#HOTD season 2

[hed184]

Sunfyre moved his wing to shield Aegon from Vhagar's fire.

He landed on his wounded belly, which means even though he fell out of the sky backwards, he angled his body to avoid crushing Aegon.

Eventually, when Aemond found him, he curled up around his rider.

[idkyetxoxo]

Daemon Targaryen - Unravel me

Summary - Reeling from her husband's unexpected violence she finds herself caught in a tense confrontation as her saviour, Daemon, vows to take drastic measures for her safety. This threatens to upend their lives and leaves her torn between fear and a new beginning.

Pairing - Daemon Targaryen x reader

Warnings - Violence (domestic and an altercation), strong language

Word count - 2054

Masterlist for Daemon • House of the Dragon General Masterlist.

A slap to the face was all it took. I held my stinging cheek, my husband opposite me, watching with a look of disbelief as if he wasn't the one who had inflicted the pain. The room felt heavy with the shock of what had just transpired.

The candles flickered, casting ominous shadows on the walls, and the silence was almost suffocating. The fire in the hearth crackled, the only sound in the oppressive silence.

I blinked, my hand still resting on my stinging cheek, my mind raced, struggling to make sense of how a conversation meant to offer support had turned into this brutal reality.

Fear mingled with confusion, and a sinking dread settled in my chest as I tried to reconcile the man I loved with the stranger who had just struck me.

Just moments ago, I had spoken words of reassurance, telling him I believed in his abilities to win in the future. Somehow, those words had been twisted and misunderstood, and now I was reeling from the physical and emotional blow.

"I did not mean it," he blurted out, his voice trembling with urgency. 

He took a step forward, but I retreated, maintaining the distance between us. The metallic taste of blood seeped into my mouth, and I realised the split on my lip was too obvious to conceal.

"Arys, take a step back," I instructed calmly, my voice betraying only a slight tremor despite the adrenaline coursing through my veins. His reaction was a mix of surprise and indignation as if my request was an affront to his authority.

He hesitated, his chest heaving as he fought to control his temper. The seconds stretched painfully long before he finally stepped back.

His eyes burned with a volatile mix of regret and frustration. I could see the conflict playing out in his mind, the struggle between pride and remorse.

Then, in a sudden burst of fury, he turned and lashed out at the nearest wall with a force that made the tapestries tremble. I flinched, instinctively raising my hands to shield myself.

The sight of him, normally so composed and distinguished, reduced to this display of raw emotion, sent a chill down my spine. I swallowed hard, a bitter taste of fear mingling with the metallic tang of blood in my mouth.

"Darling, please," he whispered, reaching out a hand. "I'm so sorry. It was a mistake."

"I did not mean it," he repeated, his tone desperate as he closed the gap between us once more, grabbing my face between his hands. His touch was rough, his grip too tight.

"Stop it," I pleaded, but he did not release me, his hold becoming more intense.

"Please, just listen," he implored, his eyes searching mine for understanding. I squirmed out of his grasp, my heart pounding, and pushed past him, fleeing through the door before he could react.

His patience frayed. "You're not leaving," he said, his voice strained. He followed after me, grabbing my arm. I felt a surge of panic, pulling away, but his grip was firm.

"You have to understand," he said, trying to steady his voice. "You can't just walk away from this. From us."

I struggled, tears welling up. "Let me go," I cried, but he held on, his frustration evident.

"Just listen to me!" he insisted, shaking me slightly. "We can fix this."

I tried to twist free, my mind racing. "You're hurting me," I said, my voice shaking.

He paused, loosening his grip a bit. "I'm sorry," he murmured, but his eyes still held a flicker of anger and desperation. "You have to understand, I didn't mean it."

I took a deep breath, finding a moment of strength. "I need space," I said firmly. "You need to let me go."

He released me, taking a step back, his expression a mix of sorrow and frustration. "I love you," he said quietly.

I didn't respond. I turned and hurried down the hall, my mind a whirlwind of confusion and fear. 

I didn't know where I was headed, but the need to escape my husband's presence drove me forward. The corridors seemed to close in on me, the ancient stone walls feeling more like a prison than ever before.

My heart was pounding in my chest as I nearly collided with Daemon, who was emerging from a side passage. He steadied me with a firm grip, his eyes widening in concern as he took in my dishevelled appearance and the fresh cut on my lip.

"Gods, what happened?" he asked, his voice a mixture of worry and anger. His gaze lingered on the blood that had smeared across my cheek.

"It's nothing," I said, attempting to brush past him. But Daemon was not one to be easily dismissed. His hand remained on my arm, holding me gently but firmly in place.

"Nothing?" he repeated, his eyes narrowing. "You look like you've been struck. Who did this to you?"

