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orieriee · 2 months ago

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If LADS was a historical royalty manhwa .⋅˚₊‧ ⚜ ‧₊˚ ⋅

Your manhwa harem but with Love and Deepspace boy... What kind of male lead role would they be? 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑

Disclaimer ‼️ This is just for fun and my own interpretation if the LADS boys are in a historical royalty manhwa or if they're in Bridgeton! Also possibly grammar errors, use she/her

Let me know if you want each of the boys' headcanons in a separate blog for a more detailed story!

INTRODUCTION ₊˚⊹♡:

Starting off with you, you are a notorious noble lady in Philos kingdom, particularly the daughter of the only earl in Philos kingdom. As you're coming of age for marriage, your father the Earl is determined to find you a suitable husband. His initial plan was to introduce you to the crown prince of Philos because you deserve the best of the best. However, you believe in true love instead of a union for duty and political purposes. While sorting through the finest candidates, you found out that there are many fine gentlemen in the kingdom, each with their own allure.

Which one will you choose?

Xavier 🌟

We're starting off with Xavier, he's of course, the crown prince of Philos Kingdom

He's the typical main male lead destined to be your fiancé

He may appear innocent on the surface , but he actually likes to poke fun at you

I imagine he's your childhood friend; the two of you played together a few times whenever the your father the Earl had work at the imperial palace

When you were children, Xavier said that he wanted to marry you one day

However, the two of you eventually lost contact as Xavier's schedule grew busier with his duties as crown prince and grew apart

Currently, the king and queen are sorting through the candidates for the crown princess

The king and queen had picked a princess from the neighboring kingdom but Xavier declined, saying that he already had someone in mind

So really, he was actually the mastermind all along (cue to the introduction), determined to make you his bride by secretly sending a marriage proposal to your estate

He even contacted your father first, not the other way around to arrange a meeting with you

Rafayel 🫧

He is said to be the enigmatic prince from the neighboring kingdom, who carries the bloodline of the Lemurian people

He is the son of a Lemurian princess, whose beauty and grace are reflected in Rafayel's face

He is also known for his artistic skills especially in painting and is famous among the greatest artists in the continent

He often holds charity events, raising funds from his paintings to those in need

Many noble ladies fangirls over him, as most of them thinks he's a romantic and very admirable

But he's actually quite shy when it comes to real romance and that's just all his facade

So the story goes like this, one day, you met him at a ball and he tried to get close to you because he wanted to get some information from you on some kind of Lemurian-related case

You two ended up working together to solve the case and he slowly fell in love with you instead

He revealed to you that he's actually the king of the Lemurian kingdom and he wants to take you back to his kingdom and asked you to be his bride

Now, you are his muse, and since then you exist in all of his art

Zayne ❄️

Zayne is the prodigious mage of the magic tower, because you know, foreseer? Tower of secret?

Zayne represents the typical Mage!Male lead

He's the youngest and one of the lead researchers of magic with huge contributions to the kingdom

Rumor has it he's actually of noble birth but that's for another story

Zayne is cold and distant because he's grown up hiding his true identity

And the thing with you is that, in his dreams, he kept seeing glimpses of his own future — and keeps seeing the same person by his side, but doesn’t know if it’s real or just a magical illusion

And ever since that day, somehow you keep crossing paths with him during important meetings or investigations

Magic can be unpredictable around strong emotions — and Zayne finds his powers reacting wildly when he's near you

He tries to do a research on it, and at first "rejects his fate", but every time he does, his magic is getting more unpredictable and out of control

In the end, he learns to embrace it — but the truth is, he had already fallen for you long before he ever understood it

Because the moment you first crossed paths, even before you appeared in his dreams, his heart had already chosen you

Sylus and Caleb under the cut!

Sylus 🐈‍⬛

Sylus is the archduke/duke renowned for his vast fortune and prosperous land in the north

He's just as famous — or infamous — for the rumors that surround him

He was rumored to be cruel, violent and ruthless by outsiders, but the people in the north think otherwise

People say he has a pet dragon that protects his land

With Sylus, I can definitely see enemies to lovers trope, the fierce and mean northern duke slowly falls in love with an unshaken noble lady

Well, it all happened when you decided to run away from home to avoid being in an arranged marriage to some stranger

After running away, your carriage broke and you stumbled upon the Duke's castle

And Sylus, cold-eyed and ruthless, has no intention of letting a suspicious trespasser go free, thinking you were a spy sent by the neighboring kingdom

But after some negotiations, Duke Sylus agrees to hide you — but only if you work for him

Basically you're just an adorable little scared kitten to him that he basically adopts you

In the end, he convinced your father to marry you to him instead (the people in his castle are overjoyed by the news that the castle will finally have a Duchess)

Caleb 🍎

Prepare for the angst because in LADS his story kinda has the forbidden trope, that makes him so Knight!Male Lead coded

The tension of forbidden love between of a noble lady and her knight, He struggles every day to maintain his self-control, never daring to step over the line drawn by your difference in social status

As your loyal personal knight, he's always there right by your side ever since you two were young

His duty is solely to protect you from harm... Not catch feelings for you

He would watch from the sidelines while the other princes approached you, jealous but unable to do anything expect for clenching his fists behind his back

Because protecting you also means protecting your happiness, even if it breaks his own heart

And yet, every stolen glance, every accidental brush of your hand against his armor, chips away at his carefully built walls

Every time you smile at someone else... At some... Princes and noblemen, it feels like a blade twisting deeper into his chest

Nails digging into his palms, forcing himself to stand still when every instinct screams at him to act — to claim you

But he remains silent

Because loving you was never part of his oath — and even if it costs him everything, he will not be the one to shatter your future for his own selfish heart

So, in conclusion:

🌟 Xavier as the Crown Prince

🫧 Rafayel as the king of Lemurian kingdom, disguised as a Prince from the neighboring kingdom traveling to Philos kingdom

❄️ Zayne, the prodigious mage of the kingdom

🐈‍⬛ Sylus of course is the rich Northern Duke

🍎 And Caleb is your loyal personal knight

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frankcastleonlyfans · 1 year ago

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𝐇𝐎�� 𝐈 𝐌𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

pairing: dad!daemon targaryen x mom!reader au

summary: your son maegon visits his sick old uncle, viserys, and end up learning the story of how you met your husband.

author's note: look who's back... this story was based off two asks, this one, and another one asking how daemon and mom!reader met. and now mom!reader is officially dornish!!!! i will not be making descriptions of her features in the future, but just know that mom!reader is poc. i hope you guys enjoy this story. it feels good to write again.

warnings: none ig

reblogs, feedbacks and likes are appreciated. support your content creators 💓 please leave a comment if you like my work, and enjoy your reading.

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It is sad when a family member gets sick and you know there's nothing you can do about it. So when your brother-in-law fell ill, it came the time you had to explain to your children that King Viserys wouldn't be the same he once was. The hard part was trying not to scare them with the thought of losing their uncle.

The news brought sadness to Alyssa's and Rhaegon's hearts, but Maegon was the most affected one. He felt the necessity of doing something for his beloved uncle so that even though the King now lay indisposed, he could still feel loved. Your son was old enough to realize that besides Helaena, Viserys' kids did not care for him. That made him sad. Rhaenyra lived in Dragonstone, and for so she couldn't give the attention her father deserved.

The boy had the idea of asking Queen Alicent to let him pay some company for King, during the evenings where he would like someone to talk to. As she needed a break from the sick man herself, she would let Maegon take over her place wherever she felt like it. Which was, almost every evening.

During one of those evenings, Prince Daemon thought it would be nice to see what his brother and son talked about. Mostly, he just wanted to see his brother interacting with anyone, to have the certainty that Viserys would still be alive for a while. The King had little to no hair on his scalp. His body couldn't stand up without the supported of a cane. Daemon didn't know how much time his older brother had left.

When Daemon made entrance to the monarch's solar, he found his son and his brother giggling softly. It felt good to hear the laughing. It meant Viserys was in fact, still alive.

"May I know what is so funny?" The Rogue Prince asked, making his presence known.

