hall chuckling, yet a bored expression was still on Rhaella’s face “but you don’t care” Tyres noted with narrowed eyes before nodding to himself “why should you? It’s not like we’d duel” he stated, mostly to himself but it made quite a few people snicker with amusement, a frown forming on Rhaella’s brows “and what makes you think that? Perhaps a duel is how I’d prefer to choose my husband. Are you saying women can’t duel?”
“No, they most certainly can, as the commander of the Queensgarde has proven multiple times, they even say she fought the Hound, and won! I only meant that, to my knowledge, we are not to duel” he admitted, Rhaella narrowing her eyes at him before tilting her head, leaning a bit closer “and what if that were what I’d ask of you? A duel?” the people in the hall began to murmur and whisper in shock at her words. There were now women in the Queensgarde and with the Maesters at the Citadel, but a princess who could fight? Dueling, no less? With a man?
“Your wish is my command, Your Highness. If you wish a duel, you shall have it, so long as you don’t expect that I will go easy on you” he joked lightly, Rhaella smirking as she leaned back in her chair “good, then I won’t either. Noon, tomorrow, here, in this hall. The one who first draws blood, wins” she declared with a smirk, getting up as people whispered and mumbled, parting from her as she walked away, Tyres watching with a smirk, the way her scales glistened in the light, peeking out over her shoulders, making themselves known. Her dress had a small opening in the back and he could see the scales every time her hair swayed to one side or the other, revealing those blinding silver scales of a dragon.
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xxpeppermintxx109 · 1 year ago
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dany and brynden have my whole heart
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lov4gor3 · 1 month ago
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A Dragon is Born
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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.
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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....
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"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.
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to be continued......
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countrymusiclover · 6 months ago
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The Lion Knight and Dragon Princess
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Robert Baratheon believes he has wiped out the last Targaryen children, but what if that isn't the case. What if Jaime Lannister who everyone refers to as "Kingslayer" had a hand in it. Would the middle daughter of the Mad King and Rhaella Targaryen wish to claim the Iron Throne. Read the story of Vaella Targaryen.
1 - The Lannister Kingsguard
2 - One Day It'll Be Just You and Me
3 - The Reputation Of A Princess
4 - We Have A Thing For Knights Don’t We?
5 - Tavern to Red Keep
6 - Here's to Aerys Targaryen
7 - Smells like Fire
8 - We're Family Now and Always
9 - Secretly Vaella Lannister
10 - Still A Golden Lion
11 - He’s Finally Mine
12 - Guilty of being a Dwarf
13 - Facing Cersei Lannister
14 - Targaryen’s and Lannister’s
15 - This is Home
16 - The Loyalty of Dragons
17 - Myrcella Lannister
18 - The Rock Shall Never Fall
19 - Targaryen Sisters Finally Clash
20 - Back to being a Prisoner
21 - The Lannister Trials
22 - More than One Plan
23 - The Legacy of Rhaegar
24 - When Dragons Flew to War
25 - The Dragon Island
26 - Playing the Game Now
27 - War Between Kin
28 - Loyalists of Queen Vaella
29 - Two Dragon Queens
30 - The King in the North
31 - Who Really Deserves The Throne
32 - Message of a Dragon
33 - Dragon vs Dragon
34 - From the South to the North
35 - Acting Like Our Father
36 - Heirs of the Rock or Throne
37 - The Night King part 1
38 - The Night King part 2
39 - Winterfell Celebration
40 - Rhaegar and Lyanna’s Child
41 - No Longer A Bastard
42 - All the Dragons Roar
43 - The People of King's Landing
44 - Securing the City
45 - The Rightful Queen
46 - Creating the new Westeros
47 - The Rightful Heir
48 - History Sometimes Repeats Itself
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bl00dlight · 6 months ago
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Ghostly Flame
Aemond Targaryen x OC sister x Alys Rivers {NSFW}
Warnings ● more carpet munching, graphic language, general smut and filth, implied homophobia, age gap, dubious consent, violence against female character, heterosexuality, Aemond being depraved as fuck and lowkey the worst, oedipus complex, full blown targcest, mentions of Madame Sylvie (sorry yall), Alys Rivers being a trick ass bitch, not proof read
Word count ● 4.7k
Author's Note • Long awaited. It's finally here. Holy fuck it's actually... like insane how long this took for me to dwell on. I'm not gonna spoil anything but this one is a bit gross. In a good way. Sick sick sick.
Masterlist / Ghostly Flame ● Part I
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Part II
The sight on the Prince Regent's bed was indeed, not a mere dream. He stammered as a flood of emotions suddenly whipped against his skull.
As he entered, Aemond's face darkened and the breath in his lungs all but vanished. Hs let fist slowly curl, though his eye was transfixed on the two women, watching as his paramour's mouth moved against his sister's skin. Despite it all, the disgust and rage that was brewing; for a brief moment he enjoyed the sounds and sight before him.
And yet, Aemond knew it was but a vile sin, a betrayal of both his bedmate and beloved sister. Still, the sight stirred heat within him.
Alys continued in her ministrations, her tongue moving with precision, seeking to please and to tease the princess. The witch was so engrossed in the task before her that she hadn't noticed the door or the figure which loomed in the shadows.
The sounds of his sister's mewling was enough to drive him over the edge. The prince clenched his jaw, he stalked towards the women and spoke, his voice ringing in the quiet of the room. "Alys."
Just like that the sounds of their pleasure had come to a deadened stop. Slowly Alys pulled away, and turned towards Aemond. Daera opened her eyes with a flash, her body jolting with fear and suddenly the humiliation rang true.
Aemond's own heart was hammering in his chest, his mind racing with thoughts he had never dared admit aloud.
"Tell me," Aemond whispered, his voice rough and low. "Do the both of you take me for a fool?"
Alys bowed her head and spoke gently, "My Prince, I..."
"Silence." Aemond sneered, stalking towards Alys. His fist soon met with her raven hair, gripping at it as he forced her head up at him. "I have had my fill of your vile tongue."
A silence brewed before he suddenly shoved the woman back to the ground. Alys winced as he body hit the floor with a startling thud. Daera shook, her hands in her head as she had pulled the sheets upon her bare flesh out of modesty. It was comical, still she seemed to care of propriety, even though her own brother had seen her in such a state.
Aemond grunted, raising a hand up as though he was to strike the woman before him. Alys stayed deadly still upon the ground, gritting her teeth, awaiting his hand to make contact with her flesh. Though he felt his rage stir he swiftly pulled his hand away. He could not strike her, no, instead he launched and gripped her arm, forcing her upon her feet.
"You dare humiliate me? You dare bring such shame upon me? Defiling my own blood, my sister! Upon the very bed I let your treacherous head lay, no less!" Aemond's lonesome eye was narrowed in a maelstrom of emotions, anger, betrayal, jealously, humiliation.
Yet in truth, he felt one thing; weakness.
Alys glared at him, speaking oddly calmly, "Of course not, your grace..."
"Then speak, bastard! Speak on the sight before me... of you upon my sister and why my eye was witness to it! Speak to why you... why you dare go against me, after all I have done! I spared you, or do you forget?" The prince gripped her flesh sternly and his gaze faltered as he felt sorrow bloom.
Daera looked away, she couldn't bare the scene before her. Couldn't bare what she had done, she hadn't even known what led her to do it. She had no excuse, no reason. It seemed to have happened before she had any idea it was occurring.
The princess wiped her tears, her heart aching. "Brother..." she muttered weakly, sorrowfully.
Aemond turned his head sharply, "I SHALL HEAR NOTHING FROM YOU!" He snapped at Daera, forcing her back into submission.
His gaze came to Alys once more, whom at this point was holding back a low snicker. Her hands came to his chest, and a low hum was earnt from the prince at her soothing ministrations.
"You are not so tempting as to distract me. I see you for what you are... a snake in my own den." He lowered his tone, as his hand came to her raven locks and gripped them.
Alys gave him an incredulous look once more, "You... you do not mean such things, I have been nothing but faithful, my prince."
"Yet your mouth was upon my sister? You think that faithful?" Aemond retorted swiftly, fastening his grip.
"I... I do not deny how such may seem an act of betrayal. But it was in service to you, your grace." Alys flinched as his hands laced themselves in her hair forcefully. Her voice still measured.
"Do not dare speak such folly-" His temper flared as Alys spoke over the Prince.
