#daemon targayen imagine

[pluvialpoet]

ashes & embers // chapter 1

summary: forced to enter a loveless marriage- built solely upon deceit- you can’t help but wonder if lust is the only thing keeping the flame of your marriage ablaze. As the years slowly pass, you begin to question how long your union will prosper without the presence of love, and what will become of the smoldering spark of desire when it fades away to nothing more than ashes and embers?

pairing: daemon targaryen x fem!reader

warnings: canon spoilers, implied targcest, and brief mention of physical abuse

word count: 7,751

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The silence that falls over those in attendance is overwhelming. Breaths tangle with outrage and eyes widen in fear. Anger, shock, and horror cloud the air, but not a single soul dare to utter a word. They all lack the courage to voice their apparent indignation for the man before them- the traitor whose cocky grin and unapologetic gaze taunts them to speak. While the nothingness that suffocates the room like a heavy blanket of fog causes onlookers to shift uncomfortably- waiting and waiting and waiting for the crown they answer to to speak- Daemon rejoices in their unease. Despite the years spent away, it felt like no time had passed at all- for the sheep still answer to their shepherd, and their shepherd still held the rogue in a regard so high that he could nearly reach out and steal the stars straight from the sky, thanks to the height of the pedestal he’d been placed upon.

In a mock show of good faith, he takes a knee and offers his crown to the man who presently occupies the royal seat of iron. The gesture is for show, and both of them know it. For as much that has changed in the years they’ve been apart, one thing seems to have remained the same- Daemon will never submit or surrender. He is still a wolf trapped within the same pen as the shepherd's beloved sheep, and Viserys knows that if he doesn’t separate them, there will be bloodshed.

“Leave us.”

{continue reading on ao3}

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Author's Note- Took a little break from studies and wrote this down. Hope you like it. Also, requests are always well appreciated.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

Never Yours

Daemon Targaryen x Niece!Reader;

Husband!Cregan Stark x Wife!Reader

Part 2

Summary- The Lady of Winterfell returns to her home to find a jealous loved ones and a broken lover

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Warnings- Drunk & Angry!Daemon, Curse Words, Verbal Abuse (Sorry!), Westrosi Things...

GIF Credits to @thequeenwechoose

(Y/N) sat in the carriage, her daughter's hand in hers as she watched Aemma cooing to her youngest brother, Bran, only two summers old. (Y/N) had always wished for children, many; but she had never imagined to actually have them.

Cregan was a man of passion, as she had came to know in the years of their marriage. He was kind and honorable, but it was never him for the dragon princess. As much as she had came to love and respect the wolf lord, her heart belonged to another.

"We will be able to meet our cousins, right mother?" Viserys asked, excited to meet the cousins he had heard of. The worst part, the only bad part about living in the North was to tell her children about her family but never actually letting them meet.

But that changed when they received a raven from the king, asking them to march to the capital for some reasons kept unknown.

"Yes, you will, my love," (Y/N) smiled, watching out of the window of the carriage as it came to a halt in the huge courtyard of the keep. The door to the carriage opened and the Princess and Lady of North was the first one to step out of it, followed by her children.

A smile graced her face as she greeted her sister, standing beside her husband, her former lover uncle. "It's been quite some time since I saw you," Rhaenyra said with a smile, studying her sister who had grown up significantly.

"I didn't get time to visit between the responsibilities of North and motherhood," the second child of Viserys and Aemma said with a shrug before looking down shyly. "I have heard you have given birth to six children."

(Y/N) flushed at her sister's comment, whispering a small 'yes'. She heard her elder sister laugh, before she glided over to her children, all of whom stood in a perfect line as per their age.

Most of her children had took after their father while her eldest two sons were perfect replicas of herself. Silver hair and violet eyes with other worldly looks. They were her dearest of all.

Daemon and Viserys.

Rhaenyra smiled widely while on her inner side, she felt a sense of jealousy as she looked at (Y/N)'s children. Though most of them looked like the Stark Lord, only those with sharpest eyes could make out the small Valyrian features in them. May it be the lighter shade of browns as their hair, or the barely visible specks of lavender in their eyes.

Her children and (Y/N)'s both had a father not belonging to Valyrain descent and yet, (Y/N)'s children looked more like the dragons than her owns.

Her eyes studied her sister from far, observing the clear contrast they had started to have, unlike their youth. While Rhaenyra's waist had thickened after bearing her children, (Y/N)'s seem to be intact.

The few differences in (Y/N)'s looks were the length of her silver hair, which had grown significantly from the time she last saw her. Her skin seemed to glow in the sunshine brighter than it did before. And the size of her bosom; they had grown due to motherhood.

Rhaenyra was aware about her husband's relation with her sister, something she never felt envious about until the very moment she saw him eying her with longing in his eyes.

Daemon stood quietly in the side, watching as his once dear lover smiled at her children. Children he had not fathered.

He hated Viserys for sending her off to the North, to marry a Lord who couldn't treat her as she deserved to be and yet, here he stood, looking at her with an ache in his heart as she looked happy.

He could see the way Rhaenyra's gaze stop at (Y/N)'s figure. While motherhood blessed the younger sister with beauty of heaven; something she already possessed when she was married off, Rhaenyra's had neither increased nor decreased.

He could sense the envy of Rhaenyra as she looked at him. But he couldn't help himself, he couldn't stop gazing at her and regretted shouting at her that fateful night when everything changed.

(Y/N) sat in her chambers, braiding her silver hair as she prepared to sleep. A low humming echoed around the room as (Y/N) sang to herself a tune she heard from a feast.

Just then, did the silence ended when the doors to her chambers opened and a drunk Daemon stumbled in, speaking to himself about something she couldn't hear.

"Kepus, you are drunk," she stated, as she stood up, helping him to her bed, closing the door quickly. "No, I am angry," Daemon hissed, his eyes bloodshot as he looked in the eyes of his niece.

(Y/N) frowned, placing a hand on his cheek to make him look at her. "Is everything alright?" She asked with concern in her voice to which Daemon laughed bitterly. "Iksan se drēje dārilaros naejot se dēmalion! iksan, daor aōha mandia!" (I am the rightful heir to the throne! I am, not your sister!" Daemon exclaimed, making the princess flinch.

He grabbed her hair, forcing her to sit on her knees in front of his as he hissed on her face, "Istin sagon va se dēmalion daor mirri dārōñe dārilaros qilōni kostagon daor gaomagon mirros." (I must be on the throne not some royal princess who can't do anything.)

"Where were you, Daemon?" (Y/N) asked with tears in her eyes as she watched Daemon stood up and make his way to the window. "Lēda aōha līve mandia, ñuha jorrāelagon," (With your whore sister, my love) Daemon stated calmly, as if it was no big deal.

"I wonder what will my brother do when he comes to know that zȳhon riñi issi līve," (his girls are whores) Daemon chuckled darkly as he turned around with a mocking smile. "One is willing to bed me, while the other-" he walked towards (Y/N), gripping her jaw in his hand.

"Warms my bed every other day."

The sky was of hues of purple, yellow and red; a beautiful combination as the setting sun peaked out of the horizon. The sea water a mirror of the sky, with glittering diamonds above the waves which came and went.

(Y/N) stood on a cliff, her silver hair was out of her braids, freed and blowing with the breeze. Her black and red dress damced around her feet. Her eyes closed as she felt the air caressing her.

"Zaldrītsos," (Little dragon) came a voice which took away all the peace she felt, leaving her with only a broken heart. "Skoros gaomagon jaelā?" (What do you want?) She hissed, turning around.

When no answer came, she continued in a bitter tone, "Iā līve naejot bāne ao? īlen ivestretan ēdā iā ābrazȳrys syt bona." (A whore to warm you? I was told you had a wife for that.)

"I apologize for my words, (Y/N)" Daemon said, his eyes filling with tears as he let his head hang low in shame. It was the dragon princess' turn to laugh, though tears stinged in her eyes. "Apologize? What for now, uncle?"

"Īlen iā mittys naejot pendagon bona ao jorrāelatan nyke, yn daor, ao mērī jorrāelatan nyke syt ñuha jaelagon naejot gaomagon gaomilaksir hen iā ābrazȳrys." (I was a fool to think that you loved me, but no, you only loved me for my wish to do duty of a wife.)

At last, a tear escaped the Rogue Prince's eyes as he let the truth in her words sank in. He walked to her, kneeling down as he cried silently. "You are right," he only whispered, surprising the dragon princess who stood speechless.

"I was only a selfish man who wanted the throne and nothing else. I was a fool not to see who loved me or not," he admitted as (Y/N) knelt next to him, letting him cry on her shoulder.

"It is too late now to regret, Daemon," she whispered as she let her lips hover over his cheek. "We have families to look for, duties to uphold," she continued, as her own tears escaped.

Daemon's grip on her waist tightened as he heard her words. "Let's run away," he whispered into the crook of her neck, catching (Y/N) off guard. "We can't just leave, Daemon," she said sadly.

"What of our children?" She asked, gripping his bicep as she looked at him, expecting no answer. Daemon could only sigh, his eyes heavy as he placed his head on her shoulder as slowly, tears gathered in all the years without her came out.

