#ch: rhaenyra targaryen

[levithestripper]

alicent saw rhaenyra in her pajamas and let her pussy do all the thinking for her and i really can’t blame her

[endless-oc-creations]

"Maybe, forever was a word meant for memories, not people."

Maedalyn Wyne x Rhaenyra Targaryen

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[caracarnn]

His heart broke for her and he wasn't entirely sure how he was meant to ease whatever was storming inside of her. Rand knew that with this announcement the entire realm would change, somehow he knew that. And judging by her tears Rhaenyra also felt that. It was rare to see her in such a state and feelings of upset and anger swirled inside of him. He could not understand how they would reduce her to such a state and not care to come after her, not care to comfort her either. "I'll take you anywhere." He told her softly as he moved closer to her and lifted her easily into his arms. No one was about, no one would see and, for the moment, Rand simply didn't care. He wasn't sure whether to take her from the city or simply to where he slept but he left the Godswood with her anyways.

@incissam - cont'd from here

[nyra-fireheart]

➳ maryana 𝔁 rhaenyra ft. roasting eachother pt. i

[mxrvelouscreations]

𝚂𝙸𝚃𝚄𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻 𝙶𝙸𝙵 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 / 10ff. / alina x rhaenyra.

@lustthriill

Alina had been laying between Rhaenyra's legs, naked while they spoke. This hadn't been their first time together and so, she was a lot more comfortable with the situation by now. Feeling the other's hand moving down her stomach, her legs spread quickly to welcome her touch, already wet from need. "My queen," she whispered, peering back at her as the other's fingers brushed over her cunt, "please..."

[caracarnn]

He nodded his head in response, something regretful in his tone. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to dredge up things that you'd rather not speak of." He told her before he let out a small breath. "Perhaps we skip away from discussing houses and history?"

“All houses have history, good and bad but that doesn’t make everyone in those houses special,” Rhaenyra pointed out. She didn’t want to think about the history of her house and what it meant for her. What it came with and what she’d rather do. She had little say in what she did but she was just sad as well.

[kentstoji]

ㅤㅤCRYSTAL.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤparing. platonic hotd x reader. + male!oc x reader.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤsetting. house of the dragon. ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤtype. headcanons (tw. future yandere)

ㅤㅤㅤㅤthe battle of a woman was waged in her birthing bed, surrounded by blood and sweat. alicent hightower forced herself to accept this reality when her father officially made her a political pawn in an endless game of manipulations. the prize was the hightower blood immortalized in the twisted metal of swords forming the iron throne.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤaegon was an easy birth, without concerns. fragile helaena presented herself to the world silently, carrying a tranquility that would follow her later. and y/n was fire and blood —perfectly embodying the words of her house, her father's house.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤconsidered a jewel in the eyes of the court and engraved in the memory of popular imagination, y/n was the third child of the union between viserys targaryen and alicent of house hightower. she inherited her father's gentle and pacifistic nature, trying to cling to blood ties to avoid conflicts.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ(and when her mother whispered in her ear that helaena—or even she—would be the queen, the young girl looked away, coldly ignoring the treacherous poison. however, in her heart, she lacked the strength to stop loving her mother.)

ㅤㅤㅤㅤshe was often seen in the company of her siblings, helaena and daeron. despite loving and respecting her relatives equally, aegon made her feel disproportionately uncomfortable, and aemond easily left her aside, seeking acceptance from rhaenyra targaryen's children for not having a dragon.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ"no, thank you!" y/n declined with a plastic smile when her mother suggested accompanying aegon to keep him in line. "i promised to help my sister, with little joffrey."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤand, as usual, she pretended not to feel the dissatisfaction emanating from the queen at the mention of the realm's delight.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤcriston cole made it his personal mission to escort the princess to the vicinity of princess rhaenyra's chambers. and she had to admit that he at least tried to conceal the growing disdain in his stern features. he even managed to control his cruel tongue, much to the young princess's relief. deep down, she was aware of the vision cole had crafted regarding her: immaculate, chaste, and flawless.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤthe maiden herself.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤy/n's confidant, addam celtigar, chuckled upon hearing the youngest princess's account. his broad shoulders shook violently as whispers flowed through her lips, revealing an unpleasant revelation.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ"and who will protect our little princess from criston cole?" addam inquired, not losing his characteristic good humor.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ"you're terrible!" there were no courtesies or falsehoods between them. there never were.

