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vsnyarbll · 2 years

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the crown

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader x Aegon II Targaryen

words: 4.566

summary: Y/N's lovers stole Aegon the Conqueror's crown for her. And they have plans for the night.

warnings: incest, 18+, SMUT (dom!aemond, threesome, sub!reader, fingering, cum play, penetration, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talk, orgasm denial)

a/n: Sorry for any mistakes. English is not my native language. / This one is the first smut I've ever written. You have been warned. MDNI

"I can't believe what you said to Lady Lannister!" said Baela, unable to contain her laughter.

"Keep your voice down, Baela." Y/N said, laughing.

"What was funny was Lord Lannister's expression. Did you see that, love? I think he wasn't facing you," said Jace, shaking Baela's arm.

"I didn’t see it! How could I miss it?!"

“When we get to our chambers, I'll make an impression of him for you.”

"Shut up, both of you." She was afraid that her mother or one of her aides would overhear them. Her known disagreement with the Lords had always been a problem for her.

Their walk down the hallway was a little shaky. They were all almost drunk except Y/N. It had been a long, tiring day. They had gotten up early in the morning and gone dragon riding, and the afternoon had been all about celebrating the king's name day.

Y/N usually liked to get drunk. She enjoyed forgetting all her duties and responsibilities for a moment. But she didn't want to deal with a morning headache on top of a busy day.

Everyone had a great time at the celebration. But at the end of the evening, the lady said some unpleasant things about Prince Aemond. First, she criticized the desserts served at the celebration. Then how the traditions of the Targaryens don't fit in Westeros. Y/N didn't remember much of what she said next. But she remembered that Lady Lannister told her that Aemond was a monster who needed to be in the dungeons and said she felt very sorry for Y/N. What she'd said about Aemond had been enough to make her blood boil. She didn't need to remember how she had humiliated her family to lash out at her.

"Jace! I promised Grandma I'd stop by her room," said Baela.

"Where was her chambers?" he asked and held out his arm for her to take. "I don't know,” she said, taking his arm.

Y/N wanted to bang her head against the walls. They were standing in front of their grandmother's chambers. She was never this fool like them when she was drunk.

Right?

"We're in front of her chambers," Y/N said, rolling her eyes.

"Oh, Jace! My love! Look, there's her chambers." She left Jace and walked towards the door.

"Do you have to go?" Jace said with tears in his eyes. Y/N held herself back from rolling her eyes again.

"I promise I'll be in our room in five minutes."

Jace grabbed Baela tightly around the waist and pulled her to him. "You promised, my beautiful wife."

"Yes, but I need to know what I promised,” she said in a flirtatious voice.

"I'd be happy to give you a little rundown," Jace said and pressed his lips to hers. As they kissed, Jace's hand slid down to her lower back.

Y/N saw things escalating and grabbed her brother's arm and pulled. "We're leaving, Jace. Come on."

"I'm going to tell my mother!"

"Tell her what?! That Y/N stopped us from having sex in the hallway?"

Jace took a deep breath and turned to his wife. "My love. I'll be ready when you get back to our room."

"Jace!"

Baela ignored Y/N's protests and pulled Jace to her, bringing her lips to his. "Come on, leave Y/N in her chambers, darling, and I'll keep my conversation with my grandmother as brief as I can. i will be in our chambers in five minutes.”

Jace nodded reluctantly and offered his arm to Y/N, who took it. Just as they were about to continue on their way, Rhaena came up from behind, panting. "I still haven't gotten over tonight's perfection. Someone had to put that woman in her place."

"Can you shut up about this subject? All of you. If my mother finds out, it'll be the last time you see me."

"Y/N, I can't believe you're still tense. When was the last time you and Aemond made love?"

"Don't wake the dragon Rhaena," she said, mocking the sentence.

"Oh, I'm sure the dragon in you is awake. The question is, is Aemond's dragon awake?"

"Rhaena, you are supposed to be the good one among us!" They all laughed.

Y/N and Aemond's chambers were the closest ones to them in the hallway.

Rhaena, Jace, and Y/N continued walking down the hall arm in arm. "Good night, Y/N," he said as they came to the door of her chambers. "Good night Jace." they hugged each other briefly.

"I'm sure Jace will have a good night," said Rhaena. Y/N laughed to her respond and went into her chambers.

Y/N was surprised at the state of mind that alcohol had put Rhaena. She usually had a shy nature. Rhaena would never start a conversation unless someone spoke to her. Y/N liked that alcohol made her so outspoken.

xxx

It had been a long day, and she finally had the peace of being alone. She couldn't wait to get into bed and snuggle up to her husband. The last time she saw her husband was in the middle of the day. Then Prince Daemon called all the men and told them they had something important to do.

Since then, no one had seen any of the men in the family except Jace, who insisted on staying by Baela's side.

She felt her insides fill with longing for Aemond.

She moved further into the room, eager to get rid of her heavy jewelry and dress as soon as possible.

She had just taken a few steps away from the door when someone knocked. "Princess, I have come to prepare you for sleep," the maid said from behind the door.

"I will prepare myself tonight, Lola. You may go."

"As you wish, Princess."

"Good night, Lola. Dream of me," said Y/N with a smile.

"Good night, Princess."

Y/N walked to the vanity table. She reached up to her right ear and slowly removed the earring.

"Hello, wife."

She was startled by the unexpected sound but did not show it.

As she placed the earring in one of the boxes on the table, she replied. "Hello, husband." Her back was to Aemond.

She hadn't seen him when she entered the room. In her head, she briefly weighed where he might be when she entered the room. "Where were you when I entered the room?"

"I was on the couch, but I think you were too distracted to notice."

She nodded her head. Lord Lannister wasn't the only thought that troubled him. He was the least of her worries.

"Good evening, Y/N."

She sighed deeply at the second voice. Y/N could barely manage one of her lovers. And now they were both in the room.

"Aegon, I am too tired to do anything."

"I didn't say anything!"

"I could tell by your tone."

Aegon and Aemond looked at each other shortly.

Y/N put her other earring in the box. Then she reached for the necklace that matched her earrings. She put it next to the earrings and closed the box.

"We have a surprise for you. And I'm sure it will change your mind," Aegon said.

Y/N could hear the grin in his voice. "You finally convinced Cregan Stark to join us?

Aegon gave a fake laugh. "It wasn't funny the first time you said it. It's still not funny. "

"I think it's hilarious.”

"We will make you regret this whole Cregan Stark thing tonight. Maybe then you'll realize it's not funny."

"There will be no such thing as tonight, Aegon."

"I guess we will make you chew your own words too."

Y/N could hear her lovers whispering amongst themselves as she pulled the hairpins out of her hair. Her silver-gold, wavy hair fell over her shoulders.

