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yanderes-galore · 5 months ago

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Could you do prompts by starbabytae 14, 19, and 21 for Aemond Targaryen?

Aemond has gone FERAL in Season 2... so I'm ready. S2 E4 has definitely given me ideas. End is a bit awkward as I was unsure how exactly to fit it with the prompts.

‼️POTENTIAL SPOILERS FOR HOTD SEASON 2 - ALTERNATE TAKE ON THE EVENTS OF S2 E4‼️

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Yandere! Aemond Targaryen Prompts 14, 19, 21

“I just want you all to myself. Is that such a crime?”

“That’s where you belong. Worshipping me on your hands and knees.”

“Maybe if I branded you, other people would finally get that you’re mine.”

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Swearing, Stalking, Mature themes, Typical ASOIAF themes, Potential Targcest (You replace Helaena), Manipulation, Sadism, Threats, Possessive behavior/Jealousy, Murder, Blood mention, Forced/Dubious relationship.

Aemond had gotten used to the fact he'd be overlooked. He wasn't king due to being born after his brother Aegon. He tried to settle with simply being a warrior for his king on top of Vhagar.

But he still hated it all the same.

Aegon, the whiny brat of a king and brother, always got what he wanted because he was older. As king he had all the say. Meanwhile Aemond was left envious and irritated at how incompetent his brother was as king.

Aemond studied like the good prince he is, he's even better in battle. He's a better tactician and doesn't sleep around like his whore of a brother. He doesn't understand. Why must Aegon be king simply because he's older.

What makes it worse? Aegon also got his first and only love.

You were betrothed and married to Aegon. Aemond had loved you since you both were kids, yet the younger prince was forced to watch as you married his brother. Not only that... but he had to witness the babes you bore for him.

The thought still makes Aemond seethe. He's tired of allowing Aegon, an entitled brat, get what he's always wanted. Aemond always thought he'd make the better king... he's always followed his duties...

He wishes you and him were betrothed instead of Aegon.

While you may not belong to him, Aemond still yearns for you. For years he's loved you. Even when you were married to Aegon he still fantasizes about how it would feel to have you as his.

Aemond always watched you from afar, swearing himself as your protector. On top of Vhagar he felt he was the one making decisions for this war. He's the one making plans while Aegon flirts with other women.

Aemond can tell you aren't happy with Aegon... Aemond could treat you so much better.

Aemond wasn't expecting the opportunity to act on his desires ever. At first he was just going to take Criston Cole to take down Rook's Rest along with Rhaenys and Meleys. Vhagar has been so eager for a fight.

Then he saw Aegon swoop in on Sunfyre... making him pause.

He should be ashamed... but the plan was too perfect.

It was too easy to swoop in on Vhagar when Sunfyre and Meleys were busy. Aemond just had to say one word and the whole situation would look like a freak accident. The thought of finally taking what he deserved makes him grin.

"Dracarys!"

The command is short, simple, but executed with a plume of fire from Vhagar as both smaller dragons are struck down.

Aemond took sadistic delight in taking out both riders. The fire from Vhagar was enough to make Aegon and Sunfyre crash down. However, it took some stealth tactics to bite the neck of Meleys to make the red queen fall with her rider.

By the end of the fighting, Aemond found himself standing in front of his burned brother on the ground. His brother barely moved, yet his breathing was faint. Aemond barely hesitated when he picked up his brother's dagger and hovered it over his burned brother's chest.

"I will be the one to make her happy, brother." Aemond whispers, not caring if Aegon even heard or not. "I will be king, I will win this war, and I'll do it much better than you did."

It's then Aemond does the finishing blow, tucking the dagger away before leaving. The sight of the blood trickling from his brother's chest indifferent to him. Criston Cole enters the foliage to see Aemond and the corpse of the king. The knight goes to say something, yet Aemond's remaining eye glares at him.

"It was a freak accident, that's all it was." Aemond hums, walking past the knight. "Say otherwise and I'll have you gutted by my sword."

The loss of Aegon was a much bigger loss to The Greens. In comparison, The Blacks only really lost one dragon and dragonrider. The Greens...? They lost their king.

Which leads to them placing Aemond in power in an attempt to regain control.

The death of your husband makes you... conflicted. You didn't really love him... yet you feared the vulnerability that came from having the king slain. You believed it was genuinely an accident caused by Aegon's rash decision to prove himself.

Completely unaware of the culprit hovering around you, coddling you and cheering you up like he didn't kill his brother.

With the death of Aegon, Aemond began courting you. You're a widow queen... and he's the new king. Naturally... you two end up being betrothed to keep up support for The Greens. The marriage is then scheduled to happen within the week.

Such an announcement brings rumors from both sides and supporters. The whole thing seems too convenient. Soon there were rumors of Aemond being a kinslayer, killing his brother just to take his wife.

Aemond could care less for such problematic rabble.

All he really cared about was making you his, let them gossip.

Aemond couldn't help the playful chuckle that poured out of his lips when he saw you pacing about your chambers. You looked so vulnerable without Aegon around anymore. Now you are his queen... one who should listen to him and love only him unconditionally.

Aegon never deserved you, at least Aemond promises to only pay attention to you.

"Here you are, love." Aemond greets, cupping your cheek. "Gods how I love you... I've always loved you...

Aemond leans closer to brush his lips over yours, you leaning into his touch obediently.

"I'm so happy to call you mine... It makes everything I've done worth it...." Aemond hums, kissing your lips. He craves your taste, your touch, always has since you young.

Now you're finally his to claim....

"I always hated the fact Aegon got to have you..." Aemond whispers, pressing your face closer to his own in between kisses. "I always wanted it to be me... always should have been me... but now you're mine...."

Your feelings for Aemond are... complicated. You loved him more than Aegon yet couldn't help but distrust him. It felt too... planned.

Yet you were scared to push.

"Aemond... it is scandalous to act this way with a recently widowed queen...." You whisper, yet Aemond only ignores the comment.

"Let the commonfolk think what they wish..." Aemond growls, pulling you flush against him. “I just want you all to myself. Is that such a crime?”

Aemond then chuckles, the idea of the common people and the royals knowing you're his a pleasing thought. To him, this is the ultimate revenge. Even now he despises his brother for taking advantage of the privilege he was given.

At least Aemond plans to use it right.

“Maybe if I branded you, other people would finally get that you’re mine.” Aemond teases, tracing his hands over the exposed skin of your nightgown. "Just as you should be...."

The way you shiver in his touch excites him. Be it from pleasure or fear, he doesn't care. Now that you're his... Why would he ever let go?

"Do you believe the rumors, Aemond?" You ask him in such a sweet voice, his one eye looking at you affectionately. He wonders if you can see the darkness in his violet gaze. "The ones where they call you a kinslayer?"

"Do you believe them?" Aemond asks, affectionately kissing your skin. "Do you really care what the common folk think?"

Aemond waits for you to answer, yet is met with silence. He chuckles at your conflicted gaze, kissing your lips softly. It really didn't change anything if you believed them or not... only two people knew the truth...

and Criston Cole was dangerously close to being hanged, anyways.

"Don't worry so much, love." Aemond whispers, pulling back a bit to view you fully. "You'll hurt yourself... just focus on me..." He kisses you one more time before sitting on the bed, hands on your shoulders. "Could you sit on your knees for me...?"

Obediently you listen to him, making Aemond shiver in anticipation. This was what he always wanted. You listening to him... coddling him... tending to only him.

“That’s where you belong. Worshipping me on your hands and knees.” Aemond praises, petting your head as he lays your head in his lap. "No need to worry about anything, my queen... I'll take care of it all for you."

You merely listen to your new king as he strokes your hair. This is all he's ever dreamed of. Aemond can't hide the dark smirk on his face as he gives you the affection he's always wanted to give.

You shouldn't look too much into rumors, you shouldn't worry about a thing, who cares about the fate of Aegon?

You have Aemond now... he'll fix everything... for you, the kingdom, and the seven realms.

#yandere house of the dragon #yandere hotd #yandere asoiaf #yandere aemond targaryen

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bunnyshideawayy · 7 months ago

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“Rhaenyra’s second marriage to Daemon is illegitimate because Laenor is alive so that means all of Rhaenyra’s kids are bastards!!” idk who needs to write this down in crayons for yall to understand that Targaryens are Valyrian which means they have their own culture and beliefs, including incest and polygamy. they only *kinda* assimilate into the faith of the seven mostly out of survival, and for some like Naerys personal affection toward the faith, but for the majority Targaryens are very much in touch with their Valyrian roots including speaking the language and knowing about their old gods, wedding customs, and etc. none of this being pushed onto the people of Westeros, they can still practice and believe whatever religion and culture they want, unlike the Faith of the 7. in regards to Valyrian tradition Rhaenyra’s wedding to Daemon is just as valid was her political wedding with Laenor, and since Laenor is legally considered dead, thus making R+D’s marriage legally legit, none of Rhaenyra’s children are legally bastards either.

“but Laenor is still alive! what if he comes back!?” IF* Laenor comes back there will be bigger issues than if R+D’s marriage is legitimate or not. all three parties involved would have to explain how and why Laenor is alive. (it will be very interesting to see what the showrunners plan on doing to rectify the situation because as we know a dragon rider must be dead for a dragon to be claimed, and Saesmoke is reclaimed by “Addom” during the Dance.)

regardless i think it’s really weird to obsess over children in such a way that you fantasize and get happy over the thought of their bastardy and/or death, it’s even weirder to obsess over these children as a revenge fantasy on their mother through the mindset of what equivalents to the medival catholic church but in fantasy clothes, misogyny and religious/cultural persecution intact.

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sugutoad · 2 months ago

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— IN PAIN AND LOVE

For my beloved @coffeebooksrain18 . This is a little thank you for listening to me ramble about Myrielle and Aegon and always being so supportive. You are the Aemond lover to my Aegon. My Myrielle to your Aelys. And obviously, My Criston Cole to your Alicent. So please accept this little smutty one-shot for Aemond and Riley’s oc, Aelys Targayen (who will definitely appear if you read The Red Queen by @ashblooddragons as Daemon and Reader’s daughter).

Summary: Aelys was furious at Aemond for ruining everything from her gown to her promise to her best friends heart. When confronted, she wants to drown him in the river of pain she is suffocating in, but a simple kiss (and more) is all it takes to calm the Princess down. WARNINGS: swearing, anal sex, violent thoughts and threats (its Aelys, duh) obsessive behaviour, fingering etc.

Aelys clenched her jaw, the tips of her fingers grazing against her wine-stained dress. It had been a beautiful beige dress, adorned in silver jewels bordering the deep v-line (that the Queen and High Septon raised a brow at in pure disappointment — at least they could have had some sort of humility to hide their true feelings in a room crowded by so many faces that would haunt Aelys in her dreams), the fabric clinging on each and every one of her curves. So rarely did she ever wear gowns that weren’t shades of red and when she did, it was stained in a wine, dark as blood as it trickled down her leg.

Stupid Aemond.

Aelys had specifically told him to not cause any sort of commotion and he promised. He fucking promised and he broke it as if she did not matter. As if her words held no effects over him. Though the halls were dim-lighted, Aelys found Myrielle Vallici. The golden hair girl looked at her for a split second, her brows furrowed in confusion. Her hands were curled up in small balls against her azure dress, red smudged on her lips (Myrielle never smudged red berries on her lips). And then she was gone like a phantom in the night and the halls were dark once again without her friend's golden silhouette.

A part of Aelys wanted to scoff. To scoff at herself. It had been Myrielle who wanted to be perfect because her Father would be present. She had begged Aelys to not do anything, fully knowing that the Targaryen girl always had some sort of tricks hidden behind innocent smiles and twinkling violet eyes.

Aelys was cross about her dress.

Aelys was mad at Aemond breaking what he swore.

But Aelys was furious at Aemond for making someone she holds close to her heart upset.

She felt her knees buckle. Myrielle could have gotten hurt by her father because of her. Did she do anything else to make people suffer? Or perhaps it was the lack of what she did that always hurt people.

A chuckle builds up in Aelys’s heart at the thoughts clouding her head, the sound becoming giggles and bordering hysteric cackles.

Why should she care? She was a Targaryen. She was a dragon rider. How people felt about her has never bothered her, but the way Myrielle looked at her twisted a knife in her guts. And now every step she took, a trail of blood would follow her. She stretched out her fingers, the tips coated in red wine from her dress (it sickened her stomach. It looked like blood, yet it smelled so sweet. So sweet and so sickening) and placed her fingers against the bricked wall. The familiar, cool touch followed her in every step.

