#daemon targaryen reaction

[eufezco]

SHORT HAIR SUITS YOU – D.T. x FEM!READER

fluff, smut. english isn't my first language 🫶🏻

—Gods be good —. You closed the book resting on your legs once you saw Daemon entering your chambers covered in blood that you prayed to the Seven it wasn't his.

You got out of your warm bed, stood on your feet, and approached him. He stepped back when you tried to cup his cheek, that gesture made you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

—Is that blood yours? —You asked while you analyzed his face, looking for any wound or any sign that let you know that he was hurt. His silver hair was soaked in blood, his garment too, but Daemon shook his head, and you let out a sigh of relief.

He finally ended the Crabfeader, you were gonna be able to have your husband back. You checked his clothes asking yourself why the hell he didn't wear armor to combat and why the hell he didn't wait for Viserys' men. Your back tensed when you found half of an arrow stuck in his chest, really close to his armpit. Did he fly all the way here with that in there?

—Ser Criston —. You walked past your husband, out of your room, and quickly got the knight at your door's attention. —Could you call the maids, please? I need them to run a bath for prince Daemon. Oh, and we will need Grand Maester's assistance as well.

The knight nodded and left.

You got in your chambers again and helped Daemon with his clothes. He was trying to do it by himself but the obvious signs of pain on his face and the hisses escaping his mouth moved you to help him. You undid his belt and Dark Sister fell to your feet from around his waist. Before you helped him to sit down on your bed, you took his trousers off, and you noticed that he had another wound a little below his knee. For the shape of it, you would say that it had been another arrow as well.

—You want to do it yourself? —You asked him. The arrow remaining stuck in his chest needed to be out so could keep undressing him. Daemon shook his head.

—You do it —. The prince said, and he bit his lower lip down, closing his eyes. His head rested on your belly as you firmly grabbed the piece of wood.

—Take a deep breath —. You recommended him and he did as you said. When his lungs were filled with air, you pulled the arrow out . A shiver run down your husband's spine but he didn't complain, not even a groan left his mouth. A little bit of blood came out of his wound, staining your nightgown that was already ruined because of Daemon's hair against the fabric, but you couldn't care less.

As you both waited for the maids to arrive, you stayed in that position as you caressed his long hair, him finally getting some rest after days.

Then you carefully removed every layer of the clothes he was wearing from his body. The maids were already in the room, getting the water ready for the prince.

—Oh, Daemon —. You swallowed nervously and you could hear a stifled whimper from the maids when you discovered prince Daemon's chest. He had two open wounds, the one the arrow that was stuck in him did, and another one on his lower abdomen. His skin had bruises everywhere, but it was even worse around his wounds. They were covered with dry blood, the colors purple, black and red decorated his white skin, and it didn't look good.

The maids left and it was just you and Daemon in the room. The prince walked naked to the bathtub. The windows of your chambers were getting foggy as the smoke came out of the water. Daemon slid into the bathtub, letting the hot water cover his whole body and feeling all his muscles relax. You grabbed the sponge and you knelt next to the bathtub, dipping the sponge in the water. You felt your hand burning, you could be the wife of a dragon but you were still sensitive to these things. Daemon hissed and you apologized when you started rubbing his chest, careful to not touch his wounds.

—Why didn't you wait for King Viserys' aid? —You rubbed the blood out of his neck and Daemon just looked at you with his eyebrows raised. You pressed your lips together and nodded. No words were needed, but you still thought that it had been a dumb move to not wait, yet you were so proud of your husband for what he just did.

You cleaned his face, his white skin returning to its normal color and then you focused on his hair. It was so long, probably the longest you can remember Daemon having it. You started by undoing his braid and then you asked him to sink his head into the water so you could wash the blood away. He felt in heaven, this was why he did not let himself be killed at the Stepstones. He didn't need titles, he didn't need his brother's aid, he didn't need the Stepstones, he just needed you brushing his hair while humming a song to him. Daemon could die at that moment.

—Your hair is really long. I shall braid it again once your wounds are treated —. You kissed one of his temples once you were done with his hair and you stood on your feet.

