#but alicent gets hit on all the time at these things so rhaenyra just wears her down. little by little

[rogueorbit]

alicent should play the harp

[whitegownsandflowercrowns]

My Rewatch 1x01: "The Heirs of the Dragon"

I do love the choice to start with the Great Council; it's what started this whole thing and there's a 99% chance of it coming out very clunky if you try to talk about it in expository dialogue.

I missed the opening titles this episode :(

Oh god I forgot how happy Rhaenyra and Alicent used to be. It's so much harder to watch their 1x01 scenes when you've watched everything after go down.

Also am I seeing things or was Rhaenyra very much checking out Alicent at the end of their first scene together?

When I watched Aemma and Rhaenyra's scene I thought it was kind of darkly funny how Rhaenyra essentially said "hey mom, are you feeling alright? no one's checked in on you" and Aemma basically responded "you are a womb for the crown." After watching the rest of Aemma's scenes, though, any humor is gone. I'll elaborate.

Did not think the first person I would want to kill Viserys for would be Rhaenyra. But seriously, there's no need to emphasize how you know this baby is a boy and how you're so excited to finally have a boy as many times as he does in this scene when your daughter is right there. UGGHHHH I hate him so much.

DAEMON SHE IS FOURTEEN STOP LOOKING AT HER LIKE THAT

Back to Aemma: something about her scenes that struck me so much harder this time is how much she clearly hates pregnancy, and how hard she's trying to convince herself that she doesn't. Her conversation with Rhaenyra? Trying to convince herself that to give birth to dead children over and over again is her duty, that there is something noble in this suffering. In her bath scene with Viserys she keeps making "jokes" about how awful pregnancy is ("at this point I may very well give birth to a dragon", "born wearing a crown? childbirth is painful enough.") Her book counterpart was married to Viserys at 11, and he only waited two years to start trying to get children out of her. It's unclear how old Show!Aemma is supposed to be, but if we're taking that as canon, she has known nothing else her entire life. She believes that this is her one task, her one duty, and so she must repress the fact that she clearly hates it. And then the fact that her one attempt to gain some autonomy is what led to her death...

Ok so fun fact I cannot watch the Gold Cloaks with a straight face anymore because when I showed @lovelybeautifulwasteland the show and we got to the scene of Daemon hyping them up she just said "it's giving they've explored each other's bodies" with no context and now that is the only thing I can think of so as they're all chanting I'm just laughing hysterically.

Once again, Alicent and Rhaenyra happily gossiping during the tourney is rough when you realize this is essentially the last time the two of them (especially Alicent) will ever truly be happy.

Also Rhaenyra holding Alicent's hand when she notices her picking at her skin...they love each other so much

FIRST LOOK AT CRISTON

Also Rhaenys I am so sorry that I have ever spoken against you. I am apologizing in advance for when I rewatch 1x02 (and maybe 1x09) and I will speak against her again. She doesn't deserve that. She does, but also she doesn't. I love her.

We got so many reaction shots of Laena during the tourney, and a few of her clutching Laenor's arm when she was shocked. I wish we could have seen so much more of their sibling relationship, I would have loved that.

Daemon asking for Alicent's favor immediately after knocking Gwayne out...I am praying for them to interact a lot in Season 3, there's so much potential there.

Aemma's death legitimately almost made me cry this time around because I think it finally truly hit me just how viscerally horrible it is. Viserys barely hesitates before asking "you can save the child?" She's so happy when he tells her that they're bringing the baby out, she thinks it's all going to be okay. And then when they hold her down and start cutting into her, she's so scared. She's so scared, and she doesn't know what's going on, and her husband who she's sacrificed child after child trying to do her duty for isn't doing anything to stop the maester from hurting her and he just keeps telling her that they're bringing the baby out and he loves her, and her final moments are spent in fear and confusion and pain. I hate Viserys so so much.

Also during the funeral, when Rhaenyra wonders if he finally experienced happiness for the few hours that Baelon was alive...I really do wonder, if Baelon had survived, if Viserys would have regretted it even half as much.

Look, I think, out of all of the main cast, Viserys did the most damage. But I do think that there is a really compelling argument that Otto is the single cruelest character in the entire cast. Daemon enjoys violence, sure, but he does care. In his own way. Otto doesn't even wait until the day after Aemma's funeral to immediately start pressing on the topic of heir, covering it all up under the (very very thin) veneer of the whole "I hate to bring it up now" act, and he sends his fourteen-year old daughter to Viserys' chambers literally hours later. He does love her, and he seems to care for Viserys, but he's just so, so cruel.

On that note, "you might wear one of your mother's dresses" really stuck out to me this time around, more so than "in his chambers?" Because let's be honest: the second Otto said "I thought you might go to him" Alicent knew damn well what the subtext of that was. But there was still the plausible deniability. She could convince herself that maybe her father really did just want her to comfort Viserys after a horrible loss. But "you might wear one of your mother's dresses?" There is absolutely no mistaking what the true intention of this visit is. Coupled with the sheerness of the dress in question, that it was clearly made for an adult woman...Otto you're going straight to hell with Viserys.