"It is not folly... I have brought her, swayed her senses so they may receive what is so deeply suppressed within her. She had not come for me, my prince. She came for you." Alys' voice like a siren song, she let her hands run to his cheeks. Gently stroking at his sharp features.
Silence beckoned for a moment, as Aemond found himself lured by the witch's words. Her eyes gazing with reverence upon him, yet there was a glimmer of something else. Something she had seen.
Slowly, Aemond's grip upon her hair eased flattening to cup her head, "What do you see?" He muttered, his eye scanning her carefully.
Daera's sobbing had eased now, and she watched with baited breath as her brother and the witch spoke before her. She noticed the tilt of Alys' head the low chuckle as she leaned in to Aemond's ear, muttering something unknown.
There was a noticeable shift, the sharp line of his jaw hardening as he eased into her touch. Daera caught a low hum from him, an inquisitive one as Alys nodded.
The prince turned to his sister, her trembling form. No doubt her mind already a place of torment for her. His gaze scanned over her pale flesh, silver hair - so much like his own. Though she looked more like their mother in her features. Melancholic round eyes, full lips; a soft cherubic face. She was a woman grown and yet, still appeared so much like the docile girl she once was in their youth.
Aemond leaned down, his silver hair catching in the moonlight as he gazed upon his sister sternly. His hand gripped her wrist.
"I ought to punish you." He said firmly.
Daera instantly weakened at his words, her head tilting, tears streaming as she simpered, "Brother..."
His hand suddenly clasped her cheek, silencing her whining, "Do as I say."
The Princess's eyes searched his lonesome one, her gaze coiling in uncertainty. She shook her head, disturbed by his sudden change of demanour. Her heart thundering as she knew whatever was to occur, was something she ought to be fearful of. She felt the need to beg, to plead for forgiveness. Though she remained still.
"I do not blame you, for failing to resist my Alys' charm. You are but a woman... you stand little chance against her, for even I find my resolve wavering in her wake." He slowly rose to his feet, and Alys came to him, slowly unstrapping his leathers from his chest.
"You are not... mad with me?" The Princess whimpered, squeezing her nails into her palms. Allowing the pain to distract her from her shame.
"What Alys has seen.. changes the matter." Aemond spoke with a new found clarity, though there was a bitterness that lingered upon his tongue.
Daera shook her head in response, she looked at Alys, whose hands were upon his breeches, unlacing them. Before she could continue he pulled her hands away from him. "No." Aemond muttered, slowly turning to his sister.
Daera found herself trembling once more, her eyes watery, desperately searching for answers as she whispered, "Seen what?"
It was the uncertainty in her eyes which made Aemond look away, his gaze narrowed upon the ground as he mumbled to Alys, "I cannot..."
The witch let her hands cup his face once more, soothing the fear he felt within him, "You can... and you will, desire has sown it's seed long bef-"
Aemond swiftly gripped her wrists, interrupting her, "Do not presume to know of my desires! She is my sister..."
The raven hair of Alys fell upon her pale shoulder as she turned to face the princess before her. Aemond's eye wandering for a moment upon her bare flesh... her breasts.
Daera looked into the green landscape of her eyes, flashes of them lingering between her thighs caused a spark of shame within the princess and she looked away. Alys chuckled softly, turning back to Aemond.
The witch leaned in, her hands coming back to his jaw, one slowly trailing down his neck. She hummed, smiling softly as Alys whispered to Aemond, "You are the blood of old Valyria, your grace... fire courses through your very flesh. A fire I have felt lick at my womb and that shall lick upon hers..."
Aemond's gaze met his paramour's in an intense exchange of understanding and trepidation. Though he was soothed by her gentle touch upon him, soothed by the wisdom her foresight granted him. She was right, it was not as though he held no desire for his sister. He had merely suppressed it. Why long for something that shall never be his to keep?
Their mother never sought to the betroth them, so Aemond simply focused on matters of duty; of becoming a formidable force in battle. Though he could not embrace Targaryen tradition entirely, he sought to expand upon it in other ways. He would seek to become a fierce dragonrider. A man of skill, for his legacy would be his own.
As he gazed upon his sister, he felt the sudden urge to comfort her. The tears that rolled upon her cheek meant for a greater challenge. He would not force himself upon her, but he could not deny the fire set ablaze in his blood when his eye wandered her flesh.
She was to be his destiny it seemed... and if Alys' vision proved true, the mother to his true born heir.
He stalked towards her, and once again found himself reaching over. As he extended his hand to cup her cheek she flinched, and Aemond merely persisted.
Daera however, was not so much aware of what Alys and Aemond spoke of. If anything she was still mortified by the fact her brother had seen her indulge in such sin.
Her gaze widened at the feeling of his palm upon her fleshy cheek, "Please... forgive me...I know I have tainted myself in the eyes of the Gods, but you must let me seek absolution from you. My resolve has grown weak, I see it now... I..." The princess mumbled, fanatically searching her brother's stoney gaze as he watched the trembling of her lips.
Silence beckoned, and Aemond remained still. His eye scanning over her, his thumb rubbing against the plushness of her cheeks. Her eyes that wore sorrow so beautifully, just as their mother's does. Large, comforting eyes... for a moment he felt a sense of boyish peace dawn upon him. Remembering how once, Alicent would gaze upon him with concerned filled eyes.
Though he had not spoken to his mother in many moons now, could not bare the sight of her. It was in Daera's simpering expression he found a small sense of comfort. She was but a piece of home. Though his youth was not always a happy one, there was peace. There was... a familiarity which made him wish to crawl within his sister's arms and pretend nothing bad had befallen them.
"Brother..." She whimpered, begging for him to say something; pulling the Prince from his thoughts.
Daera's eyes were caught by the familiar saunter of Alys' bare frame. She came to Aemond, leaning down as her thin, pale fingers tucked his silver hair behind his ear. Gently she cooed, "Go on, my prince... take what is yours."
With that Aemond glanced briefly and Alys, and then slowly looked back upon his sister. He moved now, shifting his weight to crawl upon the bed. His hand still gripping at her cheek, and the other now finding her waist, pulling her from the sheet and forcing her before him.
Aemond gazed softly, tentatively, at her. His hand moving to her silver curls; her hair so similar to her mother's. His fingers twirled a strand delicately, as though it were made of glass. He suddenly brought his face near her, his cheek grazing hers as he buried his nose within her locks for a moment. He breathed in, closing his eye. The familiar sweet smell of honeysuckled flesh filling his senses.
The princess was in complete shock, she had never known such affections from her brother before. Her eyes widened, her gaze meeting Alys', who came to the bed, sitting at the end as she removed Aemond's boots. Soon, her pale hand reaching over to stroke Aemond's hair gently. The princess furrowed her brow, positively unfurled by the scene before her. Her tears had all but come to a halt, not for the fact shame had left her, but for the fact she was overwrought by the absurdity of it all.
Aemond pulled back slightly, and both he and his sister let out a sharp breath. Her eyes wide, watching him carefully as he gently grazed his nose upon her cheek. His hand coming to her lips. Lips which were too, like Alicent's; swollen and quivering.
His eye, narrowed upon her and he caught her discomforted demanour. His fingers moving from her lips to cup her cheek as he muttered, "If it is absolution you seek, then let us not allow what transpired to be in vain. So, do as I say."
Daera though confused, did not protest. She nodded and heard her breath catch within her throat as he hummed slightly. Aemond brought his other hand to her cheek. A look of determination filled his eye though he seemed conflicted.
His gaze locked upon her lips, he wanted to kiss her, wanted to touch her. Though he knew not how to. Aemond grunted again, unsure of himself. An awkward tension rose as he stammered like a boy. The Prince huffed, looked down as humiliation coiled in his belly. He felt weak, he felt the fool.
He had, in truth never been with a woman as young as Daera. Though she was but a year younger than he. She was unlike Alys... unlike Madame Sylvie. Both of which had known the ways of initiating pleasure. He had never had to worry of such things, for both women brimmed with the confidence only within a mature woman, to take charge. Neither were coy, nor demure. Neither stuttered nor flinched when presented with his desire. Neither seemed so... shocked by his forwardness, nor hid behind maidenly virtue, nor looked upon him with judgement. They were women whom he felt safe with, secure with. He did not have to wear the mask he had crafted so precisely for himself. Did not have to act with the hard faced confidence of a man. Aemond could be unsure, with Alys and Madame Sylvie. He could let go of his masculine fortitude and be a boy once more.
