#daerys targaryen

[darkestspring]

With your latest post I imagine that in that same au later in her life when senya married aegon iii and they have kids together and the kids are equally as possessive as aegon iii and aegon ii and Helaena are of senya. Like they just got it from their fam

senya and aegon end up have like 8 children. the one ones come three months after rthey got married on dragonstone. twins, she names then, Vaera, and Caelyx.

senya adores the twins, always carrying them around, despite alicents attempted intervention, she refuses to let anyone else nurse them, those are her babies. her closeness to her children only makes it worse when even as babies, they reciprocate it. they only settle down when senya, aegon ii or immediate family holds them (rhaenyra, daemon, helaena, aegon ii) but they don't like being away from their mother, which only worsens as they grow up.

it makes it really funny when at three years old, senya is pregnant again and they just decide that they hate this baby. their mom is having another baby but they're mommy's babies :((((

Caelyx offers to kill the baby and Vaera almost agrees but mommy seems happy and so does daddy so they'll allow it, for now.

It's a boy, which senya lets aegon name since she named the twins, he chooses daerys. daerys ends up looking more like aegon than senya like the twins do.

about a year and a half later, senya falls pregnant again, with a girl, who both aegon and her agree on a name for. Helaera. while senya has features from both of her parents. Helaera looks almost astonishingly like her mother.

five years later (its almost impressive that aegon held off five years, daemon remarks. aegon ii almost murders him for that comment) senya has triplets. all three boys. Haekar, is the eldest. Lael, is the middle boy. Lucel, is the youngest.

Everyone is surprised by the birth of triplets, aegon stays by senya's side the entire time and senya lets all of her sweet babies climb up on the bed with her. (her sweet babies threatened the guard that refused to let them into her room until their father intervened)

two years later, senya and aegon have one more child, Maera, a sweet girl that looks almost exactly like rhaenyra, which brings tears to her eyes when rhaenyra meets the baby for the first time.

[alannybunnue]

daerys just wanting to spend time with the reader! Stark, but always Fenrir is watching him. I imagine Fenrir is very fond of children. but, will try to tolerate daerys by the reader. Why didn't daerys want the throne?

Ok, first of all

Fenrir is best protector in the world, continue your work, good boy! 😌💖

As for Daerys not wanting the Throne...I like to think it's because his favorite cousin is Rhaenys and he would love to see the 7 Kingdoms burning to put his sister on the Iron Throne 🤭

[magmachan]

🔥Hello everyone, today I bring you a drawing of two Ocs from a Game of Thrones/Asoiaf rol, Leonel and Daerys Targaryen.

Daerys belongs to my boyfriend @redavocado66

[littlemarse]

happy valentine's day | betacerys au

[bohemian-nights]

“What should have been, but never was.” -Bohemian-nights personal opinions on this crackship.

HOTD AU🔥: Viserys II x Daenaera Velaryon 🐉🌊

[sachaa-ff]

Aegon Targaryen x little sister Targaryen

Aegon was always very closed of his little sister Daeris, but when he was in aged to get married his mother the queen alicent decided to not choose Daeris for him, too afraid of what the both of them were capable..

Request are open 🫶🏼

Bound by fire

In the heart of the Red Keep, Aegon Targaryen often felt the weight of his crown pressing down on him, a reminder of the responsibilities and expectations that came with the throne. Yet, amidst the court’s scheming and whispers, there was one person who understood him completely: his younger sister, Daeris. From their earliest days, they had shared a bond that transcended the confines of royal duty, a connection forged in laughter and secret dreams.

As children, they often escaped the confines of the palace, sneaking into the gardens where the scent of blooming roses mingled with the promise of adventure. In those moments, they would share their hopes and fears, each confiding in the other as if they were the only two souls in a vast, uncaring world.

“Do you ever wonder what it would be like to be free?” Daeris would ask, her voice barely above a whisper as they lay on the grass, the stars twinkling overhead.

“Every day,” Aegon would reply, a mix of yearning and longing in his gaze. “But we are Targaryens; our duty binds us to this throne, whether we like it or not.”

Yet even within the constraints of their noble lineage, Daeris’s laughter brought him solace. She had a way of finding light in the darkest corners, a gift that made the burdens of their heritage seem lighter, if only for a moment.

As they grew older, the shadows of their mother, Queen Alicent, loomed larger. Alicent’s ambitions for Aegon consumed her, and she often reminded him of the expectations placed upon him. “You must think of the realm, Aegon. Your duty is to your family and your crown,” she would insist, her voice both commanding and fearful.

Aegon understood his mother’s perspective but felt increasingly suffocated by her constraints. The pressure to conform to the expectations of a future king often drove him to seek solace in Daeris. Late at night, when the palace was quiet and the stars filled the sky, he would find her in the gardens, lost in thought.

“Daeris,” he would call softly, and she would turn, a smile breaking across her face that melted away his worries. “What are you thinking about?”

“About the future,” she would reply, her eyes sparkling with ambition. “What if we could change things? What if we could create a kingdom where love and strength prevail?”

He would draw her close, holding her tightly. “With you by my side, I believe anything is possible.”

But as the years passed and the responsibilities of kingship loomed nearer, the weight of their love became an unbearable secret. Alicent grew increasingly suspicious of their bond, fearing the power it could wield. “You must keep your distance, Aegon,” she warned. “The world will not accept what you share. It is a dangerous path.”

Despite her fears, Aegon felt an undeniable pull toward Daeris. Their moments together became more precious, their stolen glances filled with unspoken words. He cherished their shared laughter, the way her presence lit up his darkest days.