Alicent in this scene and the choices she makes also really stood out. Because, like I said, she knows that her father wants her to seduce Viserys. Maybe not in the moment right then and there, but he wants her to at least begin the process. She can't completely go against her father's wishes and sit in silence with Viserys, but she also doesn't want to seduce her best friend's father. So she plays it very carefully: she keeps a conversation rolling, but she makes sure that she's just being a friend. I feel so sad for her.

The fact that Viserys names Rhaenyra heir at most 48 hours after Aemma's death is really the worst part of her death. She died for absolutely nothing.

I will not become a Daemon fan. I will not become a Daemon fan. I will not become a Daemon fan. I will not become a Daemon fan.

Viserys' little spiel about control of the dragons being an illusion and how easily the Targaryens could tear themselves apart...it's THE THEMESSSS

I said a while back that I couldn't remember any moment in Season 1 that really said Mysaria was attracted to Daemon, but honestly? She has a few moments that make me think that she genuinely does like him, it's not just the money.

The ending to this episode is just SO good. Cutting between Viserys telling Rhaenyra about the Song of Ice and Fire, Alicent getting her ready for the ceremony, the heir ceremony itself...it's just so good.

Also tell me why I was tempted to cry when they played "A Song of Ice and Fire" over the credits, I just love this show so much and Ramin Djawadi is an actual genius.

[annwrites]

Hi! Sorry I was rude and didnt say hello before, I just love your interesting hotd opinions!

If you had to rank the HOTD men from LEAST to MOST freaky, how would you place them in order?

Jace, Luke (aged up), Aegon, Aemond, Daemon, Harwin, Larys, Otto, Criston, Cregan, Benji/Davos, Our resident queen Ser Simon Strong

I’m going with Jace, Luke, Harwin and Cregan as the least freaky. Just passionate lovers and probably naturally vanilla until they maybe experiment with their trusting and loving wife. Criston is an asshole but he doesn’t seem to be freaky. His sex scene where Rhaenyra lost her virginity to him was very vanilla and sensual (complimentary). It was just relaxed, intimate and romantic. You could tell it was a female director for that episode. When we see older Criston, it’s him letting Alicent slap him and he goes down on her and it wasn’t the first time. Later on, they are caught having sex with her on top. He takes care of his female sexual partners but he isn’t a freak per say. He is vanilla

Aegon and Aemond have mommy issues so they are always doing role plays with older women and who knows what they like in bed but I have a feeling they both like to get pegged. Aegon likes it rough and Aemond likes gentle pegging, lovemaking pegging if you will.

Otto is into some incest roleplay and dom power plays, same as Larys but Larys adds hit foot kink in the mix to really spice it up.

I feel like Benji/Davos is into some some of BDSM or pain kink, with an added blood kink. He starts fights over little things just to get hit and feel it, feel himself bleed, watch himself bleed.

Daemon we all know Daemon is the most sexually liberated. Constantly going to brothels on the street of silk when he was a teenager, along with his brother. Then he was with Mysaria and then Laena and then Rhaeynra. In between, he clearly had other lovers. I would bet he had threesomes, foresomes and orgies.

You weren’t rude at all! That was just so funny for me to receive at around 1 am LOL.

And I don’t know that I can really rank them by freak level, but I will headcanon what I think their kinks to be!

For Jace, I’ve written him going various directions in terms of what he likes & will do in bed. In my ‘Give Me Your Wrists’ one-shot, I portrayed him as a dom who was very much dominant. Like: ropeplay, remember your safeword, I’ll reward you after I’ve overstimulated & creampied you multiple times dominant. But in my ‘Trick-or-Treat’ series, he’s def a flirt, but also very sweet toward his twin & would do anything for her. And then there’s my ‘A Call to Arms’ series where he likes to talk a big game, but lets reader femdom him in every way. He gets off on pleasing her and being ordered around. Her pleasure comes first, even if he doesn’t get to cum. Actually, don’t let him come. And make fun of him for wanting to. Until he’s a whimpering, teary mess. And make sure his cock is throbbing and his next orgasm is ruined, btw.

I won’t write anything regarding Luke, because the character & actor both are underage & it makes me uncomfy. But I do think he would be a sweet boyfriend & maybe shy, if nothing else.

For Aegon, I don’t see him as incredibly dominant, tbh. Honestly, I think he’d like things to be slow, gentle, & vanilla. That he just wants tender, loving care. And I def think he would have a praise kink. He just wants to feel cherished, desired, & like he isn’t worthless, unlike how his mother makes him feel. And I think he would treat reader as not only his lover, but a surrogate mother.