Maegon was startled by his father's voice. He has been visiting his uncle for weeks now, but not once his father wanted to come with him.

"Oh, hello Daemon" Viserys grinned at the sight of his sibling, "what a coincidence to see you right now. I was just telling Maegon about that time when we were kids... Do you remember when we tried to find The Cannibal?"

Daemon chuckled, "I do. We searched around all Dragonstone until Father found us before we got inside a Volcano's cave."

"And we never found him!" Viserys laughed.

"Well, thank Gods! You two would probably be eaten or burned alive and I wouldn't be here today to hear the story if you did find him." Maegon reasoned, watching his father pacing around the King's solar.

Daemon's fingers danced around the huge model of Valyria that his brother had exposed in the middle of his room.

"I miss the good old days when I was brave. Once I was sword fighting, I was riding Balerion, I took my little brother to look for a cannibal wild dragon..." Viserys sighed softly.

"You are brave still, uncle" Maegon assures, "It takes bravery to rule. And it takes bravery to be kind. You are a good King."

Viserys nodded to his nephew's words, taking his hands across the table. Daemon felt warmth in his heart. He couldn't quite understand that sensation, but he sees that part of him feels glad that his son expressed words and emotions he could never say or show, because he didn't know how to.

"Did you know that I was the one who introduced your mother to Daemon?" Viserys asked, with fun in his tone, "Have I ever told you the story?"

"Oh, you haven't!" Maegon engaged, grinning excitedly, "Do tell me, uncle, please."

We were all at Driftmark to prestige Corlys and Rhaenys' wedding. Nobles from all across the Seven Kingdoms were there, and your mother was one of them. I remember she was wearing her house colors in her dress. She was a bit older than your sister is now, I think.

My late wife, Aemma, introduced me to her, I didn't know they were friends. I discovered that the lady whom I had just met, was not only a Princess but also played part as a knight at her father's guard. She wore that dress with such grace, that I thought my ears deceived me when I imagined her wearing armor and ringmail.

My thoughts were disturbed by Caraxes' whistling noises, when Daemon, who was very late for the ceremony, came flying upon our heads, rounding Corlys' castle. Everyone was watching the little show your father was giving, mouth-opened, shocked, scared. Y/N wasn't any of those things. She wasn't impressed at all. I remember asking her;

"Have you ever seen a dragon?"

and smirking, she replied, "Where I come from, we have scarier animals."

"Scarier?" Aemma questioned.

"More dangerous." Y/N reasoned.

"I suppose you're right, Princess Y/N," I said, "There are beings more lethal than a dragon, like the very man who rides it can be far more dangerous for his ideals, than the dragon under his command."

It felt like I summoned my brother once I said those words.

"Prince Daemon" Y/N made a short reverence to greet his presence.

"Brother, let me introduce you to Princess Y/N of Sunspear, she is a good friend of Aemma's."

Daemon kept his smugly signature grin on his lips, and took Y/N's hand in his, kissing the soft skin of her knuckles.

"I am deeply sorry for being late for the ceremony. I hope dear cousin Rhaenys can forgive my missing presence." Daemon changed the subject without paying any interest to the lady who made us company.

His rudeness made me uncomfortable, but it was so like my brother to behave like that.

"Y/N, you should come visit us. Viserys and I would love to welcome your family to Dragonstone." Aemma smiled and looked at me for reassurance.

I nodded, "Feel free to visit whenever you want. It is a very lonely place, and unfortunately, the only family we have there is my brother, as Aemma and I are still trying for a child."

Before Y/N could give us an answer, Daemon retorted, "My apologies if living with your younger brother is not what you expected of marriage."

"It certainly is not what I was expecting." Aemma playfully hit Daemon with her elbow.

Y/N giggled softly and the noise took Daemon's attention. He was quite curious why she was still there, in his presence. Most people who didn't know him are likely to feel uncomfortable with his intimidating presence, but not that girl.

"Are you here with your family?" He questioned. That was the first time he spoke directly to her.

Y/N shook her head, "My father sent me here in his name to prestige Princess Rhaenys and Lord Corlys, and give them our wedding gift."

"Oh. I see Dorne's economy must be great if its ruler has enough gold to spend on such superficial events." Like always, Daemon felt the need to say something directly rude.

Y/N frowned, "I thank the Gods our economy is doing well. It certainly is not because of your King." she replied. Her head remained raised, and her eyes stared at Daemon's on the same height.

Daemon felt strange. That woman wasn't offended by what he said, and even tried to get under his skin. One had to have such courage to talk to him like that.

"Uhm... Viserys, why don't you take Daemon to get that wine Corlys was talking to you about?" Aemma spoke trying to break the tension.

"When I took him away, he couldn't shut his mouth about Y/N. He was amazed a woman had the guts to talk to him like that, and even so about the King." Viserys finished the story, as Maegon quietly listened to every word he said.

"She never really had much filter, your mother." Daemon said, "Still doesn't."

Maegon frowned, "But... that's it? That's how you met mother? But, when did you start courting her, father?"

"She came to Viserys' coronation ceremony. Aemma was pregnant and couldn't make her company, so I offered myself for my sister-in-law to be the one hosting her friend in King's Landing." Daemon shrugged, "The rest... well, maybe you should ask your mother how it happened. I don't remember very well, but I know she quickly fell in love with me."

#dad!daemon targaryen au #daemon targaryen x reader #house of the dragon imagines #daemon targaryen imagines #daemon targaryen x oc #dad!daemon targaryen x mom!reader au

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aquamarinemarie · 4 months ago

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Second Love

There is nothing wrong with being a man’s second love. Or a woman’s for that matter.

I’ve heard it being said, whether by gleeful solavellan critics or by angry, disappointed solavellan’s themselves, that the love Solas and Lavellan share is now diminished or tainted by Solas’ love for Mythal.

I could not disagree more.

In fact, I believe Solas’ love for Lavellan is made all the stronger by him having experienced (and lost) love in the past.

No one ever forgets their first love, this is true. First love is special.

But first love rarely lasts. For most people their first true love is the love that will inevitably lead to their first heartbreak.

Solas’ first love betrayed him – so much so that he had to burn her off his face. She lied to him, she used him, and yet he still held out hope that she would come back to him. He fell in love with an unobtainable, married woman, who thought she could control him.

“But you were always stubborn, Fen'Harel. Insubordinate. Unmanageable, even by Mythal’s reckoning.” – Elgar’nan

A woman who wanted to be a queen. To be a god to her people. She was not the woman he thought her to be, and so, their relationship had fallen apart.

And then Mythal was murdered. Solas blamed himself and grieved his first love alone.

In Inquisition Solas never anticipated that he could fall in love, not for a second time. But within a year’s time Lavellan had somehow wormed her way into becoming someone so special, so dear to him, that he was tempted to throw everything away just to be with her.

Second love could not be denied, no matter how hard Solas attempted to resist. No matter how many times he tried to turn away.

Love kept calling him back, and love kept calling him forward.

Second love is less naïve than the first and has learned from past mistakes. Second love is all the more hopeful and knows the pain of love lost. Second love knows the value of their shared bond and can show you what real love is supposed to be.

Solas and Lavellan’s love is an enduring, mature love. It endures separation, persists through doubt, is sacrificial, is understanding, is compassionate, and is forgiving.

When Solas says that he will tear down the veil to create the world Mythal wanted, please know that this is a lie. Solas is ultimately tearing down the veil for himself. To rectify one of his greatest mistakes. To salve his conscience.

Solas knows he’s in the wrong here, and that is why he cowers when Mythal appears before him. He's ashamed of his actions, and he's never fully allowed himself to grieve.

Remember who Mythal was when she was alive. She was his queen. Judge, jury, and executioner of the elven people.

Solas truly believes he deserves to be executed for his crimes - that is why he halfway offers the dagger to her. But what he doesn't anticipate is Mythal owning up to her part in the wrongs they did and admitting that she broke him.

He doesn't anticipate her finally releasing him.

Old friends and former lovers. Solas will always love Mythal, but he is no longer in love with her. His heart belongs to Lavellan now, to his future.

