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[under-the-aspen-tree]

A Moth To You (Chapter 2 - Endings, Beginnings) 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.

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The crimson of rooftops looked like flecks of red dirt in peachy sands from where you flew above Kingslanding, circling the city from the confines of the clouds. The journey to Westeros was an easy one, with the ship mooring at Dragonstone so that you had time to bathe and rest before separating from Rhaenys, your cargo safely chasing behind you when you took flight on Cerys. You were eager to fly once again, legs and stomach aching from days on the boat, and try as you might you were eager to see your family once again. Cerys, your young dragon, was delighted at the opportunity to roam the lands of her birth once more and had spent the journey dipping her scaled talons in and out of the seas before soaring up towards the hazy cloud lines.

Cerys was a great beast of five-and-twenty, older than yourself and larger than your brothers by nearly twice fold. Her scales were of a beautiful milky white with flecks of silver that marked her underbelly. She was such a perfect shade of cream that even Cregan Stark had found himself delighted at the sight of her curled up in the snows of Winterfell at the beginning of your tour, remarking on how well she took to the icy terrain. 

Now, her colouring was the perfect illusion as you drifted through the skies, awaiting the moment you would be forced to make an entrance. You knew your family would have some idea of when you would arrive, that they would be patiently standing within the dragon holdings beside The Red Keep, but for some reason, you couldn't face them. It had all seemed so quick. One moment, you were breezing through the days with the sun on your skin and your worries in the breeze, the next clad in thick riding leathers, your hair twisted back in knots and layers with that life almost 500 miles behind you.

Stirring you out of your thoughts, Cerys let out a light snarl, rumbling your saddle as you twisted the reigns to circle the city once more, the beast growing tired. You had departed from Dragonstone before the sun was more than a quarter way through the sky and it was now gone noon. The winds had thankfully assisted your travel, but you were certain you had been in flight for almost nine hours. Your skin was dry and tired, your throat parched, and Cerys must have felt even worse having carried the weight of the journey for all this time. 

"I know girl, I know," You said, stroking your hand against her scales. You looked out once more towards the East, imagining how simple it would be to turn back, before running your dry tongue against your lips and tugging at the reigns. Cerys dipped her head gladly, stretching out her wings as you began your descent. The rooftops merged from flags to mosaics, and then into houses as you soured further and further down in swooping circles. The wind rushed in your ears and, even tired, you let out a laugh at the feeling. Even from here, flying above the city, you could smell the familiarity of the lands. There was a comfort in home, even if you had wished to stay away. Cerys circled twice before flapping her wings against the wind, the holdings beneath you. You could just about make out the white hair of those waiting, the flapping of coats and dresses as Cerys made her descent, before rocking in your saddle as she hit the ground with a gentle roar.  "Okay," You whispered to yourself, heat pouring to your cheeks as you heard the chatter of those waiting for you. "I can do this."

You took your time unbuckling yourself from your saddle before resting your feet on Cerys wings. Your legs ached from hours of sitting and it took a moment to stretch some life into them as you slowly stepped down and back into solid ground. A hand reached out to assist you, and you grasped it before realising who it even belonged to.

"Jacaerys!" You gasped, catching sight of the mop of dark hair resting against the boy's forehead. Well, boy was a sweet word for the man before you. The Jacaerys you had left behind over a year ago was shorter than you by a head and a half, with angular shoulders and an almost elvish face. Your brother had certainly grown in your time apart. He stood like a man now, with the sturdy strength of a swordsman and eyes that had to look down to behold you. He took you into a welcome hug, lifting you off your feet slightly.

"(Y/N), It's been too long," He laughed into your ear as he set you back down, placing a gloved hand on your shoulder. "I hope your travels were easy."

It had always been so easy with Jace, perhaps because you were the closest in age. He was born less than a year after yourself, though always seemed determined to fill the role of older brother. Throughout your childhood he had protected you in every way he could, even if sometimes you had to chastise him afterwards for being so imposing. Once back in his arms, you had no idea how you had ever left them.

