#My Alicent Hightower [ 🥀 ]

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matchup for @coffeebooksrain18

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON MATCHUP

Aelys Targaryen’s match has to be in every world is Aemond Targaryen. I was trying hard in every way I possibly could to provide you a match that wasn’t Aemond, but every technique I tried led to him (she does end up with him for a good reason after all). But lemme start with my reasons: Both Aelys and Aemond carry the weight of the Targaryen name, and their sense of pride in their Valyrian heritage runs deep. I do not see in anyway for Aelys to fall in love with someone who doesn’t already bear the Tarageryen name (even if she was not a Targaryen) — her pride would not stoop so ‘low’. In Aemond, Aelys would find a counterpart whose own pride drives him to clash with others. Aemond is someone who is used to being underestimated or overshadowed—by his eldest brothers even even his younger brother, by his half-sister, and by his status as the infamous second son of House Targaryen—and this struggle for recognition and I think it would somehow resonate somewhere in Aelys’ soul. She is loud and always grasps for any sort of attention, and she is of royal blood. But being born in a family of 14 children and as someone who isn’t the oldest nor the youngest, she has to figure and carve out her own self amidst her family. Aelys’ free-spirited nature would be at odds with Aemond’s more brooding demeanor (we love our local Emo though). Yet they both act in rash, Aelys on impulse and Aemond with some impulse, but a little bit more calculation. Aelys is quick to speak her mind, unafraid to express her emotions, and driven by an innate sense of justice that often leads her to act without thinking of the consequences. I think this might frustrate Aemond at times, who is far more careful in his actions and views the world with a more cynical lens. Yet, I think this constrast between one another with blossom and be some sort of a foundation for their relationship. Aelys’ unflinching loyalty to those she loves would speak on some level Aemond, who, beneath his pride and ambition, has a more vulnerable side that he guards, but he is still a man who puts family above anything else (I’m so sorry Aemond. You would never betray your family and I am still quite upset at Condall’s decision at Rook’s Rest). While Aelys’s passion and wildness would draw him in, Aemond’s intensity and this quiet strength he builds inside him would challenge her in ways that she would find both infuriating yet thrilling. Both Aelys and Aemond are extremely protective of their families, though they show this loyalty in different ways. Aelys would defend her loved ones and, when angered, would go to extreme lengths (murder) to protect them, prolly also using her social standing to make sure that those who wrong her or her family are humiliated or punished in the worst possible manner. Aemond, though perhaps way less fiery in his methods, also has a loyalty to his family and is willing to do whatever it takes to safeguard its future—this sense of duty and ambition to prove his worth to his family is similar to Aelys, who also values the protection and well-being of those she cares about. Aelys and Aemond both have a sense of intense pride, not just in their bloodline and pure blood, but in their skills. Aemond’s skill as a dragonrider—his bond with the mighty Vhagar—mirrors Aelys’ love of dragon riding and her mount, Cannibal. They are both the blood of Old Valeria and Aelys would see in Aemond the same fire and ambition that she feels in herself. Have I yet to mention how obsessive each individual is? Because it would create such a fascinating relationship. Where Aelys’s emotions run hot and fast, Aemond’s tend to smolder beneath the surface. They would help one another embrace this new side of themselves (also can you imagine a new au with them where they did not grow up as children, but met later in life? THE TENSION? THE RIVALRY? I’ll stop myself here,) Can you tell I love this ship?

HEADCANONS

The dragons always seem to dance and people would scramble in fear or look in awe as Aelys sat atop her dragon soaring through the sky with Aemond behind her. Aelys is a competitive and Aemond is not one to turn down a challenge when faced with one. This leads to them at times to race their dragons through the sky. Aemond has the bigger dragon, everyone knew that. But Aelys’ dragon was slightly smaller and quicker than Vhagar. And Aelys never lets him forget that and always insist that they must race. Aemond had definitely got to the point at one point that he knew that Vhagar would not win, but the sweet smile plastered on Aelys’ face was worth every loss to the one eyed prince.

Aemond was one to not showcase his emotions freely, even restricting some of his feelings in-front of Aelys. In the beginning of their relationship, he would not shed a tear in front of her. It felt humiliating. One day, Aemond had promised Aelys he would attend the ball hosted by the Tyrell to celebrate Lord and Lady Tyrell 20th anniversary and Aelys, in such excitement, got all dressed up. Whenever Aemond asked what she would wear, she would giggle at him and tell him it’s a ‘secret’. The day of their departure, he sat by himself in the carriage before Aelys scrambled in cladded in an azure dress decorated in sapphires. That is when it clicked him. She wore this for him. His sapphire eye was not someone he held dear to his heart at all, yet at this moment where the Maiden incarnated in front of him wore it proudly. Tears prickled at the corner of his eye and he quickly blinked them away. It was stupid of him cry. Right? Well, Aelys laughed at him for a few hours so it must have been.

Aemond may be a second son, but that phrase does not deny that he is part of the royal family. Money is handed to him in his hands whenever he wants it. And there is nothing that will ever stop him from buying the most extravagant things for Aelys. Whenever he comes across any rare gems, he has them designed by specialists and created by only the best blacksmiths JUST so he can give it to Aelys and see her laugh in happiness. He would waste all the money there is in his coffers if it meant seeing her smile. And while he loves to give her big gifts, sometimes he would see a bouquet of roses and think of her immediately (he obviously buys it and leaves it on her bed as a surprise!)

Ship Tropes

Obsessed (Aemond) x Equally Obsessed (Aelys)

‘Fuck you’ (Aemond) x ‘Fuck me yourself, coward’ (Aelys)

Absolute power couple that can, and will, destroy the world for one another

Ship Songs

Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin

Judas by Lady Gaga

Blood Mary by Lady Gaga

’UNBOWED, UNBENT, UNBROKEN’

Ok, perhaps you are thinking why I have included a Targaryen banner, despite stating the words of House Martell? Let me tell you the lore I created! I could not imagine a world she is not a Targaryen — she has this madness and fire kindling in her heart that can not be mistaken for any other house. But she was also a Martell! Free, sassy, rebellious and luxurious — all traits known in Martells. (I apologize for how short the explanation is, it makes sense in my head, but I do not know how to explain it!) In this universe, Queen Alysanne sent her daughter, Vissera, to marry the Dornish King in hopes of creating a stronger alliance between both nations. And their son, Qoren Martell married a Dayne women and from this union came 14 children with Aelys being the 3rd child.

DRAGON

I think Vermithor would the best choice for Aelys! They are both fiery and unapologetic, while sharing this fierce devotions for one another and their beloved ones. Vermithor is a beast of strength and loyalty and defiance — he would not let anyone harm Aelys in anyway. Like Aelys, Vermithor is a free individual and refused to be claim by anyone unless they truly impressed him (similar to Aelys’ own picky nature). While Aelys is more passionate, Vermithor would be a more grounding presence and not burn everything Aelys wants him to. That is unless they Vermithor has been upset by something too.

RELATIONSHIPS

ALICENT HIGHTOWER is a mother figure of sort to her. Aelys loves her Dayne mother above anything else, but when Aelys claimed Vermithor at the tender age of 7, she was sent to ward under King Viserys. Alicent, at first, only feared that Rhaenyra would try to wed Aelys to Jacerys ans she could not, in no universe, allow Rhaenyra to have Vermithor as it will only make her stringer during the Dance. So Alicent swiftly engages her own son, Aemond, to Aelys. It was pure political at first, but Alicent grew softer towards the young girl — she was alone and a stranger to this world just like how Alicent had been when she first came to the Red Keep. Alicent immediately took Aelys under her wing after that.

CASSANDRA BARATHEON is one of Aelys’ closest friend. Alicent had decided that it was only fitting for Aelys to have her own lady-in-waiting now that she is to marry a Targaryen Prince and she had already been a Martell Princess at home. Cassandra was the first one sent to Aelys and her closest one too. In Cassandra, the two could gossip, dress up, go to balls and all the other things ladies did back then. They are the prettiest and judgiest of besties

JACERYS ‘VELARYON’ is not one Aelys is fond of. Aelys believes in the superiority of certain blood over others and Jace is a bastard? Aelys is not afraid to show her distaste towards him the second she heard rumors of her engagement with him. She was a princess! And she will remain so. Although this hatred is not only reserved for Jace, but RHAENYRA TARGARYEN too. Something about her had always ticked Aelys off. Why was this spoiled princess trying to ruin her life and make her marry a bastard!? And when the incident at Driftmark occurred, Aelys had felt nothing but hatred towards Rhaenyra. When the king was not around, she would vocalize her hatred at the ‘Mother of Bastard’?

MOONBOARD

[coffeebooksrain18]

Oc matchup trade for @sugutoad hope you like it girly!

I match Myrielle with...Harwin Strong!!!

HEADCANONS

The day they met was at a tourney, she was sitting next to her brother Alaric hoping a knight would crown her their queen of love and beauty. Ever since Harwin was a boy he had a crush on Myrielle, so to see her favor not be taken yet put nothing but pure joy through his soul. He quickly asked for it on his first match and when he won the tourney he named her his queen of love and beauty.

After the tournament, your father and his quickly set up a betrothal, so the two started with walks through the gardens, then picnics by the beach, and at some point, they were sneaking off to abandoned halls to kiss. to say rumors were following the two of them would be an understatement. so much so your fathers agreed a quick wedding was in order and Harwin and Myrielle didn't put up a fight. for why should they, they already wanted this.

one of their favorite pastimes if for Harwin to sit her in his lap and have her read to him. her voice soothing him after a hard day with the city watch, and calms her for all she wants is to feel his touch, feel his heart beat as she rests her head upon his chest. and both are more than happy to oblige the other.

the night Myrielle went into labor for the first time was terrifying for both of them. her because her mother became ill after her, and Harwin cause he has to see his wife, the love of his life in excruciating pain and there is nothing he can do to help. the maesters do try and make Harwin leave but when he refused no one really wanted to argue with the man nicknamed "Breakbones".

when their son is born, a chubby thing with thick brown hair that already curled, neither could stop staring at him. he was too precious, too innocent, for how could they have made something so pure? "what are you thinking for a name, my love?" Harwi asked as he twirled a piece of their sons hair around his finger. "I was thinking...Lyonal. after your father." Myrielle answered with a smile. so Lyonal it was, and just so you know he was a wild child there wasn't one hour one of those two wasn't chasing after him screaming "NO! GET BACK HERE!"

HOUSE

I put her in House Tyrell, her soft and kind nature mixed with her cunning and ambitious nature matches them perfectly! also her redish brown hair matches them as well so it was a obvious choice for me to put her in house Tyrell.

DRAGON

I give her Silverwing! her kind and gentle nature matches Sliverwing perfectly! so much so that even before reading Myrielle's info I knew who her dragon would be. I think when she claimed Silverwig it was more of the dragon claiming her than the other way around. Myrielle was sitting on the beach with her son, Lyonal, when a great silver beast landed next to them and stared straight at her. She quickly picked up her son ready to run away or at least try to when the beast nuzzled up to her and laid on the ground before her. when King Viserys was told the story he knew that Silverwing had found her new rider.

SHIP TROPES

Brute (Harwin) x Gentle (Myrielle) Idiot always getting hurt (Harwin) x Personal nurse (Myrielle) Kind x Kind

SHIP SONG(S)

What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction Espresso By Sabrina Carpenter

OTHER RELATIONSHIPS

Rhaenyra Targaryen and Myrielle don't like each other one bit. at first, they didn't care about the other, but when Harwin came to Myrielle telling her how the crowned Princess tried to seduce him by calling him into her chambers and stripping in front of him. he swore he left and the next day when Rhaenyra would glare his way is the moment Myrielle knew he told the truth. Rhaenyra had turned to another lord to have her children instead.

Aegon Targaryen had always had a little boy crush on Myrielle, she had always found it cute and let him chase after her. He followed her around so much little Lyonal and Aegon became best friends, their friendship was so strong it would be sung well into Aeny II's ruling.

Alicent Hightower was dear friends with Myrielle, she was one of the few people who didn't treat the Queen poorly or in fear, she treated her like another Lady of Court only with a bit more respect as she is owed. because of this, it isn't a strange sight to find the two drinking tea and venting about life.

Larys Strong had always unnerved Myriellle, she would be kind to him but if she didn't have to interact with him she wouldn't. his calculating eyes and how it always felt like he was using her like some pawn. to say she was relieved when Harwin decided to take over his families seat would be a understatement.

Simon Strong was a funny old man in Myrielle's eyes. he loved to tell stories on Harwin's childhood. Harwin tries to stop them but even then he's laughing at the memories. hearing these stories makes Myrielle realize why their son Lyonal is so wild, because Harwin was. Myrielle adored Simon so much the next time she was pregnant and it was a son, she quickly named him Simon.

MOONBOARD

[sugutoad]

GIRLLLL, I absolutely loved this chapter!

First of all, the dynamic between Reader and Alicent is so beautiful and will always remain so in my heart. The way Alicent sees herself as a motherly figure to her, even without being her biological mother, is so tender. It’s clear that their bond is DEEEEEP, and I loved how you explored that. The necklace scene was really touching. I felt Reader’s desire to help take away the pain from losing Alicent’s mother, and the Aliceng quiet strength as she reassures her about her mother’s afterlife made me sob. You made me feel all of it—the sadness, the comfort, the love and then there's Rhaenyra… Ugh, You really captured her hypocrisy in such a perfect way. And I get so mad everytime that bitch opens her mouth. The whole thing with Myrielle and her brother—it made me so angry! Like Rhaenyra! Let the incestour siblings be insectour! It’s not that hard! Especially knowing your traditions! I was cheering for Alicent the whole time when she put down Rhaenyra in her place. I also loved the little details that show how good a reader and Alicent’s relationship is, like how the narrator notices Reader’s nervous habit of biting her lips It’s the little things that really make the characters come alive. And then, of course, the tournament. I’m obsessed with it and I was Waiting and giggling the whole time. The whole thing with the joust and the favor was such a sweet, wholesome moment with Reader too. She was so excited to give Darmom her favor, and that pure joy I felt when Daemon rejected Rhaenyra is actually crazy. I can’t wait to see what happens next! Keep going—this story is amazing, and I’m here for all of it! 