Aemond kept his eyes on her as he spoke to Aegon, not wanting to miss any of her movements.

"Y/N, we stole something for you."

"You stole? What could you have stolen?" she said as she turned around. Why would a prince need to steal something?

Aegon grinned and raised the item in his hand a little higher. Y/N froze at the sight of Aegon holding a crown.

"You steal a crown?"

"It's not just any crown, Y/N. It's King Aegon's crown," said Aegon.

“I know. I'm the one who told you this crown was Aegon's.”

Aegon narrowed his eyes and looked at her with mock anger. “We had to pass a lot of guards to get into the crown room. Please, let's make this night worth it.”

Y/N walked towards her lover. She ran her fingers over the crown. The steel was cold, but it felt like it was burning her fingers.

The crown was more than just an object. It symbolized the most critical power in the world. Both Y/N and Aemond were aware of it.

Aemond had never seen Y/N with a crown on her head.

His greatest wish was to see her with a crown sitting on The Iron Throne.

Together they were the perfect couple. They both wanted power and each other more than anything else in the whole world.

On the other side, Aegon balanced them. He didn't want power or the throne. He just wanted to live out his days in Y/N's arms.

Aemond took the crown from Aegon's hand and carefully placed it on Y/N's head.

"It's going to be a great night," Aemond said. He reached up and kissed her forehead. "But if you drop the crown, we will end the night, and you will sleep like that, all needy."

Y/N wanted to squeeze her legs at that very moment. Aemond's words, especially the way he said them, had already made her ears burn with need.

Aemond took Y/N by the arm and brought her in front of the mirror. "Look at yourself, Y/N." He came close behind her until there was no distance between them.

Aemond pulled her hair aside, exposing her neck, and began to kiss the pale skin.

Y/N gasped when she felt Aemond's lips on her neck. "You look so powerful," he said and continued to place wet kisses on her neck. "Yet you need my permission to do the slightest thing.” He started running his hands along her arms. "Imagine a queen ordering people around,” This time, his hands went to the neckline of her dress, tugging at it as much as possible. Her shoulders and the tops of her breasts were exposed. "ruling a kingdom," He leaned close to her ear, making sure his breath touched her ear as he spoke. "subduing all the impudent lords." He put a sly smile on his lips. "But she can't even cum without her husband's permission.”

She gasped at his words.

Aegon was bored with the lack of attention he was getting.

And also, there had been an uncomfortable hardness in his trousers ever since they stole the crown.

He, like Aemond, longed to see Y/N with a crown on her head. He didn't care about the concept of power, but the thought that his lover had that power was exciting for him.

Her ascension to the throne was a big dream of his. Returning to their chambers, he imagined her on the Iron Throne and almost came in his pants.

Aegon took her by the arm and pulled her to the center of the room again. "I missed you so much," he said as he buried his nose in her neck. He inhaled her scent as if he wanted to fill his lungs with the scent.

Aegon's breaths tickled her neck. She giggled and said, "You only saw me this morning."

"We did more than seeing each other." Aegon's voice muffled in her neck.

Aemond snorted and turned her toward him. "It's my turn now, then."

Aegon moved dangerously close to her from behind and protested against Aemond. "You left her to go to sword training. Someone had to take care of your wife's needs."

"Unlike you, with all the sword training, I'll be able to protect her."

"Against what exactly? Dragons?” He said, referring to the nonsense fairy tales they grew up listening to sleep. They never understood why a knight had to protect a princess from a dragon. Y/N had always thought the princess could defend herself with her dragon. On the other hand, Aemond argued that an insignificant knight could not kill a dragon. He was right. He knew he was right. But he couldn't defend his idea too much because his brother Aegon had said he had no right to comment on such a thing. After all, he didn't have a dragon. At the end of that day, Y/N punched Aegon. She said he would stop all this nonsense, or she would cut out his tongue.

Surprisingly, the two brothers were on good terms after that day.

"That's why nobody loves you, Aegon."

“Did I say something wrong?”

Y/N turned around again. She held Aegon's face tightly. She knew how sensitive this was for Aegon.

He hadn't been loved or respected by his family. In everyone's eyes, he was a drunk, useless person.

Y/N didn't understand how people hated Aegon. He was a sensitive and gentle soul. But the people around him had forced him to be someone else. "I don't hate you, my love."

Aegon averted his eyes, and she tilted her head, trying to catch his gaze. "Neither does Aemond.”

Aemond reached out to either side of Y/N and took hold of Aegon's arms. "I don't hate you, Aegon.”

Aegon spoke, trying to hide his smile. “We'd better get to work before someone notices the absence of the crown.”

Y/N lifted her head and tried to reach Aegon's lips.

Aegon immediately granted her request. His kisses were calm and loving at first. But neither Aegon's soft kisses nor Aemond's hands on her waist were enough for her.

Y/N brought her hand to the front of his pants and pressed her hand against the hardness. Aegon was relieved to get some reaction, finally.

He put his hands on her cheeks and pressed his lips to her even harder.

Aemond started untying the strings at the back of her dress.

After loosening the last line of the dress's back, he ran his fingers up her spine without removing the dress. She shivered at the sudden sensation.

Aegon moved his lips to her neck, and Aemond pulled the sleeves of the dress away from her.

She was holding the front of her dress so it wouldn't fall. Aemond began planting kisses on her back and shoulders. The lips and tongues of her lovers running along her body made her feel so tense.

Aegon broke their kiss. He took her hands and interlocked their fingers.

The silk dress that hugged her soft skin slid down her body. Aegon studied her body with interest and hungry eyes as if seeing her for the first time.

Aemond pressed his hardness against her now naked arse.

Y/N's breath caught in her throat. He turned her to him and began to kiss her, attacking her lips.

Wasting no time, he rolled his tongue into her mouth. He squeezed her breast with his right hand as he swirled his tongue around hers.

He put his other hand on her waist to support her. Y/N wrapped her hands around Aemond's neck and tangled her fingers in his long hair.

He brought his hand on her breast to her nipple.

At first, he started to draw small circles on the nipple. Then, when he didn't get a response, he pinched it hard. Y/N moaned into his mouth.

From the corner of his eye, he looked at Aegon, whose presence in the room he had briefly forgotten. He had taken off his jacket and thrown it on the couch and was struggling to unbutton his shirt.

Aemond immediately parted his lips from hers. "Keep your clothes on. Tonight only she will be naked."

Y/N couldn't stop her body from trembling with desire. She pressed herself against Aemond's erection.

She was excited because of the idea that she was the only one of them naked. Aemond and Aegon smirked simultaneously.

"Y/N, sometimes I think you're a whore worthy of a brothel," he said and started buttoning his shirt. "And most of the time, you confirm it.”

