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[chloe-skywalker]

What Does She Know? - Aegon II Targaryen

Aegon II x Fem!Reader

Warnings: G.O.T

Word count: 943

Summary: Alicent may love to put her children down, but Y/n won’t stand for it to affect her betrothed anymore.

Authors Note: I really do think if he had someone who really loved and cared about him he’d be SO different! Same for Aemond.

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“Why do you behave like this?” Alicent scoffed in disgust at her son. She was angered and annoyed at Aegon’s behaviors, no matter what it may be.

“Behave like what?” Aegon questioned with squinted eyes. He had completely closed in on himself, expecting the usual if not new degrading comments she always told him. Sure he was use to it, it's been happening all his life but it didn’t make it hurt any less.

“A monster. A little boy desperate for attention that believes since he’s a prince he can do whatever he wants without any consequences.” Alicent sneered at her son. She despised her and Viserys' children. They all seemed to have the confidence and arrogance of the Targaryens. Nothing in them reminded her of the Hightowers.

Aegon did not answer her after that. He just looked down trying not to let his emotions show in her presence. Aegon was done with showing weakness in front of her.

“Pathetic.” She spat before turning around and leaving Aegon’s chambers she had practically barged into.

A few moments later, after hearing the door slam Y/n peeked her head out of the hidden passageway she had rushed to when they heard Alicent outside his door. “Aegon?”

When she didn’t get a reply Y/n came out and walked towards where Aegon was seated on the end of his bed. She had heard everything the so called Queen had said to Aegon and Y/n was fuming on the inside. How dare she treat and say things like that to him. Her own son and a prince.

“She’s right, you know. I’m a monster.” Aegon mumbled looking down to his lap feeling immensely insecure since his mothers rant.

Y/n immediately shook her head, not agreeing with his statement at all. “No you are not. You are not a monster.”

“That's not what my mother says.” He spoke in a whisper.

“And what does she know? Rhaenyra was her best friend and look how she treats her? Look how she treats you and your siblings? She doesn’t know anything. Definitely nothing good or correct.” Y/n exclaimed lifting his chin to look at her as she talked, but Y/n knew it was because he was listening but the negative thoughts were still in his mind.

“I don’t understand why she take it out on us? On me?” He questioned out loud not to anyone in particular.

Since their betrothal Y/n had seen the toxic environment in King's Landing, in the castle. Between the Hightowers and the Targaryens. Including between Alicent and her own children.

“Because she’s upset that she had to marry your father. But you know what, she should grow up and act like a lady. Like a queen. That’s the way life is for a woman. Especially a woman born with any type of title. We don’t get to choose who we marry, or how many kids we have. Nothing. You just are forced to grin and bare it but the least she could do is protect and care for her children. Be supportive to her so-called friend that she had to marry the father of.” Y/n ranted but she had a point. To everything she said, it was all very true. Aegon listened intently to what Y/n had said and it pained him. In the short time they had known each other Aegon had really grown to love the woman in front of him. And to hear how she as a woman had no say in anything, that really hurt him to think that might be how she thinks their relationship is going to be once they marry. Aegon reached out to hold her hands.

“Is that how you feel with me? With our arranged marriage? That you have no choice and that all you’ll be good for is having my children?” Aegon asked question after question. He truly hoped he could make her feel like his equal. “Cause that's not how I want our relationship to be. I want to be good enough for you. That you want me even if we are already arranged and have no real say. I want us to fall in love with one another and not spite each other. I don’t want to force you to have a ton of heirs just so we can please the court and the people. I don’t want to please anyone other than you.”

Y/n was stunned by his words, not having thought he was worrying about such things.

Y/n squeezed his hands and then let one go and reached up to cup the nape of his neck, playing with his hair. Looking into his eyes when she spoke. “Aegon. You have been an exception to what I said. You have treated me very kindly since we’ve gotten to know one another and I greatly appreciate that you seek out my advice. That you care about my opinion on things, that you don’t want to force me into anything or let anyone hurt me. That you actually care about me and I’m not just some slave your meant to fake love and breed with. I want to please you as well Aegon. But the difference is for us it’s because we love each other, truly love each other. That we want to please each other. Not out of duty.”

Aegon shook his head, feeling a weight lifted off his chest. “It will never be out of duty.”

Aegon pulled Y/n onto his lap into a kiss he hoped betrayed the love he felt for her and appreciation for her believing in him.

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[hs-is-loml]

Love Looks Good On You. (a.t)

CHAPTER EIGHT

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Velaryon!OC

Summary: the morning after. viserys admits a fault to viserra. maybe it's more than one fault.

