#Elaena Targaryen (OC)

[loksthegreat]

Thinking about the parallels between these two is my favorite thing in the world!

[jaenaratargaryen]

Daenaera Velaryon, Daena Targaryen, Rhaena Targaryen, and Elaena Targaryen

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

assholes

[maekarlargenaturals]

taking break from dicking w stylization to remind myself I can in fact still paint like this, using my Orys/Rhaenys secret bastard for practice

[viiisenyas]

Prologue: Made of Fire and Water

Series Summary: As the firstborn child to Ser Laenor Velaryon and Princess Rhaenyra, most believed that Elaena would succeed King Viserys’ chosen heir. But after her younger brother, Jacaerys, was named in her stead, the rumours amidst the royal court began to grow regarding her mother’s integrity. Years later, the whispers would not leave, and Elaena would find herself placed in a strategic match with Prince Aegon to placate her mother’s enemies. Little did she know, she had already become a pawn for the political game, and she would become the hidden advantage for the Greens.

Ship: Aegon II Targaryen x Elaena Velaryon (OC) Series Rating: 18+ (Minors DNI !!) Series Warnings: arranged marriage, canon divergence, smut, suicidal ideation, alcohol abuse, canon-typical incest, death, obsessive behaviour, dubious consent, graphic violence, sexual harassment, enemies to lovers Credits: Divider from here. A/N: This series begins at Episode 6. For narrative purposes, I've aged up some of the characters. This work is also Team Green positive. If you don't like it, keep scrolling.

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Elaena

The summer breeze swept past Elaena, and the warm sunlight kissed her copper skin. Her father’s dragon released a long roar while he carried both of them through the clouds, and she clung to Laenor.

Seasmoke began his descent towards Blackwater Bay after Laenor gently patted his scales, and the familiar sight of the Red Keep became larger as they neared King’s Landing.

The dragon levelled out just above the water, and her father gripped the handles of the saddle. 

Elaena let her gaze settle on the ships leaving the harbour, sailing to gods know where. The sight was still just as breathtaking as it was when she was but a young girl, still hoping that her own egg would hatch. But it never did.

He leaned forward, and the young princess grinned while Seasmoke began to ascend above the city as they flew over the docks. 

She always admired the great structure of the Dragonpit from this altitude. However, their flight would be over soon. It was time to return to her responsibilities, and to tend to her mother. Rhaenyra was due to give birth any day now, and her smile widened as her mind wandered to the prospect of finally having a younger sister. 

She wondered whether her supposed sister would have silvery hair and violet eyes like her own. Though she was nearly seventeen years of age, she couldn’t contain her excitement of introducing her sister to dolls when the time came. There were still many that she kept over the years that rested on display upon a shelf - some had been gifts that her paternal grandfather, Lord Corlys, had bestowed to her before leaving Driftmark when she was only eight. Others had been from King Viserys himself. 

The deafening flap of Seasmoke’s wings had pulled her from her thoughts as he circled the Dragonpit before he landed just outside the tunnel where the handlers were waiting. 

“Dohaerās, Seasmoke!” One of them commanded.

He growled, and Elaena gently patted his grey scales. 

“Umbās,” Laenor said firmly. “Rybās.”

Seasmoke snarled lightly as the young princess chuckled, and her father unlinked the chain around their waists.

“You did well, darling,” he chuckled softly. “Soon enough you’ll be riding alone on your own dragon.”

“But there aren’t any unclaimed dragons here, Father,” she frowned as Laenor helped her out of the saddle. 

“There’s plenty at Dragonstone, love,” Laenor smiled and gently poked her nose, making her chuckle. “We can venture there after your new sibling arrives.”

“Do you promise?”

“Of course, love.”

She glanced to her left to see the carriage waiting for them, and her gentle smile dissolved when she met Aegon’s violet gaze.

“My sweet niece,” he called with a wide grin as Sunfyre was being guided out of the Dragonpit.

Elaena resisted the urge to scowl as she dismounted her father’s dragon. 

She despised her uncle, and rather than physically tormenting her as he once had when they were children, he made a point of attempting to provoke her at every turn with his ridiculous innuendos. How he was nearly a man grown, yet still acted like a child at times was beyond her.

“Prince Aegon,” she reluctantly greeted, and Laenor offered the same courtesy. 

Her father pressed his lips together and avoided his good brother’s gaze as he encouraged her to pet Seasmoke, gently moving her hand across the beast’s neck. The dragon snarled softly in contentment when her palm moved against his scales. 

“Why don’t you return to the Red Keep while I fetch an egg for your new sibling,” Laenor suggested. “I’m sure your mother will want your company.”

“All right,” she nodded, and Laenor gently kissed her forehead before she turned to walk towards the carriage.

“Welcome back, Princess,” Ser Steffon greeted. He was sitting astride his white stallion and offered her a gentle smile.

“You look relieved, Ser Steffon,” she laughed.

He chuckled with her. “I am relieved,” he pointed out. “Your unspoiled return just saved my head from a spike.”

She turned to face him, now walking backwards. “If I met my death with my father astride Seasmoke, then I died the death of a dragon rider,” she outstretched her hands dramatically before she mockingly bowed. “It’d be an honour.”

“Aye,” he shook his head as Laenor chuckled. “The Lord Commander warned me you’d be just like your mother in her youth - and your aunt at that.”

Elaena couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped her, and she turned back with a wide grin. She didn’t notice that Aegon had moved closer, and she nearly collided with him as she released a sharp gasp.

“Fuck,” she huffed, stepping back.

“There are other ways to tame a dragon, sweet niece,” Aegon bent at the waist to whisper in her ear. “If you still yearn for one. Come to my chambers tonight, and I might show you how.”

Her stomach turned. She gave him a contemptuous look as she moved past him towards the carriage, and Aegon chuckled.

“May the gods shrivel his cock,” she muttered under her breath.

The sound of his voice was irritating, and his presence was almost unbearable as she resisted the urge to shiver with disgust.

“Good morrow, Elaena,” Helaena greeted from the carriage with a gentle smile, and her expression softened.

Elaena smiled widely as she approached her aunt while she took off her glove with her teeth. 

“Your mother has given birth,” the Targaryen princess said.

“Already?” She asked, voice muffled. “Is it a boy or a girl?”

“A boy,” Helaena nodded.

Elaena sighed with disappointment and looked down as she removed her other glove.

“What… auspicious news,” she forced a smile and peered back at Seasmoke as the dragon slithered back into the depths of the Dragonpit alongside her father. 

The sunlight reflected from the dragon’s grey scales in an iridescent haze, and Elaena turned back after she caught Aegon leering at her again, sitting astride Sunfyre.

She released a disgusted sigh, rolling her eyes before Helaena outstretched her hand towards her to invite her within the confines of the carriage.

“I do hope your flight with Ser Laenor was a pleasant one,” she tilted her head. 

“It was,” Elaena smiled softly as she grasped her hand and climbed the steps into the wheelhouse. “I must admit, I’m surprised that you’re not riding today. It’s been a while since Dreamfyre was let out.”

“She just laid a clutch of eggs,” Helaena beamed as the two settled together. “I heard that Lord Stark is coming to court from Winterfell. And his eldest sons.”

“Odd,” Elaena furrowed her brows. “The Starks haven’t been to the capital since my first name day.”

“They’re coming for Aegon’s tourney,” she elaborated, and gently squeezed her hand after her niece scoffed. “And perhaps a betrothal.” 

Elaena deadpanned as she resisted the unpleasant shiver that threatened. 

She had grown up on stories of the suspicious and superstitious ways of the Northerners - the stories of the Kings of Winter. A brutal lot, they were, and she dare not assume that the passing centuries had softened their hearts or their grim ways after her forebears had united the realm. Even if it weren’t true, she didn’t want to live out the rest of her days in the grey waste of their homeland.

“Gods, I hope not,” she muttered, and a giggle bubbled from Helaena.

The carriage ride back to Maegor’s Holdfast was tedious and Elaena gazed through the wicker covering while Helaena had fallen asleep. 

She watched as she passed through the capital, and placed her hand over her mouth and nose, unaccustomed to the stench as they passed through Flea Bottom. 

Elaena began to wonder what life would have been like had she been born a commoner rather than a princess. To be a simple peasant, someone who did not need to constantly question why her younger brother, Jacaerys, was named her mother’s heir, and not her. 

She was the eldest of the Velaryon siblings, after all, and the unsettling thought plagued her mind for years. Was it really because she was a woman? Or was it simply to honour Westerosi tradition? But she was painfully aware that her grandsire had already broken that tradition with her mother. 

Her father once told her that it was because Rhaenyra didn’t want to burden Elaena with the responsibility of ruling when the time came. But she knew in her heart it was something… deeper. 

She possessed the typical traits of House Velaryon: silver-white curls, copper skin and violet eyes. Her younger brothers, however, did not inherit the same traits. But of course, that was yet another matter that was meant to be left unspoken. 

When the two finally arrived at the Red Keep, Elaena walked with her aunt through the castle in comfortable silence until they parted ways to tend to their own devices. 

She made haste to her bedchamber to change out of her riding attire. Having settled on a fine cerulean gown, she sighed softly when she gazed into the looking glass while her handmaiden, Rinna, quietly fussed over the mess of her wind-tousled curls. 

“Are you sure you do not wish to style it in the tradition of your house, Princess?” the woman asked. “It would be more manageable.”

“I like my hair just the way it is, thank you,” Elaena rolled her eyes playfully while she anxiously smoothed out the lingering wrinkles of the skirt of her gown with her hands.

“A braid then?” Rinna raised a brow, “Perhaps over your shoulder?”

“Sure.”

“You must be eager to meet your new brother, no?” she smiled. 

“Positively,” Elaena said flatly and examined her fingernails. “I was just hoping that I’d have a sister.”

“Perhaps some day, my princess.”

It didn’t take long for the woman to finish the fishtail, and she tied a leather strap on the ends of her hair to hold it in place.

“There,” Rinna said and pushed the braid over her shoulder before Elaena could reach upwards to do it herself. 

“Thank you,” she smiled sheepishly. 

“Now go. If you delay any longer, your mother will send the guards to come find you,” the handmaiden gave her a pointed look as she stood.

“Do I look like I’ve been out riding?” Elaena asked as she moved towards her door.

“No, but you do smell like you’ve been out.”

“Seven Hells,” she muttered as she glanced around.

There was no time to mask the distinct scent with rosemary oil, and Elaena huffed before she made haste out of her room. She walked quickly throughout the Red Keep, mindlessly greeting every other lord that gently bowed their heads until she rounded the corner towards the next stairwell.

Quiet curses escaped her when she lifted her skirts to skip the steps. She could never understand why King Maegor had left his descendants with a ridiculously enormous castle - that in itself was inherently cruel - but she sighed with relief when she finally approached her mother’s doors and knocked quietly on them.

“Come,” Rhaenyra’s voice resonated, her tone welcoming.

Elaena opened the door and slowly poked her head inside with a sheepish smile. 

“Hello, Mother… Apologies for my tardiness, I was—”

Oh. 

She wasn’t expecting Ser Harwin to be standing beside her mother, and he offered a kind smile as he handed the newborn babe to Rhaenyra. 

Rhaenyra smiled. “Come in, sit with me a while.”

“I, uh… Of course,” she nodded, letting the door close behind her. 

“Princess,” Harwin greeted with a nod.

“Ser Harwin,” she raised her eyes out of courtesy as she sat on the plush sofa beside her mother. Then her eyes drifted back down towards her brother.

Elaena resisted the urge to frown, and she tilted her head. The boy looked like her other brothers. 

“Where is your father?” Rhaenyra furrowed her brows.

“He’s at the Dragonpit. He said he wanted to choose an egg for the babe.” she shrugged.

“You stink of dragon,” her mother pointed out, disapprovingly. “You went riding with him, didn’t you?”

“I– yes,” Elaena looked away with guilt for a moment before she raised her index finger. “But, I’ve already finished my lessons for the day, and Father wanted to take me riding for practise.”

“You’ll claim a dragon sooner than you think,” Rhaenyra chuckled softly. “But I do hope you’ve learned something today, Elaena. The Septa has informed me that you still struggle with paying attention.” 

She scoffed and pressed her lips together. “If she didn’t speak so slowly, perhaps I’d be more inclined,” she rolled her eyes. “I learn far more from Grandfather than I do from her.”

Ser Harwin smiled, and a quiet laugh escaped him.

“It is still important to focus - even if you find yourself on the edge of tedium.” Rhaenyra gave her a pointed look, and Elaena sighed softly, nodding.

“I’ll try.”

“Well, Elaena, I want you to meet your new brother, Joffrey.”

Joffrey? she thought as she pressed her lips together. That isn’t a Valyrian name.

“Do you want to hold him?” her mother tilted her head. 

Elaena met her gaze and nodded before reaching to gently pull the babe from her grasp as she stood. Elaena cradled the boy in her arms just as she was taught to with Lucerys. 

The babe’s eyes roamed around the grandeur room before he sneezed and the little sound made her giggle. 

“He is very charming, Mother.” 

“Yes,” she agreed. “He is the smallest one out of all of you. And incidentally… you were the largest - and my worst labour.”

Elaena hummed and shifted slowly, keeping her violet eyes on him before she looked at the downy brown hair that thinly covered his head. 

Her brows furrowed, and she discreetly looked up at Ser Harwin who had been watching her sway Joffrey. There were quite a few similarities between them. Between all of them, she finally realised.

It began to make sense why he always seemed to be in their company, and Elaena drew in a breath as she processed the knowledge.

And here I thought he was just being kind.

“I’ll be taking my leave now,” Ser Harwin said, and Elaena cast a sidelong glance in his direction that he didn’t seem to notice.

Her mother emitted a soft hum in response before the knight walked out of the room. Elaena watched him intently before the door closed again, and she cleared her throat. 

“Do you need anything, Mother? Water, perhaps?” She asked as she looked at Rhaenyra. 

