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starogeorgina · 4 months ago

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𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬

Warning: Swearing, smut

Pairing: Helaena Targaryen × OC

1.05

Helaena’s soft lips meet the side of your neck. “I don’t recall ever seeing you in a dress before. You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” Heat creeps into your cheeks, but you do your best to disguise it. “Although, if I’m completely honest, I feel ridiculous. I’ve never found dresses flattering on me or practical.”

“Practical?” Helaena shuffles further up the bed and takes your hand, gently pulling you down to join her on the uncomfortable bed. “What can’t you do while wearing a dress?”

“Sparing, horseback riding, hunting.”

She rolls her eyes in jest. “You are aware it’s possible to enjoy doing both?”

“I know some ladies enjoy doing both. I just prefer not to. Rhae—Princess Rhaenyra insisted I had this dress, and I didn’t want to cause an argument by saying no.”

“Hm.” Helaena tilts her head back, her hair-free braids flowing down her back. “I think it’s kind of for her to do.”

You shrug. “I suppose.”

Helaena gently traces your jaw line with her; the look she gave you was intense. That was the thing with Helaena; she was beautifully haunted-looking, and her eyes always had a story behind them.

She nuzzles her face into the crook of your neck and, after a moment, starts gently kissing till she reaches the bottom of your ear. Bringing her lips to meet yours, her hand gently grabs your breast. As always, you let Helaena take the lead; sometimes she was content with a simple kiss, and other times she wanted more. Either way, you were happy to be with her. The kiss becomes more heated. Helaena gently pushes you to lay back on the bed, brings your skirts up, then spreads your legs, then her own, before positioning her cunny above your own, then grinds down against you.

Helaena's fingers dig into the flesh of your thigh to keep her stable. Both of you still had your small clothes on, but even with the added layers between you, it still felt incredible with the pressure against your clit. It doesn’t take Helaena long to reach her peak; she grips a hold of your breast as perfect moans leave her mouth.

You come undone not long after, and Helaena curls up next to you.

—

“Can I ask you something?”

Helaena was sitting cross-legged at the foot of the bed, looking content as she worked on her needlework. She nods ever so slightly while remaining focused on the task she was doing.

“Why did you start going to pleasure houses?” You thought it was a fair question to ask since that was where you first met Princess Helaena, and after all this time, why she even started sneaking out of the keep remained a mystery. When she doesn’t answer, you worry you’ve offended her. “You don’t need to tell me if you don’t feel comfortable—”

“Because of Aegon.”

That wasn’t the answer you were expecting, “Aegon?”

“I asked him why he would always go with his friends, and he said aside from dragon riding, it was the only place he could be free. And that’s what I wanted—to be free.”

A woman would never truly be free.

Helaena stops doing her needle work and looks over her shoulder. “You should tell Prince Daemon.”

“Hmm, I’d rather not.”

“I’m making this for the babe. Soon you’ll be married and making things for your own child.”

For some reason, her words make you feel slightly sad. “I’m not like you. I don’t have maternal instincts. I pity any babe I have.”

“You’ll be a great mother one day. Both Lord Stark and any future children will be lucky to have you.”

A few beats pass before speaking again. You swallow thickly and say, “It won’t be long until the sun comes up. I was thinking you haven’t really seen Dragonstone before; you should come join me, and I’ll show you the island. I’m sure Dreamfyre would enjoy it; all the dragons seem to strive there.”

Gently, Helaena cups your cheek; the glossiness of tears has suddenly appeared in them. She looks frightened. “It is our fate, I think, to crave what we cannot have. I am made of spools of green, and you are made of spools of black.”

—

“I’m fine, Ser Marbrand; there is no need to alert Prince Daemon. I only tripped, walking back up.”

The knight looks as if he wants to argue, but he simply nods and closes the door to your quarters. Hearing a familiar squeal, you run over to your window and watch the cannibal take flight from the beach. He had landed next to the carcass of a horse on a small hill higher up on the path you’d normally walk on. Climbing back down on the damp rocks to reach the path you slipped, scraping the side of your left arm before hitting the ground, dirt sticking to your face and hands.