On the eve of his coronation, Aegon wrestled with his conflicting emotions. The throne was finally within reach, but the thought of ruling without Daeris by his side felt like a betrayal of everything they had dreamed of together. As he sat in his chambers, staring at the Iron Throne, he knew he had to make a choice that would change everything.

The day of the coronation dawned bright, but a storm brewed within Aegon. As he stood before the gathered lords and ladies of the realm, he felt the weight of their gazes, the expectation of his mother looming behind him. Yet, when he looked for Daeris, he saw her standing resolute among the crowd, her eyes filled with encouragement and love.

“My lords and ladies,” he began, his voice steady, though his heart raced. “Today marks not only the beginning of my reign but a new chapter for House Targaryen. I will not be the king who bends to fear or tradition. I will forge my own path.”

Alicent stepped forward, alarm flashing in her eyes. “Aegon, think carefully!” she implored, but he pressed on, unwavering.

“I hereby declare that Daeris, my sister, shall be my second wife.” His voice rang through the hall, and gasps echoed around him. The nobles were stunned, the tension palpable.

“Aegon, this is unwise,” Daeris whispered as she stepped forward, concern etched on her face.

“No,” he replied, determination surging within him. “It is time to embrace what we are. Together, we can unify this realm, harnessing the power of our bond. We will not be mere pawns in our mother’s game.”

The court held its breath as Daeris’s eyes widened. “But the consequences could be dire,” she cautioned. “The realm will never accept us..”

“Let them try,” Aegon said fiercely. “What we have is stronger than their fears. They will see that our union brings strength, not division. We can challenge the old ways and redefine the future of our house.”

As the silence stretched, Aegon felt a shift in the air, a subtle acknowledgment of their bond, a spark of acceptance that might just ignite a new path. Daeris looked deeply into his eyes, her trust in him unwavering.

“If this is what you truly want, I will stand by you,” she said softly, her heart racing with both excitement and fear. “We will face the storm together.”

With that, Aegon felt a rush of hope. The court remained silent, but he sensed a change, a ripple of acknowledgment that perhaps they could carve out their own destiny.

In the days that followed, their lives became a whirlwind of preparation and scrutiny. Aegon found himself navigating the political landscape, facing the pushback of nobles who could not fathom their union. Yet with each challenge, Daeris was his anchor. They would steal moments together, laughter echoing through the quiet corners of the palace.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Aegon found Daeris in the gardens, the light casting a golden glow around her. “You’ve been my strength through all of this,” he said, approaching her. “I don’t know how I would have faced the court without you.”

She turned, her smile warm and inviting. “We’re in this together, Aegon. We always have been. Our bond is stronger than any title or crown.”

Their hands found each other, fingers intertwining as they stood beneath the stars. “Do you ever think about what we dreamed of as children?” Aegon asked, his voice low. “A world where love could conquer fear?”

Daeris nodded, her gaze thoughtful. “Every day. And now, it feels like we have the chance to make that dream a reality.”

As the days turned into weeks, Aegon and Daeris continued to face opposition, but they remained steadfast. They attended feasts and council meetings, presenting a united front to those who dared to challenge their bond. With every whispered threat and glimmer of disapproval, their love deepened, transforming into an unbreakable force.

One fateful evening, during a grand feast, an ambitious lord rose to speak against them. “This union is an abomination!” he declared, his voice dripping with disdain. “You will bring ruin to the realm!”

Aegon felt anger surge within him, but Daeris placed a calming hand on his arm. “Let me,” she whispered. He nodded, stepping back to allow her to speak.

Daeris stood tall, her voice steady and clear. “Our love does not weaken the realm; it strengthens it. Together, we embody the unity that this kingdom so desperately needs. We are Targaryens, and our bond is a testament to the strength of our house.”

Her words hung in the air, and Aegon watched as some nobles shifted uneasily, their expressions softening. They had seen the depth of her conviction, the way her spirit shone when she spoke of their shared vision.

“Aegon and I share more than blood,” Daeris continued, her eyes piercing through the tension in the hall. “We share a vision for a future where love and loyalty prevail. Together, we will build a realm that serves all, not just the privileged few.”

The room fell silent, the weight of her words sinking in. Aegon felt a swell of pride for Daeris, knowing that her bravery was a reflection of their shared strength.

As the feast continued, whispers of approval began to ripple through the crowd. Aegon and Daeris exchanged a glance, the bond between them reaffirmed in that moment. They were not just siblings; they were partners in every sense, ready to face the challenges ahead.

In the weeks that followed, their relationship blossomed further. They spent evenings in the library, poring over ancient texts about their family history and the legacy they wished to create. Their discussions became fervent debates, laughter punctuating serious conversations as they envisioned a kingdom built on justice and love.

One night, as they studied a particularly ancient tome, Daeris leaned closer to Aegon, her hair brushing against his shoulder. “Do you ever feel like we’re meant to do this?” she asked softly, her breath warm against his skin. “To change the world?”

He turned to her, feeling the gravity of her words. “I do. With you, I feel like we can achieve anything. We are stronger together than apart.”

Daeris smiled, her expression radiant. “Then let’s not waste this chance. Let’s make the realm a better place, not just for us but for everyone.”

With each passing day, they plotted their reforms, improving the lives of the smallfolk, ensuring justice for the wronged, and uniting the divided houses of Westeros. Their shared ambition ignited a passion that made their bond deeper, a love that transcended mere sibling affection.

