#I HOPE YOU ENJOY THEM RHAE

[softspiderling]

HAPPY FREAKING BIRTHDAYYY

🏖️sandcastles in the sand - Jace Velaryon x reader, best friend's wedding. I'm curious as to what your wonderful mind will conjure up💖

ahh thanks for the request! using this as a way to somehow find my way out of the slump…👀 hope you enjoy!

you don’t know love | j.v

word count: around 500

author’s note: yeah idk just wrote what i was vibing with idk

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Baela and Addam were floating over the dance floor - her a dream in white and him in a very handsome navy suit - their first dance as a married couple. Your heart was full as you watched them dance to the song they had picked over a year ago when they first started planning the wedding. You took a shaky breath, suddenly realizing that tears were gathering in your eyes and you looked over your shoulder, searching for your purse you had left at somewhere on your seat.

"Tissue?"

Hearing his voice almost made the tears in your eyes disappear, but he only looked at you expectantly as he offered his handkerchief to you.

"Thanks," you answered curtly, plucking the cornflower blue handkerchief out of his hand as you soaked up the tears in your eyes with the corners of the fancy cloth. Instead of turning back to watch the dancing couple again, Jace kept his inquisitive eyes on you, his hand in his pocket. With an annoyed sigh, you glanced at him, frowning.

“What?”

Jace gave you one of his signature smirks before he replied.

“I didn’t think you were a crier.”

Leave it to Jace to be an absolute jerk at his cousin’s wedding. You rolled your eyes at him, suddenly lacking any tears.

“I’m surprised there’s any thinking going on in that head of yours.”

Jace snickered, leaning his head forward. His curls fell into his face and you would almost call him hot if you didn’t know this was Jace you were talking about.

“Same old,” he only chuckled, before looking up again. A look you couldn’t quite decipher passed over his face and he inclined his head towards the dancefloor.

“Feel like dancing?”

You furrowed your brows at him.

“Baela and Addam are still-“ your voice died down when you turned to the dancefloor, where several couples have joined. You hadn’t even noticed that the first dance was over already. Your eyes flickered back to Jace and he only offered you his hand.

“I-“

Rhaena calling your name across the venue broke you out of your reverie, your answer lost.

“Hey,” Rhaena said, grasping your wrist, breathless. “Been looking everywhere for you. Staff has a problem with the apps and I need you in the kitchen.”

Jace had already stuffed his hand back in his pocket, giving you a wink.

“Maid of honor duty calls.”

Right.

“Okay, Rhae,” you sighed, following her as Rhaena led you toward the kitchen, Jace’s invitation still burnt in your mind. The two of you had never crossed the line again after that one night, and you couldn’t help but wonder why he would even think about asking you for a dance. Not that you were gonna say no, but still. Squeezing your eyes shut, you let out a sigh.

“Wait.”

You stopped abruptly, turning over your shoulder as you looked for Jace. He was still in the spot you had left him, his back turned to you.

“Hey Targaryen!”

Jace whirled around when you called him, an eyebrow raised. Even from a distance, you could read his facial expressions so well. You looked at him for a beat, before grinning.

“Find me later for that dance.”

A grin spread over Jace’s face, and he gave a slow nod, before you turned back around, now tugging Rhaena towards the kitchen as she eyed you in amusement, but you ignored her, the same way you were ignoring the butterflies in your stomach.

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author’s note: the way i was so close to making this a wedding between cregan and alysanne 😭

[marthawrites]

A Not So Hidden Secret

Modern Rhaenyra Targaryen x fem reader

Word count: 2.6k+

About: Rhaenyra discovers something in the bedroom that you, admittedly, forgot about, but didn't want her to know about!

Includes: This is mostly porn with some general plot to set things up. So, SMUT. Featuring established relationship, soft dom Rhae vibes, praise, sex toys (nipple clamps and vibrators) pushing reader out of her comfort zone, minor pain play, reader receiving oral sex, overstimulation, after care, fluff

Note: Hello lovely reader! Rhaenyra's age isn't specified in this fic, so you can read it with either "younger" (milly alcock) or "older" (emma d'arcy) Rhaenyra. I wrote it with older Rhae in mind, but how you read it is up to you! Reader is non-descript. As always, please enjoy!

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“When were you going to tell me about these, sweetling?” Rhaenyra asked as she came out of your shared bedroom and sat on the couch with you. Casually, she pulled your foot into her lap so she could idly trace over the lower portion of your leg. She held something in her hand and if you could see her you’d see a sly little grin on her face. 

Her soft voice–filled with amusement–barely registered as you read your book. Turning the page, you didn’t bother to stop as you asked, “hm?”

She’d sat down on the opposite end of the couch where you laid to read, and you felt the cushions dip as she shifted over you. Straddling your hips, she pushed the book down so your attention was on her and not whatever silly who-done-it you were currently reading. “I said, when were you going to tell me about these?” She held up a small clear plastic bag and realization hit you.

Oh hell–the nipple clamps!

“Where did you find those!?” You half-squeaked, face hot with embarrassment–and maybe a teeny bit of guilt for not telling her.

Rhaenyra’s eyes danced with curious humor. “They weren't hidden. I went to wear some of your fluffy socks I like and they were right on top of your dresser.”

It's true. They weren't hidden. 

Yours and Rhaenyra’s relationship had been going strong for nearly two years now, and when she invited you to move in you practically screamed with joy. She was an absolute delight and treated you so well–and you, her! She lived in a beautiful townhouse in upscale King’s Landing that Viserys likely pulled a couple stings to make happen. But, Rhaenyra had always been his favorite child and there wasn't anything he'd skimp on for her. You’d been living together for almost six months. You didn’t hide anything from her–you had no reason to–and she didn’t hide anything from you. But these damn nipple clamps?

You looked between her eyes as tension coiled in your belly. Heat still lingered in your cheeks and you hoped she couldn’t see it. Biting your lip sheepishly, you said, “I can explain!”

She smirked. She had a dimple in her cheek and it was on full display. “Something I’m quite eager to hear about.”

You ran a hand down your face covering the giggle her words elicited from you. “Okay okay, so…,” you started, looking up at her as demurely as you could. “Remember when I bought that toy a month or so back?”

“Mm-hm,” she answered, dimple deepening.

“Well when I checked out apparently I spent enough to earn a ‘free gift’ if I wanted. So, I thought, what the heck! and clicked yes. I was hoping for maybe a tiny vibe or something, ya know? One of those cute ones that looks like lipstick or something,” you giggled again, blushing deeper. You shouldn’t feel embarrassed talking to your girlfriend about this sort of thing–you both loved toys!–but sometimes you did feel a wave of embarrassment talking about them outside of the bedroom.

Rhaenyra hummed in acknowledgment. “I see,” she said. “And when you opened your box and saw these… did you try them on?” Her voice was lower, now, a feminine husk that tickled along your senses in the most wicked ways. Amusement still glinted in her eyes, too, and made them all the more lovely. 

You shook your head, exclaiming, “no! They freaked me out a little, honestly!” You wish you would have thrown the stupid things away. Or at least hid them! Tension shuddered up and down your spine. Warmth began to slowly spread outward from your center, and you were glad you weren’t straddling her. If you were, she'd know exactly what she was doing to you. Being beneath her gaze like this shouldn't affect you in such a way, but… it did. “I haven’t even opened them!”

She laughed. Lowering, she kissed you and purred, “and here I thought I ruined a surprise you had for me.”

With her lips on yours any teasing retort you might have said flew out the window. The initial playfulness of her kiss shifted to something deeper, hungrier. Breaking away from it, you pouted, “sorry for disappointing you,” with a tiny grin of your own.

One of her hands pushed up beneath the front of your shirt, causing the material to bunch the higher she went. She felt your ribs hitch and she hummed against your mouth, delighted. Going higher still, she palmed over the swell of your sports bra covered breast and that hum turned into an appreciative moan. “I know a way to make it up to me,” she suggested, fingers splaying wide as she brushed over the fullness of your breasts.

Your breath started to come quicker and the liquid warmth between your thighs grew needier. “Oh yeah?” You asked, spine arching up into her touch. Your own hands pushed up the tops of her thighs until your fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her biker shorts and snapped it teasingly against her waist.

“Yeah. You can try them on now. For me. You’ll let me clamp those pretty nipples, won’t you?” Her voice might have tilted slightly with the question, but there was no question about it.

Yes, yes, yes.

Biting your lip, you nodded as you looked up at her. “Okay, yeah. Let’s do it.”

The expression she gave you was purely feline. Rolling off you, she offered you her hand. “In our room,” she said, tilting her head in its direction.

A trail of strewn clothes littered the space between the living room and bedroom, and Rhaenyra didn’t even bother to close the curtains as she stepped right between your legs when you sat on the edge of the bed. The townhouse was two-stories high and with the position of the window, as well as the arrangement of your room, there was an extremely low chance of anyone seeing anything. She looked down at you and traced the back of her hand over your jaw before sliding her thumb over your mouth. “Those eyes are so pretty looking up at me like this,” she cooed. “My perfect girl.”

Shivers filled your body at her praise. “Nyra…,” you whined, blushing yet again, doing your best to not turn your face away from her in flustered embarrassment.

“My sweet girl still feeling shy about her little secret?” Rhaenyra asked as she opened the plastic bag, pulling the chained clamps out. It clanked softly in the quiet room. “Ooh, these can get really tight,” she said as she showed you the pinch of the clamp. “Let’s loosen those a bit, yeah?” She asked amusedly as she twisted the screw looser on each. 

The tips were covered in a brightly colored smooth rubber, and you assumed it was for the comfort of the wearer. Anticipation fizzed in your belly as you watched Rhae. She only wore her underwear, as did you, and it somehow made the setting all the more intimate.

“There,” she breathed, testing the tightness on the tip of her pinky. “Ready?

Gulping–and unintentionally squirming–you nodded. “I am.” Still sitting, you leaned back on your hands and the position allowed you to easily arch your spine as you offered your breasts to her. You watched as she clipped one on. You gasped. Once she clipped the second on you gasped sharper. 

Leaning down, Rhaenyra kissed you softly. “Good girl,” she whispered against your lips. “How do they feel?”

You looked down the front of your chest, and Rhaenyra took the moment to inspect her work, too; electricity charged the bedroom’s air. Your nipples were pinched tight and the very tips of them buzzed. “Feels weird,” you giggled, still trying to wrap your head around the strange sensation. “It doesn’t hurt-hurt but it sort of hurts.” You realized how silly it sounded as soon as you said it. “Think they’ll fall off?” You asked, shimmying your shoulders in a way that sent your tits swaying just slightly. The little chain rattled and somehow that made you feel all the more dirty about it.

“Fuck,” she hissed beneath her breath, watching. “God, you have the sexiest tits. Can’t believe you let me clamp them. You are the loveliest gem,” she said before she was on your mouth again. The kiss was immediately hot and heavy, desperate in a way that made you sink your fingers into her half-messy updo, stray little curls framing her face. With a soft moan she pushed you back, careful to not disturb the clamps or chain too much. 

Laying on your back, you wrapped your legs around Rhaenyra’s waist and kissed her with fervor. “Think I want them off now,” you admitted, really starting to feel the pain of them.

She hushed you. “Shh, no, not yet, sweetling. You’re doing very well. They hurt?” 

You nodded, looking up into her desire glazed eyes with your softened doe eyes.

“Let me show you how sweet the pain can make the pleasure,” she said, expression turning sweetly wicked. Without giving you any time to ask questions or protest, she slid down the front of your body until she laid between your thighs. In a single sweeping movement she tugged your panties off; those things didn’t stand a chance. She groaned as she saw how wet you were, how ready your body was, how responsive you’ve been to this new experiment. “Fucking hell, love,” she rasped. “You could take my strap right now without any prep. You are so fucking wet.”

A hazy fog already began to settle in your brain. Anticipation, emotions, and sensations sent your hips squirming in need. You made a little sound in response to her words, but no actual words came out of your mouth. She hadn’t even started on you yet and already she rendered you to an unintelligible mess. 

Her arms wrapped around your thighs and positioned you just how she wanted, and she instantly dragged her tongue up the fullness of your center. She lapped full lazy licks up your slit, catching and kissing your clit at the top of each stroke, before doing it all over again.

And again.

Your hands flew down to her hands squeezing into your thighs, and you squeezed atop them as she devoured your pussy. Too much. It was already too much. How was it already too much? “Oh my god..!” You breathed, gasping, a tight coil of pleasure already threatening to snap in those low muscles of your belly. “H-holy fucking shit…!”

Rhaenerya planned to murder you. Truly.

She moaned into you and didn’t stop. She gently drew your swollen clit into her mouth and slid her tongue over it, feeling your thighs begin to shudder around her. She alternated between licking and sucking–even kissing the bud when she thought you needed to catch a full breath–until your hands were in her hair.

“God! N-Nyra..! I’m gonna co-,” and before you could finish whimpering out those final words, she shattered you. Orgasm rolled over you in warm waves of bliss. Still, she never stopped, and you rode it out until it threatened to crest into a second peak and become painful. 

It was then, and only then, that she stopped and looked up at you, panting almost as much as you were. “You taste so fucking good. Stay right here, I’m not done with you yet.” She slipped off the bed and walked over to your dresser, going right for the drawer you kept all your toys. Picking out a vibrator she knew you loved–its width and shape always making quick work of you–she smiled like a succubus. Crawling back between your legs, she once again didn’t give you time to protest before turning it on. “Don’t even think about taking those clamps off.”

You opened your mouth to say something in retort but the second you did you felt–and saw–Rhaenrya begin to push that big vibrator into your clenching, soaked, needy fucking pussy. Your eyes rolled closed when she seated it fully inside you. Tension instantly returned to your core and you barely covered your mouth in time to muffle an overstimulated cry. The muscles of your abdomen flexed and tightened, hips stuttering, as bliss threatened to push you over the edge. 

God you fucking loved this thing. 

“If only you could see yourself right now,” Rhaenrya cooed as she watched you from below, able to see not only your saturated cunt as she pumped the toy in and out of you, but also see up your belly to your breasts, and your blissed out face above those. “You are so lovely. So perfect. So fucking sexy and dirty.”

“P-please! Too much. Too much,” you gasped, still shuddering and clenching on your vibrator.

She smirked like the devil himself as she leaned forward and began to lavish your clit with her tongue and lips once again. She held the vibrator inside you, keeping it in place and not letting it squeeze out from your clenching depths. Nor did she pump it in and out of you. She simply kept it there. Deep. Buzzing away inside your perfect walls on one of its highest settings. She let all those inner muscles do the work as she ate your clit.

If you thought the first (or was it two?) orgasm was too much, this one really was. A strangled cry left your throat as blinding pleasure pulsed through every single nerve-ending in your body. Molten lava consumed you. You were weightless. Formless. Your hips spasmed beneath her and you thought you might actually pass out.

Carefully, with one final kiss to your clit, she pulled the toy out from your overstimulated center. She turned it off and dropped it on the bed. She moved to lay beside you, kissing your cheek. With a much softer expression, she asked, “you okay?”

You hadn’t realized the intensity of your last orgasm caused more than physical release to flood you. Tears had gathered in your eyes and slid down your temples. It’s not that you were sad–not at all–but the sensation had been that intense. You couldn’t remember the last time this happened! The tears were short lived and as soon as you wiped them away, no more came. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you answered softly, voice thicker and more horse than you expected. “Holy shit. I’m more than okay,” you laughed, honestly dumbfounded at how your body could still be weightless and tingling. “I’m honestly fucking amazing right now.”