#dragon age #dragon age veilguard #solas #lavellan #solavellan #mythal

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yuriisclumsy · 8 months ago

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Intuition

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 2058

[Authors Note]: OMG I'm so sorry guys for the late update! Something went wrong and now is now I figured it out. So here you go! It took me a while to figure this one out, but I managed to get something going. This is a gift for another blog, @paimonial-rage! They do Genshin requests (fanfiction with reader insert) for anyone interested.

»»►Cale has an intuition that [Name] is in danger.

»»►...

»»►What?

»»►That’s all I’m telling you, no spoilers for you!

The high walls of the Roan Kindom’s palace stood the testament of war being waged at its firmament. It had been many a time someone dared to destroy it, but none came close to achieving their goal.

Not when there was a great commander in charge.

In one of the many rooms withholding secrets never to shed light to the world in the palace, stood two esteemed figures; one, bearing the crown, the other, his most trusted friend and sworn-brother.

“Cale, Cale, what will I be without you?” The ever-loved crown prince–now king–asked.

“You’d still be a crown prince fighting to retain the crown, Alberu,” Cale sipped his tea nonchalantly, ignoring the unamused face he was getting.

Alberu sighs from the otherwise boring reaction. “Even after all this time, you’re still trying to piss me off. And here I thought that perhaps marrying that girl would make you more sensible.”

“Then you guessed wrong, my king,” Cale slightly vowed.

“Stop that.”

“Of course, Your Majesty,” he gave a polite smile.

Alberu shook his head and let out another sigh. This won’t stop until Cale won, so it was simpler to just surrender. “How is married life going for you?” He took his tea and blew to calm it.

“It's actually going well,” Cale responded, thinking back on his experience so far.

He got married a while ago, two months ago, to be precise. It had been slow, sharing the same room with someone, but they had adjusted just fine ...aside from the fact that his wife moves a bit too much when she sleeps. Cale learned to either build a fortress of pillows that separated them or hug her the whole night–though this option comes with sweat greeting them the next morning.

“I’m still not used to her being in my—our room,” he corrected himself. “And when will you get a wife, huh? Don’t you think the kingdom deserves a queen?”

Alberu threw daggers at him mentally, hoping he’d drop dead where he stood. “Haha…funny.” He placed the cup down on the table where the saucer was. “Although…it would be nice to have someone to share my troubles with,” he looked Cale in the eyes when saying that.

Liar. You want me to ask so I can fix your messes, Cale thought, internally scuffing at the man.

He put in his diplomatic smile. “Oh, but your highness. You always can share your concerns with me, your most loyal subject. I can assure you that even the future queen would agree with me.”

“Ha! You’re a bastard through and through,” Alberu crossed his arms in amusement.

Yeah, right. The only bastard here is you—! Cale’s cup fell lento, as if time had slowed down entirely.

Alberu’s eyes widened in surprise, “Cale, are you okay?” He stared at Cale to see if it was another of his antics but he looked completely still, with his face growing paler by the second. The king shot up thinking of the worst. “Damn it! Is it poison?!” He checked the teapot for any unusual smells.

“No, no,” Cale patted the king, who by now was by his side, to calm down. “I just…had a shiver run down my spine.”

His sworn brother remained silent for a short moment, and then his mouth opened. “If it were a mare shiver, you wouldn't have reacted like that. Cale, I know you. And the you, I know, doesn’t fear much.” He grabbed Cale by the arms, “now tell me, what made you react in such a way?”

“...” Cale looked at him and then at the floor, unsure of what to tell him.

“Cale…” Alberu shook him a little, firming his hold a bit more, to show that he was there if it were something bad.

“*sigh*...I got this feeling…” he paused, inhaling grimly, “that something bad is going to happen to [Name]. But, it’s just a feeling. It’s probably my overthinking, you needn't worry about it.”

Alberu was at a loss for words. Yes, with fame and power, came great danger. But he didn’t think that his friend–his brother-in-arms–would be so unworried for a thought like that.

No… He was more worried about it than he let on.

He released his hold on Cale, straightening himself.

“Alberu?” Cale looked up from the loss of pressure, “did something happen?”

“...You need to go,” he said.

“What?”

“You need to go,” he repeated.

Cale could only stare, not sure why he was saying that. “But…why?” He looked like a small child who had lost their mother in the market and was asking for help from a stranger with a sad look on their face.

“Oh, for heaven's sake…” Alberu’s hands clutched themselves to Cale’s coat, “damn it, you dense donkey! You had a thought about your wife being hurt, you need to go, and make sure she’s in perfect shape like the good husband you are!!"

At this point some of the knights were hearing the commotion inside but dared not intrude on the scolding from a mother to their child, it brought trauma none of them wished to relive.

“So you will stand up,” he brought Cale to his feet, “and go to your wife!!”

And that’s how Cale Henituse, the great commander of the Roan Kingdom, was promptly kicked out and banned from entering the castle until the king received notice of his wife’s safety.

Cale gawked at the castle for a few minutes after that. He looked like a fish out of the water: stupid.

He sighed out of his daze. “Ron?” He turned to his butler who accompanied him on his trip.

“Yes, young master?” Ron vowed.

“Get me home as fast as you can,” he ordered as he opened the carriage doors and climbed in, shutting the door in the process.

“As you wish, Master Cale,” Ron got up to the carriage’s coachman seat. Taking the leach of the horses, he made a swift movement, and the horses were galloping towards the exit.

The path home was peaceful. Yes, there were a few pours here and there, but that was only for a bit. What could not find rest, was the man inside the carriage.

He fidgeted sporadically, his leg went up and down in impatience, and his eyes fixated on the outside where they could see the slightest glance of his territory's walls. Anything that could calm his unease.

I should have brought Raun with me, or a magic item that could teleport me back faster. He thought of all the things he could have done to fasten the transportation to his manor.

The sight of walls and a flag in the distance made Cale happy.

Home. Alas, he was closer to his wife.

The carriage passed the high gates of the city, not needing to check inside for threats when the man who had saved them plenty of times was inside. The knights saluted as he entered.

Arriving at the manor, he dismounted the carriage walking to the entrance. A few servants waited right outside the door, vowing to greet their master. He stopped just as he passed the doors, making his two trusted butlers look at him: one in worry, and the other in amusement.

“Master Cale?” Hans called. “Is something the matter?”

“...Ron,” he said his butler's name without looking back.

“Yes, Master Cale?”

“Can you do me a favor, and go hunting for a few loud quails?” He said.

Ron smirked. “As you wish, Master Cale,” he vowed before turning and leaving the manor.

“Quails?” Hans asked, “But we already have plenty of them.” His eyes widened, “please don’t tell me what I think that is referring to…”

Cale continued to the gardens where he knew his wife would be. “Don’t worry about Hans. You’re not the one getting their hands dirty with animal feathers,” he said with a smile.

“Please don’t smile when you say that…” he looked nauseous.

…

The wind blew swiping and budging any object its strength could move. The wind chime followed the rhyme of the calm breeze as it passed through. Soft humming that sounded like they belonged to a fairy filled the air of the manor’s garden. It came from the lady of the house; a beautiful and delicate flower, who married the lout son of the family.

She lowered herself to be a few inches from the bed of flowers planted for her by her husband's wishes;.He planted them for her happiness; she loved flowers as much as she loved him.

Her hands lifted a white tulip, her eyes observed its color and physique. “You have grown from the last time I saw you,” she songily whispered. “Cale would be happy to see you like this.”

People often gossiped how, in their eyes, she took care of the plants like if they were her children. Yet, they know not that these small greeneries are as alive as any other living creature. They can call her crazy all they want, for she already found someone that loves her. Even if he did find this fixation of hers a little odd.

“Happy to see who?” a voice asked from behind.

Her head turned to see who it was that questioned her, but her smile made it clear that she knew who it was that asked.

“Cale,” she said his name, love surrounded his name. She stood up to greet her one and only husband. “You’re back so soon, I thought you said you would be in the capital for 10 days.”

“Something came up for the king, so I decided to come back,” Cale embraced her warmth. She smelled like the flowers she loved.

She returned the hug by wrapping her arms around him, “you missed me that much?”

