#and aemond who has had the ring for the last six years just has his eye twitching in the corner

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in a more ""modern"" sense, do you think aemond and valaena would've dated for much longer before they get married? as in would they be dating for like 5+ years before they tie the knot or would aemond like pop the question in less than a year since he can be impatient af

this is so funny to me bc I love modern au’s and I definitely think aemond is so impatient he would pop the question after like a couple months (IF THAT, he’s been in love with her since he was like 10) and Valaena would take so much vindictive pleasure in making him wait lmao

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The Dragon Queen

Jaehaera Targaryen x Aegon iii Targaryen

***!!!NOT CANON COMPLIANT!!!***

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Chapter 17: Jaehaera

The familiar arched windows, the rosewood desk and the scented candles; Jaehaera felt like she couldn’t breathe. All of sudden she a girl of six again.

She doesn’t understand why she expects her papa to appear before her. As if Aegon the second of his name would limp out of the shadows and smile at her with his tragedy filled lilac eyes. Jaehaera begins to hear her mothers deranged babbles as well. ‘A son for a son. Our debt has been paid.’ The loss of sanity shined hideously on her mamas red stained eyes. Yet perhaps what’s haunting Jaehaera more is the sound of both her brothers sweet laughter ringing in her eardrums. Jaehaerys her darling knight and her precious baby brother Maelor. Sweet boys gone to soon.

Her nails begin to unconsciously dig into the skin of her palms. Being in the King’s personal study was too much for her tortured soul to handle.

“Cousin” a deep voice broke her thoughts.

“Pardon? Oh…Sorry…”

King Aegon gives a gentle smile and hands her a goblet wine.

“Viserys tells me you prefer sour wines over sweet. We’ve managed to acquire some Dornish Red just for you.”

Jaehaera manages to give a small smile, uttering her thankfulness quietly. The dread she feels about being in her fathers study- well she supposes her cousins study now; still hasn’t left her. The Princess brings the goblet to her nose taking a petite whiff. Now Jaehaera is no expert when it comes to wine, yet she understands that the more bitter the wine’s aroma is, the older the wine is. The older the wine, the better the taste (at least that’s what the Meerenese say). And this Dornish Wine smelled bitter.

Finally she takes a small sip and sighs happily, Dornish Red did not disappoint her at all.

Jaehaera feels like she could tongue kiss the Dornish Prince in congratulations for producing such an exquisite delicacy.

“I��m glad it is to your liking Princess.” Aegon says amused.

They’re sitting across from each other each trying their best to not stare at other for too long. They are cousins. They share the same color palette yet they look so different.

Now Jaehaera doesn’t remember what the late Queen Rhaenyra looked like. Hell even the Velaryon boys, Jaehaera couldn’t bring herself to remember what they had once looked like. However locked away in the deepest part of her memory the princess remembers something her Grandmama Alicent had commented about her cousin Aegon.

‘Daemons firstborn son has his mothers eyes’ the Queen had said out of nowhere. With a wistful longing shining in her rich brown irises.

It had made her Uncle Aemond scoff in disinterest, and mother Helaena smile in agreement. So perhaps what Queen Alicent said was true. Perhaps Aegon did have his mothers eyes.

“I’m sorry for Baela’s outburst earlier” he begins awkwardly. “My sister… she’s just very protective.”

Protective of him or protective of their power? She wants to say out loud. Bitterness flooding her veins. His sister had given her an attitude since the moment Jaehaera stepped foot into the parley. Jaehaera isn’t oblivious like her sweet and weak mother Helaena once was. She knew when people were attempting to belittle her.

Ten years in Essos escaping and weaving her way through constant danger had helped Jaehaera identify friends from foes. Regrettably for her cousin Baela, the woman chosen to offend her, thus making a foe out of Jaehaera. No the Green Princess will not tolerate disrespect. Not when across the Narrow Sea the name Jaehaera Targaryen means something.

Unlike her cousins, Jaehaera had to make something of herself or else she would have died. Not like them who inherited their power through the death of the last remaining green. Her father.

“Don’t apologize on behalf of your sister on my account.” Jaehaera forces herself to calm her voice from its rising anger. “I’m used to not being well received on first sight.”

She sees the man frown. Not completely sure what he was thinking. So she quickly spoke to make herself favorable to him.

“Besides… I too lost my temper.” She sets her goblet of wine down. The wine finally settling her nerves. “Bad habit to have really.”

The smile she receives from him is small but charming.

“You still have that small dimple” she blurts. Fuck the booze is working a little too well. The Green Princess thinks to herself. Completely embarrassed.

Aegon raises an ashy brow.

“Um… I mean…”

“Your brother used to call me cheese cheek” he says with a tiny laugh.

“Well given that you had called Harry an elf…”

Both laugh heartily at the memory until it’s taken over uncomfortably silence. Jaehaera opts to look at her hands.

Jaehaerys will forever be a sensitive topic of discussion for her. Ten years. Ten blasted years and her heart still longs for her darling knight. Her beloved twin. Not matter how hard she willed her mind to let him go, Jaehaera’s heart isn’t ready to let Jaehaerys rest in peace. They came into the world together. They belonged together. Yet her twin is gone, and she remains.

Tears build up in the corner of lilac eyes. Guilt swarms her chest at the thought of her dearest harry’s corpse rotting in the ground while she still breathes. No longer able to hold her tears in she lets them fall with a small sob.

The kings large hands find her pale slender one engulfing them in their warmth.

“What happened to your brothers…” He begins with earnest. “Gods what happened to all of us…” his breathing shaky “We deserved none of it. No matter what faction was in the right or in the wrong. Us remaining survivors, are reaping what are parents sowed.”

The Princess’s tears falls onto their joined hands.

Jaehaera unconsciously begins to rub his knuckles, in appreciation for his comfort.

“Then let us sow a new beginning your grace.”

Aegon brings her knuckles to lips giving them a chivalrous peck. Amethyst eyes gleaming with earnestness.

“Lets.”

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Aegon and Jaehaera’s first one on one talk!!! WHOOT WHOOT!! 🥳🎊🎉

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