“Good,” she answered with a little giggle of her own. “I’m going to take the clamps off now, okay?”

You nodded, slowly coming back into yourself.

Once your nipples were free of the clamps, she tenderly kissed each one. “You did so, so very well. I’m beyond proud of you my sweet, perfect, lovely girl,” she said as she nuzzled soft kisses at the corner of your mouth, your cheek, your neck.

You tickled her face with kisses too, soaking in all of her sweet lovey words. “Pretty sure my soul is still coming back to my body, but, once it does I am so tackling the fuck outta you,” you proclaimed fiercely, wanting to give her even a fraction of what she had given you.

That got a laugh out of her. “Take your time, sweetling,” she winked. “I’m half starved. I’ll go order us dinner and be back in for said tackling. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect,” you agreed as you watched her walk out of the bedroom in only her panties, searching for her phone to call something in from one of your favorite restaurants.

By the time you were done giving thanks to your girlfriend for all the pleasure she gave you, dinner was cold on the front porch. But, even with that, it was still one of the best damn meals you'd had lately.

After dinner, you found your book on the couch again, and Rhaenyra flicked on the latest show she'd been binging–both of you sharing one really big, really soft, blanket.

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[sapphire-writes]

Hi! Could I request Aegon Targaryen x reader

Yn is his sister wife and Helena’s twin and she see vision and also dreamy like her twin but more self aware. And she saw when Aemond got his eye cut out and when Deamon and Rhaenyra had s*x after Laena’s funeral. So during the last supper (Also If you could can you add Rhaenys to the dinner) after Helena’s toast yn makes her toast and she tells everyone the truth on what happened the night Aemond lost his eye and tells them what she saw Rhaenyra and Daemon doing and just goes off on them. Then the kids reaction to the Rhae and daemon is disgust and anger on how they would do that to there mother. You could add or just adjusted to your liking. Thank you. X

The Dreamer's Toast

pairing: Aegon x Sister!Wife!Reader word count: 0.6k warnings: reader is Aegon's sister wife, language note: Hope you enjoy 💚 masterlist

“I should like to make a toast,” you said, rising from the table, goblet held up towards the air. You could not help yourself at the sight of your half-sister Rheanyra sitting next to Daemon. Princess Rhaenys sat to your right, glancing at you as you stood. It was the first time you spoke all evening. 

Your sister Helaena gazed up at you, sensing her twin’s fury. You sisters were quite alike. Both of you dreamers, doomed to be underestimated by the members of your family. 

But not tonight. 

You could no longer hold in the secret you kept since that fateful night on Driftmark. When you dreamt of your sweet half-sister Rhaenyra during the night, watching as she kissed and caressed Daemon Targaryen. The dream was ripped from your mind as your vision filled with blood, and you had awoken screaming.

“A toast to my sister, Rhaenyra,” you say, giving her a tight smile, “and her new husband, Daemon.”

Daemon’s eyes meet yours.

Say it. He had said in the throne room before slicing Vaemond Velaryon’s head from his shoulders. Would he do the same to you? 

“That is one thing about my sister,” you continue, “ever the devoted lover. Even when her kin’s blood spills to the floor.”

“Y/N-” your mother Alicent hisses, but you ignore her. 

“Did you feel it in your bones, sister?” you seethe, knuckles turning white as you grip the glass, “when our brother lost an eye. When your son maimed him?” 

Aegon giggles from his seat, eyes wide at the sight before him. He feels sometimes that he is the only one who truly sees the fire within you. Aemond’s eye watches you carefully. The only one who demands justice on his behalf besides your mother. 

“I did,” you continue, words coming out more in a growl, “I felt our brother’s pain, while you were too drunk on your uncle’s cock.”

The room is deathly silent. 

“What?” 

Baela is the first to speak. Her eyebrows knit together as she looks at Daemon and Rhaenyra. 

“Is it true?” Baela demands. Rhaenyra opens her mouth to speak, but Baela continues.

“Our mother was barely laid to rest. Your wife,” she snaps, head turning to her father. Daemon’s glare is murderous and aimed directly at you. 

You tilt your chin, bringing your cup to your lips. Alicent stands.

“Cousin-” Rhaenyra says, looking towards Rhaenys. Princess Rhaenys scoffs, holding her hand out to silence Rhaenyra. 

“Y/N, why would you say such things in front of all these people?” she whispers, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. 

“She was merely defending her family mother,” Aemond says, immediately coming to your aid. 

“Speaking the truth,” Rhaenys says, rising from her chair. She glares at Rhaenyra. 

“All this time, I have stood by you,” she seethes, “both of you.” 

Daemon has not removed his eyes from you. You do not waver under his stare. 

“My children deserved better,” Rhaenys said, “as do my grandchildren.” 

She moves to put her hands on Baela and Rhaena’s shoulders. 

“The girls shall return with me to Driftmark,” Rhaenys says. Jace and Luke are sitting silently, in utter disbelief, their faces painted.  

Rhaenrya looks at you, eyes full of tears. 

“Why?” she spits.

“You think of no one but yourself,” you hiss at her, “mother was right about you. Everyone around you is trampled under your pretty foot.”

Alicent glances at Rhaenyra, a pained expression on her face. 

“I am done being stepped on,” you tell her, eyes moving to Daemon. The Rogue Prince sits silently, most likely planning your demise. 

“Well done, my wife,” Aegon says, rising from his chair. He clinks his goblet against yours giving you a loving smile, as though blissfully unaware of the tension in the room. 

“A marvelous toast.”

[writingsofwesteros]

rhae’s step twin brother fucking alicent while rhaenyra watches? i can imagine nyra being bratty so step bro decides to punish her by making her watch him fuck his best friend

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

“This could have been you.” You hummed over to Rhaenyra. Her eyes were still so wide since she had walked in on the situation. Alicent’s moans echoed around the room as she whimpered; her hands clutched into the sheets. She was on her hands and knees as your thick, hard cock filled her.

“I do not want you.” Rhaenyra nearly snarled. Her eyes were on fire as her hair was left in a loose bun. She couldn’t take her eyes off Alicent who was bouncing back on your cock now that her shyness had been fucked from her. “Oh, I don’t mean me.” You purred; taunting Rhaenyra with a growing smirk.

You watched as her face dropped slightly. Alicent was far too gone in the pleasure you were giving her to realise. You raised an eyebrow as your smirk never left your face. Oh, how you were going to play with her; with the both of them, you thought as your hand slowly moved up Alicent’s back.

“She’s pretty, is she not?” You purred; tugging on those glorious locks and tugging Alicent. Her bare, soft body was on full display as you pulled her against your chest. Rhaenyra could not even pretend she was not staring as her eyes moved over her friend’s body. Once upon a time, Alicent would be blushing; but her pleasure was too much.

“Yes…” Rhaenyra nearly snarled. Her annoyance was quite clear and you were enjoying this a little too much. Alicent’s walls clamped down on your cock as your thrusts only quickened. “Has she not been paying attention to you?” You purred into Alicent’s ear as her head lolled back onto you.

Her big, brown eyes rolled as your lager hand moved over her stomach. “Hmm?” You whispered. “No…” Alicent finally whimpered out. The sound of her wetness echoing around the room as you continued fucking her. Her sweet gasps music to your ears as you locked onto Rhaenyra once more.

“Poor thing…all alone.” You hummed as her moans continued. Your hand slowly moved down her body now; gently cupping her weeping pussy that you were stuffing. Rhaenyra’s eyes followed your movement and you noticed her thighs rubbing together. The act only had you smirking even more.

“You should of seen her, Nyra…fucking squirting on my cock before.” You whispered out; taunting them both as Alicent began to whimper now. Her blush came over her cheeks as Rhaenyra softly gasped out. “Did you know she could do this?” You couldn’t help but tease some more.

Rhaenyra could only shake her head as she watched the display in front of her. You noticed the thin layer of her dress showing off her pebbling nipples without care. “Yes..I imagine you are busy with..is it Criston or Harwin now?” You hummed. Alicent whimpered as your fat head pushed against her spongy spot.

“Shh…I’ve got you.” You purred. The sound of your bodies slapping together echoed around the room as your hand moved over her mouth now. The moans falling from her muted if only for the moment. “Fuck, she’s tight….a sweet, little virgin she was.” You whispered over Alicent’s head towards Nyra.

“Y/N…” Rhaenyra began. She shuffled in her seat as she gulped. “You wanted to be a brat.” You hummed over to her. Your free hand moved over to Alicent’s bouncing breast and you began to harshly palm at her. Her body was beginning to shake now as her stomach tightened in pleasure.

“Are you going to cum again, sweet girl?” You whispered into her ear. Tugging her hair once more; you passionately captured her lips. Your eyes never moving from Rhaenyra as you tongue fucked her best friend. Alicent was near drooling as she whimpered against your lips some more.

Those big eyes of hers could only stare up at you as her breathing became heavy. Your own stomach was tightening as you quickened your thrusts. “Good girl…” You whispered your praises still. You had quickly realised it was Alicent’s downfall and with a father like hers; you knew why.

“Look at her.” You whispered into Alicent’s ear as your movements never stopped. You jackhammered inside her without stopping as you began to chase your own release. Their eyes locked on as Rhaenyra’s hands tightened their hold on the chair; just as you had ordered. “Cum for me.” You ordered the sweet doe you had in your hands.

“Fucking going to breed her - then she’ll be mine.” You hummed; threatening them both as you moaned out. Alicent’s walls fluttered around your cock at your words whilst Rhaenyra could only stare wide eyed at you. “You wouldn’t…” She finally whispered out in near shock as Alicent fell apart.

“Oh, you really should not have said that.” You purred. You slapped Alicent’s arse, causing her to cry out before falling head first into the sheets before her. She began to squirt around your cock once more whilst you only fucked her through her orgasm. Your smirk still on place as you quickened your thrusts.

For a moment; you lost yourself. Rhaenyra fell away from you as you roughly palmed Alicent’s arse. You spread her cheeks apart to watch as you slipped inside her with ease. Her wetness coating your length and falling onto the sheets now. “Fuck, that’s it..such a dirty girl.” You purred down at her.

The words had her shivering as you bullied her spongy spot some more. All Alicent could do was hiccup in pleasure again and again in tune to your own thrusts. It was not long before you were filling her up. Your cum flooding her. A ring of cream moving around your cock as you still gently moved.

“Fuck, yes…god…” You moaned; slapping her arse once more. She whimpered and clutched at the sheets as you gently removed yourself. Alicent was far too gone now as you chuckled. “Clean her up.” You ordered Rhaenyra without taking your eyes off the ruined beauty in front of her. 

“Wha…” Her words began but all it took was one look and she was slowly moving towards Alicent. You guided Rhaenyra to her knees before forcibly pushing her towards Alicent’s weeping pussy. Your own hand moved to your soft cock and you began to fist yourself. Your cum moving into Rhaenyra’s mouth had you hardening.

[lilap20]

CHAPTER I : The meeting of eyes

In the year 105, King Viserys organized moments of rejoicing for the birth of his future child, whom he said was the male heir. Rhaenyra 15 years towards his 16th year Nymeria 13 years towards his 14th year

PRINCESS POV

My mind frees as I observe the wings of my dragon getting lost in the clouds having its scale color, Nightmares seems to enjoy the flight although pressed by Syrax behind him who is doing everything to catch up with us.

Starting the day with a dragon race with my eldest is one of the best ways to spend the day. His dragon is bigger than mine in age but mine is taller and wider, its wings more spread than those of Syrax the golden dragon make it fast and agile.

Nightmares growls in the clouds as I dive through them allowing us to see King’s Landing, King’s Landing and the sea around us. The locals pay no heed to the dragons flying overhead, although they roar and growl in unison. Soon we arrive at the Dragonpit and my dragon's large wings make the dust rise. His landing makes the ground vibrate from his weight and he roars in victory because we have won my sister.

A smile hangs on my lips as I climb off him while stroking his long gray-white neck. He simpers a little with his blue gaze in mine as I laugh at my victory.

-Princess, I think it would be good if we allocated a new cave for Nightmares; he is getting too big for a closed cell, I would recommend an open cell. Meivos the goalkeeper intervenes

I nod positively towards the guardian, my hand warm on my dragon's scale and he does the same. Soon the ground is struck by the presence of Syrax and her dragon rider, the golden dragon roars in frustration something that can only make me laugh, and Rhaenyra gets off her, stroking her scales.

-It's nothing, we'll win another day. She whispers

The dragons easily surrender to the guardians and I turn to my sister with a big smile on my lips.

-I got you.

She laughs while pushing me then takes off her gloves with a blissful smile on her lips.

-He will become as big as Caraxes, your dragon.

-I hope so. I respond by taking her by the shoulders, a big smile stretching my lips

Rhaenyra greets the head of our father's Royal Guard and then runs towards her best friend Lady Alicent who is waiting for her in the carriage. I walk past them, glancing in greeting at the daughter of the Hand of the King.

-Did you enjoy your walk, Princess Nymeria? She asks with a beautiful smile

-I enjoyed it, thank you Lady Alicent. I answer as someone brings me my horse

I mount my pitch-black stallion without meeting my big sister's eyes. Not a day goes by without Rhae asking me to be more open with others, to get out of my books and open up to the people of this palace and to her friend. I just don't have time for that, I'm focused on my mother's fate, my apprenticeship, and my future trips if possible.

I leave the two young women there while my horse trots before galloping through the streets of the city. Freedom and the wind tangle my curly hair even more and I think my curls escaped from my thin braid once I passed the gates of the Red Keep.

-Ser Erryck, thank you for the welcome. I smile as I get off my horse while he holds the reins

-The Princess left early this morning. Said the man with the big beard like a Dotraki

-I have a lot of things planned before the Lords arrive for the big celebration. I explain as he entrusts my stallion to the squires

Following me closely, my faithful guard Ser Erryck Cargyll asks no more questions, following me wherever I go. We pass by my mother's rooms and he stops in front of the door before knocking on it announcing me.

-Mother, I said as I returned, I am back.

I see her laying on her sofa bed a fan in her hand as beautiful as the sunrise. The strongest woman in the Seven Kingdoms. When she sees me, her pale blue eyes light up and she holds out her hand to me, which I grab while sitting down in an armchair.

-How is my little dragon? She asks a suffering smile

My pale purple gaze slowly darkens as I look at her closer, she is so unwell, and no one wishes to free her from the burden she carries on her shoulders, the conception of a male heir.

-I'm fine mother, flying then galloping, are the best activities to start the day. I respond by stroking his thumb

She smiles at me again, standing up with a grunt and I quickly get up to support her, the servants doing the same. My mother suffers enormously, between unfinished pregnancies, babies who died in childbirth, it is the Gods who prevent her from going through it.

-I pray that the Gods help you mother to get through this ordeal. I breathe while taking a glass of water from him

She takes it with a grateful but grimacing smile as I sit up again running my hands through my completely disheveled hair.

-The Seven? she asks in a sly tone

I run away from his gaze, untangling my braid, letting go of my hair to drink from my glass, a laughing smile on my lips.

My Faith is not with the Seven Gods of these lands, but with the Gods of Ancient Valyria to the great dismay of many Maesters.

