#but in a just world rhaenyra would be taking dragon T

[the-darkness-does-not-bargain]

Before we get to the finale, I just want to say it's the way Rhaenyra is consistently, deliberately, physically associated with dragons for me. In both seasons. She grits her teeth and cries out during birth and Syrax roars in harmony. She turns her head and dragons growl. She and Vermithor slow blink at each other like cats.

Like, sorry, that's not a human person, that's a misplaced magical creature. That's a dragon born in the wrong body. Hatched from the wrong egg. Rhaenyra, you may not be the Prince That Was Promised but you are a dragon and you will always be famous.

[klaus-littlestwolf]

No Matter What- Aemond T.

Aemond is in love, and he refused to allow his nephew to have her. He will take her from Jacaerys by any means necessary.

Am I just going to keep writing my fics as if Season 2 didn’t happen at all?

Yeah…it’s very likely, yes🤣🤣

Also, for the person that DM’d me and asked if I have a name in mind for Y/n when I write for Aemond, yes. In my mind when I write, her name is Rhaella, I just think it’s the most beautiful Targaryen name I’ve heard. I also love Visenya but I feel it’s overused. The only other name I would potentially use would be Saera.

She was surprised by her Uncles attitude from the moment she first saw him again.

Y/n and Aemond had been best friends in their childhood. She had climbed onto the back of the Grey Ghost when she was only 5 years old (most people believing that the Dragon knew they were the same when it came to how shy and avoidant they were).

They hadn’t been close up until that point, only being 5 and 6 years old and both being outcasts among their family (though she almost preferred it that way). Y/n had offered to take Aemond with her flying one night after Aegon, Jace and Luke had ridiculed him again and he actually agreed, resting his hand on the nose of a dragon for the first time as Y/n calmed him. Climbing into the saddle and holding onto his niece had been awkward and a bit embarrassing until they were in the air and Aemond knew he was truly born for this.

From then on Y/n offered to take him with her quite often, always after their brothers had bullied one of them again. She comforted him, even once letting Aemond take the reigns and fly Ghost himself (which the pale dragon didn’t like at all sadly and only lasted a few moments), but the fact that she had done it meant the world to him. He promised to take Y/n with him on his dragon as soon as he mounts one, wanting desperately to impress her.

Aemond was Obsessed

Their friendship lasted like that for almost 4 years before that horrible night when Aemond was attacked by her brothers. He had been so excited to tell her about Vhagar, he had actually been running inside to wake her and take her flying like he promised when he was cut off.

She had held his hand from the moment she ran in, trying to comfort him as much as she was able until her mother pulled her away. Aemond raged when she was dragged away from his side but he was held down by Criston Cole from trying to take his Princess back, Daemon carrying the 9 year olds squirming body out and away from him.

As they all left the next morning he tried to find her, Rhaenyra glaring at him as he searched the courtyard and he knew her mother hadn’t let her come and say “goodbye”…that night was the last time he saw her for almost 9 years…

It was the worst thing Rhaenyra could have done. She had made her younger brother desperate, and desperate men do desperate things…he would have her back. No Matter What.

Aemond dreamed about nothing but his niece every single day after, determined to make her his despite the fact that her mother would never betroth her to him. He knew the only way he could make her his wife was to take her and make it the only option, Alicent would most definitely force their wedding very quickly rather than watch the only “legitimate” grandchild of her husband (other than his brother and sisters 3 children) carry a child unwed (as she was Daemons daughter “secretly” but could at least be passed off as not being Harwin Strongs).

When he finally saw her again he felt his breath stolen from his body, she was stunning, the most gorgeous creature he had ever laid eyes on. A women now, standing just shorter than Jace as she watched him in his training session with Cole. Aemond fought hard, determined to show her what he had become and he quickly ended the fight with his sword at his trainers throat.

‘Well done my Prince. You’ll be winning tourneys in no time.’

Aemond rolled his eyes at that. ‘I don’t give a shit about tourneys…nephews. Have you come to train?’ He questioned, looking over the both of them before making eye contact with Y/n who blushed heavily as he did. ‘Niece. It is a pleasure to lay eyes on you again…and you are truly a sight to behold.’ He stepped closer, shoving himself between the Strongs to take her hand in his, lifting it to his lips and looking into her lovely purple eyes. Aemond was comforted to see no fear or disgust on her face, but her beautiful blush was something he wanted to see forever. ‘You are just as gorgeous as I imagined you to be.’ He whispered, leaning close to her ear.

‘Thank you Uncle. You have become ever more handsome, a man grown. The ladies must be fighting tooth and nail for your affections.’ She teased, however before he could respond and insist that he wanted no affections but her own, her bastard brother snatched her hand from his.

‘I would thank you to keep your hands to yourself Uncle, my betrothed should not be touched by anyone but me.’ Jace spoke with a smirk on his face. Anyone with eyes knew Aemond had always been in love with Y/n and his nephew was smug to be able to take any kind of happiness away from him as he always had done.

Aemond composed himself immediately, smiling down at him kindly but Jace could see the rage in his eye, the silent threat that he was giving being clear. ‘I suppose congratulations are in order then.’ And though he said it, he gave none before smiling at Y/n who was then pulled in the opposite direction and out of the courtyard.

‘I do not want to see him touching you again, do you understand me?’ Jace demanded as they got into the castle, Y/n pulling her hand from his angrily.

‘You are not yet my husband brother, don’t you dare order me as if you are. I still have plenty of time to tell mother I would rather be betrothed to anyone but you and that Baela can be Queen by your side one day. I am not an object for you to take possession of!’ And with that she stormed off, Aemond around the corner having heard the whole thing. He knew exactly how to get his girl to be his…though he doubted it would be hard with how his nephew treated his Queen.

‘You should be kinder to your future Queen-‘

‘She is mine, whether she likes it or not. I am to be the King one day, she cannot refuse me.’ Jace joked with Luke who snorted, Aemond turning and leaving the hall. Y/n was his future wife, no matter what he had to do to make sure of it.

After the horrific meeting to attempt to give Driftmark to anyone but Luke he was sadly reestablished as heir thanks to the King and Aemond found himself in a bit of trouble with everyone at dinner after calling his nephews Strong.

All of them were sent to their chambers and he hightailed it back to her chamber, slipping in before his niece and her guard arrived, hiding behind the wardrobe in case anyone came in with her.

‘I am tired Jacaerys, all I want is a good, long sleep. Just leave me be for the night, I will not answer you if you come back! I need no protection from you!’ She snapped as the door opened.

‘If Aemond-‘

‘Aemond is not here! And now you are not here either, go to your own chambers and give me a night of peaceful sleep after all of this Bullshit!’ She slammed the door, locking it instantly and Aemond could feel his cock hardening in his breeches. Something about hearing her reject Jace was a turn on for him in a major way and he wanted to mark her neck up with as many bite marks as possible, he needed to show his nephew who his Princess truly belonged to.

‘That was impressive.’ Aemond spoke, seeing her nearly jump a foot in the air as she gasped. ‘Apologies, I didn’t mean to frighten you…I just wanted to see you. I knew your betrothed would not allow you even a moment in my presence.’ Her eyes were slit instantly as he said this.

‘Jace thinks he can control me but I will not let myself be that kind of wife! I am not an object to be owned, to be ordered around in front of his friends to make him look like a strong man or King! I do not want to be his wife or his Queen!’ She snapped and Aemond did his best to look at her softly, wanting her to see his empathy and her eyes widened as she realized what she had done. ‘I am so sorry Kepus! You did not deserve that, I am not angry at you. I am so-‘ (Uncle)

‘Breathe Byka Dārilaros…it is alright. I understand how angry he makes you feel, I hate him as well, remember?’ He teased and she chuckled before stepping forward and not hesitating to wrap her arms around his body, resting her head on his chest. (Little Princess)

‘I missed you so much Kepus…I wanted to write to you but my mother wouldn’t let me. She said it was a betrayal to Luke and that since you didn’t write to me, you clearly wouldn’t care but I-‘

‘I did write to you. I sent letters for months before I received one from my sister telling me to stop, that you did not want to hear from me but I knew that was a lie . There was not a single day that passed that I did not think about how much I missed you…’ Aemond looked down at her, his arms around her to hold her to him, hesitating only a moment as he looked into her soft eyes and pressed his lips to hers.

She surprised him a bit when she didn’t hesitate to kiss him back, her hands moving to hold his shirt tightly as he took her face into his and held her close. Y/n was his everything and he had been craving for this exact moment since he was 6 years old, wanting to kiss her since the moment they first flew together. She will be his and he will keep her close forever, determined to never let anyone touch what is his ever again-especially Jace.

‘You are so perfect…’ he mumbled against her lips before pulling away and resting his forehead on hers. ‘Do you want this? I don’t want to force you into anything you do not desire, my love…however I want you to be mine. I have craved you for so many years and I will cherish the ground you walk on if you will be mine.’ Aemond knew giving her the choice would make the difference in pushing her to do what she wanted even against her mothers wishes.

‘I love you Kepus, I always have…our mothers will never-‘

‘There is a way…My mother will insist upon it if I have already filled you with my son…’ he tried to speak softly, let her know that it is her choice to make. ‘I love you Byka Dārilaros, and I want you to be my wife more than anything. The thought of being forced to marry another turns my stomach however I will never force myself upon you. If you would marry Jace then I will love you from afar…but if you want me then I will make love to you right here and now. I will pleasure you all night long until you are so full of me there is no doubt you carry my son and then I will sleep inside of your pretty little cunt for our family to find come morning…let me love you in every way that he can’t.’ There were tears in her eyes as he finished speaking to her and he moved to wipe them away before she spoke again. Y/n reached up, taking the eyepatch covering his sapphire into her fingers before he caught her wrist awkwardly. No lady had ever seen his face and not been uncomfortable or disgusted by it which is why he always covered it whenever he wasn’t alone in his room or in the library.

‘I would look upon your face and see all that you are…while you fill me with our first child.’ He looked at her, startled for a moment before he released her hand and she pulled the eyepatch off.

‘First of many…I will fill you with as many children as you desire.’ Aemond promised before kissing her again, his hands moving to the back of her dress where he unlaced the corset and pulled it down her arms, lifting her out of the dress and moving to drop her onto the bed. She pulled off her small clothes as she watched him remove his shirt and breeches, leaving him bare and revealing his hard cock that was already leaking. ‘You are so beautiful, my love…tell me that you’re mine.’ Aemond insisted, his hand giving his member a firm stroke.

‘I’m yours Kepus, all yours forever.’ She promised as he crawled over her, kissing his jaw and down his neck sweetly. She was just so precious he couldn’t help the needy feeling in his chest demanding he take her.

‘All mine! Should any man look at you even a moment too long ever again, I will remove their eyes and feed them to the ravens.’ Aemond pushed her legs apart more so that he could settle between them, feeling her wetness on his cock for the first time and nearly cumming on the spot. He gave her a moment to relax herself upon pushing into her however she shocked him once again, moaning like a whore only a moment later prompting him to shove his hand over her mouth. ‘If someone hears you then your guard will come in here and we will be dragged apart. I would hear your lovely moans forevermore once I’ve filled your cunt but for now you must hush.’ She whined but bit her bottom lip hard to keep from making any loud noises. Aemond loved the knowledge that he could make her moan like that, in love with fucking her body already as he thrust up into her roughly. Her nails dug into his shoulders, scratching down his back painfully which sent a rush of pleasure through his belly upon him sucking hard on her throat, biting into her perfect skin quite hard and covering her mouth with a hand once again as she nearly screamed, her pussy tightening around his cock in a way he had never felt before which practically dragged his own end from his body. ‘Gods be good, I’ve never felt anything like that before…you felt good?’ It was an insecure moment of him needing that reassurance and while with anyone else he would have been instantly embarrassed, she nodded, quite dazed it seemed and he knew she didn’t judge him for a moment. ‘Your cunt is a form of blissful ecstasy I did not know was attainable. You are mine now Y/n…say it…’

‘Yours Aemond…all yours…you will be my husband as soon as next week and you will be able to have me anytime and any place you desire. I never thought it could feel like that…I love you Kepus.’ Her words touched him and in that moment Aemond knew that he would never need anyone else in this world again as long as he had Y/n and their future silver haired babies.

‘I love you too Mandianna, I always have. From this night on they will never be able to steal you from me again! You are all mine Y/n…and I will take pleasure in making sure everyone knows it.’ He made his point as he thrust his hard cock up into her once more prompting her sharp intake of breath, nails digging into his forearms before pulling him down to kiss her. (Niece)

Aemond spent the night filling his future wife with as much of his seed as his body held, biting her perfect pale skin everywhere he could reach and ensuring no one would ever be able to argue who she belonged to again. He finally had what he had always wanted, the only things left to do was put a tiara upon her head and meet their children.

The knock on the door was the thing that awakened the both of them the next morning quite early and far too soon considering how many hours Aemond had spent filling his bride…(6 hours). It was frantic and Aemond groaned, pulling Y/n closer into his chest as he was happy to ignore it before her mother shouted.

‘Y/n! You aren’t at breakfast and neither is Aemond! If he is in there with you…!’ She warned and Aemond found the half threat amusing.

‘Aemond! Are you in there?!’ His mother was the one shouting through the door now and he smiled, kissing his soon-to-be-wife’s lips before responding.

‘Good morning mother!’ He responded.

‘You Little Fuck! If you’ve hurt my daughter I swear to all of the Gods!’ Rhaenyra raged. ‘Daemon! Get This Door Open!’ She demanded.

‘He did not hurt me mother!’ Y/n stated just before the first loud hit to the door causing his girl to scream, turning to hide her face into his neck as he sat up. It took 2 more strikes before the door burst open and their mothers entered along with Daemon and Otto. Y/n was covered up to her waist while her upper body was pressed to his leaving only her back exposed.

‘Aemond! What have you done?’ Alicent asked sadly, clearly trying to think of a solution, knowing there was only one in this situation.

‘You all know that we have loved each other since we were children. Did you think that would go away just because you didn’t give her my letters sister?’ Rhaenyra’s eyes widened before she glared at him in a rage.

‘What is he talking about?’ His mother asked.

‘I didn’t want him speaking to her! She will not marry her Uncle like-‘

‘Like you did?’ Alicent deadpanned making the Princess look to her. ‘She will actually marry her Uncle, from this moment they are betrothed-‘

‘My daughter is already betrothed to-‘

‘Not anymore!’ Otto cut her off. ‘From this moment on the Princess Y/n Velaryon is to be wed to Prince Aemond Targaryen. The wedding will take place at the end of the week, we cannot have anyone knowing of these indiscretions when she begins to show as I am assuming she is likely pregnant?’ He asked Aemond who grinned.

‘Oh, most definitely. I’ve left no doubt that she carry’s my son. I was actually planning on filling her with another one before you so rudely broke the door down-‘

‘Do not push your luck Aemond!’ His Grandsire warned.

‘I should remove your head you insolent little shit.’ Daemon growled, Aemond seeing the rage in his eyes.

‘Then your grandchild would be without a father, Uncle. What purpose would that serve except ensuring your daughter hates you?’ Y/n moved her hand to pinch his side making him jump. ‘I’m sorry Byka Dārilaros.’

Aemond could see the surprise at his apology in his mother and Grandsire’s eyes. ‘Maybe this will be a good thing after all.’ Otto considered before turning to leave the room.

‘No more fooling around. Get dressed and get to breakfast. Now.’ With that his mother guided Rhaenyra and Daemon reluctantly out of the room.

‘Can your husband help you get dressed my love?’ Aemond questioned and she kissed his shoulder before biting his neck as he had done to her about 30 times the previous night, the evidence of which was very clear to see all over her chest and breasts. Aemond was proud though, because while she could hide those the 5 marks on her neck were not able to be hidden before breakfast where he was eager for Jace to see them.

They were both dressed 10 minutes later, their hair staying down until after they broke their fast for the day, Aemond leading her down the halls and enjoying the smile on his girls face as they entered the room with their family. He sat her down beside him and watched her fill her plate and eat, clearly hungry from their previous nights activities which filled him with pride at being able to satisfy his wife.

‘What is that?’ A voice demanded and everyone looked up to see Jace pointing at Y/n’s neck.

‘Jace, we will discuss this after we eat. You-‘

‘No!’ He cut his mother off, jumping up from his seat and moving to Y/n’s side in an instant, yanking her hair to the side and looking at her neck. Aemond heard her whimper in pain as he pulled her hair, holding her chin to expose her throat to him and he was instantly up from his chair with his hands on Jace.

