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Oh the stars in his eyes when she asked if they could meet after work 😭 Dude’s down bad

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Genuine question to anyone who's willing to answer: How can you watch a scene like this one and arrive to the conclusion that these two actors/characters have no chemistry? I really cannot understand people who think like that. Say what you want about the way they were written throughout the first season or their toxic romantic dynamic, but they ooze love, tenderness and softness through their eyes, mannerisms and way of speaking to each other. HotD fans still refusing to see this is just wild to me.

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The Aftermath - Aegon II Targaryen

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Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x sister!reader

Warnings: Murder, crying, mentions of a child's remains, violence, shouting

Wordcount: 1772

Summary: You're the youngest daughter of Viserys Targaryen and after the events of blood and cheese, you comfort your oldest brother Aegon through his pain and despair.

Sorrow and pain flooded through your veins as you walked across the Red keep, frantically pushing through the masses of guards and servants being pushed around to be searched. 

Jaehaerys had been killed. The little boy you called nephew that ran laps around you just earlier today had been murdered in cold blood in his own bed. And your poor sister Helaena had been the one to point him out, held at knifepoint and made to choose between her own children and her life. You’d heard it from your mother Alicent and you’d been quick to pull your sister into a hug, holding both her and Jaehaera in a tight embrace. 

Now you were on your way to find Aegon, you older brother, and father of your late nephew. On your way you bumped into Aemond and through the tears in your eyes you’d made a hasty apology and hurried off after he gave you a reassuring nod and a low hum. 

The doors to Aegon’s chambers were halfway open and you heard him long before you saw him. He was shouting and screaming, and when you turned the corner and froze in the door you saw him standing with the firefork in his hands grasped like a sword. Your father’s work of Kinglanding in miniature was halfway smashed to bits and Aegon’s wild, red rimmed eyes were glossed over. 

“This is war!” He shouted, hitting the stone statues Viserys had built, making pieces of it fly in the air. 

“I declare war!” More pieces flew and one of the guards turned to the door, intending to shut it close, and he met your gaze. A mix between relief and chock washed over his face and you gestured for both of them to leave, stepping aside in the doorway. They met each other’s gaze and then nodded to you and to Aegon, then walked out. 

The broken boy in front of you had gone quiet when he noticed the guards leaving and his gaze trailed after them as they left and when they passed you, his focus shifted. The tears welled up in his eyes and he heaved a heavy breath as you shut the doors and stepped closer to him. 

“My- my little son-“ he cried, tears welling over and falling down his cheeks and you crossed the floor and wrapped him up in your arms, holding him close and pressing his head to your shoulder. And Aegon sobbed. He wrapped his arms around your waist, the firefork falling to the floor with an echoing clatter, and surrendered to the pain that was ripping his chest open. You buried one hand in his hair and the other held him across the back, pressing him into you with such vigor that Aegon could almost imagine he was standing upright again, the strength and comfort you radiated keeping him together a bit. 

“I know,” you gasped, sobbing as well. The tears fell from your eyes and down into Aegon’s hair but neither of you cared. “I’m so sorry, Aegon, I’m so, so sorry.” 

“He- I should’ve- I-,” his own sobs and hiccups cut him off and he trembled in your arms. The sounds of his cries tore your heart into pieces but all you could do was hold him. 

Jaehaerys was Aegon’s pride and happiness. He hadn’t found it in his marriage to your sister, neither had he found it in his duty as king. Not even the brothels and the filled cups of wine could ever grant him happiness. Numbness, yes. Happiness? No. 

But Jaehaerys and Jaehaera, that was something clean and pure. Something innocent that came from Aegon. He was proud to be their father. His son was his legacy, and he’d been taken away from him. Ripped out of his arms never to return. 

His children, even if he didn’t get to spend a lot of time with them, had always been the best part of his days. He’d sit down on the floor or in the gardens, indulging in their little games and plays. Helaena often sat a few feet away embroidering and more often than not, you’d join in too, hanging out with your niece and nephew. Sometimes, even Aemond would join you, were you in the gardens. He’d sit down on a bench or beneath the white tree of the godswood to read, but every time he always ended up playing with the children. 

It was some of the most treasured moments of your life and no doubt Aegon’s too. 

Jaehaerys had been all the good Aegon wasn’t. Pure as the driven snow, innocent and beautiful. A living spectacle, and for the first time in Aegon’s life he felt true, complete and utter devotion and love. 

His knees buckled under him but you just pressed him closer, holding him to you and gently rocking back and forth, both of you crying. 

“I- what did- what did I do to deserve this?” He questioned quietly through the sobs. He pulled away slightly to wipe his tears and nose. You met his eyes, deep blue, almost colored purple by his sorrow. 

With gentle hands you cup his face in your palms, his hands still holding you tight around your middle, pressing your bodies close. 

“You didn’t,” you shake your head, sniffling and wiping away his tears with your thumbs. “You did not deserve this, Aegon.” His lower lip trembles and he pulls it between his teeth, biting down on it for a second and then he buries his face against your shoulder again, crying until he can’t anymore. 

A heavy knock comes from the door but when Aegon mumbles a quiet “come”, still bundled up in your arms, no one enters. Instead a voice tells him his council requests his attendance through the closed doors and then footsteps that are leaving. Aegon looks at you, eyes swollen and red rimmed. He starts shaking his head but you shush him and give him a nod, quietly telling him he needs to go. 

He knows you’re right but it takes him a few minutes and a whole lot of willpower to pull himself away from you. He manages two steps away from you before he turns around again, quietly reaching out for you with trembling hands and pulling you with him. 