She knew every corner, every ridge and cracks on these walls. She could hold on to them and they wouldn’t let her fall down. Not like how Aemond let her fall. Not like how she let Myrielle fall. Her fingers gripped on one of the bricks, her ring fingers slowly moving along its corner.

She held in her breath as an arm slithered across her back, fiddling with a jewel near her bosom. Long fingers grasped her arm, intertwining with her own fingers.

Aemond was so close. His breath danced circles around her neck and she felt a sting as he gently sank his teeth around her skin, sucking until a red blossom would emerge and then he would water it with his own tears.

“Aemond, stop,” She asked, trying to run away from his touch, but her body betrayed her and sank deeper and deeper into Aemond’s arm. “Please.”

A simple ‘please’ is all that it takes Aelys to put the One-eyed Prince under her order. “You are mad, are you not?” Aemond had the nerve to ask such a question! Aelys turned back at him, baffled and took a few steps back, the shadows of the dark halls wrapping her in.

“You think I’m mad?” She chuckled, haunting violet eyes wide open. Before Aemond could open his mouth to say anything, she interrupted him. “You ruined everything!” Aemond had no right to say she was mad. He fought with Rhaenyra’s brood of bastards, he spilled wine over her dress and he was why Myrielle was so upset. Myrielle with her soft heart and teary blue eyes was fucking upset because of stupid Aemond.

He let out a simple hum, the sound so low that it stirred something in Aelys’ heart, cocking his head to the side and gritting his teeth against one another softly, his eye downcast. Aelys wanted to roll her eyes at him. It appeared as if Aemond did not care and if he did, he sure wasn’t letting it out.

Aelys shut her eyes, trying to block out every thought in her head. Rage was not an emotion she was a stranger to. Rage was her domain as it was her fathers. Like Daemon, she honed it better than any knife, waiting to lunge at anybody. She let her nails sink into her palms, trying to grab anything, but the dagger settled near Aemond’s hip, clothed in a leather pouch with gold embroidered around.

“Aelys, darling, ‘twas a simple tribute,” His steps echoed in the silent hall and he stood mere inches away from her. She craned her neck up and…. Well he had always been beautiful. Silver hair cascaded down his back, pulled back and showing each and every feature of his face. His face had always been otherworldly to her, each feature angular and carefully structured by the Valyrian Gods. It wasn’t the blue sapphire he hid behind leather patch nor his father’s periwinkle eyes (Helaena had lilac eyes, Daeron had his mother’s soft brown eyes and Aegon — according to Myrielle — had eyes that were ‘glossy lavender eyes yet they seemed like some sort of shade of pink with a brown lining around’ her friend would end up sighing happily). But even though she was a dragon through and through (unlike Aemond and his siblings with their Andal Mother), he made her feel small with the way he would watch her. Watch and examine each and every one of her moves carefully. She was a dragon caught in a trap.

“You are stirred up for nothing.”

Although the rasp of his voice would cause Aelys’ knees to buckle, something stirred in her heart. His fingers wrapped around her wrist, playing with it as if she weighed so little (she felt little again). His other hand reached up and he placed her chin between two fingers, his leather gloves itching against her skin. He lifted up her face, his thumb gently running alongside her jaw.

And she felt red. She might have called Aemond her other half before, but he did not understand her. He did not know her. He did not have the fucking right to play with the strings of her hearts and act as if he had done nothing. As an instinct of her anger, her hand lunged for his dagger. The hilt was in her hand at last. It was lighter than she had expected, a slightly rough texture, but in perfect condition. She flicked the blade in her hand, swivelling on her heel and pushing Aemond back, hitting the cold wall. Aemond stayed calm under her touch, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. She felt heat rise to her face.

Surely out of anger she thought in an attempt to think of anything else, but the cold hand placed on her back. She angled his dagger, placing it against his throat. She could go deeper until he would bleed. For him to be covered in red as she was seemed the only way that was deemed right in her eyes. But she couldn’t move an itch. Aemond had her laced in some sort of magic, his hand on her back, nails digging in her dress. A periwinkle eye stared back at him, and she could see his scar poking out his brown leather patch on his hollow cheeks.

He was a thing of beauty to her. A person who could harm so much yet love as much. A person who was blessed with both beauty and rage. Aemond’s finger went up to his neck, poking into the small distance between his dagger and neck and carefully held on to it.

“I am sorry.”

Aelys sucked in her breath at his comment. He was a liar just as she was. Perhaps it was their nature as humans who were cursed with Targayren blood to truly ruin everything. “You are not,” she hissed at him, her voice as sharp as a shard. “You are a fucking liar and I do not need you to say anything! I need- I need you to fucking keep your promise and stop saying sweet things to make me for-“

He placed his lips on hers, not in the gentle manner she was used to, but this time Aemond kissed her roughly, devouring her whole. She was weak to none, but Aemond’s touch was as familiar and comforting as that of her Mother and Fathers. Her grip loosened on the hilt, Aemond hand intertwining with her and clawing on his dagger back before he let it drop to the floor. Aelys flung her arms around his neck, grabbing him in until he was a part of hers. Until he was hers and she was his. Aemond’s arm snakes around her waist, bringing her closer till she could breathe no more, her teats pressed against Aemond’s slender build. She let out a shaky breath, trying to let out a sound, as Aemond sank his teeth in her bottom bottoms, tugging on it before licking it once again.

Slender fingers delved in her silver hair, tugging slightly. He held up her legs in his arms, letting her crumble in his touch. Aelys wanted to memorise the very print on his hand, his soft breath and the touch of his lips. He tasted like the wine Aegon forced him to drink earlier and she sucked and sucked on his lips until she was drunk with his touch. He held her gently now, as if she was the most frail thing ever and in that moment, she felt like a glass vase tipping off the table. But that softness only lasted a second before her back hit the wall. She wanted to rip Aemond open, to see his bleeding heart trickle down onto the floor. She wanted to see him bleeding and naked and hers.

He wanted her to know that he was in control.

An unexpected whine leaves Aelys’ lips as he pulls himself away. “Do not leave.” She whispered softly to him. Aemond made her forget everything and he can not just leave her to be. Aelys knew it was not of his nature. Aemond closed his eye for a second. Aelys knew he was a sweet boy underneath all his nature. A man who was still a boy, listening to what she wanted. He snapped open his eye, a smirk playing across his lips.

“Beg.”

Aelys’ eyes shot up at him. What a cruel joke. Aemond knew Aelys would never beg. She does not cry in front of others and only when she does, she denies the truth. She does not beg forgiveness from others. She was Aelys Targaryen, not some soft hearted girl swayed by a man’s touch or words. She stood up taller, her lips lingering near Aemond’s once again, but he only hovered.

“I want you,” she breathed, begging him at last. The pleas almost felt foreign on her tongue. “Have me however you want, but do not hide yourself. Do not leave me. Please.”

Aemond groaned at her words, a soft yet low sound from the back of his throat. His knuckles grazed Aelys’ cheek, so gently. Aemond’s behaviour at times still baffled Aelys, even though she had been his childhood playmate and the closest of his friends. He was always so gentle, yet he was so harsh. “Hmm, what should I do with you, ñuha jorrāeliarzy.” He craned his neck to the side, silver strands falling down his face. He licked his bottom tongue and Aelys held her breath.

His hand roamed down her leg, slowly while he kept his gaze at her. Slowly lifting her up, she wrapped it around Aemond’s waist, her hand digging in his hair. Aemond fiddled with her dress, the bottom white lace tangled in his fingers and his hand disappeared beneath her dress.

Aelys let out an agonising sigh, her shoulders tensed as Aemond lazily stroked the heat of her flesh with a single finger before taking two of his fingers to open her fold. Aelys leaned against the cold wall as Aemond’s finger caressed her skin. Aemond stopped and she let her shoulders relax, the guilt of disappointment gnawing at her heart.

His free hand cupped her face once more and under the soft illuminating of the flickering light, his face once so hard, was soft and full of eagerness, a smirk, a smirk so unnoticed, but a smirk nonetheless plastered in his lips. “Tell me. Tell me how I should have you.” Aelys knew Aemond was not truly asking her, but simply toying around with her.

Aelys had Aemond before in the comfort of their bed, on his study table, the stables to speak of only a few, but everytime she was bare in his arms, she wanted him in every possible way. At her silence, she saw Aemond’s throat bob, as if he was scared of all the way he could have her and ruin her for all to see. She pressed a hand against his hand, the one editing at her fluttering entrance, and pressed tightly. “I want you… I want you to touch me.” Though a confident woman, she squirmed under his gaze, fair skin flushed pink at his touch. Aemond tilted his head, his middle finger tracing circles before sticking up his fingers and parting her. “I shall take you however you want, Ñuha zaldrītsos,” Aemond traced the skin, his slick finger moving forward before pulling out again. “I should have you kept here, locked in chains waiting for me to take you whenever I want.”

Aelys bit her bottom lips to prevent any noise, a small smile on her face before nodding, her thighs trembling underneath. “Aemond, Aemond.” She couldn’t let his name stay hidden on her tongue once he added another finger, curling it toward himself. He thrusted deeper and Aelys threw back her head and cried in a feeling she still couldn’t quite describe. Pleasure was not the word for Aemond brought her so much more. Aemond pressed his head against her hers, the tip of his nose pushed down as it rested on her forehead before he kissed her forehead. “I shall tell you next time.” He huffed out something else, something like an apology, but not quite yet Aelys never heard a word, her back arched back. She wanted him. She needed him.

“My Aelys, may I?” His breath was as shaky as hers. She nodded, a bit too quickly, her hands fiddling with laces of his breeches, undoing all that was tangled underneath. Aemond lifted up her second leg, both wrapped tightly around him, and she felt something hard nudge against her. She was still clothed fully, but underneath she was bare and flushed for Aemond to take. For Aemond to rip open and to let her be born again and he would take her again. And shall anyone see them, she shall gladly show them how Aemond belonged to her.

Giving her only a moment, he rolled his hips into hers and she let out a hiss, throwing back her head. She held tighter as skin parted at his tip and he let out a groan. “Oh Gods,” He let out. “You take it so well, my love.” Aelys blinked back tears, her hands flung around his neck, bringing him as she could, only whimpering at Aemond’s words. Aemond was breathless, thrusting deeper into her. She rolled her hips slightly to match Aemond’s quicker tempo, her palms sweaty against his skin.

“You were made for you, y’know,” He muttered in her shoulder, his teeth sinking in her shoulders once again, grating along her skin which was a constellation of red peonies. “No one else, but you.”

“Only yours.” She murmured in the silence. She was made for him. Perhaps when the Gods had created Aemond, they had taken his soul in half to give to another. To give to her and it with him where she is not a puzzle with her missing piece. Aelys let out a noise — somewhat of a mix between a moan and a whine when pressed himself in harder, his rhythmic actions almost now savage. Aelys cried out, her nails digging in Aemond’s neck and a metallic crimson coating the tips of her fingers.

Aelys’ eyes fluttered, her mouth agape as black dots filled her vision. Aemond grinded into her once more before heat blossomed from below. She hid her face in Aemond’s shoulder, refusing to let him see the crimson on her face. Aemond huffed a laugh, a wild glint in his eyes. “Gods, you are so perfect,” he stopped for a second before letting her go on the floor, his hands lacing back his breeches. “Do you forgive me?”

“Yes.” She almost felt as if she was lying, he had not asked for her forgiveness, but he looked so hopeful at her that she couldn’t let the truth escape her lips. Fluffing down her dress, she looked up at him, still breathless, but with a smile covering her face. She traced a line down her husband’s chest, a sudden confidence blooming in her heart. “Shall we continue this…. My husband ?” She batted her lashes at him, bursting into little giggles at Aemond’s smirk as he tilted his head towards her. Taking her hand into his, he smiled.

“Of course, my wife.”

With each little step, she felt as if she was swinging and dancing in his arms. Reaching towards the halls that had been used, unlike the vacant one they had just been in, she fell into Aemond as servants rushed back and forth, the hallway a little maze of its own. And in the middle, was Myrielle, her face covered in her hands as she violently sobbed.