‘That’s Enough!’ Rhaenyra shouted before Aemond punched his nephew who nearly flew backwards at the force his fist caused before he moved to grab him again, a voice calling his name through the jumble of people yelling which had his attention immediately.

‘Come eat with me Kepus, please?’ Y/n asked softly and he couldn’t deny her that as she held her hand out. Aemond moved to take it, lifting her onto his lap and sitting to eat, feeding her and feeling proud at providing her what she needs, thoroughly enjoying her feeding him as well.

It seemed that everyone was shocked at Aemond disengaging from the fight but his attention was on his soon to be wife as it should be. ‘We should go for a morning flight after breakfast…let me take you for a ride as I promised, late as the kept promise may be.’ Y/n looked up at him and he could see her surprise which he found adorable.

‘You…you want me to-to ride Vhagar?’ She questioned and he chuckled.

‘Not alone of course but yes, I had wanted to take you up with me the night I mounted her but that clearly didn’t happen. It will be fun, I promise.’ The smile on his girls face was worth everything to him. She was precious and he would keep his wife happy no matter what. If that meant that his nephews and older sister needed to be un-happy, then that was just icing on the cake for him.

He finally took her flying with him later that day, though it made her own dragon quite grumpy and forced her to take Ghost for his own flight before they could go back home. Aemond had finally kept his promise, and had ensured he got exactly what he wanted in the end.

Now all that is left for Aemond to do is figure out how to make Y/n his Queen and fulfill his dream of his wife riding him on the Iron Throne.

That one may take a bit more work, but he would ensure it, No Matter What.

Aemond T. Masterlist

[sapphireis]

Dark/Yan Daemon HCs

ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: DARK CONTENT, 18+ (MINORS/AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DON’T INTERACT), Bad English, Toxic Relationship, Implied AFAB Reader (talk about pregnancy and stuff in a part, but for the rest pretty GN), Jealousy, Manipulation, Implied Murder, Implied Kidnapping?, Daemon, OOC?, let me know if I need to add more TW/Tags ♡ My blog contains dark content, be careful when interacting/following! ➳ Characters: Daemon Targaryen

⤠ Dark/Yan Aemond HCs ⤟ Masterlist (soon!) ⤠ I'd do anything for you, Mrs. Highness (Aemond) ⤟

This was requested by my bestie @kredpoison because she LOOVEESSS daemon, while i can't lmfao so sorry if those are short and bad, I literally have no ideas about this man other than i want him out of my life /j

... Yikes.

If normal Daemon is already A L O T to take care imagine dark!Daemon who is so obsessed with you that he can't fully function

It also makes him angry how obsessed he is with you, not that he cares if it is right or wrong, but mostly because he wants to do other things but you are constantly on his mind he can't do it. Not when you are free to do as you wish

We all know how he is. Obsessive. Possessive. Mean. Violent. Just because his heart beats for you doesn't mean you will be spared from his atrocities

Daemon wouldn't hurt you. Not physically at least, mentally? He's always reminding you to who do you belong to constantly, manipulating you into believing that without him you are nothing, that you need him even to breathe.

Like Aemond he is always with you. Watching, following, observing you especially when you aren't married yet or haven't taken you in to go on this many adventures. Cause he will bring you too! Daemon wouldn't want you to be lonely without him.

Or to possibly try to escape him, why would you when he has a ferocious dragon on his side? He will follow you to the end of this world if he has to, you have nowhere to hide.

Once you are his you are forever bound to be his- Daemon doesn't care how he has to get you or if you are already married, we all can imagine the fate of your spouse once he found out...

Either that or he will ruin your reputation completely like he tried to do to Rhaenyra so that you have no choice but marrying him, even if you try to explain what really happened.

He doesn't treat you so badly, you just have to get used to him. But if you are good he wouldnt manipulate you, he will even let you get near his dragon and see him actually happy and content.

Of course, just like Aemond, he will make you pregnant as soon as possible. Its not like he actually cares about having children, but more so his possessive side its content because you have the proof that you are his forever; a little babe that looks like the both of you

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[queers-gambit]

Tell Me Every Terrible Thing [ part one of two ]

part two: And Let Me Love You Anyway

prompt: you embark on a secret but passionate affair with the Rogue Prince, and when his wife, Rhea Royce, passes away, he chooses you to wed next - a decision that angers his niece and changes history.

pairing: Daemon Targaryen x female!Hightower!reader -> hair color specified reader

fandom masterlist: House of the Dragon

word count: 5.6k+

note: what the fuck is this, Cherry? also two parts 'cause author gets carried away!

warnings: show spoilers, cursing, author has small bouts of feministic ideas, author also really likes the "little birds" storyline (let her live!), wonky brain is wonky, i think hurt and comfort, angst, very mild NSFW (brief female receiving oral), technically alternative timeline 'cause this goofy-ass author has an overactive imagination, #icanmakehimworse, another reader insert (this warning is for the fucking losers in my inbox).

"How angry do you think he'll be with me?"

You offered your best friend, The Realm's Delight, Crowned Heir to the Iron Throne, Princess Rhaenyra, a unamused, stale look. Sarcastically, you replied, "Oh, come now, Nyrie, why would your father be angry? It couldn't be because you rejected every suitor His Grace put before you, or even how you abruptly ended the tour with two months remaining. What father would be angry after that?"

She groaned, "I know, I know, you don't have to be so right all the bloody time. I just... I couldn't do it anymore, you saw what it was like," her head bowed and you knew the girl was truly overwhelmed by her 'job' picking a suitor.

"This was no easy feat to arrange, Princess," you spoke diplomatically, aware of the ship's crew dotting around the royal ship. "Our fathers went through much difficulty to ensure this tour's success, Princess, and I'd imagine neither will be thrilled by our early arrival."

"But it's just - "

"I know," you soothed with a knowing, sympathetic smile. Your arm extended around her, her head dropping to your shoulder for comfort. "In an ideal world, women would have a real say in their futures. Perhaps, that is what you're meant to do, Nyrie... Perhaps you're meant to break this wheel, give the other half of humanity a fighting chance against the men who have long suppressed us. Being heir is a monumental stereotype to shatter, but most women are not born into royalty and have nobody protecting or defending them."

She picked her head up to stare at you for a single moment, then nodded slowly, "That's a lot of pressure."

"Less if you pick a respectable man to help you lead," you advised softly, reaching to caress her cheek briefly. "You're to be Queen, Nyra, which means you need a King Consort that the common folk will respect, who will play his part in the courts to come. I know it's not ideal, my friend, but it's not meant to be - it's meant to be strategic." You paused, adding, "Similar to Ali marrying your father, yes? That was a strategic move on my father's end. Now it's up to you to chose your own match, to plot your own strategy."

"Who would you see me marry?"

"In truth? I'm unsure if anyone would fit the bill perfectly, so, I don't know who I could see you with. Definitely someone smart, though."

She only hummed, sighing deeply and making you frown. Before another word could be said, there came a distant screech that sounded all too familiar - though you refused to let it show that you knew this particular dragon's sound.

Nyra moved away from the ship's railing to stare longingly up into the sky, and about a minute later, without visible sight of any threat, Ser Criston Cole was shouting, "Take cover!"

And then, like a bird swooping to snatch a fish, a crimson dragon descended from the cover of clouds - seemingly materializing from nowhere. The large, long, slithery beast with wings knocked into the ship's main mast; jolting everyone on board enough to topple over.

You tried to stabilize the Princess, but you lost balance and dropped to your knees as Cole rushed to help Rhaenyra to her feet. When able, you looked to the sky; grinning to yourself as you recognized the retreating Blood Wyrm. Seeing the distinct form of Caraxes made you giddy with anticipation, however, that was short lived as you clocked Rhaenyra's gaze of awe and wonder.

It seems she was excited for her uncle's return, too. Though, it won't be till later that you learn the extent of her adoration.

Less than an hour later, the ship was docking and you escorted Princess Rhaenyra from aboard; her guards surrounding you both as you trekked to the Red Keep. "Just... Perhaps try to stay invisible," you advised your friend, arm-in-arm. "The King won't be pleased if you interrupt court, even just by being there. With luck, we won't be noticed."

She agreed softly, continuing on. She started fiddling with her necklace, the piece of Valyrian Steel jewelry that her uncle, Daemon, had gifted her years ago before Queen Aemma passed away. Your lover had told you the Princess was owed a piece of her Valyrian history, and since he could not gift a sword to a young lady, the necklace was chosen, crafted, and gifted.

When you returned to the Red Keep, it was just in time for court to be called to session and your friend was all too eager to join. "Nyra," you warned, hand in hers.

"It's all right," she assured, "come, it must be Daemon - "

"No, I should return to my chamber. Don't piss your father off too much," you warned her with a smirk, watching her grin in response, squeeze your hand, and then file into the Throne Room with the other members of court.

You retreated to your old room, sighing in relief when you discovered nothing was disturbed. "My Lady!" A voice gasped at the open door. You glanced over, smiling at Milah, your usual handmaiden, and opening your arms when she rushed forward. "You're not supposed to be back yet! Oh!" She tutted, looking you over. "I'll get your bed made and - "

"No, it's fine - "

"Nonsense, let me do this," she insisted, already busying around the room. "I was wondering why they were bringing things into the foyer - must be all the Princess' luggage, hmm?"

"Yeah," you sighed, helping her strip the bed and change the sheets. "It was strange," you admitted, "the men, I mean, and the way they all competed for her hand in marriage."

"Did you expect anything else?"

"I did not think they'd honestly kill one another. Though it was more so their pride than the Princess they fought over."

Milah smirked, "Sounds about right. Well, what of you? Anyone catch your eye?"

"Of course not," you sighed a little sadly.

"Still hung on the Prince, aren't you, my Lady?"

"Perhaps," you mused.

You spent the better part of an hour gossiping with Milah before she had to go grab a few things, but promised she'd send your belongings up as soon as possible. You thanked her, walked her out, assuring you were just going to get a bath or something, and just as you shut and locked your chamber door, gasped when a pair of hands seized your waist.

"Daemon!" You hissed when you saw the short, white locks of your surprise guest. "The bloody fuck is wrong with you?" You demanded, turning in his grip to shove your hands into his chest. "What're you doing here? Want to get us caught?"

"Three years," he grit, gathering you in his arms to heave upward and force your legs around his waist if you wanted to keep balance, "three fucking years I've been gone - away - missing you, do not deprive me a moment more."

"Someone will come looking," you whispered, caressing his face as your forehead met his. "And perhaps I want a moment to just look at you, 's been years," you breathed. "You cut your hair," you commented, running your hands through the short strands.

"I cut my hair," he agreed softly, just holding you close and tight.

"I like it... But I'll miss braiding it."

"I will, too," he admitted. He nuzzled closer, inhaling your neck sharply, boldly licking a flat tongue up your pulse point to make you shudder lightly.

"Daemon," you whispered, pulling his head back so you could look in his eyes, beaming, "I missed you, too."

"Viserys is arranging a lunch for my return," he informed, turning so he could approach your newly-made four-poster bed; dropping you flat on your back with a grin. "Which roughly translates into only allotting a few minutes to make up for lost time."

"We will have time later - "

"I overheard Viserys saying he and Otto intend to take evening tea with you regarding the Princess' return from tour," he eased, reaching to spread your legs, bunching your skirts. "But I will call upon you tomorrow? Yes? Officially?"

"If you insist," you teased, letting him finally descend to smash his lips against yours. In truth, you were used to his empty promises of 'calling on you officially' because of his marriage to Lady Royce, but it was his way of telling you without words that he wished it was you instead of Rhea.

Daemon groaned, melting into your form; breathing heavily. "I've missed you past words," he whispered, nuzzling your nose with his. "But for now, I just need a taste - "

"We don't have time - "

"We'll be fast. Tell me, love," he nipped your pouting lips, soothing his tongue over the puckered skin, "have you taken another in my absence?"

"Of course not," you hissed in offense.

"Good," he nodded, kissing you sweetly.

"Need I ask?"

"There were no concubines," he mused, "though, they were offered, I did not accept. So, we'll be quick - faster than quick," he promised, pawing at your undergarments and exposing your dampening cunt to his sight. "I'll take my time with you later, but for now, I need this," he all but seethed before diving tongue-first into your core.

His spit mixed with your arousal, creating a slippery mess.

"Shit," you hissed, grabbing his shorter hair as his tongue flattened to lap at your entrance, dripping in your essence. One of his hands held your thighs apart for his access, the other releasing his cock from the pair of breeches he wore. Daemon groaned at the taste of you, lapping wildly like a man starved, and stroking his bare cock in rhythm with his ministrations.

It truly took no time at all once he found your clit and sucked mercilessly, the hand holding your thighs now extended up to paw roughly at your tits. Alternating his tongue around your sloppy cunt added to your heightening pleasure, swirling his tongue as he bobbed and shook his head - making an absolute mess, and causing your climax to shatter your mind and soul.

Your legs twitched, spine curled, stomach contracted as your arms quivered from the rush of adrenaline; hand slapped over your mouth to keep your moans to a minimum. You grabbed his hair so tightly, he groaned in mock pain; legs then contracting to a suffocating grip around his ears and head while Daemon met his own end, spending in his hand whilst milking you for all you had.

He panted with satisfaction when he pulled back, grinning at you in mischief when you released your hold on him. "Good fuckin' girl," he praised, standing to his feet only to slither over top of you. "Like not a day's gone by, huh?" He whispered, kissing you messily, smearing your cum on your tongue; grinding his bare cock into your recovering core to make you shudder. "Take a moment, then get ready," he whispered. "I expect to see you at the celebrations... Wear that dress I got you for your fifth-and-twentieth nameday," he smirked, adding, "if you'd so please, my darling."

You chuckled, "You magically learned manners during the war?"

"Perhaps," he mused, pecking your lips again.

"Hey, Daemon?"

"What is it, my sweet one?" He asked, seeing the sincerity in your eyes and hearing the seriousness in your voice - something in his heart jumping.

"Would you tell me about it all later? The war, I mean? Would you tell me what you've endured?"

"I do not think it's a tale befitting a lady's ears."

"Please? I wish to know..."

"Then I will tell you," he promised, "but only if you wear that dress."

Your eyes rolled in humor as Daemon stood. You watched him wipe his cum on a spare rag, tossing it away, and after one last kiss, was leaving out of the secret passageway's door. Taking another moment, you finally stood on weak legs and unlocked the main door, preparing how you could for your day before Milah returned.

After arriving at the luncheon, you made a beeline for your father, greeting him happily before explaining your surprise reappearance. He filled you in on that day's court, explaining that Prince Daemon was back; and you felt almost guilty for the way your skin was still set ablaze from your lover's earlier visit.

For all Otto's faults, he was still your father, and you felt guilty for sneaking around with Daemon behind his back. Your father ushered you off to mingle, insisting he was only there for the King; and no, he wasn't hungry. So, you parted ways with a chaste peck to your forehead; the feeling of his scratchy beard lingering on your guilt-riddled flesh.

"Sister, what a surprise!" Alicent happily distracted by greeting you with a bright grin. You adjusted course to approach the Queen, King, and newly-returned Prince. "Oh, what a lovely dress you've chosen," she complimented with ease, reaching for your hand. "You always do have the best eye for clothes, I feel as if need you to live in my wardrobe, tell me what to wear everyday."

"Thank you, Your Grace, I'd be honored," You smiled at her, holding her hand, looking to the others. "My King," you curtsied to Viserys, glancing at Daemon and bowing your head respectfully, "my Prince, how nice to see you, again. Welcome home."

"Thank you, my Lady," he smirked. "Might I welcome you home as well? I hear you've been gone from the Capital."

You hummed with a nod, "I was on tour with the Princess, my Prince. I've only arrived home today, as well - though not by dragonback."

He eyed you up and down, offering, "I must agree with the Queen, my Lady, that is a lovely dress you've chosen."

You pet the black material, smiling genuinely, "Thank you, my Prince. It's one of my favorites."

"I can see why, given how beautiful you look," he flirted, and from behind you and Alicent, you could hear your father scoff.

"Thank you," you whispered. "What conversation did I rudely interrupt before?"

"Oh, nothing of importance," Daemon told you, looking to his brother and your sister.

"Because we spoke of how Daemon, here, was always Mother's favorite," Viserys grinned. "Do you want to know, my Lady? About how much Mother adored Daemon?" He asked you, his little brother trying to drone over him - but Viserys was determined to tell you the examples he could think of regarding his brother's favoritism.

