#LOYALTY

[aventurineswife]

hii! im not sure if youve made smth like this already and i missed it but may i request blade and any character(s) of your choosing with a reader being sent to the ER? they can be there or be away when reader is sent there, whichever works best for you :)

i hope that makes sense 😭 my brain is super slow and the er is so cold im gonna turn into a popsicle i swear- hope you have a good day/night and remember to drink some water! 💫🪷

Fractured Fate

Summary: After being gravely injured in battle, you are rushed to the medical bay, where Blade remains by your side. As the doctors work to save you, Blade reveals a side of himself that is rarely seen—concern, and perhaps something deeper. In a rare moment of vulnerability, Blade acknowledges the weight of his own loneliness and the reason he can't let you die.

Tags: Blade x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Vulnerability, Fractured Souls, Healing, Loyalty, Angst, Redemption, Imperfect Love.

Warnings: Graphic Injury Description, Mild Blood, References To Past Trauma, Angst, Emotional Intensity, Vulnerability.

The battlefield was a blur of flashing lights, the sound of blades clashing, and the rush of adrenaline as you fought side by side with Blade. His movements were fluid, almost too fast to follow as his broken sword carved through enemies with eerie precision. His eyes burned with a focused intensity, but there was something else lurking behind them—an emptiness that seemed to echo his fractured soul.

You could feel it in the air. The tension. The sense that Blade was pushing himself further than he had before, as if trying to reach something just beyond his grasp. You glanced at him briefly as you struck down an opponent, but before you could say anything, you heard the unmistakable sound of a blade cutting through flesh—your own.

The pain was instant. A sharp, searing ache in your side. You stumbled, trying to maintain your balance, but the world around you spun. Blood began to stain your clothes, and you struggled to stay conscious.

Blade’s gaze snapped to you in an instant. His eyes widened for a fraction of a second, a rare vulnerability flickering in them. But it was gone as quickly as it came.

“Stay with me,” he ordered in a voice that brooked no argument, his tone low and intense. He grabbed your arm with an iron grip, steadying you as you staggered.

“I’ll be fine,” you managed to murmur, but your vision was growing blurry. You could feel the darkness creeping in from the edges, and it took everything you had to keep your eyes open.

“Do not lie to me,” Blade said, his voice sharp. Without a second thought, he scooped you up in his arms and carried you away from the fight. His body felt colder than usual, and you leaned against him, unable to do much else.

The world shifted, and before long, you were in the medical bay. Blade remained by your side, watching as the medical staff worked quickly to stabilize you. The lights overhead felt too bright, and the beeping of the machines grated on your nerves. You tried to fight the darkness threatening to pull you under, but your body refused to obey.

In the midst of it all, Blade stood silent, his expression unreadable. He didn’t speak, didn’t even blink, as the doctors patched you up. But you could sense the undercurrent of something—concern, maybe even something deeper. It was a crack in the shell he’d so carefully constructed around himself.

Hours passed, and eventually, the noise died down. You awoke in a sterile, white room, the smell of antiseptic hanging in the air. You tried to sit up, but the pain in your side reminded you that moving too quickly wasn’t an option.

“Don’t,” Blade’s voice was soft, almost soothing, but with a sharp edge. He stood at the side of your bed, his arms crossed and his usual stoic demeanor in place. But there was something in the way he watched you—a trace of something more than the cold indifference he typically exuded.

“Blade...” You whispered, your throat dry. He said nothing, merely stepped closer, his red eyes never leaving you.

“Why didn’t you—” you began to ask, but he interrupted, his gaze flickering with an emotion that you couldn’t quite place.

“Because I won’t let you die. Not yet.”

You blinked at him, surprised by the weight of his words. His promise lingered in the air, as fragile and as strong as the blade he carried.

"You could've left me there, but..." you trailed off, unsure of how to finish.

"You're not the only one who is broken," Blade said, his voice quieter now. His gaze softened, just for a moment. "If you die... I will be forced to keep walking this endless path. Alone."

You stared at him, processing his words. For all his detached, cold demeanor, Blade's loyalty to his own twisted purpose had always been unmistakable. Yet, in this rare moment, you saw that perhaps, just maybe, there was something else. Something that made his fractured heart beat, even if it was for a fleeting moment.

You reached out, placing your hand over his. His fingers twitched at the touch but didn't pull away.

"Thank you," you murmured, unsure if you were thanking him for saving you, or for staying with you when he so easily could have left.

Blade didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he stood there, his broken sword at his side, a symbol of everything he’d sacrificed.

“I’ve seen enough death,” he said quietly, his voice hardening once more. “I won’t lose you.”

You nodded slowly, unsure of what the future held, but for now, you knew one thing for certain—Blade’s fractured path had found something to hold onto, even if it was only you. And perhaps, for the first time in a long while, Blade had found a reason to keep fighting, a reason to stay.

[witchofhimring]

Disloyalty (Chapter Two)

Book One Masterlist

Synopsis: Adamant of settling scores, Y/n puts a plot into motion. One that will take her right into the royal family.

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Tyrell Reader

Aemond Targaryen x Ellyn Baratheon

Alys Rivers x Aemond Targaryen

Jaecerion Targaryen x Reader

Jason Lannister x Reader (minor)

(more to come!)

Y/n Tyrells Profiles

Warnings: Angst, heartbreak, childbirth, emotional turmoil, death, unrequited love?, humiliation by Ellyn Baratheon, marital abuse, marital consummation, misogamy (internalized as well as external), brief depictions of smut, mentions of rape (not to the reader), morally grey reader

There was a spurt of blood, an ear piecing scream, and the rush of women coming in. 'She has attacked the princess!' Cerilla called out. They all rushed in, then paused, and gasped. There stood the princess with blood on her hands. Metal oozing with blood going 'drip' onto the ground held by her hand. The blood was yours, grasping at your arm with a long gash on it. Looking up with tearstained eyes (which were not fake, stabbing yourself fucking hurt) you whimpered (which was fake) and made a show of trying to get up. 'Call the guards!' A lady cried. Ellyn whipped around and all the ladies shrank back. As if she had turned into a monster. Then she was back on you. Through the pain you smiled at her, a full grin which none could see but her.

With a great burst of rage she hurled herself at you. Nails like talons tore your skin which was further marred as Ellyn pummeled you with everything she had. Your body went numb from the sudden loss of blood and sudden beating. Even in her last life, no matter how angry, Ellyn had never resorted to beating you. 'No!' And Ellyn was thrown back. Warm arms wrapped themselves around you. It was Flora who came to your rescue, the same one who spoke at your trial. Gathering your shaking figure in her arms she turned on Ellyn. 'How could you!' The other ladies were frozen, even Cerilla. None of them seemed to know what to do. The pain had been worth it. Ellyn stood there all alone. She was the one on trial.

'I am afraid this will scar My Lady.' Maester Orwyle examined the stiches he's put in. Admiring the pure nastiness of it you fought the urge to smile. Ellyn would find it very hard to come back from this. 'Thank you maester.' Once the maester was gone Elinor swept in. 'Y/n, by the gods.' She gasped when you showed her the scar. 'That wicked woman!' You let her pull you into a hug, it felt nice. 'Lets get you to bed. That must have been a terrible shock.' You should have felt more guilty that you were. But the satisfaction quickly snuffed it out. 'Ellyn might as well have stabbed me. I just made sure the world knew who she truly was.' With that reasoning you allowed Elinor to lead you to bed. She fussed over you, making sure everything was comfortable. After serving you a cup of warm honeyed milk you were left alone. The drink was sweet and you savored it. Sweeter still was the taste of victory.