Both (Y/N) and Daemon knew none of their wishes could come true, as what was done is done and the future is set already...

[ilovemilfsthings]

──── ✰࿒࿎྇ ༃࿐ ‘unwanted groom’

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ೃ࿐ ANGEL TARGARYEN wedding

«you will thank us in future»

… … … angst ; shit parenting ; unwanted marriage in young age

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༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ “BUT SHE IS STILL A LITTLE GIRL” alicent loud voice was perfectly heard by angel who was eavesdropping on her parents' conversation without shame. she knew that her father wanted to find her a husband. maybe she wasn’t his dreamed daughter, but it would be a shame for the entire family if she were without man for her whole life. so he needed to find a solution, and he found it easier and faster than he thought. daemon targaryen was his solution, he knew that it would be a good man for his daughter, because it’s his brother after all. plus, the targayen lineage would be still continue, so everyone will be happy.

“alicent, she’s six-and-ten, she is of perfect age” viserys said, with annoyance in his tone. he doesn’t understand why his wife always needs to make a scene, even about something as small as this. “i decide that she will be daemon’s wife, the conversation ends right there”

after these words, a single tear flowed down angel’s cheek. she couldn’t believe that she would end up being her old uncle’s wife. she tolerated him, but she wasn’t ready for a marriage, she wanted to stay unmarried for as long as she could. she didn’t want to be a mother, god, she couldn’t imagine herself in bed with daemon.

but she was also aware that she had to accept this, there was nothing she could do.

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“why aren’t you dancing with your husband?” viserys asked his daughter, who was staring at her goblet for a few minutes now. “stop being dramatic, you know you will thank us in the future” he added as he drank more of the mead.

“as you wish, father” she responded sarcastically, with a fake smile on her face. finding daemon wasn’t hard, he was drinking with people she didn’t even recognise. angel wanted to pass by daemon and go to her chamber, but her plans were easily ruined by her ‘husband’ who sat her down on his knees with a wide smile, which made the girl uncomfortable.

“there’s my beautiful wife, where were you?” he said laughing, and angel frowned a little because of the alcoholic breath he had at the moment.

“i was talking with guests” she said, trying to sound at least a bit happy.

“you’re going to be a great hostess, aren’t she?” he laughed again, holding her wrist tighter. “i didn’t saw you dancing tonight, we have to change this” he said.

normally she would agree to this without saying a word, but she couldn’t look at daemon the same, knowing that he was now her husband. she wanted to act like always, but she felt disgusted all evening.

“you’re barely standing, are you sure you want to dance?”

“honey, i’m perfectly fine now and i would be perfectly fine during our wedding night” he said the last sentence with a seductive tone, which made angel imagine all the things she didn’t want to see. it made her stomach hurt, and without warning, she vomited everything on daemon’s robe.

she really wasn’t ready for this marriage. what have you done viserys?

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✧. ┊so let me know how you liked this one!

[mesillusionssousecstasy]

House of the dragon 2x07 : Review

Come on "The Dragon came to him". It's no realistic. That cannot be the only explanation.

What's happening between Lord Jasper and Lord Larys? They don't want to deliver the news to Aemond.

What's happening with Jace?

More views of Harrenhal.

Lord Oscar Tully is good, very good.

What's happening with Daemon again?

Again the black goat? in Harrenhal. It cannot be a coincidence.

Again Daemon's having dreams.

OMG Aegon is so badly hurt. He looks like Viserys a lot.

Is Aegon wearing Helaena's tunic? The one she was embroidering.

Again the futur and little Kings.

Strange story with Rhaena. Is she supposed to be Neddles.

Interesting conversation between Jace and Rhaenyra.

Hugh is the brother of Viserys and Daemon? WTF. His daughter is dead.

Now, it's so easy to leave King's lading?

Alicent's path on going mad? Is Alicent la dame du Lac (like in Arthur and the knight of the round table.

Can you imagine all the bastards the Targayen have fathered.

I love the caretakers of Dragonstone saying "Dragon are the last magic of old Valyria in this sad world." It's very important.

I love Rhaenyra's new gown dress.

Interesting Rhaenyra can control Vermithor? She can call him.

She can talk to other dragons?

Vermithor likes them cooked. hahah.

It's savage to claim a dragon.

Poor Silverwings.

Vhagar is a old dinosaur.

Aemond can almost not control Vhagar.

Finally, the episode was very slow.

What happened to Ser Alfred Broome? He hasn't come to Harrenhal yet?

[misguidedasgardian]

hello! hope your day was well and the watching of the season finale was fun.

here is my rant for this episode lol. i always look forward to your commentary!!

> to start: not jace acting as if ulf and hugh were just regular everyday bastards like no bud, they are targaryen bastards (or at least i think ulf is, hugh confirmed he is). like had their moms been married and had them, they'd have a high claim than both him and his mom. and the projecting is crazy, like baela said, get it together and stand by your mom bro, you have uno jobs.

> daemon is literally a crazy man, like crazier than me on a normal everyday average day.

> also, if we went based on how the succession should've gone, plenty of people have a high claim to the throne like rhaenyra did (baela/rhaena through rhaenys). like many people have the means to challenge her, they just dont have the energy (thanks jaehaerys for not liking women??)

> aemond i swear is a woman beater. like if he is willing to lay a hand upon his sister...imagine if he had a wife and the way he talks down to his mom and helaena is oooo, i'd have him smacked silly. like im so glad alicent interceded for helaena because ... he just lost his damn mind.

> alicent is lowkey wishing she had to put up with aegon at this point (everyone is wishing the same lol)

> gwayne clocking cole was gold and criston cole's smartest line by far was something along the lines of: "perhaps all men are corrupt and perhaps honor blows away like mist in the morning." it kind of goes hand in hand with the quote from game of thrones that's something like "there's a beast in every man and he stirs when a sword is put in his face."

> didn't know we were wrestling in mud today and Tyland is as confused as me every episode.

> the acting kills me every time like no offense because i know i couldn't do better, but like the first episode of game of thrones had better acting like its good in this show but not the best like i swear sometimes they talk like robots or like theyre explaining the plot to us (which alicent did for no reason towards the end like just be evil to be evil. women can be evil too they don't always have to be kind and submissive.)

> these characters have become so unlikeable that i have to dig deep to find ones i like.

> ulf has no table manners and not everyone mentioning they aren't of noble birth but like technically, they are like they're as much royal as jace the only difference is his mom kept him and his grandfather allowed it so he should count his blessings.

> alys is carrying and she makes daemon more likeable and i rather watch them and their friendship than daemon and rhaenyra's weird codependency daddy issue relationship (they are making me hate targcest. matter of fact, all the targayens are making me hate everything about them.)

> helaena gets my cheers because she told aemond who was boss and stuck it to him and proved she has a voice and just chooses when to use it. like im betting she wishes aegon was better because at least he was moldable unlike aemond like you could manipulate aegon to do what you wanted. aemond is a lose cannon that needs to be put out.

> corlys without rhaenys is making me ill because he doesnt care that he abandoned his kids, alyn and addam to start a whole new family and left them to fend for themselves as kids like finish what you started. im sick of seeing bastards left and right and watching their families move on without them like finish what yous started if you can!!

> rhaena's safari quest is like watching an ad for something like if i see her quest again, i might cry.

> season 2= story with no plot

sorry for the essay friend, i feel bad every time you respond to it because its so long, but hey, its the last episode so the rants can become shorter now and less time consuming!!

p.s> otto being locked in a tower when everyone is trying to reach him is so funny.

It's fine, I feel like we all got so much to say, we are so confused, angry, sad, Idk what I'm feeling anymore

>You know what? I'm with Jace on this. Rhaenyra said it herself "they think we are closer to gods than to men, but they say that because of our dragons, without them we are like everyone else", then let's go to Jace, who realises he is a bastards on a very early age, think about the fact that the only way to comfort him, is Rhaenyra assuring him that "you are a Targaryen, that's all that matters", and the only "legitimization" he had was his blood, the fact that he (a bastard) could ride Dragons THAT ONE WAS HATCHED TO HIM ON HIS CRIB, then a war breaks out because of the usurpation, which one of its many "justifications", is that Rhenyra "has no true heirs", and his bastarcy had been called out MANY TIMES BY MANY IMPORTANT PEOPLE, and then.... AND THEN HE SEES THIS "COLLECTION" of bastards like him who can also ride dragons? So yeah, I'd be bitter too, and super insecure, because bastards get KILLED in this world, but I also see your point, but the fact that two of them had the white hair that he does not? dang

>Daemon... yesh, whatever makes you sleep at night dude, like, if you needed an Ayahuasca trip to come to the realisation that you need to support your wife... go for it my dude jejeje,whatever ticklled your fancy JAJAJA

>Yeah but that fizzles because of Viserys was made king... so... no point on resurfacing Rhaenys' claim

>I said it before... they DESTROYED their character, I thought his family was going to be what makes him a great villain, an antagonist even, I DO IT FOR MY FAMILY FOR MY MOTHER WHO DEFENDED ME AND MY SISTER WHO IS AN INNOCENT, why couldn't they keep that in? like in S1E9? it makes it much more attractive, and powerful AND LIKEABLE. I LIKED HIM IN SEASON ONE! i found him such an interesting character! where that was left, idk.