You giggled from both Viserys' stories and Daemon's evident embarrassment.

However, almost awkwardly, on Alicent's other side, Princess Rhaenyra approached the group and stood amongst you. You knew the King must be unhappy with his daughter, but did not voice any opinion since you were not the source of disappointment at the moment. Instead, you listened to the King's complimenting words to his brother; thinking it was interesting that Daemon was so egotistical and yet, flushed under his brother's praise. Princess Rhaenyra waited until a natural lull to tell Daemon, "Congratulations on your victory."

It was awkward as Viserys just glared at her, Rhaenyra's expression falling short. Daemon covered smoothly, "Thank you, Princess."

Trying to save the tension, your sweet sister offered, "Perhaps Prince Daemon would care for a tour of the gallery? He hasn't yet seen the new tapestries gifted to you by Norvos and Qohor."

Viserys nodded and whispered, "Oh, oh," mockingly. He asked his brother, "Would you like to see the tapestries?" But by the end, he broke character and laughed with his brother; the latter who whom you knew spat on trivial things - such as tapestries and such. Through their laughter, Viserys proclaimed to his wife, "He has no interest in such things!"

"But thank you for the offer, sister," you smiled at her, trying to reassure her when her husband laughed in her face. "The tapestries are very beautiful, you've chosen a grand place to display them. I saw them on my way here."

"I'd like to see them," Rhaenyra jumped in, seemingly to Alicent's aid - something she'd not done in an age considering the tension between them. You just smiled politely, seeing the way Viserys dropped his grin when he looked at his daughter with distain while the rest of you looked away sheepishly.

"Then you should not deprive yourself."

Rhaenyra offered a pained, pursed smile, "I shall enjoy them alone."

You, Alicent, and Daemon all stared after Rhaenyra with varying degrees of pity as she walked away to sit solemnly by herself on a distant bench while Viserys went on about his and Daemon's youth; over Daemon being their mother's favorite. However, Alicent excused herself to follow the saddened Rhaenyra, perhaps to offer the Princess comfort in her father's anger. The King looked ready to protest, but instead just shook his head in disappointment.

Viserys turned you and Daemon away from the sight of the girls, showing off the Godswood in bloom; your father approaching you three stiffly. "Your Grace," he bowed to Viserys, then nodded in resepct, "my Prince. Daughter," he smiled, trying to instigate, "how was tour with Princess Rhaenyra?"

"Oh, as eventful as a Royal Tour can be," you smiled, deflecting, "though I must admit, while seemingly exciting at some parts, I'm sure it pales terribly in comparison to the Prince's adventures in the Stepstones." Viserys smirking broadly at your redirection. "I do wonder, what brought the war to an end? We've heard rumor, but surely the Prince might know for sure what brought the Triarchy down?"

"Surely," The King nodded, looking to Daemon expectedly.

The Rogue Prince smirked and readjusted his stance, deflecting, "Perhaps a conversation for later."

"Oh, come now, brother!"

"Your Grace," Otto interrupted, "I do apologize, but there are matters at hand that require your attention. The Tully's still - "

He sighed and waved your father off, "Yes, yes... Well," Viserys nodded, "I'll call upon you both later."

"Your Grace," you instantly curtsied.

"Your Grace," Daemon bowed right after. Viserys smiled and nodded back at you both, patted his brother's shoulder, turned, and when he walked away, Otto followed with a single look to you and Daemon.

"Daughter," he bid curtly - and you read between the lines. He really wanted to say, "Do not linger around the Prince."

When the King moved, his usual procession of advisors, guards, and entourage followed right after. You sighed as almost all of the Godswood cleared out, Daemon eyeing you as he readjusted his stance; subtly reaching out to pet your hand with his fingers.

"Daemon," you warned quietly.

"Nobody is watching us," he smirked. "You look beautiful, love. I'll have to buy you more dresses, you wear them so well."

"I cannot believe I will not see you tonight," you whispered with a pout.

"I will call on you tomorrow," he reminded.

You opened your mouth, but another voice answered. "Sister," Alicent called, you looking over and smiling innocently. You caught sight of Princess Rhaenyra glaring at her uncle, but didn't think much of it.

"I look forward to your tales from the Stepstones," you told him calmly, offering a curtesy.

He took your hand, pressing a soft kiss to the back, "I look forward to any time spect together, my Lady."

You hummed in contentment before stepping away, instantly taking Alicent's arm when close enough. "What was that about? Daemon looks so smitten!" She whispered with a growing grin.

"He was being polite," you whispered back, "and simply being Daemon - you know how he is. He's got three years of mischief to make up for."

"I see," she giggled. "He's quite handsome with the short hair, isn't he? It suits him well."

"I have to agree," you gossiped. "I can see why the ladies of court have missed him so."

Your younger sister giggled, smiling at you, offering, "I've missed you greatly. Come... I wish to hear of your time away."

"Oh, sister, please, I've only just returned."

"But... Wouldn't you tell me before the King?" She whispered.

You paused, then nodded, "Got me there, sister-dearest."

"We'll take tea together," she decided, leading you around the Keep until she saw a familiar face she knew. "Talya, my sister and I wish to take tea in the gardens, please. Privately, of course, so do not announce it," she directed the handmaiden. "We'll be in the gazebo in the rose gardens, bring tea, sandwiches, and my sister's always loved those peach crumbles?"

"I know the dessert," she nodded, smiling at you. "Can I interest you, Your Grace, in anything specific?"

"No, but bring enough for us both. Come, sister."

You three parted ways, Alicent leading you to the gardens as promised. She dismissed anyone in the area, even telling her guards to wait at the front hedges to give you ideal privacy while deeper in the roses at the gazebo. While sitting, you exchanged gossip about what happened while you were away, Alicent happy to catch you up because she was happy to finally have a friend, even if it were a sister, back in her corner.

You were happy, too.

While you loved Rhaenyra, the tension between her and Ali made you feel in the middle despite both parties assuring you "you weren't". Nyra was a good friend, your best, even! But it was something about your sister that was calming and assuring. She was trustworthy to a fault, but she was still your strongest pillar.

As Talya dressed your table with tea, lemon water, sandwiches, fruits, and other foods (including the peach crumbles), you giggled at Ali's retelling of whatever failed proposals occurred this past season you were away. When alone, at last, Ali turned to you in her padded chair and asked, "Tell me in truth, how was the tour? Why did you return early?"

"In truth, sister, vying men made the Princess uncomfortable. She did not need the two months more, she knew she was unhappy with the men so far presented to her."

Alicent sighed, "So, who does she intend to marry?"

"Yes," a new voice agreed, you both jumping in shock and looking up to see Viserys approaching with your father behind him. "Who does my daughter intend to wed, Lady Hightower?"

"Your Grace," you uttered, both you and Alicent standing in respect to bow your heads.

"Please, please," he permitted you both to sit, taking the lone chair across the table as your father remained standing. "I only wish for the unfiltered truth. I know what is said, I know what is reported, I know..." He sighed, "I know what my daughter might say, but please, Lady Hightower, what is the truth of it?"

"The truth, Your Grace, is that Rhaenyra was overwhelmed. Perhaps it was too long for her that she eventually, I'm not sure, shut down? She did not care towards the end which men was presented, she was overwhelmed with the options and pace at which everything moved."

"Kings and Princes before her have done the same, many Queens and Princesses embarking on their tours to find proper suitors," Otto reminded. "Why was this different, my Lady?"

"Because she is the first," you reminded. "Never before has a woman been named heir - she holds a different responsibility. Perhaps having everything thrown at her was too much, she has to filter through lesser men that would be King Consort. Nobody stood out, she became discouraged, and honestly, Your Grace?" You spoke earnestly, "I think it just made her sad. She did not want to disappoint you by choosing a man not worthy of being her King, so, she would rather face your anger in coming home early."

Alicent frowned but nodded to herself.

Otto adverted his eyes.

Viserys looked dejected, but sighed, "I see... Thank you for your words, my Lady, truly, you've always been a trustworthy advisor to the Queen, Princess, and I."

"It's the least I can do, Your Grace, since you and Queen Aemma - you - you were so kind to me when Mother passed. And Rhaenyra - to both Alicent and I - she was a true friend. I am in debt to you, Your Grace, and whatever I can do, be it just a simple different perspective, I am happy to provide."

"Well," he considered, "in the spirit of your unfiltered perspective, who would you see Rhaenyra marry?"

You blinked in shock, "Oh, Your Grace, I-I am not qualified to say."

"You serve as my Master of Whispers, do you not?" He smirked. "Speak, please."

You sighed deeply. With a small gulp, you blinked twice, then admitted, "I do not think my opinion matters, but... It would make sense to marry her to Ser Laenor Velaryon, would it not? He's a warrior who survived the Stepstones, is of Valyrian stock and blood, rides the dragon, Seasmoke. He's kind, brave, true, unmarried, heir to Driftmark. I think when it comes to filling the position of King Consort, Ser Laenor Velaryon would make a fine candidate."

Apparently, this was all Viserys needed to hear.

You could not sleep that night. You could not explain why, but something foul was in the air and prevented you from drifting off. So, you chose to browse your private library, select a literary favorite, and stroll the deadened halls of the Red Keep; reading by flickering torch light.

Good thing you were up and out, because one of your Little Birds chirped at you from the shadows. You looked around to see nobody in the hall, but another chirp directed your attention to a darkened alcove. "Hmm, oh, Kaela," you hummed, approaching her slowly and bending at the waist. "What is it, child?"

"I came as fast as I could."

"What's wrong?"

"I've seen something - something you'll want to know," she glanced up and down the hall, "but not anyone else."

"Come," you whispered, pushing her further back into the dark and sheltering yourselves safely. Once knelt before her, you asked the child, "All right. What is it you have seen, little one?"

"Do not get angry, my Lady..."

"I promise I won't," you spoke softly, confused - you never got angry at your Little Birds... Why start now?

"I-I saw... I saw the Prince Daemon and... Princess Rhaenyra."

You nodded slowly, asking quietly, "Where?"

"In the city, in a pleasure house."

You blinked, "And what were they doing?"

"What grown-ups do."

"I see. They were coupling?"

She shrugged, "No, just kissing, but it stopped fast. He left her there."

"He left her there? In the pleasure house?"

The little girl nodded. "The Prince looked sad... When the Princess tried to kiss him again, he pulled away... Then he left."

"Where did he go? After?"

She blinked, frowning, "My brother, Grenn, said he saw him at the pubs - but he was always on the move, very drunk. I came here right away."

"Good girl," you smiled, offering her whatever Gold Dragons from the pouch you usually kept on your person under your robe for times like this. "Where will you be tomorrow evening? I will bring you and Grenn supper."

She smiled, "We can meet you at the dock!"

"The dock?"

"He likes watching the boats."

"The docks, then. By the Fisherman's Pier?"

"No, Grenn like the Harper's Pier. They're not there around supper, they're still out at sea."

"Harper's Pier for supper," you agreed. "Go on."

The little girl looked around before scampering off down a different passageway and you stood from your knelt position with a stony look of tentative contemplation on your face. With a deep breath, you did the only thing you thought you could... You went to your father.

With a rapid knock at his chamber door, it took a moment or two before he was opening it - still dressed. "What is it, daughter?" He asked gruffly. "It's late, this should wait till morning."

"The castle is about to wake - "

"I know and I've much to attend to - "

"Father," you hissed, glancing up the hall.

He sighed and let you in, "What is it?"

"I carry scandalous news," you muttered, his door's lock echoing around you. "About the Princess Rhaenyra."

He turned to you sharply, you taking a step back in surprise. "You... Know?"

"About her sneaking around in a pleasure house?"

Otto frowned, "Do you know with who?"

You could not tell him, so you answered, "No, just that she was seen in disguise."

"Who told you this?"

"One of my Birdies."

"All right," he decided, nodding to himself, "thank you, daughter, for reporting this. I will... I will figure out what to say to the King."

"Should you say anything?"

"I'll figure it out - but now we both know."

You nodded, "So you knew before I came?"

"I was awoken an hour ago to hear this news."

You nodded slowly, "Then I will leave you to it."

"Thank you," he whispered, letting you peck his cheek in parting before slipping out of his chambers. With nothing left to do or anything else to say, you went back to your chambers as to limit your exposure to the castle's tenants.

The less that could say they saw you this night, the better.

Once safe in your chambers with a locked main door, you could do nothing else but (over)think, wishing to all the Seven Gods you didn't know what you knew. Information and knowledge was vital to maintain power, this is true, but it also made you dangerous - also a target. The more you knew, the bigger the target.

It was only a few hours after dawn when the secret passage doors to your chamber opened. You were braiding your hair, ignoring the man you knew to have the only balls to use that door - especially now.

"I've always wondered, if we had children, would they have white hair or waves of fire, like you? Perhaps something between?"

"Fuck off, Daemon."

"So, you've heard," he sighed deeply. "Won't you even look at me?"

"I can't stand the very thought of you right now, nor the actual sound, I'll lose my stomach if I have to look at you."

"Let me tell you the truth," he begged, "before I have to leave the Keep, let me tell you the truth. Let Viserys and everyone have their ideas and opinions, their lies and slander, but let me tell you!"

"Excuse me?" You asked, whirling around in your seat to glare at him fully. "Viserys banished you, again?"

"He did... Back to the Vale."

You scoffed, "Good... Your Lady wife awaits you."

"Viserys thinks I've sullied Rhaenyra's virtue. I do not need you thinking the same, so, please, let me tell you what happened - no matter how uncomfortable, please, let me tell you the truth."

"What difference does it make?"

"I can't have you thinking something more occurred. Was I tempted? Yes, but I refrained. Did I touch her? A little - but not how you think."

You sighed, shaking your head, "I don't care, you're returning to your wife in the Vale, and I will be rid of you. No matter for how long this time, you will be gone - "

"For a time, yes, but I intend to return for you."

"No, I think I'll let Father make me a match. I despised the North, it was too cold, so the handsome Cregan Stark is out. I don't mind Dorne, perhaps a Martel to marry? Or even a Tully of Riverrun?"

"Do not speak such atrocities to me."

"You're one to talk! Your niece, Daemon? The girl I consider my closest friend? You couldn't just find that whore you like and be satisfied with her? Couldn't wait a single day, could you? Huh? How fucking pathetic!"

"Perhaps you are not as close with Rhaenyra as you thought," he tisked, making you feel disarmed. He spent the next hour and a half explaining to you what happened the previous night, and despite your disgust, you just listened.

Knowledge was power.

"I will return," he sighed at the end, "and in that time, you can make your own decisions if you want me or not. But I will return and I will have you, if you will have me, and this foolishness will be behind us."

"I'll give you a single year. I will not wait for you longer than that," you whispered, tears streaming down your face. "I can't stand that you've done this, but I will wait one single year for you to find a way out of your marriage and back to me. Any longer than that, and I will simply move on. I do not want to live my whole life in the Red Keep, and the truth of it is, I cannot live in the Princess' shadow any longer. One year, Daemon."

"One year," he nodded, stepping closer. "My love, please - "

"Do not assume to touch me. Not after you've touched her," you snapped, stepping away. "Get out, I need to be alone, you have been banished - you need to go, you cannot be seen here." Your eyes rolled, muttering, "Probably have to go collect your whore for this banishment, too."

"Not this time," he smirked, "this time, I leave with my promise that I will return for you, my sweet Lady Hightower."

"Fuck off, you perverted Prince Daemon," you sassed, watching him slip out the door; shutting you in an echoing silence. Your heart ripped itself apart, making you wonder what the fuck you had done to deserve getting caught in such a scandalous affair. But you knew, in your heart, you'd do anything for Daemon - the thought sickening your stomach as you pondered how far this would all go.

part two: And Let Me Love You Anyway

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"I WANT YOU BOTH"

Daemon Targaryen x sister/aunt!Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen

WARNINGS: canon typical incest/targcest (brother & sister &niece) poly!(smut warning, p in v, fingering, face riding etc)

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The wind whipped through Daenys' hair as she soared through the sky atop Nyx, the majestic black dragon. Below her, the landscape of Pentos stretched out like a patchwork quilt, its colours a vibrant tapestry of green and gold.

Beside her, Laena rode Vaghar, the largest dragon, her laughter carried on the wind. The two young princesses had always shared a special bond, their adventurous spirits and rebellious natures drawing them together.

