#Rhaenyra loved hating on Alicent and Daemon knew :D

[lanaisdoe]

"... Daemon entertained her by making mock of the greens at court, the "lickspittles" fawning over Queen Alicent and her children. "

I miss the good old days when Rhaenyra and Alicent could hate each other in peace, as GRRM intended. They were never friends, there was a 10 year age difference between them and they really hated each other. Not to mention Alicent could be a conniving b*tch with a real agenda. No “doe eyes”, no “misunderstandings”, no nothing.

Since HBO took over, we have to endure some sort of twisted queerbaiting and a complete downgrade of Rhaenyra Targaryen because oh dear women simply hating each other for good reason is just not in accordance to today’s political agenda.

[asvterias]

things lady velaryon did that may make you hate/love her: (season 1)

*MAJOR HER FIERY FATE SPOILERS* kinda living for evil/girlboss!reader!! got inspo from: @br0kenangel!

warnings: canon-divergence, daddy issues, targ!cest, suggestive scenes, innuendos of threesomes, mentions of murders, implied threats, use of liquid poisoning, mention of arranged marriages // child brides, kinda!manipulative!reader, possessive!jealousy, same-sex relationships, reader loathing any future bastard grandchildren, power play, mentions of adultery (but it’s esoteric)

co*lys, d**mon, v*serys, c**ston, o*to are warnings under itself!!

TEENAGER

Lady Velaryon almost fearlessly died trying to claim a dragon, but luckily was saved by Silverwing

Lady Velaryon confessed to her father acknowledging that he has two bastard sons, promising to not tell her mother

However, she lied to her father and revealed to her mother about her husband’s infidelity (she’s a mother’s girl!)

Lady Velaryon genuinely surprisingly gets along with her half-bastard brothers and even invites them to her wedding for all to see, further embarrassing her father

Lady Velaryon is messy + bonus points if Rhaenys and Miranda get along and start a dalliance of their own, much to Corlys’ dismay

Lady Velaryon purposely planned to be rejected as King Viserys’ second wife and pursued another man of her age (and did!)

Lady Velaryon constantly mocked Lord Otto and almost had him poisoned, for Alicent’s sake after discovering he had manipulated his daughter to entertain The King

(would have gotten away with it too if Alicent’s big brown doe eyes didn’t convince her)

Lady Velaryon forged a secret plan with her future betrothed (also one of her father’s main enemy houses; my canon) to undermine her father so he’ll have no choice but to marry her and Dalton

Lady Velaryon knew her father wanted to marry her off without a second thought and gave him his karma (somehow resents his daughter even more but loves the six grandchildren she gave him?)

Lady Velaryon had caught Laenor with Joffery and actually gave them advice on secretly maintaining their relationship

Also threatened Joffery that if he ever hurt Laenor she would make Silverwing burn him alive (she meant that)

Lady Velaryon defends Laenor’s nature with Joffery after discovering her father plans to wed him to Rhaenyra (it’s the thought that counts)

Lady Velaryon constantly flirted with both her friends, knowing they’d get jealous of the other

Lady Velaryon almost kissed Rhaenyra before walking down the wedding aisle (thirsty!jealous!rhaenyra??)

Lady Velaryon had slept with Alicent as payback for Rhaenyra sleeping with Criston (petty queen)

Lady Velaryon didn’t sugarcoat anything with Rhaenyra losing her maidenhood to Ser Criston Cole

Lady Velaryon threatened Daemon if he ever attempted to upset Laena in their marriage that he’d be poisoned

ADULT

Lady Velaryon suffers from a severe miscarriage during the same night of her sister’s funeral

Lady Velaryon manipulated Alicent into kissing her, knowing Rhaenyra would witness and get jealous

Neither Rhaenyra nor Alicent knows that Lady Velaryon slept with them both and only confessed it during an intervention

Lady Velaryon offered her son Baleryn’s hand in marriage to Princess Helaena, highly aware of their compatibility, based on good intentions

Lady Velaryon teaches her children how to be cunning and make anyone fall to their whims

Also said all of her children must marry into wealth and power, and any bastard children would be of no relation to her

She initiated a proposal between her twin daughters, Lady Jaerra to Cregan Stark and Lady Jaella to Prince Aemond

She taught Helaena how to dragonride and would often bond with the young Princess, understanding her prophecies and becoming a second mother figure

Lady Velaryon almost waterboarded Daemon, forcing him awake, and laced Daemon’s drink, demanding to reconcile with his daughters about Laena’s death

(Daemon definitely had trauma from his first poisoning and knew better than to underestimate her)

Lady Velaryon rages at Rhaenyra after discovering the Princess slept with her uncle during the night of her sister’s funeral

She directly confronted Rhaenyra after finding out she secretly married Daemon and was pissed about it

She cut off any contact with Rhaenyra during those six years apart, being absolutely petty and bitter, hoping Rhaenyra would feel guilty and desperately reach out

She thrives off of desperate!Rhaenyra, returning to Dragonstone, gives the Princess the cold shoulder upon her arrival

(After Vaemond’s death; Rhaenyra and Alicent go to Lady Velaryon’s room, and see her in a state of undress

She successfully seduces both Alicent and Rhaenyra, fueling their jealousy and need to please her to her own advantage (we got too many hoes y’all 😛)

Lady Velaryon claims that Corlys is a horrible father and wishes he’d died during his war at the stepstones

Lady Velaryon also hid his medication for a while and debated whether disposing of it

[matherofdragons]

How dare they try to make the Greens the bad ones?

First it was the claims that Alicent and Cole are responsible for the death of Jaeharys. God forbid a widow have some fun. While I have issues with her sudden relationship with Cole and the sex scenes that are presented as raw while the ones on the black side as intimate, it doesn't make them responsible for the death of a child.

Then came the claims it was Aegon's fault, that he was a bad father, that it was his drinking and indifference that caused it, but he was genuinely nice with with his children.

The real villain is Condal and his writing team. They are for Rhaenyra, fine but try to present the story neutrally. The whole B&C was butchered in favour to make the Blacks look less bad. It's supposed to be tragic. Where was the Sophie choice? Where was "Your mother wants you dead?"? It was just a "mistake". We all know it was not. It was "a son for a son".

Season 2 Episode 2 just continued the trend. They knew people will sympathise with Helaena and Aegon and will start hating the other side. So they banged their heads together and came up with a episode made to destroy them.

The funeral was depicted as a publicity stunt. While Luke's being a genuine family ceremony. See guys the Greens are dysfunctional. They aren't a real family. Why didn't they use Rhaenys' massacre of the smallfolk as PR? Did they forgot it happened?

The grandmother doesn't want to attend as she's too busy thinking about the d, mother doesn't want to attend, father is told NOT to attend, no other relatives around. Luke's ceremony was the complete opposite of this. B

Aemond was too busy being dotted by a pseudo mommy to participate in the upcoming warplans or be there for his family. He somehow knows that it was Daemon just because. Is he getting visions like Helaena?

Aegon was denied a scene with wife, so they can grief together. They just had to pass each other to make it seem he's indifferent to her. Alicent isn't there to grief with him, contracting again with Jace and Rhaenyra who griefed together. I guess she was more interested in Cole's private parts.

Otto throws a really pathetic tantrum over muh ratcatchers and uses it as an excuse to shit on Aegon for 5 minutes. Because Aegon is bad for seeking justice for his son. And why did the small folk react so badly? Was killing few people who could have been part in the murder of the Prince worse than the stunt Rhaenys pulled?

And how can I forget the dog. The dog is making people sympathetic towards child butchers. Lovely.