Yet, not all were supportive. As their popularity grew, so did the animosity from those who feared their union. A nobleman from a prominent house, feeling threatened by Aegon’s vision, began to rally dissenters, whispering poison into the ears of the court.

One evening, as Aegon and Daeris walked through the gardens, they overheard a group of nobles discussing their plans to undermine Aegon’s authority. Aegon’s jaw tightened, anger bubbling beneath the surface.

“We can’t let them get away with this,” he said, his voice low and fierce. “They’ll try to tear us apart.”

Daeris squeezed his hand, her gaze steady. “Then we must act swiftly. We can’t allow fear to dictate our future. We need to show them that our love is unshakeable.”

“Together,” he agreed, feeling the strength of her resolve fill him with determination.

Their strategy involved reaching out to the common folk, emphasizing that their union was a force for good. Aegon and Daeris began to hold public gatherings, inviting the smallfolk to speak and share their grievances. They listened intently, pledging to address their concerns and foster a more equitable kingdom.

One day, as they stood before a gathering crowd, Aegon spoke passionately about their vision. “We are Targaryens, but we are also your servants. We will fight for you, for your rights and your future. Our love will not just unite us; it will unite this kingdom.”

Daeris stepped forward, her voice clear and unwavering. “Together, we will build a realm where every voice is heard, where love is the guiding principle. We are here to serve, and we will not be afraid to challenge the status quo.”

The crowd erupted into cheers, their support invigorating. Aegon felt a surge of hope, knowing that with Daeris at his side, they could weather any storm. Their bond, once seen as a secret, now became a rallying cry for a new era.

But even as they garnered support, the forces against them grew more desperate. The nobleman, driven by his desire for power, orchestrated a scheme to undermine Aegon’s rule. He spread rumors of discontent and discord, painting Daeris as a puppet in Aegon’s grand plans.

One fateful night, as Aegon and Daeris were discussing their next steps in the library, the door burst open, and a group of nobles stormed in. “You have gone too far!” one of them shouted, eyes blazing with fury. “You threaten the very fabric of our realm!”

Aegon stepped protectively in front of Daeris, his heart racing. “You know nothing of our intentions. We are here to bring justice, not chaos.”

“Justice?” the nobleman scoffed. “You would tear apart the traditions that bind us together! Your love is an abomination that will ruin everything!”

Daeris stepped forward, her voice steady and resolute. “Our love is a strength, not a weakness. It represents hope for a future where fear no longer dictates our choices. We will not be silenced.”

Aegon’s heart swelled with pride as he watched her confront their enemies with such courage. “We will not cower before your threats,” he declared. “We will continue to fight for our vision, for our people, and for our love. And if we had to make the city burn of fire and blood with ours dragons then we will.. ”

The noblemen exchanged glances, unsure of how to respond. The tension in the room was palpable, but Aegon and Daeris stood firm, their hands clasped together—a united front against the opposition.

Days turned into weeks as the political landscape continued to shift. Aegon and Daeris worked tirelessly to strengthen their alliances and garner support from the common folk. They held gatherings, inviting everyone to share their stories and concerns. The more they listened, the more their bond solidified, transforming into a shared mission.

One evening, as they sat together in the gardens, Aegon turned to Daeris, his expression contemplative. “Do you ever worry about the future? About what it might hold for us?”

Daeris looked up at the stars, her gaze thoughtful. “Of course. But I believe that as long as we have each other, we can face anything. Our love is our greatest weapon.”

He smiled, feeling the warmth of her words envelop him. “With you, I feel invincible. We can reshape this kingdom together.”

As they continued to face challenges, their relationship deepened. They became each other’s confidants, allies, and best friends, navigating the complexities of their roles while holding tight to the dreams they shared.

But their trials were far from over. The nobleman’s campaign to discredit them intensified, culminating in a grand council meeting where he sought to undermine Aegon’s rule publicly. “This union threatens the stability of our realm!” he exclaimed, his voice rising above the murmurs of the gathered nobles. “Aegon’s judgment is clouded by his infatuation with his sister!”

Aegon felt the room grow tense, but he stood tall, fueled by the strength of Daeris’s presence beside him. “My sister is not my weakness; she is my strength,” he countered, his voice unwavering. “Together, we will build a realm that serves all, not just the privileged few.”

Daeris stepped forward, her gaze fierce. “Our love does not diminish the Targaryen legacy; it enhances it. We are committed to serving this kingdom, to listening to the voices of the people, and to creating a future where all can thrive.”

The tension in the hall was palpable, but there were whispers of support among the gathered nobles. Aegon felt a surge of hope; perhaps they were beginning to see the truth of their union.

As the council meeting concluded, Aegon and Daeris emerged into the cool evening air, their hearts racing with adrenaline. “Do you think we reached them?” Aegon asked, his breath still heavy from the confrontation.

“I believe we planted a seed of doubt in their minds,” Daeris replied, her eyes bright with determination. “We must keep pushing forward. The more we show our commitment to the people, the harder it will be for them to oppose us.”

Over the following weeks, Aegon and Daeris’s efforts began to bear fruit. Their gatherings grew larger, and they garnered support from unexpected allies. The common folk began to rally behind their vision, inspired by the unity they represented.

One afternoon, as they stood in front of a cheering crowd, Aegon felt a wave of exhilaration. “This is just the beginning,” he announced, his voice ringing with conviction. “Together, we will create a kingdom where love conquers fear, where every voice matters, and where our bond will become a symbol of hope for all not just of war again Rhaenyra and her bastards..”