I hesitated, my mind racing. Daemon had always been a fierce protector. Growing up in the castle walls alongside Rhaenyra meant we spent significant amounts of time together. There was no point in hiding it. 

The evidence was clear on my face, and Daemon was too perceptive to be fooled.

"It was my husband," I finally admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. Daemon's jaw clenched at my words, his eyes darkening with anger.

"He did this to you?" Daemon's voice was low and dangerous. "Why?"

I took a deep breath, struggling to find the words. "He was angry. He... he lost the tourney today. It was a blow to his pride."

Daemon's expression hardened. He had always been competitive, always striving to prove himself, but he had never crossed the line in this manner. His eyes met mine, and I could see the storm brewing within them.

"He hit you because he lost a tourney?" Daemon's voice was cold, each word measured and dripping with barely restrained fury. "That cowardly bastard."

"Daemon, please," I pleaded, placing a hand on his chest to calm him. "This is not your fight."

"Like hell it's not," he shot back, his grip tightening on my arm. "No man should raise his hand to a woman, especially not his wife. Especially not you."

I could see the rage simmering beneath the surface, ready to explode. 

Daemon had always been protective of me, and this affront was something he could not ignore. As his anger grew, he reached out, his fingers brushing gently against the cut on my lip. The soft touch was a contrast to the fury in his eyes.

"He did this," Daemon said, his voice trembling with barely suppressed rage. "He dared to lay a hand on you."

His fingers traced the outline of the wound, his touch tender, almost reverent as if he could erase the hurt with his concern alone. "That worthless cunt is going to regret the day he ever thought to strike you."

Before I could say anything, I heard footsteps echoing down the hall. Arys appeared, his face contorted with anger and frustration. The moment he saw Daemon and me, his eyes narrowed.

"What's going on here?" Arys demanded, his voice laced with hostility.

Daemon's gaze flicked briefly to mine, a storm of emotions swirling in his eyes before he turned his full attention back to Arys. His voice was low and dangerous.

"You," he spat, stepping forward with an intensity that made the air crackle around us. "You think you can lay your hands on her and walk away unscathed?"

Arys's jaw tightened, his stance defensive. "Stay out of this," he warned through gritted teeth. "This is between me and my wife."

"Not anymore," Daemon growled, his voice a rumble of thunder before he lunged at Arys with startling speed.

The two men clashed violently, fists flying and grunts of pain filling the hallway. I screamed, trying to pull them apart, but their fury was too great. 

Daemon landed a solid punch on Arys's jaw, sending him sprawling to the floor. Arys retaliated, grabbing Daemon by the collar and slamming him against the wall.

"Stop it!" I pleaded, my voice raw with fear and desperation, tugging at Daemon's arm in a futile attempt to break them apart. "Both of you, stop!"

Ignoring my cries, Daemon delivered a final decisive kick that sent Arys reeling. As Arys staggered back, blood trickled from Daemon's nose, his knuckles bruised and raw from the altercation. 

The hallway seemed to vibrate with the aftermath of their clash, the tension thick and suffocating.

Breathing heavily, Daemon's eyes blazed with a mix of fury and protectiveness as he looked at me. I grabbed Daemon and pulled him away, my heart racing with fear and adrenaline.

"Come with me," I said urgently, leading him down the hall before Arys could recover. 

We hurried through the dimly lit corridors. My heart was still racing, and I could feel Daemon's anger simmering just beneath the surface.

We reached an empty room, and I quickly shut the door behind us, the heavy wood muffling the chaos outside.

I guided Daemon to a chair, and he sat down heavily, the adrenaline beginning to wear off. I found a clean cloth and dampened it with water, my hands shaking as I approached him.

"Hold still," I murmured, dabbing gently at the cuts and bruises on his face. Daemon winced but didn't pull away, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made it hard to breathe.

"Leave him," he said, his voice rough with anger. "You can't stay with him."

"I can't just leave," I replied, my hands trembling. "It's not that simple."

Daemon grabbed my wrist, his grip firm but not painful. His eyes blazed with a mixture of anger and desperation. "You have to," he insisted. "Do it, or else I will kill him and take you to Dragonstone myself and make you my wife."

I stared at him, shocked by his words. "Daemon, you can't be serious."

It was a suggestion he had made in passing years ago, something I had dismissed with a laugh. But this time, it felt different, charged with a seriousness and urgency that left no room for dismissal.

"I am," he said fiercely. "I won't let him hurt you again. If you won't leave him on your own, I'll make sure you're safe, even if I have to take drastic measures."

"I can't just abandon everything," I whispered. "My life, my family..."

"Your life is worth more than this," Daemon said, his voice softer now but still firm. "You deserve better and I'll be damned if I let that bastard keep hurting you."