Bravo Sara Hess! Bravo Condal! You truly outdid yourselves.

Justice for my Prince Jaeharys! Cole did the right thing. If it wasn't for Mahsaria his plan would have worked!

Bonus for the book version!

[two-white-butterflies]

the sun rises from the west | d. targaryen

Description: Daemon Targaryen didn't die during the war - though there were many nights that he wished otherwise. A story where he loses his first-wife to battle.

Pairing: daemon targaryen/dayne!reader

Rating: Mature [death, angst, smut]

Author's Note: Daenerys-Drogo inspired.

"When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east. When mountains blow in the wind like leaves. Then you shall return to me."

(DRAGONSTONE, 129AC)

Daemon always admired you - believed that your skills were greater than his own. A sad sigh escapes his mouth, hands reaching for a cloth and wiping the sweat on your son's sleeping body. He's lived numerous lives; warrior, husband and now healer. "- the healers are doing their best." Rhaenyra mumbles, laying a comforting hand on her husband's shoulder.

She has sired him two sons - but he always returns to Maekar. He always returns to the faint memory of you. "My aunt was taken by the same fever," he responded bitterly. He was not losing Maekar - he was not going to lose the greatest piece of you.

"I will take care of Maekar, please return to the battlefield - return to me." his niece pleaded, eyes almost brimming with tears. Maekar has been ill for the past months - and he has not left his bedside. "He is a boy of almost twenty and five summers. He will make it through this winter." Rhaenyra comforted.

"I refuse to fight knowing that he is fighting a battle in his bed." Daemon gritted his teeth, annoyed by his niece's lack of sympathy. "When Aegon and Viserys were sick - you did not show this devotion." she answered petulantly - now she could understand Alicent's hatred of her.

Daemon turns his head slowly - eyes glaring at his wife. "Rhaenyra, do not begin with this." he argued, attempting to keep his voice low - so that his son wouldn't awaken. "You love him more." she snapped. "Do not lie to yourself." he lied.

She stands up - eyes dark and filled with sorrow.

"How is it that you love her more than me? She is a dead girl - I am alive, yet I have to share you - a-and mayhaps I was fine with sharing - but not our children, Daemon. Your love should only be for them." her lips shuddered while shutting the door loudly.

(KINGSLANDING, 105AC)

You gather your gowns - fastening Maekar to your hips while you run through the halls with a smile on your face. "Daemon!" he wrapped you in a warm embrace - he smelled like fire and ash and home. "Ābrazȳrys," he cooed while taking the little boy away from you.

"Did you have fun?" you inquired, and he nodded quickly leading you towards your shared chambers. "Ēdan kirimves," (I had fun) he answered, pulling away from your fingers and opening the door. "You should've joined me," he offered, placing Maekar on the bed.

"I do not fancy riding a dragon," you responded while sitting beside your son who was sucking on his fingers. "You are my wife. You will learn." he informed firmly while removing his gloves. "Is it a profession of love or one of your whims?" you tease, unconsciously pulling Maekar closer to you. "It does not matter, riña - you will obey all the same." he breathed, body moving closer to you.

"Hen rhinka," (Of course) you hummed, staring up at him. "There is something that I need to tell you," he removed his coat before sitting on the bed. He adored everything about you - your smile, your hair, your scent and your ladyness - but there was one thing he hated; your anger. "What is it?" you inquire.

"Viserys commands me to fight a war."

(STEPSTONES, 106AC)

Daemon knew that it was a mistake to bring you here. You had an expert command with the sword - but he shouldn't have brought you here. "It's not too late to return home," he breathed, wrapping his arms around your half-asleep figure. "I could say the same, husband." you yawned, turning around to face him.

"You shouldn't even fucking be here," he cursed - smelling the faint scent of seawater on your hair. "Should be taking care of our son, like a good little wife." he added humorously. "Am I not good enough for you, ser?" you raise an eyebrow - and he silences you with a kiss.

He adored you in this way - skin tanned with fleeting spots on your shoulders, hair slightly bleached from the sun's rays - and body perfectly ready and sore for his bidding. "Too good for me," he hummed while moving his body to be hovering above you. "Daemon," you moaned feeling his fingers roam inside your nightgown.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

(STEPSTONES, 115AC)

His heart couldn't stop beating.

"Ābrazȳrys," he knelt down to your bleeding body. "Daemon," you choke on salt-water - feeling the waves gently nudge your body against the shoreline. "I'm glad to see you," you choke on air, hearing the thumping footsteps of your husband's healers.

He presses upon your wounded stomach - adding pressure to ensure that no blood would seep out of your body. "Reserve your strength," he commanded, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Daemon," you groan - seeing spots of black in your periphery. "(Your Name)" he responded firmly, helping the healers carry you away from the sand.

It has been three days since he's last seen you stand. Two days since he's last slept. He sees the way that your eyes curled in pain after every move - you were in agonizing pain, but you were enduring for him and for Maekar. "Ābrazȳrys" he cleared his throat - relieved that you were awake. "Valzȳrys," you replied with a pained smile.

"How are you?" he asks, sitting on your bedside. "I will be the same tomorrow." you answered with bitterness. The pain in your stomach has not left you since the accident. It festers like a living wound - providing you with the most torturous pains. "- and I know for certain because today feels like yesterday." you add, taking a sip of the milk of poppy. It does nothing to relieve your pain.

"What can I do about it?" he asks again, pained that you were feeling pain. "- everyday I feel like I am burned by dragonfire. My body feels like it is flayed and turned inside out. I cannot breathe at night - in the morning, my eyelids flutter." you explained, grip tightening around the teacup.

There was only one thing that you desired - but it was too cruel to ask of him. "I cannot move my legs - my arms feel like iron. Valzȳrys - to live like this is far too cruel." you cried. His eyes harden at your notion. The Maesters saved your life - but they did not release your mind of the torture that you endured in the hands of the enemy.

"No." he breathes - knowing the path that you were about to pursue.

"It is the only way - if you refuse to do so, I'll find a way."

"No."

(DRAGONSTONE, 129AC)

Daemon refused to touch you that day - he refused to speak to you, but when night came - he decided to obey your wishes. He filled your cup with one of the poisons inside your ring - he made sure to choose the one that gave you no suffering. He laid by your side - singing songs of your dialect to ease the pain of your passing.

He won the war because of the rage he felt over you. Over himself.

There was another woman after you - Laena Velaryon. The most beautiful girl that he's ever seen. A girl who had the same fire. She was skilled with a dagger - obeyed him in the same ways that you did. But she was not you. She did not fill the void that you left - not even after giving him Rhaena and Baela. He was a cruel husband - but not a cruel father.

After Laena's death came Rhaenyra - his niece.

She was rebellious - filled with fire and he worshipped her. Daemon worshipped Rhaenyra with all of his heart - they were forged from the same stone. Daemon was devoted her in way that he was never devoted to you - and that was because they shared the same blood. Daemon felt for Rhaenyra the same admiration that he felt for his brother. It was devotion. Not love.

And there he was - returning to what happened fourteen years ago.

Inside a small humid hut - hands wrapped around you, but this time it was your son. "Ivestragī nyke jemagon ao hen se ōñosa," he sung, wiping the tears that were streaming out of his irises. Maekar was cold to the touch - and his breathing was labored.

'If Lord Maekar's condition worsens, we'll be able to do nothing'

"Mother used to sing that to me," the boy mumbled. "Will I be able to see my wife again, my boys?" he asked his father - feeling a heaviness loom over his body. "When you get better," he replied.

