#argon Targaryen x you

[under-the-aspen-tree]

A Moth To You (Chapter 5 - Needles and Swords) Aegon II Targaryen x (Bastard Velaryon) Reader

Series Summary: After a year travelling abroad, you have been called home to Kingslanding by your mother, Rhaenyra. Turns out your family has grown in your time apart.

Word Count: 4.8k

You were well prepared to stew in your own scornful anger for at least a day when you awoke the next morning, muscles aching from hours of dragon riding and a bruised ego that matched the deep purple marks lining your wrist and shoulder.

Memories from the previous night hit you in regretful lashes that had you groaning and throwing your palms over your eyes, unsure if you were more furious with your uncle or yourself. For a year you had been away, learning and maturing and growing into what should have been a well-mannered young lady. How had one night of wine and a regretful presence turned you back into the pre-pubescent girl you had been years ago? Full of rage and pride. More so, what had possessed you into thinking you could overpower Aegon, in mind or in body? 

You had almost resigned yourself to your chambers out of shame and were about to ring your chamber bell to have breakfast brought to you, when you heard the ringing of steel echoing up through your window from the courtyard. Your eyes shot open at the sound, rolling so quickly you almost fell from your bed in a flailing of bedsheets and limbs.

Excitement coursed through you, filling the very marrow of your bones, and wiping the sour memories from your mind as you threw yourself to your vanity, combing and twisting your hair into something half decent and lacing the first dress your hands came to. It had been so long, so awfully long, since you heard the song of a sword, the groans and cheers from onlookers, the restful boasts of a winning hand. Not since your time in Winterfell had you awoken to the commotion and it had you whirling from your chambers without so much as a crumb of breakfast, a grin upon your face. 

You had always loved to watch the men of court train, from young lords to soldiers, the clash of steel or wood had the wind ripped from your lungs. In youth, you had always loathed your position in that you could not join them, but with time you had come to make do with watching on. It was a fascination that a person could move so swiftly yet yield such power, that a step one way and a swing from the other could be the difference between life and death. 

The courtyard was as you remembered, though near bone dry in the growing heat of late spring, and shadowed from the morning sun by the great stone walls and gates that surrounded the sparring square. When you came across the balcony, gasping for breath, you couldn't help but grin at the sight.  

Jace was far down below, sweat sticking his hair to his forehead and the nape of his neck, frowning as he flexed his wrist, turning his sword in wide circles that glinted when it caught the sun. He was clearly taking a break, but you couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of him waving his sword around at an imaginary enemy. Luke, still training in strength and stance, had a stain of flushed red across his cheeks as he swung down upon a training dummy again and again, ripping straw and cotton from its body with every smack of his dull blade. 

There were a few other boys, gathered in clusters, about the square. Some were sparring with humour in their eyes, laughing at each other's blunders before landing with their backs in the dirt. Others hardened and serious, movements so slow they could be fighting in water as they perfected their stances and swings.  

And then there was Aemond. In truth, he was harder to miss than most. His long hair shone like spun silver, straight and prideful, laying like a veil about his shoulders. His eyepatch was nowhere to be seen, perhaps an inconvenience when one moved so quickly, and when he moved in a certain way, you could see a brilliant flash of blue from sapphire that rested where an eye should be. He had taken to the centre of the square, his remaining eye narrowed with determination and something close to amusement, and his lips were drawn into a tight smirk. He was winning. Even against Sir Criston Cole, swinging his Morningstar with the force and expertise of a battle-hardened man, Aemond was noticeably winning. It shocked you to realise that neither held faux weaponry, both of their tools holding the power to kill or main, and yet they seemed unbothered, making a dance out of avoiding steel or spike.  

You watched in awe as Aemond spun and circled, dodging blows with the agility of a cat, his hair fanning around him with every twist. Cole was more brutish with his moves. Though quick and fearless, he conducted himself with more aggression, his Morningstar an extension of his arm. Where Aemond was fast and slippery, Cole was coarse and terrifying. Something told you either one of them could kill in a heartbeat and, for some reason, it only made you feel even more alive, hanging yourself over the balcony with an elated grin. 

"Quite impressive, isn't it?" You almost jumped at the soft voice, hands slipping against the purchase they found in the stone, as you turned to the direction of the sound. 

Helaena stood beside you with the grace of the mother looking upon her. Her hair was blonder than her brothers', reminding you of the stories of straw spun into gold, and her almond eyes were almost of a pinkish purple, like the sunset in Pentos. If you thought she was beautiful last night, she was more akin to a goddess this morn, wearing a silky gown of dusty lavender that complimented her milky skin. 

Lost for words, a shade of awkwardness coming over you as you conversed with the girl for the first time in months, you dropped yourself into a light curtsy. "Aunt, it has been so long." 

Helaena's laugh was like the tinkling of a bell, soft and delicate, and you couldn't help but grin as the sound. It reminded you of the castle cats, of their ringing collars that sounded their merry presence and just how happy the girl had been at the sight of them in her youth. She had always possessed a natural affinity for animals. "Your travels must have surely changed you for you to be so ladylike." She giggled with a sweetness only she possessed.  

You smiled at her words, brushing your hair out of your eyes. "I seem to be taking my manners a little too seriously. It has been so long since I've attended court, I have nearly forgotten how to conduct myself," You admitted, still trying to keep a wide smile at bay as she looped an arm around yours and began to slowly walk, her skirt brushing your own in the breeze. It had been so long since you had walked together, you had almost forgotten what it felt like to be arm in arm. 

"I shall do my best to bring you up to speed with things, dear niece," She teased. 

"I would be most grateful." 

Though you had never been close with your uncles, you and Helaena had been practically attached at the hip in your youth. Both bearing the title of your mother's only daughter, you found yourselves spoiled rotten by those in the keep, often sneaking to the kitchens for handfuls of sweets or cakes without permission as the cook looked on with a wry smile. Summer afternoons were spent in the shade of apple trees, braiding one another's hair, or reading under the morning sun. Helaena would delight in the opportunity to tell you stories of butterflies with wings of a hundred colours, only found in remote areas across the narrow sea, and you would hum softly as you stretched in the grass, sketching her from your parchment. When she caught sight of your drawing, her cheeks would go as pink as her dresses, but you knew she loved the renderings. 

When you left for your travels, you both wept in one another's arms. She was closer to a sister than your aunt, and you were so worried that the time apart would leave you strangers. You could not have been happier to be wrong as she told you of the gossip at court, her eyes sparkling with an undercurrent of mischief when she brought up the pretty Hightower boy looking for a bride, or the lord from Riverrun with the voice of an angel. You hoped secretly, only minutes into speaking with her properly once again, that if she were courted, the lord would not take her far from home. You had truly missed what it felt to be a girl, having spent the past year being pushed towards eldest sons to be courted. There was something uniquely different about a friendship with a girl, innocent and sweet as summer berries. 

"-Oh, and of course everybody is delighted to have you home. Mother seems gentler than she did before, don't you think? And your brothers are certainly happy to have you back. Jacaerys has been talking of you for weeks now, ever since Rhaenyra spoke of bringing you back. I do believe he has missed having his sister around." 

You smiled in earnest at the compliment, turning towards where you could still see the boys training in the yard. "So, you have been speaking to my brother in my absence?" You wiggled your brows suggestively and Helaena went a soft pink, mouth dropping into a little circle before laughing. 

"He is my nephew, of course I would speak with him. Your brothers are all very kind." 

"Yes, yes," You laughed, only half mocking. It was a shame, truly, that Alicent had denied your mother's proposals of wedding your brother and aunt. They were the two kindest people you had ever come to know, and you were certain they would make a fine match together; Jace had always been gentle with the girl, perhaps even more so than he was with you. "However, I do believe your own brothers are not quite as fond of me." 

You held a twinkle of amusement in your eye, yet Helaena's smile tightened a little at your words. "Yes, they are quite stubborn, but both can be kind." 

You were forced to hold back a snort at that comment. Kind was certainly one word for your uncles, others being untrustworthy, cruel, bitter. When you looked up from the ground, watching your steps, you found Helaena's eyes on you. "You've spoken with them." 

It was not a question so much as a statement, even perhaps an accusation. You only realised now how low your dress fell on your shoulders, how short the sleeves were. You wondered if she had noticed the bruises. 

"I- Well, yes. Only Aegon," You sighed, turning forward once more to resume your walk. "It was my own idiocy, last night left me so angry. I thought that If I were to confront him, he would realise I am not a child to bully and belittle anymore." 

Helaena pursed her lips at your words, frowning her gentle brows as she squinted against the sunlight. "Aegon can be kind sometimes, but he has a mean streak that emerges more often than not." 

She sighed, looking downcast at her words as you began to descend a set of stairs. "You have been gone a while, we have all changed, but none more so than my brother." She gave your hand a gentle squeeze. "I'm sure he will come around." 

You could do nothing more than hum at her words as you came upon a candlelit room that overlooked the gardens, golden light illuminating the sunstone from where it poured in lavishly. A Septa was already sitting with other girls of a similar age to yourself, and you suddenly wished you were back on the balcony, overlooking the boys. Helaena smiled as though sensing your distaste.  

"Come, sweet niece. I am sure you have let your studies go since leaving." 

She was not entirely wrong. You had promised your mother you would continue your lessons in your absence, but if you had accidentally misplaced your embroidery in a crack behind your chamber drawers, who could she have been to place judgement? 

A year apart from sewing had left you less experienced than you had believed yourself capable of. You were never as skilled as Helaena in youth, but now your attempts were pitiful. The Septa often looked over at your work with pinched lips, occasionally sighing as you slipped a stitch or wobbled on your lines where your aunts were perfect. Still, despite ending the day with sore thumbs and fingers full of scabs, you couldn't say you hated the time spent with Helaena, never failing to lift your spirits. 

"I hear you spent your afternoons with the other girls," Rhaenyra commented, a hint of a smile gracing her lips at supper. 

Thankfully, it seemed, your families did not take it upon themselves to dine together often, last night being a special occasion of sorts. You sat with just your brothers, mother, and Daemon around a comfortably sized dining table, nibbling on a slice of pie as servants brought out small dishes of meat, fruit, and bread. It was a comfortable affair. Taking a sip of your wine, you nodded with a smile. 

"Yes, Helaena caught me in the morning. It was fun." 

Daemon scoffed at your words, looking over at you with an impish smile and you were forced to look down at your meal, fighting a laugh. Your family had not, as it seemed, forgotten about your certain distaste for needles. 

"Your septa had other words for your work," Your mother said pointedly as Luke let out a cough that sounded an awful lot like a suppressed laugh. She shot him a look full of warning and he returned to his meal, snickering lightly. 

"I think we should all be glad she's making an effort with her duties," Daemon gave you look of utter amusement from over his meal. "She could still be running wild with a sword in hand." 

Jace guffawed at that, and you couldn’t help but giggle along as your face reddened, slapping your brother lightly on the shoulder. "You're only laughing because I was better than you." 

Your brother laughed through a mouthful of food, fighting to keep it down as he spluttered. Rhaenyra shot the both of you a rather disappointed look as Jace poured his glass down his throat, beginning to cough, and you burst into laughter at the sight of him.  

When Jace had finally settled back down, slightly red in the face, he turned to you as though nothing had happened, only eliciting further giggles as you attempted to quiet yourself, ever aware of your mother's eye. "I'd like to see you try now." 

"Ohh and what would you do? Swing it rather threateningly my way?" 

Jace scrunched his nose, yet it was now Luke's turn to cackle at his brother. "You are a bit of a showoff in the yard, always throwing your sword around in case one of the ladies see you." He wiggled his brows and Jace shoved him away, though you could see the amusement there.

"I do not-!" 

"Boys," Your mother's voice was quiet but stern, and both immediately turned back to their plates in silence, still side eyeing one another. When Rhaenyra turned to conversation with Daemon, and he was sure she wouldn't overhear, Luke turned to his brother with eyes full of taunt. 

"Trying to show off to Helaen-" Luke's sing-song whisper was cut off with a strangled gasp as Jace's foot came into contact with his ankle, face scrunching into a glare. 

It was strange, you thought you would hate returning to Kingslanding, leaving your home and happiness behind in Pentos. You had never thought of your sweet aunt or the ring of steel in the morning, the laughter over the dining table nor the pointless bickering of your brothers. Your uncles may have been a stain on your days, but they could not take away moments like these.  

Kingslanding was decidedly better than you thought it to be. 

The night air was cool and refreshing as you made your way from dinner, arm looped through Jacaerys' as he escorted you to your bedchambers. Dinner was a smooth event, and you greatly enjoyed your first proper reunion with your family, especially as the first was spoiled by the memory of Aegon.  

"How are you finding it, being home again?" Jace spoke after a while of looping through corridor after corridor, sticking to the balconies so that you could look out over the grounds, dyed a deep blue in the darkness of night. 

"If you had asked me last night, I would say I would rather be anywhere but here," You replied, giving his arm a gentle squeeze and looking up at him with a smile. "But a good night's rest and time with my family has proved me wrong." 

Jace gave you an earnest smile, his eyes shining in the moonlight. You didn't know how you had gone so long apart from your brother, for now you couldn't imagine life without him. Even from childhood, you were both almost inseparable, only parting when he went to train, and you joined Helaena for study and play. He had defended your honour more than once, stood by your side through the death of Harwin Strong and Leanor Velaryon, keeping his composure so that you had a shoulder to cry upon. Born barely a year apart, you were almost twins, and despite you being the elder, he had always taken upon himself the role of 'big brother'. 

Jace paused for a moment, placing a soft hand upon your shoulder. "You have no idea how grateful I am to have you home, sweet sister."  

Your chin wobbled as your smile widened, shrugging off his hand and enveloping him into a hug. Your brother, your sweet brother who could do no harm, who only wished for the absolute best for all those around. You swore to yourself then, with your head pressed against his chest and your arms around him, that if you were to ever leave Kingslanding again, it would be by his side. 

The sound of somebody clearing their throat, a deep and gravelly noise, had you shifting to detach yourself from Jace, fearful you had interrupted someone else's roaming of the castle at such an hour. Though before you could look towards the origin of the sound, your brother stiffened beside you, removing one arm while keeping the other firm against your waist, almost protectively. 

"Nephew," You could have cursed the voice, for you intuitively knew who it belonged to. Looking from the dark fabric of Jace's tunic, you gazed upon the short white hair and pale lilac eyes of Aegon Targaryen, standing with his hands clasped behind his back and a wicked half smile upon his face. "Niece." 