"They were lovely thank you," It was as though every concern you had was washed away at the sight of your brother, every dreaded thought seemed silly, though the pleasantries were off-putting. "How is everybody?"

"You can ask them yourself," Jace said with a knowing glint in his eyes, gesturing behind you both.

Your mother stood proudly, her hair twisted in elaborate braids away from her face, with one hand on Lucerys' shoulder and the other wrapped around Joffrey. Behind her, with his chin up and his hair longer than you remembered it being, was your great Uncle, Prince Daemon. You practically had to tug Jace to keep up with you as you faced your family.

"Mother!" You cried out, burying your face in her hair and breathing in the smell of nectarines and lotus that you loved. It had been so long since you felt her arms around you, seeing her kind eyes and gentle face. You hadn't realised how much you missed it. Luke and Joff came next, though you had to lean down a little to hug the latter. You were shocked at how much they had changed in your time away, with the only faces remaining the same being your mother and step-fathers. 

Finally, stood back beside Jace, you finally had the chance to speak to them, and everything came rushing out. "How are you all? How is the king? How is the dragon riding coming along? Are you all sword fighting? Why did you want me home?" Your mother had to place a hand on each of your shoulders to prevent the onslaught of eager questions, but her eyes were alight with a smile.

"You will have a chance to ask anything, and I'm sure your brothers are very excited to hear about your adventures themselves, tonight. The King and Queen have hosted a feast to celebrate your return."

You clamped your mouth shut, cheeks going red as a smile broke through on your face. "Yes, mother."

"Jace," She turned her attention to your brother, pushing your shoulder slightly to face him. "Could you lead your sister to her chambers to rest before supper?"

Jacaerys stood proud and offered out a hand to guide you. It was only now that you realised you were in dire need of a bath, leathers drenched in sweat and skin smelling of dragon. You took his hand and smiled farewell to your family before joining him on the path to The Red Keep. 

"We're all well," He informed you as he led you across the grounds, smiling as you beheld the keep. It hadn't been so long since your last visit here, but it was as though you were seeing it for the first time. You had forgotten how high it reached, how far it spanned, and just how many people were there. Back in Pentos, it all seemed a lot quieter. "The King is deteriorating, but not more so than is expected. The Queen is well, but it is our Uncles you must watch out for." 

He gave your side a knowing nudge with his elbow at that and you laughed. You had almost forgotten about your extended family, so caught up in seeing your siblings. The last time you had seen them, they had barely said a word to you, with Aegon looking frustrated with being forced to make an appearance at your departure. Your childhood with them had been a bittersweet one, with your eldest uncle doing his best to completely ignore you, or sometimes pull your hair if given the chance. Aemond was kinder, but the incident at Driftmark changed something within him, and you found yourself lumped into the hatred he bore your brothers. Helaena was sweeter, you had nothing but fond memories with the girl, even if you had little in common. You shook aside the thoughts. Having repressed them all for over a year until now, you could hold them aside for a little longer. 

"How so?" You inquired, giggling. You knew Jace had never gotten along with your Uncles, and they perhaps hated him even more. You had spent many days watching from the sidelines as they played at swords, bashing each other to the ground at every opportunity.

"Well, Aemond HATES me," He started quite dramatically. "And he hates Luke even more so. He won't ever say it directly, but he talks in these weird riddles as though I won't realise what he actually means when he says-"

As Jace complained about training and dinners, your eyes wandered to where a group of people watched your entrance, servants bowing as you came into view. But there, at the front of the gathering, stood two quite noticeable men, though if not for their bright silver hair, you would have scarcely recognised them. When you had last seen your Uncles, they were still on the cusp of youth, yet their differences were even greater than your brothers.

Aemond stood prouder than you remembered, with a sheet of icy hair that fell like water down his shoulders. His eyepatch was stark against his pale skin and his lips were twitched upwards in something close to a smirk. He watched you like you were beneath him, and there was something almost cat-like in his regards. Poised, careful, waiting for an opportunity to pounce.