The Red Queen (Chapter 7/?)

112 ac

Alicents pov

I sit next to Myrielle in the royal box waiting for the tourney to start and for Rhaenyra to show. I have no idea how she gets away with all she does, if I did even half the things she’s done today I would be forced to be a Septa by my Father, only love and lust for the gods.

I sigh and look over at you and your friends smiling as you excitedly show them your new necklace, you had shown me it soon after so excited and only wanting to show me your new gift.

“Ali! Look! Look! Kepus gave this to me, don’t you think it’s pretty? Oh, I love it so much!” You say and I can’t help but notice you have seemingly had your hair fixed into a proper style. I’ve been needing to fix that, wonder who did. I think to myself. 

“Ah, let me see.” I say kneeling down so I can face you properly as I lift the garnet pendant watching as the rich red of the stone catches the light making it even more beautiful. “Lovely, a beautiful gift for a beautiful girl.” I say smiling when you beam with joy at the compliment.

“Mam– Ali do you have any jewelry that your family gave you that was a ancestirs?” You ask curiously as you play with the sapphire necklace around my neck. Your correction isn’t lost on me but I let you think I missed you almost calling me Mama.

It is moments like this one, where I know I am not alone in the feeling that I am your Mother. I may not have birthed you, nor carried you in my womb but you are my little girl.

“Ancestors,” I correct gently before I touch the necklace on my neck. “And yes, this used to be my Mother’s before she passed. I have many other necklaces, rings, bracelets, and earrings, that used to be hers.”

I know the moment you catch that my Mother is dead, I hae never told you nor have you most likely ever heard this fact so the tears that come to your eyes are not surprising. 

“Your Mama is dead? Is there any way to bring her back, so you can have her again?” You ask seemingly trying to find any way to take my pain away from her passing which seems to bring your young mind to necromancy. 

I can’t help but giggle at your young and innocent idea. “No, and besides she is in a better place, she is happy with the Stranger now, walking through fields of lilies and havig the sun kiss her skin at all times of day.”  I saw with a mournful smile. 

“Is the Stranger kind?” You ask wiping away your tears with the back of your dress sleeve. 

“Very kind.” I say before teaching you more about the seven and what each one is for and why they are important.

I’m snapped out of my thoughts when I hear the King start his speech before the tourney starts. “Be welcome! I know many of you have traveled long leagues to be at these games. But I promise, you will not be disappointed–”

The King pauses when Rhaenyra tries to sneak in and take her seat. I suppress a scoff when she sits down smirking thinking she got away with something again, and to be fair she probably did with how the King bends to her will.

“When I look at the fine knights in these lists, I see a group without equal in our histories. And this great day has been made more auspicious by the news that I am happy to share, the Queen Aemma has begun her labors!” 

With that announcement the crowd erupts into applause and cheers, small folk and noble alike rejoicing at the future heir to be born. I turn to look at you and see you nervously biting ad chewing on you lower lip it is already getting bloody and chapped. I at times worry if my nervous habit with m fingers has led you to do the same only with your lips. I reach over to hold your hand comforting you the only way I can. you may not say it or show it, nor understand it, but I can tell you worry for the Queen and your future sibling.

“May the luck of the Seven shine on all combatants!” The King says finally finishing his speech witha sigh and sitting on his mock throne. 

I turn to look at you after you tugged on the sleeve of my dress. “Yes, darling?” 

“Where’s Kepus? He said he was going to be in the games, but I haven’t seen him yet.” You are confused as you search for your dear uncle, or should I say Kepus. 

“He will be out soon, but first we have to watch Ser Cole and Ser Aldwin Sarwyck joust.” I say gently smiling when you nod, you don’t seem to like this information but you also seem to understand.

You’ve never cared much for tourneys, finding them too long and too boring. And I can’t blame you, as soon as it gets entertaining it is determined you must not see such violence at your young age. So when Ser Cole unmounts Ser Aldwin you don't clap nor cheer as loud as the rest, only clapping as you know you must.

“Princess Rhaenys Targaryen! I would humbly ask for the favor of ‘The Queen Who Never Was’.” Lord Boremund Baratheon declares holding his jousting stick up to the balcony.

You can hear the chatter of the courtiers gossiping. Do they ever stop? Probably not. I think to myself scowling when I see one of them point to you and your friends giggling over lemon cakes and tea.

“Good fortune to you, cousin.” Princess Rhaenys says obviously not happy with he cousins behavior but putting on a good face.

The less things for this court of vipers to gossip about you, the better. Or that is at least what my father loves to tell me when I even think of running through teh halls. 

“I would gladly take it if I thought I needed it.” He says pompously like any true Baratheon would. 

I hear a pained gasp beside me and turn to see Myrielle looking up at her brother and the lady Cerelle Celtigar seeming to be holding hands and talking. I had heard they are now bethrothed and getting ready to marry in three moons. Such a quick wedding has raised eyebrows as to why they are wedding so quickly, I have yet to hear one that makes sense. 

“Are you alright, Myrielle?” I ask worried as to what has he nearly in tears. 

“Yes, yes, sorry I must have gotten something in my eyes.” She says clearly lying but I pretend to believe her for her sake. That is until I hear Rhaenyra scoff.

“Is that what is’s called when you almost lay with your brother? You know it’s wrong right, to want to fuck your brother or family? That is at least what the rumors say.” She says crudely. 

I turn back and see tears rolling down Myrielles cheeks, whether that be because of shame or rage I can not tell. I can’t believe Rhaenyra’s hypocrisy, she has always found the conquers marriage as beautiful, and yet she sits there berating a girl over a rumor? It must be this that pushes me to speak up, to try and take Rhaenyra down a peg. 

“As if you Targaryens have any room to talk. Were the conquers not brother and sisters, or had I read the history books wrong?” I ask with a smirk knowing I’ve backed her into a corner.

I can see Rhaenyra is ready to lash back when the King clears his throat and when we turn to look at him, he’s glaring at Rhaneyra making her slump back into her chair with a scowl upon her face.

I turn back to Myrielle who is smiling thankfully. “I do not know if this is true, but as far as I’m concerned it is only a rumor about the new lady of court.” I say squeezing her hand reasuringly, before turning back to watch as the Rouge Prince comes riding into the jousting ring. 

I can’t help but smile when you perk up at the sight of him, for if he can bring that smile of pure joy to your little face can he truly be that bad? 

I was so distracted by your excited chatter that you had finally been allowed to make a favor for a knight that I missed the way Myrielle and my eldest brother, Lorent, were staring at each other. If I had I would have noticed the blush on Myrielles face and the look of lust in my brother’s eyes.

“Who do you think he’ll pick?” You ask as you watch Prince Daemon moving his horse up and down the line of knights to choose from. When I see my brother Gwayne I get a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach put push it down and smile down at you,

“I have no idea, though they musat be a extraordinary knight to be choices for the Prin–.” I say only to stop when I see he picked the one person I hoped and silently prayed he wouldn’t, Gwyane.

“Who’s the one with the tower helmet?” You ask curiously as you lean into me on the seate we are sitting on.

You do this often, looking for my touch and comfort, besides the Prince I am the person you seek out the most.

“My brother.” I say fighting the urge to bite and pick at my cuticles. It is not for my sake but for yours for I will not let you gain such a harming habit because of me, because of my anixites. So I will push them down for your sake. 

“He must be a very good knight for Kepus to pick him.” You say in wonder. 

Or the son of the Prince’s greatest enemy. I think coldly.

I hold my breath as I watch the joust, my brother seems to have almost knocked the Prince off his horse. But on the next joust, the Prince leans his jousting stick downward so it trips the horse making the horse and my brother flip through the air landing with a resounding crash that makes everyone gasp. But I do not get much time to recoup until the Prince is in front of the balcony smirking up at us, or should I say, my father.

“Nicely done uncle.” Rhaenyra says with a smirk batting her eyes ar him. I have to fight the urge to slap her as she seems to forger my brother was just carried out of the tourney ring. 

“Thank you, Rhaenyra, now I am fairly certain I can win these games but what isn’t a little extra luck from the most beautiful maiden here?” He says smiling when you walk up with your friends smiling and waving at him.

“It would be my honor Uncle.” Rhaenyra says breathlessly getting ready to grab her favor when the Prince stops her.

“Not you, I meant the Realms Darling over here.” He says pointing his jousting stick towards you.

The look of pure joy crossing your face mixed with Rhaenyra’s look of betrayal and embarrassment almost made my brothers injury worth it, almost.

You run over to grab your favor only to run back and almost tripping and falling from your excitement, it’s a good thing I caught you or else you may have fallen off the balcony. 

“I made it myself!” You say excitedly as you reach over just barely able to reach before letting your wreath slide down.

“It is a lovely favor, it is sure to make me win.” He says making you giggle as he rides off.

“He’ll win with my favor right?” You ask as you hold my hand as we walk back to our seat.

“If he does not then he must have terrible luck because you are the luckiest girl in the world.” I say tickling your sides making you giggle uncontrollably. 

As the match goes on we don’t notice how slowly but surely the crowd seems to becomes mournful. It is only after your uncle lost his bout and whispered something to Ser Cole that we finally hear the news.

“Ali, please say it’s not true.” You plead tears rolling down your little face. 

When I can’t find a response you burst into tears and sob into my chest as I hold you close praying I could take all your pain and put it onto myself. But there is no gods, or magic that would let me so I sit there holding you and carrying you to your chambers as you cry your little heart out as any little girl should after losing their mother.

This is the necklace I see that Alicent was wearing, the one made of Sapphires from her mom.

Special thanks to my bestie @sugutoad for making the header for this fic! I swear I be lost without you Girly!

Also Nymeria and Myrielle are my besties @sugutoad ocs so give her the love for these magical and beautiful characters!!

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"YOU'VE BOTH MATURED YOURSELVES THESE PAST FEW YEARS,"

Daemon targaryen x sister/aunt!Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen.

WARNINGS: Canon typical incest/targcest (brother and sister, uncle and niece, aunt and niece) fluff, kissing. (Idk how to write warnings)

Series

Daenys had some spiralling conflicts with her mind and her heart. She felt a sense of connection with Rhaenyra that she had never experienced before, and it was scarying her. So she decided it was time to pay a visit to her favourite cousin.

7 moons later

Laena, her sweet niece had recently claimed Vhagar, the largest dragon alive.

They were currently flying throughout Driftmark and, 'Aunt, mother, look!" Laena, who sat on top of Vhagar in the saddle, pointed to the ship in the distance.

Daenys wore beautiful blue riding clothes gifted by her dearest cousin. Her luscious silver hair flowed freely with the wind.

Rhaenys eyes squinted at the number of ships, and her eyes widened. The distant sound of Caraxes whistle could be heard, which made Nyx's head turn at the sound, and she let out a pleasant roar.

'Velaryon flags..- " Daenys' shock was replaced with a happy expression while coaxing Nyx to calm down, "Shh, I know you missed Caraxes," she pats her dragon.

That meant Daemon was back from the Stepstones and have won against the crabfeeders.

"Father and Laenor are back!" Laena said delightedly and turned to her Aunt Daenys and flashed her a teasing grin, "You must be pleased that your betrothed is back."

"He is not my betrothed, silly girl. Now, if you excuse me -" Daenys scowled, "Sovegon."

Rhaenys sighed, watching her little cousin fly off in the direction of Kingslanding and then gave her daughter a look.

Rhaenys knew that eventually, the two would get married soon. They both shared the blood of dragon. The other Lords that offered their hand weren't worthy of the precious Princess Daenys.

🥀

To say Daenys was genuinely surprised that a party was being thrown for Daemon in the royal gardens was an understatement. She had heard the rumours of him being the King of the Stepstones, which brought a small satisfied smile on her face.

Everyone present seemed to be enjoying the warm weather. Daenys ignored the preying eyes of lords and knights on her and solely focused on her family wearing a genuine smile.

A servant passed by with a tray of wine, which she gladly took and thanked the servant.

Alicent stood by the King like a dutiful wife she was wearing a tight smile. Though she remained still to the best of her ability while rubbing her arms clearly discomforted by the Rouge's presence. It was clear that Daemon loathed the Queen just like Daenys herself.

"Princess Daenys, Your Grace" Daenys's name was announced, and immediately, the crowd stepped aside for the Princess.

Some were in awe while others held feelings of lust for the silver-haired princess, which made Daemon for some reason feel a rush of irritation.

Rhaenyra didn't waste any time walking over to her beautiful aunt. " Daenys."

"Rhaenyra.' she happily accepted her embrace, and Rhaenyra blushed when she pressed a kiss on her cheek.

"Come enjoy some lemon cakes with me. I saved you some chocolate." Rhaenyra said shyly.

That seemed to catch Daenys' attention and immediately accepted Rhaenyra's hand as she guided her to the dessert table, unaware of the Hightower Queen watching them with an enviouse glare.

"I can't believe he's back." Daenys mused, tasting her wine while Rhaenyra tasted the candied lemon slice in her mouth. Rhaenyra just looked at her and licked her fingers before swiping away the leftover wine on the corner of her lips.

"Nyra!" She whined.

"It's fun teasing you, my dearest Aunt." Rhaenyra had just gotten back from her six moons of tour and rejected the majority of her suitors.

The way she felt about Daenys wasn't simple. When her mother had died, Daenys had been there for her more than anyone. Rhaenyra adorned this woman.

She spent every morning, noon, and night thinking of Daenys Targaryen, their passionate kisses, her gentle touch, her aunt's genuine concern about her. She was a goddess in Rhaenyra's eyes, whether it was her pretty smiles, her pouty lips, or her fiercely protective nature.

Daenys smiled at her, "I take it the tour did not go well."

"They were old enough to be Vhagar's age." That made Daenys' nose scrunched displeasingly, making Rhaenyra giggle.

"Perhaps I have not found the one with the blood as hot as a dragon like mine, yet" Rhaenyra said, looking at Daenys's eyes.

"Let us go greet your father and Uncle," Daenys said, clearing her throat, trying not to address what Rhaenyra meant.