The woman shook her head. “No, I’m quite content right now, my darling. Thank you.” 

Elaena slowly sat back down beside her, being careful not to wake the now sleeping infant, continuing to sway him. 

“When I was your age, I couldn’t bear the thought of having children. But everything changed after you were born.” Rhaenyra offered a soft smile, and Elaena returned it. 

The simple acknowledgement quelled most of her doubts, but some still lingered as she looked at Joffrey again. 

“Mother, what are your plans for my future?”

“What do you mean, darling?” Rhaenyra tilted her head as she shifted on the sofa. 

“I mean…” she began, choosing her words carefully. “I’m almost seventeen. The queen said I should be betrothed by now, and Helaena informed me that the Starks might be coming to the capital for one. I-I don’t want to leave home only to be locked away at Winterfell.” 

Rhaenyra exhaled slowly, and she paused in thought as she reached to tuck a loose curl behind Elaena’s ear. 

“My sweet girl,” she leaned closer to her daughter and cupped her cheek. “You descend from the greatest dynasty that has ever been established. You have the blood of Aegon the Conqueror, and you are the granddaughter of the greatest voyager. I’m sure that your future husband wouldn’t dare.”

Elaena drew in a breath and leaned against the backrest of the sofa. 

“But, the Starks are our allies,” she said. “And from what I understand, Cregan Stark will be the Warden of the North when the time comes. Regardless of who you wed, you must do your duty to the realm. But for now, you needn’t worry about such things until your red flower blooms.”

Duty. The word settled bitterly in her mind. Lying on her back to later squeeze out an heir for some lord in exchange for a stale oath didn’t seem to be that favourable of a prospect.

The young princess nodded as she masked her disappointment with a polite smile before she gently handed her brother back to her mother.

Gods willing, I’ll just turn up barren, she thought with contempt.

[valaenatargaryensdragon]

Elaena Targaryen aesthetic

Elaena Targaryen, daughter of Daemon Targaryen and Lady Laena Valeryon, niece of King Viserys I Targaryen. Elaena Targaryen, step-daughter of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen.

Rider of Vēzos the golden dragon. Wife of Aemond Targaryen and mother to all of his four children, Aelora Targaryen, Rhaegar Targaryen, Maegor Targaryen and Rhaella Targaryen.

Loyal to both her father and husband Elaena was the contact line between the greens and blacks during the war and was a main player in the peace that ended the war soon after it started.

[aurorasilverthorne]

Fire & Blood AU

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Characters:

Baela Targaryen

Elder daughter of Laena Velaryon and Daemon Targaryen. Wife and queen of Aemond Targaryen. Mother to Vaemond, Visenya, Elaena, and Aerion. The rider of Tyraxes, a he-dragon with piercing ebony eyes, seafoam green scales, silver crests, and onyx black claws and horns. Known as a kind and generous queen with a gentle heart when it comes to the well-being of children and animals.

Aemond Targaryen

The second son and child of Viserys and Alicent Hightower. Brother to Helaena and Aegon. King and husband of Princess Baela Targaryen and father to Vaemond, Visenya, Elaena, and Aerion. Rider of the unpredictable female dragon Shrykos with her gold eyes, navy blue scales, brilliant rose gold crests, and pearl white horns and claws. Known for being an austere man with a tactical mind. Has a gentle hand when it comes to his wife and their children.

Vaemond Targaryen

The firstborn son of Aemond Targaryen and Baela Targaryen, the Crowned Prince of Dragonstone and heir to the throne of Westeros. Brother to Visenya, Elaena, and Aerion. The rider of Vermax, a mercurial he-dragon with olive green scales, orange eyes with matching frills, and a red spine. Known for being an introvert with a keen intellect and plethora of patience.

Visenya Targaryen

Eldest daughter of Aemond and Baela Targaryen. Sister to Vaemond, Elaena, and Aerion. Rider of Arrax, a young male dragon with purple wing membranes, pearlescent white scales, orange frills, and amber eyes. Best known for her beauty, compassion, and outgoing nature.

Elaena Targaryen

Third born child and second daughter of Aemond and Baela Targaryen. Rider of Morghul, a dragon with obsidian black scales, maroon wing membranes, and fire green eyes with deep bronze claws and horns. Known for her playful, adventurous personality and for possessing a fierce temper and a sharp tongue.

Aerion Targaryen

Youngest child and second born son of Aemond and Baela. Brother to Vaemond, Visenya, and Elaena. Rider of Tessarion, a cobalt blue female dragon with bright copper crests and claws. Known for his love of books, music, and dancing. A shy, affectionate, and soft-spoken boy.

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Disclaimer: I do NOT own House of the Dragon or any of its characters.

Reminder: Vaemond, Visenya, Elaena, and Aerion are my OCs, so they all belong to me. If anyone wants to use them in fanart or fanfiction, please remember to credit me as their creator. Thank you.

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ELAENA TARGARYEN | STARTER CALL

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Houses and Families

192 AC

Rhaena had arranged for Viserys to court Lady Agatha Plumm.

Agatha Plumm was the granddaughter of Lord Albert the first cousin of the late Lord Ossifer Plumm.

Lady Agatha had been a witness to Viserys' training, good capabilities as well as his mine management, she had her own castles as a courtesy of her distant uncle, and she had also been a lady in waiting to the Princess Daenerys Targaryen.

The match of Agatha and Viserys was a good one, it would help both House Plumm and House Targaryen, and remove any stain of distrust the Plumms had.

Now, they only had to wait two months for Viserys to turn six and ten in order to marry them.

Rhaena was helping in all she could with aid from her cousin Laena Velaryon while they were in one of the solars in Plumm Castle. Laena was looking at the costs of the wedding and Rhaena the decorations and accommodations for the assistants, the wedding was being made in the Westerlands and Viserys helped Laena and Rhaena understand the customs of the Westerlanders.

"So, they want a luncheon in front of the sept?" Laena, who was sitting at Rhaena's left side and reading the petitions of Agatha's household, asked and Rhaena nodded.

"Yes, and Agatha wants her maiden cloak to be made of linen, not silk, same with the marriage cloak"

As Agatha and Viserys belonged to the same house, there would be need of two cloaks bearing the sigil of House Plumm to symbolize Agatha would leave her father's branch of the family to now and henceforth be part of Viserys' branch.

"Had they been born in House Targaryen or Velaryon there would not be a need for cloaks ; they only would have to wear clothes in our houses' colors alongside dragonglass jewelry in the shape of dragons or seahorses or they could simply have just a Valyrian ceremony."

"Yes, but they are Plumms, and that removes a Valyrian ceremony or House clothing and jewelry out of the question."

"Yes, you know, Viserys and Agatha are already close so I hope they have a good marriage." Laena grinned at Rhaena.

"Let's hope so, and if not, we need to remind Viserys about the marital treatment his wife deserves."

At that moment Elaena appeared in front of them standing next to the open door and as Laena's grin dropped Rhaena smacked her forehead mentally, she should have foreseen Laena would not like being near Elaena, even if she was helping in her son's wedding.

Laena was still mad at Elaena for having had an affair with her father during her mother Baela's last days and continuing it after she died before Alyn got lost in the sea.

"Elaena! What are you doing here?" If they quickened whatever Elaena wanted to discuss they would not fight.

"I wanted to check how you are doing, and if there is a problem with Agatha or Viserys." Elaena spoke as she tried to have visual contact with Laena but Laena immediately dropped her gaze to the parchments in her hands.

"There is none, everything is going well, or do you have any doubt in our efforts?" Laena answered curtly.

"No, there is no doubt Laena, but I wanted to thank you for helping my son on his special day."

"How could I not? After all, Viserys was fostered by me during three years under Rhaena's guiding, it's the least I could do for my best friend's nephew."

Small and subtle jab, Laena was surely clever. Rhaena wanted to answer but Elaena beat her to it.

"I thank your concern for my son, he likes you a lot" Elaena replied as she tried to get closer to Laena without her noticing it and exploding. "His siblings are glad to know you are helping him."

"That's nice of them" Laena replied back and a strand of silvery-white hair fell from her loose bun shielding her face from Elaena.

"Will your brother come to Viserys' wedding?"

"Well, my brother from my mother's womb will come I can assure you, his family and him developed affections for Viserys when he was at High Tide, why the question Elaena?"

"Well, I was wondering if you would like to have Jon and Jeyne sitting with you."

That made Laena lift her gaze and glare at Elaena, and Rhaena witnessed a pair of furious pastel purple eyes staring into the hopeful lilac ones.

"Why would you think that?"

"It's been a long time since they last saw you all and they just want to spend some time with their older siblings."

"We know they exist and have already accepted them as my father's children, they do not need to ask for more from House Velaryon."

Rhaena knew Elaena was well aware of that already; Rhaena had paid the Velaryons in gold the weight of the twins when they were born, and as Rhaena had planned to help Elaena raise them and building a sept of their own for Jon and Jeyne, Laena asked her to first spend a whole year in Driftmark overseeing the construction of new properties for her Velaryon cousins atoning for what they deemed a betrayal, Viserys being a squire for them was also a condition the Velaryons had set in order to forgive the Targaryens.

"As I told you, they just want to spend time with their siblings, they haven't seen you in ages, please Laena, it's for the best of us."

Laena clenched her jaw and placed her fist under her chin as she pondered, displaying her famous clawed scar that laid in her left arm since her monstrous dragon-like wyrm had attacked her, and Rhaena was silently praying Laena would no longer harbor such a deep hatred for her half siblings. Whatever had happened between Elaena and Alyn did not need to affect the relationship between their children.

"They may" Laena sighed and Elaena gave her a small smile as Rhaena was secretly grinning for Laena seeing the light. "They will be seated two seats away from the great-grandchildren of Daemion Velaryon though, and they will have to address us as my Lady and my Lord and they can not wear House Velaryon's colors."

"I will make sure of that, thank you Laena." Quickly Elaena left and Rhaena felt she could breathe again.

"I have to admit… I didn't think you would accept, why did you do it?" Rhaena snickered.

"Does accepting your nephews in their own brother's wedding bother you?" Laena's attention was back at the parchments.

"No, but since you are helping with the organization of the wedding and your siblings will attend I didn't think you would want to sit near Jon and Jeyne."

"Those kids have Velaryon blood, I will not deny it, but I can not forgive their mother for having laid with my father while my mother was sick, she disrespected her and those kids are the proof of that."

While it was true Alyn had not been exactly a faithful husband, he had gone back to Driftmark to bury Baela and before Alyn left for his not yet known last voyage he said he needed to be in the sea to clear his mind. Elaena had hoped to marry Alyn after he returned but he never came back, and Laena refused to talk to Elaena after that and refused to help in the funds for the raising of Jon and Jeyne.

Rhaena thought that was because it was far easier for Laena to hate Elaena than blame her deceased lost in the sea father for having cheated on Baela.

"Are you finished? It would be good to rest a little for you Rhaena?"

"No, I want to make sure everything is in order once again."

"More work for Rhaena The Pious Targaryen then?'' Laena snorted, sputtering Rhaena's sobriquet that the smallfolk gave her. "How is it you gained that sobriquet?"

"Well, just when I became a septa I stopped a fight between a septon and a mass of smallfolk who did not want to pay the taxes that man was asking."

"How did you stop him?"

"I told him the gods would not induce such heavy taxes on people who work hard every day to bring food to their tables."

"Ooh! That's my bad girl!" Laena chuckled and Rhaena rolled her eyes.

…

Days later Viserys and Rhaena were joined by the rest of the royal family having a celebration dinner to wish Viserys the best as he would marry Agatha and wanted to meet the maiden who would be Viserys' side.

Rhaena felt a wave of nostalgia as she saw Daeron's children who she had helped raise now with their own wives and children; Maekar and his wife Dyanna Dayne -a lovely maid who had been Maekar's friend since childhood- had had a baby they named Daeron in honor of the King. Rhaena was happy Maekar got to marry for love, as he had always been dutiful and self-demanding, he deserved to be happy.

Rhaena already had organized her nephew's wedding but she still felt that Viserys was a little boy who asked her to sing him before he slept and now he was getting married.

"Aunt Rhaena!" Rhaegel shouted drifting from his wife Alys Arryn who was barely showing her pregnancy.

Rhaena loved spending time with Rhaegel, he looked so much like his father Daeron and was the calmest prince as well.

"Rhaegel! How are you?"

"I've been fine, Alys is pregnant and I can't wait to meet our little dragons"

"Dragons?"

"I think we are having twins."

"That's wonderful! Congratulations Rhaegel."

Rhaena sat by Rhaegel's side and they continued talking as they ate, relishing in their stories.

"... And you won't believe it, the other day I saw the ever-serious Maekar laughing to one of Dyanna's japes." Rhaegel laughed and Rhaena widened her eyes as she chuckled. Maekar was famous for being serious, but it seemed married life had made him way happier than what everyone expected.

"Well, that's certainly a miracle." Rhaena snickered.

…

After dinner finished Rhaena went for a walk in the gardens where she found her soon to be good-niece sat in the godswood dressed in a black coat, her dark cinnamon brown hair was let loose.

"Agatha" The young woman looked over her shoulder and smiled at Rhaena.

"Hi Rhaena" she said.

Something that Rhaena liked about being a septa is that she no longer had to worry about formality.

"Does it bother you if I join you?"

"Of course not, no one can deny how peaceful the godswood is."

"Yes, it's true" Rhaena said as she sat next to Agatha.

"You know, there are stories told by the bards that say we Plumms actually come from the Age of Dawn, I don't really know if it's true but if it is then I am grateful we still worship the Old Gods from time to time as the First Men did."

Agatha showed Rhaena the book she was holding which pictured a Child of the Forest and one of the First Men.

"Do you think Viserys won't mind if I still pray to the Old Gods?"

"Agatha, you know Viserys, as long as you are happy he will not have any problem, he may believe more in the New Gods but he will always respect you if you don't do it."