To your surprise you had visitors. 'No one would truly care. They only worry that Ellyn made the royal family look bad.' Months being left alone had banished any hope of others decency. Even if Flora had so sweetly comforted you and the maesters fussed over the wound. Not sleeping you looked at the long scar. It throbbed with delicious pain. It felt so good for some of that pain to be focused on the outside for once. Stabbing yourself had been so sweet, there had been rage in the motion. You imagined sinking the metal into Jenna's thin pale neck and watching the light go out. Carefully you traced the line. They said it would heal but the scar would remain. Unbidden you thought back to that night on Driftmark. Aemond had not been the only one to be injured. Alicent, in her rage, had sliced Rhaenyra's arm. Even now you could not blame her. A mothers rage was powerful, could burn nations.

Elinor came in looking worn out, brown hair slightly escaping the up do. 'Y/n, I am sorry he insisted.' Sitting up you asked 'Who?'. Jaecerion came in looking angrier than you had seen him in a long time. 'Elinor it is alright. I will speak to him.' You knew despite his anger Jaecerion would never hurt you. He looked so much like his brother Aemond from a distance. But when one looked closer they could se the differences. While Aemond's rage was cold, secretive, Jaecerion's was white hot. It showed so clearly on his beautiful face, which resembled a woman's more than a man's. His face was softer and his skin smooth. The Targaryens were truly blessed when it came to looks. Even Helaena in her most wretched state had been lovely.

Jeacerion sat down on the bed, it creaked under his weight. You could smell the lavender essence he bathed in. The scent soothed you, reminiscent of simpler times. While Aemond smelt of salt and sweat his brother reminded you of the forest. With Aemond you went to the alcove and swam in waves. Jaecerion always preferred the forest. There was a large three the two of you would climb and sit in for hours. This was years ago, even before time had turned back. How could you have preferred Aemond when Jaecerion was there? A hand went to his face and like a puppy he leaned into it. Jenna had deprived you of this love, curse her. Yet here he was safe and in your arms.

His lips trailed down your palm and wordlessly the two of you looked into each others eyes. Wonder was in those lilac eyes. Never before had you indulged him so. Always there had been a sort of propriety. Here you were, the energy hot. The he broke away. 'Are you alright?' Was he asking in regards to your injury, or the liberty you had just allowed him to take? 'All is well.' You needed to be bold.

You had always been taught loyalty to house Tyrell, then the Targaryens. Well not this time. From here on out you would be loyal to one person, yourself. Every action you took would be in the service of yourself, your desires, your revenge. Inwards you would now look, in service of a new master. Control was addictive and for a moment you almost did not blame Jenna. How sweet this was, to know plans were of your own doing. You would lay low your enemies and bathe in their blood if so desired.

With a hand still on Jaecerion's face you leaned in. Not too close but enough he was reflected on your eyes. If someone walked in at that moment they would be in no doubt what was happening. The desire was so clear on both ends. Lust and love on his end, desire, lust and revenge on yours. Wetness pooled between your thighs. Silently you cursed the guard outside. You wanted him right here, at that moment.

'I am in no great pain.' You soothed. 'For Ellyn's sake I should hope so.' Jaecerion's hand clenched. Desire stirring ever greater you put both hands on his face. 'But I am better now. Thank you for coming.' Leaning further still, your lips grazed his cheek in the chastest of kisses. You heard his breath hitch with desire and it fuel your own. Despite never being a shy girl you had never dared go so far. Bold you had been before, but never like this. 'I am seizing control of my destiny.' You thought.

The next day you were summoned by Alicent. Flanked by two ladies you were escorted to a room where the Dowager Queen sat on a thronelike chair. Other ladies sat in attendance, silent as the dead. Before Alicent were two chairs, one occupation by Ellyn. Sitting, you spared her a glance out of the corner of your eye. She was pale and trembling slightly. Sympathy did not stir. 'She deserves ever second of this.' Ellyn had been more than happy to put you on trial, questioning your virtue. Now it would be her turn. Noticing several ladies standing you realized Flora and Cerilla were there. Hands clenched on the oak chair as you thought they might be used as witnesses. Suddenly uneasy you tried to remain composed.

Silently everyone sat until the door opened. Otto and Aemond had stridden in imperiously. Surprisingly Alicent got up and it was Otto who sat on the chair. 'How odd.' You thought. His cold hard eyes analyzed you both. 'You look oddly relaxed, Lady Y/n.' 'The Seven Pointed Star says the innocent have nothing to fear.' You coolly replied. Little did they now it was sheer fucking triumph that sustained you. Otto demanded to hear the story. First it was Ellyn's tale, which in all fairness was the truth. Then yours, a lie. Otto seemed utterly confused as to which one was correct. Normally he would take Ellyn's side. But you knew the marriage to Jason Lannister was in the works. Besides, you were a Tyrell. He could not simply have you made guilty.

'Lady Flora, please tell me what you saw and heard.' Nervously Flora stood before him. A chill ran down your spin as you remembered the courtroom. 'Relax. She speaks in your favour.' You soothed. Speak in your favour she did. 'Ellyn sent Cerilla and a maid away leaving her alone with the princess. It was quiet for a bit and then we heard a scream.' Otto leaned forward. 'How screamed.' Flora looked back to you. 'Lady Y/n, I think. So we all came rushing and the princess was standing over her with something sharp. Y/n was on the floor, My Lord she was crying.' Otto dismissed her.

Instead of jubilation you felt oddly lightheaded. Before you swam the Great Hall, and your trial. A painful thump was going off and you wanted to hurl. 'Please let this end.' Triumph was gone replaced by this overwhelming, disgusting weakness. Worse still was when Cerilla took to the stand. 'Lady Y/n was very unhappy when she arrived. When the princess asked for her attention Lady Y/n ignored her.' Otto scrutinized her, and then you. 'Lady Y/n, why did you ignore the princess?' Deciding to answer somewhat truly you replied 'I feared that in anger I would say something unkind.' 'And why is that?' 'As you knew there have been certain unfounded rumors spread. When I was summoned Princess Ellyn accosted me. I believe the words she used were "

‘She called me a whore and threatened me with the Silent Sisters. She insinuated that Queen Alicent was lax, allowed me to seduce her son.’ The last part was merely fabrication. Yet the best lies always had some truth to them. Otto Hightower might not care for you beyond being a chess piece. There was a chance that he might send you away, regardless of who the guilty party was. But bringing up Alicent, and the honour of his house, Otto’s rage would fall on Ellyn completely. Otto’s eyes narrowed. ‘Did she only say this to you?’ Suddenly you realized what was happening. If Otto could silence you, he would. ‘From what I hear she has told this story up many. Although I have not engaged in such talk.’

You dared to look at Ellyn. Resolutely the started ahead. Despite this you could see the rage clear as day. Her carefully manicured nails sunk into wood. No doubt she longed to slash you with them. You imagined her alone in a room, simmering in impotent rage. The satisfaction was so intoxicating you felt dizzy. You wondered how far Ellyn could be pushed before going mad.

