#I hope Laena looks like a teenager here

[beneaththeshadows]

They're the nicest kids in town

The three great grandchildren of Jaehaerys circa 107/109 ac, Laenor, Rhaenyra, and Laena

The general inspiration was early 16th century Italian fashion, though with Laenor, I used some byzantine references

[hyperfixatedimagines]

The Language of Girls

Anon requested: “.. the reader and alicent are in love but alicent starts find another girl “interesting” and the reader sees this and confronts her but it doesn’t go well and the reader leaves..”

A/N: Here it is. I bumped this up the queue because I got inspiration to write it. I apologize to others with older requests I really write as much as I can for all requests every day but sometimes the words flow for one idea a little easier. Anon, I hope this is what you had in mind and that if it’s not, you still enjoy it!

A/N pt. 2: It’s a modern au set at a private all girls boarding school. This is teenage Alicent x f!reader. Canon divergent in that Laenor and Laena are not twins. Laenor is older.

Your mother had sent you to private school in hopes your grades would better and your chances of getting into a good college would be higher.

Your father had demanded it be an all girls boarding school in hopes that you would make friends and finally come out of your shell.

All through elementary and junior high you were the outcast weirdo who no one bothered to get to know.

But now you had a chance to start anew. You hoped things would be different.

-

You walked to your bedroom on your own. Your parents had not bothered to go with you. Your father’s board meeting was too important and your mother simply could not miss her latest botox appointment.

Anxiety built inside you at the thought of who your roommate would be. You had never shared a room with anyone before.

What if we don’t get along? What if she’s a cool, popular, pretty girl and thinks I’m a weirdo? What if she hates me and makes my life hell? Questions swirled in your mind, a tornado starting to form.

You took a deep breath and turned the knob. You opened the door and stepped inside.

“Hello?”

A girl with silver locs came out of the bathroom your room shared with the room next door.

She smiled brightly at the sight of you.

“Hi, you must (y/n). I’m Laena,” she said and stuck her hand out towards you.

You shook her hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

All your worst fears were confirmed. Laena was indeed beautiful, and no doubt she was cool. She would surely be the most popular girl at school.

You were toast.

-

To your great surprise, Laena was nothing like you had feared.

Yes she was cool, and was indeed very popular, but she was also the kindest person you had ever met.

She had helped you unpack your things and get you settled. Then she gave you a tour of the campus and introduced you to all her friends. She even invited you to have lunch with them all.

The other girls were nice as well, though they had all looked you up and down with a less than impressed look on their faces.

But it didn’t matter. Laena shone like the sun and made sure all her warmth radiated onto you.

At lunch, she sat next to you and naturally her friends followed.

They all chatted about various teachers and students that you had no face to connect to. So you ate your food quietly while they all spoke.

“Where is Alicent,” Laena asked one of the other girls.

“She was on a call with her father when we last saw her. I’m guessing it did not go well,” a girl that had been introduced to you as Aliandra declared as she gave herself a once over in a compact mirror.

Laena frowned. “That explains it.”

Then she turned to you.

“Alicent is one of my closest friends. You’ll love her, she’s darling....but she has a complicated relationship with her father,” Laena explained.

You nodded slowly. “I can relate to that. My relationship with my parents is complicated too.”

Oh no, had you shared too much too soon? You cursed yourself silently.

Once again, Laena surprised you.

She placed a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Thank you for sharing that with me (y/n). I know it’s not an easy thing to do.”

Then she turned back to the other girls and told them all about her elder brother Laenor’s exploits with college boys in the city.

You listened, and laughed when appropriate.

For the first time in a long time you felt hopeful. Maybe things really would be different at this school.

-

Laena invited you to a party one of the girl’s on a different floor was having. She was an upperclassman who had a whole suite to herself. Laena said she had even invited the boys from the nearby all boys private school.

You pretended to be excited.

Laena had been nothing but kind, and she had shared that her brother was gay and didn’t seem to have any issue with it...but you were too scared to tell her that you were into girls.

It seemed too soon.

So you pretended to be excited about the private school boys.

Laena finished getting ready before you. She asked if you wanted her to wait but you had no idea what you were going to wear and didn’t want her to wait long. So you told her you would meet her there.

To her credit, Laena asked if you were sure.

You said you were. So she waved and said she would see you there.

-

You spent way too long thinking about an outfit to wear. Everything you put on seemed to look wrong. Nothing you had felt cute enough for a party.

In truth, you had never been to party so you didn’t even know what you were supposed to look like.

So you settled on something you felt comfortable in that wasn’t shabby.

You regretted not asking Laena to wait for you when you realized you had gotten lost trying to find the right suite.

Frustrated, you walked into one of the communal bathrooms on the second floor of the dormitories.

You froze in the doorway.

Cries emanated from one of the stalls.

You weren’t sure if you should say something or if it was maybe kinder to leave and let whoever it was cry in peace.

Unfortunately for you the girl emerged from the stall, tears still staining her cheeks, and immediately noticed you.

Her face scrunched up in disgust. “Who are you?”

“I’m....new,” you replied, you felt your face warm under her gaze.

“Well don’t linger in the doorway like an idiot. Come inside,” she demanded.

You stepped inside but didn’t go any closer. She furrowed her brow.

“What?”

“Nothing, it’s just…are you alright,” you asked even though you knew exactly what type of girl you had just met was and you would surely regret asking.

“I’m fine.” She crossed the distance between you and backed you up against the door. “I don’t know what you think you heard but it was nothing worth sharing. Do you understand?”

You nodded.

The girl exhaled. “Good,” she said then returned to the sinks. She touched up her appearance in the mirror.

You didn’t linger. Having had enough of the mean girl who had obviously been crying in the bathroom stall, you turned around and left the bathroom.

Laena walked down the hall towards you. She lit up when she saw you.

“(y/n)! There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” she said as she got closer.

You blushed. “I’m sorry. I got a bit lost.”

Laena waved her hand. “Forget about it. Let’s get to the party. The boys from the Citdel are even cuter than we thought they’d be.”

She wrapped her arm around yours and started to lead you down the hall when the door of the bathroom swung open.

Both you and Laena turned around.

Laena let go of your arm when the mean girl walked out.

“Alicent, we’ve been looking for you all day.”

She ran to the girl and gave her a hug.

To your suprise, the girl hugged Laena back.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for anyone to worry.”

When they pulled away from one another Laena kept her arms on the girl’s shoulders.