>Alicent is just... incoherent, madder then tripping Daemon

>I found that scene useless and boring, and??? like... why? why there? it was like, they filmed it, they made Criston say some "good" lines (?) and then they didn't know where to put the scene so they just threw it somewhere not to waste it? Why he is recriminating him about fucking his sister (IN FRONT OF EVERYONE? DUMB C*NT) NOW? now after like four chapters since we know him? (and he found out) no sense

>Like I said, they cut out two chapters, so m guess is that it was part of something THAT MADE MORE FUCKING SENSE? hahaha I found it weirdly likeable (more at the end)

>I have nothing to say about the actors actually, they are fine to watch I guess, they are victims on this

>They have nobody sacred, they destroyed Alicent, BUTCHERED Aemond, (because despite what TG has to say... TEAM GREENS ARE THE VILLAINS DUDE (in the books), and they manage in season one to actually have fans that are TG!!! and people who enjoyed their characters!!! I could get behind cult Alicent, because she had nothing else so she turned to the gods, so, I guess that's fine BUT ITS NOT FINE BECAUSE IT WAS FOR NOTHING???

They made TB boring and indecisive, butchering them too?? BORING, IDK, if I was Rhaenyra, Alicent would have been DEAD to me the second I realized what happened... specially after she tortured me, diminished me, bullied me, and put my BABIES in risk for all those years... BUT SHE IS WORTH A LIFE-RISKING TRIP FOR? the septa scene was just straight out of a PARODY (calling it fanfiction is an insult to us) and jsut not speak about this last encounter (GO NYRA, MOCK HER, SCOFF AT HER), but what the writters did to them both, is a crime punished by the gods

>Ulf, I don't even want to talk about that clown, I hate him, but Nyra c'mon, what did you expect?

>I have little thoughts about Alys... I really thought they were going to take her character in a complete different direction, Idk how to feel about her, I like that she could be like a "grey" character, like a Loki of some sorts, like "the end justifies the means", yes I'm going to mentally torture you for weeks, only to make you come to the realisation that you must protect and fight for your wife, like, thanks I guess? jejejeje I'm intrigued of what are they going to do with Aemond and Alys... those trips are going to be... DIABOLICAL hahahaha

>Yes I agree, if they had placed ONE scene with Helaena visiting Aegon... she would have been my top three favorite characters in the season, definitely, what Phia has done with her character (WITH SO LITTLE) makes her worthy of a FUCKING OSCAR, and GRRM said it himself, she is one of the characters who he liked more portrayed then in his own writting so, yeah, PUT HIM ON HIS PLACEEEEE, she was like "fuck around and find outttt" hahah

>Yeah, I thought Corlys was going to pull trough this as a decent man, but what he had done and will do? motherfucker, that's all I have to say, you did not deserve Rhaenys, nor those kids, and his house will collapse in front of hiseyes. (I hope they give Addam the place of his brother in the story taking the lead on House Velaryon) Corlys (like Otto) deserve everything that's coming their way, I wrote it on HOTW, he and Otto sank their teeth into a Targaryen of their choice, and they ripped them apart.

>Yeah, Daemon in Harrenhal all over again, It doesn't help that I don't like her at all, look, I'm not the prettiest doll in the store, but I don't like to "watch her", and thinking about what will happen in the Essos crossing, adding to the fact that she will claim a dragon, infuriates me and hasn't even happened yet, she is behaving like a spoiled brat and just... she bores me, Daemon I get it... (FOR SOCIAL REASONS I'M KIDDING), Baela is hanging by a thread, they must give her something to do besides having scenes with Jace. I enjoyed her scene in moondancer, but like the Rhaenys' scene... was for shock value, and not that important to the plot...

>This was all over the place, I just keep writing and writing this and something else always comes up

You know what? i was so fucking angry, about to go to bed angry, and this actually helped me to "put my idead in order", I really hope you can read this noonie! really, I was all over the place, and this somehow soothed me.

HAHAHA Otto! where is he? can't imagine where... he said he was going to the Tyrells? so I don't know who he could have crossed on his way there since they send Tyland to Essos (in the leaks they say it was gonna be him dealing with the triarchy). I enjoyed that part, they gave the triarchy faces, and that gives them a depth that... I weirdly liked.

MUAHAHA

[horizon-verizon]

Imagine saying Visenya would hate Jace, Luke, and Joffrey because they’re bastards meanwhile Visenya was raised with and fought beside her own dark-haired bastard brother, Orys Baratheon, who served as the first hand of the king and was given a noble title despite Westerosi prejudices.

Maegor was very likely conceived with sorcery, Visenya would have understood Rhaenyra’s plight and likely would have helped her conceive with the same magic.

Response to this post/reblogs.

Like I said in this post, Visenya's marriage--though accepted after they won by conquest--wouldn't have been totally seen as valid to many in Westeros before the Conquest. Because neither religion--old gods or the Seven--accept polygamy. If Visenya had any reluctance for these boys, it'll be from a place of pragmatism and bc so I don't think she'd actually develop a lasting prejudice against them. She has the option to hide their paternity as other real and fictional nobles/royals keep the knowledge of the paternity of some people within heir house/family for political benefit or to avoid political loss.

That last part is intriguing. Idk if its 100% confirmed in canon--bc there's always the chance of purposeful or resentful slander--that she actually used magic to conceive Maegor, but I like it and we're going with it. If true,I think that for the purpose of promulgating their line through one of the only Targs left (Rhaenyra, Daemon, Viserys, Rhaenys...the greens, like I said in my reblog, are too suspicious of a clan bc of that pesky Alicent/Otto Hightower connection) she'd make sure Rhaenyra had "Valyrian-looking" kids. Not because she felt some type of way if they didn't, but it would make things socially easier. (yes, I still don't personally care abt their features, they are Rhaenyra's sons which is how Visenya could also rationalize putting all that work in)

Again, she was pragmatic, and it's more pragmatic to have Valyrian looking children even if they weren't Laenor's. That doesn't mean that she'd hate those kids that weren't "Valyrian-looking", I'd hardly think she'd hate Alysanne, Alyssa, etc. for not looking "typically" Targayen.

It's entirely possible that yes, there be some emotion in her motives with doing this as well, since she and Aegon developed a distance after Rhaenys died. Or not. 🤷🏻‍♂️. She might have differentiated their experiences with husband's "disinterest". (And they were different, the orig trio were their own unique thing and after Rhaenys side it seemed like it jsut never could be the same again; while Rhaenyra-Laenor are not sa love match at all nor a match of shared ambition and aspiration, even if one of respect and care)

[the-djarin-clan]

*Alicent starts talking*

Daemon represents me:

[letsasoiaftogether]

AEMOND TARGARYEN

(For Anon who wanted something doing with Aemond “One Eye” Targaryen and the daughter to Rhaenyra Targaryen - FINALLY I got to do something with the Dance of the Dragons. CAUSE LIKE I’ve been wanting to write more for the history of House Targaryen for YEARS! :D)

IMAGINE....you’re the daughter to Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, the niece to Aemond “One Eyed” Targaryen, and you love your Uncle.

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“Aemond...we’re at war! We’re on opposite sides! You want my mother dead just as much as she wants you dead!” You couldn’t help but cry out to him the moment the two of you had slipped off your respective dragons and crashed into each other’s arms.

You were in a secluded piece of land in the Stormlands, not far off from Dorne. It had been your place, yours and Aemond’s, since the two of you were old enough to ride away from King’s Landing and Dragonstone without the company of others. It was a bad idea for the both of you; all it would take was someone from either side of the war discovering where you had gone and following you. Your mother or step-father could attack Aemond while he wasn’t looking, or King Aegon could have you attacked while you were focused on your lover (and Uncle). It was such a stupid idea, but you hadn’t hesitated when you had received that secret letter in the same manner you had been receiving letters from your mother’s younger brother for going on five years. You could never deny Aemond One-Eye.

“Please, we can end this conflict. You and I...we can find a way. I know we can!” you added, your nails digging into the sleeve of Aemond’s shirt, stopped from scratching his skin by the chain mail that lied beneath the fancy fabric. 

Aemond smiled, sadly, and cupped your face. Leaning down to capture your lips, he held you close and kissed you so sweetly for several long moments before he pulled back and closed his eyes. His forehead resting on yours. His hands rested loosely on your hips. “There is no ending it. Rhaenyra and Aegon both have a claim, and both will fight until the other is dead. Besides…” 

He didn't continue, but you didn’t need him to.

There had been too much death. There had been too many insults and too much bad blood for their family to back down and sue for peace now.

“Daemon has called you to Harrenhal…” You barely managed to say as tears slipped down your cheeks. Your Step-Father (and great Uncle) was a monster in the eyes of many; he was brutal, he didn’t shy away from violence. He would do whatever was necessary to bring about your mother’s desires. “You don't have to go, Aemond. You can ignore him. Fight another day.” You pleaded, clutching his hands as if that alone would keep him there with you.