Otto turned to Ellyn. He did not say a word for several moments. Shouting would have been less terrifying compared to the look on his face. Never before had you payed much attention to Otto's eyes. Despite their colour you shivered at their coldness. The ridged manner in which he held himself reminded you on one who was just barely holding themselves back. This left you with the feeling of being ill at ease. The conversation may not go where you wanted it to go. Deception had served you well so far, but for how long?

'Did you say these things?' His voice was barely more than a whisper. Even you shrunk back in the wake of his cold fury. One hand in a fist it took everything in you not to flee. Any moment that great anger might turn itself on you. Ellyn's thin mouth was trembling Otto towered above her, a pillar of condensed rage. 'I never meant to question the Dowager Queen's person. Only that Y/n may have abused that position as a trusted companion to the Queen to get close to the Prince.' You could not let her get an edge. Going in for the kill, you suddenly spoke up. 'My Lord, if I may, but people are already questioning the Dowager Queen's honour.' This seemed to be too much for Otto. He looked ready to strangle the pair of you, though which ones his anger would fall on was to be seen. 'Both of you...out! You will go to your rooms and not leave until this investigation is over.' Neither of you needed to be told twice. You were only too happy to escape Otto's anger, for now at least. A lady stepped out and you were escorted back to the room. 'You better keep your head down miss. The Hand is very angry.' You did not need to be told twice.

Sitting alone in the room, with the acceptation of Elinor, you wondered if this plan was worth it. A day had passed and still you heard nothing. What if your plan went south? This had been a gamble, one that might not play out in your favour. You had been so angry that when you stabbed the metal deep into flesh the thought of Ellyn's position had not occurred. Such was your thirst for vengeance. A cold wind had blown in from the north carrying pine on its scent. Looking over the forest you wondered what Alys was doing right now. Being here, sitting on that windowsill you remembered how in Harrenhal one could look out the tower window over a sea of trees. Like a great wave you imagined a great black wave washing everything away. Your dreams had been filled with rivers of blood. Shuddering, you remembered how helpless you had felt. You were tired of feeling helpless.

Eventually someone did come at the end of day two. Thankfully it was Catrina. She looked just the same as when you last saw her. 'How are you Y/n.' She sounded sympathetic, but you could not be sure. Experience had taught you not to trust anyone. Catrina was only a little younger than Jenna, and like that woman had long sweeping sleeves. For one moment you felt the urge to scream, until caution grasped you once more. Placing a smile on your face, you greeted her politely. 'Has The Hand sent you?' 'Yes he has. You are free to go where you will.' And then Catrina got up close to you. 'Y/n, it is best to be careful. The Hand will drop this matter but I suspect he is unhappy. Just look after yourself.' You looked up into her green eyes. 'Do not worry, I have every intention of protecting myself.'

Very soon it became clear what was to happen. This incident was to be swept under the rug. Publicly nothing had happened. If anyone was to aske where you got the scar you simply replied with "a simply accident". But word quickly got around despite Otto's attempts to silence the story. People were looking at you and whispering behind their hands. No one, other than those present, were truly sure what had happened. Only that there was an altercation, with Ellyn as the instigator. The only consolation you received was that Ellyn was doing no better. You had been removed from her service, but she still walked the halls. People would look at her and a few shrunk back. Giggling behind your hands you delighted in her troubles.

You had one week until Otto would betroth you to Jason Lannister. This meant there was only one week for this plan to work. Jaecerion would not be here for long, so you had to move quickly. This would all depend on how you approached Jaecerion. Normally you would not like an upfront approach. Being too eager for a man was unladylike and might put a man off. Though Jaecerion might not mind. Everything was a risk now. Jaecerion would likely be in meeting or flying above to keep an eye on the sky. The best time to press your suit would be the morning, when most of the castle was asleep. Despite the risk you felt there was a sense of victory. This time you were taking life into your own hands. No one but you would decide the course of your life. You would marry who you chose, and wreck havoc on your enemies.

One oddly cold morning you waited by an outlook over the courtyard. As you expected the castle was quiet. The sun was just barely over the horizon. With keen eyes you looked for any sign of a dragon in the sky. Eventually you did. In the far distance you saw a shadow just above the clouds. At first you waited, it could very well be someone else. But as the dragon dipped bellow the clouds you knew who it was. Racing down the stairs you were outside in a moment. Jaecerion came in by horse, his dragon was too large for the courtyard. When he saw you a smile broke over his face. 'Y/n, it is so early.' Not that he seemed unhappy at your presence. A smile broke out over your face. Jaecerion took your hand in his cold one and pressed a kiss to the skin. As he let go the surprisingly short sleeve of your dress showed the scar. 'What is this?' Tenderly he took your wrist. Pretending this had all been a horrible mistake on your part, a show of surprise was made. 'Oh! Nothing.' Quickly you pulled away.

Jaecerion did not let up, as you had expected. Once more he took your arm. 'Who. Did. This.' For once you saw Otto Hightower in his grandson's face. The look in his eyes was just as venomous at Otto's. For one moment you hesitated. You could not really say why. Was it the look in his eyes? The sudden feeling of danger? Ignoring those instincts you told him your story, of how Ellyn had "stabbed" you in a rage. His reaction was just as you expected. His jaw clenched and purple eyes glinted malevolently. A light pink tinge appeared on his cheeks, only when he was angry. On instinct you reached up and touched his face. Turning him by the chin you looked up at him. 'I am alright. She will not come near me again.' 'No she will not.' Jaecerion then turned on his heel and stormed off. Quickly you followed in pursuit. 'Where are you going?' Jaecerion did not even turn around. 'To find my brother.' He snarled. Immediately you knew this was a bad idea. This would completely blow your plan, and you did not want Jaecerion getting hurt. Grabbing him by the arm you pulled Jaecerion to you. Taking him by the arm you were practically chest to chest. 'Please, no.' You did not need to fake any fear. 'I do not want to face the crowns wrath again, please.' For a moment you though he might ignore you and storm off. To your great relief he climbed down. Jaecerion took your hands off him and placed his on your shoulders.

'Is there anything I can do for you?' Perfect. 'I just need protection.' Jaecerion pulled you into a hug. 'I will always protect you, Y/n.'

The dreams had come back. Only this time you knew what to expect. Skeletal trees and rivers of blood had become like breakfast or reading a book, completely normal. You were determined not to be afraid. Sometimes little purple butterflies would fly by you. When looking at the trees there were sometimes blue cocoons amongst the twisted faces and red sap. Most of the time in these dreams you conversed with the faces. Much of the time it was hard to make out what they were trying to say. Waking up you knew that finding Alys was becoming curtail. Less than a week left. With a moan of fear you would roll over and consider the worst. You might as well still be utterly helpless. Then you would see the guards shadow just outside the door. Cerilla's spy. Then your resolve would harden.