You nodded your head, lips pursing as you attempted to separate yourself from your brother again, yet his grip remained firm. When you sneaked a glance up at him, his eyes were of unrelenting fire. 

"You have some nerve showing up here after the way you spoke of my sister last night." Jace's voice was firm and cold, authoritative in every sense, and yet Aegon looked on, unfazed, if not amused. 

"What? Simply walking the halls of my father's castle?" He looked about pointedly, raising his hand to gesture to the balcony beside you all. Yet another mockery, you were certain of it. Aegon had no need to be here, no need to interrupt. If he had not come to purposefully seek you out, he certainly hadn't shied away from making his presence known. 

"In our mothers halls?" Jace was unrelenting, a sneer taking form across his face. When you tried to whisper up to him, gentle pleads to let it go, he ignored you entirely, keeping his eyes upon your uncle. 

Aegon grunted, fighting a scowl, before rolling his shoulders slightly, shaking the look of resentment into something cooler, a mask of friendliness. 'He is more deceptive than the scorpion,' you thought, biting the inside of your cheek as tension rose in waves across the hallway. 'That assures the frog he will not sting him, should he only let him upon his back." 

"I only wished to apologise," Aegon said, holding out his palms in defense, and you had to bite back the frown that tugged at your features. The silver man stood still for a second, his lips twitching upwards into the smallest of smiles, though you noticed the malice behind those lovely eyes. "I was hoping to walk the Princess to her chambers, so that we may talk...

privately." 

Your blood ran cold at the suggestion, though you fought to keep the hesitation from gracing your features. Jacaerys' lip curled at the thought, yet he looked to you for the answer, ever the courteous gentleman. You nodded stiffly, smiling up at him, though you felt slightly sick. You hadn't quite let go of your fury from the night before, but even more so you were embarrassed. Embarrassed that Aegon had gotten the better of you so quickly, embarrassed that you had been forced to flee his chambers in tears.  

Your mother would have scolded you for this though, told you that a dragon never bows, nor relents, so you forced the shame to the back of your mind, saying a quiet 'thank you' to your brother as you stepped away. Aegon held out a gloved hand, and you looped your arm through his, feeling uncomfortably colder stood next to the man than you had done beside Jace. 

You could feel the presence of your brother behind you until you turned a corner, watching you until you were far out of eyesight, and it wasn't until Aegon was sure that Jace was far enough behind that he spoke. 

"Don't tell me you've been brought back to Kingslanding to marry him?"  

Your lip curled, and you had to force yourself to hold your head high and not smack the man about the arm at the suggestion, already fighting off the red that began to sweep up your neck. "If it were any of your business, Aegon, I'm sure you would know." 

He laughed lowly at your words, humorously, as you rounded another corner, coming across a long hallway of doors. Light glimmered faintly from beneath the boards, the soft sounds of the room's inhabitants readying themselves for bed. "So, you are? How disappointing that must be for you, though I'm sure someone of your station can never raise their expectations high." 

Openly scowling, you turned your head up to him as you continued your walk, afraid that if you stopped you would be sucked into an argument that neither of you would end. "No, actually. In fact, a better match seems to be brewing between Jacaerys and your sister." 

Yet again, Aegon remained unfazed by your words, simply looking onwards with those eyes of steel and violet. "They are both imbeciles so I am sure they would suit each other rather well." 

Your nails embedded themselves involuntarily into your palms at his words, forcing yourself to take deep breaths so as not to entirely lower yourself to his standards. 'He wants to get you mad', you reminded yourself. 'Don't give him what he wants.' 

So, you kept yourself cool, looking back out towards the rooms in front of you, sharp and cold as night. "I thought you wished to apologise for your behaviour, Aegon, not further lower your reputation in my eyes." 

"You truly thought I meant to apologise?" The humour in his voice was antagonising. "No, I just hoped to piss off that idiot brother of yours." 

You whipped around at that, pulling your arm from his as you finally made it to your door. Your hand was already upon the handle, ready to slam the heavy wood shut in his face should he further provoke you. 

"Why must you be so pointlessly cruel? I have not been back longer than a day and you seem intent on plaguing every decent interaction with your hateful presence." Your words were a hiss of steel as you regarded those playful eyes. Aegon merely smiled, flashing perfectly white teeth. 

"I thought we had this conversation last night," He leaned against the doorframe, tilting his head as he looked down upon you. You only straightened your spine, staring back with a hardened gaze. His lips were still turning upwards in a hint of a smile. "I don't like you." 

"Finally," You laughed, exasperated, already inching the door open. "Something we can both agree upon." 

In less than three seconds, you had whipped the door open, slipped inside, and slammed the door shut against the man, still looking upon you with glee. It was as though your words awoke something within him, something cruel and delightful, and you did not wish to find out what. With added force, you slid the bolt shut on your door with a jolting thud, effectively blocking him from attempting to enter, and you could hear his muffled laugh at your gesture as you leaned against the wood with a sigh. 

It was long after his footsteps faded into the distance that you were finally able bring yourself to sleep. 

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house of the dragon masterlist // link to my general masterlist

General Warnings -

⚔️ This blog is 18+

🛡️ This particular masterlist currently contains only Aegon II Targaryen, Benjicot Blackwood, Aeron Bracken, Gwayne Hightower, and Criston Cole. however, i am open to writing about other hotd characters

⚔️ All of these fic's contain dark themes or content that is considered inappropriate by some readers, so adhere warnings! I am not responsible for your content consumption; so please read responsibly!

🛡️ If you happen to notice that something is not tagged appropriately or you feel a fic needs a particular warning, please let me know and I will do my best to correct this mistake.

⚔️ And, as always, happy reading!

A CRUEL FATE

⚔️ SUMMARY - Having been in love with Aegon your entire life, you always assumed that he never felt the same. Now set to wed his brother, Aemond, your frustration finally peaks and leads to you confessing your feelings.

🛡️ WARNINGS - suggestive language/actions, light use of y/n (sorry), sad aegon lol, obvious incest

LITTLE DRAGON

⚔️ SUMMARY - Your elder brother, Jace, attempts to teach you how to wield a sword. Aegon, your new betrothed, interrupts.

🛡️ WARNINGS - slight Jace x Reader, incest

THE CONQUEROR'S CROWN

⚔️ SUMMARY - After being captured by a member of the Kingsguard on your way to Winterfell, Aegon calls for you in the throne room.

🛡️ WARNINGS - light smut, oral, kidnapping, blades/blood, possible hematolagnia, eludes disappointed mom!rhaenyra (absolutely no bashing tho), and obvious incest

JEALOUSY

⚔️ SUMMARY - Dealing with the consequences of making Aegon jealous

🛡️ WARNINGS - abusive/toxic relationship, definite masochism, choking, brief mentions of blood, brief mentions of blades, targcest

PRECIPICE

⚔️ SUMMARY - Forced to attend a stuffy ball, you find yourself hiding beneath a table with Aegon.

🛡️ WARNINGS - implied targcest

SPARRING PARTNER

⚔️ SUMMARY - You and Aegon have hardly spoken since sharing a particularly sensual moment a month ago. Now he thinks he stands a chance in a sparring match.

🛡️ WARNINGS - implied targcest, hints to smut, blood, horny/stupid argon & reader

SWORN RIVALS

⚔️ SUMMARY - Taking up sparring with your sworn rival is likely never a good idea.

🛡️ WARNINGS - kieran burton fan cast, all character 18+, barely edited, blood, implied fighting, suggestive language but no real smut, likely ooc given that the episode hasn't even aired yet lmao

LADY STRONG

⚔️ SUMMARY - Stuck in the Riverland's on a marriage tour, you pretend to be Lady Strong when Benjicot Blackwood doesn't recognize you as the Princess of the Seven Kingdoms

🛡️ WARNINGS - kieran burton fan cast, all character 18+, not edited!!

THE BRIDGE

⚔️ SUMMARY - Your wardship with House Blackwood was meant to bridge the chasm between your families. Years later, you return to Stone Hedge as the whispers of war spread—only for Lord Tully to call for a hunt.

🛡️ WARNINGS - fem!reader, complicated sibling relationship, fighting, (probably excessive) mentions of blood, talks about hunting/killing wild animals, !angst!, adult language, reader def suffering from identity crisis, probably deviates from canon some, kieran burton fan cast for benji, all characters 18+

THE GOLD TANKARD

⚔️ SUMMARY - Benji is a regular at the tavern you work at—and you're starting to think he's forgetting his coin on purpose.

🛡️ WARNINGS - fem!reader, kieran burton fan cast, all characters 18+, suggestive/sexual language, not edited bc I'm lazy and wrote this for fun in like an hour

GOLD

⚔️ SUMMARY - You go sneaking through Bracken territory for some time alone with Aeron.

🛡️ WARNINGS - fem!reader, blackwood!reader, mentions of blood, mentions of fighting, no real plot, hurt/comfort, subtle rivals-to-lovers, aeron grabbing boobies lmao, maybe some grammar errors idk

LITTLE BRACKEN KNIGHT

⚔️ SUMMARY - You sneak into Aeron's room at Stone Hedge.

🛡️ WARNINGS - fem!reader, blackwood!reader not edited, suggestive language, hints towards smut but there is none, secret relationship trope ig, blackwood!reader being a little shit

A CONVERSATION BETWEEN OLD FRIENDS

⚔️ SUMMARY - Devotion will never be enough to make the Gods forgive you for the sin of your existence. They will keep finding new ways to punish you.

🛡️ WARNINGS - fem!reader, bastard!reader, septa!reader, mostly edited, heavy religious themes & guilt, angst, yearning, *slightly* ooc gwayne but mostly cause he's drunk and bitter lmao

SWORN PROTECTOR

⚔️ SUMMARY - After sneaking back into the Keep from a night spent out in the city, you find your sworn protector, Ser Criston Cole, waiting for you in your room.

🛡️ WARNINGS - fem!reader, targtower!reader, not edited, reader has mommy/daddy issues, duty turned devotion type bullshit, criston can't just guard a woman without falling in love ig, yearning

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Your Grace

Aegon Targaryen II x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Porn Without Plot, Cunnilingus, Overstimulation, p in v english is not my first language so probable there are mistakes. mistake of typing. shitty writing in general. Aegon ooc, anyways i hope you enjoy

You and Aegon have been engaged since you two were twelve. you pass  time together since then knowing each other, making a precious bond, you two walk in the gardens, have dinner together even Aegon takes you on a ride in his dragon. You love Aegon from the start. He can be so sweet with you and make you smile even in your worst moments. He was there when your father died and supported you and took care of you. 

he loves you as well, you see and bring out the best in him. Your relationship had a hard time when during fifteen and sixteen Argon was drinking all the time and going to brothels that hurt you deeply but you know he was just a broken boy who used these things to escape from the pain to not be loved by his mother and father. with a lot of effort and patience you achieved to get out from the box he got himself in. Since then he has done nothing but reward you for loving him even when at his worst moment. 

with the death of Aegon dad and you two turning nineteen you finally get married since Aegon was the new king was the perfect moment. The funny thing is even now with all you two been through you keep saying him by his title. He ask you in multiple occasions the you tell him by his name at least in the privacy of your chamber but he didn't have success you still call him ´´Your grace´´ 

Aegon goes into the chambers you two share after a long day with the council and addressing people's complaints. you are just with your bed clothes a white nightgown of the finest fabric, one of Aegon's many gifts.

- Your grace, how are you? - you ask him when he get in and you help him to undress

you always wait for him with a warm bath after a long day 

- is a nightmare all the world complains all the time, the plebs, my mom, Otto and Aemond going around with that judging face. i'm just too tired i don't even want this- he complains

you finish undressing him and you help him to get in the bath. - I know your grace, you have a lot of responsibilities... but is a honor being in his place and no matter what say Otto, Aemond or his mother you must feel proud and do all you can to the people of the realm be okay  -

you take care of him, flattering him, cleaning him to take the stress of him  

he let out a sigh - it's just to tired - 

- i know your grace and that's why i made to bring the best food and wine of the castle - you tell him while you help him to get out of the bath

he smile at you warmly - you are the sweetest thing in the world - he say grabbing your face and giving you a soft kiss in the lips

you blush deeply - thanks your grace- 

he let out sigh - my dear... already told you to call me by my name when we are in private -

you smile at him - your grace you know this is a lost battle - you say filling a cop with wine 

- it is? maybe are something i can do about it -

he grab the cop of wine and drinking it all in one gulp

- and what would that be? your grace - you mock of him 

he grabs you by the face and kisses you deeply, his tongue going inside your mouth. You cling to his arms as he kisses you. he cut the kiss and talk  to your ear 

- i'm going to make you cum until you say my name -

now you are blushing to the bone - wha.. what? - 

He takes you to the bed and makes you lay down. He climbs on top of you and kisses you deeply and goes between your legs. The kisses go to your neck leaving a trail of saliva, his hands on your thighs caressing up and down. you let out a sigh and arch your body to his touch. his hand go between your legs touching you core softly

- god you are so wet my dear - he say caressing with his fingers up and down 

you let out a moan, a knot beggins to build in your stomach. his finger buried inside you going in and out your legs trembling and and your breathing is agitated. he can notice you are so close 

-yeah that's it cum for my baby -

and you do it the orgams hit you like a flash you see white for a moment your body trembling and dripping around his fingers

your chest go up and down and aegon look at you with a smile

- how it was? - 

- that.. that was amazing your grace - you say still catching your breath

him narrow his eyebrows - well... good, but your still dont say my name - he say while start to going down 

you can feel his breath on your center 

- wait... your grace im still sensitive - you say trying to get him out 

- that's the point darling - 

a smile on his face while grab your hands to stop you from getting him out and licking your cunt. your arch your back at the feeling closing your thighs around his head instinctively

he let out a little laugh - we just started honey -

he let out your hand and you grab his hair letting he lick softly your clit you are not sure if you want more or he stops. whatever you only can moan while your legs shakes from the pleasure.

he make out another orgams from your body his chin dripping with your fluids 

your breath still heavy and you are completely tired but before you can even think lay down and put you on top of him 

- that was amazing honey but still i'm not hearing what i want - he say while grab you by the thighs and make you sit on his face

You can't fight, your thighs are shaking and you can even try to get up. He starts licking your clit, that sends you a shiver down your spine and you whine. you can't handle more of this your brain is a mess 

but still a third orgasm start to build en your stomach, Aegon tounge going in and out your cunt while his nose press your clit all you can do is moan loudly.  instinctively you star to move your hips riding his face you can feel de smirk agaisnt your cunt. 

you come again your clint tingeling and your cunt twitching while you hold to the head of the bed.