You helped the prince to get out of the bathtub and you moved behind him to cover his body with a towel. His back had big bruises all over it and you could guess it hurt badly when he hissed after the fabric fell on his shoulders. You apologized right after and Daemon turned to look at you. His facial expression was soft, his eyes were kind and he looked at you with hope because the night he left for the Stepstones, Daemon thought it would be the last time he would see you.

The prince held your chin up between his thumb and index fingers and he attached his lips to yours. His shoulders relaxed and both of his arms traveled down the length of your body to hug it against his while your lips moved together.

—I fucking missed you —. Daemon groaned against your lips and you hummed, agreeing with him.

Your husband's hands were already working on the back of your dress when the Grand Maester knocked on the door of your chamber. Daemon's kisses moved from your lips to behind your ear. —Don't —. He murmured and bit the lobe of your ear, making you whimper. You placed your hand on his abdomen, feeling the blood running down it and meeting your fingers.

—Daemon, you're still bleeding —. His kisses on your neck didn't stop because he didn't care about what you were saying. You had to bite your lip down to stop yourself from moaning. —Come in! —You said loud enough for the Grand Maester opened the door right after.

Daemon's kisses stopped immediately, his forehead resting on your shoulder, defeated. Your hand went to caress his hair as you giggled at his reaction. He sat on the bed again and took one of your hands between his, playing with your fingers and kissing your knuckles while the old man treated his wounds. If it had been you in Daemon's place, you would have been crying and panicking all the time while the Grand Maester poked at your wounds, trying to find any more pieces of the arrows, cleaning and removing the hard sticky mess that formed on the surface of them. But it was Daemon, and he didn't like to show any weakness or any sign of pain.

Sometimes he would squeeze your hands, other times he would hiss, closing his eyes shut and then opening them again, sending deadly glances to the old man. Your kisses on the back of his hand stopped him from picking up Dark Sister from the floor and do only the Gods know what to the maester.

—I'll be right back —. You announced him and Daemond let himself fall backwards, completely defeated on your bed as he nodded.

You accompanied the maester outside of your chambers and closed the door behind you. The Grand Maester told you how to take care of Daemon's wounds and to not allow him to tear out the stitches. He had done it before, thinking that his wounds would heal on their own, and of course they did not. You understood and quickly got back inside your chambers.

You let out a sigh after seeing what your husband was doing.

—I really liked your long hair.

—I liked it as well —. He mumbled. Daemon was in front of your full-length mirror, completely naked and with the Maester's scissors in hand, giving his beautiful long and silver hair some deadly cuts.

—Let me help you. You will completely destroy your hair.

Daemon was way taller than you so you had to grab the chair at your desk for the prince to sit down and be within your reach. You didn't ask him why he did it but the short hair made him look different, more mature, as if he was trying to escape the Rogue Prince. Maybe that was the image he wanted to give to his brother now that he had finally taken the Stepstones.

You couldn't save the lenght of his hair because he had already cut some locks really short when you decided to intervene before it got any worse.

The new haircut fit him better, the short hair sharpened his features but at the same time made him look softer. Of course, you would never say that to him because he would go crazy. —Handsome —. You stated once you were done.

You moved between the prince and the mirror and using your thumb and index finger to hold his chin, you made him look up at you. You fixed his hair as the prince's eyes looked at you with pure adoration. Both of his hands caressed your hips over your nightgown. You enjoyed his gentle touch until his fingers started to clutch at the thin fabric covering your body, slowly revealing your legs to him.

—You must rest —. You said, knowing his intentions.

—Haven't you missed me? Because I fucking have —. With the skirt of your nightgown completely clutched in between his fists, he pulled you closer to him, almost sitting you on his lap. —You were on my mind every single day... and every single night —. Daemon looked up at you, dutifully. —You were all I could think about on the battlefield. About being between your legs again and how wet you'd be when I told you that we had taken the Stepstones —. Daemon got up from the chair slowly, his hands sliding your dress off your body at the same time and you didn't resist him undressing you. If you left out the fact that he came home covered in his own blood, he would have been right about what would have happened when he told you that they had won. But his words at that moment were doing the same effect.