You had not forgotten Cerilla's deeds despite everything that had happened. Her enemy's spy was still engraved in your mind. A small rosebud mouth, beauty mark, slight cleft chin, a thin neck. Looking for this woman was tricky. You could not be sure for certain who she was. In the halls you observed the friends of Cerilla. Unfortunately many bore these looks, and you could not be sure if your eyes had been true that day. There were several ideas you had, none of them great. One had been that you would tell the guard a story about needing to go on a walk. Then you would hide behind a statue and wait. Once the guard was done talking with Cerilla's spy you would come around the corner and pretend to walk in on them. You would demand the intruder remove her hood and then the identity would be revealed. The only flaw was that she might realize what you were up to. This had caused you a fair amount of anxiety. There was so much to do in so little time.

While warging certainly sounded interesting it did not serve your current needs. Although the idea of seeing through an animals mind was intriguing. The Seer, a rare ability said to be a blessing from the Old Gods, were merely legend according to most south of the boarder separating the North from south. Once you had been just as dismissive. Alicent had summoned the ladies once more to sew in her rooms. As usual everything was quiet. The whole time Alicent rigidly sat on her chair not saying a word. You would have declined the invitation if at liberty to do so. If everything went according to plan you would not have to obey anyone again. However that goal seemed farther and farther of. Still, you held firm. Defeat was not a word in your vocabulary these days. Like a hound you were on the scent for victory.

Ellyn is not there. You suspect that is because there are orders to keep the two of you apart. Or maybe she was avoiding you. The thought sent a shiver of glee through you, to wreck upon her the same misery she delighted in. Nearly you kicked silk covered feet in glee like a child. Not all your enemies were gone. Cerilla and a few of her friends were by a stain glass window. Why were they not with their mistress. You suspected as spies, either on the orders of Ellyn as well as Jenna. Across the room you sat with ladies once called your friends, seething with anger. beside you was a goblet of water you wished to pour right over Cerilla's delicate curls. Would it not just be the most delightful thing if her pride was humbled. Humbled she might be as of late. Ever since the incident in Ellyn's bathing room Cerilla and her company had avoided you. Wistfully you dreamed of doing it again to any one of them.

At some point you decided to depart and begged Alicent's pardon. She did not seem to mind your sudden departure. Down the cold hallway you advanced, alone. Or so you thought. Shortly after you left the quiet stuffy room behind the door opened once more. Two of Cerilla's friends had come out, Erald Swann and Mara Florent. Unfortunately you were somewhat well acquainted with Erald Swann, a self important youth who took great pleasure in tormenting you. Even after two years you still remembered him requesting your "services" in front of everyone. The way he looked at you made your blood curdle. The girl next to him you did not know very well. She was in Cerilla's group of friends but she and you rarely interacted. 'What do you want?' Making no attempt to be friendly you haughtily eyed the pair. 'Where might you be off to, my dear?' You wanted to spit right into Erald's face. Who in the Seven Hells did he think he was?! Coldly you sneered. 'I do not have to answer to you, Swann.' You turned but he seized you by the wrist. Having been completely unprepared for this you stumbled. The girl gasped and stepped back. All three of you must have been louder than realized because several ladies came out. 'What is this?' Catrina narrowed her eyes on Erald's hand. Yanking it away you spat; 'He attacked me.' Erald look affronted. 'I did no such thing.' He protested. Catrina did not look convinced. Mara looked like a deer in headlights, slowly backing away. It was then that you noticed her face. Pale, slightly cleft chin, long neck, a beauty mark by her mouth. Your hand tightened into a fist. 'Pardon me, I wish to be left alone.' Her features branded itself into your mind long after you left.

'I need you to check to hall, someone was following me.' Elinor had been dismissed after preparing you for bed. Once you were sure she way away the time had come. The guard, Cerilla's catspaw, was waiting by the door as usual. Making sure the black cloak was by you bed ready, you opened the door. He looked surprised, to your satisfaction. You had a plan to catch this girl. First, you would ask the guard to check on the "disturbance". When you made the order he looked around and then obeyed. Once down the hall you closed the door and crept down the hall. Hiding behind a statue you waited. It did not take very long for the guard to return. Undoubtedly he did not look for very long, his job was not to protect you. Hiding in you dark cloak at night in shadow no one could see you. The statue hid you quite well. For some time you waited. A cold draft came through the windows, moonlights cool gaze providing the hall with light. In great anticipation you waited for the girl.

Just when you thought this was all a foolish idea you saw someone walk down the hall. The familiar figure came down the hall in great haste. She did not see you in her hurry. With a rye smile you imagined what misfortune she might come across. For a while there was nothing, and then the girl came back. She was down the hall when you stood up. This would be risky. Anyone who saw you come down the hall might be suspicious. Better to show your face as a member of the court than be mistaken for an intruder. Perhaps it was merely in the case you suspected anything. Once she had turned the corner you followed in haste. Carefully you looked around the corner so that no guards could see you. Her cloak disappeared into a room just down the hallway , her guard stepping aside. Convenient for her. Convenient for you. heading back to your spot behind the statue you returned for a long night. This part was the least certain and relied on a fair amount of luck. Only if Elinor came alone would this work.

The night passes quickly for one with vengeful imaginings in their mind. Physical distress meant nothing compared to your emotional turmoil. Nighttime waned as the sun cast its rays and banished the moon. Back on alert you watched every passer by. Servants were starting to prepare the castle for another day. Anxiety started to set in as the minutes suddenly became long. Nervously your hands rung together, teeth biting into your lower lip. This only dissipated when Elinor finally came with a bowl of hot water in her hand. Luck was on your side as no one else was there. Elinor nearly dropped the down when you emerged. Pressing a finger to your lips you hurried to her. 'I went for a walk but the guard doesn't know. Elinor I wasn't feeling well last night and had to walk.' Playing on her sympathy had worked. Elinor had to guard look for something and then hurried you inside. When the guard came back you were getting dresses. He was none the wiser to last nights events.

This alcove had been a fixture in your life for fourteen years. many days you had hid here with Aemond away from prying eyes. It had been your sanctuary. What a fool you had been. Hiding out here had only given your enemies fuel with which to bring you down. Where one this was a place of freedom, it now represented a tomb. You had not wanted to return to this painful reminder of a girl buried. The very idea had nearly made you sick, but there was another traitorous, disloyal part of you that clung to whatever vestige it held in your heart. Going alone you went down the worn steps and could smell wet rock and water. Somehow the stench of Kings Landing did not extend to this place. You could not tell if that was a good thing or not. Warily you stepped into the alcove, which was empty of all life save yourself. Did Aemond still come? Or had he written this place off as an embarrassing part of his past? You were utterly convinced it was the latter. Taking off the cloak you allowed the cold to wash over you. Closing your eyes you could imagine that moment time went back. Impenetrable darkness had nearly chocked you in that moment. That cold and dark had been like nothing else you had ever felt. How lonely it had been. Taking off your shoes you slipped off stockings. The water nearly froze your toes. Wearily your elbows rested on shaking knees. With a bend head you shielded your eyes from the world. Hot tears rolled down your cheeks, carried into the water and washed away.

When you next met Jaecerion it was on his account, not yours. You had just been coming back from the alcove when he walked right up to you. 'Y/n are you well?' Giving him a plastered smile you lied and said yes. He did not buy it in the least. 'Please Y/n. You have nothing to hide.' Jaecerion looked down to see shoeless feet. Bending down he took a foot in his hand, fingertips reverently touching the arches. Looking up at you with those bright purple eyes he gazed upon cold lips. Then his eyes met yours. 'Have you been thinking about Aemond again.' It was not even a question. Immediately you took the slightly trembling foot out of his grasp. 'Just walking. I better head back ,your mother will be requesting my attendance.' You did not even wait for his reply.