-My darling daughter, you should probably take a bath for the dragon scent before tonight, and comb her hair. Advises Queen Aemma to have a more serious look on her face

I stand up to kiss the forehead of the love that gave me life, then head towards the door, nodding.

-I promise mother, only I have to go to the Library, Lady Talyssa is waiting for me there.

-Good learning, my dear.

I close the door smiling at my knight as we head into the Library. Today I am wearing my mother's colors of pale blue, the dress is embroidered in gold, the blue fabric running down to my feet. My curly hair flows over my shoulders and back and the Lords and Ladies of the court bow to my presence, even my shadow.

Finally we arrive in front of the door of the Great Library where my friend and lady-in-waiting, Lady Talyssa, is waiting for me in the company of Maester Aerys.

When they see me, they both turn around and bow, which makes me laugh and roll my eyes.

-No need for that and you know it, I said, stepping forward with my hands clasped in front of me. So where are we?

-The Iron Islands your Highness. The Maester answers me

I like to educate myself, to learn a little more about what constitutes the Kingdom and what lies beyond it, what happened before us, our history.

So I immerse myself in my studies, marking, reading, discussing, to try to put everything together and understand better. When the Sun is high in the sky the servants bring us something to eat, and I barely touch my meal because I am so focused. Lady Talyssa, whose red hair is braided on her head, consults with equal devotion using her blue eyes the books in front of her.

That's how we met, in a library. She had escaped from the group of Lady sent by Tarth to court. I found him in the Great Library reading and looking at the maps. Since that day she has become my lady in waiting and my best friend. We never left each other, and I promised him that together we would travel a lot.

Night falls quickly without me even being able to see it coming, the Maester puts away the books while I still try to decode the language of the Dotraki, one of the most difficult languages ​​to learn. The sound of the door opening doesn't distract me, but my oldest's words do.

-Nymeria, we are expected, and you promised mom to take a bath because of the smell of the dragon. She growls with her hands on her hips

-Excuse me. I stand up to greet each person present

We run towards my apartments where the bath is already ready but probably lukewarm. I quickly undress, forgetting that the servants are there, then dive into my bath, asking for the sponge to soap me.

I hadn't noticed that it was late, I risked making us late. Damn Nymeria.

Once bathed, I am helped to put on my dress for the big bath. A white dress with puffed sleeves and a collar embroidered in red with dragons on it, a golden belt falls from my hips, it is fine and in harmony with the golden designs on my arms.

While Bila does my hair with two small braids gathered at the back that flow over the rest of my silver curly hair, I put on my rings and a beautiful pair of earrings.

-You are ready Princess. Said Eila one of my ladies as she finished tying my shoes

-Thank you girls, you are fast. I sincerely thank you before looking in the mirror

A beautiful Targaryen Princess, a true beauty, that's what my father says, and my uncle and my mother keep repeating. They never cease to salute our unreal and celestial beauty.

-My sister, we are expected. Rhae jumps impatiently

She is thirsty to see the crowd, thirsty to see people celebrating even if her heart keeps reminding her of our mother who is forced to be present this evening despite her suffering.

Rhaenyra is dressed in a golden dress flowing down to her straight feet, there are red trims on her dress and her hair is styled in a braid gathered into a beautiful back bun. Bejeweled I can notice the new necklace on her neck and see how proud she is to wear it. I can smell my uncle there without even seeing him, and Nyra meets my gaze.

-We'll discuss it later, she said, touching the necklace, father is waiting for us. She continues, pulling me with her hand

All the Lords of the Seven Kingdoms are present, even those coming from the North. Our arrival, although late, will be noticed and all eyes will be on us judging by the noise behind its doors.

-Ser Erryck is my mother already in the room? I ask looking at the door

-She is, Princess. My KingGuard answers me.

I swallow as does Nyra who holds my hand encouraging me to go. Ser Erryck asks for the door to be opened and the sight of all these people seated at a table for a newborn who has not yet arrived almost turns my stomach.

Our arrival makes noise, the benches push each other, the cries settle down to a faint whisper as my sister and I cross the room, at the same time the valet announces our titles.

-Princess Rhaenyra and Princess Nymeria Targaryen, daughters of King Viserys I and his Lady, Queen Aemma.

My mother's eyes shine as she sees us walking with our heads held high, while everyone around us lowers them. Nyra and I are one in these moments, even if we are different, both physically and personally. Where Rhaenyra is sophisticated and dazzling, I am natural and simple, but I excel in knowledge while my sister doesn't like studying.

I can see my uncle Daemon smiling at us and I smile back happy to see him. Quickly my sister and I took our respective places. I furtively kiss my mother's forehead before letting my gaze wander over the guests refusing to listen to my father and his dream story once again.

Quickly I find the Northern table and I observe Lord Rickon Stark with his bannermen, next to him, a young man with closed faces and neutral looks is painted in front of me. He looks at the king with a blank expression and alone reflects the Northern beauty, rustic, virile, but with attractive features. His hair is shaved on the sides but braids adorn his head with a small beard his ringed hands are clasped in front of him.

-To the Queen! Do they all shout?

I jump when I hear them, fear painting my face cutting me off from my adoration of the Nordien. Nyra gives me a sideways glance as she sits down and I do the same. How many people noticed my daydream?

I am between my mother and my uncle Daemon, my eldest is between my father and my mother.

My mother, this pure diamond, smiles despite her great fatigue and suffering, dressed like a Queen and wearing her hair like one, she thanks each Lord and Lady who comes to greet her and shower her with gifts.

Discreetly while we are being served the good dishes, I squeeze his hand under the table which attracts his attention. If only she could speak High Valyrian we could have spoken out loud and not whispered.

-How are you ? I ask in one breath

A tender smile appears on his face and his hand caresses my cheek tenderly.

-I'm fine, my miracle, after eating I'll retire to my apartments, the party won't be too long for me. Does she reassure me

I nod gently, turning back to my plate, getting ready to eat. Only I have no appetite, I only eat a little bread and cheese, my turkey and the game hunted for this evening remain intact on my plate.

I huff terribly from boredom, and the guests are already dancing downstairs, Rhaenyra has already lured Alicent for a dance and I enjoy watching them. My eyes fall on the Northerners, and what I see arouses my curiosity. They are loud, and only talk to each other, they are respectful to the maids although some are drunk, but they show no signs of disrespect.

My gaze again finds this same young man next to the Lord of Winterfell, he also laughs, relaxing the features of his face, and while many will think that his features are boorish or brutal, I find them attractive and full of mystical beauty. He looks like a young warrior straight out of my story and poetry books.

My gaze stays on him, and my throat goes dry as I can't look away, behind me I can hear Ser Erryck asking me if everything is okay, but I don't think I really answered.

-His name is Cregan Stark dear niece, he is the future Lord of Winterfell and Governor of the North.

My uncle's voice startles me and I turn quickly towards him. His childish, sly smile that almost never leaves his face when he faces me welcomes me.

-You scared me, Uncle Daemon. I respond by pushing him a little

His laugh makes me laugh, he has always managed to make me laugh even when I am concentrated in my studies, he is the one who relaxes us in times as oppressive as tonight.

-And you, you are almost drooling on the Northerners' table. Daemon mocks

I feel the blush rising in my face and look away from my uncle to look at them again, young Cregan Stark does not move from his remaining seat with his father while others from his table go off to dance.

-He must be in his tenth and eighth year, and he is very tense. His fighting skills are exemplary and worthy of a true warrior. Continue my uncle always with this sly smile

-Why tell me all this? I finally ask looking at him again

His smile widened.

-And take off that smile if you want. I blush even more

-You are so curious, my dear niece, I thought you would like to know more about the young Lord. He replies, shrugging his shoulders.

I lower my eyes to answer.

-Perhaps you are not wrong, uncle.

Daemon bursts into loud laughter and even though the music is loud, some people notice him, including young Stark. My body becomes one with the chair now that I meet his black gaze as deep as the night. He doesn't smile, only nods at me and I do the same, watching him then turn to his father to argue.

-You got me noticed. I scold annoyed at my uncle

-A good point for you, it will be easier for you now to ask him to dance. He said, winking at me.

My fist goes to his shoulder and he laughs a little more calming down, then out of nowhere he pulls out a small bag and hands it to me.

-Gifts from my travels, hoping that they will allow me to be forgiven for my indiscretion.

I can see my mother glancing at the bag containing the presents my uncle gave me, though she's not worried about what he might give Rhaenyra because usually they're jewelry, she's Worried about me because my uncle is bringing me more masculine gifts.

My eyes light up when I first take out a magnificent compass and when I open it tears almost fall.

-It's made of pure gold, I couldn't help but draw your Dragonstone marker above the hands. He explains

Indeed the mark of all Targaryens is engraved on the top face inside the compass, the hands can point to all the kingdoms of the Seven Kingdoms and the worlds explored by man thanks to the drawing on it.

-She is magnificent, uncle. I thank the throat tied with emotion

-If you like it, I'll be delighted. He said with a sincere smile

A muffled noise cuts off our discussion and I turn to my mother who gets up as discreetly as possible. I waste no time and get up to help him as best I can.

-Don't get up Prince Daemon, she said, stopping Daemon who was heading towards her, I want to go out discreetly, without attracting more attention.

Daemon nods and my mother smiles gratefully at him before slipping into the arms of her ladies who carefully guide her towards her chambers. I sit back down, not without looking at her until she disappears from my field of vision.

-Ser Erryck? I call softly but firmly

-Yes Princess? The guard kneels to be at my height

-Follow my mother until she returns to her chambers, then please come back, I want to make sure the ride goes well.

My gaze meets his and he responds with a nod before walking towards my mother. Despite the presence of my most faithful companion, I do not feel reassured.

-Everything will be fine, my little traveler, your mother is strong, and your knight is with her. Daemon reassures me

-Thank you Uncle, I smile.

-Now that no one is really looking at us and your knight is not here, here is your second gift.

Daemon takes out a long leather sleeve from his large bag at the foot of the table and my heart panics.

-It is…

-Take it out, but discreetly. Daemon whispers

I look around making sure no one is looking at me then I caress the leather before grabbing the gift's grip. I take a sword out of the sheath, and my eyes flow with tears that I hold back. It is medium but large, a gold bracelet surrounds the leather sleeve its touch is almost like that of dragon scales, and the blade is as thin as a needle. The Targaryen symbol sits on top of it and I can't help but widen my eyes.

-It’s Valyrian steel. I whisper amazed

-Yes, like Dark Sister. Now put that blade away before someone confiscates it from you.

I put away my beautiful sword, and jump into the arms of my surprised uncle, who hugs me protectively.

-Thank you uncle, I will never forget this gift. I thank him with tears in my eyes

-You’re welcome, little traveler, now go and enjoy the evening, or the cards that I had delivered to your rooms. He said with a wink.

I jump out of my chair not without kissing his forehead, I greet my father with a gentle bow before kissing his cheek then, with Ser Erryck at my side, I head to my room where my new cards are waiting for me, my sword and my compass upon me.

Only, as I stay up in the late evening lit by the candles in my room, the look of young Stark haunts my vision and my thoughts. I can't get rid of him, I force myself to forget him but his look dominates my thirst for knowledge. Exhausted, my eyes red from the effort, I go to my bed and collapse from fatigue, and my last vision are his eyes.

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You’ll Always Be My Prince: Chapter Seven—Discovery

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chapter summary: rhaella attends princess helaena’s wedding.

chapter warnings: rhaella waters’ pov, creator chose not to use archive warnings.

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a/n: lets pretend this didn't take over a year to write lmao. but big thanks to @procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics for actually getting me to finish this chapter! i hope you all enjoy it :)!! and everyone thank her for letting me use her oc's alethia and edd!!

After months of planning, Helaena Targaryen’s wedding day is finally here. The day is one out of a fairytale, with not a single cloud in the sky and sunshine flooding through the windows of every room and hallway. It seems as if the entirety of the Red Keep came to life, every corner buzzing with excitement and every servant rushing around like bees to keep everything running smoothly and on time.

With Queen Alicent busy wrangling Princess Helaena and Prince Aegon, Aemond is left to his own devices, allowing him to stick with Rhaella and get ready with her in his chambers. “Rhae, can you help me tie this? I can’t get it.” Half facing the arched, floor-length mirror, Aemond struggles—and fails—to lace the strings of the back of his silken undershirt. 

Barely half-dressed herself, Rhaella drops what she’s doing to help him, quickly crossing the room, her reflection joining his in the mirror. “Your mother pick this out for you?” she asks, referencing the lavish outfit laid across Ae’s bedspread as she easily laces his undershirt. “It doesn’t seem like something you’d pick yourself.” Aemond’s outfit drips with elegance. It is a multilayered piece, with the outermost layer styled as a robe, made of black colored wool, woven to be light and breathable, and accented with strips of phthalo green leather. Dragon emblems are carved into the leather, branding the outfit with the pride of House Targaryen. Even the belt is luxurious, with thick black and green fabric twisted into a plaited design. 

“She didn’t trust me to pick something appropriate,” he says with a nod, hands raising in air quotes as he speaks. Rhaella giggles at him, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind, standing on her tiptoes to rest her chin on his shoulder, narrowly reaching it comfortably.

“You look nice, Ae,” she hums, squeezing him tight. 

Aemond smiles at her through the mirror, laying his arms over hers. “I’m not even dressed yet.”

“I know,” Rhae grins, nuzzling her cheek against his shoulder.  

Aemond turns around in her grasp so they’re face to face now, his arms draping over her shoulders in a hug. Rhaella snuggles into the warmth of his chest, closing her eyes with a smile. Silence falls over them. They stand there for a while, just enjoying each other’s embrace. “You look pretty, Rhae,” he mumbles softly.

“I’m not even fully dressed yet,” Rhae giggles again, her face flushed an adorable shade of pink. She’s dressed only in her underclothes—a silken undershirt tucked into a flowy white undershirt and thin, partially see-through stockings underneath.

“Doesn’t matter.” 

Rhae leans back in his grasp to look at him properly, running her fingers through his soft, silver hair. “Is that so?”

“I like how you look regardless of what you’re wearing,” he grins, “Or what you’re not wearing.” 

She rolls her eyes at him before breaking from his hold. “Let me get dressed, you deviant. We have somewhere to be, you know.” 

“Well, what if I’d rather stay here with you?” Aemond hums, leaning against the end of his bed, watching Rhae pull on her doublet. It is similar to Aemond’s outfit, but more feminine and flowy. The doublet is mostly black with green highlights, accented with gold buttons. It doesn’t have any dragon emblems like Aemond’s does, but it still is incredibly regal in its own right. 

Rhaella rolls her eyes at him and steps into her pleated, floor-length skirt. “We’ll have plenty of time together later, Ae. And today’s an important day for your brother and sister, you have to be there for them.” 

He sighs dramatically but starts getting dressed as well, pulling on his pants and tying his belt into a fancy knot to keep his robe closed tight. “Has your father seen your clothes yet?” Ae asks, watching as Rhaella cloaks herself in his family’s colors. “I don’t think he’d be happy seeing you wear another house’s colors.” 

“He’ll get over it. He wasn’t here to decide what I should wear, so he doesn’t get a say.” Rhaella sits comfortably on the vanity stool, running her fingers through her soft hair. “Have you heard from your brother Daeron? Do you know if he’s returning from Oldtown for the wedding?” 