Aegon gently lowers you down and lets you lie down. your chest going up and down and your lost gaze on the ceiling, you can feel him kissing you and caressing you

- are you okay? - he ask you 

you nod is all you can do. and you can feel him getting between your legs again. he rubs his hard cock on your weetness and you squirm for de overstimulation

- your grace please not i can't anymore - you say whining

- i know my love but you still dont doing what i ask so apparently you still can handle it... -

He starts to push inside you with his cock. he is soft and gentle, not wanting to hurt you. you squirm and shake under him the pleasure and the uncomfort from the overstimulation mixing 

- fuck you suked me in my queen - he say while lay his head against yours

you hug him tight, needing something to hold onto in the face of sensations. He starts to push inside you going in easily for your multiple orgasm.

your gasping and sinking your nails in Aegon´s back. your cunt trembles around his cock and the knot on your lower belly is tight and burn. you move your hips smashing against his 

Every time you move your hips he hits a soft place inside you the drives you crazy.

- come on baby - he flatters you - i know you wanna say it - he tease while he moves  his hips softly in differents angles to drives you mad

you are a twitching mess you can't handle anymore and you whine and cry out

- Aegon.. please.. i can't. please Aegon just make me cum - 

he smile ear to ear - oh my love - he say on your neck while start thrusting faster

your legs are around his waist and you hold on to him while the four orgasm of the night hit you. you are literally crying when you cum again. The liberation hits you like a lighting making you fall apart on Aegon's cock. you repeat his name like a mantra while you pull his hair for the pleasure

you can feel his seed inside you, he crying your name too while he comes. Both stay there holding each other while the euphory goes down.

finally he get out of you and lays down bringing you to rest on his chest. 

- you see i wasnt so hard to make you say mine name.. just i have to fuck you till you cry from the pleasure - he laugh 

you laugh too - yeah it wasn't too hard Aegon - you tease him tasting the name on your tongue.

both of fall sleep quickly completely tired for the activity

[illtakeyoutowonderland]

I can see you

Modern!Aemond x Reader A/N: This will probably be a series

Summary: You meet the Targaryean brothers at one of your new jobs parties

It was the first big event at the new company you were working on you had assisted. A big End of The Year kind of party, even though, for you, it had been no more than five months, but it was already December. You had moved from your own city to this new one, leaving it all behind, not looking back. It was rough, but necessary for you. You had applied to various jobs looking for the perfect opportunity, and excuse, to leave and it all had worked out. You were happy with your new job and your little new apartment. Except for this moment when you were cursing for putting yourself into a pair of high heels that you were so not used to walk in, let alone stand up for a few long hours

"Stop it!" Kate whispered to your ear as you switch you weight from one foot to the other, groaning in pain. You were feeling extremely uncomfortable and your feet were killing you "Focus on the handsome men talking and you'll forget your pain" She said cheekily as she pointed to the stage. Of course this parties had speeches. You know, the ones where the high ranks and CEO´s of the company talk about hard work and how amazing it is to work with them. Those speeches. 

"Who are they again?" You asked your friend. This time, not only your own bosses were on stage but another whole family stood on the spotlight. They didn't work in your company, apparently they were just guests? It was all so weird

"They are the Targaryen's" She explained. Apparently they were a whole family of lawers, very well known in the business. Complete strangers to you "The blonde man talking now is Viserys, the father. And that's Alicent, his wife. Then you have Aegon, Aemond and Helaena" She said pointing to the blonde trio that looked as if they were rather be in any other place in the world but there.

"What kind of names are those?" You snorted already forgetting them as your friend shrugged

"The kind I wouldn't mind to see in my marriage licence" She grinned and you both laughed, grateful that the people around you started clapping so no one noticed the two of you. She explained to you how they came for a very long line of wealthy family "Stupidly rich" Were her exact words "Even if they all stop working today they will still have aough money for them and their own grandchildren" She said regarding the sibling's trio

"And why are they here? This is an audit and tax company. Don't they have their own legal or whatever company?"

"Yes, we have our own lawyers" She said as people started to leave the room to go back to the party "But Viserys is, conveniently, an extremly close friend to our own beloved CEO, so they get invited to every party. That and it works for both companies, you know? The give each other enough publicity and audience while being in contact with important clients"

"So this is a Marketing Campaign" You said socoffing "I'm sure that's a very warm friendship"

"That's how the world works, I guess" Kate grabbed a glass of wine, offering you another one but you declined and excused yourself to go to the lady's room. That's what they were calling them apparently

You were heading to the bathrooms, too focused on your own little world, you didn't noticed the voices at first until you reached the bathroom door "You are a disgrace to the family" You stopped in your tracks, you knew that voice, you just heard it. But the joyfull tone it had a few minutes ago was more than gone now. The raw, scoffing laugh of someone else was the only response "Oh, so you think this is funny?!" The man said raising his voice and you walked towards the corner trying to see who was yelling, blaming your curiosity on the expensive champagne you just had, you found a very angry Viserys Targaryean yelling at one of his sons. His back was turned to you, luckily, so he didn't see you. But his son did. What was his name again? Argon? Ergon? Eragon? "You will never get anywhere in life" Viserys said and you look at the older man in shock with his words. You knew this was not of your business, you should've left the seconds you heard their voices but you couldn't move, as if you were the one being scolded. You looked over to the young man again and found him looking at you, expressionless face you thought for a second but his big eyes were on the verge of tears "You are a dissapointment and that's all you will ever be!" Viserys said and took a step back turning around to leave and you knew you had to leave too, before he saw you. You were quick on your steps as you entered the bathroom and heard Visery's steps fade away. 

"What the fuck?" You whispered to yourself as you tried to process and decide if it was a good idea to check on his son or leave it be. You chose the second option "None of my bussiness" You said as you looked at yourself in the mirror after freshing you up and got out of the bathroom and looked for your friends

A couple of hours had passed, a few more glasses of champagne and wine, when you head towards the bathroom once amore time. Once outside again you welcomed the breeze of the night fresh air on your face as you looked to your left and saw a very lonley young Targaryean sitting on a bench on a dark corner, smoking. You weren't exactly drunk but your tipsy state obviously made you more brave as you sighed and accepted the fact that you couldn't just leave him alone without checking how he was

So you walked over there and sat next to him without a word. Half not knowing what to say and half realizing this was a weird thing to do for a stranger, you looked back to the party, focusing on the horizon. He looked at you for a few seconds in silence before he offered you a smoke "No, thank you" You said to him with a smile and the silence was back "I'm Y/N" You said after a few minutes

"Oh, I know" He said with a smirk on his face and you looked at him shocked "I saw you overhearing my conversation with my beloved father" He said in a slight mocking tone "Had to know who you were in case you decided to make his feelings go public. Damage control and stuff, you know? We are a very respectful and loving family after all" His tone was clearly sarcastic and you couldn't help but snort

"I noticed"

"You did..." He agreed but then continued "So, please, keep it to yourself? Apparently we have an image to maintain and I would love not to be publicly recongnized as the disapointment of the Targaryaen House. Not more than I already am" You didn't have to be a genius to recognize the sadness in his voice. He truly believed every word his father had said to him

"Oh, I'm sorry to dissapoint you" You said as you turned to him "But the gossip is already all over My Space profile, can't back down now" You faked grimance and he let out a hard, genuine laugh at the mention of the old platform "Do not laugh, I have a fanbase to maintain" You said laughing as he laughed harder at your joke

"I'm sure you do. Haven't laugh this hard in a while" He said holding his stomach. It wasn't that funny honestly, your joke. You just figured he needed the excuse to laugh "But seriously, please do not post it on Twitter or whatever..."

"Couldn't even if I wanted to" You said to him "I don't have a Twitter account" You said shrugging

"Who doesn't have a Twitter account?!" He exclaimed, surprised at your comment "Let me guess, you are a TikTok Girl?"

"I am clearly and Insta Girl!" You said feigning being hurt as you signal yourself with your hands and he hold up his as a sign of surrender saying sorry "I do have TikTok though, even though I never posted any videos on it" You both laugh and the silence took over one more time

"I'm Aegon" He said after a few minutes and you looked at him "You probably knew that already, just thought I should introduce myself, too" He almost whipered 

"It's nice to meet you Aegon" You offered him a smile and he replied with one of his "And, honestly no. I'm new in town so I have absolutely no idea who more than half of the people here are" You said looking over to the party one more time "That includes you and your family I'm afraid"

"Huh... That's actually refreshing" He said more to himself than to you and then turned his whole body to you "Would you like to go somewhere else?"

"What... what do you mean?" You said surprised at the sudden change of subject

"I mean leave the party, we can grab my car and just go...?"

"Hey Aegon!" Someone called him and you both turned to see his brother looking very annoyed and walking to the pair of you "Come on, let's go"

"Dear brother! Don't be rude, I'm talking to my friend here" Aegon said pointing at you. Aemond looked at you from head to toe and rolled his eyes at his brother "Y/N this is Aemond, Aemond Y/N" He introduce the two of you with a big smile and you waved at Aemond not entirely sure how to react. He gave you a quick nod as he turned to Aegon again

"Come on. Hel and mom want to go home and I cannot deal with any other person or their dramas tonight" He said with a  heavy sigh turning to leave "You can ask for her number and flirt with her any other day"

"Oh, no no. We are not flirting" You said and stood up too fast puting distance between you and Aegon "I wasn't flirting"

"I know" Ageon calmly reassured you and looked at his brother "Told you she's a friend"

"Yeah, right" Aemond said with a scoff but Aegon hold his gaze "You always have someone new, how am I supposed to know you are not trying to get in her pants? Or skirt" He said looking over to your dress and you suddenly felt very very naked

"Aemond!" Aegon exclaimed as he stood up and face his brother "That is enough"

"Ok... I'm gonna go..." You said as you noticed this was, again, a family thing 

"Wait, Y/N" Aegon stopped you "I apologized for my brother" He said giving him a look but Aemond looked bored already "I wasn't trying anything with you, I swear"

"Listen, I just wanted to check on you after... you know" You didn't completed the sentence as you looked over at Aemond not sure if he was supposed to know, but that caght his attention as he turned to look at you "And you are fine, so I'm just gonna leave you two be"

"After what?" Aemond asked but neither of you responded "Aegon, after what? What happened?"

"Father gave me his usual uplifting speach a few hours ago" Aegon said shrugging "You know, the one where he explains in detail how I'm a disgrace to the family and a disappointment. She heard" He pointed at you and you avoided Aemond's gaze "Father is not being very careful on who notices his outbrusts, lately" Aegon finished as he lighted up another cigarette. He noticed the worry on his brother face "I already talk to her, she won't say a thing"

"I'll talk to him" Aemond said not looking at you, as you weren't even part of the conversation. Which made you question if you should intervine or not

"Don't" Aegon sternly said "We do not know how he would react, she could lose her job"

"Wait what...?"

"I don't care! He can't keep doing this..."

"Fuck you Aemond!" You said louder than expected as you walked up to him and both brothers turned to look at you "Fuck you, I do care. It is my job" You hold his gaze for a few seconds. Aemond was in shock you had insulted him while Aegon was smiling broadly "I already told Aegon I wasn't going to say anything. If you don't believe that sound like a you problem. But I will not have my job and career ruined because of a spoiled little boy" It was kind of funny to call him little boy considering he was way taller than you and you were wearing heels at the time

"You tell him, girl" Aegon cheered for you 

"I am NOT a little boy" Aemond said closing even more the little space between you two, anger clearly on his face. And from this distance now you could see him better, how blue his eyes were... eye, his right eye was blue. You noticed the difference with the left one, not as bright and turning a little grey. You noticed his pouted lips and his sharp chin, and fuck was he hot. Saddly, he was an idiot you convinced yourself as you tried to hold his gaze again and noticing how his own eyes were scattering your face

"He is a Twitter Boy" Aegon said trying to lighten up the mood and breaking you both from the little bubble

"Of course he is" You said rolling your eyes earning a laugh from Aegon

"What's that supposed to mean?" Aemond said feeling insulted

"You know exactly what it means" You didn't even know what it meant but you weren't letting him have the last word. Aemond open his mouth to speak again but you ignored him as you turned to walk to Aegon "It was nice to meet you, Aegon" You offered him a smile which he returned and with that you were gone. You walked towards your friends trying to ignore the feeling of two pair of eyes looking at your back as you walk away

[lovelykhaleesiii]

❛ i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making. ❜

Argon and his girlfriend need to FaceTime due to maybe business stuff, and she gets horny and ruts on a pillow by the sight of his shirtless form…

Aegon ii SMUT Prompt #9

pairing: modern!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Reader

warnings: Daddy kink, mentions of masturbation (female + male), swearing, mentions of p in v, NSFW dialogue.

You hated that Aegon was not with you at this very moment. Gone away for some family business venture, it was only temporary yet undoubtedly challenging, for this was the first instance you guys had at being physically apart. And right now, you needed him in every possible way.

“Aeg, you have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now. Fuck, I miss you, Daddy.”

You sent the text message above, eager to see Aegon’s response. You weren’t normally this upfront or direct, but having been two weeks of little to no pleasure with your own means, you missed your boyfriends fat cock. You felt yourself more temperamental than usual, work was frustrating as it is, and without Aegon’s soothing presence, you felt your mood swings shift without warning.

It was only a minute that had gone by when Aegon had responded.

“I miss you more my Princess. You and that needy, little cunt of yours. You free to video call?”

Without a second to spare, you FaceTimed Aegon immediately, a beaming smile on your face as you laid sprawled over your bed cozily.

“Hey baby.”

Aegon’s husky, low voice echoed from the phone as you returned the welcome.

“Oh Aeg- How much more longer, I’m missing you too much now-”

Your eyes felt teary and Aegon was quick to notice, as his gaze softened on the screen. It seemed he was in bed also, shirtless with a tiresome look on his face. Fuck it drove you wild just seeing him only partially naked, that touch starved feeling you could sate yourself just by the sheer sight of his bare chest.

“Long day, Daddy?”

“Aw baby. Yeah we had meetings all day, boring people just talking on and on. All I could think of was that pretty face and cunt of yours begging, all the things I’m going to do when I’m back.”

“Tell me more, Aeg-”

Shuffling in your position, Aegon notices your hand sneaking it’s way down below the screen where it cuts off, but he knows your mischief. By the look of your face, as your eyes shut momentarily before focusing back on him, squirming.