Beside him was Aegon, the elder of the two, yet slightly shorter still. Where you remembered a skinny boy with unkempt hair and a youthful face, the man that now regarded you was filled out. Cold eyes, wavy hair cut to his chin and pushed behind his ears and an arrogance that had grown remarkably. If Aemond looked at you like you were a mouse, then Aegon watched with the primal intrigue of a wolf stalking prey. They were your family, you had known them since childhood, and yet the glint in Aegons eyes sent chills that ran down your spine and remained there until long after you left them behind. Their purple eyes followed you all the way across the gardens before Aegon turned his head to whisper something into his brother's ear. Even you could hear the cold laugh that rang out clear across the grounds at whatever he had said.

[prideprejudce]

jacaerys referring to addam and other lowborns as "these people" and "mongrels"

[nikinikori]

“What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms, [...] We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.”

— Maester Aemon Targaryen: "Game of Thrones"

[um-weird-flex-but-ok]

Jace is out here saying “Lady Mysaria” like it’s a slur and honestly fair, because if my step dads former mistress who also happened to be the former head of my home towns crime syndicate, randomly showed up and started fucking my mum - whispering in her ear about giving random poor people our pure breed war machines in the name of woke and war crimes - I’d be pretty pissed too. And that's not even accounting for the disaster that was his mum's last sapphic love affair.

If anyone deserves the right to be a little homophobic it's Jace.

[daemyrarule]

"If I'm Lord of Driftmark it means everyone is dead."

[pascaloverx]

BORN TO DIE

Summary: In a tense political setting, a Targaryen bastard working as a prostitute is summoned by Prince Aemond to the Red Keep. Aemond wants her to approach his dragon, Vhagar, as a test of her worth. Although he plans for her to claim another dragon in the future, her immediate challenge is to survive Prince Aemond demands while trying to stay alive.

Author’s Note: This work is set in the world created by George R.R. Martin, as depicted in his book Fire & Blood, and none of the characters belong to me. The story will follow some events from the series House of the Dragon (2022), but with changes to fit the fanfiction narrative. Therefore, it will not adhere strictly to the series' storyline. This fanfiction is a work of fiction and may contain inappropriate language, adult content, and violence. Readers be warned. I hope you enjoy the story and interact with it. I apologize if there are any errors in the High Valyrian sections; I used a translator and am unsure of its accuracy. Thank you and happy reading.

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PREVIEW

Walking through King's Landing is exhausting. Your life as a bastard has not been easy, especially with the struggle for the Iron Throne. Unsure of which direction to take, you have tried to be invisible to the Targaryens while working in a brothel to survive. This morning, you were summoned by a royal messenger on behalf of King Aegon II. You thought it was a joke, but soon realized you really had to go to the Red Keep. You are taken to whoever summoned you like a little mouse sneaking through the sewers until you reach the surface. Perhaps they don't want to publicize that a prostitute is being brought in for a private conversation with the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms.

"I heard that my presence here had been requested. But I didn't imagine I would be summoned by Prince Aemond," you say as you enter the room indicated by the messenger and come face to face with Aemond One-Eye. He looks a bit more intimidating in person, but in a way, it's not a bad kind of intimidating. Just surprising.

"Ao kostagon enter, bastard." Prince Aemond commands with a certain skill. But you are somewhat worried that he might know you are a Targaryen bastard. So pretending to be oblivious seems to be the wisest course of action for now.

"This is a lovely place. An extremely enchanting castle. However, if you summoned me here for a conversation in another language, I will be a nuisance to Your Highness. Since your request for my presence proves ineffective, perhaps I should leave immediately," you say, trying not to show any hint of fear. You are a prostitute, accustomed to pretending all sorts of things. As you hesitantly move toward the exit of the room, where you are alone with the Prince, he doesn't seem to fall for your ruse. He throws a dagger in your direction, which grazes the corner of your cheek before embedding itself in the door, which is closed.