His guards walk both of you to the council chamber and you stop outside the doors but he quickly pulls you with him again, up the short set of stairs to the grand table in the middle. Your mother and grandsire are already there, as well as Ser Criston, Lord Tyland Lannister, Lord Jasper Wylde and Grand Maester Orwyle. The only one missing is Lord Larys Strong, but you assume he’s been tasked with finding the culprit as the master of whisperers. 

Aegon finally lets you go as you sit down on the seat assigned to the master of ships. Your mother gives you a questioning look with her red rimmed doe eyes but you only give her an affirmative nod. 

“And where were the members of this council when the murderers threatened their king?” He questions as he walks the long side of the table to get to his seat. 

“Were you also threatened, my king?” Someone asks. You’re not familiar enough with the members of the council to know who, and your eyes are locked sorely on Aegon. 

“I could have been!” He snaps, grabbing a chalice and throwing it on the floor, a million tiny pieces of glass shatter at your feet. Aegon’s eyes meet yours as he looks up from the mess he’s made but you hold no judgment for him. You understand his anger and his acts of violence. They’re not aimed at anyone, maybe himself. He takes a shout at Ser Criston as well, throwing another cup across the room. 

You sit quietly, watching the chaos unfold, but never once can you take your eyes from the broken boy in front of you who, in his desperation and grief, has to handle matters no parent should ever have to deal with after losing a child. Especially not in the way your siblings lost theirs. 

The telltale sound of Lord Larys with his cast on his foot and his cane has you turning around, averting your gaze from Aegon for the first time since you entered the council room. He gives you a nod, and you acknowledge it with a slight smile despite your wet cheeks and tearfilled eyes. 

“Your grace, if I may,” he begins and it gets impossibly quiet as everyone turns to him. At his words that they’ve found the man who’s done it with the child’s head in a sack, you’re almost gagging and you turn away from him, meeting Alicent’s eyes and she looks just as torn apart as you feel. 

After that, you zone out. Your eyes are locked on Aegon but your mind isn’t with you. You can only hear the astounding suggestions your grandsire, the hand, makes and your heart is tearing at the seams when you think about it. Your gaze flickers to Alicent again and she has to stand from her stool, turning her back to the table for a second. When you look back to Aegon he meets your eyes with a burning desperation and despair, and all you want to do is grab him and get him out of there. You can see how suffocating the room is for him as he claws at the armrests of his chair. 

“Mother?” Is his only reply to the suggestions, a desperate attempt to get some kind of council and comfort from the one he needs it the most. But your mother’s only response is the one he doesn’t want to hear. 

At that you order everyone out. Otto begins to object but Aegon snaps at him, telling him to leave at once and he only bows and strides out. Alicent gives you both one last look over her shoulder before she exits and the guards shut the doors. 

“I’m so sorry,” is the first thing that tumbles out of your mouth. He’s sitting slumped back into his chair and you slowly raise from yours and walk to him. 

“Aegon, I- I’m so incredibly sorry,” you tell him gently, placing yourself in front of him, half sitting on the table. He doesn’t respond, he only falls forward into you, resting his head in your lap, and as he only does with you, he lets go, giving into it all; the pain, the sorrow, the burdens and the duties, leaving behind the heavy crown, and he cries.

[missisjoker]

A prompt?

A prompt.

Jacaereys travels to Kinglands to celebrate his grandsire's name day with a royal hunt. It's a dreadfully boring affair until Jace hears rumors that there's a direwolf roaming in the forests and goes to investigate.

He ends up face-to-face with the dire wolf because, apparently, the humongous mountain of a wolf can sneak up on people like a cat. The wolf doesn't hurt him; just looks at him with eyes color of molten valyrian steel, huffs, and tracks back into the forest.

A few moments later Jace hears a trap shut and wolf howling in pain; and runs toward him. Keeps saying I'm trying to help, please don't eat me. The wolf growls- a deep, rumbling sound that Jace feels in his bones, but doesn't snap at Jace. The trap breaks the same moment someone calls out for Jace- and the wolf is gone in an instant.

The next day, Jacaerys trails off from the hunting party, lost in thought, perhaps hoping to glimpse the wolf again - when he is attacked by 3 cutthroats. He manages to bring down one of them, but the other two push him to the ground and slash his arm from palm to elbow. He feels the cold blade tickle his throat when men's laughter turns into screams and then gargles. The direwolf nudges him to sit down and licks his bleeding arm, stopping the blood flow. Jace tries to find his way back, but his horse bolts, and the sky is dark with a gathering storm. He shakily tracks to a hunter's cabin nearby, the wolf tailing him. The cabin is just big enough for them two, and eventually, Jace stretches on the floor and falls into a restless sleep, with the wolf curling next to him.

When Jace wakes up, he is warm and cozy, but there's a human form next to him- a big, naked man nuzzling into the back of his neck.

He jerks awake and so does the man. Jace tries to hit him with something - anything- and get away- but the man is too fast and too strong, and pins Jace down. Jace tries to bite him, but the man kisses him. Which startles both Jace and the offender- and the man starts apologizing.

Jace gives him an opportunity to explain while pointing at him with a sword (he’s sure sword won’t do him any good, but at least it distracts him from ogling the man’s beautiful and very naked body).

The man - Cregan Stark - says he is a skin changer, something that runs in his family. Was betrayed and usurped by his uncle who somehow locked him in the wolf form. He’s been desperately trying to return for months, but couldn’t - until Jaces blood broke the curse.

Jace refuses to believe him until Cregan’s eyes flash the same molten Valyrian steel color.

Once Cregan puts on some clothes, Jace asks him of his plans. Offers to go with him on a dragon to remove his uncle from the seat in Winterfell- but Cregan refuses. Says, if he is to control the north, he will have to do it himself.