(SHORES OF DRAGONSTONE, 129AC)

"Kekepa," his grandson opens his mouth. Daemon quickly lifts the boy and settles him on his hips. "Melara," he turned towards his good-daughter, quickly wiping the tears that were falling out of Viserys' eyes. He places a hand on her shoulder.

"He fought well." he comforted, staring at Maekar's body that was behind them. "I don't know how we'll live without him," she bit her lips - earning a chuckle from the older man. "It will be hard, but you will endure." he replied seeing Rhaenyra's figure walking towards them.

"I offer my condolences, Lady Melara - my grief extends to you and House Tyrell. Viserys and Rhaegar are free to remain here." Rhaenyra says politely, offering her hand to carry her step-grandson. "I think it will be best to do that, my queen. Father is already speaking of marriage - House Lannister he says, but I cannot marry yet. Not when I can still feel Maekar." she stared at her husband's body.

Waiting for either Rhaenyra or Daemon to say the word.

"You can say it." Daemon took a deep breath, turning to face Maekar.

"Dracarys,"

part two

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[tessarionbestgirl]

“Softening the main Targ because people “love” them” is just history revisionism unless anon somehow means Jon. Dany is wayyy more aggressive and cold in the show. Her ending was planned early, so this makes sense for the show to do this bc book Dany can’t even kill hostages much less nuke a surrendered city. It almost feels like Ryan is adapting book Dany which is bizarre bc she and book Rhaenyra are about as different as you can get!

Yes, I think D&D took Jon nuances and made him a generic prototype hero. In the book he is so much more strategic than the short temper guy he is in the show, I hate the battle of the bastards and that whole arc because nothing show!Jon does after his death fits in his book version, their fanfic was always there, It Just got progressively worse when they didn't have material to adapt. I pretty sure when Jon comes back from the dead he is not going to look the same. Death always takes away something from people in asoiaf.

And in part agree to the whole Dany thing, they made her since s1, more cruel and military focused than she was in the books and taking away her connection with magic took essential part of her character and her arc. In that sense, yes, they adapted part of Dany's arc into Rhaenyra, but It does not fully works. Because both characters are supposedly care about "prophecy" and the weight of the family legacy, but Rhaenyra behavior through the first season does not reflect this. Furthermore, the arc that Rhaenyra is supposed to be copying in this season is Dany's in the book A Dance with Dragons.

Whatever the claims are completely different, because Dany is fighting against oppression and slavery and Rhaenyra is fighting for her to be queen. Thematically, ironically, Alicent is the one who borrows the most from Dany in the show. Her young version arc is a westerosi version of what Dany goes though in book one, her marriages are very much alike as well. Even the Idea of she, narratively, to be more than the mother of the one who should be "the king/The stallion who mounts the world" is present in the show.

But It does not fully works and is bizarre and disconnected because those characters are never originally thought out to be the same and neither Ryan or Sarah, despite understanding certain themes they are unable to recreate because they are not as talented as writers as Martin is. Rhaenyra is a character to be a Cersei's reflection and hint at Cersei future conflic and endgame.Alicent is her own character but being a mother still essential part of who she is and her motivation, taking that and make her sacrifice her only child is insane character murder because It took the motivation she was build up into It, It takes her character foundation. I have no idea what her story moving up because lmao what even is the story after that "queen in chains"? Just after they ended her finally reaching her "freedom".

Daenerys presence on a Dance of the Dragons, It should only happens as a hidden subject, though the prophecy. Same as Jon with the Gregan And Jace pack, that they cut out for no good reason what só ever.

And the Aegon's prophecy I truly I believe it is something real, It already play a part on Dany dreams and because Martin himself said will play a part on future events so is confimed as true and canon.

GRRM: In some sense he[Aegon the Conqueror] saw what was coming 300 years later, and wanted to unify the Seven Kingdoms to be better prepared for the threat that he eventually saw coming in the north."Daenerys Targaryen is no maid, however. She is the widow of a Dothraki khal, a mother of dragons and sacker of cities, Aegon the Conqueror with teats." ADWD

Whatever I am not as sure in the book canon Viserys even know the prophecy. I think It died with Jaehaerys, and I have a strong theory of why he didn't pass that information, but, this post is to long already. I believe neither Aegon nor Rhaenyra knew about it.

The Daemon part is acually the one I believe, I stugled a lot about how this arc ended, but after analyzing and digesting, I think it makes a lot of sense for him to suport Rhaenyra after he come to sort religious experience, because is not for her, It is because he new view on the events, and that makes sense.

Either way, Sorry for my Ted talk anon, AMD thanks for sending a ask.

[callahanisms]

manners maketh man

i think everyone knows which pedro pascal edit went viral on tik tok. and consequently, i got kingsman edits. and then i rewatched the movies. so in the end, we get this post.

have fun with these headcanons! we can even call this a spy au since the kingsman franchise falls under that genre of films.

ser criston cole

a man on an exchange assignment from the dornish red wine company, criston is a suave man that you get paired with for the assignment. your goal is to show him the ropes. but the dornish tend to do things a little differently and the two of you clash heads because of your different way of doing things. despite the differences, you have immense respect for criston. he even saves your life when you let your guard down.

“it wouldn’t do me any good if my partner was dead. i would be an awful dornishman if you died on my watch.”

daemon targaryen

a more senior member of the seven kings trading company, the man has been out of the game for quite some time. he’s very particular about his safety due to his work experience. and daemon is very shocked to find you at his doorstep, a new member of the seven kings trading company. something has happened to his brother and viserys told you to go to daemon in case anything went wrong. of course his brother was able to figure out how to locate him long ago. begrudingly, he becomes your partner to teach you his own tricks. and maybe he even learns a few from you.

“now (y/n), the secret here is to- no! please do not do that! not unless you want us to get caught and for the whole building to explode! geez. what do they even teach you guys now?”

rhaenyra targaryen

it was expected of rhaenyra to step up as a member of the seven kings trading company. after all, her father had led them and she must prove her worth as a trainee. she had no issues completing it and becoming a formidable spy. but the woman lacked...restraint. she was impulsive and went into things head on. you were assigned as her partner to get her to stop being impulsive and think about decisions. you both did not mesh well and it wasn’t until you get kidnapped did rhaenyra finally learn to think things through first. and you? you learned to blow shit up more.

“listen the reason why you suck at talking to people is because you are more concerned with how you are perceived and the way you look. here, look at me. loosen your posture. unbutton the top buttons of your shirt for gods’ sake!”

alicent hightower

alicent hightower is a notable member of tech support. she’s created a variety of new weapons for the seven kings trading company and you just happen to be her favorite agent to work with. you’re quite oblivious to the looks of longing she has towards you, how she always keeps a stash of gadgets and parts for you specifically that no one else can touch, the fact that she clears her schedule just for you. she’s a busy woman after all. however, you’re too caught up in fieldwork to notice her affections. or even pick up on them.

“oh nyra what do i do?! i have done everything and (y/n) still does not notice me!....what? no! i can’t just loosen up and tell them! it’s a lot more complicated than that and you know it! i’m not you or (y/n). i’m just...alicent!”

aegon targaryen

you loved your boyfriend. you really did! were you a little frustrated that he never really talked about his family and you knew nothing of his background? yes. but you decided not to pry. you both were happy and content. that was all that mattered. but when aegon came home after grocery shopping, he found the apartment in disarray and a single message: (y/n) for sunfyre. he hated seeing that name and it led him back to the seven kings trading company. aegon left the life of espionage when he was able to. it was too much pressure to perform. but now you were on the line and he had no choice but to go back in.