“How could we not worry? Are you feeling up to the party tonight? If not we can all go back to my room, watch a couple movies and pig out on my special snack stash?”

The girl shook her head. “No, I know everyone was looking forward to meeting boys from the Citadel tonight. I don’t want to ruin anyones fun.”

Laena gave the girl’s shoulders a squeeze. “You could never ruin anything.”

The girl brought down Laena’s hands from her shoulders.

“It’s okay Laena, really. I’m up for the party.”

Laena sighed. “If you’re sure?”

The girl nodded. “Of course.”

With that Laena laced her fingers with the girl’s and turned towards (y/n). Laena locked eyes with (y/n) and stopped. She playfully hit herself in the head with the palm of her hand. 

“Where are my manners?”

She turned to the girl next to her.

“Alicent this is (y/n). She’s my new roommate.”

Then Laena turned to you.

“(y/n) this is Alicent, my best friend.”

You and Alicent locked eyes.

Alicent blushed and looked away. At least she had the good sense to feel embarrassed by what she had said to you.

You smiled at her. “It’s nice to meet you Alicent.”

She nodded. “Sure.”

Then she let go of Laena’s hand and marched down the hall towards the party.

Laena turned to you.

“Did something happen?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know.”

Laena frowned, the first time you had seen her make such an expression.

“Don’t worry. Alicent is actually very sweet.”

“I’m sure she is,” you replied.

Laena walked you to the suite where the party was already in full swing. You swallowed hard. Laena noticed.

“Is this your first party?”

You nodded.

Laena perked up and looped her arm around yours.

“Do not worry (y/n). I will make sure your first party is a wonderful memory.”

“That’s sweet of you Laena.” You smiled and felt your anxiety lessen. Laena would take care of you.

“First step, shots!” She shouted and dragged you to the drinks table.

Years of peer pressure school assemblies did not prepare you for the shots of cheap liquor and the cups of mysterious “punch” you drank that night.

But it didn’t matter because, true to her word, Laena had not left your side and made sure you laughed all night.

Though her company did little to distract you from the way Alicent’s gaze lingered on you throughout the night. Her eyes on you made you nervous but also kind of...excited.

-

The morning after your first party was a lot less fun. Your brain pounded inside your skull, making every moment your eyes were open a painful experience.

Laena, ever the steadfast friend, brought painkillers and water over to your bedside.

“You had quite the night,” she teased.

You did your best to smile. “Is every night like that?”

Laena let out a small laugh. “I wish. Sadly, we are a good group of girls most of the time.”

She promised to stay with you until you felt better but she had forgotten her tennis team met early in the morning for practice.

“Don’t worry (y/n). I won’t leave you alone. Your first hangover can be really rough and I don’t want you to go through it by yourself.”

You sat up in bed. “It’s alright Laena. I’ll be okay. Thankfully, classes don’t start for me until tomorrow.”

Laena shook her head. “I won’t hear of it. Let me see who I can wrangle.”

Then she raced out of the room and down the hall.

Minutes later she returned with the last person you wanted to share a morning with.

Alicent.

She and Laena walked into the room. Laena turned to you with a smile.

“Alicent has kindly agreed to nurse you to health.”

She didn’t even look at you. Instead, she looked at Laena with a tight smile. You got the feeling she was doing this more for Laena’s sake than yours.

“That’s not necessary Laena it’s okay really,” you implored.

“I told you I’ll have none of that. This will be a great time to get to know one another,” Laena proclaimed as she grabbed her sports bag.

She turned to Alicent.

“Be sure she stays hydrated. I think we have gatorade in the mini but if not make sure to pop out and grab some, yeah?”

Alicent nodded.

“Of course Laena.”

Then Laena turned back to you. She kissed your cheek before dashing out the door.

“Feel better roomie!”

“Bye Laena,” you called out.

The door closed behind her with a thud and an uncomfortable silence descended on the once bright room.

You cleared your throat and looked towards Alicent.

“You don’t have to stay. I can tell her you did but you can go.”

Alicent finally met your gaze. Her rich brown eyes bore into your own.

“Don’t be stupid. Laena would know if you were lying.”

The anxiety from being around Alicent almost made you forget the pounding in your skull. You brought your hand up to your forehead and closed your eyes.

“Are you alright?” She asked, her voice surprisingly soft.

You nodded. “Yeah I just have this massive headache.”

The ache subsided and you were able to open your eyes.

Alicent stood by your side, looking down at you with concern. “Did you already take some painkillers?”

“Laena gave me some,” you said, uneasy at her drastic change towards you.

She nodded. “Good. Have you eaten?”

You shook your head. “I woke up a few minutes ago.”

“Do you have any food allergies?”

You shook your head again. “Not that I know of.”

Alicent walked out of your dorm room without another word.

You were unsure what prompted the change of heart but you wouldn’t question it. The ache returned and you covered your head with your duvet, seeking relief from the bright light of the sun streaming through your blinds.

-

“Did you really fall asleep again,” came an annoyed voice from above your sheets.

You popped your head out to see Alicent frowning by the doorway.

“You came back?”

Alicent closed the door behind her. She rolled her eyes.

“You’re so dramatic. I said I was going to get you some food.”

You furrowed your brows. “No you didn’t. You just asked if I had eaten and if I had food allergies.”

“And what do those questions imply?” She asked as she set down the bag she was carrying on the desk beside your bed.

“Well...I didn’t- I mean you’re,” you stuttered.

Alicent unpacked the bag. She had brought various cut up fruit in a bowl, oatmeal, and a breakfast sandwich along with a cup of something hot as the steam rose from the small opening on the lid.

“Is all that for me?”

She nodded. “Obviously.” Then she grabbed the cup and handed it to you. “This is ginger tea. It helps a lot with a hangover.”

You sat up in bed and took the cup from her. “Thank you.”

“Whatever. I promised Laena so,” she said and trailed off, not meeting your gaze.

Your stomach grumbled. You let out a small laugh. “Guess you were right to bring some food.”

To your surprise, Alicent smiled.

It was gone as soon as it came but Alicent’s smile was so lovely you decided to get her to smile again just to see it.

“Make sure to eat up, it’ll make you feel better,” she said and moved all the food closer to your reach.

“Thank you Alicent. You didn’t have to do this but you did.”

Alicent shrugged. “It’s nothing,” she insisted.