Aemond would be dominant, yes, but it’s more-so about possession with him. I’ll go off of how I’ve been & intend to continue writing him when he’s paired with niece!reader. Holding down wrists, whispering about how you belong to him and are his property, and how he’ll kill anyone who dares try to come between you. Always sliding his hands along your body and keeping you close.

He likes for you not to wear smallclothes to bed so he can have free access to you when certain urges come over him in the middle of the night. He does like it when you touch him gently, though, and are simply in your feminine form: sweet and docile and sweet. By extension…he also likes when you become with child/give birth & start to lactate, which he takes advantage of. Because it soothes him. He feels that your body belongs to him to use how he sees fit. Because that’s the way it’s meant to be between a man and wife, isn’t it? Yes, of course you agree. You agree with everything he says. As you should.

Daemon is just a straight-up freak. Not much is off-limits with him & he doesn’t limit himself to solely women, either. Honestly, just use your imagination with him & he’d probably do it.

Harwin, I think, would be, initially, very careful with you, not wanting you to be afraid of him, due to his size and moniker. Lotus flower position, oral, & mating press all day. But if you wanted to expirement, he’d merely chuckle, but nevertheless get a twinkle in his eye at the prospect of getting to tie you up and spank you, etc. Def would encourage you to use your safeword at any time you even begin to think that you’ve maybe had too much. Lots of aftercare. Loves praising you for being his good girl.

Larys... God, it depends what version of Larys we’re going with in my head…

Alright, so, if it’s the Larys I plan to write in my college!au where he’s a professor carrying on with his freshman student, he’s tender, but much prefers to take the lead. He is a teacher, after all. And teach he most certainly will. He’s not afraid to tell you what to do. And he doesn’t mind dirty talk, or teasing: “Shh. I know, it feels good. But…what if I told you that I’m not ready to let you orgasm quite yet? I’d like to draw this out. Wouldn’t you? You will behave yourself, won’t you, my sweet?”.

Might be into dacryphilia, but he’s not into causing you true pain. Not against bending you over his desk and spanking your backside until it’s nice and red, and your pussy is dripping, but he doesn’t want you to be covered in bruises, or to ever be brought to a point where you feel a need to tell him stop. That’s not his thing.

He does like you sitting in the front row of his class without panties and spread legs, though, so he can get a good look at your pussy while you’re taking a test, he’s grading papers, and the rest of the class is oblivious.

As for the Larys from the show? He’ll blackmail you into belonging wholly to him in every single way imaginable. Your body belongs to him. Period. And you’ll do as he tells you to without a word of protest. Otherwise? He’ll have one of his little assassins start taking out your family and friends one-by-one, until he is the only shelter you have left. Honestly? Please, try to betray him. He’d love nothing more than to alienate you more than he already has so he can make you all his at last, with no one left to stand in his way. He’ll have you constantly followed and spied upon, so you wouldn’t be likely to get a chance, though. You’re trapped, baby, with no way out. <3

It’s so funny that you think Otto would be into incest roleplay! Idk if you’ve read my ‘One in the Same’ series for him, but pseudo-incest plays a large part in him & reader’s dynamic in it. Yeah, you’re his surrogate daughter. <3 And daddy knows best. And you best behave yourself, or he will take you properly in-hand if you don’t. Tbh, he loves taming an insolent little brat like you. Just give him an excuse to punish you. He’s domineering and a know-it-all, but his priority is still his wife’s pleasure.

I’ve 100% romanticized him having ED in my fic. But he doesn’t let that stop him from letting you please yourself while utilizing his cock! He’s no longer in his prime, but you are his world, so he’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy. Also likes having you cockwarm him while he busies himself with work. But unless you come from his cock alone (no touching yourself), then you don’t get to cum at all. Loves when you’re all whiny and frustrated from not orgasming in days, even if he acts like it doesn’t thrill him. And when you call him ‘father’? Yeah, things might just start working down there again all of a sudden.

Criston is vanilla, but will def pray to the Gods for forgiveness while he’s simultaneously fucking you. Always says that it’s the last time. But he always returns to you for more, because you just…feel so fucking good. And he worships at the altar between your legs. Allows your arousal to wash him clean as he tongues your cunt. Will do anything to please you…his lady. His goddess. The most divine being he’s ever seen. You are to be treated with reverence. And treat you with as much he does. Every night.

Cregan is all about the breeding kink, baby! Wants you pregnant 24/7. And if you’re not pregnant, then he’s not stopping until you are. And not opposed whatsoever to drinking your breastmilk. All about giving you creampies over and over again until he’s running down your legs and dripping from between your thighs. Gods, just the sight of you heavy with his seed gets him erect. I mean, how the fuck is he supposed to get anything done with you walking around Winterfell carrying his child?