Aelys left Aemond, her heart beating so loud she swore that anyone could hear it even in this chaos. Holding her friend in her arms, Myrielle looked up at her, her once blue eyes now rimmed pink and red. Before Aelys could mutter anything to soothe Myrielle, the girl with the sun in her hair looked up at her, her voice trembling.

“Uncle Viserys is…” she hiccuped at the mention of the King. “Is dead.”

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horizon-verizon · 4 months ago

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I read this thread that I found quite interesting if you want to check it out

https://x.com/darksvster/status/1817785978708480244

Rhaenyra is in a way turning into a cult leader a la Paul Atreides, believing herself to be the prince who was promised, recruiting smallfolk who have nothing to lose and sending them to their deaths to fight in her name, its a very prevalent theme actually. The dragon keepers being appalled by the massacre this will cause but her insisting on it, its a descent into self glory and obsession. The more she gets closer to the Iron Throne the more it corrupts her which is why I’m absolutely sure they will include her getting cut as soon as she sits on it. Let’s face it, as much as I hate to admit it, misogyny isn’t a main theme in HOTD.

When I heard Ryan described this scene as cult behaviour and Rhaenyra acting as a “pastor”, my mind went straight to the Shepherd (a strong follower of the Faith of the Seven), they’d be the different sides of the same coin, Rhaenyra brought down these gods, here they slaughtered the smallfolk but at the Storming of Dragonpit, it’s the smallfolk destroying them.

And if you take into consideration that the prophecy was proven false in GOT and how HOTD is trying to hammer down the idea that monarchies and especially Targaryen ones are terrible, it leads you to the idea that anyone who thinks them selves as the savior is a false prophet. Viserys told her about the prophecy to make her pursuit of the throne more legitimate and peaceful, however it ended up making her more unhinged because she now believes herself a prophet when its all a farce, neither she nor her descendants will be the saviors IN SHOW LORE (please don’t misunderstand me, I know that in the books, the prince that was promised and Azor Ahai are Daenerys and no one else).

Didn't watch the episode, so this is pretty helpful and explains a lot why I kept seeing Rhaenys-cult leader in my Twitter timeline. How interesting...

Always remember that Condal came from a Catholic school (I also did but you don't see me trying to make a canonically family/woman who never really had much enthusiasm for religion religiously cultish...)

Rhaenyra never tried to build any sort of cult around herself or dragons

dragons always choose their own rider, so the dragonkeepers protesting Rhaenyra having lowborns have access to dragons is more classism than religiousness still wouldn't make any sense besides bc 1) they'd be going against their dragon-gods' wishes/authority 2) there's no proof of them even coming from Valyrian families... unlike in the orig lore, in the show they seem to be randos who can speak Old Valyrian and have ritualistic practices concerning dragons as literal gods/reps of gods

Old Valyrian dragonlords were never particularly religiously "devoted" or defined themselves through gods even with them having their own gods as they had a multireligious state in Old Valyria....at least comparatively to other peoples, inlcu the andals, who are actually the ones who you'd say were religiously cultish with their carving Seven symbols in their foreheads and later talking something close to Manifest destiny to explain how/why the fled Essos (when it was more liekly bc of the Valyrians)

the dragonkeepers have never in all of history been in the authority to deny a Targ anything based on any sort of separate and independent authority OR religious beliefs bc their role was just to guard dragons/their eggs/their lairs

AND

that he's mainly trying to create a story he's always wanted to see as a fan of GRRM's work (BigThink article):

So, yeah, all this matters for the exact direction you predict and I dislike this concept.

#asoiaf asks to me #ryan condal #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra's characterization #hotd characterization #book vs tv comparisons #hotd writing #hotd critical #hotd comment #hotd #asoiaf #the dragonkeepers #asoiaf dragons #asoiaf religion #old valyria #the valyrians #asoiaf history

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bloodstained-porcelain-doll · 3 months ago

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The Kneeling Queen, ch 2 - Aemond Targaryen x OC

Read on AO3 Summary: Aemond Targaryen and Maelessa Velaryon were childhood lovers. They were each other’s only comfort in a world full of darkness. When they grew up, their love blossomed until they were the only thing the other cared about. Their lives get increasingly complicated due to the fact that they’re supposed to be on opposite sides of the war. Will their love survive or will it burn to ash as the war ensues?

Warnings: Smut, mentions of mutilation, non canonical dragons, canonical character death

Chapter 2 - Illegitimacy

“I do not understand why you spend so much time with that boy! Don’t you care that he questions your own brother’s claim to the throne? The legitimacy of your birth!” Rhaenyra yelled.

“He’s kind to me! The others bully him, mother. Jace and Luke, Baela and Rhaena, even Aegon always bullies him! I’m his only friend and I love him!” Maelessa screamed back.

“He will betray you the first chance he gets, Maelessa. If Alicent plots against us, do you truly think he will take your side? And he stole the dragon that was Rhaena’s to claim.”

“Zaldrizes buzdari iksos daor!” she insisted, and Rhaenyra’s eyes widened, taken aback by her daughter’s words.

“Who told you that?” she asked.

“Aemond did. You can’t steal dragons, mother, you know that as well as I do. If you could, Daemon would be riding Meleys and I would be riding Vermithor. Instead he has Caraxes and I have Catlys, the smallest little beast of them all. And I have this,” she continued, holding up her hand, showing the missing little finger on her right hand, the one Vermithor had bitten off. “If Vhagar didn’t want Aemond as a rider, he would have lost his head, not his eye.”

Rhaenyra couldn’t argue with her logic, so she sighed.

“I still do not trust him, Lessa. You’re not allowed into his chamber anymore. You may still spend time with him, but enough of this incessant sneaking around, hiding from the guards and climbing into his chamber at night. No more, do you understand? Soon you will be old enough for people to get the wrong idea,” she urged, holding her daughter firmly by her shoulders.

“Yes, mother,” she agreed, but as soon as the ship took her back to King’s Landing with Aemond and the king’s family, she had no plans on obeying.

The years passed and Maelessa and Aemond’s escapades only grew in number. Almost every night she would climb out her window, walk the narrow path past all the windows and climb towards Aemond’s chamber. When his voice deepened with age, Maelessa grew even more obsessed with his stories, and she found herself no longer falling asleep to his tales, rather she laid by his feet and listened with great pleasure as he scratched her back. When she was twelve and Aemond fourteen, they shared their first kiss, after he took her for a ride on Vhagar’s back for the first time.

When she was fourteen and he was sixteen, he deflowered her. It happened one night when she snuck into his chamber after a particularly gruesome fight with her brothers. She had been in need of comfort, and they both found themselves craving each other in a way deeper and more primal than before. The act had been awkward and uncomfortable, but they had both yearned for it. She knew as the daughter of the princess she should remain a maid, but she didn’t want to give the gift of her virtue to anyone but to him. He had been gentle and patient with her, being that he was the only one of them with any experience, even if it was scarce.

At ages fifteen and seventeen, Aemond and Maelessa were inseparable. The king’s health worsened with each passing year, and by now he looked twice his age. Aemond was Maelessa’s only comfort amongst all the worry. Her supposed father Laenor had now died, and Daemon and Rhaenyra were married, on Dragonstone making new siblings for Maelessa and the boys, feeding the suspicions about the now four of them being bastards. The younger children came out with silver hair just like their parents, a luxury that was never afforded to herself and her brothers.

Aegon and Helaena were already betrothed, with twins on the way, and there were rumours within her family of Jace and Baela as well as Luke and Rhaena about to become betrothed as well. Maelessa was going to suggest to her mother that she could be betrothed to Aemond, the next time she came to visit.

Vhagar landed on a secluded little island, and Aemond helped Maelessa climb down off of the giant dragon. Her own tiny beast named Catlys still too small to ride, but she was quick and agile, flying after Vhagar happily. She was black as coal and flew through the air like a bat. The little dragon continued roaming the skies, while Vhagar slumped down, her head resting in the sand with a great sigh.

“Old and tired, she is. Surprisingly stealthy for her size though.” Aemond gave Vhagar a pat on her great big nose before he and Maelessa began to walk, exploring the small island.

“I love when you take me places on her back. I never want to stop exploring the world with you. When we’re older, can we go further? There’s so much of Westeros I want to see,” she asked, tangling her fingers in his as they held hands. He pushed her up against a tree trunk.

“We can go anywhere you want,” he said, closing the distance between them and leaning in to kiss her neck. She leaned her head to the side, granting him access to whatever part of her he desired. “You’ll never leave me, will you, Maelītsos?” he asked, his hand snaking down her body and in between her legs. She helped him hike her gown up to her thighs and he slipped his hand underneath.

“Never, my prince. You’re all I want, all I care about,” she assured him, and in turn was rewarded with his fingers inside her smallclothes, teasing her quickly dampening pussy. She spread her legs and welcomed him in, leaning forward to kiss his lips. His talents had grown, the intimacy between them no longer awkward, but blissful.

“More than your own brothers?”

“Yes.” His fingers curled upwards, turning her statement into a pleasured whimper.

“More than your own mother?”

“More than anything, Aemond,” she swore. He added another finger and fucked her with them until she clung to his shoulders, a whimpering mess in his arms. “Please, Aemond, claim me again,” she begged, bucking her hips up against him. “Hard, like last time…”

“As my princess wishes.” He picked her up and walked them away from the sand and over to the grass, where he dropped her down so she landed on her bum. He flipped her over onto her stomach and pushed her dress up onto her back. She heard the sound of his belts and breeches being removed, then felt his weight as he mounted her from behind. When he entered her she cried out. He was big and hard, stretching her inner walls out painfully, yet she revelled in the sensation.

When it came to Aemond, she could take as much pain as he wanted to give. Sometimes he was gentle with her, taking his time and littering her entire body with kisses, cherishing her and pleasuring her carefully. Other times he was rough and unforgiving, claiming her with force and leaving purple marks in his wake, everywhere that clothes could cover. Truthfully she preferred the second way.

“Ñuha syz riña,” he praised when he slammed into her, forcing her body down into the ground. Her pussy quivered around him at the praise. He fisted his hand in her hair and yanked at it, kissing and biting at her neck and jaw. His panting and groans of pleasure turned her on, and she was grinding her hips back up against him as he thrust into her.

“My prince… Aemond… I’m about to…” she moaned, writing in pleasure under the man who had laid claim to her soul.

“Let go for me, kēlītsos, I want to hear you scream for me,” he urged, pounding her into the ground until she was sure her hips were scraped up. The waves of pleasure ripped through her and she gave him what he wanted, screaming his name over and over as she came undone, her hands ripping out grass as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her. Seconds later, Aemond pulled out of her and she hurried up onto her knees, letting him paint her face with his seed as he took his pleasure, winding a hand into her hair and groaning loudly. She loved when he marked her like this, and she stuck her tongue out to taste the drops that ran down to her mouth. She cleaned him up with her tongue and moaned as he twitched in pleasure inside her mouth.

“Ñuha syz riña,” he repeated, releasing his grip of her hair to pet her gently instead. She closed her eyes and leaned into him, basking in his affection. They cuddled up together and sat like that for hours, talking until they almost fell asleep. In the evening, Aemond struck down a rabbit and skinned it for supper. Maelessa made the fire and they ate together. They both knew they would be yelled at for staying out so late together, but neither of them cared. Alicent was losing power over Aemond more and more with each passing year. After eating, Maelessa braided his silky soft hair into an elaborate warrior braid, and then they climbed back onto Vhagar and flew back to King’s Landing, Catlys following gladly.

Catlys’ scales shone with a beautiful black glisten, she had gleaming blue eyes, two curled horns on her head, and she was the size of a large dog. Her tail was short and stumpy with rough spikes growing out of it. It was fate, they reminisced, that the eyes of her dragon were the same colour as Aemond’s sapphire eye. He never felt compelled to wear his eyepatch around Maelessa, he knew in her eyes he was the most beautiful thing to ever exist, regardless of the state of him.

Just as they suspected, Alicent and Otto were both angry with them upon their return.

“What would your mother say about the way you’re traipsing around with a man you’re not betrothed to?” Alicent asked.

“Let us be betrothed, then,” Aemond suggested calmly. Otto wasn’t opposed to the idea, but Alicent refused.

“Out of the question. Rhaenyra and I have already discussed it.”

“It is a possibility, daughter,” Otto interjected.

“It is not, this discussion is not to be opened again. Both of you are grown now, it’s time to act like it.”