[achaoticeternal]

Could you please write a fic where Rhaenyra’s strongdaughter gets into an argument with her mother because her mother won’t let her marry Aemond and she calls her mother a hypocrite for calling Aemond unfit to be a husband when her own husband got exiled twice. (Please also write Daemon reacting to it)

I looooove this idea! To me, it would be such a funny argument and of course, Daemon couldn't take it seriously - its just so lol enjoy this little blurb!

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Targaryen Traditions

AEMOND TARGARYEN x VELARYON(STRONG)! READER word count: 900 - blurb summary: read request a/n: should I do a little continuation?

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Rhaenyra moved gracefully down the halls of Dragonstone, despite the unamused look that graced her face. It had barely been a full day since the daily had returned from an eventful visit in King’s Landing. Despite the typical quarrels, it now seemed her own daughter had been bewitched by one of her half-siblings… Prince Aemond Targaryen…

“Mother, I don’t understand!” You whined, following her into the great foyer of Dragonstone. 

“You will understand in time that I am right,” Rhaenyra spoke simply while crossing toward the fireplace, a hand over her belly.

“I wish to understand now because this makes no sense to me!” You quickly rebutted, “A year ago, you suggested to the Queen that I be betrothed to Aegon, who has since married Helaena. Now Aemond wishes for my hand and you deny me marrying a prince.”

“The point was never to have you simply marry a prince. If I wanted to see you married off to a man that holds such a title, I could have sent you to Dorne or Essos. To marry Aegon would have done a great many things, but most importantly keep you close to me,” Rhaenyra gazed toward you with motherly affection, “However, it seems Alicent only cares for Targaryen tradition when it serves her needs. You will not marry a second son.”

Daemon soon entered, freshly clean from the travels of the previous days. Though you respected and even somewhat cared for your stepfather, he did not replace the man that you first called father, Ser Laenor. When he entered, both you and your mother turned to him, silently begging that he pick a side. It was wishful thinking on your part since Daemon was not over fond of his nephew. Seemed to be a recurring theme…

The Rogue Prince had a smirk playing on his lips. Rhaenyra’s words were not lost on him, and even caused a chuckle from the man, “What is wrong with second sons?”

At such playful teasing, Rhaenyra rolled her eyes at the antics of her husband, “Nothing, husband. Except my daughter wishes to marry the Queen’s spiteful, second son.”

“Aemond?” He asked as he approached the princess. She nodded to his question, and then his gaze turned to you, “Aemond?”

Eagerly, you nodded. The thought crossed your mind of possibly being able to convince Daemon that your betrothal should be set with Aemond so that he could push Rhaenyra to be more willing to the idea. 

“You wish to marry to One-Eye prince?”

Of course, Daemon would tease you with such a question. As if your brothers had yet to torment you over the idea. Neither Jacaerys nor Lucerys liked the proposed betrothal between their uncle and sister. 

“It would be fulfilling my duty to the family and the realm,” You began to explain, “Jace shall sit on the throne one day, and I will be his heir until Baela gives him a child.”

Rhaenyra’s face soured at your words. She did not like how your education fueled your argument but was also proud of seeing such diplomacy from her daughter. The double-edged sword that all mothers must face with their children.

When she did not speak, you began again, “If I marry Aemond, I will also live in the Keep. I can assist Alicent and the maesters in taking care of my grandsire. You and Daemon always voice your concern for the King, so it might put you at ease.”

“You are a princess, not a caretaker—”

“Says who? You?” You were sharp with your tongue, growing tired of playing this game with your mother, “You say a princess is not a caretaker, yet you are a mother. You say I should not marry a second son, yet you did…”

“My dear, the circumstances are different,” Rhaenyra’s voice grew more stern at your pointed argument, “Aemond is your uncle!”

At such a comment, a boisterous laugh escaped your lips. It was quite out of fashion, but you could not keep it together. You looked back to your mother with a look of disbelief, gazing between Rhaenyra and Daemon, “Have you looked in a mirror recently?”

Confused by your statement, Rhenyra looked to Daemon. He chuckled while taking her hand within his own, intertwining their fingers, “I believe she means to call you a hypocrite.”

Rhaenya pursed her lips, looking at her husband than her daughter. Her eyes glanced over your frame, taking in all the likeness you shared. She then thought about how she acted at your age… She had married Laenor when she was just a year younger than you are now. But she would resent seeing you leave Dragonstone, no matter who the man was. 