"Race you to home!" Laena shouted, her voice filled with excitement.

"You're on!" Daenys replied, urging Nyx forward.

The dragons ascended, their wings beating the air with powerful strokes. They raced across the sky, their scales glinting in the sunlight. Daenys could feel the exhilaration coursing through her veins as Nyx soared higher and higher.

"I'm winning!" Laena shouted, her voice filled with triumph.

But Daenys was not about to give up. She urged Nyx on, her determination fueling the dragon's flight. They closed the gap between them, their wings brushing against each other as they soared side by side.

"Not fair!" Laena protested, her laughter ringing out.

"It's not fair if you don't try harder," Daenys retorted, her own laughter joining Laena's.

They flew for hours, their joy unbounded. They explored the horizon and chased flocks of seabirds. The world was theirs for the taking, and they were determined to make the most of it.

As the sun began its descent, casting long shadows across the land, Daenys and Laena decided it was time to return.

"That was amazing," Laena said, her voice filled with wonder.

"It was," Daenys agreed. "The best day ever."

They landed in the Dragonpit. Daenys and Laena knew that their friendship would last a lifetime. They were bound by a bond that transcended words, norms, or customs.

Now, as she stood at Laena's funeral, the weight of her loss settled heavily upon her. A single tear escaped her eye as she watched Laena's casket being lowered into the ground. People gathered around, their faces etched with sadness. Daemon was nowhere to be seen.

Alicent Hightower, with Ser Criston beside her, her eyes filled with a mixture of pity and contempt, observed Daenys from across the crowd. Daenys met her gaze, offering a sad smile.

Daenys continued her search, her eyes finally landing on Daemon. He stood alone at one side of the terrace, his gaze fixed on the horizon. She walked towards him, her heart aching. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice soft as if she was asking that to herself.

Daemon turned to face her, his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and resignation. He just nodded slowly.

Daenys gave him a small hug, and Daemon placed a comforting kiss on her temple. From the corner of her eye, she saw Rhaenys. "I'll be back," she told Daemon and went to Rhaenys, who was crying on her husband's arms.

Daenys approached Rhaenys, then she enveloped her into a hug, her eyes filled with tears. "Laena may not be with us anymore, but she still lives on," she said, her voice trembling. "Baela and Rhaena are all that is left of her, and they need us now more than ever."

Rhaenys nodded. Daenys heart ached for the girls. She had always considered them her own, and she knew they would need her support now more than ever.

On a nearby bench, Baela and Rhaena sat with a young boy, Jace Velaryon, the eldest son of Rhaenyra and Laenor. The boy was trying his best to cheer up the girls, who were still mourning their mother's loss.

"I see that they're getting along quickly," a voice said behind her. Daenys turned to see Rhaenyra, her eyes wide with surprise.

"Rhaenyra?" she stammered, her voice trembling.

Rhaenyra approached her, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions. "Daenys," she said softly, her voice filled with longing.

Daenys felt a wave of emotion wash over her. Ten years had passed since she had last seen Rhaenyra, and the distance between them had grown insurmountable, yet there was still hope in their eyes.

"I see that you are well," Rhaenyra said, her voice filled with a hint of wistfulness. "And the children seem to be getting along."

Daenys nodded, her eyes fixed on the children. She was grateful to see that they were finding solace in each other's company. Then Daenys mournfully stared at the wooden coffin and understood that once it fell into the sea, she'd be gone forever.

"She did not deserve this.' Rhaenyra sighed, eyes a bit red from last night. She had cried to sleep mourning over Laena and Ser Harwin.

"Laena wouldn't want us to be sad forever. She was always such a happy girl," Daenys let out a sad laugh.

Rhaenyra leaned forward, closing the gap, "I-" Daenys tried to speak, but before anything could, someone announced that Laena's funeral was about to begin.

Daemon was observing them from afar.

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"We join today at the seat of the sea," Vaemond Velaryon began as Laena's coffin was about to set free in the sea.

"To commit the Lady Laena of House Velaryon, as she sets to the sea for her final voyage," he continues. Daenys head hung low as she stood beside Daemon.

"To eternal waters, the domination of the merling king..."

Daemon heart ached hearing the sobs of Daenys. As he looked towards Rhaenyra, he knew she felt the same.

"The Lady Laena leaves two true-born daughters on the shore. Though their mother won't return from her voyage, they will all remain together in blood," Vaemond continues.

"Salt courses through Velaryon blood," he eyed towards Rhaenyra and her sons bitterly, which did not go unnoticed by Daemon and Daenys.

"Ours runs thick, ours runs true, and ours must never thin," Some people started staring at Rhaenyra and her sons.

Daemon let's out a chuckle at this, and Daenys knew him to well to know that he did that to divert everyone's attention from Rhaenyra and her sons.

As the coffin gets set free in the sea, Vaemond continues, "My gentle niece, May the winds be as strong as your back , your seas as calm as your spirit, and your net be full as your heart"

Daenys raised her head after wiping a few tears, she saw Laenor totally broken, " From the sea we came, to the sea we shall return,"

Then they finally drop Laena's coffin to the sea.

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The ceremony would have been more beautiful if it wasn't for the way Vaemond used it as an opportunity to taunt Rhaenyra and her sons.

Daemon and Daenys stood afar from others in the corner of the terrace together. Rhaenyra's eyes scanned them as Daenys held his hand for comfort. She felt a tinged of jealousy seeing them together, together without her.

Viserys saw his siblings at walked towards them, "You're girls are the very image of their mother. A comfort and an anguish, as I well remember," he said.

Viserys then looks at Daenys, tears in his eyes seeing her all grown up, a caring motherly figure to Daemon's daughter. A strong woman, "I'm so proud of you, I missed your presence dearly...and no doubt Rhaenyra has as well. She may not show it." He said,"But she cares"

Daenys eyes met Rhaenyra's on the other side of the crowd, she offered her a small smile which was returned instantly.

"The God's can be cruel Daemon," Viserys said.

"Seems like they have been specially cruel to you," Daemon replied. "Yes" Viserys replied with sadness in his voice.

Daenys stared at her brother's face. His health has deteriorated badly over the years.

"You both should return to King's Landing. It's time that you came home," Viserys said hopefully.

"Pentos is our home," Daenys replied, "And that of our children,"

"Daenys, Daemon." Viserys pressed, "I know that we have had our differences, but let them pass with the years. There is a place for you in my court that something you should need,"

"I need nothing," Daemon said, gritting his teeth as he walked away from Viserys.

Rhaenyra watched the whole interaction and followed Daemon were he went.

"I should go back to the children," Daenys said, awkwardly leaving Viserys alone.

🥀

The wind whipped Daenys' hair as she stood at the edge of the beach, her gaze fixed on the endless expanse of the ocean. The sky was darkening, casting long shadows across the sand. The salty air filled her lungs, a familiar and comforting scent.

Lost in her thoughts, Daenys was startled by the sound of voices approaching. She turned to see Daemon and Rhaenyra walking towards her, their conversation punctuated by heated exchanges.

"I have been alone, you both have abundant me," Rhaenyra complained as Daenys walked towards the couple.

"We- I spared you," Daemon said, "You were a child,"

"Yes," Rhaenyra said, "Yes, I was a child, and look at what my life had became without you," she said to them.

"Droll tragedy," she scoffed, Daenys tried to grab her hand, but she walked away, but not before Daemon could grab her arm aggressively, "Oh and I wonder what you think of ours in comparison," He said.

"I know little of it," she said, "Did you love her?" She asked them, as she tenderly cupped Daenys face with both hands while Daenys voluntarily held her waist and looked at her wide-eyed and in question.

"We were happy enough," Daenys replied her voice soft.

"Well, that itself is a great achievement," Rhaenyra said as Daenys hung her head low, "We've been apart long enough. You and I," she then turns to Daemon, "We are meant to be together,"

They all stood in silence for a moment, and Daemon stared at Rhaenyra. Even though his heart had always firmly belonged to Daenys, he still had a special place for Rhaenyra in it.

Rhaenyra leans forward towards Daenys, "Rhaenyra," Daenys said, her voice shaky. Rhaenyra moved forward and took her lips feverishly, tasting the familiar berry taste she had longed for many years since their night in the Brothel and in her bed chambers.

Daenys let out a noise of surprise, and her eyes tiredly shut and kissed her back, her hands roaming up and down her body, not breaking the heated kiss. Rhaenyra then looked towards Daemon, "I'm no longer a child," she said as she kissed him as well, passionately.

"I want you," she said. "I want you both"

🥀

They both watch hungrily as Rhaenyra reached behind and unclasp her dress. It falls to the sandy ground.

"Rhaenyra," Daemon said in a low voice, cutting through the silence. "Come here,"

She did. She walked over to him. Daemon and Rhaenyra were settled in the small area under a wrecked ship remains. He takes Daenys in his lap, "Tonight, we're going to give you everything you want," he murmurs, gripping her thigh, "And more."

Daenys glance at them. "We?" She asked, almost hopefully.

Rhaenyra nods and kisses her gently, "If that is what you want," she said in a low voice and started undressing her sea blue gown. Small lightning bolts shoots up her thighs that go straight to her core and set it alight.

"Yes, " she whispered.

"You will have to do better than that," Daemon said. He cups her face and then kisses her bare shoulders.

"I want it." Daenys said. That made him smile.

Daenys's eyes flutter shut as Rhaenyra presses her lips to her neck, and Daemon's hand tightens on her thigh in response to her whimpers. Both of them caress up and down her legs, and her body and small whimpers escape her mouth.

"You have no idea how long I have wanted you to be mine," Rhaenyra said.

Daenys lean into Daemon. His lips are soft and warm against her mouth, sending goosebumps across her skin as Rhaenyra's hands roam higher. Wetness pools between her thighs. Breaking the kiss from Daemon, she arched her back against Rhaenyra, barely remembering to breathe.

Daenys guided Rhaenyra's hand between her legs, pausing at the barrier of her delicate undercloth. Rhaenyra groans deeply into her ear, and tingles erupt all over her body.

Daenys's mouth drops open as Rhaenyra starts stroking her through the thin fabric of her undercloth. She clenched in response, whimpering. Rhaenyra's fingers find her clit through the fabric. But before she could barely let out a gasp, she grasps her undercloth and rips it free.

Daemon's hand finds her throat, forcing her to look at him as their niece's hand spreads her wide, and then finds her clit once more.

'Look how good it feels," Rhaenyra said. "You've been keeping this all to yourself, uncle?"

'Can't fucking blame me," Daemon answers as he takes Daenys' nipple between his fingers, tugging and playing with it.

Daenys quivered in Daemon's lap. It was like she was already getting off from the excitement alone. Desperate, she hook her thumbs beneath Daemon's pants. She frees his hard cock and wrapped her hand around him, before taking the rest of him in her mouth.

For every flick Rhaenyra gives against Daenys's clit, she pulled back on Daemon's cock. He nestles a hand in her hair and groans, leaning back as his sister takes him.

A drop of precum leaks onto her tongue, and she glances up at him beneath my eyelashes with a flirty smile that soon turned into a frown as Rhaenyra stops playing with her clit. Daenys released a frustrated whine.

"Shh-It's alright, my love," Daemon hushes her. "She's not going to stop." Rhaenyra finger thrusts inside of her. Daenys's walls were already tightening around her long fingers fucking her, and then she pulls out and adds another, Daenys couldn't help but moan loudly, squirming against her touch, still sucking on Daemon's cock until she can't take him any longer.

Her hips buck as she grinds against Rhaenyra's hand. Daemon pulled himself free. Daenys's brows draw together as she glanced up at him, eyes struggling to focus.

"Come for us," he says, pumping his cock with his hand. Daenys leans her head back against Rhaenyra, who fasten her pace with her long fingers.

Orgasm claimed her so intensely that it almost made her cry. But Rhaenyra is not finished. And neither is Daemon.

Still trembling from pleasure, Daenys saw Daemon laying Rhaenyra down next to her. Hunger filled Daenys's eyes.

"Sit on my face," Rhaenyra asked boldly.

Daenys positions her clit aligned to her mouth. She moans when Rhaenyra places soft kisses on her lips below.

Daemon looked at Daenys, as if asking her permission.

"You fuck her," Daenys said. "She was such a good girl pleasing me, so well."

Daemon positions himself to Rhaenyra's entrance and without any warning thrusts inside of her, making Rhaenyra a whimpering mess. Rhaenyra continues to lick and suck Daenys clit as she rides her face and massages her breast.

'She's a good girl,' Daemon praises Rhaenyra, gripping her hips tightly. "Aren't you?"

"Such a fucking good girl," Daenys groaned as Rhaenyra worked with her tongue. Orgasm hits them all, as Daenys comes once more, straight into Rhaenyra's face.

Daemon pulls out of Rhaenyra. He stand up and places his cock in front of Daenys face, "Open," he ordered. Daenys complied and opens her mouth as he shoots cum into the back of her throat. She swallowed it down.

Daenys carefully gets off Rhaenyra face and lays beside her, her eyelids heavy. Rhaenyra wrapped her arm around her bare body as Daemon tucked a few wet strangs of her hair behind her ear. Soon, sleep claimed her, not before hearing

"I love you, Daenys,"

A/N: Okay, not the best smut. I tried. Please forgive me😓

[cmanse]

M Y N E W A E G O N C H A R A C T E R A I B O T S (a n d o t h e r s h o t d)

Here are my 10 new house of the dragon character ai bots. Today I put 6 new bots on Aegon II Targaryen. I am really happy to have had so many requests on him, I love him too much he is just too interesting and cute 🤭. I put back the bot 'he need comfort after getting burned | req' which was banned for some reason. but unfortunately the old one is lost forever…

Anyways, the most important thing is that a new version has been put back and that I also added bots on this fandom about Jacaerys, Jaehaerys I, Aemond, Daemon and Rhaenyra as well as a bot on the targtower siblings. I hope you will like them. do not hesitate to order some from me, I take all types of requests

For the request and my character ia masterlist -> CHARACTER IA BOTS (1)

doctor and his intern | hospital au | req (doctor!aegon targaryen x intern!user) — following the death of his nephew jaehaerys from a heart attack aegon becomes a doctor at the hospital of the seven in kingslanding. but aegon remains aegon and he does not seem to be able to resist the charm of his intern, user [mxw]

his little niece | young aegon (young!aegon targaryen x child or pre-teen!niece) — aegon never learned to be gentle or comfort anyone since no one ever did it for him in his fourteen years of existence, but when his little niece, user, comes crying into his arms, he is gentle. [mxw]

blended family | modern au | req (divorced!aegon targaryen x new girlfriend!user) — after a brutal divorce from his ex-wife and becoming a single father, aegon starts a new life with his new girlfriend, user. [mxw]

his delicious wife | vampire au | req (vampire!aegon targaryen x wife!user) — in addition to riding dragons, targaryens are creatures that feed of blood. when prince aegon is forced to marry user, he never expected to become so obsessed with tasting his delicious bride's veins. [mxw]

running away to essos with his niece | req (uncle!aegon targaryen x rhaenyra daughter niece!user) — when his father king viserys dies and his mother and grandfather try to force him to usurp his step-sister's throne, aegon flees to essos. but he comes across his niece, rhaenyra's only daughter, user, and takes her with him without really thinking and now she's starting to ask questions about the origin of this journey. [mxw]

he needs comfort after getting burned | req (burned!aegon targaryen x brother!user) — overwhelmed by the shame of his military failure and his burns, aegon needs comfort and his brother user comes to give it to him. [mxm]

his little sister is a witch? | req (older brother!jacaerys velaryon x lucerys twin witch!user) — jacaerys discovers that his sweet and pretty little sister is a witch. [mxw]

wake up in the modern world (jacaerys velaryon x modern!user) — jacaerys was drowning at the battle of the gullet, but when he wakes up, he finds himself not in heaven with his little brother and his fathers but in a strange room with user, an unknown woman. warning: spoiler. [mxw]

he didn’t think you would be like saerea (father!jaehaerys i targaryen x daughter!user) — never would jaehaerys have thought that user, his beloved daughter would be caught up in her sister saerea targaryen's scandal. [mxw] [platonic]

learn high valyrian with him (aemond targaryen x sister!user) — at the request of their father king viserys, aemond helps his little sister user learn high valyrian. [mxw]

aegon, aemond, daeron and helaena group chat (modern!aegon targaryen x modern!aemond targaryen x modern!daeron targaryen x modern!helaena targaryen x targaryen modern!user) — the group chat of user and her/his/them siblings. [mxmxmxwxn]

their witch | req (king consort!daemon targaryen x queen!rhaenyra targaryen x daemon witch mistress!user) — when daemon returns from harrenhal to dragonstone he takes the young witch user as his mistress with him and slowly makes rhaenyra fall in love with her. one night after insomnia problems, she catches them talking alone and instead of jealousy she feels something new for user. [mxwxw]

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Omg guys, 1000 followers on character ai? Over 1.1m chat?! I love you thank you so much!! I'm also working on the second masterlist. All these bots will be available on this one!