Your hands dug into his short hair once he connected his lips with yours. The pulls from your fingers on his scalp were softer when he had long hair, but now his hair was short enough to make him groan against your lips every time you pulled from his hair. Daemon walked you to the bed, his hands never leaving your waist as he carefully laid you on the mattress. He held his weight using his hands on both sides of your head, his hard cock pressing against your belly. Your lips were swollen once Daemon finally moved from them to focus on your neck, making you squirm under him. Your hands traveled down all his back, being really careful with the bruised skin under your fingers, feeling his muscles clench under your palms, until you got to his ass. Daemon's tooth brushed against your neck as his lips sucked harder on the soft skin of it after your hands squeezed his butt.

The prince's hand moved to cup one of your breasts, the whimper you let out sending electric waves down his spine. Using one of his legs he parted yours even wider, the firm holds on his cock helping him to rub his cock up and down your slit. As much as you wanted to hook your legs over the swell of his ass and let him fuck you so hard that the morning after you would have people questioning if you were okay, as much as you wanted to feel his hips slamming into you and he his hands digging into your hips from holding you in place, Daemon was hurt, so the fewer efforts he made, the better for his recovery.

—Let me do it.

And Daemon didn't object. He took your place but instead of lying on the mattress, Daemon sat with his back against the wall so he could have a perfect view of you. You used one of your hands to steady yourself on top of him, and with your other hand, you grabbed his cock by the base of it to help you sink it inside you. Daemon opened his mouth in a perfect 'o' form, letting out a moan and sinking his nails into the flesh of your waist. You let your head fall backward and bit your lower lip, being careful to not press onto Daemon's wounds with your hand on his abdomen.

You started by rolling your hips, feeling his dick brush the deepest places inside you. The sex with Daemon had been always amazing, even when you two weren't married, but you could count on the fingers of one hand the times he let you ride him, and when he did, it was basically him bucking his hips upwards, and taking the lead. He just loved to be in charge, taking you from behind while his fingers work on your clit and he mumbles the dirtiest things in your ear, having your legs over his shoulders as he pounds into you, even sitting on your dressing table and having your legs around his body and your nails scratching down his back.

His chest heaved as he gasped for air when instead of rolling your hips, you bounced on his dick. Daemon couldn't help but move his hands to your hips to help you go up and down his cock. Your moans muffled and died onto the skin of his neck as the muscles of your thighs began to burn. He really tried to let you have your way with him, set the pace and guide him, but he had missed you so much and you needed to feel him closer. Every time he leaves your side, you don't know if you'll ever see him again. Daemon leaned to trap your lips with his as he couldn't help but buck his hips upwards, meeting yours. "It's fine. I've got you." Your husband mumbled in your ear and right after he started kissing the sensitive skin behind your ear. You knotted your fingers into his short hair while you rolled your hips adding more pleasure to Daemon's thrust.

He didn't care about the pain as long as it was accompanied by you clenching around him. You moaned his name, feeling your throat go dry as your legs closed and shook, stopping him from thrusting into you anymore. Daemon came inside you, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder but still holding you in place so you won't waste a single drop of him.

—We will fly tomorrow morning to the Stepstones —. Daemon continued kissing your neck while you both came down from your highs. You knotted your fingers into his hair and used that grip to pull him closer to you as you hummed feeling his lips working on your neck.

—We?

—Yes. They will name you Queen of the Narrow Sea.

[bbygirl-aemond]

between this and the time that daemon tried to ruin rhaenyra's reputation so he could marry her but ended up just ensuring she was married to laenor instead, i'm going to go out on a limb and say that daemon's plans do not turn out very well for anyone involved but especially not him

[rosemaryblossomworld]

Reaction. That throne belongs to me!

The characters' reactions to Y/n's phrase, during the hearing, "Go to hell! That throne belongs to me! Not some drunken half-blood! I am the purest blood of the Targaryen line!" (The reader is the daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon, but she is introduced as Laenor's daughter).