You grabbed the breakfast sandwich and took a bite. Instantly you felt better. You took another bite and let out a small moan.

When you realized what sound you had made your eyes shot open and you turned to Alicent, hoping she hadn’t noticed.

She had.

Alicent laughed, actually laughed, and you decided her laugh was even more lovely than her smile.

It wasn’t a cruel laugh but more so an empathetic one.

You blushed. “Sorry about that,” you said after you swallowed your food.

“It’s okay. Laena has worse hangover stories about me.” She handed you a napkin.

“Thank you,” you said and took it.

“Like I said, it’s nothing. I’ll be here all morning if you need anything.”

Alicent climbed onto Laena’s bed that was opposite yours and scooted all the way back until she rest against the wall. She took out her phone from her cardigan pocket and started to scroll.

It was silent but no longer uncomfortably so. You ate your food and drank your tea in peace while Alicent tapped away on her phone. Occasionally she would look up and check in on you. Sometimes she even got up and checked that you didn’t feel too hot or too cold.

Every time the back of her hand touched your forehead your whole body flooded with an overwhelming heat. You feared she would notice but she never did.

Instead she’d go back to Laena’s bed and continue to scroll on her phone. 

When you finished all the food she had brought up, at her insistence that you eat a little bit of everything, you let your head rest against your headboard and closed your eyes. The throbbing in your head had stopped some time ago and no nausea had overtaken you. You felt like you were in the clear....

Until suddenly you ran to your bathroom and knelt down on the floor in front of the toilet.

Alicent raced to your side and made sure your hair was out of your face. “Yikes,” she whispered.

Once you were done puking you rinsed your mouth and cleaned up your face. Alicent stood by the door of the bathroom and watched you.

“Maybe I brought too much food.”

You smiled. “Maybe.”

Alicent laughed and this time you joined her. You met her gaze and felt butterflies fill your chest.

Oh no, you thought.

-

Weeks past and your friendship with Alicent grew.

You got to see the side of Alicent that Laena had spoken about, and the more time you spent by Alicent’s side the more time with her you craved.

She had consumed you.

But you would not jeopardize the friendships you had made. Finally, you had a group of girls you could call friends. Well, Laena and Alicent were your friends. Aliandra and the rest of them were more acquaintances as you rarely ever saw them unless you were with Alicent or Laena but still, you had people who knew your name.

Your parents were glad to hear that you had adjusted to life there and that you had found friends. Your mom even pointed out the way you glowed whenever you spoke to them about Alicent. You made sure to tell them Alicent was simply your friend.

And you didn’t mind it. If her friend was all you could be that was good enough for you.

Having Alicent as a friend was better than not having Alicent at all.

She had a way of making you feel like the only person in the room, even when you were surrounded by the other girls. She would make sure to always pay attention whenever you spoke and would hush the rest of the group if they weren’t listening.

Alicent made you feel more than welcomed, she made you feel special.

You quickly learned that Alicent did so as a way to make up for the way she was treated at home.

It didn’t take long before her father contacted her again and Alicent’s mood shifted back to that mean girl you had first met.

But you learned that patience and silent support was what Alicent needed after speaking with her father. Alicent was thankful that she had you, and that you understood exactly what she needed.

Soon a routine had formed for you and Alicent. Every day after dinner the two of you would sneak onto the roof of the dormitories and look at the stars.

Alicent had a secret fascination with astronomy. She even had her own telescope. She loved pointing out the various constellations to you, and you loved the way she lit up whenever she spoke about something she was passionate about.

One time, Alicent caught you staring.

“Why are you looking at me like that,” she asked you with small smirk on her face.

“I uhm- I just...well I-,” you sputtered, unable to think of a lie quick enough.

Alicent laughed and shook her head. “You’re so weird (y/n).”

You smiled. “I know.”

She returned your smile and reached out for your hand. You let her, and she laced her fingers with yours.

“I like that,” she confessed.

You squeezed her hand. “Good.”

Alicent let out another laugh before she returned her attention to the stars.

-

Months into the fall semester, you received devastating news.

Laena’s parents planned to move her to another school. They were moving to another country for business and didn’t like the idea of Laena being alone.

So the girls all spent Laena’s final night together.

Alicent was a mess of tears. You held her the entire time, your arm wrapped around her waist. Alicent rest her head on your shoulder.

“You can’t leave Laena. You’re my oldest friend,” Alicent pleaded.

Laena had shed her fair share of tears since she had received word from her parents. She needed to finish packing.

“I know Ali. I’m sorry. If I could stay you know I would.”

Alicent nodded. “I know. I’ll just miss you so much.”

Laena walked to where the two of your sat, on the edge of your bed, and held both your hands.

“I’ll still keep in contact. Besides, you have each other now.”

Alicent lifted her head from your shoulder and met your gaze. She smiled softly.

“That’s true,” she whispered.

You returned Alicent’s smile and nodded. Sometimes you didn’t trust yourself to speak when she was so close.

Laena looked between the two of you then smiled knowingly. She returned to her things and hours later she finished packing.

Then it was time for fun.

The three of you ate all the sweets and snacks Laena had hid from the prefects on your floor. Then you had a quick bit of karaoke as it was Laena’s favorite group activity.

Finally you all curled up on Laena’s bed, it was slightly wider than yours, and promised to never stop being friends.

Before Alicent left back to her room Laena made you both promise to welcome her cousin Rhaenyra who was scheduled to start in the spring semester.

You promised.

Any family member of Laena’s had to be as sweet. She had welcomed you with open arms and you would surely do the same. Alicent was more relucant to promise but she did.

The next morning you helped Laena bring her things down to where her parents were waiting for her.

Her father loaded all of Laena’s things into the car.

Laena gave you a big hug before she held you by the shoulders and stared into your eyes.

“Before I leave I need to tell you something.”

“Is everything okay? Did you forget something?” You asked and turned your head back towards the dorms.

Laena nodded and brought your attention back to her. “I have everything. I just think you should know that Alicent likes girls.”

You furrowed your brows. “What?”

“Alicent is a lesbian.” Laena gave your shoulders a quick squeeze. “So don’t be afraid to go after her okay?”

“What? Why would you- I mean I don’t even,” you rambled.

Laena laughed. “(y/n), I knew from the second I saw you that you weren’t straight. I’m like a gay people magnet it’s crazy.”

You exhaled. “Sorry I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want things to be weird between us.”