Jace asks if Cregan is sure he won’t get locked into a dire wolf form again- and Cregan says no, he only got blindsided because he trusted his family, but he will not make the same mistake again.

They part ways with Jace’s wish of good luck and a promise to visit Cregan once he retakes Winterfell.

Jace is sure he will see him again- after all, Cregan owes him a debt; he stole a kiss from him, and Jace will be sure to collect.

[cateyesinlove]

 Aemond Targaryen x OC, Cregan Stark x OC

Chapter one; The sea-star

Rhaella stepped into the Godwoods holding onto Lord Dodrik with all her strength, a sadness crashed onto her as a wave but she ignored it, even when she always imagined her wedding day as a day where there would be no clouds in Kinglanding and all her family would be surrounding her and Daemon would be giving her away. She felt the same sadness that her father Laenor couldn't be the one to walk her down the aisle.

Sara was sanding before the heat tree and asked, “Who comes? Who comes before the Gods?”

Lord Rodrink answered, “Princess Rhaella of House Velaryon and Targaryen comes here to be wed. A woman grown and flowered, trueborn and noble, she comes to beg the blessings of the gods. Who comes to claim her?"

Cragan stepped closer to them and answered him"Me, Cregan of House Stark, Warden of the North. I claim her. Who gives her?"

The escort says, "Lord Rodrick of House Dustin, loyal subject and friend” he answers and turns to Rhaella, "Princess Rhaella, will you take this man?” he asked 

Rhaella smiled and replied, "I take this man." taking the hand Cregan had extended to her.

Cregan smiled and guided her in front of the heart tree, they both kneeled and prayed. Cregan prayed to his father and brother hoping he had done the right thing in helping Princess Rhaella while indulging the feelings for her. Rhaella instead silently cried for Luke, she prayed he was with father and aunt Laena, that they both had received him and were loving him the way her family did when he was alive, she prayed for her sister Visenya that her grandmother Aemma was with her and looked after her and finally, she prayed to her gods, the gods of old Valyria to give her the strength to destroy the Hightower.

Cregan was the first one to stand up and offered a hand to Rhaella to help her get up, he signaled for Sara to bring the cloak and after asking her to turn around, Cregan wrapped her in the beautiful gray cloak with a massive stark wolf symbol. 

She turned around and kissed her husband surprising him but causing the few expectators to erupt in cheers. 

She was no longer Rhaella Targaryen, bethrod of Aemond One Eye, from now on she was Rhaella Stark, Lady of Winterfell. 

And winter will come with Fire and Blood for those who had wronged her.

Red Keep Year 117 AC

Rhaella could hear the screams of her mom through the door, as some tears gathered in her eyes she held onto her father who had come running to await the birth of his son. Rhaella had been reading to her mother that morning when she had begun her labors. 

“ It will be okay my darling star.” Leanor murmured into her daughter's brown curls hugging her tight, “ Your mother and sibling will be okay.”

“Are you sure you would rather not go somewhere else?” Leanor asks worried for his little girl. Rhaella since birth had been such a sweet babe, she had cried the least between his children, and she would sleep through most of the night and be a cheerful delight through the day, The realm delight born again he would hear the whispers at court and through the city. 

Rhaella shook her head holding on to her father,” No no, I wish to see mother and my sibling as soon as I can.” 

“CUNT!” Rhaenyra screamed startling both father and daughter. 

“What does that mean?” asked Rhaella confused, Laenor simply laughed quietly. “Nothing you have to worry yourself with daughter,” He replied. 

After a couple more hours a maid came through the door with the biggest smile, “A BOY YOUR GRACE, YOU HAVE ANOTHER BOY!” She shouted excitedly. 

“Oh, how marvelous!”Laenor excitedly picked up Rhaella making her giggle and hold tighter to her father. “And Rhaenyra, how is my wife?” he asked securing Rhaella to his hip, while his daughter was older he still indulged himself and her carrying her when no one who would judge was around. 

“Both the Princess and the little prince are healthy and in good spirits!” she answered, returning to Rhaenyra. 

“You hear that my star,” Laenor said kissing his daughter's hair, “Both mother and your new brother are fine.” 

A maid passed behind them making his way to Rhaenyra, both Laenor and Rhaella sat on the chair waiting to be let in when they saw Rhaenyra walking out of the room with the babe in her arms. 

“Mother!” Rhaella exalted making her way to Rhaenyra quickly, “What are you doing!” she inquired alarmed, panicking that her mother or sibling could get hurt. 

“Rhaenyra what is the meaning of this!” Laenor demanded arriving at her side, holding her close to him, and helping her while walking towards the door.

“She wishes to see him, immediately,” Rhaenyra growled and tears gathering in her eyes. 

“She can not mean right in this moment!”He exclaimed, both adults enrapped in their conversation forgetting Rhaella was trailing after them.  

“She wishes to see him and I refuse to be parted with my newborn son,” she said eyes closed in pain and panting. 

“Mother I think you should rest!” Rhaella called reminding her parents she was there, and both of them gasped looking at her. 

“I can’t my dear,” she said wincing in pain, Laenor was quick to hold her close to him and warp a second pair of arms around his new baby. “Queen Alicent wishes to see the babe at once and I will not be parted from your brother, not even one second” She explained leaning on Laenor. 

“But mother, you are in so much pain!” Rhaella exclaimed, a frustrated child scared for her mom as tears gathered in her eyes. “Her grace must know you are in no state to go see her!” she said. 

Rhaenyra straight up a bit, “Well she is demanding to see your brother, I see no other solution  but for me to take him.” She said in between deep breaths trying to manage the pain. 