"Wellif it isn't my Prince Charming. Congratulations on your victory, brother," Daenys said, earning a laugh from Viserys.

"You shouldn't have thrown the party. Now his ego is bigger than Nyx, " Daenys said to Viserys, pouting.

'Thank you, Princess," Daemon spoke with a small smirk that held a double meaning behind his words. Daenys blushed at his words. Daemon looked irresistibly charming in his new haircut.

'And I have heard that Rhaenys is considering marrying you to Corlys' youngest cousin brother, Victor Velaryon. He will make a fine Prince consort. He's a good man." Viserys said remembering him years ago.

This brought a fake laugh from Rhaenyra and a hum from Daemon as he narrowed his eyes in amusement.

"Pin-cess!" Daenys turned her head to see small toddler wearing a gummy smile bouncing towards her with her arms out. Her septa hurried behind anxiously, "Apologies, Princess," the septa bowed her head.

" Hello, little princess," Daenys cheered, smiling brightly at the little girl with brown hair. Apparently, she was a daughter of some High Lord. The little girl was captivated by Daenys's beauty.

Daemon watched in awe as Daenys picked the girl in her arms. He had seen her interact with Rhaenys' children, yet he found himself imagining the baby in her arms, was his with long silver hair and big beautiful purple eyes.

His eyes hungrily wandered at her form. She looked absolutely beautiful over the years they've been apart.

Her hair was flowing freely, and it was clear from flying on Nyx. Her cheeks got fuller as well as her breast, which made Daemon hard just by the thought of it.

However, Daemon wasn't the only one staring her, Sir Criston Cole blissfully observed Daenys.

Daenys offered Sir Criston a smile.

"Perhaps the Prince Daemon and Princess Daenys would care for a tour of the gallery," Alicent offered, trying to mingle.

Rhaenyra's lips twitched at the thought of Daemon exploring the gallery.

"They haven't seen the new tapestries gifted to you by Norvos and Qohor." Alicent pressed.

"Would you like to see the tapestries?" Viserys asked Daemon before laughing out loud.

Daenys saw the hurt look on Alicent's face and turned her head to look at her brother, ready to snap,

"He has no interest in such things," Viserys said humorously.

"I'd like to see them. Would anyone like to accompany me?" Rhaenyra asked, trying to escape this dreadful talk.

"I would," Daenys replied merrily

"Oh, then you should not deprive yourself," Viserys told her.

But before Daenys could move, Daemon grabbed her wrist, "Later," he announced and dragged her with him. Daemon lightly chuckled, finding this situation amusing, making Daenys roll her eyes.

"Daemon!" she exclaimed, turning to face him with a mixture of surprise and annoyance.

"Come," he said, his voice low and urgent. Without waiting for a response, he pulled her away towards a secluded corner of the garden.

As they reached the privacy of the overgrown bushes, Daemon turned to face Daenys. His gaze was intense, his expression a mix of longing and desire. Without any warning, he cupped her face in his large hands and leaned in for a passionate kiss. Daenys, initially taken aback, couldn't resist the pull of his desire. She returned his kiss with equal fervour, her heart pounding in her chest.

"And I missed you too," she replied, leaning in for a brief, chaste kiss with a smile.

Daemon's kiss deepened, his hands cupping her face. He lifted her effortlessly, allowing her legs to wrap around his torso. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, their passion igniting like a wildfire.

"Don't pull that stunt ever again," Daenys complained, her voice muffled by Daemon's kisses, "I was in the middle of a conversation".

Daemon chuckled, his breath warm against her ear. "I won't," he promised, pulling away to press a tender kiss to her temple. Setting Daenys down, Daemon smoothed her hair and cupped her face in his hands.

"How's your wife? Mysaria? Was it" She asked, her tone playful.

Daemon rolled his eyes. "Just accept it, you're jealous," he teased, his voice laced with amusement.

Daenys scowled, but he found her reaction amusing. He moved closer, their faces mere inches apart. Daenys refused to waver, her gaze unwavering despite the proximity of their lips.

Daemon grasped her neck with his large hand and grinned.

"There you two are," Rhaenyra's voice interrupted them, her tone light and teasing.

Daemon resisted the urge to scrowl at his niece when Daenys pulled away quickly.

Rhaenyra wore a content smile, yet her eyes trained on Daemon almost smugly, "You seem content on Dragonstone. Why did you come back? There is surely more to your return than simply taunting my father." She asked in High Valyrian.

"So what do you want?" She said.

"Only the comforts of home and to see my favourite niece and baby sister," Daenys felt like there was a whole other meaning behind it but chose not to say anything.

The three moved to the shade. Daemon chose to sit while Daenys and Rhaenyra stood.

"I had not thought you would particularly be comfortable with this home," Rhaenyra spoke.

Daemon poured glasses of wine for the two girls and then offered Daenys to seat on his lap.

Daenys gladly took a seat on his lap while Rhaenyra shifted in her spot, visibly not pleased.

"The adventurous must've changed you," and the two Targaryens stared at her with a soft gaze.

"You've both matured yourself these past few years,"

Daemon stared at Daenys in admiration. She had certainly become a fine woman, and it was certain that he wasn't the only one who thought that. His niece seemed quite taken with her as well.

"My father seems content to sell me off to whichever lord has the biggest castle,' Rhaenyra spoke in annoyance. Daenys grabbed her hand in support and said,

"Your father is getting on my nerves, lately"

"There are worse things to be sold for," Daemon replied, speaking of experience. He had been young when he was betrothed to Rhea Royce.

"Marriage is only a political arrangement. Once you are wed, you can do as you like," Daemon directed his words at the Princess.

"For men, marriage might be a political arrangement. For women, it is a death sentence." Rhaenyra said in High Valyrian.

"Would that it was. I would've been rid of my Bronze Bitch ages ago." He replied in High Valyrian.

Rhaenyra sipped on her wine while refilling Daenys' goblet.

"Your wife has been fortunate. You haven't put a child in her." Rhaenyra said.

"I doubt a child could grow in such a hostile environment." Daemon replied, his laughter fading away as Rhaenyra scoffed.

"My mother was made to produce heirs .. and it got her killed," Rhaenyra spoke heavily in emotion. Daenys remembered the time when Aemma gave birth to Rhaenyra and how much she suffered then. The horrifying birthing scene made young Daenys run away from home in order to avoid marriage and the same fate.

"I won't subject myself or Rhaenyra to the same fate," Daenys stated strongly.

"What happened to your mother was a tragedy. But this is a tragic world." Daemon's words were laced with comfort towards Rhaenyra.

"I have no desire to live in fear. Only solitude." Rhaenyra replied strongly. Daemon smiled at the two women with such newfound fondness.

🥀

As Daenys was getting ready for bed, she noticed a bag sitting on the chair. She moved it and lifted the bag onto the table and poured out its contents onto the table to see commoners' clothing.

"Daenys?" A whisper spoked, a voice she recognised.

"Rhaenyra?" Daenys replied. She turned around to see her niece come out of the wall. A secret door she had no idea existed, "Rhaenyra, how did you even discover the secret passages?" she asked in awe.

She momentarily forgot about the bag and went up to Rhaenyra in excitement, "Can you imagine what we can do with this? We can sneak into kitchens or -

Rhaenyra had placed a hand over Daenys' mouth to keep her quiet, "Now aunt-you do not want us to get caught do you? Now, have you received a bag from Daemon?"

'Yes... Where are we going?" Daenys's eyes widened in curiosity, but for some reason felt a bit giddy as to what they were going to do tonight, Daenys lived for adventure.

"We are going out tonight and exploring the streets with Uncle Daemon as our guide."

Daenys wasted no time getting changed into the dress and cloak. She had pinned her hair up and had it tucked behind a long scarf. There was no way she'll have herself recognized.

"You look very handsome." Daenys complimented Rhaenyra, who was dressed as a little boy.

"Why, thank you, Princess," Rhaenyra replied cheekily.

Daenys reached for Rhaenyra's hand, "Well, what are we waiting for?" The Realm's Delight chuckled at her aunt's impatience. Together, they go through the secret door and into the hidden corridor.

When they reached outside, Daemon was already standing there dressed in a cloak with a hood over his head. "Took you both long enough." He smirked.

A/N: Double update <3

[asumofwords]

aemond enjoys the limbo and goes back and forth between alys and the reader. 🏃‍♂️it was good that the reader and her hypocrite kinslayer could talk about helaena 🐞and connect through it, but his reading... well he's probably reading it because of alys.. 🙄ulterior motives.. doesn't he have any guilt about being with alys when reader and he is linked to fate according to helaena prophecy ? *his obsession*👹I hope she escapes the vicious cycle and gives fire to the hightowers and sits on the throne at the end. 🖤

I would love to know how fire and blood describes our reader and tells her story.. I can't get that out of my head with the picture of our reader breaking into the dragon pit, flying away and taking revenge with her family, maybe she'll burn Alicent first and then I don't care about the order, whether first otto,aegon and ser criston and then finally aemond have to die in agony. 🔥 😈🐉🙌🙌🥳👸

aemond👺 they are connected but he molested her, raped her, humiliated her, killed her brother and her dragon and the list goes on and on... and wants to force the reader to transform into his submissive yet fiery biting wife „get a grip“🙄

Aemond: it is love Everyone: no it is not you are delusional

🤦‍♀️

Alys: do you love me more than Reader?

Aemond: shut up!

*and uses her to stop thinking about reader*🙈

Please 🥺 you don‘t need to update every day update when you want to and feel like it 🖤 enjoy your life 🥀 and don‘t listen to us obsessive readers🖤🖤

Aemond is switching it up so much he’s giving the reader whiplash 😭 this man needs some serious therapy and mood stabilisers Jesus H. Christ 😂😂😂

He doesn’t really feel too much guilt, and Helaenas prophecy never forbade him from fucking Alys so he’s like why not both ? 💀💀💀

Aemond wants the reader to be submissive and also to fight back and gets angry when he doesn’t get one or the other like SIR 😭😭😭

I’m so glad you’re loving it and I absolutely adored reading this message !! 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

[azoraahai]

a creation for every month of 2022

post your favorite or most popular post from each month this year ( it’s okay to skip months ).

i was tagged by my bestie aka the talented and brilliant @harwinstrng to do this !! pls bare with me as there are hardly any sets this year oopsie 

january:

🥀 i only posted one set: geralt + jaskier text post

february:

🥀 no sets in february

march:

🥀 i only posted one set: merthur + sign of the times

april:

🥀 no sets in april

may:

🥀 no sets in may

june:

🥀 i only posted one set: darth vader vs obi-wan kenobi

july:

🌸 favourite: skull rock scene in a nutshell 🌼 most popular: eddie munson: certified atheist™️

august:

🥀 no sets in august

september:

🥀 i only posted one set: on a scale from eddie to argyle, how well do you handle stress?

october:

🌸 favourite & 🌼 most popular: alicent hightower + brutal

tagging 🧚🏻‍♂️: @enidsinclaiir @kingsroad @padme-amidala @gizkalord and anyone else who would like to partake !!

[rhcenyra]

EMILY CAREY AS ALICENT HIGHTOWER IN HOUSE OF THE DRAGON | SEASON 1 EPISODE 4 “KING OF THE NARROW SEA”

[sugutoad]

MY LOVE MINE ALL MINE

Chapter 1 — The New Season

so @coffeebooksrain18 and I were talking about a Bridgerton Au once with our ocs, and this idea came to be! This is a little surprise for my Riley, who is so amazing and I could have not done any thing without her (please please go check out her fanfic, ‘The Red Queen’ if you want good Daemon food on her other account, @ashblooddragons) Also Aelys is her oc!

Sypnosis: 𝐀𝐞𝐥𝐲𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 is set to begin her debut into the society. Born between the loving reunion of Daemon Targaryen and Rhaella Targaryen, she is offered the world on a silver platter. But she does not want it. 𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 is the second son of Dukes Viserys Targaryen. He has no land to inherit and no riches. But, he has one thing that is his - Aelys Targaryen. When Aelys is told that Rhaenyra is heir to the Targaryen fortune, she knows she must find a way to stop it. Sure, she doesn't believe that Aegon should be named Duke, but he is better than her aunt. That is until she looks at Aemond and a new plan emerges. 𝐌𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢 is a legitimized bastard, but still a child born of an unholy reunion between the Pope and the Lady Alaria Dayne . Ever since childhood, she has known herself as lesser than everyone else. When expected to join society, she expects herself to be a spinster for there were not many who would want someone like her in the comforts of their home. 𝐀𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 does not believe the inheritance of House Targaryen belongs to him. When his father newly changed the inheritance to fall in his hand upon his death bed, rather than his older sister, his world flips. This is what his Mother always wanted, not him. Aegon only knows of one thing that he wants, but she seems to be a distant dream who Aegon can only graze with the tips of his fingers. Aegon Targaryen only wants one thing for himself, Myrielle Vallici.

  The sun peeked through the rustle of leaves, but Aelys felt not the sun on her pale skin (she partially blamed it on the parasol her mother insisted on taking with her to avoid upsetting the ever-judging Lady Alaria Vallici.), but a gentle breeze that whispered through the air, softly caressing her cheeks like a lover’s touch. Aelys tightened her grip around the slender arm of Myrielle Vallici, though her red-headed friend hardly seemed to notice the pressure. A joyful giggle bubbled from behind her, drawing Aelys’ gaze back to her mother

  Mother’s arms were hooked with that of Alaria Vallici, Myrielle’s Mother, her face adorned with a smile so bright it could rival the sun itself as Father would say. She leaned in closer to Lady Alaria, the pale blonde ringlets of her hair brushing lightly against the noblewoman’s cheek as she chuckled about something. Lady Alaria stood as rigid and upright, her head tilted upwards as any noble woman should (A giggle blossomed in her heart, but Aelys bit her lips to prevent any sort of problems. Alaria Vallici wasn’t even a proper noble; she was merely a mistress, yet she carried herself as if she were superior to them all. Aelys kept the laughter in, she did not want to upset her friend for laughing at her mother). Oh, how different their mothers were!