"Do you intend to waste our time here? I know you speak High Valyrian, and honestly, I’m hating your attempt to deceive me, gundjabo." He speaks while watching you turn, somewhat irritated by his actions. However, the One-Eyed Prince seems very proud of his deed. He is speaking in High Valyrian to you, probably to test you, but you feel that if you do not meet his expectations, the dagger will find its final mark and you will die.

"If you know that I can speak and understand what you are saying in High Valyrian, Your Highness, tell me, what use would a prostitute be to you? Do you, by any chance, have some secret desire in your chambers that requires a different language?" You might lose your tongue for speaking this way to the Prince Regent, but anger got the better of your temper, causing you to suggest that he brought you to the Red Keep to exchange heated vows in High Valyrian, which is nothing but folly.

"Your mouth would be much better sealed forever. But I need you for a mission, so for once, be less of a deceitful prostitute and serve your King," Prince Aemond says as he moves across the room, seemingly trying to reach you. You, however, despite your nerves, manage to grasp the dagger embedded in the door. Now, he stands just a few steps away from you, while you hold the dagger that could have gravely wounded you.

"I think this is yours, Your Highness." Your eyes meet the Prince's gaze. One eye reveals a hint of surprise, perhaps even pride, confirming that you can speak High Valyrian. The other eye, covered forever, conceals something deeper—perhaps resentment, perhaps fear. He approaches slowly, as if analyzing your behavior; likely wary of being harmed. But swiftly, his hand moves over yours, pulling the dagger from your grip and into his own.

"Follow me," is all he says as he sheathes the dagger somewhere in his attire and opens the door. You don’t fully understand his intent, but you know you don’t want to provoke Prince Aemond's wrath. At least not in this way. You follow him quickly, while the Prince seems to be almost racing toward one of the castle’s exits. He mounts a horse with enviable precision. You watch him, still unsure of your role in his sudden departure from the castle. He adjusts his long hair and then extends a hand toward you. You stare at him for three seconds before hearing him grunt in your direction. Seemingly as impatient as possible, he nearly falls off the horse while trying to grasp your arm, but he manages to hold onto it after the first attempt—holding your arm, not falling off the horse.

"Where are we going, Your Highness?" you ask, feeling your hair whip in the wind, as you notice a few people—probably servants of King Aegon II—passing by as if you’re inconsequential. Another grunt from Prince Aemond makes it clear that if you don’t get on the horse, you might be risking your well-being.

"I intend to test you before revealing your purpose. Now I suggest you come with me, or I’ll be forced to find another bastard to replace you and order your death." Prince Aemond seems astonished by your reluctance, forcing you to follow his commands. But really, there’s no other option. You leap toward him, being propelled onto the back of his horse. He begins to gallop with astonishing speed, so fast that you’re compelled to wrap your arms around his waist. He gives a slight turn of his head, looking in your direction, which startles you and almost makes you fall off the horse. However, this seems to amuse Prince Aemond. Before you can react, it seems you’re arriving at a location. A place certainly surrounded by nature, which gives you a comforting feeling despite the unknown. That is, of course, until you notice a massive dragon ahead. He brought you here to become dragon food.

"As flattered as I am by the importance you place on feeding your dragon well, I must say that a prostitute who speaks High Valyrian will not be any more special than any other meal given to your dragon," you say as you dismount the horse, struggling a bit. Prince Aemond is too absorbed in admiring his dragon to notice your struggle to get off the horse.

"Vhagar is a female dragon. And keep your mouth shut for a moment. You’ll soon understand your purpose here," Prince Aemond says, drawing closer to Vhagar. She, with her head lowered, lifts it from amidst some branches and foliage to see who is approaching.

"She is quite impressive. But I don’t understand why I was brought here, Prince Aemond. Is there a reason I need to meet your dragon?" you say as you follow the Prince toward the dragon. Vhagar emits a somewhat shrill noise, making you stop for a moment to look at her.