Y/N snuggled up to Aemond. He started stroking her back and lowered his hand slowly.

"Lay down on the bed, Aegon."

Aegon did what he said.

Aemond walked towards him, still holding Y/N tightly. "Pull down your pants."

The other two watched as Aegon unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. When he pulled his pants down to mid-thigh, Aemond stopped him again. "Just pull it down enough."

"What do you want from me, Aemond?! I will die of frustration."

Without saying anything, Aemond began to run his hand over Y/N's stomach.

Then he gradually lowered his hand.

He ran his hand over her folds, but he still wasn't giving her the touch she wanted.

Y/N held on to his arm tightly.

"Do you think my brother deserves your cunt, Y/N?"

"Yes, yes! Please."

"Hmm, I think he was going well until just now."

He slid his long fingers between her folds. He slid his fingers up and down a few times. Finally, he pressed two fingers against her clit. She moaned softly and clung even tighter to his arm. "I'll let you fuck her if you don't touch yourself until I say so."

Aegon sighed at the sight in front of him. It was an almost impossible task, but he wanted to fuck her more than anything.

He nodded his head.

"Please do something, Aemond," she begged desperately.

He started circling her clit.

At first, he didn't apply too much pressure. When she got used to the stimulation, he increased the pressure.

Y/N could no longer hold back her moans. She felt herself getting closer and closer to cumming.

She felt like every part of her body was on fire.

"Are you close, my love?"

"Yes, I am so close. Don't stop." Her voice trembled with the need to reach her climax.

Then suddenly, Aemond stopped the movement of his fingers. Y/N made a strangled noise. "Why did you stop?!"

”It's Aegon's turn now, my dear. Get on top of him”

She did not want to leave Aemond's warm arms, but she also wanted to be with Aegon.

Y/N climbed on top of Aegon and sat on his legs. She ran her fingers over Aegon's cock.

She started drawing circles on the tip with her thumb. Aegon's cock throbbed with need. He lifted his hips, thrust himself into her hand, and moaned, wanting more.

“Don't tease him, wife.”

Aemond didn't need to say it twice. Y/N was already eager to fulfill his wishes.

She stroked Aegon's cock a few times. Then put her knees on either side of his legs and straightened up on her knees.

She placed his cock at her entrance and slowly began to sit on it.

They both moaned with relief.

Aegon's breathing quickened as she took all of him inside her.

Y/N felt his cock touch that spot inside her that almost made her lose her mind. No one but the two of them could have been so in tune with her and fucked her as well as they did.

Aemond pressed his body against Y/N's from her left side. The rough fabric of his suit almost stung her sensitive skin.

“Fuck yourself with his cock.”

Aemond's tone of voice was different in such moments. His voice would become more dominant with the feelings of desire. It was one of Y/N's favorite things to hear on nights like this, and another was Aegon's whimpers and moans.

She started bouncing on Aegon’s length. But even though she tried to speed up as she could, she was still too slow.

Aemond tsked from her side. “I know you can do better. Look at poor Aegon. You torment him.”

Y/N tried to pick up the pace, driven by the instinct not to disappoint Aemond. But all three knew Y/N wouldn’t make herself or Aegon cum without help.

“When you take one of our cocks inside, you lose all your functions.”

Y/N moaned in response to Aemond's words.

Aegon placed his hands on her thighs and squeezed hard. Her skin was already red, and she was sure that if he kept holding her thighs so hard, there would be bruises in the shape of Aegon's fingers.

She was already close to her climax. Aegon was no different from her. Aegon would have lasted much longer on a casual day, but seeing Y/N with a crown pushed him to his limits.

He could no longer resist her bouncing breasts. Aegon reached out and squeezed them. Y/N moaned loudly in response, and her walls tightened around him.

He knew she was on the edge of her climax. Whenever she was close, her walls became, in Aegon's words, 'delicious'.

Aegon looked at Aemond. He understood what he meant. "Are you close, my little dragon?"

"Yes, Aemond. Please!”

“Beg properly.”

“Please-“ Her words caught in her throat as Aegon lifted his hips and started pounding. “Please let me cum.”

“Good girl. You can cum after Aegon does.”

Aegon let go of her breasts and pinched her nipples.

Y/N threw her head back under the weight of the pleasure she felt.

And then the last thing she wanted to happen to her that night happened.

The crown slipped from her and fell on Aegon's legs.

Aemond stopped her movement completely. He pressed her hips against Aegon to prevent even the slightest movement.

Y/N slowly opened her eyes.

Aegon was frustrated that everything had stopped a few moves before he cum.

Aemond was looking at her with his usual expression. No one could ever tell from his facial expressions what he was thinking.

He lifted her off Aegon and sat her on the bed next to him. Her legs were aching with every movement.

“I told you if you dropped the crown, you'd go to bed needy.”

Y/N felt helpless under the weight of having her orgasm taken away for the second time that night.

Her eyes filled with tears.

But at the same time, it felt so good to feel Aemond's power over her. He was the one who decided when she would or would not have an orgasm.

“I'm sorry."

“You're lucky you're so pretty. Maybe I'll change my mind by the end of the night.”

“Thank you, Aemond."

“Good girl. You know when to say thank you.”

She nodded. Aemond felt weak at her submissiveness.

It was a perfect fit. Y/N was a perfect match for him.

“And what about me?” asked Aegon.

Aemond thought for a while, planning the rest of the night. “Get on your knees, Y/N.”

Y/N immediately got out of bed. She moved in front of Aemond and got on her knees.

“You know what to do.”

Y/N pulled Aemond's cock out. The tip was dark pink with need and dripping precum. She almost drooled at that sight.

She pumped his cock several times with her right hand. Then she brought her lips close to the tip. Y/N knew Aemond was an impatient man, and she didn't want to keep him waiting.

He moaned as she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock. The slightly salty taste of precum made her squeeze her thighs.

Slowly she began to take more and more of him into her mouth.

When his tip touched the back of her throat, she stopped and began to move back and forth along its length. She used her hand for the part she couldn't put in her mouth.

Aemond was not pleased that Y/N refrained from gagging. He tangled his fingers in her hair and began to push his cock slowly down her throat. She rested her hands on his thighs for support.

Aemond moaned again as she gagged around him. His cock brushed the back of her throat a few more times, and her eyes watered.

Aegon stood up and came over to them. He wrapped his right hand around his cock, trying to reach his orgasm. "You're perfect for us," said Aegon.

Aemond pulled his cock out of her mouth, stepped back, and began to try to empty himself with his hand.

Y/N sat on her knees at their feet, looking at them through her eyelashes. Her cheeks were wet with tears, drool running down her lips to her chin.

The sight alone was enough to make them both come on the spot.