“why don’t we just give them the goddamn usb! i don’t have to do anything, (y/n) is safe and unharmed, and we all go about our lives! i don’t even want to be here but i have to be because of you guys. and my partner was kidnapped because of me!”

aemond targaryen

when you were younger, you were a trainee alongside aemond targaryen. he showed a lot of promise and he beat you out of becoming a field agent. but you were approached by his father for something else. your skills could serve off the field. so you became a medic and a researcher. aemond came to you often since the two of you were relatively close during your training days. plus you had to measure his eye so you can make him a new prosthetic that fits accordingly. what you don’t notice is how he comes in with small injuries just to see you or even his flirtations. he’s pretty obvious about it but you brush it aside, thinking you were just imagining things.

“(y/n)! talk to me for a little bit. ignore your work. i’m sure the files can wait....okay maybe not, but this is important because i was wondering if you and i could go get dinner sometime? you rarely leave this place and your home. it would do you some good to get some fresh air.”

helaena targaryen

you loved using a variety of poisons and nonlethal weapons in the field. it made getting information out so much easier, as well as sneaking around. of course, you always took a visit to your favorite toxicologist: helaena. she tended to work in isolation as one of the very few toxicologists at the seven kings trading company but she was the best. her mother was alicent hightower after all, so brilliance ran in the family. you have been enamored with helaena since you first met her after completing training. but you’ve never had the courage to make a move and helaena doesn’t seem to notice how you’re always flustered around her whether it’s awkwardly laughing, your cheeks feeling hot, or your very specific compliments about her outfits, hair, or the product she’s giving you.

“(y/n), have you met dayron? i hear he’s an interesting fellow. i’m mostly asking because he put in a request for something. oh and i got this for you. it’s nonlethal. in case you want to get high after a job.”

jacaerys velaryon

the job interview took a long time and was very vigorous. you were excited to be a new member of the seven kings trading company’s tech team. one of the more experienced members of the group that you started working with was jacaerys. a lot of people were surprised he went into tech considering his parents’ reputation as field agents. but he enjoyed a life that was a little more peaceful and meant he wouldn’t die getting shot at. you liked jace but you failed to notice how his feelings grew stronger than friendship. and after working in tech for so long, you began to ask him if he wanted to do more than tech. jace loved you. he was ready to support you in whatever endeavor you wanted.

“i never really wanted to go into the field. most people found it stranger that i became tech support instead since my mother is a skillful field agent. but if you want to go into fieldwork, know i am behind you one hundred percent.”

[bbygrldaemon]

Worse Things

Chapter 02

flashbacks high valyrian

ao3 link | spanish translation | masterlist

Daemon reread the letter for the hundredth time, making sure he was reading it correctly. A raven had arrived from King’s Landing about an hour ago; it was from Grand Maester Mellos. The moment he had seen the raven approaching, a sudden sense of dread had settled in his gut, which only intensified when Maester Helliweg came to him with a grim expression and a letter in his grasp.

The queen was dead. Aemma was dead. She had died during her fifth birth along with the babe she had been carrying for eight moons. It had been a boy—what Viserys had always wished for. The gods had a cruel sense of humor. Aemma’s pregnancies had always been complicated; Rhaenyra was the only baby who had lived longer than a few hours. She had given birth to a stillborn baby almost a month after Daemon had given birth to his son. He had thought that, after that, Viserys would give up on his desire for a son, but his brother never knew when to stop. Aemma got pregnant once again almost two years later, and they took extra precautions this time, with the queen barely leaving her apartments or bed.

Daemon had corresponded with her and Rhaenyra the whole time. He would tell Aemma about his days with his son so she would have something to entertain herself. The queen would tell him about Rhaenyra, how she had taken after him with his love for riding, and how much she enjoyed hearing about his days with his child. She also wrote about how much they both missed him and often requested that he visit them soon.

The prince had planned to visit the Red Keep a little after Aemma was due to give birth, wanting to meet the baby and perhaps help his omega friend with the child. But now his plans had suddenly changed, as the letter also urged him to travel to King’s Landing for the funeral. He considered telling his wife, but he already knew that she would try to forbid him from going, claiming it was too sudden and that it would take them too long to get there. If he suggested going on dragonback, she would argue that their son was too young—even though he had already taken him on his first flight, not that she needed to know that. Besides, he knew Maester Helliweg would tell her eventually if he hadn’t already.

He decided to ask Dyana for help packing his and his son’s clothes. He grabbed Dark Sister from where he had hidden it when he came to live at Runestone and secured it on the belt around his hips. He wasn’t going to tell or even ask permission to leave; he would just deal with the female alpha’s rage when he got back. He didn’t even tell Ser Luthor directly—he just left a letter where he knew the guard would find it, explaining where he was and asking him to join him as soon as he read it.

Daemon quickly made his way to the small mountain where Caraxes liked to spend his time, carrying his two-year-old son in his arms. He made sure his son was secured and wouldn’t fall from the saddle, and Caraxes took off in the direction of King’s Landing.

They arrived in the capital just before dawn. Daemon left Caraxes in the dragon pit and took the waiting carriage to the Red Keep. Upon arrival, they were greeted by Otto Hightower and his daughter, Alicent Hightower, much to Daemon’s disdain. Alicent had been brought to the capital to serve as a companion for Rhaenyra last year. Although the Hand’s daughter was four years older than the princess, they got along well enough.

“The king extends his apology for not welcoming you himself,” Otto Hightower announced as Daemon stepped out of the carriage.

“Hello, omega Daemon,” Alicent greeted him politely. One thing he hated about the beta was that she always addressed him by his sub-gender. It almost felt like mockery, though he knew it was just how she had been raised.

“Hello, Alicent... Otto,” Daemon responded, gritting his teeth at the mention of Otto’s name.

“Where is your alpha, Prince Daemon?” Otto inquired, looking him up and down with a critical glare.

“She will not be attending. The news came suddenly, and she was unable to put her responsibilities on hold at such short notice,” Daemon lied, smirking. His son squirmed, and Daemon adjusted him in his arms.

“ Muña, I’m tired, ” Baelon whined in High Valyrian. Even though Rhea hadn’t wanted their son to follow Targaryen traditions, Daemon had taught Baelon to speak their mother tongue. He had conceded to not placing a dragon egg in Baelon’s cradle, but he wasn’t going to give up on this. Baelon was a Targaryen prince—he would speak the language of his ancestors, and he would have a dragon. Daemon would make sure of that.

“ We’ll go to bed soon, my love, ” Daemon reassured his little son, kissing his forehead to soothe him.

“It hardly seems appropriate for an omega to travel alone, especially with a two-year-old son at his hip,” Otto interrupted, eyeing Baelon. “Who would protect you should trouble find you, as it always seems to follow you, my prince?” he added with disdain, a scowl on his face.

“I can assure you, Lord Hand, that I am more than capable of defending myself and my son,” Daemon replied, his hand lowering to the hilt of his sword as he held Baelon closer.

“I don’t doubt your fighting capabilities, my prince, but you are a mother now. It’s well known that some wild senses dull to make room for more... domestic ones,” Otto countered. “Besides, you came here without your midwives, maids, or sworn sword. Who will help you with your son? Surely you wouldn’t want a maid you don’t know caring for him.”

“Well, fortunately, my old personal maid is here in the capital, since you yourself called for her to assist with the queen’s pregnancy and sent Dyana to replace her,” Daemon smirked at the sour look that crossed Otto’s face. “I’m sure you’ll see to it that she’s assigned to Baelon’s care since you seem so concerned.”