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• masterlist — my character ai elizabethmanse • bots of 31 jan 2025

[camlovesjace]

Dancing with the prince ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Jacaerys Velaryon xOc!fem, Hightower

warning: no one (but... english is NOT my first language so i tried to write something without being a total failure)

You´ve been hating prince Jacaerys for long time ago, he was always so kind, such a gentleman with everything and everyone. And that couldn´t be worse to you, cause when other womens found her ways to take him in a dance you knew he would never can rejected.

So, it was easier to pretend you hate him that confess that you're actually madly in love him him. Since he came back from Dragonstone, he acted like a crowned prince should act. So respectful, and so brave. However, every time he tries to talk to you you found yourself being rude and mean, having no manners left to give him.

But tonight it was different, tonight he was looking so handsome, with his beautiful brown eyes shining everytime he smiled, his dark curls falling so perfectly down his forehead. You couldn't help but stare at him a few seconds more than usual...and Helaena noticed it.

She smiled, looking at you with a gaze you knew fine "You're a coward" she joked, in a funny and low tone of voice. You can't said anything cause that blonde princess, who was your favourite cousin ever, was so damn right.

"Shut up" you said, lifting the cup and drinking the deep red wine on it. Feeling the taste fill your dry mouth "He´s a jerk..." you repeat, like many times before.

"Yeah, maybe he is. But you want that jerk to be your jerk" after she said that, some people on the table turn to both of you, with a surprise expression on their faces. Your cheeks burned like the deepest dragon fire had woke up in your face, and you could only put your hands to cover yourself. You were so ashamed, you had never ever been this in love, and you never had to deal with such chaotic feelings.

You could feel you face going so red as you hair, then you lift your body out of your chair and walked just right in front of him. In front of the man who owns all your worst nightmares, and your sweetest dreams.

"My prince..." you say, trying to do not blush when his gaze move to you. You can feel how his brown orbs reached every inch of your face, he told you once that he had never seen such an innocent face as yours. But in that moment you only rolled your eyes at his words, even when the world feel like it was burning around both of you.

"My sweet lady..." Jacaerys said, smiling ear to ear, you feel like you could punch his face if his idiotic smile didn't disappear now. The Rhaenyra´s heir could help to left his eyes wander your beautiful dress, he knew the blue and pink suits you, but he had never imagined you in a burning red. A maroon red. His heart started to beat faster when you looked at him in such a lovely way.

He had put his eyes on you since he put a feet on King's Landing.

"Don't call me that" she says, and he left a soft laugh scape from his lips. He love the way you could be mad at him even when he said nothing wrong, yet.

"Sorry..." he apologized, still focused on you and your gorgeous shape. He had seen precious women, with better bodies, better faces, and better manners... But none of them had the luck of catch his attention as you did. You were wild, independent and passionate, yet as well you were such an innocent and sweet creature, always looking at everyone with those dreamy and hopeful eyes of yours. Full of life, love and kindness. He couldn't help but fall for you faster than he had before "I can assume you´re here for a dance, don´t you?"

She shakes her head, taking with one hand a jug of wine and lookíng down his eyes.

"I'm not" she said, and Jace laugh a little when she turn around and leave right where she came from. Then the prince stand up and walk behind her, putting one of his strong and warm hands on her waist, feeling the hot flesh under her dress.

"What a shame, sweetheart" he murmured, on her ear. A shiver ran her back, almost making her shake in that moment, as his breathe touched her skin, moving slightly some of her ginger hairs "Cause now i want to dance, and you´re right here"

[wicked-barbie]

Two Queens

House of the Dragon: Rhaenyra Targaryen x Alicent Hightower

Rating: Mature (Minors DNI)

WC: 3 k 

Prompt: First and Last Kiss for @sweetspicybingo (Beginnings Bingo Masterlist)

Tags/Warnings: Canon divergence, no dance, fingering, oral, friends to lovers, blood pacts

Summary: Five integral kisses in Rhaenyra and Alicent's relationship as they navigate a path together in order to secure both their legacies

Cross-posted to my AO3

Their first kiss had been innocent, shared by two young ladies on the cusp of womanhood. The gardens were in full bloom, marking the warm spring, and Rhaenyra twirled about the succulent green grass, silver hair sprawling around her. The sun warmed Alicent’s upturned face, pinkening her cheeks as she watched her friend while rubbing her thumb and forefinger over the velvety petals of a blood-red rose.

“One day, I shall ride Syrax into battle and glory,” Rhaenyra cheered, a sparkling smile stretched across her face. The sunlight caught in her amethyst eyes, lighting them up like glittering jewels.

A lithe giggle chimed through the air as Rhaenyra skipped over to Alicent’s side, sitting beside her.

“I imagine you will be a fearsome warrior like Queen Visenya, princess,” Alicent whispered.

“You may call me Rhaenyra when it is just us, Alicent. Please, we are friends,” Rhaenyra smiled.

Alicent’s cheeks reddened a deeper shade. It sounded rather intimate.

“And you will be the beauty all the bards will sing about. All the lords and knights would proudly fight for the hand of the lovely Lady Hightower,” Rhaenyra cooed.

Alicent looked at her friend in surprise. “ Me ?”

Alicent’s breath caught in her throat as Rhaenyra leaned closer, pressing their lips together softly.

“ You ,” Rhaenyra whispered before pulling away and plucking the rose from Alicent’s hand.

The aftermath of the kiss lingered on Alicent’s lips for the rest of the day, and tried as she might, she could not forget it, even when she chased her friend through the gardens. As the wind whipped through Alicent’s fiery red hair, she imagined herself as the fair maiden holding a knighted Rhaenyra’s favour one day. Every time she watched the golden dragon take to the skies, her heart would soar alongside Rhaenyra’s as she dreamed of a life she could never have while Rhaenyra schemed of ways to make them come true.

~~

The second kiss was one of deeper passions—wine-stained and bruising—shared in the confines of Rhaenyra’s quarters. It was a dalliance kept secret between the walls between two friends who realized their desires led deeper. 

“I wished to say no,” Alicent sniffled before gulping down the sour red wine. It burned her throat but dulled her senses, and so she stomached the bitter taste. She thought of it as penance.

“I wished to have heard the news from you,” Rhaenyra murmured, her cup long dry and needing more liquid.

“I am sorry.”

“I know…this is beyond you,” Rhaenyra offered, her eyes puffy and tear-stained, “You must serve your duties just as I must.” While the distaste still lingered bitter on her tongue, she would not allow herself to lose her most treasured friend. A dragon alone in the world is a terrible thing.

“I do not wish to lose you, Rhaenyra. You must promise…” Alicent’s voice cracked like a precious jewel shattering across the floor.

“You will not lose me. This I can promise,” Rhaenyra whispered as she gathered her skirts up to her waist. She slipped the dagger free from her thigh, a gift from her uncle, a blade made from Valyrian steel.

Alicent trembled, afraid that her friend might slit her throat and she would not blame her for doing so.

“We will bind our camaraderie with blood,” Rhaenyra smiled, smoothing her violet dress back into place.

“ Oh ,” Alicent breathed, feeling relief.

“Your hand, please,” Rhaenyra smiled, and Alicent stretched out her hand. The tip of the blade pierced through the skin of her finger, a thick ruby droplet beading to the surface. Rhaenyra repeated the process with her finger then smeared the blood in a thick line down the center of her bottom lip. Alicent followed suit, trembling with anticipation.

Their mouths sealed together, softly at first, before their lips parted and deepened the action. Warmth swirled through their bellies, the tang of blood on their tongues. Alicent was unsure how much time had passed, but it felt like a whole turn of the moon when the two finally parted. She felt dizzy. Rhaenyra’s heart thumped faster in her chest, her face feeling warm as the stars seemed to align. Alicent held her heart. 

Fingers intertwined as they gazed into each other’s eyes. The feelings remained unspoken, but both were well aware of what they felt at the moment. They were meant to be, but the confines of their roles would never allow it, so they must find a way.

A bloody kiss was only the beginning.

~~

The third kiss occurred in the most unexpected of places. Between Alicent’s splayed legs, with her cheeks flushed red.

“You have served the realm most dutifully,” Rhaenyra purred as her rosy lips pressed soft kisses to the curve of Alicent’s neck, “You are a magnificent queen.”

“I merely performed my duty,” Alicent gasped as Rhaenyra’s mouth moved over the swells of breasts before loosening Alicent’s gown.

“Indeed, and so you deserve to be rewarded, to let your body experience pleasure and not simply allowed to be used for breeding,” Rhaenyra grinned, squeezing Alicent’s plush arse before ridding the queen of all her clothing.

Alicent shivered in the chilled air even as the fire roared and crackled in the hearth. Four children later and she was just as lovely, if not a bit softer and rounder, which Rhaenyra certainly appreciated. Rhaenyra’s body had grown more voluptuous with the birth of three sons, and Alicent found herself entranced by the princess’s beauty. Long gone were the children they used to be, and now stood as two powerful women in their own right.

Rhaenyra refused to let the one she loved slip through her fingers. Alicnet performed her duty by marrying Viserys, and Rhaenyra did hers with Laenor, and both chose to willfully ignore those pacts while in each other’s company, seeking the pleasure and love they deserved. Alicent had been Rhaenyra’s most trusted confidant when admitting her fear of being unable to bear Laenor’s children, not for lack of her trying. The queen had perfected the art of observation, silently drawing in the words of those surrounding her and cultivating those secrets. She had plenty of her own, after all.

On one sunny midday afternoon, she approached Rhaenyra.

“There is a man who keeps close company with the White Worm and is said to be the bastard of Lord Corlys. He has been blessed with Valyrian looks, mayhaps he is the answer,” Alicent whispered, holding Rhaenyra’s hand in hers.

Rhaenyra’s eyes widened. “Would it be worth the risk?” She squeezed Alicent’s hand, worry filling her amethyst eyes.

“It would have to be carefully arranged, and if the children appeared to be Laenor’s, I do not think tongues would wag,” Alicent answered.

Rhaenyra grew solemn as she contemplated. “If I agree, I have but one request.”

“And that would be?”

“You shall share the chambers with me. It would help to have the person I love with me, as this copulation is nothing more than a means to secure a presumed heir,” Rhaenyra stated.

It was scandalous, but Alicent agreed, as it was her suggestion, after all. She would never forget how flushed Rhaenyra appeared after the man was paid handsomely and proved a trusted ally (one who would perform his duty thrice in all). The princess’s body was coated in a thin gleam of sweat from the activity, and the queen felt herself overcome by desire—a feeling she never had in Viserys’s presence. The same willingness danced in Rhaenyra’s eyes, and soon Alicent’s gown lay in a heap on the floor as their naked bodies tangled together.

Rhaenyra’s fingers filled her, making Alicent’s thighs quake as her lower lip quivered, but it was Rhaenyra’s mouth that made her become fully undone. Their bodies grew slicked as fervent mouths claimed unexplored territories. Alicent’s head spun as their damp cunts rubbed together, and her nails claimed the tender skin of Rhaenyra’s back, making the dragon princess hiss in delight. The queen and the princess gave into passions they longed attempted to simmer and let the fire consume them. They had passed the point of no return.

Nine moons later, a healthy boy, Jacaerys, was born with silver hair, a lovely tawny complexion, and shimmering violet eyes. When Alicent gave birth to her youngest, Daeron, a mere moon after Jacaerys, she pretended he was the fruit of their splendid, memorable night spent together.

“ Rhaenyra,” Alicent groaned, tugging on the silver strands of the princess’s hair, needing to feel her mouth. 

Alicent’s back slapped against the bed as Rhaenrya pushed her onto it before grasping Alicent’s ankles to tug her down. The princess knelt against a scarlet red cushion as her mouth nipped and suckled on the delectable skin of Alicent’s thighs before seeking the queen’s dripping cunt. It was sweet ambrosia against her tongue. Alicent moaned wantonly as she rocked against Rhaenyra’s warm, skilled mouth, wishing for the princess to devour her.

Her tongue traced over Alicnet’s swollen pearl as two fingers filled Alicent’s eager cunt. Alicent gripped the sheets beneath her, her head lolling back as her mouth fell open wide. This was pleasure; this was divine. Her duties with Viserys were sterile and transactional, but her moments with Rhaenyra were pure bliss and desire. If he was aware, he turned a blind eye, simply delighted that his family got along splendidly. Her back arched in pleasure as she spilled against Rhaenyra’s mouth and fingers.

“Mmm, the queen is quite delectable. I prefer her to lemon cakes,” Rhaenyra smirked as she lifted her head before lewdly licking her mouth clean.

“You are quite wicked,” Alicent playfully scolded.

“Mayhaps the queen ought to teach me some manners,” Rhaenyra quipped as she crawled up Alicent’s naked body.

“Indeed, I shall, but first, we must rid you of your clothing,” Alicent purred.

“A clever idea,” Rhaenyra mused, her purple eyes sparkling with mischievousness. 

Kisses burned over every inch of their bodies.

~~

The fourth kiss was filled with agony and tears, yet it was also underlaid with hope and the birth of a new dawn.

“Viserys is dead, Rhaenyra,” Alicent warbled, her dark eyes filled with tears.

Rhaenyra felt her heart skip a beat as the weight of Alicent’s words sank in. She was no stranger to tragedy over the years spanning from her mother’s death to most recent events. Laenor’s life had been claimed in a drunken duel by a fool thinking to tarnish Rhaenyra’s good name. The fool lost his tongue and hung from the walls.

“And how fare you, my dearest heart?” Rhaenyra asked, brushing away her own feelings as she grasped Alicent’s hands.

“We shared a complicated relationship. I mourn his passing, yet rejoice because now you will be queen,” Alicent said softly as her thumb traced the scar on Rhaenyra’s forearm. It was the most bittersweet of days.

A mark left behind in Rhaenyra’s defense of her half-brother Aemond. The spikes of Vhagar’s wings proved sharp and sliced easily through the princess’s flesh as she grabbed Aemond out of harm’s way. That night, Alicent learned her father’s words were meant to stir controversy and unrest, but the actions of Rhaenyra and her two eldest boys proved otherwise. Jace suffered a bruised eye, Luke a bloody nose, and Aemond, by the mercy of the Gods, a slim pink scar beneath his eye socket. A mere inch closer, and he would have surely lost it. Alicent would forever be grateful to them and the little ladies Baela and Rhaena for screaming bloody murder to alert the guards and slumbering adults.

“I knew this day would come, but I find myself at unease,” Rhaenyra admitted, guiding Alicent to sit with her.

“I suppose that is to be expected, but you will make a fine queen, Rhaenyra,” Alicent smiled as the tears dried on her face.

Rhaenyra reached out, swiping them away with the pad of her thumb. “I worry…”

Alicent shook her head, reaching out to press her fingers to Rhaenyra’s lips. “I will not allow it. Viserys named you heir, and the realm swore their obeisance. You have spent your life in preparation for your role, and your siblings stand with you in support.”

Rhaenyra smiled, a few tears rolling down her face as she gazed at the stone floor. “I had longed for siblings for most of my life, devastated by the losses my mother incurred and a fate that ultimately claimed her life. I am grateful that the Gods did not allow you to meet the same, and while resistant at first, I love my brothers and sister with all my heart.”

“I know you do. You are a good person, Rhaenyra. You could have easily hardened, and none would have blamed you, but you have proven to be stronger beyond what any of us would have imagined,” Alicent whispered.

“I know this mayhaps breaks with precedent, but I would very much like you to crown me during the coronation,” Rhaenyra stated, lifting her head.

“It would be my honor,” Alicent smiled, gasping as Rhaenyra pulled her into her lap and caught her in a searing kiss. The salty taste of tears lingered on Alicent’s usually sweet lips as she melted into Rhaenyra’s embrace.