I looked into his eyes, seeing the unwavering determination there. Despite the chaos of the situation, I felt a flicker of hope. Daemon would do whatever it took to protect me, even if it meant challenging the very foundations of my world.

"Daemon, it's not that easy," I said, my voice trembling. "If I leave, there will be consequences. Besides, it was only one slap."

Daemon's expression softened slightly, but his resolve did not waver. "It won't stay just one slap. Staying with him isn't an option. You can't live your life in fear. You deserve to be happy, to be loved."

I tried to downplay it, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "It was just a moment of anger. He was upset about losing the tourney. It's not like him."

Daemon's eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening. "And what about next time? When he loses again, or something else sets him off? Do you really think it will stop at one slap?"

I finished cleaning his wounds, my mind racing with the implications of what lay ahead. I wrapped the bandage around his hand, my fingers shaking slightly. As I tied off the bandage, he watched me closely, his gaze unwavering. 

"I mean it," he said quietly. "If you don't leave him, I will come for you. I won't let him have you."

I met his gaze, my heart aching with the weight of his words. "I know," I whispered.

Whether six men or sixty, he was still Daemon Targaryen. I had no reason to doubt his words for even a moment.

He reached out and cupped my chin, his thumb brushing against the cut on my lip once more. His touch was gentle, but his eyes burned with a fierce intensity.

"You know what you have to do," he said, his voice steady but urgent.

"I know," I replied, my voice barely audible.

A/n - National domestic violence hotline (CALL: 1-800-799-SAFE (7233), CHAT: www.thehotline.org/, TEXT: "START" to 88788) 💜

[nikinikori]

[...] the mother, says about her son, "You got his sweet ways" when she sees the same kindness in her son that his father had.

— "Beloved" by Toni Morrison

[happilyhertale]

New still!

Prince Daemon Targaryen

[medusas-daughter]

This entire season is just Alicent realizing the patriarchy won't protect you just because you're upholding it. Yes girl, even if you help the council usurp the woman because of her gender, they won't see you as more than your gender. Yes girl, the man that started calling his ex a whore and a cunt once he was done with her will not respect you when he's done with you. No the problem was never the ex, the problem was always the man. Yes girl, if you teach your sons that they're better than their sister because they're men, they will think they're better than you because they're men. Proximity to men of power will never make you a man of power.

[princessfantaghiro]

❤️🤍🖤

This is so cuteeee ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[houseofyax]

The Casting BTS ✨

[theridervhagar]

new still.

[fearmakess]

🤗

[shutupcrime]

I feel like so many problems people have with tv at the moment could be solved if we just went back to the good ole days of 20 episodes a season that’s just sixty percent filler and character development. Give the people what they want- less condensed story and more meaningless shenanigans

[g1rlken]

┏ Like real people do 2. ┐

Aemond Targaryen x wife!daemon’s daughter reader

⋆˚࿔ read part 1 here ˚⋆𝜗𝜚˚⋆

summary: blood and cheese, where daemon [the best dad (satire)] also orders for his daughter smuggled back to him, violent aftermath

an: there is no brothel Aemond subplot involved

word count: 5.2k

warnings: blood and cheese, canon violence, violence, daddy issues being mocked, arguments, once again blood and cheese

The war was afoot, degeneracies increasing, treacherous plans and endless councils. Amidst all of that y/n still found time to pay Haelena a visit as frequently as she could. Both of them had found impeccable friends in each other and the twins were always a delight. Striding through the halls of red keep, prodding her head inside with a soft knock on the queen's doors which were wide open as it is, "look!" y/n entered with a wide smile on her face. Twirling around she showed Haelena the dress she wore, it was a dress Haelena had embroidered for her with special spiders and other custom animals. Haelena had remarked on y/n's elegantly plain dresses, the edges could all use embroidery and y/n was more than glad to let Haelena design on her dress. "You made it so much better, the small bugs in blue thread it’s so beautifully assembled-" before she could comment more on the beauty of her queen sister's embroidery she was there to showcase, y/n was under attack of her niece and nephew, "why good morrow to you two!" she giggled as the two tugged at her dress for consecutive raise-me-ups. 

"I am very glad!" Haelena said offering her a smile as she scanned those designs, Haelena was warmly elated that y/n chose to wore the dress she had embroidered and the fact that she let her do it in the first place.

"You must teach me your ways" y/n commented whilst actively engaging with jaehaerys and jaehaera, she couldn't carry both the babies at the same time but she was trying to entertain them regardless, the two were latched to their auntie's knees like monkeys.

"I could always make you more, save you the time!" Haelena offered instead, she tried to distract whichever one of the children with a toy but both were way too smitten with their ever so busy aunt, now that she had the council she spent supposedly lesser time with the twins.