“Shut up,” he scuffed and let go of her.

She giggled in response. “Hehehe, didn’t you though?” her eyes met his, “you missed your wife so much, that you came running here.”

“As if. I had no other business in the capital other than meeting with his majesty.” Excuses. His wife could tell. He might think that he's not that easy to read, but for her, he was like a poster in a billboard right in the public's eyes.

“Sure, sure…I believe you.”

“No, you don’t, [Name].”

“Yes I do!” She pouted.

“Master Cale,” Ron made himself known as he walked towards them.

“Ron!” [Name] ran to the old butler. “Ron, won’t you agree that Cale came back so quickly because he loved his wife so much, he couldn't spend a single day more in the capital?” She asked, dramatizing the whole thing to embarrass her husband.

Ron had the smile only a demon could have when they had their enemies greatest weakness.

“Don’t you dare,” Cale warned.

“Oh, but I must agree with Lady [Name],” he closed his eyes, “The young master whined the whole way here. “Oh, how I wish I was next to my wife. My sweet, and beautiful, [Name]...”” Ron was mocking him. And there was nothing he could do about it.

Damned old man…

“I see, I see…” she nodded along. She was enjoying this far too much.

“Okay, that’s it,” he stepped towards them and grabbed her by the arm, “we’re leaving.”

“Awe, if you wanted to have me all to yourself you can always ask,” [Name] placed a hand on her check, cooing at Cale.

“Why did I marry you?”

“Because you love me!” She gave him the happiest smile she had; the same one she had on their wedding day; the same one she had when he asked her to marry him; the same one she had when he pronounced his love. It was her normal smile.

“...” Cale had a blush on his face. He caught the smug smile from Ron, and that just made him instantly frown, ruining the beautiful moment. “Let's go,” He continued to pull her along. She giggled at his antics.

“Oh, Ron?” he halted.

He smiled, “Yes, young master?”

“Did you finish your hunt?”

Ron’s smile widened. “Yes. We’ll be having 6 quails for dinner.”

“Great,” he resumed his pace.

“Wait, I thought it was beef for dinner today.”

“That too.”

“???”

Fin

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THE HIGHEST TOWER (1/2)

Summary: As a Princess of the Realm the chance to escape political marriage and abscond with your Promised was beyond anything you could wish for. When the time is right, your dragon will lead you to them and your mother will support your union. In return, you must do all you can to protect her claim, even if you must do so from within the very heart of the Greens.

Soulmate AU: Your animal familiar leads you to your soulmate.

Pairing: Cregan Stark x Reader (eventual), Aemond Targaryen x Reader (mentioned)

Word Count: 4296

Warnings: Canon typical warnings, swearing, just general character awfulness, some espionage, canon divergence, my first time writing for hotd.

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You had lived the better part of eight and ten years in the Red Keep. The daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen handed off to the Queen like some paltry trinket. The King’s first and final word on the matter of his granddaughter. Thrust carelessly into Alicent’s care at the fresh age of ten, a peace offering and a trade for Lucerys’ life. You scarcely remembered life beyond the borders of the castle. Only that one moment your brother's life had been under threat and the next yours was all but forfeit.

Your mother had clasped the back of your neck, pulled you toward her and begged her father for mercy. You who had not even been in the room when Aemond had lost his eye, lost to your own midnight flight atop dragon back. And then the curtain of Rhaneyra’s hair parted, and from over her shoulder Daemon met your eyes. For a single poignant moment, he stared and then a smirk broke across his face as if he knew.

Knew that you were not the innocent that your mother would have the King believe you to be. Knew that your midnight rendezvous with your dragon at the exact moment of Vhagar’s claiming was not mere coincidence. Your intentions had been innocent at first. A trip to the kitchen for a cup of milk which you would warm on the stove – a feat the late Sir Harwin Strong had taught you. Past your brothers’ room, your mother’s room, the servants' quarters and a balcony overlooking the beach. And then you had seen him. Aemond scaling your cousin’s dragon. And that just wouldn’t do.

Targaryens – true Targaryens who did not cower under the cover of darkness – needed their dragons if they had any hope of finding their Promised. Your cousin, Baela who always shared her sweets and let you borrow her wooden sword, deserved the chance to meet her Promised in the wake of her mother’s death. The man or woman that Vhagar would lead her to when the Old Gods saw fit. In the game of thrones when Targearyens already found so few chances for happiness, how could Aemond strip his cousin of her chance at true love? True, as an eldest daughter Baela’s future husband was most certainly decided – likely one of your brothers. But you were certain that Jacaerys or Lucerys would be understanding and gracious when the time came for Baela to claim her Promised, as she would be when the time came for her Lord-Husband. Such was the way of things. At least for the lucky.

Imagining your dragon, Laesuvion, claimed by another and leaving you with no guide to your Gods-given Promised made you feel ill. And so, you set out on bare, hurried feet to find and mount Laesuvion. You were a Targaryen born of the blood of dragons, of true Valyrian features. Vhagar was your cousin’s dragon by right and it was your duty to protect that claim. She was a formidable, indomitable beast but shackled with a new rider on his first flight. If you had one chance to disrupt the yet fragile bond being formed by dragon and rider, it was to dislodge the green boy and send him toppling toward the sea.

Laesuvion had hatched for you in your cradle. He was much younger and smaller than Vhagar but all the faster. It would be no trouble to fell your traitorous cousin. The difficulty became disguising the shock of white scales along the elongated arch of Laesuvion’s neck whilst searching for Vhagar’s camouflaged breadth.

“Aderī Laesuvion. Dokimarvose.” (Quickly Laesuvion. Focus.) You urged him.

Despite your efforts, you only caught sight of them twice. Once among the clouds, though you were sure Aemond got a greater view of you than you did him. And again, as Vhagar was returning to land Driftmark. Your hunt had been unsuccessful. But you had been sure no one would suspect you of such vengeful intent toward your uncle. Except perhaps Daemon.

“It is a fair price, Rhaenyra,” Daemon’s smirk was cunning, “They will not harm her.”

The betrayal on your mother's face heated your blood. How dare he tell her what to do? Your mother, Princess of Dragonstone and heir to the iron throne. This man who was no one, husband of no one, Prince of nowhere, heir of nothing. Who was he to command your mother? And now, to step toward you and attempt to pry you away from her. So close you could almost-

Almost hear the two of them whispering. To each other. To you.

“Think.” Daemon hissed, “They will demand her for Aemond sooner or later.”

“She is my only daughter.”

“She will still be your daughter in the Red Keep.” He kept up the pretence of fighting your mother, despite her arms having gone lax around you. “Not a bastard. Not a bargaining chip. Your daughter. At the heart of the greens.”

“She is a child.”

“A Targaryen child.”

“She is my child.”

“Then let her prove it.”

“Mother,” You warbled. “I don’t want to go.”

“Tala.” Daemon shifted, and his eyes met yours again as if you should know this word. You did not. “You will go. Make your mother proud. Learn at court. Find those who support her claim and those who will side with the Hightowers. You are weak and a girl, they will not suspect you. When the time comes you will be our most valuable weapon.”

“But I want to go home, Kepa.” (Father or paternal uncle)

“Oh, my sweet girl.” Rhaenyra held your face and brushed away your tears. “You will.”

“’Nyra.” Daemon warned.

“But not today.” She kissed each of your cheeks. “Today you must be strong for me. You must be strong for your brothers. You must do as Daemon says, we must keep them happy.”

And then your mother pulled you toward her firmly, pressed her lips to your ear and whispered a promise. A reward should you embark on this mission. Beyond sweets and silk dresses and extra time on Laesuvion. Beyond anything you had ever been promised or ever dreamed of asking for. Do this for your mother and she would exempt you from the chains of political marriage that would shackle each of your brothers. There was no guarantee you would be lucky like your brothers, married to one who would understand. But do this and you could have your Promised under the eyes of the Seven, the Old Gods, and the traditions of old Valyria itself. Even at 10, you knew that for a Princess and a second-born, there was no greater boon.