"I’ve heard that my sister plans to raise an army of bastards. I thought I might at least try to have one bastard on my side. There is a dragon, which has been confirmed to be available to be claimed. I want you to claim it for me and fight alongside your King." Prince Aemond speaks with vigor, as if discussing a great triumph that is to come. You look at him reluctantly, struggling to accept such an absurd proposal.

"You brought me here to force me to interact with your dragon. So if I don’t pass this test, I’ll be eliminated one way or another," you say, looking at Prince Aemond with some anger. He remains indifferent to whether you live or die. He just wants to ensure that he isn’t wasting his time chasing an illusion.

"I'm glad you're not as stupid as you seem. Now, stop wasting our time and go on," he says, as impatient as ever, stopping midway between you and Vhagar. You let out a nervous laugh, not quite believing that this is how you're going to meet your end.

"Likyri, ȳdra daor sagon zūgagon." You speak with a certain precision as you approach Vhagar. It’s not as if your job is to claim her. But if she accepts you, you might be able to prove useful to the Prince. And if you’re useful to him, you’ll be useful to the King. You move your hand forward to signal Vhagar that you are there. You are a nobody to her, but you appear alongside her rider. You look into her eyes, trying to stay steady as the dragon raises part of her body in your direction. She seems to be still assessing who or what you are.

"Gīda, Vhagar. Ao ȳdra daor jorrāelagon naejot zūgagon nyke." You try to calm her, speaking in High Valyrian or at least the most you’ve learned. You’re somewhat terrified when you notice that your hand is on Vhagar. It seems she has allowed you to touch her, perhaps mistaking you for a previous rider. The reasons for the dragon allowing your touch may not be particularly relevant. What matters is that now you’re at risk of becoming dragon food, as Prince Aemond certainly seems very enthusiastic about the fact that you’ve touched, and are still touching, his dragon.

TO BE CONTINUED...

[saltandfire-blog]

Corlys’ Shipbrat Pack

If the Sea Snake didn’t already have white hair, I’m sure these guys would have given him plenty.

a commission by the lovely @lonelymagpies of my little ship rats from my story Salt and Fire

from top left to right: Jommy Harte, Clifford Sunglass, Alyn and Addam of Hull

bottom row: Nettles, Jace and Luke Velaryon

[thevelaryons]

The thing about pitting Rhaenys (show) and Catelyn (show & book) against each other, in their reactions to their husband’s bastards, is that it completely ignores the context of their situations.

Many men fathered bastards. Catelyn had grown up with that knowledge. It came as no surprise to her, in the first year of her marriage, to learn that Ned had fathered a child on some girl chance met on campaign. He had a man’s needs, after all, and they had spent that year apart, Ned off at war in the south while she remained safe in her father’s castle at Riverrun. Her thoughts were more of Robb, the infant at her breast, than of the husband she scarcely knew. He was welcome to whatever solace he might find between battles. And if his seed quickened, she expected he would see to the child’s needs.

He did more than that. The Starks were not like other men. Ned brought his bastard home with him, and called him “son” for all the north to see. When the wars were over at last, and Catelyn rode to Winterfell, Jon and his wet nurse had already taken up residence.

That cut deep. Ned would not speak of the mother, not so much as a word, but a castle has no secrets, and Catelyn heard her maids repeating tales they heard from the lips of her husband’s soldiers.

— A Game of Thrones, Catelyn II

Catelyn understands the social rules of the society she lives. She’s been taught the belief that men having affairs and fathering bastards is normal. But even in such a patriarchal society, there has to be a level of respect afforded to the wives of the men that cheat (especially if they’re noblewomen from powerful families). In Catelyn’s case, she feels slighted because her husband raised his bastard in the same household. It is considered a social insult to Catelyn that her husband did this to her.