"That too would be so convenient!" Y/n said, Jaehaera was raised on her back, making mischief with her aunt as she tried to close her eyes with her tiny hands from behind. Both the twins laughing as she did so, regardless y/n laughed along trying to maintain her balance the best.

"That is enough..." Haelena trailed off in amusement as she helped Jaehaera off of y/n's back. The babe did not let go before whining about it, jaehaerys still tugging at his aunt's dress to get her to bend down so he could talk.

"It's alright" let out a small chuckle y/n's attention was caught down to the little heir pulling at her dress, for her to bend to his level. "Yes little prince?" She asked, attentive to her nephew's whims and demands.

"You said you were going to read to me" Jaeherys reminded her in a rather witty sense, having a sense of one upping her since she forgot about it.

"Oh did I now?" She paused for a second trying to remember when exactly was the reading session arranged for.

"Yes! The-the one with the fox and the-crows...where you do the voice!" The little prince was soon to remind her of which exact story they had left off from. He liked it better when his auntie read it to him than the wet nurses or his mum because she often did those giddy voices and the stories she read in were more entertaining than the ones with septa.

"Gods I must have forgotten" she said in a somewhat melodramatic tone to make the child think she took their reading session as a serious matter, "I have got some work on my hands at the moment but I assure you I will come continue the story-"

"When!" Jaeherys whined with a sort of tired expression given the delay in his story.

"Tonight." She answered genuinely, "Right after dinner!"

"Do you promise?" He asked wanting to take her aunty's word for proper surety.

"I promise." She said holding his tiny hands in hers giving them a gentle squeeze to assure him of her promise. Kissing both her niece and nephew on the forehead as she stood up, in attempt to take her peace Haelena stopped her.

"Are you not afraid?" Asked her sister in law with a tense look on her face, like those times when she would be out of it. As if she spoke another language and saw other things. "When the stones call you back?"

"What...what stones?" She asked, at first y/n thought Haelena was referring to some palace. Could this be in correlation to something with the council, is what y/n presumed.

"The stones. They will call you back!" Haelena gripped her elbows tighter, to emphasise the gravity of the situation she felt. "They'll take you away!"

"Nobody is taking anyone away..." y/n trailed off, shaking her head slightly as she ran her hand down Haelena's in a soothing way. "We are all safe here and there is nothing to be scared of. I promise you. I am not going anywhere." She assured her. Y/n assumed that it would worry Haelena to lose the best friend she had in herself if she were to go back because of the war waging. In her father's name perhaps, her worry was not unsolicited but y/n was sure her father's was a house not hers that is even before her marriage with Aemond.

Haelena could never seem to get her point across for some reason, she couldn't digest her wearies in a coherent way herself so she nodded with a small smile. The restlessness still consistent within her as y/n took her leave. Ever since the intimate moment with Aemond, their relationship had grown rather awkward. Aemond was closed off as always, unable to convey his infatuation. Awkward in this area, the young lovers found it difficult to navigate through a conversation. Bristling fingers through glasses, stealing glances, speaking out their love in small gestures.

That did not account for the fact that the council matters too seeped into the newlywed's marital bliss phase. Aemond too had a seat now, on the king's word. He would attend those meetings and at times the two would have drastically counter opinions. His lady wife, she would sit in the same line of seats after the hand and his mother. Speaking their minds against him, just as they had intended for her. A council within the council. "All you do is account for grand sire and mother, no such thoughts of your own. A mere puppet." Aemond scoffed as they were currently in a conversation in their chambers reflecting to that day's council meeting.

The day was at its end and as was y/n, end of her wits. His bickering was just what she needed, "And you?" she said in a tone more accusatory than his, rightfully so "all you add to the discussions is the warpath Ser Criston weaves."

"I stand for it, you just chew out what the council within the council spews" he scoffed, coming out harsher than intended but now this had become usual."I know you informed the hand of my meetings with Cole."

"Didn't do it as a snitch, had you asked me I would have told you I informed the hand." Y/n said trying to counter his condescending remarks. She wasn't a 'puppet' how he implied "Just because I do not agree with you doesn't make me a puppet to those with better judgment than yours."

"Better judgment than mine?" He let out a low huff finding it absurd that she believed Otto and his mother had a better judgment over the war than his, "you think writing to other castles, pleading, awaiting their help whilst we have three large dragons is a better judgement?"

"And what? What do you plan to do with the dragons? Burn all those against us?" She asked him growing agitated having this conversation again, "You are in favour of a lot of unnecessary bloodshed-"

"It is necessary. To make an example, to lay out a path." Aemond interrupted her, taking in a small breath "Raise your banners or watch them burn. This is what the blacks are already set to implement whilst we sit hand on hand sending out messengers!"