“More, Aeg. How bad do you want me to beg?”

“Beg like you’ve never done before, I’m going to have you on your fucking knees, crying for my cock, how much you’ve missed it, how much you need it, how nothing could do you the same justice as me.”

“That’s right, Aeg. Nothing-”

The muffling of movements from Aegon’s end, stirred your eyes awake, as your fingers halted below from between your folds.

“Fuck-” Now he was seated upright, one hand holding the phone you’d presumed and the other cutting below the screen, laying down on his abdomen.

“Look at what you do to me, what you make me do. Such a needy, little Princess, I’ve spoiled you too much.”

Helpless moans and pleas of his name escape your mouth just above a whisper. You could feel your back slowly arching against the mattress, as Aegon glared at your tits, bare and free from the restraints of a bra.

“What a mess you are baby, even when I’m not there. Such a pathetic, little mess. Let me see how many.”

Tilting your phone down, as you pulled the shorts down more, Aegon had a visible glimpse of your promiscuous gesture. A cheeky smirk beamed across his face, as his other hand hastened motions from below, his phone swaying in sync to his body.

“Only two? C’mon baby, add another digit for me-”

Doing so, you shoved on more finger in slowly, your hand already coated with your mess, glistening in the dim light reflecting off the phone.

“Good, good girl. Now I’ll show you mine-”

Immediately your eyes widened in alert, as you panned your attention to Aegon’s rigid, upright dick on the screen. His hand hastily and somewhat aggressively jerking his cock, his pre-cum oozing from the blush tip. The size itself was large, his hand just barely gripping its circumference in it’s entirety, and the veins potent, you felt a pang between your thighs, your walls clenching viscerally as if his cock was inside of you at this very second.

“Look at what you do to me, fuck. I have to jerk myself off every chance I get to think of you.”

Your moans became even more excruciatingly loud, and the thrust, sloshing sounds echoing from your phone alongside Aegon’s moans, was like a orchestrated symphony.

“T-Tell me how much you want Daddy’s big, fat cock, baby.”

You could barely make out what Aegon had said, let alone the incoherent thoughts in your mind, as you envisioned him here with you, you remained quiet besides the moaning and groaning.

“Y/N! How much?”

“S-So much,” You quietly whimpered, biting your lip, as you bucked your hips forward, pressing your breasts together, just the perfect sight of your cleavage for Aegon.

“I’m sorry, what was that? I can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making.”

“I need Daddy’s cock, so f-fucking much. P-Please, come back to me.”

****

Your wish his command, Aegon couldn’t bare a single more day in your absence. That same night following your little one on one session, he’d booked a return flight, with the excuse that you were “ill.” His family unimpressed by his prompt leave, he could care less about. He had to be with you, if it was one way or another, he was going to fuck you senseless himself, face to face.

[nerys-nerie]

The Handmaiden and her Princess.

Helaena Targaryen x Fem!Reader

This is sort of a part two but it can be read on its own.

This was meant to be a bunch of head canons but sort of turned into like a story at the end.

Warning: Kind of suggestive, but mostly fluffy. Aegon is his own warning.

•After that lovely night you and Helaena began holding hands when no one was watching. Though it wasn’t odd if people did see you holding hands because it was just seen as friendly. She also began giving you small pecks when she thought you two were alone in the gardens.

•If you think she gave you too much things before- well. You’re about to be surprised.

•Every morning when you walked into her room she was always awake and waiting. (Of course that’s on the nights you two don’t spend together. ;))

•She would gift you more dresses. She would even stitch dragonflies into them herself. It made her so happy when she saw you wearing them. Maybe it was a little possessive of her but Helaena loved how everyone knew you were hers. Even if everyone thought you were just her favorite handmaiden.

•Helaena liked watching you play with her children. She liked to imagine they were yours and hers. Not Aegon’s. Sometimes she hoped they would call you father instead of Aegon but sadly they’re not blind.

•Late at night she learned quickly how to use her tongue just the way you like. She liked to watch you writhe beneath her as she cooed at you.

•”My good girl.” “That’s it my darling, come all over my fingers dragonfly.”

•You had no idea where this dominate personality came from. One day she slapped your butt and you sat there shell shocked for a bit while she laughed.

•But even though the two of you were in a honeymoon sort of state, it didn’t stop Aegon from his drinking shenanigans. One day you happened to walk in on him.

“You look quite beautiful today my wife.” Aegon commented while sweeping a piece of hair behind her ear. The man could barely stand on his two feel but he really didn’t care.

“You’re drunk.” The Princess stated quietly with a frown. “You should sleep.”

“Would you join me, sweet wife?” Argon said with hooded eyes.

“No, thank you.” The words flew out of her mouth quickly.

When she tried to walk away he grabbed her hips roughly and pulled her back in front of him.

“I might have phrased it as a question, but it wasn’t one.” He snapped.

Helaena looked like she was close to tears when Aegon pulled on her dress.

“Ahem!” You cleared your throat rather loudly. It got the prince’s attention and your sweet Helaena’s.

Aegon made a move to speak but you beat him to the punch.

“Pardon me, my prince, but Princess Helaena is needed elsewhere.” You sounded furious. Helaena could tell. Your anger was not directed at her, but it was startling all the same.

In truth you were so upset you could tear his dead eyes from his head. (Run Aemond.) You stared straight into his drunken soul as he stared back. He was furious too. You had cockblocked him, and you would continue to do so from now on.

“I’m sure it can wait. Marital duties should come above tea time.” Aegon responded.

“Yes, my Prince, if of course it was tea time,” Your tone was patronizing. “But it is not. The Queen would like to speak to her daughter, the Princess.”

You could see Aegon’s smooth brain twisting at each of your words. His frown grew at the thought of upsetting his mother. Well, not upsetting her, but getting punished by her.

‘You’re not touching her today, you cunt.’ You thought to yourself.

Helaena tilted her head in question at you as her tears began to dissipate. She didn’t remember a meeting with her mother this evening.

“Fine.” He said begrudgingly. “Though I don’t think you have to go with her do you-“

“Yes, she does.” Helaena interjected.

Aegon looked shocked for a moment, his sister wife had never raised her voice before at him till now. He nearly gulped.

Helaena didn’t wait for him to answer as she grabbed your hand and stomped away.

“My mother doesn’t need to see me, does she?” Your Princess asked.

“No, no she doesn’t, my love.” You squeezed her hand slightly.

“Thank you.” Helaena mumbled to you with a grateful smile.

•After that incident, you became a natural cockblocker for Aegon. He even stopped trying so much with her, but every time he did, you were there with a ‘meeting’.

•The meetings were fake but it gave you two some alone time in the gardens with her favorite bugs.

•You were slightly scared of the ones with 8 legs but you tried your best to hold them for her. Once it started to travel up your arm she would rescue you and put it back in her hands.

•She wished to show you Dreamfyre. With her whole heart she wanted to. She would just have to wait till the perfect moment.

•She had asked you about meeting her before but you blanched.

“Isn’t that the dragon who tried to eat Prince Aemond?” You asked with wide eyes.

“Well… yes.” Her cheeks reddened. “But she won’t harm you, I know it.”

“How do you know that?” Your eyes were trying to go back to normal size but being eating by a giant lizard didn’t seem to be your favorite idea.

“Because I care for you.” Helaena answered quickly. “She’ll feel it. We’re bonded. You will be accepted, I swear it, my dragonfly.”

“…okay.”

“Really?” Her face lit up at your tiny answer.

“Mmmm, yes.” You have in because she is just so pretty when she smiles.

She shook with excitement as she squealed and jumped into your arms.

“I promise, you won’t regret this my darling!”

The next couple days you spent the time preparing yourself, even when the two of you were sharing a bath you couldn’t help but feel fear. It honestly wasn’t your fault, that dragon tried to kill her brother but won’t kill you????

At least she’d be with you in your final moments. That’s what you told yourself to feel okay with the situation.

Helaena was so excited she was nearly jumping for joy. She made you change into riding gear which made you pause for a moment.

“Pardon me, my love, but why do I need to?” You asked with a fake smile.

“To ride of course!” Helaena giggled as she braided your hair. She was already wearing her riding gear, and she also held a basket probably with some food in it, you guessed.

“Oh?” You choked out.

“It’s been forever since I last rode! I hope she still remembers me.” Helaena said jokingly.

This made you want to scream because your fearful state of mind did not pick up on the “joking” part of her voice.

‘What do you mean by that????’ You wanted to ask.

When you arrived at the dragon pit, which you delayed the best you could by “slipping” on almost every stone on the way down. She patted your back each time with a smile which almost made you feel guilty.

Helaena told the dragon keepers to bring her Dreamfyre out. They obeyed.

When you heard a roar that shook the earth beneath you, you started shaking in your boots. You looked over to Helaena who just stood there with a wide smile on her face, said smile made you loose focus for a moment. You smiled for a moment too until you looked back at the hole in the ground which had a large blue dragon coming out of it.

Helaena ran up to her, setting the basket down for a moment, and hugged her snout. The dragon let out a satisfied growl. She was happy to see Helaena too.

‘Don’t scream. Don’t scream. Don’t scream.’ You nearly did scream as the large eyes landed on you.

Dreamfyre let out a large huff in your direction. Helaena let go of her snout, picked up the basket, and walked back to you.

She tried to pull you to her but you froze. Helaena looked at you concerned.

“Do you trust me?” She held out her hand.

“Of course I do.” You took her hand and followed her to Dreamfyre.

The dragon looked wary as Helaena walked you to her. Dreamfyre quickly felt the warmth from her rider towards you. The she-dragon tilted her head at the two’s closeness.

Because she noticed how much her rider cared for you she allowed you to place your hand on her. Dreamfyre closed her eyes and tried to sense something in you. When she opened her eyes again her rider had her arms around your waist with her head on your shoulder with a large smile.

Dreamfyre liked you. You made Helaena happy.

“How about we go for a ride, hm?” Helaena spoke to her mount.

Dreamfyre seemed to understand her as she shook excitedly with happy huffs.

“Come on.” Helaena grabbed your hand and led you to the side where her riding saddle was. She placed the basket in the saddle’s baggage holder. (Shhh, I don’t know if that’s actually a think, but it is today.)

Once the two of you climbed to the top of her dragon she made you sit in-front of her so she could make sure you’re safe. Of course she also wanted to be able to see and feel your thighs.

•Side note she totally is a thigh girl. Don’t look at me like that, you know it too.

“Are you ready?” She whispered into your ear.

Your face heated up. “I believe so, yeah.”

Okay, I know you don’t wanna know this, but you totally screamed. Then you started laughing, like out of control type laugh.

Helaena started laughing with you as you reached the clouds. You had a hand on her thigh behind you and one hand gripping the hell out of the saddle in front of you.

You felt this sense of freedom. You didn’t have to hide your touches with Helaena above the clouds. You could scream from the top your lungs that you love her with all your heart and no one could say anything.

She bit her bottom lip when you squeezed more of her upper thigh. Helaena wanted nothing more than to taste you right now, but she would wait until you landed somewhere deserted.

Which wasn’t long, because your Princess was impatient. You climbed down the saddle and then helped Helaena down like a true gentlewoman.

Her basket was in hand and she began laying down a blanket as you took in your surroundings. It was a meadow filled with flowers next to a dense deep green forest. When you closed your eyes to focus you could hear a brook nearby with birds chirping loudly.

“Dragonfly?” She rubbed your arms with her hands as she turned you towards her. “Are you alright?”

“Never better, Helaena darling.” You answered which made her grin. She loved it when you used her name.

“Come, come! I brought cake!” She exclaimed and dragged you to the cover.

The conversation went smoothly between the both of you. It felt so natural and right to just sit and speak to her.

Once the two of your were finished with your lunch she slowly crawled over to you and leaned over you lap and kissed you softly. And again, and again, and so on.

Helaena sat her head in your lap and breathed out a relaxed sigh. You grabbed a wildflower and placed it in her hair. You wished you had brought a book with you so you could read to her.

Helaena wished you two could stay in this meadow forever. You, Dreamfyre, and cake. She wished to take you across the narrow sea and see every wonder that the world has to offer. She wished only the best for you.

[asoiafsworld]

you drew stars around my scars (but now i'm bleeding)

pairing; aegon targaryen x fem!oc (alyssa velaryon)

summary; alyssa velaryon comes as a miracle to rhaenyra targaryen, a trueborn daughter with silver hair and dark skin that mirrors her father, ser laenor velaryon. she is dutiful, loved, respected, kind and the most beautiful woman in the seven kingdoms. and she falls in love with her uncle, prince aegon targaryen, a fearsome knight that is just as respected and loved as the woman he loves. they are bound by something greater that only they can feel, meant to burn and crash together. it is only unfortunate that every person around them does not want them to be together.

warnings; none just a lot of fluff!!

author's note; i haven't posted anything in a long time but pls take this is a consolation gift <33 i never planned to write for argon but hes basically very oc here bc aegon is a good boy to me! hope u enjoy it <3

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RHAENYRA

 “YOU CUNT!”, she hears herself scream faintly, a sound that is close and far, loud and faint at the same time. Her body is burning with pain and agony, a frown is visible on her face and she breathes through her nose and exhales through her mouth. She swallows the lump in her throat that feels as thick as the head of the baby that she’s trying to push out. Come out, you little gremlin. I’ll give you a piece of my mind, she thinks. 

Rhaenyra was incredibly nervous and terrified of giving birth due to the memories of her mother and the loss that is still carved into her heart. She wishes for her mother to be at her side, wants her dear mother to hold her hand and tell her it will be alright. But she’s not here, she will never meet any of her grandchildren and it pains the young princess so much to think about it.

The midwives surrounding her will have to do for now and they are doing a good job. She reminds herself to thank them and apologize when this is over because of the curses she has thrown at them and is sure that she won’t think of the midwife between her legs as a cunt when the babe is finally out.

She continues to push and breathe, just like she was told and the pain is awful, worse than anything she has ever felt before. The child bed is our battlefield, her mother had once said. How wise Queen Aemma had been… and how terribly she died.