That arrogant smile that so many of House Targaryen possessed slowly tugged onto Aemond’s lips as he opened his one eye and took a step back. “Y/n,” he murmured as he unhooked the chain he had worn around his neck for as long as you could remember. “You are the dragon fire in my lungs. As much as I support my brother’s claim to my Father’s throne, I wish this war had never touched your beautiful face.” swiftly, he slipped the chain around your neck and sighed, “A dragon never truly dies. We have the fires of eternity awaiting for us in the beyond. Shall I die this day, know we will be together again soon.”

“Aemond.” you sobbed as he captured your lips with his own once more, this time desperate as the two of you clung to each other for what (unknown to the two of you) would be the very last time. “I love you. Please don't leave me alone in this world.”

“I will always be with you.”

Aemond the Kinslayer, Aemond One-Eyed, Aemond Targayen. Some saw him as rash, and he was most certainly dangerous with a blade despite only having one eye. He was quick to temper more often than not and he was slow to forgive. But he had always been gentle with you, always adoring of you and showering you with love and gifts that was rarely seen from him. 

Not many in history would remember him, but that night as you received news about his death you were comforted with the fact that you would remember him, and the life the Prince had unknowingly left inside of you would know the man his father of - would know how much Prince Aemond loved his family. And that he died trying to bring some sort of peace back to the realm and to House Targaryen. 

[the-desilittle-bird]

A part 2 for Never Yours in the works? 🙏🏼😂

AN- And Yes! I am alive. Sorry for going on a hold but I had some existential crisis over my writing skills. And even now, I feel that this piece is not good enough.

Also, I have added a few more characters. So, have a look and if anyone wants to request something then go ahead. Also all the requests I already have in my inbox will be posted soon.

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The Dragon of North

Daemon Targaryen x Niece!Reader;

Cregan Stark x Wife!Reader

Part 1

Summary- And all begins to fallout as the Dance begins to start...

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Warnings- Westeros politics and Daemon being himself

GIF Credits to @thequeenwechoose

Staying in the King's Landing never felt more discomforting than now for (Y/N). It had been near to two full weeks that she, along with her family, resided in the Maegor's Keep and to avoid both her sister and her former lover was becoming next to impossible.

Cregan had noticed, and queried time and again, every passing night as to what ails her; what makes her disappear in thin air when either of her sister or uncle appears in the sight.

(Y/N) wanted to tell him all as it is. The truth. But she knew what would happen if the truth came out. Her family will break as the poison of doubt will creep gradually; sinking its teeth deep into Cregan's mind.

The princess turned when she heard the sound of her name, Alicent held a soft smile as she sipped on her tea, the sun casting a bright glow on her face, accentuating her features a bit; but Alicent was a pretty lady from the beginning, sometimes making the princess envious of her, but their beauties were also different.

"Yes, my queen?" She replied in a light voice, her eyes drifting of to where Aemma conversed with Aemond while Daemon and Viserys played with the eldest son of Alicent; the firstborn son her father and the king.

"I was wishing to speak to you about a proposal," the Queen says calmly, twisting to face the Lady of the North, who does the same once she realizes that whatever is about to come is important, if not urgent.

"Aemond and Aemma makes a good pair."

(Y/N) turned to glance at her child; her eldest daughter. Her dark hair where braided back in a loose Northern braid, keeping the tresses away from her grey eyes which resembled her father's. Aemma was the representation of her paternal house; the Northern beauty residing in each single feature of her.

"I understand what you speak of, my queen. But this decision is not only mine to make," the mother of six said gently, her violet eyes genuine just as her smile as she gave the Queen's hand a comforting squeeze.

"Of course, my princess. Lord Cregan has every right to own about the matters of his daughter's betrothal," Alicent said with a soft, polite smile, returning her gaze back to the place where their children played in harmony.

Bran and Allaric were in the nursery which belonged to (Y/N) when she was a baby. The entire decor had been based on the colours of her house; red and black with dragon motifs here and there.

"My queen, if you don't mind, can I leave? I should go and find my lord husband," (Y/N) said, leaving the comforts of the cushioned chair to see where her husband is. "Of course, I have no issues, my lady."

With a polite bow of her head, the Dragon of the North strided confidently in the direction of the Small Council's chamber. She had a vague idea that Cregan would be discussing the upcoming winter and trades with her father and the Hand.

Taking a turn, a hand clasped over her mouth, dragging her to a dark corner while she withered violently, trying to escape from the death grip on her waist.

"Easy, zaldrīzes." (dragon)

The hand from her mouth was removed and (Y/N) turned to meet the identical violet eyes of her uncle. His hand still held her waist while the empty one cupped the side of her neck, caressing like lulling her to a sweet sleep.

"Skoriot naejot, ñuha zaldrītsos?" (Where to, my little dragon) He whispered, his breath caressing the skin stretching over her cheeks, warming it delightfully. His hand from her waist traveled up to her cheek, soft yet firm in its place, just as she remembered.

"Cregan might be in the Small Council's chamber," she whispered back, her eyes taking him in slowly, biting her lips as the moments spent in intimacy fogged her mind; outweighing her better judgment of just pulling away.

"Kostagon ao daor emagon iā moment syt aōha kepus?" (Can you not have a moment for your uncle?) He asked, his blonde hair caressing her ears delicately. He had always took pride in his long hair, always caring for it just as he did for Caraxes.

Before (Y/N) could speak of anything, the distant voice of her husband made her step away; her breath heavy and deep as she tried to compose herself.

Daemon ran his hand through his long hair, eyes darkening with frustration as a scowl appeared on his face; definitely not at all happy with the spell of the moment being broken.

"My love," the dragon princess found herself greeting her husband with a small smile, her hand slipping into his larger one as he leaned down for a kiss on her cheek, a silent whisper caressing the skin: "my dragon".

"Young love."

The scoff from Daemon was hardly concealed by the fake cough of his, but his act was only rewarded by his weak brother before the king turned to his daughter and good son; the Lord and Lady of Winterfell.

"I hope your discussions were pleasant," the lady said with a small smile; doing her best to make a short conversation before departing for her chambers in the considerably quiet wing of the Maegor's Keep.

"Indeed, my lady. This winter would be easier with the aids our king promises to provide," Cregan admitted, squeezing their intertwined hands in a soft way of reassurance. His grey gaze caressed her face softly; like the most expensive silk on a skin.

"I am glad we could help, my lord," Viserys said with a smile before a fit of coughs embraced him. Leaning heavily on the wall, the king tried to suppress the heavy coughing but to no avail would it go.

"Call the maester," Daemon ordered, rushing to his brother's side as he softly helped his brother upward while (Y/N) rubbed her father's back in an attempt to comfort him, but it seemed that nothing worked.

"(Y/N), you go, I shall see to it that he is well."

"But kepus-"

"-Go."

"Queen Alicent proposed something to me today."

The Wolf Lord looks up from the book he acquired from the Royal Library. The extensive collection of rare and precious books enabled him to find some which one could never find in the North; and being the husband of the Dragon Princess, nobody would deny him the books.

"And what did she propose?"

His features softened as he watched her dear wife with a keen eye. Her platinum blonde hair cascaded down her back in perfect soft curls; her violet eyes soft and unwavering as she glanced at him through mirror while combing the last of her tresses.

"She wishes for Aemma to be betrothed to Aemond. A way to unite our houses," (Y/N) said, standing up from the vanity as she softly made her way to their shared bed.

"Unite the North to the Crown or unite you with her family?" Cregan queried, placing the book down on his side as his lady wife crawled to him. "I am not sure," she hummed, situating her face on his chest while his hands came in contact with her soft locks of snow.

"Then let us not dwell on it yet."

[the-desilittle-bird]

Author's Note- Sorry for late update but exams got me busy.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

The White Dragon

I Have Seen (Chapter 2)

Summary- Proposal of marriage between Aerea and Cregan has been spelled out and a friendly sparring follows

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Warnings- Mentions of Arranged Marriage, Westrosi Things, Fencing.

Chapter 1 Chapter 3

"I have seen you and Princess engage in conversation at the day of the feast, my lord," Otto said, his eyes watching the wolf lord who sat in front of him. Alicent sat next to her father, watching Cregan with cautious eyes.

"I would like to assure you that it was nothing related to any betrothal," Cregan replied, his mind trying to find a way out of this increasingly awkward conversation. "We have been made aware of that, my lord."

Cregan was suddenly realizing the intentions of the Hightower Lord and the Queen as to why they pressured Cregan into thinking at the first place. Cregan was, after all, the Lord of a Great House of the Seven Kingdoms and the Targaryens were on the verge of a war between two proportions of the dragons.

"Is it what the princess desires?" Cregan asked, watching with interest as Otto looked on the verge of losing his patience. "The princess has approved of the betrothal, if you approve of it, my lord," Alicent said, her fingers playing with the skirt of her gown.

"Who else has been deemed worthy of the hand of Princess Aerea?" The Wolf Lord queried, leaning in. "Lord Baratheon and..." Otto hesitated to say the name of his second grandson, as he was aware of the disgust people felt towards the incestuous marriages in the Targaryen House.