"You want to create a sense of fright! That is all you will accomplish with burning houses." She said in an assertive tone as she crossed her arms. This is what Ser Criston had told him too, the words struck him a small remembrance.

"Are you eavesdropping my meetings with Cole?" He questioned, as the reference resembled similar words to Cole's. Cole didn't exactly have the same notion as his wife but the words were vaguely same.

"You sit right across this room" she gestured to the adjoining room after their bedchamber. The small opening after their room led to the table against the wall where Cole and Aemond had their meetings, "The meetings you have after you assume I'm asleep, as it is too loud enough for me to not eavesdrop or be able to sleep."

"Of course" he couldn't help but roll his eyes, "You must have told the hand about it word for word yes? Like a parrot"

"Don't think of yourself too highly, your conversations are rather predictable even to those who aren't present" she replied. He wasn't wrong that she informed the hand about it but she took accountability for that.

"At least my conversations hold a spine" in two strides he reached the table she was leaning on to pour himself a glass of wine, "Unlike yours, but well that is what was intended for you" he shrugged.

For a moment, y/n sighed shutting her eyes "What are you implying?" She asked trying to maintain a calm composure because she was aware he would have words that would make antagonise her.

"You know, why you are in the council in the first place" he said in casual harshness. "Otto needed someone to voice his opinions like the righteous little lady that you are."

"I am on the council because of the seat I have inherited through my father." Y/n referred to the original conversation for her being on the council, he wasn't even part of that decision yet acted like he knew better than anyone. Smugly sipping his wine as he set his cup aside, the inherent smirk on his face irritated her to no end.

"You are claiming the father's seat who didn't even want to claim you?" He scoffed, Aemond could attest for the fact that he did not hate her in full surety. Rather fond of her too, but he was fond of his lady wife. The soft lover he did not knew he needed, big eyes that held love for everything they were laid upon. Tenderness and warmth seeping out the cracks of her which would mend the hollow cracks in him but it was the council member in her, otto's silent weapon which he could not stand.

In the process of wanting to get back at righteous council member he couldn't stand he truly hurt the daughter that begged for her world to sun, tears brimmed her eyes and she could not help it. She struck him across the face, the nerve of him. Shattered the home she thought she might finally have. He simply flinched at her action, his eyes widened a bit not at her gesture but at her tears. Registering her tears before the slap she landed her, at loss of words. "Leave." She spoke with a shuddered breath, couldn't even meet his eyes. Feeling stripped of the hope and pride she spent days building. Y/n had never raised a hand to anyone, that didn’t exactly harm Aemond in any way still the gesture in itself made her feel ugly after a moment’s silence marinated the interaction.

Without saying a word Aemond did leave, he didn't want to retaliate with her in any way. Because in that very moment both of them took a misstep and he did not want that moment to last longer. In a few strides he was out of their chambers. Y/n gripped the table to steady herself as the tears streamed down her face, a restlessness made home within her chest as she took heavy breaths.

The weight of all her despair was so heavy, at times she would just shut them in case and shove them deep inside her heart and inside her mind so she wouldn't have to face them in retrospect. It all just felt so inescapable, how she begged to be her father's daughter and how she was rejected the whole time. Now, farther away from him, bit by bit being at peace with the people she now surrounded herself with. Even in such state of distress she didn't feel alone any longer, she even felt loved. As far stretched as it sounded she even felt at ease with Aemond and he shattered all of it with just one sentence.

She lost the track of time since the moments of Aemond walking out as she just stood there falling apart, but when she felt some footsteps behind her she wiped her tears trying to compose herself. If there was anything she learned from her father it was that, nobody ever cared how much you fall apart so don't give them a reason to hold against you. Daemon always hated weeping children. Quickly she wiped her tears, she wouldn't want Aemond to think of her weak in these times. With a deep sigh she turned to face the footsteps she assumed was Aemond.

Apparently it wasn't. "Yes?" She asked with furrowed brows to the stranger who just walked into the room, not even a knock or an announcement like the guards or servants. The man wasn't even dressed like a guard or a servant. She stood alarmed taking a step further into the table as the man forwarded towards here without a word. "Guard-" she tried to yell as loud as she could but the man grabbed her head in a swift motion and shoved her into the table's edge. As if to knock her unconscious.

"Not another word or I kill you." Blood said with his hands around her neck, about to choke her as she struggled against him. Trying to grasp against his hands on her, trying to suffocate her she kicked her legs. Tried to scream regardless of his warning. With an extreme distaste for her, obviously, in blood's eyes the princess wasn't even worth so much and too much trouble to smuggle out. "Your daddy wants you back."