"Thanks, I'm nervous, I hope our marriage will be a good one and that Viserys will be a good father."

"Viserys' father may have died long before he was born" As they all said it happened when his biological father had actually been the deceased king that was now remembered as the Unworthy "But my sister raised him well, he will be good to any children you have."

"I'm not saying everything will be perfect, but I know you will overcome any obstacle that may appear."

"Thank you, I hope I can make him happy."

"You will."

Rhaena gave her a smile that Agatha replied and in that moment Rhaena was no longer afraid for Viserys and Agatha.

…

The wedding was a grand event.

There were bards and singers, flowers brought from the Reach, certain jewels made of dragonglass were also on display and many Lords and Ladies had come to attend the wedding.

Rhaena was in Agatha's room where her maids were finishing her make up and being careful not to damage the delicate braid they had made, Agatha's hair looked lustrous as they had applied many oils and it complemented her ivory wedding gown that carried diamonds and rubies that was covered by the cloak of House Plumm.

"I think that's all, thank you, you all can leave" the maids curtsied and left at Rhaena's command.

"How do I look?" Agatha uttered

"Like a princess" Agatha scoffed but chuckled at Rhaena's jape, neither Viserys nor Agatha had looked at each other during the last week and the nerves were gnawing them but now in this very day they would be married and would spend the rest of their lives together.

At that moment they heard a knock and as Rhaena opened the door she found her sister Elaena and Lord Albert Plumm who slowly entered the room. Elaena smiled at Agatha and joined their hands to squeeze them.

"I have a gift for you" Elaena got her hand in the pocket of her gown and revealed a necklace made out of yellow diamonds that carried an amethyst, Rhaena knew Elaena was doing it to show House Plumm she would not interfere with Agatha's ruling as the Lady Plumm more than she already did and to show her loyalty to the Westerlanders.

"It's a lovely necklace, thank you your grace"

"I am to be your good-mother, just call me Elaena."

As soon as Elaena put on Agatha the necklace Lord Albert sighed and hugged his daughter, once they both pulled apart, they all walked out of the room to go to the sept where Viserys waited.

Viserys looked handsome too, like a knight out of a fairytale and was beaming radiantly once he looked at Agatha in the sept. Lord Albert walked her to the dais and removed the maiden cloak so that Viserys could now cloak her thus symbolizing Viserys and Agatha would now form a new branch of House Plumm.

Rhaena let herself look her surroundings: Jon and Jeyne were sat near their siblings, Elaena and her husband Ronnel Penrose were sat with their four toddlers, the copper brown haired Robin and the platinum haired Laena, Rhaena was sure Elaena named her second daughter like that to regain their cousin's esteem, who both had sparkling purple eyes, and the dark silver haired Jocelyn of light brown eyes while the dark red haired Joy had deep wine-purple eyes; Rhaena also had noticed her cousin the King Daeron and his family were attending the wedding too.

Rhaena could now let herself smile, everything was well.

[rainwingmarvel7]

currently debating whether or not to give Nadya up to 3 more children, despite the fact that she already has seven living children and 11 total…

[loksthegreat]

“In the aftermath of the passing of Queen Elaena IV, a heavy veil of grief fell upon Kingslanding, and thousands of men and women flooded the septs of the city. The coronation of Rhaegar II, seven days after his mothers death, was a overshadowed by the loss of ‘the mother of the realm’, no matter how beloved the young king himself had been as a prince, in these dark hours that saw the realm united in mourning, few believed that any ruler yet to come could live up to the image of the velaryon Queen. Soon questions rose as to how the king thought to go about the conflicts with the north, and it was not until little over two fortnights later, that the kings brother, prince Aeron I, arrived at Winterfell, alone, dressed all in black and only armed with his fathers sword, dark sister, strapped to his side. The prince, who in his youth, had been assumed by all of his Maesters to become an outstanding Maester of his own one day, was only 21 years of age, and ‘the old wolf of winter’, Lord Torrhen Stark, who had lost all of his sons and daughters, safe for Lady Alara and Lady Berena, to the war in the Riverlands, where he had fought and killed the princes father, King Rhaegar I, was said to have come to face him with his favored heavy crossbow drawn and aimed at the princes heart. The conversation of the wolf and the prince, who announced himself the Hand of the King, upon desaddleing his horse, and would be known as ‘Lord Peacemaker’ in the following years, remains unknown, for no maester was present to write it down, but prince Aeron would return to his brothers throne unharmed and with him he brought the loyalty of the north.” - sons and daughters of the crown, by Maester Wyland

[jaenaratargaryen]

Daenaera Velaryon and her daughters Daena, Rhaena, and Elaena

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

modern au of my targ ocs.

gonna draw El with the man she SHOULD be with later.

but. y'know. for now

tw, Targcest/Incest. I don't condone it, or enjoy it. they suck together.

they're celebs. Aenar is an actor, Elaena is a musician. He kinda makes her dress/sing a certain way. This bitch would be country emo if she could be.

[sansaorgana]

— SISTER'S CHOICE

BROKEN OATH (AU)

PAIRING — Ser Gwayne Hightower x fem!Reader // Princess Elaena Targaryen (OC)

SUMMARY — You manage to escape Oldtown after fifteen years of marriage to Ser Gwayne Hightower in order to join your sister Rhaenyra in the upcoming war. Despite the oath given to Rhaenyra, you struggle to be away from your husband and children. Things complicate when you meet Gwayne in the battlefield.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — It’s written from the Reader’s perspective but she is a Targaryen and Rhaenyra's younger sister. I did not describe any of her body or face features except for that she has silver hair, lilac eyes and her name is Elaena. The story is quite long already so I haven't described the beginnings of Reader/Elaena with Gwayne or her childhood – you can find them in the "Broken Oath" fanfic (link above), which is an AU of this one (or this one is an AU of "Broken Oath" 🙈). Canon events are treated very loosely here for the purpose of the plot (Rook's Rest for example).

WARNINGS — Reader/Elaena is responsible for the deaths in the battlefield & if you're Team Black you might be unhappy about the ending (+ I don't like Daemon and it shows, sorry)

WORD COUNT — 9,930 (💀)

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

SISTER'S CHOICE

It was quite a long trip from Oldtown to Dragonstone but you hadn’t made any stops and now both you and your dragon were exhausted. The sun was slowly rising when you arrived but you had a weird feeling deep in your guts – some sort of anxiety – before seeing your sister after fifteen years. How would you even greet her now? What would you say? That fear alone was stopping you from landing.

Eventually, you spotted a few people looking out for you from the castle. They had to be wondering what were you doing, circling around Dragonstone without clear intentions. After spotting your sister’s long silver hair in the wind, you decided to order Onyx to land on the sandy beach and you waited for someone to come out and greet you.

Sighing, you looked around and breathed in the fresh air. It felt so odd to be out of Oldtown – you hadn’t left it in fifteen years. Not even once. You had grown so used to it that you nearly missed it now. You certainly missed your children. They had to slowly wake up now and you wondered what your husband would tell them about your sudden absence.

Would they understand? Would they grow up to hate you? They were only children, you couldn’t expect them to comprehend the complicated situation of the upcoming war, the delicacy of your family’s relations. And what kind of mother abandoned her children like that? Perhaps it was true what they were saying about The Targaryens – just like dragons they rode, they were difficult to tame. Even an obedient and dutiful Princess like you still had fire and blood running through her veins.

Finally, you spotted your sister and a few of her guards walking towards you. You took off the hood of your cloak and petted nervous Onyx to calm her down. 

“Sister,” Rhaenyra greeted you and you hurried to her side, leaving your dragon behind you. You gave her an anxious smile as your eyes scanned hers carefully.

She had grown older those past fifteen years but you couldn’t help a feeling that she had grown sadder, too. Either way, she was still your sister but also your Queen now.

“You came, Elaena,” Rhaenyra smiled at you nervously.

“My Queen,” you bowed down and the hood of your cloak fell onto your head again. Rhaenyra chuckled at that and approached you to fix it.

“It is green,” she pointed out while caressing the fabric of your cloak when you two were face-to-face now. Then, her fingers moved down to the golden clasp, which was The Hightower emblem.

“Forgive me,” you unclasped the cloak and let it fall down on the sand. “I am here now, by my sister’s side,” you told her.

“Come, we’ll make space for Onyx in the dragonpit,” Rhaenyra smiled at your dragon and tilted her head a little. “She’s as big as Caraxes now, do you know?”

You were surprised. You had no idea that your young and small dragon had grown so big. It was also unexpected that it had happened in Oldtown where Onyx had been alone and you had not been flying on her often either. She had been spoiled with sheep and your affection but that would be it, really. Other than that, she had been pretty bored there.

“I am glad,” you smiled at your sister. You wanted to take her by her arm but something was stopping you – some invisible barrier between you two and it was not because she was The Queen, no. 

She had always been your father’s heir to you anyway. You had gotten used to the fact that Rhaenyra was your superior. The barrier was caused by the fifteen years apart. Despite knowing it was your sister, despite sharing the same blood, the same silver hair, the same lilac eyes – it was a stranger walking down the beach with you.

“Why did you come?” Rhaenyra asked, genuinely. The guards left you behind and watched Onyx fly up again to rest in the dragonpit after the long journey.

“You need dragons and dragonriders in the upcoming war with Aegon,” you answered, a little surprised as if you couldn’t understand why she had even asked that. It was obvious, after all.

“You loved him when he was a babe, did you not?” Rhaenyra smiled gently.

“I love him still, just like I love you – and to you I have sworn my loyalty,” you answered.

“Haven’t you sworn it to your husband, too, on your wedding day?” She kept inquiring and you grew uncomfortable with that. You didn’t want her to mention Gwayne because you were trying your hardest not to think of him.

“Are you suspecting I might be my father-in-law’s spy?” You suddenly turned your head around to look deep into her eyes. “If so, you hurt me deeply.”

“I would never suspect that!” Rhaenyra gasped and held your wrist to squeeze it assuringly. “You have been telling me in your letters that your marriage is a good one, that you love your children dearly. And now you are here, with me,” she pointed out.

“The war is coming,” you only shook your head.

Hadn’t she been expecting you to come and join her? In her letter, you had read that between the lines and now she was shocked to see you? When she had been asking for your loyalty and for remembering your oath… What had she been exactly expecting?

However, you had no opportunity to continue this conversation because you reached the castle and your uncle Daemon was waiting there with a very unpleasant expression on his face.

At first, your heart swelled in your chest at the sight of him. You wanted to run up to him and greet him like back in the old days when you had been a young girl and he would bounce you on his knee. But you froze at the sight of him eyeing you up and down as if you were an intruder.

“What does she want?” He asked Rhaenyra and you swallowed thickly at that tone of his voice.

“She is my sister, Daemon. She came to support me,” Rhaenyra explained.

“And you believe her?” Daemon whispered but you could hear him perfectly well.

“I can hear you, Uncle,” you nodded at him and he shot you a cold glance.

“That is King Consort to you. We don’t trust Hightower cunts here,” he drawled out.

“Daemon!” Rhaenyra scolded him and you were standing there, petrified.

You were not used to being treated this way. In Oldtown you were a Lady of the town – every man was bowing his head at you, they were showing you nothing but respect and your own Lord Husband would challenge Daemon this very moment if he had heard or seen the way you were treated.

But your Lord Husband was not here because you had abandoned him to join your sister. Your sister – not Daemon. So, you held your head high and clenched your jaw at him.

“I am Princess Elaena Targaryen,” you introduced yourself to him in case he had somehow forgotten. “Lady Hightower, to you, dear Uncle. Lady of Oldtown,” you added even though the last title was not technically yours yet as long as your father-in-law was alive but you had been ruling the city in his name alongside your husband for fifteen years now and everyone called you that.

Daemon, however, found your titles somehow funny. He chuckled at you.

“Onyx has grown, Daemon,” Rhaenyra informed him. There was a hint of harshness in her voice that made shivers go down your spine. Something deeply disturbing was going on between them and you had a feeling her marriage was not as wonderful as she had been describing it to you in her letters. “She’s as big as Caraxes now,” she added.

“But not as experienced,” Daemon dismissed that and laid his eyes on you again. He squinted them and looked you up and down before speaking to you again eventually. “Well, come in, Elaena. We are not in a position to refuse any dragonriders,” he said and turned around to walk away.

You looked at Rhaenyra, questioningly.

“Forgive him, he is nervous about the war and we have also lost our child recently… Our baby girl was born dead,” she sighed and caressed your arm.

“I am so sorry to hear that,” you whispered and gave her a hug. “Still, that gives him no right to speak to you in such a manner. You are his Queen, but, most importantly, his Lady Wife,” you explained. “Such manners are shocking to me.”

“It makes me glad,” Rhaenyra answered mysteriously and you furrowed your brow, “for it means that you had never experienced such treatment from your husband.”

You were given your own chambers in the part of the castle reserved for the royal family and you knew that it was the highest standard for Dragonstone but you missed your chambers in Oldtown dearly. The comfort was incomparable… The Hightower was cosier and warmer – it was full of wood and colours instead of the cold, grey stone. The Reach was warmer overall and the sound of the waves was soothing there, meanwhile in Dragonstone the stormy weather was keeping you up all night.

Not just the sound of the raging sea but also thoughts of your family. Each evening you were crying yourself to sleep, imagining the bedtime of your children, remembering all the rituals Gwayne was doing before going to sleep and you missed them dearly. You especially missed laying in your bed together and discussing your day – trying to work out some problems around Oldtown or with your children… Sometimes gossipping together. And now, you were squeezing your pillow tight and trying to communicate with your husband telepathically. Yet, you still had no idea what you would tell him if it was possible.

He hadn’t written you any letter and you couldn’t blame him since you left Oldtown without even a note on his desk. Yet, each time there were new letters coming to Dragonstone, you were expecting to see the familiar green envelope and your husband’s handwriting; begging you to come back. Gwayne, however, had his pride and you couldn’t be sad or angry about it now because you had always admired him for it.