“The Queen is sweet and kind!” Rhaella exclaimed with a smile, “ She mustn't have thought about coming to see you but I will explain to her, how you are in so much pain so she must come to you!” the prince exclaimed excitedly and turned around to run towards Alicent Chambers. 

“Wait Rhaella!!” both her parents screamed with surprise but it was too late, the little princess was dashing through the court in her beautiful blue gown and greeting every lord and lady she recognized alongside the staff she held dear to her heart. Laenor looked fondly at her beautiful daughter, she shone like a star brightening this old castle. 

Rhaenyra laughed through the pain at the look on Laenor's face and sighed once more leaning on Laenor, “Well at least this solves this problem,” she murmured eyes closed. 

Laenor huffed, “I have yet to see one person deny anything to our daughter,” he joked, “I dare Alicent Hightower to be the first .” he said laughing and helping Rhaenyra move back to her room.

“Good luck, cunt,” Rhaenyra murmured under her breath and allowed Laenor to guide her back to the room, small Joffrey still asleep in her mother's arms.

Little Rhaella quickly made her way up the stairs running towards the Queen's chamber, she knew in her heart if she explained to the Queen how much pain her mother found herself in, she would understand and would walk to her mother's chambers by her side. 

“Good morrow Lord Caswell” Rhaella greeted on the stairs, she had stopped and curtsy like her septa had taught her, like every princess should. “Lady Caswell” 

“Good morrow, little princess,” the lord and his wife bowed to her, Lord Caswell couldn’t help but smile, delighted by the manners of the princess, The seastar of the realm he would hear people call her. While she would not be inheriting Drifmark given the incident years ago, she was still very loved by its people and in Kingslanding, truly the realm’s delight daughter. “How is your morning Princess?” he asked.

“It has been a wonderful morning, I have a new brother!” she answered thrilled,, “I am on my way to speak with Queen Alicent, she has asked my mother to show her my brother but she is in so much pain yet I know if I explain to her grace the problem she will understand!” she answers.

Lord and Lady Caswell were speechless to hear the princess say those words, everyone with eyes could see the Queen's disdain toward Princess Rhaenyra and her kids. “ Oh I am sure,” he said hesitantly looking at his wife for assistance.

“I should be on my way my lord and lady,” Rhaella said feeling herself becoming impatient but not wanting to seem rude. “Have a pleasant day,” she said, curtsing and continuing on her way to Alicent's room.

As she approached the room her gaze wandered as always towards the beautiful details of this part of the castle, wondering if she would be able to go see Silverwing today, if today would be the day she could fly on her, as the princess was distracted she crashed into someone's leg. She yelped embarrassed and as she tumbled backward a pair of hands held her by the shoulders. 

“You should be more careful,” Cole scolded the princess, “Princess,” he added with disregard.

A flush spread through Rhaellas check embarrassed, ashamed, all the usual feelings Ser Criston Cole caused her.

Rhaella positioned her hands in front of her, trying hard not to bow her head, she knew she was the princess and had no business bowing or feeling less than anyone, especially Ser Criston Cole, why did her majesty keep such a serious and pouty man around her still was a mystery to her, “My apologies,” she replied muttering the apology with a curtsy, annoyed that she had to be nice to such man like him.

Rhaella felt uncomfortable under Cristons piercing gaze, she almost felt in danger, and her heart raced when he took a step towards her, looking up at his eyes, rhaella thought she saw hate in his face. 

“Is there a problem Ser Criston,” Ser Erryk announced placing himself between Criston and Rhaella, shielding her from his view. 

“No, not at all” he answered annoyed scowling at him. “ The lady was simply distracted and crashed with me, she could have been hurt”

“Thank the Gods, you were fast and helped the Princess,” Sir Erryk said making sure to emphasize the word Princess, shooting glares at Sir Criston. 

“That is what we are here for,” Criston answered, never looking away from Sir Erryk's eyes. “ I must go, I am late for training.”  he nodded and walked away without a single word to Rhaella. 

“Do you find yourself alright princess?” Ser Erryk asked concerned, looking over the little princess. 

“Yes Sir Erryk, I find myself alright,” She answered unaware of why he was so concerned, she had just lightly bumped with Sir Criston.

“Your parent sent me to look for you,” he said in an almost stern voice but Rhaella could see the small smile spread on his face.

“I only need to talk to the Queen and you can take me back to my parents,” she said, “ please!” she asked.

Ser Erryk sighed and shook his head but finally moved aside for Rhaella to keep her path towards the Queen. Once she was in front of the Queen's room, Ser Erryk announced her and she she entered. 

“Good morrow my Queen” Rhaella steps inside and crusties to Alicent, a small smile on her face. “I have wonderful news!” she exclaimed walking towards her.

“Rhaella” Alicent mutters with some displeasure that evades the child, “What a wonderful surprise, tho I am sure I had called for your mother to see the new babe.” 

“That is why I am here for, your grace, my mother is in so much pain, she can't even walk,” she said, getting upset and tears forming in her eyes. “I know you never meant to cause her harm, you are always so kind and thoughtful, I came to ask if you could come with me so we could see my brother together!” she exclaimed. 

The whole room went silent. No one dared to breathe.

“Pardon?” Alicent said perplexed, stunned at the audacity of the little bastard princess. She was the Queen if she commanded Rhaenyra to bring the babe she would have to do it, not send her pretentious little girl. 

“Your grace my mother is in so much pain and I know you are so understanding and kind, could you please come to see her?” she asked, pleaded to the queen. 