She had come to love her husband with all her heart, but she had never found it in her to love Jon. She might have overlooked a dozen bastards for Ned’s sake, so long as they were out of sight. Jon was never out of sight, and as he grew, he looked more like Ned than any of the trueborn sons she bore him. Somehow that made it worse.

— A Game of Thrones, Catelyn II

Obviously it’s not fair to Jon that Catelyn takes out her resentment on him. Though from her POV chapters, it’s shown that she holds no negativity towards Ned’s mystery mistress despite hating Jon. It’s impossible to hate someone you don’t even know. Meanwhile, Jon is a living, breathing reminder of her husband’s infidelity. While it would be a more reasonable reaction for her to dislike Ned rather than misdirect her negative feelings towards Jon, Ned is still her lord husband. It is easier for Catelyn to hate Jon.

When it comes to Rhaenys, her husband’s mistress and bastards are relatively unknown to her, even if she is aware of their existence. They were kept far away from her. So Rhaenys is less likely to resent them. That’s why Rhaenys addresses only Corlys with barely concealed anger but Alyn doesn’t earn her scorn. The scene between her and Alyn in episode 4 appears to be the first time those two have ever interacted. Rhaenys has not had to live every day with the reminder of her husband’s betrayal. If it’s out of sight, it can be (relatively) out of her mind.

I’m sure that the way this show characterizes its female characters as more gentler/calm individuals definitely plays a part with how Rhaenys reacts here too. Which is why the viewers are led to assume Rhaenys just quietly accepted the fact of her husband cheating on her.

In the book, Corlys never dared have his bastards around whilst his wife still lived. He kept the affair so discreet that had it not been for him personally presenting the boys at the Red Sowing, no one would have assumed him to be the father. Both Addam & Alyn were staying with their mother and serving in her fleet. In the show, Alyn is in Corlys’ fleet, and therefore more likely to come under notice (and that’s exactly what happens).

Princess Rhaenys, his wife, had the fiery temperament of many Targaryens, Mushroom says, and would not have taken kindly to her lord husband fathering bastards on a girl half her age, and a shipwright’s daughter besides. Therefore his lordship had prudently ended his “shipyard trysts” with Mouse after Alyn’s birth, commanding her to keep her boys far from court. Only after the death of Princess Rhaenys did Lord Corlys at last feel able to bring his bastards safely forward.

— Fire & Blood, The Dying of the Dragons

Not only did Corlys have an affair with a young girl (coincidentally the same age Rhaenys was when she married him), but said girl is also a commoner. Rhaenys is a princess who could have been a queen. For Corlys to make his affair public would have been a huge insult to his wife, even if he never brought up the matter of his bastards. Rhaenys would have been rightfully furious at the shame her husband’s actions bring upon her. She was the first to speak up when her position as heir was usurped so that suggests she’s not the type to just turn a blind eye to anything she considers an injustice against her. Book version has a far more fiery personality than her show counterpart. Her reaction to the truth would probably be different too.

A detail in episode 4 which I did like is when Rhaenys corrected Alyn about her title. Princess not Lady. She’s asserting her position and status in that moment. Alyn serves the Lord of Driftmark so naturally his Lord’s wife would be a Lady to him. By correcting Alyn, Rhaenys places him in the position of an ignorant who does not even know the difference between the titles. Perhaps a subtle expression of classism towards another who is very much beneath her. But the glimmer of antagonism is gone as soon as it appears. Their interaction is not simply Rhaenys welcoming her husband’s bastard with open arms.

The show leaves Rhaenys’ original reaction, when she first finds out about the affair, to the imagination. So it’s difficult to say what exactly she felt in the moment. Unlike fiery tempered book!Rhaenys, the show version is more calm and collected. She is a person who seeks peaceful resolutions to problems (similar to Catelyn) so her reaction in the show makes sense for her even if it’s different from how the book version of her may have reacted. In the HOTD canon, we’re basically getting an interpretation of how Catelyn might’ve reacted to Jon had he been raised away from Winterfell.