  Lady Alaria mustered a small smile, although Aelys assumed it was a smile to seem polite rather than true amusement at whatever her Mother so eagerly told her. It truly ticked Aelys off, her nose unknowingly scrunching and her eyebrows furrowed above pale lilac eyes.

  “You must not do that, Aelys,” Myrielle frowned at her. “The season is starting shortly, and I cannot have you appear in front of everybody with a wrinkled face.”

  Aelys rolled her eyes at her fussing, her eyes wandering off. She simply couldn’t muster the same concern that Myrielle did. It would be Aelys who would be the newest gem of this season, not Myrielle. Her friend had already began her season last year when Edwina Sharma had been declared Diamond of the Season. Aelys simply assumed Myrielle feared of being a spinster as her heart was not so different from other noble women. 

  But Aelys was a Targaryen. And although she was a daughter of a second son, the world and all its riches were offered to her on a silver platter since she had been born, simply waiting for her to claim them as hers. Aelys truly believed that it should have been her father, Daemon Targaryen, who should rightfully bear the title of Duke Targaryen — not ViserysTargaryen and certainly not his drunkard son and heir, Aegon Targaryen.

 “Aelys, dear!” Her sudden thoughts of her lesser family and their possible demise (though she had to admit, some of them, particularly Aemond Targaryen, held a special place in her heart) were interrupted by her Mother’s voice. Aelys swiveled around to face her, spotting her Mother setting down a sheet for the four of them to rest upon.

 “We are coming, my Lady.” Myrielle piped up, pulling Aelys with her. Aelys silently swore to herself as the blades of grass kissed the hem of her dress. She had worn a pale blue dress and for all she knew, it would now resemble the blue Himalayan poppies decorating her room. 

 Ruffling her dress in annoyance, Aelys sat beside Myrielle. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Myrielle nervously fidgeting with her fingers, stealing glances at the pastries laid out before them while glancing uneasily at her mother.  Aelys let out a frustrated sigh, before bending over and grabbing the strawberry tart placed in front of  Lady Alaria.

 With the tart now in hand, Aelys’ eyes betrayed her as they flicked upward. Lady Alaria was clearly striving to suppress a glare. Violet eyes glanced down once at her before a sigh escaped her and she looked away. Aelys smiled at herself, plopping back and trying to not gorge down pastry in mere seconds. Aelys, after all, did have some manners, she was a high born lady and a pretty one at that. After all, she was a highborn lady, and it would be a waste to mar her pretty face with sticky strawberry sauce

Once noticing Aelys’ action, Myrielle grabbed the blueberries laid in front of her. Myrielle did not even like blueberries! Snapping the sticky goodness in her own hand, she handed one half to Myrielle. “Thank you, Aelys,” Myrielle replied with her usual politeness, but she shook her head, refusing the tart. “I am.. I am not hungry.”

 Aelys’ smile faltered. Who would ever refuse a strawberry tart? “Myrielle needs to be in shape for this season. We can not have her left without a suitor again.” said Lady Alaria and Aelys got her answer. Mother bit her own lip, not entirely knowing what to say. Aelys snapped her head toward her, her eyes wide as she let out a breathy chuckle. “Perhaps the girls would be better off on a stroll?” Mother intervened, placing a gloved hand on Lady Alaria’s shoulder

“Without a chaperone?” Lady Alaria countered. 

 “Do not fret, Mother. We shall stay near.” Myrielle spoke up, her throat bulging as she swallowed hard. Never had Aelys wanted to hit an older women, but this truly was tempting her. Lady Alaria let out huff, her head motioning for the girls to leave. What sort of Mother would ever think such things of her daughter? Aelys silently prayed—Myrielle’s habits were beginning to wear off on her—and thanked God for her own gentle mother, who would sit with Aelys while she cried over a tear in her dress and later buy her a prettier one. Myrielle, of all people, deserved a mother with a soul as gentle as her own.

 The two silently walked and Aelys had a sudden urge to straighten her back as Myrielle had. Although the two girls had attended the same etiquette classes — that is where they had met afterall — Aelys did pay much attention nor care for the lessons. She already knew this all, why should she learn it again? Perhaps this is why her and Myrielle had not quite been friends back then as Myrielle preferred the company of Daphne Bridgerton over her own. 

“It would not be so bad,” Myrielle shattered the silence and Aelys could only look at her in confusion. Upon noticing her face, Myrielle let out a laugh. “I mean, it would not be so bad if I were to be a spinster. My brother would support me. And…” 

 Myrielle turned to her, grasping onto Aelys hands and pulling them near her. “And perhaps, we both can be spinsters!” She began giggling and Aelys could not, but joined in. The two girls giggled and giggled over such a ridiculous idea. But deep down, Aelys wondered if perhaps it wasn’t so absurd after all. A life free from the expectations of a rich lord—who could very well be older than her own father—might be the ideal life. 

Myrielle’s laughter died down, replaced by a wistful smile. “Though my lady mother might poison me if I don’t marry this year. She is still quite upset that I did not marry Anthony Bridgerton.”

 Aelys rolled her eyes at the mention of his name. “He is a douche with the most horrible sideburns. You deserve someone better.” Myrielle smiled at her..

“And you deserve someone as great as you.”

Aelys did not want someone as great as her. She did not want anyone.

She shook her head. “Not a single man in this ton fits my fancy. They are all unsuitable.”

Myrielle raised an eyebrow, her red lipstick smudging slightly at the corners of her lips. “No one? Not even Aemond Targaryen?”

Aelys huffed out a laugh, her hands quickly covering her face. She wanted to rip her eyeballs off, but her nails were done so well today she could not bear to ruin them in crimson. “He is my uncle! My Mother’s own brother!” Aelys hissed. Aemond was handsome. He was brave and intelligent. But he was her uncle from Grandfather Viserys’ second wife, the Lady Alicent Hightower. And Aelys? She was the daughter of Viserys’ second daughter with his first wife and cousin, Lady Aemma Arynn. 

It wasn’t that Aelys cared what others thought; she would damn them all if she could. But she could never disgrace her mother or father like that. So much scandal had already followed when her mother married her own uncle, and Aelys would not allow her gentle mother’s soul to endure such disgrace again.

 It seemed Myrielle quickly took note of her thoughts. She always did. “Of course, Aelys,” she smiled. “He is your uncle, and nothing more.”

 Aelys jabbed a finger in Myrielle’s arm. “You should not be speaking such! Not when Aegon Targaryen exists.” Aelys smiled in triumph as Myrielle cheeks turned into a hue almost identical to the red ruby hanging near her chest by a golden thread — given by Aegon. “There is absolutely nothing concerning him! Of that I can assure, my dear.” 

 Myrielle looked away, doing a poor job of hiding her embarrassment. “Of course, Myrielle,” Aelys mocked. “He is your… What exactly is he even?” Myrielle glanced back at her, her lips quivered upwards. She leaned in close, her lips only a fingertip away from Aelys’ ear.  

“Perhaps, we can marry both brothers and be sisters!”

  Aelys stepped back, a grin plastered on her face. The absurdity of that remark almost made her laugh. 

 “Aelys! Myrielle!” Her mother’s voice echoed from across the bridge, a faint sound that snapped Aelys back to reality. She hadn’t realized how far they had strayed from their mothers. Glancing at Myrielle, Aelys noticed the light in her friend’s eyes dim, a sigh escaping her lips. A part of Aelys felt guilty for some strange reason, not that she even was!

 Aelys locked her fingers with Myrielle. “That would be nice.” Myrielle smiled back at her and the two girls began to head back.

 It truly would be nice. 

[sugutoad]

matchup for @coffeebooksrain18

GREEK MYTHOLOGY MATCHUP

I ship you with Hecate — Goddess of Magic and Witchcraft. Hecate, known for her connection to the moon, Magic and the unseen, aligns in a similar manner with your introspective nature and your love for dark themes.. Both of you sometimes face misunderstandings due to your blunt honesty and RBF, and for Hecate, it is is often because of her much darker realm. But magic in truth is not harmful nor deadly, it is the person who wields the power that chooses to be such. Hecate would adore your honesty and your ability to get through any sort of tension to stand up for what you believe (she, herself, is a minor goddess so overlooked and she always has to stand up for her own self, and your presence and confidence only helps more). Hecate is known for many things, but above all else, she is fierce in her loyalty to Hades. She would cherish you so deeply, giving everything and laying it at your feet. Hecate's more soothing aura would temper your fire, navigating you through bouts of anger with the grace you would need. The both of you are cunning and intelligent, and never backing down from anything (can you imagine the bicker?). Hecate is often linked to animals, particularly dogs, which resonates in a way with your love for animals (Willow!) You, like her, are cunning and independent—which align with Hecate’s nature. And as a little bonus, your fascination with dragons, mythical creatures, and darker themes would fit so well with Hecate’s realm of magic and the supernatural.

HEADCANON

To clarify in this world, you are the youngest of Leto’s children. Your elder siblings couldn’t be much different, yet they were still twins. It was always them together (you found yourself a mix of them). And although you were your Mother’s favorite, it was lonely to grow up without someone who would always be with you as a companion. Leto quickly took notice of it and introduce you to Hecate. Although older than you, you found it easy to be around with her. You first met her underneath a Willow tree, when she poked her head from the leaves, scaring you. But she laughed and quickly you began to laugh too. She understood you better than any of your siblings and she challenged you to be this better person. Hecate was supposed to be a sister to you… but alas, the fates were having quite a giggle to themselves as they weaves your strings. When she had to leave for the underworld, she were persistent that she could be a Goddess here instead. Here with you. As a parting gift, she presented you with a dog (who you would later name Willow, afterall you did meet Hecate underneath a Willow tree).

Although each myth differs, the most consistent one is this story of yours and Hecate. Although many people may assume the northern auroras were created by Selene or Artemis, it was in fact Hecate. The day she declared her love for you and took you in her arms, she used magic to illuminate the night sky in colors of purple and green, knowing that those were your favorite colors. She later took you to the underworld in a chariot of diamond, guided by two horses. Each horse was a deep black, covered in the shadows in truth, but its skin was slightly translucent, allowing you to see gleaming white bones.

Both you and Hecate are quiet individuals and this actually allows both of you to stay in each other’s comfort zone at times (unless Hecate is having one of her mood swings, she will probably push you to your limits at times). But can you imagine it? The room softly illuminated a dim glow as the fire crackles near you (although a cold chill still brushes against your skin at times). Hecate is half-dozed off, her gaze so soft while looking at you as you are in her arms. CAN YOU IMAGINE?

Ship Tropes

wonders why everyone is scared of them (You) x the scary shadow (Hecate)

Not sunshine nor moonlight, but an eclipse

lalala x okokok (alters all the time)

Ship Songs

E.T by Katy Perry

Say Yes to Heaven by Lana De Ray

GODDES OF… WHAT?

You are the Goddess of Introspection and Truth, you personified the ability to guide others on their journeys of self-discovery, showing the paths meant and hidden for people. Your power is simply hidden in your brutal honesty and deep emotional insight, helping those who seek your counsel to confront their vulnerabilities (something that tends to me an humans biggest fear at times) and truly embrace themselves. You serve as a beacon of clarity, revealing hidden truths, fostering emotional growth and to help encourage others to navigate their feelings with courage and understanding. Your connection to nature and its creatures only acts a bonus, as you understand the unspoken words an animal may carry, while offering them companionship and solace. You are often symbolized by a mirror that reflects the soul and with a soft illuminating light around it to show the haven you create for others.

COMPANION

Athena has her owl, Hermes has snakes, but you? Who do you have to represent you and be with you as a companion? Your animal symbol is the Raven. Ravens are often associated darker themes such as death, but they also symbolize wisdom, insight, and transformation, representing both the light and darkness that you navigate others on. Like you, Ravens are known for their intelligence and ability to see beyond the surface, which perfectly aligns with you.

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HARRY POTTER MATCHUP

I ship you with Draco Malfoy — almost everyone’s favorite Slytherin boy. You might be questioning my mental state right now for this matchup, but listen to what I need to say. First and foremost, both of you share a keen intellect and quick wits (many people do forget that Draco was, I believe, 2nd in his classes and he is quite quick with comebacks and insults too). Your straightforward honesty and blunt nature may or may have not catch him off guard for the first few times (no one dares to ever speak to him in such a tone or honesty), but I think it would help him grow now that someone is finally not afraid to speak their mind in his presence. Draco’s Slytherin- like cunning nature is similar to of your own sharp mind. In a world where you sometimes feel misunderstood or judged, he would be your your biggest protector. He has been in similar situations, but it was him who judged others. Now, he knows how to protect his loved ones from experiencing similar situations. He would cherish you so greatly! The common background of being Slytherins provides a further layer of connection between you two. Draco understands the pressures that come with family expectations and the desire to prove oneself, which mirrors your experience as the youngest sibling. You both have navigated familial dynamics that can feel overwhelming at times, fostering a sense of empathy and understanding in your relationship. This shared experience would allow you to confide in one another, discussing the complexities of your lives and supporting each other through challenges. Also he fits your type so well! He is rather mysterious with pale blond hair falling on his foreheads he is cunning and quick-witted (if he were not, he would not survive a day in the Slytherin common room). Both of you are accustomed to being misunderstood, which create a starting ground for empathy in your relationship. Your blunt honesty, is sometimes perceived as rudeness by many, which leads them to think wrongly of you at first glance. Draco, in a similar way, is often misunderstood for being a rude bully, but unlike you, he fell into their words and slowly became what they believed of him. He becomes your safe space, while you become his. (See, I am not insane!)

House

You belong in house of Slytherin. Navigating through this house as a half-blood was difficult at first, but once a few years went by, it was your own home. Listen, you already stated your house and I was tempted to give you anything but Slytherin. So I read and read your information, and Slytherin was by far your best match. Your strong sense of determination and ambition is one of the defining characteristics of this house. Slytherins have this internet drive to achieve their goals in order to be above everyone else and your resilience in facing challenges reflects that tenacity. You’re not afraid to be bluntly honest, which can sometimes come off as harsh or mean, and many Slytherin are often perceived as such simply because of their house. Your stubbornness is another trait that fits the Slytherin mold (although most would believe it’s would match Gryffindor, I think it is a trait that fits both houses); it shows your commitment to your beliefs and your refusal to back down easily. You are cunning and quick-witted, both traits found ingrained in almost Slytherins.