✧.* Y/n: She's tired of being treated like a bastard. And they forget that she is the pureblood heir to the throne. She knew Laenor wasn't her father, and the whole court knew it. The older she gets, the more she resembles her own father. Now it's her turn to defend herself and her family!

✧.* Rhaenyra: She didn't expect the argument over Driftmark to turn into an insult to her children. The princess thought it foolish of Vaemond to draw the court's attention to her children's appearance. Her boys might not have taken on her features, but here was her eldest daughter! Rhaenyra was happier than ever, rejoicing that she had slept with her uncle that night and that they had a beautiful child. She stood behind her daughter and felt protected.

✧.* Daemon: He smiled. He had seen his daughter lose her temper for the first time, but the way her eyebrows furrowed and her jaw clenched, her posture and her clenched fists reminded him of himself as a teenager. His little princess had become a warrior, ready to repel any attack. The prince gripped the hilt of his sword tighter, preparing to cut off the head of anyone who dared to harm his child.

✧.* Alicent: She squirmed and tried to hide her excitement, but she chewed her lips and discreetly peeled the skin off her fingers. She looked at Aegon and realized that she could only brag about the fact that he had white hair and light eyes, the same as Y/N. She closed her eyes, trying to escape the situation.

✧.* Otto: gritted his teeth. For long months he had planned Y/n's death; she was a true heiress, just like Rhaenyra, and she had interfered greatly with his plans. The man was just glad that both heiresses were women! No one would choose them! But when he looked into the eyes of the young princess, glowing with dragon fire, his courage slowly faded.

✧.* Vaemond: He remained silent, realizing that he had said a foolish thing, directed at all of Rhaenyra's heirs, forgetting the young white-haired beast!

✧.* Rhaenys: She just nodded and smiled in agreement. She knew that Y/n wasn't Laenor's child, but he had raised her and she saw his words afterwards as 'her granddaughter'.

✧.* Jace: grinned contentedly. He watched the faces of the nobles change, and it made him want to laugh! He panicked as he noticed Vaemond looming menacingly over his sister. He looked over to see Daemon clutching his sword, so he followed suit, ready. He wouldn't let anyone hurt his sister!

✧.* Luca: pressed his lips together, he didn't like this 'event' from the beginning. He was unsure of many things. The boy feared for his older sister who had moved away from them and was already in the middle of the throne room.

✧.* Baela: clenched her fists and was ready to come out and stand next to Y/n, but Rhaena grabbed her under the arm at such a bad time.

✧.* Rhaena: She just held her sister back and looked at Y/N to make sure she was okay.

✧.* Aemond: Only a blind man would not notice his smile. He was looking at this doting figure standing opposite the great, angry Vaemond, ready to attack the old man. In all the years he has known this storm, she has never ceased to amaze him. Maybe that's why she's his favorite.

✧.* Aegon: He was only smiling drunkenly and wanted to end this "game" quickly. A jug of good Dornish wine awaits him in his chambers, and perhaps a meeting on Silk Street. If Y/n became the heir, he would be doubly happy, since he had no interest in the throne. He had talked to his mother about it and was ready to give the throne to his younger brother, but for some reason he refused.

✧.* Helena: She felt uncomfortable. There were too many people and too many emotions, so she blinked a lot and made a face. And the situation itself didn't bother her much, she had lost the point of this meeting long ago and was somewhere far away in her thoughts. She often dreamed about Y/n, but until now she couldn't understand the meaning of her dreams.

୨⎯ ୨⎯ 𝒷𝑜𝓃𝓊𝓈 ⎯୧ ⎯୧

"Or is the problem that I am a woman? Or the fact that your significant other, Otto Hightower, will not be on the throne?" Y/n glared defiantly at the man sitting on the throne.

"I would ask... "The man pursed his lips unhappily.

"What if I told you something that could close those two points?" the princess smiled.

"What could it be, silly girl?"

"Let's see... I spent the night with Prince Aemond Targaryen!"

The court erupted in shouts of indignation and surprise.

As Y/N stood next to her mother, she looked into eyes full of surprise and fear.

"What are you..." Rhaenyra couldn't get her thoughts together.