“I—” Otto began, but he was interrupted by one of the Kingsguard.

“Apologies, my prince, Lord Hand, but the king has made it clear that Prince Daemon should be shown to his apartments immediately so he can freshen up and rest after his long journey,” Ser Harrold Westerling informed them.

“Of course. The prince and his son shall rest well for tomorrow,” Otto said, feigning concern. Daemon adjusted his hold on his son and made to follow Ser Westerling.

“Rest well, omega Daemon,” Alicent bid him farewell.

Daemon only nodded in acknowledgment before following the Kingsguard. Halfway to his chambers, a maid he had never seen before approached him, causing him to stop in his tracks.

“My prince, I can take Prince Baelon from your hands,” she said, extending her arms as if to take his son.

Daemon immediately backed away, pressing his son closer to his chest. “No,” he growled, startling her. “He’s staying with me.”

“I apologize, Prince Daemon. The lord hand ordered me to make sure the little prince is brought to the royal nursery,” the woman explained, cowering under his intense gaze.

“Of course he did. My son will be staying in my room with me, and I only want Elinda caring for him when I can’t,” Daemon said with a frown, gently rocking his son. The maid bowed quickly and left, allowing Daemon and Ser Westerling to continue to his rooms.

Once they arrived at his apartments, Daemon set his restless son down near the fireplace. He let out a long sigh, rubbing his lower back—he hadn’t realized how exhausted he was until now.

“My prince, His Grace has appointed me as your personal guard until Ser Luthor Largent arrives,” Ser Westerling informed him. Daemon gave a nod of acknowledgment but stopped the guard before he could exit the room.

“Where is my niece, Ser?” Daemon questioned.

“The princess hasn’t left her chambers since… the queen…” the guard trailed off, not finishing the sentence.

“I understand. Thank you…” Daemon said quietly. Ser Westerling bowed slightly and left, closing the door behind him.

Daemon noticed that his and his son’s belongings were already neatly placed inside the wardrobe. There was also a chest full of toys next to one of the couches near the fireplace. He sat beside it and opened the chest. Baelon was already there, eager to see what was inside. Daemon pulled out a few dragon figurines and handed them to his son, watching with a soft look of pure love and devotion.

The Rogue Prince had rejected his omega nature for most of his life. He never wanted to settle down or have children. His dream had been to travel all over Westeros, free to do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. For a time, he lived that life, though his travels were limited—his brother would always protest, coming up with excuses to keep him grounded, citing Daemon’s status as an omega. Even so, Daemon would sneak out on occasion, though he’d always receive a scolding when he returned.

He had once been called Lord Fleebottom by the smallfolk, the reason being that he would frequent the brothels there. There were always rumors roaming around of how the prince of the city, another one of his labels, would buy complete brothels for the gold cloaks and have orgies with multiple alphas. Some people claimed to have witnessed this and even seen the prince drinking moon tea every night. Only half of it was true really, up until Rhea he had never let an alpha fuck him properly, but he never bothered to deny the rumors. 

Daemon had always believed he would be a terrible mother, thinking that his omega traits had been repressed for too long to surface naturally. He had never found an alpha he deemed worthy enough to carry their child, and even though his marriage to Rhea was not his choice, the outcome wasn’t as bad as he had feared.

Baelon had become his reason for living. When Daemon found out he was pregnant, he had been scared and briefly considered asking the maester for moon tea to end it. But in the end, he decided against it. During the pregnancy, the maternal instincts others spoke of never seemed to come, leaving him to believe that his omega side had been suppressed for too long. He had assumed that the love he felt for Rhaenyra would be the closest he’d come to loving a child of his own. But he had been so wrong.

The moment he held Baelon after hours of excruciating labor, a deep and overwhelming love took root in his heart, alongside a fierce protectiveness. It was a feeling unlike any he had ever known—something completely new.

“ Muña, I’m tired, ” Baelon cried out, pulling Daemon from his thoughts. He sighed, looking at his son.

“ All right, my love, let’s get you ready for bed, ” Daemon said gently, scooping him up into his arms.

He requested a bath to be drawn for both him and Baelon. Once it was ready, Daemon asked the maids to leave, quickly washing himself and his son. After ensuring they were clean, he dressed them both in nightclothes.

Since a cradle hadn’t been brought for Baelon yet, Daemon tucked the little alpha into his bed and climbed in beside him, wrapping his arms protectively around his son. Baelon snuggled closer, tucking his nose into Daemon’s neck and inhaling his scent. Daemon kissed the top of his son’s head and buried his own face in the boy’s soft brown hair, breathing in the faint scent of sandalwood and oakmoss. With Baelon in his arms and his comforting scent filling his senses, Daemon finally drifted into a peaceful sleep.

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He finally saw his brother and his thirteen-year-old niece at the funeral. Viserys looked terrible—his skin pale, his eyes sunken with dark patches beneath them. He stared into nothing, looking lost, sadness heavy in his gaze. Rhaenyra wasn’t any better. Tears streamed down her blotchy face, and her eyes were red and swollen. When Daemon saw her, he pulled her into his arms, and she broke completely, becoming inconsolable.

His eyes drifted to the funeral pyre where Aemma and her son’s bodies lay, wrapped in white cloth. Syrax stood on a small mound nearby, awaiting her rider’s command. Baelon rested on Daemon’s left hip as they stood directly behind Rhaenyra, while Viserys was off to one side, closest to the pyre. Behind them, a gathering of lords and ladies from the high houses had assembled, including his cousin Rhaenys and her husband, Corlys Velaryon.

Rhaenyra stared at the pyre, almost trance-like. They had been standing there for some time, and Daemon, concerned for his niece, approached her from behind.

“They're waiting for you,” he whispered gently.

“ I wonder if, during those few hours my brother lived, my father finally found happiness, ” Rhaenyra said, her voice distant, without turning to face him.

“ Your father needs you, now more than ever, ” Daemon couldn’t help but reply. Despite knowing that much of this sorrow stemmed from Viserys' selfish choices, he couldn’t bear to see the bond between father and daughter fracture further. They needed each other, even if neither would admit it.

“ I will never be a son, ” she said weakly, as though forcing the words from her lips. Daemon held Baelon closer, trying to shield his son’s tearful, swollen eyes from view. He couldn’t stop his own tears from falling, his heart aching for his niece’s pain.

Rhaenyra slowly approached the pyre but hesitated before giving the command. She glanced at her father, longing etched in her expression. For a brief moment, she waited for him to meet her gaze, but Viserys didn’t look back. He barely moved, still fixated on the pyre, lost in grief.

Turning away quickly, she faced Syrax “ Dra– ” her voice broke. “ Dracarys! ” she finally called out.

The yellow dragon responded to her rider's command, advancing towards the pyre. When close enough, Syrax opened her mouth, releasing a torrent of flames that consumed the bodies of Aemma and her child. Daemon could only watch as the fire blazed, taking with it the only other omega in his family. Once again, Daemon was alone.

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The last week had been sheer torture for Daemon. He was not only tasked with caring for his 2-year-old son but also his 13-year-old niece and his 28-year-old brother. As an omega, it fell upon him to ensure Rhaenyra and Viserys ate all their meals, even if he had to force-feed them. Despite Viserys forbidding anyone from entering his apartments, Daemon had found a way in through the secret tunnels. The omega would not allow his brother to push him and Rhaenyra away so easily. Viserys spent most of his time in his chambers, fixated on his model of Old Valyria, while Rhaenyra wandered the castle, often in Alicent's company, which Daemon found unsurprising.

