#daemyra beside you

[lanaisdoe]

If your heart wears thin, I will hold you up And I will hide you when it gets too much

the way he stood MUCH closer to her than all the rest

the way he stood beside her, as a shoulder, as a pillar, as her strength and shadow, so that she knew she was NOT ALONE

the way he was the one who felt her pain like no one

the way he SUPPORTED her like no other

... ALWAYS BESIDE HER like no other EVER.

"I will stay Nobody will break you" ...

"I'll be right beside you"

"Nobody will break you" ...

Some things never change....

[mrscarpenter]

“We were always meant to burn together.” 2

Summary: cant think of one without spoiling everything 🥲

Includes/warnings: hightower!reader, aegons twin. Y/N has been used on multiple occasions. There is an age gap in this (whatever daemons canon age is). Some high valyrian with translations, i am not fluent so ignore if it sucks.

🪐notes: its been a while since i’ve seen season 1 so please ignore any timeline mistakes. Daemyra does not exist in this. :)

Biggest thank you to my lovely hannah ( @just-some-random-blogger ) for beta-reading this <33

« “I am not going back to Oldtown with you, uncle.” »

« “Then where will you go?” »

« “i’ll be with rhaenyra.” »

Dragonstone ― Near the beaches...

Less than six months later, after the incident at Driftmark, a new act would rattle the court.

As per the ancient customs of House Targaryen, Daemon and his niece, you, had arranged a ceremony on the beaches of Dragonstone to perform a Valyrian rite, which was attended by Rhaenyra, her children, Jace, Luke, Joffrey, and Daemon’s children, Baela, and Rhaena, along with Rhaenyra's maester, Gerardys. 

The wedding ceremony was to be solemnized by a High Priest, who worshipped the Old Gods of Valyria, and was brought in by both Targaryen royals. However, due to the tragic event of the Doom that destroyed the Valyrian Freehold and their civilization, very little information or records remained about the long-forgotten religion, except that the Targaryen dragons were named after gods from the ancient pantheon worshipped throughout Old Valyria's vast empire. 

Their faith was practiced for thousands of years before being greatly diminished. It was a momentous occasion for the family, steeped in tradition and history, as they honored their heritage and celebrated the union of two of its members.

You, dressed in the traditional garments, looked back at everyone. This marriage was performed suddenly without the knowledge of your father, mother or siblings. They were not in attendance— a deep shame. You had hoped that they would be there to support you. 

You never wanted to be wed, you linked it with childbirth and after the late queen Aemma, and Daemon’s late wife, Laena; it scared you to no end. Your thoughts drift back to the day you and Daemon arrived at Dragonstone, and he had made the proposal. 

« “If you don't want Alicent to have any control over you anymore, you must wed me. A woman’s place is beside her husband. She couldn’t deny that.” »

« “I do not wish to be wed, Daemon— to sit around as a broodmare, my only purpose to produce heirs until I end like...” »

« " I know you are frightened, but I won't let anything happen to you.” »

Proceeding with the wedding, you and Daemon cut your hands and lips with dragonglass, mixed your blood in a ceremonial chalice, and marked Valyrian glyphs in blood on your foreheads.

"Hen lantoti ānogar. Va sȳndroti vāedroma.” Blood of two. Joined as one. the High Priest prayed in High Valyrian. "Mēro perzot gīhoti. Elēdroma iārza sīr. Izulī ampā perzī. Prūmī lanti sēteksi. Hen jenȳ māzīlarion. Qēlossa ozūndesi. Sȳndroro ōñō jēdo. Rȳ kīvia mazvestraksi.” Ghostly flame. And song of shadows. Two hearts as embers. Forged in fourteen fires. A future promised in glass. The stars stand witness. The vow spoken through time. Of darkness and light.

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Red Keep ― Maegor's Holdfast...

"A perversion of justice," Larys commented. "The young Prince Aemond... defiled. An outrage."

"Indeed," Alicent replied. Since her father took control of her influence, the instructions were left relatively straightforward. Her position as Queen Consort was in dire jeopardy.

"If it's an eye you want to balance the scales, I am your servant."

"Don't bother. Even if Rhaenyra's bastards are mere pushovers, she and daemon are another matter entirely. So even if I wanted to, such actions would only bring further unnecessary trouble. But your devotion has not gone unnoticed."

"These are dangerous times."

"The day will doubtless come when House Hightower will require such a friend. With not only skill but discretion as well."

"I shall await your call, my queen. However..." Larys passed on a note. "It's come to my attention that a certain young princess has done the unthinkable, Your Grace."

Alicent raised a curious eyebrow and examined the note. Her eyes traced the handwriting intricately. When she finally realized what Larys's spies had uncovered, the queen couldn't help but gulp. "My sweet girl.." She turned to Larys. "Thank you for letting me know."

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Dragonstone

After the wedding, there was no bedding ceremony. As much as daemon had wanted to bed you, he knew it was not something you wanted yet, still far to scared of your duties as wife. Only you two would know that secret, to anyone else you had consummated.

You had avoided daemon after that night, trying your hardest to not speak to him, or to avoid his presence altogether. Having never been close with him beforehand, you didn’t know what to talk to him about. If you weren’t being a wife, what else should you be doing? You did not know.

The small folk and the fishermen looked up in confusion as you passed them, it wasnt a usual occurrence that a Targaryen princess such as yourself, walked along the dusty beach of dragonstone, in a fancy dress no less. You had wanted to clear your mind, you told yourself. But subconsciously, it might have had something to do with the sightings of a dragon near the beach the past few days.

Daemon had assigned a personal guard to you, to keep you safe. If the guard reported back to him on your doings, you did not know. But if he did, it wasn’t obvious. “Princess, maybe we should turn back.” Ser Steffon spoke, gulping as he hears the screams of terror as a dragon is sighted flying towards the beach.

“If you want to return, you are welcome to do so Ser. I am staying.” Claiming a dragon wasnt the first thing that crossed your mind, you simply wanted to stay at the beach. And unlike the small folk, you were not terrified of dragons. But yet as the dragon flew over you, and the thought of claiming it did cross your mind, a small tingle of terror did run over your spine before you shook it off. You are a targaryen, this is your birthright. You tell yourself. Don’t be scared of what is owed to you.

You speed up to the flat lands where you saw the dragon land. You hadn’t seen what dragon it was, you had only hoped it was seasmoke, or any other dragon that wasn’t as scary, in your mind, as the wild ones.

After Aemond claimed vhagar, you were left the only Targaryen without a mount. It broke your heart when your dragon didn’t hatch in OldTown. Now that you had this opportunity in front of you, you weren’t gonna let it go to waste.

Ser Steffon, however scared, did not turn away, and instead followed you. Ofcourse his pleadings to turn back never stopped, and neither did his murmurs: “Prince Daemon is going to kill me.”

Now that you have the dragon in your full sight, you can finally see which one it is. You audibly gulp. “grey ghost.”, you whisper to yourself. It just had to be a wild dragon didn’t it?

You don’t let it deter you, slowly stepping closer. you were never taught High Valyrian in OldTown, you had only started learning with Rhaenyra when you first came to dragonstone. You hadn’t progressed far, so you tried your hardest to remember dragon commands. Lykirī, dohaerās, sōvēs, you recited over and over in your head as you stopped in front of Grey Ghost. He is a beautiful pale grey-white dragon, and if the stories were true, he blended in beautifully with the clouds.

It made sense that he was near the beach these past few days, according to the stories you had heard, Grey Ghost preferred fish.

“Beautiful”, you mumble to yourself, you were mesmerised.

“Princess! Please get away from that beast!”

You clench your jaw, “Dragons are not beasts, Ser Steffon, they are beautiful creatures. If you do not wish to be here, you are free to leave!” You yell at him over the wind.

You take small steps towards Grey Ghost, and he growls at you. “Lykirī, Grey Ghost, Dohaerās!”

You chant those two words over and over towards him, your hand held out as you step closer to his head. This is it, you think, this is the part where i get burned alive.

Eventually you step so close, your hand lands on his snout. “Kostilus” you whisper, please.

Grey Ghost turns his head away. You move towards the length of his body, praying to the seven you won’t get burned, or eaten.

You hear Ser Steffon running away, probably to fetch Daemon, or other guards. You dont know why, if this is when Grey Ghost decides to kill you, nobody would be able to stop it.

You slowly climb up, somewhat clumsily seeing as Grey Ghost has no saddle for you to climb up on, and you’re wearing a dress instead of the usual riding wear.

As you manoeuvre yourself on top, you settle down and let out a sigh of relief, It doesnt last long because you’re forced to lean forward and grab onto something, anything, as grey ghost moves. “Lykirī, Grey Ghost, sōvēs.”

With that, Grey Ghost takes off. Once in the sky, its hard for you to not panic. Not only is Grey Ghost very fast and very excited, you are also flying at a great height without a saddle, or reigns to hold onto.

You hear a loud roar and suddenly a red dragon flies beside you, caraxes. A smile blossoms onto your face as you follow the length of the blood wyrms body til your eyes land on your husband.

Daemon smiles at you, as he leans back in his saddle and spreads his arm wide. You’d do the same, but you are nowhere near as skilled at riding a dragon as he is.

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Dragonstone —— DragonMont

Your feet touch the ground as you dismount Grey Ghost. You spent an hour in the sky, flying around with Daemon, before he led you to the dragonmont.

In the sky it was fun, but you knew that now you’re on the ground, you were in for a scolding. And as you approach Daemon, the stern look on his face proves you right.

He meets you halfway, stands impossibly close to you, puts his hand on your waist to lock you in and places his head right beside yours. “Do you know how reckless and dangerous that was?”

You sigh, but dont say anything to excuse yourself, because nothing will excuse it.

“I’m sorry.”

“Are you happy now? Did you get what you so desperately needed? you were even willing to risk your own life for it.”

You say nothing, you dont move and you dont speak, you only avert your eyes downwards. Daemon notices and pulls back slightly. He puts his fingers under your chin and forces you to make eye contact with him again. He leans slightly forward, and presses his forehead against yours for nothing more of a nanosecond before pulling away again and walking off, leaving you standing there.

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© mrscarpenter, 2025

[captainlunaxmen]

Dragon's Healer

Chapter 1

Daemyra x fem!reader (very brief mention of Harwin Strong x fem!reader)

Dark!Aemond x fem!reader (in future chapters)

I'm trying new things... I just hope you'll like it.

Let me know if you want to be tagging future chapter and let me know what you think❤️

Chapter summary: The reader is Rhaenyra's lady-in-waiting. They share more than a friendship. This, first chapter follows the events leading to the questioning of Luke's legitimacy.

Warning: death, hinting at infertility, very very vague hint to rape.

I walk as quickly as I can, trying to hide my excitement and eagerness from the eyes of the courts, towards Rhaenyra's chambers.

The maesters apparently needed more ointments right this morning, adding to Rhaenyra not wanting me to help her through labour, I suspect I'll be the last one to see the baby. Once I notice I'm alone, I literally rush to her door and knock softly on it.

"It's me." I softly say, "may I, princess?"

"Come in." Her muffled voice comes from beside the door.

I open the doors, quick to close them again when I see Harwin Strong holding the newborn. I fondly smile at him then my eyes fall to Rhaenyra's tired figure.

"How are you feeling, princess?" I ask, walking to stand next to Harwin looking at the baby.

"You already know the answer." She weakly chuckles.

"He's so pretty." I say and look at the guard nodding his head, "he got your nose."

"And the family's insolence, apparently." Rhaenyra adds and I chuckle, "I believe he might have your mouth."

"I'm afraid that's not possible, my dear." I sadly tell her, smiling nonetheless.

"You know you're his mother just as I am." She tells me firmly.

"She's not wrong." Harwin agrees and I playfully glare at him.

"It's a nice thought." I say, caressing the little boy's cheek with a finger.

"Well, Jace and Luke consider you like a second mother." She insists.

"It's not the same thing."

"You love them like they were your own. They can feel it." Harwin says softly, making me look up at him catching his loving gaze on me.

"Don't look at me like that." I jokingly scold him.

"You know, I think he took her insolence." He teases, talking to the Targaryen princess.

"She's part of the family, my statement remains truthful." She smiles brightly and I decide it's time to join her on the small couch.

"Are you okay?" I check on her.

"I am."

"Why are you all dressed?" I ask, just noticing her wearing one of her dresses.

"The queen wanted to see the baby." She sighs, I'm at loss for words, briefly looking at Harwin.

"Right after you gave birth?" I ask and she nods, "gods... couldn't she come herself?"

"And give her the satisfaction?"

I sighs deeply, shaking my head.

"Let's just hope he won't take after you in stubbornness." I softly smile at her, caressing her cheek with my hand, she moves hers to gently grab mine and hold it to her. "Do you need anything?"

"I promise you, I'm fine." She nods, letting my hand go.

"So... does he have a name already or?" I ask, standing up again to walk to the baby in Harwin's arms.

"Jeoffrey." Rhaenyra answers.

"Jeoffrey?"

"Laenor chose it." She tells me. That gives me everything I need to understand, I nod my head and go back at looking at Jeoffrey.

"So so pretty."

"You two would look amazing as parent." I hear Rhaenyra's soft voice commenting. I sadly smile at Harwin, he returns it.

"May I?" I ask him to hold the baby.

"Oh of course, my lady." He says, carefully passing the baby into my arms, "I have duties to attend to anyway."

"Go and protect us, Commander." I smile at him.

"Princess." He nods at Rhaenyra, "my lady." He nods at me, I see him linger for a moment before exiting the room.

I walk to Rhaenyra, rocking the baby in my arms to keep him asleep.

"He's really pretty, love." I say.

"After all the effort I put, I hope so." She smiles.

"Did Alicent say anything?" I ask.

"Nothing... as always she merely implies things." She winces slightly sitting up.

"Careful." I scold her, "get some rest."

"Yes, yes," she dismisses me, "I meant it, you know."

"What?" I absently ask, smiling at the baby as I put him in his crib.

"You and Harwin would make amazing parents."

"Rhae... you know I can't..." I sadly say, sitting with her.

"You never tried again..." she gently takes my hand.

"The maesters said it's impossible... and I don't see it happening with Harwin... not after all these allegations, at least." I squeeze her hand, "it's okay, you said Luke and Jace consider me like a mother... that's enough."

"But..." she sighs, determined, I admire how even in her tired condition she's still stubborn as always, "maybe your condition changed and..."

"Rhaenyra," I stop her, "I've never bled... I've never... before your parents took me in, there have been situations in which I could've... fallen pregnant, yet... I never did, in those cases thankfully, but still... I don't think it will ever happen" I sadly explain to her, "it's okay. And, I mean, marrying the commander would probably imply me moving away from here. Him becoming lord and me his lady wife... would you want me away?"

"I would never, you know that. I just see you with Jace and Luke... even with Alicent's children. And you deserve it." Her smiles warms my heart.

"I'm happy as I am. I promise you." I lean to kiss her softly.

She kisses me back, I can feel she's still tired from labour, so I let her lay a little more.

"If it ever becomes too much for you, I want you to tell me, please?" She tells me, firmly but keeping a hint of sweetness in her tone.

"Is that an order, princess?" I tease.

"It definitely is." She grins, "and just you wait until I'm fully recovered."

"Ooh is that a threat?" I grin too, standing up.