"What? You're the one who said we should team up with the Greens, I found a quick way" Y/N hummed and shrugged.

Daemon couldn't help himself and laughed all over the hall.

[factorydefaultlu]

OOOO! Can we get Aegon, Aemond and Daemon reacting to another man during a tourney asking for their wife’s favor and praising her beauty?

Aegon's pissed, he'd grip his goblet of wine and place a hand on his wifes shoulder. Opting to speak for her. "Yes my wife is very beautiful. You should see how she glows in my bed."

The poor man getting embarrassed by the prince's forwardness. He dips his head and continues on his way.

*

Aemond tries to keep his cool. He knows his wife, and that she'd never cheat. He still feels jealous though, wishing he had entered the tourney just so he could knock this poor man into the dirt. Aemond opens his mouth to speak "You better not lose with my wife's favor. No man has ever dishonered her and I won't let that start now."

He keeps a tight grip on his wifes thigh for the rest of the event.

*

Daemon can't help but laugh when the young squire asks for his wifes favor. He couldn't be mad, it took balls to approach the viewing box. Daemon looks at his wife with amusement as she throws her wreath of roses down to the young man. He admires how she's kinder than him to have even given the boy a second glance.

[amisa-k]

house of the dragon men’s reaction at you sleeping on them

a/n this idea is just a base for y/n fanfics but for some reason I've never seen it with the "house of the dragon"

what do you think about making reactions of female characters?

aegon

he will be touched by the fact that you feel so comfortable next to him that you fall asleep on his shoulder. you are someone who does not see him as the heir to the throne or as womanizer. it isn’t necessary to sleep with you, he can just sleep with you. and aegon appreciates it.

aemond

he loves those moments of comfortable silence between you. of course, he likes to discuss literature, history and philosophy with you, but he likes to be silent with you no less. while you sleep on his shoulder he will look at you admiringly. if he is sure that no one will disturb you, he will take off his eyepatch, put his head on yours and maybe take a nap too.

daemon

he will gently move your head from his shoulder to his lap. he loves when you are so close to each other, he loves the warmth of your body. he is pleased that you trust him enough to fall asleep in his presence. he won't worry about anyone seeing you and will sit with you like that even if his back goes numb.

[daemon-is-perfectly-unhinged]

Gods, you really are a Targaryen. Otherwise, none of this would be nearly as dramatic.

- Anyone, to any Targaryen, ever.

[observer1090]

"The Dragons refused to go past the wall"

Well believe me they don't have that problem in the future...

[dragonseeds]

the thing about daemon and rhaenyra as doubles and mirrors, reflections of each other, is that it shatters when he crowns her. he can be her attack dog, her whip, her sword arm, but that sameness is gone. he lost viserys to the crown, to the role, and he crowned her anyway and it’s like. i keep thinking of that line from saint mungo that everyone quotes. i feel like something bad is going to happen to me. i feel like something bad has happened. it hasn't reached me yet but it's on its way. because trauma does this, creates a temporal distortion in your body and your mind. i think daemon’s going to be thriving for a minute—finally fulfilling his purpose—but some part of him is stuck in that moment where he crowned her because that’s when he lost her like he lost viserys and it’s going to come back for him. there’s too much history and wounded animal pain there. he’s always comparing her to viserys-as-king from that point on, consciously or not, and waiting for what happened before to happen again and it does because it was always going to. the hurt that allows them to understand each other in ways no one else can, allows them to find healing with each other, is what’s going to kill him. later after they take king’s landing and lose more children, if he sees her pushing him away in her grief, ignoring his advice and letting her advisors come between them—that’s the end but he’s back at the start, trapped in this circle/cycle, already dead but he’ll follow the pattern. it all comes back again. and he crowned her.

[viihelii]

the way absolutely everyone else in westeros is presently planning and fighting a war, meanwhile daemon is in this actively haunted castle, living a stephen king novel live action that's written and directed by the same woman that's causing him to vividly hallucinate the young girl he abandoned/his dead wife who killed herself via the dragon that is now terrorising his entire life

[asykriel]

I know I'm not the only one who thought the Aemond brothel scene was wack and completely out of character for someone as vengeful and prideful as him.