-

By the time the guards did find the princess, in the hallways, she was already half unconscious. Immediately rescued into the safest place in the keep, the council. Retrieved but not at all unharmed. The council was already set into course for the subject of the young prince when Larys walked in with y/n. He had previously informed her of what had happened with her nephew, his passing it hadn't really struck her yet given she could barely process all that had happened.

Queen alicent gasped as she stood up quickly running to y/n's side, all the bruises on her face, open cuts and bleeding out the torn sleeves in her dress. "Gods..." she exclaimed in horror as she helped her onto her seat. "What happened to her?" She asked Lord Larys.

"The guards found the intruder, trying to smuggle the princess out of the keep. A gold cloak known for his brutal nature, found with her, having inflicted his brutality upon her and...the prince's head, in a sack." He briefed the council as they all listened to him, everyone else but the king at loss of words. As Lord Larys left alicent was still tending to y/n, cooing at her, she seemed to be in a half conscious state.

"I am alright" she muttered to her mother in law as Alicent nodded but held her hand in hers to provide her whatever consolation she could. Just the sight of having suffered such assault sent the queen into a huge distress. Weakly holding her hand back as if to steady herself into this nightmare. When Lord Larys told her of Jahaerys's tragedy she did not believe it at all. She was confidently positive there must be some mistake in his information because that would not be possible at all.

If it wasn't for Aegon screeching in the background, y/n couldn't make out if she was actually awake in this very moment. The ringing in her ears still hadn't gone out and she wished that she would perish with that same ringing if it were to happen because living through this seemed so difficult. No way to navigate, circumstance so heavy she felt paralysed to meet anyone's face. Aegon was screeching as he wept for his son, blind with rage to kill the man found guilty for the crime. The member advised otherwise saying the king has a lot of enemies and they don't know for sure whose hand it could be.

"I suppose you are right..." Aegon trailed off slowly pacing down the table back to his seat, with an accusatory demeanour towards everyone else "it could be anyone of you, in this room."

A small silence fell, strengthening the tension and grief in the room as y/n just stared at the empty seat beside her. That very morning, just the day prior, where her nephew sat. Then Aemond after him, empty now. "It was Daemon." She declared of what she knew for sure, first time in her life she referred to Daemon with his first name instead of her father. After everything that he did, every misery she endured at the hands of her father, what happened now made her want to be distanced and foreign from him as much as she could. "His doing." She breathed and looked at the council, the drained colour on everyone's face she just registered-it was blinding her. "The man—the gold cloak" she continue, "trying to get a hold of me, h-he—he said 'your daddy wants you back.'" Repeating the words sent a chill down her spine as if she was in that very moment again, she still felt those hands on her, suffocating and heavy. A disgusting play in the mix. “That man came here, on Daemon’s order.”

The rest were comprehending that still, how a man could be so crude not only killing a child but having his own assaulted and kidnapped back home like this? " In one sense, as we determine what happened and...if we in the keep are still in peril. In another sense of course...it doesn't matter." Otto said and looked at Y/n. The princess surely did not seem to understand the hand's implication.

However Lord Tyland did so, "You mean to blame Rhaenyra." He said in a beat. "Tell the realm she had done this." Tyland spoke out Otto's implication.

"I'll have the realm told nothing! We were assaulted within our own walls, within our own beds!" Aegon spoke up almost immediately "Y/n, my brother's wife! The fucking princess almost beaten unconscious—being smuggled out?" He emphasised on the word brother, enraged even for his sister in law and the lack of his brother's presence when it must have mattered the most. "I will not be seen as weak!"

"You are already seen as weak aegon." Otto replied once again sending the king into a manic breakdown as he threw around more cups and vases. Otto theorised about how important it was to name Rhaenyra as a cruel person. Killer of infants, despite of whose direct orders those were. The narrative would be what they made.

"You would change, the blood that is on daemon's hand just to spite Rhaenyra." Y/n questioned, red eyes and characteristically on the verge of tears since she walked in here. Alicent found it so hard to look at her face, the cuts and bruises, poor thing. The heavy torment inside her head must be unimaginable, Alicent thought whilst holding y/n's hand a bit tighter. It felt like one of those moments when she was just a child, so many years ago. She would recall, the girl child was such a loner, always speaking in short words that is if spoken to. The shy little girl, who would just sit in a corner and colour or read. So much like her Aemond yet so different. When they would be in public settings, too many people, she would meekly hold Alicent's hand. Amongst all those unfamiliar faces. Little y/n just deemed Alicent familiar, comfortable. What was so wholesome years ago held such horror now. Alicent holding the lady's hand to provide her comfort her words won't be able to, the protection she could not. "Why won't you paint that man for the monster that he is?!" Y/n spoke as her voice broke, it felt unfair. Daemon not being held accountable yet again.