"And, my lord?" Cregan toyed, sadisticaly, enjoying the look on the Lord's face. "And my son, my lord. Aemond Targaryen," Alicent said, making Cregan nod, humming as his mind processed and formulated a plan.

"May I speak to princess beforehand? If you have no offense, My Queen," Cregan asked, his eyes trained at the green queen. Alicent glanced at his father before looking at Cregan, giving him a small nod.

"You will find her in the training grounds, my lord," Alicent informed Cregan who nodded his gratitude before departing. His shoulders squared as he walked straight towards the training grounds.

Usually filled with dozens of guards and young lords and knights, stood empty in front of Cregan's stormy eyes except for two guards guarding the entrance. "I wish to see the princess. On queen's order."

The guards spared a look before nodding, letting the Wolf Lord walk in. The ground was completely silent except for the sound of a steady breathing. The voice of an arrow hitting something solid echoed through the large span of earth's surface.

Princess Aerea stood a few feet away from the wooden target. Three arrows already attached to the target; two around the bullseye and one right on it. Her posture remained firm as she calculated another arrow's path through the air.

She wore a black leather tunic she usually wore for dragon riding. A red dragon stitched on its back. Aerea paired the tunic with black pants, and dark brown boots. Her silver hair firmly set in a bun, keeping the strands away from her face.

Her hands let the arrow go skillfully. Time slowed down as Cregan watched the arrow flew through the air and split the arrow on the bullseye into half. Cregan smirked, slowly raising his hand to clap.

Aerea turned around, surprised. Her violet eyes widened as she found the wolf lord clapping. A light shade of red flushed her face as she looked around with a shy smile. Her fingers caressed the bow to comfort herself.

"Lord Stark," she nodded with a smile. "Princess Aerea, your skills are amazing," Cregan gestured to the target, letting his face soften. "Thank you, my lord. This is all due to my uncle Daemon," Aerea said, her eyes watched as the lord moved closer, yet keeping an appropriate distance.

"I see, he has taught you well, my princess," Cregan commented before turning to face the princess of the realm. "I am here to address an important topic," he continued, his voice firm and unwavering. His hands clasped behind his back, giving him a regal posture.

"I suppose my mother and grandsire has spoken to about..." Aerea left the sentence incomplete, instead, deciding to fiddle with the string of her special bow.

Cregan nodded, his eyes moving to the sword hanging around her waist. "Do you wield sword?" Cregan asked, amused. "Yes, my lord," Aerea smirked, her fingers reached for the dragon shaped pommel. "Would you mind?" He continued to ask, walking casually to a sword lying in the corner.

"I must admit, I am terrifically fantastic, my lord. I hope you don't have a fragile ego," Aerea mocked, unsheathing her sword and letting her body and mind take over, as her uncle had told her. "Then it would be interesting."

Cregan studied the lady before striking first, his movement rough yet fast; but Aerea was even faster. With her elegant moves and quick mind, she dodged every attack landed by the lord, coming up with hers when an opportunity arisen.

"Why did you agree to our betrothal?" Cregan went to attack her left side, but Aerea was smart enough to sense it and block it with her sword. "Why wouldn't I? I wish to leave this place and what other way except for to marry someone."

Aerea ducked underneath Cregan's hand as he raise his sword to attack her. She went for his legs but Cregan quickly stepped back, letting his sword touch hers in mocking.

"Why not someone else?" Cregan stepped back, taking a deep breath. He had surely not anticipated this sort of fight from a princess of the realm. "Why marry someone you don't know?" Aerea huffed, her breath uneven.

"Why not your brother?" Cregan moved his sword and tried to land an attack on Aerea's left leg, succeeding partially as he caught her off guard by his question. Aerea stepped back to avoid the lord's sword but she stumbled back, falling on the ground.

"Not him. At no cost," Aerea whimpered, shaking her head as she looked up. Cregan could spot the faint fear in her deep and beautiful eyes. Her face neutralizing from her usual smiling face.

"What shall I get in return?" Cregan asked, offering the dragon princess a hand to help her stand up. "Whatsoever you wish for, my lord," Aerea said, letting her small hand slip into his larger ones.

"I will let you know when the times come then, princess."

[the-desilittle-bird]

Author's Note- My first series in Tumblr and it is HOTD based! So, a lot of things are built up in the universe and some characters are aged up while others are aged down. Cregan is aged up, so in the main timeline he will be around 28-29. Viserys death is slightly delayed but I don't think you will feel any difference.

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The White Dragon

-On Hold

Introduction and Masterlist

Cregan Stark x Targaryen!OC;

Dark!Aemond Targaryen x OC

"The City was his, to do with as he wished. The northman had taken it without drawing a sword or loosing an arrow. Be they King's men or queen's men, stormlanders or seahorses,  riverlords or gutter knighs, highborn or low, common soldiers deferred to him as if they had been born to his service."

- Written by Eustace

Tears in eyes yet relief in mind. It was a foreign feeling as leaving home and arriving home fused into one. Chest felt heavy with the weight of new responsibilities but also light from the escape of the prison named Red Keep.

It seemed a new beginning for the dragon lady, only it wasn't. For a Mad & Cruel Dragon flew above her head, hidden in the clouds of joy and relief, watching her as a predator ready to sink its claw into her neck.

The snow land of the Seven Kingdoms was welcoming their third Lady while the Wolf Lord stood in the background, thinking of the curse which seem to follow him. The curse of being eternally lone.

In the middle of this was the White Dragon, the daughter of the once heir of the throne; and the blood to the fire to one while the comfort of sun in a winter day to other.

While Ice & Fire Clashed, The Snow Dragon Danced.

Warnings- Established Relationships, Dark!Aemond, Attempt of R*pe, Harassment (both sexual and mental), Implied S*x, Curse Words, Violence, Westrosi type... acts(?), Incest (Targaryens). If any other warning have not been listed here, then do let me know.

The Beginning of All (Prologue)

• Under the Candle Light (Chapter 1)

• I Have Seen (Chapter 2)

• Let It Be Known (Chapter 3)

• Darker Than Night (Chapter 4)

• Dance of the Dragons (Chapter 5)

• Burning The Dragon (Chapter 6)

• Close Were They (Chapter 7)

• The Future Awaits (Chapter 8)

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[the-desilittle-bird]

Author's Note- The Prologue is out! I hope you all like it, and I swear it will get better with each chapter. Also I have decided how will be playing Aerea Targaryen and Cregan Stark. Will try finding Jessica and Sara as soon as possible. If anyone has any ideas (both regarding the faceclaims and the story) can contact me.

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The White Dragon

The Beginning of All (Prologue)

Chapter Summary- The Name Day of the Dragon Princess was here, and it started with an unusual dream. How will the day be and what all will be new in the end of it?

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Warnings- Implication of Bullying, Mentions of Deaths, Arrange Marriage and Westrosi Things

Masterlist Chapter 1

The land was covered in white, snow crunching under the paws of the northern predator as it approached the mountain of something white and silvery. His dark furs a contrast to the white surroundings. His golden eyes trained on the moving mountain of snow which went up and down.

The gorgeous and mystical being could sense the direwolf near her; and the moving beneath her wing made her sigh with content. She moved her wings a bit, the snow freezing above her breaking and falling down on the ground.

Gold met sapphire; ice met fire. The dragon lifted her wing, letting her offspring run towards their father. As unusual at it looked, the dragon was mated to the king of the northern woods. Royals of the fire met the royalty of ice.

The dragon bowed in front of the wolf, placing her head on the snow covered lands. The wolf let his children smell him while he walked closer to the snow dragon, nuzzling his face on her snout.

Aerea shot up in her bed, perspiration beading her forehead, as she clinched the red, silk bedsheets. Her breath heavy as she looked around with wide eyes. Her silver hair sticking to her wet skin of head and shoulders.

It was not new for Aerea to dream prophecies when she closed her eyes to let the world fade away. But the feeling left afterwards were never this intense. Never since she dreamt an one-eyed dragon flying in the red and golden sky. It was only after two days that her younger brother lost his left eye to their nephew Lucerys.

Aerea hated Jacaerys and Aegon, for they always teased her about her shy dragon. Little Lucerys would always be close to her, attached to the hip while Aemond... well, Aemond always saw Aerea as his.

He would spend as much time as he could with her. May it be reading books or just sitting in pure silence; they were close until Aemond was injured for his entire life and Aerea was coming of age.

In present, Aerea was twenty name days old with Aemond standing at eight and ten name days; with absolute no attachment on the princess' part. Though the same could not be said for the second son of the king.

Aemond had grown an unhealthy obsession with his elder sister. In his mind, she was his. His to protect, love and ravish...

The door to Aerea's chamber opened suddenly, making the princess jump in surprise. Her handmaiden, a beautiful lady with hair as red as fire, named Jessica strided in with a huge grin.

"Happy name day, princess," she chirped, placing something on the chair near the fireplace. "Thank you, Jessica. Though there is nothing happy about it," Aerea muttered with a sigh, making the lady frown.