He loves giving you oral. Oh, you just came for the third time in a row? How about a fourth? Can his sweet, darling wife handle that? Just one more orgasm. You’re so beautiful spread open like this before him. Pink and glistening and your cunt is weeping for him, practically begging for more from the way it’s desperately pulsating before him. Maybe you’d like a couple fingers to clench around as well? Hm? Isn’t that nice, so you’re no longer empty? Yes, he thought it would be.

Idk about Benji bc I’ve never written for him & I honestly have 0 attraction to the man. I just do not see what so many others seem to. I’m sorry, lol. I think he’d be into bloodplay, though.

I’m not attracted to Ser Simon either, but I can still headcanon him as being honestly kinda playful in bed. If you’re younger than him? Gods have mercy, you must take pity on his dear old heart. Just to see you naked alone is enough to take his breath away.

I think he’d be a talker. Just about anything. He’ll talk about his whole damn day while you’re bouncing on his cock and he’s gripping your hips, or just praise you for how lovely you are. Loves kissing your breasts. Adores when you play with his beard. Likes feeding you treats. Strawberries, sweets, wine. You are his darling girl and he’ll make you lady of Harrenhal, if that’s what your heart desires. He may not be able to actually grant you such a title in name, but you will be in every other essence.

[aemondtragaryen-archived]

maybe I'm insane but I’m thinking about Rhaenyra’s and Aegon’s coronation scenes. she is wearing her father’s crown and looks half in grief when her allies bend the knee to her. that morning she had a father, thought she might have peace with alicent, had claimed her son’s inheritance, and had another child. in the same day her father is dead, alicent had aegon crowned, and her child came too soon and died. her daughter, her only daughter.

but she wears the crown so well. it fits her. it does not look heavy. she is prepared to do her duty. then there’s aegon.

he wears the conquerors crown, the crown of the man he was named after. he begs his brother to let him flee his home. this is the only time we see aegon beg aemond anything. you can see a fleeting moment when his brother might have let him flee, but aegon is in the sept nonetheless. he walks to his birthright (the one he never wanted) like a funeral march. the crown should be born to head, a perfect fit, but it looks unbearably heavy. he is ill suited, he knows he cannot bear it. but he has too (when you remember the in fire and blood the only thing that can convince aegon to be crowned is that rhaenyra would kill his children and siblings to be unchallenged. he only wavers for his family, not himself. this hits much harder).

she bears everything easier than he does. he is born for it in principle: he is a man with the conqueror’s name (and that is all that matters to the men of Westeros), but she wears it while he is weighed down by it. It is her birthright, but it is also his birthright. in the end she takes her place as queen for her children’s safety, and though we do not get this in the show, that is why aegon takes the iron throne too. at that point she had lost so much already and he had spent a lifetime not desiring it, but they both have to sit on the throne for their family’s safety.

they are not so different. their reasons are not so different. they had not lost children by that point, greed for power had not sunk into their veins by then. the  throne was just a seat at that point. it was not worth squandering a family legacy for. until it was

[black-queen-rising]

The first thing Rhaenyra felt as The Queen turned was her stepmother's all too familiar gaze of disdain as it pierced her lavish exterior. For a long time she had wondered if anything would be enough to absent her from such an uncomfortable greeting, if only she could find the right thing to say, do, or wear. But those were the misguided hopes of youth, if the past ten years had taught the Princess-Hand anything the previous double had not, it was that the contempt elicited whenever she entered Alicent’s vicinity had nothing to do with her at all.

That gaze had been a constant in Rhaenyra’s life since she had barely hit double digits, it was not evoked by her cosmetics, any luxury, or even propriety at all, at least, not hers. It was the look that embodied her bitterness at the positions where they had all landed in life, the role Rhaenyra had dedicated her entire life working to prove she was worthy of, and Alicent’s belief it still belonged to her son; she was owed it by his very existence.

Aemma did as she was told with well-mannered charm for her age and for that Rhaenyra was very grateful. She, nodded politely at Alicent’s response, adding with well-performed sincerity, “And we are all indebted to your dedication, your Grace.” Then she knelt down to speak to her daughter, managing her skirts with practiced ease as she slipped into their mother-tongue, knowing Aemma in particular always responded better to instructions delivered in High Valyrian. “Do you think you can go with Lily and get dressed for me, sweetling? She’ll get you some breakfast while the Queen and I get some grown-up things out of the way and then I’ll come and we can play for a while before I’m off for the day, does that sound alright?”

She pressed a kiss to her daughter’s cheek as she finished speaking and Aemma nodded enthusiastically, then held out her pinky, “Promise?” Rhaenyra grasped it with her own, nearly allowing herself to get lost in the brief hug she got in response before her nursemaid led the young Princess back to her bed chamber. She wanted to follow them, she wished for nothing more than to send Alicent away, say whatever she had come for could be handled later, and melt back into the embrace of her little girl. In better times she would have been able to, in better times such a small impropriety would’ve been her right, in better times she was just the King’s Hand. This was not those times, Rhaenyra straightened, and turned her attention back to The Queen.