Daeris’s heart swelled with pride as she watched her brother inspire the masses. They were not just siblings; they were champions of a new era.

But as their popularity grew, so did the desperation of their enemies. The nobleman who had opposed them continued to plot against them, seeking to exploit any weakness in their armor. He spread lies and rumors, attempting to turn the tide of public opinion against them.

One evening, Aegon and Daeris returned to the palace after a successful gathering. They were met by a somber Alicent, who had been visibly distressed.

“Aegon, there are rumors spreading like wildfire,” she warned, her voice shaky. “They claim that your union with Daeris is a danger to the realm. The council is divided, and they’re calling for a vote to question your legitimacy as king.”

Aegon felt a surge of panic. “What do we do? We can’t allow this to escalate.”

Daeris stepped forward, her eyes steady. “We confront them. We need to show them that our love is not a weakness; it is our greatest strength. We will not be cowed by their fears.”

In the following days, they prepared for a crucial council meeting. Aegon and Daeris crafted a passionate speech together, drawing from their shared vision for the kingdom. As they rehearsed, Aegon felt a sense of unity enveloping them.

On the day of the meeting, the tension in the council chamber was palpable. Lords and ladies filled the seats, their faces a mix of curiosity and disdain. Aegon and Daeris stood together at the front, their hands clasped firmly.

“My lords and ladies,” Aegon began, his voice steady despite the weight of scrutiny. “Today, we stand united, not just as brother and sister, but as partners dedicated to the future of this kingdom. Our bond is a symbol of strength, not weakness.”

Daeris stepped forward, her eyes fierce and unwavering. “We will not allow fear to dictate our choices. Our love represents hope, a chance for this kingdom to thrive. Together, we can create a realm where every voice is heard and respected.”

As they spoke, Aegon could feel the energy in the room shift. Some nobles shifted uncomfortably, while others nodded in agreement. Aegon and Daeris’s passion was infectious, and he could see that their message was resonating.

But then, the nobleman who had opposed them rose, his voice cutting through the air. “This union is unnatural! It undermines the very foundation of our realm!”

Aegon felt anger rise within him, but Daeris squeezed his hand, grounding him. “We are not asking for your acceptance; we are demanding your respect,” she declared. “Love knows no boundaries, and our bond will only strengthen the Targaryen legacy.”

The room fell silent, and for a moment, Aegon felt a flicker of hope. Perhaps they could win this battle together.

After what felt like an eternity, the council voted. Aegon and Daeris stood side by side, hands intertwined, as the results were announced. A narrow majority supported them, and a wave of relief washed over Aegon.

As the meeting adjourned, Daeris turned to him, her eyes sparkling with triumph. “We did it! Together.”

Aegon pulled her into a tight embrace, feeling the weight of their struggles lift momentarily. “This is just the beginning. We will continue to fight for our vision, for our people.”

In the following weeks, they faced renewed challenges, but their bond only grew stronger. Aegon and Daeris worked tirelessly, implementing reforms and listening to the concerns of the people. They became a force for change, their love inspiring hope throughout the realm.

Yet, even as they forged ahead, the specter of opposition loomed large. The nobleman, humiliated by their victory, grew increasingly desperate. He began to plot a more dangerous scheme, one that would put everything Aegon and Daeris had built at risk.

One fateful night, as Aegon and Daeris prepared to retire, a loud crash echoed through the halls. Aegon instinctively moved to protect Daeris, his heart racing. “Stay behind me,” he instructed, his voice firm.

As they stepped into the hallway, they were met by a group of armed men, their faces obscured by masks. The nobleman’s voice echoed through the shadows. “You’ve gone too far, Targaryens! It’s time to end this madness!”

Aegon’s heart raced as he drew Daeris close, their bond providing strength in the face of danger. “You will not harm us!” he shouted, his voice steady despite the fear coursing through him.

“Your reign ends tonight!” the nobleman hissed, his eyes filled with rage.

Daeris stepped forward, her expression fierce. “You underestimate us. Our love is a force that cannot be extinguished. We will fight for our future, no matter the cost.”

In that moment, Aegon felt the fire of determination ignite within him. They were more than siblings; they were warriors, united against the darkness threatening to tear them apart.

With a surge of adrenaline, Aegon charged forward, leading Daeris into the fray. Together, they fought back against their attackers, a whirlwind of strength and determination. They were not alone; the guards had been alerted, and soon the hall was filled with the sounds of clashing steel and cries of defiance.

As the battle raged, Aegon caught a glimpse of Daeris, her fierce spirit shining through as she defended herself with unwavering resolve. They moved in sync, each protecting the other, their bond forged in fire.

Finally, as the dust settled, the last of the attackers were subdued. Aegon turned to Daeris, breathless and exhilarated. “We did it!”

She nodded, her eyes bright with fierce determination. “We are stronger than they realize. Together, we can face anything.”

With their enemies vanquished, Aegon and Daeris emerged from the shadows, their love unbreakable, their resolve fortified. They would not allow anyone to tear them apart. They would forge ahead, side by side, as champions of a new era—a reign built on love, strength, and unwavering commitment to their people.

As they stood together, the weight of their shared struggles felt lighter. The future was uncertain, but Aegon knew that as long as they faced it together, there was nothing they could not overcome.

Their love had become a force of its own, inspiring hope across the realm and solidifying their place in history as not just a king and queen, but as beacons of change for all of Westeros.

[chaosordoffl]

Some Valyrian/Targaryen/Velaryon names. No expertise here, simply following patterns to see what sounds and looks nice + canon sources and Valyrian dictionary plucks. In chrono & thought order.