"Why, princess? Aren't you excited for the feast tonight?" She asked, stepping near the princess. "The feast might be held in my honor," Aerea started, getting off the bed and walking to the balcony which overlooked the entire King's Landing. "But the objective behind it terrifies me."

"The objective?" Jessica asked, joining the princess. "I reached the age to marry four summers ago, and yet, no men stayed in my presence for more than a few moments. Grandfather is growing restless, which may mean that soon, I shall be betrothed to someone not of my liking."

The handmaiden of the young princess blinked blankly, nodding as she understood the princess' situation. "Who do you think you shall be married off to?" Jessica queried as she watched Aerea move back to her room, walking to the beautiful dress she brought for the princess to wear.

"I have no idea as to who all her the suitors. But the highest bidder will be given my hand in marriage," Aerea said with a sigh, her hand caressing the green dress. Jessica hummed, hugging the princess from back.

"Whosoever it will be, I will be with you forever."

Cregan observed, from near the river bank, the towering Red Keep. Even from a great distance, the tall fort was clearly visible. According to the raven Cregan received two moons ago, today the youngest princess' betrothal was supposed to be discussed and all the eligible lords were supposed to be there.

As much as Cregan wished not to be here, he had to. His was a widower with two wives who left him to join the Old Gods. Perhaps he was cursed by someone; or just karma for killing his uncle.

"Thinking much again, are we?" Came the voice of the Lone Wolf's sister, Sara. Cregan looked up and offered Sara a smile, shaking his head. "You know that any woman would swoon over you, brother," Sara commented with a soft smile.

"I would prefer if the princess doesn't," he muttered under his breath, hoping Sara won't catch it, but she did. "Why do you think that?" Sara whined like a child, making Cregan smile lightly. "Because I don't want to destroy a princess' life. Also, she is accustomed to summer, the North would be too much for her."

"How considerate, brother Cregan!" Sara exclaimed sarcastically. Cregan ignored the comment, letting it slip like always. He stood up, looking at his scattered men. "It is time we set off to the King's Landing," boomed Cregan's voice, making everyone work in frenzy.

Cregan looked back at pristine water of the river, praying for the best to happen in the future. For both the Wolf Lord and the Dragon Princess.

[the-desilittle-bird]

Author's Note- The First Chapter is here guys! Hope you are liking this. The next few chapters will be posted a but late due to my exams. But until the next one.

Thank You and Enjoy your reading!

The White Dragon

Under The Candle Light (Chapter 1)

Summary- Sometimes, unexpected people meet at an unexpected time and a conversation flourish.

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Warnings- S*xual Harassment, Dark!Aemond, Arrange Marriage, Westrosi Things.

Prologue Chapter 2

The hall was alive with conversations and music. The decorations presented in the various shades of green and black with hints of golden. Gardenias were a major part to decorate the House tables and the table of Honor.

The lords of great houses sat, conversing with each other and sizing the other. All wished to marry the princess for all the benefits it would bring upon that state. The princess was favorite to the Queen and the Hand, which would mean, unlimited favors for the husband to the princess.

Cregan sat on the head of the table, sitting beside his sister and watching the celebration closely. The wine in his cup was left untouched except for the single sip, after which the Northern Lord deemed it not strong enough to drink.

A moment after, the soft sound of music stopped, following the conversations. Cregan looked up from the conversation with his sister to find all looking at the royal family. They truly looked royal in their fine silks and expensive jewelry but it was their expressions which intrigued Cregan most.

King Viserys and Queen Alicent looked regal standing together but Cregan could see no love or affection between the pair. Only a duty to the Crown and each other binded them in the fragile relationship of husband and wife.

The princess followed her parents, her hand around her eldest brother's elbow. Aerea held a smile but yet a thin layer of caution followed her. On the other hand, Aegon looked already drunk, with his clumsy and miscalculated steps.

The emerald gown fitted the princess perfectly. The bodice decorated with floral design in the rich colour of gold. The sleeves long and loose at the end. The dress showed a great amount of collarbone and neck, only to entice great lords.

The gold choker with emerald fitted into them wrapped around her sensitive neck, with matching earrings hanging down her ears. Her silver hair pinned into a bun with a few strands framing her beautiful face.

Her makeup kept to minimum, except for the bold red lipstick painting her plump lip. Her blue eyes gleaming in the candle light.

The feast started with a small speech by the Hand, in the honor of Princess Aerea. The Lords and their sons kept the princess busy with silly stories of their 'achievements', though Aerea could notice their fragile egos speaking, not them.

Aerea observed how none of the Northmen approached her. A rare occurrence but she appreciated it much. Only the sister to the lord had once came to her to wish her well on name day, except for that, the North stayed in the corner only observing, never participating.

"Excuse me, please, my lord," Aerea said, stepping away from the lord she couldn't remember the name of. Making her way out of the crowded hall, Aerea stepped into the balcony which overviewed the Narrow Sea.

The balcony was also decorated by Gardenias and lights, giving it the most romantic essence. The stars shone in the night sky, dancing around the full moon. No sight of clouds, no sight of any obstacles between the sky and the city.

Aerea took in a deep breath, relieving herself a bit after the numerous conversations she had to endure and encourage due to her status as a princess of the Kingdom.

A slight envy coursed through her veins as she thought of her half-sister. She was always their father's favorite child, while they were always neglected by him. She could do whatsoever She wished of, while they had to do what was expected of them.

"I knew I would find you here."

A chill ran down Aerea's spine as she turned around in surprise. All the thoughts of her half-sister were thrown out of the window as she looked at her younger brother, who stood in the moonlight with a menacing smile.

"Ae-Aemond," she shuddered, her eyes wide as she shuddered. Aemond only smirked, his good eye watching the lady with a smile which made the princess' skin crawl . "Happy name day, sister," he whispered, taking a step towards her, making her step back. "Leave me alone," Aerea hissed, her voice weak with fear.

The second son of the King only smiled mockingly, closing the distance between them quickly and gripped her soft wrist into his calloused hands, closing the distance between their bodies.

"Aemond, please," she pleaded, eyes filling up with tears. "A gift for my lovely sister," Aemond whispered, too close to her lips. Before the lady could react or even process the words uttered, Aemond leaned in, kissing the princess against her consent.

Aerea whimpered, trying to push Aemond away but he won't budge; too strong for her to fight. His hands slipped down to her waist, keeping her resisting form close to his, as he devoured her lips as a madman.

Aerea could feel disgust seeping through her bones, making her skin crawl. Tears slipping down her cheeks, staining her cheek. Her attempts to push him away came to success when she kneed him in his precious parts, making him groan in pain.

Aerea ran, faster than she ever had. Her hands gripping on to the emerald skirt of her gown which was crinkled after her withering against her brother's body. She felt betrayed by her family, by the trust she invested in people.

She never had imagined that her first step of intimacy would be forcefully taken from her by her own brother, who was once too dear to her. She could only go to one place after this.

The Godswood.

Cregan cherished the silence of the Godswood, the familiarity and the feeling of home tugged at his heart as he watched the beautiful weirdwood tree. His eyes closed in silent prayer as he bowed his head in respect.

As much as the wolf lord wished to let his mind relax in this secure place, he couldn't do it in this unfamiliar place. His ears picked up on the faint voice of footsteps approaching the Godswood.

With a frown, Cregan stood up, wondering who would come visit this sacred place when a feast such fancy is going on in the place. The wolf lord moved to hide his large form behind a tree, peaking from it like an expert.

His childhood experience of hiding and sneaking on people seem to pay off right at that moment.

The sound of the footsteps stopped, while the sound of sobbing and heavy breathing increased. A figure crouched in front of the holy weirdwood tree.

"Gods above, old and new, those of Old Valyria." Cregan recognized the voice even though he only heard it from far while passing a conversation between the princess and some lord. His eyes fixed on the silver-haired lady as she looked up with swollen and red eyes towards the sky.

"Please release me from this cage. Give me power to fight all the evils and leave this place for peace. Hear my prayers and bless me," Aerea whimpered, her violet eyes pleading the gods to listen to her.

"Please."

The sobs wrecked her body again, making her place her head softly against the ground as she cried. Cried upon her fate; her destiny.

The sound of a twig snapping made Aerea look up in surprise at the intrusion of her peace. Fearing her brother, she crawled back, her eyes tearing up again.

The figure of a rough looking man emerged from behind the tree. His face solemn but his eyes, grey and stromy with hints of concern and sympathy. His long, brown, curls of hair properly styled to stay away from his bearded-face.

"I apologize, your grace," he spoke in an accent she wasn't familiar with. "No... no issues, my lord," Aerea said, quickly standing up and rubbing off the dirt from her fancy green dress.

An awkward silence fell upon the duo as they looked around, trying not to maintain an eye contact. Aerea felt embarrassed of herself being found in such a weakened condition.

"My lord," Aerea started, her eyes pleading at the man who only looked at her blankly. "Please, I request you to not tell about this to a soul. I really request to. Please."

Cregan looked at Aerea with concealed wonder beneath a look of stone. His eyes ran over her face before nodding. "Of course, your grace. You need not to fear about anything," Cregan said, making the princess smile.