"Because, Daemon isn't the pretender to the throne. He would be the king consort. Banners are being declared for Rhaenyra, not in his name." Otto explained, to his preference narrative was just a useful toy. One name here or there did not make a difference.

"That is unfair." She said shaking her head, tears brimmed her eyes, taking in short breaths. In all these council meetings she did not speak up against Otto considering him respectable and more learned yet today, "how can you keep on accounting for him...again and again?!" Y/n asked but she was begging in agony. "Y-You were here. Always present. And you never did anything—all his heinous crimes! You always had the opportunity to hold him responsible and you did nothing!" She exclaimed, not being able to help herself as she thought back to a conversation at this very table. A conversation she must not have been there for, but the hand would have.

"It is perhaps your shock and grief speaking for you." Otto replied, not moved by the young lady's accusations at all. "I for one, do not understand your place of reference"

"When he murdered my mother!" Y/n said, growing more and more restless with her speech. Otto must be right, it was all the piled up grief inside of her speaking for her in this very moment but she could not let the monster that was her father be off the hook again, "You could've held a proper council, had him pay for what he did and we wouldn't be seeing this day today! We have that chance now and yet again you would rather Rhaenyra take the blame for his barbarism!"

Otto felt silent for a moment, the girl's rage was justified to the extent of him having no answer for her but he knew to trust his wit more, "I cannot undo...my regrets. I assure you I hold a lot of remorse in having a part in letting daemon go from daemon to the rogue prince and now this...monster. But if we don't do this, he would become king consort. The word consort is a feeble adjective." What he said was supposed to make sense to y/n but she could not see past the rage and need for vengeance she held against her father. Looking away, she wiped her tears. "A funeral progress. Let them see the child. Let them look upon the works of this pretender to the throne." Otto proposed once y/n was assuming-ly settled.

"Father" Alicent said with weary and concerned eyes, such tragedy being shouted out as a public funeral procession sounded so vain.

"My king..." Otto waited for Aegon's presumedly understood voice.

"No..." Aegon answered firmly "I will not have my little son's body dragged through the street like a dead dog." As he said that y/n felt nearly faint. To this very moment she did not accept that the child had passed.

"Not dragged, honoured." Otto corrected. "Escorted to the dragon pits to be burned as a Targaryen prince!" Otto went on and on about how he loved his grandson, his heart was in the right place with the grief yet the path he set was in accordance with the warpath. Just plots and schemes. Falling silent, paralysed y/n looked down to her lap. She refused to even register this conversation because it meant registering the fact that a darling child, Jahaerys...was gone.

Aegon couldn't stomach this proposal which came as an already arranged firm announcement either, looking around the room nobody said a word against the hand's plan. "You would say nothing?!" He demanded of y/n, why won't somebody help this mad notion. "Your dear nephew, have you nothing to add?" He was almost begging, hoping she would get the hand to change his mind for this funeral procession. She didn't, y/n just looked up at Aegon and then Alicent, tears in her eyes which just didn't seem to stop flowing. "Mother." Aegon called out when y/n couldn't speak up.

Leaving y/n's side Alicent walk's up to aegon, "the hand sets a difficult path, my darling. But it might be the right one." She told her inconsolable soul.

"Let the silent sisters ready the prince for his final journey." Otto said without waiting a moment for the king or anyone to come forth with opposition "And riding behind him, his mother the queen, the princess and the queen dowager."

"No, I do not wish to be spectacle." Alicent opposed instantly, the weariness and fright in y/n's eyes speaking the same "Especially y/n, not in this state. She can barely talk-stand, she has been terrorised. You can't simply—"

"The realm must see the sorrow of the crown. A sorrow best expressed through its gentle souls." Otto said followed by alicent sighing, then he looked at the side to y/n, "We need to display our heavily victimised as well" he said, the bleeding wounds on her face seemed like little trophies of sympathy to Otto. "I think you'll all agree the king himself must be spared."

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A deafening silence lingered within Aemond, he had been out, sharpening out his swords, practising. Fucking practising on jute bags when he should've been there. Y/n was in Alicent's chambers because she could not walk into her own, couldn't even take in the sight of it. The thrashed furniture, from her struggling against the intruding gold cloak. The...the sack. In which he had stored the boy's head. Where the man had placed it in her chamber, at the entrance, it had created a circular stain of blood. Jahaerys's blood. She could not even think about the room within those four walls without picturing the insidious crime. She sat on the floor against the bed, windows open and soft white light of the day seeping in yet to y/n it still felt like a night of hailstorm. She didn't even look up to the footsteps of the stride coming inside the room, Aemond. He walked to her, kneeling down to the floor to her level.