"It depends on how wet it gets you." She winks and I open my mouth to answer, but nothing comes out. Her grins only widens, "I got my answer."

"Oh, fine... let me get you to bed so you can rest and stop teasing me." I offer my arm to her, she gladly takes it and let me guide her to her bed.

"Just you wait." She teases.

"I'll wait." I smile, "do you need anything? Want me to call a maid?"

"I'm fine, my love." She reassures me, "I'll see you later."

"Alright. Rest, princess." I say before leaving her chambers.

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I got announced by the guard, not that I care much to wait as I enter the room, glad to have found Alicent.

Before I could start speaking, I notice Aemond's hurt expression.

"What happened?" I ask, confused as I also notice the boy's state.

"He went into the caves to... claim a dragon." The queen sighs deeply.

"Again?" I ask, turning to Aemond, his hurt expression turns slightly into one of shame, almost, and I too sigh, "what did they do?"

"What do you think they did?" Alicent slightly snaps at me. "Those kids made fun of him again.."

"I'm not asking you." I state, firmly, "you weren't there, were you? Tough, I'm pretty sure your oldest son was." I glare at her accusations, "you were too busy summoning a woman who had just given birth to show you the baby."

"I didn't as-"

"We can talk about it later, your highness." I cut her off, "that is not the pressing matter right now, don't you think?"

"It is not." She reluctantly agrees, "that's why I need to speak with the king about it." She then adress her son, "remember what we said."

Aemond nods, not exactly convinced, but he does. Alicent gives me a look before exiting the room.

I let out a long sigh, then I cross my arms in front of me and look at Aemond, who keeps avoiding my eyes, looking down at the floor.

"So? Should I try to guess or you want to tell me?" I adress the matter again, the boy briefly looks at me before letting out a puff of breath.

"They made fun of me again." He simply says.

"Yes, your mother said so." I nod, "but what happened?"

"They dressed a pig like a dragon... they made wings and all." He explains, looking at the ground.

I face soften, now noticing a small bruise on his forehead.

"Come, let's put something on that bruise." I motion for him to go sit by the table.

I walk to him as I take out a small bottle from the bag I always carry around, and a small tissue.

"Why do you think I don't have a dragon?" He suddenly asks, before I could raise the tissue, I stop my movement and sigh, lowering my arm.

"Well, I'm afraid I'm not the right person to ask that."I say softly, raising again my hand and finally cure his small wound.

"You can't stop it anymore." I hear Haelena mutter, I pay her no mind for now, I instead focus on Aemond.

"I don't understand it." He says.

"Maybe you're destined to claim one of the famous unclaimed dragons. Or maybe you just need to wait a little longer than them." I sigh, softly, hoping to make him feel at ease, "regardless, do not listen to their mockery. You all are still kids, nothing you say or do is always what you truly mean. Don't take their action to heart, you are not what they claim."

"And what am I?" He asks, almost defeated. I out down the tissue, and I make sure he looks at me.

"You are a smart kid, I've never seen anyone learning old valyrian as fast as you. You understand things on a deeper level, you're not defined by a dragon. Remember that, okay?" I urge him, he nods and I sweetly smile at him, patting his shoulder and standing up, "and never say never, maybe you'll claim a dragon tomorrow," I walk to the door, " or the day after, or the day after that. Now c'mon, I believe you have training with Cole."

"Yes, I do." He nods and he walks towards me.

"I guess I'll try," I whisper, "Haelena, would you like to join me in the gardens?"

"I'd like to, but I'm needed here." She says, flatly.

I look at Aemond who shrugs and shakes his head.

"If you change you mind, send for me." I wait a moment for an answer that never comes, and with Aemond walk out towards the training ground.

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As soon as I heard what happened with Cole, I went looking for Harwin, hoping to find him alone.

I'm lucky enough to find him alone, I saw his father walking away, understandably upset. I walk to him and, silently, I tell him to follow me.

Once we're in a more secluded area, I check one more time in case there are unwanted ears nearby. Then I turn to him.

"What were you thinking?!" I whisper yell at him.

"I'm... I'm sorry, I couldn't see anymore." He softly says, looking down.

"Clearly." I sternly reply.

"I just... he treats them with less respect then the queen's, he-"

"I know that. He's always done that, what the fuck happened for you to hit him?" I ask, frustrated, I'm scared something bad could happen to him.

"He wasn't giving them any useful instructions, cruelty instead of tactics, then the insinuating started..." he explains.

"Harwin..." I sigh, "people's been insinuating since Jace was born, why lose your temper for something Cole ever said? He's just a bitter man, finding comfort in humiliation and cruelty."

"He tried to subtly call you a whore." He finally raises his eyes to meet mine, "tried, because I didn't let him finish the sentence."

His proud smirk make me chuckle a little, but I recollect myself quickly.

"Everyone has called me that at some point, Harwin, it's not the worts I've heard." I take him hands in mine, "they've called me worse than that." When I catch his questioning look I go on, "I've been called an opportunist, I've been called a snake, a non-woman, broken or contagious... whore is just... nothing."

"I couldn't stand him saying it." He grits his teeth in frustration, "and you're not broken, you-"

"Harwin, while I appreciate it when you compliment me and are so sweet to me, this is serious. You could be sent away." I remind him.

"My father was kind enough to explain it again." He rolls his eyes.

"Well he's right, your outburst will be used as fuel to all the rumours." I scold him, "it's treason, Harwin."

"He said that too." He look away again, annoyed, annoyed because he's know we're right.

I sigh, closing the distance between us, to make him look at me.

"I don't want to lose you, Harwin." I say, "I can't."

I see his eyes softening, he leans his forehead on mine.

"You won't." He pulls back a little to look at me, "you know, I've always dreamed of running away with you."

"You've said that, maybe once... or twice." I cheekly smile at him, trying to hide my own fear.

"Taking two horses and run ride away, just us." He softly whispers, "but I never asked."

"You know I-"

"You couldn't leave her." He finishes for me, "I know, and I couldn't ask you to leave her behind. I wouldn't ask you to."

He lifts my chin just enough to leave a small kiss on my lips.

"Don't ask me to say goodbye to you either." I warn him, "I won't."

"I know." He kisses me again.

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I didn't say goodbye.

I didn't. I simply watched Harwin leave with his father. I cought for a moment his eyes on me as he left, and I wanted to go to him, but I couldn't.

The days after that have been... caotic to say the least. After Harwin departure Rhaenyra decided to move the whole family to Dragonstone and Rhaenyra and I tried to comfort each other. The news of Harwin's death, still fresh, broke something in me.

"I'm really sorry, my love." She told me one night as we sat in front of the fire.

"It's not your fault in any way, Rhae. Do not blame yourself." I tell her.

"If I let you marry Harwin, maybe you-"

"You didn't force me to stay by your side, Rhae, I wanted to. Harwin understood that, if anything, he deserved better than me." I sighed, "he deserved better."

"You chose to stay with me, like he chose you. He wanted to be with you, and see you happy, that's what he cared about." She told me, sternly, to avoid me entering a bad place in my mind.

We didn't say more, we just held each other in front of the fire.

But the days after that were even crazier, Laena's death was like a thunder while the sky is clear, unexpected and shocking, and so was Laenor's "death", at least to Rhaenys and Corlys. A cruel, but necessary mean to an end.

But I still remember the incident so well...

I remember hearing noises outside my chambers, I arrived to a room where Jace and Luke's bloodied faces greeted me.

"What happened?!" I exclaimed kneeling in front of them and checking their wounds.

"Ask them." Alicent furious tone told me.

I looked up at her, just then noticing Aemond sitting with a Measter close to check him. I walk to see why he deserved more care than the others and saw his wound.

"Gods..." I exhaled, "how..?"

"I told you to ask them." Alicent repeated.

I watched Alicent closely, then I looked at Jace and Luke, Rhaena and Baela scared close to them.

I looked back at Aemond and the Maester's work.

"Leave it, you're butchering his eye." I tried to shove him to take his place.

"He was-" Alicent started.

"Butchers do cleaner jobs, I assure you, my queen." I said, taking the needle and started to stitch the wound myself, along with my oils, "just hang on a little longer, my prince."

"How could you allow such a thing to happen?" King Viserys demanded "I will have answers."

"The princes were supposed to be abed, my King." Harrold answered.

Alicent came right next to me to check in on his son, I let her because I understood her anxiety.

"Who had the watch?" Viserys kept his interrogation going.

"Young Prince was attacked by his own cousins, your grace." Criston chimed in and I forced myself to contain a scoff.

"You swore oaths to protect and defend my blood!" The King exclaimed, furious.

"The kings guard has never had to defend princes from princes, your grace." Criston tried to defend himself.

"That is no answer." Viserys shouted at him.

"It will heal, will it not?" Alicent asked, "will it not, lady Y/n?"

I could feel all eyes on me.

"I..." I sighed, keeping my hand as steady as possible, "the flesh will heal. Yes. But, I'm afraid, the eye is lost."

"Where were you?" Alicent stood up abruptly to ask Aegon.

"Alicent.." I tried to calm her, since I finished with Aemond's wound.

"Me?" Aegon couldn't even ask before Alicent slapped him, "what was that for?"

"Thay was nothing compared to the abuse your brother suffered while you were drowning in your cups, you fool"

"I'll get you some oils to keep on in to make it heal faster," I told Aemond, "and you just lost an eye, your life is not over. Remember that."

In that exact moment, Corlys and Rhaenys arrived demanding explanation.

I stood to better check on Luke and Jace, when Rhaenyra came in too, followed by Daemon. When I met his eyes, his usual smirk made its way to his face, and he winked at me.

"Are they okay?" Rhae's voice was what got me our of staring at Daemon.

"Uh, yes, yes, just a few scratches, princess." I assured her.

"Who did this?" She asked.

"They attacked me!" Aemond immediately answered, starting a chorus of children shouting to be heard.

I deeply sighed, and looked again at Daemon, the smug expression ever present, I looked at Rhaenyra as they all fight back and forth, alost tuning out their voices. I suspected they did... something. Rhaenyra always felt a pull towards her uncle, not that I couldn't blame her, but I was worried said something could've had consequences.

When my eyes landed on Alicent's hand holding Visrys' dagger walking directly to Rhaenyra, I snapped out my dazed state wanting to put myself in between them, but Rhaenys' hand held my elbow.

"Do not mourn me, Mother." Aemond started to speak earning the attention of all presents, "it was a fair exchange. I may have lost an eye, but I gained a dragon." He finished, proud of himself.

"This proceeding is at an end." The King commanded.

Just then, Rhaenys let me go, letting me walk by her side to check on the cut the dagger left.

Daemon joining our side of the room as well.

Something that night shifted, not in the best way.

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The sun coming from the big windows puts a smile on my face as I watch Daemon walking back to the castle, the hard look on his face creates a confused frown on my face.

"Something happened?" I ask once he's close enough, "the eggs?"

"Three healthy eggs," he assures me, caressing my cheek briefly.

"Then what's troubling you?" I ask.

"A raven." He answers, handing me said raven, "Vaemond wants to question Luke's claim to Driftmark."

I groan in frustration.

"I always hated that man." I say, following him inside.

"Makes me want to test the sharpness of my sword on him." He grins, clearly annoyed by the news.

"That's a wonderful idea." I agree.

"Don't agree with me on this, it turns me on." He playfully warns me, to which I respond with a little shove.

"It seems we have a message to report, my prince." I remind him.

"We sure do, my lady." The seriousness is back on his face and together we join Rhaenyra in the map room with Jace.

"Leave us." Rhaenyra commands as soon as she sees us.

Jace takes Jeoffrey and with the maesters and the handmaid, exits the room.

Daemon and I walk closer to the Princess, she looks at us with a mix of intrigued and perplexed expression.

I give her the message and she reads it. Me and Daemon waiting patiently.

"He means to call into question Luke's legitimacy," she realises, in disbelief, "and by extension Jace, and by extension my own clain to the throne."

I gently grab her hand to reassure her.

"Vaemond cares only about Driftmark and the Velaryon line." Daemon explains, "not about out politics. Has he made common cause with Otto Hightower yet?"

"Mh, this is what I fear." Rhaenyra humms, re-reading the letter, "Rhaenys has flown to court." She looks at me, her own gear moving in her head.

"She can't be planning to uphold his intentions." I assure her.

"No, exactly," Daemon agrees with me, "whatever disagreements we may have had, she's not cruel... or stupid enough to do that."

"Disagreements?" Rhaenyra questions, "she believes we had her son killed so that we might marry." She specifies.

"Yes... and yet, she's taken Baela to ward." Daemon tries to reassure her.

"Yes. It is Laena's memory she honors. She has no love for us."

"Has the vipers' venom spread so far?" He smirks, almost challenging.

"Those vipers rule in my father's name, and my father..." she sighs, defeated, "what choice do I have?"

"We defend." I tell her.

Daemon gently strokes Rhaenyra's belly with one hand, and with the other brush a finger on my cheek affectionately.

"To King's Landing, then."

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Letting Rhaenyra and Daemon arrive a day before me was my intention, they're married, I'm just her lady-in-waiting to the court's eyes, so I insisted on them arriving on their own.

When I do arrive I sense immediately the tension in the air, symbols on the Sevens are hanged around the castle, instead of the Targaryen's crest. I try to ignore this feeling of uneasiness as I walk the vaguely familiar corridors.

"Y/n." I hear a familiar voice calling from behind me.

"My queen." I say as soon as I turn around, bowing to her. She gets closer, followed by Criston Cole as always.

"It's good to see you again." She kindly greets me, gently taking my hands.

"I share the sentiment my queen, these years have been kind to you," I smile at her, "beautiful as always."

Seeing her here, in front of me again after that night, all memories of us three together years and years ago making their way to the surface.

"You're still too kind," she smile, almost forced because she's not used to it anymore, "you're even more beautiful than I remember, my lady."

"Thank you, your highness," I thank her, quickly glancing at Cole beside her, "I was heading to the King's chamber, I wish to say hello."

"I'm afraid he's resting," she quickly tells me, "princess Rhaenyra's arrival was a lot for him."

"Is his condition that severe?" I ask, worried.

"I'm afraid so." She apologetically replies, "maybe after the council today."

"Will he be present?" I ask, hopeful.

"The masesters are opposed to the idea," she explains.

"Let me see him, maybe I can help." I insist.

"He does need his rest, my lady," she sternly says.

I swallow my tongue and cease my questions.

"Very well, my queen." I bow once again, "I'll go visit the library then, the gods know I missed King's Landing's library."

Alicent merely nods and lets me go without any more words.

I can't help all the suspects forming in my mind, I try to shake then out of my head, maybe I'm just exaggerating. I focus on remembering the route to the library instead, and thankfully I find it pretty easily. Juste as easily I get lost in the books.

I find a book I used to read all the time, a book about herbs and art in ancient times.

I get so lost in the book, I get startled when I suddenly hear footsteps behind me, turning around immediately.

"Apologies, my lady, I didn't mean to stratle you." The man in front of me says.

"Nothing to apologise for, I was merely lost in the book, I..." I trail off as I look at him better, noticing an eyepatch, "Aemond?"

[hllywdwhre]

Dreamer, Queen, Prince - Chapter 8

Pairing: Daemyra x fem!OC

Warnings: Please check masterlist for warnings. This work is 18+, MDNI

Masterlist

The next morning, Viserea was elated to wake up with her head on Rhaenyra’s chest and Daemon’s arms wrapped firmly around Rhaenyra’s middle. The bliss was cut short as a knock on the door awoke them all.