Rhaenyra almost doesn’t recognize how the pressure from between her legs is gone and only opens her eyes when she hears a shrill scream. There is still pain that lingers but without a babe trying to fight it’s way outside, some of the pain subsides immediately and the princess is grateful for it. She feels tears roll down her cheeks for the second time that day, this time of relief and happiness, opposed to the tears of agony and pain she had cried earlier. Her little bundle of joy is wrapped in a cloth and pressed into her arms by a smiling nurse who confirms that the baby is healthy and a girl. She looks down at her little one, her first child, her girl, her heir to the throne. There is a small tuft of white-blonde hair on her head and her skin is dark, a little lighter than Laenor but certainly darker than Rhaenyra's and it makes the Crown Princess want to scream and laugh from relief. Her daughter, her firstborn child is without a trace of doubt a child of Targaryen and Velaryon blood, something that Rhaenyra wasn’t sure would happen.

Rhaenyra did consumate her marriage with her husband, Ser Laenor Velaryon. They had however only lain twice with one another, both occurrences a few weeks after their joyless wedding. After that, her interest of Ser Harwin Strong had grown, who is now her sworn knight and her husband had equally found companionship in a different man’s arms. The first time she had lain with Harwin was only a few days after the last time she had done her duty with her husband, which is why it was difficult for Rhaenyra to know who’s child she would give birth to. She was more expecting for a pale skinned and dark haired babe to be placed in her arms but she certainly does not mind being surprised like this… no one would question the legitimacy of this babe, a spitting image of Laenor.

The princess holds the little creature close to her, who hasn’t stopped crying but has gotten quieter in voicing her discomfort. She is certain that in the throes of her pain, it had felt like the babe was much bigger than what she’s holding in her arms, small even for a babe but still healthy. She vaguely registers that the midwives are telling her guards to call for her husband and father as she only has eyes for her little one.

You will understand how much I love you when you have your own children, her mother had once said to her. The younger version of her had only scoffed at that but now she understands what her beloved late mother was trying to tell her. It only takes one look at her daughter to know and realize that she would lay down her life for the little babe, so enamored with how she curiously stretches her neck and flails her arms about. Rhaenyra knows that she is still crying but she doesn't care, only cares for her daughter, her flesh and blood, her little dragon. She doesn’t dare to look away from her for even a second and places a long, sweet kiss on her forehead. She brushes over her head with one hand and wants to cry even more at how perfect her little one is.

“I was going to have a stern word with you about the pain you have caused me… But it seems that I am much too in love with you to even scold you. My little one, my little dragon. I know that you are born for the realm, that many men will want to guide you at a young age and teach you everything you need to know about ruling a kingdom… but I could never let you part from my side. How could I when you are so sweet and perfect and fit right into my arms? My sweet little dragon.”

Rhaenyra leans down and gives a soft kiss to the babe’s forehead who stirs at the touch but otherwise remains calm and quiet. She spends a few moments like this, simply staring at the beautiful creature she had made and held in her womb for nine moons… And realizes then that all the sickness she felt, all the heaviness from carrying her heavy womb, all the pain she had gone through just now, it was all worth it. Worth it in the way the babe holds her finger in a tight grip, in how her little head seems to turn in every direction trying to figure itself out. She doesn’t know how she can ever let her go and hand her off to someone else. 

Her head snaps up at the sound of the door opening and Laenor looks at her with wide eyes and a big grin on his youthful face. Rhaenyra doesn’t remember seeing such joy on his face since before their dreadful wedding. He approaches the bed and his eyes fall down to the babe in her arms, bundled up in a soft, velvet cloth. She watches as he comes closer and his eyes widen when he finally sees her and realizes that the child is his… possibly the only trueborn child that Rhaenyra could ever give him.

Her closeness with Ser Harwin since the wedding is not something she hid from her husband. Laenor even encouraged it, told her to be with him if it brought her happiness. Because of her closeness with him and her attempts with Laenor, Rhaenyra could not be sure of who’s child she would give birth to and she knew deep down in her heart that if she is to bear any future children, they would be Harwin’s and not Laenor’s… but she will love them all the same.

Laenor’s shocked gaze is on her now but she smiles at him in happiness and relief that is clearly mirrored on his face. He puts a hand to her head, gently brushing over her forehead and her barely visible white hair. He leans down and presses a kiss to her forehead, so soft and gentle as if she could break. Rhaenyra sees tears gather in his eyes and she knows then that this child means everything to him. He takes her into his arms and Rhaenyra almost wants to cry at the loss but keeps her eyes settled on Laenor who looks quite comical with his daughter in his arms, a big grin on his face and tears falling down his cheeks. The midwives are fussing around and starting to clean up and Rhaenyra knows she needs to get up and take a bath but how can she leave her little one out of her sight? How could she ever look away from her precious girl? Not holding her in her arms is bad enough as it is.

“My daughter, my precious girl. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me… My beautiful girl. You’ll be the most beautiful woman in the realm, the most wonderful queen of the seven kingdoms. My perfect little girl.” He kisses her forehead once more and it’s so sweet and loving that it almost feels too intimate for Rhaenyra to watch. Laenor turns to her with a blinding smile that makes her smile back at him. She might never bear any more of his children but at least they have her.

Laenor continues to dote on her and gently rocks her back and forth as her maids clean up the mess of blood all around her and prepare a bath for her. Rhaenyra is a mess of sweat and blood, her body aches from all the pushing, her throat feels sore from screaming but she still can not look away from the miracle that her husband is holding in his arms and she wishes she could hold her again… Surely he’s held her longer than she did before she was taken from her.

Just as she is about to call for Laenor to give her back, the doors open once more and her father and Alicent walk in. Great, she thinks. He’ll surely not let her go either.

“We rushed here as soon as we heard. My first grandchild! Now, let me see her.” Her father smiles brightly as he approaches her husband who seems very reluctant to hand the newborn off but does so all the same. Viserys smiles down at the little bundle and he seems so happy, so carefree as if he was holding his own child. She sees the facade of a smile on Alicent’s face crumble at that because her stepmother has never seen the king hold any of his children with her with so much care and love. Rhaenyra watches the queen compose herself and how she smiles at her step-granddaughter with veiled bitterness in her eyes and it makes Rhaenyra’s blood boil, makes her skin itch. She has half a mind to stand up and rip the baby away and back to her chest, where she belongs but her father dotes on her so sweetly, whispers to her about how beautiful and strong she will be and her love for her father and daughter is greater than her hate for Alicent.

“Have you named her yet?” The venom drips from the queen’s mouth with her words and her smile does nothing to soothe Rhaenyra. She then looks at her father who has looked up from the babe in his arms to look at her and Laenor. Her husband looks at her and nods happily, reassuring her of their previously discussed decision.

“Her name shall be Alyssa. Named after Queen Alyssa, the first Velaryon married into House Targaryen since the Conquest… and of course, after my grandmother.” Rhaenyra says her words carefully since she knows that her grandmother is a sore subject for her father but knows that he would love the chosen name. Viserys’ face lights up even more and he looks back down at the babe. Rhaenyra watches as he softly brushes a thumb over her tiny cheek and her heart warms in a way she has never felt before. How ironic, she thinks. I was so against marrying and being bound to bear children… and now I am utterly on my knees for this tiny little creature. My daughter. Rhaenyra’s heart clenches at the thought and for the first time, she is happy that she was somewhat forced into this marriage.

“A wonderful name for a beautiful little girl. She’ll be a good and kind queen but hopefully not as troublesome of a girl as your grandmother used to be.” Rhaenyra, Viserys and Laenor laugh at that. Alicent’s faked smile remains unmoved.

A few more minutes pass by as Viserys dotes on his grandchild before he gives her back to Laenor. Rhaenyra still lies in bed but is sat upright, a blanket over her lower body to hide the blood. Her father comes to her and kisses her forehead sweetly, squeezes her hand and smiles warmly. 

“You did well, my dear. I know you were scared but your efforts were worth it, you have a beautiful daughter now and proven that you’re worthy of what I have bestowed upon you by having an heir. She’ll be loved and cherished, your little Alyssa.” Rhaenyra smiles at her father and she can tell that he’s proud of her, something that Rhaenyra has always craved and so rarely received… she wishes that it would be for an actual accomplishment rather than giving birth but right now, she is simply happy to have her little girl. Her father and stepmother leave after that and Rhaenyra can finally freely glare at Laenor who begrudgingly gives his daughter back to her mother. She smiles down as the little girl is back in her arms and the babe makes a squealing sound of delight as she squirms around in her arms. Rhaenyra feels an overwhelming amount of love wash over her, to the point that it aches her heart and she places a few loving kisses on her head. She feels her husband’s gaze on them and looks back up at him, a humorous smile on her face.

“I suppose we got lucky… You have a child by blood after all.” Laenor laughs lowly and places a head on the babe’s head, simply letting his daughter feel his presence. His smile dims a little and Rhaenyra thinks it’s because he realizes that they won’t be so lucky next time and her own smile falls a little at that. Laenor notices this and gives her a reassuring squeeze to her shoulder.

“I will love and claim every child that you will give birth to. You might not bear any more of my children but I will love the other ones all the same. Do not worry yourself Rhaenyra.”

She feels better hearing those words and feels as if she can breathe a little easier. “Thank you, Laenor. For now, I’m perfectly happy and content with her. She’s truly our little miracle.”

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A while later, after being bathed and having fed Alyssa, Rhaenyra feels much better without all the blood and sweat. She sits on the daybed in her room with her newborn daughter in her arms. Her eyes had opened just before she handed her off to her maid and the princess was delighted to see her purple eyes, the color close to purple amethysts that could only be found across the Narrow Sea. She stares at those purple eyes now and wonders how she could have ever thought of not wanting this sweet little babe. She’s glad to be alone for a moment since her emotions are overwhelming her. Laenor had gone off to write letters to Driftmark and Pentos, one for his mother and father and one for his sister. Rhaenyra briefly thinks of Daemon but shakes her head, knowing that whatever she had with him had died at that horrid wedding feast. 

She is snapped out of her thoughts when a knock sounds on the door and she frowns when the door opens since she did not signal for anyone to enter. The frown is quickly replaced by an amused grin when she sees that her little brother, Prince Aegon is standing at the door with a mischievous grin that reminds her of herself.

“What are you doing here all alone, little brother? Come in, otherwise someone might catch you!”

Rhaenyra looks at him with wide comical eyes and Aegon laughs sweetly at that. He closes the door behind himself and taps towards her with his little feet. The princess smiles at how adorable he looks with his hair all messed up and an excited glint in his eyes.

At first, Rhaenyra did not show any interest in Aegon for obvious reasons. She thought that with his birth, her father would replace her since he so desperately wanted a son all this time but her anger was quelled when he told her that he would do no such thing. Her pregnant state also made her more amenable towards him, her forming mother instincts kicking in when she noticed him crawling around in the halls of the castle. It angered her that Alicent would let Rhaenyra’s own baby brother go about without a guard watching but was told that ever since the little prince had learned how to walk, he was an unstoppable force and would sneak away when no one was looking. The few times that she had found him and brought him back to the nursery, he had quickly attached himself to her and wormed his way into her heart with his crooked teeth, adorable giggle and shining eyes so it was to no surprise that instead of mindlessly roaming the halls of Maegor’s Holdfast, he would start to directly come to his sister’s chambers with his toys in tow and sit and play with his sister. He had also been curious about her ever growing belly and asked every time when the baby would be coming. 

She can see the confusion when he comes to a stop in front of her and stares at her stomach that is significantly smaller now and it makes her giggle when he looks up at the bundle she’s holding in her arms. His eyes widen and a bright smile forms on his lips as he looks into her eyes.

“Baby? Nyra’s baby?” Her heart clenches at how excited he looks and she nods eagerly and motions for him to sit next to her. He wastes no time as he uses his hands and feet to climb up and his small weight is familiar and comforting as he leans into her left side and peers up at her daughter. The princess lowers her arms and her heart clenches at the way he shrieks excitedly as he can actually see the newborn now. He watches curiously as the babe’s hands flail around as if she wants to grasp something and her eyes flick around the ceiling, her gaze unable to properly focus and look at anything. Yet when Aegon carefully lifts his hand towards her to hold out a finger for her to grasp, it is as if she’s looking into his soul when she grabs his forefinger in a tight grip, at least as tight as an infant could grip. Aegon gasps as her beautiful purple eyes stare into his, her squirming stopping and a happy little shriek coming from her mouth which forms into the resemblance of a smile. The young prince feels as if his heart flips at such a delightful sound and he looks up at Rhaenyra who watches both of them with a big grin.

“This is your niece, little brother and her name is Alyssa. She’s adorable, isn’t she? And she clearly likes her uncle very much already. She is still too young to play with now but in a few moons, you can play with her. Just don’t take her to explore the castle all on your own, alright? She’s still very young and you need to make sure she’s safe and protected as her uncle.” She smiles when she sees that he listen to her so attentively, taking in all her words and nods when she finishes speaking. He turns his head back down to the babe who still holds his finger as if he would leave any minute. She’s still looking at him in a way that Aegon can’t describe but it makes him want to protect and care for her. He has no siblings at the moment but his mother’s belly is swelling just as his sister’s was so he knows that he will have a little sibling soon but he thinks he wants to spend his time with Alyssa right now since his sister said that she needs to be protected. Besides, there is an indescribable feeling in his chest ever since he gazed at the little baby. As if this is where he belongs, as if he should never part from her side. He shakes his head a little and focuses on smiling back at the sweet little girl, sticking his tongue out and making a silly face that makes Alyssa shriek and gurgle in delight. His chest feels odd at the sound.

It’ll go away, he thinks.

[buckys-little-belle]

i would ask if youre open to new ideas but you always are. you post about aemond and a little? maybe they get bullied by his brother and he’s protective of them? i love the idea of protective caregivers!

Moony

Aemond Targaryen x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns)

Warnings - talks of eating, argon being mean

Notes - honestly this isn’t very long or very good seeing as it’s my first one for this character so bear with me

SFW - please keep all interactions with this post, and blog, SFW

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“Why are you friends with them brother?” Aegon questioned, his scone half chewed in his mouth, his usual grossness shining extra bright this morning. “They’re so childish it’s obnoxious.” He continued. The words wouldn’t have made Aemond this mad if Y/n wasn’t sat next to them, internalizing every vile weird his brother spat out.

Before Aemond could defend Y/n they had slipped away, running from the table as Aegon laughed. “Really brother?” Aemond spat, standing up and following Y/n, Aegon defeated, unamused by the lack of fight or uproar over his words.

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Aemond found Y/n in his room, sat on the windowsill, a pillow grasped in their embrace as they looked out at the veiw. “Away from the window Little one, we talked about this.” Aemond spoke, cutting the silence that the room had held for some time.

“‘s no fair, you get t’sit here.” Y/n pouted, hoping down from their perch, trudging towards a chair to curl up on instead.