Patronus

Your patronus is a wolf. While I found no proper explanation of my own, I tried to get some info there and there. Like you, people with the wolf patronus tend to resilient and intelligent. You grew up as a youngest child, and from this, I think you know the importance of having a family which aligns with wolves showing great dedication to their packs. You are close with your family, and a life without them is one you can not imagine. Wolves also symbolize your loyalty and since wolves are a symbol of guardianship, it is quite similar with your own nurturing nature. I admit, this is a strange and rare patronus for a Slytherin who are known for their own independence, while you appreciate comfort, consistency and a family. Also I jusr had to give you some sort of dog because I am aware of your great love of them.

HEADCANONS

Born a half-blood (your mother had been a witch and your father a muggle), you believed that navigating a life through a house that was often known to be against pure blood meddling with what they believed to be ‘dirty blood’, would be hard. And while a few Slytherins left you to be, Draco always seemed to be pointing it out. Your Father always told you to simply ignore him when you sent a letter in frustrations, and so you did. But for some reason, this annoyed Draco so much more. Why were you ignoring him? And his shit-minded head thought if he was even ruder to you, you might look at him once again (even if it was a look of disgust — a win is after all a win). And one day, it simply got to you. Fuck everything you were thought! You went to Draco, a wand angled near his throat and yet the bastard (who was trying to hide his fear so hard with his quivering lips) had the nerve to smile? Out of pure rage that you could not hold in yourself, you hexed him with a spell that only allowed for him to speak in love poem — now, he can not say a single rude thing towards anyone. Professor Snape saw this as a bullying of sort and no matter how hard you justified your action as helping the school become a better place, both you AND Draco were put under detention in your 3rd grade. While sitting around in silence, you wanted to say something to him without him speaking back in love poem again. That is how bored you were. You took out your wand, and took away his the spell casted on him. And oh was he smug about it. “You were falling in love with me weren’t you?” And you hissed back at him “I would never fall in love with you, Malfoy. I’d rather kiss a hippogriff.” And you meant it.

And the truth is, the both of you believed in that. It was during your 4th year when Snape called for you to demonstrate how Amortentia works. You knew the functions of the love potion and how to make it — you had no earned the 2nd highest mark in your potion class without reason after all. Taking a whiff of the said potion, your heart dropped as you inhaled a mixtures of old books, cinnamon, a hair gel of sort and… an apple. Snape asked what you had smelled only to receive a nothing from you. You lied that you could not pick out the scent, although your rather pink face said otherwise, but Snape did not pester you any further and asked you to sit back down. He continued the lesson, yet the entire time, you couldn’t help, but look at the blond boy in front of you. Draco would later pester you nonstop, continuing to ask who you got. Why did he even care?

It wouldn’t be until later in your 4th year when your romance truly blooms. Draco wasn’t that excited to go nor did he have a partner, but when all of you were lounging in the Slytherin common room, Pansy Parkinson asked if Draco would like to go with her. Out of pure panic, he looked immediately at his best friend, Blaise who shrugged at first before deciding to save Draco’s arse. “Draco can not go with you. He already has a date with….,” Blaise’s eyes scan the room before landing on you, a smirk on his face. “With Riley.” Before you could say anything, you looked at Draco who mouthed the word ‘please’ to you and a part of you wanted to say no, but your response was a simple yes once you realized that everyone had been looking at you and you couldn’t say no. During the Yule ball, Draco… well, he look actually nice. Dressed in green yourself, you gave him an awkward smile. The dance had been sort of nice. Draco was a good dancer and he offered to get you a glass of juice later! It had been around when the party almost ended when he offered to take you back to your dorm and you could not refuse such a kind offer. Before you left to close the door, he smiled at you and said “also, you look.. you look really good.”

I do not think you got together until many years after Hogwarts. Draco’s wife, Astoria Greengrass, died during her childbirth a few years ago, leaving only Draco and his son. When you printed out your first book, a book for little kids, Draco went to buy it from you. He could have bought it from a store, but a nerve in him itched to see you again. With Scorpius in his arms, he waited in line, his heart beating louder as every person walked by. Seeing Draco was a shock for you, especially for him to have a little child! Before leaving the store, he walked up to you. “It was nice to see you again.” And you couldn’t help, but smile back. The next time you saw him was at a cafe as he sat alone. You wanted to sit with him, but what if you were annoying him. You took in a breath and walked to him, asking top if you could sit here. The two of you talked for a bit, catching up on everything (Draco even apologized for his past actions!). The two of you would continue to meet up like that and I believe you became close friends. When you told him that it was him who you smelled in 4th year, he began to laugh. “I should take you on date then, should I not?” You only looked at him in confusion, but he waited for your answer. He was not joking!? And I think from there, the both of you just fell in love…

Ship Tropes

Enemies to Lovers

‘I feel broken’ (Draco) x ‘um… I have a bandage?’ (You)

A bitch to everyone else (Draco) x his soft spot (you)

Ship Song

Dark Paradise by Lana de Ray

Car’s Outside by James Arthur

Derniere Danse by Indila

Relationships

RON WEASLEY is someone I fear does not like you. It is mainly the fact that he does not truly know you. Due to being sorted in different houses, neither of you really interacted. You have heard many stories about him and Harry Potter, and I believe a part of you holds some admiration toward him. Ron, on the other hand, was practically raised to hate Slytherins. The second you were sorted in your house, you were immediately on the list of people he did not like (most of the list consists of Slytherins if that makes you feel any better). 

HERMIONE GRANGER is in a similar situation as Ron. But unlike him, she tries to give you a chance. The two of you sat beside each other on the train before Neville lost his toad and both of you went to search for it. When you were sorted into Slytherin, she wanted to demonize you like how Ron did for all the Slytherins. But a part of her could not. Before any labels were put on either of you, the two of you had become quick friends on the train. When you had found Hermione alone in her first year, you ignored the norm of hating Gryffindors and went to sit beside her. I think it is similar to those strained relationships that talk a lot with one another when they have the chance, but besides that, they might say an occasional hello or nod as you're walking down the halls. After Hogwarts, the two of you became closer and because of your friendship, even Ron got over his hatred of Slytherins. 

SEVERUS SNAPE thinks of you as his star student. While Hermione may score the highest marks, you share a true passion for potions — something he finds rarely in students. And.. a part of you reminds him of Lily. From the way you laugh and the way you help your friends and stand up for what you believe is right, he sees his first love in you. And I think a part of him hates you for that. All the anger he repressed is usually thrown in Harry’s way, but at times, when he looks at you, the anger grows (poor Harry…)

PANSY PARKINSON is a complicated relationship. In her, you believed you found a friend and you did! The two of you sit together, stay late up at night giggling about whatever occupies your mind and help one another with your homework. She didn’t really care that you were a half-blood, at least you had some proper blood in you and you were in the right house. But for a year (your 4th year), she hated you. Well, not hated. She was envious. Since her first grade, she has had a crush on Draco, so when you went to the Yule Ball with him, she felt almost as if you betrayed her. For the remainder of the year, she isolated herself from you and you were confused, but you gave her distance. Near the end of the year on the train, she quietly sat beside you and you sorted out your friendship then (you almost threw up when you heard that she thought you liked Draco. Almost.)

MOONBOARDS

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GAME OF THRONES MATCHUP

I ship you with… Brienne of Tarth — the lady knight. She is women with the rare combination of having strength, loyalty, and complexity all in one that perfectly would complement your personality. Like you, Brienne often feels like an outsider in a world that doesn’t always understand her, she is too different, too wrong for them. She’s fiercely dedicated to her principles and has a strong sense of justice, which I think is quite aligned with your own values of honesty and integrity. She would adore your honesty rather than share a sort of disdain towards it like most, as Brienne values sincerity and forthrightness. You do need not to feed judgment or being misunderstood in her presence for she may have quite a straightforward personality, but she is someone with a kind heart (which is a trait that I believe most people overlook). She will stand by you through everything — not to mention, her loyalty towards other is one that beautifully aligns with your nurturing nature. You both desire to protect what you care about and neither of you are afraid to stand in the face of judgement. She is steadfast and reliable and give you a shoulder to lean on, alway providing you emotional security.

HEADCANONS

Brienne does not fall in love easily, nor does she ever expect for someone to love her. Why would they? None ever treat her properly, so to think that someone who is willing to hold her in their arms, to wake up next to them or to wait for her, is an absurd thought. But you? You stood by her the second she met you at Wintefell, a Karstark sigil decorating a thick winter cloak. With you, she found it easy to express herself. She is a women who has built walls around her vulnerable heart, but you knew that even the strongest of walls can be teared by piece by piece when it begins to crack.

Also she remind you so much of a puppy! As someone who grew up with dogs, being around Brienne made you feel secure. With the way she smiled and spoke, the way she followed you around reminded you so much of you dog, Willow. (While you Stark cousins had direwolves, you had Willow AND Brienne, hah! Beat that).

I imagine this relationship came to be after the event of Game Of Thrones. Brienne believed Jaime would be her happy ending, but oh how wrong she had been as he trotted away in his horse to save his sister, knowing perfectly that his life could end. It had been you who woke up at the hour of the wolf to find Brienne out in the snow, tears slipping down her face. You always believed her to be the strongest, yet in this moment, she was so vulnerable and weak and it was you who saw her in that state. That is another reason why it works so well. While you and others have seen her warrior side, so few have seen the gentle women underneath all that exterior.

Ship Tropes

‘Let me show you that I love you’ (Brienne) x ‘darling, you do not need to kill others for that’ (you)

Gentle giant (Brienne) x stores all anger in shorter body (you)

She was sunshine (Brienne) x I was midnight rain (you)

Ship Song

Dandelions by Ruth B

Talk by Hozier

MOONBOARD

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at first I saw the banner and I’m like “so pretty!” And then realized I made it 😭 BUT THE TENSION? you already warned me about it but I lowkey died screaming while reading that. It made me burst in joy which is a huge improvement for me since I was upset at the thought of Alicent losing her mother in the beginning

This Mysterious Love (Prolouge/?)

How could they ever want someone like me, I'm broken, I'm ruined, I'm nothing, and them? They are radiant, they are whole, they are everything. If only I was worthy of him. If only I was worthy of her.

Alicents pov

I stand outside of the carriage when I see Syrax land with Rhaenyra. 

“Syrax is growing quickly, she'll be the size of Caraxes soon enough.” 

“That's large enough to saddle two.” She says, I can see the hope in her eyes that I'll agree but can't. Father would have me locked in the Sept for three days, the only sustenance being the wisdom of the gods. Thankfully I don't want to ride on a dragon.

“I'm perfectly content as a spectator thank you.” I say before turning to sit in the carriage again. 

On the ride back Rhanyra continues to try and convince me to agree to fly with her. She isn't used to the word no, so I understand why she acts the way she does. though that doesn't mean it doesn't annoy me. 

When we make it to the keep she insists on seeing her mother. No matter how hard I try I can't fight the bitterness that I lost mine. Rhaenyra can't seem to stop talking about memories between her and her mother, about their plans once her sibling is born. For I can never do that, I can barely remember what mine looked like. I remember how she made me feel safe, loved, and cherished, but not her eyes, smile, or hair.

 How can you truly know if you love someone if you can't even remember them? 

When we make it to the Queen's chambers I stand by the door letting Rhaenyra greet and meet her mother alone. I only speak to greet the Queen as is proper. 

I look around the room taking in the scent of Lavender the Queen adores. Then the sweet scent of vanilla fills me the one I always put in my hair. A smile comes to my face as I remember the sent on my mother. How it always makes me think of a warm hug. It instantly calms my nerves as I take in the Midwives hard at work to prepare for the new addition to the royal family. 

“Ready to go?” Rhaneyra says startling me out of my thoughts and making her giggle. “Always so jumpy.” She teases before looping her arm with mine.

As we walk away I hear the Queen moan in pain, the Midwives and Rhaenhra don't react to it so neither do I. 

“I need to go to a council meeting, supposedly they can't pour their own wine.” Rhaenyra says scowling in annoyance.

I wonder at times if Rhaenyra truly understands how lucky she is, if she knows others would die or kill for the position she was given. But as always I bite my tongue and nod with a pinched smile.

Once she's left I sigh and look around trying to decide what I wish to do with my spare time before my lessons with the Septa. 

“Now if this isn't a sight for sore eyes, I the little Hightower all alone? Has Rhaenyra finally realized what a bore you are?” I hear the mocking tone of the Prince behind me. 

I try not to shiver, his gaze always felt so calculating, as if he is only waiting for you to make a mistake. And from what my father tells me, this feeling is true. 

“She was needed at the council meeting, one I hear your to be at as well.” I say trying to keep my bearings before turning to look at him. 

Gods he is gorgeous, there is no question why Rhaenyra practically drools after him. 

“Hmm, but do they? They will be talking about my brother's heir and the tournament. They might talk about the blasted Stepstones, but my brother won't care overly much for it. None of that is something the commander of the City Watch needs to worry about.” 

“Perhaps not, but it is an honor, one many would kill to have.” I respond annoyed him and Rhaemyra always seem to be scoffing at their duty. 

He only hums before touching the thin necklace around my neck. “A beauty like you shouldn't have such drab jewelry.” He says before reaching into his jerkin pocket and pulling out a gold and pearl choker necklace. 

It's gorgeous, and I tell him as such as I admire it. 

“Of course it is, I picked it out.” He responds before pulling it out of my reach. 

“If you wish to have it, take that pitiful necklace off and let me put this on you.” He commands in a tone that leaves no room for if I truly wish to or not, only that I must. 

And with that, I reach up and take off the dainty necklace Father gave me for my fourteenth nameday waiting with bated breaths what the Prince will do or command next.

“Such a lovely girl as yourself deserves to be claimed, how no man has taken you up is astounding to me.” He says before moving closer and putting the choker on my neck as he stares into my eyes.

I can get lost in those pools of lilac, I swear I can smell their sweet floral scent just from looking in his eyes. 

“Gevives.” He says as he looks into my eyes before he appears to almost recoil.