[just-some-user-hunny]

me just imagining Bastard! reader finally being happy with her real brothers find her and work at the castle.

Like their at a hunting party, and Reader is just in her open tent and with her brothers laughing and smiling for the first time since shes been kidnaped.

reader eats and plays with her brothers for the majority of the hunting party and she had their tents nearby.

Also, reader's youngest brother is just glued to her side and she just holds his hand everywhere they go.

Just the family's reaction to the reader eating a good amount of food with her brothers would be happy but luke and jace are jealous they could never make her laugh like that.

I adore this scenario 😭💕

Luke and Jace would be hit the hardest I think with this. Daemon is content that they are no longer constantly weeping and scowling at him, Rhaenyra is happy that you're finally eating and smiling, and although the action of having not only a bastard in court- but her own peasant half-brothers brought in as well to work in the castle would definitely be some juicy gossip for the nobles to enjoy bickering and snorting at, the targs do not particularly care.

In this scenario, Bastard! princess has it pretty well for herself. Although there is a class division between her and her brother's, their ranks are unequal- but at least they'll be together. They'd soak up most of her attention, especially away from the two princes.

Rhaenyra would often have to soothe the jealous remarks and tears from her little sons, and encourage them to get along the best they can :/ because look, she is happy. They are making her smile, isn't that better than her tears? However, she could cry herself a little at Luke's little soft remark of 'i want to make her smile too'.

Bastard!reader tumbling around in the grass with her brother's, her pretty dressed getting soiled with grass and mud, whilst the princes look on with jealously.

[fanfictionroxs]

(Custody) Battle of for the Bastards!

Can y'all imagine the custody battle over Jace, Luke & Joffrey aka the 'bastards'?

Rhaenyra: Strongest claim because she's the mommy who doesn't give a single shit about the bastard nonsense of their society and protects her kids like a dragon protecting its hoard. Screw everyone. SHE is the queen and her firstborn WILL be her heir and the rest WILL be well settled!

The judge loves her!

Harwin Mr. literal heart eyes at his babies: STRONGest claim lmao. He is fine with standing by the sidelines and watching his sons call others 'father', but he WILL commit murder and breakbones if you try to steal them. Nurturing comes very naturally to him and he is super sweet with his kids!

The judge loves him too!

Leanor: ADOPTION RIGHTS! JACE IS MY FIRSTBORN, LUKE IS MY HEIR AND JOFFREY IS NAMED AFTER MY DEAD LOVER! MY SONS!

The judge loves him three!

Deamon: I CUT OFF HEADS FOR THOSE KIDS! I TAUGHT JACE AND LUKE WHAT BEING A MAN IS! I RAISED JOFFREY! *bares teeth* MINE!

The judge is terrified, "sir put your sword away this is a legal proceeding" bangs gavel "order order" daemon cuts the gavel with his sword and gets thrown out of court!

Incoming Aegon ii, Aemond and Daeron with 'Uncle rights' custody papers to lay claim on their handsome, wise, strong nephews they 'hate' so much.

The judge wants to go home because he married these kids with their nephews (?!@#$) yesterday sweet home westeros!

Alicent behind them: Bastard 1 & I have the same bad posture; bastard 2 & I take the same anxiety meds; I am the father AND the evil step-mother, your honour *Larys trying to stab Harwin in the background*.

The judge sets the courtroom on fire!

Jace: Wins the custody battle because eldest daughter syndrome rights :)

[allyriadayne]

some thoughts about jace during the dace and his relationship to kingship and rhaenyra⁓

rhaenys dies in rook's rest and corlys is angry because it should've been rhaenyra. Jace must take the reins if they want to win. Rhaenyra must wake so he takes care of his siblings, her weakest points, so he sends them far and wide so she will not fear for their life. except..... it'll be jace next. he didn't think of himself.

and in the next part: "Prince Jacaerys soon brought the Lord of the Tides back into the fold by naming him the Hand of the Queen" Jace said, let's get this bitch on the road!! but it's soo indicative of what were jace's priorities and there being some kind of friction or at least disappointment in his dynamic with rhaenyra that she's not doing what he thinks she must.

jace's list: 1) bring corlys back as hand 2) plan the rest of the war 3) bring rhaenyra back 4) win war? 5) ?????? 6) ?????? 7) mourn luke after (or never).