Stepping away from the window, you remove your jacket, sit down in front of your vanity, and start picking leaves from your hair.

The door to your chamber suddenly swings open, and Rhaenyra begins to rush inside. “Vissera!” she gasps. “One of my ladies said you were hurt; why didn’t you call for a maester?”

“I’ve only scratched my arm; I’ll live.”

Her expression is hard to read; she remains tight-lipped for a few moments, then says, “You’ve got dirt in your hair.”

Rhaenyra picks up a comb and gently starts detangling the messed-up hair and brushing the dirt out. Her touch was gentle and motherly, and you absolutely hated the way it made you feel. Rhaenyra wasn’t your mother, and there was no point in allowing yourself to pretend.

A wave of grief suddenly hits you, and you leap from the chair and say, “Stop, just stop!”

Rhaenyra looks completely baffled. She gulps down, "If I have offended you—“

“Offended me?” You scoff. Shaking your head, you say, “Nobody’s here for me.”

You don’t even realize you’re crying until Rhaenyra steps closer to you and wipes away a fallen tear. She attempts to cup your cheek, but you back away from her.

“I know the feeling,” she says softly. “But you aren’t alone. Your father, your siblings, and I all care for you deeply.”

“Aside from my dragon, I’ve spent the last few years alone.”

Her eyes are full of sympathy, which angers you further. You didn’t want her pity. “Your father wanted you here.”

“I always thought Daemon would come back for me, but then he married Lady Laena and had Baela and Rhaena leavening me behind in Runestone without a parent. Then, when Lady Laena died, I thought he might want me. I would have been able to comfort my sisters because I knew what it was like to not have a mother. I even went looking for Daemon on the beach at his wife’s funeral and saw you together on the beach.”

“Vissera…”

“He doesn’t care about anyone, not really.”

“Daemon loves you.”

“No, he doesn’t.” You go and sit on the edge of your bed. Years of pent-up emotions are starting to spill out. “Do you have any idea how many times I visited the brothels in King's Landing just to try and gain his attention? And not once did he care.”

She smiles softly and says, "Oh, he did. There was a reason no man ever tried to be improper with you. He had made it clear anyone who even attempted it would be cut down by dark sister.”

Standing in front of you, Rhaenyra takes your hand in hers. “I apologize if I’ve played a part in making you feel unwanted. You remind me much of myself at your age; I felt completely alone until I had Jace.”

“Didn’t you have Daemon by your side?”

“No,” she says, rubbing at her bump. “He left me when I needed him most.”

You were surprised; for years, you thought it was only yourself he had let down.

—

“I was about to send all the knights on the island looking for you,” your father laughs. He looks between you and Rhaenyra and says, "Is everything okay?”

“Yes.”

You and the princess had a long conversation about her life in the keep, and how lonely she felt, which is why she always went back to your father. Rhaenyra wasn’t completely innocent, but neither were you.

“We were just spending a little time getting to know each other better.”

Rhaenyra discreetly squeezes your hand before going to sit beside your father at the table you'll be dining at. You sit down at the opposite side of the table next to Jacaerys, who gives you an appreciative nod just as the food is served.

Just as the meal was finished, Lucerys handed you a scroll. “I almost forgot; the maester asked me to give you this.”

You doubted that was completely true; Luke probably offered so you would have something to talk about. “Why thank you, Luke.”

He smiles brightly.

You wanted to meet the young boy halfway since he was trying to make an effort with you. “A friend gave me a book about dragons that has blank pages; perhaps in the morrow you can write about Arrax.”

“I’d love to.”

You smile at him, remaining smiling when you open up the scroll. As you read over the handwritten words, you feel your stomach drop. Jacaerys notices the sudden change in your mood and whispers, “What’s wrong?”

It seems the princess who consumed so much of your thoughts no longer wanted to see you. “I suddenly don’t feel well; excuse me.”

You abruptly leave the table and speed walk to the point of almost running back towards your quarters while fighting to hold back tears.

—

The letter Helaena wrote didn’t make sense; the more times you read it, the more confusing it was. It felt off; rejection was one thing, but the wording of it just seemed cruel. Your eyes swelled with fresh tears; it pained you to know this is how she really felt about the time you’d spent together.