Aemond hums out an agreeing sound. “Mother said he should’ve arrived with my uncle Ser Gwayne this morning.”

“Why didn’t you greet them?” Rhae asks, sounding almost appalled that he would not do his brother and uncle the decency of greeting them after a long—and presumably hard—trip across the kingsroad.

He shrugs. “Didn’t think I had to. Usually, my mother tells me when I need to do something of importance, so I assumed I could just greet them at the wedding itself and that would be fine.”

Rhaella sighs. She doesn’t know why this bothers her so much, but it does nonetheless. “Ae, your little brother is only eight, you should put forth more of an effort to bond with him during the little time he spends here. You’ll regret not having done it when you both grow older.” 

Aemond doesn’t respond, so she decides it best not to push the matter too far. “Can you do my hair for me?” She asks, deeming it better to redirect to another topic for now.

He nods, standing behind her, clearly in a better mood now. “How do you want it? Or can I pick?” Aemond asks, combing through the silky silver and brunette strands, making her scalp tingle pleasantly. He looks at her through the mirror, shamelessly admiring her beauty. “You’re so pretty,” he says happily as if he wasn’t just on the brink of a terrible mood. 

Rhaella blushes prettily at his words. “You flatter me, Ae. You can pick whatever you like.” Aemond smiles and begins sectioning out her hair, his hands gentle in their actions. He plaits a thick braid down the middle, with smaller braids framing it. He fastens golden hair rings around the thinner braids, the light bouncing off them onto the walls and floor. “You’ve gotten good at braiding. You are much faster at it now than you used to be.” The hairdo Aemond picked was a half-up, half-down look, simple, but elegant, appropriate. 

“Thank you. I like doing your hair for you,” Aemond hums with a smile, continuing to look at her through the silver-plated mirror on her vanity. “Your hair is finished, Rhae. You look pretty, like always.”

She brushes off his words, trying to hide how flustered she is. “You said that already, silly.” 

“Don’t care. I’ll keep sayin’ it ‘till you believe it.” 

“How’re you so sure I don’t already believe it, Maester Aemond?” Rhaella retorts, a smirk spreading across her lips.

Aemond sighs dramatically but grins back at her. “I just know.” He breaks her gaze in favor of looking out the window, glancing at the sky to determine the time. “If we don’t finish up soon, we’ll be late. My father’s guards will be coming to collect us before we know it.” 

Rhaella teases him, poking him in the arm. “Look at you, being responsible for once.” 

“Oh, shut up,” Ae rolls his eyes and returns to the end of his bed, giving Rhaella room to scoot the chair back and finish dressing. “I’m always responsible.” Aemond is mostly dressed, only missing the accessories his mother had laid out for him the night before. Out of the accessories Queen Alicent left, the most intriguing of them were golden hair rings that mirrored Rhaella’s in design but exceeded hers in decadency, and a small seven-pointed star pendant meant to be worn underneath Aemond’s robes. He pulls the necklace over his head, waiting for Rhae to finish dressing before asking her to help him with his hair. 

She finishes tying her skirts, brushing the wrinkles out of the fabric with her palms. Before Aemond can open his mouth, she walks over to him, silently taking the hair rings in her hand, and braids them into Aemond’s hair. 

“Thank you…” His voice trails off, almost as if he is going to say something else, but he decides against it at the last minute. Rhaella picks up on it immediately.

“You cut yourself off.”

Ae makes a face at her, even though he’s not positive she can see it. She can. She doesn’t make mention of it. “Did not.”

“Did so. What were you going to say?”

“It’s not important. Don’t worry about it, okay?” His voice is far firmer than usual, so Rhaella drops it, sensing she shouldn’t push it farther than she already has.

“Alright,” she sighs. She’s braided a decent amount of thin plaits into Ae’s silky silver hair, the golden rings accenting them beautifully. Rhaella finishes his hair silently. They have yet to have an uncomfortable silence between them and despite Aemond’s firm tone, the hush that fell over the room isn’t uneasy. He’s been like this more and more recently, and Rhaella hasn’t a clue why. She’s heard that boys get this way when they grow older, but she hopes it’s not permanent. This coldness of Aemond’s is unforgiving and cold, new, and too harsh compared to the soft, kind boy she has grown used to.

Rhaella leans against his shoulder, her fingers playing with his closest hand, his right one. His palm is soft and warm, the feeling comforting. She laces their fingers together. “Thanks for helping me. I hope it’s not a burden to do my hair so often.” 

“I already said I don’t mind doing it,” Aemond says, perhaps more harshly than he would have liked. “You don’t have to thank me.” They stand there quietly. He squeezes her hand, almost like a silent apology. 

He’s never been good with words or emotions, that much Rhae knew. She sighs. “I know. I will anyways.”

Gently, he rests his head atop hers, careful not to mess up either of their hair. “Always?” he asks, his usual, softer personality shining through in his question.

“Always,” Rhaella replies, squeezing his hand back firmly. Before they can say anything else, guards knock on the door, announcing it’s time to leave for the wedding. “Will we be seated together?”

Parting from her to open the door, Aemond shakes his head no. “I doubt it. But I can try to get you a nice seat with the other high ladies and lords. You’ll blend in with your fancy outfit.” 

On the other side of the door was Ser Harrold Westerling, dressed in freshly polished Kingsguard armor. Aemond can almost see himself in it. For an old man, Ser Harrold looked handsome, and strong, like a knight she would read about in her books. “Are you ready, my prince? My lady?” Ser Harrold always respects Rhaella, regardless of her lack of station. Aemond liked that about him and considered it a sign of respect toward him, too. “We need to be going soon. My prince is required at the Sept early, by request of the Queen.”

Aemond nods, holding out his hand for Rhaella to take. “Thank you, Ser Harrold.” 

She takes his hand as he walks out of his chambers, smiling at the knight as they pass him. Ser Harrold closes the door and follows a step behind them, his armor clinking as he escorts them to the carriage in the courtyard. Servants bow their heads as they pass. The early morning sun filters through the tall windows, making the stone floor shimmer and sparkle. 

Ser Harrold sidesteps in front of them, opening the large entryway door. Rhaella raises a hand to her brow, shielding her eyes from the bright rays. The courtyard is bustling with people, lords, ladies, and servants alike. Carriages of every color and style are present, all owned by various high lords and ladies of the court. The Targaryen’s carriage is the fanciest of them all, as is expected of the royal family. The wood is painted red and black, with silvery metal accents adorning the windows. Stablemen hitch two draft horses to the carriage; even their harnesses are extravagant. The vibrant contrast of the maroon-colored tack against the horses’ shiny black coats guarantees to draw the attention of every onlooker they’re soon to pass in the streets. One of the horses throws their head back with a pleased whinny, their lip curling upwards as Rhaella and Aemond approach. 

The stablemen attending to the horses bow in reverence when the pair arrive. “My prince.” They only address Aemond, unsure how—or if—they should acknowledge Rhaella’s presence. Used to it, Rhaella nods her head towards them and makes her way to the horse, reaching her hand out to let the animal smell her before petting it. Once she is sure she won’t spook the horse, Rhaella strokes the gelding’s nose, cooing at him. 

“Isn’t he beautiful, Ae?” She looks at Ae with an excited smile.

Aemond smiled at her brightly, in a way Rhaella did not understand, but it made her stomach lurch uncomfortably. Usually, she can read him quite well, so the few times she cannot are unnerving. “He is. I forgot you like horses. It’s unlike me to forget about something you enjoy.”

“I rarely talk about it, so it’s not all that surprising,” she hums, running her fingers through the gelding’s soft forelock. 

Aemond stands next to her, their shoulders bumping. “You should talk about it more.” 

“Yeah?” Rhae smiles as the horse pushes his face into hers, not so subtly asking for more attention. “I think he likes me,” she giggles.

“How could he not?” He smiles back at her. 

Ser Harrold loudly clears his throat. “My prince, we really must get going.”

Aemond looks like he’d been snapped out of a trance when hearing the knight’s words, quickly glancing at his feet before his gaze returns to Rhaella. “Right, yes, of course.” He outstretches his arm toward the carriage door, ushering Rhaella inside and clambering in after her. A servant closes the door for Ae, bowing their head as they do so. Hoisting himself into the driver’s box, Ser Harrold snaps the reins, commanding the horses forward through the courtyard gate.

Behind them followed a long line of ornate wheelhouses and wagons, all owned by the various high-ranking houses of the Royal Court. Unlatching the window cover and pushing open the curtain, Rhaella watches as the buildings of King’s Landing pass her by. Rhaella finds the square just outside the Red Keep isn’t dissimilar to the castle gardens; trees and flowering bushes border the dirt pathway. She couldn’t recall the last time she was outside the Keep’s walls. In the blink of an eye, the Keep’s square is long gone, and they’re halfway down the King’s Way. Droves of common folk rush to the edge of the road, keen to steal a glance inside the carriages passing them by. 

“Can you hear them, Aemond?” Rhaella asks excitedly with a wide smile spread across her face. She glances at him quickly, too quick to notice how Aemond’s cheeks had begun to flush. “They’re so loud!”

He nods, peeking out of the window with her. Looking up, Ae could barely see the sky, the sandy-colored buildings on either side towering over them menacingly. 

“Did they all come out here just for Aegon and Helaena’s wedding?” she asks again. 

“Not quite,” Aemond shrugs, their shoulders bumping. “They don’t truly care about the wedding; it does not affect them. I’m sure some care, but many are here only to get a look at us.” He changes his gaze to Rhaella, but she doesn’t notice, far too focused on the outside world.

Rhaella leans her elbows against the windowsill, resting her chin in her palms. Aemond sits back in the bench seats, still watching her. “I always assumed the smallfolk adored the Crown. The Crown provides peace and unity, and weddings bring festivals and food, so wouldn’t they be excited for all that?”

“It’s not that they aren’t excited for food and festival, most are, but the real event for them is the possibility of gazing upon their king, queen, and the princes and princesses. The chance of seeing royalty is few and far between for smallfolk. That is what excites them.” Rhae turns her head to look at him. Aemond extends a hand out to her, which she takes without a second thought, letting him pull her from the window to sit beside him.

As she processes the onslaught of information, she begins to nod slowly. “It makes sense when you put it that way. Your lessons with the maesters are proving their worth, huh?” she teases. 

Aemond chuckles softly. “I suppose you’re right.”

She leans her head against his shoulder, sighing. “You’d be a good king, Ae.” 

“You think?” he questions, raising an eyebrow at her.

She nods. “You are kind, well-studied, nearly fluent in High Valyrian. You listen to what I have to say. You’re a good fighter.”

“That doesn’t mean I’d be a good ruler. And it’s not like I’ll ever be king, anyways.” 

“I know. But it’s a fun thought, right?” Rhaella runs the pads of her fingers across Aemond’s palm.

He nods. “You have big dreams for me,” he says with a chuckle. 

Rhaella nods happily before changing the subject, “Do all Targaryens get married in the Dragonpit?”

“I’m not sure. My mother didn’t get married there, but since Aegon is the heir, my father must be using it to show the power his reign will hopefully hold.” Aemond rests his head atop hers. 

She hums in acknowledgment, and they spend the rest of the ride down the King’s Road in silence, minus the commotion happening outside. They turn down the Street of the Sisters, and before they know it, Ser Harrold is pulling the carriage to a stop, and a servant is opening the door for them. Aemond lets Rhaella out first, and she thanks the man holding the door. 

“It’s huge!” Rhae exclaims, her head craning back to take everything in. The Dragonpit has been decorated top to bottom with the Targaryen banners and colors. People from all corners of the Seven Kingdoms were in attendance. Rhaella saw wheelhouses with almost every major House’s colors or flags, more than she’d ever seen before. Carriages are lined up along the front of the stairs leading up to the pit, with theirs near the front of that line. Behind them is a barricade of Gold Cloaks holding back the clamoring common folk, who will be let in to fill the remaining space once all the lords and ladies arrive. Rhaella turns in a circle, trying to see everything she possibly can. 

Aemond approaches from behind her, a pleasant expression on his face. “This is your first time seeing the Dragonpit, right?” She nods. “Is it everything you hoped it be?”

“Mhm!” She exclaims, turning to grin at him. “Do you think we’d be able to see any dragons while we’re here?”

He grins back at her. “Maybe.” 

Ser Harrold climbs out of the driver’s box and taps Aemond gently on the shoulder. “We must be going, my Prince. Would you like me to escort you?” 

Aemond shakes his head no. “I can find my own way, but I’d like for you to find a suitable place for Rhaella with the other noble houses.”

Ser Harrold nods with a bow. “Yes, my Prince.” Waiting for Aemond to leave, he motions for Rhaella to follow him as he makes his way up the cold stone stairway. With a wave goodbye, Rhaella bounds up the stairs behind the knight.

“Ser Harrold?”

“Yes, my lady?” 

“Have you ever seen a Targaryen wedding before?” she asks. She looks up at him, his shining, silver armor glistening in the sun like the tallest metal statue she’s ever seen. 

The knight nods, “Yes I have, my lady. I witnessed both of King Viserys’ weddings. His first wedding with the late Aemma Arryn was a beautiful affair; the Dragonpit was decorated very similarly to how it is now, with flowers and banners and everyone from across the Seven Kingdoms was in attendance.” Rhaella can tell Ser Harrold looks back on the memory fondly. 

Rhaella moves to walk beside him. “Why was his marriage to the Queen not in the Dragonpit, too?” 

Ser Harrold looks down at her tenderly, as a father would look upon his daughter. “That is a good question, little lady. I don’t know why. Perhaps I shall ask someone, and then I’ll tell you what they told me. Sound like a deal?” 

She grins at him. “Mhm! Deal!”

He smiles back at her and leads her through the giant wooden double doors of the Dragonpit. He walked up the middle aisle, watching as lords, ladies, and their children all took their seats in preparation. “Do you see any nobles here you are familiar with, my lady?” 

Rhaella scans the room, looking for any face that might be even remotely familiar. On the left, closest to the aisle, she spots Ser Harwin Strong, his family, and the same mysterious blonde woman from that day in the courtyard. “There! I recognize them, Ser,” she says, pointing at House Strong.

“Would they mind you sitting with them?”

“Ser Harwin used to be around the Keep all the time, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. He seems nice.” 

Ser Harrold nods and brings her to them, bowing when he arrives. “Ser Harwin, Lord Larys, Lady Alethia. Prince Aemond wishes his guest to be sat with your family if you allow it.” Ser Harwin and Lady Alethia sat in the two seats closest to the aisle, their son next to them, with Lord Larys taking up the rear.

Standing to greet Ser Harrold, Harwin smiles down at Rhaella. “Of course, Ser Harrold. Any friend of the Prince’s is a friend of House Strong.” He kneels to be at eye level with her. “What is your name, child?” He asks. 

“Rhaella Waters,” she responds, subtly choking on her words, “m’lord.” 

He offers a hand for Rhaella to take, which she does, and he kisses her knuckles. A slight redness dusts Rhaella’s cheeks and nose. “Well, it is very nice to meet you, Rhaella Waters.” Harwin stands, his hand still enveloping Rhae’s much smaller one. “Let me introduce you to my family. This is my lady-wife, Alethia Stahl, and her son, Edd Snow. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe he is around your age.” 