***

Maelessa’s family was coming back to King’s Landing to visit. Despite having refused to follow them home to Dragonstone last time, she did miss them. She fought a lot with her mother, but they loved each other nonetheless. She didn’t feel much for Daemon, but she liked his spirit. He and Aemond were two sides of the same coin. Mostly she missed her brothers, and she was excited to meet the new little siblings.

“There, now you look like a queen,” Aemond said, finishing the elaborate crown braid in her hair.

“Then it’s only fair you should look like a king,” she answered and they switched seats. She began making a fierce looking warrior braid in Aemond’s hair.

“You’re excited to see them again, aren’t you?” he asked, his long fingers stroking her thighs leisurely as she sat on her knees behind him on the bed, braiding.

“Very. Despite our squabbles, I find my brothers quite entertaining to spend time with.”

“Hmm,” Aemond mused, pulling at her legs so she stretched them out in front of him. He hiked her dress up to her knees and traced patterns on her calves with his fingers. “I want to mark you,” he said calmly. Maelessa frowned.

“What do you mean, mark?” She tied off the last braid and wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, leaning her chin on his shoulder.

“Since they won’t let us wed, there’s a chance they’ll want to wed you to some other lickspittle lord with a castle or a bridge somewhere. I want whatever cunt touches you to know that I’ve laid claim to you, mind, body and soul. I want to carve my name into your flesh and watch it scar,” he said, digging his nails into her skin until she winced in pain. “Would you let me if I asked, Maelītsos?” he wondered, turning around to face her.

Her breath felt heavy while she pondered his question. It was an absolutely insane thing to ask, she knew it. Any lord who saw Aemond’s markings on her body would break off the marriage and renounce her as ruined. Her future would be in shambles and she would disgrace her entire family. But still she had no doubt of her answer. Her voice was a whisper when she answered.

“There is nothing I wouldn’t let you do to me, Aemond. If you wish to chain me to you and parade me naked through the streets of King’s Landing, I’ll go willingly. If you want to beat me black and blue every time we lay together, I’ll take the pain.” She ran her fingers down his missing eye, over the patch he wore. “If you want to cut out my eye, I’ll sharpen the knife for you. I am yours wholeheartedly, Aemond, as long as you are mine.”

Aemond took her face in his hands and kissed her softly. His eye was wide with lust at her confession of all the horrible things she would gladly let him do to her.

“I am yours until the day I die, and even in death I’ll haunt you, my love. I will never let them tear us apart,” he said. Then he kissed her again and laid claim to her body once more, marking her with bruises and welts as he took her. This was the first time he used his belt to strike her, but it would not be the last.

It seemed that whenever Maelessa’s family was back in King’s Landing, drama ensued. On this day, it wasn’t the heir to the throne that was challenged, it was the heir to Driftmark. Since Jace was the eldest son, he was Rhaenyra’s heir. That made Maelessa next in line to be heir to Driftmark. But because she had refused to go home to Dragonstone with her family and stayed here with “the greens”, Lord Corlys and princess Rhaenys had sought it more fit to name Lucerys heir. She didn’t care much, Driftmark was a world away in her eyes and nothing that interested her. Her home was here in King’s Landing, that’s where she felt at peace.

Maelessa welcomed her mother with a large smile, running down the stairs in the courtyard to greet her. She was pregnant again, with what would be her and Daemon’s third child.

“You’re glowing, mother, you look so beautiful,” Maelessa said, putting her hands on her mother’s growing belly.

“Thank you. Can you feel her move?”

“I’m getting a sister?” she asked eagerly. She has always wanted a sister, having five brother’s was enough.

“We believe so, but we can’t be sure. I’ve missed you, Lessa. I do hope you’ll come home with us this time,” Rhaenyra said, and Maelessa didn’t answer. She smiled and continued feeling as her possible baby sister moved in her mothers womb. She longed for the day where she would carry children for Aemond, when her belly would grow big with his babes, and he would be the one to lay his hands on her and feel their children kick. They would have the most beautiful little silver haired babies, she was convinced. Her body yearned for it, but they both knew it wasn’t a good idea as of right now. First they needed to convince their parents to wed them.

The king was in such bad shape these days that he wore a golden mask over half his face. Aemond was no longer the only one eyed man in the Red Keep. King Viserys didn’t understand why petitions were being heard over a settled succession. It was Vaemond, the younger brother or Lord Corlys, who was unhappy. Maelessa wasn’t sure where she should stand, with Aemond and his siblings or with her own family. But Daemon had all but grabbed her by the collar and decided for her that she needed to stand with her brothers, so she did. But her eyes continued drifting all the time, to her silver haired lover.

“You know we can always tell when you’ve been together, right? You never wear braids in your hair except when you’ve been with her,” Aegon teased, pulling at his younger brother’s braid.

“Shut up,” Aemond snapped back, and Aegon quieted. Rhaenys took to the centre of the floor to speak. She reaffirmed that Driftmark should pass to Luke, and informed the king and everyone else that the plans were indeed to marry Jace to Baela and Luke to Rhaena. Maelessa was as of yet left out of any marriage plans, but she couldn’t be sure how long.

Vaemond was utterly dissatisfied. He went on a long rant about who deserved to bear the name Velaryon. He accused them all of being bastards, no relatives of his.

“You may run your house as you see fit, but you will not decide the future of mine! My house survived the doom, and a thousand tribulations besides,” he insisted. “Gods be damned, I will not see it ended on the account of this…” he trailed off, unsure of how wise it would be to continue.

“Say it…” Daemond challenged, and Maelessa knew that things were about to take a turn for the worse now. King Viserys breathed heavily, exhausted by his task, and Vaemond smiled. A malicious smile of a man that knew his next words were about to end his life.

“Her children are BASTARDS!” He pointed his finger at Rhaenyra. “And she… is… a whore.”

Gasps and chatter broke out in the crowd, Jace balled up his fists, Maelessa felt fury course through her veins at the insult of her mother, Aegon grinned, Alicent’s eyes were wide in shock, and Aemond kept his eye on Maelessa. The king was angered, rising slowly.

“I will have your tongue for that,” he said tearing his knife from its sheath. In one swift motion, Daemon sliced the head off Vaemond, only the tongue remained attached to his body.

“He can keep his tongue,” Daemon said. Helaena and Aegon looked the most shocked, and Aemond looked in awe. Maelessa stared in disbelief at the scene in front of her.

“Disarm him!” Otto shouted, but the king motioned for the kingsguard to stop. Then he fell back onto his throne, moaning in pain. It was all too much for him and Maelessa felt bad.

“Call the Masters!” Alicent yelled and ran to her husband.

“Father!” Rhaenyra exclaimed, moving forwards the stairs. When she was no longer being forced to stand behind her mother, Maelessa seized the opportunity to run to Aemond whose arms wrapped around her the second she reached him. While chaos ensued, the pair slipped away without anyone but Aegon noticing.

Zaldrizes buzdari iksos daor - a dragon is not a slave Kēlītsos - Kitten Ñuha syz riña - My good girl

#The Kneeling Queen #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #house of the dragon #smut #Aemond Targaryen smut #Aemond Targaryen x oc #Aemond Targaryen fanfiction #Rhaenyra targaryen #Alicent hightower

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crazycoke-addict · 4 months ago

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Aemond's request to Helaena *Spoilers for HOTD season 7 episode 8*

The final episode of House Of the Dragon Season 2 is airing on Sunday. Like always, we get a promo, and it appears as though there's going to be a war. A lot of stuff happens like you see Rhaena running in the fields, hinting that she is going to claim sheepstealer. But there's one that stood out the most, and that is Aemond's request to Helaena.

The two standing on the balcony, Aemond says to "I need you to ride to battle with dreamfyre." There's a part in the promo where we see Alicent seem to be upset with Aemond and Helaena in the background. It is likely that someone had told Alicent. Alicent wasn't a great mother, and those are her regrets. But out of all her children, she loves Helaena the most. Since after the death of her son, Jahaerys, Alicent believes that Aemond should know better.

Helaena isn't a warrior like Visenya Targaryen, and her dragon isn't a battle dragon like Caraxes or Vhagar. So, why is Aemond asking her to do something that she has to know that she has no experience with. Well, it has something to do with dragons themselves.

The one main thing that the greens had an advantage of is that they had full-grown bigger dragons. While Team black does have 8 dragons, a few of them, like moondancer and veramex, are still young and inexperienced. In episode 7, Rhaenyra gathered people with dragonseeds to see if Vermithor and silverwing might choose one of them. Vermithor chooses Hugh Hammer, and Silverwing chooses Ulf White.

Ulf white rode silverwing to Kingslanding, which alerted Aemond to get Vhagar and chase Ulf, what he realised that Ulf was heading to dragonstone which is where Team black is located. I think Team Green is going to get a letter that Rhaenyra has found dragon riders, which I believe Aemond figured out.

When it comes to the greens and the dragons, they only have three dragons that are still in commission. Sunfyre is crippled and can't fly anymore. So, they have vhagar, dreamfyre, and Tessarion. This doesn't look good for the greens since knowing that Vermithor has a rider, the blacks are pretty much one step ahead.

While Vhagar is a battle dragon, she has injured and killed many other dragons. She is an old dragon, and I think Aemond probably knows that. Daeron's dragon, Tessarion, can help out, but they are still out numbered that's where Helaena and dreamfyre come in. However, there is one person who isn't happy with the plan and that being Alicent.

Like I said before, I believe Helaena is the only child Alicent loves the most. She's her only daughter, and Helaena has gone through so much, and Alicent had to witness it. I also think she had guilt on what happened to Aegon, and I think Alicent probably knows Aemond did something to Aegon. So, for him to tell his bug obsessed keeps it to herself, dreamer sister, to go into battle. Alicent is concerned that he is purposefully getting Helaena killed.

#house of the dragon #helaena targaryen #aemond targaryen #alicent hightower

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hazashiovo · 2 years ago

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Imagine being Aemonds enemy yet biggest obsession.

TW!dark themes, yandere tendencies, sicko Aemond, rap3 Mention!, injury, bastard!reader, suicide! Mention

After Viserys's death and your mother's loss of baby, the news of the throne beeing usurped by Aegon didn't sit right with you nor your family at all. You love your mother and know she deserves the throne she worked so hard for, it's not like you also have a deep hatred for the Greens.

Soon enough your mother decided to send you and Jacaerys for allies, you offered to go instead of your little brother. You got on your dragons back and left for Storms end.

The ride was long but you and Ghost managed to get there in a day and half a night.

Finally landing, you look around. A loud is heard, Vhagar.If the huge dragon is here it means her vicious rider must also be here.

You and Aemond never got along, or that's what you like to think.You only started hating each other after the accident.You defended Lucerys when he mutilated Aemonds face , you knew Luke was guilty, but as his older sister it was your duty to protect and defend him.

Wich also means Aemond is here on his brother's behalf.

You quickly make your way to Lord Baratheon to hand him the letter your mother sent you here for.

The guards open the door for you one you identified your self , letting you in. You make your way to the dark hall , wich at the end Lord Baratheon sits down.

You search the room and notice the prying eye of Aemond Targaryen. The man who wants you dead most likely.

-Lord Boros, I come here on behalf on my mother,the rightfull Queen of the Iron Throne.-

Your eyes meet Aemonds once you said that, letting him know you're no longer the little kid he used to know.

You hand over the letter to one of Lord Baratheon's servants, wich he quickly deliveres.

-Curious, not to long ago I received a messenger from the King-

Aemond doesn't even hide the way he strips you naked from skin to bone in his vile imagination.

-wich is it? A Queen or a king after all? -

You don't fail to notice the way you're being stared at by the Second prince, he gives you the creeps.

-The house of the dragon can't seem to know who rules it-

Boris continues as in mocking your mother and you at the same time.He chuckles.

-what message does she have for me?-

You hand over the letter to a servant, who quickly delivers it, He than not so nicely calls for the Maester, the idiot can't read.

Aemond stares at you as if you killed his whole family, To reasure yourself you grip the dagger seated at your hip hoping to ease you a bit, wich it didn't since he smirked.

The long silence was then broken by Lord Boros's angry voice.

-Remind, me, of my fathers oath? -

God how you hate his attitude. He then continues.

-King Aegon at least came with a betrothal offer, what does your mother have to offer child? -

His arogant voice rings thought the large hall.