But this was not the case with Daera. He could not help but find the judgement in her eyes, enraging. Already he thought of the million ways she may be laughing or repulsed by him. Already he thought of how she would reject him if he were not willing to do as had been taught men are to do. Take charge.
He could not falter with her, could not be seen as weak.
"Alys..." He muttered lowly, his head turning slightly as to call his paramour to guide him.
The witch continued stroking his hair, cooing softly as she gave him a knowing look, "As you would me..." Her voice soft, knowing he would understand her implication.
Aemond gave a small nod, his gaze then returning to his sister. A look of determination yet also... fear in his eye.
Daera had watched the interaction transpire as though she were but a mere spectator in her body. It hadn't felt real at all, it all seemed like an elaborate dream, and betwixt the moonlight and shadows of Harrenhal, he wasn't fully convinced it wasn't.
The princess found herself sharply returned back to reality as the feeling of her brother's breath upon her neck made her flinch. His fingers gently moving the strands of her silver curls away, before the soft and warm sensation of his lips met her neck.
Daera went to protest, but was met with the cold palm of Alys upon her other cheek, her fingers lacing in her hair as she pulled the princess' head to one side. Exposing more of her neck for Aemond to place his lips upon.
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Alys smiled softly and gently stroked the coil of worry lines upon Daera's face.
"That's it." The witch lulled gently, slowly encouraging Daera to lean into her brother's touch. To which the princess slowly raised her hand to Aemond's silver strands, her fingers coiling into his scalp, earning a low groan.
She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation of his lips moving up her neck, his hands now moving upon her bare body, falling between her plush breasts, down onto the soft planes of her belly.
It was not long before she felt Alys' lips press into her own, a small whimper leaving the princess.
It was that sound which egged Aemond further, he kissed up Daera's jaw, hoping to siphon more of those sweet sounds from his sister. He felt the familiar touch of Alys upon the band of his breeches, already unlaced. Her cool hand shuffling them down, before reaching in, palming his stiffened length. The sudden feeling of his paramour's hand upon him made him groan. Though he swiftly pulled away from the soft flesh of his sister, his head turning to Alys' sharp face.
"I shall do it myself." His words a quiet yet sharp command.
Alys conceded and resumed her position behind him, gently she stroked his silver tresses. Slightly annoyed by his barking at her tonight. Though she supposed he probably still seethes over her seducing Daera so easily.
The princess was terribly lost in the moment. She had eased to her brother's advances and slowly, his hand came to move her head towards his and pressed into hers gently. Daera whimpered and he pulled away, catching a breath. It was with that kiss that her blood had been set ablaze by him. Suddenly, her hands reached up, catching his cheeks in her palms and attempting to force her lips back into his.
Aemond, pulled away slightly, if not only to tease her for her eagerness, but also to remind him he must remember she had not ever been touched by a man. She was unwed, a mere maiden and similarly to him, probably starved for affection.
A dark desire bloomed as he noted her pleading gaze, a sense of control he did not get with his older lovers. It felt good to be the one whom was bestowing another with affection. Filling a lovelorn void with her that he himself shared. He found her stammering endearing, familiar in a way.
He pulled back again, if not to see how her pretty face coiled in desperation. Just as his would. His hand moved to the back of her hair, gripping her strands roughly, her head tilting back before he spoke lowly, "Tell me you desire it."
Daera's eyes beamed with a sudden awakening desire. Her cunt growing warm, as she whispered, "I desire it."
Aemond's jaw clenched, his voice soft, "Do you want me?" His eye wide, expectant.
Slowly, the Princess let her hands move into his hair as she furrowed her brow, as if he had to ask, she thought. Her voice equally soft, needy, "Yes, brother."
It was those very words which set his lips to hers again. He forced his breeches from him, Alys aiding. Aemond let his knee pry Daera's legs apart, his hand moving to finally touch what he knew would already be ready for him. His fingers grazing her wet core, just as their lips upon each other grew far more intensive in their ministrations. Daera was again, shocked by how wet everything felt, and his fingers sliding between her cunt made her mouth open slightly as a moan left her.
He pushed her down, and his head turned to guesture for Alys to get behind Daera. The witch did so, moving so that her legs were parted where Daera's head lay between. Aemond looked down upon his sister then up at his paramour. His eye narrowed as he let himself slip a finger into Daera's entrance.
A sudden moan left the princess and her hands gripped at his upper arms, she found her head tilting back as a simpering gasp left her. His other hand guiding her knee upwards as he pushed two fingers within her. Slowly stretching her. His eye caught Alys again, who herself had seemed to find the ordeal so pleasing, her own hand worked upon her. He watched as she circled her cunt, then slowly fucking herself with her fingers. Though Daera hadn't noticed, she was too busy writhing beneath Aemond as his fingers had grown terribly fast.
Suddenly he stopped, pulling his fingers from her, his gaze still harsh upon Alys as she pleased herself. His jaw clenched as he had remembered the sight he had walked in upon.
Daera found herself letting out a small whine as he had stopped, she looked up at him, when she was met with his hand clasping her cheeks. Aemond spoke with a swift determination in his tone, "You will tend to Alys as I ready you."
Daera had opened her mouth to speak before Aemond interrupted, "Turn around."
With that, Daera had found herself most shocked, though slowly, hesitantly she turned to her belly and moved towards Alys.
Aemonds voice rang in the thick silence of the chamber, "Tell her what she might do." He said lowly to Alys, his gaze too busy scanning the vast expanse of Daera's pale back, her plump rear and fleshy thighs.
Alys hummed, titling her head, her hands coming to Daera's cheeks to pull her forward, "I shall take the girl's mouth." The witch spoke smugly, her hand pulling at Daera's hair as she lowered the princess' lips to her cunt. "Slowly, my pet..." Alys cooed. "With your tongue."
Daera all but whimpered as her mouth met the soft, delicate folds of Alys. She was not sure how to go about it, but she started with slow, languid licks, hoping she might gauge where Alys was brought pleasure. The witch hummed and chuckled with pleasure, her hips slowly circling as she pressed Daera's mouth upon her cunt further. She instructed the princess lowly, and soon Daera was using her tongue to circle Alys clit, winning groans from the older woman.
Aemond had found himself oddly transfixed by the sight, his paramour instructing his sister. It was as though he was watching himself in a way. Though the sight of the two woman before him, was far more thrilling than he had anticipated. Alys' head tilted back, forcing Daera to move quicker, and Aemond slowly pryed apart her thighs. His fingers finding Daera's soaked core.
He grazed her clit, winning gentle moans from her as his other hand kneaded her rear. Alys, moaned again, her peak dawning as she cried, "The prince watches us... sweet girl. He watches with reverence."
Her words sparked a quick hum from Aemond as he found himself focused on Daera again. He leaned down, his chest pressed upon her back as lewd sounds of the two women filled the chamber. He moved his sister's hair to the side, exposing her neck and back. Aemond pressed gentle kisses into her, his hands trailing her soft flesh.
As he went to kiss her again, Alys had pulled Daera's hair harshly, forcing Aemond to lose his grip slightly. He looked up at his paramour, watching as she rolled her hips on his sister mouth, chasing her endless peak.
She was indeed a woman of great fortitude, but this was not about her pleasure. This was about legacy, this was about himself and his sister... and their duty to House Targaryen. Aemond's hands wrapped around Daera's waist, suddenly pulling her away from Alys' cunt.
The witch's eyes opened swiftly, and she gasped. "Your grace?!" She barked, almost like a mother would towards her child.
Though Aemond paid little attention to Alys as he laid Daera down upon her back again. "You've had your fill." He muttered.
The raven haired woman scoffed, "So I get nothing then? I brought you the girl-"
Aemond raised his hand, his tone aloof as he gazed down upon Daera. "Leave us." Aemond spoke lowly to Alys, he was too transfixed on the way Daera had brought her hands to his cheeks.
"My Prince..." The witch begged. Alys let her gaze grow wide and discontented.
"Hm.." Aemond looked up to the older woman, his gaze unwavering, stern, "You may go."
It only took one disgruntled look from Alys before she gave a nod, biting her tongue as she moved away from the bed. She dressed herself once more and left without any protest. After all, she was but under his mercy.