“Do you have a moment to speak of our discussions from The Council meeting?”

She met the response with another nod, swallowing a sigh, and inviting Alicent to sit as she moved to do the same. “Of course, your Grace, The Hand always has time for matters of Council, especially with the King’s condition. Please, come, sit, would you like me to send for some tea?” Rhaenyra’s mind began to turn with what matter the Queen had been so concerned as to come to her for. To be summoned to discuss matters of state was hardly unusual, to be sought out was a rarity, though perhaps she was reading to much into it; Alicent was a mother too, there was no denying that, and any mildly caring soul would try to soothe a crying babe, neither could she deny Alicent was caring when she wished to be, just not to her.

That said, matters of Council had been even more banally procedural than usual, loathe to make any important decisions with the King in his present state, and near-entirely concerned with the logistics and politics of the hundreds of nobility set to attend the fast approaching Court proceedings. “How may I be of assistance? I’ve been meaning to thank you, actually, for your help with coordinating all our guests, I heard the Lannister host was particularly pleased with their greeting. With the extra responsibility on all our shoulders, the diligence is appreciated.” Rhaenyra’s courtesy waned slightly, however, as she continued, “Though, if you are here to propose we make any political plans, perhaps I ought to summon my Prince Husband. It would not due to make any decisions for the Kingdom while we only represent its fairer half, after all.”

A Beginning

Part of @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood

( Starter with @black-queen-rising )

The annoyance that Alicent had seemingly woken up with only followed her throughout the early morning. She had ordered the maids from her room after the rich, emerald dress for the day had been laid out for her. A new set of jewels gifted to her for the Queen's name day celebrations from a Lord whose name she did not care to know was placed beside her. Her mind raced as it always did; thoughts of her husband's failing health, matters of state, her children and of course the heir herself. Alicent fought against the eye roll that threatened to come over at the thought of the spoilt, immature Princess. Gods, she had to calm herself. Her delicate, ringed fingers moved over the petite, pointed star necklace as it sat on her neck.

Alicent had spent the next few moments brushing her thick, brown locks just as her mother once did so many years ago to count. The melancholy feelings came over her as it always did when the thoughts of her mother came over her and for a moment, Alicent wondered if it was because she had never been able to grieve. Still, those thoughts were not needed and hadn't been for a long time. She decided to have those wavy curls to cascade down her back for today; an unusual choice and one Alicent did not read too much into. It seemed the day would still not be kind to her, she thought to herself whilst resting her arms down her sides. The screaming and sobbing coming from the Princess' chambers had the Queen debating on her course of action for the day. Alicent cocked her head to the side as she witnessed a maid seemingly losing control of the situation. What situation, the Queen was unaware of. "Oh , your grace." The maid called out; breathless and bowing her head in a hurry. Alicent's hand moved down the skirt of her dress; the silk gave her comfort if only for a mere moment. "Is something wrong?"

The politeness, superior air surrounded Alicent as she gracefully stepped forward; those big, doe eyes of hers scanning the door that was open slightly. "It's the children..they want their mother." For a moment, Alicent wondered if her children ever wanted her. "The Princess is not here?" The annoyance slipped into her tone before the Queen was able to hide it. "Mama!!" A shrill call of a child had both the women's head move towards the door as the little Princess Aemma raced through; her eyes wet and face snotty as she cried even more. "I will get her for you, little one." Alicent watched in complete shock as the maid abandoned her and thoughts of punishment moved through her mind.

"Pretty..." The soft whisper of a child called her attention as Alicent stared down and for some reason, the child did not shrink from her gaze. It was only after a moment the Queen realised she was clinging to her skirts. "Thank you.." The awkwardness was clear to see except for Aemma who Alicent had long been ignoring for many reasons. In that moment, all she could think about was her own daughters and something in her face must have softened. "Up?" Aemma tugged on the skirt for more attention as Alicent began to shake her head. It seemed Rhaenyra's spoilt nature had travelled to her children as Aemma began to cry.

Gently Alicent brought the girl into her arms; the weight unfamiliar; her own children were grown and she could not recall carrying them at this age. The silence was welcomed as Aemma was soon distracted by the Queen's long hair whilst Alicent in a gentle move stroked a lock of Aemma's hair from her face.