“It’s okay. I know things like this aren’t easy. For the record, nothing will ever change between us because you like girls (y/n).” Laena gave you a quick kiss on the cheek. “Now go get your girl.”

Laena let go of your shoulders and got into her parent’s car. She rolled the window down and waved to you as they pulled away.

You waved back with a bittersweet smile on your face. You would miss Laena...but the bombshell she dropped on you before leaving had your mind reeling.

-

Things hadn’t changed much since Laena’s departure. You didn’t talk to the other girls as often anymore but you and Alicent were closer than ever.

The two of you were practically glued to each other’s side.

That night you prepared everything for the movie night you and Alicent had planned. She really wanted to see the new horror movie on her favorite streaming site so you offered to watch it with her.

Alicent arrived right on time, with a bowl of freshly popped popcorn in her arms.

“Are you ready to watch the scariest movie you’ve ever seen?” She asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

You laughed. “I doubt it will be that scary.”

Alicent walked into the room and set the bowl of popcorn on your bedside table. Then she turned back to you.

“You said that about the last movie we watched and then you made me sleep in Laena’s old bed for two weeks because you were convinced an evil demon was under your bed.”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever. I still Aliandra totally cursed the room after that fight we had.”

Alicent shook her head. “You’re so weird.”

You walked up to her and playfully shoved her with your shoulder. “You know you love it.”

Alicent laughed. “Ugh, for some ungodly reason I do.”

Then the two of you settled side by side in your bed. Alicent grabbed your arm and wrapped it around her waist. She always claimed it was more comfortable that way and you never argued.

You hit play and within two minutes regretted saying yes to watching it. Alicent would be sleeping in Laena’s bed again for the next several days.

-

As a thank you for spending the night in your room for weeks after you got scared, just as she had predicated, you planned a special picnic for Alicent.

It was on the date of the pink super moon. It had been the only thing Alicent talked about for the past week.

So when night fell, you led Alicent up to the roof and revealed the extensive spread of charcuterie and foreign snacks Alicent loved.

Alicent beamed. “You did this? For me?”

“Of course. I wanted to thank you for staying with me every night after we watched that movie,” you confessed sheepishly.

“You didn’t have to do this (y/n).”

You led Alicent to the picnic blanket and sat opposite her. Alicent sat and immediately grabbed her favorite snack. You smiled as she dipped the vanilla wafers into the chocolate frosting.

She let out a small moan as she ate. You laughed, happy that your plan had worked.

After the two of you had filled your bellies with food and sparkling cider, you sat shoulder to shoulder.

Alicent stared up at the pink super moon while you gazed at her. Neither of you spoke, and you didn’t have to.

“You’re staring at me,” Alicent said before tearing her eyes away from the moon.

You looked away and blushed. “I am not.”

“You totally were, you weirdo,” Alicent teased.

You met her gaze. “And if I was staring?”

“I would ask why,” she replied while looking down at your lips.

“I think you’re beautiful.”

Laena’s words rang in your ears. It was now or never, you thought.

Alicent looked back up at you. “You do?”

You nodded. “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

Alicent smiled then leaned in close. You closed the gap between the two of you and pressed your lips to hers. 

Her lips felt soft, and tasted of cider.

Alicent climbed into your lap without breaking the kiss. She cupped your face and kept you close. Your hands settled on her lower back.

You kissed until your lungs begged you for air. Even then you only pulled away long enough to catch your breath before kissing Alicent once more.

-

Winter break felt like ages. You had been apart from your girlfriend for too long and you needed the feel of her lips against yours.

So the second your car pulled up to the dorms you raced out and headed directly to Alicent’s room.

She had sent you a text that she had arrived a few hours early.

You barged into her room and immediately wrapped your arms around her.

Alicent laughed as you peppered kissed to the back and sides of her neck.

“I missed you too (y/n),” she said.

You stopped kissing her and let go. Alicent turned to face you and she gave you a proper kiss.

“Welcome back,” she whispered when she pulled away.

“It’s good to be home,” you replied.

Alicent immediately enlisted your help with unpacking her things and setting up her room for the spring semester. Alicent liked to have a new theme to her room every semester.

After you had helped Alicent set up her room you went to yours. Your driver had texted you that he had brought everything up so all you had to do was unpack.

You opened the door and felt a sense of deja vu as silver hair popped out from the bathroom.

“You must be (y/n),” the silver haired girl said.

She came up to you and wrapped you in a hug.

“And you must be Rhaenyra,” you replied.

Rhaenyra let go of you and nodded.

“Laena has said nothing but great things about you.”

You smiled sheepishly. “I would hope so.”

Rhaenyra laughed and began to ask you all about the school, the girls, and the classes.

You gave Rhaenyra a tour much like the one Laena had given you the previous semester. Then you introduced her to all of the girls. Rhaenyra and the girls clicked instantly.

A part of you was a bit jealous they had gotten along so easily when it had taken you a few weeks before they really warmed up to you.

But she was Laena’s cousin. You knew she had to be as sweet as Laena, and so far she had been. So nothing could bring you down.

After introductions you and Rhaenyra walked back to your dorm. You hoped to introduce her to Alicent but you could not find her. So that would just have to wait until lunch.

-

At lunch, you and Rhaenyra sat with the whole gaggle of girls. They asked Rhaenyra all about how Laena was doing, and they wanted to know more about her. From the answers Rhaenyra gave them you deduced she was not really all that much like Laena.

Rhaenyra rode a motorcycle (she was two years your senior but had been held back a year due to a learning disability she had that wasn’t diagnosed until later in her life), and she liked to play rugby.

Everyone thought Rhaenyra was the coolest and they declared her the coolest girl in school right then and there.

You laughed along but a part of you felt like something was about to shift.

Alicent walked up to the table where you all sat.

You smiled. “Hey, I was looking for you all morning.”

Alicent didn’t reply. Her gaze was completely on Rhaenyra.

Rhaenyra stretched her hand out to Alicent and introduced herself.

“Laena mentioned you would be joining us,” Alicent replied and shook Rhaenyra’s hand.

“Sadly, she didn’t mention just how beautiful you are so I’m left completely speechless,” Rhaenyra replied. She turned Alicent’s hand over and kissed the top of it. “A pleasure to meet you Alicent.”

Alicent raised her brows. “Oh,” was all she said.

Thankfully, Rhaenyra’s attention shifted to Aliandra and a bet that she had made with one of the other girls about how much Rhaenyra could bench press.