“Princess, your presence is being requested by the Queen,” they heard.

All of them crawled from Rhaenyra’s bed, as they tried to dress quickly. Before they could finish dressing, the door was shoved open. All three of them still stood topless and Rhaenyra placed herself in front of Viserea and Daemon in front of them both.

Ser Criston, Ser Ryden, and two other members of the Kingsguard stood in the door,

“We’ve been ordered to bring Prince Daemon and Princess Rhaenyra to the throne room immediately,” Ser Criston said, not bothering to hide his disgust from his face.

“And you could not allow your two Princesses to cover themselves before barging in?” Daemon fired back, his body still blocking theirs from view.

None of them bothered to reply or shut the door as they stepped back outside of the room. The three of them pulled their shirts on, all still in the peasants clothes from the night before.

“If this doesn’t go well, make it worth your while,” Viserea whispered in Valyrian to Rhaenyra quickly, referring back to their conversation from the previous day, then kissing her cheek as Rhaenyra nodded.

Once they were dressed, Viserea and Daemon were guided out of the room. Ser Ryden wore an apologetic look as he gently held onto Viserea’s arm. She offered him a small smile and shook her head, silently telling him she did not blame him and knew that he had his orders. Viserea glanced back to see handmaidens entering Rhaenyra’s room, Ser Criston standing beside the door, and Rhaenyra looking after them worriedly.

It was only when the two members of the Kingsguard that each had a hand on Daemon threw him to the ground and Viserea heard a sickening crunch that she finally spoke,

“That is your Prince!” She yelled at them, pulling her arm from Ser Ryden’s gentle grasp and running over to where Daemon was now laying on the floor. She had squatted down next to Daemon to check on him when they both saw Viserys enter from a side door.

“My daughter,” he said, walking up to them as Daemon groaned in pain. His nose was pouring blood and definitely broken and Viserea kept her eyes on Viserys, still squatting beside Daemon, as if ready to throw herself on top of him if she needed to.

“Won’t you two even deny it?” Viserys asked.

Apparently, addressing Viserea along with Daemon was enough to snap Daemon’s attention away from the pain radiating through his nose and the center of his face, as he sat up and made his way to position his body slightly in front of Viserea, squatting as if he wanted to stand up but thought better of it.

“We need to understand the charge before we can attempt to discredit it,” Daemon answered.

“You two defiled her,” Viserys said, landing a kick to Daemon’s side and causing him to fall again as he groaned in pain, “Still you say nothing,”

Viserea glared up at Viserys as he walked around them to stand next to where Daemon’s head was. She sat next to Daemon’s side, one hand placed on the opposite side of him, ready to shield him if Viserys attempted to hurt him again.

“Oh, what does it matter, brother? When we were their age, we fucked our way through most of the brothels on the Street of Silk,” Daemon said dismissively.

Viserea stayed silent as her eyes stayed trained on Viserys.

“We were young men. She is just a girl. Your niece!” Viserys shouted the last sentence and Viserea’s muscles tensed, ready to shield Daemon at the slightest movement from him.

“Rhaenyra’s a woman-grown, the same as Viserea,” Daemon said, “Better their first experiences be with me than some whore.”

Daemon knew Rhaenyra and Viserea had slept with each other years before either of them had reunited with Daemon, but Daemon had chosen his words carefully to ensure that Rhaenyra and Viserea’s relationship was not revealed to Viserys.

“You have ruined her!” Viserys said, going to reach for Daemon’s collar of his shirt, but being met with Viserea’s face even with his as she leaned across Daemon.

The look on her face was one that she had been told multiple times reminded everyone of her father when he was mad. Her usual soft violet eyes were hard and her jaw was set in anger. It was a look that, while Viserea had never seen it on herself or remembered seeing it on her father, was apparently intimidating enough as Viserys made no move to reach for Daemon. Viserea slowly moved away so he could see Damon again after a moment.

“What lord will wed her now? In this condition?” Viserys said, keeping his face level with Viserea’s as he looked back and forth between the two of them.

“Who gives a fuck what some lord thinks?” Daemon spat beneath them, “You are the dragon. Your word is truth and law.”

“I have spent a lifetime defending you,” Viserys said, “But your heart is even blacker than I thought. I should disinherit her and Viserea, as I already did you, and be done with it,” he said, standing up again.

Viserea could have laughed at the irony of his sentence. He didn’t try to find her in the year she spent with Daemon, but referred to her as his daughter when it came to chastising Daemon the previous day. She was only his daughter when it benefited him.

“Wed her to me,” Daemon said before Viserea could voice her thoughts, causing Viserys to drop back down to squatting next to Daemon. “When I offered up my crown, you said I could have anything. I want Rhaenyra, I’ll take her as she is and wed her in the tradition of our house.”

“You are already wed, and make this proposal in front of your very wife,” Viserys said, laughing dryly.

“That didn’t stop Aegon the Conqueror from taking a second wife, and I think you would find my wife okay with this proposal,” Daemon replied.

Viserys drew the blade so quickly that Viserea did not have time to think about what her moves could cause. She moved again to stop Viserys from placing the blade at Daemon’s neck, and instead felt it just barely pierce the skin of her arm as it rested at the front of Daemon’s neck. Daemon’s hands gripped the hand of Viserys’ that held the blade, preventing it from going any deeper into Viserea’s flesh. Viserys either didn’t notice the blood beginning to flow slowly yet steadily from her wound, or he didn’t care as he didn’t move the knife from her arm and her arm didn’t move from in front of Daemon’s neck.

“You are no conqueror. You are a plague… sent to destroy me!” Viserys near shouted at him.

“Give me Rhaenyra to take to wife, and we will return the House of the Dragon to its proper glory,” Daemon said, causing Viserys to pause for a moment before replying.

“Of course. It’s not my daughters you lust for, is it? It’s my throne. You marry them both and the throne is eventually yours,” Viserys replied, as if he had finally figured it all out.

“As if I am your daughter,” Viserea said, cutting off any reply Daemon may have had and causing Viserys to look at her in shock.

“You are my daughter as much as Rhaenyra-“ Viserys tried to argue, but Viserea cut him off.

“We had a very similar argument just a year ago, but I feel it bears repeating. You do not view me as your daughter until it is convenient for you, and you haven’t since I was a child. Your actions show it every day. You don’t arrange proposals for me, and then reject the ones I bring forward because they’re not valuable enough, despite saying it was my choice. You don’t allow Rhaenyra to wed Daemon, because you don’t view Daemon as good enough and think it is only the throne he is after, yet you give us your blessing after we are wed because he is good enough for your spare daughter. If we are married, we are no longer a…” Viserea pretended to need to think of the words he had called Daemon a year ago, “thorn in your side,” she spat.

The same look of anger that she was told resembled her father’s now adorned her face again as she continued on her rant, “Queen Aemma was the only parent I had after my father died when I was three years of age. She was the one who made sure I was treated equally. It became even more obvious after you slaughtered her instead of allowing her the choice of how to die, something I have kept from Rhaenyra for years so that your relationship might not be more strained and she might not be faced with the same nightmares that plagued me for years.

“My opinions were more valued the day I rode Tessarion to the Stepstones than any time I ever tried speaking up in council meetings, even though I am the future Hand of the Queen. The leaders of the Free Cities we visited valued and respected me and my opinions more in the year we spent there than you ever have, and on multiple occasions, heeded my advice and it turned out to be helpful to them. I only hope that you learn to value Rhaenyra’s opinions and Rhaenyra herself, instead of the way you view her now, as she is capable of being the best ruler the Seven Kingdoms has ever seen if only you are smart enough to aid her.”

Silence filled the room once Viserea finished her rant and it took multiple long minutes for Viserys to respond to her.

“Go to Dragonstone, and do not return to King’s Landing. The only reason you two will be permitted to stay on Dragonstone is because of Viserea’s…. Aid in mine and Rhaenyra’s relationship,” Viserys finally replied, removing the blade from where it was still pressing against Viserea’s arm, “As long as the two of you are gone from my sight for good.”

Viserys walked out of the room and Daemon sat up, grabbing Viserea’s arm to view the cut on her arm. The blood from her wound coated her arm, his shirt, and his collarbone from where she had placed it in front of his neck. The blood from his broken nose had stilled, but there were streaks of it across his cheeks.

“Your blade, now!” Daemon looked to Ser Ryden, no room for argument in his voice. No matter if Viserys had just banished them from King’s Landing, Ser Ryden had been around Viserea’s entire life and viewed her as his own family. He quickly came to Viserea’s side, handing Daemon a smaller knife.

Daemon took the knife and carefully cut away a part of the sleeve of the smallfolk clothes Viserea wore. He wrapped it around her forearm, trying to stop the bleeding. Viserea took the knife from Daemon and repeated his actions with his own sleeve, trying to wipe away some of the blood on his cheeks before it dried to them.

He allowed this for only a moment before standing up and helping Viserea to her feet, not risking saying anything in front of the Kingsguard. Ser Ryden was one thing, but the other two members were new and only showed loyalty to Viserys.

“I will show you back to the Princess’ chambers to gather your belongings. I am to assume you will take Caraxes and Tessarion to Dragonstone?” Ser Ryden asked, looking between Daemon and Viserea.

They both nodded and Viserea handed Ser Ryden back his knife, which he put away quickly.

Ser Ryden held a hand up to stop the other two members of the Kingsguard from following them and escorted the two of them back to Viserea’s chambers. Neither were surprised when they entered and didn’t see Rhaenyra, but Viserea let out a small and disappointed sigh.

“We will only be on Dragonstone, zaldrītsos (little dragon). We will see her often. She is Princess of Dragonstone and Viserys can not stop her from visiting,” Daemon pointed out, walking over to Viserea and hugging her closely.

“He will make it as hard as he can. He will load her down in responsibilities he has never before given her and say it is because he wishes to prepare her for the day she will ascend the Iron Throne,” Viserea said, her voice cracking as she spoke and wrapping her arms around him. “Every time I have left Rhaenyra, it has been our decision. Not once have I had to leave without even being able to say goodbye.”

“She knows we would say goodbye if we had the chance, zaldrītsos. I imagine that by the end of the next moon cycle, we will have seen her again. Dragonstone is her home as much as it ours… more so even,” Daemon said in a comforting voice, kissing the top of her head.

Viserea nodded against his chest, knowing he was right, but unable to stop the emotions that washed over her. She had known their plan was far-fetched, but she still had hope that Viserys would’ve allowed it; that he would have seen the sense in it. All three of them would have been married to someone they loved and without argument, Viserea and Daemon would have been able to support Rhaenyra as continued learning how to be a Queen, and those who disagreed with Rhaenyra’s title as Heir to the Iron Throne would not have had a leg to stand on as the three defended her claim.

The thoughts of what could have been drove Viserea to tears for the first three nights she was, once again, away from Rhaenyra. She hadn’t been able to say goodbye, hadn’t been able to remind both Rhaenyra and herself that this was what they had originally planned — for her to wed Laenor and all of them be able to take up their own interests. Part of that was because her and Daemon being banished to Dragonstone hadn’t been part of the plan. They were supposed to be back in King’s Landing, not forced apart by thousands of miles.

Where Viserea was dealing with her pain with sadness and melancholy, Daemon let his fester into anger. He had returned to their chambers every night so far covered in dirt and sweat from sparring with the Knights and Gold Cloaks they had brought to the island with them. He would carry her into the giant stone tub where they would both clean themselves, then keep his arms firmly wrapped around her torso as they slept. She wouldn’t ask him or comment on it, but she could tell that the grip around her was as much to comfort her as it was to assure himself that she would not be stolen away from him, either.

It had been five days since they were banished from King’s Landing and both Daemon and Amarda were relieved when they were finally able to drag Viserea from her’s and Daemon’s chambers. That morning, she had been bathed and dressed, looking like a princess for the first time since they had landed their dragons on the island.

Both of them were in the castle’s vast library when the first letter from Rhaenyra had arrived at Dragonstone. Daemon had taken it from Ser Ryden — Viserea had demanded he was to come to Dragonstone, as he was her assigned member of the Kingsgaurd — before Viserea could, and read it first.

She watched as the look on his face turned from intent, to a proud smile, and then back to fury before he could even begin on the second page. His breathing had grown heavy and he had to place the pages on the table in front of him to keep from crumpling them. He was taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself and Viserea stood up and walked over to him.

“Is it bad?” Viserea asked, placing a hand on his shoulder and watching his face. She couldn’t bring herself to glance at the letter, afraid of what she would see.

“She’s okay,” Daemon replied in a steely tone. He had said it to reassure Viserea without revealing exactly what the letter said. He passed Viserea the first page of Rhaenyra’s letter, which was written in Valyrian to prevent unwanted eyes from reading it. She took it from him gently, staying beside him as he picked up the second page to continue reading.

I heard about what happened in the Throne Room. It shattered me to not be able to bid you both a farewell, but I know it was no fault of your own. That night, my father called for me in his chambers, just the two of us. He told me I was his political headache and that my wedding to Ser Laenor Velaryon would combine the two most powerful houses in the realm, ensuring that no one would dare to stand against us.

He was just as blind to Otto’s selfish wills as we suspected he was. He seemed surprised when I told him that he wanted Aegon named heir. I told him that Otto’s spying on us and his self-interests will bring a divided realm. He told me that everyone on his small council and all past are self-interested. I told him I disagreed. I asked him if he could ever picture Viserea sending spies after my children and never reporting on the many times a child of mine visited the city, but reported of the one time they were caught in a position that could be used to disinherit them.

I told him I would do my duty as heir. I told him I would wed Ser Laenor and produce an heir, but that he must first do his duty as king. He did not argue with me as I suspected he would. He seemed to have realized that I was right, that Otto had been serving himself and not his king for a long time now.

I was not there when Otto was removed from his position, so I am unsure of what was said. The next morning, Lyonel Strong was named Hand.

I was in my chambers reading, long after the sun had set, when Grand Maester Mellos visited me. My father had him brew and bring me Moon Tea in order to rid me of any “unwanted consequences”. I hope you both can forgive me for drinking it instead of throwing it into the fire.

Viserea lowered the page and looked to Daemon, unsure who his anger was towards. Was it for Viserys ordering the tea? Or was it for Rhaenyra drinking it?

“I understand why she drank it, but he had no right to order it be brewed for her,” Daemon said. He had placed the second page of the letter back on the table in front of them and was gripping the back of the chair in anger.

Viserea did not reply, feeling slightly relieved he did not blame Rhaenyra for drinking it and understood why she did. She reached for the second page of the letter, her hand never leaving its spot on his arm.

I fear I have made a permanent enemy of the Queen. She called to question me on if the rumor of our coupling was true. She said we Targaryens have always had queer practices, but that she thought better of Viserea and me. She could not understand how we would be okay with coupling with not only our uncle, but our lady cousin when we were raised as sisters. She did not take kindly to me reminding her of how it was these queer practices that made it possible for the Seven Kingdoms to be united as one.

By the time this letter reaches you, we will be back in King’s Landing. We are currently on Driftmark where my betrothal to Ser Laenor has just been arranged.