Aegon was the first to cum on her breasts, and it was not long before Aemond followed.

Aemond walked to the bathroom as Aegon leaned over her. He took as much of the seed from her breast as he could with two fingers and brought it to her lips.

She immediately parted her lips and began to suck her lovers's seed from Aegon's fingers. She began to bob her head as she ran her tongue around his fingers.

Aemond came back from the bathroom with a towel.

Aegon removed his fingers from her mouth and let Aemond take his place. He wiped over her breasts, then took her arm and pulled her to her feet.

Y/N sat on the bed and waited for her lovers to change.

They both changed into their night clothes and sat on either side of her.

"I was good. I've done everything you asked me to do."

"What do you want, little dragon?"

"Please make me cum."

"Lay down on the bed."

Y/N did as Aemond told her and lay down on the bed. Aemond settled on her right side and Aegon on her left.

Aemond put his hand to her folds. He growled when he felt how wet she was. "You are so wet for us."

"Of course she is. You know how much she likes to suck our cocks."

Aemond slipped his two fingers inside her and played with her sweet spot. Y/N, still aroused from before, instantly turned into a moaning mess.

Aegon pressed his lips to hers and began to kiss her. With his left hand, he began to knead her breast. "Our whore," he said against her lips.

Y/N arched her back as Aemond began to play with her clit.

She reached the edge of her orgasm when Aegon lightly bit her where her neck met her shoulder.

"Aemond, I'm close," she said breathlessly.

Aemond drew a few more circles on her clit and withdrew his fingers. Aegon saw Aemond's hand stop moving, and he moved his lips and his hand away from her body.

Y/N looked at Aemond with red cheeks and tears in her eyes. "But you said I will cum."

“No, I said maybe I could change my mind. But when you dropped the crown and disobeyed me, you should have known the night would end this way.”

“Aemond, I'll do anything. Please.”

"All your orgasms belong to me. When you cum, you cum for us, not for yourself."

Y/N swallowed.

"Let's go to sleep now," Aemond said.

She turned to her other side and looked at Aegon.

"I'm sorry. You heard Aemond."

A tear fell from Y/N's left eye.

Aemond reached for the bedspread and covered the three of them.

Aegon took Y/N in his arms. Aemond hugged her from behind.

"Stop squirming and go to sleep, Y/N," said Aemond.

Y/N buried her head in Aegon's neck.

She fell asleep, trying to ignore the ache between her legs.

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crownedtargaryen · 2 years

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Headcanons for Your First Time With Aemond, Aegon, Jacerys, Bran, Robb and Podrick

A/N : I’ve never written a headcanons post before so I have no real promises this will be any good. Please feel free to go to my ask box and recommend some ideas!

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18+ NSFW content

Aegon

Without hesitation I can tell you this man is a switch

He would definitely start off harsh

He’d immediately go to tear your clothes off like you’re a whore h’s bought from a brothel

He looks at you like you’re a fresh piece of meat and he’s been starved for ages, absolutely craving every inch of your skin

You push him back and he’ll stare at you in shock, but then calm down

I’m assuming since you’re reading his you have a “i can fix him” mentality, so you’ve fixed him in this

he feels guilty at first, but you reassure him it’s alright and to be gentle, that you’ve never done this before

at you admitting he’s your first, he starts to rile up again, but is obviously swallowing it down

he’ll lift your dress and slip his hand beneath your undone corset, kissing over that fragile neck and leaving the filthiest bites on your skin

”You’re mine” he’ll demand against your earlobe “And I’ll make sure the whole castle knows that by the end of this.”

He’ll slip his fingers in, working your insides hesitantly. He’s not used to pleasuring someone else, more doing all this for his own pleasure

His movements are sloppy and reckless, but it feels good either way

It’s almost awkward, he stares at you at moments, trying to see if you’re feeling good

eventually you have to take charge of the situation, pushing him onto the sheets and working your way around his body

putting his dick in your mouth, watching as he whines and bucks his hips while panting like a dog in heat

you slip him in, your head tilting back. He mewls in pleasure, sitting up and guiding your hips, you stop him and tell him it hurts.

he listens, something you wouldn’t expect. You smile, petting his white hair and then locking lips with his, your bodies smothering each other as you ride him

you both are noisy, and he starts getting rougher with you, but you don’t seem to mind.

by the end of it all, he’s fucking you senseless until you’re on the verge of losing yourself, making a mess all over him as he does inside of you.

as for aftercare, he knows nothing of such. He merely gets up, wipes himself off, then lays with you and lets you cuddle close as he strokes your hair

honestly, the sex was good but he doesn’t seem to be educated enough. It’ll take a lot of it to get him perfect. ;)

Aemond

He’s a top and would NEVER let you overpower him

The entire experience is like a power trip, he tells you over and over that he owns you, and you believe it

but it took forever to even get him into bed

you’ve been set to wed for quite a while, but he’s so focused on the war and everything else that he won’t pay you ANY attention

and you HATE it

so, when the wedding comes around, you specifically request a bedding ceremony, which pleases his mother after some hesitation

at first he weirdly hesitates in touching you, instead he commands you strip in front of him.

as your corset and gown drop, a sly smile comes to his face as he licks his lips at the sight of your figure

he’ll move over and run his fingers down your stomach and to your lower lips, rubbing in a circle

where he learned this? God knows, but it feels so good you can’t dwell

your legs turn to jelly as he slowly strips himself from his garb, smacking your hand away when you attempt to assist

he’ll lower you on the bed with one arm, kissing down your collar bone and chest, licking over your nipples

”You’re gorgeous,” he’ll whisper in a deep and lustful voice. “All of this is mine.”

he’ll then push inside you without warning, stilling and looking into your eyes forcefully, his eye patch still on

”Isn’t that right.” He’ll growl, thrusting unto you with slow and rough smacks of his waist to your inner thigh

”Come on, baby” he’ll coo, holding your hands down and smiling so sly

”say it.”

you swallow hard then can’t utter any words, it feels amazing, like you were made for this very moment

he slows to a stop and chuckles at your whimpers, shuffling ur hips

”Say. It.”

“I’m yours” you’ll whimper, his smile growing. “I’m yours and yours alone, Aemond.”

You reach up to take his eyepatch off and he flinches, catching you off guard

”I don’t want to scare you,” he suddenly says, making you flush and smile.

”You’re perfect, a scar couldn’t scare me.”

He hesitantly let’s you take off the patch, his sapphire eye now visible. You hold his face and kiss the scar, feeling him twitch inside you at such a gesture.

He starts moving in and out, panting and letting out low grunts but not loud enough for it to trail outside of the room

He’ll grow into a pounding, enjoying pulling your hair and flipping you around like you’re a play thing

He’d degrade you, mixing them with praises and leave red hand prints from smacking your ass and thighs

He’d go for about 2-3 rounds before finishing up inside, and making sure you finished as well.