Ser Luthor Largent, Daemon's sworn sword, had arrived in King's Landing two days after the funeral, warning him of his wife’s foul temper. Apparently, Maester Helliweg had failed to inform her of the queen’s death, thinking Daemon would have sent word himself. It wasn’t until Rhea found his chambers empty that she realized he had left, taking their son and his dragon. At first, she assumed Daemon had finally run away. However, when the maester informed her of the news from King’s Landing, she quickly realized where her omega had gone. Ser Luthor hadn’t stayed long enough to witness her reaction, departing Runestone as quickly as possible to join Daemon in the capital.

Now, Daemon found himself standing outside Viserys’ room, having left his still-sleeping son with Elinda. He hadn’t broken his fast yet, but seeing his brother was more pressing. The alpha had blocked the secret passageway to his room and had been ignoring Daemon’s protests for what felt like hours. Daemon was furious—not only had Viserys been avoiding him, but also Rhaenyra. That was the last straw. His brother could shun him all he wanted, but not his daughter—not after Aemma.

“I apologize, my prince, but the king was adamant about not letting anyone in,” one of the Kingsguard said, blocking his path.

“Well, I’m not just anyone, am I? I’m his brother,” Daemon shot back, attempting to bypass the guard. The alpha grabbed his arm to stop him.

“Don’t touch me!” Daemon snapped, struggling in the guard’s grip, his voice rising. He reached for Dark Sister, but before he could draw the blade, Ser Luthor Largent arrived.

“How dare you lay hands on a prince, and an omega no less!” Ser Luthor shouted, wrenching the guard's arm away from Daemon.

At that moment, the door to the room swung open, and Viserys emerged.

“What’s all this commotion?” the king demanded, his voice laced with irritation.

“Tell your guard dog to keep his paws off me and stop barring me from seeing you,” Daemon spat, glaring at the guard.

Viserys sighed, rubbing his eyes. “Daemon, I think you should return to the Vale.”

“What?” Daemon shouted in disbelief, just as the Hand of the King, Otto Hightower, appeared in the doorway.

“Why would you say that?” Daemon demanded, his voice cracking.

“Brother, I’m grateful you came for Aemma’s funeral, but we’ve received a raven from Runestone,” Viserys explained. “The letter was from your wife, asking that we send you and your son back at once. She wasn’t informed of the queen’s death and had no idea where you had gone.”

“I—” Daemon began, but Otto Hightower interrupted.

“I believe it would be wise to heed the king’s wishes, my prince,” Otto said with a smug smirk.

“My brother’s wishes or yours?” Daemon challenged, stepping closer to the Hand and locking eyes with him.

Anger simmered in Daemon’s chest. He couldn’t believe Viserys was letting Otto Hightower dictate his actions. The familiar scent of burnt sugar and cherries, signaling his distress, filled the air. The alphas nearby recoiled slightly, some covering their noses, while Ser Luthor moved to stand protectively between Daemon and the others.

“Daemon, control yourself,” Viserys said sternly, stepping closer and grasping his arms. “This is exactly why I want you to return to the Vale. You’re in distress, brother. You need your alpha near.”

“I don’t need that deceitful bitch near me,” Daemon snapped, yanking himself out of his brother’s hold as though he had been burned. His scent intensified, filling the room.

“That’s no way to speak of your alpha wife, Prince Daemon,” Otto chastised, straightening his posture in mock offense.

Daemon ignored him, turning to Viserys. “Stop pushing me away,” he pleaded. “You’re my brother. You can’t just cast me aside.”

Viserys averted his gaze, and Daemon’s heart sank. “Really?” he whispered. “You’re not going to say anything?”

Without waiting for an answer, Daemon spun on his heel and stormed away. He could hear Otto protesting behind him, but the omega paid no heed. He wandered aimlessly through the castle, eventually finding himself near Rhaenyra’s chambers. Suddenly, the faint scent of cashmere wood, cinnamon, and red thyme caught his attention.

Drawn in, he moved closer to the source. He found himself standing outside Rhaenyra’s door. Criston Cole, her sworn sword, was nowhere in sight. Before Daemon could stop himself, he opened the door, only to be hit by a strong, earthy scent that made his head swim.

Inside, Rhaenyra was curled up in the corner of her room, clutching her stomach in pain. The moment she caught his scent, she turned to him, her violet eyes wide and desperate. It hit him then—Rhaenyra was in her first rut.

Daemon approached, mesmerized by the scent. He knew he should leave, and get a maester, but he couldn’t move. Rhaenyra rose from the floor and moved toward him, her eyes locked on his.

When she reached him, she grabbed his neck and pulled him close, growling. Daemon felt her bury her nose against his scent gland, inhaling deeply. He snapped out of his daze and tried to pull away, but Rhaenyra’s grip tightened.

“Rhaenyra, stop,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “You’re in rut. I need to fetch a maester.”

“No,” she growled, pulling him even closer. “You’re mine.”

Daemon whimpered as her scent overwhelmed him, making him lightheaded. He tried to fight it, but he couldn’t. His body betrayed him, and he bared his neck further.

“Rhaenyra, please…” he pleaded, his voice barely a whisper.

But Rhaenyra didn’t relent. Her nails dug into his skin as she whispered, “My omega.”

Her lips brushed his neck, her tongue tracing his scent gland. Daemon trembled, his mind fogged with her scent. He couldn’t think straight. But when he felt her sharp teeth against his scent gland, something inside him snapped. He shoved her away with all his strength, stumbling back.

Rhaenyra stared at him, shocked before her expression darkened. She lunged at him again, but this time Daemon was quicker. He bolted from the room, running straight to the maester’s chambers to inform them of his niece’s rut.

Later, he soaked in a bath, scrubbing his skin raw in a desperate attempt to rid himself of Rhaenyra’s scent. Even after Elinda reassured him that he no longer smelled of alpha, he couldn’t shake the feeling that her scent still clung to him.

Even at night with his nose buried into his son’s hair, the smell didn’t leave him, almost as if it had clung to his nose and refused to dissipate. Daemon didn’t realize when he fell asleep, but it had been one of the best nights sleep he had had in a while.

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“I corroborated this report with three separate witnesses, the intention was, by all accounts, to entice and seduce,” Otto informed the king, “I must insist for there to be repercussions for this grotesque act. Even if he is your own brother, your grace.” The king only nodded before dismissing him. Otto left the room with a smirk on his face.

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Daemon entered the throne room after being urgently summoned by his brother. “You bear the image of the Conqueror, brother,” he remarked, seeing Viserys sitting on the Iron Throne, crown on his head, Blackfyre in hand.

“Did you do it?” Viserys asked, his tone sharp. The scent of his anger was thick in the room, radiating from him. Daemon halted just in front of the Kingsguard standing watch.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Daemon replied, confused, unsure of what his brother was implying.

“You will address me as ‘Your Grace,’ or I will have my Kingsguard cut out your tongue,” Viserys snapped. “Rhaenyra’s rut. Did you provoke it?”

Daemon stood silent, stunned his brother would accuse him of such a thing. “I don’t know where you heard that, Your Grace, but it is a blatant lie.”

“I have three witnesses who claim they saw you enter the princess’s chambers before she went into rut—how you just stood there while she tried to bite your neck,” the king said.

“They’re lying,” Daemon let out a disbelieving laugh, shocked that Viserys was even entertaining this idea. He hadn’t provoked Rhaenyra’s rut, though he had frozen in place when it happened. He was sure no one else had been around—or at least, he thought so. His brother’s frown deepened.