Aemond sighed, he knew this should be a punishable offence, he should take away their desert privileges at dinner, but the dried tears that still stained their face reminded him of why they were in his room in the first place. “I’m sorry about Aegon, he’s just being mean for fun.”

“‘s not fun though.” Y/n pouted. “‘s jus’ mean.”

“I know.” Aemond responded.

“Why are you m’friend though?” Y/n asked, a pout on their lips.

“Are you kidding me?” Aemond laughed. “You Little one.” He crouched down in front of them, his hand on their knee. “You are my light in the dark, always there when I’m sad, always there to make me feel better.” He cooed, smiling, getting a smile back.

“Really?” Y/n asked, unsure of his answer.

“I’m sure.” He nodded his head. “You are like my moon, always there to light the path at night, always so cute when I need a smile.” He chuckled, he knew Y/n wouldn’t understand what he meant in this headspace, but they did mean a lot to him. They were always there with a little dance or fun story when he was sad, always willing to cuddle and read when he needed to calm down, always happy to go for a dragon ride or a forest walk when he needed to go outside. They made his life better in so many ways, and he was so grateful, he just wish he could truly explain it to them.

“You’ moon?” They questioned, smiling as a few tears spilled down their cheeks.

“Yeah, my little Moony Hm?” He laughed.

“‘kay.” They giggled, standing up from the chair, grabbing their coat. “Feed bug now?” They asked, tilting their head to the side. They called his dragon ‘bug’ because they asked why she was the colour of beetle, never giving up the ‘bug’ idea.

“Yes, Little Moony, we can go feed Bug now.”

[under-the-aspen-tree]

A Moth To You (Chapter 8 - The Face Sees All) Aegon II Targaryen X (Bastard Velaryon) Reader

Series Summary: After a year travelling abroad, you have been called home to Kingslanding by your mother, Rhaenyra. Turns out your family has grown in your time apart.

Word Count: 3.8k

The smooth texture of the Weirwood was grounding against your spine, your fingertips tickling lightly from where you gently ran them along the glass. There was a heavy book in your lap, so large you had it spread across both of your legs, but you were listening more to Jace's gentle hums from beside you than you were reading. 

You had every intention of spending the day studying, and your little spot beneath the bleeding tree seemed a perfect ancient place to pore over the histories of Westeros, but it wasn't long before you found yourself with company. Jace was a welcome distraction, laying on the ground beside you with a hand beneath his head, staring into the skies.

"What about Cregan Stark?"

You signed, turning a page. You were staring at the pictures more than anything, as childish as it was, but a pretence was better than nothing at all.

"The 'Wolf of the North'?" You raised a brow, giving the boy a wry smile from above. Jace had quickly grown bored of his own studies, instead choosing to torment you with hypothetical marriages. If his suggestions weren't so amusing, you would have torn your hair out by now or left him to his own devices. Jace merely shrugged quite seriously.

"Yes," He said, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I hear he's a brilliant man and a good fighter. Why not?"

"I-" You pursed your lips, narrowing your eyes slightly. The book suddenly seemed a lot more interesting than before and you used both hands to draw it further up your lap, hiding the light pink that grazed your cheeks. Cregan Stark was a fine man, one who had treated you with nothing but chivalry, and you would be plainly lying to yourself if you said you didn't believe him to be attractive. That being said, however, you had no plans on marrying him. He was cold as old stone, mighty as a giant, and you couldn't imagine yourself falling a man so far from your own customs. As lovely a lord as he was, Cregan stark was made of ice, where you were of fire.

Jace shifted his position slightly, leaning up onto his elbows so he could shoot you a knowing look. "Did you not enjoy your time spent in Winterfell?" He shot you a suggestive smile and you crinkled your nose at him in response. It should have been Helaena joking about boys with you, not your own brother. Gods, he must have been bored.

"Well, yes," You spluttered, fighting the urge to either laugh or whack him about the side of the head. "He seemed lovely, but... Winterfell? That's about as far north as one can go before stumbling upon the wall. I'd be months away from home."

Jace seemed unperturbed, looking away from you to stare at the castle not so far from your little spot and squinting his eyes against the sun. "Not on Cerys."

You couldn't deny that, yet even on dragon back, it was a long journey. "Well, yes, but... the North? It is beautiful, for sure, but," You suppressed a phantom shiver, remembering the aching in your bones after a simple walk, or the way your hands clenched up around a horse's reigns, practically immovable after riding. "Cold."

At that, Jace laughed, relenting. "Okay, fine, so the North is too far and too cold, Dorne is practically out of the question, you didn't like the Arryn boys, who do you plan on marrying?"

The first face that came to mind was Illestrio's. His golden skin, his lovely eyes, the gentle twang to his voice. You had your thumb along your first finger, remembering the slippery gold rings he often wore, before shaking him from your mind. Illestrio was not a possibility, and even if he was, you were uncertain if you truly wished to marry the man. Even with all his sweet words and kind touches, you couldn't see yourself loving him. Once again, you were just too different, too far apart.

You looked up at the canopy above, the crimson leaves crisscrossing over one another, intertwined by bone-white branches. The Weirwoods, as mystical and slightly terrifying as they may be, were truly beautiful. When you were younger, you could not help but see pools of blood on the floor from where their leaves fell, the sight making you feel ill. Now, however, the faces that once terrified you brought you comfort, like an ever-present friend. The Weirwoods never changed. "You think Mother will give me a choice?"

As though reading your mind, Jace picked a brilliant leaf from the ground by the stem and began to twirl it between his thumb and finger. "She had one. Grandfather prepared her a tour to find the perfect suitor."

"And she still married Laenor."

Jace shifted his focus at your words, frowning; This conversation was turning dreary fast. You hadn't meant to say it like it was such a bad thing and yet... you couldn't fault your words. You had loved Laenor dearly, but he was not the most present figure in your life, and you would have been a blind fool to have not seen your parent's marriage for what it was.

"...Father was a good man," Was all Jace said, solemnly.

"He was," You agreed. "But my point remains the same. With our name, the chances of marrying for love are slim." 

Jace breathed heavily, his shoulders sagging slightly as though carrying a great weight. "That is true."

Your brother looked almost forlorn as he sat up and began to peel at the leaf in his hand, tearing off small crescent-shaped sections of red with his fingernails. As the plant came apart, hints of waxy crimson began to stain his pale skin. Sighing, determined to change the sombre mood, you reached over and swatted him gently on the shoulder.

"I don't know why you're looking so glum- You'll likely marry Baela and have a small army of beautiful children and I'll be forced to live the rest of my life looking upon you with scorn."

You were truly surprised when Jace only glanced at you for a moment before resuming his picking. Comforting your brothers was an art you had studied your whole life, and Jace usually responded well to your sarcastic self-pity.

Instead, he merely exhaled loudly, casting the broken leaf over his shoulder. The gentle breeze picked it up, carrying it over the wall behind you. "Baela is lovely..."

Jace didn't need to finish the sentence. Suddenly, you had a better idea of why he had brought up marriages in the first place. Perhaps it was so you could both share in your morose expectations of the future, but the subject was definitely weighing on his mind. "I wish it had been Helaena, too." You said, casting him a look of sympathy. "It is a shame Alicent denied you, you would make a lovely coupling."

It was a bittersweet thought, but he needed to know you shared in his longings. Jace said nothing for a moment, staring at the Keep before turning to you with a small smile.

"I wouldn't be so sad about it if I were you, sweet sister."

His words were almost mocking, but you could see the melancholy in his eyes. Desperate for the gentle warmth of before, you decided to humour him, frowning with a questioning smile, awaiting an explanation. Jace seemed eager to change the subject.

"That wasn't the whole deal." He said, shuffling back so that he was beside you, leaning himself against his hands with his legs splayed out in front of him. "I was to marry Helaena, and you would join hands with our dearest uncle Aegon, to have all of those beautiful children you were talking about."

You scrunched your face up with a sudden burst of laughter, the book entirely forgotten in your lap, and Jace cracked a grin, shaking his head. You had no idea how you hadn't heard of this before, as far as you knew it was only your brother and aunt whose betrothal was ever questioned. "Aegon?? Gods, can you imagine?"

"I'm not so sure," He replied jestfully, wiggling his brows from beneath his thick mane of curls. "You talk to him often enough."

"We argue, there is a difference." You spluttered in return, slapping his shoulder gently. "A marriage between Aegon and I would be worse for the Kingdom than that of mother and fathers, and look where that got us."

You took a moment to think about it, your silver-haired uncle with his watercolour eyes and mean tongue, arm in arm before the court, fingers intertwined. Then your mind danced to the sting against your knuckles and violet turning to a stormy grey. The smell of smoke and sage and strong wine heaped over you in a haze, and you had to take a breath to wash it away. The Weirwood against your spine, the sea of grass beneath your fingers, not him. He was far too overwhelming.

"I don't know," Jace seemed unaware of your pondering, of the waves crashing against your mind. "A firstborn son and a firstborn daughter. It would certainly ease our succession, I was surprised Alicent denied the request. At least one of her children would become a consort."

He was still joking, his voice tainted by mirth, but you groaned at his words, throwing your head back against the tree.

"Oh gods, don't start talking about succession."

"What?" Jace laughed, clearly amused. Even as close as you were, he delighted in the opportunity to mock. "It's an important thing to consider."

Your brother sounded almost serious, but you saw the mischievous glint in his eye. "We both know I have no interest in the throne. If mother has any sense about her she will name you as heir, and with Aegon at my side?" You sighed quite dramatically. "The kingdom would have never faced such incompetency."

"From our uncle, maybe. I don't believe you would make a bad queen."

"Well I certainly wouldn't make an eager one, and I'd be even less eager to marry him." Silver hair, violet eyes turned stormy. You rubbed your knuckles.

"I suppose we have Alicent to thank for some things."

You were too distracted to muster a response. Your eyes fell back upon the book, but you truly saw nothing. It didn't make sense to you why you were so immersed in your thoughts about Aegon, why this conversation had brought you to such a sense of conflict. He was horrible, so why were you even thinking about him?Why did you feel something close to guilt when you looked upon your hands? A part of you still remembered the look of pain that crossed your uncles features that night in Driftmark when his mother slapped him for all to see, and you recalled that he did not look shocked at her actions, that being struck did not take him by surprise. 

It must have been Jace's taunting that had you biting the inside of your cheek. You wished you could peer beneath his chestnut curls to understand what he was truly thinking, why he had even brought it up in the first place. You had spent almost your entire life at your brother's side, why was he still such an enigma?

"I don't like the way he looks at you."

His words startled you from your thoughts and you realised you had been staring at him questioningly. When he turned to face you, there was no humour left on his features, only a certain seriousness that brought a frown to your own.

"Aegon? He's just angry. He never got over-"

"It's not just that. He looks at you like-" Jace paused for a moment, looking away. There was something in his usually warm eyes, something you couldn't quite place. "Like a man who has not eaten for days, and has been presented with a steak."

The image brought a chill to your spine, and you wrapped your arms around yourself even despite the summer heat. You could remember those violet eyes staring daggers into you from the other side of the table, or from the other side of the alley. Cold hands against your shoulders, your knuckles singing. You shook it away. Gods, at what point had you allowed Aegon to become so stagnant in your mind? "If that's the case then he's probably just trying to piss you off. Don't let him get to you."

Jace eyed you from the side, and you could see the barest twitch of his eyebrow. "Fine words from you, you can't seem to stay away from him."

You scoffed at his words, but you knew there was a certain revelry behind them. Your brothers had hated your uncles for years, and vice versa. It was a simple fact, not something wroth debating, for it was clear to see, and you had always sort of followed in your closest kin's footsteps. Aegon was never particularly nice anyway, and whatever friendship you had shared with Aemond went cold a long time ago. You rued the day Aemond decided to lump you into the same disdainful pile as your brothers, but you had come to accept it. You were all the same in his eyes; all a single face behind a flash of silver. If you strained yourself, you could still hear his horrified screams, could still see the blood pouring through his little hands.

The day was still so present in your mind, all these years later, but you doubted not more so than it was in your uncles. You were too late to do anything...

Jace and Luke had near sprinted out of bed at your cousin's pleas, that Vhagar had been stolen, that they needed to be quick. You weren't so fast. The funeral had been long, and being the eldest meant your mother had allowed you to drink clean wine throughout the day. By the time night came around, sleep was hard to fight off.

You had stumbled down the corridors still yawning, tying your ivory night cloak around your shoulders when you heard it. First, a girl shrieking, a thump of something hitting the ground, and then Luke's desperate cry. You ran as fast as your little legs would take you, suddenly alert, heart pounding. You were their sister, the oldest child of Rhaenyra Targaryen, and it was your job to protect them.

When you came upon the scene, it took you scarcely a moment to realise what had been going on, but you could focus on little else but the rock raised high in the air and the silver-haired boy who held it. The look of pride in his eyes, the glare of pure hatred as he held Luke's life in the balance

"You will dry screaming in flames, just as your father did, bastards."

"Aemond-" You couldn't help but cry, frozen where you stood. It was all you could think of to do, and your own cowardice had haunted you ever since. The boy looked up, startled, if only for a moment, but it was all Jace needed. With a whip of silver, a blade was drawn, and you gasped as Aemond threw Luke to the side, meeting your brother with a wild cry, weaponless.

"Jace, stop!" You screamed, and your body came undone by itself. Without a second thought, you threw yourself into the fight, hands tearing at your younger brother's shirt as you attempted to pry him away, to get the dagger from his hand. It was all you could think to do but to throw yourself before the blade. Aemond must have thought you had joined Jace in the attack, or at least lashed out accidentally for his arm quickly struck out against your face, knocking you backwards with a yelp. Your head hit the floor with a resounding thud and for a moment you were all but blind, eyes rolled back as the air was knocked entirely from your body. You couldn't move, couldn't think. You wanted to help, but you had never been hit before in your life and the pain put your mind into a certain shock. 

When you finally came to, it was with teary eyes, and you could only scream out a plea as you saw the rock in the air once again. It wasn't pride that glimmered in Aemond's eyes now, but instead something colder. It was power he had, power over every single one of you, power that he had lacked all his life. Jace could only whimper from the ground, desperately trying to crawl himself back from the attack.

You didn't see Luke from where he slunk into the shadows, snatching something from the dirt. Only Jace, only your brother staring up with eyes full of terror, whimpering. You had only seen him whimper one in your life, when news reached of Harwin Strongs death, and you never wanted to see it again.

'Don't kill my brother,' you thought, your tongue caught in your throat. 'God, please, anyone but my brother.'