You were a bit shocked to hear that Aegon sent with a betrothal, you know he's already married to poor sweet Haelena, wich gives you a reason more to hate him, so that leaves...

That's why Aemonds here, once you make eye contact with him he smirks, an icy look on his face.

-My Lord, I'm already betrothed to Lord Cregan Stark, wich I cannot take in of your sons as Husbands I can assure you an alliance with my mother would treat you better rather than the usurper that Westeros is calling king. -

You confidently stated, looking at Boros than at Aemond.

Aemond wasn't pleased with the information he received, why didn't he know about this? Are his spies completely usseles?

He clenched his jaw in anger, he wasn't jealous, he despises you. Why would he be jealous of a bastard that doesn't belong to him, neither does he wish for, at least that's the little lies he fills his head with. He likes to think he will own you to make you suffer for what your brother did to him. Aemond finds it easy to blame you than a small child, imagine how pathetic it is to lose your eye to your nephew.

-So not only you come empty handed, you also insult the king of Westeros? -

Boros leans forward a bit on his chair, looking insulted.

-Leave, child. -

He waves you of as if you only wasted his time.You decided not to fight it anymore, as you were sent a messager not a fighter by your mother. You nod and turn around ready to head to dragon stone.

- I shall tell my mother the side you picked , my Lord. -

You chose to leave it that way and leave for home.

-Wait.-

The unfamiliar voice perked st your ears. You stopped in your tracks even tho your instincts were telling you to keep moving.

-My Strong Lady,-

Aemonds offensive voice made it's way to your ears.

-i tolerated enough slander you trew at me and my brothers ,my prince..-

You clenched your fists , not wishing to spend one more second there.

He smirked.

-Did you really think you could fly above the realm as a traitor to the crown?-

-Trying to steal my brother's throne at no cost?

He continued.

You tolerated enough, especially when it's about your mother who you love and respect.

-My mother is he true Queen, I can say the same about you, my prince. -

You defend, venom lacing your voice in the last part of your sentence.

-the difference is my mother doesn't drink herself to death and share whores most of her time, unlike a known somebody.-

You glare at Aemond for daring to disrespect your mother.

-But today is not the day we fight, prince Aemond, I'm not here to start a war I cannot end, or take your other eye.-

You smirked, noticing the way his jaw clenched at the mention of his old wound.

-to battle with you would bring me no satisfaction. I want you to put out your eye... As payment for mine.-

Aemond took of his covered patch and revealed a beautiful blue crystal replacing his long healed wound

He stared at you , taking his dagger from his belt and throwing it at your feet.

-One would do, I won't blind you nor take away your... Beauty.-

He mocked you as you raised your head.

-Plan to make a gift of it to my mother.-

He smirked with his head help up high.

-I will not do such thing for a fight belonging to the past.-

You took a deep breath to calm down you anger st the mention of Alicent.

Lord Baratheon is staring at the two of you, tension so tick it could cut throats.

Once you refused, his look completely changed, from the collected calm prince to rage.

-Than you are craven as well as a traitor.-

-Give me your eye, or I will take it you bastard whore!-

he violently stepped towards you picking up his dagger in the process.

-Enough! Not in my house!-

Boros decided to break it before a disaster could happen.

The way Aemond glared at you would have made the strongest men turn to stone, yet you stood your ground.

You respectfully left the hall in a hurry, not wishing to see the prince for a second more.

Lord Baratheon had two of his knights escort you to Ghost, to make sure the two of you don't spill blood in his courtyard either.

You quickly make your way to Ghost, he's in distress, angry and ready to get home to.

He's also feeling shaken up , he knows Vhagar is here and he feels small. But Ghost is a great dragon that doesn't need to be saved by anyone, he's not one to intimidate easily.

Something isn't right, you think to yourself, The huge shadow of Vhagar isn't there. The storm doesn't make it any better.

You notice the way Ghost is reluctant.

-Dōhaeris Ghost!, ryabas, nūha taōba!-

You line your forhead with his to bring him comfort, gently peting his wet nose and looking into his icing eyes.

-let's go my sweet boy-

You climb on his back and with a fast move your in air.

You fly above storm's end, lighting and thunder surrounding it.

Ghost makes his way through the clouds fastly, advantage beeing that he's one of the fastest dragons at the moment.

He pays attention where to turn and not to crash. You're thankful you got a dragon like him choosing you.

After a few peaceful minutes of having your mind clear a huge shadow covers you and your dragon. You know who it is, that's why you command Ghost to sprint faster. Vhagar might be the largest dragon, but she's old, and not as fast as your dragon.

Ghost makes his way through places only he could fit and dodge.

You look behind to see if he's still there it catching up to you, he's not.

Once you look in front you see Vhagar so close to having you as it's next meal. You quickly move to dodge the Maniac who's chasing you, his laugh taunting you.

-Stop this madness Aemond! Have your limits!-

You yell knowing he will hear you.

In exchange you hear Vhagar groan.

Each time a but more closer to from you are, Vhagar so close to riping you and ghost in half.

Right when you were ready to give up a thought crossed your mind, Vhagar won't fit thought small places, and like the gods were on your side you notice a crampled coverage of stones, big enough for ghost to land and hide.

You directed Ghost that way making sure not to enter Vhagar mouth any time soon.

If course Vhagar followed, luckily enough you managed to make your way there.

Aemond's laugh never ceased, loving to see you scared and helpless at his mercy to do what ever he pleased,and oh how he loves taunting you , he barely waits to have you cornered.

-Jemēla gēlȳni enkā! Riña!-

His vicious laugh acompanies his sentence as he drags the last word out.

You and Ghost landed near a cave big enough for both of you.

You quickly got off the dragons back to get shelter.

Youre so shaken up you don't even notice the way Vhagar isn't in the sky any more.

You run towards the cave, you didn't manage to make it inside as you got pushed to the ground.

You quickly turn around and latch to your sword.

-you didn't actually think I'd let you go did you? -

The second Prince's taunting voice looked over you , you are a trembling mess, the coldnes and the water dripping from the top of your head to your bots, but that look in your eyes oh how he loved that.

You are cornered yet you still have that Strong look, ready to face the world .

You get your quickly, holding your sword in one hand ready to defend yourself.

-havent you've done enough? What do you want from me!-

Your voice speaks with anger.

-Oh I am just getting started-

He chuckled in a dark tone that sent shivers down your spine.

He takes his sword and the two of you skilfully fight. You slash his right arm as he almost stabs you in the side. You noticed he doesn't aim to kill you wich is very suspicious.

You got your sword to his neck once you find the opportunity.

-give up on that blind wish to harm me and my family!-

You demand with power in your voice.

With one swift movement he managed to get you on the ground dagger to you neck as he straddles your waist.

One knee he bend to keep himself up as the other rests on the other side of your waist.

-After all this time I finally got you bastard whore. -

And evil smile rests on his face.

You try to escape his hold on you.

-I wonder if your Lord Stark will want you once I'll tell him all the things I'm gonna do to you this night -

Once you hear that fear strucks you like a thunder, you could accept a lot of things but you were deadly afraid of what he was insinuating.

-Don't you dare lay a hand on me you cunt!-

You angrily treathen even though you know you're in no such position to do so.

He slightly pushes the knife deeper in your troath, enough to draw a drop of blood wich mixes with the water falling on you.

He forcefully grips your jaw and looks you in the eyes.

He doesn't say anything yet but a toxic smile fogs his face, his eye patch no where in sight, hair wet and eye whiden, giving him a Pshycothic look.

-I'm going to have you regret the moment of your useless existence, bastard whore, and I'll make sure you will fit for your nick name, whore, since you're already a bastard.-

You spit in his face.

-I would rather die ten times rather than fuck you once!-

you chuckled noticing he didn't like that.

-It's not like you have a choice, I'll Fuck you ten times then send the proof to your family to show them what I did with their pretty little bastard, then I will marry you and make your life so unsufarable that you would wish to take your own life, but i won't allow it, I'll fill you of children you won't even want and make sure you see everyone you love die in a war started by your own family.-

The look he had when he said those words was enough proof to tell you he meant each word.

-You're cruel, I've don't nothing but be kind to you when the others treated you like you were nothing! -

You shouted out of frustration.

-I was your friend! Your niece and your family and yet you treat me with such hatred you wouldn't even treat your worst enemy!-

You let you emotions out as you struggled to stay on your feet anymore.

You struggled against him as his grip was deadly.

-So follow your sick plan! Rape me, defile and make me wish for death, but I will not grant you satisfaction to hear me plead and yell for help!-

Aemond was left without words, he didn't expect you to let it all out, but that look in your eyes and the string demanor in your voice showed him you were terrified.

-Hurt me worse than I.. Deserve and.. -

Before you could continue you felt like you couldn't stand anymore, nor stay awake.

One thing you forgot is that when you were a child you used to get sick easily, especially in rainy cold weather.

Aemond also seemed to forget, since most of the times as children the two of you spent times in the rain and than you would be bed riden for two weeks, of course, get was a child so he never understood.

You crashed in the cold stones completely losing your conscience.

Seconds later he had you in his arms, he didn't know why, he says he hates you for what you didn't do for him and that you're undeserving of his love and care , but he just can't stop himself .

Everything goes just the way he wants. He tries to brush the words you doilled seconds before your fall but they just wouldn't bulge out of his mind.

He looked at your disheveled form, hair wet and sticking to your face, clothes so cold they almost froze on your body and face so red from tears and cold.

He couldn't deny, you are the most beautiful woman he laid eyes on, but if he has to get his hands dirty to have you, than do shall it be.

/Idk bout this, who wants a second part? /

Leave requests people, I'm open to everything basically

Hope you enjoyed thisss

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darkestspring · 2 years ago

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Second-born daughters of Y/N Targaryen Aemon and Jocely Baratheon. Y/N Targaryen has Targaryen hair and Targaryen eye color. She is the rider of Ancalagon the Black. She has an excellent sibling relationship with Rhaenys. Y/N Targaryen and Otto have 5 sons and a daughter (maybe they have another daughter besides Alicent.) Except for Alicent, all the children are dragon riders. The children have their father's hair color and Targaryen eye color. She does not have a single Alicent (Targ) eye color. I think Viserys will be jealous of Otto because of the sons. Daemon will be jealous of Otto for marrying a Targaryen. I think Rhaenys will take the green side for her sister. Her grandchildren and great-grandchildren are obsessed with their great-grandmothers. Aegon does not get drunk, Aemond's eye does not get injured for helping Aemond adopt a dragon, protects Helaena, Daeron gives the love he did not receive.

despitent alicent not claiming a dragon or not looking like a targaryen would not make you love her any less. you'd love your daughter all the same, refusing to hand her off to a wet nurse or let maids dress and tedn to your daughter. up until she was five years old, you bathed her yourself. always doting on your daughter and giving her so many jewels and books. she was the apple of your eye. You loved your sons just as much, nursing them yourself when they were babies and being there for them always.

when alicent became queen, you almost lashed out at your husband. could he not have thought of alicent for a single second? how she felt marrying a man nearly three times her age? whose daughter was her best friend? otto managed to calm you down but nothing could stop you from moving to the red keep to be near your beloved daughter.

you didn't hate your cousin viserys or his daughter rhaenyra, they were dragons but you had always been closer to your older sister and she, you. She had your support from the beginning.

You held her many nights as she sobbed into your arms and struggled to maintain her composure. "We do what we must, as women, you sweet girl." You had told her and she had taken those words and locked them in her heart.

It went without saying that you adored you grandchildren. You doted on all four of them heavily. there was nothing you would not do for your grandchildren, that's why it angered you to see viserys only pay attention to rhaenyra.

You understood that he had loved Aemma. You understood that Rhaenyra was his daughter from her but that did not give him the right to disregard his other children and even yell at them then act like he cares.

just like you had done with alicent, you took joy in braiding helaena's hair. you went with her often when she looked for bugs for her collection.

you kept aegon away from alcohol. you kept him in his studies, encouraging to do better. "if the stress is too much, take to Sunfyre, or come to me. You are more than anyone knows, my lovely boy."

when it came to Aemond, you were much more overprotective. You knew that Aegon and rhaenyra's son teased him for not having a dragon. it did not make him less in your eyes but the words of boys are cruel.

"Don't pay any attention to them." You had told him once as you brought him to visit your own dragon. "You will have a dragon one day and everyone will swallow their words like bitter poison."

you never acted out, always being the perfect lady but inside you couldn't help but despise rhaenyra and her children for the insult to laenor and your sister. you took care to be around them as little as possible, constantly doting on your family and showering them with love.