There’s a light knock at your door, “come in.”

You expect to see another jug of wine being brought into the room, but instead it’s Jacaerys with a worried look on his face. “I’m guessing you’re feeling better now,” he says, motioning to the empty goblet on your table. “Have you been crying?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Very well. I didn’t mean to bother you; I just wanted to make sure—”

You force a smile, and you brush your braided hair back behind your shoulder. “I said I didn’t want to talk about it, not that I wanted to be alone. Care to join me?”

He looks hesitant; no doubt Rhaenyra wouldn’t be happy if he got drunk with you. Sighing, you say, “You don’t need to drink with me; just stay for a little bit.”

He looks slightly happier with that offer, and he comes to join you at the table.

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starogeorgina · 1 year ago

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Heart of glass

Warning: Smut, swearing

Pairing: Helaena Targaryen × OC

1.03

You look between Princess Rhaenyra and your father in disbelief. “She wants me to marry Prince Aemond?”

Rhaenyra nods. “Yes, she would like to announce the betrothal in a fortnight.”

You open your mouth but don’t get the chance as your father tosses his cup at the wall, causing both you and Rhaenyra to jump before you can protest. With his head tilted down, he presses his clenched fists against the table. “I will not allow that one-eyed cunt anywhere near my daughter,” he hisses, looking directly at Rhaenyra. “Do you remember what happened after Laena’s funeral? To even suggest such a betrothal is an insult.” Your father goes to the fireplace and retrieves his sword from the dark sister that is hanging above it. “I will go to King's Landing myself and—”

“Daemon,” Rhaenyra says, shaking her head. “Going to the red to keep angry isn’t the solution; there will be a better way to handle this. We must reject this proposal without being offensive.”

Your father scoffs, “as Alicent did when she rejected the offer of marrying Jacaerys to Helaena.”

Your jaw clenches. Alicent had the opportunity to marry her sweet girl to someone who would treat her far better than Aegon, but out of spite, she married her to a drunken fool who ignored her most of the time.

Rhaenyra takes hold of your father's arm, and he slowly lowers his sword to his side. Shaking her head, she says, “We mustn’t be offensive because it will be Vissera that the greens take their anger out on.”

“I’d like to see them fucking try.”

You shrug, “Inform the queen I'm already betrothed to another.”

Rhaenyra offers you a small smile while your father rolls his eyes. “And who is your purpose, I say is your intended?” He asks. “You’ve rejected every suitor that has asked for your hand.”

“That’s not true.”

“What?” Your father asks, looking unimpressed. “Why haven’t you informed me of this before? Who has asked for your hand?”

Rhaenyra looks unimpressed by her husband's sarcasm. “Is there any man in particular you’d like to marry?”

The moment becomes slightly awkward as you remain silent. What did she expect you to say? Aside from one, everyone who had asked for your hand was far too old and desperately wanted to marry someone with the blood of the dragon to add more power to their house. You finally reply, “Cregan Stark, the Lord of Winterfell, has asked for my hand.”

Rhaenyra stands behind your father and rubs at his shoulder. She sighs, “This is why you came to Dragonstone, isn’t it?”

Your father clicks his tongue and says, “And here I thought it was to pay me a visit.”

“Why would I? You don’t even write to me,” you scoff, “but yes, I came to get my father's blessing.”

Your father sits down again and motions for you to do the same. “I suggest we have a proper discussion and come to a decision before we reply to those Hightower cunts.”

—

“You’d think a lady with so many admirers wouldn’t look so sour.”

You roll your eyes at Jace’s comment. You were enjoying the solitude of being in one of the chambers overlooking Dragonstone, but Rhaenyra and Jacaerys found you. “Daemon has already sent a raven north to accept Lord Stark's proposal and is currently writing to Alicent to inform her you are already betrothed.”

“I haven’t been north since I was a girl; I barely remember meeting Cregan.”

"Well, you certainly made an impression, and a good one at that,” Rhaenyra smiles. “Who did you travel north with?”

