#Rhaenyra and she's a hot mess)

[mswyrr]

When Rhaenys was still alive, Steve Toussaint played Corlys as such a vibrant older man. Someone still striving and full of the joy of living, even in dark moments. Their interplay, him and Eve Best as Rhaenys, was a delight. For all their flaws as characters, and the wrong he did her and his sons Alyn and Addam, they had one of the rare true love marriages in Westeros.

They even endured the loss of their children, something that often breaks marriages, and still loved each other so much.

But now Toussaint, himself still a clearly very energetic and commanding presence irl at age 59, is playing Corlys as hollowed out. The life inside him all left with Rhaenys. He looks weary down to his very bones. He made his grand ship, once named for his own glory, hers. And in many ways, he himself is living just to be hers. To turn all he built for her into a funeral pyre for the cause she felt worth dying for.

As their granddaughter put it:

I adore love stories, including tragic ones. And what Toussaint is doing now--and the chemistry he and Best played when Rhaenys was alive-- is a master class in acting and fits perfectly with the wide array we see of the fallout of war and all the ways it breaks people. He and Rhaenys should have gotten to continue growing old together and died in peace together, surrounded by all the glory and comfort he had won for her. Instead he will spend it all, and all the strength he has left, in her name.

[dreammfyre]

wedding celebration ⋆ jacaerys velaryon

SUMMARY. You are the only Rhaenyra and Harwin’s daughter. Jacaerys is your older brother, but is engaged to Baela Targaryen and this is the celebration of their wedding announcement.

WARNINGS. +18. Targaryen incest, rude Jacaerys, AU (no Dance of the Dragons, Rhaenyra is the Queen of Seven Kingdoms.)

The engagement celebration was overwhelming and exhausting. The queen did not skimp on the grandeur of the event, a dinner full of variety and fresh delicacies, fruits, desserts, large platters of roasted meats that they tore to shreds leaving only the bones. All to celebrate in grand style the marriage of her first son with the first daughter of Daemon Targaryen and Laena Velaryon.

For you it was being a bore, sitting next to your young brother, Lucerys Velaryon, was talking with Rhaena Targaryen. Everyone was enjoying the dragon riders, while you just wanted to escape from the hall where the music, the shouting and the applause made it impossible to have a normal conversation. Sitting down you played with the food left on the plate, moving your fork side to side without purpose in that place, no one spoke to you, and when they did it was to talk about the couple of the moment. You were trying to get your mother's attention sitting next to Daemon, but she was too busy attending to everyone, always smiling and raising her glass to Jacaerys and Baela to look at her princess-daughter. On your other side, your little brother, Joffrey, was trying to convince you to dance a piece, but refused for shame of falling down in the attempt.

In silence watched Jacaerys laugh and whispering in his betrothed's ear. But when he looked at you you looked away immediately. Feeling your face hot with embarrassment at being discovered, but deep down you didn't mind being unwelcome.

A handsome knight of House Lannister approached the table you shared with your family to ask if you wished to dance with him. Distressed to answer, you looked at your mother pleading for help, but Rhaenyra forced you to stand up for the first time since the event began and do some socializing, something very difficult to do.

Was awkward throughout, he just showed your presence like a exotic Targaryen trophy and never looked you in the eye you felt like the song went on for hours. Went round and round, when he touched you a little rejection won over and you ended up taking a little step back. Your smell of alcohol gave you away as did your clumsy and uncoordinated movements. A few meters away, the heir Jacaerys noticed the situation always attentive if his sister needed help. He didn't like to see you with other men, they didn't know how to treat like a princess and that mess was further proof, he noticed you uncomfortable looking at the exit constantly touching your waist too long. The men took the opportunity to get close to your face, your beatiful and innocent face. Obviously Jace’s didn't listen what you were saying but from your facial expression he didn't need to know.

"Something wrong?" asked lady Baela noticing her fiancé was too distracted. Jacaerys immediately denied without arousing suspicion, but without ceasing to be attentive to the situation assuming that was just behaving like an older brother protecting his sister.

While you continued to dance the extensive choreography you exchanged glances with your older brother. None of you looked down, Jacaerys' tense jaw reflected the annoyance in his expression.

"You look especially beautiful this night, my princess," said the blond-haired gentleman, gaining your attention. "The red brings out your look."

Without realizing it, smiled. That was the first time anyone had complimented your dress that you designed, until the wine glass your escort was holding spilled on you when another gentleman accidentally pushed it over your body. You let out a small scream as felt the liquid on your skin, the fabric absorbed all the alcohol ruining the golden color of the embroidery.

"Fuck." Whispered truly sad looking at the mess you brought on yourself. You looked at the queen who stood attentive to you. Jacaerys stopped leaving Baela dancing alone by his side who in the happiness of her engagement was not attentive to her guests. "My dress…"

"Oh, no, my princess, I’m really sorry. I didn't mean to." Said the knight wiping a cloth across your torso, drying a few drops of pure wine.

"Don't touch me!" You exclaimed when his cold fingers brushed your naked chest, an unpleasant and invasive sensation. People turned at your shout and at all that attention you decide to ran, embarrading as fuck, finally escaping the room amidst malicious whispers that were sure to become controversial tomorrow.

Locked yourself in your room staring at the reflection of the stain I had left on you, cursing yourself for agreeing to leave your safe place in the chair next to the queen and now your favorite dress was ruined. Your fingertips had also turned crimson and you reeked of cheap alcohol. Not even a minute passed when there was a loud knock on your door, startling you by the unexpected. You approached taking a deep breath so as not to sound distressed or upset.

"I'm fine, mother. I'd rather stay and rest." Said, complimenting yourself for sounding so convincing. “I’m okay.” Oh, that’s a big lie.

"C’mon, sister. Let me through." Your heart beat with more force than normal when Jacaerys' voice was heard on the other side. With a little doubt about your actions decided to opened the door and your brother entered your quarters, which he knew by heart, and hurriedly closed the door before a guard discovered them. You didn't reach to say anything when he rushed to ask. "Did he do something to you?"

"What are you doing here, idiot? You're the fucking groom."

"Did that motherfucker touch you?" he kept asking, looking at you intently, scaring you in the deep. "Damn it. Answer me, did he dare offend you?"

"Balea must be worried about you, must go back quickly." You raised your sweet voice, annoyed by your brother's recklessness. "Her Majesty must be asking about you and I don't think Daemon would be amused if you left his daughter alone in the middle of the celebration."

"Let them ask whatever they want, you know I care little for them and they'll have a hard time finding me."

"Stop with the stupids lies, brother. You're the heir, all eyes are on you now until you die, it's natural that you care about your reputation." You said turning your back on him, weren't angry, just being realistic. Also didn't want him to look at you in that horrible dress full of alcohol. "Need to go back, Jace, your fiancée is probably looking for you around the castle and she's not going want to find you with me."

The prince's sigh of frustration filled the moonlit room.

"You think I want this for myself?" his question sent chills down your spine, Jacaerys' tone sounded hurt. "You must understand, sister, what it means the duty of our position."

Damn. That painful conversation again.

"Oh, Jace. You really want to talk about that shit right now?"

You heard his footsteps, the right thing to do was for him to leave you alone and leave like this, but his big hands came to rest on your shoulders. An intense sensation ran up your neck as Jace’s breath hit your cold and palid skin. His pointed nose touched your back awkwardly moving unsure of his decisions, then his hands shifted to your waist clinging tightly without letting go. You couldn't control yourself, Jacaerys was yours and hated to see him with another woman.

"Jace, n-no." Whispered in a soft voice with your eyes closed. You wanted to say with all your might that it wasn't right, but the warmth of his breath and his fingers touching your skin was so much better.

"Just shut up, can you do that?" He ordered plaintiff. "And don't call me a liar, that makes me mad, you know it."

Listening to him angry just fucking loved it, he was always so correct but when they were alone you couldn't control it.

You could fall into his arms easily if he wants, he had the demanding tone you need to hear all nights. Turned around looking for Jacaerys’s mouth desperate to kiss him, to reaffirm that he has been yours forever. His wet lips with yours knew each other perfectly, you were not new to this nor had you spoken of leaving him. The prince took your neck with his hand squeezing gently, but enough to know he didn't want you to move. His tongue entered in your mouth invading all the wet space, desperate for your gentle touch cupped your red cheek. You ran your hand through his long and curly hair, tangling your fingers in his perfect curls, pulling his body closer to yours.

"Want to do it now, sweet?" he growled between your half-open lips without letting go of your waist. You nodded without hesitation forgetting the fear of being discovered, you were so needy and only he could help you. "Gods, you're such a good sister."

Between wet kisses and ragged breaths they reached your bed which was perfectly tidy. His suit with the symbol of the House Targaryen stood out on his chest, Jacaerys sat on the edge waiting for you to sit over him so desesperaly, when you finally did he kissed your bare neck leaving some marks that he cared little if they showed later. Just wanted to mark all your body that no one would look at you, but the idea that you were desired by the all the knights in the real always liked because he could have you while the others only desired you.

"That idiot won't bother you again, did you hear me." He muttered with difficulty, but convinced to keep his word only for you. "Vermax will turn it to ashes."

You were so wet that you think any touch was going to make you scream in perfect orgasm. Jacaerys Velaryon, your older brother and the future king was your first man and you didn't want anyone to be the second. The first time, Jace was gentle and soft with you because he didn't want to hurt his little sister, but the more you repeated it, hidden from the eyes and ears of others, you experienced more things that pleased both. Your favorite place was the bed, you could do many things there and get into various positions that made feel more of him.

"We don't have much time, darling." Said the boy tucking a strand of your long hair behind your ear.

In a hurry and a little clumsy, you pulled up the long skirt of your fancy dress just enough to be exposed for your brother. None of you were naked, you could imagine that the celebration had not stopped in the absence of the prince nor yours. Jacaerys also settled down below you without taking his eyes off you at any fucking time, thinking that he did not want any maiden, however pure and elegant he doesn’t care a shit. That wasn't the first time time time had worked against time, the adrenaline rush was unique, like riding dragons. The sex with you felt much better though.

"Come here, sweet." Commanded with dilated pupils, tired and anxious from so much waiting to feel you. His hot member brushed against your wet entrance unleashing an intense sensation that made you moan but without opening your mouth. Jacaerys' hands slipped under your dress while you didn't let go of his shoulders so you wouldn't lose your balance, your knees bent on the mattress giving you comfort and the prince sitting under you, watching every expression in your pretty face. “You look so beatiful this night.”

"Don't have idea how much I was looking forward to having you again." Said panting, your skin beginning to flush from the heat emanating from your bodies. "Promise you won't leave me, Jace." You take his face in your little hands, desperate for the rubbing between your legs. "Get fucking married, I don’t care but keep coming back to me."

The moment he entered so slow and careful you let out a sweet moan that you tried to hide by covering your mouth biting your lip, Jacaerys threw his head back taking a moment to accommodate inside, you were so wet he slid in easily reaching your bottom in a matter of seconds. You squeezed his shoulder and he smiled when he heard you moan exactly like this.