Upon my father’s death, I will be crowned Queen. Ser Laenor will be King Consort. Our firstborn child, regardless of gender, will inherit the Iron Throne from me. Our children will carry the last name Velaryon, but when our firstborn ascends the Iron Throne, they will do so in the name Targaryen.

While this was discussed, Ser Laenor and I took a courtship walk along the beach. We have agreed to carry out our duties that are required of us as future Queen and King Consort of the realm, but once our duties are performed, we may both partake in our own activities and interests.

We are to be wed in a week. I do not care what my father said about the two of you remaining on Dragonstone, I want you both to attend my wedding.

A burst of hope bloomed in Viserea’s chest as she finished reading the second page of Rhaenyra’s letter. Though it was not what they all truly wanted, their other plan was working so far. Laenor and Rhaenyra would work together to keep each other's secrets. Daemon and Viserea would at least be able to see Rhaenyra at her wedding, and there would be no way Viserys could keep Rhaenyra from Dragonstone for the rest of his life. Alicent could be dealt with later.

“It seems as though we have no choice but to attend the wedding,” Daemon said, turning the third page he held in his hand to face Viserea.

This page was written in the common tongue so there would be no doubt of what it said.

Prince Daemon Targaryen and his wife Princess Viserea Targaryen are to attend the wedding celebrations of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and Ser Laenor Velaryon. This order is given by Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, First of Her Name, Princess of Dragonstone, Heir to the Iron Throne and future Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm.

Below the command was the date which the celebrations would begin and when they needed to arrive.

Viserea smiled at seeing the command. Only Viserys himself would be able to force them to leave the wedding, and she was unsure if Viserys would be willing to risk turning them away against Rhaenyra’s wishes during her wedding celebrations.

That day Daemon did not seek out his Gold Cloaks or any knights to spar with and Viserea did not find herself weeping in his arms until she fell asleep.

The next day passed in a blur as the two readied themselves to fly to King’s Landing. The next day they departed on dragonback to King’s Landing. While uncomfortable to fly in clothes fit for the wedding celebrations, they knew arriving the day of the start of the celebrations would allow for the least chance of Viserys sending them back to Dragonstone.

Viserea’s dress was black with details of grey and red woven into it. The long, billowing sleeves were the same silver as the seahorse on the Verlaryon sigil. The dress represented the three houses she was loyal to; House Targaryen, Stark, and Velaryon.

Once their dragons had landed, they were escorted to the castle. Amarda had apparently sent word to a member of her family in the city of their impending arrival, as they were joined by a woman who resembled her in their carriage on the ride up to the keep.

She introduced herself as Amarda’s niece and worked at fixing any of the damage the winds of flying had brought to Viserea’s hair. Before she and Daemon stepped out of the carriage, Amarda’s niece spoke to them quickly and quietly,

“While I follow the Faith of the Seven and we do not allow such marriages, I trust my aunt’s judgment and I have heard the kind words she has spoken about your treatment of her. The three of you will always have the support of our house as Princess Rhaenyra ascends the Iron Throne.”

Viserea kept her head high as she and Damon entered the castle, ignoring some of the stares the guards gave them as they clearly internally debated on whether to stop them or not. No one stopped them as they entered the throne room or approached the dais, but they received no announcement.

Though clearly not pleased at their arrival, Viserys motioned for two chairs to be brought forth for them as they bowed to him. Viserea met Rhaenyra’s eyes and could see the mixture of relief and happiness behind them. They took their seats at the end of the table, smiling politely to Viserys as they did so, wanting to give him no reason to send them away.

“She’s not here,” Viserea just barely whispered to Daemon. He gave a slight nod, confirming that he had also noticed Alicent’s absence from the table.

“Be welcome, as we join together in celebration. Tonight is only its beginning. We honor the crown’s oldest and fiercest ally, House Velaryon,” Viserys said to the crowd of people, paying no more attention to Viserea or Daemon. “Reaching back to the days of Old Valyria and the Age of Dragons. With House Targaryen and Hou-“ Viserys stopped mid sentence as he looked to the end of the room.

Viserea followed his gaze and took Daemon’s hand in hers as she realized exactly why Viserys had stopped speaking. There Alicent stood in a dress of blazing green. She clenched his hand tightly as she realized what Alicent was silently saying.

Alicent walked the length of the throne room as the guests rose in respect. Viserea and Daemon both stayed seated. She had silently declared war against Rhaenyra right as Rhaenyra’s wedding celebrations began. Viserea would not show her the respect of standing and Daemon apparently agreed with her.

The show had clearly unsettled Viserys as much as it had Viserea as Viserys asked Ser Lyonel where he was in his speech before continuing.

“With House Targaryen and House Velaryon united, I hope to herald in a second Age of Dragons in Westeros.” Applause and cheering broke out across the room at Viserys’ words and he continued on, “And after tonight’s small affair, seven days of tournament and feasting. At the end of it all, a royal wedding between my daughter, my heir, your future Queen, and Ser Laenor Velaryon, the Heir to Driftmark.”

Applause broke out once again and Viserys took his seat. A moment later and music began.

Rhaenyra and Laenor stood, walking to the open floor in the center of the room and beginning to dance a traditional Valyrian wedding dance with arms spread to mimic the wings of a dragon. Once finished, they bowed to each other and applause broke out again. This time, Daemon and Viserea joined in.

A crowd quickly filled the floor and the music began again, another waltz beginning amongst the guests. Viserea’s eyes scanned the room, noticing Alicent speaking to her uncle, Lord Hobert Hightower, and noticing when Ser Gerold Royce of Runestone approached them.

“In the Vale, men are made to answer for their crimes. Even Targaryens,” Gerold said, the underlying threat obvious in his tone.

“And who are you?” Daemon asked. He smirked down at the man, clearly finding his threat amusing.

“Ser Gerold Royce of Runestone.”

“And?” Daemon questioned, still sounding amused.

“I am cousin to your late lady wife,” Gerold said with a tone of growing anger.

“Ahh, yes. Terrible thing. I’m positively bereft. Had I heard of her sickness sooner, I would have sent the royal Maesters to attend to her immediately,” Daemon replied in a false tone of sympathy.

“You know better than anyone, your Maesters could not have helped.”

Viserea quirked an eyebrow at his words, mildly taken aback by Gerold’s boldness. Daemon had told Viserea that Rhea’s passing and when she had asked, told her that she had fallen ill. She had been able to tell by his tone and look on his face that it was no illness that she would be able to return from and Viserea had not questioned him further on the matter. He had been by her side the entire time, so no one would be able to make a solid accusation against him.

“Are you confessing some guilt, Ser Gerold?” Daemon asked him.

“I am making an accusation,” he replied angrily.

“You know, in King’s Landing, men are made to answer for their slanders. Even old bronze cunts like you,” Daemon said, quoting Gerold’s earlier words and causing him to scoff.

Viserea did not take kindly to the threat against her husband, even if the accusation was true. She spoke this time, her voice light but still holding an air of mild threat,

“It is a good thing you’ve joined us, Ser Gerold. We have not had the chance to visit the Vale to speak about my husband’s inheritance.”

“What inheritance?” Gerold asked quickly.

“Lady Rhea and Prince Daemon had no heirs. As her husband upon the time of her passing, whatever she was due now passes to the Prince,” Viserea reminded him, smirking as a shocked look fell on his face, “Now I may be wrong as I am not her family nor was I her husband, but she stood to inherit all of Runestone, did she not?”

Daemon gave Viserea’s hand that he still held a slight squeeze as they watched him stutter for a moment.

“After my niece’s wedding, my wife and I plan to fly to the Eyrie, and I plan to position Lady Jeyne myself. Perhaps I’ll see you there, Ser Gerold,” Daemon threatened.

Ser Gerold stepped away from the table, throwing a backwards glare at the two of them, to which Viserea returned.

“I believe there are some people who wish to speak to you,” Daemon said, pulling Viserea’s attention away from Ser Gerold. He gave a nod to Corlys and Rhaenys and Viserea stood.

“Perhaps you should ask Lady Laena for a dance,” Viserea said to him.

“Of course, Princess,” Daemon said, quickly catching on to Viserea’s meaning.

They both walked over to three remaining Velaryons and Viserea took Laena’s seat when Rhaenys offered it to her after Laena had accepted Daemon’s offer for a dance.

“I was under the impression you were banished,” Corlys said in a teasing tone, smiling at Viserea.

“We received an order from the Princess that we were to attend the wedding and the celebrations,” Viserea replied in the same tone, chuckling.

“I am glad to see you’re excited for the wedding then,” Rhaenys said, pointing the silver sleeves of Viserea’s dress.

“Of course I am. I could not think of a more needed union. One that benefits both our houses and its heirs,” Viserea said. She chose her wording carefully around the two of them, unsure of what they had heard of Rhaenyra, Daemon, and her’s little stunt.

“Are you sure of that, Princess?” Rhaenys questioned, confirming Viserea’s suspicions that she knew every detail of them.

Viserea didn’t immediately respond, instead looking between Corlys and Rhaenys as she judged how best to reply. The look on their faces was just as calculating as her own, and she decided to repeat her answer, only changing the phrasing slightly so that they might understand the meaning behind her words this time.

“I am quite sure, Princess,” Viserea replied, “As I said, this union benefits both of our houses, and its heirs. I feel as though a marriage of this dynamic can only benefit everyone involved.”

It became obvious to Viserea by the look on Corlys’ and Rhaenys’ faces that the true meaning of her words had been made sense of.

“Then we are both glad to have your support of the union, Princess, as you have shown by wearing the color of all the houses you feel loyal to,” Corlys said, a more relaxed smile crossing his face now.

“House Targaryen will always have my loyalty above all, but it is true that House Velaryon and House Stark are my family, as well. They are the houses I am united with through family and friendships alike,” Viserea replied. She watched as more of the anxiety in their faces seemed to fade, though neither of them were given the chance to reply.

“Might I be able to steal my wife away for a dance?” Daemon asked as he approached Viserea, looking to Corlys and Rhaenys with a familiar and friendly smile.

They both motioned to Viserea and Damon turned his attention to her.

“May I have this dance, Princess?” He asked, holding his hand out to her.

“You may, my Prince,” Viserea replied with a smile. She stood up, taking his hand in hers and following him to the dance floor. She spotted Laena and Harwin dancing and the blush that crossed Harwin’s face at something Laena said.

Once they were surrounded by others, Daemon spoke again,

“You look worried, little dragon,” he said, helping Viserea flawlessly fall in step with him.

“She has openly declared war on her,” Viserea said, avoiding names since she knew Daemon would know who she spoke of.

“She has. What do you want to do about it?” He asked her.

The two of them were separated a moment later by the dance, leaving Viserea to ponder his question.

She could think of plenty of things she wanted to do, but she would be no help to Rhaenyra or Daemon if she was dead, and that would only give Alicent’s children a chance of claiming Tessarion. She couldn’t let either of those happen.

Viserea and Daemon made their way back to each other as the dance continued.

“Any ideas?” He asked her, looking down to make eye contact with her.

“Plenty. None with any logic,” Viserea replied.

“And what about Corlys and Rhaenys?”

“Nothing about her move, but it seems they understand just how much this marriage is a union beneficial for both houses.”

Daemon chuckled, but offered no other response. He took her hand and walked to where Rhaenyra and Harwin were now dancing.

“Might I offer you a trade for the moment, Ser Harwin?” Daemon asked, a polite smile on his face as he offered Viserea’s hand to Harwin.

“Of course,” Harwin replied, allowing Rhaenyra’s hand to be taken by Daemon and taking Viserea’s in response.

Viserea stepped in time with Harwin, watching as Daemon guided Rhaenyra to the back of the room.

“I want to apologize for my abrupt departure last year,” Viserea told Harwin, keeping in time with him and the music.

“No need to, Princess. Princess Rhaenyra and I have become quite trusting in one another and she has informed me of the reason for your departure. It sounds as though it was the best thing for you,” Harwin replied with a kind smile on his face.

Viserea returned his smile, grateful for his kind nature and understanding of her circumstances.

“Thank you for your understanding then, Ser Harwin,” Viserea said, her eyes flickering to where Daemon and Rhaenyra stood talking, his hand on the side of her face, causing a rush of worry to go through her.

“Pay them no mind. Both are too smart to make a scene here,” Harwin said, following her line of sight.

Viserea nodded, knowing he was right. She glanced around the rest of the room, spotting Ser Joffrey and Ser Criston speaking; a cheerful look of Joffery’s face and a sour expression on Criston’s.

Harwin followed her stare again, “Now that, I am unsure of. Unless Ser Joffery has misjudged where the Princess’ interests lie. Ser Criston has been cold to her since that morning and it is to my understanding that she was even thinking of replacing him, saying that she didn’t trust him to guard her anymore. They’ve been casting glances at each other all night.”

Viserea nodded, silently taking in the information as Harwin lifted her into the air in time with the music.

A moment later a scream erupted from the crowd, causing both Viserea and Harwin to look around in confusion. She began pushing through the crowd, trying to find Rhaenyra or Daemon and losing Harwin in moments. After a particularly harsh shove, she hit the ground, but stood up quickly and started trying to push her way through. She felt herself lifted in the air and realized it was Daemon who carried her and she relaxed slightly, relaxing a bit more when she saw Harwin carrying Rhaenyra towards the dais.

They were both set down at the same time and the crowd had quieted considerably. Viserea moved to Rhaenyra, Daemon moving right behind her as they stared out at the unmistakable body of Ser Joffery, now bloody and dead on the floor.

Viserea couldn’t pull her eyes away from and it was Daemon stepping in front of her and Rhaenyra that caused her to finally look away. She caught sight of Laenor crawling to Joffery’s body as Criston made his way out of the doors.

“Don’t look,” Daemon said, his hand on each of their shoulders and pulling Viserea to him.

Viserea looked at Rhaenyra, the same horror struck look mirrored on both of their faces.

The crowd was cleared out quickly, along with Ser Joffery’s body, but the sound of Laenor’s wails would haunt Viserea forever.

Viserea went to Rhaenyra, taking her hand in her’s as they both stood shaking next to each other.

“Do you know-?” Viserea started, but stopped as Rhaenyra slowly shook her head.

“I saw them talking-“ Rhaenyra started, but Viserea cut her off, her voice dropping to a lower volume as the room finally emptied from everyone aside from their family and the Velaryons.

“Harwin said he thinks Joffery might have thought he was your interest. He might have accused him and caused him to go into a rage,” Viserea whispered and Rhaenyra nodded.

The doors of the throne room closed and the High Septon stepped forward as Viserys announced to the ones still gathered in the room that he wanted Rhaenyra and Laenor married now and that the rest of the celebrations were canceled due to that night’s events.

“Please, come to me,” Rhaenyra whispered before she walked away, her face now streaked with tears.

Viserea had to force herself not to cry as the High Septon spoke the marriage vows, she saw Laenor’s tears, and heard the way Rhaenyra and Laenor were both crying. Daemon’s arm around her waist helped keep her grounded as the High Septon declared them to now be man and wife.

She did not move when Viserys collapsed to the ground, though neither did Laenor. Daemon did and went to his side immediately. Viserea wasn’t sure how she felt towards Viserys, but even if she had tried to move closer to him, there was no room as everyone else surrounded him.

The maester was there moments later, anyways, and declaring that he needed space and to leave him be.

Daemon returned to Viserea’s side and tried to guide her out of the throne room, but she stopped him. She looked to Rhaenyra and he nodded.