Canon — Rhaenys, Rhaena, Rhaella, Rhaenyra, Rhaegel, Rhae, Rhaelle, Rhaegar (All Targ)

Derived — Rhaenion, Rhaenelle, Rhaenella, Rhaegor, Rhaegon, Aenyra, Rhaelion, Rhaenyx, Rhaelyx, Rhaenar, Rhaenyar, Rhaenel, Rhaelys, Rhaevel, Rhaevis, Rhaevys, Viserrhae, Rhaenya, Rhaenior, Rhaenor, Rhael, Rhaen, Rhaejel, Rhaeqan, Rhaellor, Rhaemon, Rhaemond, Rhaenyron, Rhaema

Canon — Aenar, Aegon, Aerys, Aelyx, Aerion, Aethan (1 Velaryon), Vaegon, Aenys, Aerea, Naerys, Aegor, Aelor, Aelora (Rest Targ)

Derived — Aegar, Aelon, Aelys, Aelar, Aelara, Aella, Aelinor, Aeral, Aeron, Aelion, Aegys, Aegal, Aelia, Naera, Naeron, Naerion, Naerelle, Naerella, Naerea, Aethal, Aethelle, Aethys, Aethion, Aethar, Aethial, Aenor, Aethor, Aerelle, Gaelyx, Aenyx, Aeryx, Baelyx, Aelial, Aeliar, Aelior, Vaegal, Vaegor, Vaegar, Vaelior, Vaelor, Aerial, Aeriel, Aelan, Aevys, Aevelle, Aevella, Haelyx, Haelian, Aenir, Haethan, Haelan, Haelor, Aekor, Haeral

Canon — Gaemon (T), Daemion (T & V), Daemon (V & T), Aemon (T), Aemma (T [Andal?]), Vaemond (V), Aemond (T), Daeron (V later T)

Derived — Daemyra, Daemys, Daemyn, Daemelle, Daema, Gaemar, Daerelle, Daerion, Aemys, Aemar, Aemor, Aemir, Aemira, Aemara, Aemora, Daemor, Daemora, Vaemon, Gaema, Gaemond, Gaemyn, Gaemion, Aemion, Gaemor, Aemior, Aemyn, Aemin, Aerona, Aemona, Aemia, Aeman, Aemal, Aemelle, Gaemia, Aemol, Aemil, Aemila, Aemilon, Aemilor, Aeminor, Daemyron, Daeminor, Haemon, Naemon, Haemia, Naema, Haemal, Haemar, Naemior, Naemor, Daemian

Canon — Daenys, Daenerys, Daella, Daenaera (1 V), Daena, Daenora (Rest T)

Derived — Daenyra, Daenar, Daenor, Daenelle, Daenal, Daen, Nerys, Naera, Daenir, Daenyx, Daeryx, Daerys, Daera, Daerya, Daenya, Daenyron, Daenorion, Norion, Daenyrion, Daenarion, Daenaeron, Daellar, Daelar, Daelon, Daelor, Daelan, Daelana, Daelanys, Daelenys, Daelyn, Aenaera

Canon — Maegon, Maegor, Maegelle, Maelor, Maekar (All T)

Derived — Maegar, Maela, Maelys, Maegys, Maegera, Maegara, Maegerys, Maegal, Maegyn, Maegan, Maekor, Maekaera, Maegaera, Maegaela, Maekion, Maelyra, Maegyra, Maelara, Maelar

Canon — Elaena (T), Valaena, Laena, Laenor (3 V), Helaena (T)

Derived — Laenys, Laenyra, Laenar, Laenelle, Helaenys, Elaenor, Elaenys, Laenion, Laenir, Laenyx, Elaenar, Laenora, Haena, Vaena, Alaena, Haela, Norys, Alaenys, Vaenys, Galaena

Canon — Visenya, Viserys, Viserra (T)

Derived — Viserya, Visenys, Senys, Saenys, Saenya, Saenar, Saenelle, Saenyelle, Saenyella, Serya, Serra, Serys, Saenir, Saenyx, Saenor, Viselya, Senial, Serial, Saerial, Visellan, Visarys, Visenna, Virenna

Canon — Baelon, Baela, Baelor, Balerion (Blackfyre), Valerion (Rest T)

Derived — Baelys, Baelar, Bael, Baelir, Alerion, Aleria, Aelir, Valeria, Valerys

Canon — Jaehaerys (T), Jacaerys (V), Lucerys (V), Jaehaera (T)

Derived — Lucerra, Lucerion, Jaehaerion, Jaerion, Lucerya, Jacaera, Jaena, Jaenelle, Jaecelle, Jaesir, Jaekar, Jaeron, Jaela, Jaelon, Jaelor, Jaerys, Haerys, Haera, Kael, Kaecion, Kaeciel, Kaecelle, Kaerys, Kaerion, Kaeriel, Lucarys, Jaeca, Nicerys, Nicaerys, Hecaerys, Nicerion, Hicaerys, Niceria, Nicae, Lucarya, Lucaenys, Lucaena, Nocorys

Canon — Lianna, Larissa (V [Andal? First Men?]), Alarra (FM [Massey]), Alyssa (V & T [Andal? FM?]), Alysanne (T)

Derived — Alysor, Lianys, Lianor, Sianna, Amanna, Alanna, Noranna, Narra, Nyssa, Anyssa, Alarya, Asenna, Norissa, Irenna, Orissa, Lysarra, Lisarra, Aranna

Canon — Valarr, Vaella (T)

Derived — Vaelys, Valarys, Alarys, Alarya, Valarya, Valarra, Vaellan

Canon — Gael, Saera, Shaera (T)

Derived — Saerys, Gaelys, Gaelor, Gaelon, Gaelion, Saerion, Shaerys, Shaerial, Shaerelle, Shaelle, Shael, Shaelys, Saevys, Shaerion, Gaela, Shaela, Shaehaera

Canon — Corwyn (V [Andal?]), Corlys (V)

Derived — Corla, Corlia, Corlaenys, Cora, Corys, Corlenys, Corlea, Corlae, Corvan, Corvana, Corvys

Malentine

Rhogar(/Rogar?/Rogare? [FM? HV?])