"Look at me." He commanded taking in your hot face, you found it hard to concentrate feeling him so deep inside you, but looked into his dark eyes. "I will always come back to you."

And that was what you needed to hear.

You moved up and down slowly, the prince’s moans giving more pleasure from the movements and the feeling between your legs. Jacaerys closed his eyes tensing his jaw holding his cum so fast, you kissed him biting his thick lips at the same time moaning louder.

You were clothed but it felt so good to feel his hot member rubbing against your walls that you just wanted to increase the speed. Jace enjoyed feeling you all the time, with your hands he pulled down the front of your stained dress to let your breasts out. He took one between his big hands to squeeze it mercilessly, making you moan, you were very sensitive to any touch and your brother knows how to take to the climax.

"Jace." You gasped without stopping.

"Go on." He challenged you.

You listened to him, obviously. You were convinced that if at that moment Baela Targaryen entered you would not mind if the daughter of Daemon found you riding her future husband.

You felt him so hard and hot in you, watched him writhe with pleasure under your body, so you kept moving until couldn't hold back the urge to speak.

"Do you know what that man told me?" Asked pausing for a second, Jacaerys listen still inside you, you caressed his swollen lips. "If I married him I was never going to be short of a good fuck."

The prince's expression changed completely in a second, you knew what you had just done and you didn't regret it. Jace grabbed you by the waist and turned you over on the bed leaving you exposed to his desire and discomfort. He quickly pulled your dress up again entering you more anger, this time without softness or gentleness that characterized him, you screamed forgetting that you should keep quiet to guard his secret, but he grabbed you so tightly and kept moving behind you.

"You like it like this?" Asked agitated, moving back and forth constantly, you were clinging to the sheets. You nodded unable to modulate a statement. "No one can touch you. You’re so fucking mine." He kept up the accelerated. Stuck your cheek to the mattress in pain but the sensation in your belly was growing, the friction getting more and more delicious and rough, it was something new and you really liked. Your brother's hands marked on your soft skin, there was less time left to feel the orgasm. You wanted him to know what he was going to miss out on by marrying another woman.

"Jace-Jacaerys." Tried to speak. “Fuck, gods.”

"A little more, darling." He begged.

You couldn't stand the pressure growing under any longer, your legs faltered and your chest couldn't expand any more. You stood there for a few seconds recomposing yourself, trying to get the air back into your hot agitated lungs. Turned to look at him, Jace looked exhausted, his skin red, sweaty and curls in disarray. You had never felt his anger or jealousy over you before. Sat on the edge of the bed while he quietly adjusted his pants again. The prince looked his messy reflectoon at the mirror, adjusting the hair, his expensive suit, trying to conceal it.

You didn't know whether to speak or remain silent.

"I'll go back to the celebration." He said without looking at you. “I’m sorry for leave you.”

"It's okay." Whispered tidying the long skirt of the frayed dress. "I think so do I."

The prince turned with an expression of unpleasant surprise. "Are you serious, sister? After this?"

"Sure. I'm going to change this fucking dress first." You affirmed with an innocent smile. Your hair is messy too, with the lips swollen and wet were still warm. “Oh, I forgott. Congratulations for your wedding; brother."

Jacaerys grabbed your jaw hard stealing a long kiss that you didn't manage to escape. He looked at you disapprovingly. "You’re wicked."

⊹ ࣪ ˖ MASTERLIST

[venusbyline]

5 HOTD characters who definitely like period sex?

HEADCANON: 5 HOTD characters most likely to enjoy period sex

— tags/warnings: female!reader, period sex, blood kink, blood licking, oral sex (female receiving), fingerfucking, fingering, rough sex (but kinda fluff too), scissoring/tribadism, lesbian sex, menstrual cramps, overstimulation, creampie, safeword use mentioned, implied underage sex, established relationship, canon divergence. no use of y/n. english is not my first language.

1- CREGAN STARK

He's a Northman, he certainly wouldn't mind a little blood during sex. Actually... Cregan finds it so hot and it's one of his biggest kinks. Whether he's eating you out and getting his face all messed up with your lunar blood or just fucking your tight, velvety cunt and seeing the mess of his seed and your reddish liquid running down afterwards, staining the bedsheets.

Cregan always opens your legs to fuck you missionary style, then he can watch how your blood looks so delightful coloring both of your thighs as he moves in and out. His big, thick cock hitting so close to your cervix might make your menstrual cramps kinda worse, but Cregan will make it up to you later, warming you in his embrace, his large, sweaty body snuggling you and caressing your hair until you fall asleep.

2- DAEMON TARGARYEN

Guys... This man also loves giving oral sex when you're having your lunar blood. It's morally disgusting in some people's eyes, but for him it's one of the best tastes there is, better than any wine. I think Daemon is more a oral receiver than a giver, but if you're on your period he'll get addicted to your cunt.

As much as Daemon's focus is on using his mouth on you, he'll fingerfucking you for a few minutes, just so he can stick them down your throat then, forcing you to swallow the small but more solid red remains that came out of your own body. He'll definitely wanna make you cum (and bleed) in his mouth for hours, until you're so overstimulated that you'll actually have to beg him to stop.

3- ALYS RIVERS

Where are the readers who are in love with that "sweet" witch? Alys is definitely in the TOP 3 and also is the HOTD female character most likely to enjoy period sex (and blood kink in general). If you're on your period, she'll lick you, putting her fingers inside you until your lunar blood is all over her arm. She might even use your blood for some of her freaky potions.

If Alys is on her period, you can fuck her out as much as you want if you're into it, the feeling of your mouth around her sensitive clit will leave her moaning loudly and grabbing your hair tightly, pressing you even more against the pubic dark hairs and now also with red drops. If you're both menstruating at the same time, the mess will be even better, because Alys will definitely wanna fit her legs between yours to share each other's blood when the two of you are rubbing your cunts against each other.

4- JACAERYS VELARYON

Considering the canon and not my HCs about dark!Jacaerys (for the happiness of the harassing anon hahahah), I think Jace would be a fancier of period sex, but for softer and more romantic reasons. If you're his wife, he'll definitely try to help you ease your menstrual cramps by using sex to your own good (thanks to my dear @thesongoficeandfir3 and her Jace's fic "Mine to take care of", now I got the vision hahaha).

In my opinion, he focus more on using his tongue, so you can cum in his face while he eats you out gently and trying not to make your period pains worse.

5- RHAENYRA TARGARYEN

Princess and Young!Rhaenyra prefers you to focus entirely on her when she's on her period. She's totally spoiled and acting like a brat until you satisfy her sexual desires, as the Targaryen Princess definitely is the type of girl who gets even more horny when she's bleeding. Rhaenyra lays you down on the bed and sit on your face to being able to take control of the entire situation and use your mouth and even your nose, making your pretty face all bloody.

Queen or Adult!Rhaenyra in general is more a giver, but with dominant manners too. She gives you pleasure when you're on period, but putting you on all fours, your ass sticks up in the air as she fucks her fingers inside your cunt, the drops of blood splattering onto the bedsheets. After you cum so many times, Rhaenyra puts her dirty long fingers inside your own mouth to make you feel the metallic taste and kisses you soon after, saying praises and caressing your body with an almost worship way.

[howdoesagrapewrites]

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐚𝐰𝐬

Plot: Imagine being the legitimized bastard of Daemon Targaryen, and having a very devoted family.

Cw: fem!reader, cisgender female reader (I'm sorry mascs and nbs, I'll make something for you later) incest/targcest implied for later, platonic and romantic yanderes, yandere EVERYONE x reader, here's a list of every character that will be featured (not all of them are romantic):Rhaenyra Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen, Rhea Royce, Alicent Hightower, Otto Hightower, Viserys I Targaryen, Aegon II Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen, Haelena Targaryen, Daeron Targaryen, Lucerys Velaryon, Jacaerys Velaryon, Laena Velaryon, Laenor Velaryon

Notes: I go by a very strange mix of the series and the books, I haven't seen the series in a while so the timeline will most likely be a mess. I'd like this to be a series but I've been incredibly busy. Extra: at first I thought about making reader Mysaria's daughter, but this is a self insert, so it's best that you look however you like, leaving the mother anonymous. The only physical reference I'll make will be reader's silver hair

>After Rhaenyra was declared the heir of the iron throne, Daemon, insulted, flew away with his mistress, the white worm, who he would conceive a child with, even asking for a dragon egg for the prince or princess to come

>However, Viserys demanded him to go back to his home and wife, he sent Mysaria off to lys, where the stress of a storm in the trip back made her lose the baby

>Daemon never fully forgave his brother, and this left him less than eager to have another child anytime soon

>So imagine his surprise, when 7 years later, there's a rumour spreading in flea bottom like wildfire, about a girl carrying Daemon's bastard

>Many women had claimed to carry a royal child before, thinking this could give them any sort of prize, so Daemon didn't think much of it at first, but when he heard her name, he recognized her as one of his previous "favorites" who disappeared without a trace months ago

>She was said to have taken residence in Essos, and Daemon went on dragonback to find her. She was from the free cities, five years older than Daemon, and a heart as cold as a northern winter, or so they said. She was not expecting Daemon, running away to have the child in peace

>"They said I was too far along when I found out, moon tea would've only harmed me. Besides, it was lucrative in its own way" said the woman. Daemon did little to suppress the disgust on his face when thinking about her being defiled by other men while carrying his dragonseed babe

>She wanted no part in the baby's life, and Daemon, in his particular fashion, informed her he'd take the youngling as soon as it's out of her, may even pay her a few coins to make sure she won't do much as think about keeping it

>A few months passed, and he returned to king's landing with a babe in arms. Demanding an egg in honor of the birth of princess Y/N Targaryen

>This egg would later hatch into the dragon Dagahrion, the princess' bound dragon

>The court was a hot mess, according to Otto, he wouldn't be surprised if the young creature lost its left ear because of all the gossip and ill-speaking of her, just like her father. This was a scandal, considering he was still married to Rhea Royce, who he gravely dishonored time and time again, Daemon was always shameless, but this was crossing a limit, even for him, to call his bastard a princess while refusing to lay with his own rightful wife, disgraceful

>Daemon tried to use you as yet another attempt to get his brother to annul his marriage to "the bronze bitch", but even when he failed, he did everything in his power to legitimize his daughter

>Despite everyone on the council telling Viserys how foolish it'd be to do it, making enemies out of the Royce house, further insulting Rhea, and putting a whoreborn on the line of succession (no matter how far from the throne), all it took was a little yawn and the bright twinkle of your eyes to make him melt, he is fully committed to his role of uncle, even as a doting grandfather, considering his father passed long before her birth

>Viserys sent Daemon back to the Vale, saying he should do his best to give lady Rhea an heir, to make up for the slip and avoid causing the Targaryen house any more trouble. Viserys, for totally not selfish reasons wanted to keep the princess in KL, saying Rhea should not be made to raise his bastard