Alicent felt rage starting to bubble inside her. She hated this child. She hated Rhaenyra and she mostly hated how much Rhaella looked like her mother, the spitting image of young Rhaenyra but rather than her divine beautiful silver hair this child had brown locks that framed her face perfectly. Disgusting. 

She leaned down before the child, grabbed one of her curls, and smiled at her. “Of course, let us go.” 

Rhaenrya unable to contain her content hugged the Queen tightly and whispered a teary Thank you. 

Hug. The child was hugging her. 

Alicent froze, she couldn't remember the last time any of her children had hugged her out of their will and not because she wanted to keep up appearances, no nagging from her or a fierce look from him making them act lovable. 

She had hugged her with love. 

She closed her eyes and hugged the girl back. “Let us go Rhaella.” 

Rhaella backed away with a huge smile and held Queen Alicent’s hand. 

As they walked out Alicent could see the faces of Ser Erryk and her ladies-in-waiting, mouths wide open. “Shall we go Ser Erryk?” she asked bothered. 

“I'll be following closely your grace.” He bowed as the Queen and princess exited the room. 

“Tayla, please let the King know we are visiting Rhaenyra and the newborn babe.” Alicent requested as they made their way down the Red Keep

“It's a boy!” Rhaella interrupted excitedly, “I have a new brother!” 

“Tell the king we are visiting his new grandson,” Alicent said smiling down at Rhaella, maybe this kid was Rhaenyras saving grace, maybe this time she could make a difference and save this child from going the same path of sins her mother.

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[thesunfyre4446]

The period where alicent was viserys's regent should not take as as a gotcha moment by you. Kinglanding was In the most total degradation, many problems ignored by the Crown which used the money intended for the welfare of the people to buy allies for the usurpation and hold parties to celebrate the death of their relatives. Not to mention all the money used for redecorating the red keep when the targaryen already pledge allies with the faith 💀

i think you're confused

"Ser Tyland Lannister was named master of coin in place of the late Lord Beesbury, and acted at once to seize the royal treasury. The Crown’s gold was divided into four parts. One part was entrusted to the care of the Iron Bank of Braavos for safekeeping, another sent under strong guard to Casterly Rock, a third to Oldtown. The remaining wealth was to be used for bribes and gifts, and to hire sellswords if needed. To take Ser Tyland’s place as master of ships, Ser Otto looked to the Iron Islands, dispatching a raven to Dalton Greyjoy, the Red Kraken, the daring and bloodthirsty sixteen-year-old Lord Reaper of Pyke, offering him the admiralty and a seat on the council for his allegiance."

the greens transferred the money to castly rock to make sure that even if the blacks will manage to take KL they'll have no access to the royal treasury. there was no lack of money during aegon's first days as king, and having one ball is def not going to bankrupt the kingdom. and all of this happened after the dance, and i was talking about pre-dance when alicent and otto ruled in viserys's stead. otto was hand ever since jaehaerys was king. he's competent at his job and has taught his daughter how to actually run a kingdom. deal with it.

[monbebe-monstax]

No one can be as dumb as an alicent stan.......

I said what I said, these ppl actually think that alcent had no role in the damn war, they act like she's innocent in thus entire thing, i saw a post yesterday with one of then idiots agreeing with Crispin of him saying she has a "good heart:, WHAT GOOD HEART BITCH??? Miss gurl deadass had beef with newborns, w tf does that shit, she deadass isolated rhaenyra out during her time at kinglanding when she was pregnant, rhaenyra had no friends and her damn daddy was way to damn sick and stupid to notice that shit, and before yall say " b-but she lied to alicent" AND TF she don't owe her shit and it was about time somebody got Otto's ass out of there good job rhae rhae, she has deadass been planning to take that girls throne for the longest..... I feel bad for younger alicent yes but this alicent is in her damn 30s and acting like a damn child... so where in tf is alicent innocent or she has a " good heart"

[aegonshusband]

Moonsun; an Helagon Bridgerton AU

Alicent stood tall, forcing a wide smile as she paraded her children in front of the queen like her prized pigs. 

“Your Grace, I present to you my match. My children Aegon and Helaena Targaryen,” Alicent said, motioning her hand towards her children next to her. The two were visibly uncomfortable. Who wouldn’t be if you were marrying your sibling? 

“Your Grace,” Aegon said, bowing as he spoke. “Thank you for blessing our marriage.” His long unruly white hair nearly shielded his entire face. 

“Thank you, your Grace,” Helaena said, curtsying and bowing her head as she stood up, “Thank you for blessing our marriage.” 

Queen Rhaenyra looked down at them from her throne made of swords, her lips pursed. Of course, it wasn’t unusual for Targaryens to marry within their family, most of the time it is expected. “Of course, dear brother, sister. Alicent, thank you for putting together such an excellent match.”

This comment caused Aegon to snicker. Alicent looked at him and scolded.

“Brother, you will find with time your love will grow,” Rhaenyra spoke. 

“Your wedding will be in 2 weeks time,” Lord Eryyk said. 

Alicent nodded. “Thank you, Lord Eryyk,” she said. Smiling as she made eye contact with the Queen. “We hope to see you in attendance, Your Grace.”

“Of course, I would never miss it.”

Alicent ushered them away, clenching her jaw as they entered the corridor. “Well that was easy enough,” Alicent said. “It was to be expected that she approved. She has no reason not to you are her siblings.”

“Half siblings,” Aegon corrected, following behind his mother. 

Alicent looked back and shot him a look as if to say *‘you’re on thin ice’.*

Helaena looked at her brother and sighed. She didn’t enjoy it either, but it wasn’t like either of them really had a choice. “At least once we’re married we won’t have to deal with the council's contestant pressure.”