Jaecerion Pov

He watched Y/n go, her feet still bare. Seeing her to disheveled and open made desire stir in his chest. His mother told him it was sin to lust after a woman like this. And be like Aemond? Hah! If he'd been Aemond he would have taken Y/n already, and made her his whether crown and faith consented or no. He knew she had been his the day they were hiding from an irate septa. He had been fifteen, she a year younger. He had played a prank which ended up with Septa Clair nearly ending up on her behind. He'd ran before she could catch him. Aemond, Flora and Y/n had not been far away, and drawn to the noise. They nearly ran into each other and Jaecerion had quickly told them his tale. Aemond, naturally, had chastised him. Y/n and Flora erupted into giggles. Aemond had declared he would stay behind and speak to the septa. Y/n, Flora and himself, who were actually children and not old men trapped in a fifteen year old's body, ran. At some point they had been separated from Flora and were in the library. They had found refuge behind a bookshelf and were giggling away. Y/n was leaning against her. He could smell the warmth of sunlight in her hair. Y/n's arm was wrapped around his waist and she snuggled into his side.

Jaecerion had been the third born, looked over son. Visery's was always too busy with a daughter who was hardly around and spent her time whoring around. Alicent, while slightly more involved, hardly had time for time. As a child Jaecerion was not clever as Aemond, not the heir like Aegon, not a girl like Helaena. He felt that Daeron had been the luckiest, being spirited away to Old Town. Quickly Jaecerion realized he mattered very little to this family. Jaecerion was merely another son for his grandfather to use in his quest for power. He might as well be another non entity to this foul house. The first time Jaecerion met Y/n he hardly cared. Just another high born child taken in to be a companion, no true friendship there. For a while the two hardly interacted. She was always with Aemond or Helaena. Then the spawn of Rhaenyra left and Jaecerion was suddenly forced to endure his brother Aemond. Y/n tried to engage Jaecerion in conversation, which at the time he found profoundly annoying. There was no great moment where Jaecerion fell in love with Y/n. He could not figure out the day or hour in which it happened. Only that one day he realized she was very dear to him.

'If you want to be as good as Aemond you will have to study harder.' Twelve year old Jaecerion frowned over the old pages dating back to Aegon the Conqueror's reign. Everything felt so confusing, the words seemed to fuzz together into an incoherent mess. Aemond had been allowed to leave the schoolroom after giving another flawless example of his academic achievements. Despite being the same age Jaecerion was nowhere near Aemond's abilities. It seemed loosing an eye had hardened his brother. His teacher had been frustrated and his mother given a lecture. It seemed no one was willing to help. He wanted to be good, for them to be proud of him, to be the best. Only no one was on his side. By complete coincidence Y/n had been walking by when she saw Jaecerion near tears hovering over the pages. Noticing his distress you walked into the schoolroom. 'Jaecerion?' He was too upset to even be embarrassed. 'Where is everyone?' Y/n looked around at the otherwise empty schoolroom. 'It's this stupid book.' Jaecerion was ready to tear the pages out, regardless of their age and significance. 'Why don't I help?' Skeptically Jaecerion looked at her. 'How?' She pulled up a chair and picked up a piece of parchment. 'Here. Let me help you.' From that day onwards Y/n would sit with Jaecerion in the schoolroom.

Mara Florents' wails echoed through the halls. Surrounded by her ladies she wept. Everyone on that floor could smell the smoke from last nights fire. The entirety of Mara's room had been destroyed. Late last night a candle must have been knocked over while Talia was out. Every dress, book and cherished family heirloom was destroyed beyond recognition. everyone was so focused on Talia that none noticed the absence of one person. A floor above Y/n sat on the window ledge listening to her cries. It carried on the wind and her heart had never been lighter. The match in her hand, blackened by fire, fell from fingertips and onto the ground far bellow.

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Loyalty (I)

Daemon Targaryen x Hightower!reader

summary: the king decides it's time for his brother to produce more targaryen heirs. who better than another hightower daughter to carry them?

warnings: adults only, all characters over 18, dubcon smut in later chapters, arranged marriage, abortion allusion (moon tea), coercion, terrible parenting

word count: 2.3k

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“I won’t allow it.”

“You won’t allow it?” Viserys asks with an air of frigid humor. “Who are you to deny your king what he has commanded?”

Otto seethes, decades of practiced court manners faltering under the demand. “Forgive me, Your Grace, but she is my daughter. I will not have her married off to a man whose love of violence and debauchery trails him like a shadow. She is a pious child. To marry her to Daemon is—“

“A blessing. She will marry a prince and a valiant knight.”

The other men at the table are silent. They'd expected talks of reinforcing the kingdom's claim on the Stepstones or of quelling rumors that had cropped up of Daemon corrupting his young niece in a brothel a year prior. The king commanding a marriage between Otto Hightower's youngest daughter—his only child from a tragically short second marriage—is an unpleasant surprise.

"He is already married."

Viserys gives a taut smile. "Daemon's marriage to Lady Royce has been annulled. By royal decree and with the blessing of the High Septon. It is in the best interest of Westeros that the Targaryen line remains vast and strong and it has been decided your daughter will do what Lady Royce did not."

Otto's face falls in disbelief. He's heard nothing of it. This had been set up to corner him. "She is a child."

"She is nearly four years older than Alicent was when we wed. The queen has proven your daughters are strong vessels for Targaryen children."

"It is different. She is different. She is not as strong as Alicent."

The king shakes his head. "I will hear no more discussion of this. She will wed Daemon and this feud between the two of you shall end once and for all.”

Alicent’s touch is feather-light as she takes hold of your hands. Her eyes wander across your form, taking in the exquisite ivory gown. Its crimson embroidered dragon along the skirt a special request from your soon-to-be husband. “You look beautiful, sister.”

You can say nothing to your half-sister, barely able to retain the tears brimming in silence. A fortnight was all you’d been given to prepare to wed the vilest creature in Westeros. Daemon Targaryen was all you could have ever hoped against in a husband.

Your father stands tall behind Alicent, head held high. "The image of the Maiden herself."

A choked sob escapes you at his words. This marriage was punishment by the Seven for every sin you'd ever committed. For the impure thoughts you'd had of knights. The white lies you'd spoken to save yourself the wrath of Septa Agerrea. The gambling you'd participated in when you’d bet your favorite embroidery needle in a game of cards with Lysa Tyrell. Had you only followed the Faith more faithfully, this torture would not be yours to endure.

“I believe it is time to take your place with the king, Your Grace,” your father says.

Alicent hesitates with glossy eyes. She draws you into a tight hug and whispers an apology and how much she loves you. You have the faintest memory of her wedding to the king a few years before. The happy sister who’d spent hours braiding your hair when the handmaidens failed to do it properly disappeared into a hardened queen round with child seemingly overnight. The smiles and giggles you’d shared daily turned to fond, distant memories. She withdraws a moment later, wiping at her face.

When the door shuts your father moves behind you. You watch in the ornate mirror as he drapes the green maidencloak of House Hightower across your shoulders. The new burden's weight feels uncomfortable.