Rhaella does her best to give Lady Alethia a proper curtsey and gives Edd a shy wave. “Hello, my lady, my lord.” 

Harwin continues. “And this is my brother, Lord Larys Strong. He can tell you anything you wish to know about the Seven Kingdoms, he’s an excellent storyteller, my brother.” He smiles at his brother, who responds silently with a knowing nod. “Scoot down, brother, make room for our guest here.”

Lord Larys shuffles further down the row and takes a seat, opening up a space beside Edd and Lady Alethia. Harwin ushers her inside the row and takes his own seat at the end of it. “Thank you, Lady Alethia, Ser Harwin.”

Lady Alethia responds for both of them. “Do not thank us, there is no need for it. We’re happy to have you with us, Rhaella.” Alethia sits down, and Rhaella follows suit, along with Edd. The woman’s dirty blonde hair is done in a half-up, half-down style; Rhae noticed it’s a popular choice among noble women. The top half is coiled nicely around an almost navy blue hair veil that ends slightly below her shoulders. The rest of her hair cascaded down her chest in gentle, flowing waves. 

“Your dress is very pretty, m’lady,” Rhaella compliments, in an attempt to find a way to keep the conversation going without being awkward. 

She smiles at her, her face shining with an aura of comfort. “Thank you, yours is beautiful as well.” Lady Alethia’s dress was a dark, vibrant shade of violet-blue, made of a costly velvet and silk fabric. The square collar of the dress—which sat just above the beginning of her bosom—was embroidered with white gold and green, the two remaining colors of her lord husband’s house. With long, flowing sleeves and gold jewelry to match, she looked every part of what a rich, noblewoman should be. “It was a gift from my husband for my name day.” 

“Lady Alethia?” Rhaella asks, her voice timid. She does not look Alethia in the eye, her nerves setting in suddenly, and with a powerful intensity. It was rare for her to have the opportunity to talk with members of noble houses, despite her living within the Red Keep. 

She smiles once again. “Yes?”

“Forgive my curiosity if it offends you, m’lady, but may I ask where you are from? I don’t recognize your family name.” 

Alethia’s face visibly softens upon hearing how nervous the poor girl is. She places a comforting hand on Rhaella’s lower thigh, near her knee. “You need not to be so formal, child. You have nothing to be scared of, you can’t offend me. It does not surprise me that you do not recognize it, for I come from a very small village in the far North that not even the most educated and well-traveled noblemen have heard of.”

“You don’t look like you’re a Northerner.” 

She chuckles, covering her mouth slightly. “I get that a lot. You’re right, there aren’t that many blonde women up north.” 

Before Rhaella can respond, a loud, trumpeted fanfare announces the beginning of the ceremony. The Gold Cloaks must have let the smallfolk in without Rhaella noticing, since as she swivels her head, the entirety of the Dragonpit is filled with people. Now, the Gold Cloaks line the aisleway, drawing their swords, and raising them high to create a tunnel. 

After the fanfare, a herald speaks into a horn onstage, announcing the royal family’s entrance. “All rise, and behold, King Viserys Targaryen, First of his Name, King of the Andels, Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm! Following beside him is the good and honorable Queen Alicent!” 

The King and Queen walk down the sworded aisleway at a decent pace, with Queen Alicent holding King Viserys’ hand, helping to steady him on his cane. Rhaella cranes her head to see them, eager to lay her eyes on the pair. Once they climb the steep stairs onto the stage, the King and Queen ascend a second small set of steps to sit on either side of the High Septon Eustace, King Viserys on the right and Queen Alicent on the left. A small table on the side of the stage sits a vial of a blood-red liquid.

The herald speaks into his horn. “Prince Aemond and Prince Daeron Targaryen!” The boys walk down the aisle, each with a velveteen ringbearer’s pillow resting on their palms. They make it quick, eager to get their part in the wedding—and in the realm’s spotlight—over with. When they reach their parents, Aemond hands his pillow to his father, and Daeron hands his pillow to his mother. After handing them off, the boys stand on either side of their parents.

After another fanfare, the herald begins again. The audience shifts their attention to the aisleway once more. “Prince Aegon Targaryen!” 

Aegon makes his way down his wedding aisle seemingly without a care for what should be the most important day of his life. Rhaella can see his face is one of painful uninterest. Without the slightest hint of the traditional Targaryen colorings, it was undeniable that the Queen had dressed him that morning. However, not all Targaryen elements are lost within the boy’s clothing. The embroidered elements on the palm green doublet he wore are small, golden dragons, reminiscent of Sunfyre, surrounded by the dark green thread of sewn vines and other foliage. On his shoulder is a long, velveteen cape in the same dark shade as the embroidered leaves, fastened to his doublet with ornate, gold buttons. When he arrives onstage, he stands to the right of his father, but further downstage than the King was.

At this point, the crowd has remained seated since King Viserys had sat on his makeshift throne. The herald moves to speak into his horn, and King Viserys rises, along with the High Septon and Queen Alicent. “All rise once more for your Princess, Helaena Targaryen!”

A hush fell over the already quiet audience as Helaena slowly walked down the aisle. The only sound to be heard is from outside, where Sunfyre and Dreamfyre fly about above the Dragonpit, screeching at each other. The other dragons within the Dragonpit are surprisingly silent for once. Helaena’s dress is turquoise in color and tight-fitting, with a high collar around her neck; adorned with thin plated gold armor along her abdomen, chest, and separate pieces on her shoulders. The armor had small dragons welded onto it, the eyes of them sapphires. Past the waist, the dress was flowy, similar in style to Helaena’s everyday wear. The silk skirt was framed by lace embroidered with beads and geometrical designs. There was no train, so there were no handmaidens behind her. 

Rhaella watches as her friend passes her row, her mouth hanging open in awe. “She’s so beautiful,” she whispers to no one in particular. 

Beside her, Edd nods in agreement. “She looks like a goddess,” he replies. Rhaella turns to look at him properly for the first time since sitting down. Seeming to be the same age as her and Aemond, Edd has the same curly brown hair as his step-father, Lord Harwin, but the rest of his face resembles his mother. Alethia shushes them as the princess stands opposite her brother and husband-to-be.

Edd looks like Lord Harwin, but he’s not Edd’s father. Are there many Northerners who look like Lord Harwin? Rhaella thinks to herself. 

The High Septon Eustace moves from standing in front of his chair, approaching the couple to begin the ceremony. King Viserys sits, but motions for the audience to stay standing. His hands shake as he begins to speak. “Let us begin. The King has expressed a lack of desire for individual vows, so let us get on with it.” Rhaella cringes at the Septon’s informality, but she chalks it up to how close to death the man appears to be. The Septon motions for the King and Queen to approach. Alicent detours to grab the vial from the side table, but it doesn’t look out of place. “My King, My Queen, please hand the rings to your children for them to exchange.”

Alicent hands the simple black band to her daughter, and Viserys does the same to his son. 

“Very good. Now, my King, if you would like to take over in bonding the young couple in blood and fire,” Eustace says, bowing slightly before shuffling backward for the King to take his place. 

Alicent hands the now uncorked vial to her lord husband. Slowly, Viserys slicks his fingers with the maroon liquid. Handing the vial back to Alicent, he marks Helaena’s forehead first with a simple line between her thin eyebrows, then a line from her bottom lip running down her chin. Leaning heavily on his cane, Viserys does the same to Aegon, but with an upside-down ‘V’ between his eyebrows. “Hold out your hands, now.” They do, and he lines their palms with the liquid as well. When Viserys finished, Aegon took Helaena’s hand within his own. “Excellent,” Viserys compliments. Speaking a few lines of High Valyrian, he wraps their joined hands in a red and black ribbon. Alicent whispers words of encouragement to her daughter before she and Viserys step back to their seats. 

High Septon Eustace hobbles forward once more. “Now, let us continue. Exchange rings, and repeat after me. With this ring, I pledge my loyalty,”

Helaena and Aegon exchange rings and speak simultaneously. “With this ring, I pledge my loyalty.”

“With this kiss, I pledge my love, and take you for my lord and husband and lady and wife.” 

Aegon speaks first. “With this kiss, I pledge my love, and take you for my lady and wife.”

“With this kiss, I pledge my love, and take you for my lord and husband,” Helaena responds, and without a second to think about it, Aegon kisses her, his unwrapped hand resting upon his sister’s soft cheek. 

The crowd cheers and whoops with praise, applause echoing throughout the Dragonpit. Sunfyre and Dreamfyre roar outside, screaming out the renowned power of the House Targaryen. 

The ride to the Red Keep for the reception seemed to go by in the blink of an eye. Rhaella rode with Lord Harwin and his family. She sat at their table in the Great Hall as well, since she’s not allowed at the royal family’s table with Aemond. Rhaella found that House Strong makes for some excellent company. They look like a real family, the kind that Rhaella has only read about in childhood fantasy books. Sure, she’s had Aemond, but as much as they care for each other, that can’t replace the feeling of having a mother and a father. Edd jokes with his mother, plays with his father, and even somehow manages to have fun with his weird uncle Larys. It makes her chest hurt and twist with jealousy, but she does her best to ignore it. 

Along with the feast in the Great Hall, a tourney is being held outside, filled with knights, hedge knights, and noble lords eager to make a name for themselves. Thankfully, they can’t hear the joust from inside the hall. 

The wedding feast served was the grandest spread of food Rhaella had ever seen in her entire twelve years of life. Serving plates filled to the brim with baked auroch roast with peaches, auroch joints with the skin still on, roasted with chestnuts, mushrooms, and onions, rack of lamb painted with a viscous, deep brown sauce, and suckling pigs paired with leeks, served with overflowing cups of honeyed wine, apple wine, and a strong blackbelly rum. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever had this much to eat in my life,” Rhaella groans, leaning back in her chair with half a plate of food left still to eat. “How is anyone supposed to eat all of this!”

Edd giggles next to her. “Yeah, but we can try!” Rhaella giggles with him. Brown sauce is smeared across Edd’s face, and his hands are covered. Alethia had given up on trying to keep him clean, and deciding to wait until he was finished was best. Bones pile up high on both kids’ plates, same with picked-over auroch joints and goblets emptied of apple wine. “Do you know if they’re serving dessert?” 

She shrugs. “If they do, I hope it’s pie. I love pie.”

“What kind is your favorite?” Edd asks, cleaning another lamb rib of meat. 

Despite claiming to be full, Rhaella continues to eat, snatching another roll off of a serving plate in the middle of the table. “I like most fruit pies. Cherry pie is probably my favorite, though.” 

“You should try pecan pie, my father loves it.” Edd has plowed through another five ribs. Rhaella will never know where he’s hiding all the room for all that food. 

“Edd, can I ask you something?” He nods. “You call Lord Harwin your father, but he didn’t introduce you as his son.” 

He sets his food down, looking down at his lap. “Do you remember what my last name is, Rhaella?”

She thinks for a moment. “It’s Snow, but that just means—” Rhaella cuts herself off once she realizes. “You’re a bastard,” she pauses before exclaiming excitedly, “You’re like me!” 

“You’re a bastard too?!”

Rhaella nods, a giant grin on her messy face. “My last name is Waters!” Edd reaches out to high-five her, which she returns happily. “Do you know who your father is?”

Edd shook his head no. “No, do you?”

“Mhm. I don’t like him very much, though.” She finishes off the remaining fruit on her plate and grabs another handful. 

“Who is it? Would I know them?” Edd asks, clearly finding the gossip just as delicious as dinner. “Is he famous? Do you know who your mother is, too?” 

Rhaella grins. “Prince Daemon.”

Edd yells, cutting her off. “Prince Daemon?!” The chatter and music playing in the hall went silent, and suddenly the two were extremely self-conscious of their loud conversation. After what feels like a decade but is only about a minute or two, the room returns to its previous state of laughter, music, and merriment. 

“Now, what are you two going on about?” asks Harwin, who’s gotten up from his seat at the end of the table to come investigate, his hands on his hips in the classic dad pose. 

“Nothing!” they both yell simultaneously, giggling afterward. 

“We’re not up to anything, Father,” Edd giggles, shoving a handful of grapes in his mouth, his smile reminiscent of a chipmunk. “Perfectly behaved.”

Rhaella nods, her expression mirroring Edd’s. They both turn in their chairs to face him.

Harwin smiles wide, his crow’s feet appearing beside his rich brown eyes. “Then what was all that racket about, hm?” Much to his son’s displeasure, Harwin picks a rib from Edd’s plate.

“Hey! Give it back!” Edd giggles, trying to snatch it out of Harwin’s grasp, but with no luck. 

“Nope, it’s mine now, kiddo.” Harwin tears into it, talking with a hand covering his mouth to keep his manners. “Now, is one of you gonna tell me, or do I have to take another rib to get it out of you?”

Edd guards his plate playfully. “We were talking about who Rhaella’s dad is,” he says, grabbing another fistful of grapes.

Harwin hums in agreement. “Oh, an interesting topic. Does it have an interesting answer?”

He nods, “Her father is Prince—!” 

Rhaella slaps her hand across Edd’s mouth before he can say anything more. “Shut it, Edd! It’s a secret, Lord Harwin. We can’t tell you.” Both kids giggle again.

Harwin squats down to meet them at their level. “Aw, you can’t let me in on the secret?”

They both shake their heads no. “Nuh-uh! You’ll tell people,” Edd accuses. 

“You wound me, son!” Harwin throws a hand against his forehead dramatically. “I’d never betray a little lord and lady’s trust so easily. For all I know, the fearsome lord,” Harwin pauses to ruffle Edd’s hair, “would have me branded as a gossip! And I can’t have that, no one would trust me ever again!” 

Edd and Rhaella look at each other, silently agreeing. “You must swear to keep it a secret from everyone,” she commands. Rhaella’s never been able to command a Lord before. A thrumming electricity rushes through her and out her fingertips. 

Harwin plays along, shifting to one knee and bowing his head. “Of course. You have my word, little lady.”

She leans in close to whisper in his ear. “Promise?”

He sighs, the smile on his face audible. “Yes, little lady. I promise.”

“My father is Prince Daemon.”

Harwin’s eyes widen with shock. “Prince Daemon? I didn’t know he had any children,” he whispers back. 

“I was a surprise baby. My mother didn’t know she was pregnant with me until she had me, and my father doesn’t talk about me,” she trails off, talking to herself more now than she was to Harwin. “I’m not even sure he remembers I exist.”

He takes Rhaella’s hands within his. She finds Harwin’s hands are rough but warm, just like he appears to be. “No father should treat their child like that. Thank you for telling me, little lady.” Harwin smiles at her fondly, and she feels her face heat up. He stands, ruffling Edd’s hair again on his way up. “Finish up, and I’ll take you both to watch the joust outside.”

Rhaella watches Harwin return to his seat at the end of the table, next to his lady wife. “I really like Lord Harwin.” Edd nods in agreement, his face full of food once again. “Now, it’s my turn to ask you a question.”

He swallows hard. “Okay, fire away.”

“If Lord Harwin isn’t your father, why do you call him that?”

Edd turns his body towards her, his knees touching the seat of her chair. He speaks softly. “My mother had me just before she moved south, so I never knew my real father. I don’t even know who he is; if he’s alive or not. Harwin’s the only father I’ve ever known, and he treats me like I’m his trueborn son. If he dislikes me calling him father, he hasn’t told me so.”