#yandere house of the dragon #ottos wife reader

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lunareclipse39 · 1 month ago

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The Princes' Whore (Pt. 11)

Sameria has claimed one of the largest and oldest, possibly dangerous, dragons alive. Aemond finally finds his wife, and is determined to have her back, but will she cave? Daemon's obsession with Sameria only worsens, as she is all he has in mind. A new Valyrian family is on the rise, and they are not too keen on the Targaryens, or the Velaryons.

Aemond

I was playing absentmindedly with a little marble ball in the small council, lost in thought. The Battle of the Gullet resulted somewhat victorious for us. Rhaenyra's son Viserys was captured by our allies in the Free Cities, her other son missing. The Velaryons lost so much they withdrew from the war, but so did our own allies, the Triarchy. Rhaenyra's bastard son Jacaerys is also dead, as is his dragon. Good.

"Dragon!" I heard someone outside scream. Eh? I must be imagining things.

"Dragon! Take cover!" They screamed again.

I yanked open the doors of the balcony, stepping outside, and there was indeed a dragon flying overhead. It was large and black as the night, making my blood go cold. No, it cannot possibly be. That cannot be the infamous wild dragon, Cannibal. But it was. My vision, however limited, did not betray me. What made my entire being chill was the rider of this dragon. It was none other than my wife, Sameria.

I widened my eyes, clenching my fists. Sameria noticed me, for she got closer and gave me a smirk, flying away. I ran out of the small council, out onto the courtyard, mounting a horse. "Open the gates!" I barked. A guard did and I rode out furiously to where Vhagar nested, dismounting the horse and mounting my dragon, commanding her to fly and follow the black dragon. Sameria, you are not getting away from me.

Vhagar was quite slow, but I beckoned her to fly at her fastest, Sameria on Cannibal not too far away, as I could see them. Vhagar roared, increasing her speed, but so did the Cannibal. Sameria knows I am chasing her. I watched the Cannibal descend down a forest, so I commanded Vhagar to do so as well, but still keeping our distance.

I dismounted Vhagar, tentatively approaching the spot where the Cannibal had landed, and there was Sameria, caressing Cannibal's nozzle. I smirked, crossing my arms.

"So I find you at last." I spoke.

Sameria turned to me, and I noticed she wore a Velaryon gown. I snorted. "So you're one of them now? Traitor."

Sameria smirked. "I am not of anyone, husband. I thought you'd gathered that, but it seems not."

"Then why are you wearing a Velaryon gown? Have you been with Rhaenyra's filth this whole time?" I glared.

"Lord Corlys graciously hosted me to keep away from your insane half-sister, who wants me dead." Sameria shrugged. "I was captured by your uncle and taken to Harrenhal, but worry not, I am alive and well, clearly."

I clenched my fists. "D-Did you and my uncle..." I trailed off.

"No, we did not. Gods, you sound just like Rhaenyra. You really are siblings." Sameria scoffed.

I glared at Sameria. "Rhaenyra is nothing but a pretender, a scourge."

Sameria nodded. "Indeed, she is unfit to rule, as is Aegon. Honestly, none of you are fit to rule, except perhaps Daeron, whom I hear is gentle."

I chuckled. "Daeron follows orders, not gives them. He is not fit to rule in the slightest. Sameria, please, why don't you come back?"

"Why would I do such thing? So you can lose your temper on me?" She glared.

"No. I apologize for that, but it has never been my intention to hurt you, even if I did." I looked down.

"We should annul our marriage, Aemond." Sameria huffed, but sadness clouded her eyes. "It won't work between us."

"Why? You haven't given us a chance." I snapped.

"And why would I?" Sameria hissed, tears sprinkling her eyes. "I tried to get close to you, and you pushed me away every single time, preferring the company of Alyonna. You ignored me for days, weeks even, you made it clear since the day we met you wanted nothing to do with me. I offered you an annulment, to set you free so you could marry the woman you truly wanted, but you refused."

I sighed. "Sameria, how many times do I have to apologize? What will it take for you to forgive me and come back to me? To believe me when I say I want you?"

"I was unfaithful to you." She whispered.

I widened my eyes, then clenched my fists. "What?"

Sameria sighed. "After you declined my offer of annulment, and continued seeing your sister at night, I did the only practical thing left to do. I got a lover of my own. Since you had one, it was only fair I had one, wouldn't you agree?"

Fury washed over me, and I started to move closer towards Sameria, only the Cannibal raised its head and roared threateningly. I took a step back.

"I was right when I called you a whore." I shrugged.

"And I was right when I called you a sister-fucking cunt." She smirked.

Dornish women. Ever so defiant and rebellious. They truly do not take disrespect or anything from anyone. This only made me more attracted to my wife, and deepened my desire to possess her. I want her, I want her to be mine, and only mine.

"Alright." I said. "We were both unfaithful to one another. I am willing to apologize and forgive, but are you?"

Sameria stared at me for a moment, surprised, but nodded. "I forgive you, husband, and apologize. However, I cannot remain here. I do in fact have Valyrian blood, and family, in Essos. I must go to them, learn about them, and how to control my gift."

"What gift? What Valyrian family?" I asked, incredulous.

"A fourth family survived, the Belaerys family, and they all live scattered across Essos. I am a fire wielder, husband." Sameria said, her eyes suddenly glowing a fiery gold and flames dancing up her arms.

I widened my eyes. "Sameria..."

I gulped. "Helaena's prophecy is true then."

"What prophecy? Helaena is a seer?" Sameria asked, incredulous.

"Yes, and she spoke, "a fire wielder shall rise from the south, you, an icy cold one shall rise in the north, the water wielder shall wash ashore from the east, and the winds will blow from the west." I bit my lip. This is absurd, in the best way possible.

Sameria widened her eyes, impressed, and slightly perturbed. "You should listen to Helaena more, husband, and pay attention."

"I will, but before you go, can I-can I hug you?" I asked, my tone hopeful.

Sameria's expression softened, and nodded. We embraced, and I breathed in her scent, which was that of the sea. I cupped her face in my hands, leaning in to kiss her. I savored her lips, our kiss deepening, but Sameria pulled away.

"Please, wife, come back to me." I pleaded.

"I will, but not yet." She kissed me one more time and went to mount the Cannibal.

"His real name is Nyrax, and he was my ancestor's, Daeneron Belaerys', dragon. He hasn't been ridden in two centuries." Sameria informed.

"It was about time then." I smiled.

"Indeed." Sameria smiled back. "I shall burn the gullet, husband. The people of King's Landing shall starve no more. I shall defend the common folk, if I must take a side."

I sighed. Sameria, ever so feisty and fiery, but with a kind heart. "Safe travels, dearest, even if it pains me to see you go."

"I will be back." Sameria reassured.

I watched her soar into the sky, and I went back to Vhagar, who purred at me, making me smile.

"Let us go home." I said, petting her and she purred in satisfaction.

Sameria

I broke down crying mid-flight. My heart was starting to yearn for Aemond, my husband, but my mind told me not to give in, that it was a facade, but I don't want to believe it. Daemon lights up my fire, and Aemond lights up my soul. I shouldn't even lust after Daemon. He is married, Rhaenyra does not like him having lovers, and I will not be a wedge in their relationship. I am not that kind of woman. Nyrax flew calmly, his wings spread out like a shadow. This feels like a dream. Here I am, atop a dragon, flying over the lands of Westeros, towards Driftmark. I do not care if Lord Corlys gets angry, but the people of King's Landing do not deserve to starve. I don't know why he even created this blockade.

Did he really mean to starve the people of the capital all to punish Aegon and the rest of the Greens? This is preposterous. The small folk shouldn't have to suffer because royals are fighting. Honestly, Aegon and Rhaenyra should fight with swords and shields and the winner gets to rule. I reached Driftmark, Spicetown still destroyed but people were cleaning it. They looked up at me and screamed, scattering everywhere, but I flew past them over to the blockade.

I breathed in. "Zālagon ziry, Nyrax. Zālagon ziry ry." I ordered. (Burn it, Nyrax. Burn it all)

Nyrax roared, and spat out green flames. I widened my eyes. The blockade was now burning, as I commanded Nyrax to burn it all to a crisp once more. In the distance I could see Addam and Lord Corlys watching me, not knowing it is me of course, since I am too far. As I said, I don't care if they get angry or brand me a traitor. The common folk will not starve, not under my watch.

"Nyrax, ivestragī īlva jikagon naejot Essos. īlon emagon lentor naejot rhaenagon. (Nyrax, let us go to Essos. We have family to meet)

Nyrax squealed, and continued flying east. We shall visit Volantis, but first, I must find a way to land Nyrax without attracting attention and a spot for him to stay safe.

Daemon

The fucking Triarchy has captured my son, Viserys. Aegon made it safely to Dragonstone on his dragon, Stormcloud, but the dragon unfortunately died from his injuries. Right now he is with the maesters, having his wounds tended to. Rhaenyra suddenly stormed into the chambers we shared, furious.

"She's harmless, isn't she?" She crossed her arms.

"Who? Sameria?" I frowned.

"You reassured me she was harmless, and that we could trust her, but I just received a raven from Driftmark, telling me that a black dragon has burned off the entire blockade. The little Dornish cunt burnt it with the Cannibal, and then sailed east." Rhaenyra spat.

I widened my eyes, and honestly, I was impressed. Sameria claiming the unclaimable dragon, riding him and now commanding him to her will. I sighed.

"So what if she burnt off the blockade?"

"What do you mean? Daemon, she's our enemy. You never should have trusted her. You should have killed her the moment you realized who she was, or ransomed her." Rhaenyra sighed, exasperated.

"You know damn well I couldn't have killed her. She was too valuable a hostage. Had any of us killed her we would be at war with all of Dorne right now as well." I crossed my arms.

"Not if we had made it seem like Aemond or any of the greens did, after all, nobody knows she is missing as far as I am concerned." Rhaenyra scoffed.

"We don't know that for certain, and killing her, even if we had made it seem like it was the greens' fault, wouldn't have changed anything. Dorne would have still come after us. They don't like our family much." I shrugged.

"If so then why did they agree to marry one of their princesses to Aemond?" Rhaenyra frowned.

"I don't know, but I'm sure they had their reasons. I will check on Viserys. In the meantime you and Lord Bartimos can hatch a plan to retake Harrenhal from my wretched nephew." I clenched my fists.

Sameria

I flew over Essos, high enough so I would not be seen. It took me a while to finally find a suitable spot for me to land, and to keep Nyrax safe. I cannot have swarms of people running up to him. I dismounted Nyrax, ordering him to stay put, and it would be a slightly long journey to Volantis, seeing as I landed on the outskirts.

"Sameria Martell Belaerys. Ziry iksos sīr sȳz naejot finally rhaenagon ao." A familiar, female voice spoke. (Sameria Martell Belaerys. It is so good to finally meet you)

I whirled around, and the woman from my dream, Aella, stood before me, having materialized out of thin air. I gasped. "I-It's you."

Aella smiled. "Indeed. Welcome to Volantis, dearest."

"H-How are you alive?" I wondered.

"Magic, my dear." Aella shrugged.

"O-Of course. Does that mean others are alive too, you know, older than a century?" I widened my eyes.

"No, just me. I am one of the very few in our family who practices sorcery." Aella played with the tips of her hair.

"I see." I nodded.

"I see you have claimed Nyrax." She smiled, her eyes shining with pride."

"Yes. I was surprised he came to me so easily." I bit my lip.

"You were bound to claim him, Sameria. You are the fire-wielder after all. I am one too, as was Jaenera herself. Daeneron was a water-wielder. A northern, Stark cousin of yours, Alyssa, wields ice." Aella informed, as she stood before Nyrax.

"I have family in the north?" I asked, incredulous.

"Indeed. You have family just about everywhere." Aella nodded, muttering some words under her breath, and turned towards Volantis, me following.

"What did you just do?" I wondered.

"I glamoured Nyrax, so no one will see him, just you and me." Aella winked, making me grin.

"Do all Belaerys family members have magical abilities?" I asked, as we entered the city of Volantis.

"Yes, but not all master the arcane arts, like myself. It takes years of training, and most Belaerys are just not too keen on taking on the burden. They have enough with their abilities." Aella shrugged.