He returns to stand before you, his expression sorrowful. "I am sorry, my sweet child, for this atrocity. You deserve far better.”

“I could have saved myself this fate had I been less worldly and become a Septa.” Your palm wipes at the tear that had fallen.

He cups your cheek. “Perhaps. But we cannot lament on what we could have done. Indeed we must focus instead on your duty to the realm.”

“To be a good wife,” you state. It was what he had raised you to be.

“No, sweet child,” he says softly, “I fear that I must ask something far more difficult of you. For your duty to the realm must supplant your duty in marriage.”

The wedding takes place in a haze. You tremble, stumble over words, and can not meet the eyes of your now husband nor the Septon. Soon you would betray them both.

For the good of the realm.

You do not eat or drink through the feast. You barely speak. You think you might have danced, though all you remember of it is a blurring background and an embroidered dragon that matches your own. It had stared at you accusingly.

“Shall I call for the bedding ceremony to begin, brother?” the king slurs loudly. If there had been anything in your stomach, it surely would have come out now. It was one vile thought to have him touch you. But to have other men undress you as well?

Your hand is pulled from your lap, enclosed in another twice its size, callous and rough against your skin. For the first time that day you look at your husband. You’d never seen him this close. The lavender gaze cannot have been of this world. It’s too vibrant, too knowing. “Too many of the men here have wandering hands. I’d hate to spill blood on such a blessed day.” His lips brush against your hand. “My sweet wife should not have to endure such tragedy.”

The king responds dismissively. Something of disappointing guests, but to do as he pleases. Daemon takes it as a dismissal and pulls you from your seat. The last thing you hear is the call from many about bloody sheets.

Perhaps the Mother has decided to take mercy on you. For you cannot breathe as the doors to the prince’s chambers close behind you. Death can take you before he can.

He stands in front of the fire, pouring some drink into a goblet. The flickering orange light suits him. Like he was born for flames. “You must relax. There is nothing for you to fear from me.” A lie. There was much to fear from him.

A booming knock echoes through the room.

“Enter.”

Two servants carrying trays of bread and fruit enter. Then they are gone just as swiftly. The door closes once more.

“You must eat,” he says, taking your hand once more and leading you to a small table. You sit and a piece of bread is offered. You take it and, after an expectant nod, take a bite. It’s still warm and soft. You take another bite. And another.

It’s gone quickly. Too quickly for a lady. A bowl of berries clatters softly in front of you. You pick at it slower, though not as slowly as you’d like. They are sweet. Perfectly ripe.

“Would you like some wine?”

Despite the juice of berries coating your tongue, your mouth is dry as you speak for the first time since you’d said your vows. “Yes, please.”

“So well mannered.” A smug smile spreads across his face as he raises his goblet and sips. He reaches over and sets it down beside the half-empty bowl. “I forgot to have them retrieve another cup.”

The crimson red liquid ripples. A challenge.

“You are very gracious, my Prince. Thank you.” You lift it by the stem and drink. It was stronger than you’ve ever had before. The taste takes you aback, coughing as it soaks your tongue. Hastily you set the cup back down.

"I take it you don't often indulge in Dornish Reds."

"No, never."

His head cocks to the side appraisingly. "I suppose such a thing has never been offered to you before. Not within the confines of your father's authority. He has given you a rather sheltered life."

A prickly heat seeps up your neck. "My father did not confine or shelter me. He has only ever guided me to live as virtuously as the Seven wished for all their children to live.”

“How very kind of him to not let you endure the same vices as himself.”

You blink, his words sinking in. The implication that your father is a drunkard stings. He isn't, but you don’t fight his accusation. Selfishly, you do not wish to defend your father. Instead, you pluck a berry from the bowl, hoping to end the conversation entirely.

"Are the berries quite good?"

You nod, not wanting to speak again.

"Might I have one?" When you go to pick up the bowl, he stops you. "Pick me out the best one."

The best one? The bowl is still half full. Which berry was the best? Would he be disappointed if you picked one he did not like? Or one that was not ripe enough? Not sweet enough? What would he do to you if he disliked the one you chose?

It was the largest blackberry that you finally settle on, prepared to hear how terrible the choice had been as you hold it out to him. He doesn't simply take it. He leans over the table, taking the berry and your fingers into his mouth.

The act is heinously intimate. It leaves you frozen and breathless as he pulls away, his eyes alight in devious amusement. "I'm not sure which taste I prefer. The berry's or your's."

Fire spreads across your cheeks. You flinch away, embarrassed. In the escape effort your arm knocks against the goblet. To your horror, it clatters against the table. The liquid sloshes across your front, staining the white gown.

The crimson seems to seep from your womb, condemning you for something you had yet to do. You paw at the stain as the chair clatters on the ground from the force with which you'd stood.

Tears brim in your eyes as it continues to spread.

“There's no need to fret. It is only wine.”

“I have desecrated it.” The tears have not stopped falling and your hands have not stopped scrubbing at it with your fingers. “The stain will never come out.”

“It is only a dress.” He cups your face, encouraging you to meet his gaze. It searches for some understanding.

He would never understand.

“I am so sorry, my Prince.”

He shushes you softly and places a kiss against your forehead. This was the monster? The vile, unholy beast whose every action was an affront to the Seven? This man who had shown you nothing but kindness?

You cry harder.

He is not the monster.

You are.

You aren’t sure how long you cry. But he holds you through it all. He speaks little more than a few consoling phrases, but it is more than you deserve. His presence, arms around you, kisses on your hair. All of it more than you deserve.

You’re finally calm, only left with sniffles, when he says, “We should get the dress to the washwomen before the stain sets.” What good would it do? The stain can never be removed from your soul. Still you agree and turn for him.

His fingers are swift as they loosen the strings of your bodice. Practiced. He is practiced. Behind closed doors you assume, but there were numerous tales of his public debauchery. It has been gossiped that he prefers the thrill of open affairs and touches of multiple women.

“Why did you refuse the bedding ceremony?”

He pauses. “Did you wish to have one?”

“No,” you say quickly. “But given your…tendencies I…I thought…” A quiet hum has your words trailing off.

His work continues, though slower. “You are not a whore in a brothel.”

“Neither is your niece and yet...”

Air blows across your neck as he chuckles. “Has my pious little wife been gossiping about the chastity of the Crowned Princess?”

Your lungs seize at the realization of what you’d just said. It’s treason. Questioning her virtue is treason.

“Relax, jaesa.” His hands slip between the shoulders of your shift and the loose gown, pushing the sleeves down your arms. “I took you under my protection today. You may speak freely to me.”

“I,” you hesitate, freeing your hands of the garment, “I had heard that a year ago you snuck the princess from the castle and—“

He bunches the fabric at your waist and tugs. “Had my way with her in some brothel?”

“Yes.”

The gown struggles for a moment, snagging on the curve of your behind. Another tug and it is a pile around your feet. “My niece wished to see King’s Landing. I showed her and returned her to the castle, still a fair maiden like yourself.”

“Of course.”

“You doubt me?”

“No, my Prince.”

"It would do a great disservice to our union to begin it with lies." He prompts you to turn and hesitantly you do. He is shorter than your father, yet his presence is as commanding. More so. It makes you aware of how thin the fabrics of your shifts were when his gaze drifts down. "My niece's heart belongs elsewhere. As do my desires."