Seeing Rhaenyra’s relationship with Daemon was only making you miss Gwayne more. He was a Lord Husband that so many women could only dream of – even The Queen of The Seven Kingdoms, apparently.

Daemon was not the only person treating you with a hint of mistrust. Your aunt Princess Rhaenys was by your side but even young Jacaerys was staring at you without a word most of the time even though you had been playing with him and bouncing him on your knee when he had been a babe.

It was not easy to get used to all of this – the coldness and emptiness of your chambers, the treatment of others. From the beloved Lady of Oldtown to a mistrusted Princess, a prodigal sister.

Your loyalty and surname that had been given to you through marriage was being brought up regularly, mostly by Daemon – especially during dinnertime or supper.

“It was not my choice to marry a Hightower and even if it was… I married Gwayne fifteen years ago. No one could have suspected this war…” You rolled your eyes at one more remark by the dinner table.

“Don’t be naive, Elaena!” Daemon snapped. “Everyone has suspected. That was the very reason why Otto Hightower sent you to his son in Oldtown.”

You didn’t answer and you felt the eyes of everyone staring at you and expecting some sort of remark. Daemon smirked at your silence, feeling like the winner.

“I am not used to being yelled at and treated in such a way. And I am certainly not used to dinnertime being a battle between the family members,” you stated calmly.

“Go back to Oldtown then,” Daemon scoffed. “If you find it so insufferable here, then go back to your husband. Do you think he is going to greet you with open arms after such betrayal?” He laughed and shook his head while taking a sip of the wine. “He is going to greet you with his sword instead, Princess,” he mocked your title and you swallowed your food thickly, feeling your stomach turning upside down.

Daemon had only voiced out the anxiety that you had been having for some time now – that Gwayne did not miss you at all. That he did not feel nothing but anger at you and that he would kill you at the very first opportunity. After all, you had hurt his pride and you had stained his honour and these things mattered to him more than anything else – except for your children, of course.

Your marriage had been good but it didn’t change the fact it was an arranged union and not a love match. Sometimes, though… Sometimes, laying in your bed, here, in Dragonstone, tossing and turning, you were quite sure that you had grown to love him, which was quite ironic to have such thoughts now when you had already ruined everything between you two. But you were sure he was not having the same thoughts about you anyway. 

“My sister is more than welcome here,” Rhaenyra gave her husband a scolding look and squeezed your hand. You smiled at her, gratefully.

But the thing with Rhaenyra was that despite being The Queen, no one really seemed to care about it. No one except for you, Rhaenys and Daemon’s daughters. All the men, though, were still doing everything their own way. And Rhaenyra herself could not find any solution to deal with that, which made you wonder if she would really be a good Queen…

Not that you had ever voiced that out for it would be treason. You loved your sister and you were obliged to serve her because of the oath you had sworn. But still, you sometimes couldn’t help feeling that she was not a strong leader. On the other hand, it was not that surprising because she had no real experience in such matters and when things had gotten difficult in King’s Landing, she had fled to Dragonstone instead of staying in The Red Keep and learning how to be a good ruler.

The death of Lucerys had shaken everyone. The very first victim of the conflict being such a young and innocent boy… You were speechless and you had no words of comfort to offer. You were a mother, too, and you just couldn’t imagine what Rhaenyra had to feel.

You locked yourself in your chambers instead and spent your whole day staring at the small portrait you had taken with yourself from Oldtown. It was a portrait in the size of a locket and it was of your own four children – twelve years old Steffon Hightower with silver hair and lilac eyes standing next to his nine years old brother Loras Hightower who was a copy of his father with his auburn hair and blue eyes. The girls were sitting on the carpet – six years old Lysa Hightower with her father’s auburn hair and your lilac eyes and three years old Roslin Hightower with silver hair and blue eyes. You felt the warm tears streaming down your cheeks and all you really wanted was to hold them and make sure they were alright.

Sometimes you regretted your decision to flee from Oldtown. Perhaps you should have been an obedient and loyal wife like your mother had always been teaching you to be. It would save you lots of trouble.

Fifteen years earlier, before your departure to marry Gwayne, Rhaenyra had confessed to you that she had wished to be more like you – less rebellious, less stubborn. Meanwhile, you had always wished to be more like her and now you kind of were but you finally understood the price for it, too.

It was Princess Rhaenys that came to your chambers on that day. She sighed at the sight of you and approached you with a soft smile. She took the small portrait from your hands and took a look at the faces of your children.

“How accurate is it?” She asked.

“Very,” you sniffled your tears back. “I sleep with it under my pillow every night. And by day, I have them close to my heart,” you confessed.

“They’re very beautiful children,” Rhaenys sat next to you on the edge of your bed and handed you the portrait back. “What are they like?”

You knew she was trying to help you. She wanted you to talk about your children and let out all the tears that no one else in the castle would want to see now. Not even Rhaenyra because she was grieving her own loss. Meanwhile, your children were safe and sound in Oldtown but your heart was in grief anyway. You were grateful that your aunt wanted to hear about them because you felt like it was expected from you to not express any feelings towards The Hightowers, Oldtown, your husband or your offspring at all. Each display of affection or a hint of the fact that you were missing them was perceived as an act of treason.

You had sacrificed so much for them but no one seemed to understand the significance of it. No one except for Rhaenys and Rhaenyra but they were only two and against many.

“You would like Steffon the most, I think,” you caressed his little face on your portrait. “A true Targaryen, look at him. And he is so…” you chuckled through the tears. “So brave and bold. He’s going to be a knight like his father and, somehow, I have a feeling he’s going to be a dragonrider, too. I don’t know how but he’s determined enough to claim one,” you assured her. “And then there’s Loras…” Your fingers moved to your second son. “He inherited all the kindness and goodness and gentleness from Gwayne. From me, too, I assume. There is not a mean bone in his body. And my girls…” You moved your hand down and sighed. “That is Lysa, the one with auburn hair. And the little one with silver hair is Roslin. They… They were spending their whole days following me around and clinging to my skirts… I have no idea how they are managing now…” You sobbed and hid your face in your hands.

Rhaenys put her arm around you and pulled you closer as she rubbed your back to soothe you. She leaned in to kiss your temple.

“Their mother is strong and brave. She is righteous,” she whispered. “One day, they will understand it and forgive you. You had this calling in you, the calling to join your sister for you are a Targaryen, you are a dragonrider. We are never only mothers and wives and proper ladies. We are wild creatures, Elaena. Just like our dragons,” she lifted your chin up, forcing you to look into her eyes.

“I thought of taking them with me but… But they’re safer in Oldtown, far away from here. And Gwayne… Well, he would hunt me down and kill me for that, I am sure. He is a devoted father,” you tried to explain yourself but no matter how much you were doing so, you still felt like a terrible mother.

“You were right to leave them with him then,” Rhaenys caressed your arms. “Your husband will protect them and of that you are sure, I can see. They are safe there.”

“When this war ends, when we win…” Your lower lip trembled. “I will be allowed to reunite with my family, right? Rhaenyra will allow me?” You asked, a little unsurely.

“I am rather convinced that after we win this war, you are going to remain the Lady of Oldtown,” Rhaenys nodded and kissed your forehead. “You’re going to raise your children there and watch them grow happily.”

“And… And my Lord Husband?” You sniffled, while Rhaenys tilted her head. “I mean… He has to die, right?”

“I highly doubt Daemon would allow it any other way,” Rhaenys told you.

“Whatever he might be saying, he is not The King,” you reminded her.

“That decision will not be Rhaenyra’s to make. Daemon and Gwayne will most likely meet on the battlefield sooner or later,” your aunt reminded you and fixed your hair delicately. “You must think of your husband as dead from now on if you want to survive this,” she added and stood up to leave your chambers.

You knew that she had meant that with the best intentions but it only made you sob even more. You took another look at the portrait of your children and your heart squeezed in your chest. What was giving you a guarantee that Daemon would not hurt your babies, too? He seemed to be filled with an ugly desire to wipe all Hightowers out from this world.

Weeks had passed and you had grown colder and sharper lately. Daemon was not around any longer for he had left for Harrenhal, which was helpful, but if he was still in Dragonstone, you would surely be ready to confront him each time now. You were confronting everyone else whenever they doubted you and on multiple occasions you had confronted them to defend your sister, too.

You still missed your family but all those lonely nights had made you turn pretty heartless sometimes. All those suppressed feelings and regrets had made you a woman who was holding her head high and who was more and more sure of her skills. You were flying Onyx every day now to strengthen your bond even more and it was giving you lots of confidence.

Despite the fondness you still felt towards your marriage, you knew aunt Rhaenys had been right and the marriage was over now. You also realised how much you had missed out in those past fifteen years. You had been living more like a Hightower than a Targaryen. Your husband was a good and kind man but still – he had been trying to tame the dragon blood inside of you. You had not been riding Onyx enough and your High Valyrian had become rusty. Now you were finding your old self back again and all the pain you were feeling because of missing your children only fueled you to be even colder and sharper towards all of those who were doubting you.

When you entered the hall where the council was gathered, everyone nodded their heads at you and you didn’t even bother to nod back. As the Lady of Oldtown you had been respected but you had always been kind in return, too. In Dragonstone everything seemed to be turned upside down.

But why would Princess Elaena Targaryen bow down to any of these men inside the castle that had belonged to her ancestors for centuries now? It was your home – perhaps not in the same domesticated way as The Hightower but Dragonstone was your blood’s home and you would not bow down to anyone inside of it except for the monarch.

The only person you bowed at was of course Rhaenyra herself – your Queen, your sister. Not a perfect Queen and only slightly better sister but you had sworn to her and you valued honour just like your Lord Husband did.

“The battle is coming,” she explained to you as she pointed at the table with the map of Westeros because you were late to the gathering after flying on Onyx for a little too long this evening. “Tomorrow, the armies will clash around Rook’s Rest,” she added and pointed at the place.

“That is close,” you tilted your head. “But the castle has no significance to us, does it?”

“We have already lost enough and we cannot lose more!” one of the Lords protested. “It’s about our honour, my Princess.”

“I want to send a dragon,” Rhaenyra moved one of the stone dragons on the map to put it alongside the Black Army. “I do not intend to use it in battle. No burning, no crushing. I do not wish to be remembered as the first side of this conflict who used a dragon to kill her enemies because once we use them as weapons, the destruction from both sides will be unstoppable,” she explained and the Lords from her council sighed and rolled their eyes.

Those foolish, non-Targaryen men really wanted Rhaenyra’s dragons to cause slaughter, not understanding the possible consequences.

“The dragon will be there to patrol the battlefield – it will be there just in case the Greens send their own, too. And it will be there to intimidate the enemy. Intimidate only,” Rhaenyra pointed out.

“I shall go,” Baela spoke up and everyone laid their eyes on her but you spotted that Rhaenyra was unsure. Baela was like a daughter to her and even if the dragon was not supposed to actually participate in any fighting, it still was a risky business to go.

“I shall go,” you straightened your back and now everyone looked at you. Baela was visibly unhappy with that, too. She wanted to prove herself.

“But…” She started.

“Onyx is bigger than Moondancer,” you told her. “And I am older. This is far too dangerous for you.”

“But…” She sighed again and looked at Rhaenyra in a way that suggested she knew something you had no idea of. “Who is going to tell The Princess?”

“Who is going to tell me what?” You shook your head questioningly as you looked at all the gathered members of the council. The men clasped their hands and looked down or they tried to avoid your gaze in different ways; looking through or behind you, turning their heads away and clearing their throats. “Who is going to tell me what?” You repeated the question, irritated now.

“Elaena,” Rhaenys finally spoke up and you looked at her, “it is your husband who leads The Green army now, so we have been informed. Your father-in-law called for him and Ser Gwayne Hightower came all the way from Oldtown to lead the army of his nephew.”

You blinked a few times at that revelation, still not processing it fully.

“And Cole?” You asked.

“Aegon named him his new Hand,” Rhaenyra informed you. “He was summoned back to King’s Landing.”

“And Otto?” You furrowed your brow.

“Probably on his way back to Oldtown, Gods only know,” Rhaenyra scoffed. “It doesn’t matter now, Elaena. What matters is that your husband leads the enemy’s army.”

Short silence occurred and you knew that everyone was observing your reaction carefully as if they were inspecting you. But those past few weeks you had learnt how to keep a poker face on. Your jaw was clenched as you discretely wiped your sweaty hands in your skirts.

“I shall go,” you nodded, surely.

“Elaena…” Rhaenyra gave you a meaningful look as if she was scolding you. “I do not think this is a good idea.”

“It must be. It is my husband,” you explained.

“Do you think he might stop his army from attacking at the sight of you?” Jacaerys asked you but you spotted a hint of mockery in his voice.

“I do not know. It might motivate him further to attack, it might want him to stop or it might make him indifferent,” you admitted, truthfully. “But it must be me going there,” you insisted, looking deep into your sister’s eyes.

You desperately wanted her to understand that it was important for you to see him again – even if it would be under such circumstances.

Rhaenyra nodded and you cracked a smile although some men were whispering between each other about this decision but you decided to pretend not to hear it.

“You shall leave at dawn,” Rhaenyra told you. “But, Elaena, remember – do not attack, do you hear me? If The Greens bring their own dragon and they use it, only then you are allowed to join the fight,” she pointed her finger at you.

“I understand,” you nodded your head. It was the reason why you wanted to do it – because it meant patrolling and intimidating only, not the real fight.

“Good. I trust you, sister,” Rhaenyra smiled at you.

“Thank you, my Queen.”

In the morning, you didn’t even have breakfast, too nervous for the upcoming battle. You let your maids braid your hair according to the Valyrian customs and you wore an armour that had been made for you recently. It would be the first time you'd actually wear it outside.

The armour was made of black metal with the ornaments made of Valyrian steel. It was light and feminine but it was intimidating, too, and surely worthy of a dragonrider. You insisted on the black colour because of Onyx’s scales.