A fortnight later, Alicent placed the golden crown on Rhaenyra’s head as the Grand Septon proclaimed her Queen of the Seven Kingdoms in the Dragonpit for the small folk to witness. Rhaenyra’s sons and half-siblings stood proudly behind her along with Daemon and his three children; the Lady Laena tragically lost after bringing their son forth in this world, and after, they all took to the skies on their dragons. It was truly a sight to behold, as so many dragons had not been seen in King’s Landing since the death of King Jaehaerys.

Alicent and Rhaenyra shared a secret kiss in the winding halls of the Red Keep as the rest of the realm celebrated with a feast.

~~

The last kiss was spurred by the passing of time. The morning was spent in the warmth of Rhaenyra’s bed as her fingers coaxed a delicious release from Alicent. Even the stiffness brought by old age would not stop Rhaenyra from enjoying her dalliances with her paramour. Even after all this time, she could easily bring a flush to Alicent’s cheeks. Neither Alicent nor Rhaenyra took another husband, and Rhaenyra devoted her time to the realm, becoming hailed as the Golden Dragon Queen who brought prosperity to all of Westeros and meticulously allowed women to emerge to the forefront alongside men. Changes were not always warmly welcomed, but over time, the realm adjusted. 

Alicent kissed her way down Rhaenyra’s body, finding her desired spot between the queen’s thighs. How she loved to bring her Rhaenyra pleasure, the sweet taste of her bursting over Alicent’s tongue. After Rhaenyra reached her peak, the two remained curled in each other’s arms until it was time to break their fast. Whispering tongues questioned their relationship, but none dared speak their suspicions of the Dowager Queen and the Queen Regant’s liaison aloud. Prince Aemond and Prince Daemon would be quick to remove their tongues.

Two queens enjoyed a midday hour of respite together in the Midsomer season. Elaena toddled over with a pink rose clutched between her chubby hand, dropping it into Rhaenyra’s lap. The corners of Rhaenyra’s eyes crinkled as she stroked her hand down the silver curls of her granddaughter’s hair. Her skin glistened a warm bronze beneath the blazing sun. She was the youngest of Jacaerys and Helaena’s children. Once Elaena procured the kiss she so desired from Rhaenyra against her forehead, she turned her attention to Alicent to receive the same before skipping off to play with the other children. 

“Oh, how they grow,” Alicent sighed happily. Her once fiery hair had turned a soft gray with the passing of time, while Rhaenyra’s had transformed into a snowy white. Her eyes flickered over to Jaehaera and Baelor beneath the weirdwood, reading silently side by side. Little Rhaena sat at Alicent’s feet, tracing the points of the golden star that hung from her neck. She loved to accompany her grandmother to the Sept as did Baelor.

“I am grateful for every day I get to spend with them,” Rhaenyra smiled. The sun caught the golden strand in Elaena’s hair and made it gleam as the little one danced around in the grass.

Jacaerys and Helaena’s union had proved fruitful with six healthy children, and he would become king on Rhaenyra’s passing. Aegon and Aemond thrived on their learnings at Dragonstone, becoming proficient dragonriders, fluent in the Valyrian tongue, and skilled knights under Criston Cole and Daemon’s tutelage. They trained alongside Jace, Luke, Joffrey, and Daemon’s son, Baelon. Lady Baela inherited Driftmark at Rhaenys and Luke’s insistence after the Seasnake’s death, and it was a sight to behold watching her fly above the sapphire seas on Moondancer. Lady Baela seemed uneager to be tied to any betrothal, preferring her dragon to any man.

Prince Aegon found love with Cassandra Baratheon, and none could doubt the love that shined in their eyes when in each other’s company. Lord Borros was most pleased to finally have a male companion in his halls, even more so when his first grandson was born, and Storm’s End stood to be inherited by Aegon and Cassandra upon his passing. Prince Aemond proved devoted to his knighthood, taking the white and becoming the shield of Jacaerys and Helaena. He had been successful in his second claiming attempt of Vhagar with Rhaenyra’s encouragement when he turned five and ten. Prince Lucerys and Lady Rhaenra were wed, keeping Lady Baela company on Driftmark and bringing forth three healthy babes. 

Daeron the elder continued to blossom in Oldtown, eventually wedding Desmera Tyrell. Prince Joffrey found a match with Princess Ameline of Dorne, Prince Qoren Martell’s youngest daughter. The Targaryen lineage prospered to the height of its glory again.

Daeron the younger and Daena engaged in a wooden sword fight, with Daena besting him. She whooped and jumped with victory.

“She reminds me of you,” Alicent laughed.

“I am constantly reminded,” Rhaenyra chuckled. She closed her eyes, basking in the sun’s warmth, and Alicent allowed her to rest, but not before laying one last kiss upon her beloved’s lips.

[westenraskiss-writes]

god, the idea of me sharing things about my writing still makes me uncomfortable, but here's some extra background stuff about Alicent and Rhaenyra's trip to the Natural History Museum in London in chapter 3 of the Hogwarts AU:

I was actually choosing between two museums for the beginning of this chapter: Natural History Museum and the Old Operating Theatre. Obviously, NHM has dinosaurs, so it won out in the end. Plus it looks like Hogwarts on the inside, so.

And here's the Old Operating Theatre Museum that didn't make the cut. (I would've made this at least a little bit magical in the AU. Like maybe there's a secret attic for Wizarding medicine or something, you know. Or perhaps it's got cases full of St. Mungo's surgical supplies on display for young wizards and witches to look at.)

I still think it could be quite fun to put two witches in a museum with all those herbs and surgical equipments, especially with Alicent being so uninterested in general muggle stuff. Maybe I'll use this in a future AU or something, who knows.

Anyway, back to the bits about the museum. Alicent's original plan was to take Rhaenyra to see the T-Rex and all the dinosaur fossils, and to save you time, this is the T-Rex Alicent had in mind:

(Girlie really thought Rhaenyra would be interested in a flightless dragon with short arms. Girlie misjudged the situation.)

And here's the plesiosaur that caught Rhaenyra's eyes:

I think anyone who's been to the NHM would tell you that it's truly an impressive fossil. I think I stood in front of it for a good fifteen minutes the first time I went there, just craning my neck and staring up at the giant thing. And that was before Ammonite (2020) even came out.

Of course, the AU's set somewhere vaguely in the 2000s, so our baby gay Alicent never had the chance to google who Mary Anning was or watch Ammonite on repeat on some streaming service. But I was hoping someone who's seen Ammonite might pick up on the name Lyme Regis and kinda get that little ah, a nod to queer media moment.

Speaking of Lyme Regis, it's a wonderful little place in Dorset. I heard that you can still go there today and go fossil hunting, but I'm not exactly sure how one goes about that.

In a perfect world, Alicent would've loved going down to that coastal town with Rhaenyra, no matter how much she said she didn't want to freeze to death on the pebble beach.

Anyway, that's it for now. I'm sure you could've googled all of the stuff I just said, but I'm currently editing chapter five and want to quickly pop on here to share the two museums and give Lyme Regis a shout. Okay, bye!

[samieree]

Silver Princess || House of the Dragon

Daemon Targaryen | Aemond Targaryen | Gwayne Hightower

-> Chapter XII

Chapter XIII "Driftmark" [+18]

She asked her father if she could go horse riding with the Queen. She knew she had to go to him to get Alicent to agree. She wanted to talk to her privately in some... let's call it a more favorable environment. She achieved what she wanted, or rather she almost succeeded, because barely had time to arrange everything with her father, when the Maester came with the information that a raven had arrived with important news.

The next morning, in a much worse atmosphere, she buttoned Visenya's coat, crouched down in front of her and tried not to show her sadness. Daemon was standing not far behind her, so she didn't see him nodding to the maid to take the girl outside so they could be alone.

"You can cry if you need to, you know that?" he said when the doors closed.

The news that had come to them yesterday and had made her so sad was that her friend, Laena Velaryon, had died. She didn't want to cry, she knew it would definitely affect her daughter badly, that she had to be strong at least because of this, but... It was hard to keep a calm face and smile when another person she loved was gone. They were friends, and - through Rhaenyra and Laenor's marriage - sisters, and now she is gone. She passed away due to complications during childbirth, just like her mother. This hurt her even more and increased her fear that this would happen to her one day. She wouldn't want her daughter to grow up without a mother, as she had to, as Laena's girls will have to...

"Not in front of her." she replied, obviously referring to Visenya. She looked at the door for a moment longer, where the maid came out, holding her daughter's hand, and then she finally got up from the ground and turned to Daemon. "She was my friend. I wasn't at her wedding, I didn't visit her after the birth of any of her children, or even when she died. She rejoiced, she suffered, no matter what, I wasn't there. The last time we saw each other... Before Visenya was born, then we just sent each other a few letters." she wanted to walk away and sit in the chair for a few moments to calm down before leaving for Driftmark, but before she could take even a step, Daemon was next to her and wrapped his arms around her.

"Your paths have diverged, you can't blame yourself for that." his grip was strong. One hand rested on the back of her head, holding it against his shoulder, as if hiding it from the world so she could cry out all the tears that had gathered in her, let go of the sadness, the regret, the pain that gripped her heart. He kissed the top of her head several times, as if encouraging her even more to not keep these devastating emotions inside. "Now you will go to say goodbye to her and send her on her last journey."

These words broke her for some reason and tears began to flow from her eyes. If she was going to cry, it would be now, not later, in front of everyone at the ceremony. She let him hold her close in a comforting embrace, gripping Daemon's clothes tightly herself. It wasn't the first time she had experienced the loss of someone, the first was her mother. She cried much more for her. She went through a long mourning period before she was able to come to terms with her death.

There was a stage in her life where she wanted to name her daughter after her if she ever had one, but she decided against it. She didn't want to be reminded of her mother by looking at her, or to scratch scarred wounds. Instead she had beautiful Visenya, bursting with energy, almost four-year-old now.

She lost track of time, crying in her husband's arms until the tears stopped flowing on their own. She needs to calm down, they have to go, and her daughter can't see her like this.

* * *

As if it wasn't bad enough that her friend had died, leaving two daughters, they also heard about the fire at Harrenhal and the death of the Hand and his son, Ser Harwin. Due to this, the King reinstated Otto. She had a good feeling that removing him from his position years ago would not be the end of their troubles with him. Now he is back and will cause more problems.

At a small ceremony right after the funeral, she went sat with Baela and Rhaena - the daughters of her deceased friend. Apart from Laena's parents, they were the most hurt and needed a lot of support to get through it.

"I wasn't much older than you when I lost my mother." she said, sitting between them on the stone bench and putting her arms around each of them. "It hurts, and it always will. But you have to allow yourself this pain, if you want to cry, then let the tears flow until you have no strength to cry and finally... you will find the strength to move forward. You will see that the world has not ended." her voice almost broke as the girls hugged her, and she could only squeeze them tighter and stroke their backs, as if it would help in any way.

"Grandma says we'll stay here, on Driftmark." Baela said, her voice breaking.

"You will be close to me, your uncle, your aunt, your cousins. And your grandparents are wonderful people, you will definitely be happy here." she replied.

From what she understood from her conversation with Rhaenys, girls' father was never very present in their lives and they were definitely more attached to their mother. However, after Laena's death, he killed himself, so the decision was made for the girls to grow up here. She had no illusions that it would be easy for them, but at the same time she wanted to somehow lift their spirits, help them get through what she herself experienced and was so painful.

She looked up and saw that Jace had approached them, along with little Visenya. It was obvious that he wanted to say something, but he couldn't think of the right words. Noticing this, Valaerya looked at him and leaned in - still holding the girls close - to whisper what he could say.

"My condolences. It's terrible to lose a parent, but remember that you always have us, we will never leave you in need." he repeated when Valaerya leaned back against the back of the bench. Then, as she nodded for him and Visenya to sit, he finally took a step forward, although he still looked unsure.

"Con- Conolences?" her daughter tried to repeat. Val smiled softly and pulled her into her lap. She was about to speak when Rhaena spoke up.

"You left out the 'd'. Condolences." they repeated it again and Visenya learned to pronounce the word correctly, but it didn't make her as enthusiastic as always - or she managed to hide it because she realized that it would be inappropriate to laugh and clap. Instead, she reached out to Rhaena and hugged her. Emboldened, Jace did the same to Baela, and Val wrapped her arms around everyone as best as she could.

They sat like that until Rhaenys came. Val saw her and nodded, kissed each of the kids on the head, and stood up, taking her daughter and Jace with her.

There wasn't much going on around, some people didn't even talk to each other, they just stood in groups. Prince Aegon, as usual, was drinking and looking for a maid he would like to sleep with. Aemond also came across them, but quickly went his own way. Halaena was probably busy with her spider, Rhaenyra was walking to some other place from time to time, and Daemon...

Where is Daemon?

The sun has already set behind the castle, how long has he been gone? Why did he leave? Where? She wanted to say something, to quickly think of something for the kids to do while she went to look for him, but then Rhaenyra approached them.

"Time for bed." she said, crouching down next to the kids. But before she did that, with her head she pointed towards the beach, looking significantly at her sister.

"Listen to your aunt." she said to her daughter, kissing her on the forehead. She quickly understood what Rhaenyra meant, most likely Daemon had gone down to the beach somewhere.

"And what about a bedtime story?"

"I'll be happy to tell you one, or a few." Rhaenyra said, picking the girl up into her arms. Now she took the initiative herself, but in any other situation she wouldn't have had to be asked twice to take care of this little silver-haired princess. Exactly what she had been dreaming about all along, but the gods didn't want to give her.

Valaerya slowly moved towards the stairs, checking if anyone was looking her way, and then quickly descended the stairs leading to the beach. It was getting dark quickly, and that didn't help her in her intentions to find her husband. Only after a few minutes of walking she saw someone's silhouette in the distance. When she got closer, she could tell that it was Daemon, he was standing on the very shore, the water was almost washing his shoes, he was looking at the sea.

"I assume you needed some air?" her words sounded quite ironic, considering that the entire modest ceremony took place outside. Moreover, there was also a note of resentment in them that he left without telling her anything.

"I couldn't stay there any longer." he said, turning to her.

"Rather, what disturbed you was Otto's presence." even though he rolled his eyes at that statement, she knew perfectly well that it had to be at least one of the reasons why he left. Although apparently he wasn't going to tell her why he came here. "I talked to Rhaenyra." she added after a few minutes of silence.

Right after the funeral, she exchanged a few words with her sister, whom she had not seen for a long time. They parted on fairly... neutral terms, despite the argument that Rhaenyra should not leave King's Landing. Neither of them still changed their minds about this decision, but they didn't bring that up.

Instead, they preferred to remember all the good times with their deceased friend and then exchange what was happening in their lives during the time they were apart. They didn't usually write letters to each other - or rather, Valaerya didn't like to do it unless she had a lot to say or it wasn't expected to send one - so this was the first time in a long time that they could feel close again. Although neither the circumstances were pleasant nor the news from life particularly good, at least they had each other.

Each other and honesty, because Rhae finally told her what exactly her and Laenor's relationship was like, and that her children were - as the rumors say - Harwin Strong's, unfortunately now deceased.

"Mhm..." Daemon nodded and turned around, starting to walk along the shore.

Val sighed and, for lack of a better option, followed him, quickly falling into step with him.

"Her and Laenor's marriage has always been a farce, but it's probably only going to get worse now. He never really tried to keep up appearances, but after his sister's death... It hurt him very deeply, and it will affect her too." she finished for now, looking at her husband and waiting for some answer.

After what was like a few seconds but felt like much more for her, he deigned to answer her.

"He doesn't have that much to lose." he replied, clasping his hands behind his back.

"They... They tried." that's all she said, but they both knew that it was about fathering children in wedlock. "We all know with what effect."

"It's all happened already, we can only fight the consequences."

"She needs us." she emphasized each word very strongly, as if she wanted to engrave these words in his head. She was starting to get annoyed by the fact that Daemon didn't seem to be listening to her, remaining somewhere deep in his thoughts. They were all family, they should support each other, especially since it was a matter of succession.

"And I need you." he stopped abruptly and, just as unexpectedly, he took her face in his hands, pulling it close to his. Their foreheads were almost touching as his gaze moved between her lips and eyes. Finally he stopped at the latter, staring intently at their purple. "You keep talking about others: Laena was this and that, you had this and that with Laena, Rhaenyra needs this and that, Rhaenyra feels this and that, enough...! What about you? What about us?"

Her breathing immediately quickened as he pulled her close. She didn't take her eyes off his, even when he accused her of not taking care of herself or their marriage at all.