Monford

Monterys (All V)

Derived — Terys, Teraea, Taeraea, Taerion, Monys, Monerys, Montys, Rhogel, Malentys, Malenta, Monterion, Monterra, Mona, Monae, Monarra, Malentina, Lentys, Lenta, Lenya, Taenys, Taena, Alentys, Malya, Malys, Malea, Malena, Malenna, Malaena, Amalla, Alenna, Marissa, Monassa, Monessa, Monerra, Mosarra, Malarra, Malenys, Amarys, Mantys, Malta, Maltys, Maltine, Maltina, Amalta, Amaltine, Alta, Altys, Altarra, Maltar, Maltarys, Marion, Maltior, Malerion, Mornys, Mortys, Morton, Omorr, Omon, Malenion, Malenior, Almys, Monissa, Montissa, Montessa, Omona, Omorra, Maltion, Malton, Almont, Almae, Maltorra, Torys, Garys, Garla, Galtys, Torrine, Tarine, Maltarine, Maltarra, Almerra, Almarra, Almorra, Alterra, Lamina, Monta, Monte, Montae, Taera, Taerine, Taerin, Taerys, Manta, Almina, Almine, Rhonal, Rhonior, Rhomys, Almar, Malar, Malarr, Malarys, Almarys, Maline, Rhomalt, Rhomion, Rhomior, Rhomia, Rhoma, Rhoton, Rhomine, Rhomal, Rhogal, Rhomina, Rhomon, Rhomar, Rhomorr, Almassa, Rhomys, Rhomyn, Torial, Malial, Rhovys, Rhowyn, Matarra, Atarra, Rhomond, Rhomorra, Tormon

Matarys (T)

Derived — Matarya, Matara, Matys, Tarys, Tarya, Atara, Atarys, Tarial, Tarhael, Matarr

Canon — Orys, Borys, Orryn (Baratheon)

Derived — Orial, Ora, Orya, Orra, Borya, Boria, Boryl, Orelle, Orianne, Orael, Orrael, Orhael, Borion, Orion, Bora, Orian, Oryal, Oryas, Orias, Orios, Oryos, Rys, Ryssa, Ryssal, Orlisse, Rysla, Ryn, Rynel, Rynella, Boryn, Borryn, Rynal, Dorys, Orella, Dorella, Oryl, Orgillac, Orgyll, Borella, Borylla, Bolia, Bolas, Orlas, Ollyn, Olys, Olya, Orianna, Lorys

Bonus: Argellys

Canon — Maelys, Haegon, Aeryn, Calla, Rhalla, Shaena (Blackfyre)

Canon non-Westerosi Valyrians:

Jaenara Belaerys, Aurion

Canon Dragons:

Urrax, Terrax, Balerion, Vhagar, Meraxes, Vermithor, Caraxes, Meleys, Syrax, Vermax, Arrax, Tyraxes, Tessarion, Shrykos, Morghul, Viserion, Rhaegal

Unknown — Gaelithox?, Aegarax?

Original & HV Derived (some more suitable for dragons) — Aelsior, Qaelys, Qylys, Vhenys, Vhenya, Vhinyae, Vhanir, Vaenir, Vaenyx, Baelykos, Lykael, Lykaera, Raqael, Raqel, Raqys, Raqyssa, Raqissa, Raqar, Raqir, Raqor, Raqora, Raqior, Kionar, Malkion, Malkios, Vhaltir, Malkior, Vaedys, Vaedar, Elenys, Elenia, Elēnar, Elenarys, Elenarya, Elenara, Kostys, Kostir, Kostior, Pelarys, Pelonia, Pelonys, Eledrae, Eledrys, Eledryn, Peria, Perza, Perzys, Zysa, Amisor, Amisa, Aexior/Aeksior, Aexion/Aeksion, Raenion, Raenior, Qana, Qanys, Qantys, Ēbrior, Ēbrion, Ēbria, Jelmys, Jelmarys, Jelmazys, Jelissa, Tessarys, Tessara, Tessarae, Dessan, Dessenae, Hārys, Tōmarr, Tōmarys, Tōmasyn, Tessarax, Syrion, Syriel, Jēdarys, Jēdaria, Jorrael, Trēzos, Elilla, Vāedarys, Ōrbēdenos

Possible High Valyrian roots for names:

Rhaen — to; meet, find, encounter, discover

Bael — to help, to aid, to assist

Jael — to want, to wish/to store, to house

Jaelarys — hope (possible name)

[thethyri]

𖦹. 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 *𖧧₊‧ In an effort to reconcile his family, King Viserys decides that his granddaughter, Jaehaena Velaryon, and his secondborn son, Aemond, shall marry and, with hope, mend the old grievances and rifts that have torn the family asunder for too long. Although they abide by His Grace's desire, Jaehaena and Aemond are reluctant and hesitant about this marriage, having grown up amidst the hostility and the bitter rivalry between their mothers. Yet, despite their prejudices and qualms, it appears that Jaehaena and Aemond were truly meant to be.