You hid the small portrait of your children inside your armour and you looked at yourself one more time in the mirror. You couldn’t help but smile although it was difficult to recognise yourself like this.

“I am a dragon,” you whispered to yourself and lifted your chin up. “I am a Targaryen Princess and I am a dragon blood, a dragon rider – a dragon myself,” you repeated, trying to motivate yourself and with a deep breath, you left the chambers as fast as possible to go to the dragonpit.

Onyx was already waiting for you and a brand new saddle had been placed upon her back – it was matching your black armour. She purred at the sight of you and you petted her nose the way she liked it.

“We have a job to do, my girl,” you told her. “We have to scare Gwayne a little,” you chuckled and she huffed in a way that resembled laughter, too.

With a smile, you jumped on her back and you flew out of Dragonstone. Onyx roared when you were up in the sky as if she was saying farewell.

It didn’t take long to get to Rook’s Rest on a dragonback but the closer you were to your destination, the more nervous you were becoming. You saw from a distance the banners of the two armies and you could hear the clinging sounds of their armours in the wind, the battlecries and the cannons.

They were starting the battle already when you arrived and Onyx announced you with a long and loud roar. You straightened yourself and looked down proudly, with a smirk on your face. Everything froze below you for a moment and then a thunderous cheer greeted you amongst the Black Army.

It was a powerful feeling, you had to admit. No experience of yours could match with it – no memory from when you had been The Royal Princess living in King’s Landing, no memory of your recent time now in Dragonstone and not even any memory of yours from Oldtown where you had been the Lady Hightower.

No amount of respect and power that had ever been shown towards you could match to what you were feeling now – you felt pretty invincible, in fact. And you knew it was bold of you and it was only caused by the sudden rush of adrenaline but in that moment you felt like The Queen yourself. Like you could challenge Rhaenyra and Aegon both – after all, you were their sister, too. Your father had been The King and you were a Targaryen. You had been born to rule over those people below you – those small figures that resembled ants in comparison to your Onyx and its fire.

It was scary how easy it was to forget that you were one of those ants, too.

You ignored the cheers of the Black Army and you looked down at The Greens, searching for one person only – obviously. And you spotted him as your heart skipped a beat.

Gwayne was sitting on his horse in his beautiful armour that you had always admired. Even from this great height you could see that he was looking up with fear in his eyes. You smirked and Onyx roared once again, more angrily this time. The Green Army was panicking as the men were shouting at each other and some were trying to hide.

All the time stopped for you for a short while, though. Your eyes were fixed on your Lord Husband only – it had been a few long weeks apart from him. You wondered what was going inside his head at the moment but most likely it was nothing but a paralysing fear. It was a painful death to die in the fire and he had been telling you about it a few times before that it was one of his fears whenever you had teased him about using Onyx against him. Now, it was no longer a banter between a married couple but reality.

You didn’t want to torment him any more. You ordered Onyx to fly away and leave The Greens alone for now as you went back higher in the skies to patrol the battle. Despite giving them a sign that you were not there to kill them, from the corner of your eye, you spotted that some of the cannons of the Green Army were now aimed at you and Onyx.

Gwayne, however, shaking out of his state of fear, ordered them to turn around and aim at the castle and The Blacks instead. You smiled to yourself and kept circling up in the air as Onyx roared.

Despite your strong bond with her, you could feel how uneasy she was, how impatient. It surprised you because Onyx was a young dragon and she had no experience in battle. In fact, you had suspected her to shy away or get scared at the sight the real fight. And now, your girl seemed to be pretty bold and angry as she huffed and puffed, while her muscles tensed.

“Lykirī, Onyx, lykirī,” you ordered as you patted her neck to calm her down but you had to admit that her restlessness was making you feel worried if you were even able to fully control her after all.

She roared and lowered herself. You squinted your eyes to observe the battle but you had to shout Lykirī! all the time at your dragon because she seemed to be more than eager to join the fight. The sight of her and the sounds she was making seemed to work, though. The Greens were terrified and kept looking up all the time to make sure she wouldn’t burn them all any second. Your intimidation plan seemed to be working better than you had expected.

A few times during the battle, you found Gwayne’s eyes somehow and he would look up back at you but then he would ride away on his horse. Each time, your heart clenched inside your chest and Onyx had to feel it because it was when she was growing the most uneasy.

So far, it was the Green Army that had been winning battle after battle but now they seemed to be too distracted by the dragon flying overhead. It was not the fault of your husband’s leadership – your knowledge of warfare was little but you could see even from up there that most of his orders and ideas were good. It was just simply not enough when a huge beast was a constant deathly treat. The morales were simply too low and you could see that some knights even tried to desert the battlefield in a desperate attempt to save themselves from your hypothetical dragonfire. Meanwhile, The Blacks were not as organised but they felt more confident than ever with The Targaryen Princess watching over them.

“Lykirī, Onyx!” You shouted at your dragon when you felt that her neck was tensing as if she was about to let out the fire. “What’s wrong with you, girl?” You hummed to yourself and leaned in to pat her neck and then you froze at the sight below you.

Gwayne was not wearing his helmet anymore and he was no longer in the saddle. You couldn’t spot his horse but he was surrounded by the Black Army knights. He was fighting them bravely but he was alone against four men and it was a hopeless struggle yet he refused to give up and become their prisoner. You looked around and spotted that most of the Green knights that remained in the battlefield were struggling in a similar way to your husband. You knew very well how it would end now. It would be the very first victory of your army and Rook’s Rest would be defended.

But at what price?

You could see Gwayne’s face more clearly now as Onyx lowered herself even further. He was exhausted and bruised, dirty from the mud and blood and his lip was cut. You had to fight an urge inside of you to just run into his arms, to hold him again, to kiss him, to be with him. 

But, so far, it looked like you would never be able to do it since he would lose soon. And you would continue your life with the image of him dying in the battlefield – you would continue your life with regret of leaving him and then doing absolutely nothing to help him in the battlefield.

Onyx groaned loudly and exposed her claws and teeth. You were about to calm her down again and then you noticed something that you had not noticed before – she was not trying to attack the Green Army but… the Black one.

You froze as you realised that her eyes were fixated on the knights carrying your sister’s banners. The fire forming in the depths of her throat was aimed at the men gathered near the castle walls and trying to stop the attack of Gwayne’s army.

Onyx was not loyal to Rhaenyra, after all. Onyx was your dragon and she was loyal to you only. You were her mistress and her rider. She knew you better than anyone else.

Some of the knights of the Black Army cheered at you and your dragon – so confident and sure of themselves that they hadn’t noticed that Onyx’s anger was aimed at them. You squinted your eyes at the black banners of Rhaenyra and then the few of the remaining green ones of Aegon.

Gods damn it, you thought. You loved them both – your sister and your brother. But you also did not really care about any of them being the ruler of Westeros because you were not close with any of them. You had been close to your sister but that was fifteen years ago and now she was like a stranger to you. Aegon had been a baby when you left to Oldtown. Your real family – the man you loved, the father of your children – he was down there, struggling, and surely about to die soon if you wouldn’t do anything to help him.

“Dracarys, Onyx,” you ordered after taking a deep breath in. You watched as if you were outside of your own body how her fire destroyed half of the Black Army in mere seconds. You blinked a few times, still detached physically and mentally from the scene that you were responsible for.

Your dragon seemed to have lots of fun, though. She landed on the ground, crushing a few Black knights on the way. The remaining ones were widening their eyes, too terrified to move or they were trying to run away. Onyx did not need your commands anymore, she just kept on burning them as her waving tail destroyed the castle’s tower, killing dozens of men in the process. You were sitting in the saddle with your back straightened and your chin high, looking over death and destruction with the poker face you had mastered the previous weeks.

You had just become the murderer and the destroyer – the very first person in this war who used her dragon as a weapon. And yet, you felt nothing. Perhaps the regret would come later but all that mattered to you now was that Gwayne was safe again. The remaining Green knights ran up to him and helped him to defeat his enemies and then they stood behind their commander while watching the scene in terror.

When the Black Army was defeated by Onyx nearly single-handedly, you turned her around to face the remaining knights by your husband’s side and Gwayne himself. Onyx roared at them and you could hear that she was happy to see them but they didn’t know her the way you did, therefore they remained terrified. After all, you could have been a maniac who would kill everyone, right?

You were a Targaryen, after all.

You enjoyed their fear for a short while and then you ordered Onyx to lay down and she did so, allowing you to dismount her. Your legs were a bit shaky from all the hours in the saddle and all the emotions but you managed to do it gracefully enough.

You turned around to look into Gwayne’s blue eyes. They were filled with shock and terror but you ignored that completely, finally doing something you had wanted to do for weeks now.

You ran up to him and straight into his arms, nearly knocking him off on the ground as your armours clashed loudly. The knights surrounding him were observing the scene carefully, too scared to react in any way since your Onyx had just given the show of what she was capable of.

Now, however, she looked pretty adorable and innocent as she seemed to take a small nap in the middle of the battlefield full of ashes and blood.

“My Lord,” you cupped your husband’s face and he looked into your eyes with a hint of sadness that you could had expected. However, you were glad that it was sadness instead of anger. “Will you ever forgive me for abandoning you?” You asked, nearly innocently, while biting on your lip as if you weren’t responsible for all this death and destruction below your feet.

Gwayne looked nervously at Onyx napping behind your back and cracked a sad smile at you.

“Do I have a choice, my Lady Wife?” He tried to make a joke as he put his hands on your waist. “If I say no, you will order your dragon to burn me.”

“Onyx would never burn you,” you shook your head with a chuckle as you sniffled your tears back. “That dragon is more difficult to manage than I expected.”

“She is just like you then, my Princess,” Gwayne raised one of his hands to caress your cheek. His touch was gentle like he could not believe that you were really there, standing in front of him.

“She is my dragon, after all. Onyx knows my heart – I could lie to myself but I could never lie to her,” you nodded and then you looked around. “What a mess I have caused.”

“Indeed,” Gwayne only nodded and took his hand away from you.

He turned around and ordered his men to look for the wounded knights and to go for the castle since it was practically left for the taking now. They had to put the new banners on the walls now. You kept standing there and waiting for him to finish so you would be left alone to talk now. When it happened, he looked at you with a sigh and you cracked a smile at his handsome face even though it was bruised and dirty.

“I had to leave. She is my sister, I have sworn to her, she needed me,” you explained.

“I know,” Gwayne nodded. “It broke my heart, Elaena, but I understood. At least some part of me did. I could not understand how you could leave our children like that,” he approached you and you looked away, too ashamed to meet his gaze.

“How are they? What have you told them?”

“They are safe,” Gwayne assured you. “They miss you…” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I have lied to them… Well, not really. I have told them that you went to visit your sister. That it was an urgent family matter and you had no time to say farewell but you would be back… Soon,” Gwayne explained. “They are too young to know about the war so they believed me.”

“I doubt Steffon did. He is ten and two now, of course he knows about the war,” you pointed out and shyly looked up. “I shall go to them, even today. I shall take Onyx and go back to Oldtown to hold my children and…” You stopped when you realised something painful. “Of course, that is, if you allow me,” you fixed yourself.

“You are the Lady of Oldtown, I would never forbid you from the city,” Gwayne shook his head. “And you are their mother, they need you.”

“Yes, but so do you. Especially now,” you explained. “After seeing our children, I shall come back to you. I shall accompany you in each battle from now on. I have started something you have no idea of… Now Rhaenyra will make sure to send her dragons to war, too. Her pain and anger will be great from my betrayal,” you pointed out.

“Why did you betray her?” Gwayne asked, raising his eyebrow. “You have sworn to her, haven’t you? What made you change your mind to support King Aegon instead?”

“Fuck Aegon!” You dismissed him and he widened his eyes. “And fuck Rhaenyra. I don’t care about any of them.”

“You shall not be heard saying such things,” Gwayne chuckled nervously.

“They are my siblings, I can speak whatever of them,” you shrugged your arms. “I am by your side only,” you confessed and you looked away.

You knew it was a bit stupid to confess such things when you were the one who had abandoned him without a word of a warning or any explanation. You should be grateful that he was talking to you instead of cutting your head off – as your Lord Husband he had every right to after your stunt and since you were technically a traitor to both of the sides, no one would even punish him for killing you.

But Gwayne moved even closer to you and grabbed your wrist to squeeze it, which made you look up at him shyly again.

“I love you, Elaena. And please, do forgive me that it took me losing you to finally say it out loud. And if it took you running away to realise the same about me, then I can be only grateful for this experience. You are a dragon, my Princess, and I am sorry for forgetting about that,” he whispered.

You couldn’t believe your ears… He was apologising to you?!

“Do not be too greedy, Lord Husband. Do you really expect me to admit out loud that I love you as if I haven’t just betrayed my own army for you? Is that not enough?” You chuckled and so did he, awkwardly. He leaned in to place a gentle kiss upon the palm of your hand and then he caressed it lovingly. You could feel the longing and yearning in those gestures. “I’ve missed you,” you confessed. “I’ve missed us.”

“So have I,” Gwayne kissed your forehead. It was not proper to exchange such affections in public but you were in the middle of the battlefield so you did not bother to care about it. “But it would be my greatest wish for you to stay in Oldtown after coming back there. I do not want you on the battlefield, Elaena.”

“You can’t stop me,” you shrugged your arms and squeezed his wrists lovingly.

“Haven’t you caused enough trouble already?” He tried a different approach as he smirked at you.

“Watch me,” you smirked back and gently kissed him on the lips.

You hurried through the halls of The Hightower while all the maids and servants were staring at you with widened eyes. They certainly had not expected to ever see you again but no one was trying to stop you. You rushed to the nursery room where all your children had been gathered after your arrival. You had changed from your armour into a comfortable dress and had ordered your maids that you wanted to see your sons and daughters.