>Daemon said he'd rather be exiled again than to leave his daughter in Hightower hands to go try to fuck his wife. Viserys was greatly offended by the implication that the Hightowers truly ruled and schemed while he reigned

>To his outmost displeasure, he finally had to let his niece go to the Vale with her father

>Rhea loved you as soon as she set eyes on you, completely separating you from your father's actions, and seeing you as a pure angel in this horrible situation

>But it was so difficult with Daemon around, she just wanted to whisk you away and love you, she'd pray to the mother to be able to breastfeed you, crying when she heard you wail in frustration of your hunger, since it took several wet nurses to get you to drink milk

>But Daemon was always around to remind her you were not hers, that he considered her lowly, not worthy of you. He'd correct you when you learning to speak, and dared to refer to her as "mama"

>It was said the ground of the vale would shake upon them yelling when fighting over you

>But this joy to Rhea was short lived, as Daemon sent you to KL when he had to fight in the war of the stepstones, saying the "nest of vipers" was more deserving of you than she was. When you were three, your step mother had an accident while hawking, many said Daemon orderded for her to be poisoned when she was bed bound, others said the distress of your parting made her lose skill

>It was Viserys greatest pleasure when you were left at his care, his adorable baby niece was now an infant, and somehow you were even more charming, being able to speak, sing and walk

>To no one's surprise, Viserys' reaction was not generalized, with many not being keen on having a bastard running around the castle playing with the princes, by that point, Aegon was 8, Haelena was 7, Aemond was 5, and Daeron was 1, and almost all of them could see people treated you differently

>Rhaenyra was welcoming, baby Lucerys had just been born, and she was delighted to have a girl to spoil, it only helped that Jacaerys loved you as well, and would often fight his uncles for the chance to be with you

>Alicent in particular was not pleased with your presence, thinking you were an uncomfortable conversation to have with her children, especially resentful of the fact her youngest son would be attached at the hip with you

>To Otto, you were an annoyance, a living proof of Daemon's pure disregard for the norms, however, he could rest at night knowing you were ninth in the line of succession, and a girl, who would someday marry a son of a minor house and be too busy bearing children to present a claim to the iron throne

>Even though the Hightowers were tougher than the king, they did eventually succumb to your spell, and became just as enamoured with you as everyone else, in their minds, you were almost a product of spontaneous generation, completely ignoring your shameful father and prostitute mother

>Your arrival also caused the birth of Lucerys (who was again, born with a striking resemblance of Harwin Strong, just like his older brother) to be less gossiped about, after all, your case was much more interesting

>Some people in court starting referring to you as "The princess of flea bottom", this title costed quite a few tongues around the castle, ordered by Viserys, happily approved by Otto

>The Hightower hand was careful not to show too much affection to you, as it was improper and he knew how zealous was Viserys when it came to you

>Aegon was "already too old to be playing" in his words, and kept his distance from you, you reminded him to much of his sticky handed little brothers

>But as if you knew, you chased him around and praised him for his knightly demeanor (in your eyes) and how he's just like the heroes in Viserys' stories. It was not a long time before Aegon now appointed himself as your guard, watching like a hawk over his brothers and nephews when he thought they were being too rough on you

>Haelena loves you from the start, sees you as a little doll, she loves showing you her bugs, you're the only one who listens to her attentively

>Jacaerys and Daeron are only a year old, but always search for you, you think they're cute, something that spikes jealousy on Aemond, he wants you to think of him as someone worthy of admiration, like you see his older brother, he'd even accept being cute in your eyes, but he has none of those traits to appeal to you. You love him and love playing with him nonetheless, but he thinks he needs something else to win your favor

>The Velaryons dote on you too, with Laenor married to Rhaenyra and once your father marries Laena that same year, they are maybe too eager to become part of your family, and regard you as theirs

>Especially Laena, who Daemon allows (unlike with Rhea) to pamper and care for you, but still corrects you when it comes to remembering your origins, Laena may love you, but she's not your mother

>Maybe Daemon does this as a way to imagine you're only his, he doesn't care for the woman who abandoned such a precious treasure, she has been wiped away from your life and memory, you're only familiar with your father, you only belong to him

>You have his silver hair, you have his name, no matter who your mother was, you are his true valyrian heir, his dragonseed

>Unfortunately, Daemon is not the only one whose eyes light up when thinking of owning you

[afro-hispwriter]

A Betrayal No More(final)

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen/Velaryon!reader

Summary- Aemond has been thrown into the dungeons just hours after your death, but the blacks need Aemond and Aemond needs you. 

Warnings- angst ending with fluff, mentions of torture, murder, battle of the gullet comes wayy faster than it actually does lol, dragon death

Part 3 of the Betrayal mini-series 1 2

Wc-3.3k+

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Aemond was thrown into the dungeons along with Criston. They quickly found out that wasn't a wise idea since it ended up with Aemond almost choking the man out. 

He's not sure how long he'd been down there but he's been questioned a lot. But Criston on the other hand has been tortured, daily. He heard his screams of pain, and it made Aemond cringe. That man was the closest thing to a father he ever had but he was also the same man who killed the love of his life in front of him, however many days it's been since. 

Aemond thought they were going to starve him out but those thoughts were soon erased when Daemon Targaryen himself. His uncle, and father of his late love, came down and opened his cell door. Daemon glared harshly at his nephew, tightening his jaw and fist.

"Come boy." He demands but Aemond doesn't move, just sits there and looks at him wearily. "A hot bath and food has been prepared for you." Aemond cocks his head to the side before standing up.

"Preparing me for my execution?" 

"Every day I have the urge to come down here and cut your head off and send it to your family. But the queen says if it's true you are here to bend the knee, we need you." Daemon steps out of the way but Aemond still hesitates. "We don't have all day." 

"Hmm, lead the way." Aemond has only been to Dragon Stone maybe less than a handful of times. Daemon started his descent to the stairs with Aemond in tow. 

"Letting your daughter's killer out Daemon?" Gasps out Cristion making both men stop. 

"I guess you have gone mad Criston, you will never know freedom again." Daemon spits out and continued his way up the stairs. 

Aemond kept space between him and his uncle. There was still a chance this was all a trick and he was being led to his execution. But no. Daemon opened the door and the hot steam hit them both in the face. 

"Enjoy," Daemon says and Aemond walks through and Daemon shuts the door. A pretty servant girl appeared.

"Would you like assistance with bathing my prince?" She asks and Aemond shakes his head no. She nods and gives a bow before leaving. Once Aemond knew he was alone he started discarding the clothes he had on. He still had dried blood on his hands. Her blood. It made him sick to his stomach. 

Aemond settled into the water and sighed deeply. The warmth was very welcoming after being in a cold cell for days.

He wasn't sure how long he was in there but his fingers started to prune and the water started going cold. He scrubbed his skin quickly, dirt and mud from the cells had already turned the water dark and the blood made it worse.

His hair was a lost cause. He could wash out the gunk but it would be a frizzy mess. He stepped out of the bath cautiously and grabbed the towel. He dried himself off and the cold air made him shiver. His wet hair not helping so he tied it up in a low bun. 

The clothes given were a simple white tunic and a pair of pants, his boots from before would have to do. 

Aemond stepped out of the room refreshed. A guard in the hall came up to him.

"The Queen has asked for your presence." He says and Aemond gives a nod. They both walk to the map room where the other half of his family is. 

Baela noticed him first, she had a hard glare on her face. Rhaenys saw him but kept her face neutral, demoted of any emotion. Rhaena was absent. Luke and Rhaenyra stood together, while Jace stood off to the side fists clenched and fresh tear streaks on his face. 

Daemon's hand was tightly gripped on his sword. He also seemed to have taken a bath but his red fists were clear as day.

"We have a meal for you, brother," Rhaenyra says and Aemond says the plate of hot food with a cup of wine. He slowly walked down the steps, one by one until he was behind the chair. The smell enticed him so much, he pushed the chair back and sat in it. Digging into the food greedily. 

They watched him eat, everyone in that room had mixed emotions about him. Some found him guilty, some blamed him, others knew they needed him. 

"Vermithor was last confirmed to be seen crossing the Stepstones and there are reports they saw him carrying something." Aemond stopped eating at the mention of the dragon. 

"Any guesses as to where he is going?" 

"Valyria," Luke says and Aemond sees others in the room sigh or shake their heads. "Maybe Vermithor knows something we don't."

"He's never been to Valyria, none of our dragons have Luke," Jace says.

"But he's still a dragon, that's where his and our ancestors originated." 

"That doesn't explain why he would take Y/n there." Aemond snaps at the boy and Rhaenyra grabs Luke’s hand. "After this is done, I'm going to look for them." 

"What makes you think you're leaving?" Daemon asks and he takes a step closer Aemomd drops his spoon and sits back. 

"You have me and Vhagar now, you can have throne by lunch." Aemond took a bite of his food again.

"We kept you in the dungeons too long. Your grandfather has gotten the support of the Triacrhy and they attacked the Velaryon fleet at the Gullet. 

"You need me to sort it out?" Aemond asks and he downs the wine.

"You and Jace will fly out, using force only if necessary." Rhaenyra and Aemond cracked his knuckles and pushed the chair back.

"Let's go now." He started walking away, not knowing where he would go. But he didn't want to be there.

"Aemond stop," Rhaenyra says and he stops. "You must rest, Daemon is going to take Harrenhall." 

"I will rest when this is over." 

-

Your eyes shot open and the air rushed back into your lungs giving you a horrible spike of pain. You were rushed with cold then you were burning.

"You're okay Lady Y/n." The voice was loud but it was also so sweet and low. You looked around but you could only see the orange glow of fire and you were clearly in a rock structure. A soft pair of hands wrapped themselves around your back and they slowly helped you sit up. The cloth covering your breasts fell in your lap but you made no effort to grab it again. 

You turned your head slowly to meet with a woman. Her hazel eyes pierced through yours. Her dark hair was shining in the light. 

Your heart started racing and you felt across your body when you felt the scars. One look down and the flashes of the blade going in and out of your abdomen. You remembered the flooding of blood in your mouth and... Aemond.

"Ae-." Your voice barely came out, a tiny squeak at best.

"Rest your voice, my lady, your prince is safe." The woman says and walks away and bends down to grab something. She stands back up and she has clothes in her arms. "Your family needs you." She held her hand out to you and you shakily grab it. She helps you plant your feet on the cold floor and your legs shake, the last piece of cloth falling leaving you naked. "Hold onto the table." 

You slowly turned around and held onto the stone slab. Her hands touched your back and she rubbed her finger along the scars.

"They will heal nicely."

"H-How am I alive?" You ask lowly, she smiles behind you.

"Thank your dragon and the Lord of Light, my lady." 

-

You've heard of the Lord of Light, but you didn't believe in him. You didn't even believe in the Seven. But as you walked through the temple with Seraphine, the priestess who brought you back, this lord of light seemed to be even more real. 

Seraphine gave you a pair of pants and a black long tunic. Your hair burnt at the edges, ultimately damaging some of your hair. 