“Might we walk with you back to your chambers? I understand tonight has been… distressing, and I do wish to know you both make it there safely. Daemon can escort us,” Viserea said, her voice oddly calm as she spoke.

Laenor went to reject her offer, but upon seeing the look on Rhaenyra and Viserea’s faces, accepted the offer.

They exited the throne room, seeing the maester helping Viserys stand up. Daemon’s hand rested on Dark Sister as they walked through the corridors of the castle. None of them had a member of the Kingsguard with them, so he truly was making sure they made it to their chambers safely, though no one truly saw a threat making itself known.

They remained silent until they reached Rhaenyra’s chambers and Demon allowed them all inside, then stepped inside behind them. As soon as the door closed behind them, Laenor sat on the edge of Rhaenyra’s bed, now allowing his tears to begin flowing freely once again.

Rhaenyra and Viserea both moved to him and sat on either side of him, Viserea placing a comforting hand on his back as Rhaenyra pulled him into a hug and allowed him to cry onto her shoulder.

No one said anything for a long while, not until Laenor finally looked up and between the three of them.

“Why?” He asked, his voice hoarse.

Rhaenyra, Viserea, and Daemon all exchanged looks and Daemon decided to speak first,

“We think he confronted Criston about being the object of Rhaenyra’s desire and he didn’t take kindly to being accused of breaking his vows he took when he took his place on the Kingsguard.”

“And was he not?” Laenor asked. His voice was harsh but no one reacted to it, understanding he was in pain.

“No… he was neither of the objects of my desire,” Rhaenyra said.

Laenor looked to her, eyebrows furrowed, then Rhaenyra gave a meaningful look at both Viserea and Daemon. Laenor nodded,

“I understand…” his voice trailed off and he looked at his lap. They sat in silence for a moment before Laenor stood up, beginning to pace around the room.

His questions came in rapid succession after that and the three answered as best they could.

Why did Joffery believe Criston was Rhaenyra’s lover?

How long had the relationship between Daemon, Viserea, and Rhaenyra existed?

Why did Criston suddenly hate Rhaenyra?

Once they had answered all of his questions, he sat back down and nodded.

“From now on, we are honest. The four of us are honest about everything that happens between us. No secrets or unvoiced suspicions. I could have prevented Joff-“ Laenor’s voice broke and he took a moment before resuming his sentence, “I could have prevented this if I had known.”

“Do not blame yourself,” Viserea said firmly, looking at Laenor, “Ser Joffery’s accusation should not have cost him his life.”

Laenor nodded, accepting Viserea’s statement.

“We do all promise to be honest with each other, though. About everything,” Rhaenyra said, looking to Viserea who nodded in agreement and then to Daemon.

While he didn’t seem thrilled about it, Daemon nodded and agreed to be honest, also.

Eventually, Daemon and Viserea left Laenor and Rhaenyra to be alone. Even if nothing happened between the two of them, they still had appearances to keep up and it would seem suspicious if the couple did not spend their first night married in the same bed.

“She will have to bear his children, you know,” Viserea said to Daemon as they stepped back into Viserea’s chambers.

“Yes, she will,” Daemon replied, looking to Viserea curiously, wondering where she was going.

“And you feel nothing about her bearing another man’s child?” Viserea asked, unable to deny that she herself felt jealous at the thought of someone besides herself or Daemon touching Rhaenyra.

Daemon chuckled as he realized what Viserea was finally getting at and walked over to her.

“Of course I wish it were my babe that she were bearing, but I feel as though our circumstances are the best they can be.” His hands were on her back, gently beginning to pull the strings holding the corset of her dress in place and causing a rush of excitement to flow through Viserea.

“I suppose you’re right,” she replied, dropping her head to the side when Daemon’s lips connected with her neck. “Do you think Viserys will send us back to Dragonstone now that they are married or that he will allow us to remain in King’s Landing?”

“I think…” he started as his kisses lead up to her mouth, capturing it in a short but passionate kiss, “that my attention tonight is focused solely on my lovely wife and fucking her until my name is the only thing she’s capable of speaking.”

Viserea’s cheeks turned a bright pink and a playful smile crossed over her face.

“Then who am I to deny my Prince’s orders?” Viserea teased, beginning to aid him in removing the rest of her clothes and then his own.

[sweetestpopcorn]

Hello!! I know that aside from Daemon/Rhaenyra, you are a fan of Baelon/Alyssa. I just wanted to ask, what is your opinion on Viserra, or on the whole Viserra seducing Baelon after Alyssa’s death? Do you think Baelon might have been able to save Viserra from her fate if he had agreed to marry her (even if he didn’t love her)? What is your opinion on this pair?

Hi there :)

Yes, after Daemyra Baelon and Alyssa are definitely my favourite Targaryen couple.

About the rest of your ask, I don't think Viserra fans will like my answer, but I don't quite care for Viserra. I have talked about it in the past that I see Saera and Viserra as very shallow characters with almost nothing to them. They were written as mean girls and that's about it, besides being Targaryens and physically very attractive, I don't actually see any redeeming qualities in them.

Saera at least you could argue was sort of funny, in a heartless, sociopathic Cersei kind of way, and I did admire how she later on in life wanted nothing to do with Westeros or the Iron Throne saying she had her own kingdom was a cool moment. But regardless she was cruel, unnecessarily so (e.g., Tom the Turnip anyone?), and worse with someone much weaker than her which also makes her a sort of coward. Like I said she had many sociopathic traits, and her behaviour itself is very congruent with a sociopathic personality type.

Viserra is a bit better in that regard in the sense that she was not needlessly cruel to anyone weaker than her for fun, even if she poked fun at young men who lusted after her, sometimes in quite dangerous ways (e.g., when she dares them to put their heads inside a dragon's mouth, I think the prize was her V card if memory serves right). But like Saera is mean and cold for the sake of being mean and cold, Viserra is ambitious and cold for the sake of being ambitious and cold.

We are both shown and told she wanted power and to be queen and F feelings and all that, but we are never really given a proper reason as to why. I would guess that being child #10 in a very large family would make you starved for attention, likely importance as well, since her only selling point in that family was being the most beautiful of the sisters. It was (VERY) unlikely she would ever be queen, so maybe because of that it became an ambition of hers? There was also something arrogant about her because of her looks, thinking that that would be enough to just give her what she wanted without having to rely on anything else. In that sense she has no depth, what you see is pretty much what you get and neither is very good or particularly compelling.

So, no, I wouldn't want her to marry Baelon, nor for Baelon to be interested in her. In fact, I loved that he wasn't and that after she spoke in such a nasty way about the sister she thought herself so physically superior too that Baelon gave Viserra a cold hard dose of reality of he's Baelon Targaryen, not a failed Baelon like Tywin Lannister.

Sure that some people find love again in life, and I am all for it. But some people aren't like that, and I found a lot of beauty in that aspect of Baelon's character, of how devoted he remained to the memory of his lady with the mismatched eyes. I would have hated for that to be ruined, especially in the name of such an ambitious and empty character like Viserra. If he was to marry her, whatever the reason, he would not be Baelon because that was a central aspect to his character.

All this aside I did feel bad about how Viserra was treated by Alysanne, almost like she was the final boss Alysanne had to defeat. I think this is a great example at times of George's incongruence with how he writers characters in F&B. Pretty much their end is decided so he just does whatever he has to to get there, at times with little regard with what he previously established. Are we supposed to believe that the same Alysanne who still loved and wanted to forgive Saera, even defended her, would be so cold and mean to Viserra? Sorry, I don't find it the least bit believable. Like show us on the doll where Viserra touched you Alysanne. Regardless of her not deserving this or her cruel fate, I still don't really care about Viserra nor think she had any redeeming qualities.

And that is my take.

Thank you for coming to my Tumblr Ted Talk!

Much love to you <3

[miss-dollette]

Wake up call for ballistic Team Black and Rhaenyra Stan’s.

TW: Opinions and bad language.

Rhaenyra “rules for thee, none for me” Targaryen. Rhaenyra “Aegon wants to usurp my throne” but when it comes to my obvious bastard sons… nah, they’ll get this land and titles because they’re trueee Valeryeon’s (meanwhile, there’s actual Valeryeon’s who’d step up to the mantle but can’t ’cause Rhaenyra’s daddy is a fucking moron who doomed his family).

Whether Rhaenyra Stan’s want to admit it or not, Rhaenyra is a hypocrite and makes some of the most dumbest mistakes because of how spoiled and shortsighted she is. She doesn’t seem to care about consequences and constantly reaps what she sows.

She had a choice in marriage to any lord in the kingdom, which would have been a massive political advantage, but she blew it and had to marry a guy who wasn’t even straight. Not only that, she had a choice in having three bastard kids. Westeros literally has forms of birth control that she could’ve had at any moment. But noooo. Rhaenyra didn’t think ”hmm having kids with someone I’m not married to will have massive consequences and would essentially arm my enemies with more ammo on why I shouldn’t have the throne. I live in a culture that’s horribly misogynistic and everyone already doubts me because I was born with a vagina. But I’ll have two more kids even though they’ll be targeted the rest of their lives.”

What a top mind you have, Rhaenyra!

Ooooh, and i hate when she was like “now they see as you are”, bitch, what? “Now they see you as you are” - you mean a woman trying to get justice for her bullied child, who was now maimed by one of his bullies? Omg, can you imagine what Rhaenyra would have done if Jace had been the one to have his eye removed? And Viserys would have 100% let her. Matter of fact, he would have encouraged it.

I think at that moment, Alicent knew her children’s lives were in danger. Even if she hadn’t done anything at that point, besides essentially being the perfect queen and somewhat bad mother (who’s a perfect mom when you’re forced to marry and have kids before you’re even 18), her rightfully royal children were in sooo much danger, and it was proven at that moment.

And Daemyra is so god damn mf stupid. Daemon. Is. Loyal. To. Himself. And. Ceraxes. Rhaenyra is essentially a tool to put his blood (and himself) on the throne, and that’s pretty much it. He’s a complete psychopath, pedophile, and power hungry. Just because he treats her well sometimes, doesn’t mean he’s not the same Daemon who killed his last wife.

Every Rhaenyra Stan is like “Rhaenyra would never let anything happen to Alicent and her kids :)” but let’s be so fucking fr right now - Daemon would definitely kill them. Why the fuck would he ever let Otto Hightower’s kid, grandkids and great grandkids live, and even have the slightest chance against him? And Rhaenyra would let him. He literally choked her, and she’s the heir to the throne and he faced ZERO real consequences for that.

Okay, so hypothetically, let’s say Rhaenyra wins the throne, and all the Greens are dead. No one is that much of a threat to Targaryen rule, and Rhaenyra is to become queen officially. Daemon is king. Daemon. Is. King. And they still live in Misogynistic ass Westeros, and Rhaenyra is still a woman. You know how easily Daemon could just pull a “Give me that crown, everyone wants a king anyway and they’ll obey me ‘cause I’ll fucking kill them with my giant ballistic Lizard like I’ve always done, but now I have a massive military who is also fucking misogynistic. You’ll have my heirs and that’s it. Thanks Rhaenyra!”?

Rhaenyra would never let Daemon go. She needs him. Even she said it. So what would she do if he wanted the throne? Nothing. He’d kill her if she fought against him. Mr. Daemon “I murdered my first wife to get what I want” Targaryen.

And before anyone calls me a misogynistic team green or whatever, no I’m not Team Green, I’m just tired of how Rhaenyra Stan’s pretend she’s some sort of saint and the perfect character. If this doesn’t apply to you, don’t bother with lecturing me.

Rhaenyra is not Daenerys, and never will be. Just because they’re both girls and aspire for the throne, doesn’t make it a #girlboss moment. Rhaenyra wants to continue Targaryen supremacy and rule over the small folk just like her ancestors before her. She’s a super spoiled brat who doesn’t care about anyone’s pain, and wants to use everyone else as her pawns. So, more like Cersei than Daeny.

Is Rhaenyra someone completely evil? No, but she’s a huge idiot.

Also, I do sympathize for both sides, but Rhaenyra and her fans just make me want to rip my hair off.

I wrote this in 20 fucking minutes so pls don’t get on my ass about spelling errors. Bye.

[httpvomitello]

autistic wildflower requester from last year is back for round 2!!

today in my mind: I humbly request female autistic x daemon targaryen — with a twist! what if the girl was a bit more on the brave/feisty side and was the type to constantly be there to defend daemon verbally through thick and thin—regardless of his actions? doomed daemyra… season 2 go CRAZY!!!!

The song inspiration for this one is “Call Boy”! Specifically the version covered by Vivid Bad Squad—and this fan-made MV (⬇️) which has english lyrics baked into it.

Hello, hello! I hope you like it ~ ♡

Call Boy *⁠.⁠✧

daemon targaryen x autistic!fem!reader

Summary: You were many things: daughter of a noble house, a woman of sharp wit and a sharper tongue, a storm in the form of flesh and blood. But above all else, you were his. Daemon had been called many things—rogue prince, kinslayer, traitor—but you called him something else: worthy.

No matter what he did, no matter how many bridges he burned or how many enemies he made, you stood at his side, unwavering. You fought for him, defended him, loved him in ways no one else dared.

And for that, you would be hated.

For that, you would burn.

But you would burn together.

There were whispers before you even arrived at court.

“The Lord of House Y/L/N sends his wild daughter to King’s Landing? A fool’s decision.”

“She has no place among nobles—always arguing, always speaking out of turn. The girl has no shame.”

“She’s strange. Unruly. I hear she talks to herself like a madwoman and cannot stomach idle chatter.”

Daemon found the rumors amusing at first—until the day he actually met you.

The feast was insufferable, filled with dullards and sycophants who clung to Viserys like leeches. Daemon sat on the outskirts, swirling his wine, ready to leave—when suddenly, a sharp voice cut through the hall like a blade.

“You dare call Prince Daemon a coward?”

The room fell silent.

Daemon raised an eyebrow, intrigued, as his gaze fell upon you—a young woman standing tall despite the court’s scorn, your eyes ablaze with fury. Before you stood a fat, pompous lord whose face had gone pale as milk.

“I-I meant no insult—”

“You did,” you snapped. “And now you stand here, quivering like a gutless rat, because you lack the spine to defend your own words.”

The lord floundered, looking to Viserys for help, but the king merely sighed. The court watched in stunned silence as you turned to Daemon, eyes bright with defiance.

“You are no coward, my prince,” you declared. “Cowards are the ones who slander you behind your back because they know they would piss themselves if they ever dared to face you in battle.”

Daemon grinned.

He had found something far more interesting than wine.

From that night on, you became Daemon’s fiercest defender.

When the council called him reckless, you reminded them of his victories.

When the court called him a traitor, you called them spineless fools.

When the gods themselves seemed to turn against him, you remained by his side.

It was a devotion that baffled even Daemon himself.

“Do you truly care so much for my reputation, wildflower?” he asked one evening, sprawled beside you in his chambers.

“I care for you,” you answered simply.

And it was true.

You had never been one for false pleasantries or empty flattery. Your mind worked differently than others—social niceties were meaningless, but honesty? Honesty was sacred.

Daemon had flaws. Gods, did he have flaws. He was cruel at times, violent when provoked, and his ambitions knew no bounds.

But he was yours.

And you would fight for him until your dying breath.

Even when Rhaenyra returned to his life.