You finally pushed the doors open and tears of joy streamed down your cheeks at the sight of their faces. Loras, Lysa and Roslin hurried to you with big smiles and hugged you tightly. You crouched down to squeeze them all lovingly.

“Mummy!” Little Roslin seemed to be the happiest and she was practically shaking at the sight of you. Your heart ached for her when you kissed her all over her tiny face.

“We’re so happy to see you again, Mother,” Loras greeted you like a big boy and you cracked a smile at him before kissing his forehead.

“I am so happy to see you again, too, my love. I’ve missed you terribly,” you confessed, looking at Steffon from the corner of your eye. The silver haired boy was keeping his distance from you and staring at you questioningly. “Steffon?” You called for him and he walked up to you reluctantly.

“Mother,” he only said and kissed your cheek before moving away. “Does father know that you’re here?”

“Of course,” you furrowed your brow at him. “I saw him yesterday,” you nodded at him but he didn’t look convinced.

“And how was the time with your sister?” Lysa asked and you kissed her cheeks.

“It was good,” you nodded with a sad smile. “But I regretted that I couldn’t be with you.”

“Will you stay now?” Loras asked and you caressed his head gently.

“I wish I could but I have to join your father,” you explained. “We will be back soon. Together,” you assured him.

“Father left for the war,” Steffon pointed out.

“And I must, too. I am a Targaryen and a dragonrider, my darling,” you tried to explain. “Either way, let’s not dwell on that now. We have a whole day to spend together,” you squeezed the hands of your girls.

You didn’t leave your children even for a second for the whole day and in the evening you allowed them to sleep with you in your chambers that you share with Gwayne. Since he was not in Oldtown, there was a lot of empty space in the bed. Steffon did not join you in the evening, though, and for the whole day he was roaming around but never actively spending his time with you either. It was hurting you deeply but you wanted to give him space and you were aware that he was old enough to realise more than you’d like him to. You could not blame him for being angry.

Watching your sweet babies sleep, you could not drift off to the land of dreams yourself. You had spent the previous night in the arms of your husband after weeks of being apart and it had surely helped you to fall asleep but now you were being haunted by the visions of what had happened in the battlefield and of what Rhaenyra’s reaction had to be after hearing about your betrayal.

You were laying on your back and staring at the ceiling when the doors creaked as they opened and you lifted yourself on your elbows to see the intruder. It was Steffon.

“Mother?” He whispered. “Are you asleep?”

“No, my love. Come in,” you whispered back and carefully left the bed, making sure not to wake up the rest of your children.

You approached your son and put your hands on his shoulders. The night was cold, therefore there was a fire burning in the fireplace. You brought him closer and you both sat on a fluffy carpet there. Steffon avoided your gaze but you could see he was dying to ask you something.

“What is it, my love?” You fixed his silver hair gently.

“I know what the war is about and that you left to see your sister…” He mumbled out quietly. “You chose her. Not us,” he pointed out and dared to look up, his lilac eyes meeting yours.

“No, I chose you. You have no idea what I have done, the choice I have made,” you nodded at him and caressed his cheek with your finger. “I left to see her, she is my sister, my blood. I grew up alongside her, we share the same father and the same mother. But there was a hole in my chest because I missed you and… And I missed your father, too,” you confessed.

“I have never seen him sadder,” Steffon said and your heart clenched inside your chest. “I knew it was not about you visiting your sister. I knew immediately you had abandoned us.”

“I know you are angry at me now and you have every right to be. And I know how much children hate it when they are being told that but one day you shall understand it. Because you are a Targaryen, perhaps the most out of all my children,” you smiled at him.

“Because of my hair and eyes?”

“No, my love. All of my children are as Targaryen as Hightower. But you have the spirit… The fire,” you told him. “I love all my children dearly but you are a dragon,” you nodded.

“Do you have to leave again?” He asked and his lilac eyes filled with tears.

“I’ll be back,” you promised. “But I’m a dragonrider and when the war calls, I am on the go,” you explained. “Your father needs me by his side and King Aegon needs more dragons.”

Steffon sniffed his tears back and he finally moved closer to hug you. You wrapped your arms around him and placed a kiss on the top of his head.

In the evening of the very next day you were already dismounting Onyx in King’s Landing. All that travelling had been exhausting for you and her but it was necessary. You patted her and allowed her to rest in the dragonpit as you were being escorted to The Red Keep by a few guards.

You were wearing your armour again even though it felt a bit wrong to wear the armour that Rhaenyra had requested to be made for you so you could fight the war for her.

Gwayne was waiting for you by the gates to the castle. You smiled widely at the sight of him and you ran up to your husband as he ordered the guards to walk away because he would escort you to The King himself.

“And how was it?” He asked you after kissing the palm of your hand.

“Only Steffon knew, just as I suspected,” you sighed. “But we have explained everything to each other. I believe he has forgiven me or at least he is no longer cross with me,” you nodded. “I miss them again but the pain is less when I know I am with you,” you smiled and Gwayne took you by your arm to lead you to the council meeting.

“You have become quite a controversial figure, my Princess,” he informed you and you chuckled nervously.

“I do wonder why,” you tried to joke.

The doors were opened in front of you and you were announced as Princess Elaena Targaryen, Lady Hightower while everyone was staring at you.

The man sitting right in front of you had to be your brother Aegon because he was taking your father’s seat by the table. You bowed down at him and after a short while of silence, he laughed and clapped his hands.

“Sister!” He greeted you so happily that you were nearly suspecting an ambush. He stood up and rushed to your side to wrap his arms tightly around you. “Sister Elaena! How good it is to see you again! Do you remember me?” He took a step back and looked deep into your eyes, hoping for a positive answer like an excited puppy.

You cracked a smile at him and dared to move your hand up to brush a single silver hair strand behind his ear in a motherly way.

“Of course I do, my King,” you nodded. “You were a small babe then but I remember it fondly,” you assured him and it was no lie. “You loved to sit on my lap by the table and eat all the sweets that I was spoiling you with despite our father’s scolding looks. It was always our secret how many cakes you ate,” you reminded him and Aegon grinned at you.

“This is my sister!” He pointed his finger at you after turning around to face his council. “My sister who has burnt Rhaenyra’s army for me. Her loyalty shall not be questioned,” he announced and walked away to sit on his chair again.

You didn’t want to correct him that you hadn’t burnt anyone for him because it would be a political suicide to do so. You only cracked a smile at your husband. You didn’t expect the greeting to go so smoothly. Aegon seemed to be very desperate for any sort of attention or affection.

“Princess Elaena’s loyalty shall still be proven,” the tall young man without one eye smirked at you. That had to be your brother Aemond, whom you hadn’t met.

You sighed and rolled your eyes at that. Each side had their Daemon, apparently.

“I will be proving my loyalty to The King, brother. I do not owe you anything for we are equals,” you reminded him with a smirk, too.

Suddenly, Queen Alicent stood up and approached you to give you a warm hug. You hugged her back even though you were surprised by that welcome from her.

“We are happy to have you back,” she said and you spotted honesty alongside the sadness in her big, brown eyes. You nodded your head at her.

“My Queen,” you greeted her.

“Queen Dowager,” she fixed you. “Helaena is The Queen now. Do you remember her?”

“Of course,” you smiled at the image of tiny Helaena from your memories. “I would love to see her.”

“After the meeting,” Queen Alicent nodded and pointed at the empty chair for you. Gwayne stood behind you as if he was your sworn guard.

Well, as your Lord Husband, he was.

After the meeting of King Aegon’s council, you went to Queen Helaena’s chambers with Queen Alicent.

“Helaena, you have a guest,” her mother opened the doors gently. “It is your sister, Princess Elaena.”

After that introduction, you walked inside and bowed your head in front of your younger sister. She was standing by the window and turned her head around as her eyes widened at the sight of you.

“An oath-breaker,” she greeted you in a mysterious way that made a chill go down your spine. “You bring death and destruction.”

You had no idea how to answer that and you looked at Alicent, searching for some sort of explanation but she only blushed and looked down, uncomfortably.

“Our Queen often speaks in riddles,” she told you.

“No, your majesty,” you shook your head, “I do know very well what our Queen means.”

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[viiisenyas]

I would like to know about your asoiaf oc! she's very pretty!

OH GOOD LORD.

First of all, THANK YOU! ;u; I created Elaena with Face App because I couldn't settle on a face claim lol. Secondly, you caught me while I've got four...? ongoing fics with her, and I don't want to spoil much 😅

The most I can say is that across the board, she is a fighter. I purposely made her a dual wielder because I'm a dork and it's fun. She doesn't exactly care for being a lady, and she despises the thought of being wed only to lie on her back just to pop out kids. But that's not to say that she isn't a romantic. She wants to find love, but on her own terms :D

I will also say this: she is kind of ignorant to how the world of politics works, and has a very black and white view of the world and she essentially gets used as a pawn in 3/4 of these fics. So she's faced with one of two choices: keep allowing herself to be used, or fight back in her own way, and of course she chooses the latter.

In one AU (which actually happens to be my favourite, the dragons never went extinct in this one), she is the youngest child of Monford Velaryon and Belandra Martell (OC), and she became a ward in Dorne to be raised by Oberyn and Doran, who also happen to be her maternal uncles (how fun!)

in another, she runs away from home to avoid getting married and joins the Night's Watch at seventeen, disguised as a 13 year old boy. She becomes best friends with Jon and he actually manages to keep her secret up until a certain point.

and my latest two are set in the HOTD timeline - One with her as Vaemond's daughter (which fucking hurts - iykyk), and the other as Laenor and Rhaenyra's only trueborn child because I hate myself (and both of these are pretty much team green hype so haha)

[valaenatargaryensdragon]

I Told You So

pairing: Fanon!Aemond Targaryen x Female OC

summary: Elaena is ready to face Aemond in sword fight, is he though?

Word count: 7,2K

Warnings: Fluff? Falling in love?, incest, Sword fighting, cursing, smut, P in V, Oral (both m and f receiving), fingering, first time writing smut

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Elaena felt a little nervous as she braided her hair in one singular braid, it started from the middle of her head down to the end of her roots and she made sure that it was firm so it would not bother her or fall out as she trained. Her handmaiden had already helped her into her leather training trousers and a thin white shirt followed by a leather vest with the belt of her sword.

Aemond had accepted her challenge and they were going to be sparring in front of their entire family, even King Viserys insisted on being there during the match. Elaena did not want to disappoint her father, she knew of his dislike towards her cousin and her gratest desire was to win this match.

She gave herself a quick pep talk in the mirror before leaving her rooms with her head held high with pride. The ladies of the court whispered among each other at her attire. Elaena grew used to them and ignored them as the training yard came into view where everyone was already there waiting for her.

"Finally you show your face cousin, thought you fleed" Aemond teased when they came face to face. She heard Aegon snicker behind letting some of the wine in his goblet to spill over the side.

"I am no coward, cousin" Elaena snapped back matching his smirk. He pulled out his sword preparing for the match. She pulled out her newly polished sword and held it in a perfect grip, strong and irony.

"Last chance to back up before humiliation" Aemond teased, twirling his sword easily. Elaena's laugh echoed around them in the yard much to Aemond's amusement, he wished to keep hearing it forever.

"I am no coward, cousin" Elaena repeated glaring at him, she was getting irritated, he underestimated her already.

Aemond was the first to launch at her but she blocked his hit and used her other hand to punch him in the gut. He staggered back breathless for a second from shock, she did not use all of her strength yet, she was smarter than that. She would never use all of her energy only seconds into the match.

She moved next tricking him and making him think she was going to hit him from below but he was quick enough to dodge her hit from above. Alicent let out a loud gasp seeing the blade so close to her precious son's head. Even Aegon put aside his wine wanting to watch sober.

Aemond swirled his blade and circled around Elaena before lunging at her with a frustrated huff leaving his lips. His blade came striking from above but she moved her blade horizontal, knowing she could not match his strength she fell to her knees and slid below the touching blades and to Aemond's side. She raised a foot before he could turn and kicked him behind his knee and retrieved her sword closer to her body again and used his moment of shock to hit him with the butt of the sword on his shoulder.

She got off the floor first and faster and circled around him as her regained his composure and stood up with a thundering glare on his face.

"Playing dirty now, cousin?" Aemond asked tilting his head as he used his knee for support to stand up. He swirled his sword in a show off manner.

"You never placed any rules, cousin" Elaena replied with a smirk as she mimicked the twirl of his sword.

Aemond let out a deep 'Mmh' from his chest and slashed his blade from the side however Elaena dodged it expertly. She hit him on the back with the flat side of her sword not wanting to inflict any real injuries on him. Aemond saw an opportunity when she was so close and raised a leg looking like he opened them very wide and swiped it hitting her. Elaena fell on her back with a quiet 'umph', her sword fell from hand to the side.

Aemond stood above her with a foot on each side of her waist and his sword at her neck. He had a shit eating grin on his face that Elaena wanted to wipe so bad and she did when her fist made contact with his most sensitive parts.

"Fuck" Aemond's knees gave up on him when the pain flashed through his groin. Elaena raised her knees to her chest as his weight fell on her and pushed him rolling him on his back. She climbed on top of him and held her dagger that she hid in her boot at his neck.

"Yield" Elaena whispered glaring down at him. Aemond glared back panting heavily still feeling exceeding amount of pain in his lower half. However his brain was working and he leaned his head back for a second before it came crashing against Elaena's forehead.

Elaena fell back, letting her dagger fall from her hand leaving her weaponless. Her vision disappeared a little as she laid back with her eyes closed and face scrunched. Aemond limped a little as he stood up and pulled out his own dagger from his belt and straddled her hips with it on her neck while his other hand was on the ground holding his weight and making sure he does not touch her with his throbbing groin, her punch was powerful and he was sure his great-grandchildren felt it for a hundred years forward in time.

"Yield" He taunted her words. Elaena's eyes opened feeling vomit raise in her throat but she swallowed it down, she will definitely have a concussion from his headbutt.