𖦹. 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒 ₊̇*⸼ Aemond Targaryen x Jaehaena Velaryon (Original Female Character), Aegon II Targaryen x Helaena Targaryen, Rhaenyra Targaryen x Daemon Targaryen, Haenar Velaryon (Original Male Character) x Daerys Baratheon (Original Female Character), Jacaerys Velaryon x Baela Targaryen, Lucerys Velaryon x Rhaena Targaryen. 

𖦹. 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 *𖧧₊‧ Alternate Universe, Canon Divergence, Non-Canon Compliant, Fix-It of Sorts, Original Female Characters, Original Male Characters, The Dance of Dragons Does Not Happen, Canon-Typical Violence, Slow Burn, Arranged Marriage, Marriage of Convenience, Targcest, Multiple Smuts (Ratings Specified In Concerned Chapters), Multiple Graphic Descriptions Of Eye Socket, Multiple Semi-Graphic Description of Childbirth, Way Too Many Banquets And Feasts Descriptions, Touch-Starved Aemond, Protective Aemond, Possessive Aemond, Aegon Is Not A Rapist, Helaena Needs A Hug, Helaena Is the Sweetest Of Sweethearts, Alicent Deserves Better, Rhaenyra's Redemption Arc, Old Valyria And Valyrian Culture, Myths And Customs.

𖦹. 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 ₊̇*⸼ 2,171k.

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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐈. 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒 & 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. ⊰‧₊˚･

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐈. 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒 & 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒. ⊰‧₊˚･ 

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄❟ 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃. ⊰‧₊˚･ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 .𖦹 To be added ! 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 .𖦹 To be added ! 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 .𖦹 To be added !

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎. ⊰‧₊˚･ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 .𖦹 To be added !  𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 .𖦹 To be added ! 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 .𖦹 To be added ! 

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄. ⊰‧₊˚･ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 .𖦹 To be added ! 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 .𖦹 To be added ! 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 .𖦹 To be added !

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑. ⊰‧₊˚･ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 .𖦹 To be added ! 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 .𖦹 To be added ! 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 .𖦹 To be added !

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄. ⊰‧₊˚･ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 .𖦹 To be added ! 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 .𖦹 To be added ! 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 .𖦹 To be added !

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗. ⊰‧₊˚･ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 .𖦹 To be added ! 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 .𖦹 To be added ! 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 .𖦹 To be added !

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍. ⊰‧₊˚･ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 .𖦹 To be added ! 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 .𖦹 To be added ! 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 .𖦹 To be added !

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. ⊰‧₊˚･ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 .𖦹 To be added ! 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 .𖦹 To be added ! 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 .𖦹 To be added !

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄. ⊰‧₊˚･ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 .𖦹 To be added ! 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 .𖦹 To be added ! 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 .𖦹 To be added !

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐍. ⊰‧₊˚･ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 .𖦹 To be added ! 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 .𖦹 To be added ! 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 .𖦹 To be added !

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍. ⊰‧₊˚･ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 .𖦹 To be added ! 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 .𖦹 To be added ! 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 .𖦹 To be added !

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄. ⊰‧₊˚･ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 .𖦹 To be added ! 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 .𖦹 To be added ! 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 .𖦹 To be added !

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍. ⊰‧₊˚･ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 .𖦹 To be added ! 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 .𖦹 To be added ! 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 .𖦹 To be added !

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍. ⊰‧₊˚･ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 .𖦹 To be added ! 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 .𖦹 To be added ! 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 .𖦹 To be added !

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍. ⊰‧₊˚･ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 .𖦹 To be added ! 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 .𖦹 To be added ! 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 .𖦹 To be added !

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍. ⊰‧₊˚･ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 .𖦹 To be added ! 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 .𖦹 To be added ! 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 .𖦹 To be added !

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍. ⊰‧₊˚･ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 .𖦹 To be added ! 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 .𖦹 To be added ! 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 .𖦹 To be added !

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍. ⊰‧₊˚･ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 .𖦹 To be added ! 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 .𖦹 To be added ! 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 .𖦹 To be added !

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍. ⊰‧₊˚･ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 .𖦹 To be added ! 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 .𖦹 To be added ! 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 .𖦹 To be added !

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘. ⊰‧₊˚･ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 .𖦹 To be added ! 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 .𖦹 To be added ! 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 .𖦹 To be added !

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. ⊰‧₊˚･

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 & 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. *𖧧₊‧  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 & 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. ⊹˖˚ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 & 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. *𖧧₊‧  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 & 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐈 𝐈𝐈. ⊹˖˚ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 & 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. *𖧧₊‧  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 & 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐈 𝐈𝐈. ⊹˖˚

𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐍-𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐒 𝐈. *𖧧₊‧ 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐍-𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐒 𝐈𝐈. ⊹˖˚ 

𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐀❜𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. *𖧧₊‧ 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐀 & 𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃❜𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. ⊹˖˚ 𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐍 & 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐀❜𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. *𖧧₊‧

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[west1rosi]

in   the   scale   of   targaryens,   daemon   is   aware   where   he   lands.   a   great   man,   a   horrible   man,   sometimes   mad,   but   he   knows   his   place.   he   knows   everyone   else's   too,   with   looking   at   them.   though,   he   should   say   he   lacks   understanding   of   where   his   niece   stands.   heleana,   according   to   whispers,   has   the   sight,   what   his   people   would   call   dragon   dreams.   and   yet,   it   seems   most   would   deem   them   too   wild,   or   simply   consider   her   mad   and   dismiss   her.

  he   knows   better   than   to   dismiss   a   dream.   daerys   targaryen   had   a   dream   once   and   that   was   the   reason   their   family   was   now   alive.   the   red   keep   always   keeps   him   awake   at   night,   the   health   of   his   brother   a   thought   that   cannot   leave   him   and   daemon   can't   find   it   in   him   to   just   sleep   it   away.   so   he   walks   through   the   place   that   he   once   called   home.   surprisingly,   he   finds   dragonstone   to   be   far   more   at   ease   than   this.  