"syrax" crrrazy because Jace is really counting on rhaenyra to be A Queen. he's fighting tooth and nail for her to get back to the realm of the living. he won't ever give up on her! it's really so sad.

like imagine the great strain jace is put in because he must compensate for rhaenyra's absence. appeasing corlys, comfort his siblings for being separated so soon after Luke's death, the war, being a good son and heir. and also, to be the most senior available dragonrider on the island, their only line of defense!! he was fifteen!! coming up with the dragonseeds plan must have been such a relief.

[dragonworshippersblog]

i was talking to a person on twitter and she said that when daemon decapitated vaemond that was the proof that the green would not have been safe cause "he died for telling the truth". aegon is a rapist, this is also a truth. so a lord or a lady can accuse him in front of the whole court of forcing himself on the maids without being at best thrown in a cell? Aemond is a kinslayer, so a lady or a lord can insult him in front of everyone and have and have no repercussions? this speech is applicable to all members of the royal family (and sure to the most important house too), but of course this is a problem only when rhaenyra benefits from it.

[stoneddoom]

I just want to read fics where Alys Rivers turns out to be Lucerys in disguise. I have very strong feelings about this headcanon.

[daeneryseastar]

“He’s always angry, but we haven’t done anything.”

“…but I have a crooked finger, just like Mama!”

“We were born here. Mama is our mother.”

“I do not wish to be different.” “Nor do I.”

“So let us be good sons and please those who love us, so they may forget what we lack.”

I’m never going to recover from this. Once again scenes were removed that would add to both boys characterizations, and we all know why. The scenes would make the audience realize how Aemond’s ‘I’m being bullied for not having a dragon :( I’m the real victim!’ storyline so fallible and easy to shatter in universe because it’s a completely normal occurrence for Targaryen’s. Aemond is not the first child to not have a dragon by the age of ten, the original conqueror’s, Baelon, Alyssa, Rhaenys, Laena, Viserys, Daemon, Aegon II, Helaena, etc. all claimed young or fully grown dragons somewhere between the ages of 11-18.

The only character that had the potential to be marketed as his biggest bully is his brother. They’re never going to convince me (and many others) that it was Rhaenyra’s sons who would ever go after another child for their lack of a dragon, especially given that they were almost surely taught that hatching a cradle egg is but one way for a Targaryen to have a dragon. Aemond felt lesser than his nephews due to the way Alicent was parenting him. She led him to believe that his nephews were bastards, that due to their blood they were beneath him, and this is what led to his inferiority complex. It makes more sense than the crock of shit the show runners decided to include in the show.

Rhaenyra and her sons were subjected to actual abuse and bigotry over the timeskip due to their gender and their blood, respectively. It very much makes me sick how they’re being treated by not only the show runners, but a decent portion of the audience as well. Bastardphobia is not cool or edgy. Looking down on someone because their parents weren’t married is vile. It falls into the same category as believing in blood supremacy. It’s 2024. Do better.

Jace and Luke will forever be Mama’s boys and are never beating the best brothers/sons allegations.

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[meleys-the-red-queen]

Still weird that when trying to insult the Velaryon boys, people resort to calling them bastards as if that, in any way, makes them actually lesser than the people around them. Like sure socially, not great. But at the end of the day, their biological father doesn’t determine how smart or kind or how worthy they are, especially when it’s something they had no control over.

Are they biologically Laenor’s? Naw. Did Laenor and by extension Corlys love them and claim them? Yes.

[littleandless]

i just realized his mother is slightly taller than him