"You dick" She tried raising a hand to shield her face from the sun that was now too bright for her eyes but found them tightly held by her side by his knees. He smirked down at her seeing her wiggle under him.

"Such a foul mouth for a Princess" Aemond whispered leaning down so their faces were inches away from each other.

"A Princess who will humiliate you" She whispered back. She planted her palms against the ground and raised her midsection meeting his with a harsh thrust much to his surprise. He rolled forward, barely able to lean his head down to roll over and fall on his back. Now they were head to head, the top of their head almost touching. Aemond's free of a dagger hand moved to his groin, it was sore and she had hit it again with a different part of her body he wished to meet in a less painful way.

Elaena ignored her dizziness and scrambled to her sword and back over to Aemond straddling him with not problem of touching his stomach with her private parts since they were nowhere near as sore as his was.

"Give up yet or do you want me to kill the rest of your children?" Elaena asked. Her eyes were a little hazy but refused to show him that she was minutes from passing out.

"Never" Aemond raised his hands and wrapped them around her neck in a choking manner, yet still allowed her some air yet in that move he had to let go of his dagger.

Elaena smirked and moved her knee from her side to press it to his chest and against his ribs. She did not hit him but placed it calmly and pressed down making him lose his breath. His fingers grew weaker against her neck before they fell back and pushed her knee away from his chest. She fell froward not expecting this move and nicked both of their necks with her sword that was still against his neck.

"Shit" "Fuck" They cursed together. She raised her head from almost hitting the ground, well her forehead touched the ground beside his head which did not help the throbbing in it, and looked at him. They were both out of breath, bruised and bleeding.

"Do you yield?" She asked, making sure not to press the sword deeper into his cut neck. Aemond noticed a beginning of a bruise forming just above her eyebrow with a small cut as well from the force of the hit.

"I yield" Aemond yelped when she moved her body back and placed her weight on his sore lower part. Elaena smirked and got off him and Aemond almost wished that she had not done that. Elaena threw her sword to the side and held out her hand for him to take.

A slapping sound echoed when their palms met with the force Aemond used feeling ashamed at his loss. Elaena giggled a little not caring for the stinging in her palm and helped him up with their hands intertwined and her other under his elbow.

"Are you still strong, cousin?" Elaena asked not looking at Aemond but behind him with a dazed gaze.

"I have some strength still" Aemond answered. Elaena looked at her father who was clapping along with Rhaenyra, Viserys and her siblings both by blood and her step-siblings while Otto and Alicent gave small touches to the palm, not enough to cause sound. Aegon whooped and screamed as Halaena clapped elegantly beside him.

"Good" She looked back Aemond for a second before her eyes rolled back and she came crashing into his arms. Aemond let out a surprised yell but caught her nonetheless. He moved to his knees so he could turn her face up, she looked like she was sleeping.

"Elaena" He called tapping her cheeks but she was not responsive. He grunted as he stood up with an arm under her shoulders and the other under her knee. Daemon was about to leap over to his nephew and rip him to shreds but there was no need as he approached them. Daemon almost felt tears pick his eyes when Elaena's arm fell down her stomach and dangled beside her swinging in rhythm with Aemond's steps.

"What are you waiting for? Call a Maester" Aemond hissed glaring at them from a small distance. It was Luce who was snapped first and ran into the palace followed by Jace. Aemond followed them silently.

Elaena's head was throbbing still when she regained her consciousness. She was in her bedchambers all alone. She turned to the window and saw that there were rays of sunshine seeping through meaning it was either dusk or dawn, she either slept from morning to night or from morning to morning.

The doors to her room opened making her turn and found her father step into the room followed by her handmaiden with a tray in her arms. Elaena pushed herself up into a sitting position wincing a little from the soreness in her body.

"You gave us quite a scare back there, Princess" Daemon sat at her side. He took her hand into his and raised it up to place a small kiss to it. Daemon may not have been the best parent in the world but he was the best parent he could be and that was all Elaena needed.

"I am alright, it was mere a concussion" Elaena rolled her eyes and regretted it immediately as it made the throbbing worse. She flinched a little making Daemon chuckle a little and raised her darker hand up to place another kiss on it.

"Eat your breakfast, you will need it" Daemon stood up from the bed and placed a kiss on her forehead where it was not bruised before leaving the room.

"Here you go princess" Her handmaiden placed the tray on Elaena's lap. Elaena thanked her with a nod before digging in. She felt something itch at her neck and raised her hand to scratch it find it wrapped with a bandages, she almost forgot about the cut she got. Her heart picked up in pace at the reminder of how close her and Aemond were to one another.

"Are you okay, princess? Do you feel feverish?" The innocent handmaiden asked noticing the reddening of Elaena's cheeks. Elaena cleared her throat embarrassed. She stuffed a whole boiled egg in her mouth and shook her head. She looked out of the window as she chewed the huge piece of food. Her eyes lit up as Vēzos passed by her window, probably trying to check up on her dragon. Elaena shoved the tray off her lap and on the bed before scrambling over to the window, limping a little, she must have pulled a muscle without knowing during her sparring with Aemond.

"Vēzos" Elaena called out of the window. The dragon let out a loud roar happily flapping her wings to rise higher to meet Elaena's gaze.

"Ñuha sȳz riña! istia emagon issare olvie worried" My good girl, you must have been very worried. Elaena called waving her hand a little knowing the dragon could not fly any closer without accidentally destroying part of the Red Keep.

"Iksan sȳz, ñuha jorrāelagon" I am fine, my dear. Elaena called again. Vēzos replied with a roar of her own before flying away to eat something.

"Princess, you must stay in bed" The handmaiden walked over to help Elaena back over to the bed. Elaena waved her off and leaned against the window ledge.

"Prepare me a bath before I throw myself out of this window, I smell so bad" Elaena groaned swatting the handmaiden's hands that tried prying her off the window at mentioning her suicidal thoughts if she had to smell herself for much longer.

"As you wish, Princess. Do not deprive me of yourself in my absence" The handmaiden joked. Elaena chuckled watching the handmaiden take the tray and leave to fetch buckets of water for Elaena to bathe.

In less than half an hour Elaena leaned down relaxing in the water, smelling the oils in her water. Much better than the sweat and blood she hand to endure the entire time she was awake. She had dismissed all the handmaidens sent to her by her father and Rhaenyra to help her wanting to be alone.

Elaena took a deep breath before sliding down and under the water with her eyes closed. She counted in her head up until seventy eight, a practice she did all the time training herself to hold her breath longer in case she ever was at sea and fell into the water, before emerging again.

"Aemond!" She screamed shocked seeing him standing only a small distance away from the tub. He smirked for a second. She noticed that he had the exact same bandage around his neck matching her. His forehead had a much smaller bruise from the harsh contact the day before.

"I came to check on you only to find you trying to kill yourself" He spoke as he walked over to the tub. She lowered herself even more so the water was against the soaked bandage.

"I was not trying to kill myself, it is relaxing. You should do some of that" Elaena bit back. Aemond let out a small chuckle before crouching down at the edge of the tub.

"You should not do that" Aemond's fingers met the wet bandage and undid it slowly, eyes never leaving each other for a second, as he pulled it off and threw it to the side. Elaena hissed as the cold air hit her cut.

"I am a little saddened that I did not cause that cut myself" Aemond whispered. Elaena glared at him, seeing the Aemond she sparred with her instead of the Aemond that danced with he only last night.

"Has anyone informed you of how much of a dick you are?" Elaena asked. She leaned her head back against the wooden tub edge and closed her eyes as if she was trying to ignore his existence.

"No but speaking of dick, you hurt mine yesterday and I wan repayment for that" Aemond smirked smugly. One of his hands slid under the water to touch the middle of Elaena's stomach. She gasped and jumped up into a sitting position wide eyed.

"What are you doing?" Elaena asked. Her hand wrapped around his wrist holding it in place. Her eyes darted towards the door but she did not know if she was afraid someone would see them like this, or if she was afraid of someone interrupting them or she was begging for someone to come and save her from Aemond.

"Getting my payment" Aemond whispered. He shook her hand off and let his hand journey down to her lower belly causing shivers to run down Elaena's body. Her mouth fell open when his fingers touched her pearl and her hand snapped to hold his wrist again.

"Has no one touched you there?" Aemond asked, noticing her body shake from a simple touch. Elaena shook her head. Aemond moved his other hand to wrap around her jaw and swerve her head in his direction so they were looking into each other's eyes.

"Kessa ao sagon iā sȳz riña syt nyke iā gaomagon ao jaelagon nyke naejot henujagon?" you be a good girl for me or do you wish me to leave?. Aemond asked using their mother tongue. He knew she understood, they spoke it to one another during Laena's funeral. Elaena whimpered when his finger flicked her pearl again.

"Kesan sagon iā sȳz riña, Aemond" I will be a good girl, Aemond. Elaena whined as her grip loosened around his wrist with each new flick he did to her pearl.

"Sȳz riña" Aemoned leaned down to place a kiss on her cheek and whispered the word Good Girl in her ear. Elaene leaned her head on the edge near his shoulder letting go of his wrist to place it as a fist in her mouth and the other one grabbed the other edge of the tub, her knuckled were turning white. Aemond slid a finger over her opening causing another whine from her lips, she was so sensitive, she was new to all of this and knew nothing of this world other than what she had heard.

He fastened his rubbing of her pearl much to her relief. She sighed in content only for her eyes to flash open in shock Aemond slid a finger inside of her opening. Aemond shushed her with a kiss to the forehead moving his singular finger in and out slowly not wanting to hurt her. He curled it a little making her jerk slightly.

"Shhh, sȳz riña, I got you" He whispered leaning his forehead on hers as he slid in a second finger. It was getting painful for Elaena with never having done something anywhere near this before.

"Hurts" Elaena whispered lips touching his with each letter. Aemond moved his palm to rub against her clit again. She whimpered burying her face into his shoulder. She did not know why she was letting him so close to her, why she was letting him touch her like.

"Shhh, it will go away, sȳz riña" Aemond whispered back, neither dared to raise their voices too high. Elaena gasped when she felt some kind of pressure in her lower belly the faster he moved his fingers and palm. She closed her legs around his hand wanting him to stop fearing the end.

"I need to piss" She cried lowly. Aemond chuckled and pulled away from her body to open her legs again with his free hand and continued the movement of his hand between her legs.

"No" She cried feeling tears prick her eyes. Se grabbed his forearm trying to stop him, nails digging into his leather sleeve. Aemond moved his fingers even faster making sure to keep rubbing her pearl to ease her pleasure and make it less painful with two of his fingers inside of her cunt. She felt euphoric, she did not know another way to describe what she felt in that moment.

"Let go for me, Ñuha sȳz zaldrīzes" My good dragon. Elaena whined at the new nickname. She threw her head back against the edge of the tub cursing her legs for opening even more on their own accord. Aemond leaned down to place a kiss to the column of her neck. He moved his kissed to the side of her neck ignoring the ache in his back from the awkward position he was in and the wet patch growing on his chest from the water. He bit into the side of her neck, on vein pumping with blood making her cry out his name before licking a small stripe over the skin knowing a bruise will grow there soon.

The second his teeth bit into her ear Elaena felt like she crashed into the unknown. A rush she has never felt before as if she had just jumped of Vēzos and was rushing down the sky with speed. She thrashed in the tub causing water to spill over the sides even in Aemond's lap who was too busy whispering in her ear to notice.

"Konir sagon iā sȳz riña. Ñuha sȳz riña iksis doing sīr sȳrī" That is a good girl. My good girl is doing so well. Elaena wrapped her arms around his forearm still moving as he rubbed her pearl with the tips of his finger easing her through her orgasm.

"My good princess" Aemond placed a kiss to the crown of her head. He removed his hand from between her legs and moved them to his mouth. He moaned as he wrapped his finger around his digits and despite the water the tub making contact with his fingers he could still taste her release on his tongue.

"What was that?" Elaena asked panting still. Her eyes were dazed in a different way than the day before. She was looking at him watching him shocked as he sucked on his fingers noting wanting to waste the drops on his fingers.

"That was your peak, sweet girl and now I need to taste you" Aemond stood up from the floor. Elaena looked up at him confused.

"Taste me?" She questioned. Aemoned leaned down and wrapped an arm around her waist and another under her knees, he was wet anyways so a little more was no bother, he stood up straight with her in his arms.

"Aemond!" She squeaked wrapping her arms around his neck wide eyed. Water splashed around the tub at the sudden movement of her flesh and drizzled down back into the tub. Aemond smirked and moved over to her bed and placed her down on back.

"What are you going to do, Aemond?" Elaena asked watching him with cautious eyes.

"First I am going to kiss you then I am going to ravish my breakfast" He responded. He climbed on top of her and leaned his head down. He leaned his forehead on her own not making the first move, he wanted her consent first. Elaena raised her lips and touched his turning into a blushing mess. Aemond's lips curled before pushing into her. He opened them and sucked on her lower lip. She gasped a little as his finger touched the top of her breast and he slid his tongue inside of her mouth and began his treasure hunt.

"Aemond" She moaned against his lips as his hand moved down to grope her soft breast. She knew they were sensitive, she would need bigger sized dressed during her monthly bleeding and the week after as well. His finger flicked her erect nipple. Unconsciously she rolled her hips up to meet his own wanting to feel that relief again. Aemond groaned at the friction through his trousers, her cunt against his clothed half hard erection felt heavenly.

"Allow me to taste you" He begged against her lips. Finger still flicking her nipple before groping the entire ball of flesh. Elaena bit her lip to prevent a moan from leaving her lips.

"Please" She begged rolling her hips again. Aemond closed his eyes to compose himself, he could not just fuck her like this, he needed to prepare her so would not hurt.

He leaned his head down mouthing at her neck. His heart skipped a beat as her hand wandered into his hair grabbing at the long strands. Her hand moved up the more he bit and licked at her neck. She arched her back as he bit into her throat before kissing the area. Her finger gripped the piece of leather keeping his hair tied back and pulled at it letting it fall beside her on the bed.