[targwh0re]

Gwayne Hightower (targwh0re's version)

the son of Otto Hightower and his wife, the Lady Helena Cuy

younger brother to Alicent

has no desire to marry whatsoever bc he knows that if he ever does it will be for his father advantage and not for love. He also fears that if he did find love some terrible accident would happen to take that person away from him like it did his mother

was a complete mama's boy

Alicent may look like their mother but Gwayne acts like his mother through and through which gives Otto trouble when interacting with him bc it's just so hard

Alicent picks at her cuticles and Gwayne digs his nails into his skin and will hit himself

alicent becomes a mother figure to him after the death of their mother

joins the city watch after daemon is banished the first time because Daemon refused him while he was there out of animosity towards Otto (even though Gwayne secretly looked up to him as a fighter)

always wears his sisters favor and get quite jealous when she chooses ser criston over him to be her champion

his sword is called cobalt equilibrium (or just equilibrium) bc it brings him a sort of peace and comfort and often in times of anxiety and self doubt he'll touch the hilt and it helps calm him down.

Feels awkward when interacting with anyone other than family (except Otto) bc he constantly feels like his father is watching him and that he'll do something wrong and disappointment him (though he tries to force himself to appear normal by mimicking other people's mannerisms

Ex. Hunches over subconsciously/closes himself off when speaking, has trouble maintaining eye contact, has trouble putting things into words

has trouble making friends

hyper aware

dislikes change so he was very distressed when his mother dies

has a tendency to repeat himself, or repeat words or phrases back to people or books

impulsive and somewhat self-destructive behavior

tends to be overly agreeable

trouble reading social cues

he never takes anything seriously much to Alicent and Otto's frustration but in reality he uses jokes and mischeif to hide his pain

he's the fun uncle who goes drinking with Aegon and takes him to his first brothel

anytime he sees a bug he gently picks it up and brings it to Helaena

could spend hours talking with Aemond about history since it's a bit of an obsession of Gwayne's

he actually trains Daeron to fight and frequently writes letters back and forth with him from Oldtown

he's who the children always run to when something happens whether it be bad, good, sad, angry, happy he always listens intently and gets dramatically excited, sympathetic, tries to comfort them, and or offer them the best advice

he gives the children all the love they need. He'll be their father figure, their mother figure, or the fun loving uncle. Whatever they need he'll be it.

Aemond was Alicent's secret (not so secret) favorite child bc when he was a kid he reminded her so much of Gwayne that she liked to pretend that this wasn't her son but her little brother

feels a constant need to prove himself but is also overcome with this desire to be himself (basically his father in one ear and his mother in the other)

pretends to be cocky and confident when really he's a ball of walking anxiety

loves to fight in tourneys and melees etc. bc it's a way to express himself and pet out any pent up rage

is religious and devoted to the Seven but he doesn't show it

gwayne is always sort of disheveled with wind swept hair bc he's constantly having to run bc he's always late

he and Alicent feel like they only have one another and he becomes one of her closest confidants after Rhaenyra and her begin feuding (though she gets conflicted and keeps things from him sometimes bc she still has this overwhelming urge to sheild and protect him which makes him angry sometimes)

he doesn't want aegon to be King and actually puts forth the idea of Aemond instead since the boy clearly wants it and would be better prepared but is promptly ignored.

Aegon is secretly his favorite because he recognizes the pressure he feels and the self distrctive measures he takes as both an escape and a cry for help

Hates crying and get angry at himself when he does bc Otto drilled into him that it made him weak, embarrassing, and unmannley

This was alot and all over the place and I'm sure I'll think of more latter, but for now enjoy

[sunflowerstories]

I did a thing I’m sorry (also this isn’t finished yet)

Yours To Take

Rhaenyra couldn’t feel her legs.

If it weren’t for Criston’s strong grip, she’d have fallen into a messy heap of sweat, matted hair and torn dress on the carpeted floor.

Criston was uncharacteristically hungry today. The fact that she has to sit next to her husband, the kind but disinterested Ser Laenor Velaryon in the great hall, and dance with him as the night’s festivities went on as a wife should, or that she chose Dornish-styled gown to wear, it’s revealing style drawing a scowl from both important men in her life, her father King Viserys I, and her husband-in-all-but-name, Criston himself, she wasn’t sure.

“My knight, my sweet knight,” Rhaenyra pleads, “Please…”

Criston’s brown doe eyes shoot up at her, eyebrows raised quizzically, as if challenging her to speak what she wants.

“Please what, my princess?” he says, her sweetness dripping from his lips, trickling down the sides of his mouth. Not giving her time to answer, he gives her a smug smile and dives back into her, almost making her scream.

“Fill.. me…” Rhaenyra slurs, drunk off love, “I love your mouth, I do, but I already came so much I’m starting to hurt.”

Criston, seemingly snapping out of his haze, looks up at the princess, who could only give him a tired-but-pleasured smile.

“I’m sorry, my love.” says Criston, rising from the floor, hovering onto Rhaenyra as he unbuckles his belt. “You’re just heavenly…”

Rhaenyra watches as Criston fumbles with his britches, watching sweat trickle down his chest right down to his navel, his open tunic making a show of what a beauty he was underneath all that armor. A beauty only Rhaenyra could see, a beauty only he offered only to her.