His touch is gentle as he cups your cheek, but the feeling's it stirred are rough and uncertain. Bordering on traitorous.

“Shall I call a servant to fetch the dress?” The words waver. You wonder if they’re comprehensible at all.

They are, it seems as he rejects the offer and slips out the door himself with the dress. The reprieve from his watchful, astute eye is welcome. You fall to your knees at the edge of the bed and recite the prayer your father had taught you minutes before you’d been led down the aisle.

Warrior, give me strength for what I must do. It is for the good of the realm.

Mother, forgive me for what I must do. It is for the good of your faithful servants.

Stranger, lead my children to peace. It is for the good of their innocent souls.

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Do you know any placements in the composite or synastry that indicate extreme loyalty/devotion to one another :)?

Loyalty and Devotion

Taking a look at Saturn...

♄ One of the crucial planets when it comes to loyalty and devotion is Saturn, since it is the planet to which we attribute responsibility, consistency, reliability and the willingness to dedicate ourselves to something constantly.

🖤When it comes to synastry, Saturn making a conjunction, trine or sextile with the other person's personal planets can tell us that the Saturn person feels that they want to do things well, that they want to be constant and supportive. 

🩶Some of these aspects with the Sun/Rising make Saturn person feel a strong loyalty towards the other, a deep respect and take them really seriously. It shows us a strong desire to be constant and righteous with the other. The Sun/Rising person, on the other hand, feels that they can trust the other and that they both got each other's back.

🩶When there are favorable aspects between Saturn-Mercury, it tells us about a relationship in which they will never betray the trust that the other places by talking about private things. There is a strong respect for each other's privacy, a lot of prudence and this quality of confidentiality since they will not tell each other's secrets.

🩶The aspects between Saturn and Venus show us that they both focus on building a relationship based on trust and love. The Saturn person shows the Venus person what it is like to have a supportive, stable relationship and above all one in which they will be respected and constantly cared for. Venus person will teach Saturn person to be valued, to accept love and how it feels to have their efforts recognized.

🖤In the composite chart, Saturn tells us about the way in which the couple commits or the aspects of the relationship that they take seriously. A well-positioned Saturn can show us a fairly strong and constant relationship.

🩶The Sun/Moon/Rising-Saturn aspects help the relationship to be characterized and focused on being something solid where both do the right thing in it. This relationship is one in which there is mutual support, both know that they can rely on each other and face any adversity with ease.

🩶Saturn falling in the 2nd house can be a great indicator as well. This is because beyond talking about material values, the 2nd house shows us all kinds of values, making the composite chart’s show something that this couple genuinely appreciates or considers of high value, this being the Saturnian qualities, that is, perseverance, reliability, loyalty, trust and security. This duo seeks to create a relationship with strong foundations and both seek to constantly reaffirm and demonstrate that they are focused on the relationship.

🩶Saturn falling in the 4th house also reflects this, since indicates not only constant emotions, but about mutual and unwavering emotional support. There is a strong respect for the emotional world of the other, a genuine desire to build a safe place in the relationship and for this union to be full of affection, acceptance and understanding.

🩶Saturn whether in the 1st or 7th house can show a lot of loyalty, as it is something the couple aspires to. They want to defend and love each other, never turn their backs on each other and be together whatever the moment they are going through. They do not give up easily and can be very confident in the idea that the other is the one they want to be with.

🩶When Saturn is in the 10th or 11th house, we can see that both have a strong conviction to always be loyal and constant in the relationship. Loyalty can be everything for this couple, and not only respecting the relationship and not being with others, but also feeling that they can be blunt, honest and direct with each other. Precisely because they see each other in the long term, they focus on showing through actions that they seek the same thing and work with the same dedication in the relationship.

The Moon can be a great significator too… 

☾ It's something I've seen frequently in relationships of all kinds that stand out for loyalty. This is more linked to emotions than reason, since a safe place and a deep emotional connection can foster loyalty.

🖤In synastry, aspects with the Moon indicate that Moon Person has managed to connect on a very deep emotional level. Their appreciation for the other person is such that in addition to adoration and affection, they feel that they never want to do things that hurt them.

🩶When Moon is making harmonious aspects with Rising or the Chart ruler of the other person, it spoke to us of a strong inclination to be protective of them. An emotionally deep connection that makes you naturally caring for each other's needs and emotions, as well as awakening the desire to be a strong support throughout your journey together.

🩶The aspects between Moon-Neptune not only help the couple feel a strong emotional and spiritual connection to the other, but also a desire for total dedication to the other. They easily reach each other's core, providing warmth and understanding, sensations that both deeply value and do not take for granted.

🩶The aspects between Moon-North/South Node make both parties feel this affection and appreciation towards the other from the beginning or at least without expecting it. They show affection and appreciation constantly and teach each other what it means to have a nice, helpful bond in which you can share yourself without fear of getting hurt. A strong emotional connection and a lot of devotion.

🖤Likewise, you can analyze the position of the Moon in the Composite Chart and obtain insights about the strong emotional bond and how both show their dedication to it.

🩶With the Moon in the 2nd house, both parties focus on creating a stable and secure foundation, in this case due to the nature of the Moon, emotionally. It strengthens the sense of loyalty, since both seek security and stability in the bond. There is a deep desire to maintain this bond because of how connected and comfortable they feel around each other.

🩶The Moon in the 4th house is very favorable for security and a sense of belonging within the relationship, things just feel good being next to each other. The couple feels emotionally connected, creating an environment of protection, mutual care and loyalty, as they both find refuge in their relationship.

🩶While the Moon in the 8th house shows us an emotionally intense relationship, it can lead to a connection based on trust and loyalty. Here, the couple commits deeply through vulnerability and emotional union and they can feel this deep devotion and loyalty to each other.

🩶The aspects between Moon-Jupiter favor a positive, loving and optimistic emotional connection, where both support and trust each other. The sense of honesty and loyalty is strengthened, and both parties have a generous and trusting attitude in the relationship.

🩶When there are aspects between Venus and Moon, this couple is focused on ensuring that the other is comfortable in the relationship. They have a strong disposition to love and understand each other's needs and make sure that the other does not lack anything.

Pluto’s loyalty needs to be highlighted

♇ When it comes to Pluto, we are talking about intense devotion, powerful attraction, and a deep desire to be close to the other person. Their loyalty is powerful because they don't connect with just anyone. When they find someone with whom there is depth, they don't leave them alone for anything.

🖤In terms of synastry, Pluto in contact with other planets creates a deep connection and can awaken the strongest of dedication and devotion. A union based on the intensity they provoke in the other and that unique way of connecting.

🩶The aspects between Pluto-Moon make them feel deeply drawn towards each other, they love to get to know each other more and keep each other safe and healthy. They awaken a protective instinct towards others and feel a deep devotion to caring for, understanding and loving others intensely.

🩶Venus-Pluto aspects increase their dedication and desire to keep the relationship strong, while also exploring the deeper aspects of your emotional connection. No matter what changes they go through individually or possible ups and downs in their personal lives, they are always willing to be there for each other.

🩶The favorable aspects between Ceres and Pluto tell us about a relationship in which both empower, care for and look after each other in every way. Both parties feel extremely supported and protected by the other, knowing that there is a deeply loyal and secure connection.