"Where is Vermithor?" You were still trying to find your voice.

"He has taken the liberty and made a home in a field feeding on cows." There were two guards standing post in front of the door. One nod from Seraphine and they opened the doors. The bright lights outside made you stumble. A servant of the temple appeared and he held a pouch of food and a canteen of water. “May I ask you something?” 

You nodded.

“What did you see when you passed?” She asks, almost desperately but keeping calm. 

“Nothing. I saw nothing.” You say and she lets out a quick sigh.

"May the Lord of Light guide you" Seraphine says. You took the pouch from the servant and nodded at them.

"Thank you." You say to both Seraphine and the servant, and maybe to R'hollor himself. 

-

Volantis, that is where you ended up. That is where Vermithor brought you, which confused you. Vermithor has no history of ever being near here, so how did he know to come here?

But the dragon wasn't a hard miss. He lay comfortably in the field. The people of Volantis had started huddling up and pointing at the beast. Some had never seen a dragon or it's been too long. You pushed past them and with one look at your hair and your approach to the dragon, they all backed off and whispered.

"Who is she?"

"Lady Y/n Targaryen? That is her dragon up there."

"But she's supposed to be dead, killed by her lover."

"That has to be Daemon Targaryens eldest."

Vermithor raised his head when he noticed you and raised it to his full height. He then lowered his neck so he could greet you. You reached up and the second you touched his warm, scaly skin you smiled. Smiled hard, you weren't sure how long you had been dead but it felt great.

"I am in debt to you." Vermithor gave a small growl of acknowledgment, the large dragon then showed you his neck so you had access to the ropes of his saddles. "Take me home."

-

Aemond stood in her bedroom. Memories of the two flooded him. The amount of times he has snuck in here and the times he almost got caught. Her bed was still made since the last time she was there.

It was hard to believe barley a week ago she was begging him to join her. Barley a week since he watched the life leave her eyes the next day.

"Daemon's taken Harrenhall." Jace's voice came from behind him. Aemond turned around to see his nephew in his riding gear and armor. Aemond walks towards him, hair swaying behind him to bump into the boy in front of him. Jace's fists clenched then he relaxed. "I know what your intentions are." Aemond stopped walking. "She wouldn't want you to do that, uncle."

"That is not of your concern, I will look for her regardless of where I am." 

-

Vhagar is the largest dragon alive. She is a hardened warrior. But that doesn't mean she isn't an easy target for ships, as her old age has made her slower and less agile. Her dragon fire is devastating but it won't do anything if she is shot out of the sky. 

Jace and Vermax focused more on the actual people on the ships rather than destroying the ships. Leaving that to Aemond and Vhagar.

Everything was going well until Aemond witnessed Vermax get caught in a grapple and yanked down. No doubt the dragon's death was immediate. Jace leapt off and crashed into the water and Aemond knew his nephew was in trouble. Vhagar dove and the men on the ships brought their crossbows out.

But before Aemond could yell the word 'Dracarys'. Another dragon swooped in under him and instantly laid waste to the ships. It forced Aemond to pull Vhagars reigns and urge her to stop.

Anyone familiar with any of the dragons can recognize the Bronze Fury. But Aemond was more than familiar with the Bronze Fury. Aemond leaned over Vhagar to catch a glimpse at the dragon flying below. 

The silver hair stood out against everything else. 

Aemond felt his heart skip multiple beats. He blocked out all the chaos, Vhagar maneuvering herself around spears. He is no longer worried about Jace. Aemond gripped the reigns and leaned forward.

"Pikagon(follow), Vhagar!" The dragon dipped down and followed behind Vermithor. Aemond was intent on getting a look at the rider. 

The combination of Vhagar and Vermithor fire destroyed the majority of the fleet. Less than 15 ships remained before white flags were waved and the retreat began. 

Aemond could barely focus, his sole attention on Vermithor. But then the dragon changed direction and flew away. Aemond, with no hesitation, followed. 

Vermithor Landed on a sandbank and Vhagar circled until she landed as well. The dragons stood opposite of each other. Aemond shakily made his way down until his boots hit the sand. The person on Vermithor made the same action. 

Aemond walked forward a few steps and he saw you. He saw you from that great distance. His legs were moving before he could register it. 

"Aemond!" He heard his name come from your voice and it spurred him faster. You had started running too, but Aemonds long legs had him reach you much quicker. You crashed into him but he held himself so he only stumbled. He grabbed your arms and looked at you. He looked you up and down. 

"H-How? I watched you die." Aemond's eye started to gloss and suddenly his eyepatch was growing irritating. You shakily brought your hands to his face and caressed his cheek with your thumb. 

"Vermithor took me to Volantis and a red priestess brought me back. The Lord of Light brought me back." 

For a moment Aemond believed he died and just hasn't realized it. But it all felt too real. 

"I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry." He pressed his forehead against yours and let the tears fall freely, the same tears falling from his other eye started to accumulate in his eyepatch. 

"It wasn't your fault."

"I should have just left with you the first time."

"There was no way we could have known, but I'm back, and hopefully for a long time." Aemond sucked in a sharp breath and stumbled backward. You grabbed his arms tightly and his knees buckled so he landed on them. You went down with him and wrapped your arms tightly around his shoulders.

Aemond laid the side of his head on your chest so he could feel and listen to your heartbeat. He takes continuous deep breaths and you cradle the back of his head. Your fingers then unbuckled his eyepatch and you tossed it into the sand. 

"Aemond." He looks up, his violet eye matching yours. The sapphire shining. "I'm here, I'm okay." He swallowed harshly and looked around. 

No enemies to be seen. Just your dragons on opposite sides of the sand bank and the burning of ships in the distance.

No one was there to take you away from him again. 

Aemond kisses you like he never did before. He wrapped his arms securely around your body and pulled you onto his lap. 

He grabbed at your clothes and pinched the material tightly. He kissed you as if his life depended on it. But it was all too much for you and you pulled pack. He pushed his face into your neck, his cold nose making you shudder. His thin lips pressed against your neck, followed by multiple pecks along the skin. 

"Aemond no." He now laid sloppy wet kisses. "I smell of dragon and death." 

"Don't care."

'Cough, Cough'

Aemond pushed you to the side and scrambled to his feet. Unsheathing his sword in the process.

Jace shook his hair and hacked up more salt water. 

"Jace." You whisper and scramble up but this time running to him. "Jace!" 

He looked up from the sand to see your figure and his eyebrows furrowed.

"Y/n?" You collapsed to your knees and pulled him in. "B-But you're- am I?"

"No, you're not. I'm here Jace, I'm alive." He was trying to take in the information but exhaustion came over him and he slumped in your arms. Aemond walked up behind you to inspect his nephew.

“We need to get him back to Dragonstone.” 

-

Word reached Daemon in Harrenhall as soon as possible when the Bronze Fury was seen at the Gullet. He was back on Caraxes immediately to fly out. Velaryon and Triarchy ships were still ablaze but no sight of any dragons. The next best place would be back to Dragonstone. 

And he was right. Daemon sees Vermithor being tended to by the dragon keepers. He landed Caraxes and walked in through one of the many entrances to the castle.

He passed servants on his way to the council room, helmet clenched in his fist. They stared at him or their eyes would widen at the sight of him. Two guards at the door pushed it open for him. Everyone’s eyes turned to him and they grew silent. 

His eyes couldn’t help but trickle over to the bundle of silver hair. Baela and Rhaena stood there hugging you. Daemon’s hand went weak and the helmet clattered to the ground loudly.

You split from your sisters and smiled at Daemon.

“Father.” Daemon didn’t move from his spot when you reached him. He grabbed you and pulled you in tightly. 

“I- how? When?” He wanted to ask so many questions but you shook your head. 

“I'm here, that's all that matters.” Daemon stayed silent and held you tighter. 

-

Criston’s execution was minutes after the reunion. Death by dragon. Baby dragons, juvenile dragons. It was a horrifying watch.

-

“Do you think the red god exists?” You ask Aemond as he gently drags his finger along the healing puncture marks. 

“There are many gods.” You lean against his chest, the water in the tub sloshing. 

“Have you read about this one?” 

“There isn’t much in the library.” He kissed the side of your head and you tilted your head back. 

“And there has never been a resurrection recorded.” Aemond tensed up. 

“We don’t even know if you were actually dead, you could have passed out and I simply missed it.” 

“You watched me die,  Aemond. You saw me dead.” Aemond rolled his head and shook it side to side. “I saw nothing, the whole time there was nothing. No dream, no god to take me someplace, none of our ancestors talked to me. It was just nothing.” You started to cry and grasped the edges of the tub. Aemond wrapped his arm securely around you and cradled you. 

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry.” 

It wasn’t until you stopped crying that you could speak clearly again. You stared at the candle, the fire flickering back and forth.

“Aemond?”

“Hmm.”

“I want to give my thanks to this, god.” Aemond sighed but pressed his cheek onto the top of your head. He refused to fight about something like this. 

“Whatever you need, I am here.” The rumble coming from his chest when he spoke was comforting. 

“Avy jorrāelan(I love you).” You say and kiss his bicep. “He is the one who brought me back to you.” 

-

A/n- holy fuck, two fucking years later lol

[frankcastleonlyfans]

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐒

pairing: daemon targaryen x royce!reader

summary: after an unexpected invitation to a wedding at the north, y/n royce teams up with her unbearable ex-husband, prince daemon targaryen, on a journey that leads us to Winterfell, where they plan to stop their daughter from marrying cregan stark.

author's note: this short series (it will probably be a trilogy) is based off the movie "ticket to paradise" (yes the one with george clooney and julia roberts)

warnings: enemies to lovers, short haired daemon, y/n and daemon hate each other and will probably remind you of your divorced parents. daenys is 18 and i don't remember how old is cregan sorry :)

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You thought that years after your daughter became a woman, parenting wouldn't be a problem in your life anymore. You were wrong. As your eyes read the letter in your hand, over and over again, your mind screamed: This is all his fault!!! And of course you knew it wasn't directly his fault, after all, your ex-husband resided at King's Landing, and probably by now he'd be reading the letter, same as you, after receiving this dreadful news. Your sweet young daughter has just got engaged to Cregan Stark.

Daemon's nostrils dilated in anger. Two weeks ago, Viserys had asked him to visit Winterfell and make presence at Cregan's takeover ceremony, as he just became the new Lord of Winterfell. The Prince was ready to do so, but his precious Daenys asked him to go on her father and uncle's behalf. Now, Daemon would take the blame as he knew it was, in fact, his fault.

As the The Rogue Prince went over the words written on the paper, he could already feel your future judgmental gaze burning him alive. He had thrown his daughter to the wolves, and she thought she was prepared to lead the pack. She asked to go and he let her. Now, he was invited to a wedding at The North.