The silence in the room was startling, Daera's eyes widened, and her hand came to Aemond's eye patch, though he forced her hand away. He did not say another word as he settled between her legs. Aemond moved her hand to clasp his length, guiding her hand up and down to ready himself.
His lips met hers as he moved her legs to wrapped around his hips, and slowly, Aemond let his cock graze her folds. Both of them moaning at the sensation. He felt his resolve weaken, and with that, he pushed into her entrance ever so slowly. Giving her time to adjust to him.
Her core tight, so tight he felt himself wince as he tried to push further. Daera squeezed his arm making him force her hands to his cheeks. "Calm yourself." He said lowly.
Daera obliged, she closed her eyes, trusting the sensation that currently stung with pain would soon dissolve and it did. He eased himself into her, and Daera marvelled at the sound he made when he had finally pushed within her. All that could be heard from her was a deep gasp, her head tilting back. As he rocked his hips, fucking her slowly, her hands laced into his hair and his face buried into her neck. Daera suddenly began to moan softly, wantonly as the sensation became more and more pleasurable as her core loosened. She began to feel herself relax, and he slid in and out of her with ease. Aemond at this point was all but lost, he kept moving into her, his hands cupping her face as he moved between his face in the crook of her neck or kissing her harshly. His moans growing more intense, their names flying from the other's mouth. Panting and cursing filled his chamber, alongside low growls as he relished the feeling of her warm cunt upon him.
"Sweet sister..." He grumbled, nodding as his peak was soon to come. "Have me." He said, almost sweetly against her flesh. He wanted to bury himself in her, hold her tight. And that he did, their bodies flushed firmly against each other and Daera had instinctively began to rock her hips against his.
She moaned, grappling at his hair as she whispered, "Aemond... my brother..."
It was her soft coos which triggered him to come fiercely within her. His seed causing an odd warmth to spread within her. As the moment diffused, the heat between them had caused both of them to become flushed, panting gently as they lay entwined upon the bed. The shadows enclasping them both, yet in their arms both found a sense of peace. Daera coiled into him, her head resting upon the top of his.
Aemond laid upon her, letting her arms wrap around him, her soft flesh against his taut frame felt like bliss. He breathed out, speaking softly against her skin, "Alys... she.." Aemond stammered breathlessly against her neck, leaving small kisses.
Daera raised her brow, her hands coming to his hair, gently grazing his silver tresses. The moment felt beyond intimate, she felt a strange tie to him. One that had been all but lost to their distant youths.
He let his hands gently carress her face, his cheek nuzzling against her own as he whispered softly, cooingly into her ear,"She see's a silver haired boy upon the throne... a boy who comes from the flesh of two dragons. The mother... a great beauty, the father... a feared warrior. Of darkness and light, joined by a ghostly flame of longing. Separated by time, brought together by blood. It is us... sweet sister. Alys sees us."
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blxkstar · 6 months ago
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POV: You're in Game of Thrones
I made this playlist by mixing all of my game of thrones playlists into one (with some edits). Please check it out!
If you like this one, please check out my other playlists for specific houses and house of the dragon.
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"I'm not going to stop the wheel, I'm going to break the wheel"
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Winter is coming. We know what’s coming with it
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councilofcastamere · 7 months ago
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wouldn’t Zaar Goedemans make a great fancast as the daughter of Laenor and Rhaenyra had they ever been able to conceive? ♡︎
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witchthewriter · 13 days ago
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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈𝐟: 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬 & 𝐀𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧?
The King and Queen of Westeros had 13 children altogether. Not all lived, well in the end ... none of them did except Vaegon and Saera. Jaehaerys ended up being the last person in his family to die. But what would have happened if everyone were given a dragon egg at birth or got the chance to bond with one? . ˚˖𓍢ִ໋₊˚ 🪷 ₊˚⋆.˚ 𖣂🌷⋆.˚
I'm only going to do this for those who lived into childhood. I'm also not using dragons from the future. I will create new dragons or use existing ones from this time. Also, I'm not going to mention those who already have a dragon... ⋆.°🦋༘⋆
We all know Jaehaerys had Vermithor, Alyssane with Silverwing, Aemon was bonded with Caraxes, Balerion with Vhagar and Alyssa with Meleys. This will not be changed.
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𝑫𝒂𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒔
Second born child, their first girl. Named "the Darling of the Realm," she was curious, fearless, high-spirited and very adventurous. She was often covered in mud and grass-stained. She died young due to a fever. It killed many, many people; both young and old.
𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲:
Daenerys would have a cradle egg. Placed in there by her Aunt Rhaena. Her parents weren't too happy about it, but Rhaena reminded them that she did it for them both when they were babies.
The little princess named her 'Goldwing,' after ... well the dragons' golden colouring. The first time Dany hopped on her dragon's back was when she was ten. The two didn't go far, but they both loved it.
She's a she-dragon because she's laid a few clutches but only one hatched. One out of ten.
I think that there's a possibility that bonding with a dragon could have made her stronger. And the sickness might have caused other problems, but she wouldn't have died.
𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈:
⋆ INFP ⋆ Gryffindor ⋆ Aquarius Sun, Pisces Moon, Leo Rising
You can tell when Goldwing likes something; she makes these chirping noises and flaps her wings like a lil biridie
As soon as Goldwing hatched, she never left little Dany's side. At night she curled around her head, falling asleep with ease
Through the day the Gold dragon wraps itself around the princesses shoulders. Almost like a necklace when the dragon was younger
As they grew together, Dany preferred to be in the air rather than anywhere else.
It was almost like the pair could read each other's minds
Sneezes on people she doesn't like
art credit: @lowrifaberart on insta
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𝑴𝒂𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆
Sixth born child, third daughter. In my opinion, I think she was given to the Septas to keep the peace. But it took away her ... life. Maegelle had a compassionate heart; she was gentle, caring, quiet and highly intelligent. She had a real gift for healing.
Whenever her parents fought, it was most likely Maegelle who would be the peace-maker. The one to help them see reason.
𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲:
Maegelle bonded with Balerion.
It was a shock to everyone. Someone so kind-hearted bonded with a giant called 'the Black Dread.' A conquorer's dragon.
But people tend to forget that his first rider was Daenys the Dreamer. She wasn't violent - she could dragon dream and ended up saving House Targaryen.
With this new power, Maegelle realised she wasn't under anyone's foot. She could make her own decisions, and they would be backed up by Balerion...who breathed fire. And so, Maegelle did not want to become a Septa. She didn't want it. Even though she was promised to them by her parents.
But Balerion put a stop to it. Maegelle did not run away, she only brought Balerion to the Red Keep and reminded her parents that she was her own person now.
Balerion isn't what people normally think. He isn't a raging beast. Balerion doesn't thirst for blood. He does as his rider says. And with Maegelle, he has peace.
𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑩𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒏:
⋆ ENTJ ⋆ Slytherin ⋆ Aries Sun, Capricorn Moon, Scorpio Rising
Loves sleeping in the sun
Way too big for the dragon pit, but Maegelle wouldn't force him in there anywhere
Maegelle's confidence grew exceptionally when she bonded with Balerion. She no longer felt meek nor mild.
The princess didn't hide her opinions anymore either. As she had the most legendary dragon; she would never say it out loud, but she felt invincible.
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Seventh born child, fourth son. Named, "Vaegon the Dragonless," he preferred the library and to read above anything else. Some say he's sour, though he never meant to be rude. He performed his duties but no more than he had to. He became an Archmaester and as such he held the ring, rod, and mask of yellow gold.
𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲:
Vaegon would be given countless chances to bond with a dragon. No interest in it. Eventually, one of the other dragons would lay a clutch of eggs and while studying, there'd be a pull. He went to see the lone dragon of Goldwing, his older sister's dragon.
He never got to see his dragon's egg. But looking at the youngling, Vaegon knew it was gorgeous. The look it gave him was unlike any other.
Vaegon decided on the name Tembyra (high valyrian for 'book'). He was about 17 when he first mounted his dragon. Green Tembrya was about 22 at the time, large enough to go far distances.
The joy Vaegon felt...
He understood.
Vaegon finally understood his Valyrian blood. So, his favourite things were reading, writing, studying, learning and flying.
Tembyra has a unique flame. Almost looks like a rainbow; red, orange, yellow, green. There hasn't been reports of dragons having a continuous colouring that blumes in the same succession as Tembyra.
𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑻𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒚𝒓𝒂:
⋆ ISFP ⋆ Slytherin ⋆ Cancer Sun, Aquarius Moon, Pisces Rising
Has a temper, and doesn't like many people.
Favourite being besides Vaegon is Goldwing and Gael.
Likes to swim; well likes water overall. Whenever there's an open body of water, it takes everything in Tem not to nose-dive when Vaegon is on his back.
Likes to listen to Vaegon read
Doesn't like the dragonpit; feels too lonely. Just because someone likes to be alone, doesn't mean they don't get lonely.
His roar is a mix of Caraxes and Syrax's. It's unique and off-putting.
His mate is Gael's Sonessa. They coil their tails around one another when sleeping.
art credit: Volvokun
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Eighth born child, fourth daughter. There was a childish aspect about Daella; her physical appearance aided to that as well as she was only 5'2 as an adult. Timid, sweet, kind, and gentle, with a tender heart. Yet, she was also a delicate and shy, tongue-tied girl, who was easily frightened and quick to cry. Known "to be terrified of dragons," she went and married Lord Rodrik Arryn, had one daughter: Aemma (Rhaenyra's mother) and died in childbirth.
𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲:
Daella would have a cradle egg (if she had to go up and bond with a dragon then she would be terrified.) But when she was born, Alyssa put an egg in her crib. The colours: white and blue. When it hatched, Daella was 3 months old.
She named her dragon 'Adema' (high valyrian for fulfilment). A resplendent dragon with light blue scales, white accents and light purple eyes. Adema is a she-dragon as she has laid a few clutches of eggs.
The first time Daella mounted her dragon, she was 12. Adema was a more kinder dragon than the rest. But no less protective of her rider. Possible even moreso since they share energy with one another.
With her dragon, Daella became more courageous. Still kind and gentle, Daella grew into a woman with a large shadow; one she knew would have her back.
She would still marry Rodrik Arryn, but not so early in her life. And maybe she wouldn't have died after giving birth.
𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑨𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒂:
⋆ ESFJ ⋆ Ravenclaw ⋆ Taurus Sun, Libra Moon, Aquiarius Rising
Daella takes Aemma up on Adema when she's old enough to walk. The little girl squeaks and giggles as they gently fly around their home.
Adema knows how to be gentle, she's been like that with Aemma ever since she was born. When Daella was pregnant with little Aemma, Adema was overprotective of Daella - even more than she usually is.
What was so special about this three-way bond, was that Aemma would also get a cradle egg (my headcanon) from Adema's clutch.
art credit: @ironlily on Tumblr
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𝑺𝒂𝒆𝒓𝒂
Ninth born child, fifth daughter. Saera was a courageous and clever, girl, in her own way as clever as her brother Vaegon. She was just as strong, quick and spirited as her sister Alyssa. The Princess was tempestuous, demanding, and disobedient. Her first word was "no." A mischief-maker, when her father found out about her lovers, Saera declared she would be married, but that she could not decide which one of the three would be the best choice. When she suggested marrying all three of them, she compared herself to Aegon the Conqueror and Maegor the Cruel. 
𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲:
Her actions and decisions with men would be wiped clean when she had a dragon. Jaehaerys would definitely think Saera would get her dragon involved if she didn't get her way. And if she was to be sent away, her dragon is coming with her!
Saera would bond with a dragon easily. With her courageous spirit, she'd actually be a good ... candidate. Given a cradle egg that never hatched, she was completely torn to bits.
But a clutch that her Aunt Rhaena had hidden on Dragonstone, had hatched years ago and four adult dragons were living in the caverns of the castle.
When Saera had visited Dragonstone in her early teens, she went to the caverns and found something glorious.
Not letting the chance go by, she stalked straight to the one she wanted. And she mounted the she-dragon that very night.
Valoris (means "to be brave"). She's a stunning dragon with magenta flames, intense pink eyes, black accents; her body is half pink/magenta and black.
Her body type is quite birdlike, which hasn't been seen since the days of Valyria. With two large protruding horns and almost like smaller wings around her neck, she is quite the opponent in a battle.
𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒔:
⋆ ENFJ ⋆ Slytherin ⋆ Aries Sun, Sagittarius Moon, Taurus Rising
Valoris, is just like her owner. In everyway.
Very fertile... she has laid many clutches but only 50% end up with hatchlings
Saera absolutely SPOILS Valoris; food, cute decor for the saddle, and absolutely NO WAY is she staying in the dragonpit. Special quarters would be made for the beautiful yet intimidating dragon.
Likes to be brushed and washed every day. Not very dragonlike.
Would rather be flying than sleeping. But is easily pissed off and will react. Not like Saera cares...
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Tenth born child, sixth daughter. Viserra was the most beautiful out of the daughters and she knew it.  Viserra was a wild, high-spirited girl. It was said she wanted to become THE queen, so she tried to seduce Baelon who was 14 years older than her. One night, she slipped past Baelon's guards and climbed naked into his bed, but Baelon sent the drunk girl away when he arrived. After the incident, she was to be sent away to White Harbour to be married to an old man who had four wives; one after the other. And many say the death of his wives were mysterious... So Viserra slipped passed the guards, met up with her friends and had one last night of freedom. At the foot of Aegon's High Hill, Viserra's horse collided with the mare of one of her companions. Viserra was thrown from her saddle into a wall, and she died of a broken neck at the age of fifteen.
𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲:
A cradle egg, placed there by Saera, who adored her new little sister. It wasn't one of her dragon's eggs though. It was Daella's. Her dragon was highly fertile.
Viserra named her dragon: Demalys (high valyrian for throne) aka whenever she mounts her dragon, she's sitting on her throne. The closest she will ever get to a real one.
As he grew, Demalys became more and more colourful; his violet scales shimmered in the sunlight. His fire was a rainbow; red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, pink. Beautiful. Deadly but still stunning to behold.
Viserra was 14 when she mounted her dragon. He was twice her height, and ready to fly with his bonded. The two of them were highly adventurous; they sought out places that were never seen before. Found treasures and the like.
𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒔:
⋆ ENTP ⋆ Slytherin ⋆ Leo Sun, Gemini Moon, Virgo Rising
Loves to be shown off. Knows he is stunning.
Viserra got a blacksmith to create a pure golden star to be settled just below Demalys' neck.
He does sleep in the dragonpit. Doesn't mind it. But he has to be taken out everyday for many hours.
...Flirts with the other dragons.
Has golden eyes with green rims around the middle.
His roar is very similar to Meleys'.
Doesn't like being told what to do ... will ignore most people and has his favourites
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The thirteenth and last child, shy and sweet; she was a comfort to her mother who had lost practically all of her children. Dubbed, "The Winter Child," she was coddled -  Gael became Alysanne's constant shadow, and even slept with her in her bed. When Gael was around ninteen, she disappeared from court. It was announced that she had died from a summer fever. After the deaths of Jaehaerys and Alysanne, it was revealed that Gael had been seduced and impregnated by a travelling singer. She gave birth to a stillborn son, and her grief was so overwhelming that she walked into Blackwater Bay and drowned.
𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲:
Even though she's the youngest, she would still have a dragon. She didn't receive one in the cradle as a baby - there weren't any eggs. But when Daella's Adema had a clutch of living dragons, she wanted her little sister to have one.
Gael received the egg when she was 10, and slept with it every night. Daella had chosen a specific one that reflected Gael's persona - a perfect one. Like pure Winter. That's why Daella gave it to Gael in the first place. Even though it was against what both Jaeherys and Alysanne wanted - their last child to become a dragonrider. Completely dangerous and yet, Gael; frail and timid, decided that she wanted a dragon. The rest of her siblings were dragonriders; it was in her blood.
Gael named her dragon, Sonessa, (high valyrian for snow). Her personality is similar to Gael but has more passion about life. Socialising may not be her thing, but she'll endure it to help Gael. Everything she does is for Gael.
Sonessa somehow feels like this is her hatchling and she has to protect Gael at all costs.
You could say she's a motherly dragon. More like a mother hen.
Sonessa's flame is a very light/pale blue with swirls of white. It makes her seem an enigma. A dragon, who is suppose to be hot, with red flame, a beast quick to anger and to retaliate...is a thing that Sonessa is not. She is white, with almost frost looking flame, yes she is still a beast who will retaliate if needs be. But for the most part - she is a protector, a guardian.
𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂:
⋆ ISFJ ⋆ Hufflepuff/Gryffindor ⋆ Libra Sun, Aries Moon,  Cancer Rising
Very good around others. She and Silverwing are good friends.
Loves going on royal processions, but she knows Gael is fragile, and most times a little frail.
Sonessa loves showing Gael different parts of Westeros - the water, high in the air, across deserts and the like.
But Sonessa is like a responsible older sister. Not just to Gael, but to the dragons in the dragonpit. She'll intervene when there's a fight, or curl up beside a sad dragon.
She's had many clutches of eggs with Vaegon's Tembyra
art credit: @paparinka on deviantart
(Daella's dragon is so fertile because her granddaughter, Rhaenyra would usher in a great deal of new dragons. Aemma wouldn't have been so infertile if she hadn't had intercourse so young.)
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salma062022 · 9 days ago
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Pliss, I need more fanfic about GOT/HOTD where the reader isn't Targaryen or from any big houses. I know it's easier to write Targaryen reader, but almost all of them have the same plot and y/n. 😔
Please tell me I'm not the only one who hates it.🙏
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call-sign-shark · 25 days ago
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"Happiness was fragile, fleeting, but in each other's arms, they felt alive in a way the darkness could never steal. And every time she laughed, his shadows faltered, as if even they couldn’t bear to dim her light."
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notes: this moodboard was done for both "Echo of Shadows" (Aleksander Morozova x Heartrender!OC) and the Peaky Blinders family. I really needed something soft for these two after how dark I've made Heaven's little meow meow in the AU. I mean, I really did them dirty even though they love each other so much so... 🤭
tagging the fam: @justrainandcoffee @mischievouslittlecreature @cillmequick @evita-shelby @peakyswritings @lunarubra @shelbydelrey
tagging Echo of Shadows' readers: @lunawants , @emtaz-art
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valardynasty · 3 months ago
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Tolkien Original Character, Tolkien Fanfiction.
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Oh no, he can't dupe her.
Crackship: Silfmadrìel x Sauron | Daenerys x Annatar | Emilia Clarke x Charlie Vickers
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fandomficsnstuff · 5 months ago
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The Dragon's Daughter - 22
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(Warnings: Mentions of injury, some fluff, more fluff and even more fluff. Some slight angst at the end and a very very small hint at possible Anorexia)
Dothraki will be in bold
High Valyrian will be in cursive
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The crowd gasped in shock as one of the knights’ lance crashed against the shield of Ser Jeor, a man from a small house in the North, one of the first ones Daenerys had ever knighted, actually, five years after she ascended the throne, the man had been but three and ten at the time, a young boy with a talent for the sword and shield. And the lance, apparently, as Ser Jeor was still seated atop his horse while his opponent, Ser Whoever-Gives-A-Damn, hung off the side of his horse with his splintered lance, barely holding on as people clapped for Ser Jeor as he rode up to the Royal Box. “Your Grace!” he called and Rhaella sighed lightly, standing up and walking down the few steps to look over the edge, forcing a polite smile “it was well blocked, Ser Jeor.”
“You remember me?”
“Your name was called out before the jousting, along with your opponents” she pointed out and he smirked under his helmet, which was barely visible under the T shaped opening. “You could have forgotten” he stated and she merely forced a smile, making him nod “I ask of your favour, may I have it?” he asked and Rhaella nodded, walking over to the small table where the favours were and picked one up, walking back and sliding it down his lance “good luck, Ser Jeor. It seems your opponent wants another go” she stated and gestured to the rather heated opponent, impatiently waiting for the opportunity to knock Ser Jeor off his horse. “Aye, it does” he agreed, giving the Queen a charming smirk as he bowed his head in respect before riding back to his starting post, Rhaella walking back and sitting down in her seat, letting out a subtle sigh. “That was the tenth to ask for your favor, Your Grace” Tryion tried to point out casually, Rhaella sighing softly as she nodded “he was, yes.”
“I believe Ser Joer is familiar with Ser Kathrik, in your Queensgarde” Tyrion continued, Rhaella turning to look at him, ready to engage in the conversation when suddenly, someone had kneeled behind her seat and poked his head out by her side, in between the two and Rhaella smiled at who it was. “All that metal on the horses, it slows them down” Ezzo spoke casually yet in a lowered voice, Rhaella trying to hide her smirk as she looked ahead, watching Ser Jeor’s lance crash against his opponent’s shield, splintering the shield and some of the lance, yet her favor still hung over the shaft. “I’d rather the horses have protection than the men” she admitted in a quiet voice, Ezzo smirking at her with a nod “do you think all that metal they have on traps their cocks? I can’t imagine not being able to piss without needing to strip naked like a babe.”
“I’m guessing that they learn to hold it in” she whispered with amusement, looking up at Ezzo, their faces so close… she felt her heart race and her lips turn up in a small smile “they probably have more discipline than you, if you can’t even hold in your piss for a few minutes” she whispered and Daenerys, who had taken a sip of wine, almost spat it back out, choking on the wine and she coughed and coughed, Daron starting to cry and people turned to look, Rhaella quickly turning to her mother, patting her back with worry. “Mother? Mother??”
“I’m fine” she managed to get out and as soon as the coughing cleared, she was grinning, trying to hold in her laugh and Rhaella instantly paled, her eyes widening as she remembered one thing. Her mother could speak the Dothraki tongue. Rhaella quickly came over her shock when Jon called for some water and Rhaella gently took a crying Daron from Daenerys once the water was given to her, rocking the babe without even realising it, her focus solely on her mother. “Are you alright?” Rhaella asked, a smile forming on her lips when she saw that her mother was more than fine, and clearly amused. “My night’s sky” she scolded lightly and Rhaella couldn’t help but smirk a little, cheeks turning a little red as Daenerys laughed quietly, shaking her head at her daughter. Daenerys’ smile persisted and Rhaella began to frown, her eyes scanning her mother’s face, trying to figure out why she was still smiling so much. And then she remembered it. The weight in her arms, and she looked down, eyes widening a little and she winced ever so slightly “I-...” Rhaella’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, Daenerys smirking at her with amusement “my arms needed a rest. Thank you, Your Grace” she whispered, the tournament already back to how it was before, people cheering, lances clashing with shields and armour, people gasping when someone was knocked off their horse or injured, yet Rhaella felt nothing but the weight of the child in her arms. So small. So defenceless… how was it possible for a person to be this small? This… fragile?... It almost didn’t make sense…
“Khaleesi?” Ezzo whispered and she looked up at him, realising that she had been staring at her baby brother, heat flushing her cheeks as she looked back down at him, sleeping in her arms so peacefully. How was it possible for one person, so tiny, who has done nothing in their short, short life to deserve anything, how was it possible that this small being brought out so much love? She felt her chest warm the longer the looked at her brother, his small eyelashes kissing his cheeks so softly as he slept, as though the noise all around him, the cheering and clapping and chatter, didn’t bother him. It almost made her think he was dead, but the small rise and fall of his tiny chest proved otherwise, as did the small noises he occasionally let out, small coos, as though he was dreaming. “He’s so… small” she whispered to Ezzo, the Dothraki Screamer smirking at her “so were you, Khaleesi. I was three and ten but I still remember you” he admitted in a whisper and Rhaella smiled briefly, her eyes still locked on the precious babe. To her, this was the future of the Realm. She still believed she would be cast aside for him, when he came of age, and it still… pained her, to think of, but she’d do whatever she could to make sure this boy, this child, grew up safe and happy, content with his life, never wanting for anything. Not just because of the love she bore for their mother, not just because of the love she bore for her step-father, but for the love she bore for this little boy, the babe in her arms.
Daenerys and Jon watched with large smiles, the way the young Queen held her brother so gently, almost as though he would break, shatter into a million pieces like a White Walker against Valyrian steel, if she handled him the wrong way. She may have been a dragon, but she cradled that child as though it was a precious egg, it’s shell so fragile, protecting the life growing inside, and Daenerys could see it in her daughter’s eyes, she loved her brother. Her human brother. She had struggled so hard to love this child, her fears ruling her heart, preventing her from experiencing the joy of having a sibling, and not just being happy on her mother’s behalf. She loved this boy now, so little, so small and fragile. “Your Grace” Jon spoke, catching the Queen’s attention, the young woman turning to look at him and he smiled softly “shall I take him?” he asked, Rhaella’s smile fading and she looked down at the boy in her arms, her heart racing and she finally decided, gently shaking her head “n-no, it’s alright, I can hold him a while longer for you… i-if it’s alright?” she asked nervously and Jon merely nodded and smiled, leaning back in his seat to continue watching the tournament. It wasn’t exactly… his tastes… but this wasn’t about him. It was about his son, the idea still foreign to him, but in a good way. He had a son, and a daughter.