Warnings: fluff, little angst, parental neglect from rhaenyra, typical family drama, incestual relationship uncle/niece (UNEDITED)

a/n: finally came around to writing this chapter and the plot of the story! this should've been viserys redemption arc.

all translations of high valyrian come from google! english translations are in parentheses!!

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Viserra woke up intertwined in Aegon’s tight embrace and soft snores with the sun peeking through their windows. She brought her hand up towards his face to brush off fallen hair. She lazily admired Aegon’s features for a while before deciding to get started with her day and attempted to untangle herself from his grasp. 

“W-wait. Wait, where do you think you are off to?” Ageon groaned as he rubbed the sleep off his eyes and adjusted to the light in the room. 

As Viserra wrapped a silk robe around herself, she turned back to him and said, “It is a beautiful day, Husband. It would be a waste to spend it inside.”

At her words, a smile was brought on his face and he sat up from his position in their bed. “Husband… It is nice to hear you say that, my beautiful wife” he admitted. 

“You are going to hear it all the time now,” she went over to him and pressed a light kiss against his lips. When she went to pull back from the kiss, Aegon brought his hand under her chin to pull her back in. “I am going to be late, Aegon…” she mumbled against his lips. 

“Meet me later, I will be out with Sunfyre.”

Viserra spent the following morning on the garden grounds for a stroll before she saw a glimpse of her grandfather trudging through the area. She approached his side and paced herself slowly as she walked beside him while guiding them to a place to sit down. “You know your mother was not always the way she is now,” Viserys brought up. “When she was younger, she had the same kindness and compassion you hold today. I suppose it is my fault.”

“Your fault?” Viserra enquired with confusion written across her face for why Viserys was bringing this subject up now. She could have never imagined how it would be her grandfather’s fault for how Rhaenyra was now. “I am afraid I do not understand, Grandfather.”

They took a seat on a bench beneath one of the many tapestries, Alicent has slowly placed throughout the Keep. “I pushed her too far too soon. I wanted a son. My poor Aemma went through many tragedies because of me. When I finally got my wish, Rhaenyra lost her mother and brother on the same day. I was not there for her to grieve or give her consolation properly for I was not aware how to.”

“Queen Aemma?”

“Yes, My darling Aemma. She would have loved you. When she died, she took a part of me with her. I realized on that day how I spent more time dreaming of what could be. I never appreciated what was right in front of my eyes. I should have considered Rhaenyra more when she was younger,” Viserys admitted somberly. “She lost her mother and then was immediately crowned heir right after. It did not help that I chose Alicent to be my next wife either; she lost her closest confidante due to me. She fell right into Daemon’s clutch from them.”

Viserra was at a loss for words with countless what-ifs surrounding her thoughts. “What was she like before?” 

“She was fierce, efficient, and lacked patience which led to her impulsiveness, but more importantly she had ambition some men wish for. I pushed her too far when she was forced to marry your father,” he explained to her in reminiscing.

“Rhaenyra and father loved each other in ways parents do generally not love. My father was different. We all knew it though I think he was what she needed to keep her grounded before they were born.”

“Ah, yes. Your mother’s bastards. I tried turning a blind eye when Jacaerys was born as we all hoped for another child as precious as you, my dear. You were always light as a feather, but tough as a stone when you were growing up. Though it was difficult to support your mother’s mistakes time and time again.” 

“You are talking about the night at Driftmark…” Viserra trailed off as she pointed out.

Viserys let out a deep sigh as he recalled the night, “That night sealed our families’ fate. It made me open my eyes to the cruel brutality our once whole family became. I would have never imagined for you and Aemond to get caught in the crossfire so young. I never once wished for us to come to such shambles, nor did I wish to be King, my dear. I know your grandmother Rhaenys deserved the right to the throne.”

“Grandfather, pōnta gōntan daor iderēbagon zȳhon naejot udrāzma. Pōnta iderēptan ao, se ao mirre īlva isse peace,” Viserra tried to comfort the King. (Grandfather, they did not choose her to rule. They chose you, and you kept us in peace)

“Nyke istan daor vēttan naejot udrāzma. Nyke unfit, viserra. J-jurnegon issa,” he insisted. (I was not made to rule. I am unfit, Viserra. L-look at me.) “Se dēmalion rejects issa tolvie single jēda nyke sit bē ziry.” (The throne rejects me every single time I sit upon it.)

“That does not mean-”

“Yes, it does, you know the rules,” he cut her off. “Although you have shown me time and time again, you will lead the realms how Aegon conquered them. You have made me proud.” 