This wouldn't be happening if she lived in The Vale with you. But no, she had to choose daddy. She would always choose daddy. The Vale didn't had a dragonpit, The Vale didn't had her silver-haired family, The Vale didn't had anything but cows and sheeps and grass. But The Vale had you, and sometimes Daenys would stay for a few weeks with you, even if that meant that her dragon would be flying around Runestone and scaring the villagers.

You had received a raven from Daemon, inviting you to King's Landing so he could escort you to Winterfell on dragonback. Though you preferred the more traditional method of traveling on horseback, you accepted.

The capitol greeted you with its usual oppressive heat and unpleasant smells. It was as you remembered it: hot, congested, and overwhelmingly unpleasant. The last time you had been here was for Rhaenyra's engagement, which had turned into a wedding—and a funeral. The bitterness of that memory lingered.

The court's reception of you was as cold as the city was warm. You were an outsider—no Targaryen lineage, no purple eyes, and no place in the intricate web of court politics. Queen Alicent, though not a Targaryen herself, had embraced the court's customs, which had twisted her children into incestuous little monsters. And as for the heir to the Iron Throne, Rhaenyra's disdain for you was palpable, perhaps fueled by her own obsession with Daemon. The rest of the court's members paid little heed to your presence.

Your carriage delivered you to the Dragonpit, where Daemon was preoccupied with Caraxes, his dragon. The beast’s excitement was evident in its whistling and the way it eagerly twisted its neck to catch sight of you.

Daemon's scowl was familiar as he wrestled with Caraxes. “I wondered if you’d actually come,” he grumbled, his voice a mix of irritation and begrudging relief.

“You knew I had no choice, someone had to come fix up your mess." You shrugged, getting closer to pet the animal.

"My mess!? I don't remember telling Daenys to marry Cregan fucking Stark!" The Rogue Prince scoffed, his voice sounding a little high pitched, "I gave her a task, It's not my fault she has done something completely different."

You hissed at his audacious condescension, "You gave her your task, your responsibility. It's your fault Daemon, as everything is always your fault."

The Rogue Prince frowned as he hopped on his dragon's back, "What's that supposed to mean?"

You chose to ignore him, but accepted his help to get on top of Caraxes' back.

It took eight agonizing hours upon the skies on way to Winterfell, and you could only imagine how many Stark babies your daughter had made by now. It was quite silent upon the clouds, and you could feel the cold air of The North starting to freeze your bones. You wondered if Daenys had adapted herself to the cold already. As always, all your thoughts were on your daughter.

A soft, almost comical tune drifted over as Daemon hummed in High Valyrian while steering the dragon. You rolled your eyes and snorted.

"What’s so amusing now?" Daemon asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Just thinking about how we're going to stop her from marrying the North’s icy prince," you replied with a sigh.

Daemon’s eyes sparkled with mischief. "We should act like we're totally onboard with this. I'll get Cregan to admit he's marrying her just to get his hands on political power, and you, with your talent for manipulation, can work your magic on her."

You shot him a sharp look. "Oh, right. Because your idea of ‘support’ is turning into a two-faced schemer, and my ‘magic’ is just being a professional puppet master. Perfect."

Daemon chuckled at your response, his gaze fixed on the icy expanse below. "It’s not a matter of ‘manipulating’ her, it’s about protecting her. If this marriage goes south, it’s not just her future at risk—it’s the stability of my entire line."

“Stability? You’ve always cared more about your pride and dragons than anything else,” you retorted, shivering slightly as the cold air intensified.

“Pride and dragons have their place, but you underestimate my concern for Daenys,” Daemon said, his voice softening. “She’s my daughter too. If this marriage is a political maneuver or a trap, I need to know. And unfortunately I need your help to do that.”

The snow-covered landscape of Winterfell was becoming clearer as Caraxes descended. You glanced at Daemon, seeing a flicker of genuine worry in his eyes. For a moment, the old animosity between you seemed to melt away, replaced by a shared concern for your daughter.

As Caraxes touched down in the snow-covered grounds of Winterfell, the stark chill of the North bit through your layers. Daemon’s expression was a mix of determination and frustration, and you couldn’t help but notice how the grandeur of Winterfell seemed to dwarf the fiery presence of his dragon.

You and Daemon dismounted swiftly, the crunch of snow beneath your boots echoing in the silent, frigid air. The imposing structure of Winterfell loomed ahead, a stark contrast to the warmth and opulence of King's Landing.

“The Starks will be expecting us,” Daemon said tersely, his gaze scanning the frosty landscape. “We need to play our parts carefully.”

You nodded, still bristling from the cold and the tension between you two. “I’ll do my best. But if this whole affair is some kind of power grab or an elaborate ploy against us, I want to make sure Daenys is safe.”

Daemon’s expression softened again, a rare glimpse of vulnerability crossing his features. “We’ll find out soon enough. For now, let’s just hope this is a union built on more than just politics.”

As you approached the gates of Winterfell, the grandeur of the ancient castle was both intimidating and awe-inspiring. The guards let you pass with minimal fuss, their cold eyes assessing you and Daemon with practiced neutrality. The hallways of Winterfell were lined with Stark banners, and the warmth from the hearths provided a small relief from the biting cold outside.

You were soon ushered into a grand hall where Cregan Stark awaited. His presence was as formidable as his reputation, with an aura of quiet strength that seemed to fill the room. Beside him was Daenys, looking regal but noticeably tense, her eyes meeting yours with a mix of relief and apprehension.

“Mother, Father,” Daenys greeted, her voice steady despite the situation. “I’m glad you’ve arrived safely.”

You offered her a warm but concerned smile, taking in her attire and the unmistakable signs of stress on her face. "Daenys, dear. You look… well. But we need to talk."

Cregan stepped forward, his expression courteous but his eyes sharp. "Welcome to Winterfell. I trust the journey was not too arduous?"

Daemon gave a curt nod, his eyes fixed on Cregan. “It was long, but we’ve managed. I hope the arrangements for the wedding are proceeding as planned?”

Cregan’s expression remained neutral. “Indeed. We’ve made all necessary preparations. I’m eager to discuss the future and the alliance this marriage represents.”

As the conversation continued, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of a complex and possibly perilous chapter. You knew you’d have to navigate not only the intricacies of court politics but also the fraught emotions of a father who was clearly worried about his daughter’s well-being.

The banquet that followed was a display of Northern hospitality, but your mind was elsewhere, focusing on how to ensure Daenys’s future was secure. As the evening wore on, you planned your next steps carefully, knowing that every word and action would impact the delicate balance of relationships that had already been strained.

As you finally retired to your quarters for the night, you and Daemon shared a moment of silence. The weight of the situation was palpable, and while the old arguments and grievances were still there, a shared purpose had emerged. Protecting Daenys was now the priority, and perhaps, in this endeavor, you and Daemon could find some common ground, if only for a little while.

In the stillness of the night, you lay in the unfamiliar bed of Winterfell, the grandeur of the castle doing little to soothe your growing unease. The banquet had been a parade of forced smiles and veiled threats, and the cold seemed to seep through your bones with each passing moment.

A knock at your door broke the silence, and you opened it to find Daemon, his face lit by the flickering torchlight. His usually stern demeanor was tinged with a rare hint of vulnerability.

"Thought I'd find you awake," Daemon said, stepping inside, uninvited "We need to be extra cautious. Cregan Stark is shrewd, and there’s more to this marriage than meets the eye."

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. "Is that so? Because it sounds like you’re just now realizing what kind of game the Starks are playing. Should I prepare myself for a lecture on how wolves hunt in packs?"

Daemon scowled, clearly irritated. "I don't need you to remind me. What I need is to figure out if this alliance is a genuine union or a clever trap."

You snorted, leaning against the wall. "And you think I’m here for the fun of it? We need to be careful, Daemon. You can’t just stomp around like a bull in a wolf’s den and expect to come out unscathed."

Daemon’s eyes flashed with irritation. "I’m not planning on stomping around. I’m suggesting we handle this with some subtlety. Unlike some people who seem to think they can charm their way through every situation."

You gave him a sharp look. "Oh, don’t start with the high-handed approach. We both know you’re just as likely to spark a conflict as you are to prevent one. If you want to be useful, maybe try blending in with the Northerners instead of prancing around like a dragon amongst wolves."

He narrowed his eyes. "And maybe you could stop pretending you have all the answers and start cooperating for once. We’re in this together, whether you like it or not."

With a huff, you pushed away from the wall. "Fine. Let’s agree to not kill each other while we’re here. But remember, Daemon, while you’re plotting your next move, I’ll be the one trying to keep the peace and avoid any unnecessary skirmishes."

Daemon’s expression softened just a fraction. "Agreed. I’ll focus on not antagonizing everyone, if you focus on not making me look like a fool."

As he turned to leave, you caught his arm, a smile playing on your lips. "If this goes south, I expect a full report on how you are to blame."

He shot you a sardonic smile. "I’ll make sure to include a chapter on your unmatched ability to defuse a crisis."

With that, he left, and you returned to the window, staring out at the snow-covered grounds. The chill of Winterfell seemed to amplify the tensions between you, but perhaps, with a bit of wit and a lot of careful maneuvering, you could unravel the true nature of this alliance and ensure Daenys's future wasn't just a pawn in a Stark game.

chapter two: icy flames

[lagosbratzdoll]

sometimes i remember that “you were a child, i spared you” line that daemon says to rhaenyra and the top of my head starts getting hot. the writers/producers involved in that show are so racist that it stops me in my tracks sometimes.

they really lowered laena’s age to victimise her. every single achievement/relationship is stolen from her to prop up white characters. her husband’s love for her is taken away to prop up daemyra. her girlfriend is taken from her to prop up rhaenicent. she can’t go home because of reasons. even her claiming vhagar is taken away to prop up the one-eyed menace.

they hate black people so much that they’d rather have an incoherent, misogynistic mess of a show than stick to a canon where the characters they race bent have actual impact on the storyline. they’re all going straight to hell.

[drakaripykiros130ac]

The Driftmark scene as a whole was a hot mess, courtesy of the showrunners.

So, based on the changes they made from the book, they attempted to make Alicent and Aemond the clear victims (which they’re not, not even in the show).

A 5 year old child, after being called a bastard, threatened with death, and forced to watch his demented uncle prepare to bash his 6 year old brother’s head with a rock, made a move to stop him using a knife and ended up slashing the guy’s eye.

The intention of the 5 year old was to stop this madness. It wasn’t a premeditated thing. It was the reaction of a child.

Now, moving forward to the great “assembly”, we have Alicent who found herself to be everyone’s spokesperson and although she wasn’t there, she somehow knew exactly what happened.

There were no witnesses to this child fight. The result: two girls who were bleeding, a boy with a broken nose and another who unfortunately had his eye slashed. All this shows is that the children fought, the fight escalated and one child ended up permanently damaged.

And then, you have a full grown mid-30 year old woman demanding the 5 year old child’s eye in retribution. When no one was listening to her insane ramblings, she picked up a knife and like a lunatic, lunged herself at the opposite party. At this point, we don’t even know if she was going after Lucerys or Rhaenyra. Afterwards, in a fit of rage, this mad woman slashes the arm and wounds the heir to the throne.