You stared at Alicent, growing upset at her response to Rhaenyra’s obvious flirting.

Alicent would not meet your gaze, which only made you more upset.

-

Back in your dorm room you clarified to Rhaenyra that Alicent was your girlfriend.

Rhaenyra apologized for flirting with Alicent and promised she would respect your relationship.

You had no reason to doubt her so you didn’t. You took Rhaenyra to the welcome back party in one of the senior’s suites.

It was not Rhaenrya’s first party.

The social butterfly she was, Rhaenyra flitted from person to person. She was the center of attention when she challenged one of the Citadel boys to a drinking contest.

Everyone cheered when she won.

You felt rather inferior to Rhaenyra. Especially since all of the girls who had been your friends now clung to Rhaenyra’s side.

So you left the party and went to Alicent’s room.

Alicent didn’t want to go to the party as she was supposed to have a call from her father after dinner and knew she would be in no mood.

You knocked on the door and heard Alicent tell you to enter. So you opened the door and walked inside.

Alicent sat by the window, frowning.

“Are you alright?”

“No,” Alicent confessed. “I just got off the phone with my dad.”

You nodded slowly. “Okay, what can I do?”

“Hold me,” Alicent asked, her voice breaking.

Immediately you went to her side and wrapped her up in your arms.

-

Things had taken a turn in your relationship with Alicent.

It turned out she had a class with Rhaenyra, and they started to spend a lot of time studying by themselves.

You often asked to join as you had chemistry this semester and science was your worst subject but they insisted it was best to study on their own.

You had no reason to doubt Alicent or Rhaenyra so you believed them.

But suspicion soon crept up your spine.

Rhaenyra rarely spent time in your dorm room. She really only used it to sleep and bathe.

You didn’t know where she went the rest of the time and you were scared it was Alicent’s room.

So one day when Alicent had told you she was busy studying in the library you went to her room.

You noticed photo booth pictures of Alicent and Rhaenyra sitting on Alicent’s desk.

You picked them up.

One of them had Alicent and Rhaenyra a little too close for comfort. Your stomach twisted.

They had lied to you. Clearly they did not spend all their time studying. They just didn’t want to include you, and you had a sneaking suspicion why.

-

Every date you planned with Alicent ended with her canceling it. Something always came up or she simply was too tired from studying to do anything.

You tried to visit Alicent in her dorm room but she was hardly ever there either. You searched the rooftop and only found her telescope covered in cobwebs, yet another sign of how much time had passed since the two of you had gone up there.

She also had developed a habit of leaving you on read, or sending your calls straight to voicemail.

“She’s totally hooking up with Rhaenyra. How do you not see that,” Aliandra asked you.

You sighed. “I don’t want to assume the worst of Ali.”

Aliandra shook her head. “You’re a sweet girl (y/n). You need to end things for your own sake.”

Then she grabbed her books and left. You sat alone in the library, hoping to see a glimpse of your girlfriend.

Was she still your girlfriend? You didn’t even know.

-

In a last ditch effort to save your relationship, you set up a movie night with Alicent.

You knew the sequel to her favorite horror movie was going to drop on streaming sites that night at midnight and that was not something Alicent would miss.

She promised to not cancel this time, and that filled you with hope. Maybe this was just a rough patch.

The night of the premiere arrived and you finished setting up everything in your room. You popped a fresh bag of popcorn and readied Alicent’s favorite snacks.

Then you sat on your bed and waited.

You ended up waiting hours.

You sent texts and calls to no avail. Alicent was not answering and it was past midnight.

Frustrated and angry you marched to Alicent’s room. How could she leave you hanging like that?

You knocked on her door.

“Alicent? Alicent open the door,” you called out.

No answer came. So you knocked again, louder this time.

Still nothing.

So you walked back to your room in defeat.

As you made your way to your room you passed by the large window that overlooked the lot where everyone pulled up to drop people off.

There Rhaenyra pulled in on her motorcycle, Syrax, and came to a stop. You stepped closer to the window and realized Rhaenyra was not alone.

Your heart sank.

It was Alicent. She had her arms wrapped around Rhaenyra’s waist.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. You turned away from the window and raced to your room.

You buried your face in your pillows and let the tears flow. You had lost her.

-

Alicent had ghosted you.

How she had successfully managed that at a small, private, boarding school was beyond you but it was probably due to the fact that you did not like confrontation.

You had accepted the truth.

Rhaenyra had stolen your girlfriend.

She was nothing like Laena.

Thankfully Rhaenyra had not charmed everyone. Aliandra didn’t hate Rhaenyra but she was certainly more skeptical of the silver haired girl.

So you were able to switch rooms and be roommates with Aliandra pretty quickly after you realized the truth.

Aliandra welcomed you to her room but warned she was quite messy. She was very messy indeed but you would deal with it because you never wanted to see Rhaenyra or Alicent ever again.

But you did.

The campus was not very large and you often saw them arm in arm walking about the courtyard.

It hurt every time, and you would always end up crying into your pillow.

-

Weeks later, after countless tears and ruined silk pillowcases, you had finally moved on from Alicent (or so you had deluded yourself).

You had even managed to make new friends.

Things were starting to look up.

Then you saw Alicent’s father walk across the quad. You had only seen him in photos but he was a very distinct man so you knew that was him immediately.

You intended to think nothing of it and walk straight to chemistry class but your feet led you to Alicent’s door.

You sighed. You had moved on. What on Earth were you doing outside Alicent’s door?

“What are you doing here,” came a familiar voice behind you.

You whirled around to see Alicent standing behind you, her eyes red and swollen from crying.

Your heart softened.

“I...I saw your Dad in the quad.”

At the mention of her father fresh tears filled Alicent’s eyes. She pushed past you and into her room.

You followed her and shut the door behind you.

“I wanted to check in on you. To see if you were alright. I know how your dad can be.”

Alicent let out a hollow laugh. “Why do you even care?”

“Unlike you, I have compassion and empathy.”

Alicent turned to face you. “That’s fair.”

She wrapped her arms around herself.

You sighed. “I’m sorry that wasn’t cool. I just...” You shook your head. “Just forget I even came here. I’m sorry.”

You turned to leave but Alicent raced forward and grabbed your wrist.

“Don’t go.”

You closed your eyes. “I can’t stay Alicent.”

You felt her arms wrap around you from behind. She let her forehead rest against the back of your shoulder.