“Does Lady Alethia know who your father is?”

He nods. “I assume so. Whenever I ask about him, she gets this look about her, like she’s remembering someone who only lives in the far corners of her memory. I’ve stopped asking about him. All I know is he made her very happy.”

“Are you upset I asked?” she asks, absentmindedly picking at a hangnail. 

“No. I asked about your father, so it’s only fair you ask about mine, too.”

With both of them finishing up their meals, they stand and push their chairs in. “Do you want to watch the joust?” Edd asks. “I think my father is finished, too, so he can take us like he offered.”

Grabbing some snacks for the road, Rhaella nods. “I’ve never seen a proper joust, only knights training for one. Do you know any of the knights in it?”

He shook his head. “No, but my father surely does.” Edd turns to his mother, who’s sitting just behind him. “Mother, can Rhaella and I go out to watch the jousts? Father offered to take us!”

Lady Alethia looks to her husband, who only smiles at her. “Okay, just be careful, and stay together, alright?” She smooths Edd’s tunic with the palms of her hands, dusting off any lingering crumbs and wiping his still messy face with her napkin. “I don’t want you running off and getting yourself in trouble, you hear?”

“Yes, Mother, I’ll be fine! It’s a royal joust, nothing bad could happen to us there!” To bystanders, Edd sounds like he disdains Lady Alethia’s fussing, but in the little time she’s known him, Rhaella has found that Edd Snow is a surprisingly easy boy to read. Just watching him stand beside his mother, letting her fuss over him without a real complaint to be had, fostered a hollow pain in her chest. 

Alethia smiles softly, sighing. “Go have fun. And be sure to listen to your father, okay?”

“Yes, yes, I’ll be good.” Edd grins, leaning in to hug her, his arms wrapping around her neck. “I love you!”

She hugs him back tightly, kissing his cheek again and again. “I love you too, baby. Now, off you go, you don’t want to miss it now, do you?” Harwin stands, his chair scraping against the stone floor. Alethia catches his wrist in her hand, pulling him down. “Behave, you hear?” 

Harwin smiles, licking his lips. “Yes, my lady. You know how I love behaving for you,” he whispers in her ear before kissing the curve of her jaw. 

“Good.” Kissing his knuckles, Alethia lets him go. 

Oblivious to what is happening behind them, Edd and Rhaella practically run out of the great hall, bounding up the stairs and through the oversized double doors, then past the courtyard and into a clearing set up for the joust. Harwin can barely keep up, running behind them. The stands are filled with people, highborn and lowborn alike, all cheering for the hedge knights fighting for glory and honor in the prince’s wedding tourney. 

Edd and Rhaella finally stop to take everything in, which lets Harwin catch up with them. “Don’t go running away from me now, you two hear? I need to be able to see you guys.” They nod, huge grins on their faces. “Now, go find us some seats.” They run off to the grandstand, grabbing three seats in the front row. Harwin sits at the end of the row, with Rhaella in the middle and Edd on the other side. 

“Lord Harwin?” 

“Yes, little lady?”

“Do you know the knights jousting?” she asks. 

Harwin nods and points to the knight, who is readying his armor on the left, on the closest side of the list. “You see him there?” She nods. The knight in question wore no helmet, instead choosing to show off his fiery red hair and scrappy facial hair. He’s shorter than most of the knights Rhaella’s seen, but that only makes him look more like an underdog to her. “He is Ser Marion Darklyn. He’s a green knight, meaning he’s been a knight for under a year. Do you know where House Darklyn calls home?”

“Duskendale, in the Crownlands.” 

He smiles. “Very good. Being a green knight, he’s going to want to make a name for himself here, as he has a big shadow to step out of, due to his great uncle being on the Kingsguard and his grandfather being Lord of Duskendale.”

“Has he ever jousted before?” she asks, watching Ser Marion finish preparing his armor. His armor was simple, but decently expensive looking. His plain, cream-colored surcoat bore the sigil of his house, a fusily of black and gold, with seven white escutcheons upon a red tierce.

He nods. “It’s safe to assume that all knights have jousted before, little lady. For young knights like him, jousts are a good way to gain notoriety and fame, especially at a royal tourney like this.”

Rhaella points to the other knight preparing himself to their right, on the opposite side of the list. His surcoat starkly contrasted Ser Marion’s. His is fully black, minus the golden embattled sable surrounding a black heart with wings overtop his breast. Due to the expensive-looking helmet the knight wore, she couldn’t see his face. The helmet shines in the light, making it look like silver instead of steel. “So, he’s fighting for the same thing then? Fame?” 

Harwin pauses, studying the knight in question. “I don’t know this knight, little lady. His sigil is unknown to me. We’ll have to wait and see, won’t we?” he smiles as he speaks, folding his arms across his broad chest, and leaning against the small back of the bench.

A fanfare sounds and both knights finish their preparations and mount their horses. The mystery knight rides a dappled grey stallion, his legs so dark they are almost black, with a short white mane and a matching tail. Ser Marion rides a chestnut brown mare, her mane and tail so bright it’s nearly Lannister gold. A squire hands them each a colorful lance, and once they step away, the Queen’s brother, Ser Gwayne Hightower, stands to address the knights from his seat at the top of the grandstand.

“Ser’s! You know the rules, the first man to be unseated from his horse is the loser! There is to be no dueling! Be a good sport and let your opponent rise from defeat with honor! Do you agree to these terms?” Both knights nod, readying their lances, and pointing them over the railing at each other. The Ser Gwayne raises his hand, then lowers it quickly, signaling them to begin. The crowd yells as if a fire was lit underneath the grandstand, filling the knights with vigor.  

Ser Marion starts quickly, his mare’s hooves beating holes into the dirt from the force of her gallops. If his lance was heavy, Rhaella doesn’t notice, as Ser Marion makes it look like the easiest thing in the world. She watches with rapt excitement as the knights make first contact, a loud clanging sound as the lances hit metal. Neither man fell, so the horses turned back, and the knights collected themselves. They run at each other again, and the mystery knight’s lance lands squarely in Ser Marion’s breastplate, knocking the wind out of him. 

The mystery knight’s lance is ruined, so when he regroups with his squire, he trades it for a fresh one. Rhaella watches both sides intently. Ser Marion inspects his armor and finds it dented, but doesn’t dismount to do anything about it. He rearms himself, and this time, Ser Marion’s lance hits the mystery knight in his shoulder, throwing the man off balance, but not out of the saddle as he had hoped. 

The next few rounds go much the same, but that does nothing to diminish Rhaella’s unfettered attention. Just as she was about to ask Edd who he thought was going to win, she got her answer. The mystery knight’s stallion rears his head back and digs his hooves into the dirt. Holding the lance hilt firmly, the knight urges his horse forward at a near-breakneck pace, heels pressing into the dappled sides. The lance hit Ser Marion’s collarbone, snapping it in half with a loud, sickening crack. He yells out in pain, dropping his lance, for his arm flails uselessly at his side. He barely hangs on in his saddle, legs clenching the sides of his mare, desperately trying to stay seated. There was no way Ser Marion was not going to unseat the mystery knight in this condition, but it was clear he wasn’t about to give up, either. In her excitement, Rhaella finds herself standing, leaning her palms against the grandstand’s borders. Recouping to the best of his abilities, Ser Marion rushes at his opponent, but his efforts are futile at best. The mystery knight’s lance hits him in the chest once more and he falls from his horse and into the dirt. His squire rushes over to him, first to check on him, then to calm his horse, which the squire leads away. Two other men, whose roles Rhaella didn’t know, help Ser Marion to stand up, guiding him to what she assumes is a sick tent. 

Being so caught up watching Ser Marion, Rhaella hadn’t noticed the mystery knight dismount from his horse and have his lance raised in victory. She watches as the knight removes his helmet, revealing to the crowd long, wavy black hair that falls around his shoulders, icy blue eyes, and a thick mustache, with a beard to match. He looks like a Baratheon, but the lack of hair on his cheeks says the opposite; no Baratheon has hair only along their jawline.

Ser Gwayne rises once more. “Congratulations on your win, Ser! Tell me your name so the King may award you properly.” 

The mystery knight bows his head in respect. “Ser Grenn Toyne, Ser. It is an honor to participate in the Prince’s wedding joust.”

Gwayne smiles slightly, his cheek creasing. “On the morrow, return to the Great Hall. King Viserys will be holding a ceremony for the winning knights where they may request a gift from His Majesty.”

“Thank you, Ser,” Grenn says reverently, bowing his head again. “May the Gods bless our King, Queen, and all their children on this special day.” As Ser Gwayne dismisses him with a flick of his wrist, Grenn remounts his stallion and trots a victory lap around the arena. 

Rhaella looks to Harwin. Her smile beams sunlight, her eyes glimmering as if they were full of the stars themselves. “Do you think I could be a knight one day?”

“I’m sorry, little lady, but girls can’t be knights. It just doesn’t work that way,” Harwin says, his voice thick with remorse. 

She looks down at the dirt in front of her. “Oh,” she whispers, barely loud enough for Harwin to hear. She isn’t able to wallow for long, however. 

Ser Grenn rides past her, and he catches her gaze, bringing her eyes up from the ground. Dismounting, he makes his way to Rhaella, his helmet underneath his arm. “Excuse me, my lady, but may I ask a favor of you?” 

Rhaella nods. Seeing him from far away is one thing, but up close was something else entirely. Her eyes rake over his face, looking at the small, white scars scattered along the exposed bits of skin. “Of me?”

He smiles, his teeth slightly crooked. “I’ve heard the Warrior grants knights good luck when they give away pieces of their winning armor. So would you do me a favor and keep my helmet safe?”

She looks at him with disbelief, and so do Edd and Harwin, although Lord Harwin hides it better than they do. “M-Me?” Rhaella stammers. “Why me?” 

Ser Grenn’s smile turned lopsided, making him look endearingly cheeky. “I saw no one in the stands as excited as you were, my lady. Will you honor me by accepting my offering?”

Rhaella nods so hard, it feels as if her head were about to pop off. “Do you need me to give it back?”

He shrugs. “If I ever have need of it again, you’ll know.” Ser Grenn hands Rhaella his helmet and bows his head, hair falling from behind his ears. He turns and climbs onto his horse to finish his victory lap, leaving almost as quickly as he came. 

Rhaella cranes her head to watch him leave, and as soon as he rides out of sight, she whips around to gush to Harwin. “Have you ever heard of such a thing before, Lord Harwin!? I can’t believe it, Ser Grenn gave me his helmet! You’re a knight, right? Have you ever given someone a piece of armor like this before!?”

Harwin’s smile is that of a proud father, only Rhaella isn’t his. “He must’ve seen something in you, little lady.” Rhaella squeals uncharacteristically, too overwhelmingly excited to care at the moment. “You’re correct, I am a knight, but I’ve never done something like this before. Perhaps it is a custom amongst tourney knights.”

She hugs the helmet close to her chest, reveling in the presence of it. Edd clamors to look at it, which she cautiously holds out for him to gaze upon. 

During the walk back to the Great Hall and the rest of the remaining festivities, Rhaella was surprisingly quiet for someone who was just gushing from head to toe. She’s too deep in thought, playing and replaying the interaction she had with Ser Grenn in her head, and what Lord Harwin had said to her. 

If girls can’t be knights, if they shouldn’t be knights, she thought, then why do I want to be one so badly? 

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The Pact | Aegon Targaryen Modern!AU (Part Three)

Words: 2K

Pairing: modern!Aegon Targaryen II x reader

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI swearing. Mild slowburn. Overall bad writing. this is my ‘rom com’ fic so please expect rom com level corniness.

Note: Sorrryyy for building this up so much I’ve been going through it besties. Thank you for all the love and I hope you enjoy this.

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Looking back on it now, you couldn’t remember a time where a building looked so daunting. Even when you had first moved into the building with Dalton three summers back, it hadn’t made your stomach churn like it does now. In fact, you can hardly remember moving in in detail. The process had been severely underwhelming, and it had happened in the blink of an eye. I guess that was one thing that could hold a candle to how you were feeling now. 

Why the hell is everything happening so fast? 

Just three days ago, you had been in your flat surrounded by everything you’d grown accustomed to being around everyday. Just three days ago, you thought you were in a committed relationship. You were wrong. You couldn’t wait for this to be over. The only thing worse than sneaking into the flat you already paid this month's rent on to break all of your personal belongings out, was if you would have had to do it alone.

Toned, Slender arms drape over your shoulders from behind, snapping you out of your haze. Daeron leans his head against yours. “He’s not in there,” he assures you softly. “He’s at work, just like you said.”

You nod, half heartedly paying attention, neck craning up at the towering building. “He’s at work,” you repeat, mostly to yourself. 

Another hand finds the back of your elbow – Lucerys’ hand – and he squeezes softly. “We’ll be in and out faster than the bastard will know what’s hit him.”

You offer them a warm smile, rubbing your sweaty palms against your denim shorts nervously. “Let’s do this shit.” 

Your friends had pulled out all the stops to make sure that getting out of that flat went as smoothly as possible. Helaena and Daeron had offered up their cars, each of a decent size, and designated them for moving your belongings. Aegon had rented a pick up truck for some of your bulkier furniture. Helaena had found a moving company that rented out plastic moving totes for three gold dragons a day, each stack coming with a rolling cart, and Baela and Jace stayed behind at the townhouse to clean up your old room (when Aegon said he hadn’t touched it in nearly four years, he meant it.) 

Sandbox love truly never dies, and you found yourself grateful that you had found the greatest support system you could ever have at such a young age, and that they had stuck by your side through thick and thin.

“Alright, team!” Rhaena grabs everyone's attention by clapping her hands together three times. “Operation: Free My Girl Y/N is now in effect. I want everyone to listen up, Helaena and I are on bathroom and bedroom duty, I want Aegon, Luke, and Dae on furniture, Y/N wants her couch, her bookshelf, her desk, any art supplies you see, and a couple things out of the bedroom. Anything that looks like someone with taste bought it is going in the truck.”

“Aye, aye, Captain,” Aegon mock salutes her.

“You need to wait until Y/N clears out her desk and bookshelf so worry about those last,” she says pointedly. “Aemond, you’re the only one here I trust with glass, so you grab any dishes and nick-nacks that are hers.” 

“You got it, Rhae,” he replies cooly, hands crossed behind his back.

“You’re so hot when you’re bossy,” you quip, and she shoots you a suggestive wink.

“Other than that, once we think we’ve got everything, we’ll do a quick run through to double check, and we are outta this bitch,” she holds her hand out for you to take, and you gladly do. “Does anyone not understand their job?” When there are no objections, you lead them through the lobby, and the seven of you and your moving equipment cram into the newly repaired elevator. 

In an attempt to lighten the mood, Daeron and Luke did a ‘sweep’ of the one bedroom flat the second the door was unlocked. Their hands were folded to look like handguns as they maneuvered theatrically through the four small rooms you had once taken shelter in. Luke lifted his hand to clutch the air by his shoulder, speaking into it like it was a walkie. “Coast is clear. Tactical team move in, let's go.” 

“Affirmative,” Daeron responded, mimicking radio static with his mouth as he did. You shook your head, a miniscule smirk playing at your lips as you made your way to your desk, and the gang got to work.

Everyone kept to themselves mainly, other than the occasional query of if something was for certain yours, they seemed to know you well enough to decipher on their own. 