Then Luke was lashing out with a wild cry and Aemond was staggering back, screaming. You didn't understand what had happened, and it took a moment to comprehend, to draw the lines between the blade reached outwards in Luke's hand and the silver-haired boy desperately clutching his face.

Then you smelled it, that horrible metallic smell. It was pouring from Aemond's skin, even from beneath the hand pressed against his eye. It raced through his fingers to stain the dirt, a quickly growing puddle. So much blood.

You turned to your side from where you still lay on the ground, shaking, and threw up, acid stinging your nose as the wine from before made a reappearance. 

You couldn't so much look at the boy when you were carted to the main hall, for seeing the needle pull against the gentle flesh of his cheek sent a further lurch through your stomach. You were entirely silent. Mud and tears stained your face, and you merely sat huddled on the cold stone floor, your brothers snivelling beside you. There was so much blood. Blood on Aemond's face and the maesters hands, blood dripping down over Luke's lips. When you reached your hand to touch the back of your head, your fingers came back stained red. You shut your eyes against the colour, shaking.

You knew that your family had argued relentlessly when your mother joined the hall, running straight to your brother's side. You heard the word again, 'bastard', but it didn't really dawn on you. All you wanted to do was understand, to meet Aemond's eye across the hall. You wanted to hit him for almost killing Jace, you wanted to plead for forgiveness for letting him be maimed. None of it made any sense to you, why the fight had even started, why it had come to this.

It didn't matter. Even when your nausea died down, and you gazed desperately at your uncle, he gave you not a single glance. It was only upon leaving, with tears in Alicent's eyes and even more blood running down your mothers, that he relented. 

The look he cast you wasn't just angry, it was hateful. You could feel it wrapping around your throat like the slippery coil of a snake, red hot and furious. It left you breathless and white faced, and you turned away.

They left the next day, and you not long after to Dragonstone, but the pit never left your stomach. When you returned to Kingslanding, many years later, he would scarcely breathe in your direction, and you could never hold eye contact yourself for long. You had tried, once or twice, to mend the bonds broken by your brother's actions, but you couldn't look upon his eyepatch without feeling an immense sense of guilt, and it seemed Aemond never forgave you himself.

"I saw him yesterday."

You were so deep into your thoughts that Jace's voice startled you for a moment, and you had to blink against the scenery as you found yourself sitting beneath the Weirwood tree once more, the book heavy upon your lap. The air felt hot and heavy against your lungs as you drew breath, trying to shake the memories from your mind as you looked upon your brother. Oh, right, Aegon.

"A pleasant discussion, I'm sure," You said dryly, frowning still, your mind a million miles away. Jace cleared his throat.

"I mean I saw quite the bruise on his face, and a rather furious look to go with it."

If nothing else could startle you from your thoughts, that could. You flexed your fingers nervously, peering down at your hands as your thumb brushed against your right knuckles. They had been red for hours after that night, but you were grateful that they didn't bruise. You could still hear the slap of flesh against flesh, the flash of silver hair whipping to the side, eyes narrowed into slits.

"Oh?" You hummed, nonchalantly, peeling at a loose nail. "Perhaps he fell."

"Do not take me for an idiot. You're playing a dangerous game, here."

You peered up at Jace's harsh tone, and it felt like his eyes could see straight through you when you met them. They burned holes into your your skull, and you had to look away lest they smoulder you entirely. He sighed.

"I am not saying the bruise didn't suit him," He said before smirking. "Really brought out the colour of his eyes."

You couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips, nor the slight pride that came with it, but you leapt at the opportunity to turn the conversation around, to joke once more. The alternative made you feel slightly nauseous.

"Ooh well if that's the case, perhaps we should propose a new betrothal. I believe you two would make a most dashing pairing."

"You are disgusting." Jace wrinkled his nose, pushing you away as you laughed.

"Well if you can't have Helaena, the next closest option would be- Ow!" You looked up in shock as his hand came against the back of your head, not hard enough to truly hurt, but certainly to sting. You could feel your hair unravelling from where Kaira had carefully twisted it into place this morning, and you snapped the book shut with a thud, flinging it from your lap.

"You are going to regret that, Jace," You declared, hauling yourself to your feet as the boy snickered, scrambling away. You gave chase, beginning to grin. "I swear to the gods! All seven of them!"

[under-the-aspen-tree]

A Moth To You (Chapter 6 - Dragons and Jewels and Lovely Things) Aegon II Targaryen X (Bastard Velaryon) Reader

Series Summary: After a year travelling abroad, you have been called home to Kingslanding by your mother, Rhaenyra. Turns out your family has grown in your time apart.

Word Count - 5.7k

The days rolled on quite blissfully after your last encounter with Aegon, who had decided to leave you alone after your encounter in the hallway. You had spent your days in repeat, going to your lessons dutifully and then spending your afternoons with Helaena. While she attended to her sewing, you indulged yourself in books you had taken from the library, reading old ballads and stories of the Seven Kingdoms. When Helaena had giggled at your lack of educational or historical texts, fingers tickling your scalp as she wove pretty braids into your hair under the sun, you had informed her that you had no intention of studying for any longer than the Septa made you.

You had been in Kingslanding for well over a week now, having quite quickly found that you were quite dramatic in your previous disdain for the city. Though you were forced to learn and sew, you were also able to spend your time reading, listening to music, and riding Cerys whenever you wished. You and Helaena had spent many mornings delaying class to fly together, spinning in loops above the common folk and spraying the air with dragon fire, much to their delight.

It was a morning just like any other when you opened your chamber door to find a small package wrapped carefully in thin parchment upon the floor. Your new guard, an ageing man named Trystin with just a fine spraying of silver through his beard and a head void of any hair at all, said a servant had left it there in the hour of the nightingale without a word. He had frowned at the package with a level of uncertainty but assured you he had not touched the contents himself. With a gentle frown and a hum, you took it from his hands and brought it to your vanity, laying it out in the golden sun that poured through your window. 

For some reason, you took your time in unwrapping it gently, as though fearing it may fall apart if not, yet the box it held was sturdy and well made. A redwood of sorts, with beautiful carvings of carnations and marguerite blooms so intricate that you could feel the ridges of their petals as you ran your fingers along the box. No note lay within the packaging, so you would not have known it held anything within at all had you not stroked the carvings, for when your finger slipped against a slightly pronounced flower, you heard a subtle click. The mechanism unlocked the lid of the box, a small latch dropping from beneath it, and when you lifted the top you found a necklace so pristine and polished it could have blinded you in the sunlight, meant for only your eyes.

You almost gasped at the sight of it; a golden teardrop the size of your thumb made up of woven gold that glided around itself like an infinite stream. When you ran your finger along the divots and spirals, it was as soft as buttered honey, as smooth as silk, and a pearly moonstone sat in the base, clear as summer clouds.

You hadn't even pondered who could have given you such a gift, for you were certain that this was meant for you and you only, and were so hypnotised by its beauty that you hadn't even heard your door open, only jumping into a stand when you saw the green of Alicent's dress in the reflection of the mirror. The necklace, still in its pretty box, lay forgotten on your desk as you turned, dropping into a curtsy at the sight of the queen.

"Your majesty."

When you raised your head, you found she was smiling lightly at your courtesy, her hands wrapped together in front of her hips. Her dress was of a deep and enchanting emerald, high upon her shoulders and falling gracefully to kiss the cool ground. Her hair was wrapped up atop her head, and her circlet stood atop the bundle of braids and curls, gleaming gold and blue in the morning light.

"You must forgive me, princess," She began, walking towards you with measured steps. "I had meant to speak with you much earlier than this."

"Forgiveness is not needed, your grace." You assured her, fighting the urge to frown. Though her appearance had startled you from your thoughts, you couldn't help but ponder. Why was she here? "The cost of ruling Seven Kingdoms is a high one, I imagine."

"Yes," Alicent breathed a smile, placing a gentle hand upon your shoulder. You forget how well she conducted herself, ever poised and present with the tranquillity that must come with a queen. "One I hear you may take on, someday."

You faltered for a moment before smiling back. You hadn't expected such a visit, nor for her to allude to the possibility of your birthright. It made you feel slightly uncomfortable and needles began to prick at your previously warm skin.

"My mother has not yet chosen an heir." You confessed, suppressing your unease. Honestly, you were quite glad to remain in that safe middle ground, somewhere between princess and heir. Though not eager to tell your mother as such, you abhorred the idea of taking the throne for yourself someday and always had. Rhaenyra was noble and regal, with a cold strike of ambition that she had failed to pass on to the likes of yourself. Jace was a better suitor for the throne and you both knew it. It was he who trained in sword and shield, he who held himself with grace and dignity and kindness. When you had a problem, he was quick to find a solution, and he had always possessed a great ability with mediation. You, on the other hand, were quick to temper and even quicker to taunt. You had spent your childhood running from your Septas and had fled Kingslanding at the first opportunity to travel. You were quite content to resume your adventures someday and let Jace take his place upon the throne, so you kept your opinions to yourself and hoped she would come to a similar decision.

"Yes, of course," Alicent said breezily, tilting her head slightly with a smile. "Though it is often safest to debate the possibility of such a thing."

You hummed at her words, unsure of exactly what to say. 

"Please, sit."

You had to fight to keep the confused frown from your face as you sat down awkwardly at your vanity, watching her face from behind you in the mirror. She was a mask of grace and gentle authority, her expression never betraying the slight smile on her face. 'A well-trained queen,' you thought to yourself, spine and shoulders tight and hands clasped together upon your lap. To your surprise, she ran a finger through your hair, the hair that brought you the title bastard, before beginning to braid.

"I used to do Helaena's hair for her every morning," She said, as though this was a usual occurrence. "She doesn't let me anymore, of course, but I became quite good at it."

The feeling of Alicents' nails brushing against your scalp had you rigid in your seat, yet you kept your expression neutral, eyes flitting between her face and your own as you fidgeted. "She's very lucky to have such a caring mother."

Alicent let out a light laugh as she worked, twisting and pulling your hair into place. It was almost bizarre, to sit and wait as the queen herself weaved your hair. "I would like to hope she thinks the same, though girls are always tricky. I had a much easier time with Aegon and Aemond when they were young."

You smiled, yet said nothing, feet tapping lightly against the floor. You couldn't imagine a time when Aegon could have ever been considered 'easy'. Alicent worked for a moment in silence, fingers practiced and quick, before continuing herself. 

"I hear you got along well with a trader's son during your time in Pentos?" Her words had an air of caution about them, of prying, but you were too eager to fill the silence, to distract yourself from the awkward conversation at hand.

"Yes, Illestrio. He was very kind to me during my stay." You found yourself saying, smoothing the sweat from your palms along your skirts. Alicent pursed her lips, though it could have been out of concentration as she threaded your lock of white hair into the braid.

"I'm sure he was very sorry to see you go in that case."

With that, she pinned the last section of plait to the back of your neck, smoothing and fluffing your hair slightly, before resting her hands on your shoulders. When you regarded yourself in the mirror, you smiled lightly. You looked just like Helaena.

"If you are to possibly sit the iron throne someday, (Y/N), you need to remember who your allies are."

Alicent's words awoke you from the trance like a bath of ice and you drew your brows into a frown, suddenly aware of her hands against you, light as feathers, yet tethering you to your seat.

"There are men all across the seven kingdoms who will wish to exploit you for your birthright," She continued, looking you in the eye through your reflection. "Who will grasp at anything they can to sit beside you, to control the country through you."

"I understand the politics of Westeros, your grace," You assured her, even more uncomfortable now than you had been when she first entered. The silk of your dress began to itch against your arms. "I know what it means to choose wisely."

"Do you?"

Alicent finally removed her hands to fix a strand of your hair, tweaking the braid slightly. You couldn't help but notice the mild condescension in her voice, as though she didn't trust a word you were saying. Your cheeks flushed; it was a pointless conversation anyway. Your mother would choose a husband for you, and the chances of you having any say in the matter whatsoever were close to none. When it became apparent you had nothing to say, Alicent sighed and removed her hands, taking a step back. You rose from your chair as though a spell of tension was finally broken, and you welcomed the fresh air into your lungs, free from her looming presence.

"I'm sure being back in Kingslanding will do you some good. There any many fine suitors here." Alicent smoothed out her skirts as though making to leave, fixing imaginary creases in the heavy silks. "Should you wish to speak with me further I would be delighted to see you again, Princess."

'Absolutely not,' you thought as she nodded. "Thank you, your grace, that would be lovely," you said.

Almost as a last thought before turning to leave, Alicent's eyes flittered across your desk before gifting you a knowing look. "A very pretty necklace."

As soon as she left the room, you tucked the box into the very back of your vanity drawers and clenched your teeth, mulling over her words. In all honesty, you had no clue what the woman was going on about, flitting from ruling, to her children, to your own marriage. It was a ridiculous conversation, a hindrance to both of your mornings, and you couldn't for the life of you figure out why she went about it in the first place.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that breakfast was pushed to the back of your mind as you threw off your silk dress in place of riding leathers. The journey to the Dragonpits would be achingly hot, but you desperately needed an afternoon in the skies, where you could finally be free of Alicent and her frustrating sons.

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The afternoon sun was comfortably cool against your skin, catching in the soft leather of your riding leathers and sending whispering tingles against your neck and hair. Your eyes were closed as you drifted in and out of sleep, thoroughly exhausted from your day of riding, but the brightness of the sun left your vision stained red through your eyelids. Laying like this, you could almost imagine you were still in flight, souring across the ocean in great twists and turns, laughing at Cery's delighted roars. If you breathed heavily enough, you could still smell the salt flaking on your skin.

A chorus of early evening birds sang throughout the trees of a nearby orchard, smells of citrus and lavender drifting through the air in the gentle breeze. You could have stayed here forever, content in the gardens far away from the sounds of servants bustling and bells chiming.

"If a time came where you had to choose between future and past, which would you decide upon?"

Helaena's soft voice didn't startle you, but it drew you back to the present, to the grass poking soft threads into your scalp and the orange sun against your eyelids. It took a moment to decipher her words from where she was sitting beside you, her needle making gentle popping noises against her canvas as she sewed. 

"What do you mean?" Your voice came out quiet, foggy with light sleep, yet you couldn't bring yourself to come back from those tranquil daydreams just yet.

Helaena was quiet for a moment, simply popping her needle in and out of her fabric as she pondered. "Would you give everything up for the one you loved?"