Aemond was drenched with so much guilt in his heart, he felt pathetic to even breathe the same air as his lady wife. She had her face turned away from him, he could just see the small cuts on her face, the torn dress, still seeping out dried blood, her weary stature. It was all mortifying in the first place. He was so livid, with himself, with the intruder. Even with Larys, who informed him about the happenings at the last. By the time he rushed back inside the council was already done with. He had nothing he could say to y/n, no way of consoling her either.

It's not as if she would want to be consoled by him too, the emotional support he would want to offer her walked out with him when he walked out after their fight the previous night. With the disturbing things that had happened with her, she had almost forgotten the words he said. She couldn't even remember why she was crying before it all, that sick with grief. Aemond gently held her chin, hesitantly afraid she would turn him away. She had every right to do so. She didn't move him away, had no energy to do so. His heart sank as he saw the blood streaked stitches, poorly done and most of her wounds left untreated. "Why are these open?" He asked her softly, referring to her wounds, "Where are the maesters?"

"The hand, has asked for these to be left raw as they were planted." Y/n briefed him, her voice was so wavering, all that crying. "He means for them to be displayed for the funeral procession...so the realm can see" y/n scoffed softly as she repeated otto's exact words.

"You don't have to go." Aemond told her in a firm way, sure that he could get the hand to change his mind whether he liked it or not because y/n's comfort was his priority.

"No..." she trailed off, in agreement refraining to look at him her voice held no emotion. "But I do. I have to." She continued "Wouldn't want Haelena to be alone"

"Mother would be with her." Aemond added taking her hands in his softly, finally getting her to react to his presence as she looked down upon his gesture. Apparently to take her hands out of his grasp.

"But then I would be alone here..." She trailed off, a hint of frustration and fright in her tone. "I don't want to be alone."

"I would be with you, y/n." Aemond cooed softly fixing the loose strand of her hair, tucking it behind her ear as he leant forward. “You won’t be alone.”

"I find myself unable to put faith in you, Aemond." She breathed looking down, she felt like a cornered animal, just so scared and full of distrust. "...in your assurance. I'd rather not."

Aemond had nothing he could say to that. She did not trust the integrity of his principles and rightfully so. He knew he had broken that trust of security within her. "My heart, I apologise for the distress I have caused you. I did not mean any of it" he told her but the heaviness in his heart told him his words would change nothing. She couldn't talk either, bursting into tears and her stitches seemed to hurt because her face moved but she was so much numbed to the physical pain in comparison to how she felt inside. Aemond could just offer her his embrace in this time and that is what he did. Enlacing her into her arms, rubbing her back in soothing circles her let her cry into his chest. "They will pay for this." He muttered softly as he continued to hold her. Even with the pain he made her feel, the distrust and hurt she felt just in seeing Aemond could not let her turn away the familiarity of his comfort. His was the only comfort she had ever known.

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Once again clarifying that the brothel subplot is absolutely NON EXISTENT in this fic Aemond Targaryen is a lot of things but not a cheater <333

Pls let know what you think about this + added to the tg list🫧

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[rhaenyrathecruell]

“Aegon the realm’s delight” is the saddest line ever. Aegon wants to be a daughter so bad. To be coddled and gazed upon with love and affection rather than distain and fear. Rhaenyra wishes to be a son. She wants the loyalty everyone has to be unwavering. She wants to be feared and respected like a man. They are truly two sides of the same coin.

[islaablack]

I think Aegon would be a pretty decent partner if he would get the chance to be with someone he actually loves

Now hear me out-

We can see him being actually devoted and gentle to the few things he genuinely loves (Sunfyre and Jaehaerys) so I believe (and this goes for show Aegon only ) if he finds a partner he’s actually interested in he would do everything for said person and I mean everything especially after becoming king

Partner says they like flowers? The whole castle will be decorated in their favourite flower etc.

Buying expensive jewellery and clothes so they are always dressed perfectly. (We see with Sunfyre’s saddle that’s way more expensive than even Rhaenyra’s for Syrax )

He‘s also actually not bad at communicating (seeing how he opens up to Alicent in s1 saying he’s trying but will never be enough and in the carriage to the coronation and also asking her in s2 what he’s supposed to do)

The only downside will be his bad habits (drinking and so on) I don’t know he’d make an effort to change or not ..

I believe he wouldn’t understand that his actions might hurt his partner on his own

But he would be definitely trying to get his partners approval (he genuinely is insecure as we all know )

Maybe that’s a long stretch ( this isn’t to excuse his actions just a take that I believe if he loves someone or gets the chance to be genuinely love he’d make the effort)

[iflipforrizzles]

Tweets

[barbieaemond]

Genetics, chico. They never lie.

[lqynxv]

nobody is making him say this he’s just saying it unprovoked