Her question stung; it was moments like this that reminded you that the princess knew so little about you. “My cousin Gerold Royce and his lady wife. Speaking of him, I’d like to return to Runestone myself and inform him myself of this bethrothel.”

“I think that’s an excellent idea,” she smiles. “You should ask one of your siblings to join you; it would be nice for them to see where you grew up.”

Rhaenyra probably meant for Baela and Rhaena to join you, but another idea crossed your mind. You turn to Jacaerys and ask, “Will you join me, my prince?”

“You want me to go with you?” He asks, surprised.

“Why not?” You shrug. “It would only be for one or two nights, and you will be heir to the throne one day. It would be good for the future king to see all the places he’ll be ruling over.”

Jace looks hesitant. It suddenly occurred to you that the prince had never traveled without his family before. You force a smile and say, “Sorry, it was a bad idea.”

Rhaenyra places her hand on your shoulder. “I’ll ask the maester to change Jacaerys afternoon lessons to the morrow instead of the afternoon. I think it will be good for my son to see more of the seven kingdoms. That is, if he wishes to go.”

Jace smiles and says, “I think it would be fun. It would be good to see where Vissera grew up.”

—

You stroke Helaena's hair as she lays with her head resting on your bare stomach. The grass beneath you was surprisingly soft, and the hill you were on was on an isolated island, so you had the freedom to be together out in the open without disturbance. Your eyes were heavy, as tiredness from your previous orgasms had taken a lot out of you.

Wordless, Helaena put a hand on your breast, then bent to take a nipple in her mouth. Her other hand drifted down across the soft curve of your belly, then, in between your legs, she smirked, feeling your wetness. “You’ve enjoyed being out in the open more than I anticipated,” she giggles before sinking a finger into you and then rubbing her thumb over your clit. “I’d never tire of seeing you like this.”

“Gods, it’s too much! I’m too sensitive!”

“You can give me another,” Helaena says before sliding another finger into you.

When she feels your cunt starting to clench around her, she pulls her fingers out and sucks them into her mouth. She hooks one leg over and rubs her wet cunt against yours. She moans while desperately rubbing your clit’s move against one another. Her breasts swayed as she moved, chasing after her own pleasure. It made you happy to see how much more confident Helaena had become in such a short space of time. She was no longer blushing and timed, but now a princess who knew exactly what she wanted.

“I’m getting close again!”

“Me too, princess!” You hold onto Helaena’s hips, helping her grind against you. “Fuck!”

You stared up at the clear sky as your dragon circled above. Dreamfyre was sleeping further up the hill, blissfully unaware of what her rider had been doing a short distance away. Being with the princess helped you feel more at ease; all your fears about marriage were pushed to the back of your mind.

“Marriage isn’t all bad; sometimes good things come out of it.”

You let out a chuckle. “I doubt it. Marriages for political arrangements haven’t been known to end well.”

Helaena turns her head up slightly to face you. “I saw a maester yesterday.”

“Are you sick?”

“No, I’m with the child again,” she smiles brightly and rubs at her stomach.

“Oh,” you say, feeling as if you’ve been punched in the gut. “Congratulations.”

There was no doubt Helaena loved her twins and would love her new baby just as much, but a part of you felt defeated. Another thing was about to change, and you would eventually lose the only person that made you feel safe. It wasn’t in your nature to become overly attached to others; there was no other person aside from Jace that you felt a genuine connection with.

Helaena turns her body so she is leaning over yours, and she kisses your stomach just above your navel. “I would still like it if we could spend time together,” she says, kissing your body until she reaches your shoulder and rests her head on it. “Nothing needs to change; having children is the only benefit of performing my duty as a wife.”

You listen to Helaena talk about motherhood and the special bond she shared with her twins, but the stirring in your stomach as you're filled with unease becomes too much. You sit up, causing Helaena to move back. A lump starts to build in your throat, and you quickly start to redress. “Sorry—it’s getting late, and I'm somewhere I need to be.”

“Can we meet again tomorrow?”

“I’m returning to Runestone, so it will be a few days before we can meet again.” You press your lips against hers and say, “I will see you when I’m back, princess.”

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