“Are you alrigh–” I go to ask but he cuts me off with a clear of his throat as he pulls his jerkin down.

“Lovely seeing you little Hightower. Perhaps I’ll be lucky enough to ask for your favor.” He says before partially running down the halls and out of my reach.

How curious. I think to myself before I hear the bell toll and realize I’m about late to lessons with the Septa so I rush through the halls. But had I stayed I would have seen the Prince watching after me.

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OH MY GOSH! This is not a drill, this is not a drill— MYRIELLE IS HERE! The absolute way I began screaming in my seat when she and Nymeria popped on the chapter (also I need a day where Alicent asks why Myrielle is here and my baby is just like “uhm… I almost fucked my brother’) But Alicent finally has a true friend her age! And can we talk about how sweet Alicent’s relationship with the little Princess is? She is like her second mom, and it’s so heartwarming! The way she feels about her just shows how deep their bond is. I mean, “how else could this love I feel for you be real if not?”—like, WOW! I was literally tearing up. 😭 I’m melting tho! like, AHHH, that whole paragraph hit me right in the feels! It’s so beautiful to see! The love Alicent has for Reader shines through every single word. Now let’s talk about Rhaenyra. UGH, I can’t with her! I feel Alicent’ frustration! The way she treats Reader is just…ugh! I don’t even have words for it. Like, how can she complain when she has everything handed to her? I was nodding my head in agreement when Alicnet was like, “I hate to even think it but I raised you, not the Queen.” Preach! She and Reader deserves so much better! But then, OMG, the moment with Daemom?! AHHH! When Reader bursts into the throne room and he’s there waiting for her? I just about screamed! The way he catches her and holds her so close is SO sweet. It’s like a fairytale moment! And that necklace he gave her? VALYRIAN STEEL?! I’m literally dying! The way you write their relationship never fails to make me smile. And Rhaenyra, please go away. No one wants you here! AND THE FINAL PARAGRAPH! Guys, this is the last chapter before EVERYTHUNG GOES DOWN. I’m gonna sob next time arent I? Needless to say, I loved this chapter so much, it like the chapter where everythung is hanging by the string and it’s gonna break and ruin everything any second. IM SO EXCUTED FOR THE TOURNEY! Ik that Aemma dies, but umm.. My(rielle’s) new husband appears — THE Lorent Hightower? AND DAEMON PROBABLY ASKING FOR READERS FAVOR?

The Red Queen (Chapter 6/?)

(i'm so sorry for the long wait! I've been dealing with some mental health issues lately and had no motivation to write. but don't worry I'm back on my meds and am feeling much, much better. I'm gonna try to get a chapter out once every 2 weeks because I have another fic I'm gonna work on now too. if you haven't voted in my poll yet please do if you want your choice to win! alright enough about me let the chapter begin!!!)

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Alicents pov

I watch as you, Rhaenyra and Lady Laena ride your dragons. My heart about leaps from my chest when you command Stormchaser to roll through the air. You had been learning and practicing new tricks wth her so I shouldn’t be surprised that you are now doing the ones you were cleared to do by the Prince and the Dragonkeepers. Though that knowledge does not help my fears.

“What are their names again?” Rhaenyra’s new lady in waiting Lady Myrielle Greyjoy asks.

“The yellow one is Syrax, she is the Princess Rhaenyras dragon. The grey one is Moonfyre, she is the Lady Laenas. And the white one is Stormchaser, she is the little Princess’s.” I say pointing to each.

She hums before turning to me again. “How often will we be expected to be waiting here as they are up there?” She asks.

“Well it depends, with Princess Rhaenyra you would be expected to do so each time. But the little Princess and Lady Laena it would depend if they invite you to watch. Rarely are the two Princesses in th sky at the same time, but the Princess Rhaenyra wished to try and stay out of the council meeting and this is usually the time Lady Laena and the little Princess fly and try their new tricks.” I respond just as Rhaenyra lands climbing off Syrax.

“So I have always to come out when she flies?” Myrielle’s little sister Nymeria Greyjoy asks as she points to Stromchaser.

I nod to Nymeria as I climb onto the steps in front of the carriage waiting for Rhaenyra. 

“Syrax is growing quickly, she’ll be the size of Caraxes soon enough.”

“That's almost large enough to saddle two.” She says boredly as you and Lady Laena land climbing off your dragons with the help of Dragonkeepers. 

“I’m quite content on the ground, thank you, but perhaps the Lady Myrielle would join you.” 

“Oh no, I much prefer the ground as well, thank you for the offer though.” Myrielle answers quickly.

I watch as Nymeria walks past Rhaenyra to greet you and Laena. The three of you seem to be talking animatedly about something, though most children speak such ways even if it is just about bread. Though that doesn’t mean it doesn’t bring a smile to my face hearing your excited chatter.

You run over to me smiling and exclaim. “Did you see me Ali? Did you see my new tricks? Kepus showed me the rolling one!” 

It is moments like this that I wonder how I can love you as a mother would her own child when you did not come from my womb. There are days I swear I had made you, for how else could this love I feel for you be real if not? I know it is just my heart telling my brain lies, but the thought never ceases to bring a smile to my face. For you are so sweet, so kind, so gentle, just like that beast of yours. I know I had not birthed you, but that does not mean you are not my girl. I hate to even think it but I raised you, not the Queen, not wet nurses, me. It is these thoughts and feeling that have always kept me going even when my mother died, when my father was cruel, when I felt nothing more than a waste of space.

“I did you wer-” I start to say until Rhaenyra cuts me off.

“Yes, we all saw you. Now may we go I don’t wish to get into more trouble than I alreadymost likely am.” Rhaenyra says as she climbs into the carriage.

Myrielle turns to look at me ready to ask the question I know she’ll ask the one each new lady in waiting asks. Is she always like this? I only whisper “Later.” and climb in with Myrielle with you, Laena, and Nymeria following behind us. 

Once the carriage starts to move you and your friends look out the window looking at the market and side shows as we pass. Rhaenyra is telling the story of her first flight to Myrielle, but every now and then you girls get a bit to loud for her liking. The only ones of you who seems to be reacting is Nymeria, the only one who isn’t used to Rhaenyra’s chilling gaze. 

It is a sad thought, that you and Laena are used to your sisters venomous words and hateful gaze that now it doesn’t bother you anymore. That it is your normal, that it is no longer something youfear but something you ignore.

It is these moments that make me hate Rhaenyra, the spoiled girl she is. She wishes for a sister this time as well and yet seems to have magically forgotten the sister she already has. She speaks of wishing to fly with someone in races but when you have asked in the past she had only scoffed or out right laughed at you. She wants to be a warrior, and her parents would probably let her, but she complains at any exerting activities or when she is sweaty or dirty. She wanted to be apart of her fathers council, but actively avoids it stating she has funner things to do. The world is handed to her on a sliver platter, and then she is mad it isn’t gold or diamonds.

It is these things mixed with how she treats you, that make me hate her in my very deepest parts of my soul. So much so there are some nights I pray to the Mother for forgiveness until the sun kisses my skin with its morning rays. When this happens I know I never will stop hating Rhaenyra but I can still ask for forgiveness each night at the hour of the owl until my heart and soul finally feel free of the rage I feel each day because of the eldest princess.

When we make it to the Red Keep a gold cloak comes up to you, your uncle had bestowed him upon your care until a new Kingsguard comes along who can protect you. He bends down and whispers in your ear, it must be good news as you run off with a smile on your face leaving Laena and Nymeria behind in your excitement. 

As the guard follows you, me and Myrielle follow Rhaenyra as she wishes to see her mother before going to the council meeting.

“You know I hate you flying when I’m in this condtion.” The Queen says with a frown towards Rhaenyra.

 “You don’t like me flying while your in any condition.” She says with a eye roll.

“Your Grace.” Me and Myrielle say in sync.

The Queen turns to look at us greeting us each in turn. Myrielle seems anxious being in the same room as the Queen so I reach for her hand giving it a reassuring squeeze. She turns and gives me a thankful smile. 

“Is she kind? The Queen?” Myrielle whispers to me

“Yes, very kind. She is not called the Kind Queen for nothing.” I whisper back.

We’re brought out of our little conversation when we hear the Queen let out a annoye sigh.

“Go take a bath, you stink of dragon.” The Queen says annoyed at Rhaenyra and her behavior during their talk. Rhaenyra almost always leave the Queen annoyed and frustrated after her vistis.

Once we leave Rhaenyra walks ahead to go change quickly before going to the council chambers as she is already quite late.

Once we were alone Myrielle turns to look at me concerned. “Is the young Princess like the Princess Rhaenyra?” 

I know why she asks this, for she worries her little sister, who she raised for their mother was too ill. What if she is in the hands of a cruel and spiteful girl, how can she help her little sister from a girl like that? Especially if it is a Princess.

“No, she is kind, sweet gentle, giving, and quite playful. I think the only thing you need to worry about is if your sister can keep up with her and Lady Laena and their wild games and adventures. Those two are quite energetic so I hope Nymeria can keep up.” I say with a giggle at yours and Laenas antics. 

“Oh don’t worry, I’m sure she’ll keep up with them just fine.” she answered with a amused smile.

For some reason I know I have found a friend for life in the Lady Myrielle Greyjoy. I know I will not feel so alone anymore with her here, and I can see in her eyes she feels the same in this moment as well.

Your pov

I run towards the thorne room after my bath, I hear Ser Aldwin Sarwyck’s armor rattling as he tries to keep up. I burst open the throne room doors and smile when I see Kepus standing in the middle of the room smiling back at me. 

“Ser Aldwin, please wait here.” I say closing the throne room doors behind me.

“Has he been good to you while I was away?” Kepus asks smirking as I run towards him jumping into his arms,

“I missed you so much!” I say excitedly as he catches me holding me close.

He chuckles as he  carries me towards the throne and starts to climb the steps. “I missed you as well, ñuha riña. Though you never answered my question” 

“He’s nice, he doesn’t seem to like when I talk to him though, says he’s trying to keep me safe and I’m distracting him.” 

He hums at this and when I lookup at him,  he seems upset about something I said. 

“I’ve been being quiet around him more, not asking as many questions to him.” I reassure, but this doesn't seem to please him either as he sits on the throne and sets me on his lap.

“Enough of your guard hmm? I’ve heard you have a new lady in waiting, two in fact.” He says as he frowns as he moves my hair out of my face.

“Yes, Lady Nymeria Greyjoy, she’s ten, knows how to sing, dance and is very kind, oh and funny! She says the best jokes, me and Laena love her jokes! And Laena is very happy to be my lady in waiting because now she doesn’t have to leave.” I say excitedly. 

He smiles this as he inspects the braid my maid gave me this morning. “That’s lovely ñuha riña, it seems you have not one but two wonderful friends now.” 

I smile and nod as I touch the arms of the throne touching a ornate pomel of a sword. “Why are we on the throne? Were not supposed to be on the throne, this is Papas throne.” 

I hear him chuckle as he reaches into a pocket in his jerkin. “And why should’t we be? This is our families seat, and it may well be mine one day.”

“No, Papa says the baby in Mama’s belly is a boy and it’ll be his heir.” I say matter of factly remembering what Papa has said to me when I asked if I was getting a brother or sister.

“Hmm, and who told him this, the Maesters?” 

“No, Papa says he just knows. He said has had a dream of his child sitting the throne with someone sitting with them. He said there was fourteen candles in front of him.”

“A dream you say?” Kepus asks seeming deep in thought.

“Yeah, but Papa said he couldn’t see their face and that it was all blurry, but he knows his child must sit the throne or bad things will happen.” 

“Bad things?” Kepus asks as he lifts my hair up.

“That’s what he said, when I asked he said it wasn’t for little girls. Kepus when will I be a big girl?” I ask as I feel him rest something to my chest and try to clip it behind my neck. When I look down I see a beautiful garnet stone, I gasp and touch it and notice the necklace chain matches the metal on my wrist. 

“It’s Valyrian Steel!” I say excitedly as I tuen to face him.

“Yes it is, I left one in your sisters room it didn’t feel right not to find you one too. She better take care of hers as it’s quite fragile, I’m not finding her another because she’s careless. And don’t worry about getting older, there is plenty of time to see and learn the things of the world.”

“But I want to know them now Kep–” I start to say before the throne room doors open and Rhaenyra walks in fixing something on her next and messing with the neckline of her dress.

Ever since her fourteenth nameday shes been wanting to wear lower necked dresses. She also has been acting strange with boys, I’m worried because she seems to get something in her eye each time she talks to them s she blinks a lot each time she talks to them. 

“Uncle, it’s been a age since you’ve visited court.” Rhaenyra says which confuses me as yes I missed him but he was only gone a moon. 

“Yes well court is boring, I only come back to see my little sweetling.” Kepus responds as he stroke my hair.

“Well then why come back at all?” Rhaenyra says giving as she gives me a glare finally noticing me here.

“I already said why, your sister, though if you need more reason I heard your father was throwing a tourney in my honor.”

“That’s not for you, that’s for the baby!” I say with a giggle thinking Kepus is being silly.

“Hmm well can't it be for me as well?” Kepus asks with a amused smirk.

“I suppose, can it be for me too? Oh, and Mama too she’s the one she really should be celebrating!” 

“I don’t see why not, it is a celebration for our family and that does include you and your mother.” Kepus says as he touches the stone of my necklace.

“Yes it is, though I did not come here to hear of celebration for some babe, I came to thank you for this lovely necklace Uncle.” Rhaenyra says as she flicks her hair back showing her necklace. It also seems Rhaenyra has something in her eyes again as she’s blinking a lot.

Kepus stands from the throne and carries me down until we’re in front of my sister. “I’m glad you like it, that means my brother won’t be bothering me anymore about finding you a Valyrian Steel jewlery.” He says almost boredly.

“My father told you to give me this?” Rhaenyra says in a tone that makes me grip my Kepus’s jerkin.

“I believe I just said that niece.” 

Rhaenyra scoffs and turns around stroming out of the throne room. I don’t understand why she is upset, she got what she had asked Papa to give her, just from Kepus. I’ll need to ask Septa Martha about this in my leasons with her tomorrow.