“Until we become of age and they demand we bed and have children,” Aegon retorted.

“Thankfully that’s years away,” Alicent responded, leading them outside the castle. 

They arrived quickly at their home, they were related to the Queen, after all, the ride hadn’t been that far. They exited their carriage swiftly, Aegon hurrying off to his chambers to avoid further questioning, and Helaena stood next to her mom, silently understanding. 

“I don’t understand why you wed us if I speak plainly,” Helaena said, looking at her mother and meeting her gaze. “I wish you at least ask our opinion.”

“There was no reason to ask your opinion, it was clearly the perfect match. You two are the heirs to Dragonstone.” Alicent said, “Whether you like it or not it isn’t your choice.”

“I’ve realized many things aren’t my choice, Mother,” Helaena says, making her way inside the house. 

Their house was simple but nice. It was decorated with tapestries that depicted dragons, green silk curtains hung over the windows and handmaids roamed the halls. The Targaryens were the highest family in Kinglanding, the Hightowers a close second, nothing less than elaborate wouldn’t be good enough for them. 

It was customary for a ball to be held at the castle after the first showing of eligible men and women who are ready to marry, especially if you already had a match. It was standard to show off who you had been engaged to. 

Helaena was having her hair braided and pinned up tightly, gold jewels being clipped around her neck and wrists. Her dress was a simple dark green, it complimented her features quite well. 

Aegon was dressed in a dark green suit, a golden dragon insignia carefully stitched into the outside chest pocket. He looked at himself in the mirror, his hair being pulled back caused his features to be more prominent. He felt awkward and lanky in his position, he felt unsure. He had to live the life he was given, he had to do the things planned for him since before he was born. He has to live with it no matter how much he doesn’t want to. 

They met each other in the parlor, Aegon taking a second glance at Helaena. “You look pretty tonight, sister,” Aegon said, avoiding her gaze. She smiled and nodded.

“Thank you, brother,” she replied, not used to him being so gracious with his words. “You look handsome as well.”

He smiled and nodded, not audibly acknowledging her compliment. Their mother came down the stairs, fixing herself as she walked down the last step. “Are you two ready to leave?”

They both nodded, following Alicent as she exited the parlor. Helaena walked next to her mother, Aegon following behind them. Helaena’s dress swayed as she walked, Aegon noticing her hair was pinned up in a style he hadn’t seen before. They entered the carriage, Aegon plopping down across from Alicent, sighing heavily. Helaena sat next to her mother, fiddling with her fingers in her lap.

“Why do we have to go to this again?” He asked, looking at his mother. “We’re going to marry, what’s the point if we aren’t available?”

“Because society needs to see our standing, they need to see that you have a strong match.”

“At this point wouldn’t you assume everyone knows that we’re engaged? It’s kind of obvious.” 

“Once you are older you will understand,” Alicent said, turning her attention to her daughter. “You look quite nice tonight, Helaena. You will be quite the beautiful spectacle.”

“Thank you, mother. I wanted to try something different with my hair tonight,” she replied.

The castle was decorated extravagantly in gold and red. Music played as eligible bachelors and bachelorettes crowded the great hall, the evening just starting. The three of them entered, Alicent keeping a close eye on both of her children.

“Lady Targaryen, it’s a pleasure,” a voice boomed behind Alicent.

“Lord Cole, what a wonderful sight,” she replied. “I wasn’t expecting you to show up. It’s unlike you to show up to these.”

“I wouldn’t miss getting to spend an evening in your presence.”

Aegon gagged to himself, Helaena chuckling at his response. “It’s ridiculous is it not? Our father on his death bed and she parades around,” she said. 

Aegon looked at her in shock. “I didn’t think you had it in you to have a negative opinion.”

“I do, I just don’t voice them like you do,” she responded, a smile creeping up her face. “You would be surprised with how much we have in common.”

“Alright, the two of you need to go dance, show yourselves, and show the others,” Alicent interrupted them, Helaena turning her head to look at her. She gave a look of embarrassment, being able to avoid public displays until now. “Helaena you will be fine, there is nothing for you to worry about,” She said, shooing them off into the dance circle and turning her back. 

Aegon grabbed her forearm hesitantly, catching her off guard. “Shall we?” He asked, motioning to the dance floor.

“Of course,” She replied while nodding. Aegon grabbed onto her hand, leading her to the circle. They got many looks, many nods and smiles. 

“They’re all staring at us. I wonder what they think,” Helaena said. 

“The queen’s siblings are marrying each other of course they will have opinions, no matter what they are. All we have to do is smile and move our feet.” 

Helaena nodded, “I suppose you’re right aren’t you?” They found their spot on the dance floor, getting into stance.

Aegon wrapped his free hand around her waist, trying to avoid making eye contact with her as the music started. As they danced, he led her around the dance floor, their hands staying intertwined as their bodies moved in unison. Their mother was desperate to have a good reputation, she taught them how to dance, and how to socialize. They learned everything they knew from their mother. 

Helaena gazed at Aegon, desperate for him to look at her. “Aegon,” she said.

“Yes?” He asked, making eye contact with her. His bright violet eyes sparkled under the chandelier. 

“I know you know I don’t like this just as much as you. But all we can do is make the most of it.”

“I know, sister. We have to fulfill our duty, no matter how much we dislike it.” He responded

Helaena nodded in agreement. “Exactly, we need to at least try to pretend.”

“You do have great ideas.”

They danced through the room, their fingers intertwined as they nervously pranced themselves around. They moved in rhythm, you can give them that. They look like two pawns dancing around a chessboard. As the music quickened, so did they. They were both smiling, genuinely having fun with each other. 

This was something both of them could get used to. 