Are you telling me that Aemond held a grudge for years against Luke for taking his eye and executed revenge on him with the first chance he got.

But he would willingly return (not once, but multiple times) in the arms of the woman who SA'd him at just 13 years old without feeling any ounce of anger for her or desire for vindication? And confide in her with his most deepest feelings that he never told to anyone else (closer) to him before???

Not only that, but he willingly showed himself in such a weak and vulnerable state in public? For someone who's all about appearance and how he's perceived, Aemond would never do that with an audience even if it's a brothel. Information would still spread and people would start talking. Do you think someone like Aemond would want people in King's Landing to gossip about how he needs to be cradled like a pathetic baby and how he needs to drink warm milk before sleepy time?

And no the fact that he has "mommy issues" from Alicent's shit parenting and he (may) have an inclination towards older women because of that, doesn't excuse the fact that he was raped and doesn't invalidate his vengeful character, it's part of who he is.

Overall, bad writing and a lot of contradicting things in that scene which is disappointing because he had such a nice character development in the show up until that point

[whateveryeah]

Daemon was so in love with Nettles that when he learned about Rhaenyra’s discomfort he sent her off and went to prove devotion to his wife

Anyway, Always this.

[qyburn-in-the-black-cells]

The Alys’ weirwood paste induced sex nightmare™ scene wasn’t about Daemon wanting the fuck the mother he barely remembers - it’s about how the lack of romantic and sexual boundaries between sibling, nibling, cousins etc means the one Targ family relationship that is taboo is (grand) parent and child. Sleeping with his mother/father or his children is the only way incest can actually disturb Daemon and truly horrify an audience who’ve become desensitised to how disturbing Targaryen customs are.

[bbygirl-aemond]

"devotion has never sat well with him" i adore rhaenys for the way she keeps kicking daemon while he's down like she truly will not let that man breathe for a second without reading him to filth and i love that for her

[aphroditelovesu]

what would happen if bby!reader were sleeping with Mysaria (daemon's ex lover)?

Am I to assume this is a threat...? Because it honestly looks like a threat of, at best, a decapitation.

Because heads will roll once Rhaenyra finds out her bby is sleeping with someone, let alone a whore who was her husband's mistress.

Imagine the following scenario: Adult!Bby!Reader meets Mysaria, unaware that she is his stepfather's ex-lover, and takes an interest in her and she in him. They start talking and it all leads to the same thing: they sleep together. It was supposed to be a one-night stand, but Mysaria found herself drawn more and more to the reader and the reader to her (because, let's be honest, she's pretty as fuck-) and the two became lovers in that case and kept seeing each other every day and more and more. Feding Mysaria's own obsession with Adult!Bby!Reader and his overwhelming desires always satisfied.

Everything was going great for the two new lovers. Mysaria knows who the reader is, but she doesn't care. She isn't interested in the power he could grant her but in him, she knows she shouldn't but she can't help but fall in love with him. Their encounters were more and more frequent and passionate, until one day, they got careless and were discovered by an angry Rhaenyra.

They had sex during the night and as was custom, they slept together, but Mysaria was so focused on watching her sleeping love that she forgot about time and ended up being caught by Rhaenyra, who had gone to visit her son in the morning, as she always did. Only she didn't just see him.

Can you imagine the face Rhaenyra made when she saw Mysaria, completely naked, on her son's bed, also naked, and hugging him? She blinked a few times to try to process the scene before she started to freak out.

To say she was furious was an understatement, she was ready to burn Mysaria right there. Upon hearing his mother's screams, Adult!Bby!Reader woke up with a start and turned red with embarrassment to be found in such a situation. He glanced at Mysaria who seemed interested in the situation and tried to hide her with the covers. Silently waiting for this humiliation to go away.

Rhaenyra's furious screams and promises of death drew attention, and soon Daemon was called to her. For them to discuss this inconvenient situation.