True... She hadn't been close to him since returning from Pentos, but she simply didn't feel the need to. She was concerned with other matters, what was and is happening on the court, her daughter, her siblings. Daemon was somewhere in the background. She didn't reject his kisses, but everytime when he reached for more, she pulled away.

"What about us?" she repeated after him.

"Avy jorrāelan. (I love you.)" he said, pressing their foreheads together. It was completely honest, the thought had never even crossed his mind that he could have feelings for another woman as strong as he had for her. As the years passed, it was not about getting used to it, but about developing an increasingly stronger feeling. "Ñuha zaldrīzes dārilaros. (My Dragon Princess.)"

She didn't answer because she couldn't say the same. They were family, he was the father of her daughter, her husband, but she didn't love him as much as he wanted. She preferred not to say anything, preferred to kiss him, wrapping her arms around him and then moving them to his hair as he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue between her lips.

She moaned softly into his mouth as he squeezed her breasts, beginning to gently massage them while forcing her to take a few steps back until her calves hit a low but quite big stone. She lowered herself onto it slowly so as not to hurt herself and supported herself with only one hand, while with the other she helped him untie the decorative, thick threads that held the top of her garment together enough to free her breasts.

He moved his lips to her neck, clearly happy that she was finally allowing them to be this close again. He started caressing her right breast while massaging the other one. Then his hands went down to her pants, untying them, and after he left one last kiss between her breasts, he removed the lower part of her clothes.

Her breath caught in her chest for a moment as she felt his tongue leaving marks on the inside of her thighs. The pleasantly cool air blowing off the sea made a wonderful contrast to the warmth of Daemon's lips, tongue and breath as he finally, after a few minutes of teasing her, buried his face in the crest of her thighs.

She fell completely backwards onto the stone. It didn't bother her how rough and uncomfortable it was compared to the bed. It didn't bother her that her friend's funeral had taken place just a few hours ago. It didn't bother her that while she was enjoying herself, her family's enemies could plan their next steps and even implement them. All that mattered was how blissful she felt with his lips and tongue moving over the most sensitive part of her body.

As she felt her fulfillment approaching, she pushed herself up a little, clutching her husband's hair tightly. She had to fight the urge to squeeze her thighs together as a loud moan escaped her lips. However, she didn't have much time to experience her orgasm, because Daemon grabbed her waist with one hand, the other slightly higher and on the other side, and pulled her up, connecting their lips. She could taste herself on them, but she didn't mind.

They fell onto the sand, sitting on it, tangled together. While he was untying his pants, Valaerya unbuttoned the upper part of his clothes a little so she could feel his hot skin under her fingers.

They made love under the stars, the water constantly washing their legs and soaking their clothes, which were already pretty dirty with sand. A moment of rest, away from everything that was currently happening in their lives, a moment to immerse themselves in themselves and enjoy such a simple, human thing. Not in their room, not against some wall in the corridor, not on the table, but under the open sky, with the sound of the sea, with a pleasantly cool, light wind, which will be the only one to hear their moans.

For now, still away from the problem that broke out between the kids after Aemond claimed Vhagar.

~

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tags: @marihoneywk @watercolorskyy

[horizon-verizon]

I feel like I watched a completely different episode from people claiming he’s trying to be a good king. Did people not see the fact he doesn’t take his small council meeting, while on the verge of war, seriously? He was more interested in silly pony games than the actual work of ruling. He dragged a toddler to the meeting to “prepare him to rule” but then wanted to be fun dad while again, the country is about to be in a war where both sides have nukes.

In the throne room, he’s more interested in trying to essentially buy love than making the hard decisions of being king. Same as when he’s drunking and brainstorming names for himself with the frat bros (instead of being with his wife and their children), he just wants people to love him, because he’s such a spoiled little shit that neither of his parents really did.

For my part I don’t think Aegon has been improved compared to season 1, this episode proved that he was incompetent and impulsive and he wants to make a lot of decisions in a hurry to the point that Otto and Alicent have to stop him from going too far and the fact that he wants to send Vaghar wherever all the time makes me realize how much he and the other Greens overestimate this dragon and they seem to rest all their hope on it while Caraxes, despite being younger and smaller, will end up killing her alone.

Aegon is trying to be the "good" king he thinks is "good" and gain the smallfolk's favor. It's a deal of "if I make them like me and just give them what they want in the moment (without regarding the disadvantages to either me or them if I agree), then whatever I do, I am genuinely a good king".

Is it disingenuous, of course. But yes he is trying to be a "good" king, and another part of that goodness is being unrelentingly violent or commanding or to expect others to bend to his will to get what he wants...bc yes there is an element to that in how the nobles of this society evaluates a "good" king already--that "ruthlessness" to accomplish one's goals or to annihilate OR subdue/disempower his enemies. Problem is that Aegon thinks he has to and is entitled to cross boundaries of select others whenever he wishes to "prove" he is king and that others must comply bc he is King and only their submission proves he is king even as he doesn't do anything t really show them why is rule would be in their long term or immediate interests/comfort. There is no balance or attempt at intelligently coming up with ways for pursuing the war or to rule the realm. He wants his cake and eat it, too, and tbf, in this world he very well could if he had been named heir...bc he has a penis.

With him, it's just his mercurial will and endless search for self-indulgence. Ironically, exactly like how many Rhaenyra antis-accused her of being, bk or show, when all evidence shows the opposite or her simply trying to cultivate autonomy and happiness while performing real/idea of duty.

So, in this way, Aegon is written brilliantly and TGC turns the party, i admit. They really conveyed his bk character so well. I actually didn't feel they were portraying a "likeable" person or a good father at all, he's still very negligent and more interested in Jaehaerys as an heir/self-affirmation. And he allows himself to bond w/Jaehaera even less bc she is female. (Not that I thought you were saying, anon, that they wrote him terribly. As you say, the episode proved how ridiculous he truly was and anyone who genuinely thinks he is a good person, father, or a ruler has some serious self examination to go through).

What would make it better if in the next episode he actually starts to sexistly call Rhaenyra all sorts of shit as he does in canon as he's doing his smashing fit thing or elsewise. I actually didn't mind the "green heavy" episode, both bc it was here at least interpersed w/black stuff but also tgc really gave it. And despite Phia's excellent acting, I simply cannot like the B&C scene and disagree with the possibility that canon greens exaggerated B&C. I mean, hello, in the bk Jae's head was cleanly cut off in one swoop while in the episode they sawed it off....less gory where?! We don't need to see gore or lack thereof to know its there or hear it happening and to compare which is worse.

So there's that.

[duchess-of-oldtown]

House of The Dragon, Season 2, Episode 2 "Rhaenyra the Cruel"

Just clarifying, these are my own thoughts, you don't like them, don't bother telling me so. Also, I'm not a book purist, I like adaptions taking putting their own spin on things - if it makes sense to do so. So, here were my thoughts. Obvs, this post is dark and full of spoilers.

OK, but where is the panic here? The most important kid in Westeros just got his literal head chopped off in one of the most secure cities in the world with Vhagar on watch and other than his dad, mom and a few servants, everybody is just "yeah that happened".

I would have loved a scene of them telling Aegon about Jaehaerys. Like a build up. It feels like there's something missing.

Aegon smashing up Vizzy T's legos is valid because it's him having revenge on the man at the centre of the conflict that killed his son.

Why Aemond looking around his room like he thinks somebody was looking at his porn collection?

Give us Alicent's rage. Why isn't she angry? Why is Jaehaerys "the child"? Alicent's line about Helaena? Where's the rage?

Why is there all this speculation of who ordered this? It's obvious.

Tyland, you fucking bell end.

Aegon drag Cole, fucking drag him.

Aegon's got the rage. Where's the tag off of everyone else?

Ironrod, they could never make me hate you

The Aegon and Otto vibe is giving me Tywin and Joffrey.

Otto, that boy just lost his kid, why are you saying this shit

Alicent's human moment at the suggestion at the funeral, glancing at Aegon. She knows it's wrong

The Dragon pit? Which is a ruin after Meleys?

Jaehaerys is your Great-grandson, Otto. And yes, I'll say you aren't grieving.

Aegon looking to Alicent to make it stop and her not doing it.

Alicent? You just said this is a good idea, convinced Aegon and then go on and call it a spectacle? The hypocrisy?

Helaena. Phia, you broke my heart.

Alicent, they cut off that girl's child's head and you're worried about your hookup becoming public??? Priorities?

The costumes for the funeral, absolutely gorgeous. The little crown for Jaehaerys, we need more crowns.

The whole Blood spills everything when he sees the tools is funny but also let's us know that Larys has a reputation.

Helaena's hair is gorgeous.

Alicent stop touching Helaena, she doesn't fucking like it, she doesn't want to be there.

Aegon killing Blood *chef kiss* but that scene too short

I actually thought the wagon would knock Jaehaerys off at one point.

Phia Saban is a fucking star because I got so uncomfortable with her during that scene.

Rhaenyra upset for Helaena but also her quick thinking about protecting the island.

Also fuck that one guy on her council. Fuck you Alfred.

Also slay Rhaenys.

Book accurate Rhaenyra not letting Jace out.

Jace, your brother is dead, your mother is at war and your cousin just died, and you're serving face?

I'm sorry but that look Rhaenyra gives Daemon, the lil head fuck when she realises, it's so familial that you literally can't forget they're related. I've given that same look my siblings a hundred times

Daemon, that's not the right expression to have there. You didn't forget to take out the rubbish, you killed a kid

Rhaenyra, what's with the "it"?

This scene between Daemon and Rhaenyra, you can see while they love one another they can't trust one another. But I think Daemon told her the truth, he didn't really want the throne himself.

Why did they turn Daemon into a wife beater? Why? This is the man who gave us "I want Rhaenyra" and the hand thing, why does he have to come at her like that?

Rhaenyra, you fucking remind him of Visenya. You remind him how he left you alone.

Harrenhal. Daemon has been planning this war for so long that he's just desperate to see it all done.

Daemon's jealousy of Rhaenyra and Viserys.

Baela, I fucking love you. She was ready to chase after Daemon with Moondancer after seeing the room.

The costumes are really getting good.

CARAXES, MY BOI

Am I the only one who thinks the armour got worse? It's all bulky now

The Helaena and Aegon scene. You can see both of them have so much to say but neither are able to say it aloud.

Fuck you Cole, that's right you look at your mistake.

I thought that one servant was Pod.

Rhaenyra playing with Viserys and Aegon. Oh they're so sweet.

Rhaenyra is serving ✨face✨

"have you told anyone?" Alicent he'd fucking be executed? Sent to the Wall?

Cole leave that Cargyll alone. You're the one who literally fucked the Queen and had her put it back on you. You're the one who defiled the cloak. Your purity? You fucking whore.

Headbutt him Cargyll.

Cargyll asking the real fucking questions here.

I love how all the kingsguard just left because well, they remember Joffrey Lonmouth.

Criston Cole fall down a privy already.

I miss Ser Barristan.

Cole needs a headbutt.

Baela and Jace, serving cunt together, we could of had it all.

Jace, Daddy Harwin, Ser Harwin loved you. Why question it?

Just "I miss luke", there's a scene missing there.

Aemond at the brothel... That boy was abused by that woman, why would they do that to him? Also, why the fuck would he tell her about Luke?

The FUCK are you allowed to call him Luke.

Oh, they teased you? They teased you you school shooter vibes momma's boy?

Why is Hugh Hammer getting a storyline? I don't care about him? Where is Nettles? WHY COULDN'T WE HAVE NETTLES?

Yeah his wife and kid will die.

OK, but why are Alyn and Adam giving off that one Tiktok about eating at Olive Garden?

Corlys with the whole "I'm not a king", girl it was 20 years ago. Also, dom!Rhaenys. He gets pegged.

"I'm here, Meleys is here." DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME

Rhaenyra and her book about Visenya.

Mysaria and Rhaenyra? It's not giving me anything. It feels out of place. But good on Mysaria for fixing the accent.

Seasmoke 😭

Hanging the ratcatchers is fair enough. Now, give us the Red Keep cats pls.

The dog 😭

Otto why are you more upset over PR?

Also WHY IS OTTO SERVING CUNT? WHY? WHAT IS HAPPENING?

That look he gives when he asks "and what... Has cole done?" it's so dad core

Otto's hard on for Viserys? No, girl.

Aegon vs Otto yesss

Aegon "my new hand is a steel fist", Aegon he hast done thy mother

Please tell me Mysaria is going to stay and cause trouble, give us that at least.

The Erryk walking up to the door and giving out to the guards, it's one of my favourite tropes.

I love the whole swapping of the twins. But I would have made it more confusing.

ELINDA MY QUEEN

Rhaenyra walking away when Elinda is doing her hair, why does it remind me of a pint getting it's hair brushed.

Also Rhaenyra's pillows low key look hard.

Erryk giving commands to the Lord Commander? The fuck?

Elinda, get in there girl, throw something

Rhaenyra, the door is literally just there. Just there.

The Cargylls scene is top notch. A Roman death.

I miss Mushroom.

We're getting Daeron and Tessarion.

Leave the Tyrells out of this.

Alicent, comfort your son, that's your boy, he needs you.

No, but go fuck Cole I suppose. That worked out fine the last time.

Is every episode going to end with Alicent getting railed?

Rating: 8/10.

[multifandomfanfiction]

Little Dragon Chapter 3

TITLE: Little Dragon Chapter 3 PAIRING: Aemond/Niece!OC RATING: T CHAPTER: 3/? SUMMARY: Daella Velaryon is the only true-born heir of Laenor and Rhaenyra, but after Aemond’s maiming at Driftmark she elects to stay with the royal family. Over the years, she and her uncle Aemond grow closer. So close that not even the threat of war will tear them apart.

Daella’s handmaidens dressed her for dinner in a deep blue gown with her hair done up in intricate braids. When she arrived at dinner, her family was already there. Instead of taking a seat next to her brothers, she sat next to Heleana.

Aemond sat at the head of the table. He reached over and took Daella’s hand in his, pressing a kiss to the back of it. “You look beautiful, Little Dragon.”

“I must thank you for the gown, my prince.”

“You are to be a Queen one day. You must dress the part.”

Aegon snorted into his wine and his younger brother glared at him.

Everyone quietly talked amongst themselves as they waited for the King to arrive. Viserys entered, carried on a litter, and everyone stood up. He was placed in his spot for the evening and they sat down.

“How good it is…to see you all tonight…together,” Viserys said.

“Prayer before we begin?” Alicent asked.

“Yes.”

Daella, who had grown up in the Red Keep, still felt awkward when Alicent brought up the Faith of the Seven. Daella herself still believed in the old gods and often found herself talking to the Weirwood tree.

“May the Mother smile down on this gathering with love. May the Smith mind the bonds that have been broken for far too long. And to Vaemond Velaryon, may the gods give him rest.”

“This is an occasion for celebration, it seems. My grandsons, Jace and Luke, will marry their cousins, Baela and Rhaena, further strengthening the bong between out houses. A toast to the young Princes…and their betrothed,” Viserys said.

“Hear, hear!” everyone chanted.

“Well done Jace. You’ll finally get to lie with a woman,” Aegon said.

“Let us toast as well Prince Lucerys, the future Lord of the Tides.”

“Hear, hear.”

“And to Princess Daella and my son Prince Aemond, who have been betrothed for some years. You have been patient and I think now is the time to reward that patience. You will be married in a week’s time.”

Rhaenyra was taken aback. She knew Daella had always favored her one-eyed uncle, but she never imagined they would marry.

Daella turned to Aemond and smiled. She had been waiting for this day.

Daemon was staring Aemond down as Aemond kissed Daella’s hand again.

Viserys struggled to stand. “It both gladdens my heart and fills me with sorrow to see these faces around the table. The faces most dear to me in all the world yet grown so distant from each other in the years past.” Viserys reached up and pulled his golden mask off.

Daella averted her eyes, not wanting to see her grandfather in such a state.

Aemond’s thumb stroked her knuckles in an effort to comfort her.

Even Aegon lowered his eyes.

“My own face is no longer a handsome one if indeed it ever was. But tonight I wish you to see me as I am. Not just a king, but your father. Your brother. Your husband and your grandsire. Who may not, it seems walk for much longer among you. Let us no longer hold ill feelings in our hearts. The crown cannot stand strong if the House of the Dargon remains divided. But set aside your grievances. If not for the sake of the crown, then for the sake of this old man who loves you all so dearly.”

Viserys collapsed into his chair and Rhaenyra stood up.