“My family has been torn apart, and instead of standing by my side or comforting Rhaenyra, you seduced her—nearly letting her claim you. For what?” Viserys pressed. “To cling to the inheritance you still think is yours? To deflower her so I would have no choice but to disown her, and name you as my heir?” The king’s accusations hung in the air.

Daemon lowered his gaze, knowing his brother had already made up his mind. Nothing he said now would change that. He could almost hear Otto Hightower's whisper in his brother's ear, twisting everything.

“You have no allies at court but me, I have only ever defended you, and everything I’ve given you you’ve thrown back in my face,” Viserys shouted, his anger intensifying, filling the room.

“You’ve only ever sent me away,” Daemon shot back. “To the City Watch, to the Vale—anywhere but at your side. Ten years you’ve been king, and yet not once have you asked me to be your hand,” the omega angrily yelled back, getting annoyed at his brother’s claims.

“Why would I do that?” Viserys asked.

“Because I’m your brother, and the blood of the dragon runs thick,” Daemon replied, glaring up at the alpha.

“Then why do you cut me so deep?” Viserys’s voice softened for a moment.

“I’ve only ever spoken the truth. I see Otto Hightower for what he is,” Daemon began, but Viserys interrupted.

“An unwavering and loyal—”

“A cunt,” Daemon spat. “A second son who stands to inherit nothing he doesn’t seize for himself.”

“Otto Hightower is a more honorable man than you could ever be,”  Viserys countered shaking his head. “He doesn’t protect you—I would.”

“From what?” Viserys asked, narrowing his eyes.

“Yourself,” Daemon answered without hesitation. “You’re weak, Viserys. And that council of leeches knows it—they prey on you for their own ends.”

Viserys was silent for a moment. “I have decided to name Rhaenyra my heir,” he said, pausing before continuing. “You are to return to Runestone and your alpha wife at once—and you are to do so without quarrel. By order of your king.”

Daemon stepped forward, but the Kingsguard blocked his path, hands on the hilts of their swords. He looked to Viserys, expecting him to order them aside, to assure them that his brother would never harm him—but Viserys said nothing. Daemon lowered his eyes. “Your Grace,” he muttered, before turning and leaving the throne room.

In his chambers, Daemon angrily packed his and his son’s belongings. Tears streamed down his face, but he ignored them—he needed to leave the Red Keep immediately. From the corner of his eye, he saw Ser Luthor standing by the door.

Daemon woke his son, shushing him as he began to whine. “ I know, but we need to leave now, my little dragon, ” Daemon whispered, holding him close. With Ser Luthor’s silent assistance, they made their way to the Red Keep’s entrance, where a carriage awaited.

Daemon mounted Caraxes, his son securely strapped to him. Without needing a word, the Blood Wyrm took flight, leaving King’s Landing behind.

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“Corlys of house Velaryon, lord of the tides and master of Driftmark,” announced Ser Westerling to the crowd gathered inside the throne room.

The Sea Snake stepped directly in front of Rhaenyra and kneeled to her, “I, Corlys Velaryon, lord of the tides, master of Driftmark promised to be faithful to King Viserys and his named heir the Princess Rhaenyra. I pledge fealty to them and shall defend them against all enemies, in good faith, and without deceit. I swear this by the old gods and the new.”

“Lord Hobert Hightower, beacon of the south, defender of the citadel, and voice of Old Town” the commander announced.

The hand’s older brother stepped into Coryl’s previous place and kneeled. “I, lord Hobert Hightower, beacon of the south, defender of the citadel, and voice of Old Town promised to be faithful to King Viserys and his named heir the Princess Rhaenyra. I pledge fealty to them and shall defend them against all enemies, in good faith, and without deceit. I swear this by the old gods and the new.”

“Boremund of House Baratheon,” was announced.

The man slowly stepped in front of Rhaenyra and with hesitation kneeled to the princess, “I, Boremund Baratheon, promised to be faithful to King Viserys and his named heir… the Princess Rhaenyra. I pledge fealty to them and shall defend them against all enemies, in good faith, and without deceit. I swear this by the old gods and the new.”

After all the lords of the high houses kneeled and proclaimed loyalty to them, Rhaenyra turned to the iron throne where the king stood, “I, Viserys Targaryen, first of his name, king of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the first men, lord of the seven kingdoms and protector of the Realm who hereby name Rhaenyra Targaryen, princess of Dragonstone and heir to the iron throne.”

After Viserys finished, everyone in the room bowed their heads to the king and his named heir, Rhaenyra Targaryen.

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"SAY IT." - ... Daemon Targaryen

I mean, Vaemond had it coming. There has never been a greater fool born than the one who'd scream at DAEMON TARGARYEN's wife, call her children bastards and call her a whore in front of the whole court with DAEMON standing right there!!!

^ not sure what Vaemond was thinking, i mean, did he really think he was getting out of that hall alive after that? ...duuuude...

So here's where it all started getting heated, Daemon's watching the scene, Rhaenyra's turning her head slightly towards Daemon subconsciously, without really looking at him, just him being there is reassuring for her:

And just as Vaemond starts with his BS for real, we see Daemon giving Rhaenyra this knowing look >>>

^ to me it looks like Daemon being partly amused that the fool would dare, and also reassuring Rhaenyra with this look like 'i've got this babe, don't you worry'

And right after, Daemon redirects his attention to Vaemond in an ominous way, 'EVIL' written all over his face :D i'd shit my pants, Vaemond, how did you not get it?!

And that's when Daemon graciously gives Vaemond ONE.LAST.CHANCE.

- "SAY IT"- Daemon says, basically hissing...

for a moment it looks like Vaemond indeed is shitting his pants, his lip trembling (out of anger?) .... but then he ultimately signs his death warrant, oh the fool... does he think Daemon is kiddin' ??? he knew Daemon had murdered in cold blood without blinking an eye FOR MUCH LESS, not to mention, getting rid of his 1st wife to be able to marry the Rhaenyra this fool is just offending, i mean, what the hell, Vaemond ???

Suicidal Vaemond then turns to Daemon fully and SHOUTS at pregnant Rhaenyra's husband that "her children are baaaastaaaards"

i can't help but laugh at Otto's reaction the moment Vaemond stops just seconds before (probably) attempting to call Rhaenyra a whore for the first time but hesitating for a second,

This is Otto's face when he sees Vaemond's attempt and Daemon's face :D :D :D

there's horror and alert written all over Otto's face :D he knows that you do not mess with HUSBAND and DADDY DAEMON, calling his wife names, Otto's face is literally like "oh no oh no oh no Vaemond don't you dare, i still have use of you you old fool, stop it , stop right there, you don't wanna piss Daemon off, you don't wanna mess with his wife"

also, i loved the shot of protective Jace here :") my sweet,

and then it's as if Vaemond started believing in himself a little too much, cuz obviously he did not get Daemon's subtle message, and decided to go like "and SHE IS A WHOOORE" in front of pregnant Rhaenyra's husband and right to her father king's face, wtf Vaemond, you really are dumb >>>

^^ and long story short, THOSE were the last words this foolish man had ever spoken :D head(s) started rolling... (one. for now.)

I would also love to highlight Otto's reaction JUST BEFORE this moment and just AFTER Vaemond called Rhaenyra a whore :D :D OTTO totally KNEW that was IT. The way he took a deep breath and turned around and away from Vaemond like, oh why oh why, Vaemond.... oh yeah, this alliance was good while it lasted...

also, the next pic Otto already low-key mourning Vaemond :D he knew that was IT for Vaemond :D

And so when the head rolled, we got a really interesting pic of the Greens' reactions :D you gotta love their reactions, it speaks volumes about their characters

Alicent worrying about her children,

Otto grumpy about the turn of events, couldn't hate Daemon more, but not surprised at all, kinda pissed at Vaemond too, for his stupidity, salty about having to scheme more, and harder...