“Thank you, Grandfather,” Viserra swelled with pride at his words.

“Do you remember that story I would always tell you when you were just a child?”

“The Song of Ice and Fire?” she answered in question.

“Ah, yes.”

“What of it?”

“Will you tell me the story, today?”

“Of course,” Viserra smiled as she started to recount the story. “Aegon the Conqueror once prophesized in a dream that he saw absolute darkness riding on the winds, and whatever dwells within will destroy the world of the living.”

Viserys broke out in a fit of coughs which made Viserra pause in worry as she called for a servant to fetch wine for him. “My dear, continue,” he told her as the servant brought his cup and walked away from them.

“When this great winter comes, all of Westeros must stand against it, and if the world of men is to survive, then a Targaryen must be seated on the”

“Iron Throne,” her grandfather said with a faint smile planted on his face.

“A King or Queen, strong enough to unite the realms against the cold and the dark,” she continued on. “Aegon called his dream, ‘A Song of Ice and Fire,’ This secret, has been passed from King to Heir since Aegon’s time. One that as Targaryens must promise to keep and carry with all of our protection,” she finished from what she could remember.

“From my blood come the Prince that was Promised, and his will be the Song of Ice and Fire,”  Viserys murmured to himself.

Though Viserra caught the words, “The Prince that was promised?” 

“Each King is told to look for the Prince who was promised before they take their reign. We all wish that we would be the s-so-called Prince since Aegon’s time of his dream. Though n-no one has come close to the role, I believe you will.”

“Grandfather…” Viserra began skeptical of his insinuation. 

“Viserra, you are more than just our heir. You are who is p-promised.”

As her mind filled with endless questions on how her grandfather would know such a thing, she turned away from Viserys and look around the Keep. She slid her hands over her face and turned back to meet her Grandfather’s eyes. “What if I am not?”

Viserys shakingly brought his clutched hand and gestured for Viserra to open her palm. He dropped his House of Targaryen signet ring into her hand, and he whispered to her carefully, “You will never be alone to fight your battles. Remember this family is our legacy, but you are its savior.”

[alannybunnue]

I wonder how did Ageon I Targaryen and his sister-wives first met reader? Their first impression about her?

And which sister-wife or wives craved the most attention and love from reader?

And will it continue just like this with the reader's descendants till Danny's timline?

And how much chaotic and amazing it will be and how will it be presented in the GOT timeline in History?

Ok, i will be talking about both readers from the imagine and the short since i am not capable of 🌠comprehending🌠 who are you talking about in the first paragraph.

So for the YT!Reader, she met Aegon during the Conquest, i didn't specify place where since i always like for you guys to imagine your own versions...since the reader is technically you. But in my personal version, she would have met him back at the events of Harrenhal. Like he just burned the place to the ground and she just watched, terrified...even more when he spotted her, and then boom, he took her away.

His first impression was confusing, she was a beauty, even if he had already seen many beauties (With Rhaenys included) none could compare to her, but at same time, he can't understand why is he so infatuated with her.

Now for his sisters-wifes, they weren't keen on you until they interacted with you. Rhaenys saw you as possible competition for her brother's attention, until she realized that she could share you with him instead, to her, you a cute terrified thing who needs the right love and affection, and she is here to give, but she expects to receive it back ;)

As for Visenya, she though at first that you were a threat, didn't thrust you enough and any time, you could slice a blade against their throats (Hahaha, if only-). When she realize you were nothing like that, and that they terrified you. Then she started to see you as a fragile thing who needs every protection and guidance possible, like you couldn't take care of yourself.

Speaking of the descendants, yes, this will continue until the Mad King, i am not sure on how it will go for that reader, but i imagine like Aerys II!Reader being killed in the rebellion and her daughter is taken as hostage for a while, until Robert decides to take her for him (I mean, he has Targaryen blood and it's like payback against Rhaegar.) making her his first wife, until he marries Cersei, and a lot can go after this, idk.

Now for how Aegon the Conqueror met the Immortal!Reader. He met her during his battles against the Volantis' fleets back in Free Cities, especifically in Lys, where she was travelling out of boredom and ended up in a pleasure house. Not sure what she was doing there, but probably not something good. Aegon took her away with him, and she accepted only because he was the Lord of Dragonstone and cause she was curious, until he proposed to her...and you all know what happened next.

Now, Visenya and Rhaenys' first thoughts remained the same, but how they view her now has changed, both think of her as this seductive lady with more power in her words, she can get whatever she wants and they will gladly give.

As for her...children, well...there's none, cuz she can't have kids, she has lived for too long and passed her prime. (I believe that's how we say it)