Even when war loomed on the horizon.

Even when it became clear that love alone would not save you.

By the time Aegon sat the throne, the blood had already begun to spill.

Daemon was restless, pacing Dragonstone’s halls, preparing for the inevitable battle to come. You stood with him, unyielding as ever, while the whispers of war swirled through the castle like ghosts.

“She will not forgive you,” you warned him one night, voice hushed as you stood in the war room. “Rhaenyra.”

Daemon exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “She will understand.”

You scoffed. “Will she?”

His silence was answer enough.

The truth was, Daemon had doomed himself.

Not because of his ambition. Not because of his rage.

But because, deep down, you both knew the truth:

Daemon Targaryen would always choose himself.

And yet, despite everything, you stayed.

Because you were not Rhaenyra. You were not soft. You were not naïve.

You knew exactly what kind of man Daemon was.

And still, you burned for him.

The last time you saw him was amidst the storm.

The sky was black, the sea raging below, and Daemon stood before you, face carved from stone. You knew what he was going to say before he even opened his mouth.

“Stay here,” he ordered.

“No.”

He sighed, running a hand through his silver hair. “You’re being difficult.”

You stepped closer, jaw clenched. “I will always be difficult when it comes to you.”

Daemon hesitated. For the first time in his life, he looked uncertain.

And that terrified you.

“I must do this alone.” His voice was softer now, like a confession. “You understand that, don’t you?”

You did. Gods help you, you did.

But that didn’t mean you had to accept it.

“If you leave,” you whispered, voice shaking, “you will not return.”

Daemon smirked. “Have you so little faith in me, wildflower?”

You grabbed his hand—one final act of defiance. One final act of love.

“Promise me.” Your voice broke. “Promise me you will come back.”

Daemon Targaryen, rogue prince, kinslayer, your everything, pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead.

And then he was gone.

Daemon never returned.

Some say he died at Harrenhal. Some say he fell in battle.

You never learned the truth.

But that didn’t matter.

What mattered was that, for the first time in your life, you had no fight left to give. No one left to defend.

Because Daemon Targaryen was gone.

And you had been his, but he had never truly been yours.

[linberlyy]

Also team Black actors share the same misconception and misunderstanding that many team black fans do that there is no love or loyalty within Team Green, when most of Rhaenyra’s team abandoned her in the end and they don’t even like and trust one another as it is currently. They aren’t supporting Rhaenyra because they believe in her. Theyre all supporting her because the position they’re in, there is no other choice or they personally want something- Daemon to be King, for his blood to eventually sit the Iron throne. Corlys, very much the same reason. He wants his name attached to a King. Rhaenys while throwing this accusation at Alicent, follows her husband’s lead far more than Alicent followed Viserys. Plus their Granddaughters are Daemon’s daughters and are now betrothed to Rhaenyra’s sons. They weren’t even betrothed because Rhaenyra considered them great candidates for her sons, but because she needs to use their legitimacy to bolster her own sons. She tried it with Helaena. Not to mention, Rhaena has lost her claim to Driftmark with the death of Luke, the deal with Rhaenys/Corlys was so weak and fickle that it broke within 3-4 days. Corlys distrusts and resents Rhaenyra more after Rhaenys dies fighting for her. Rhaenyra eventually calls for the heads of her most innocent and loyal supporters and one by one they abandon her too.

While team Green, despite their dysfunction were loyal to each other to the very end. Everything that Alicent has done since she was a teenager has been out of fear for and for the safety of her children. She is their only parent, their only source of attention, affection and discipline. She tells Aegon that he’s no son of hers, then 48 hours later- as futile as it is, she stands in front of a Dragon to protect him, he tries to pull her back with him and she removes his hand to push him further behind her but then there’s an understanding that they’re going to die together. Aegon doesn’t want it but he takes the throne anyway because he understands that his rulership will be the only thing that protects the people he loves. In the trailer you can see that the murder of Jaehaerys not only destroys Helaena but Alicent too. It also forces Aegon to mature, take more of a leadership role and actually fight to show that he’s “as fearsome as any of them”. Aemond talks shit about Aemond and wishes he was the firstborn son but ultimately he fights for Aegon until his dying day. Alicole are meant to contrast Daemyra with many seeing Daemyra as superior but Daemon has put his hands on Rhaenyra. Grows angry and resentful of her, takes a new little girl as lover, abandons Rhaenyra and doesn’t answer her call to be beside her when she needs him the most. While Criston is killed trying to make his way back to Kingslanding to save Alicent and Helaena. Daeron also dies trying to make his way back to KL to liberate his mother and sister. Otto isn’t shit, but even after being removed as hand, he stays loyal to Aegon. Aegon wanted to build giant statues of his brothers in their memory. He has it written into Law that Alicent and Helaena were the only Queens during the dance era, a law that still stands in Westeros and one Rhaenyra’s sons and other direct descendants didn’t bother to change. He marries his daughter to Aegon III to ensure that she’s Queen after he dies and she is known to history as Queen Jaehaera Targaryen even if it was brief.

If this isn’t love and loyalty, then I don’t know what is. There were no defectors on Team Green.

Even the commoners stayed loyal. Part of the reason they revolt against Rhaenyra and storm the Dragonpit is because of what happened to Helaena’s boys and Helaena herself and because of Brothel Queens even if it’s not clear whether it was a rumor or true. The people still loved Helaena and Alicent. While on Dragonstone, where Rhaenyra ruled for years. A broken and Dragonless (at first) Aegon goes and turns these people against Rhaenyra.

The phrase said by actress Raena about the fact that there is no love in the green family sounds quite comical. Because the character she plays received absolutely no love from, for example, Daemon. Yes, there were some scenes in the cut script where Daemon hugged his daughters after Laena died, but we're looking at the final script and that wasn't there. In the same episode, Raena complains to her mom that Daemon doesn't pay attention to her because she doesn't have a dragon, and in the next episode, Daemon marries Rhaenyra shortly after Laena's funeral. And the children were clearly not happy (and tb stans, please don’t make me think that they were simply frozen then. Their faces really showed a lack of understanding of what was happening). And the actress calls it love? Seriously? Is there love in the black family? Show it to me.

Now I'll be interested to see how Corlys reacts to his wife's death and whether he will tell Rhaenyra that it was her fault. Just wondering. Or will he stick his tongue up his ass again and say nothing? Will support the black team for no reason simply BECAUSE?

(no hate towards the actors) but most of them say real nonsense, their arguments are like “tb are good, tg are evil, there’s no need to choose, our family loves each other and hates them.” This is so funny. Okay, let the tbs kiss their ass, this video was edited for them.

[crimsonbastard]

Alright, might as well adress the elephant in the room:

- The absolute desecration of Alicent's Character is infuriating. Her straight up surrendering to Rhaneyra and throwing her sons to the wolves?? And betraying her own Father? Alicent HAS her issues with her family but there's no way that she's going to stoop as low as straight up giving them up. And oh, her saying that she was "fond" of Viserys?? Like what?? You mean the man who groomed you?? Put his rot in you and neglected you and your children??? What the actual fuck??? Was this the same woman who attacked Rhaenyra when her son got mutilated?? All of that for what?? Nothing! And what of your Grandson Alicent?? The little boy who was butchered?? Does his death mean nothing??

- Helaena's complete 180. Seriously?? Her guiding Daemon? The man who orchestrated her son's death? I understand Helaena not wanting to fight, and as Queen she has every right to deny Aemond, but her guiding Daemon towards his path?? Seriously?? And since when did her Visions get Lucid enough to pinpoint Aemond's grave?? Atleast Condom and Hiss had the courtesy of Helaena feel something towards her husband when she confronts Aemond about what he did.

- Oh Aemond, literally the only Green who (besides Cole & Daeron) who's fighting for his family. Him trying to force Helaena felt out of character, as, besides his mother it's her he cherishes the most. We see him lash out, that cold calculated mask finally dropping as he starts getting desperate when he lashes out on Sharp Point and it's innocent citizens as well as his sister. He still is that angry boy who lost his eye.

- We've got Rhaenyra openly admitting what Team Black had been denying all along. That for her to ascend, Aegon must be put to the sword.

- Cole finally being vulnerable and showing what's going through that head of his. How he thinks that this war is for nothing, and that whatever ideals he held onto before, have been let go of and that the only thing that keeps him going is Alicent. He knows that chances of him making out of this war are slim but he goes along with it, for her. Him admitting his hypocrisy, and that he has no shame was the cherry on top. A Jaime Parallel.

- Ah yes the Weirwood vision that conveniently removes any daemyra angst later on. Daemon realising how serious the upcoming horrors from beyond the north are, and that Daeneryes cameo is nothing but a cheap attempt by Condom and Hiss, just to:

a) Shoehorn Daenerys to appease Dany Stans

b) Remind the audience of the "divine right" of the Targaryens to rule westeros as only they can "unite" the realm.

c) Completely absolve all the future atrocities comitted by Rhaenyra and Daemon, as it is for the "Greater Good"

d) By doing so, they gave Daemon a convenient excuse to go on his "murder suicide" battle with Aemond other than abandoning his wife for one last girl he groomed, her being Nettles who is cut from the show, so as to not anger the Daemyra stans.

e) It doesn't even matter in the end, as it's Arya who kills the Night King.

- Alyn verbally decimating Corlys for abandoning him and his brother until his legitimate heirs were gone was satisfying to see.

- Aegon wanting to fashion himself as "The Realms Delight" Is interesting. Considering he will go down into the history books as the Rightful King whereas Rhaenyra goes from being "The Realm's Delight" to "Maegor with Teats". Aegon being negatively viewed by the smallfolk this season despite wanting to do good by them (to get their love and approval) whereas Rhaenyra leading innocent people to their deaths (by dragonfire) and watching from atop, and also sending a few "gifts" to the starving smallfolk, she herself being the cause of their starvation, via the blockade. If the writer's don't further fuck up, we might hopefully see the smallfolk shift their perception towards both rulers, with Rhaenyra being finally called "Maegor with Teats" and Aegon being somwhat looked at positively.

- Sunfyre cannot be dead. He's too important. I hope they made Larys mention that just to subvert our expectations.

- We finally get to see Tessarion, and she looks like a recolored Arrax. Hopefully with a bigger budget they'll give her a more fitting look.

[fatum679]

T/W mention of csa. Please lmk if you want me to stop bothering you w/my questions. I'm so disgusted with ppl calling Aemond a "milf hunter", claiming he was happy to have consensual sex with the brothel madame and pointig out by Wesrerosi standards, a 13 year old is already an adult. Like in spite the "Wesrerosi standards" we call Daenerys, Alicent and Helaena child brides, although by the abovementioned Wesrerosi standards, Drogo was a really decent, protective husband, Viserys I wasn't that terrible (he actually asked Alicent if she was ok), and the book Aegon, who was btw just 2 years older than his sister wife, used to get along with Helaena. I fear, however, that HBO is gonna give "Aemond the milf hunter" enthusiasts what they want, making the madame his lover, confidante and comfort person.

Hello! I'm glad you're interested in my opinion.

I've read these theories about Aemond lying on the brothel madam's lap. Even if this is true, there is no evidence that they had sex, the woman is fully clothed.

I don't support the theory that Aemond is a "milf lover", in the first season, when Aemond recognized her, he was embarrassed, he lowered his head and tried not to draw attention to himself. It's not normal for a 13 year old to have sex with a stranger. Viserys 2, also at the age of 13, had sex with his wife and she became pregnant from him, but they had love, they were happy together.

Only in Westeros! as an exception, this can happen with mutual love, but not when it is a marriage of convenience and the partners do not love each other.

Aegon did not get along with Helaena in the book: “Princess Helaena was breaking her fast with her children when the Kingsguard came to her…but when asked the whereabouts of Prince Aegon, her brother and husband, she said only, “He [Aegon] is not in my bed, you may be sure. Feel free to search beneath the blankets”” “Though the good septon admits Prince Aegon was with a paramour when he was found, he insists the girl was the daughter of a wealthy trader, and well cared for besides”

I was thinking about why they gave this information that Aemond lost his virginity at the age of 13. If the writers went with the idea that Aemond is the father of Helaena's children, this is important information. The age difference between Aemond and Helaena is one year. He, like Viserys 2, could impregnate his sister at the age of 13.

If we consider the version that Aemond is not lying on Helaena’s lap, then I am inclined to the version where Aemond is with a girl who dressed up as Helaena and in her dress. Perhaps they will have sex, after which Aemond will suffer from the fact that he cannot be with his sister.

A person can have sex with anyone, but still love and desire to be with someone else. Daemon had many sexual partners, but he always wanted to be with Rhaenyra. And I compare Daemon to Aemond because it's obvious and there are parallels we see between Daemyra and Helamond.

I'm not a fan of TB, but if you look at it objectively, Aemond and Daemon died for their queens. All these parallels are like a shot to the head. This shows their connection as characters, that this is one house with similar destinies. The entire Targaryen war is like a snake devouring itself - ouroboros.

I still believe in Helaemond's theory because all these hints that were obvious in the series. But I understand that everything is in the power of the writers and they can ruin everything.

[rynnthefangirl]

You've given me a sermon and I still think the same thing, you have no idea how a succession to the throne works, and again the responsibility for all the evils falls on Aegon and Viserys, and I will never see them as ornaments or call them usurpers, as you have done, for asking for their own.

It's not a question of me caring who Rhaenyra sleeps with or if she's married or not, but this is not the 21st century in its CONTEXT those children have no right to a throne, and it seems a little naive to me that you believe that Corlys, putting up with the horns the size of a castle that his son wore, would not assume/demand that Jace reign with the surname Velaryon.

The intentions of sending your brothers away when Joffrey and Rhaena are perfectly safe in the Vale I will always question, sorry, at best it's just stupidity, which is more than enough reason for me to believe that he would make a terrible king, even if he didn't have to be one in the first place.

Your image of Aegon and Viserys as two dead plants does not coincide with mine 🤷🏼‍♀️ and I still think the same. The responsibility of not starting a war of succession does not fall on them, but on their half-brothers, who are not required to maintain stability and think of others. Besides Aegon and Viserys being right with their claim would be guaranteeing a well-being that Jace could not, they were also intelligent and capable, they would not have such stupid ideas as giving dragons to strangers.

For your information, Aegon and Viserys are my favorite characters, ahead of their parents, and part of the reason why I support Daemyra is because of the birth of these boys who are the best thing that happened to the dynasty after years of shit. Again, the colloquium about monarchies and how bad they are was not necessary, contextualize! We are talking about a hypothetical scenario that takes place in a medieval fantasy, not our current reality, where I am not interested in what you think and you should not be interested in what I think.