I have been to Volantis before, five times, and it never ceases to amaze me. The weather is always hot, and sweat was starting to drench down my back and my neck. Aella noticed for she offered to conjure more appropriate clothes for me. I nodded, and my Velaryon gown was replaced with a sleeveless, light violet dress, the bodice bejeweled with amethysts and sapphires, that to my surprise weighed nothing. The skirts were a mingle of violet and pale violet fabrics, the pale violet fabric sheer and shimmery. I noticed that no one paid us any mind, given that Aella was performing spells out in the open.

"Did you glamour the people as well?" I asked.

"No. People here know about magic, what with all of the red priests and priestesses of R'hllor doing his bidding. Magic is not like in Westeros, Sameria. Here magic is well-known about and practiced out in the open as you just saw me do. I am aware the Westerosi are more reserved about magic and it is more frowned upon." Aella huffed.

"Yes, indeed. The Maesters in particular are not too fond of it." I pointed out.

Aella snorted. "Yes, those famed, hypocritical maesters. They abhor magic publicly but secretly practice it, or try to. The truth is they want to harness it for themselves."

My eyes went wide. "How do you know this?"

"I know a lot of things." Aella shrugged. We stopped in front of a two-floor home, quite modest in appearance, but once we walked inside it was truly the lair of a witch.

"Welcome to my home." Aella smiled proudly.

I smiled myself, admiring my surroundings. The walls were covered in shimmering drapes of violet, cobalt blue, dark red, and gold. The drawing room was furnished with couches embroidered in great detail, matching that of the carpet. A mahogany, circular table with a crystal ball stood in the center.

"This is where I see visions, of the past, present, and future. It shows me whatever I ask of it." Aella ran her hand over the ball.

"Are you hungry? Thirsty?" Aella asked.

"I could use water, please." I nodded.

Aella materialized a glass of sparkling water, handing it to me. I took a sip, and it was delicious, given it was only water. "There is power within you, Sameria."

"Alys Rivers said the same thing." I recalled.

"Who's Alys?"

"Some sorceress I met while I was at Harrenhal." I shrugged.

"I see." Aella bit her lip.

"How can I harness this power? What do I do with it? How do I control it?" I wondered.

"Coming here is a start." Aella nodded. "I can help you, Sameria, help you harness your power, if you allow me."

"I-I do." I said.

Aella smiled. "Good." She inhaled. "We must start with your education first, hit the books. You must learn about your family on your mother's side, and what that entails."

I nodded, finishing my water.

"You come from a long line of a powerful family, Sameria. Claiming Nyrax so easily only speaks of your power, and the potential for it to grow. I saw you command him to burn down the gullet." Aella said, impressed.

"Well, yes. I cannot let the people starve." I shrugged.

"Certainly, and you did well in doing so." Aella nodded.

"Wait, have you been watching me this whole time through that crystal ball?" I crossed my arms.

"I watch every single member of House Belaerys, dearest. I feel it is some kind of duty, being the oldest living member, and most powerful, for now." Aella said.

"I understand." I nodded.

"For centuries our house has lived in hiding, lying, pretending, all to keep ourselves from being targeted. I'd say the time to hide is over, and that we must show ourselves. Show the world House Belaerys lives, and thrives. Wouldn't you agree?" Aella turned to me.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that we should no longer hide, Sameria. We must rise, united as a family, let the world know of our power." Aella sighed.

"And do what? How will we do such thing?" I crossed my arms.

"Tell me, Sameria, have you ever envisioned yourself on the Iron Throne?" Aella looked into my eyes.

I blinked, surprised. "N-No. Not at all."

"Pity." Aella sighed again. "You'd make a great queen."

I laughed. "I would not, Aella. I have no desire nor interest in the slightest to rule. I don't even want to rule Dorne."

"It is always those who do not desire to rule who make the best kings, and queens. If you do not wish to rule, why marry Aemond Targaryen?" Aella clasped her hands together.

"Because of my father's obsession with Old Valyria, and our clearly Valyrian descent that he always suspected me and my siblings had, and he was right, despite my mother hiding it. He wanted my children to be of Valyrian blood, and what better way to do it than marrying a Targaryen prince no less. Also, to look for information regarding my ancestry, information only the Red Keep has, and access to the Red Keep for someone of my station is through marriage." I huffed.

"Your father is a very intelligent man I see. He's strategic, and calculating. He'd make for a great Hand of the King, or Queen." Aella observed.

"Yes, he is indeed very intelligent, but neither him nor I will ever rule anything, let alone the Seven Kingdoms." I shrugged.

"Why do you insist I rule, anyway?" I wondered.

"Because Westeros has faced too many wars due to succession crises, and is controlled by maesters, dangerous folk they are." Aella bit her lip.

"Dangerous?" I raised my eyebrow.

"They seek to destroy magic and all those who wield it, Sameria, and hypocritically harness it for themselves." Aella said in a hushed tone.

I snorted. "Please. Now you're imagining things."

"I do not imagine things, Sameria. I see them. Maesters are a danger to us all magic-wielders. They seek to destroy us. If you do not believe me, see for yourself." Aella motioned for me to look into the crystal ball.

I gulped, but glanced into the ball, and I was shown a vision of the Citadel in Oldtown, its library, filled to the brim with books, maesters pacing around, some sitting at the desks, writing, or reading. The vision took me further along, until stopping before huge, double doors, their dark oak carved with the sigil of House Hightower. The vision stopped there.

"I can't see any further than the double oak doors." I shook my head.

"Exactly, because it is guarded by magic. One must wonder how they can perform spells, and why they do so, considering their public condemnation of magic. Do you not find that strange?" Aella looked at me.

"I-I do, actually." I nodded.

"We must discover what they're up to. You married a half Hightower, dearest. Perhaps your husband can arrange for you to go to Oldtown, visit the Citadel's library, sneak into that room." Aella said.

I scoffed. "As if. Such behavior will raise too much suspicion. Your best bet is to send a spy to become a maester, or perhaps yourself, disguised as one. Can you not shapeshift? Change your appearance?"

"I cannot shapeshift. Such art I have not yet mastered, besides, it could be dangerous, as one can get stuck in the changed form. Anyway, simply consider my plan. In the meantime you shall stay here, and learn from me." Aella smiled.

#aemond targaryen #daemon targaryen #fanfic #house of the dragon #hotd

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yanderes-galore · 4 months ago

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A concept of Aegon I Targaryen if you can please????

Sure. Includes his wives as I see them all together. I struggled on this more than I thought.... Would like feedback, I kinda wanted to make this more yandere but wasn't sure how?

Yandere! Aegon I Targaryen Concept

(The Conqueror - FT. Rhaenys + Visenya)

Pairing: Romantic - Some Sharing

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Targcest (Aegon/Rhaenys/Visenya), Polygamy, Manipulation, Possessive/Protective behavior, Violence, Blood, Murder, Isolation, Dubious relationship(s).

Aegon is considered the very start of the Targaryen dynasty to most people.

He is the king who conquered and united the seven kingdoms.

He and his wives are feared for controlling dragons.

Aegon is the rider of Balerion, Rhaenys is the rider of Meraxes, and Visenya is the rider of Vhagar.

Aegon wanted peace above all else, so after his wars he did whatever it took to maintain order.

Visenya is his stern warrior queen, while Rhaenys is kind and caring for her people.

Aegon himself did his best to appease his people, even respecting religions of all sorts of areas to keep them on his side.

I imagine if Aegon was fond of another besides his two wives, his wives would know.

Rhaenys would be a bit more accepting if she learned of her king's obsession.

Visenya would take longer to accept such a thought, but if it makes Aegon happy, she'll get along with you.

While his wives support you and care for you to varying degrees, Aegon is the one obsessed with you primarily.

Perhaps you are a noble, or maybe even a servant.

Or, as Targaryens are, another sibling he decided to take as his own.

Regardless of who you are, if the king becomes fond of you, you're one of the most protected people in the realms.

Why? The man has three dragons under his belt.

As these were some of the first domesticated dragons, they are huge.

Aegon's even known for parading Balerion while visiting the smallfolk.

Despite being intimidating, Aegon is no doubt one who wishes to please.

He has charisma when speaking with his people.

Visenya enforces his laws while Rhaenys helps maintain peace between families through marriages.

Aegon doesn't care if others look down on his companionship with you.

The faith already looks down on him for marrying not only two wives... but his sisters.

So if he took you as his own, he cares little for rumors.

You almost never leave his side.

Aegon doesn't keep you at King's Landing or Dragonstone, if he travels to one or the other, you will accompany him on top of Balerion.

Rhaenys and Visenya care for you because they see how Aegon acts around you.

Like the dragon blood that runs through him, he's possessive.

He married Visenya out of duty, Rhaenys out of desire, but who knows why he wants you.

Married to him or not, he has darker motives with you.

Like a king should, he spoils you.

He dresses you in Targaryen garb and doesn't trust anyone but himself and his wives with you.

Sometimes he even gets Balerion used to your presence, the large black dragon staring down at you beside his rider.

Naturally, with all dragon riders, their dragons are attached to their rider's obsession.

Many tend to see you as Aegon's secret adoration, a pet he toys with when his wives are away on business.

In reality, his wives not only know how lovesick he is towards you, but support it.

Rhaenys suggests attire you should wear if Aegon ever decides to marry you.

Visenya warns you to behave for her king, giving you subtle threats in case you try to run.

Running is pointless.

You would never be able to get far on foot.

Even if you took a horse, you'd quickly have three dragons hunt down your smell for their riders.

If anyone tried to take you or harm you, Visenya is the one more likely to slaughter them for Aegon.

She'd feed her victims to Vhagar, or Balerion if her king wished.

While Aegon's main priority is peace, He knows bloodshed may be necessary.

In that case, he doesn't mind staining his blade in blood for you with Visenya.

Anything for you... as your king, he can give anything you want... as long as you don't leave him.

Aegon is careful to prevent such a thing, often showing you affection and showering you in gifts.

Contrast to the Fire and Blood he's caused, He's affectionate and caring in his touch.

His kisses are light, easing you into his adoration for you.

He loves his wives, but he also can't seem to part from you... his third desire.

You're already quite isolated during his obsession.

You are only ever allowed in King's Landing or Dragonstone.

During parties you must always be beside him and in sight.

No one else should think they have a chance with you.

In both King's Landing and Dragonstone you have a private chambers, well furnished with dragon decorations.

He wants his sons, Aenys and Maegor, to respect you as another parental figure in their life.

Aegon only seems to get worse when he hears of Rhaenys and Meraxes dying during one of his final wars.

He may even quickly spring a wedding onto you, making you officially his as some last ditch attempt to not lose you.

I imagine the death of Rhaenys affects him terribly.

Visenya almost pities you when she sees how Aegon clings to you.

He turns to you for mourning, kissing your skin and asking you to promise he'll never lose you.

It gets to the point he locks you away with him, hoping such a thing will prevent you from being harmed.

Physically, at least... mentally you feel very Isolated.

Even as his princes grow up, he encourages them to see you as family.

Who knows, perhaps even the princes are attached to you as a parental figure.

Towards the end of his life, Aegon never has you far from him.

Even in death you may still be affected by his obsession, Visenya now the one to encourage you to stay around.

Perhaps she's fond of you too... or maybe it's just for the two young princes now under her watch.

Aegon may be caring, charismatic, and kind with his beloved...

But like a true dragon, he's possessive and fierce when it comes to making you his...

Even after his death you'll always belong to the dragons.

#yandere asoiaf #yandere got #yandere game of thrones #yandere house of the dragon #yandere hotd #yandere aegon i targaryen #yandere aegon the conqueror

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kellyvela · 2 years ago

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Why are so many targies obsessed with the idea of Danielle, Jon, and Tyrion being the 'three heads' of the dragon lmao? I keep seeing their terrible metas about how the books will end with those three coming together in some weird bizarre found family-esque trope to save the world and it's so fucking funny omg lol.

Those are really old theories. Targaryen sigil is a dragon with 3 heads; Visenya, Aegon and Aenys conquered Westeros; Rhaegar mentioned that the dragon has three heads; Aunty has three dragons; so Aunty needs two more "targ" riders . . . . Who could they be? The most popular candidates are Jon and Tyrion.

R(haegar)+L(yanna)=J(on) is another old theory and it was basically confirmed by the Show, because D&D made Jon a legit targie since Rhaegar annulled his marriage with Elia and married Lyanna.