So, you did what you had to do for your one shot to truly be with your Promised. You squared your shoulders, kissed your mother's cheek, and stumbled toward Queen Alicent. She gripped you by the shoulder, tucked you into the folds of her skirt, and stared cruelly down her nose at your mother.

“Now I will have no more fighting.” Said the King and having satisfied his wife for the first time in their long marriage, he ambled off to bed.

As the crowd dispersed, Sir Criston Cole flanked the Queen and as a unit, the three of you marched from the room. Your mother, scarcely held together in Daemon’s embrace, gave one last warbling cry as you passed the threshold and disappeared, not to be seen again for nine long years.

You were kept that night in the Queen’s own quarters to thwart rescue or escape. Behind a bolted door and no less than three kings’ guards. And yet, that morning, upon waking with puffy eyes from silent tears and aching limbs from the harsh sitting room sofa, you found something that had not been there before.

A gift from Daemond, most assuredly, tucked under the pillow you had slept on. The handle was perhaps an inch too long for your small age, but the blade was curved and wicked sharp and would require little finesse to cause harm. Inlaid in the pommel was a single ruby, the size of your thumb and wonderfully smooth. Carved into the cross-guard flowing Valyrian script read valar morghūlis. (All men must die.)

You would call the dagger gaomilaksir, duty. You would carry it as a reminder of the promises you and your mother had made one another. One day, as Daemon had said, you would become her greatest weapon.

There had been few bright spots in your life as the Queen’s ward. So, few in fact, that you could count them on one hand.

One.

You could not fly. Such a thing would only encourage escape back to Dragonstone and your mother. But you could visit Laesuvion and watch him sweep through the clouds. He had grown much in your teenage years. Still lithe in build and elegant in frame, but more angular like an arrow strung tight. He did not take to Kings Landing, not in all your years trapped there. So used to the comfort of Dragonstone and your family’s own dragons, he often abandoned the Dragonpit entirely. Kept tethered to the Keep by your presence alone.

“Where is Laesuvion?” You were just shy of ten and two when you approached the Dragonkeeper Acolyte.

“Hunting, my lady.” He knocked his quarterstaff against the ground. “He flew north not three hours ago.”

“Do you not offer him food?”

The keeper lowered his head, “He refuses it, my lady.”

“Offer him better.”

“We give him our very best, lady. He is a magnificent but stubborn creature.”

“He is a dragon, not a creature.” You conjured up a playful grin. “And I am a princess, not a lady.”

“Of course, Your Highness,” The Acolyte blustered, “Shall I inform you upon his return?”

“That won’t be necessary,” You strode to his side and plunked yourself down to lean against the stone entrance. “I shall wait for his return here.”

And so, you did. Silently, for the better part of twenty minutes as the Acolyte threw furtive glances your way.

Until finally, “Truly, my lady. Your Highness. He could be hours still.”

Wonderful. You thought and cast a dazzling grin up at him. “Perhaps you ought to keep me better company then.”

And so, you began your mission. You charm the Dragonkeepers – Acolyte and Elder, all seventy-seven of them – who knew the princes and their dragons, their strengths and weaknesses. You befriend the maids, the scullery, the wet nurses, and the servants they bunk with. Piece by piece, inch by inch, you win back your mother's share of Kings Landing.

Two.

Strange though she was, your Aunt Heleana always welcomed you into her chambers. In your shared youth, she always had a critter clutched between her hands as if it were the most precious thing she owned. You are four and ten, a year younger than your aunt when she is forced to split her time between her menagerie of insects and the chubby masses of her twin babes.

“The young prince has lungs,” You smiled at Heleana as the wet nurse rocked a wailing Jaehaerys. “He will make glorious speeches when he is grown.”

“Only one.” She examined the creature in her hands. Today she favoured a centipede, passing Jaehaera onto you.

You had long since learned to ignore her ramblings, “The sweet Princess must be the wordsmith, then.”

“The fourth in an age.” Heleana startled as if only just noticing your presence. “Apologies, Hāedar. You wished to speak?” (Younger female sibling or cousin)

“No apologies necessary, Mandia.” (Older female sibling or cousin). The Valyrian word tasted foul. You had your own siblings on Dragonstone, those whom you had been stolen from and those whom you had yet to meet. But Heleana liked it when you pretended that you were not a prisoner, that you were her mother’s daughter and not her forcibly attained ward. And so you swallowed it with a smile, “Might we talk privately?”

Heleana startled again as she turned to the wet nurse. “Take the children to the nursery, Bria.”

“Of course, Your Highness.” Bria gave an awkward curtsy, shuffled the still-wailing Jaehaerys to one side and received Jaehaera from your arms. Heleana turned to you expectantly as the trio disappeared through a side door.

“It is a sensitive matter I am afraid,” You eyed the centipede as it escaped her hands and crawled across her skirts. “I do not wish to cause offence.”

Heleana’s eyes pinched at the corners, “It is not such a terrible burden – to be a wife. Mostly he ignores you.”

“You misunderstand me,” You hurried. “I only wished to speak of your grandfather.”

“Not my brother?”

“Do you wish to speak of your husband?”

“No,” Heleana gave you a quizzical look. “I speak of Aemond, who will be your husband.”

“Aemond?” Your uncle who’s selfishness had trapped you here. One of Alicent’s precious children married to her living doll. The thought would have been hysterical were it not so frightening. Surely not.

“It is the natural progression of things. I was given to Aegon and now you to Aemond.” Heleana’s attention returned to the centipede. “One pairing to strengthen our house, another to mend its bonds. So says grandfather.”

“Oh Mandia. I am entrusted to your mother. There need be no marriage to bring me into the fold. We are family.”

“Yes. So says mother.” Heleana stared. Not so blind as she seemed. “But grandfather always gets what he wants.”

And so, you are four years into your mission, having sat patiently by the Queen's side. Having listened and learned and noted those your mother can count on. Four years in and the time to begin quietly making moves had arrived with a head start from your oblivious Aunt.

But then you see the centipede crawl from her hands again and writhe across her skirt. And you think maybe Heleana’s warnings have more to do with where the critter is trying to lead her than it has to do with you.

Three.

It took you longer than you would like to admit to worm your way into Otto Hightower’s confidences – if there were such a thing.

You had quickly learned in your first year at the Keep that Alicent feared her father, distrustful of his greed and power lust. Not much unlike yourself, she had been sent into the greedy hands of a different house in pursuit of the Iron Throne. Were Otto not so blinded by his ambitions you might have begun to worry that Daemon’s strategy might ring familiar. But Lord Hightower’s strength was also his greatest weakness. So careful in his scheming, gently coaxing his will unto others, moving his pawns about the board, sacrificing all but himself, he could not see his tactics turned against him. Beyond your connection to Rhaenyra, you barely registered as a piece in the game.

Daemon had been right. Weak and a girl and not a threat. Not yet.

So, you worked tirelessly to endear yourself to Alicent. Just as you learned from her, you began to teach in turn. When you are in the room Otto Hightower dares not spin his lies about succession. When you appear around corners in search of your Queen-mother talk of hastening the king's condition ceases. When you are near, Alicent is safe. She begins to wear you like the expensive accessory you are, a decorative shield.

Hours trailing your Queen-mother to and from meetings of the small council, waiting patiently at her side as she sat in place of the King. Serving wine to fat and foolish lords.

And then finally, on the eve of your ten and fifth nameday, the Queen brings you along to the Hand's Tower.

“Father.” She greets.

“Alicent,” Otto brings you to his office, where a tea set for two lays steaming. “I see you have brought your shadow.”

The Queen barely glances your way as you serve her tea and then her father’s, before retreating to stand at her shoulder. She glares across her father’s desk, “This does concern her.”

“She is approaching her fifteenth year, two since her first blood. Time has well arrived for her to marry,” He stares directly at you then, “Have you any fondness for your uncle, Princess?”

“My lord, the Princes and I are often kept busy by our duties.” Your friends among the servants have divulged their schedules. You stay firmly away from drunken Aegon and selfish Aemond, remaining civil only with young Daeron.

“You must see reason.” Alicent implores her father. “They hold no affection for one another. Aegon and Heleana have already wed in the name of strengthening our family. To marry her would serve only to anger Rhaenyra.”