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“Your Grace, we’ve received further reports of pirates, they’ve seemed to taken roots by the harbour, this supposed… ‘Guild’ of theirs have continued to extort the local fishermen-”
“Thank you, My Lord” Rhaella stopped Tyrion, her eyes turning to Sandor Clegane “Lord Commander, what’s being done about this… ‘guild’? The people of King’s Landing are just as deserving of protection as the nobles in this keep.”
“I’ve sent my best men on it-”
“Good, now send your less-than-best men on it. And your bad men, and your piss-poor men” Rhaella ordered sternly, sighing heavily “the people of King’s Landing deserve safety. I want this ‘guild’ crushed. Their ships, do they harbour in King’s Landing as well?”
“Not quite, Your Grace. They harbour a few miles off the coast of the border between Dorne and the rest of Westeros, all attempts at sailing even close to them have been useless, they’ve-… it seems that they have scavenged an old Scorpion” Tyrion admitted, Rhaella turning her gaze to Tyrion, her heart starting to race. It was a… delicate topic for the Queen, everyone knew it. Daenerys had ordered the destruction of every Scorpion after ascending the throne, the wood splintered and burnt, the metal re-forged, the massive bolts melted and repurposed. Rhaella looked down at the table in front of her, hand fiddling with one of her rings, eyes locked onto the wood in front of her, yet she seemed miles away, almost as far away as those pirate ships were. The Small Council chamber was deadly quiet as the Queen thought things over. “This guild headquarters, do we know where it is?”
“Only that it’s somewhere near the docks” Sandor answered and Rhaella nodded, thinking things over once more before nodding, looking up at everyone at the small table. “Well, then I suppose there’s only one thing to do. Draw them out” she stated casually, nodding once again to herself, turning to Gray Worm “we’ll draw them out. Have your Unsullied scout out the docks, pretend like it’s a routine patrol. Don’t linger, just walk through, don’t stop and stare, take note of everything you can. Send out patrols in other areas as well, not just the docks, I want them all over the city to make it less conspicuous” she ordered, Gray Worm nodding and leaving, the others, except for Grand Maester Ricardo, who spoke High Valyrian, looked at the Queen with confusion. “I’ve ordered Gray Worm to patrol the streets all over King’s Landing, but to focus on the docks. I’ve asked them to merely patrol as though it’s routine but to pay attention to everything around them” she informed, turning to Sandor “your gold cloaks will do the same, all over the city. I don’t want this guild to know that we’re focusing on the docks, let them believe that their ‘secret’ hideout is safe, although we’ll of course be looking for them. Tell your gold cloaks to not act out of the ordinary but to pay special attention to anything unusual, anything at all, and then report back. They’re not to engage in anything they wouldn’t normally engage in, nor speak loudly of this assignment. Please, as soon as possible” she ordered calmly, Sandor nodding and standing up, bowing his head at the young Queen before leaving the room, Rhaella turning to Ser Brienne “I want an extra guard assigned to my mother, brother and father, should any from this guild have any… grand ideas.”
“Of course, Your Grace. What about yourself?”
“Me? I have the best swordswoman and Dothraki rider at my side. Aside from my brother Raemor, I couldn’t be safer” she stated with a soft smile before turning to Tyrion. “Do you agree with this plan so far, My Lord?”
“I do, Your Grace” Tyrion responded with a smirk “and, if I may add… battle strategy suits you” he whispered the last part, making her smirk a little as she nodded “thank you, My Lord. Meanwhile, I’d like you to get in contact with the Martells of Dorne, I want scouts to try and get closer to the ships these pirates have. Tell them that no one is to risk their lives” she ordered and Tyrion nodded “it will be done, Your Grace” he informed and bowed his head, making her nod “well, get to it, then” she urged playfully and he nodded and got out of his seat, bowing to the Queen before leaving, Rhaella turning to Grand Maester Ricardo “Grand Maester Ricardo, when you have time, I’ll be needing your presence in my chambers later” she ordered and stood up, the rest at the table stood up as well, Rhaella turning to Bronn next. “Ser Bronn, I ask that you keep an eye on the records and the royal treasury. Pirates have been known to have quite the light fingers, I don’t want them to get any ideas.”
“Smart. It’ll be done right away” he nodded and left, Rhaella letting out a subtle breath as she nodded “then I suppose this meeting is finished” she stated casually before leaving the council room, letting out a heavier sigh than before, hurrying to her room with Ezzo and Ser Brienne in tow, Ser Brienne standing guard outside, as usual, while Ezzo walked into the quarters with the Queen, as per usual. Usually he just stood guard by the doors while inside, so there was someone on each side of the double doors that led to the chambers of the Queen herself.
It wasn’t long until Ricardo was presented by Ser Brienne, letting the old Maester into the Queen’s chambers before closing the doors again, Rhaella putting down her book and walking over to the nearby table, watching Ricardo as he put his tray of instruments down on it. “Your Grace… Maester Tarly has been asking for permission to… learn from these routine visits” Ricardo admitted hesitantly, Rhaella tensing up, studying the instruments on the tray that she’d come to know all too well, thinking. “Ser Brienne!” Rhaella called, the Queensgarde commander peeking her head in and Rhaella looked up at her “send for Maester Tarly. And my handmaiden Falia” she ordered, Ser Brienne nodding as she closed the doors again. “Thank you, Your Grace. Maester Tarly is most eager to learn” Ricardo admitted as he got everything ready, Rhaella nodding to herself as she looked at Ezzo, nodding to him. It was a special kind of nod. The one asking him to step outside, as she asked him every single time the Grand Maester came to inspect her scales.
Soon, the doors opened to reveal Maester Tarly and Falia, the handmaiden smiling at her Queen, bowing her head in a curtsy before walking over, picking up a backless chair, bringing it over to the table and putting it down in front of the Queen while Grand Maester Ricardo finished everything. “Your Grace?” Falia asked softly in such a sweet voice, Rhaella giving her a nod, her eyes briefly moving to Sam in the room before looking ahead again, her back to both Maesters and Falia nodded. She moved to stand behind her Queen, reaching up and beginning to unfasten small secret latches, being careful and gentle, as always, her gentle movements mostly to try and put her Queen at ease. Soon the entire back of the Queen’s gown was either removed or hanging loose, exposing her down to the curves of her hips and a little past them, her shoulders and arms completely bare. Falia helped put up Rhaella’s hair so it was out of the way, goosebumps spreading out over Rhaella’s exposed skin, a combination of the sudden cold air and her unease. Falia glanced over her shoulder at the two Maesters, knowing that it was the presence of the younger one that made the Queen more uneasy than usual today. Falia stepped aside as she was done removing the clothes, Rhaella clinging to the rest of her gown at her front, no longer held in place completely. She moved to sit on the chair, Falia moving to stand a little in front of her Queen, subtly reaching out her hand and Rhaella hesitated before gripping it, holding up her gown with her remaining hand.
Rhaella could hear the way Sam’s breath hitched when he saw her back, her eyes shutting tightly at his reaction. Her scales had spread again, Grand Maester Ricardo saying that the area around the edges of her scales were red, irritated, the areas she could reach had small scabs on them from her scratching them, mostly when she was asleep and unaware of doing it, her skin pale and almost looked thin, Sam could see her ribs as she bent over a little, curling into herself, almost as though trying to hide from what was about to happen, as though she was expecting the pain. Her skin around and under her scales seemed to almost be raised a little from her bony back. “Samwell, hand me the prodder” Ricardo ordered softly and Sam obeyed, handing the instrument to the old Maester, watching with intrigue as Ricardo wobbled closer to Rhaella’s exposed back, gently poking and prodding the reddened area around the newly spread scales that had begun to move up her neck this time, towards her hairline, the small silver hairs at the nape of her neck, Rhaella tried not to hiss in pain, wincing, brows scrunched together as she didn’t make a single sound, Sam watching with a small frown.