As soon as Criston slipped into her warm and waiting core, both of them could’ve moaned - that she wasn’t sure, as both of them have been drawing in the haze of pleasure since her knight had snatched her away from her sister’s name day feast, at first angry at how revealing her dress had been, only to realize that it had been getting his blood up since she entered the hall.

The said dress is now nothing but shreds of torn cloth hung on Rhaenyra’s shoulders, gathering sweat and sweetness as Criston continued to feast on her.

Criston rocks his hips into her swiftly, almost violently, fueled by need, by love, by the risk of getting caught. After all, it was never a wise idea to make love in a hallway in the Red Keep, of all places.

“My love, my love…” Criston pants, “I’m not going to last long…”

Rhaenyra gazes at her disheveled sworn shield, taking in how much of a mess he is and how she likes him that way.

“Yes, my Criston…” she whines, as he continues to hit that soft spot inside her. “Give it all to me, my knight…”

On another side of the Red Keep, Alicent sits next to her husband, the King Viserys, who quietly enjoys the japes his brother, the unabashedly dashing and rebellious Prince Daemon, is throwing at their guests.

As Daemon dishes out one backhanded jest after the other, Alicent’s attention shifts to the empty seat next to the king, opposite hers.

She sighs deeply, rubbing her temples in exasperation.

It’s been some time since the princess left the feast, followed by her loyal sworn shield, and has yet to return. But Alicent knew they weren’t to return at all.

She knew at the back of her mind that the princess is entangled with her handsome knight somewhere in the keep, reveling in the bliss of having someone desire her - love her - in a way she truly enjoys.

The king has been kind to her, sure. He had served her all the luxury and attention in the world. But she knew his heart would never belong to her. She knew that his heart died with his first wife, the late Queen Aemma.

And she knew the king was not in the right form to pleasure her, or, at least try to, in this miserable marriage they share.

At this point, Alicent was exhausted. Exhausted at these duties that serve everyone but her.

Rhaenyra is happy, and deep inside her she knew she deserved it, too, after enduring many pains in her life and being burdened with the Iron Throne at such a young age.

And Criston wasn’t a terrible man. Despite being a fearsome, war-roughened knight, he was gentle and kind. He looked at Rhaenyra like she hung the moon and the stars in the sky. Had he been highborn, he would’ve been a perfect husband for her.

But doesn’t she deserve that, too? A little happiness? Some reprieve from the burdens of duty?

Alicent swiftly downs her wine. After engaging with some pleasantries with the Velaryons who sat at the same table, she prepares to leave.

“The feast has just begun, my dear goodsister.” says Prince Daemon, with a knowing smile. “You don’t mean to tell me you wish to spend the rest of the festivities in your chambers?”

Alicent doles out a fake smile, something she had learned to be good at since being queen. “The wine has gotten into me, my prince.” she says curtly “I need to rest my head.”

Daemon lets out a smug chuckle. This poor girl, he thinks to himself. When was she never miserable?

Unlike Rhaenyra, Alicent has been the beacon of modesty in court. Soft spoken, devoted and dutiful, she was well loved by all lords and ladies due to her gentle - submissive - nature. She reveled in it, Alicent, for she knew she was born to bring honor to her family, to her house.

Shaking off Daemon’s barbs as she rises from the table, Alicent swiftly makes way for her quarters - she and her husband's quarters - where a sleeping draught always awaits her. As much as she loved Helaena and enjoyed seeing her dance happily with handsome young lords, she has had quite enough of the day.

She walks quietly in her lonesome, but is startled when she hears a whisper.

Alicent quickly takes hold of a small dagger she keeps sheathed in her dress. She knew well enough that the royal family, despite the abundance of their kingsguards and sworn shields, are never safe.

She paces the halls, looking for a corner she could conceal her presence with, but as she walks down the hall the whispers seem louder.

As she moved closer to where the sound was coming from, she heard more. Whispers, sighs, grunts. Wanton whispers, sighs and grunts.

“Yes, yes, my knight…” says a familiar voice, barely above a whisper. “ I am yours. I am yours!”

Alicent inches closer and closer, not knowing what - or who - to expect, until she hears a reply to the explicit whispers and sighs from someone she was sure she knew.

“My princess, my love…” says a man’s voice, followed by soft grunts and sighs.

From the moment Alicent heard these shameless - yet enticing - whispers, she had an inkling on who it might be, on what she might find. And she was right.

There, in a dark corner barely lit by a dying torch is Rhaenyra, the realm’s delight and heir to the iron throne, ripped dress clinging onto her forearms, skirt hiked up her hips, eyes shut in ecstasy, wildly ravaged by none other than her sworn shield and rumored lover Ser Criston Cole, who himself is looking no more than a starved man on his first feast in weeks.

Disgust slowly fills Alicent as she watches what is unfolding in front of her. The princess and the knight, making love at a hallway, nonetheless, where anyone could have walked in. Her grip on the dagger tightens.