Daemon looked quite surprised to find out about this affair, and he felt like laughing, but he held it back as he watched his wife's furious expression. He was remarkably calm, not looking the least bit worried or upset to learn that his stepson is sleeping with his ex-lover. He was flustered at first, but collected himself and worried about Adult!Bby!Reader as he knew Mysaria too well and feared that she might be using him.

The reader was shocked to discover that his lover had already slept with his stepfather, but he couldn't help his feelings for her. He knew very well that his mother would never allow that and he would need to find an alternative to this situation. Meanwhile, Mysaria would be happy now that everyone knew about her relationship with Adult!Bby!Reader and she wouldn't care about Rhaenyra's or even Daemon's disapprovals, she was just focused on her relationship with the reader and getting him happy. I can see her even wanting to have the reader's children once her obsession had fully developed.

Rhaenyra would only accept this ""relationship"" if it was based solely on lust, begrudgingly, but she would, but if she knows or realizes that her son, her precious bby, has actually fallen in love with a whore, she will ignore the Daemon notices and burn Mysaria alive.

I imagine the two would get along super well, Mysaria would be a loyal lover to him and, in a way, protective as her obsession grows and maybe even possessive, which would trigger an internal war between her and Rhaenyra. (Daemon would just be laughing-)

~ Lady L

(so pretty that I just can't-)

[factorydefaultlu]

Headcanons for Yandere Daemon, Aemond, Aegon, & Jace where after they punish their darling after being told they betrayed them / did something bad (sent to the dungeons type deal) they find out that they were lied to and their darling was framed.

Daemon would grit his teeth at the news. His darling wife had been innocent the whole time. He'd tear himself up inside, he couldn't believe what he'd done. How could he not have seen his wife's innocence. When Daemon went down to the dungeons to retrieve her, he dropped to his knees before his wife. Apologies and pleas for forgiveness fell from his lips, of course what she had been through was horrendous. Forgiveness would have to be tautly earned, and even then it wasn't a guarantee.

Aemond felt his heart drop into his stomach. Fool! He didn't want to believe it, as though denying the truth and keeping his wife in the dungeons would save him for the emotional turmoil. It would take him a few days to bring his wife from her cell, and even then he wouldn't do it himself. A maid would bring her to their chambers, clean her up and treat her wounds. Aemond didn't want to see what he had done to his darling wife, he would rather pretend it never happened.

Aegon stared blankly at the knight that had delivered the news of the truth. The real culprit was caught and the queen was framed. The king slowly stood, and emotionlessly walked through the throne room. His guards stepped aside, and he made his way to the dungeons. Hot tears pooled at the corner of his eyes, he hated himself. How could he have done this to her? How could he let this happen, why didn't he just listen to her? He would stand before her cell, then break down sobbing. He wouldn't ask for forgiveness, he didn't deserve it. But he would still apologize, even if it was worth nothing.

Jace immediately stood, the news sending his heart into a frenzy. Fuck! Why had he been so stupid? So niave? He rushed to the dungeons, demanding his wife be freed. The guards open her cell and Jace dies inside upon seeing his poor wife. Bruised, broken and starved. He knew forgiveness was out of the question, and when he brought her to their chambers and helped clean her up he hadn't said a word. He felt as though there was nothing he could say to reverse the horrid mistake he had made.

[amisa-k]

how “house of the dragon” characters would touch you

daemon

his favorite gesture is to put his hand on your knee or thigh and squeeze it lightly. especially when you are in public. let all these lords see who you belong to, he is not ashamed of his feelings.

rhaenyra

she adores to kiss your face. a kiss on the cheek, forehead, nose, corner of the lips. if she could, she would pepper your face with kisses non-stop.

alicent

alicent loves your hands. she can't afford to have physical contact with you often, but touching your hand is one subtle innocent gesture she can afford in public. one touch of your fingers is enough to calm her down.

aegon

aegon is a tactile person, although he will allow himself most manifestations of tactility when it is just the two of you. most of all he likes to put his head on your shoulder and kiss your neck.

aemond

he likes to touch your hair. you can put your head on his lap and he will read and play with your hair. in order to touch it more often, he will even ask you to teach him to braid you. but don't tell anyone, it's a secret!