He’ll then clean you up with extra cloth and even give your cunt a few licks, then kiss you and make you taste both of your juices and the love you made.

then, he’ll arrange a bath and take it with you, not caring to clean up the mess on the sheets, urging a servant to do it for him as he holds you close in the water and says nothing

just rubbing your thigh and kissing over your shoulder with relaxed breathing as you wash his hair and face with peppered kisses between each other

Jacerys

A top. For sure.

he definitely likes to take control after you think you are, another power trip but much gentler

hes also like Aemond with he doesn’t do anything sexual until the bedding ceremony

but not because he’s too busy for you, oh no he’s made SO much time for you

he just has fun doing romantics rather than sexual things with you

every day is a new adventure, you almost forget your desires

but once the bedding ceremony starts, he’s got his hands on you in ways you didn’t think were possible

of course, he starts off slow, taking you from your garb without any haste

he looks at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, but doesn’t seem all that interested in your body

no, he loves that pretty face of yours

he loves the expressions it makes, the noises that come out of those beautiful parted lips

he loves it with so much of his being that he’ll do anything to see those faces

so, he picks you up with a heated kiss and places you against the wall, looking to you eagerly as his kisses trail down. He keeps you up with just those strong arms on your legs

he loves how surprised you get when he places your thighs on his shoulders

oh he definitely knows his way with his tongue too

he’ll know all the right places, looking up to you as his tongue dances on your cunt and inside

he smiles, you can feel it in those lower lips of yours, when you tilt your head back and say his name

he LOVES it when you say his full name

not Jace, but Jacerys

he removes himself just before you can finish, kissing you and making you taste yourself on his tongue

he’ll place you on the bed so gently, his hands feeling over your waist and a giddy grin spread on his face

”You’re all mine,” he’ll whisper, raising a brow. “I want you to remember that. My wife, the barer of my beautiful children.”

unlike Aemond, he sticks to praises and loving terms

”Love” “Beautiful” “Pretty” “My goddess”

and you definitely feel like a goddess

he doesn’t insert just yet, rubbing it on the base of your lower lips and slit

he teases you, but not in painful way

you softly beg him

he loves it, he loves when you speak. Your voice is like honey to him, he wants to eat it up and drown in that beautiful tongue of yours

”Since you asked so nicely, Princess” he’d tease, shoving inside of you before running still and gentle

he def moves his hand down to work the clit. No questions asked.

he’ll kiss you only a few times, not wanting to silence you

he’d work you well. Slow at first, then a steady rhythm. Not too fast, but not insanely slow

he’d leave marks on your chest, in places only he can see

and when you’re done, he’d bury deep inside and let it out

as for aftercare, he’d pick you up once he’s recovered and whisper about how amazing you did

he’d clean you up and see to it you’re bathed. He doesn’t mind being sweaty and heated, so he doesn’t get in the bath with you

no, he instead bathes you like a servant

he’s so gentle with his touch, it almost feels ludicrous

then, he dries you off and takes one last moment to admire your beauty

then, he dresses you. He doesn’t let you do it yourself

he has trouble with it at first, even if it’s just a night garb

But once he’s got you clothed, he’ll take you back to the bedroom and get the sheets changed before holding you close and drifting to sleep after you

Podrick

hear me out, a soft switch

he LIVES to please you

Definitely has mommy issues and a mommy kink

since he isn’t of royalty he’d probably act on his desires when you show interest

he’d definitely only do it when you want to, but that doesn’t stop his tempting gaze

he finds you gorgeous, eyeing you down and smirking slightly to himself as he thinks the nastiest thoughts of you

and oh you love it. So much.

When you finally admit your desires, he’ll ask if he can kiss you

he seems shy at first, gentle with his hands and movements

then, you show eagerness and desire. It drives him crazy

he’ll open your legs and work your cunt with his tongue

he loves. LOVES. When you scream and shake

he’ll pet your thighs and pump his tongue in and out at a steady pace while sucking on your folds and clit

he’d have to hold your legs down as you cum in his mouth, and he loves it

he’d try to get up and leave for a moment, but you stop him and plead for him to lose himself with you

he’s SO hesitant, but then strips from his clothes and gets on top of you

as he’s on top of you he’d softly go “Are you sure?” And wait patiently for your consent

when given, he’ll push in, and the sigh he lets out as his eyes roll back is mesmerizing

he’ll bite his lip, hard, and move slowly in and out, groaning and looking in your eyes, loving the sight of you

your faltering expression gives him confidence as he presses his hand on your clit and works it as he quickens his pace, making you roll your eyes back as well

he’d be too nervous to kiss you, just working you like he’s don’t this a million times over.

he’d cradle you after he busts outside, and finger you until you softly plea him to stop.

he’ll wipe you off and clean himself off, not thinking of bathing, just holding you close and not wanting to lose this moment.

he’ll leave soft marks on your shoulders and chest, obsessed with your breasts, and admire you with so much love

”I love you” he’ll whisper “I hope I can marry you soon.”

Bran

A bottom. I will not take criticism.

he doesn’t know where the clit is, and it’s not necessarily a bad thing. He’s just too inexperienced

When you first present the idea of exploration into sexual territory, he’s hesitant

he’ll look at you with a “me? You want to try with ME?”

When you insist that you want him, he’d flush and kind of pull away

when you ask why he’s so scared, he tells you “I’ve never tried anything like that before.” And then look at you, so lovingly and worrisome “I’m not even sure if *it* works.”

his eyes will widen when you say “There’s only one way to find out.” And he nods then verbalizes consent to trying.

He’s shaking as you help him lay comfortably on the bed, his eyes trailing you. He loves when you tease him.

you sit on his lap and roll your hips as your garb is stripped, and he eagerly reaches for you, but you stop him. He obeys, looking at you with pleading and innocent eyes

his eyes start on only your face, then his thoughts best him. He looks lower, eyeing your chest and sighing, a new hardness under his clothes. Then lower, and he lets out what almost sounds like a pitiful whimper

you’re flushed at his reactions, taking his hand as his gaze snaps to your face with a guilty look. You move his hand and guide it to your clit, where his breath hitches at the wetness below.

”Rub in circles, Bran,” you’ll whisper, watching as he swallows hard and licks his lips as he works you insanely well, surprising you. You whine and moan softly, his eyes blowing wide and his cheeks blood red.

he LOVVVES your noises holy shit

and he adores the way your breasts bounce as he pleases you

he would be fine doing this and only this the entire time, but is surprised when you move his fingers to your entrance and adjust them, then push them in.

he keeps them still, then you guide them in and out, his eyes going to your face as you sigh and groan. He moves faster, picking up the movement amazingly.