🖤Now, as far as Composite Chart is concerned, Pluto can tell us about a really intense connection, things become all or nothing, a deep sense of belonging that makes them greatly value the bond formed, because they know that no other connection can equal it.

🩶Of course we start with Pluto in the 1st house, where dedication and loyalty are not only highlighted, but prominent in all aspects of the relationship. This couple can be so emotionally committed that they become inseparable, a duo who together can do everything and wouldn't give it up for anything in the world.

🩶The presence of Pluto in the 7th house makes both parties feel a deep devotion to the relationship and their partner, since they have the strong certainty that the other is exactly what they want. Not only is there an emotional and physical loyalty, but there can also be this complicity between the two, together, ride or die, ready to face anything together.

🩶When Pluto falls in the 8th house there is a strong devotion, an instinctive loyalty to the other, a strong conviction not to fail the other and on the contrary to continue giving each other reasons to be together and aspire to something in the long term.

🩶In general, having a highly aspected Pluto, especially through trines or conjunctions, can lead to a relationship in which there is a deep connection. It is very common in relationships where both do not let go easily and regardless of the problems that arise, the couple will emerge together, moving towards a better future for both in which they hold each other's hand. Strong support, unbreakable company that leads them to know a lot about themselves and the certainty that no matter what happens, they will count on each other.

🩶The harmonious aspects between Pluto-North Node make them feel that the relationship is destined, that they were meant to be together, which drives this loyalty and dedication to each other and the relationship. Both are willing and driven to work on their challenges and remain faithful to their growth as a couple.

Juno, the asteroid of commitment

⚵ We often attribute to it the meaning of our future spouse or the traits we would like our future spouse to have, yet Juno is an asteroid that has deep-rooted loyalty and immovable devotion. When you decide to be with someone, you will hardly change your mind, because it is more stable.

🖤This asteroid in synastry shows the potential for a serious commitment or at least a formal and lasting relationship. If there are harmonious aspects between Juno and each other's personal planets, it is an indication that both may desire a committed and balanced relationship.

🩶When there are aspects between Juno-Sun they will feel that they are the right one for the other, there will be a strong commitment from the beginning, a strong dedication to the other. They see each other as someone they would like to formalize with, there is an attraction and admiration for each other's personality and attitude.

🩶Juno-Venus aspects make both of you have a more committed view of love when it comes to a relationship with each other. A loving and giving dynamic in which both have the stable, constant and devoted love of the other. Their ideals of long-term relationships make them realize that they have similar ways of seeing them.

🩶The aspects between Juno-Jupiter, more specifically the conjunction, can make both of them completely surrender to each other and the relationship they form. They see the other as a husband/wife material and show a natural commitment and loyalty to the other. They both benefit from this relationship due to the natural satisfaction they feel with the other in all the possible ways. 

🖤In the composite chart, Juno shows how both parties approach commitment and how the relationship works. Above all, it tells us the exclusivity they give each other and how much they give themselves to each other.

🩶Juno in the 7th house indicates that both parties have a strong focus on maintaining a balanced, lasting and supportive commitment. The relationship is serious and marriage or a formal commitment is a pretty big possibility. There is exclusivity, romanticism and commitment in this relationship, which makes them strongly consider spending their lives next to each other.

🩶Juno in the 10th house shows us a relationship in which both work together for a long-term commitment. They take the relationship seriously, it is not something they play with, and they see the other as someone worth building something with. This couple can be recognized for being very close and devoted to each other and it is likely that their relationship stands out a lot for this. 

🩶Sun-Juno aspects, especially conjunction, trine or sextile indicates that this relationship is deeply committed. They both see the relationship as central to their lives, and there is a strong sense of loyalty and respect for each other.

🩶The aspects between Juno-Saturn make the couple plan to be together in the long term and act to make a future together possible. They are willing to make modifications, to understand each other no matter how different they are and to give a lot of themselves, because the love and commitment they feel with each other is decisive. This duo can be together for a long time and feel a lot of devotion and honesty towards each other and their relationship.

🩶Neptune-Juno aspects make the union of both deeper and more spiritual, it is a good indicator of marriage as well as an extreme and total devotion to the other. Willing to sacrifice a lot for each other and the relationship. Loving and gentle attitude towards each other and a lot of respect for mutual well-being.

Vesta, the asteroid of devotion

⚶ This asteroid shows pure and total devotion. It is that total dedication that you give once you find what ignites your soul, and, in this case, when you find a person who is very worthwhile, someone who you don't mind giving your time and energy to.

🖤Vesta in synastry shows the willingness to be dedicated and committed to the other. They may feel a commitment to each other that helps them work toward a shared purpose.

🩶When Vesta is aspecting another person's Sun or Rising, there is a strong sense of loyalty to the other person. Both awaken in the other a mix of tenderness, love and intensity, they are very clear that they never want to fail the other. They feel that it is easy to trust the other, to give them their all, plus they feel delighted with the other person.

🩶When Vesta aspects the Moon, there is a strong emotional dedication to the other, a desire to care for and care for the other's emotions. They feel that emotionally there is no one who can understand them better than the other. A beautiful devotion that makes them always consider the other person and have them as a priority. There is usually a very strong connection on a subconscious and emotional level.

🩶With the aspects between Vesta-Jupiter, both have this inclination to give their all in the relationship, they enjoy the presence of the other person and it can give them an emotional, mental and spiritual peace that is not equal to that of past relationships. Devotion and loyalty arise naturally, they do not have to ask for anything from the other, they are born to be this giving and dedicated to the other and their relationship.

🩶With the aspects between Vesta-Saturn, both parties have the disposition to give a lot to the other equally, to put the relationship at the top of their priorities, they take this union quite seriously and they have this desire to strengthen the relationship more and more through actions, fulfilled promises and the fulfillment of future plans side by side.

🖤While in the composite chart, Vesta indicates the area of ​​the relationship where you both focus or where you share a sense of purpose and devotion. A very strong Vesta can indicate a very strong and united relationship.

🩶When we have Vesta in the 1st house it indicates that this couple is constantly seeking to work on themselves and improve the quality of the relationship. Mutual commitment and dedication to the relationship itself are essential for the couple. They strive to maintain it for the long term, with a focus on improving their bond.

🩶When Vesta falls in the 5th house, both feel committed to keeping the romantic spark alive and finding pleasure in being together, dedicating time to activities that help them connect better in every way. This couple enjoys a deep and giving yet loving and warm relationship.

🩶Vesta in the 6th house is a great position due to the nature of both Vesta and this house. These people have no problem sacrificing things in order to spend time with each other, there is firm and constant support in both, a strong sense of dedication and commitment and a genuine desire to want all the best for the other. Both help each other in times of need or tension and work together to form a connection that lasts over time.

🩶When we see Vesta in the 8th house, the couple may feel a strong devotion and dedication to creating an intense and meaningful emotional and sexual connection. There is a desire to explore the deeper aspects of the relationship and themselves through shared intimacy. There is a willingness to confront the deepest and most vulnerable emotions, and work together on growth.

🩶Vesta aspecting harmoniously Moon or Venus tells us that in addition to constantly wanting to be romantic and expressive with each other, this couple is monogamous and gives themselves completely to each other. There is a desire to cherish this connection because of how meaningful it is for both parties.