This is immoral. Shameful. A man sworn to celibacy. A married woman. An affront to the gods, to the realm, to everyone else.

She moves closer, eager to confront them, to make them pay, to air their shame out to the world like they deserve.

But as she moves closer, her disgust and anger morphs into something else.

Rhaenyra and Criston are passionately entangled, with Rhaenyra holding onto her beloved knight as if she were to lose him if she let go. She gives his forehead sweet, gentle kisses, which he rewards with delicious thrusts that send her over the edge all while lapping up sweat over the milky skin of her chest, down to her bosom which he takes time to suckle and enjoy.

Alicent wonders if this is what true passion feels like. To hunger for someone so much you could take them anywhere - a hallway, the kitchens, the gardens.

Alicent watches as Criston finishes, hurriedly and ferociously thrusting into his princess as she milks him of every drop. Once done, Criston gently helps Rhaenyra to her feet, pulling her into his arms, brushing away sweaty hair from her forehead. Rhaenyra reaches up to Criston and gives him a sweet kiss, a gentle one, unlike the ones they have been sharing for the past hour.

“You’ve ruined my dress.” she hears Rhaenyra say as she gathers whatever fabric left to cover herself.

A shade of pink creeps into Criston’s cheeks, knowing full well that the princess’s ruined dress is his doing. He quickly slips out of his gambeson and wraps it around the princess’ bare back.

“I’m sorry, princess.” says a flushed Criston, giving Rhaenyra a small kiss on her cheek. “You don’t know what you do to me.”

Before she realizes it, Alicent drops her dagger, making a metallic thud on the floor as it fell. Rhaenyra and Criston are suddenly on guard, looking around at whoever may have seen them,

Before the princess and the knight could see her, Alicent runs away, a walking heap of disgust, jealousy and resentment.

She did her duty. She gave all she could to her husband, her children, her family.

Meanwhile, Rhaenyra enjoys an affair with the man she loves, an affair even her husband seems to agree to. She does next to nothing for her husband, for her family.

Why does she get happiness and I don’t? Haven’t I done enough?

Alicent’s tears welled up as she walked to her chambers.

She was tired. From tonight, from everything.

If Rhaenyra is free to chase happiness beside duty, then so would she.

Making haste, she hurriedly runs to her chambers. She needs a change of clothes, maybe a bag of gold to bribe the guards with. If happiness were beyond the confines of the Red Keep, then she would leave it.

As she hurries to her bedchambers, she finds herself colliding with a talk, black force that sweeps her away so hard she falls to the floor.

Before she could groan in pain, she is hoisted up to her feet by the force that hit her.

“Aye, goodsister.” says Prince Daemon, a dark chuckle leaving his lips. “I guess that wine did take to your head.”

Quickly regaining her composure - as she had been taught many times, as a noble lady - Alicent apologizes.

“Forgive me, my prince.” says Alicent, in pretentious curt, “I had not seen you.”

Daemon smiles at Alicent, whom he notices to be flushed, and dare he say it, sweating.

“What is the matter, my queen?” asks Prince Daemon, with a knowing smirk in his face, “You look like you have seen two whores fucking the same man.”

Alicent felt her hands tremble with guilt. That, she knew she was terrible at hiding.

“No, my prince it’s…” stutters Alicent, unable to think of an answer.

Daemon has always been intimidating to her. His wild nature and temper frightens everyone in the court, including her. Rhaenyra has always said her uncle was handsome, in a way. Something she has never agreed with.

Alicent had never seen Daemon this close. His smile was dark and fierce, like a viper about to strike, but it was… inviting. Like a beautiful spirit luring you into your doom.

His scent was as wild as he is, musky, spicy, deliriously delicious.

Gods.

Without a thought, Alicent reaches up to Daemon and crushes his mouth with hers.

As her lips molded with the rogue prince’s, Alicent is set ablaze. This is what it feels like, she thinks. No wonder Rhaenyra lost her mind.

Half expecting the prince to push her away in fury, knowing he would be damned fucking his brother’s wife, Alicent kept her lips on Daemon’s, fearing to lose his sweetness if she lets go.

As she savors him, Alicent could almost feel him smile onto her lips, as if she were a shiny, new price he had just won. Her hands roamed from his neck up to his hair, grabbing handfuls of his silver locks as she feasted on him.

She could feel Daemon’s arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him as he slipped his tongue into her lips. As the kiss deepend, Daemon took to exploring the queen’s body, soft to touch, never tarnished by any fierce - impassioned - lovemaking.

“My queen.” says Daemon, catching his breath as his lips let go of hers. “I could take you here, if you wish.”

“Why not?” says Alicent, thoughtlessly, her mind filled with nothing but Daemon, his scent, his taste.

If Rhaenyra can have her spoils, so can she.

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I could get behind Daemon and Alicent hate fucking