“I’m sorry (y/n). I’m so sorry for how I treated you. It was childish and heartless. Just please...don’t leave.” Alicent sighed. “He was especially cruel today.”

Hearing the pain in her voice weakened your resolve. You opened your eyes and sighed.

“Okay. I’ll stay.”

Alicent let go of you and you turned to face her. She cupped your face with her hand and ran her thumb across your cheek.

“Thank you.”

The two of you climbed into Alicent’s bed, as you had many times before, and she wrapped your arm around her waist. She let her head rest on your shoulder.

Silence enveloped the room.

Like before, it was not uncomfortable silence even though so much had changed between you.

“I want us to be friends (y/n). I miss you,” Alicent whispered.

You winced. It hurt to hear she missed you but only wanted to be friends.

“I can’t,” you admitted. “I’m still in love with you.”

Alicent lifted her head and met your gaze. “I’m sorry I can’t love you the way you deserve (y/n).”

Tears filled your eyes. “It’s okay.”

A tear fell down the side of your cheek and Alicent gently wiped it away. You swallowed the rest of your tears.

Alicent let her head rest of your shoulder once more. She laced her fingers with your free hand.

You couldn’t change the way things were but you could stay there, with Alicent, comforting her after her father had upset her in the way he always did.

She was no longer yours but you would always be the one she sought whenever she needed comfort. You were the only one who truly knew her, and she knew you would comfort her each and every time.

So during summer break you asked your parents to send you back to public school. You couldn’t be Alicent’s comfort anymore, not when she was the source of your heartache.

[ladyvader23]

Darth Vader, Master Hairstylist

This was inspired by @scuddington ‘s post HERE. I absolutely love Scud’s art, and this one just instantly inspired me! 

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The first time Vader learned how important hair was to little children was the day Miss Laena took PTO in the morning for an important doctors appointment. 

He figured he had this. It was just one morning. No big deal. The only difference was that this morning, he’d be the one getting the kids ready for school. That wasn’t hard. He was Darth Vader, Sith, destroyer of Jedi and Rebels alike, Commander of the Imperial Navy! He could handle school. 

He scheduled his own meetings around the conflict, he’d warned the twins repeatedly that he needed them to cooperate, he’d made sure the night before that all was prepared. Bags, lunches, homework. 

Too easy. Maybe he’d reconsider Miss Laena’s salary. 

And the morning did begin smoothly. Until Leia came running to him with a brush in her hand. 

“I gotta be pretty daddy!” She shoved the brush towards him. “Do my hair!” 

Vader froze. He...knew nothing about hair. He knew his wife had been excellent at it. When had she begun to be interested in how she did her hair? He tried to think back, but he couldn’t remember a single time he’d seen her in public without perfectly styled tresses. 

“You are a child. You do not need me to do your hair. Just brush it.” 

That of course, offended Leia. She pouted and glared. “I’m a big girl daddy, and big girls have pretty hair!” 

She literally forced the brush into his hand. 

Well. He’d mastered the Force. How hard could hair be? 

Famous last words. 

First, he was apparently not gentle enough. He tried to comb the tangles that she’d acquired overnight, and each time he did she began screaming “OW!” and crying. Horrified, he decided to instead hide the tangles and figure them out later. He pulled her hair into what resembled a ponytail and stepped back. “There. Now you will be late for school. Let us leave.” 

The hair wasn’t...exactly like it should be. It was crooked, and he wasn’t sure it was tight enough to stay in, but he didn’t want to hurt her further. And he was pretty sure she didn’t want him to try again, because she didn’t argue. 

He forgot about the incident shortly after the kids were dropped off. Miss Laena came back shortly before the end of school. He was in their home’s personal conference room, doing assignments from home, when he heard the front door open and the telltale sound of children running through the home. 

Miss Laena will take care of it. He thought, focusing back on his work…

Until he realized Leia was crying. 

He hated it when she cried. Luke, he could deal with. But Leia? Absolutely not. 

Shoving the datapad aside, he went to investigate. 

“I’m ugly!” She was wailing when he entered the kitchen. Mis Laena was trying to comb Leia’s hair and having a hard time with it. “I’m ugly!!!” 

“Who told you a ridiculous lie like that?!” Vader thundered. Leia was the image of his beloved wife. Both of them were more beautiful than all the stars of the galaxy. 

But to his surprise, Leia wailed harder. “Everyone! My hair was ugly!!!” 

“Your hair does not reflect how beautiful you are. Hair changes daily.” 

Miss Laena winced. “Lord Vader...many children want to feel pretty when they go see their friends at school.” 

“Leia is beautiful already. I do not see what the problem is.” 

“...She is beautiful, but she may not feel that way when she doesn’t like her hair...and other kids might say something if it looks...different.” 

“She is five.” 

“Even five year olds want to feel pretty.” 

Vader thought it was silly. Leia could have no hair and he’d find her just as perfect as she was with it. But judging on Leia’s reaction, she very much cared about how her hair looked. 

It was something her mother should have done. Had she lived, he had no doubt Leia would never have a bad day...or even Luke for that matter (sometimes that boy needed to run a comb through his hair, if Vader was being honest with himself). 

But Padme...was not there. And it was his fault for that. 

So it was up to him to fix it. 

First, he ordered practice manikin heads, the kind hairdressers used to practice. Then, he found online tutorials on the holonet. He watched them carefully, paying close attention to the stylists finger and brush movements. It was not unlike studying lightsaber technique. Both had a certain art to it. 

He just needed to master it. 

The first many attempts didn’t work as planned. Part of it was due to his cybernetics. They were...not made for the delicacy it took to style hair. The first few manikin heads ended up either with hair ripped out, or he’d grow so frustrated when he couldn’t get a braid right, that he’d throw the manakin off the balcony, where it fell into the lower levels of Coruscant below. 

But he was determined. He would not fail in this task. He would not be so reliant on Miss Laena that he would ruin his daughter's day again like that. 

He would be the master hairstylist. 

It took months (and countless manikin heads) to get things to where he felt he could confidently and safely try working on Leia’s hair. 

One morning, before school, he interrupted Miss Laena as she was about to help Leia get ready for school. “I have no need of your services when it comes to Leia.” He informed her confidently. “I will handle it from here.” 

He did not miss the concern that flashed through the other woman, but she wisely did not say anything. “As you wish, My Lord.” 