Ricardo continued to inspect the scales and the area around them, as he always had, at one point he used a sharp knife, a scalpel, trying to delicate cut the scales, just a small nick, no pressure put on the blade, but it didn’t go through, as Ricardo seemed to have expected. “And they still itch, Your Grace?”
“And burn. They’ve begun to burn…” she admitted, Sam stepping a little closer, leaning in to survey the scales, Ricardo frowning at his apprentice. “What is it, Samwell?”
“Well, it’s just-... it’s like-... an allergic reaction” Sam admitted sheepishly and Rhaella couldn’t help but scoff, a bittersweet smile on her lips “an allergic reaction? I’m allergic to myself now?” she asked with feigned amusement, Sam studying the area more closely before shaking his head “no, it’s like… there’s something under the scales that you’re allergic to.”
“Maester Tarly, that’s my skin and flesh under there” she hissed, trying to hide the tears in her golden eyes, Falia holding her hand still, clutching it tightly to comfort her Queen. “If I could just-... take a look, Your Grace?”
“How?”
“If you’d allow me to make a small incision-”
“Absolutely not!” Ricardo gasped with outrage, shaking his head “I’ve told you, explicitly, that you may have removed Grayscales by scalpel but that is not the right way to treat-”
“Let him try” Rhaella interrupted, her head raised a little more this time, looking over her shoulder at the two Maesters. “Tyres Westford tried to carve off one of my scales, Maester Tarly. For that, my dragon ate him, burnt him. I trust you know what you’re doing” she warned briefly before looking ahead again, clutching Falia’s hand even tighter. “I’ll fetch some milk of the poppy-”
“No.”
“Your Grace… it’ll be quite painful-”
“No milk of the poppy” she ordered again, glanicng up at Falia who gave her Queen a soft nod. I’m here with you, that nod said, and the Queen nodded in return, thank you, it said.
This was going to hurt, both of them knew it, but it couldn’t get any worse, could it? Her scales were sensitive and ached, the skin red and sore and irritated, the itching driving her to madness, it made her lose her appetite, the maddening itch that she just couldn’t scratch, she lost sleep, unable to sleep on her back, tossing and turning and trying to forget about the sore and itchy feeling all along her spine.
This was going to hurt, but it couldn’t get any worse.
The first touch of the blade made her flinch, the coldness of it like a soothing balm to the itchy burn she felt, and then came the icy sharp feeling, the tip of the blade tucked under the edge of one of her scales on her upper back. Her hand gripped Falia’s so tight that it almost cut off the blood circulation, and yet she didn’t make a single sound. She panted as she felt the blade go in further, the feeling both burning and icy cold at the same time, the feeling of the blade cutting her skin, reminding her of Tyres… of what he tried to do, and then… relief… Her eyes shot open as she felt something trail down her back that joined her life’s blood. “Seven above…” Ricardo muttered, Rhaella about to ask what was going on when she felt something push down on her scales and around where the cut was made, her breath stuck in her throat and her eyes shut tightly again, the pressing down continuing, and yet she didn’t make a sound. She panted, gasped, heaved for breath, but she never whimpered, never cried out in pain. “What’s going on?” Falia asked when she realised that her Queen wasn’t able to ask again herself, Ricardo frowning up at her before turning around to get cloth after cloth, helping Sam with something along the Queen’s back. “There was an infection under the edge of the scales. It must have spread along the ridges” Ricardo admitted as Sam continued to press. Falia leaned over and almost gasped at what she saw. Pus. Yellow pus, flooding out of the small incision with the life blood of her Queen, who was still clutching her hand tightly as Sam continued to press out the pus. After a while, Sam stepped back a little, Ricardo wiping the area again and Rhaella eased up her grip on Falia’s hand. “How’s that, Your Grace?” Sam asked and Rhaella turned her head to look over her shoulder at him. She was tired, sweat covering her forehead and she nodded, wincing a little as she tried to look over her shoulder at her back. “Better… but, I still feel pain…”
“I suspect it’s along the entirety of your scales, Your Grace” Sam informed with a wince and Rhaella tensed up before nodding “then it seems I best lay down, if you are to get all of it… and that milk of the poppy…”
“I’ll go get it, Your Grace. Sam, you begin” Ricardo ordered quickly, Falia helping Rhaella stand, Sam blinking at Ricardo who left in a hurry before looking back at the Queen as Falia helped her to a more comfortable seat. “Will the table do, Maester Tarly?” Falia asked sweetly and Sam hesitated before nodding “yes, it’ll do nicely, thank you” he stuttered out and Falia nodded, beginning to work on removing items off of the table to prepare it, the nice tablecloth removed and folded neatly on one of the chairs, all the chairs having been pulled back from the table. Falia moved to the large canopy bed in the back of the room, past a few thin curtains that sectioned off the area. She returned with the sheets, putting them out on the table, patting it down before walking back to Rhaella, helping her stand and walk over to the table, helping her lay down on her stomach, moving and bustling about to keep the Queen as covered as possible, to preserve her modesty. As she laid there, Sam got a closer look at her thin back. The Queen always wore clothes that covered her body mostly, gowns with long sleeves, yet it never seemed suspicious or out of place.
“Your Grace, if I may… you appear rather-... thin-”
“If that is the topic you wish to speak of, then you may not” she spoke coldly, arms under her head on the pillow, chin resting upon them as she stared out at nothing in particular, Fali glancing awkwardly at Sam, just as Ricardo returned with milk of the poppy, giving some of the dosage to the Queen, who downed it and nodded to them, Ricardo nodding back at her, picking up the tray with instruments that Falia had moved, placing it back on the table before picking up the scalpel, cleaning it off before beginning to make another incision a little lower than the last. He nodded Sam over to help him, the two starting to get to work. After each draining, she felt relief in that area, her eyes shut tightly, her hand clutching Falia’s. After a while, the two Maesters appeared pleased with their work, Ricardo praising Sam for his discovery, the modest Sam trying to brush it off as simple luck, looking at the right place at the right time, while Rhaella was deadly quiet. Ricardo looked at Falia who glanced at the door and Ricardo nodded. “Alright, Samwell, let’s leave the Queen to get dressed, she has many duties, after all” he stated politely, bowing at the Queen as she laid on her stomach on the table, Sam doing the same before leaving, Rhaella looking up at Falia who gave her a sweet smile. “How are you feeling?”
“Better… but it may be the milk of the poppy” she admitted and Falia nodded with a smile “well, let’s get you dressed then, Your Grace” she offered, helping the Queen off the table to get dressed and continue with her day and duties.
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lovebaela · 9 months ago
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THE DRAGON OF THE NORTH - MASTERLIST
(Bran Stark x Fem!Targaryen OC)
A/N - Not gonna lie yall, I’m more productive with this story on Wattpad 😭😭 I think I might stick with posting on there instead. The chapters I’ve posted here have been slightly changed there too. I’ll put the link of it below.
https://www.wattpad.com/story/367425499?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=lovebaela
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“ 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 , 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝑶𝒍𝒅 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒂 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒆 , 𝒊 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒏’𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅 .”
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⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ 𝑹𝑯𝑨𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑨 𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑮𝑨𝑹𝒀𝑬𝑵 ⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧
Rhaella is the daughter of Mad King Aerys’ younger brother. Before the rebellion of Robert Baratheon, he fled to the Summer Isles, where he fell in love with a woman. He married her and they both consummated their marriage. Rhaella doesn’t know much about her parents, and always struggled with having a true home. One fateful day, her cousin Viserys sent her away to the Starks. Little did he know, that was the start of her journey of self-discovery.
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“ 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒂 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌 , 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑴𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒆 , 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆’𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅 . 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 .”
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⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ 𝑩𝑹𝑨𝑵 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑲 ⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧
Bran is the fourth child of Eddard Stark and Catelyn Tully. All he ever wanted was to become a knight. He always thought one day he would join the kingsguard. That was until the day he found out he was betrothed to Rhaella. He didn’t think much of it, still able to be a warrior…until the day he became broken. All he wants is to find a purpose now in his life.
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✮ ₊ Chapters ✧ ᵔ₊ 𓆪
1, 2, 3, 4
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Disclaimer: I don’t own asoiaf, any pictures, or gifs that I use in the series🤍
Art by eleneyaart, fredrickruntu
Dividers by @saradika-graphics @saradika
Taglist: @lover-of-books-and-tea
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imbunnysan · 10 months ago
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