The song ended as they stood opposite each other. Aegon bowed and Helaena curtsied, both smiling as they came up. “That was fun, sister.” 

“Same here, Aegon.”

The night grew long, with many dances, conversations, remarks, and looks. They both grew tired from the evening and begged their mother to leave.

Once they arrived back to their home, Aegon and Helaena bid each other goodnight, and then to their mother. Alicent was happy, this night was a step in the right direction. A practical match was needed, she hoped it would soon turn into a love match as well.

[kingcunny]

a good 90% of my wish for a jaehaerys era hotd is so we could get an aemons death episode.

in my hbo series aemons death is the cliffhanger for the previous episode and the next one starts with the kinglanders finding out about it.

a plot. rhaenys, 18, pregnant, grieving the sudden, unexpected (and unintentional. she probably doesnt know that but we would.) death of her father finds out jaehaerys intends to name baelon his heir over her. even though aemon, through however many episodes weve seen him alive, always reinforced he intended for rhaenys to follow him as queen. regardless if he and jocelyn have anymore children. (*i* dont think they wanted too but i dont think thats an answer jaehaerys would accept. ‘youll change your mind! :)’)

b plot. baelons grief taking the form of his revenge crusade. but because hes out killing hes not there for a bulk of the argument about him being chosen over rhaenys. when he gets home hes so broken he just accepts it without thinking. after killing thousands of people for his brother he doesnt even regard his wishes or his only child. what his father wants is more important.

(c(omic relief) plot. 15 yo viserys recruits 11 yo daemon on his heist to ‘try and cheer rhaenys up’. at least until baelon comes home and them witnessing his public breakdown and following depression makes it less funny. baelons depression through the following episodes highlights his disregard for his sons. now that he doesnt have his brother and sisterwife around to ‘humanize’ him and youre forced to actually look at his actions.)

[kdramacrybaby]

Wait hold the fuck up, is she breaking up with him? Or is she just quittting her job?

No she’s just quitting her job, I’m like 99% sure. She’s been all in on their relationship so far so why leave now? But she’s realized that she liked it more at the other hotel, and that the King Hotel is no longer her dream.

They’re just trying to trick us… I think

[darkestspring]

I had this idea in the back of my head for while, so imagine hotd show go normal but it rhaenrya raising naerys/Maegara as their firstborn/heir. Like when rhaenrya get Baelon egg it hatches into them and she let no one take them from her because she alone in kinglanding, and most her suitors are trying be married her to be on throne and have naerys/Maegara as their stepchild. But of course she get married to Leanor after the accident but he good stepfather to them.

there's a bit of a inconsistency when it comes to which egg maegara/naerys was born from. to me, the egg will always be one born from vhagar. the egg that they hatch from is always from vhagar but sometimes they're born from baelon's egg. and its interesting. sometimes rhaenyra raises them in that scenario or sometimes its daemon but rhaenyra raising maegara/naerys is interesting. i think rhaenyra and maegara/naerys would have a good relationship. laenor would be a good stepdad to them in the moments that he is there but rhaenyra constantly spoils them, giving them everything they could desire and more.

i think maegara would be closer to rhaenyra than naerys would, probably because maegara would look up to whoever her mother is greatly. maegara would act like a mini rhaenyra for a few years before finding what she likes.

[rebelichor]

MEDIEVAL

Ariadne Xeha Nihilis of the noble house Deleoux, first of her name, firstborn twin. Daughter of bravery, skies and tide. Forged of ichor and blood. Demigoddess of unseen forces. Naa of Xe tribe.

Ariadne is all that she is and all that she will become because of her twin brother, Vergil. Like ebb and flow, they maintain balance, and together they are stronger.

Ariadne is known across the Kinglands as the silver witch. It is a cold reputation, one that plays on peoples fear of the unknown. She is a master of that which the eye cannot see... What her reputation fails to acknowledge is the one behind it. The girl. Ariadne. The world is cruel but she is not. She seeks to be fair. To be honest. To have a merciful heart. However, the walls she has built around herself are a fortress, and she herself fears her own power, of losing control. It is better to keep the world at arms length with a reputation that pushes others away.

With maturity, she becomes a wayfarer with an adventurers heart, wishing to explore the world and to seek out knowledge whether it's yet to be found or long forgotten. Ariadne has documented several star maps with her celestial navigation, surveyed the flora and fauna of distant lands, and explored ruins from ages long since passed. Throughout her lifetime she expands the trade of goods across the waters, discovers natural medicines, and has hand written invaluable tomes for the scholars of her age.

Maternal grandparents Mahasra, goddess of the oceans. The Tidemother and patron goddess of Galahd. Celebrated for her fierce battle prowess and nurturing heart, she is a symbol for warriors and close family ties. Respect and maintaining balance is key. Galahdan's often warn fellow seafarers about only ever taking what is needed from the ocean and nothing more, else Mahara will reclaim the debt from seawrecks and catastrophic waves.

Xe, god of the night sky. Best known as simply the moon god, he is multifaceted — flamboyant with stars upon his skin and moonlight braided in his hair, the life of the party, full of laughter and mischief. But behind the mask that makes him difficult to read, he feels, and he feels deeply. His most devoted followers make home in the Tribelands, in a tribe of his namesake.

Mother Xemos, first of house Nihilis, goddess of eclipses, shadows, and dark tides. Xemos is as feared as they are misunderstood. They are a goddess of the road less traveled, of the unknown, and what has yet to be explored. They were not the first of the Reborn Pantheon to choose a life among mankind, but they are among the first to fully integrate into human society and remain within the mortal realm. Those who move within the shadows pray to Xemos — the downtrodden, the persecuted, and the criminal.