To recap:

1. Alicent thought herself entitled to retribution even though no one witnessed the child fight, and therefore no one could pass judgement.

2. A few dozen people witnessed Alicent hurting Rhaenyra and no consequences followed.

And I’m supposed to be convinced by this scene that what? That the Greens are poor misunderstood victims of Viserys and Rhaenyra?

The only thing this whole scene tells me is that Alicent is an unhinged b*tch.

[writingsofwesteros]

Alicent was hot as fuck when riding Criston in that scene

Criston looked so delicious being used by his queen too.

Imagine him being used by Alicent’s younger daughter, her daddy issues have her craving the handsome knight, he’s always looking after them even if he doesn’t have to. The first time she sleeps with him is after asking him to come to her chambers one late night. She pretends to be a teary mess telling him she’s been feeling weird tingles in her cunny lately, practically begging him to stop them. He’s so weak with his lust for women he obliges, devouring her and fucking her the whole night long. After that she has him wrapped around her pretty finger, having the knight sprawled out in her bed as she gags on his fat cock while he tries his best to not touch her pretty silver locks. She’s such a bad girl, begging him to kiss or fuck her in public places when she desperately needs her knight. Those pretty doe eyes always have him submitting to her wishes, letting her use him in the gardens or swapping spit with him in the keep’s library. She still has to drink moon tea since she’s an unwed maiden, but she promises him that she’ll have all his pretty dornish babes when she marries. Maybe she marries Jace to prevent the dance, it’s also much easier to have her plain featured babes pass off as his. But those tan little beauties say otherwise, especially since they love to spend time with their mother and the lord commander alone. The pair kissing and loving each other in her chambers while their little loves played around them. Rhaenyra and Jace can’t even do anything about it, it’d be hypocritical of them to accuse the princess of having bastards and a lover.

!!!!!!!!!!

Oh she does have him wrapped around her finger thats for sure

Criston truly can't help himself, how could he when she came onto him so innocently. And now he can't find it in himself to stop. Nor would she ever allow that.

[brynnsasha191]

"The problem is Jace, they NEED him to like Alicent, if he doesn’t Rhaenicent will collapse on itself because Rhaenyra won’t choose Alicent over him"

It's more than that, they need Jace to like Alicent because if he doesn't Rhaenyra's own fans will turn on her.

It was happening after 2x03, TBs were getting frustrated with Rhaenyra's incompetence and indecisiveness, especially when she basically gave up wanting justice for Luke for the sake of her "bestie".

So when Jace yelled incredulously "you went to see Alicent???" instead of hating him like the writers' intended, fans were siding with him. I saw this on asoiaf forums, twitter, tumblr, reddit, even YouTube comments were saying Rhaenyra should step down for Jace.

The only thing that saved Rhaenyra from Alicent's fate aka losing her entire fanbase was 2x08, by demanding Aegon's head the writers assured fans she does care about Luke's death.

Nevertheless, if S3 comes around and we get even a whiff of Rhaenyra choosing Alicent over Jace, or Jace venting his frustrations that his mother's neglecting him for her side piece she's going to lose her fans all over again.

That's why they need Jace to be ok with Alicent, because even if the writers prioritise Rhaenicent over Jace/Nyra the fans sure won't.

This show is a true hot mess, especially episode 8. Wth even was that? Episode 8 back tracked on so many things that were set up previously in s1 and s2.

This is a really good analysis of what happened. Tg is horribly misreading the TBs though. The idea that we would tolerate, even for a moment, an alliance between Jace and Alicent. The writers might care about her relationship with Alicent more than they care about her children, but we don't. I can't think of a single tb who isn't still pissed about Rhaenyra's lack of care for Luke. We care about Jace and if he gets so badly character assassinated, the show will be even more screwed.

I think they tried to frame the "you saw Alicent??" scene as just another mean and bossy man trying to tell Rhaenyra what to do. Thank goodness the fans didn't take that bait. Thing is, Jace is completely right. Going to see Alicent was so irresponsible of her, she could've been killed, her council could've seen her negligence and overthrown her.

The idiocy of episode is crazy. No wonder they lost fans. It's such bull shit writing. Rhaenyra is an idiot and indecisive and she doesn't care about her child's death, Alicent is a cry baby whose only character trait is that she bites her finger nails and she doesn't care about her sons death or her grandsons. Remember the scene in the book where Rhaenyra and Alicent rip each others heads off over Luke and Jaehaerys' death??? You can forget about it. Because they're just cute girlfriends instead of MOTHERS. I think it's safe to say any parent who chooses a partner over their child is not a good one.

[jillapril]

+++ Analyzing Alicent - HotD S2Ep2 +++

Alright. Overall, I liked episode 2. Loved Rhaenyra in it and I am glad that I don’t feel the need to explain her actions the way I feel I have to do so with Alicent. It was a difficult episode for Alicent. My thoughts…

- Now we know for sure, she feels guilty for having sinned - for having had sex - and she fears the gods have sent her a punishment by killing her grandson.

- I felt a glimpse of relief when she closed the door, leaving Criston outside, as she was about to take a bath. She was acting cold towards him, kind of passive aggressive. No signs of tenderness. When he says that there is no absolution for what he has done, I guess she thinks the same about herself - but is still in a kind of denial.

- Daeron was mentioned. I don’t know what she thinks of him, I found her reaction rather weird. Like none at all. But she did not want Otto to go to Oldtown. Could be because she does not want Daeron to get involved into this mess now, too - though it seems inevitable. Or maybe she does not have any relationship to him at all and really just thinks taking care of Highgarden is more important. I just thought it was weird.

- However, what I didn’t get: Does she know, that Criston has sent Arryk to kill Rhaenyra?! Otto must have told her, as this was key to him arguing with Aegon and getting fired. So I suppose she must know?! If so, I found her reaction rather underwhelming. I mean it is not just the fact that Rhaenyra could really get murdered now, something Alicent was actually trying to avoid - it is also that her knight opposed her and the council by acting behind their back. How can she stay this calm?!

- Her trying to tell Otto about her sin… Like she was trying to have a friend within the Red Keep and just finding out - once again - that she has none. It is sad, yet I am baffled that she still even tries with Otto. However, I guess this also was a confirmation for her that there won’t be any absolution, in form of love or just empathy, for her either.

- Alicent not being able to comfort Aegon… She looked like she felt his pain. But she is so estranged from him, he has caused her so much trouble on various levels throughout the years - she did not know what to do. Though I totally get her difficulty with Aegon, I also think she’s no better here than Otto was with her a few minutes ago. The Hightowers obviously are all really afraid of dealing with emotions.

- Criston waiting for her on her bed. Ugh… I think this was provocative and him being there was not something they had agreed on. Also the way he stared at her - it was just a huge provocation, maybe a kind of revenge for her being cold towards him before. Like his gaze was telling her: You know it, I am in charge now. Her aggression was completely reasonable and I enjoyed that part.

- However - this resulting in her looking like it just really turns her on and thus having sex with him again… Well… that was the problematic part of the episode to me. To the casual viewer with a heteronormative perception, I believe this must look like her passion for Criston is just so huge, she cannot stay mad at him, she just wants him too much. Like she finds it hot that he deceived her, ordered Rhaenyra’s assassination, became more powerful, demanding her body now by just showing up in her chambers - yea, she just throws away any thoughts about sins and does it all even more passionately again… Really, I cannot even express how much I hate this. Can’t see any sort of sexual liberation or emancipation here, sorry. I mean, what are we to think of this? That deep down in her heart she truly enjoys being dominated by men? That she really feels passion for this guy who she knows behaves like a psychopath every now and then?! I still remember her horrified look when he killed Ser Beesbury in S1Ep9. And now she just finds it all so hot? I really, really hope this is not it and we are yet to find out what this was really all about.

- But, trying to make sense of it from my Rhaenicent-point-of-view - I guess one could still argue that she uses sex for keeping Cole in control. As Otto is about to go away again, Alicent is about to be even more alone than she is already. All that there is left is Cole and he just gained power, so she has to fight even harder to keep him at bay. Giving in to his sudden power rush. Kissing him. Making him feel like it must be real passion or even a kind of love there between them. She knows how hateful he behaved after Rhaenyra had rejected him - so she probably does not want to make the same mistake.

So all in all - I guess we still have to wait and see to find out what her motivations really are. There still is hope, I guess. But I also can’t deny I am really irritated by this development and her portrayal by now.

[witheredoffherwitch]

Do you really think Alicent wouldn't care if her son gets killed? What... She defended him in the first episode, she doesn't seem to think he is some monster.

Hi nonnie,

Okay… upon looking back, I may have given a flippant answer to that previous ask lol. I want to be careful with my words here, because while I empathize with Alicent on so many levels, she is currently one of the most frustrating characters in Hotd. If you had asked me before season 2 whether Alicent prioritised her children over her duty and honour, I would have said yes without hesitation. I have always acknowledged Alicent’s struggles with motherhood (as Olivia has also pointed out in the past), but I never doubted her love for her children. However lately, I find Alicent to be a confusing mess of a character.

Now brace yourself, because what's coming up next is a scalding hot take 💀

First and foremost, it is possible to love your children and still be a bad mother. That was my understanding of Alicent in season 1. Yet, after season 2, it seems as though Alicent's role as a mother is more tied to duty than genuine maternal love. She feels responsible for her children because it is expected of her, and the show makes it blatantly clear that she has not done a good job at it. They make it so evident that Alicent lacks the natural maternal instinct that comes so effortlessly to Rhaenyra. This could be attributed to Alicent's own past as a child bride and her strained relationship with her father. A month ago, if you had asked me whether Alicent would poison Aegon in the end, I would have confidently said no. Now? I'm not so sure.

For Alicent, duty always comes first - even above love. She sees her role as queen and mother to Aegon and Aemond as her duty. Till now, her duty compelled her to stand by Aegon II because she believed she was honouring her husband's dying wish. It remains to be seen if the new conflict (post her meeting with Rhaenyra) will bring any doubts to her mind and whether her duty will outweigh her maternal responsibility. As of now, I believe the show is telling us that it would.

That's all 🤗

[venusbyline]

HEADCANON: Baela x Cregan x Jacaerys as a throuple

these headcanons were inspired by an anon ask. and i'll write more about HOTD throuples too 💕💕

⚠️: SMUT CONTENT. dom!Baela Targaryen, dom!Cregan Stark, sub!Jacaerys Velaryon, Targcest (cousins), threesome FMM (female/male/male), throuple, vaginal sex, anal sex (female receiving & male receiving), pegging, oral sex (female receiving & male receiving), cunnilingus, blowjob, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, kinda fluff too, Rhaenyra is the Queen and Jacaerys is her heir, Baela and Jacaerys are already married, Cregan never married after his first wife's death, canon divergence (No Dance of the Dragons). english is not my first language.