"I apologize for asking but who you might be?" Aerea asked shyly, nervously biting her lower lip. "Cregan Stark, my princess," The wolf lord bowed, while on the other day, the princess stood in her place with her jaw hanging low.

"My lord," Aerea dipped into a curtsey, her eyes studying the Lord of Winterfell carefully. "My sincerest apologies to disturb you. You must be trying to find some... peace," she said, making Cregan shake his head in denial.

"It is no problem, your grace." Aerea was grateful for the Lord not mentioning her crying or the prayer to the Gods. "Do you believe in gods, my princess?" Cregan asked after a while of silence, making Aerea beam.

"You can drop the formalities, my lord. Calling me by my name shall suffice me," Aerea said gently, feeling a warm sensation in her stomach as she looked at the rough man from the North. The Leader of the North.

"As for your question, I do believe in God, but which one is an intricate one," Aerea continued, sitting down on the grass near the weirdwood tree. "Why so?" Cregan asked, walking around while keeping a close eye on the dragon princess.

"My mother, the Queen, follows the Seven religiously. So does my siblings, except for Princess Rhaenyra. I have read about the Old Gods and the Gods of Old Valyria and while both intrigue me a lot, it is hard to practice any of them just by looking at few pages. No book can capture the depthness of any emotions attached to a religion. Thus, I find it hard trying to practice any of the two of them. As for the Seven, I don't feel myself devoting inclined towards them."

It was dawning upon Cregan that this princess was not only beautiful, but her intellect was way sharper than most of the highborn ladies he have meet. He looked at the princess in a completely new light, where she was just not a beautiful princess but also an intellectual woman.

The wolf lord nodded, carefully watching as the princess stood up, moving to stand in front of him. The height difference between them was enough to make him look down as she approached.

"It was great to meet you, Lord Stark. Hope you enjoy your stay here," she said politely, her face turning to a slightest shade of red. "I would pray to Gods that you find your betrothed soon, Princess Aerea."

Parting their ways, while the Lord of the North stayed in the Godswood, the Dragon Princess returned to the feast. But both could not completely abandon their shared conversation, going over the words spoken and those left unspoken in their head.

[the-desilittle-bird]

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The White Dragon

Let It Be Known (Chapter 3)

Summary- The world knows and someone unexpected strides out of the shadows...

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Warnings- Threats in Valyrian, Westrosi Things.

Chapter 2 Chapter 4

It would be for good if you tell your father yourself.

Those were Alicent's words as she pushed Aerea and Cregan into Viserys' room, closing the door behind them. The room smelled of the milk of poppy and some other medical herbs and a dozen of incense.

The King laid in his bed, barely awake. His health deteriorating rapidly after a certain fever took its place in his fragile body.

"Kepa," (father) Aerea called softly, sitting beside him on the bed and letting her fingers travel to her father's weakened hands. Viserys opened his eyes and smiled.

"Rhaenyra?"

Cregan looked at Aerea, worried as the king seemed not to recognize his youngest daughter. He watched as Aerea tried to smile, letting her fingers draw circles on the back of his palm, pronouncing her name softly.

His smile fell as realization dawned upon him. His eyes softening a bit as he smiled a little. "Tala, what happened?" (Daughter) he asked, his voice rough yet his soft tone smoothed it enough. "I wished to tell you of my betrothal to Lord Stark, father."

Viserys smiled, squeezing her hand gently with the little strength he had. "Help me... sit up," Viserys said, making Aerea move urgently, helping her father sit up with the help his pillow.

Cregan met Viserys' gaze before bowing his head in respect. "Your Grace, I pray for you a speedy recovery," Cregan said, making Viserys smile. "Thank you, Lord Stark. I will personally announce your betrothal to the court tomorrow, as the traditions suggest."

Cregan and Aerea nodded their heads while Aerea continued her soothing circles on his palm. Her eyes didn't meet his as she kept them looked at the weak hands which were once healthy.

"You have also grown up, my daughter?" Viserys asked, his eyes swimming with tears as Aerea looked up with surprise. "Daughters... they are always the birds, aren't they? Supposed to leave their parents old and weak to spend their lives somewhere else."

Aerea gulped, swallowing down the lump in her throat. "I am not a bird," she whispered before looking up confidently. "I am a dragon. The Dragon."

Viserys smiled, nodding. "Yes, you are," he affirmed. "My Lord, when are you going back to Winterfell?" Viserys asked, his eyes kind. "I stay here for a month only, my king."

"Then let it be known...."

The sick king sat on his throne, the crown made of gold sitting upon his balding head. His eyes had sunken in yet they excluded authority.

"Today, I am here to announce the betrothal of Princess Aerea of House Targaryen to..." Everyone stood with anticipation as the dragon princess moved to stand in the center of the hall.

Proudly dressed in Black and Red, Aerea stood with a smirk as she watched Aemond move with pride but his step was cut short by the booming voice if their father.

"Lord Cregan of House Stark, Lord of Winterfell and the Warden of the North."

A few surprised gasps were followed by loud roar of applause as Cregan moved to stand beside his betrothed, the princess of the realm. Sara was beaming while Aemond glared at the wolf lord.

"Let it be known that the marriage between them shall happen in less than a moon's time," Viserys announced before coughing choked his throat. Maesters were quick on their feet as they escorted him back to his chambers.

In the shadows of the large crowd, Aerea caught the glimpse of particular silver hair which made her smirk widely as she curtsied gracefully beside her soon-to-be husband.

The assembly dismissed themselves, quickly walking out of the hall. Alicent dragged a glaring Aemond out of the hall, much to his dismay. On the other hand Aegon was partially bouncing on his feet to get out of the hall and get drunk, again.

It was only Helaens who thought of congratulating the new pair before slipping away, which gave Sara the opportunity to approach them.

"I am so glad that you shall be my sister soon," the Stark daughter beamed as she embraced the princess who chuckled lightly. "So will I be, Sara " she replied, staying away from the embrace to turn to the figure lurking in the shadows.

"You can come out, uncle. They are trustworthy," she announced loudly as a figure gracefully emerged out of the shadows, making the Northern men's jaw go slack while their lord and sister watched with wide eyes.

"Rijes aōt, jorrāelagon," (Congratulations, dear) their mother tongue echoed around the silent hall as Daemon embraced Aerea tightly, placing a kiss on her cheek. "Kostā rȳ mōrī henujagon bisa dīnagon." (You can at last leave this place)

Aerea smiled proudly as she watched her uncle observe the wolf lord with caution. "Issa nēdenka naejot mīsagon nyke," (He is brave to protect me) Aerea stated with a smirk.

"Ziry sȳrkta sagon, iā kesan nektogon zȳhon jorrāelagon tāemītsos hen," (He better be, or I will cut his dear stick off) Daemon threatened with a smirk while Aerea laughed, shaking her head.

On the other hand, the men belonging from the northern part of the continent looked at the dragon-riders with amazement written on their faces. Aerea could see the gears in their head working as they tried to make out any meaning of the words exchanged.

"I hope you don't mind me stealing your betrothed away, my Lord," Daemon said with a smirk, his hand encircling her waist as she looked at her uncle with amusing eyes. Cregan took in a deep breath, trying not to focus on the hand around his betrothed's waist.

"Of course not, My Prince."

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The White Dragon

Darker Than Night (Chapter 4)

Summary- Secrets are kept behind the heavy walls of the Red Keep...

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Warnings- Steamy and my first start in writing smut, implication of forcing someone for intercourse, Westrosi Things.

Chapter 3 Chapter 5

The Red Keep was always full of secrets. Secrets kept away from the common people, from the nobles and sometimes, from the dragons ruling the continent.

Nights turned the beauty of the towering fort into a scary dance of shadows and secrets. The blazing torched did nothing to the creepiness crawling at the corners, neither could the guards.

Not many dared to walk these corridors after the sun removed itself from the sky and the moon started its reign over the skies with stars bowing to it.

A light moan echoed in the room as Aerea bit on her lower lip as another moan threatened to spill. A hand closed around her throat while other continued to abuse her bosom. Lips brushed against her collarbone, traveling to her ears.

"Dōna prūmia." (Sweetheart)

"Kepus..." (Uncle) Aerea purred, her fingers lacing into the silky silver hair while a groan echoed in her ear. "Ao ȳdra daor gīmigon tolvie run jaelan naejot gaomagon naejot ao, jorrāelagon," (You don't know every thing I want to do to you, dear) he hissed, his tongue darting out of his mouth to lick a strip behind her ear.

"Daemon."

Aemond was restless as well as angry, trying to concentrate his anger and frustration on the blows he landed on the wooden piece which resembled a man.

His hands were adorned with blisters from continuous and rigorous training while his feet hurts like they were tasked to walk from Storm's End to King's Landing.

In his mind, the smiling face of his sister painted itself in a permanent memory and alongside her beautiful and innocent face was that savage lord who snatched her out of his hands. Only if Aemond could kill the Stark Lord and be done with him.

"Aemond?" Called his mother's concerned voice as he turned around, growling like a wounded animal with wide eyes. "What do you want?" He snapped, returning back to blow attacks at the dummy in front.