“I wish to raise my cup to Her Grace, the Queen. I love my father. But I must admit that no one has stood more loyally by his side than his good wife. She has tended to him with unfailing devotion, love, and honor. And for that, she has my gratitude and my apology.” Rhaenyra sat down.

“Your graciousness moves me deeply, Princess. We are both mothers and we love our children. We have more in common than we sometimes allow,” Alicent said. She stood up. “I raise my cup to you…and to your house. You will make a fine queen.”

Rhaenyra smiled at her.

Aegon got up to fill his wine glass and whispered something to Baela, causing Jacaerys to stand up.

Aemond stood up, ready to defend his older brother.

“Aemond,” Daella said, “Please.”

Aemond stared at Jacaerys, waiting for him to do something.

Jacaerys turned to Aegon and playfully punched him in the shoulder before raising his glass in Aemond’s direction. “To Prince Aegon…and Prince Aemond. We have not see each other in years, but I have fond memories of our shared youth. And as men, I hope we may yet be friends and allies. To you and your family’s good health, dear uncles. And…to my beloved sister Daella. I regret that we did not get to spend that much time together, but you have grown into a fine woman and I pray that our uncle will make you happy and that you will have many children together.”

“Thank you. And I pray that you and Baela are happy together,” Daella said.

“Beware the beast beneath the boards,” Helaena whispered.

Daella reached over and rubbed her arm.

Helaena suddenly stood up. “I would like to toast to Baela and Rhaena. They’ll be married soon. It isn’t so bad. Mostly he just ignores you except sometimes when he’s drunk.”

They were a few snickers and Helaena sat down.

“Was that okay?” Helaena asked Daella.

“Yes, you did very well,” Daella told her aunt.

Aemond smiled at their interaction.

Helaena was very grateful to have Daella to talk to, since people mostly ignored her.

“Good. Let us have some music,” Viserys said.

[anyca786]

"I WON'T LET ANYTHING HAPPEN TO YOU OR OUR CHILD"

Daemon Targaryen x sister/aunt!Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen

WARNINGS: canon typical incest/targcest (brother & sister &niece) poly relationship, family drama, fluff, mention of pregnancy.

Series

The wind whipped through Daenys' hair as she soared through the sky, Nyx's powerful wings carrying her towards King's Landing. The world below was a patchwork quilt of greens and blues, the vast expanse of ocean contrasting with the lush forests.

Nyx's roars echoed through the sky, a unique sound that set her apart from other dragons. Daenys smiled, recalling all playful rivalry between Nyx and her husband's dragon, Caraxes, and her wife's young dragon, Syrax, their unique roars often echoing across the skies of Dragonstone.

As she neared the city, she could feel the anticipation growing within her. She wondered how her brother, Viserys, would react to her return. Would he be angry, or would he finally forgive her for marrying Daemon and Rhaenyra?

She landed Nyx in the dragon pit, the great beast settling with a contented sigh. Daenys dismounted, patting Nyx and bidding her goodbye.

As she walked in, the palace was abuzz with activity, the scent of food and wine filling the air. The court lined with people, preparing to celebrate the wedding of the King's firstborn male.

As she entered the throne room, the guards announced her arrival. "Princess Daenys Targaryen has arrived!"

A rush of emotions flooded through her as she stepped into the familiar halls, but soon disappointment takes over as she finds the throne empty. Where is Viserys?

"Princess", Otto Hightower called from behind, startling Daenys. She turned to face him, a forced smile playing or her lips.

"Otto," she acknowledged, "Where is my lovely brother?" she asked.

"His Grace was not feeling well this morning, Princess," Otto replied, his tone somber. Daenys' heart sank. She remembered the last time she saw Viserys, he had looked frail.

"Where is he? I want to see him," she insisted.

'Come, I'Il take you to his chamber," Otto offered

As they walked down the hallway, Otto attempted to make small talk. "You still look delightful, Princess. Its a shame you displayed such poor judgment in choosing partners," he remarked bitterly.

Daenys rolled her eyes, "Some people prefer passion, which you're not familiar with, over politics," she retorted.

When they reached Viserys chamber, he was sitting up in bed, his face pale and gaunt.

"Vis," Daenys called softly.

Viserys raised his head, a weak smile gracing his lips. "Sister," he greeted her. "You came," he said, his voice barely a whisper.

Daenys walked over to him, cupping his face gently. "Of course I did," she replied, her voice filled with concern.

"What happened?" she asked, her eyes scanning his face.

Viserys chuckled weakly. "Don't worry, sister, I'm just getting old."

"Don't be ridiculous, you're not old yet," she protested.

Viserys chuckled again, "Come, sit with me," his gaze filled with love.

'Your Grace," Otto interrupted, "The wedding starts soon,".

"I'Il be there with my sister," Viserys replied. "You are dismissed, Otto"

Once Otto left, Viserys turned back to Daenys. "You haven't aged a day. In fact, you look more youthful," he commented.

Daenys laughed.

"How is Daemon and Rhaenyra?" Viserys asked.

"They're doing well, brother," she replied, biting her lip nervously. "Are you upset with me?" she asked softly.

"Yes," Viserys admitted.

Daenys's face fell but he continued, "I was upset at first, but then I realised that they both need you," he said, "only you can keep Daemon and Rhaenyra grounded"

"They are indeed, both very stubborn," Daenys complained.

"Well, it is in the blood," Viserys smiled at her.

Suddenly, the doors swung open, revealing Alicent, dressed in a stunning gown, ready for her firstborn's wedding. Her expression shifted from surprise to a forced smile as she saw Daenys.

"Husband," Alicent greeted Viserys, then turned to Daenys. "Princess, It's a joy to see you."

Daenys remembered their last encounter. A flicker of resentment passed through her as she replied, "Alicent, Good to see you too." She unconsciously touched the scar on her neck, a reminder of the near-fatal attack.

Alicent noticed and as if guilty awkwardly said, "Everything is prepared," to Viserys.

A groan escaped his mouth due to pain, Viserys, with Daenys's assistance, rose from the bed and began to walk towards the throne room.

As they walked, Daenys couldn't help but notice the toll the recent events had taken on Viserys. She watched as his once vibrant spirit seemed dimmed, his body frail. She have always looked up to him, more like her father figure and it pains her seeing him like this.

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The wedding was a grand, a spectacle of wealth and power.

Yet, amidst the festivities, a sense of unease hung in the air. Aegon seemed disinterested and least bothered, his gaze often drifting off into the distance, eyes disturbingly preying over other girls. Helaena, on the other hand, radiated an ethereal beauty, her innocence a contrast to the political intrigue that surrounded her.

Daenys, wandering through the hall for food, found herself drawn to the unusual food combinations again. This time, she selected a dish of salted fish and added fermented sweet plums on it.

"Looks gross," a voice sneered from behind her.

Daenys turned to see Aemond, Viserys's younger son.

"Smells delicious to me," she retorted, her gaze unwavering. She found a secluded table and sat down, her legs already feeling weary.

Aemond followed her, a smirk playing on his lips. "You know, I've always admired you," he said. "Father used to tell us stories of your childhood, how you were his favorite, the most rebellious, brave, and beautiful. And how my uncle was always so protective of you."

"I've also always envied you in a way," he confessed.

"I'm sure Viserys loves all his children equally, and holds love for them more than he does for me," Daenys replied, trying to comfort him.

"He's not the same anymore," Aemond said, his voice filled with bitterness. "Not after his precious Rhaenyra cut him off."

Daenys remained silent, knowing the truth behind his words. Viserys did have a soft corner for Rhaenyra, his only child with Aemma, the love of his life.

"Why did you blame it on Aegon that day?" she asked, putting down her plate and changing the matter of conversation.

Aemond hesitated.

"I didn't want to get humiliated in front of you."

Daenys's heart softened. "If you had owned up to your mistake, I would have respected you more," she said.

"But it was no mistake! ," Aemond argued. "Rhaenyra's sons are not trueborn."

"Rhaenyra is the heir, and her sons have just as much Targaryen blood as you," Daenys countered.

"But she's a woman," Aemond insisted.

"And?" Daenys replied, her voice sharp.

"No woman ever s-"

Daenys sighed, "Enough, boy. You're giving me a headache," she said, her patience wearing thin.

Aemond hung his head.

Daenys sighed, feeling a surge of pity, "Do you want to fly out?" she proposed, also wanting to see Vhagar, her Laena's beloved companion.

Aemond's face lit up. "If you insist, I'd race you with but know that I'd win," he boasted.

"We'll see about that," Daenys challenged, a playful glint in her eye.

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Daenys doubled over, vomiting for the fourth time. Daemon's face hardened as he watched her suffer. "They have poisoned her," he muttered, his voice low and dangerous.

Rhaenyra rushed to her side, gently rubbing her back. "Are you alright, my love?" she asked, concern etched on her face.

"I think it's just the salted fish with fermented sweet plums," Daenys managed to say, wiping her mouth with a cloth Rhaenyra offered. Daemon cringed internally at the thought of such a bizarre combination.

"Daemon wouldn't admit it, but we've missed you," Rhaenyra confessed, her voice soft.

"I was only gone for a day," Daenys chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

"Too long," Daemon muttered under his breath.

Suddenly, Daenys felt a wave of dizziness. "I need to sit," she gasped, her vision blurring.

Rhaenyra called for a maester, her voice filled with worry. Before the maester could arrive, Daemon scooped Daenys into his arms, her face pale and carried her to bed.

When the maester examined Daenys, gently running his hand over her stomach. His brow furrowed. "The Princess is with child," he announced.

Daenys's eyes widened in shock. She couldn't believe it. Fear and uncertainty washed over her. "I can't be a mother, Daemon," she whispered, her voice trembling. "What if... what if I..."

Daemon sat beside her, his hand gently stroking her hair. "Nothing will happen to you," he assured her. "I won't allow it."

"I'm afraid," Daenys confessed.

Rhaenyra took Daenys' hand. "I won't let anything happen to you or our child," she vowed, highlighting our.

"But I'm not ready," Daenys protested. "What if I cannot be a good mother."

"You'll be the best mother, my love," Rhaenyra insisted. "You already are so kind to my sons and Daemon's daughters."

Daenys sighed this was all too much for her, a part of her always wanted to be a mother, to carry Daemon's child in her womb. A child out of love, a Targaryen child. Maybe a daughter with Daemon's temper or a son with her subtle kindness.

Daemon leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Rest now," he said. "We'll talk about this later."

He stood up and placed a loving hand on Rhaenyra's swollen belly, "You too" he said.

Then, he left the room, his heart a mixture of joy as well as worry.

Rhaenyra turned to Daenys,

"Lay with me, Nyra," Daenys offered.

Rhaenyra nodded and climbed into bed beside her. She smiled and snuggled closer to her, and as for Daenys, a sense of peace washed over her.

A/N: Boring filler chapter. Not my best :(( Having a writer's block :(

Gimme suggestions in the request box😔

[cmanse]

6 H O t D T E A M B L A C K

C H A R A C T E R A I

B O T S

Here are my last bots of the year 2024 and I couldn't help myself, I had to make them on House of the Dragon and of course, Team Black bcs I support Queen Rhaenyra and her son the crown prince Jacaerys 🛐

I discovered this incredible series and the universe that surrounds it this years so it's normal that I end it with it. I hope you like these bots as much as I liked making them. and happy new years guys !

For the request and my character ai masterlist -> CHARACTER AI BOTS

@ elizabethmanse on character ai ☆

their prisoner | req (nephew!jacaerys velaryon x cousin!baela targaryen x targtower!user) — user is the youngest daughter of alice and viserys. when aegon usurps the iron throne, daemon kidnaps user as a war hostage. jacaerys and his fiancée baela take care of her to try to make her bend the knee and get information on the greens. [mxwxw]

she married our father, marry hers (older sister!rhaenyra targaryen x little sister!user) — user, rhaenyra's little sister, suggests that she marry otto hightower to get revenge on alicent who married their father. [wxw]

you lost black sister (brother!jacaerys velaryon x brother!lucerys velaryon x sister!user) — user announces to her brothers, lucerys and jacaerys, that she has lost the sword of deamon: black sister that she had 'borrowed' from him behind his back. [mxmxw]

does he have a bastard? (daemon targaryen x targ bastard!user) — daemon has always been convinced that he did not have a bastard, except when user, a bastard taken to dragonstones to try to ride an unclaimed dragon, strangely resembles him, he begins to doubt. [mxn]

you woke up in hotd (‘older brother’!jacaerys velaryon x reel world ‘little sister’!user) — user comes from the real world, our world where hotd is just a series taken from a book. but one morning she wakes up in the universe of hotd in the guise of the little sister of jacaerys velaryon. [mxw]

you disobey your mother (older brother!jacaerys velaryon x little sister!user) — despite her mother's, princess rhaenyra, ban, user joins the dawn to fly with her dragon, but her older brother jacaerys blocks her path. [mxw]

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I had a request on jacaerys and baela. I was so happy it was my first on hotd. the anonymous person was super polite and pleasant. I love doing this just for this human side 🫶

by the way, i would need your opinion…

[mxw] = man x woman | [mxn] = man x non-binary/man/woman (you can choose your gender) | [wxw] = woman x woman | [wxw] = woman x woman | [mxwxw] = men x woman x woman

……………………………..……………………………..……………………. • masterlist — my character ai elizabethmanse • bots of 31 dec 2024

[rhaenin-writing-time]

As the second season for HotD comes out, do you think you’ll want to change anything in your story to include parts of it, or are you planning to act only on the first season and F&B? And even if you don’t include any actual story parts from season two, do you intend to include themes or commentary on it in your plot?

I'm going to answer this in more detail on the next chapter. Which should be... soon I hope. But I'm definitely cutting it off at season 1 and leaning more into the book. Season 1 was heavily flawed, but season 2 is a yike and I don't want to have to account for all the CANON they're breaking and the other weird decisions most of which were made in the quest to try to frame it as a 50/50 conflict rather than letting the themes of the book shine through. Baela and Rhaena, for example, had such clear characteristization in the book that they've thrown away in part to make the Blacks look worse by making Daemon look worse by keeping him separate from his daughters (which contradicts not just the book but also his characterization in the show as someone obsessed with family. Not to mention that ot does t make sense logically how they act like driftmark and dragonstone are worlds away, or that Rhaenyra, who even made sure her grieving son saw to Baela and Rhaena's emotional needs, would EVER let Daemon get away with it even if he tried. Which is why they don't try to justify it they just... keep them a part. And because baela's characteristization is so tied to Daemon, especially later on, she's left kind of... "generic targ girl in background" and the writers try to attribute her "rogue" qualities to Laena - which also messes with Laenas characterization and reraises the question of why the hell she didn't just take her kids and her dragons and go home if she wanted to. And of course, because the book first sets up Baela's character and then contrasts the twins to further characterize them through their differences, it means that Rhaena's chacterization gets erased. And not just erased, but replaced with nonsense that was added to lend sympathy to Aemond. Because the difference between the twins in the books had nothing to do with a made-up "targ kids and teens without dragons are deprived" idea and everything to do with how they fit differently into gender roles. But of course, hotd is determined to erase the underlying themes regarding misogyny and reactionary politics whenever it can. So I stead, we get... a Rhaena who wants to be a... cardboard cutout targ girl and the only thing that makes her different is that she doesn't have a dragon even though that conflict doesn't make sense which is why not once is it addressed WHay she does t have a dragon if she wants one so bad, because in the book it was just that 1. She was young and had many years left before it would be considered noteworthy 2. It wasn't a big deal 3. The fact she had the eggs before the war started suggested that as she approached the age where a dragonless targ would start to think about claiming one, she instead made a personal decision that she'd rather raise one from a hatching. Because we're talking about a (book)Margaery-esque girl who wore her baby pink dragon like an accessory. Why would she feel "pathetic" for being entrusted with her siblings and doing diplomacy with the Vale? And if she did, why does she not simply ask to claim a dragon, or try to claim a dragon, a d why are those questions not even addressed? Because they can't answer them. So if they can't, I'm not going to bend this fic around trying, especially since so much is scoped and/or written out already.

And that's just ONE of the issues. And believe it or not, the Alicent/Cole issue is actually related to the Daemon & his daughters issue. So... the books, and we're going to pretend that hotd is a "competing, close account" that has a lot of correct information in the first volume, info that contradicts F&B like ages and dates, but grows more dubious as it continues.

Lol k maybe not "I'll answer this in more detail" and instead "I'll answer this more clearly."