He entered Leia’s room. She was already dressed, though her hair, thankfully, was still a mess. “Where’s Miss Laena?” She asked, frowning when he was the only one there. 

“I am here to fix your hair problem.” He announced confidently, spotting the brush and summoning it to his hand. 

Leia did not hide her nervousness. “No, that’s okay daddy, I...I can have ugly hair today.” 

“No. You will sit down and allow me to help you.”

“No--”

“If you do not let me help you, I will ground you from your dolls.” It was an unfair threat and he knew it...but he was a Sith. He’d spent an unsithly amount of time mastering the ways of the hairdresser. He was not about to let Leia stop him now. 

Leia pouted, but sat down. “Be nice to my hair, daddy.” She warned as he approached, and he felt her genuine fear. 

Carefully, he placed a hand on top of her head and smoothed her hair down in what he hoped was a soothing gesture...and began. 

He first worked out the tangles. Carefully, in a way he knew wouldn’t hurt her. Once all the tangles were gone, he began to braid. 

The trick, he found, was not to completely rely on his metal fingers. Doing so would result in failure. The trick was to use the Force for anything that was too delicate and precarious for his clumsy hands. With a mixture of the Force and his own now well-practiced hands, he managed to braid her hair into a crown. 

He stepped back, satisfied. “You look like a princess.” He told her, and he meant it. It was hair that would make any royal princess jealous. He was fairly certain that Padme would have been quite proud of him had she seen it. 

Leia looked in the mirror...and smiled. “Wow, daddy! You got good!”

“For you, my princess...though don’t tell anyone I did it.” 

Having redeemed himself, he could have stopped there. He’d mastered enough to impress any five year old. 

But he didn’t stop there. 

Leia soon decided that she’d rather have him do her hair than Miss Laena (something he was secretly pleased about, though he’d never admit it). As she grew, so too did her tastes in hair. Occasionally, she’d be interested in a style he didn’t know how to do. But if she showed him what she wanted, he’d spend what little off time he had trying to figure it out. Once he’d mastered it, he’d try it out on her. Usually he was successful. 

Soon, he began to savor the moments when it was just him and her. She’d sit on the chair, swinging her legs happily while he worked on her hair. Sometimes it felt like they didn’t share as many interests, but when he did her hair, it seemed like it was their own “thing.” It was unsithly, and his Master would absolutely have a heart attack if he ever found out, but he didn’t care. 

Soon though, as Leia grew into a teenager, she began to need him less and less. But instead, their time together was replaced by him teaching her how to do her own hair. He’d always dreamed of teaching his children the ways of the Force, but with Sidious suspicious of that ever happening, he knew this would probably be the closest thing he could get for Leia. 

For now. 

One day, as Leia finished braiding her hair so that it looked like a blooming flower for a Imperial youth party, she paused. “You know. I’ve never told anyone you learned how to do hair.” She said. 

“That is wise.” He tried not to think of what the media would say if they ever found out Darth Vader knew almost as much about hair as any professional hairstylist. 

“Why? I mean. You’re...you.” 

He looked at her for a long moment. She’d grown to be so beautiful, exactly like her mother. And he decided to be honest. 

“Because your mother was not here to do it for you.” He replied. “I did not want you to miss out on that experience.” 

Leia turned, taking him in for a moment. Then, with a smile, she reached out and gave him a rare hug. 

He...allowed it. This time. 

“Thanks dad.” She said. “You’re the best. I don’t care what anyone else says.” 

He didn’t understand how him being good at hair made him the best…

But he’d accept it.

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I accept PROMPTS for this or any SW AU! 

[chinuppoppins]

“They’re good,” Daenerys smiles as Jon wraps an arm around her waist. She watches her twins welcome people through the gates of New Valyria. “They are the best thing I’ve ever done.”

“You mean the best thing we’ve ever done.” Jon points out. “I mean I did have a hand in making them, and raising them.”

“Mm, alright, but I did birth them after being mortally wounded and raised them by myself for the first three years as you wallowed around Winterfell.” Daenerys corrects and Jon scoffs. “Yeah, never going to let you live that one down.”

“It’s your fault for not telling me until they were three.” Jon snips and Daenerys rolls her eyes.

“And how could I be sure that you weren’t going to announce it to Sansa who would then announce it to Tyrion who would then announce it to the world. Didn’t much feel like having lions at my doorstep, I despise cats.”

Jon opens his mouth to defend himself but then snaps his shut when he gets a look from his wife. “Well, at least you like dogs.”

“Only one dog, maybe two if we are fair.” Daenerys teases, her eyes up on the sky where four dragons circle above.

Jon smiles adoringly at his wife, the scar of where she had been stabbed very visible in the dress she was wearing today. He remembered the fight of King’s Landing, how Drogon tour down the walls for everyone to get in, how she destroyed every single single scorpion that had been invited to kill her dragon. But most of all, he remembers the final trap Cersei had set for them, something so unexpected that it shocked Daenerys to the core. He remembered a bell tolling, a surrender being called and then an unholy sound filling the sky. Jon watched as Drogon let out a roar in defiance, went to burn the bell and when he did, Wildfire ignited and turned the entire city and its people to ash. The survivors were lucky to get out and the whole incident broke Daenerys. The people blamed her, said that she ordered her dragon to destroy the city. He would never forget the look on her face when the dagger was plunged into her chest, or how Drogon screeched something terribly and flew off with his mother’s body. It was only years later that people found out that Cersei had the wildfire that Aerys buried under in city’s sewage system connected to barrels and barrels that were stored in the bell tower, not to mention that Euron Greyjoy had been in the belltower, with the last dragon horn. A last attempt of a  fuck you from Cersei Lannister.

Though here they were now, seventeen years after The Last War. Both a little older, both a little wiser and still so much in love. Daenerys had taken a backseat to ruleling, but helped in the building of a New Valyria. She welcomed the lost and the weary, the refugees from Essos and Westeros, the old and the young and the once Lords and Ladies. However, they didn’t expect a certain Lady and Lord to show up until she heard a voice from behind her.

“This is a nice village you have here,” Jon and Daenerys both turn their heads to see Tyrion Lannister standing behind them and at his side was Sansa. Jon glanced over at his wife as she squeezed his hand a little tighter. “It’s very kind of you, building a place like this for those who have nothing.” Tyrion went on, looking at a woman he once called queen. “And you,” His gaze turned to Jon. “We all thought you were missing, leaving winterfell and not telling a soul where you were. It was Bran who informed us years later. Though I can see why you left, we all thought you were dead, Daenerys.”