It was alarming how quickly an entire era of your life could be packed into bins and whisked away. It was, as everything else had been these past few days, giving you whiplash. You could admit it to yourself, Dalton Greyjoy was nothing special. He wasn’t a good listener, or particularly doting, and he had barely been holding up his end of your partnership for the better half of four years, but he was yours. He was someone to come home to, he was a quiet night in, he was safe and boring, and maybe he was a little possessive sometimes, but he was all yours. That’s what you had convinced yourself, that the lackluster in your relationship was what you were supposed to feel. That it was safe. That you were comfortable. 

It was enough for you at the time, and you had just assumed it would be enough for him too. 

A warm, heavy hand slides over your back, snapping you out of your daze and pulling you back down to earth. “That's the last of the bins, but Rhaena wanted me to tell you to double check that we have everything,” Aegon’s voice is smooth and low as he leans against the doorframe beside you. “Still feeling okay?”

You nod halfheartedly. “It just sunk in,” your voice comes out scratchy and dry, like you hadn’t spoken in days, and you clear your throat. “Two hours is what it takes to pack up my whole life, just in case you were curious.”

He offers you a sympathetic smile. “Rhaena leads with an iron fist,” It’s an attempt to make you laugh, and if you hadn’t been so melancholic, you’re sure you would have. 

“I’m going to be twenty-seven soon,” you mumble. “I don’t have a plan. I moved to this city with no actual prospects, and no plan for what I’m going to do with my life and then I settled down with the first man to pay me any attention.” 

Aegon stays quiet as you swallow the lump in your throat. “And I finished school for what? I’m still working at The Golden Stag, I don’t even paint anymore, like it would make a difference if I did. I wasn’t any good.” 

The words stung like acid coming out. You had been painting since you gained the function of your motor skills. As you grew up, you’d painted everything – people, places, anything that caught your eye. Aegon knew that better than anyone, when he wasn’t modeling in front of your canvas he was right by your side watching. It was never anything but a passion to you, your mother had drilled it into your brain at a young age that no one ever found a decent career being a sub par painter, and with that turning it into a lifestyle became completely out of reach for you. Dreams of art school became chasing a business degree you had no want for. Your passion became a hobby, and that fact made you so miserable you couldn’t pick up a paintbrush anymore without feeling like a failure.

“Don’t say things like that. You are good,” he took hold of your shoulders, forcing you to face him but you could barely meet his eye. “And it makes a difference because it makes you happy. Don’t you want to be happy?”

You can’t stop the tears that are freely flowing now, but Aegon carefully brushes them away.Your forehead drops to rest against his warm, soft chest. “I do, but I don’t know how I let it get this bad. I don’t know how to fucking fix it.”

“Hey, do you want to know a secret?” he whispers, and you tilt your chin up to finally look right at him. “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing either.”

You simper, a faint huff of a laugh pushing through your nostrils. “No way,” there’s a hint of playful sarcasm bubbling beneath the surface. “You?”

“I know, who would have guessed?” he nods affectionately, shrugging softly. “Guess what I do when I feel like I’m lost.”

“What?” you mutter, and if he hadn’t been holding you so close he might not have heard it.

“I call my best friend,” he soothes, causing an all encompassing warmth to spread through you. “And she picks up the phone every time and sure, maybe I still feel a little lost afterwards, but I don’t feel so small and I don’t feel lonely anymore.”

You draw a deep breath in, trying to expel all the heavy tension brewing in your chest. Of course Aegon knows all the right things to say to you to make it all feel a little bit lighter. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” Aegon promises, pointing towards the door. “Those idiots downstairs aren’t going anywhere, so if you need to breathe, or to fall apart for a while then that’s what we’ll do. We’ll just take it one moment at a time.”

You’re quiet as you press the heels of your hands to your eyes, rubbing them, and wiping away your tear stained cheeks. “Tell me what you need right now and we’ll do it,” his words are patient and delicate. “Whatever comes after isn’t important yet.”

Your gaze breaks from his, and roams around the white walls that had been slowly but surely closing in on you without you really noticing, then it falls to the laminate floor beneath you, cold and hard and unforgiving. After what feels like too long, your contemplating eyes find him, warm and welcoming and truly safe. Your thoughts wander to the familiarity of the townhouse, and your rambunctious found family floors below you. 

“I just want to go home.”

He keeps his promise. He takes you there.

The moon is high in the sky when you’ve finished unpacking into your old room. Upon returning home to the townhouse, you find the real reason Baela and Jace have stayed behind to ‘clean’ was technically also a ploy for them to put together the bed and frame they had all got you as a gift. You found yourself crying freely at the heartfelt surprise and before you knew it, pizza was ordered, beers were opened, and Daeron and Luke had picked up interior decorating. 

Maybe it was something that could’ve been done with the same vigor as it had been packed with, but it's slow. It’s procrastinating, it’s laughing over nothing and everything, and taking prolonged breaks to lay on the floor and talk about life. It’s a form of therapy in itself, and you ponder how you survived so long without it. Maybe you didn’t, and that was the point, why it meant so much more to you now.

When the night eventually dwindles out into a close, hugs and sleepy goodbyes are exchanged, along with promises to see each other soon. For the first time in a while, you don’t worry that they’re promises you can’t make good on.

You’re eventually the only two tired bodies remaining, and Aegon plants a chaste kiss to your hairline and bids you goodnight, squeezing your hand before he stumbles into his room. You find your way to yours in the dark like it’s a muscle memory that you forgot you had, and you sink into your bed, a thick sleep creeps into your aching bones.

Yes, you were still lost. It was going to take time to feel like yourself again.

But you don’t feel so small anymore, and as you finally drift off you don’t feel so lonely either.

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Sugar Mommy Rhaenyra Part iii

pronouns: they them (afab in series' smut) warnings: nsfw section but not neccessary divider: firefly-graphics A/N: sorry this might be a bit short, i have had some internet problems but i intend to write up a part 4 as well so i hope you still enjoy! :)

It's terrifying when one day Rhaenyra wakes up and she misses your embrace more than she's missed anything or anyone.

Even though Daemon is at her back, arms around her and dotting kisses up her neck, there something missing–or rather someone

but she ignores it, hoping she'll forget about it for awhile, she leans into him and keeps her eyes closed, pretending that it's your lap that her head lays in instead of the pillow while her fingers grasp at her husband's hair

you're in her head even at the Iron Corp. meeting, the picture of your splayed out hair and dilated pupils digging through her brain until it finds a soft sponge of affection to poke at

"Rhaenyra?"

"Hm?" Her head snaps up to look into Corlys Velaryon's piercing stare. He looms sceptical with a single brow raised while Daemon shifts worriedly beside her, squeezing her thigh. She blinks rapidly to dispel the wanton thoughts and releases a nervous chuckle

she ignores Alicent's interrogative frown, her slender hand wrapping in her own

It's terrifying when one day Rhaenyra wakes up and she misses your embrace more than she's missed anything or anyone.

Even though Daemon is at her back, arms around her and dotting kisses up her neck, there something missing–or rather someone

but she ignores it, hoping she'll forget about it for awhile, she leans into him and keeps her eyes closed, pretending that it's your lap that her head lays in instead of the pillow while her fingers grasp at her husband's hair

you're in her head even at the Iron Corp. meeting, the picture of your splayed out hair and dilated pupils digging through her brain until it finds a soft sponge of affection to poke at

"Rhaenyra?"

"Hm?" Her head snaps up to look into Corlys Velaryon's piercing stare. He looms sceptical with a single brow raised while Daemon shifts worriedly beside her, squeezing her thigh. She blinks rapidly to dispel the wanton thoughts and releases a nervous chuckle

she ignores Alicent's interrogative frown, her slender hand wrapping in her own

all eyes dart to her, waiting, for what? she has no idea

Alicent leans into her ear, warm breath coaxing, "What do you think of Corlys' excellent proposal on stocks, Rhae?"

Rhaenyra clears her throat and nods, "Yes, yes, I think that if we..."

she has to shake herself awake after the board meeting, she can't think of anything but those doe eyes and your saccharine smile

so sweet just for her

she stares at her phone and bites her lips, it's been three days since Jace almost caught you both and you've definitely been avoiding her

she admires your loyalty but if you don't respond in the next to hours she might lose her mind...and so she makes the first desperate move

typing and retyping before eventually taking a deep breath

only her plans are foiled but not unwelcome when a familiar name enlightens her screen.

her eyes drink in the text with a relieved desperation

it's in seconds that she arranges a reply in agreement and bustles Daemon out of the house, luckily Harwin has the kids this week, inviting Aegon and Viserys for a sleepover

for the first time in a long while that you're staying in together

so she lets you in, you're wearing that stunning set of clothes she bought you (even the shimmering earrings)

and a long talk ensues

you set your new terms for this relationship and she's pleasantly surprised

you want to tell Jace

you can't keep it from him any longer and you won't

she's hesitant but agrees, taking your hand in hers and kissing the knuckles softly

"No more hiding." she promises you with a smile on her face

with the newfound vow, she squeezes you hand and guides you upstairs

a week passes before as usual, you arrive with Jace at his mum's place and absolutely trembling.

he pulls up and instantly grasps your shaking hand in his, piercing eye contact set on you

"What's wrong?" he asks instantly "Nothing," "Come on, I'm serious, you've been weird since you got that job. Be honest with me," His brows furrow and he squeezes your hands. He lowers his voice. "Is anyone harassing you because I'm not above walking down there right now and–" "No, no!" You assure him with wide eyes and a chuckle bubbling. "It's nothing like that I've just been..." You bite your lip as his stare deepens "I've been seeing someone." You relent anxiously and he visibly sighs in relief "Thank the Gods." He grins then nudges your side. "You better tell me all about them on the way back because I was pretty sure that you were gonna rock up to a nunnery sooner or later I don't think I've seen you talk about a date since Margaery Tyrell." You roll your eyes but it feels good to get off your chest, at least a little bit. You scoff "Yeah well maybe I like to keep my private life private." You tease and he instantly gapes in offence. "Hey I am...private." "You literally blurted about dating Sara in the middle of English." "Well that was an unfortunate lapse of judgement." Giggles pop from the both of you as the tranquil security settles over you both once more

when you slip through the front door, you tense again

Jace is bound to notice that there is a severe lack of his family other than his mother waiting impatiently in front of him, eager to demand an embrace and awkwardly shuffling him to the dining room

you both share a wary glance

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alyssa's aegon lives au?! oh my god i need to know everything about him and his little fambly please <33333333333

Of course!!! So in my fic Aegon survives but Alyssa still dies, which leaves Daemon and Aegon in the care of good queen Alysanne (same as Visenya when she is born a few years later) and they all grow up together, until Daemon marries Rhea in 97 AC and Visenya joins her father at court in 101 AC. Aegon was always sort of the most reasonable of the trio and while he absolutely loves and adores his brother and honorary little sister he really is a big introvert who had rather not get caught up in the intrigues of court and politics, so he stayed away even when he had wanted to marry Visenya and missed Daemon in the years they where apart. Aegon just sorta stayed on Dragonstone after his grandmothers passing in 100 AC and spend his free time traveling across the narrow sea on dragonback. He was only 3 and 10 when he and Daemon parted ways after the older wedding and by the time the brothers reunited Aegon had grown nearly a head and a half taller than the rogue prince and had come to be a man of hulking build in the way Targaryen men rarely were. Aegon had cut his hair short and worn unadorned clothes for the longest time as a young man, as he hoped it had made him look less Targaryen as he always felt he lacked the connection Daemon, Visenya and even Viserys had with their heritage, but by the time he returned from a longer stay in Braavos in 114 AC it had grown long enough to be worn in a pony tail again and Aegon refrained from cutting it again as his new found lover the son of the Sealord of Braavos, Galeo Materys, was quite found of it. In 114 AC Aegon came back to Westeros for the wedding of his younger niece, Rhaenyra, and ended up agreeing to his brother the kings offer to become a member of the small council, a position he would soon resign from after the death of his lover in Braavos at the hands of his own brother Daemon in the following year, an incident that would leave a deep slight on the brothers relationship for the years to come. Aegon left kings landing as well as Dragonstone and would never return. Visenyas sworn shield Ser Lyle Bracken had offered Aegon to make himself at home in his ancestral home, with the tall knights sister lady Barissa Bracken for company and though Aegon did not stay within the hospitality of the odd woman that was the lady of stone hedge for long his time in the Riverlands served to heal his broken heart as he found a friend and companion to many a feast or tourney in lady Myriame Blackwood, who was a maiden of 26 years, with raven black hair, a never wavering smile and eyes that seemed to dance with laughter at all times of the day. It was no surprise when the two announced their betrothal and married under the heart tree of raven tree hall where they would raise their daughters Alyssa and Rhae. If rumor is to be believed Alyssa would be taught in the dark arts of the north by her mothers grandmother old lady Ronna, while Rhae, drawn in by the secrets of her valyrian heritage would seek to master magic of fire and blood.

I love Aegon and have so many thought on him just no way to really put them all into words adequately yet, so if you have anymore questions let me know!! Hope you enjoyed <3

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Read your WIP posts and enjoyed them all. I hope you're feeling better and I hope all is well with your family. You have no idea how much I enjoy reading what you write. I hope you continue the WIPs you have shared. Enjoyed the Scooby Doo, Stranger Things and hitchhiker AUs. Also both the bodyguard!Jon and waiter!Jon AUs. Although it would be nice to see Sansa as a commoner getting involved with Prince Jon

It's always so nice to hear that people like reading my stuff. I LOVE writing and interacting with the fandom and it does really mean a lot to me.

Prince Jon with commoner Sansa is something I've considered before. I remember a looooong time ago (2021, it turns out) I got a teensy bit high and photoshopped Jon's face onto the Princess Diaries movie poster. And then I shared my plans for what it would be if I actually wrote it.

Basically, the photoshop started off as: "jonsa princess diaries but jon is the princess", and then snowballed into:

"Jon is rhaegies secret baby. Raggie is dead, oh no so sad. Aegon doesn't exist because reasons. So aerys is dying and everyone's like aw shit viserys is gonna be the next king and Dany/Rhae are like fuck no so then varys shows up like here's an alternative. So Dany/Rhae are Julie Andrews. Sansa is his etiquette teacher because they need to keep Jon a secret so they use a lady instead of an actual teacher to not be suspicious.

Sansa trains Jon on how to be a lady and they hate each other but obviously they're in love. And when Jon gets the crown, they're like you need to marry to secure your throne and Jon's like I take the redhead pls and thank you"

Though I will say, in this scenario, Sansa isn't necessarily a commoner? Hmmmmm

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Here's a funny lil idea I had with a Reader from HTTYD. I've sent the idea into the ask box of @cloudninetonine a while ago so you know. This is a gender neutral Reader that will be using they/them pronouns. It's not proofread so there might be a grammatical error here and there.

But otherwise, I hope you all enjoy!

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How Did We Get Here?

Well, this was a predicament and a half.

They stood in the midst of what appeared to be a forest, dense and flourishing with life. It was sunny and warm, making the rider's abundance of layers a bit too hot for their liking. Y/N shucked the bear skin cloak off and wrapped it around their waist, exposing their bare shoulders and accompanying tattoos. The top half of Y/N's body down to their knees was wrapped in navy blue clothing, accented by white and brown fur. Brightly colored fabrics also covered your midsection beneath the belts, carefully embroidered with silver thread.