“And to bind her eldest daughter to us.” Interesting that he would say so openly in front of you. Perhaps you have been more effective in playing a Green than you had thought. “Aemond will be a good husband to her.”

“I have no doubt,” Alicent says and as silence stretches you suspect she is losing conviction; you have not saved her this time.

You clear your throat delicately, “If I may?”

“Of course, sweet pet.” Alicent reaches out to fuss with your hair. She likes it long and keeps its length to your hip despite how cumbersome it can be. Short hair is unbecoming, she claims.

You look to Otto in false deference, “My lord?”

“Very well.”

“I think,” You begin carefully. “Aemond and I may be of better use to you.”

“And how might that be?” He is condescending but you have his attention.

“When the time comes that grandsire passes on, I suspect the lords of the realm will need cause to back a claim to the Iron Throne. My Septa says that peace such as we have seen under his rule may bring unrest. I do not doubt that Aemond will make a fine and just husband. All I mean is that mayhaps it would be wise to keep us unwed until we may serve a greater purpose.”

No mention of your mother nor their ill-begotten plan for Aegon. Hightower's methods played against him.

“And when the time comes you will do this?” He demands.

“It is my duty to my house.”

He tilts his head as a predatory bird might. “You must swear it, to myself and to your Queen, upon your young brothers.”

To pause would mislay your ruse. To hesitate would be to sign your life away to Aemond Targaryen.

“I swear it, upon the lives of my brothers.”

He considered you for a moment, and then his daughter.

“You have done well with her, Alicent.” Your Queen-mother sighs as Otto Hightower stands. “Enjoy your tea, I have matters to attend to elsewhere. Perhaps you will be of more use than we originally suspected, Princess.”

Your first true victory. You will not be shackled to the Keep; you will be kept safe until your mother comes for you. Until such a time that you and Laesuvion can seek out your Promised.

Four.

The Queen held a strange fondness for you. Platinum-haired and purple-eyed, the spitting image of the Realm’s delight and perhaps the only trueborn among your siblings. She took pains to brush and braid your hair, dress you in green and flout you at court. Her perfect tamed Targaryen. Who would eat from her hand, take tea by her side, sit prim and silent as her Queen-mother decorated her. You were her walking-talking glimmering triumph over Rhaenyra.

At ten, Alicent’s obsession stole you from your mother. At ten and four, it protected you from a hasty marriage. And now, at ten and eight, it was your path to freedom.

“Mother?”

Oh, how Alicent loved it when you called her that. One more thing ripped from Rhaenyra’s thieving hands. Alicent pushed into your room with a tired facsimile of a smile and took the seat across from you by the roaring hearth.

“My sweet pet.” She was dressed head to toe in full regalia. “I am so sorry to have missed you today.”

You tucked a piece of scrap paper into the book you had been reading, buying yourself time to school your features into innocent confusion. “As am I. My door has been locked. I am sorry I could not come to you.”

“A precaution – one that I fought.” Alicent reached for your hair, running her fingers through its length. “But we cannot trust you to betray your mother. Regardless of the years you have spent in our care.”

“I do not understand, mother.” But you do.

“Your grandsire is dead.”

You close your eyes, “Aegon is king.”

“Yes.”

“You did not wish for this.”

“I wish Viserys were still a living corpse. That he would outlive us all so that none could claim his cursed throne. Not Aegon. Not Rhaenyra. Not my father.”

“That is not a solution.”

She tugs at your hair harshly, “Foolish pet, there is none.”

You blink harshly. Your eyes scarcely holding back tears. For the first time since you left your mother's embrace, you are truly scared. No longer are you the meek girl who walks in the Queen’s shadow. Given liberties and protection in a twisted echo of her love for Rhaenyra. You are a living embodiment of what House Targaryen will be to House Hightower. A pretty little puppet kept from your dragon, cloistered away like some trophy, scrambling for a scrap of power to delude yourself that you have some control.

“What is to become of our house?” You whisper.

“Your mother and Prince Daemon remain on Dragonstone. No blood has yet been shed.” Alicent brushed your hair softly behind one ear. “We have sent Aemond to Storm’s End to do as you once suggested. To offer himself to one of the Baratheon girls, that Lord Borros might see reason and acknowledge Aegon as rightful King.”

Good, there were those beyond the Keep who remained steadfast and loyal. It was time to return to your mother, then. To tell her all you had learned these last eight years. To name her allies and set Daemon loose upon her foes. Now was the time.

“What of my brothers?”

Alicent leant back, “Scouts have spotted Vermax flying north likely as an envoy to rally support among the lords.”

“How could they have mobilized so quickly? Was Aegon not crowned mere hours ago?”

“He was, indeed.” Alicent’s gazed into the fire. “The Lady Rhaenys was not so welcoming of solitude as you have been.”

“She has gone to Dragonstone?”

“She has.”

“And no one has come for me?”

“They have not.”

For a moment you each stared listlessly into the hearth. When Alicent shifts back to face you, she has a letter clutched in her hand. It is crisp and of fine quality but most strikingly, stamped with the King’s seal.

“I am under no delusions,” Alicent says softly, mournfully. “You can no more contest your mother's claim than I can Aegon’s. We are matching pieces in this game, I think.”

Your fear swells, “Mother.”

“Please, my sweet girl.” She smooths the hair atop your head. “You must do me one last favour as my ward.”

“I don’t understand.”

She presses the letter into your hands. “Jacaerys will fly first to the Vale, to treat with House Arryn and then to Winterfell. You will take this and beat him there. You will do as you swore to do those years ago.”

“I ca–”

“Listen!” She jerked you by your shoulders. “You must listen. You will wed Lord Stark. He is as fine a match as any. The north is loyal to Rhaenyra and will remain steadfast, you will be well treated. You must go, with this missive from the King, his final wish to send you north to snow and safety. In return for your hand, they will take no part in the fighting, they will protect you as their own, until such a time that the victor is crowned. Do you understand me, pet?”

“The King never cared for me.” You said foolishly.

“And yet, with his dying breath, he spoke of you and of Aegon. That you would carry his legacy, that you would see out his dream to the North. That Prince Aegon was Promised to this kingdom. You must believe me. You must do this for your grandsire.”

“I do believe you mother.” She was deluded. “I will do what must be done.”

Alicent has offered you one gilded cage for another. You will not be fool enough to fall into this one. You will find Laesuvion and be gone in the dead of night. You tuck the King’s missive into your book and smile at the Queen.

“Shall we call for tea, mother? You have much to tell me. I hear I have missed a coronation.”

Five.

You shape your fifth and final joy as the Queen Alicent’s Ward whilst escaping her clutches. You take three sharp detours on your path to the Dragonpit. First, to the chamber of the small council where you snatch the King's ball of quartz, you will make a gift of this to your mother. Then to the creche where the Keeper’s turned a blind eye as you pilfered three precious Dragon eggs. Finally, you find yourself ascending the steps of the Lord Hand’s Tower. To take the Dowager Queen from the Greens would be the greatest gift to your mother and her cause. But Alicent, despite her many faults, had been as kind to you as one might be toward a favourite pet. And so you do as a pet would – you do not bite the hand that fed you. Instead, you do both your Queen-mother and the woman that birthed you, a favour. You find Otto Hightower asleep in his study and you pass onto him your final gift from Daemon Targaryen.

You leave gaomilaksir in the heart of Hightower as you flee north, your duty complete.

(Part 2 : The Winter Keep)

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sylvanas-girlkisser · 1 year ago

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Tilda van der Meer was a pretty good villain, could have been great if given more screentime i mean:

"Erik and Gerard's fatal flaws is that they both think they're the smartest person in the room and deserve to remake the world in their image - unlike me, who is the smartest person in the room and deserve to remake the world in my image, while my ex apologizes for breaking up with me."

"When faced with the apocalypse, I made it my mission to preserve art for future generations - And by art, I mean exclusively the kind created by white christian men during the height of the Dutch collonial empire."