You smiled a little, unprepared for such questions in your peaceful state, yet debated it all the same. Helaena often made little sense to those around her, yet if she deemed her questions to be important enough to ask, you would answer them, however much they confused you. "If that were true, I would be giving up everyone else I loved."

Helaena hummed, voice airy and light. "Or they, you."

You finally cracked your eyes open, blinking against the brightness surrounding you, and leaned up against your sore arms. Helaena was deep in thought, staring at her embroidery as her silver hair swayed gently in the breeze.

"Why do you ask?"

She shifted her line of sight towards the distant sea, her hand going still as she pulled on her thread. Despite Helaena's odd questions and statements, and the faraway look that often graced her eyes, there were moments when she looked wise behind her years. Staring at her now, contemplating something far from your reach, you knew you could never comprehend such a mind. "Just a drifting thought."

You had been together for a while, since the early afternoon when you dismounted Cery's and found her waiting outside the pits. She had come to see Dreamfyre but hadn't the energy to ride today, so had waited for your eventual arrival beside her great dragon. You sat together in the carriage ride back, mostly in a content sort of silence, glad for a day free from your studies. Helaena had suggested the walk in the gardens afterwards, made all the more appealing with promises of cake and cheese, and you had situated yourself against the grass not long after. It was a quiet spot, so far out from the keep that you almost reached the rocky walls to the far side of the castle. The two of you had found it years before, a nearly always deserted field lined with roses and lavender bushes, where you could just about make out the crashing of the waves below. It felt somehow isolated from the rest of the keep, where prying eyes wouldn't look upon you and you wouldn't be disturbed often. 

"I believe we are having supper together tonight."

"Oh?" Lost again in your daydreaming, you looked up to find Helaena bundling up her skirts so that she may stand. Once up with her skirts brushed from stray strands of grass, she offered you a hand.

"Yes, Father wished for us to all become better acquainted."

You giggled, accepting her help as you clambered to your feet. "And I'm assuming it's not just us attending this dinner?"

Helaena blushed a faint pink but did not stop to look upon you as you made your way back to the castle, still savouring the last sighs of the fading sunlight. "I believe your brothers and my own will be in attendance."

"Oh," You curled your lip, eliciting a tinkling laugh from Helaena. 

"It will be fine, I shall tell them to be on their best behaviour."

Chuckling, you looped your arm through hers. "I doubt even that would be enough if my own brothers are involved."

The smell of dragon was still woven heavily into your skin by the time you reached the keep, so with promises that Helaena would walk you to dinner later, you parted ways. It had taken some convincing from your mother, but you had agreed to allow a new handmaid into your chambers. Kaira, a sweet girl of two-and-twenty, three years older than yourself, was a maid who had worked under your mother as far back as Dragonstone. She was friendlier than most, with a lilting village accent and an ability to make you smile no matter the day you had endured, though what you liked most about her was her loyalty to your mother. She turned her nose up at the green dress incident of your first day and declared you would not see such shame again under her watch.

A bath had already been drawn for you by the time you entered your apartments, filled with mint leaves and citrus oils that left the air heavy with fresh-smelling fog. Kaira, ever aware of your own independence, busied herself as you undressed and lowered yourself into the tub, emerging to untangle your hair and wash it gently, leaving you to shut your eyes once more as relaxation took over. 

Once the bath was done, your body slick with oils and creams that made your skin feel like butter beneath your fingers, she sat you beside the fire to dry your hair. Kaira was a beautiful young woman, with skin that took to the sun like a bee did honey. Warm red curls splayed over her shoulders to the top of her hips, and a wild sprinkle of freckles covered her from forehead to toes. Her eyes were as grey as Dragonstone itself, and she wore an adornment of silver all over her ears.

"How about this one?"

Kaira often forwent titles when with you, and you often regarded your partnership as something more of a friendship. Even after a week, you had grown closer to the girl than any maid prior, and you put a lot of trust in her. She held up a gown of deep sea blue, with bejewelled breasts that shimmered in the evening light from the open window. A delicate white cape was fastened to the shoulders with clasps akin to those your mother often wore- silver dragons that roared from either side of the neck. 

"That's perfect," You smiled, standing from your seat. Kaira had wrapped your hair in silk to dry into little curls while you dozed by the fire, and they were soft and gleaming when she unwrapped them, letting you shimmy into the gown before clasping the cape to your shoulders.

"How do you feel about tonight?"

You thought for a moment, regarding the view from your bedroom window. You could see the gardens from here, though not the one you and Helaena shared. These were stone pathways, surrounded on either side by blossoming hedges of fuchsia and evergreen.

"I don't know," From between your fingers, you tugged on a coil in your hair as Kaira sat you down, beginning to pin your curls back from your face. "Aegon's a piece of work in himself, and Jace is a simmer waiting to boil over."

You could hear the smile in Kaira's voice as she wove your hair with expertise. "That is the way of boys, I'm afraid. They're all far too eager to leap at each other's throats."

"That is true," You laughed, watching as the sun dipped against the sea in the far distance, letting orange light bounce and dance against the deep waves. "I'm sure it'll be fine, Helaena will be there, and I can hope my mother has instructed Jace to behave himself."

"I'm sure she has, princess."

When Kaira finished your hair, it was fashioned into a spectacular array of twists and curls that piled high at the crown of your scalp before spiralling down past your shoulders. She spun a silver collar around your throat and fitted a deep blue pearl ring against your first finger, before letting you on your way to meet Helaena. Your aunt was just on time, smiling from the doorway in a gown of mauve that fit her eyes perfectly. When you walked to supper, her arm was around yours and there was a skip in her step, one that made her straight hair bounce in waves of silver and gold. With a barely concealed grin on your face, you let the older girl practically drag you to the dining hall.

Jacaerys was waiting by the door when you approached, his stoic expression melting into a smile when he beheld you both. His clothes were of a fine black, broadening his growing shoulders and making him seem taller and older than he was at 18. "Aunt," He said, bending to kiss Helena's hand as a guard opened the door. "Sister."

You grinned cheekily at the flush that overcame Helaena as she smiled shyly back, and was glad to find the table empty as you sat down, steering your aunt so that she was sat on the other side of your brother.

Wine was poured, and once you were tucked neatly into your seat, you finally looked over at the boy. His hair still lay in a mess about his forehead, something he seemed entirely unable to tame, but his jaw was slightly pink from a fresh shave and there was a spark in his dark eyes when he looked at Helaena that had your heart soaring. It was clear Helaena, too, had made an effort with her appearance, more so than usual at least. Her hair was braided back differently so that it hung in layers of spun silver, and her lips shone with a pinkish oil that made her look all the more lovelier. You were stuck by the sadness that their marriage proposal was denied by the queen. 'They would make such a lovely pairing.'

It wasn't long before Luke made an appearance, taking his place opposite your aunt as you shared pleasantries and talk about your days. The table of six had just two chairs yet to be filled, and it was awfully characteristic of Alicent's boys to make an extra effort to be late.

It wasn't until you were beginning to grow tipsy, attention-rapt in conversation with Helaena, that the great oak doors to the room swung open to reveal your uncles. Your aunt pursed her lips at their lateness, but you refused to turn in your seat to watch them until they had rounded the table. Aegon spared his brother a small grin as he took his place opposite you, leaving Aemond to tense his jaw as a servant pulled his seat from the table, leaving him next to Luke.

Your own brother looked equally uncomfortable, eyes immediately flitting around the room to avoid looking at him. If you weren't so concerned as to how badly this dinner was about to go, you would have laughed at Luke's unfortunate situation. Aemond, at least, seemed to have put an element of effort into his appearance. His silver hair was swept back from his face into its usual half-ponytail, though his clothes were of a finer sort than those he wore regularly. Aegon, however, didn't share his brother's style of conduct. His curls were tucked back, his clothes fine, but he couldn't have looked more bored if he tried, his purple eyes sweeping to the ceiling as a serving girl filled his cups. You sighed, longing for the moment this would be over. 

It was Aemond who first broke the silence at the table. "Helaena, you look beautiful tonight." 

With a nod and a half smile towards his sister, he brought his gaze to you and stared almost pointedly with his single eye, actively ignoring you in place of your aunt. You spared him a tight-lipped smile as she thanked him, though you supposed it would be more akin to a scowl, as an array of plates began to pile onto the table. Dinner had waited long enough, it seemed, with the two men's absence, and you were eager to fill your stomach before you dared open your mouth, ever aware of the wine you had downed beforehand.

Steaming plates of sliced chicken, roasted potatoes, and honeyed carrots had your mouth watering. Thick spices of rosemary, sweet onion, and brown sugar wavered through the air, as strong as if you were walking through a bustling market, and you had to suppress a groan as you filled your plate. Soon enough, Aegon and Aemond were immersed in quiet conversation, with Luke looking timidly towards his brother as though for help. You brought your own senses to the two beside you, smiling as you forced yourself to eat politely.

"You'll have to let me ride alongside you some time," Jace was saying to Helaena with a grin. "Whenever I fly with (Y/N), she turns the whole experience into a race."

"That's on you for not keeping up with me," You boasted with a smile. "You should see Cery's now that she's been flying across the world; she is faster than ever, and-"

"You do seem awfully keen on spending time with our sister."

All three of you turned towards Aemond, who had paused in conversation with his brother to look upon Jace with an air of cold calculation, his voice silky smooth. Almost like a cat, he tilted his head slightly, sending a blanket of silver hair over his shoulder as he raised his cup to his lips questioningly.

Jace remained undisturbed, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly, though you could see his ears reddening slightly at the insinuation. Helaena remained quiet.

"It would do us all well to become better acquainted," He said calmly, with a graceful smile upon his lips. Luke was looking up at his uncle with a straight face, but his eyes were widened slightly when he turned to you. You could almost see the pleading 'Help me' written across his features and suppressed a sympathetic smile.

"And yet you do not ask Aegon or myself." Aemond raised his eyebrows and nodded towards his brother, who seemed entirely uninterested in the discussion. You couldn't imagine anything more unlikely than Jace asking either of the men for a shared journey into the skies, though the thought made you smile.

Jace, ever a man of opportunity, nodded as though debating the words carefully before raising his cup. "If you wish to go flying with me, Uncle, all you need do is ask."

You couldn't help the snort that came from your throat at his words, looking down just slowly enough to see the fleeting look of amusement Aegon gave you. It seemed, even despite your differences, he could at least share the merriment that came forward when Aemond's solemnity met Jace's unwilling desire to taunt.

Aemond, however, did not seem to share his brother's high spirits. Pursing his lips, he kept his voice even and full of questioning authority. "If you do not recall, nephew, your betrothal to Helaena was denied." His eyes were full of steel. "You have no right to her."

"It is not a matter of right-" Helaena said with furrowed brows.

"No, sweet sister, you are correct." Aemond spared her a glance before returning his cold glare to Jace. "It is a matter of want."

You sighed, swallowing your food from where you had been watching quietly. "If you do not recall, none of us sitting at this table are betrothed. We may make alliances and friendships where we see fit." You raised your eyebrows expectantly to Aemond, who only returned the look with the barest twitch of a frown.

If you and Aegon had built up any kind of partnership in your shared amusement, it was thoroughly dissolved now as he finally spoke, his voice as dull and bored as he looked.

"The way I see it there is a good reason for a lack of betrothals."

You spared him a tight-lipped smile as he rested his chin upon his thumbs and laced his fingers together, apparently done with supper. If you weren't still tipsy, you probably would have thought better about your words, but you weren't, and for some reason, you delighted in any opportunity to bring a spark of emotion to his eyes, whether that be shock or fury. "If you are so concerned about marriage, Aegon, then perhaps you should look to the Vale. The Prince Daemon could take you of course." He shifted his hands from his face, leaning back in his seat as he straightened himself, his light brows twitching ever so slightly. You smiled. "You may find a sheep there willing to mate with you."

Aegon's jaw ticked as he brought his hand down hard upon the table, a look of pure malice suddenly burning bright in his eyes. The man had gone from being as cold as unlit coals to a brilliant, raging flame in less than a second, and the change brought even you to shock. It seemed you had gotten exactly what you wanted from him, though you looked back with your best act of pure innocence, ignoring your surprise, and bringing a cup to your lips to hide your smile. You could just about see Jace's lips twitching when Aegon opened his mouth. For a moment, the whole table seemed to hold its breath, Luke staring at you with both pride and horror.

"Lucerys!" And in a second, the tension faded as quickly as it had begun as Helaena startled you all into distraction. "Are you bonding well with Arrax? I saw him today in the Dragonpits; he is growing quickly."

You hadn't realised you were holding your breath until Luke began to speak very quickly, nervously eyeing his uncles as their composure faded once more. Aegon leaned back in his seat, palm leaving the table in favour of his cup, but he kept his eyes steadfastly upon you. Suddenly, you were not so hungry anymore. "It is well. Mother says he should be strong enough soon to bear my weight. The dragon masters are already working on a saddle for him."

Helaena smiled, and you were slightly shocked at her skills in mediation. You had never seen her so invested in the moment, nor so willing to move against her brothers. You allowed yourself a smile at the thought, unsure whether it was her confidence growing or her liking for Jace that motivated her. "That's splendid news. We must ride together when he is able."

Thankfully, it seemed you had gotten your outbursts over and done with as the table moved quickly back into its own conversations. Aegon and Aemond once again spoke quietly between themselves, though neither touched their plates again. That being said, nor did you. Despite the tension fading, and everyone slipping back into their cliques, Aegon's eyes did not leave yours. Even as you turned your shoulder on the man, listening intently to Jace and Helaena, you could feel the cold glare on your face and his obnoxious presence brought goosebumps to your arms. The feeling sent needles through you, sharp as valyrian steel, and you couldn't bring yourself to touch your food again for the rest of the night.

"You know," Jace had said, when dinner was finally over and he led you back to your chambers, Luke trotting aimlessly behind. "As much as I admire your courage, you really should learn to hold your tongue a little better."

When you looked up at him, you could see he was smiling despite his words, though his kind eyes held a degree of warning to them. "I know, it's just too easy."

Jace spared a laugh, a warm sound that had you grinning a little as you walked. "I fear you often have too much courage when it comes to our dear uncle."

It was all well and true, and you knew you really should start practicing your manner in the company of Alicent's sons, but even as you lay to rest that night, staring at the dark canopy above your head, you couldn't get your brother's words from your thoughts. When you eventually fell asleep, the only image in your mind was Aegon's cold, violet eyes boring into your own, and the goosebumps on your skin didn't go away no matter how many blankets you threw over yourself.