• Baela is pansexual, Cregan is bisexual and Jacaerys is bisexual too. However, Cregan always thought he was straight and never really loved a man before. Despite the fact that he had already felt physically attracted to some of his Northmen friends, he had always ignored this type of desire.

• Baela and Jacaerys were together when they went to deal with political matters in the North, of course. They were married to each other and Jacaerys was the Queen's heir. So when Cregan met them, at first he thought it would just be a few boring weeks with the future king and the future consort, who were wanting to betroth their future daughter to Cregan's only son, as a way to bring House Stark and House Targaryen closer together.

• But all politics matter stopped to be important when Cregan felt so horny for Baela and Jacaerys at the same time.

• Talking about my horny thoughts... Jacaerys is definitely the sub one. He can fuck Baela and Cregan sometimes, but he's soooo whiny and desperate, most of the time he cums so quickly in Cregan's mouth or inside Baela's cunt. It would be almost pathetic, but it's Jace so it's so fucking hot, both Cregan and Baela love that.

• When Jace fucks Baela, she definitely likes to ride him. It's good when she's on top of him — her tits bouncing against his face, because he loves to hold her waist and bury his face between the valley of her breasts, so he can kiss and lick them —, but it's even better riding him on reverse cowgirl position. Jacaerys always moan so much seeing her ass like that.

• When Cregan fucks Jace, he pushes his face into the pillow and fucks him so hard, the prince's tight little hole squeezing Cregan's thick cock — Baela always helps Cregan prepare Jacaerys' body, before the Northman fucks him. She either fucks her husband's ass with her fingers or strokes his hair and lets him suck her breasts and whimper like a little boy while Cregan fingers him.

• When Cregan fucks Baela, she's a little less dominant — not so much, though. But for sure Cregan is the main one —. The favorite position between them is missionary, because Baela can give Jacaerys a head. Cregan loves to see his lovers doing that, and Baela's pretty cunt feels so much tighter as Jace cums in Baela's tits, and he milks Cregan's cock while she cums.

• Jacaerys fucking Cregan it's not something that happens often, but it's good anyway. Cregan likes the spoon position — besides the fact Cregan's taller and stronger than his boy, which makes the sight quite cute also but hot in Baela's eyes.

• They love doing double penetration too. Cregan fucks Baela's ass and Jacaerys fucks her cunt. When Cregan fucks Jacaerys in missionary, Baela sits on his face and faces Cregan. And when Jacaerys rides Cregan, she does the same, sitting on Cregan's face and facing Jacaerys — the difference is that Cregan can concentrate on giving her a good oral sex down there under her body, but when she's sitting on Jacaerys' face, he's such a sensitive, whimpering mess that she has to grind herself against his mouth and nose by herself.

• Sometimes Baela fucks Jacaerys too, using a wooden phallus, whether it's taking it in her hands to stick it inside Jace's hole or tying it to something to wear around her hips, fucking him like she had a real cock. Cregan thinks this is so fucking hot.

• Baela is the best sucking on Jace's cock. Jace is the best sucking on Cregan's cock. Cregan is the best fingering Baela's cunt. Jacaerys is the best eating Baela's cunt out.

• Their aftercare is so sweet. Jacaerys is always a clingy little thing, lying between them, facing Baela and being against Cregan's body.

[knave-of-darkness]

Hot take?

I liked Season 2 of Hot D. And calling it AGOT Season 8 is... no? Have you seen Season 8? No? Go watch Glidus Pisstakes about Season 8 on Youtube. Yes? Do you remember it? It was a brainless mess.

Season 2 does a lot. Its setting up plots, that i know because i read the book. It also is something that i havnt seen on a show in a long time. It doesnt focus on battle, it focuses on the personal. We have the relshenship beteen Deamon and Rheanyra. We get Jace growing up and becoming more like his stepdad-uncle-fahter in law Deamon Targaryen the Rouge Prince. We get Baela which is always good. Now do i Support every decision they made? No. First out of the order i am not upset about Nettles, where is she? I guess she wont be a thing in the show. And then of course Alicent, I dont love it what they have done with her but i understand it. Why do i understand it? Well we have seen Alicent not really being into being a human baking machine. Have we ever seen her loving her children? Aegon? No, i think she might actully hate him. Aemond? Meh? maybe, but after seeing all the chaos and death he has created, i am not so sure. Heleana? Yes she loves her and does what she thinks is the best for her to protect her daughter. So while i dont love it it makes sense for her charater.

The ending, many say that is boring and doesnt do anything and this enitre season did nothing. Have you seen Season 2??? From the battle of the Burning Mill to the Battle of Rooks rest, the Death of a girl boss, Aegon being Toast, Daemon going half insane in Harrenhall, Aemond being Prince Regent, Ulf and Hugh taming Silverwing and Vermithor, SILVERWING AND VERMITOR. THE HEALTHIST COUPLE OF PLANETOS! The 2nd and 3rd biggest dragon on planetos! Nothing Happened? I guess people are upset because it didnt end with a battle. Which is just... sigh.

Another point that i read was that season 2 ends like season 1 and no? It really doesnt Rheanyra is about to win. Who is there to oppse her right now? Aemond with Vhaegar, and Daeron with Tessarion who both (Daeron and his dragon) never have seen battle. So really in a dragon battle it would be Grandma Vheagar and teen Tessarion, against Grandpa Vermithor, Grandma Silverwing, Syrax, Caraxes, and Vermax. I am not counting Baela or the others dragon because of their size. Rhaenyra is at the edge of winning the war without loosing any more man. The thing she and Rheanys always wanted.

I could go on and on, about Corlys and so many other things but i think my point has come across.

Season 8 of game of thrones was bad because no one cared about it anymore, Season 2 is still ok because there are obviously people in the writers room who care... all we can hope for now is that they stay as loyal to the book as they can and that they continue to care.

[aeksion-aekse]

WHISPERS OF THE DRAGON & THE FAWN

Chapter 4: Misery Business & Mental Anguish

tag list 🏷️: @eiralune @noeverse @mini-kunoichi @rozendiors @flippydippydoo @thought--bubble

word count: 3078 words

WARNING: canon events (Vaemond’s death) , depictions of mental breakdown/emotional meltdown, one sided pining from Aegon, stalking??

Brinaera’s POV

What in the Seven Hells did I just witness…? Not only had Vaemond publicly humiliate Rhaenyra in front of every being in the Throne Room by calling her a whore, but calling the legitimacy of her sons into question, calling them bastards. Even if it were true, it is not something that should be handled in public, especially not in such an unscrupulous manner. But the most shocking part of it all was Daemon….he took his sword and beheaded Vaemond. He did it like it was nothing, as if it were normal to him. I was still so shaken up about it all, but why did part of me feel relieved? Why did I feel grateful for the Rogue Prince himself silencing that blood purist permanently?

 I tried to grapple with my own thoughts as I sat in the confinements of my own private bedchambers, the hazy clouds from Blackwater Bay rolling in. I felt as if I was suffocating from the weight of different feelings and thoughts swirling through my mind like a cacophony, unable to decipher just what it was I was feeling. I sat in front of my vanity, staring at myself in the reflection of the mirror until the person looking back at me felt like a mere anomaly. Everything on me looked skewed, like it looked wrong and out of place. My long and lustrous locks of dark brown hair seemed dull and drab, my large and shining hazel eyes looked dead and hollow, my slightly tanned skin as soft as silk looked dry and cracked. I looked as if the very essence of my life was being sucked from me, becoming a shell of the lady I was.

It wasn’t the act of Daemon beheading Vaemond that left an impact upon me, but rather Vaemond’s words that had a grip on me. The way he spoke so ill of bastards, as if they were a mere stain upon society, it would be of no surprise if he thought of them to be a pestilence upon nobles. He seemed to utter the word with a spite that could only be described as being laced with venom. Did he truly think that all bastards were unworthy of even living….? Did he not know that I was a bastard as well, a bastard of Lord Borros Baratheon? He must have, I could see the glances towards my direction each time he spoke of bastards with such conviction, his glare like daggers.

I stared at myself in the mirror, silently cursing at the reflection staring back at me. If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought that the reflection was grinning back at me, almost in a cruel and taunting manner. I couldn’t keep the thoughts running through my mind silent and that damned hazy reflection in the mirror was taunting me. It’s as if she was laughing at me, I could hear it echo in my mind, no matter how hard I tried to shut her out, it echoed over and over. I just let out a loud scream, unable to take it any longer.

“SEVEN HELLS, SHUT UP!!!”

I grabbed my hairbrush and threw it at the mirror, hearing the glass shatter and fall onto the ground in many pieces. I was heaving and panting, trying to catch my breath as I grappled with my sanity. I felt as if I was going mad. Had I truly lost it? I felt my shaky and panted exhales turn into laughter, unable to stop. I had finally cracked, I couldn’t hold it in any longer as I started to sob while laughing, hot tears rolling down my face as I stumbled around my bedchambers.

I just stumbled and walked around my confinements, blindly grabbing and throwing things across the room, screaming and yelling, shouting obscenities and language no lady should ever use. 

Things were broken, tossed, everything a mess…it was as if an unruly storm from my rightful home of Storm’s End had blown through, the room an absolute travesty and in complete disarray. I tried to catch my breath, still sobbing and running my fingers through my now unruly hair, looking around at the damage I had caused. I walked towards where my vanity was, grabbing a shard of glass from what was once the mirror and stared at the reflection in it.

Broken, scattered, a fraction of what it once was…how poetic. I was not who I was supposed to be. I was a bastard child of a Lord who would never recognize or legitimize me. I had been stripped of my birthright and all because my father couldn’t stay loyal to his Lady Wife. I bear the punishment and the weight of his sin. No matter how hard I try to run from it or change it, it’s the truth and I had to accept that. It would be easier.

Easier.

Another word that was used as justification for complacency and cowardice. I held the shard of glass in my hand, tightening my grip as I felt the jagged edges cut into my skin, making a silent vow to myself. I would not let myself fall victim to the preconceived notions that a bastard should follow. I would forge my own path and would make myself the future Lady of Storm’s End, as I was the rightful heir to that title. It was my rightful home, my land, my claim…and I was going to take it by any means necessary. If they wanted to play the game, I would play ten levels above them all. I let out a small chuckle as I grin small to myself, staring out to my balcony as I saw a storm roll in from Blackwater Bay, feeling a newfound hope and energy flow through me, speaking to myself.

“Game on, Lord Borros. I look forward to the next time we meet…father dear.”

I let out a sigh as I ran my fingers through my hair, looking around my bedchambers and shaking my head, walking towards the door and seeing my handmaiden Ursa in front of it. I smile small at her and speak in a rather soft tone of voice.

“Ursa, if you could gather other handmaidens to clean up and tidy my bedchambers, please. Oh, and please have the mirror for the vanity replaced, there was a bit of an….incident.”

Ursa just stared at me, confused yet concerned, sputtering and stumbling over her words as she watched me leave my bedchambers and walk through the halls of the Keep.

“Y-yes, Lady Brinaera, but may I inquire where you are going?”