Also you assume that a tremendous war would break out, and you give Aegon and Viserys the position of Aegon II in the dance.... are you serious? Particular way of liking their characters, Aegon II opposed a legitimate heir, Aegon and Viserys would oppose an illegitimate son of their mother who would not have to be in the line of succession, besides it is possible that they did not want to advocate for a war from the beginning and that they will try a peaceful approach, if Jace does not decide to step aside (knowing that he has no right to be in the line of succession, these are the rules of the game and they know it, Rhaenyra too, that's why they want to hide the sun with a finger and they do not advocate for the rights of bastards to inherit or be legitimized with their mother's surname, but they remain silent for two reasons, out of shame, because they are still people of their time, and because no one would accept a public admission that they are going to be ruled by a bastard, in addition to the fact that it would be treason) it is his responsibility, it is not comparable to the case of Rhaenyra and Aegon II, and yes dear, welcome to Westeros, it is a sexist society since you have told me something about passing the Targaryen through the maternal line counts less and blah blah blah, well yes, unfortunately that is how it is, the plot of Dorne, as you can understand...has so little to do with the rest of Westeros that I'm going to pretend I haven't read it. If a dance had not happened I see that for you Aegon and Viserys would be a random fourth and fifth son, and not the legitimate heirs to the iron throne, I suppose that those fourth and fifth sons also deal with the humiliation of an illegitimate son of your mother being ahead of you at the time of inheriting the crown.

I see them as resilient men, with determination, who think about the people but also about the good of their house, they literally tried to bring back the dragons because they knew how important they were for the Targaryen house despite their bad experiences with them, they were fair, they had a good heart but they knew how to be tough when required. To me, zero proactive characters don't seem interesting and in your eyes it's what they are, I almost have to be thankful that the dance happened, otherwise my favorite characters would have been lost in the annals of history as a random fourth and fifth son while Jace "Velaryon" keeps what belongs to them.

It is useless to make you understand the point, we simply have very different views of the matter, I blame those who keep what does not belong to them, you blame those who ask for theirs, and you like them for very different reasons than I do. We have reached the same old speech of calling me a racist in a hidden way for liking the distinctive features of the Targaryens (I do not deny it) the silver hair and the purple eyes because they give them a supernatural look that I love, but that wasn't the point, at this moment I already know that it is talking to a wall 🤷🏼‍♀️

And yes, legitimacy matters, thank you Daemon for marrying Rhaenyra and thus ensuring that your children had a safe existence in a medieval society where being a bastard is highly punished and stigmatized, with that alone you did more than the parents of the "Velaryon princes" for their success in life and so that they did not depend on the charity and silence of others, and yes, well, if it makes me a toxic Daemyra stan to prefer that they be together from the beginning, that Rhaenyra have legitimate children from the beginning that she doesn't have to lie about and that she is in a marriage that she wanted and in which she would be happy, I'm sorry (I say this for the other anon you received who can't stand the 4 fans of Aegon and Viserys who defend their place, but well, it's just that we can't stand that a brown-haired child is ahead of a silver-haired one, reductionism at its finest)

Goodbye, I have seen that we have irreconcilable positions.

You've given me a sermon and I still think the same thing

And you have replied with an even longer sermon, and I still think then same thing.

Your image of Aegon and Viserys as two dead plants does not coincide with mine 🤷🏼‍♀️

So not having ambition for the throne that they would risk starting a civil war for = dead plants?

Also you assume that a tremendous war would break out, and you give Aegon and Viserys the position of Aegon II in the dance.... are you serious?

Yeah, because every time anyone has usurped the throne, it has caused war. So in an imaginary scenario where Aegon were to crown himself after Rhaenyra's death, that at the very least risks warfare breaking out. If not between him and Jace, then their children...

And yes, the person who crowns themself against the will of the previous monarch would be doing what the Greens did. I'm not comparing them to Aegon II though because Aegon and Viserys never did such a thing.

Besides it is possible that they did not want to advocate for a war from the beginning and that they will try a peaceful approach.

I would have zero issue whatsoever if they tried a peaceful approach. The hypothetical I am disagreeing against is a violent grab for power, which I would not support no matter how "rightful" they are.

Yes dear, welcome to Westeros, it is a sexist society since you have told me something about passing the Targaryen through the maternal line counts less and blah blah blah, well yes, unfortunately that is how it is

A- you don't have to be condescending. Don't call me "dear". And honestly, it is amazing to me that you are TB. Because everything you think it just re-packaged Team Green rhetoric. Including the idea that sexism isn't something we should support changing in Westerso because that's just "how it is".

The plot of Dorne, as you can understand...has so little to do with the rest of Westeros that I'm going to pretend I haven't read it.

You mean pointing out that there is already an example of how names will pass down the female line that the Iron Throne knows of and could emulate?

And not the legitimate heirs to the iron throne, I suppose that those fourth and fifth sons also deal with the humiliation of an illegitimate son of your mother being ahead of you at the time of inheriting the crown.

See the thing is, for people that love their family more than they love the concept of blood purity and legitimacy, then it isn't actually a humiliation for your older brother to ascend the throne.

To me, zero proactive characters don't seem interesting and in your eyes it's what they are.

There are other ways to be proactive other than just caring about the throne. The throne is not everything in life, it is not the all important thing that you are an empty meaningless character if you don't pursue it at all costs.

We have reached the same old speech of calling me a racist in a hidden way for liking the distinctive features of the Targaryens (I do not deny it)

It's calling you racist to point out that blood purity appears to be an important factor for you? Is it not an important factor? Did I misunderstand?

Goodbye, I have seen that we have irreconcilable positions.

Yes, goodbye and good riddance! Though I do highly recommend you check out Team Green! They have such wonderful ideas as:

-Aegon II is justified in usurping the throne because it is his birthright and the chosen heir of the previous ruler means nothing

-Male primogeniture and sexism is just how things are in Westeros, so that means 21st century viewers don't need to be at all against it

-Having bastards is the worst thing ever and bastards are inferior and we should 100% use that against them

I think you might find some stuff you like there!

[coffeebooksrain18]

Changing Daemons relationship with his family was such a poor idea. Daemon didnt need to hate or resent his wife and children to be a bad man. He was multi faceted already. Worse even we got hints of an alternate version where he did love them without question.

We see him sitting close with Baela teaching her Valyrian in Pentos where they looked comfortable like he was used to and happy to teach her their language. He even during Laenas birthing scene talking to the healer, being told how Laenas struggling to give birth and he just sort of whispers to himself "my brave girl". And how when presenting with the same choice as Viserys was, cutting the mother open to save the child where Viserys only asked if he could ensure the child lives but Daemon only asks "will the mother survive?" To which he shakes his head no when being told she wont, before realizing she's gone and chasing after her. And a deleted scene of him even consoling his daughters after her death.

It's like they out the foundations of their romance there and they only added specific lines to make sure no one thought he loved Laena over Rhaenyra or his daughters over his eventual sons. Not even going into how awful it was to rewrite Laena to be a "settled for second option" and then written to die a brutal death alone by fire instead of in her husband's arms.

Like, they wanted to push Daemon and Rhaenyra so badly, but like, we see he treats Rhaenyra is no better. They sacrificed a genuinly loving relationship for one that they immediately wrote as toxic and full of arguing and even abuse.

I honestly have no idea what they think I'm supposed to be getting out of Daemon and Rhaenyras relationship that they sacrifice everything else. I mean, they also definitely didnt show best anything of Harwin and Rhaenyra for the same reason. It would risk people liking him over Daemon for her just like they feared people like Laena over Rhaenyra for Daemon.

It's like they have no idea what to do about this relationship, because they're too cowardly to just follow what happens in the books for them now.

I completely agree, I've made a post on why I don't ship Daemyra here.

But let's talk about what you said, all of what you've said is true, I'm a HUGE Laena x Daemon or Daela shipper. So much so I'm planning go make a Daemon x Laena fic in the future on my fic account @ashblooddragons.

What drove me crazy about Ryan and Co doing this, is the fact they changed the Veleryons to black and then make Daemon pretty much hate Laena and his daughters. It made me uncomfortable and it's easy to have ones mind go to Racism. Especially when you add the fact he's pining for his very white niece.

And yeah if there is one person I think Rhaenyra should get with its Harwin. And them giving him little to no screen time in general but especially with Rhaenyra and the Steong boys is very weird to me.

It kinda felt like they tried to be inclusive with the Veleryons only to make them be used or ignored by their partners (besides Corlys). They kinda feel like a after thought to Ryan and Co and it pisses me off cause they were VERY interesting.

Sorry if this sucks you said a lot of my own thoughts and I also have a headache I need to take meds for. Hope this all makes sense.

[darklinaforever]

So on the other hand, you have to calm down. The writing is bad and stupid, including for Daemyra, but it's clear that the ship and this romance is not over at all. Believing that Daemyra is destroyed because of that kiss is pretty stupid. The choking scene didn't do it. I don't see why a kiss would. Rhaenyra outright says that she and Daemon are "halves of a whole" and Condal describes the moment with Mysaria like this :

Yes. Very clearly Daemyra will survive this new bullshit. It also reminds me of Mary Stuart in Reign who cheats on Francis even though we know very well that they will still come back together later. 🙄

Besides, with Daemon's random and undeveloped mentality in this show, I'm not even sure it would particularly bother him ?

Not to mention that according to Emma, ​​Rhaenyra probably doesn't even intend to tell Daemon, so he'll probably never find out. So it probably won't have any long-term impact, like that stupid strangling scene.

Once again, this shit scene is just there to shock the viewer... and probably have free LGBTQ+ representation / queerbaiting.

But once again, all this will have no impact on the overall progress of the show and even less on the characters concerned.

It's just there to be there.

But clearly Daemyra will get over it.

[nrilliree]

https://www.tumblr.com/miss-dollette/751777149185376256/wake-up-call-for-ballistic-team-black-and-rhaenyra?source=share

Why the fuck put that in the Daemyra tag ?

Plus, we love seeing them bring out the same bullshit that we've already contradicted a billion times.

Also, I don't understand their obsession with saying that Rhaenyra got herself into trouble for her marriage under the pretext that she could marry whoever she wanted ?

Precisely she could marry whoever she wanted, and she didn't find anyone she wanted. Namely someone she could love and co-run with. She doesn't just choose a husband but a future king.

Like, we blame her for not finding someone she likes (as if that's can be controlling...) to one of the countless idiots we've seen parade around ? WTF ?

Also, let's be realistic, the only person Rhaenyra wanted to marry is also the only one Viserys will never leave her, namely Daemon.

Plus, if I remember correctly, this situation wasn't so much about giving Rhaenyra a choice to marry whoever she wants, but about making her feel like she had a choice so that she would finally get married.

Literally Viserys had a discussion about it with Alicent !

To get Rhaenyra to marry the way Viserys wanted, he had to make Rhaenyra feel like she had a choice. So it was just the illusion of a choice from the start.

Additionally, Viserys literally choose Laenor in order to right his own mistake with the Velaryons, so a selfish behavior. He simply took the opportunity of having discovered Daemyra's escapade because of Otto to finally impose on Rhaenyra a marriage that would suit him.

Like... these people are blaming Rhaenyra for following her feelings for Daemon ? Oh yeah, she's such a spoiled brat for that.

Because it's such a spoiled person's behavior to want to be with the person you love !

I'm not even going to bother with the false mention of Daemon being a pedophile yet...

Besides, Daemon, so hungry for the throne, never really does anything to get it ? Whether it's in Fire and Blood or HOTD, the statement that he's so hungry for the throne makes me laugh. Is thinking too hard for these people ?

And sorry, but no, Daemon wouldn't have touched the Greens kids if it hadn't been for the usurpation.

He literally never had any threatening behavior towards them. He never showed the slightest interest in them, even negative. He is literally content to ignore their existence.

The fact that Daemon is ready to kill the Greens after the usurpation is not proof that he would have done it before (and I'm talking about the show). At that point the Greens have to kill Viserys for him, in addition to usurping his wife and causing the loss of his unborn daughter. And he suspects that soon they will come for them. You surprise me that he wants to get rid of it after all this mess !

The only children we see being threatened with their lives in danger throughout the show are literally the Velaryon children from the Greens. In addition, we also have proof that for the usurpation, they would have killed Rhaenyra and her family. They would have been killed if they had stayed after dinner in episode 8 ! And what's more, they wanted to take Daemyra's sons hostage !

Anyway, the only reason this argument exists is because... Otto says it. That's all.

Other than that, there's no indication that Daemyra would harm Alicent's children, you have to stop the bullshit after a while.

Everything proves that Greens are the aggressors for Blacks children. Not the opposite.

Tired of this bullshit.

Oh and this person is visibly neutral which... amounts to being a green no for me anyway.

Because such people want to attract attention so that later they can cry "TB they come uninvited and are rude :( :((".

Rhaenyra didn't want to marry a 10-year-old, or an 80-year-old, or a sexist Lannister who would force her to give up the throne to Aegon? What a spoiled, horrible brat! It's all her fault! Because you understand - her forced marriage to Laenor is her fault and she is not a victim. But Alicent and her forced marriage to Viserys, whom she visited alone in his chambers for half a year without saying a word that her father told her to, is a complete victim of the marriage. Not like Rhaenyra. Neither does Laenor. NO. Only Alicent is THE victim. Besides, I bet that if Rhaenyra had chosen Harvin, for example, she would have been advised against it so they could use her to fix Viserys' mess.

My favorite argument is always "Daemon doesn't want Rhaenyra, he just wants the throne." So why did he show interest in her when HE was the heir, not her :D?

And if Daemon and Rhaenyra wanted Alicent's children to be dead, they would be dead. They would meet with accidents over the years, because if Daemon could organize B&C, he could do this too. But he didn't. Because it was the TGs who had a plan to murder Rhaenyra and her family. Not the other way around.

[hllywdwhre]

Dreamer, Queen, Prince - Prologue

Pairing: Daemyra x fem!OC

Warnings: Please check masterlist for warnings. This is an 18+ fic, MDNI

Masterlist

*97 AC

Prince Aegon kneeled next to Princess Adlyn Stark’s pale form with her hand in his. A fever had set in soon after the birth of their daughter, Viserea, and in three days it had taken her. Aegon couldn’t bring himself to leave his wife’s side yet, in disbelief at the sick twist of fate. They had convinced her father Ellard, the Lord of Winterfell, to allow them to be wed. They had traveled to King’s Landing and had a royal wedding. Less than two moons later Adlyn found out she was with child. Their happiness had lasted less than a year.

It was Aemma’s touch that broke him out of his trance and caused him to finally look away from his dead wife’s body. Behind her stood his older brother, Viserys, and each of them held a baby bundled in blankets. Viserys held his own daughter, Rhaenyra, wrapped in a blanket of Targaryen red and Arryn blue, while Aemma held Aegon’s daughter, Viserea, wrapped in a blanket of Targaryen red and Stark grey. Both of the blankets were gifts from the girls’ uncle Daemon.

“Brother, you have my deepest condolences,” Viserys said, his face showing just how truly sorry he was for his brother, “You must leave her side now. Viserea needs you.”

Aegon can read the true meaning behind his words. They need to take her body away now so that she can be prepared for the funeral. That was why they truly needed him to leave her side.

“I want her sent back to the North. She deserves to be buried next to the rest of her family. She wanted us to return there to raise our family after our grandsire passed, she would want to be buried there,” Aegon told them. He knew that traditionally a Targaryen’s partner received a dragon rider’s death, but traditionally one didn’t marry for love and instead married out of political advantage. Their marriage was not traditional.

“Of course, Aegon. Her wishes will be honored,” Aemma said, not bothering with any titles. She was one of the only in the Keep who did not use them unless absolutely necessary, and while most would see it as disrespectful, Aegon knew that Aemma meant it as a show of affection. She had always found titles to not be personable enough when speaking to those that she loved.

Aegon kissed Adlyn’s hand one last time and wiped away the rest of his tears before standing. He turned to face his brother and his brother’s wife and allowed them to guide him out of the room where he could hear the handmaidens covering her body.