“I’m flying to King’s Landing in two days' time on dragon back due to a previous agreement. You shall join me… and I will consider the proposition of a marriage to Aemond,” Rhaenyra spoke with a sigh.

A great smile spread across your face, elated that she would now at least consider Aemond as a suitor, “Thank you, mother! Thank you, thank you!”

“But I do not wish to hear any more of this or anything related to Aemond before our departure. Am I clear?”

“Yes, of course, mother,” You replied with a light giggle.

With a slight nod of her head, Rhaenyra dismissed you to do as you pleased. Relief washed over both of you. With quick steps, you took your leave to write a scroll to Aemond of your small successes.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

should I continue this/ make a part two?

[stromuprisahat]

The silent sisters were sent for, to prepare the corpse for burning, and riders went forth on pale horses to spread the word to the people of King’s Landing, crying, “King Viserys is dead, long live King Aegon.” Hearing the cries, some wept whilst others cheered, but most of the smallfolk stared in silence, confused and wary, and now and again a voice cried out, “Long live our queen.”

The Princess and the Queen & Fire and Blood (George R. R. Martin)

[shadowglens]

imagining a wide shot of saella standing surrounded by fire and destruction at storm's end, the keep rising up before her in the distance. she's dressed head to toe in black and red flying leathers, any trace of her late lord husband's house colours long gone, her hair darkened with ash, her lips and features still pale and blood-shot from the poison's lingering effects. silverwing is perched on the wall above her, cutting down any lingering baratheon soldiers in the courtyard, while the silhouette of tyraxes soars overhead. the cut zooms in, focused on her back, as aeryn rushes past her with his sword drawn, screaming for borros to face them. another blast of dragonfire, more screaming. the keep doors fly open.

[destroyerofnations92]

Moodboard for up unto the overturned keel, ch. 1: Maegor come again.

"The Red Keep had been home to the last of the Valyrian dragonlords for nearly a century, but it was also home to hundreds of servants, as well as ambitious men. As King Viserys, the First of His Name, is about to become father to a son, the heir he has prayed for, plans fall apart and new players emerge."

[levithestripper]

praying that alicent was just hypnotized by her lesbianism and won't actually go through with the deal she made with rhaenyra

[endless-oc-creations]

Maedalyn Wyne Fake HOTD Screenshots

"Why are you so royal to Rhaenyra Targaryen? " "Because she is my Queen and the rightful ruler of the seven kingdoms..." "Is that the only reason?..." "...No..."

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[caracarnn]

[ WET ] : our muses find one another in a torrential downpour of rain, both soaking wet. From Nyra

He had heard the whispers in court, had heard that her father was going to marry her friend and almost immediately he had rushed off to find her. It was almost as though a certain kind of panic had sunk in and he felt it skin deep. He knew that this wasn't the sort of thing anyone in the Capitol, in Westeros, was expecting - least of all Rhaenyra. He wasn't sure what to expect from her and what it was that she would react with. It would be a torrent of emotions, no doubt, and so soon after her mother's death as well. He marched through the Keep, ignoring the calls from other guards or superiors before heading out into the open. He hardly minded the heavy fall of rain, didn't mind the way that it matted down his hair or drenched the white cloak that was draped over his shoulders. What he cared about was her, finding her. He found her where he knew that she would be and there was a pang of sorrow that etched inside of him when his eyes rested on her. She stood there in front of the Weirwood tree and when the sound of his footsteps sounded she turned around to face him. He could pick out her tears from the raindrops and each other was like a new scar inside of him. "You've heard." He breathed out over the rain as he made his way towards her, reaching his hand out to take hers. She was so close to him and what they were wearing was ruined but what mattered was looking into her eyes and seeing something in there that wasn't betrayal? Sadness? "Tell me what I can do." He all but pleaded.

@incissam - meme

[nyra-fireheart]

HOLD ONTO YOUR HEART ❦ CURSED TAGS » an upcoming house of the dragon fanfiction

❝ Ah, desire,” the Rogue Queen muses, lazily swirling the Dornish summer wine in her dragon glass cup. She holds Maryana’s gaze captive with her own; the Queen’s eyes are home to beasts of lilac fire whilst the other woman’s burn with amber rage and something else she dares not name. That infamous smirk tugs at Rhaenyra I Targaryen’s red-stained lips and she looks at Maryana like she’s the dragon’s very next meal. “How it devours. ❞

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