A(erys)+J(oanna)=T(yrion) is another old theory since King Aerys II openly expressed his desire for Tyrion's mother Joanna Lannister, he has almost white hair similar to targies, he has eyes of two different colors like some targies, and he wished for a dragon when he was a child.

Another reason used by the readers who believe in this theory (three heads of the dragon) is that Jon, Tyrion and aunty lost their mothers during childbirth . . . . like half of Westeros . . . .

They also get the idea that ASOIAF is about *targ restoration* from that one time when GRRM said that his books are about the return to glory of a great House . . . . he was talking about House Stark evidently, A Time for Wolves, anyone???? hello!!!!

All these old theories are well known and very popular and when you have believed in something for decades, it is very difficult to change your mind.

#anon asks #asoiaf

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princesssszzzz · 2 years ago

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Why are your predictions so funny lmao. Why would Daemon kill Rhaenys or Jace tho😅 Rhaenys will be killed by either Aegon or Aemond and people will hate them sm

😂😂 I was so serious about my theories your the third person who said that. I have a long answer to the Daemon theory because it includes Daemon’s end, the Targ dynasty, and some other characters. Condal wants villian Daemon so I’m leaning towards him killing Jace unless the writers change Daemon last minute then everything I’m saying makes no sense. Killing Rheanys is less likely but if she wants to make big moves with Baela and Rhaena (taking them somewhere to be safe and away from drama) and he doesn’t I can see a fight between them. I don’t think him and Corlys agree about the names vs blood thing when they interact in S2 and Daemon’s real feelings start coming out more bc so far he’s been standing back and observing mostly. In my opinion he’s waiting for an opportunity. Condal implied in some interviews Daemon’s outrage is about Viserys. So it’s emotional need to fight them and losing access to the throne to Alicent’s line that doesn’t use the Targaryen sigil and they’re a detached branch from House Targaryen with Andal blood. If we’re getting book!Daemon who’s more Rouge Prince, his goal for the throne comes first but now the crown’s being controlled by Otto/Alicent and taken from House Targaryen. Plus like the Hightower faction, Jace only has one parent with Valyrian blood. My S3/4 predictions is that Daemon tries to marry Baela or Rhaena to Aegon iii and the irony of his death would be him dying before he gets to see his son as king.

It’s completely in character for him to want his own children ruling, not Strong/Hightowers. One of the big parts with Daemon’s Targ supremacy is the difference between Rhaena and Nettles. Rhaena to Daemon should be peak Targ, she wears black/red (Laena and Daemon’s daughters are like 80-90 something % pure blooded with their parents and Rhaenys’ Baratheon blood) and Laena rode the biggest dragon so I do understand why they wrote him neglecting her for not having a dragon despite complaints. He’s in Pentos reading and obsessing over Valyrian history and their ancestors. Legacy is important to him and he refused to even consummate a marriage with an Andal woman. So unlike Rhaena, Nettles who I personally believe has no Targaryen blood, claiming a wild dragon would be a big deal for Daemon. I think Nettles’ heritage is some non-Valyrian from Essos. One role Nettles would play is changing his views about Targaryens, purity, dragon riders and he finally changes his outlook but dies right after when he sends Nettles away and fights Aemond. This probably won’t be added to the show but it would make sense for him to want to kill Aemond and the Hightower bloodline, but not Vhagar. Dragons dying off weakens the house and I don’t think Daemon wants to do that, but he has to fight them and kill dragons in the process. His obsession with blood and dynasty would effect his decision making during the war so since his kids have the most Targ blood I’m sure he’ll be in his Otto era and want to marry a teen to a baby so he has control over the future of the house. He could be given some Tywin traits where he wants to win by any means necessary and in the process his kids are traumatized by all the loss and stress they endured. Of course if he killed Jace, Baela wouldn’t know but one of his kids could have some suspicions 👀 If they really want to show his seriousness over wanting to win for Team Targaryen instead of Team Black him being willing to kill Jace who he’s already butting heads with is so perfect. Jace is protective over Baela and Rhaena like if Daemon is #teamdoingtoomuch and putting his daughters in danger it’s just another thing they would fight over. Daemon doesn’t have to kill Jace, but if he does it out of tunnel vision during the war and desperation, it says a lot about his character. He could honestly send Jace to the wall to get him out of the way but Jace has to die.

Some Targs in Westeros generally have had understandable god complexes because of the power dragons give them. Daemon is the perfect Targaryen to focus on that complex when they’re losing dragons and dealing with Jace. He could kill Jace and grow to regret it before he dies, and I think that would make sense for Daemon and be an actual arc. After everything that happens Daemon gets what he wanted; Rhaena is finally a dragonrider with Morning, Baela chills with the smallfolk and goldcloaks, Viserys is doing whatever he’s up to lmfao that kid is my Rickon. Aegon iii is paralleled heavy with him only having kids and being happy when he’s with Daenaera, a Velaryon and the Targaryen bloodline continues with pure Valyrian blood. For Daemon, his punishment is that he never gets to see any of this come to fruition. Long story short it makes sense for Daemon to kill Jace or have him killed because Daemon’s storyline should be “I won but at what cost” and feeling guilty about Jace, alienating Rhaena, and the dangerous situation his children have to live in now.

•Side comment for the Rhaenys/Aegon fight I hope in their attempt to make Aegon redeemable they don’t demonize Rhaenys and make it seem like she deserves to be killed by Aegon or make it seem like she attacks them and they have to defend themselves. Aemond fought little kids and told Rhaena to ride a pig lmfao the general public already doesn’t like him they really don’t need to do anything extra on that part plus Vhagar is kind of a cheat code I kinda want Meleys v Sunfyre

#hotd asks #hotd thoughts #he could kill greens all day but killing someone from team blac is like woahhh has real weight behind it #they didn’t let him kill Laenor there hasn’t been any show of how he’s the Rouge Prince and willing to do anything

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chrkrose · 2 years ago

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I want your unbiased opinion: do you think House of The Dragon is setting up Nettles and Daemon as a couple? Or at least Nettles as a significant plot point in Daemon’s story, as well as him being a significant plot point in her arc?

As a couple, I don’t know. I think it’s too soon to tell tbh. I remember a couple instances though, where I thought they might be at least setting up Nettles’ future importance for his character and alluding to Daemon’s role in her arc (and the impact she will have in his):

1) The information that the dragons feel what their riders feel and Caraxes in particular having a peculiar kind of “voice”. When they added that scene of Caraxes singing to Syrax and explained the behind the scenes, I remember the first thing I though about was Caraxes screaming when Nettles leave them, and a couple of random people on Twitter at the time who had read Fire & Blood thought the same. So I think that might be a foreshadowing

2) When Mysaria and Daemon are talking after the bridge scene and he says he will protect her, and she tells him he can’t protect her, that his power as prince isn’t enough or something among those lines and she leaves him. I thought of how that will play out in the future when his position as prince/king consort is exactly what will put Nettles in danger and how he won’t be able to protect her from Rhaenyra’s wrath, even though he was very willing to do so.

3) The fact they made Daemon even more of a Targaryen supremacist than he is in the books, with him studying the dragonords of old and obsessed with old valyria and restoring their house to a greater power etc. I think that was purposely done to contrast with his worldview and beliefs shattering when Nettles comes around the corner taming a wild dragon and apparently having zero to none Valyrian blood.

4) They purposely put Daemon being the one mentioning the wild dragons. I think that might indicate that Jace won’t be the (only) one involved in the dragonseeds storyline, so Daemon might be in direct contact with Nettles and her arc pretty early on.

Now all of those aren’t necessarily pointing out towards a romantic connection, and more how she will be important to him in general regardless of their feelings for each other. But there is something that makes me think they might be setting up a romantic arc for them, and it’s the following:

5) They undermined all of Daemon’s relationships. I know many R/D shippers think that was done so they could build up Dæmyra as “soulmates” but I don’t think that’s the case, for a few reasons. First of all, Daemyra is not that well build up. A couple who’s first kiss happens in episode 4 and that are married by episode 7 is anything but build up and developed. It’s rather rushed in fact, in terms of romantic arcs and television. Although I concede they indeed gave daemyra a more “romantic” undertone than their book counterpart. But I think that’s also because they want to contrast that with the downfall of their marriage. And all of Daemon’s interactions with Rhaenyra are still rather selfish in nature, and his motives are still very much twisted and not what one would wish for a ship they root for imo (it’s not the writer’s fault if people close their eyes to it). But then we go back to out first point. Why did they undermine all of Daemon’s relationship if not for the sake of Daemon/Rhaenyra pairing? I think the answer is one: Nettles. I think they screwed up his other relationships like Mysaria and Laena because it’s a tv medium, so it’s not as compelling to have him loving or caring deeply for several people. It diminishes the impact of how different he becomes when Nettles shows up. They made that choice so they can highlight how important she is to him in terms of a romantic relationship.

#nettles x daemon #nettles asoiaf #daemon targaryen #anti daemyra

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dulcewrites · 2 years ago

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So I decided to three different parts for the three stars (idk if each star counts for a separate but that is how I’m gonna do it lmao)

From fmo part 1: Is this why you don’t under the understand the obsession with dragons. You hate the ludicrous insistence that you can control them. That if you give them enough love and patience that they will need you the way you need them. Good behavior has gotten you nothing. Doing right by the dragons in your life has gotten you nowhere. Aemond is not yours despite the vows you took, or sacrifices you’ve made for him. The same way your children will never be yours despite the pain you take to have them. You’ve been burned by the very dragon that’s supposed to protect you.

I thought about this part bc I saw post on here about no matter how much you do for dragons ie the Targaryen family, they cannot save you. It was like a gif set with of course the iconic driftmark knife scene. But it also had the scene during the stepstones fight where one is the soldiers said that daemon is coming and will save him… just to get crushed by caraxes 😭. One of the reasons why I am taking fmo in the direction I am, away from a cheating/love story and broaden things, is bc I am so fascinated by how the Targaryens as a family really ruin everything they touch (including each other.. irony of the incest). So many people devote their lives to them, it is a very thankless task imo

From fmo part 3: Opposed to the elation you felt after having Daella. Dread creeps in; dread that comes from a place of sadness and protectiveness. All you have is your children. Even with the bonds and alliances you may have made, only they are extensions of you. Daella, your sweet girl, a reminder of what could of been. You have Alaric, the flesh and blood reflection of what you have been through.

Another central theme of the fmo is motherhood. Also love versus duty. Rightful or wrongly, fmo reader sees her kids as direct extensions of her. Daella being the reminder of what could have been is about the happiness she felt in her family/role after she was born. Alaric is a reflection of the the situation she is in. Aemond would’ve never pushed for a baby if he didn’t feel like she was onto him cheating and he was trying to recapture the ~magic~ of having his firstborn. Also alaric resembling aemond is just another twist to the dagger. Reader’s love for her children is her strength… it is also her downfall :(((

From untitled work (ie I could use this for a number of works lol):

The mass amounts of guilt and embarrassment had cooled. Instead of using the moment as an indictment on her character, she chose to look at it as a reason to reconnect with things she had slipped away from. Her faith trying to heal the wounds left by those around her.

One fit of rage and the whispers of a queen gone mad started. She began to reinstate herself firmly in the hands of the Seven, and she is called an overdramatic zealot. Better to be been as mad or self righteous than to be dead.

Despite being the Queen or the mother to Princes and a Princess of the Realm, she is still a non Targaryen woman amongst dragon riders. She has seen how non Targaryens have faired against this house. Even ones that share Valyrian ancestry and own dragons are no match for the ways of House Targaryen. She will always be the outsider. Alicent was reminded of that when Viserys insisted on Aegon and Helaena getting married, even despite the pleas to rethink the decision. Bond Targaryen blood he said.

If Targaryen blood is untarnished, what does that make her?

So this is bit of character study I did about my bestie, my pookie, my loml Alicent. One the I do wish we would’ve gotten in the show is Alicent’s psyche directly after driftmark. Her journey about her faith, how she tended to Aemond, and ofc hel and Aegon getting married/having kids. That’s a… lot to happen in six years. I feel like she would’ve been a bundle of nerves (even more so) right after driftmark. Her fears were basically confirmed. Also I would’ve killed to find out how she found out about Rhaenyra and Daemon getting married… perhaps I will write something that includes that. Maybe if I ever get to the Daemon/laena daughter oc 👀

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