“How is Viserea?” Aegon asked, forcing himself to focus on the last bit of Adlyn he had left.

“As strong as the woman she was named after,” Viserys said as Aemma gently handed the newborn girl to her father.

Aegon let the smallest smile crack across his face at the sight before him. While she possessed the silver hair and violet eyes of a Targaryen, Viserea’s face was that of her mother’s. As much as he wanted to return to the room they had just left and lay beside his wife’s body and waste away until he joined her, Aegon knew he could not allow himself to do so. He would not leave his daughter alone in the world without a parent.

“Are you ready to pick an egg to join her in the cradle?” Viserys asked his brother.

“I’m assuming you have already placed the gold one in Rhaenyra’s cradle?” Aegon asked, though he knew the answer. It was the egg Viserys had been watching for weeks, just waiting on Rhaenyra to arrive so he could choose it. Viserys let out a laugh and nodded,

“Tell me that it isn’t fitting for her,” Viserys said and stepped next to Aegon, letting him see his daughter’s face. Aegon couldn’t help but see what Viserys meant.

“Well, let us see if we can find one as fitting for my Viserea, shall we?”

Aegon and Viserys allowed the wet nurses to take their daughters and made their way to the dragon pit. Aegon looked over the eggs for only a couple minutes before deciding on one. It was a deep purple so dark it almost seemed black with the tips of each scale colored silver. He ordered for it to be placed in the cradle with Viserea and to only be removed when necessary.

6 months later he would find a purple dragon with small talons of silver curled on his daughter’s chest while a golden dragon slept soundly next to his niece.

*100 AC

“Dracarys,” Jaehaerys shouted, watching as Vermithor’s flames covered his grandson’s body where it lay on a pyre.

Rhaenyra and Viserea clung to each other in front of the small crowd gathered for Aegon’s funeral. Daemon stood directly behind the girls, gently resting one hand on each of their heads. At only three years of age, neither of them should have to be introduced to death, yet Viserea was saying goodbye to her father and Rhaenyra to one of her uncles. He hurt for them both. His brother had always been the nicest of them, truly encapsulating the lessons their grandsire had tried teaching them. Daemon always knew that Aegon would have made the best king out of his siblings, but it seemed the gods had a cruel sense of humor.

That night when it was time for the Princesses to go to bed, no one stood any chance of separating them. They refused to leave Viserea’s bed and, eventually, Aemma and Viserys allowed them to spend the night together tightly wrapped in the red and black silk blanket brought back by Daemon.

*102 AC

“Tessarion!” Viserea said, as firm as a five year-old’s voice could be.

“Syrax!” Rhaenyra said in the same commanding tone.

The two girls had finally chosen the names of their dragons and had spent the entire day away in the dragon pit teaching them their names. Rhaenyra had chosen Syrax, named after the Valyrian goddess of fruitfulness. Viserea had chosen Tessarion, after the goddess of prophecies.

The dragons perked up, looking at their respective riders and tilting their heads. The two girls let out giggles of excitement. The dragonkeeper grinned proudly at the two of them.

“Now that they know their names, try giving them a basic command. Princess Rhaenyra will tell them to sit and Princess Viserea can tell them to stand.” He said, allowing each of the girls to take a step forward to the dragons.

“Demās,” Rhaenyra said clearly, smiling as both of the small dragons sat down. Rhaenyra turned to look at Viserea.

“Iōrās,” Viserea said next, causing both of the dragons to stand up. Both turned to look at the master, “Can we, please?” She asked. Moments later two goats were brought into the pit on opposite sides.

As soon as each goat had each dragon’s attention, they were given the okay by the dragonkeeper to give the command.

“Dracarys!” Rhaenyra and Viserea both said in unison, watching as their dragons’ stream of fire left their mouths.

*103 AC

“I present King Viserys Targaryen, first of his name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm.”

Aemma, Rhaenyra, Viserea, and Daemon kneeled at the foot of the Iron Throne, facing the new King. Viserea and Rhaenyra both wore traditional Valyrian headpieces that Daemon had gotten made for both of them directly after King Jaehaerys had named Viserys his heir.

The first thing Viserys did as King was make Viserea a legal part of his and Aemma’s family. It was to be declared and documented that she was his daughter as much as Rhaenyra was and would receive the same treatment as though she was the King’s true born daughter. Viserea would grow up knowing who her parents truly were and would be taught about them and both sides of her family’s history, but by law, she was Viserys and Aemma’s daughter.

This declaration did not change the family dynamic that had been built over the past three years since Aegon’s passing. Rhaenyra and Viserea had been inseparable since birth; where one went, the other followed. Aemma had always been a mother figure in Viserea’s life. In fact, she had called Aemma her mother for the first time at four years old and it had taken a lot of delicate explaining to try and get Viserea to understand that Aemma was actually her aunt. It took even longer to calm the crying girl down when she was told that her mother had died. It was Rhaenyra that got her to calm down when she said that they could just “share” her mother. Viserea received the same treatment from Viserys that Rhaenyra did, even before Viserea’s own father had passed and in the three years between her father passing and Viserys being crowned King of the Seven Kingdoms.

*104 AC

The dream started out as many of Viserea’s did. Flashes of her and Rhaenyra with their dragons, flashes of them learning Valyrian, flashes of the couple memories she still had of her father. This one took a turn halfway through. The colors weren’t as clear; the sides of them blended together as if it was a painting left in the rain. A golden dragon flew in the sky far above King’s Landing and moment’s later a deep purple dragon with silver talons arose next to the golden. On the backs of the dragons were Rhaenyra and Viserea themselves. A dragon’s roar could be heard over the sound of wind and then Viserea was sitting upright in bed.

Viserea pulled on the large door to her chambers and came face-to-face with her own member of the King’s Guard, Ser Ryden Tyrell.

“Princess, what are you doing awake?” Ser Ryden asked, a kind look on his face.

“I need to see Rhaenyra,” Viserea told him politely, “It’s very important.”

“My Princess, the sun has not risen yet. Princess Rhaenyra is still asleep in her chambers,” Ser Ryden told her.

“I need to see her! We will ride our dragons today and I need to tell her,” Viserea said as if it was as common a piece of knowledge as any.

“How are you so sure of it, Princess?”

“I had a dream of it and when I woke up I heard Tessarion’s roar. I know it is a dream like Danys the Dreamer!” Viserea’s voice rose in volume and became more demanding, needing him to understand the urgency she felt.

Ser Ryden’s eyebrows raised in surprise at the Princess’ statement. He glanced around the hall and then back at Viserea,

“How about this, young Princess? We don't disturb anyone while they sleep and you go back to your chambers. I know about your dream and I will make sure you have your time with Syrax and Tessarion first thing in the morning so you can tell Princess Rhaenyra. If Princess Rhaenyra mounts Syrax and you mount Tessarion, you and I can go to the King together and tell him about it. Is that a good plan?”

Viserea pondered the idea for a moment before nodding and shaking his outstretched hand.

The next morning Viserea told Rhaenyra about the dream and Ser Ryden’s promise while they were escorted to the pit. Ser Rydan stood with the dragonkeeper, having already told him about Viserea’s dream and what he had promised her. After a review of all the commands they needed to know, the master allowed them to attempt to mount their dragons.

“Lykirī. Rȳbās. (Be calm. Listen.)” Viserea said as Rhaenyra did the same. Viserea approached Tessarion and gently stroked her neck, smiling as the dragon seemed to hum underneath her. Her hands shook on top of the dragon, but she did not let her nervousness show.

Viserea gripped the saddle of the dragon and began pulling herself up. She carefully placed her foot on the part of the wing they had been taught to use to help themselves mount and let out a yelp when Tessarion lifted the wing and helped her the rest of the way onto the saddle. Once she was seated, Viserea looked to Rhaenyra to find her already seated on Syrax. Both of the girls smiled widely at each other then turned their attention back to the dragons.

“Naejot. (Forward.)” Viserea commanded and she tightened her grip on the reins as Tessarion began moving from inside the dragon pit and out into the training yard. A breeze blew past them and a flash of golden was already making its way to the air. Wasting no more time, Viserea gave one last command,

“Sōvēs, Tessarion. (Fly.)”

Within moments, Tessarion was next to Syrax again and Rhaenyra and Viserea were cheering loudly. The two guided their dragons above King’s Landing, showing off as they did so. The small size of both them and their dragons made it so they could dip down into the larger spaces between buildings and be back above the rooftops in moments. They flew to the Red Keep all the way down to the Silk Streets then back to the pit again. When they finally landed, both girls wore great smiles and their dragons were chirping and clicking away happily.

After the dragons were taken care of and back where they belonged, Ser Ryden kept his promise and both the girls were brought to the King where Ser Ryden and Viserea told her uncle of the dream and then about how she and Rhaenyra had flown that very morning.

Viserea and Rhaenyra were now the youngest dragonriders in Westorosi history. Viserea was the first dreamer since Aegon the Conqueror.

[chrkrose]

Okay so just a rando ask, I was reading through the posts on your page,, and I came to thinking

If daemon truly abandoned Rhaenyra, why didn't he just run away with nettles? Why did he have to still fight for team black when he could have just flown else where with her? Rhaenyra would have met her own end inevitably. I’m no daemyra shipper, I’m not a daemon fan either it just doesn't add up. He sacrificed his life to get rid of the biggest threat of team green? Wouldn't it be fair to assume it was for Rhaenyra? Or atleast his children.

Now this is just my personal opinion, he loved nettles, yes (she's awesome who wouldn't 😩) but he also bore some love for Rhaenyra (she’s mommy🥰) as well. He chose to let go of nettles to protect her because he loved her. He chose to fight for Rhaenyra because in the end of the day he loved her and wanted to prove his loyalty to her (but wasn’t actually faithful lol)

Daemon in his Katherine era 💀💀💀💅 blurry ass pic

He died for her cause if not for her in the end of the day. Well atleast that’s what I think 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

I don’t believe in the theory that he fled with nettles, it just sort of feels out of character for him, to leave his children, Aegon the younger in the clutches of Aegon ii. Daemon imo would scream his head off if he knew his first born son was captured by Aegon ii, and somehow work up some scheme to get back into the game and possibly overthrow Aegon ii. And it just seems unlikely he survived the fall as well. 

Daemon is a complicated and morally grey character, but like any character he has his merits and he has his flaws. I think his love life would be as complex as he is, conflicted by both duty and love.

I hope I make sense lol, I want to know your thoughts.

Ok, so first thanks for being normal even if you have a different opinion. Usually, I always get a bunch of people screaming at me lmao. It's cool to have rational discussions even if in the end the parts just agree in disagree. Now, back to the points you brought. I still disagree lol. Imo, Daemon didn't die for the cause, much less for Rhaenyra or his children. I'm gonna break down why I think this argument makes no sense whatsoever:

Fire & Blood never implies that Daemon had a close relationship or even cared that much for his children. He didn't hate them or anything, but we have no canon basis to say he was a fatherly type where he thought of his children that much or was willing to make huge sacrifices for them. This is fandom projection 101. So to say he did what he did thinking of his children is a stretch IMO.

Aemond wasn't Rhaenyra's biggest threat at the time. Her biggest threat was Daeron and the Southron army he had assembled. It's canon. "And yet, the greatest threat to Rhaenyra's reign was not Aemond One-Eye, but his younger brother, Prince Daeron The Daring, and the great southron army led by Lord Ormund Hightower." And that was before Ulf and Hugh's betrayal and before Rhaenyra alienated Addam by declaring him a traitor as well. So even if Rhaenyra didn't say anything about that in the letter to Daemon (which I doubt, since she was sending the letter to demand Nettles' death, so she sure talked about the dragonseeds' betrayal), Daemon knew about that already. He knew that without him, she was fucked, because she would have only Tyraxes and Syraxes on Team Black's side, and you can exclude Syraxes since Rhaenyra wouldn't go into battle. He knew all of that. He still chose to die anyway.

About running away with Nettles, a few things to consider. As long as he was with Nettles, she wouldn't be safe. If he runs away with her and Rhaenyra somehow wins the war, she will send for him. He would be a traitor, she'd never forgive that. If Rhaenyra loses, Team Green is definitely going after him. He would be a threat to the throne, they would never let them live. The best way to protect Nettles is to send her away alone. Besides that, regardless of what happened, if he ran away with her, he would never be able to return home and I doubt Daemon was keen on living on the run forever. It doesn't fit him.

It seemed like he was tired of war, tired of the scheming, tired of fighting. Even before I reached the point where he makes the decisions he makes, I felt his narrative shifting, and his time in Maidenpool with Nettles looked much more like a vacation to him and a respite than a mission. He seemed happy with Nettles, and happy with that bubble he created for them, but once reality burst that, he seemed done with everything. This is also sort of corroborated by his dialogue with Aemond, where he agrees he has lived for too long.

The narrative in any way frames his final battle with Aemond as something he is doing for the cause. Daemon might have gone through a somewhat redemption arc, but he's still very much a selfish man and someone who would never go down in any other way than not an epic way because he is "the rogue prince". His showdown with Aemond is written as something about both of them as characters whose arcs are mirrored at every turn, finally culminating in their final encounter, and written as Daemon's big send-off.

The narrative specifically frames his final act as a betrayal through Rhaenyra's lens, further corroborating all that was set up before, something that is narratively satisfying to the reader because at this point she's very much the villain instead of the hero. We have seen her burning bridges, behaving poorly with the smallfolk, and being unfair with allies, culminating in her acts against Addam, Nettles, and Corlys, and overestimating her hand to the point of being arrogant in her certainty that Daemon would come back to be with her after murdering an innocent woman. Until this point, Daemon and Nettles have been written as a romantic arc, one that ends in heartbreak, specifically because of Rhaenyra. So we have this moment of satisfaction when Rhaenyra realizes that even though she did everything she did, and she was so certain she would win, she actually lost. He left her. He betrayed her.

The story leaving the "possibility" that Daemon could have survived and gone to find his way toward Nettles serves to show where his loyalty truly lies, and where his heart is, in life or death. If anything, to believe he went on a suicide mission because he couldn't stand being apart from Nettles is a much more acceptable and logical conclusion of his final choices than the bizarre cope that is the "he died for Rhaenyra, for his children, or for the cause".

Finally, I don't think he loved both because I don't think he ever loved Rhaenyra tbh. Not like he loved Nettles or Laena. An argument can be made that he loves Rhaenyra in the show adaptation (although I disagree about that medium, but this is for another post). But in the book, it's very clear that she's not on top or even second in his list of "women I romantically loved most in my criminal life". I say Nettles comes first because his love for her seemed to come from a genuine place of wonderment and affection, with no hidden agenda behind it. Laena comes close behind because even though we don't know if he indeed fell for her or if he married her to advance politically after his recent downfall from power at the time, he clearly came to love her very much in the years they were together and was happy in their marriage. I say even Mysaria might come first to him than Rhaenyra, he clearly cared for her for a while and was very upset when they lost their baby. The only person beneath Rhaenyra is Rhea because he clearly hates Rhea. In the books, Daemon groomed and wanted to use Rhaenyra to get back at his brother/get closer to the throne and later they combined their shared vision and aligned political ambitions in a marriage that was beneficial to both of them. Obviously, there was physical attraction (and co-dependency on Rhaenyra's part), but love? I don't think so.