I let out a small hum as I grin small to myself, continually walking down the halls and heading out of the Keep.

“I am taking a little personal time for myself, Ursa, I will be back soon. No need to fret over me.”

As I walk from the confinements of the Red Keep, I immediately head down this little path that led to Blackwater Bay, seeing the quickly approaching storm heading towards us. The wind was blowing fiercely and the smell of the water from the Bay blended into the air, a thin and uncommon fog covering the shores. I closed my eyes momentarily to take it all in, letting it envelop my senses before slowly opening them up again.

I slowly took off my shoes and slipped off my dress, leaving me in the sheer fabrics of my smallclothes. I took small steps towards the water, step by step as it consumed me, the storm approaching ever faster. I had never felt so connected with the world, so unified and so….myself. I looked up to the sky, the fog reaching the waters evermore and the dark, overcast clouds filled with rain threatening to spill. This was where I felt at peace…tranquility within the storm. 

I let out a sigh of contentment and feel the strident winds blow, sending a chill down my spine. It was cold and biting, yet oddly comforting, I managed to have found peace amongst the storm. It was as if something had awoken inside of me, like something had snapped into place. To have been a raging storm this entire time, fleeting yet lingering at the same time…to walk amongst dragons, it was a sight, an experience. 

As I slowly waded through the waves and water of Blackwater Bay amongst the fog and biting winds, I slowly started to hum before vocalizing, letting out small chuckles in between. The dark and heavy clouds above in the sky started to burst open, rain falling and landing into the water, as if it were cleansing me from above. I run my hands over my soaked hair, pushing it out of my face as I feel all of my “sins” be absolved: the sin of birth, of bastardy, all bestowed upon me from my dear father Borros.

No longer will I be meek and passive, as I have shed an old skin and birthed a new version of myself, one that will not allow such abhorrent treatment from anyone. They do say that the blood of the coven is thicker than the water of the womb, and I have found my coven with House Targaryen, storms and dragons ride side by side in the skies above. Seven above, may anyone who stand in my way pray for mercy, because I will show them none.

Third Person POV

Whilst Brinaera was enjoying her newfound self discovery in the waters of Blackwater Bay, a familiar gaze was watching her from the balcony of their bedchambers. The gaze was one of intrigue, of silent awe…of longing. The gaze of wanting something one knows they can never have, yet still clings onto that sliver of hope that maybe there’s a chance of them being together. A small possibility that they could even share a bed, even for just one night, bare bodied underneath the covers in the embrace of each other. The gaze belonged to the eldest son of Viserys and Alicent, a slightly bitter taste forming in his mouth as he continued to stalk the Baratheon girl from afar, swirling around the wine in his goblet. He was feeling a multitude of feelings, not knowing how to go about it or where to begin, his mind a jumbled mess. 

Aegon couldn’t bear it, he felt as if his very existence was being torn apart, his heart and soul set ablaze by the girl he grew alongside. As much as it pained him, he couldn’t bring himself to look away from her, she was too intoxicating, too ethereal, too perfect. He was gripping his goblet of wine like his life depending on it, his knuckles turning white as his breathing started to become erratic and uneven, turning away from the object of his longing and affection. He paced his bedchambers back and forth, finishing the wine as he threw the goblet across the room, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. He had to do something, and quickly.

Brinaera’s POV

Once I had finally finished my little moment of peace in Blackwater Bay through the stormy weather, I had dried off and put my dress back on, smoothing out the fabric as I made my way back towards the Red Keep. I was as quiet and discreet as I could be, making sure that no one would see or hear me, much less question where I was. Once I made my way through the halls of the Keep, I immediately spotted Ursa in front of my bedchambers, staring at me like a deer frozen in place.

“Lady Brinaera, you’re soaked to the bone and you’re absolutely freezing! You’ll catch a cold, if not worse! Let’s get you out of that dress and into a nice hot bath, come!”

I let out a small, amused chuckle as I followed Ursa into my bedchambers, the door closing behind us both. I let out a small hum as I started to slip off the dress I had been wearing, now soaked from my body being in the waters of the Bay. Once the hot bath was drawn up, I let out a small sigh as I slipped myself in slowly, feeling quite content with the feeling of the scalding water meet my soft skin.

“Hm….Ursa, do you think I am….weak?”

“Of course not, my Lady.”

“I want you to be completely honest with me, Ursa.”

Ursa just let out a sigh as she started to detangle my hair in the water of the bath. 

“I do not think you are weak, Brinaera. Quite the opposite. You have a heart of gold and a gentle nature, but that is not to be taken advantage of. I only hope for you to be the best you can be.”

I pondered Ursa’s words for a moment in silence, sitting in the bath as the storm raged over King’s Landing with howling winds and torrential downpour. I then smile small to myself before finally speaking once more.

“Do not fret Ursa, I can assure you that I will be the best version possible of myself .... the silent storms are always the most feared. As they should be.”

Ursa had paused, slowly stopping the movements of her fingers weaving through the locks of her hair. I could sense the confusion and anxious feeling radiating off of her before she even spoke.

“My Lady, I’m afraid I don’t understand what you mean.”

I let out another hum before chuckling, a small sigh escaping past my lips.

“No, no I’m afraid you don’t, dear Ursa. But I do trust in you enough to confide in you. Alicent is a bit of a …. standoffish woman, Viserys would be worried I’d accidentally start a war, Aegon is constantly drinking and fucking whores, Helaena is too pure to confide in and Aemond….”

I pause for a moment as I smile small to myself, a fond little expression washing over my features.

“Aemond may be my dearest friend, but he hasn’t been the same since the night he lost his eye. It has been nine years since then and a part of me still mourns the friend I had lost. I hold many things inside due to fear of them spilling over. He is a wonderful swordsman, a highly intelligent Prince Regent, the rider of the largest dragon in the world. He amazes me and never ceases to do so.”

Ursa just stood as she slowly continued to weave her fingers through the long, soaked locks of my hair whilst I rambled, remaining in the bath water.

“It seems you care a great deal for Prince Aemond, my Lady. He is fortunate to have a friend as loyal as you.”

“Your words flatter me, dear Ursa. But it is I who is the lucky one. He is …. he is the only who could understand me the most. I had often wondered at times, what must go through his mind.”

“The Prince is an elusive man, one of very few words, my Lady.”

“Yes … yes, I am aware of this, Ursa. But my curiosity cannot help but be piqued. Even after all these years, having grown alongside him, he may be my dearest friend yet …. I don't even know him. Do you think he is as fascinated by me as I am by him, Ursa?”

Ursa didn’t respond, she just stood there in silence as she thoroughly detangled and washed my hair. I let out a small hum as my thoughts ponder, my gaze staring out the balcony of my bedchambers and locking onto the raging storm outside, reeking havoc across King’s Landing. A rare storm, something that usually never occurred here. Perhaps it was a sign specially just for me from the Seven above.

I let out another sigh before standing up and slowly getting out of the bath, stepping out as an exhale escapes through my nose. Ursa grabbed a large and thick piece of cloth, draping it around me to dry off as she grabbed another piece of fabric, proceeding to dry my hair for me. I sat there in silence once more for moments before finally speaking again.

“Once you finish drying me off, leave me a clean sleep gown and light the fire in here, you may then retire for the night, dear Ursa.”

“My Lady?”

“Thank you, for everything you do. I do not know if you hear it as often as you should, but I truly do mean them. And thank you … for always listening to me.”

Ursa just nodded her head curtly as she finished drying my hair, going to grab a fresh and clean sleep gown for me. She then grabbed the cloth pieces from me as I was all dry, handing me the sleep gown and watching as I put it on. She walked towards the fireplace and tossed the cloth pieces into the fire, a warm flame set ablaze, a stark contrast to the harsh and cold storm raging outside. She then turned to me as she opened the door to leave my bedchambers, speaking once more before she left and closed the door behind her.

“Goodnight, my Lady. Sleep well and dream sweetly.”

I let out a long and exhausted sigh, getting under the covers and furs of my bed, the canopy draping over me. The storm raging like a ferocious creature, the fireplace crackling, the dim glow of the flames illuminating my bedchambers. I was left alone in the confinement of my own room, left to let my mind wander aimlessly, my sanity at the mercy of my own thoughts. I could feel my eyes grow heavy with sleep and exhaustion and the more I tried to fight it off, the more tired I became with each passing moment. 

Finally, as a few moments passed, I felt myself give in to the strong vice of slumber, my eyes fluttering close and my breathing becoming slow and steady. Soft snores emitted from me as my hair was spread across my pillows, my lips parted slightly and chest slowly rising and falling as the faint sounds of fire crackled and the outside storm raged on outside, the sky becoming drearier and grew ever darker.

The Storm Princess had finally found a sliver of peace.

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The way I could feel the tension building in my shoulders the more someone mentioned Alicent wasn't there yet. I fucking called that she was gonna be in an accident. medical procedures have trained me too well! (That or she was gonna be on a patient pulling some stunt to keep them alive, but still)

I adored this chapter! I love when you write in Rhaenyra's pov, especially when she's exposed to intense emotions, it's always so fun and genuine.

I especially liked the section you wrote about her thinking back to their time as interns. Firstly, Alicent with her messy bun is so cute and hot and I love her. But mostly, I liked the actual thought process Rhaenyra had over how they wouldn't have been good for each other. I think it's nice that she's self aware enough to truly understand that and appreciate more what they have going now. Especially because she's got the big girl feelings and she's kinda confused, or better said, inexperienced herself.

Also! An intern/resident, maybe even fellow, Alicent would have been waaaayyy to focused on her studies to properly explore her sexuality in a way that her currently doing so seems to be going. She only had like, what, two relationships? Nah, that nerd definitely had her eyes on the prize lol.

And despite the nervous energy I had over the accident, I actually do love the trope "person I'm involved with/love is hurt and I'm just here" (still so glad it wasn't more serious). And Rhaenyra being so overly attentive and swallowing her pride/lust to make sure Alicent was in fact okay made me feel so nice.

Special shout-out to my guy, Harwin! Love that he's an Ortho, YOU nerd 😂

Thank you so much for sharing! Hope you're having a great time

rhaenyra's pov is fun i thought the effect would be much more dramatic if it was just a normal day in the er and all of a sudden ur (not) girlfriend comes out of the back of an ambulance covered in blood rather than me exploring it from alicent's pov (which i considered but idk why writing the experience of a car accident always feels a little corny and idk why considering ive literally been in one)

i feel like the history between them is something really fun to explore especially from rhaenyra's pov bc whether she likes it or not she's always had like a degree of admiration for alicent which i think lends itself to understanding why she reacted the way she did when alicent asked her out because she's crafted such an Image of alicent and she doesn't want to be a let down for her even tho alicent is literally just a little mess who has a big gay crush for the first time in her life.

also i can't take credit for putting harwin in ortho !! that was all abbie because i asked in our little server who i should throw in ortho and she said obviously harwin and i just ran with it

glad you enjoyed the chapter <33 and thank you for your thoughts !!