"You weren't present at the dinner. Why?" She asked, her voice drifting over to him with the breeze which stinged Aemond's hands. "As you can see mother. I am busy training," he grunted as he stabbed at the piece of wood.

Alicent sighed, her shoulders slumping as she watched her dear son lose himself into training after later that day's court. She was aware of his love for her youngest daughter and had somehow prevented him all these years to hurt him.

"I apologize that you aren't betrothed to Aerea, Aemond. But there are far more better-" Alicent was cut mid-sentence by Aemond's animalistic growl, just as if it was Vhagar. "I don't need better ladies of court, I want her."

"Your father has commanded her wedding to Cregan Stark, my son. None can change it," Alicent said carefully, her eyes trying to find any weakness she could use against Aemond to calm him for now, just as she always did. But it seemed that Aemond knew her trick, giving her away nothing but a cold stare.

"There is a way, mother," Aemond said with a wide smirk, as his eye sparkled with something evil. Alicent frowned her eyebrows, trying to comprehend what he means while he walks closer to her.

"I can steal her virtue, then she is left with no choice but to marry me," he whispered coldly with a malicious smirk on his face, making Alicent's eyes go wide as she shook her head. "You shall do nothing like that!" She exclaimed, her breathing rugged.

"We shall see mother."

Cregan laid in his bed, trying to grasp onto a bit of sleep before the sun rises again on the horizon. But it seemed that his mind was not ready to sleep, instead, memories he wished to bury deep in his mind resurfaced like ghosts from past.

His uncle's haunting words taunted him as he shifted to his side. 'Every single person you stay closed to will always live in misery, nephew. That is the curse you shall bear.'

Cregan groaned as he sat up, his eyes traveling to his ring lying beside his pillow. The house ring of Stark which was passed on by every Lord to Lord. Swirls of thoughts consumed as he thought of his legacy and the legacies left behind him by his fore fathers.

He was aware that his house was not as great as the House of the Dragons and it scared him a bit. Aerea was a dragon and possessed one. He had heard of the Targaryen... tendencies and it was something which his people as well as him frowned upon.

His mind went to the interaction between his betrothed and the Rogue Prince. Aerea seemed too close to Daemon, something which didn't sit well with the wolf lord but he swallowed it and let his head fall back to the pillow.

"How can this alliance help the north?" His mind wandered as he slept.

Four different personalities whose lives were woven intricately between the changing period of politics. As the silence of an upcoming war rumbled beneath the land, the threads of lives are also at stake.

What patterns shall be formed and which thread will prove to be the strongest? Only time could tell...

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Author's Note- A lot of people thought that Daemon was using Aerea but I guess I love him a bit too much to make him evil. So bear with me. Also, please let me know if you like this chapter or not.

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The White Dragon

The Future Awaits (Chapter 8)

Summary- A fortnight later, the realms rejoiced while the family faced conflicts...

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Warnings- Mentions of Bedding Ceremony, Hateful Thought

Chapter 7 Chapter 9

The heavy gown of ivory heavily adorned with rubies in the skirt and grayish white lace on bodice clung to body of the Dragon Princess like a second skin till her waist before swirling down in at least 7 layers of skirt.

Aerea stared at her reflection silently. Her entire figure resembling a Goddess of the heavens above. The riches of House Targaryen was clearly illustrated through the heavy pieces of clear crystal jewelry beautifying her.

Her platinum blonde hair twisted and designed into a half-up-half-down do with the upper half in a plait bun with a huge headpiece while the remaining laid designed in the perfect Valyrian plait.

Alicent had already departed from her chambers, quickly followed by a murmuring Helaena. The Noble ladies were dismissed soon enough by the princess under the guise of needing some time alone before the ceremony begins.

The last fortnight had been a terrible ache in head for the dragon. With a constant eye trained on her, she could rarely breath a sigh of relief without it being reported to her mother. That also meant that she could not meet her uncle, much less talk to him about her feelings.

The shift in a brick made her turn, as she watched with wide eyes as the pretty large brick move and Daemon's figure emerged, as handsome and grace as always.

"Dōna riña," (sweet girl) he cooed, steps quiet as he moved, cupping her face in his hands, caressing them gently. "Ao jurnegon hae se jaesa hen gevives se jorrāelagon, iā vision hen rōvēgrie vali." (You look like the goddess of beauty and love, a vision of the great men.)

"Kepus, flattery isn't something I wish to hear now," she sighed, turning around, her hips and hair swaying with each little movement of the royalty. "And what do you wish to hear in the present, niece?" He asked, fingers dancing over the lace holding her dress together.

"What if I myself am not sure of it? What then?" Aerea could feel her body tremble as the fear set in, fingers gripping the front of her skirt to stop the trembling but to no avail did anything happened. "Then, perhaps, I know something you would like to hear."

Daemon turned the princess to face him, hands placed firmly at her upper arms, eyes staring deep into identical ones. He watched as the princess took in a deep breath, lower lip tucked between her pearl white teeth.

"As much as it pains myself to be distant from you, I know that Cregan shall take apt care of you, regardless of situations. And I know that you shall find yourself liking his presence more as you get to know him," Daemon whispered, leaning his forehead to meet hers in their last moment of intimacy.

"Perhaps what you say comes to life, uncle. I shall never forget what you and I had, never," she whispered, a small smile brightening her face as she stepped back, fingers finding their way to his tunic.

"But, there is something more I fear," she admitted, her eyes traveling through the seams of her uncle's black tunic, one resembling the one he prefers to wear frequently with heavier thread work.

"Aemond?" The Rogue Prince questioned, fingers holding her forearms firmly as he stared in her eyes, deep and truthful. The Princess shook her head in denial, lip in between her teeth as the skin of her cheeks flushed.

"I- I am unaware of what to expect of... tonight," she spoke, voice barely audible. Daemon chuckled, his fingers rubbing circles over the lace of the sleeves covering her skin.

"I would not fill your mind with empty reassurances, but I surely know that Stark would be considerate," he said, face solemn with no signs of jesting. "What of the... people?" She asked, the flush deepening with each word.

The Rogue Prince laughed, head thrown back as he nodded. "That wouldn't be a problem. If you feel uncomfortable, you just need to ask," he assured, squeezing her arms softly. "Will you be there?" She queried, making him nod with a sigh.

"Mother was adamant about not telling me who all shall be there. Do you know?" She asked, eyes shifting to look in the violet hues. "Me, your mother, Aegon, Otto and a few lords of the council... Aemond shall be there as well."

"I will be dammed."

The throne room echoed with chatters and rumors as the King was yet to arrive. House Stark sat on the table of Honor, dressed to nines as the Lord of Winterfell offered all a strong nod and gratitude.

Whether the king will attend or not was left unclear. Both to the court and to the family. While it was clear to all that he preferred his eldest to all his children with the second queen, it would be a bold statement to not stay in the princess' wedding.

The Wolf of Winterfell wore the colours of his House, pride glimmering in his eyes as he watched the nobles mingling, waiting for the Royal Family to make their much-awaited appearance.

"Nervous, brother?" Sara asked, a teasing smile on her face as she sipped on the fruitful wine from the Driftmark. "Of the crowd, no. Of the life, perhaps a bit," he stated blankly, hands gripping the goblet as the sweet wine moistened his lips.

"She is a dragon. She will survive there," his sister said with a small smile, eyes twinkling with joy beneath the candles lining the table. "She is a dragon, habitual to living in warmth. The north shall be too cold for her and her precious being," Cregan said stiffly.

"She breathes fire. What makes you think her fire will extinguish in the cold?" Sara questioned, eyes turning to find Prince Aegon and Princess Helaena stride in. The prince appeared to be already in a drunk state, limping and slurring words of greetings to all who encountered her.

"We shall see what happen," Cregan dismissed, standing up as the prince and princess approached, bowing down to show his respect. "Prince Aegon, Princess Helaena."

"Lord Stark," Aegon smirked, sinking in his seat before leaning to whisper in the Lord's ear, "I hope you are ready for the night. Dragons are hard to satisfy." The lord only rolled his eyes, settling back into his place.

"This evening will be long."

Aemond stood in his mother's chamber, listening to her telling him to behave for the evening. He was forced to wear the well-tailored leather tunic in black resembling the stormy clouds of Storm's End. His hair brushed back while his eye patch remained the same, hiding the horrendous scar from the world.

"You shall respect your sister as well as the Lord of Winterfell. The entire nobility of Seven Kingdoms are housed in the keep and I wish no disturbances in the feast," Alicent sighed, making her son nod as he stood up, gaze hard.

"She was supposed to be mine, and yet, I have to watch her marry a man not worthy of the Valyrian blood flowing in her veins," Aemond hissed quietly, eye burning like the flame of the fire in the fireplace.

"Sometimes, we don't get everything we wish for, Aemond," the queen whispered, caressing her son's cheek to provide some comfort. "You ask me to watch my love bed that savage man, and then you ask me to not act? Why should I sacrifice always?"

Alicent sighed, her eyes gazing at her fingers as she collected herself internally. "I asked for one thing from you mother, and you couldn't give me that as well," Aemond stated, making his way out of the room, leaving behind his ashamed mother alone.