"Aemond please" She pleaded. He chuckled and moved lower to her breasts. He paused when her fingers wrapped around the back of his eyepatch. He looked up at her to find already looking at him with pleading eyes asking for his permission to proceed. He nodded slightly afraid of her reaction. She slipped the piece of leather keeping the truth of what her step-brother had done him. Her lips curled down at the sight of the scar before gasping at the sight of the sapphire in place of his eye.

"Gevie" She whimpered as she threw the eyepatch on her pillow. Aemond sighed relieved before finally wrapping his lips around her right nipple. She gasped head falling back on the mattress. His other hand played with her other breast so it would be getting the same attention until it was time for it to be a victim of his mouth.

He sucked on the nipple making her cry out hands grabbing his head either to keep him there or to move him away she did not know. He grinned and bit it lightly and pulled at the darker skin eyes never leaving her face as it scrunched in pleasure.

"Aemond, help me" She pleaded. Her eyes looked down at him. He sucked again on her nipple making her forget all about her please. He moved to the other breast and gave it the same attention. He teased her for a while moving from one breast to the other sucking, bitting and pinching. She squirmed and begged him, hands in his hair and running down his shoulder and the top half of his back. He finally let go of her left nipple with a pop after stimulating it for the fifth time. He got off the bed earning Elaena's attention.

"Aemond?" She asked panting still. Aemond smirked as he unbuttoned his leather jerkin and stripped it off followed by his tunic and threw them at the foot of the bed. He wrapped his hands on each side of her hip and tugged her to the edge as he fell on his knees.

"Aemond!" She gasped shocked. He smirked seeing that all her reactions involved her saying his name and that is what he intended for her to do until the sunset and again until it rose again.

"I told you I wanted to taste you, Ñuha sȳz zaldrīzes" Aemond replied to her surprise as he fixed the posture of her legs on his shoulders. She was about to protest but shut her mouth when his lips wrapped around her pearl. Her finger gripped his hair again much to his pleasure.

"Oh, please" She moaned rolling her hips. Aemond use her arousal to slid his tongue into her cunt. His eyes almost rolled to the back of his head from how sweet she tasted. He curled his tongue touching the walls of her cunt making her cry and try to pull away feeling this overwhelming sensation but he immediately placed his palm on her lower belly and kept her in place.

He moved his tongue in a circler motion touching all sides of her walls before deciding to move it out and back in before she could protest the loss. Her other hand fisted the sheets almost as tightly as his hair but a new idea struck her, his fingers and hands felt so good on her breasts so her hand slid up to touch her own breast feeling ashamed for touching herself like that but soon she could careless as her pleasure heightened with a single flick of her finger to her sensitive numb.

Aemond's eyes watched her hungrily though his lashes feeling his cock throbbing in his tightened pants, it was fully hard the second he tasted her sweet cunt. His tongue flicked over her bundle of nerves making her cry out his name. He smirked a little and started placing open mouth kisses to the inside of her thighs deciding to ignore where she needed him most halfway through her orgasm. She rolled her hips trying to meet his lips and when that did not work and he kept jerking his head away she tried pulling his hair in her fist but he was stronger and ignore the pain in his scalp and resumed sucking on her thigh to create a bruise only for him to see.

"Aemond please touch me" Elaena pleaded having had enough of his teasing. Aemond raised his head up and rested his chin on her lower belly watching her reaction as his chest rubbed a little against her perked pearl.

"Where, Ñuha sȳz zaldrīzes?" Aemond asked teasingly. Elaena let go of her breast and held out her hand to him, he handed her his hand and she guided it down to her dripping cunt.

"Here?" He flicked a finger over her clit. She back arched off the bed moaning his name and it sounded so sweet and addicting and he needed to hear more.

"Please...please" She begged feeling tears fill her eyes. Aemond tok pity on her and leaned his head back down and plunged his tongue into her hole and kept flicking her clit with his thumb.

"Yes!" She cried groping both of her breasts and rolled her hips. Aemond chuckled against her cunt causing vibrations to roll into her body causing her even more pleasure.

"Please...please...please" She kept begging. Aemond held her hips in a death grip the more she tried to move. His tongue not stopping for a second rolling in and out, up and down trying to touch whatever spot inside her he could find and keep her sweet taste in his mouth. His finger ached as he rolled it in an eight figure faster and faster.

A new kind of pressure build up in Elaena's stomach leaving breathless with small whispers of 'yeses' coming out of her lips. Her legs were shaking over his shoulder and arms feeling like lead. She bit into her lip not caring for the cut she created or the copper taste as she neared the edge. The rush was so strong she crashed on the bed with a scream of his name hips stilling in fear of the pleasure leaving her. Eyes rolling the back of her head while one of her hands was frozen pinching her right nipple and the other clutching the sheets in a death grip of her own. Unknown to her Aemond's eyes rolled back for a different reason, she squirted and her taste was so good he almost fell unconscious from it. Still lapping at her cunt not wanting one drop to go to waste.

Elaena panted falling back to reality and looked down at Aemond to find him drenched from his nose to his chest and the sheets were soaked through. She gasped shocked and looked at the mess confused while Aemond only smirked at her.

"That came from me?" She asked. Aemond stood up from the bed showing off his erection proudly.

"Go up" Aemond nodded at the pillows. Elaena hesitated for a second which made a flash of worry go through Aemond for a second but it was gone faster than it came as she crawled back on her shaky elbows until her back was against the pillows.

"It is my turn now" Aemond's fingers worked on undoing his belt before sliding his trousers down followed by his undergarments. Elaena's eyes trailed down his happy trail to his cock, standing priudly against his stomach and she wondered, how was that going to fit inside of her?

"Jaelagon nyke naejot henujagon, Laena?" Want me to leave, Laena?Elaena's head shook side to side before she registered his words. He smirked and crawled up her body until they were chest to chest, forehead to forehead.

"Stay, please" She whispered against his lips. He leaned down and captured her lips with her own. She tasted herself on his lips and that caused a new feeling, hotter than fire, rise in her belly. Her hands moved up his chest and pushed him on his back on the bed.

"I want to do that to you" She whispered. Her finger pointed to his mouth that curled into what many believed to be a cruel smirk but to her it was the sexiest sight in the world.

"You want to suck me off?" Aemond asked. He had to prevent his hand from giving him pleasure as she bobbed her head innocently. The girl in the training yard yesterday was all gone and a new Elaena was in her place and he did not know who he liked more.

"Come on then" He wrapped his fingers through her gold-white locks and pushed her head down. She moved onto her knees beside him and leaned down until she was faced with his erection.

"Slowly" He whispered. She leaned over and placed a light kiss on the red top of his cock. He wanted to push her head down until he was fully wedged into her throat but held himself back. She wrapped her lips around his reddened tip and sucked.

"Shhit, gentler" His hips thrusted up a little. Elaena pulled away and looked up at him seeing his face scrunched in pleasure. She hated to admit it but he tasted delicious on her tongue, his precum was the only lubrication she had other than her spit. She wrapped her lips around his tip again and gave a small suck earning a moan from the male bellow her. She opened her mouth wider and started leaning down taking more of him her mouth. The hand in her hair pulled stopping when she was halfway through. She was running out of breath and Aemond could feel her that.

"Breathe through your nose" He instructed with a strained voice. Elaena complied finding it a little exhausting having him in her mouth and breathing through her nose at the same time. She bobbed her head up and down with the guidance of his hand in her hair. His other hand grabbed her own and moved it to the part she could not fit in her mouth.

"They are not useless, Princess" He whispered voice hoarse from straining his moans. Elaena moved her hand up and down before trailing them to his balls feeling curiosity win her over. She squeezed them tightly earning a loud moan and he pulled her off his dick with a pull of her hair with fire in his eyes. He needed her and now.

"On your back, Ñuha sȳz zaldrīzes" He ordered. She obeyed excited for what he would do to her. She laid back and watched as he fisted his cock to the sight of her so eager and excited for him. Her cunt glistened in the sunlight and he wanted to taste her again. He moved down the bed and wrapped his lips around her clit again sucking harshly. She cried out at the suddenness of his actions and the pleasure coursing through her body again.

He climbed up leaving her cunt with her taste in his mouth again. He claimed her lips with his own making her taste herself again. She moaned as his chest rubbed against her own.

"Please make me peak again" She begged. His mouthed at her ear which affected her speech for a second.

"It will be uncomfortable though, princess" He whispered in her ear.

"It is alright, I have to for comfort" She answered. He groaned as she grindded her hips against his own. He grabbed his shaft and lined it up with her pussy. He rolled the tip against her clit rendering her speechless for a second before a moan left her lips as he repeated the action then he moved to tease her opening.

"Are you sure?" He asked. He would be taking her maidenhead, something she would be shamed for loosing if she were to marry someone else but he would not allow that, the second he spills his seed in her she will become his if she were not already.

"Yes" She whispered. He leaned his forehead against hers to show some sort of comfort. He pushed the tip inside slowly not wanting to hurt her. She let out a gasp at the stretch.

"Shh, it will be alright" He promised. She panted wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer.

"I am here, my love" He mumbled. He pushed a little bit more inside of her. He just wanted to fuck her into the mattress so hard she would not be able to leave it for a week but he knew he had to be gentle for her first time.

"Please" She begged because she wanted him to push more in and at the same time to pull out. Aemond placed a comforting kiss on her forehead before pushing his cock all the way inside of her tight and snug cunt.

"Oh gods, so tight" He whimpered against her hairline. She felt tears build up in her and at the pain she felt. His cock was long and lean, hitting all the places she will come to love soon.

"Hurts so bad" She leaned her head back on the pillows. Aemond pulled away from her hair and leaned down to kiss the tears streaming down her eyes and onto the pillow.

"I am here, my love, I will not leave you like this" He whispered kissing both of her eyes and then the tip of her nose. The pain slowly morphed into pleasure, a new kind of pleasure unlike the ones he gave her with his fingers and tongue. She rolled her hips urging him to move.

"See darling" He mumbled. He rolled his hips slowly before pulling out all of his cock. She whimpered tightening her hold on his shoulders not wanting him to leave. He shushed her before pushing back in bottoming out.

"Aemond" She moaned against his ear driving him crazy. He took a deep breath before quickening his pace. He knew she would not last long with no experience and orgasm control.

"Please more" Elaena cried. She did not know if the pressure in her belly was coming in too fast or not but it was there, lurking around the corner but it did not seem want to come just yet.

"I got you" He groaned leaning his back to watch her every reaction. He rolled his hips trying to find that sweet spongy spot inside her. He rolled his hips in a lefty angle and that is when her back arched off the bed and her hips started rolling against his and her lips opened moaning his name over and over again like a note in a song repeating.

"Is that it, my dragon?" He questioned hitting that spot over and over again. She cried out words he did not understand but sounded like 'please' and 'yes there'. He kept rolling his hips faster and faster. He could not help himself but lean down and take one of her bouncing breasts into his mouth.

"Please do not stop" She cried. Aemond rolled his hips in a different direction for a second to tease her before resuming his abuse on that one spot.

Elaena's breath got stolen away as her eyes rolled and her body trembled, she could not feel her legs anymore, in fact she could not feel any part of her body except her core. This new peak was different and she wanted it to last forever and Aemond was helping, he did not stop his thrusts even as she came back down, cock drunk. Aemond had to stop himself from spilling in her witht he way her walls were squeezing him so tight and delicious.

"Thank you...thank you...thank you" She cried pulling his face against her chest where he continued littering bruises on her breast. Plump and good enough breakfast for Aemond.

"My pretty, dragon" He whimpered raising his head to look at her. She looked very blissed out and on the verge of passing out.

"Can you give me one more?" He asked. He wanted to feel her clench around his cock as he spilled his seed inside of her, hoping it would take root too.

"No more" She cried. She was exhausted and Aemond was impressed she had given him three orgasms on her first time.

"Just one" He begged feeling his orgasm nearing. He moved one of his hands from the pillow bellow and moved it to draw circles on her clit. She cried out from the overstimulation. His other hand wrapped around her own intertwining their fingers together.

"Too much" She whimpered trying to roll from under him but it was no use and her fourth orgasm came crashing down before she could even register it. She was a quick orgasmar still but Aemond will teach haer control in due time.

"So beautiful" Aemond moaned as he spilled his seed inside of her pulsing with need for it to take root in her womb and for her to swell with his child, bastard or legitimate. She cried out as he continued rolling both his hips and his fingers trying to ride out their orgasms.

"Aemond" She sighed when he stopped. His eyes never left her own during the entire ordeal. He leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"You did so good for me, my love" He praised out of breath. She smiled shyly at him. He pulled out with a groan and watched with amazed eyes as his seed spilled out of her cuntmixed with the blood of her maidenhead. She whined at the loss of his cock inside of her and as her walls closed down again, she wanted him to stay inside longer.

"Where are you going?" She asked reaching out to him. He grinned at her neediness and kissed her knuckles before replying.

"I am right here"

He picked up the rag she cleaned herself with before he came in and dipped it in the oiled water of her back before squeezing the extra water and walking back over to her.

"Open those pretty legs for me" He ordered. Seeing no lust in his eyes anymore and only love she obeyed trusting him not to hurt her. He dipped the rag down and wiped the blood and mixed off her pussy and thighs. She whimpered a little as the rag made contact with her swollen clit. Aemond leaned down and placed a comforting kiss to it before moving up and kissing her lips too. He threw the rag to the side and helped her climb under the blankets and slid in beside her.

"Do not leave me alone" She whispered. Tears pricked her eyes as the realisation of what just happened dawned on her. She let him sully her, seed her and they were not wed. This felt like a huge step, this was her first time ever.

"I would not dream of it" He reassured her. He rubbed up and down her back to comfort her. He kissed her tears away and only moved away twice from her that day, to bar the doors and light the candles as the night fell.