A pair of dragon fang daggers gleamed at Y/N's sides, attached to the leather belt wrapped securely just above their waist. A myriad of pockets and pouches accompanied them, filled with a variety of things. A black mask carved from a large dragon scale depicting a wolven face was attached to another belt, curved fangs threatening to bite any hand that dared to come close. More leather strips were wrapped around their legs, securing their boots and holding yet even more pockets and sheathes for tools.

As Y/N took in more of their surroundings, the more confused they became. Weren't they just on a raider ship? At night? In the middle of the ocean?

A soft nose broke Y/N out of their thoughts, causing them to shift their gaze to meet worried lavender colored eyes.

Lux cooed, a gentle rumble reverberating throughout her whole chest in attempts to calm her rider's nerves. Her pupils were dilated to round ovals, showing that she was calm and friendly. She smiled without teeth-   literally, there were no teeth, only pink gums. It was endearing in an odd way.

Another noise caught Y/N's attention, a low growl that spoke of caution. They turned their head to see Rhae's hazel green eyes narrowed at her surroundings, her pupils contracted to wary slits. Her long ears were perked and her posture was stiff, she was on edge from the sudden change in scenery. Y/N couldn't blame her, it was all too sudden and too strange.

They revisited their memories of the event, for it was still fresh in their mind. Y/N was on a raider ship with their two dragons along with their mentor and her dragon. They were there to free the dragons trapped in cages. It was a simple mission that relied on stealth, something the trio specialized in.

They had freed the last one from its cage, encouraging it to flee and follow Valka and Cloudjumper to safety. They were about to follow, but… something happened.

Y/N laughed softly as the juvenile Deadly Nadder chittered, nuzzling them with its great snout. They gently pushed it away, scratching the side of its face before guiding it to the side of the ship and pointing to the horizon. There were silhouettes of other dragons flying off, the sound of their wing beats growing ever quieter the further they got.

Its pupils dilated and it spread its forest green wings, taking a few flaps to get itself off the ground and toward the others. They could see the figure of a Stormcutter in the distance, his rider atop his back and eyeing his surroundings for any stragglers.

Y/N lifted their mask slightly, cupping their hands around their mouth and blowing into them. A chirping whistle followed, the sound carrying through the air and to its intended target. The other masked rider tapped her dragon gently with her staff, signaling him to start flying off.

With no dragons left to be released, it was time for Y/N to leave as well. They clicked their tongue twice, calling for Rhae and Lux. The two bounded over with light footsteps, Lux being closest and dipping her body slightly for Y/N to hop onto her back.

Y/N looked toward Rhae, only to see the black dragoness standing tall with her ears up. A tell tale sign that danger was near.

The rider's hand ghosted over their dagger as they readied themself for a potential fight, Lux standing at her side with her teeth bared. Her snowy tail was curled protectively around her rider, and her wings were arched up and ready to take off at any moment.

There was silence for only a moment before an indiscernible figure lunged out from the darkness and toward the trio.

Rhae roared and placed herself between the shadow and her pack mates. She reared her body up, lurching her head forward to bite. The shadow dodged, swiping at the Night Fury's side and knocking her a good distance.

Lux let out a cry of outrage, opening her maw up wide as a familiar gas filled the back of her throat. Just as quickly as it happened, a plasma blast erupted from her jaws and straight toward her foe. It barely misses the shadow as it dodges the blast, hardly slowly down as it lunges toward the two of them.

Y/N could have sworn they heard something behind them and Lux, but they didn't have the time nor the thought to look when the shadow launched itself toward them. They hear a roar, turning their head to see that Rhae had gotten back up and was running toward them. She tackles the shadow as it tackles Y/N and their Light Fury.

The rider's vision faded to swirls of crimson and ebony.

….and then they woke up.

Right, that's how they got here. They were attacked and whatever was behind them must have been how they ended up here.

Y/N was never sure that something as broad a concept as magic existed. Hell, some of the dragons they've met could be described as magical. The world was vast and held more secrets than it ever did people. So they wouldn't rule it out as an improbability, no matter how outlandish it may have seemed.

Y/N sang out a soft kuln, garnering Rhae's attention as her eyes rounded out to smooth rectangles. They motioned the dragon closer and carefully pet Rhae's great head. The black dragon rumbled softly, calming down considerably.

"I think, for our first order of business…"

Y/N rubbed Lux's head when she nudged them to be pet as well.

"Is that we should find out where we've ended up."

All they needed to hear were their rumbles of agreement before mounting Rhae, and beginning their search.

[marysblo0d]

𝙢𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙣!𝙧𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙜𝙞𝙛𝙩 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚

Happy holidays everyone! Sorry for my inactivity, haven’t had much inspiration lately but I wanted to at least give you guys a little something for before the new year. Hope you enjoy! 🫶

to: rhaenyra love: ali ❤︎

a pack of socks because she’s always losing hers, a heart shaped carabiner with alicent’s name engraved into it, a photo album of all their best memories, a replacement pair of kickboxing gloves, a suit and dress shoes for the many high class events they have to attend together, catnip for syrax, ruby cuff links, boxers, chunky rings with their birth stones, plaid pyjama pants (more a gift for her because she loves the way rhaenyra looks in them).

to: alicent love: rhae ❥

a new film camera and film, hair clips, a refill of her favourite lipstick, books that she had been talking about since they were announced to be released, new watercolour set, a cardigan, silver earrings, a large framed print of what she think is the best picture alicent has ever taken of them, flowy skirts, black lingerie (again more a gift for herself).

to share

seeds for their garden, a refurbished coffee table, set of assorted teas to try, a new strap.

[cloudninetonine]

Oh! Another thing I should show you because I'm proud of it and I've talked about it before. I'm bringing back HTTYD Player, this time I've finally got concept sketches for Lux the Light Fury and Rhae the Night Fury.

A short recept is that HTTYD Player basically lives like Valka, a borderline feral vigilante dragon person and they have two dragons as posted up above who are two female Furies. They got tossed into LU just after a successful raid on a dragon hunter ship because Dark Link wanted to throw yet another curve ball at the Chain in the form of a magicless human. But what the shadow bastard wasn't expecting was for two dragons, one black, one white, to come at him at mach jesus with the intent for pure violence for hurting their friend. So all three of them ended up getting thrown into the world of Hyrule.

Unlike in the third movie of the HTTYD trilogy, Lux the Light Fury is actually the social and sweet sparkle marshmallow who craves attention whilst Rhae the Night Fury is the skittish and feral cat that will exist near you if so desired but will bite if you're anyone except the Player and or Lux.

I'm actually in the middle of writing some blurbs concerning HTTYD Player along with their two Furies, so be prepared for that to maybe get posted on my blog one day.

Anywho, I hope you enjoyed the free content. I'll give some more later on when I have the time.

LOVE YOUR ART AS ALWAYS CHILL!

Always did love the night/light furies designs, they could look cute and cuddly one second then threatening and feral the next.

[targaryenssurvive]

Chapter 11 Aegon

Aegon was strutting around the halls in the early morning. Aegons hair was tied in loose braids and he was wearing a red and gold doublet with a dragon of gold sewn into the back, he was wearing black breeches, and heeled boots. Aegon had a golden piercing going from his nose to his ear, as well as a few golden rings on his fingers. It may have been early but a prince must always dress appropriately.

Aegon often woke up early, as soon as the sun rose he was up, he did this so on days where he had long tedious lessons with his father Aegon could still have time to enjoy the day, as Aegon walked he saw his brother, Aemon looking at some old painting with Ser Jaime, another good reason to wake up so early was that Aemon was always awake at this time. Aegon quickened his pace and went to Aemon. Aegon put an arm around Aemons shoulder and affectionately ruffled Aemons hair. Aemon looked up at Aegon and smiled. “Good morning, Aem, did you sleep well?” Aegon asked and pressed a kiss against Aemons forehead. Aemon nodded and leaned his head on Aegon's shoulder. Aegon turned his head to Ser Jaime. “Ser Jaime, i do hope you’ll excuse us.” Ser Jaime nodded. “Of course my prince.” Aegon and Aemon started walking together but before they got too far Aemon weaved at Ser Jaime and Ser Jaime smiled.

Aegon and Aemon were in the courtyard training together, using dulled swords of course. Aegon knocked Aemon back, Aemon quickly got back up and ran at Aegon knocking him down, Aemon tried to pin Aegon down but Aegon put his feet against Aemon’s stomach and kicked him off. Aemon stumbled but landed on his feet. Aemon tried to run at Aegon and jump on him but Aegon rolled out of the way and quickly got back on his feet, Aemon swung the sword at Aegon but it was blocked by Aegon’s sword, they wrestled with their swords for a few moments but suddenly Aemon kicked Aegon in the gut and before Aemon could take his foot off Aegon grabbed onto it and started running, Aemon fell on the ground as Aegon dragged him around the area. Aegon started giggling as he ran around in circles, Aemon started quietly snorting and making little giggling sounds. “Surrender!!!” Aegon yelled through laughter. Aemon shook his head and tried to kick off Aegon's hand that was holding Aemons foot. Aegon quickened his pace as he ran. Aegon then heard a burst of laughter and looked to where it came from, he saw Rhaenys and Daenarys giggling.

Rhaenys was wearing a long silky red dress, her sleeves were long and hung slightly below her fingers, her dress had a gold trim and like Aegon she had a gold dragon sewn onto the back of her dress, each section of Rhaenys hair had a braid, the braids had little golden pieces tied tightly into them. Rhaenys had a golden piercing that went from her nose to her ear that matched Aegon’s, her ears were pierced with gold and she wore several golden rings. Daenerys had her hair in a long poofed up braid and she was wearing a long black satin dress with red accents, her dress had puffy sleeves and a puffed out skirt, tiny red dragons were embroidered along the hem of her dress. Daenerys was wearing a necklace with a ruby dragon on it, she had ruby piercings hanging from her ears.

“Good morning little brothers.” Rhaenys called.

Aegon dropped Aemons foot and helped him get up. “Good morning. Dany, I didn't expect to see you up this early, you barely got out of bed at noon.” Aegon spoke. “Rhae snuck into my room and violently shook me until I woke up and dragged me out of bed!” Daenerys dramatically explained. Rhaenys rolled her eyes. “You say that like I’ve committed atrocities instead of just waking you up a little early.” “A little? A little!? A little my arse!” “language, there's a child present!” Aegon gasped and covered Aemons ears. Aemon rolled his eyes at Aegon and tried to push Aegon's hands off his ears. “Oh I do apologize I forgot Aemond was a child, oh wait, he's older than me!” Daenerys spoke exasperatedly. “You're a child as well.” Rhaenys responded. Daenerys pouted and exchanged a look of annoyance with Aemon.

“Since Danys up does that mean Viserys is as well?” Aegon asked. “No he isn’t, it is a shame since we’re all awake. Perhaps we should go wake him.” Rhaenys said in a fake thoughtful voice. “Yes, let us gently wake Vizzy up.”

“WAKE UP!” Daenerys yelled as she and Aemon jumped on Viserys bed as he slept. Viserys shot awake as he felt the two jump on him. Aegon and Rhaenys were laughing as they watched. “What in the seven hells are you lot doing!?” Viserys spoke grumpily. “Waking you up, sweet elder brother.” Daenerys replied in her sweetest voice, Aemon let out a quiet laugh. “You brats are spawns of evil.” Viserys muttered angrily and got out of bed. Viserys was wearing a black silk night robe with a red dragon covering the back of it. “Oh don’t be sour, Vizzy.” Rhaenys chuckled. “Yeah we just came to wake you up because we were all awake already and we didn’t want you to miss out on the fun.” Aegon wrapped an arm around Viserys shoulder, Viserys lightly pushed Aegon away by the face. “Monsters, all of you, monsters.” Viserys grumbled. Daenerys stuck her tongue out at Viserys and plopped down on Viserys bed, Aemon plopped down next to her and Daenerys wrapped her arms around his shoulders and rested her head against his. “First you brats wake me up, now you two steal my bed?” “It's comfortable and you needed to be awake, can you really blame us?” “Yes, yes I can.” Viserys replied tiredly.

[spearsndragons]

Omg HI????

I am so glad to see you are back and kicking into the fandom!!

Honestly, my life was so easier when I was looking forward to Hourglass updates. I think I commented on your going away post how the story meant so much.

Seeing someone grab the second chance they get and work at practising their agency and still having a somewhat non fucked up outlook at life ....meant so much to me as an assault victim. I know you won't get back to Hourglass for now but I am so glad to see you here and get a chance to connect with you. I tried connecting with you on Twitter but ugh fuck that bird app.

I will absolutely be supporting your new stories!!! You are the only author who has ever made me care about Rhaegar x Elia. Otherwise fuck him lol

I do blog a lot of anti-Rhaegar shit so maybe not scroll through my blog lol???

I AM SO GLAD THE BULLIES DIDN'T BREAK YOUR SPIRIT!!!!

I am so glad you are here! You have no idea!!

Lots of love!

AWWW IM GLAD YOU FOUND ME!!! your comments always made my heart soft 😭😭😭 i know sunset embers is darker and even toxic, but i hope you will still enjoy elia’s story there! she’s still going to be a BAMF.

and don’t worry about the rhae posts haha. i totally understand! it’s SO hard to like the popular version this fandom portrays him to be. you’re gonna tell me the prince known to be dutiful simply ran away with his cousin’s betrothed? the father known to love his kids (based on rhaenys’ last moments) put his family in danger for… a strong-willed 14 year old? the man plotting to dethrone his own father and save the kingdom threw them all away for “love”? yeah, i fucking hate the rhaegar they think him to be LOL what happened to his obsession with prophecies? his birth? dany’s visions? ELIA? RHAENYS? AEGON?

please take care of yourself!!! i may repost my modern semi-crack au soon too, so that’s a little something to make you laugh haha

[blakeswritingimagines]

Hey! could I get a Daemon x fem!reader(ambiguous race, if possible) where they are happily married and one day reader has an accident and is unconscious for weeks and he is desperate and when she finally wakes up ( to make his despair worse) she has lost her memory (maybe she doesn't remember anyone or to be more distressing maybe she just doesn't remember him, I'll leave it up to you) Seeing her condition, Viserys and Rhaenyra try to help by telling things about her and also about their relationship before the accident and how happy they were and completely devoted to each other, but it doesn't do much good. Seeing such a situation Daemon decides and is determined to win her back, at first she is defensive and even a little afraid of him (which makes him very sad, since of all of them she was the only one who was never afraid of him, nor even before they get together) the months go by and he has some advances (like she starts to feel more comfortable around him and that sort of thing) one night she is talking to Rhaenyra when she gets a really bad pain in her head and flashes of memories begin to flood her mind, when rhae says she is going to call the maester, reader runs off to Daemon's room (which was the room they shared before the accident) she enters and runs towards him and him. she kisses passionately, when they break up she says she remembered everything. With a lot of angst, fluffy, a little nsfw at the end (if you feel comfortable) and happy ending please? (If you could also develop Reader's relationship with Viserys and Rhaenyra while she is out of memory I would be extremely grateful. Sorry for the amount of detail, feel free to ignore and sorry for my English)

Here you go! Hope you enjoy~

Also no problems with your English!, I was able to read it just fine darling.