Paternal grandparents Menrva, goddess of the sky. Also known as the Skymother or Queen of the Gods. Though she is the most well known of all the gods and goddesses, little is known about her. She is a distant goddess, and deeply private, though surprisingly this has only served to elevate her status among mankind. Menrva ushered in a new age — having traveled from a dying star, she led fellow gods and goddesses to a new home. They were all young, minors among the Primordial Pantheon, and they made the heartbreaking decision to leave their dying home. To leave what was left of their families who refused to flee out of fear they would become dead without rest. To defy the end of days for a hope of another tomorrow. For this, Menrva is praised as a radiant leader among her peers, her word is law, and her law is absolute. The Kinglands pray to one Goddess for guidance, and she is always depicted with a solar crown.

Lazarus, former head of the noble house Deleoux, also known as the crownless King, whose selfless deeds elevated him to that of a folk hero of his age. Grounded and chivalrous, he was the mortal Prince who fell in love with Menrva and sought to prove himself worthy of her affection. There are those that confuse his tale as that of a man who sought godhood, when he stripped himself of his birthright to inherit his father's crown, and when he sold his material possessions to found the humble beginnings of the home of scholars, he did so for betterment of people, all people, not only the rich.

Father Lazentis Deleoux, demigod of order and divine protector of mankind. He is the first and the only child of Menrva and Lazarus, a golden child among gods and mortals. Before he drew his first breath he had impossible standards expected of him, and he will strive until his dying day to not only meet, but to exceed each and every one of them. He is a gentleman and a perfectionist whose work is never done, but do not test his patience or good will. He has the kind of stern gaze that can cut a person down without so much as a word. Lazentis is best known among scholars and knights, he receives few prayers because those that look to him look for the strength of his convictions.

[blackcat419]

Maelor Targaryen headcannons

During the dance

When fleeing kings landing for Oldtown, Ser Rickard Thorne blackened Marlor’s hair with soot. The two road day and night, Ser Rickard Thorne stole fresh horses to stay ahead of the mob.

When the two made it to Oldtown, Ser Rickard Thorne collapsed and was bedridden for a month due to the week he spent not sleeping.

The young Prince was kept hidden with his Hightower family, his hair was dyed to resemble their auburn hair instead of the Targaryen blonde.

Every night, young Maelor prayed over his dragon egg that it may hatch and give him a dragon strong enough to save his family.

While Queen Helaena slipped deeper into depression, she still held out hope that she would see her children again.

Dance aftermath

With Maelor still alive, King Aegon II did not need to appoint Aegon the younger his heir or marry him to his daughter. Maelor was declared Aegon’s heir.

Maelor and Jaehaera reunited with Helaena, their grandmother and father accompanied them to Maegor’s tower. When Helaena saw her two children alive and well, she collapsed in tears. Aegon brought their kids to Helaena and the family reunited after so long apart.

Helaena struggled to connect with Maelor after asking he be killed instead of Jaehaerys. Maelor told his mother it’s not her fault, he forgives her for any wrongs she thinks she committed, and promised he will forever be by her side.

While the family struggled to live without Jaehaerys, they leaned on and supported eachother. Aegon’s vengeance was quelled by Helaena saying their children are alive, they have no reason to fight. Alicent helped Helaena through her grief as both grew closer over the loss of their sons. Aegon built statues to commemorate his fallen brothers and another statue for his slain son. The statues were part of public works to improve kings landing, providing the city with clean drinking water at multiple points.

Claiming a dragon

Only four dragons survived the war, two of which were already claimed. The young Maelor knew only one dragon could be his. The largest and most fierce dragon left, Cannibal. His family pushed for Maelor to try to claim Silverwing but Maelor refused, letting Jaehaera claim the she dragon.

After a sighting of the Cannibal near dragon stone, Maelor set out to claim him. His sister Jaehaera helped him sneak out of the palace and fly to Dragonstone.

Jaehaera kept Silverwing back and hidden from sight so the cannibal would not attach them.

Maelor found the cannibal asleep on the beach with a half eaten whale carcass next to him. Maelor snuck around the dragon to secure a saddle to the beast.

He climbed upon the great beast. The Cannibal began to stir, shaking his neck to remove the boy.

Maelor screamed in high Valyrian, “I am Maelor of house Targaryen. I have escaped death twice. I call upon the warrior to give me strength. Cannibal, fly!” With that the Cannibal soared into the sky. For an hour the Cannibal flew around Dragonstone, trying to shake the Prince from his back. Maelor held on for dear life, continuing to shout in high Valyrian, “obey”.

Princess Jaehaera feared her brother had died on his quest to claim a dragon. She mounted Silverwing to return to Kinglanding but stopped when she saw the cannibal land and heated Maelor call out “I am the rider of cannibal!”

The siblings returned back to kings landing with their dragons in tow. At first people feared the cannibal was chasing the young princess Jaehaera but when they saw that it was in fact the prince Maelor who now road the untamable beast, they took to calling him ‘Maelor the Unbridled” for his fearlessness.

The king and queen were shocked by Maelor’s actions and told him he could have died, but Maelor only retort was, “the mother spared me, the maiden saved me, and the warrior protects me, only the stranger can take me.”

Kingship and death

Maelor was a wild child from birth. His reign as king was known for him leaving politics for his council to deal with while he rode cannibal into battle.

It is unknown when or where Maelor died, just that he was riding cannibal when the dragon took off for the east.

It is assumed that Cannibal decided he had enough of life in Westeros and chose to return to old Valyria.

The kingship passed to Maelor’s cousin, Aegon III, where our alternate universe merges back with canon.