Helaena poor bb shocked to death,

Aegon just disgusted and like 'yeah well...another day.'

and Aemond standing there in true awe, as if in that moment he decided to become Daemon when he grew up (just joking but anyway, i do think Aemond admired Daemon, and had things turned out differently between these two branches of families, i think Aemond and Daemon could have become good buddies and have a nice teacher-apprentice, uncle-nephew relationship, fly dragons to wars together, have each other's backs... Oh well... forever wishing we got a big strong united Targ family :"( ...)

Anyway... Daemon totally not sorry, staring down at dead Vaemond with contempt, casually leaning on his Dark sister like nothing's happened

and he's proud of himself, too ...for the justice. "He can keep his tongue" Daemon's sass at its finest. Murdering for his family is the best kind of murdering. The satisfaction. No one's gonna call his wife a whore in his presence without losing a head

Otto was kinda horrified after that, (fearing more heads were gonna roll while Daemon's at it?? Otto knew Daemon hated him with passion, and he knew Daemon knew how much of a scheming manipulative Rhaenyra and Viserys hating ass Otto was - perhaps he thought Daemon was gonna deal with all their haters at that point? so he just needed Daemon disarmed ASAP:

Daemon couldn't've been calmer at that point :D calmly saying "no need" as he wiped the blood off his sword, using his own garments for that, wild

BUT the look Daemon gave Otto after that!!! he knew Otto was shitting his pants. And Daemon was low-key making a point, JUST YOU DARE SAY A WORD AGAINST MY WIFE OR KIDS, heads gonna roll, Otto . For real.

And... I'm just gonna say it was about time idiots started answering for treason, for constantly speaking against and disrespecting the future Queen and her children. Now Daemon was there, the defender of the Realm, his Queen and wife's protector, their children's daddy, and from now on NO ONE was gonna say shit about his wife without getting his head chopped off anymore. Daemon looked like he hoped he made himself clear and was pretty happy with himself.

Calm, sassy and contented Daemon. In his element. And with his loving family, NOW more powerful than EVER before.

This man just needed his Rhaenyra by his side and to create a happy family nest together with her :D make house Targaryen great again :")

^ this is the same man that chops off heads.

^ he chops off heads when you dare say shit about his WIFE and FAMILY.

[wild-as-a-winter-storm]

I didn't bother with a summary of my thoughts for ep 2 or 3 of hotd (even though they were really really good!) but I can't resist this week!

- rhaenyra asking the lord about her great-grandmother was hilarious!

- fucking love the blackwood boy ♡

- wow daemon was very hot in the scene with him arriving back in the throne room! Him in a crown, but even better, his hair when he took it off! And honestly just him being this victor, giving the crabfeeder's sword, i loved it :D but then he rested his head on viserys's shoulder and did things to my heart ❤ a great interaction between them

- him and rhaenrya discussing marriage in high valyrian was very interesting, it's so nice to see the way he looks at her in this scene, his smiles, the fact that he actually seems relatively happy! though I still hate the way he talks about his wife

- the interactions between alicent and rhaenyra are really great! The fact that at this point they still clearly both want to try to reclaim the friendship that they used to have, but its difficult, they've got such different lives now.... sad. Alicent this whole episode was just sad.

- so fun getting to see rhaenyra having these new experiences and seeing things that are very different to life as she knows it in flea bottom. I wonder if daemon knew the play was going to be on? Did he take her to it specifically to show her what the public perception of her as heir is/prepare her for how difficult her succession will be? Or maybe even stoking up her resentment towards aegon?

- wow both the scene in the brothel and the sex scene with rhaenyra and criston were really well done!

- I love it when vis stands up for rhaenyra

- the confrontation between viserys and daemon in the throne room was honestly everything I loved it. This relationship is brilliant, paddy and matt are brilliant 👏

- vis firing otto :D

- rhaenyra being brought the tea... I wonder if it'll be addressed next episode whether she took it or not. Obvs she's not going to become pregnant from that night but it would be interesting if she rebelled by not taking it, viserys has pointed out her contrary nature. But on the other hand she clearly doesn't want to have a baby at this point so

Anyway, things I'm hoping for next ep are:

- fun laenor and laena stuff

- more harwin and rhaenyra

- aemond!!

- maybe jace being born

- probably not likely, but i'd love to see viserys find out about the play daemon and rhaenyra went to see, his reaction, him punishing the actors

[tessarionbestgirl]

So if you are not team green from the books why are you now?

Well If i get the meaning your question anon, a short answer for your that would be:

Long answer would be:

Well, first, I am Team Green, doesn't mean I hate every character on TB. I do like Daemon as character, sure I don't think he is internet boyfriend. But I do think he is a very compelling character. And besides Aegon, he is the second character with most potential for development. Especially when Nettles come to picture. If the Ryan has balls enough, she could much be the Brienne of Daemon.

Even Rhaenyra, in the sense of her own tragic narrative. Like, ok Ryan is not inventing the wheel with her character, literature is full of kings that are legitimate heirs to the throne that end up loosing power and going crazy over their own self destructive behavior.

And look I even admit would be so much easier to be TB, like even before I watched the show, all my friends are TB, and I knew how TG ends. But when I started watching it, I star to love Team Green. They are just better writing characters, and their dinamics are more nuanced and compelling .

I really found fascinating how Otto actually care about the kingdom, but at the same time has ambitions and uses this to justify in his head selling his own daughter to king, like he loves her but as well, is interesting how he justify his behavior on his own head.

Meanwhile Alicent is such cunning and compelling character, to me she maybe the most complex character of the show. She has so much nuance, I could write forever about her character. The way she connects the best part of herself with her mother, meanwhile also she does become more and more alike to her father creating identity crisis. And that is just touching the surface with her.

And then part 2 dropped and consolidated that for me. Rhaenyra, which was some out compelling, becomes inconsistent with the original characterization and is very much a reactive protagonist, only being held together by Emma brilliant acting.

Part 2 where the kids are introduced, the show actually land very well into establish team green kids much better, with nuances and potential. Aegon, a hedonist who drowns himself in drink to avoid responsibility and lack of affection, with the potential to become a reverse Robert. Aemond is a fine warrior who hides his feelings behind his facade and blindfold. Heleana being the misunderstood pure and innocent child.

The kids on TB barely have characterization, Baela and Rhaena in the books are supposed to be similar configurations to Arya and Sansa, but the show doesn't even establish that well, they don't even have internal rationalization.

Why don't Jace or Luke have resentment towards Rhaenyra because of the status of bastards one bit? Fuck even Jon from the show has more nuanced feelings about this subject than they.

Why doesn't Baela feel a little bitter toward a bastard taking a place she is actually more worthy to have in Driftmark? It can't just be because they grew up together, Aemond grew up with Aegon, and still feels more entitled to the throne than Aegon.

Why are Rhaena or Baela so loyal to Rhaenyra and not feel the slightest bit of resentment towards their father for marrying her so quickly after their mother died after years of lack of affection from Daemon?

For me, I can't take the answer into consideration "they love each other and are a loving family" without the writers making me believe that these characters only have two dimensions.

I think that in this sense, Ryan fell into the same mistake as D&D, in an attempt to make these characters more heroic, he took away everything that could make them interesting. And I'm unlikely to like something that reminds me of GOT's bad writing, or bad writing in general.

Anyway, I hope I have answered you anon. And sorry for the ted talk.