"Making a clone of my ex and raising her in torture VR while presenting myself as her only source of affection and human intimacy; did not produce an exact copy of the woman I fell in love with who always called me on my shit; instead it gave her turbo anxiety, suicidal ideation, and PTSD :( Fortunately I found this other clone of her in the wild who hates my guts, so I'm gonna kidnap her, force eternal youth upon her, then lock her in a box until she realizes she's in love with me!"

Like you go queen! Continue exhibiting zero self insight and confirming all our prejudice about trust fund babies!

#tilda van der meer #world champion stone thrower in a glass house 1000 years running #horizon zero dawn #horizon forbidden west

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lexsssu · 4 days ago

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You (Aemond Targaryen) [2/2]

TAGS: Aemond/Dragoness!reader, yandere, obsession Ao3 ver, | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN) | Part 1

Aegon

Aegon always knew that he never wanted to become king.

Despite all the hopes and expectations placed upon his golden head from the moment he was born into the world, ruling Westeros had never even crossed his mind as something that he actually wanted for himself. He'd rather spend his days touring the free cities with Sunfyre, far away from all the responsibilities he never asked for and free to drink and whore as he pleased.

Regardless of how he'll go down in history, Aegon simply had had enough of all the politics and treachery in King’s Landing.

But if there was anyone who was worthy of the throne, it would be none other than his younger brother, Aemond. Only he showed the capability and temperament worthy of wearing the crown, as crazy as it sounded.

Once upon a time, when they were younger, before the incident, Aegon would never even entertain the idea of his snot-nosed little brother taking the throne.

But now?

There is no better man that deserves it.

Not their whore of a half-sister Rhaenyra, not their treacherous Uncle Daemon, and much less their bastard nephews.

He can still remember it so vividly.

From the moment Aemond opened his one remaining eye after spending the night practically fighting for his life, it was as if something within him had changed. His near brush with death might have awakened the dragon within Aemond, and it was clear to everyone that it no longer would allow itself to be chained.

The familiar shade of lilac purple on his one remaining eye had darkened further, tinged by what some say to be blood, to become the deep and rich hue of finely aged wine.

Mayhaps it’s his dragonsblood finally igniting after his ordeal, but regardless of what it truly was, what or who woke up that day was no longer his baby brother, who only ever dreamed of flying.

Aegon briefly entertains the thought of a demon taking his brother’s place during the very moment Aemond lingered in between life and death. It would certainly explain such drastic changes, particularly the difference in bearing.

“Tell me, brother…What does absolute, u̷̖͋n̴̹͗f̸̪̄ḁ̷̍ẗ̶̙́ḫ̶̔o̸̼͘m̶̯̒å̸̗ḃ̷̩l̴̛̥ẻ̸͈ power look like to you?”

“...hereby declare that your rightful ruler is Prince Aemond, who will be known through the annals of history as King Aemond Targaryen, First of His Name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms. I and all my heirs henceforth forfeit all rights to the crown.”

If their mother asked him why he seemed to be smiling as their elderly grandfather fell to the ground in shock and needed to be tended to by the maesters, he simply chalked it up to the wine he’d chugged after making his declaration.

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Daemon

It’s no secret that Daemon had always coveted the Iron Throne.

Had it not been for his brother’s refusal to let him marry Rhaenyra, he’d have long secured his future reign and ensured the continued purity of their dragonsblood.

Giving away the crown to his impure runts with that Hightower queen of his is the last thing Daemon would ever allow to happen. Certainly not while he breathed and his dragon still soared high above the clouds.

That was the old Daemon.

Now, he knew better.

After that fateful day when his king gave up his eye as a sacrifice to awaken his own slumbering dragonsblood, Daemon’s mind was opened from the moment he stared into that one remaining eye that blazed with an almost infernal fire that burned any hint of doubt as to whom his allegiance belonged.

As he knelt beneath his new king, the one and only king he would serve until his soul was claimed by death itself, he paid no heed to Rhaenyra’s look of defeat as she too, knelt beneath the steely gaze of Aemond.

When Daemon finally rose, it was as the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard.

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Alicent

From the moment he woke up after that terrible incident all those years ago, Alicent knew that something had irrevocably changed within her sweet boy.

He was no longer the same cherub that dreamed of dragons and knights as he sat on her lap while being read to. The Aemond that had risen from what was almost his own deathbed, and the same one that had now risen to the iron throne…is not the son that she had birthed and raised.

Alicent doesn’t claim to fully understand Valyrians and their oddities, but she knows within her heart of hearts that her son had been the sacrifice needed to awaken whatever spirit or deity that now sat high above mere mortals such as themselves.

Even she knelt, unable to resist the urge to submit as his mere presence upon the throne demanded it.

The Greens have won…but at what cost?

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Aemond

He immediately knows when you appear in the place he’d once deemed his homeland. The subtle yet overwhelming wash of power that spreads across the ends of the world as you appear is more than enough to have his mind in a frenzy.

Finally

You were finally here

He cared not for the barrage of questions directed at him as he left the meeting, much to his small council’s surprise and shock. There is only one thing on his mind as he practically flew towards his mount, needing no verbal orders as she immediately took to the skies with a fierce roar.

Aemond cannot tell how much time he spent in the skies as Vhagar raced towards Dragonstone at a speed unexpected of a dragon her age and easily surpassing those much younger than her. She understood him the most out of anyone in this world, and he couldn’t ask for a better partner.

As they neared the island, he could already taste you on the tip of his tongue as the sheer gravity of your presence beckoned him towards you. Perhaps it was the adrenaline clouding his mind, but he doesn’t think twice as he jumps down from Vhagar at the sight of your unmistakable figure.

Like a beacon shining through the darkest depths, Aemond is but a man dying of thirst as he seems to willingly plummet to what would be the death of an ordinary man, if only to grasp even a sliver of your light.

He is falling, and if this would truly spell his death, he is content that the final thing he sees is your glorious visage that was as beautiful as the day he lost you. A single tear escapes his remaining eye and is lost to the winds as he nears the ground, much to the horror of the denizens of Dragonstone who had gathered around you.

And yet you showed no fear as you met his gaze, and for the first time since he’d returned to his old world, Aemond felt that spark of life, of power within him, burn within his chest. Thousands of memories of battles and idle days with you flash through his mind’s eye of the home you’d allowed him to become a part of after his first disgraceful death.

He would gladly face countless painful deaths and become the blackest stain in his family’s history as long as it meant he’d be able to come back to you.

If you asked him to conquer this world for you, he would gladly present it to you upon a silver platter.

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With his mind too preoccupied, the king fails to notice a dark, gargantuan draconic figure aiming straight towards him, only to be redirected by Vhagar who screeches as she dives to intercept him.

Both dragons are engaged in a fierce battle, much to the awe and fear of the surrounding commonfolk. It was like a battle from the Age of Heroes as these two hulking figures fought with smoldering fire and bats of their powerful wings as they crashed against one another.

When asked about that fateful moment when King Aemond soared down from the skies to meet with his long-lost queen, all those present would agree that it was as if a scene from a mummer’s tale had sprung to life as their taciturn monarch seemingly floated down those last few feet off the ground only to kneel in front of her.

Although they were unable to hear the flow of conversation between them for some odd reason, even a blind man can see the depth of their connection to one another. Especially as he pressed a kiss to the top of her hand, only to receive a much more enthusiastic response as she practically barreled into him in an embrace.

For the first and perhaps even the last time, Aemond allowed himself to publicly display a smile untethered by the weight of a crown. It becomes all too clear to everyone present that, despite how formidable and ruthless he was, their king is also a man yearning for his love.

In many years to come, that exact spot where they stood becomes a site for lovers who wish to gain blessings for their union.

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ooc: i can see it now, CA and BS watching the duos be gross and being like: right in front of my salad????