“Do I look dead to you?” Daenerys questioned. “You did a terrible job trying, my lord.” Jon was fully aware that both Tyrion and Sansa could see the angry scar that Dany proudly showed off.

“That is my king to you, Daenerys.” Sansa butts in as Dany laughs.

“A foreign king, not my king.” Dany corrects as the dragons screech from above, making Tyrion and Sansa look towards the sky in shock.

“I see you have more of those beasts- and I also heard that you mothered some, what do the people call them in Westeros...Dragonspawn.” Sansa remarks.

Jon watches his wife, but she holds her fire in. She smiles sweetly before calling them over. Jon turns his attention now to his cousin and the imp. Their faces are that of shock and he knows why. Laena and Rhaegar are carbon copies of himself and Daenerys, the only difference was that they had his eyes. “Laena, Rhāegār, bisa iksis Sānsa hen Stārke Lentor se bisa iksis Tȳhrion hen Lānistor Lentor.  Ivestragon rytsas” His wife addresses their children who solemnly look at Sansa and Tyrion and then back at their mother. Laena looked angry while Rhaegar was annoyed. “Ivestragon rytsas” Dany repeats, brows raised.

“Ao expect nyke naejot sagon polite naejot se vala se ābra bona caused ao ōdres?" Laena grits out, her eyes in slits as she glances back at Sansa and Tyrion.

"Ease aōha perzys, tala.  Bona iksin se past, se bisa iksis sir.  Gaoman daor expect syt ao both naejot hae zirȳ, mērī naejot respect.  Shifang? sir ivestragon rytsas. "  Daenerys scolds and Leana looks helplessly at Jon.

“Listen naejot aōha muña" Jon commands and then shakes his head. "Our lentor kessa gaomagon skoros iksis paktot, urnēptre zirȳ se rāpa prūmi ao both emagon.  Urnēptre zirȳ bona iksā not- zaldrīzes spawn.  Yn zaldrīzes āzma. " Jon explains softly. "let se Vesteros dārys se dāria ūndegon skorkydoso sȳz se lanta hen iksā. "

The two teenagers relatent and Laena’s scowl turns to a smile. “Welcome to Valyria, your grace.” She speaks gracefully and fluidly. “It’s not as massive as the cities you are used to, but with time and prosperity, it will get there.” Laena holds herself in such a way that her mother held herself. With poise and confidence. “I am Laena of House Targaryen and this is-”

“Rhaegar.” He cuts in, and shakes hands with Tyrion. “It’s nice to meet the King and Queen of the land that are parents were born in.”

“That is quite the handshake you have there and you are truly your father’s son. Now you,” Tyrion says, looking over at Laena. “You are the picture of your mother, just as stunning as she is. We’ve heard whispers about you around Westeros, the two of you are very well known around there.”

“I hear some of them call us Dragonspawn?” Laena wistfully says. “Though that stopped once my mother had been found innocent, bet they felt like right pieces of shit after that, huh?”

“Laena!” Daenerys hisses. “Enough,” Dany sighs as she gently cups her daughters face. "Nyke gīmigon bisa iksis qopsa, yn īlon jorrāelagon naejot urnēptre zirȳ iksi drēje. Shifang?"

Laena looks to her brother, who is urging her on and shakes her head. “Kessa, muña”

“Good.” She smiles, kissing her forehead before looking over at Sansa and Tyrion. “Will you be spending some time here? I’m sure a tour would be beneficial. Did you bring your children?” Dany asks.

“Yes, we brought our daughters, Catelyn and Myrcella are waiting at port.” Sansa answers.

“Laena, Rhaegar, why don’t you both go greet them and show them around. Meet us at the the Inn later, there will be a feast.”

To say that Sansa and Tyrion were a bit fearful to follow the Dragon Queen and Jon along the town was an understatement, but as far as they knew, Daenerys was different, happier, lighter. She laughed along with Tyrion as they reminisced a time before everything fell apart. A time before Daenerys crossed the Narrow Sea and later, when they all sat around at dinner, Sansa spoke to the Dragon Queen as Tyrion and Jon spoke about how exactly he learn High Valyrian so well.

“I am a proud woman, Daenerys.” Sansa begins. “And I know that you are as well, when you came to my home, seventeen years ago, I was determined to hate you. A foreign queen coming into my land, taking my home, that is what I thought and that is why I-” She stops, looking uncertainty at the Daenerys. “I told Tyrion the truth about Jon. I should have remembered what it felt like, when I moved south to marry Joffrey, I was lost, treated poorly, felt like an outsider and I should have understood how you were feeling.”

“Sansa,” Dany shakes her head, setting her goblet down. “I am to blame as much as everyone else is. I took no time to get to know the North, or the people of Westeros at all. I just wanted to take and I spiraled, I went down a path that was almost impossible to come back from. I should have taken the time to know you, we do have a lot in common you know.” Sansa raises a brow in confusions. “With men fearing us, trying to tame us in submission and we both survived that and ensured that our daughters would never have to live that life ever.” Dany shakes her head as she watches her twins argue, Laena almost drawing her sword in frustration. “But we are both lucky to find a man who doesn’t wish to tame us. That is my hope for her,” She said nodding towards Laena. “She has so much fire in her, she’s wild.”

“She’s a wolf.” Sansa agrees “And a wolf can’t be tamed.” The two women share a smile for a moment before their eyes are back on their children. “Do you-” Sansa clears her throat. “Do you plan on marrying the two of them to each other? Please, let me know if I crossed a line, I just-”

Daenerys’ face is pink with laughter. “Oh gods no! Those two can barely get on for two minutes, where terrible in the womb together- I swear the made game of kicking each other in there and teased each other terribly when they were children.” Dany smirks as Rhaegar laughs at his sister’s temper and in an attempt to calm her down, gets ale poured over his head. “No, Jon and I decided that the Targaryen tradition ended with us. Our children will marry on their own accord to someone that they love. Does that ease the minds of the people overseas?”

“You shouldn’t have to mind the people overseas.” Sansa says. “Just do what you have been doing and continue raising those children, they are amazing people. You’ve done well for yourself and on behalf of the people of Westeros, I would like to apologize for-”

Daenerys catches her husband’s eye and then shakes her head. “No that is the past, now we need to focus on the future and the generation that our children will lead.”