As you strip him from his clothes, he looks adorable while he’s flustered. Shuffling and eyeing your chest once more then your face.

he does NOT know where to look

you’ll reveal his cock, and it’s big. Much bigger than you expected on a man, it’s stands up straight and eager, twitching slightly. He looks HUMILIATED.

you reassure him, moving to his side and holding his head to your chest, he kisses over your breasts and groans, moving and licking over your nipples. He LOVVVVES this.

you jerk him off, seeing if he feels it. And oh he definitely does.

he grabs you, shuffling and moaning under his breath, it almost doesn’t make you wanna stop

but you steady to a stop and ride him, his eyes rolling back and his breathing heavy and uneven. He holds your waist, moaning your name over and over as you hold his arms and tilt your head back. He sits up all the way and kisses you

he loves how your lips taste, groaning against your mouth and even moving into a sloppy make out to muffle his pathetic whimpers.

he softly tells you he thinks he’s about to burst from the inside and you tell him it’s you being close to cumming. He doesn’t even think about it and without warning bursts inside of you.

hes definitely apologetic after the high wears down, but you shush him and cuddle close, not caring about a cleanup. You just want to be close to him, and he wants the same.

Robb

He’s a hard read, but I feel like he’d top you after being a bit unsure about his place in the bedroom

he’d definitely know where the clit is. I take no criticism.

he’d do it whenever you seem to show a lot of interest in it, and would sacrifice anything to keep you as his

he starts off slow, getting excited at just the sight of the garb sliding down your shoulders

his eyes are EVERYWHERE. At first, your face, in need to feel like he isn’t disrespecting you somehow, but once he sees your body he’s done for

he loves when you pull his hair, especially when you kiss him.

he’d finger you until you can’t function, smiling so wide at just the sight of your desires

he’d never push you into anything, just kissing down your body and leaving love bites all along your skin

he’s OBSESSED with the way your body follows his hands, and how you lean into him with such desire

he’s definitely a doggy style type of boy

dont get me wrong, he LOVES looking at your expressions, but he loves pulling your hair and seeing the way your back arches

he’d start off slow, rolling his hips in a gentle and easy rhythm, but when it’s not enough for you he hastily pounds you into the bed

he’ll bite. 100% he bites you and will whisper “Such a good girl, my pretty little thing… You’re all mine.” And would grip your ass, groaning softly in your ear

no hesitation or apologies, he cums inside and ENSURES you’re over your limit before he’s done

he’d take such good care of you. Washing you off, kissing the sore spots, massaging you, he’d even offer to give you some… “after treatment” with his mouth ;)

def eats you out after too, after he washes you off he goes for another round but only for your pleasure, letting your ride his face

he’ll then wipe you down and pepper you with kisses, dressing you and refusing to let you help

he’d then cuddle you so close, promising to love you forever and that he’d never let anyone hurt you, refusing to sleep until you’re sound asleep and he knows you’re safe.

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THE DRAGON OF THE NORTH

Chapter 1: A New Life

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(a/n) hello! I decided to restart my “Ice and Fire” fanfaction because I have so much more ideas for a better story :) even though it’s discontinued, if you would like to check it out here’s the masterlist! I hope you guys will enjoy this one 🤍 I’m working on the masterlist for this series right now!

UPDATED VERSION OF THIS CHAPTER IS ON WATTPAD

https://www.wattpad.com/1439910833-dragon-of-the-north-b-stark-𝐢-a-new-life

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°❆⋆Bran Stark x Targaryen OC .ೃ࿔*:･ CW: fem!oc, betrothal (forced marriage), topics of abuse and racism, angst, a lot of fluff, smut (I’ll try lol), and murder.꙳·❅°*˖ Rating: Mature audiences - The mature moments will happen later on. In the beginning, it will mostly just be cute fluff.⋆⁺₊❅.

Why must the gods be so cruel to me? What could I have possibly done to deserve this life? To be sold off like a slave by my own flesh and blood…I’ll never forgive Viserys. Without Dany, I am alone. Without love. I want to go home. But…where do I belong? The summer isles? No, that can’t be my true home, I never had the chance to live there. Do I belong anywhere?

Daughter of the mad king’s younger brother. Rhaella never knew her mother. She died after giving birth in the Summer Isles, killed by assassins under the command of the new king, Robert Baratheon. When he found out Rhaella’s mother was pregnant, he wanted both of them dead. Rhaella was smuggled out of the isles and sent to her cousins, the last Targaryens.

“I know you’re upset,” Lord Eddard Stark said, placing his hand on top of hers.“But please, believe me when I say this. I will never let anyone harm you. You are under my protection now.”

Rhaella gave him a weak smile back. Rhaella, the same name as the Mad King’s sister and wife. Daenerys gave her the name. Viserys despised the idea of his mother’s name given to the likes of a foreign girl. Even though she was still a Targaryen, he only considered her half and not pure. She took after her mother, with more summer isle features. Her skin wasn’t pale, instead, a light amber and tan that would get even darker in the sun. She had long silver curly hair, unlike her cousins who had straight silver blonde hair. The thing Rhaella hated the most was her eyes. Instead of being a pretty violet color, she had dark purple eyes that almost looked black.

Rhaella looked away from the carriage window to make eye contact with Lord Stark, “My Lord?” She asked, “Why did you accept my cousin’s offer to take me?”

“Well, you see,” he explained, “The rebellion caused great loss for everyone. So many people, loved ones, dead. Especially your family, unfortunately. I’ll never forgive him for his order of murder. When the king found out 3 Targaryens were still out in the world, he wanted you all dead. I wanted to prove to him that even though Areys was mad, that doesn’t mean you all don’t deserve to live. By taking you in and marrying one of my sons, we can show him that you are not our enemies. It took him a while to be fully convinced, but he agreed to let you live.”

”But, my eldest cousin,” Rhaella said. “He…he wants to take the seven kingdoms. I’m not sure how, but that is his plan.”

”I highly doubt he is a true threat,” Lord Stark said.

”you’re right,” she admitted. “He can be a big coward at times.”

That comment made him chuckle.

He has a nice smile, very warm and welcoming. Even though he did come off as cold before.

“Will I have to marry now?” Rhaella asked.

“Oh gods no!” He chuckled, “you are far too young, my son as well.”

“Will he like me?”

“I believe so, you have nothing to worry about. Bran is a good kid. He will treat you right.”

Once they made it through the gates, the carriage stopped. Lord Stark exited first so he could get the door for Rhaella. He gently held her hand as she took her steps down. Once Rhaella looked up from the steps, she saw the Stark family before her. Not letting go of her hand, Lord Stark approached his family to introduce their special guest.