Anyways now you know we gotta see jealous pv at some point… this is a freak for freak relationship after all

ooc: 😩 UGH BRAIN WORMS OF JELLY PV. Be warned this wasn't exactly planned out and was merely conceptualised while petting my cat. Unlike smilk who's explosive and possessive when jealous pv I feel like would be more gentle but still very possessive.

pv: *panting after leaving the bathroom* ugh.. (HE WAS CATCHING HIS BREATH BECAUSE THE SUDDEN SENSITIVITY SPIKE IS PANIC INDUCING I MUST EMPATHISE THIS)

*returns to the table but sees condensed cream/shadow milk is gone*

Where's condensed cream cookie?..

b: she went to get another cocktail..

pv: ah-..

b: step master pure vanilla cookie are you okay?..

pv: o-oh um! I'm quite alright, do not worry about me, that was merely.. my nerves being high..

b: so..mistress condensed cream cookie had no involvement..?

pv: she did touch my wings yes, but t-that was it (doesn't want to admit to what's basically his bf's/gf's kid that they were being slightly freaky)

I think...that worsened my nerves.. haha.. a pretty woman.. all over me...

.......*flustered so walks away*

b: ....

c: Gross.

b: welcome to your future..

c: UGH!

pv: condensed cream cookie...? *Doesn't even care now more cookies are starting at him because a, he's a king and b, he's a biblically accurate angel*

...condensed cream cookie!.. creamy....?.. hm.. where is sh- oh there she is!

s: one strawberry daiquiri please!

bar tender: alright that'll be 21.95

s: mhm.. hmmm.. where's my *shuffling through her purse*

??? (Drunk): *hic* hey gurll what's a lady like you doin' here?

s: hm?.. uh. Buying a drink..?

???: oooh~ you got money?

s: hm.. I do. Why..? I'm not buying you a drink.

???: *puts hand on her shoulder and holds up a 50 buck bill* I'll buy it for ya!

*slams bill on the counter* you're a real cutie, you deserve to have a man buy drink for ya!

s: uh..huh.....don't touch me....

???: you're a fiesty one haha! C'mon.. Live a little!

s: ... give me a reason to not slap you..

???: oh sure! I'm not trying to be rude! I'm just a little open. I had faarrr too many drinks haha! Sorry gurly.

s: ....thank you for being honest. You are..funny I'll give you that..

???: funny? Oh! Let me entrain you I got some jokes! Okay okay peep this. What did the cookie say to the crumbs?

s: what?

???: glad I'm not you! Hahahaha!

s: pfft that was so stupid!

???: yeaaaaah that's not the best but heyyy you're laughing! Sorry we got off on the wrong foot!

s: it's alright I suppose..

???: oh! Oh here's another! Hmmm.. okay what do you call a cookie that fell in love with another one?

s: what?

???: a BATCH made in oven! Heh!

s: pfft!

???: prrrr *slides up onto her like her DMS, not touching her but close* you and me? *Finger guns*

maybe? We're a batch made in oven?

s: ...i...ha-..

pv: *unexpectedly grips shadow milk's waist, hugging her* ...creamy.. who's this..?

s: ...I don't know..

???: who's that..?

pv: *looks up at the guy with a pouty look, though all the eyes on his hair, wings and halo are glaring this guy revealing his true emotions of anger and jealousy*

...I'm her boyfriend..

???: *the sheer fucking realisation that he was flirting with pure vanilla cookie's girlfriend of all things*

s: *realises pvs jealous*

pv: ... she's.. my princess.. please don't... try to take her away.. is that okay..?.. *grips shadow milk tighter*

???: OH WITCHES. UM. YES YES THAT IS OKAY- *speed walks off because FUCK would it be awkward to be trying to rizz up the king's queen only to find out that she is the queen*

Pv: I'm sorry for scaring your friend bluebird..

s: naaah it's alright! He was a drunken mess anyway~

pv: alright.. *holds her hand, gripping it a little tight*

s: someone's jealous~ you don't like me talking to other guys either do you...

pv: no..i don't.. I'm..sorry if I scared you and I-i'm so sorry for that..incident..

s: don't apologise! You're cute either way~ *pinches his pouty cheeks*

pv: ..haha.... C'mon.... We're in public.

s: can't show my sunshine some love, hm~?

pv: it's just embarassing....heh.. all eyes on us..

s: and we'll give them a show if they really want one!

pv: ...

*kisses her on the lips because jelly and wants everyone to know this is his princess and no one else's*

s: *breaks because that was her first kiss*

....*DID NOT mean this kind of show and was joking*

pv: ...come on dear.. let's go back to our table..*dragging her broken ass back to the table gently via hand holding*

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lalalala514 · 2 years ago

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Yandere HOTD hcs

Aegon ⭢ Aemond

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Aegon II Targaryen (Aegon The Elder)

Aegon Targaryen, second of his name and first born son of king Viserys I and first born child of Queen Alicent. Named after Aegon the first - one of the three conquerors that conquered Westeros. Believed to be the next ruler over the seven kingdoms and that he will one day sit on the iron throne. Growing up Aegon was told he would be the next king after his father, however if he was going to be completely honest he didn’t want it. He didn’t want all of the responsibilities that came with it. But he was told that there was no way of avoiding it, and that he would bear all those responsibilities one day, whether he wants it or not. So he drowned himself in wine, bought so many whores and spend his time with women whether they wanted to or not until he forgets what his future might look like.

After a long day of drinking like there was no tomorrow, he passed out in one of the many hallways of the red keep. That day Aegon gently woke up to the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He remembered how softly she woke him up, how she slowly led him to his room in his own pace and not rushing him, how gentle her hands and words were while changing his clothes and holding his hair back while he threw up. Aegon didn’t know if he had drank too much wine or if he was just losing his mind, but he had never felt so much genuine love in a long time, if ever.

He tiredly watched you afterward as you cleaned up his vomit and picked up his clothes that would later be washed. He couldn’t stop staring at you, not when you were so beautiful.

The morning after he asked Larys Strong for any information he had on the beautiful woman he had seen last night. And when he found out you worked in the reed keep Aegon demanded that you from that day on work as his personal maid, always next to him following orders or in his room cleaning up after him.

He stopped visiting brothels, but still keeps on drinking himself to death in hope that you would come and take care of him which you did. While spending time together he tries his best to get to know you, and of course also telling you things about himself. Sometimes he asked if you want to go and meet or fly on Sunfyre. The more he was with you, the more he fell in love. And now he was sure that it wasn’t the wine, maybe he had a few screws loose, but he definitely loved you.

Aegon would give you everything. From expensive jewelry and clothes to the best food and wine money can buy in the seven kingdoms. He would spoil you and give you a life you never thought was possible for someone like you.

But now Aegon has started to get more possessive and obsessed. Any knight, maid, lord or lady that would stare at you for to long or say anything about you would ether get their nose broken or their throat slit. And if someone dared to say or do anything suggestive towards you would be tortured till death.

Now that he has met you, and found out what Rhaenyra might do to you or his family, he wants to be on the throne- no he needs to be in the throne. And when he is, he has some very special plans for you and him.

Aemond Targaryen (Aemond One-Eye)

Aemond knew that his brother would one day be king, while he would never sit on the iron throne. He knew that his brother would always be seen as someone more important than him. He knew that Aegon would be the next ruler because of his birthright, even if Aegon didn't deserve it or want it and he was more suited. After all, the younger brother was the one who studied philosophy and history, it is he who trains with the sword, who rides the largest dragon in the world. It is he who should be king. But he would never be the next lord of the seven kingdoms and he wouldn’t kill his brother and his children to sit on the throne.

Though there was one thing that he wanted just as badly, if not even more, that he would get in his grasp no matter what.

You were his mother's personal maid, always by her side, in her room or getting something for her. You were young for someone in your position of work, around his age, and it was thanks to your mother. She worked for the Hightowers and took care of Alicent when she was younger, and as thanks Alicent took you in as her personal maid after your mother died.

At first you tried to avoid Aemond as much as you could. He creeped you out. Always staring at you with his one eye, quietly. And he always seemed to be in the same room you were in. When avoiding him didn’t work you just tried to ignore him, but not too long after he started talking to you. You always answered, after all he was a prince and you could lose your job if you didn’t. Although you tried to keep the conversations short.

Aemond noticed your strange behavior, but didn’t know what to do. So, he asked his mother to move your position from the queen's personal maid to his personal maid. At first she was hesitant, though Aemond never asked for much and always well behaved so she did as he had asked.

Now, you would have no way of escaping Aemond’s love.

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