I look up at my Kepus and see him already looking down at me. “Who did your hair today. it’s all in your face?” He asks as he tucks my hair behind my ear again.

“My new maid Gloria, she’s Ali’s age she said my hair is tricky.” I say as I touch the silver waves that at times curl.

Kepus chuckles and starts to walk out of the throne room. “Well lets go and fix this ‘tricky’ hair hmm?” I nod as I tell him all of my adventures while he was away.

Little did I or anyone else know, that, that day would be the last normal one to ever grace mine or their lives for a long, long time. But at least I’ll have my Kepus through all of it right…right?

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ITS HERE! Aenys, you’re such a wimp at times but I think he had every right to cry in this situation tho. ALSO why is Maegor so far a cutie patootie? I can’t wait for his transformation 😭😭 ALSO FHE LAST LINE WAS OUTRIGHT GENIUS? “I knew in this moment she would be the very focal point of my heart, but she would also be my very ruin.” WHAT? like it’s all connected guys, Istg! My heart, my ruin and the name of the fic snjdjejss screaming at my lungs during Rhaena and Maegor’s whole interaction even tho it was like one sided.

My Heart, My Ruin (Prolouge/?)

22 ac Kingslanding

Maegors pov

I could hear my good-sister's screams well into the night. I finally gave up trying to fid sleep once the hour of the owl came, I climbed out of my bed and went to where I knew my brother would be waiting until his wife had given birth to their child. She’s been in labor since yesterday at the hour of the wolf, surely she should have had the babe by now.

When I walked in I saw mother and father standing next to each other whispering as my brother sat in a chair sobbing.

“What’s wrong, she’s been in labor since yesterday, shouldn’t the babe be here?” I ask as I rub the drowsiness from my eyes. 

I watch mother and father look at each other silently having a conversation with only their eyes. Probably deciding if I should know or not. But it is not them who answers but my sniffling brother.

“The babe won’t come, the Maesters think Alyssa’s contractions are too weak.” Aenys sobs out.

“These are just guesses my son, they are giving her a concoction now to strengthen them.” Father says rubbing Aenys back as he sobs into his hands. 

I look at Mother and see a scowl on her face, she never liked how Father treats Aenys compared to me says he “treats him like some infant looking for their Mother’s teat.” and in this moment of watching his brother sob so openly, he wonders if his mother is right.

“What would happen if the concoction doesn’t work?” I ask looking from my brother to my Mother.

“Then we will have to choose who lives, the babe or the Mother.” Mother responds in a cold calculating tone. This only makes Aenys sob more.

“But it will not come to that, we have the greatest Maesters in all of the seven Kingdoms we have nothing to fear.” Father says trying to reassure Aenys again as he glares at Mother.

Mother scoffs and takes a sip of her amber gold wine, she doesn’t like it as much as Dornish red but ever since Rhaenys death she won’t touch anything to do with the Dornish. She often says. “They took my sister with that scorpion arrow, I suppose I am glad they had horrible aim and Meraxes did not perish either. If this, me not drinking their wine is the only way I can show how I hate them, then I will.” 

Mother and Father say Meraxes had seen the arrow coming, she had tried to dive so it wouldn’t his either her or Aunt Rhaenys, but she hadn’t noticed quick enough, and the arrow had split her in two. Meraxes has been inconsolable since her rider’s death, but Father has said he swears he sees her flying above Kingslanding over the last moon, as if looking, searching for something. This is odd as she much prefers the sulfur rocks and salty air of Dragonstone compared to Kingslandings stench and filth. 

I can not blame the dragon though, I do as well, I’d much rather be on our ancestral home instead of this filth-ridden city.

We all flinched, well besides Mother, when we hear a bone-chilling scream from Alyssa, and then it all went quiet. I hear Aenys sob more thinking his wife as perished until we hear the cries that only a healthy babe could make. 

Aenys bolts out of his chair and rushes to his wife, Mother, and Father not far behind them. I sigh in relief knowing I can finally get some much-needed sleep. 

The next morning I go to visit my new niece, when I enter I see my good-sister asleep on the birthing bed with new sheets dorning it so the stench of blood isn’t as pungent in the air. I turn and look at my brother who is smiling down at a bundle in his arms.

Are babes truly that small, Alyssa was huge and the bundle doesn’t even reach the length of my brother's forearm.

I’m cut out of my musing when Aenys looks at me smiling waving me over trying to keep quiet as to not wake his wife or the babe.

“Come meet your niece, Rhaella.” He says as he rests the babe into my arms making sure I hold her right.

When I look down I see her looking up at me with the most gorgeous lavender eyes I’ve ever seen, they take my take my breath away. I shake my head trying to gain my bearings again. 

“She’s so small, is she supposed to be this small?” I ask as I move some of the blanket to see a swarm of silver-white curls atop her little head.

“I had asked the Maesters the same thing, they said it’s normal for the first to be small.” He responds touching the tufts of hair upon her head. 

I nod not taking my eyes off hers, I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to. I sit on a plush armchair staring at her, staring at the very being who seems to keep my heart pumping now, the very thing I will always adore and cherish, the one thing, one person I could never hurt. I knew in this moment she would be the very focal point of my heart, but she would also be my very ruin.

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i was dreading this chapter. There was so much to unpack in a single chapter! Reader’s grief, confusion, and yearning to understand death and what "forever" means is heartbreaking and beautifully written.The scene where the princess is in the bath, asking about her mother’s oil and how Orchid responds, was just... so touching. You can feel her pain in every line. I sobbed at the moment when Orchid quietly wipes her tears, pretending not to notice, made me feel both sad and frustrated for Readed — she’s going through so much, and like NO ONE is really giving her the comfort she needs. She deserves to have someone hold her and tell her that everything will be okay, but no one is! Come here baby! The funeral scene tho! I was so sad. Especially the countdown scene before she burned HER OWN MOTHER’S BODY made me cry, THE EMOTIONS? Unbearable. On a different note, we finally see some more of Daemon’s perspective ans I will forever be obsessed with how you write that man!! His devotion to Reader is absolutely amazing! One of my fav parts to read for sure. And Visery’s dream? Chills, literal chills. “You know what you must do, Father. You always have”? ” YET HE STRUGGLES?! like you literally got told in your dream and I will throw hands wirh his ugly ass if he is like “but Rhaenyra…” SHUT UP. I’m on the edge of my seat, and I’m sure the next chapter will be just as emotional and dramatic as this one

The Red Queen (Chapter 8/?)

112 ac

Your Pov

It's the day of Mama's funeral. I try not to cry again as I sit in the bath as my maid wash hair. 

“What oils would you like today, Princess? Your usual jasmine?” Orchid asks already reaching for the oil bottle ready to pour it in the tub and my hair.

But instead, I stop her and think about Mama's calming scent and Ali's vanilla scent, or at least that's what she calls it.

“What was Mama's oil?” I ask and I see the flash of sadness cross Orchid's face before she smiles and grabs another bottle. 

“Lavender, the late Queen loved Lavender.” She says filling the dropper before letting the oil drip into my bath and hair.

“Can I have vanilla too? Or would that smell bad?” I ask curiously before biting my lip nervously.

“Lavender and vanilla would be lovely together, Princess.” Orchid says before reaching for the small vial of vanilla oils.

Once she has them both in the bath and my hair I feel safe, like a warm hug, like I can breathe again. I start to cry again but Orchid acts like she doesn't notice, most of the maids act like they don't notice. I don't understand why, why can't they wipe my tears like Kepus and Ali do? Why can't they hold me so close like Kepus and Ali do? They hold me so tight it's hard to breathe but I can feel their hearts beating feel they're alive feel they're here.

But what confuses me the most is why Mama had to leave me? She promised after this baby was born she would play with me finally, that she would come to my leasons and see how smart I'm getting. But now she can't do that, because she's gone forever. 

Everyone keeps saying that, but they won't tell me how long forever is, only that it is forever. It doesn't make sense, I just want to know when I can see my Mama again when she'll be back to play and see how smart I am. 

“All done, Princess.” Orchid says wiping my face of the water from the bath, but from her frown I can tell she was also wiping my tears. 

I stand in the bath and use my step stool to get out so she can wrap me in a warm towel that always feels warm against my skin because she rests it next to the fire, and smells of something woodsy. 

I'm quickly dried and dressed in a black dress. Put on thick wool stockings as it's chilly today and my hair braided so it's a crown upon my head. Orchid helps me put on my bracelet and necklace from Kepus like always before someone knocks on the door.

“Come!” I call out rubbing my already raw and painful eyes. I then look down in case it's Papa, he seems to not be able to look at me anymore. I don't understand why though I haven’t done anything wrong. 

“Ñuha riña, it's time to go.” I hear Kepus say.

Not Papa, I don't have to hide my face. 

I turn and look up and see him frown at how bloody my lips and how red my eyes are. 

“Can't I wear red, it's a much prettier color than black.” I say frowning

This seems to make him happy as he chuckles with a shake of his head before he kneels down so he can hold my hands in his. My hands always seem so small when he holds them, not like the big girl hands I like to think they are. “No, I'm afraid not ñuha riña. Black, is traditional mourning colors you will be wearing them for a while yet.” He says inspecting my hair to see how well done it is.

“I did it today, M'lord.” Orchid says from her spot behind me with her head down.

Kepus made sure to tell Orchid only she and him can do my hair now, maybe the ‘little Hightower’ but I don't know who that would be. 

“I figured as much, it's not in her eyes.” He responds with a nod to my maids before picking me up and walking out of my room.

Once in the carriage I see Nyra who is glaring at me as usual but this time it sends chills down my spine. Had I done something? And then I see Papa next to her and he won't look at me, as if doing so brings him pain. I must have done something bad, but what?

The ride is quiet, almost suffocatingly so, so I feel I need to break it. 

“When will me and Nyra know when to tell Syrax and Stromchaser to dracarys?” I ask Papa but when he doesn’t answer I turn to look up at Kepus instead.

“I’ll count down from five, once I say zero you two command them to light the pyre.” He says glaring at Papa or some reason.

I only nod and look out the window watching as the smallfolk cry for Mama. They miss her too, hopefully their Mama’s aren’t goen too. 

When we make it to Rhaeny’s hill Kepus picks me up again and whispers to me “it’s quite steep, ñuha riña, don’t you tripping and getting hurt.” 

I feel the wind against my back, it makes me shiver as I cling to Kepus hoping he'll keep the cold away. Once we make it to the top of the hill he sets me down on my feet. He lets me cling to his leg as the Valyrian priest chants.

I try and ignore them as I look at Mama and baby Baelon, they're wrapped in a brown cloth so tight I can see the outline of Mama's arms, legs, and belly. Her belly looks weird but I ignore it as it's probably because she's dead. 

Once the priest is done and walks away I let go of Kepus and walk forward with Nyra. 

“It's time girls, are you ready ñuha riña?” Kepus says standing between us.

I want to scream ‘NO’ but I know that I must, that Mama and Baelon must be ‘put to rest’ or at least that's what Ali said. So instead I nod my head as I wipe my tears.

Kepus looks between us one last time before sighing and nodding his head, a lmost like he's defeated. 

“Five.”

I gasp realizing I'm never going to be ready this, to let Mama go. At least before I had to turn her to ash in the wind I could pretend she was just on a long trip, that she wasn't gone that she was only seeing her family in the Vale.

“Four.”

I feel my heart clench, feel it about beat out of my chest. It's painful, it hurts, but not as much as when I burn Mama away.

“Three.”

I can't breathe, why can't I breathe? I can feel my heart practically beat out of my chest. I feel my lungs constrict so I can only take in small gasps of air.

“Two.” 

I feel Kepus rest his hand on my shoulder giving it a squeeze. I still can't breathe, still feel my heart beating out of my chest, but for some reason, it's all getting easier to deal with.

“One.” 

I hear Stromchaser let out a cry of pain, Kepus says they feel our emotions, our pain, I have to stay calm for Stromchaser. But I can't I can't calm down, I'm losing Mama forever.

“Now.” 

I figured out what forever means, and all it took was me screaming with Nyra, commanding our dragons to make Mama and Baelon ash in the wind. Make them gone forever.

Once Stromchaser and Syrax stop their flames I turn to Kepus leaping into his arms and sobbing. Sobbing that I'll never get to see Mama again and play in the gardens with her. Sobbing because I'll never get to meet my baby brother. Sobbing that Mama and Baelon are gone forever.

Daemons Pov

I stand leaning against the Weirwood tree waiting for that blasted Dornish man, Cole. 

I knew after that fucking Sarwyck lost in the first round you needed a better guard. Though my pride was hurt I can't deny that Cole proved himself, that he would be the perfect guard for you. 

I remember the look of hos face when I grabbed him after, it was a look of horror, of fear of what the Prince of the city would do to him. Instead I only whispered one thing.

“Meet me at the Weorwood tree in a week's time at the hour of the wolf.” 

He quickly agreed of course but now I'm wondering if I should have threatened him instead of letting him go on his merry way. 

I hear a twig snap under someone's foot and turn to see him. He seems to have rushed here if the sweat on his brow is any indicator.

Must have realized he was almost late. I think with a cruel smirk. 

“You wished to see me, my Prince?” He says winded and bent over with his hands on his knees catching his breath.

“I have an offer for you, though if you take it you'll answer to me and no one else.” I say standing straight and walking towards him.

“Wh-what do you mean?” 

“You took down one of my Gold Cloaks, he was in charge of the care and well-being of the youngest Princess. Can't have someone who can't even beat a stewards son protect my sweet little niece, now can I?” I say in a calm voice that has always led men to do as I please, even my brother, the King. 

“And what does that have to do with me?” He asks standing straight again hands behind his back.

I know that stance, I know it well. 

“You're a soldier aren't you.” I say but it was rhetorical

“Yes, my Prince.” He responds curtly but I catch the scowl that he was read so easily.

Oh just you wait, Ser Cole, you'll learn to hide everything in this pit of vipers soon.

“If I could make it where you have a very high chance of becoming a Kingsguard, would you?” 

He seems shocked from the way his mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. I can't fight the chuckle that leaves me, nor would I want to. 