“This is Rhaella Targaryen. As you all know, she will be with us now. Treat her as you would treat each other. If anyone disrespects her, let me know.”

They all nodded. A very handsome older boy approached her, “Hello, my lady, I am Robb,” he told her, “I hope you enjoy Winterfell and welcome!” Before walking away, he kissed her hand. That made Rhaella blush, “T-Thank you.” He had blue eyes and dark auburn hair. It was so dark you could barely tell if it was red. He had to have been the most beautiful boy she’d ever seen.

An older girl walked up to her gracefully, “Hello,” she smiled, “my name is Sansa. I hope we can grow to be like sisters! Maybe even brush each other’s hair, make dresses together, and so much more!” Rhaella gave a slight smile back, “I would love that!” Then a girl, who looked not too older than her, approached saying, “My name is Arya! Don’t worry, we don’t have to do girly stuff together. There are other ways to have fun!”

Then, she met Rickon, the youngest in the family, and their mother Lady Stark. “Oh my goodness,” she exclaimed, “aren't you just a lovely thing? Such a beauty.” Rhaella blushed at the compliment, thanking her.

She must be lying to me. I mean, just look at me! The journey to Westeros was so long that hair became wild and poofy.

”You must be frightened,” Lady Stark said. “Trust me, I never favored the cold myself. I still don’t, but you grow to appreciate it.”

Rhaella couldn’t keep her eyes off Lady Catelyn Stark’s features. Like Robb and Sansa, she had long auburn hair and pretty blue eyes. Her gown was also blue, making her eyes stand out even more.

“Where is Bran?” Lord Stark asked his wife.

“I told that boy to stop climbing,” she explained. “Brandon!”

“Sorry mother!” A voice yelled from above, “I’m coming down!”

When Rhaella looked up, she examined him. He looked to be the same age as her. He had dark brown hair and eyes with freckles on his face. He approached her and bowed, “Welcome to Winterfell, I hope you will take a liking to it.” “Thank you,” she replied.

The atmosphere quickly grew awkward. The two children didn’t know what to say to each other.

Lady Stark took Rhaella’s hand, “You must be exhausted, here, come with me.” She guided Rhaella to her bed chamber and had the handmaidens start a bath. After the bath, she laid on her bed for a quick nap.

After waking up, the handmaidens helped her get into a gown for dinner. The dress was purple with roses embroidered across the neckline. Then, they helped her with her hair. They clearly did not know what they were doing. They aren’t used to doing curly hair like Rhaella’s, but they managed to make something of it. They brushed out her curls, putting them in a half-up-half-down style. The ponytail was braided and put into a bun. After the handmaidens left the room, she looked at herself in the mirror.

I don’t even look like myself anymore.

Tears began to fill her eyes, I just want to go home.

She bolted out of the room, not knowing where she was going. She ran outside the big castle but didn’t dare to leave outside the castle walls. She eventually found an area that stood out to her. The whole vibe was strange as if something or someone was watching her. It was nothing but an old forest with no snow. In the middle of it, was a pool and a tree. A tree she’d never seen before. The huge tree was white with red leaves and a face carved into it. She stared deeply into the tree’s eyes for a while.

Is it staring back at me?

She snapped out of it, shaking her head, and climbed up the tree to sit on a huge branch.

Without Daenerys, I am lost. She didn’t know how long she’d been crying in the tree for, but she didn’t care. Winterfell wasn’t her home.

“Rhaella?” She heard a voice ask.

When she looked up, she saw Bran with a concerned look on his face, “w-why are you crying?”

She wiped her tears. “Sorry, I just miss my sister…how did you know I’d be here?”

“I like to go to the godswood, and climb up this tree,” he said. “Whenever I like to be alone and think. I’m sorry you had to leave your sister.”

“Well, she isn’t my sister, not really,” she admitted, wiping her face. “We are actually cousins. We just call each other sisters.”

He sat next to her, “my family was worried about you. They thought you might have ran away.” He nervously chuckled. “I…I know that we are to be married one day. The idea of marriage scares me.”

She doesn’t respond, only looking down at her hands as she fidgets with them. “I have something for you,” Bran showed her a beautiful blue flower. “That was the reason I was climbing.” He told her. “I wanted to give you something as a gift. I was going to give it to you at the dinner table but here. If I hurt your feelings not being there to greet you, I’m so sorry.” Rhaella took the flower and sniffed it.

“It’s called the winter rose,” he continued. “A rare flower that can grow around the castle.”

“It’s so beautiful,” she smiled. “Thank you.”

”You know, just because we’re betrothed doesn’t mean we have to be in love right now or anything,” he said. “Let’s just be friends!”

”Yeah I’d like that!” She said.

”And just so you know,” he whispered. “I liked your hair better before. Your curly hair is much better.”

She laughed, “You and me both.”

”You’re laughing!”

”So?”

”This is your first time laughing here,” he said. “You have a nice smile.”

”Thanks, Bran,” she said. “You know, my eldest cousin ,Viserys, told me and Dany that you guys were evil monsters. But, you guys aren’t monstrous at all!”

Before Bran could respond, they both hear a voice from down below calling for Bran. An older boy who looked the same age as Robb. He was very handsome with black curls and dark eyes. “I found her Jon!” Bran shouted.

”Well, what are you sitting around for? They are all waiting for you two!” The two of them climbed down from the tree and walked with Jon.

“Forgive me, my name is Jon Snow,” he told Rhaella. “Welcome to Winterfell.”

”I never heard of the last name ‘snow’ before,” she confessed.

Bran began to explain, ”That last name actually means he’s a…well—”

”Bastard.” Jon said. His voice was cold and somber.

”I don’t know what that means,” Rhaella said. “But Viserys called me that sometimes, I assumed as an insult.”

”It means that my father, Lord Stark, had me with another woman. I wanted to meet you when you arrived, but Lady Stark thought it would be disrespectful.”

Rhaella couldn’t help but feel awful for him. There was something about Jon Snow that made him stand out. As if they had a connection. She wondered if Jon felt it too.

“You said that Viserys called us evil,” Bran said. “Then why did he want to send you away to us?”

“He hates me,” she answered. “He saw you guys as an opportunity to get rid of me…”

Once they all made it to the dining hall, all eyes were on Rhaella and Bran. “Well, aren’t you just beautiful?” Catelyn smiled. “Please, have a seat.” Bran escorted her to her chair and went back to his. Before Jon could leave the Hall, Rhaella asked, “Can Jon eat with us please?”

”Ah, I see you met him while you were gone,” Lord Stark said, amused. “Would him eating with us please you?”

Rhaella looked over at Jon, whose eyes lightened up. She looked back at Lord Stark and gave a nod. He looked over at Lady Stark, “What do you say?”