“It would be an honor, my Prince. But why would they choose a stewards son over a lord's son who has also been to war?” He asks, curious and skeptical to this offer.

“And what I'd I said they wouldn't be others who have gone to war?” 

He freezes for all of ten seconds before a smile comes to his face. “And what would you need from me? Of course after you give me such a high ranking at court you will want something in return?” 

I stop and look at him surprised. Most who are not from Kingslanding would have taken this chance by now, I can't tell if I'm proud, annoyed, or impressed. I think before responding.

“You see, I noticed something about our match. I had my blade to your throat, I let you live, and yet at the first chance you got back up and made sure I'd be the one to yield.” I say smiling when he starts to shift uncomfortably.

“It was a fair fight, you know it just as much as I.”

“Never said it wasn't, you never said you yielded, so by all rights you could, and did get back up to continue to fight.” I say smirking when I see the tension leave his shoulders.

“That still doesn't explain why you need me.” He says obviously getting annoyed.

“It's simple, I want- no I need a man who will use suck ‘dirty’ tactics when defending my niece. If I was to help you, you will defend the youngest, the Realms Darling they call her.”  

“Why her and not the eldest?” He asks confused.

“Rhaenyra has at least three guards at her demand, none are truly hers but they may as well be. The youngest…well she has only had the spares or the ones I give to her. I wish for her to have one I know I can trust. One that will give me the information I desire, when I desire it.” 

He seems to contemplate his options, though before he even says it, I know what he'll do.

“I'll do it.” 

I can't fight the smirk that comes to my face as I shake his hand, a symbol of a good deal. 

Once he's out of my sight I look down at the gold cloak against my back.

Fuck I could use a drink and a whore. I think before walking towards the most depraved parts of the city looking for a night to forget all I've lost, if only for one night.

Viserys Pov

After that ‘talk’ with my small council and the very long day I've had I knew when my head hit my pillow I'd be asleep. 

All I saw for a while was darkness, I figured it was because I was still awake but then I saw a light far away and knew what was going on.

Not this blasted dream again! I thought as I stormed forward knowing what I'd find.

The throne room was dark, not a candle lit on the walls, but there was fourteen candles lit in front of the iron throne. They always seemed to dance, I swore if I moved closer I would hear the sounds of childlike giggles. Most are on their own, standing on their own candle sticks, but three have two prongs with two candles on the stand. 

It's all the same, even those damned faces are still blurry! I think ready to turn around until I hear the booming voice of my Grandsire.

“You will stay, boy!” I feel my bones rattle just from the sheer force my Grandsire has spoken to me.

I now don't feel like a King, I feel like a little boy again being scolded for trying to steal a sweet…again.

“Why do you bring me here Grandsire? You have made me come to this room with its candles every night ever since my dear wife has passed! Well before that I was having this dream once a moon!” I cried out looking up and around me searching for my Grandsire.

“It is not our fault you are not Brave son. That you will not face what you already know.” I then hear my Father, the one man I always wished I could be, but Daemon has always been more like him than I'll ever be.

“What is there to see? Fourteen candles, two blurry faces on the throne? I've seen it! I understand I must have a son to put on the throne!” I sob out feeling their disappointment, their regret, knowing I'm far from the monarch they wished from me.

“Have you thought that perhaps if you moved closer the faces would be clear? Or are you that daft Viserys?” I hear their voice now combine, hear my fathers furious tone mixed with my Grandsires disappointment.

I shake my head but still listen to their advice. As I move forward I begin to hear the sounds of a woman giggling at something a man had said. Another step, and I can make out the woman's curls and theans long straight hair. One more and I see a gorgeous woman on my brother's lap, though it is not him that wears my crown but her.

The two of them stop their chatter, my brother is the first to turn to look at me.

“How lovely for you to finally join us dear brother, I was beginning to wonder if you ever would.” I teases with that smirk of hos that always make me want to punch him right in the lip. 

That'll show him who's older still. I think with a smile before I leaves me and a pained gasp leaves me.

The woman has turned her head to look at me, I would have never recognized her if it weren't for those eyes. One of Lavender and one of Ice Blue, the ones I can not look at, the ones who only bring me pain.

“You know what you must do, Father. You always have.” You say but it is not your little voice, it is a woman's voice.

I wake with a gasp before turning and letting my dinner meet my chambers floor.

“You know what you must do, Father. You always have.” Those words keep running through my head as I try to catch my breath.

I have, haven't I?

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Okay, so first off, I have so many feelings about everything that happened. , My precious bby Rhaella, is just so innocent and pure, and she doesn’t deserve to be so sad! Why does Maegor have to get married?!! I know it’s all for politics and stuff, but he’s so young and seems so… lost. I love your story Aegon i conqueror dude, but doing this!? Fuck you. I also loveeee how you described the wedding though, especially the part with the ribbon and the whole “bound together forever” thing. Like, it’s so beautiful and symbolic, but also a little sad, because Maegor doesn’t look happy at all. And Rhaella?! She's so little and confused, and she doesn't understand why he looks sad. She just wants to look pretty like the bride in her fancy dress, and that makes my heart hurt because she doesn't get it yet. 😭 and I love how she described the dress, like I can get a visual in my head but at the same time, the way it’s described sounds like a child. She wouldn’t know silk or velvet etc, it’s all the same to her. If I trust anyone to write kids, it is you! Also, the part where she’s like, “I want Kepus to hold me, not Papa.” OMG I can’t even!!!!!Her innocence, like she doesn’t understand why she feels that way yet, but like you can feel how much she wants to be close to him. It’s so pure but so complicated all at the same time. 😩 Istg, Rhaella is too precious for this world. And then there's Maegor's POV... can we talk about that? That man’s just a whole mess. Like, seriously, dude, stopthinking about Rhaella in that way! It’s SO obvious that you’re in love with her, but she is a little girl! But like you can also see he isn’t sure how he feels actually but at the same time, you can see he loves her, I am not sure about how to feel about Ceryse. On some levels I like her. She wants to try this marriage and to be king and know him, and I doubt she got a say in this marriage but idk, something about her ticked me off. I jusr can’t put my tongue on it. But the part that broke me was at the end, when Rhaella wanted to be with Maegor during the feast and they were both just so sad and confused. Stop making me sad, Riley!I can’t even imagine how hard it must’ve been for Maegor like holding Rhaella and trying to make her feel safe, all while his own life is falling apart around him. And then the whole bedding ceremony? I can't believe how much that messed with Maegor's head. like you see the momen he slowly changes into this crueler person, BUT RHAEELA! He needs to be proper for her

Anyway, the chapter was so good. I’m literally in pieces now.

My Heart, My Ruin (Chapter 1/?)

Warning! implied marital rape at the end

25 ac Oldtown 

Rhaellas pov

I’m sitting next to Mama resting my head on her belly feel the baby move around. Kepus is getting married to a lady named Ceryse Hightower. I keep looking up at the ceiling as I love the art up there.

“Darling it’s time to watch and pay attention, the bride is coming down the aisle.” Mama says as Papa helps her stand up before he reaches over to pick me up so I can watch.

“I still can’t believe Father agreed to this, he’s only ten and three, barely out of boyhood and now he’s getting wed off?” Papa says he’s been saying that a lot lately.

When I see the bride I gasp, her dress is so pretty. It's made out of white shiny smooth stuff, green butterflies on her shoulders, and she's wearing a gold tiara with bright green stones in it. I hope one day I look that pretty when I'm married. I look down at the dress I'm wearing and smile, it's dark purple just like Kepus's eyes, and it sparkled when I was in the sun.

“There is nothing we can do, it is their child, it is their choice.” Mama says hushing Rhaena who is in our Nursemaid's arms.

“She is ten years his senior, wouldn't her family want her with someone closer to her age?” Papa continues. 

“Most likely, but he is a prince, what better match would they find?” Mama responds as she rubs her back, she does that a lot now that her belly is so big.

I look over at Kepus, he doesn't seem happy, aren't people supposed to be happy when getting married? That's what Mama and Papa say at least, so why does he seem sad?

Once the bride finally meets Kepus at the alter the Stepton starts warping ribbon around their hands. 

“What is the ribbon for?” I whisper to Papa, or I at least try. 

“It's symbolic, the ribbon is a way to show their union is strong, that they are now bound, tied together forever.”  For some reason, I don't like the thought of Kepus being bound to someone, to her.

I grow curious again when they start chanting the same thing “Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger. I am his-her's, he-she is mine from this day until the end of my days.” 

“Why are they saying the same things?”

Papa chuckles when Mama giggles at my curiosity, they always say I'm as curious as a cat. 

“They are swearing before the gods that they are now bound, married.” Papa explains rubbing my back when I start to pout. He must not realize I don't like Kepus being married because he says this instead. “Shhh, you can stand on your own soon darling.” 

Once they are announced husband and wife everyone claps and cheers loudly. It startles me and Rhaena causing Mama and Papa to try and calm us down as Rhaena screams and I start to cry. 

“I told you bringing them to the wedding wasn't a good idea.” Mama says trying to get Rhaena to calm down. 

“They were fine until it got too loud for their little ears, isn't that right darling.” Papa says as he kisses my head and rests my head on his shoulder covering my other ear with his hand. 

Papa's hand are soft, not bumpy on the palms like Kepus, I want Kepus's hands to hold me, not Papa's.

Maegors pov

I know the Lords and Ladies are cheering, but all I can hear is Rhaella's sobs. Must be too loud, she never did like large crowds or loud noises, let alone the two combined. I think to myself trying to to scream at the crowd to shut up.

“Are you ready for the feast, husband?” My now wife, lady Ceryse Hightower asks with a smirk. 

She is beautiful, I'll give her that, but there is no world where she could match the fire within me. 

“I suppose.” 

She doesn't seem to like my short responses, as she frowns but quickly hides it with a fake joyful smile.

As we walk out I catch sight of Rhaella, Aenys seems to be trying to calm her down. But she keeps shrugging off his touch, hopefully, she will enjoy the feast and festivities more than this worthless wedding. I swear I've caught at least five lords snoring in their seats, seems they found it just as hard to stay awake with the Septons hour long speech of love and marriage before I was actually married.

Once we make it out of the Stary Sept we climb into a carriage to wave and greet the small folk as they rejoice in this farce. 

“we didn't have the chance to truly yet to know each other, so I had a thought, what if we did a game as we ride towards the festivities?” Ceryse asks fixing her necklace. She doesn't seem excited by the idea, but I would much rather do this ‘game’ over sitting in uncomfortable silence.

“What sort of game?” 

“Hmm, hpw about I ask you a question and you have to answer it? This of course goes both ways.”

“Fine.” I say with a annoyed and resigned sigh.

“I'll go first then!” She says only to stop and think for a moment. “What is your favorite color?” 

The first thing that comes to my mind is Rhaella's eyes, those pools of lavender that just looking at makes you feel calm and at ease. But I can't answer with that, for it doesn't seem like he best way to start a marriage, by declaring I love to stare into my little niece's eyes. 

Then I turn to Rhaella’s hair, those wild pure sliver riglets. How you can always find, I imagine you’d only lose her in the snow they are that pure and uncorrupted, just like her. 

The last thought is how when Rhaella laughs her rosy cheeks almost become a true crimson. The way her laughter always sets off mine. It always makes the worst days better somehow. Always makes my soul feel like it isn't a pit of pure blackness ready to destroy everything dear to me, but instead, it has some joy yet to be dug up and found for the world to see. 

And when I look down at my crimson red jerkin I know the answer, I don’t even need to think anymore.

“Red.” 

“Oh? I find red too angry of a color, I much prefer the calmness of green. though I see the appeal it is one of your house cars after all.” Ceryse answers even without me asking her the same question. 

A talker it seems. I think dryly as she keeps rambling on, and on about what colors she deems gorgeous and the ones she deems not worthwhile and why. 

Once we finally make it to the Hightower I partially bolt out of the carriage to escape that woman’s gods forsaken chatter. How one could love the sound of their own voice that much is beyond me.

I take her hand out of habit, for I was always taught to take my mother's, Rhaella's, and now hers.

When we enter everyone cheers and I notice my brother cover Rhaella's ears leaning down to whisper reassuring words to calm you down. She squirms in his lap trying to stay calm but the way her little face frowns and petal lips pout I doesn't seem my brother is succeeding. 

“I heard you are quite close to your eldest niece.” Ceryes says as she smiles and waves at all who have come to celebrate in our union. 

“Yes, what of it?” 

She seems to flinch at my cold tones before answering. “Only that we both have that in common, we adore our families and would do anything for them.” She responds trying to stay cheery.

As soon as we make it to the high table my father begins a speech. The same speech he does at every feast. His nonsense of how we must stand as one realm and how unions between houses will further the seven Kingdoms prosperity. 

Every time I hear it I can't help but roll my eyes, these whole already know this, they don't need their King reminding them at every fucking wedding. 

I drown out my father hoping his speech will end. maybe it will bore me to death and I won't have to truly go through with this wedding? I think dryly until Rhaella leans over Aeny's reaching for me. 

“Kepus, I want Kepus!” She demands a loom of fury on her face. She must have been denied me too many times this eve. 

For the rest of the feast I hold my little niece close letting her play with my rings and cloak. It almost seems like everything will be fine again, like it's just the two of us in her favorite field to pick flowers so she can make flower crowns for me and her. But soon it crashes down, the bedding ceremony begins and Rhaella is taken to her chambers to sleep the night away, already having fallen asleep against my chest. 

The rest is a blur, all I remember is wishes for those woman to stop touching me, and once they did I have Ceryse undressing me. 

I lay the rest of the night awake trying not to think about how I still feel like a boy, not a man who must make children. A boy who shouldn't have been touched the way I was, I fight the bile that rises in my throat all night forcing it back down. I keep reminding myself this is my duty, this is what I must do for the good of my family, and I can not tremble, I can not be scared, and I can not hide from this anymore.

I turn my skin to steel, and my heart to stone. But try as I must, my soul will not turn cold, for Rhaella has already changed it for the better. 

And with that thought I turn onto my side and pray to the fourteen again that sleep will find me, and it seems this time they truly did hear me.

special thanks to @sugutoad for making the header for this fic! I swear I would be lost without you girly!

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