She looked into Rhaella’s sparkling eyes and sighed, “Well, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt…”

Rhaella gave a big smile. Jon pulled a chair next to her whispering, “Thank you Rhaella.”

“I hope you like the dress,” Sansa said. “I made it myself! I wanted to test my embroidery skills and decided to make you one!”

“It’s beautiful,” Rhaella told her. “You should teach me!” Sansa nodded gleefully.

“You know, we all thought you ran off and escaped!” Arya laughed.

“I…I didn’t mean any trouble or offense, I apologize.” Rhaella announced, standing up from her chair and bowing her head. “It was rude of me.”

“No,” Lord Stark said. “You have every right to feel the way you do. Your life changed right before your eyes. But please, believe me when I say this, we are here for you.”

“Aye.” Robb agreed. “If you are having trouble with anyone or anything let us know.” She thanked the both of them for their kindness.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what was it like outside of Westeros?” Catelyn asked.

Rhaella told them everything. Even about the abuse Viserys had done to her. He always yelled at her for the littlest things. The worst thing he ever did was sneak into her bedchamber with a knife. He threatened to cut out her insides if she didn’t cooperate with his plan to send her to the North.

They all had concerned looks on their faces. The abuse never got to her until explaining it out loud. She really did have it rough.

“That doesn’t matter anymore.” Arya said. “You are with us now!”

“Safe and sound,” Sansa added.

Rhaella didn’t realize she was smiling.

”So, Rhaella…you said you were from the Summer Isles right?” Theon asked.

“Yes, why you ask?”

He smirked at Robb before asking, “I heard the women there are quite breathtakingly beautiful?” She could have sworn she heard him whisper “and have nice bodies.”

”Well, I’ve never actually stayed there, I had to flee because of the King,” she explained. “But from the books I’ve read and from what I heard from some servants in Pentos, yes, the women there are quite beautiful.”

”I also heard that they have a passion for love making,” he said. “Maybe I gotta visit there sometime-.”

”Theon!” Lady Stark snapped. “Don’t be disrespectful-.”

”Oh that’s okay!” Rhaella reassured her. “You’re right, Theon! They do have a passion for it. If I were to stay in the Isles, I would have been a prostitute myself!”

Sansa and Lady Stark almost choked on their food, as Robb, Theon, and Jon bursted out laughing at the table. She didn’t understand what was so funny, but she laughed along with them.

”What’s a prostitute?” Rickon asked, innocently. That made the boys start crying from laughter. Theon even fell out of his chair.

”Y-You’ll know when you’re older!” Lady Stark said.

”You’ll fit in with us just fine, child,” Lord Stark said. “Welcome to the family!”

°❀⋆Daenerys.ೃ࿔*:･

Daenerys never felt more lonely. She missed Rhaella, her real family. She’d never forgive her brother for what he did.

“Daenerys!” Viserys shouted.

He entered her bed chamber, “do not tell me you’re still upset about that savage.”

She felt rage enter her body as he said those words. “She is not a savage, she’s my sister,” she replied softly. “And I don’t understand why you sent her to our enemies.”

“Don’t be an idiot,” he said. “We both know that’s not true. She’s our cousin. Daughter of our uncle and whatever foreign whore he married. She’s not a pure Targaryen like us, Dany. And she never will be. I gave her away because we need allies, even if they are enemies. The Starks are a strong house, and I knew that Lord Stark would gladly take her in. The fool won’t even know of my plans to destroy him and his dear friend Robert.”

Daenerys always considered Rhaella her sister, even if it wasn’t true. They spent all of their time together, never leaving one’s side. It felt like it was yesterday, the day Rhaella arrived in Braavos as a baby. Viserys wanted nothing to do with her while Daenerys cherished her. She had no idea why Viserys was so upset about naming their cousin after their mother. It was only a name after all. She always thought it was much deeper than Rhaella being a “savage.” She never dared to ask him though.

“I have good news.” He announced. She examined his face, his grin looked devious. Truly it wasn’t good news. “I found you a husband,” he said. “His name is Khal Drogo, Magister Illyrio said. A Dothraki savage. When you two wed, I’ll have his army. We can finally go home, sweet sister.”

Home.

All she ever wanted was a home. A home with Rhaella, where they could finally be happy together. With her gone, Daenerys wasn’t sure if it would be home without her.

“And what about her?” She asked him.

“The savage?” He scoffed. “Those Starks have her now. I don’t care what they do to her. As long as we have our alliance with the North.”

Daenerys wanted to cry, but she stayed strong. I will meet her again, one day.

°❆⋆Bran ೃ࿔*:･

It had only been a couple of months, but for Bran, it felt like he had known Rhaella his whole life. Rhaella also grew close to his sisters but mostly Arya. The three of them were inseparable. Rhaella even taught them some of the Valyrian language. Some nights, the three of them would stay up and read history books about Targaryen history until they got caught by the Septa. For fun, they liked to go sledding and have snowball fights. The older Stark boys and Rickon joined them sometimes, but never Sansa. Ever since Rhaella arrived, Sansa and Arya fought less. It’s like wherever she went, she spread joy. That’s one of the traits Bran liked about her.

Now, everyone is preparing for the arrival of the King.

He overheard his father saying that the King was almost there. Bran felt sorry for Rhaella because she was so stressed out. “What will he do to me?” She asked. He always reassured her, “You are under our protection now, the King approved of you. Don’t worry about a thing.”

At that moment, it was time for Bran to practice his archery. He hasn’t been getting any better. He wanted to show his family he could hit the bull’s eye. First, only Robb was watching him. Then, came Jon and Rickon. Before he knew it, his parents came to watch as well.

“Keep practicing, Bran,” Lord Stark insisted. “Go on.”

Jon leaned in towards Bran, placing his hand on his shoulder, “Alright, father is watching.”

Jon looks over and sees Rhaella and Arya watching as well, “and her…” he whispered.

Bran took a deep gulp. He didn’t like to get teased about Rhaella. They only do it because we are to be married. We are just friends, good friends.

Bran nodded and started to aim his bow and arrow at his target.

“Relax your bow arm…” Robb commented.

Just before Bran could release the arrow, someone else’s hits the target and another shoots right through it.

All of the boys turned their heads to see Rhaella and Arya giggling. “Hey!” Bran yelled. The girls both curtseyed but quickly took off once they saw Bran chasing them. The kids kept on playing until their father took all of the boys to see an execution. Bran was finally old enough to see one.

“Are you scared?” Rhaella asked him as he was mounting his pony.

“I’m not sure.” He answered honestly.

But I can’t be afraid. My father told me I won’t be a boy forever. I’ll be a man-grown soon. I mustn’t be afraid. I need to be brave. Like Robb and Jon. Wolves are never afraid.

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