"can't   sleep   either,   princess?   lilac   eyes   peak   through   the   pages   of   the   book   he   had   been   reading.   tales   of   old   valyria,   a   book   he   read   many   times   as   a   child.   perhaps   also   a   sign   that   he   will   listen,   if   she   spoke   of   them   to   him. they might provide useful. @helaenaes

[alannybunnue]

I just saw the oc de vidame, I think rhaegar read a lot about his ancestors' stories. and history repeats itself again for the Starks, but the difference is that the reader was an innocent woman. daerys targaryen is a very handsome man

Rhaegar is a copycat to be honest, he tries to copy his ancestors, but doesn't do it right and ended up destroying their dynasty

Daerys is the better version 😌

[dulcewrites]

for aemyrah twin names, I like the current names but breaking the targ name feels very aemyrah. if you really want to use the new names somewhere personally elaenor/elaena and daena are my favourites and I think they would suit cassandra & aemonds twins cos they sound like helaena and daeron (and you could change the boys name) since all the families dead it seems like something they would do. (ofc I like their current names too, just a suggestion if you really like these names though <3)

It does feel very aemyrah, especially since I feel like it would be important for Myrah to feel like her side of the family/culture is also present. Since they will be living in KL for the most part and known as Targaryens. I’m gonna have to give it a think, maybe do another poll lol

I was actually thinking about just naming the twins after Aemond’s siblings (for Cass and Aemond), but I was wondering what boy name to use 💀💀. I was thinking maybe they wouldn’t do Aegon bc there was techincally three already (and two of them were kings). It would be nice for there to be a king daeron. Helaena and elaena sound similar so I think that could work. I would have to think about a boy name (curse you Valyrian boy names). Maybe Daerys???

[magmachan]

🐲Alerys and Daerys, @saataanaas Targaryen OC's 🐲

🐲"Fire and blood "🐲

[jhalya]

You know who's the real MVP?

Yup, that's how you write a 'mad queen'. 'Cause she packed that shit right up and only used it to... you know... defeat the bad guy.

[newtsniffles]

It Is Always Him | Daemon Targaryen

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Targaryen!Reader

Summary: You could not help but to worry about your uncle who was currently fighting a war, because it was him. It was always him.

Warning/s: Not proof read, other than that, just some fluff I suppose? Daemon being caring?

Word count: 1.8k

You had always loved the dawn. The rise of the sun in King’s Landing always casted a fiery hue over the once starlit sky. From The Red Keep, you had one of the best views in what you would say in all of Westeros. The same heated colours would cast their reflections onto The Narrow Sea, and your lilac irises would take the sight in like a child would with a table full of sweets. Always, since the first name day you could remember, you would wake and gaze out the windows of your bed chambers. Even if it meant you to be left tired and in need of an afternoon nap when the sun reached the peak. However, these days you found yourself staring out to the horizon more often than usual. In the dawn, throughout the day as the sun flew overhead, when the day turned to dusk, and out to the stars on many sleepless nights. Was nobody worried for your uncle but you? Did anybody else care that he could die at war?

The second child of King Viserys and his late wife, Aemma, you were ignored as another daughter. Rhaenyra was ‘The Realm’s Delight,’ the first born by mere hours, but you? You were just another failed attempt at a son. Sometimes you wondered, if you had of been born even a few moments before your dear sister, would it be different? Your uncle, Daemon, was the only person you could ever say was really ‘there’ for you. Yes, he tended to disappear for a while every now and then or get exiled only to be back a few turns of the moon later. But it was him who understood you. It was him who knew the feeling of being outcasted by his family, to be alone yet surrounded by the living and breathing. For it was him who chose the dragon egg that laid in your cradle with you as a babe. It was him who helped you to name the large, black-scaled phantom. A name your beloved dragon, Daerys, had earnt for herself as she blended into the night sky, invisible to the eyes of people below. It was Daemon that taught you as a child to speak High Valyrian. It was Daemon that showed you a few tricks in protecting yourself. It was Daemon who—It was always, Daemon.

Since you had heard of the war, you would stare out to the sky in hopes of seeing Caraxes swooping his way to the dragon pit with your uncle on his back. It has been two years, and you have yet to see what you desire. You had begged your father with each turn of sun to moon that he would send help for Daemon. After two full turns of the seasons, he did, but never was it for you.

The sight of a Targaryen ship in the distance drew you from your thoughts. Ah, Rhaenyra must be returning from her tour to find a suitable husband. That was one thing that you never found yourself jealous of. Father had recommended to you that you get married as well, but it was less of a rush as you were not set to inherit the throne. You could not tell how long you had been staring at the ship before a piercing roar had echoed through the never-ending skies. You need not a moment to realise the sound of Caraxes, nor do you need a mere second as his red, snake-like body tore through the sky. The question you were asking yourself was only this: was your uncle on the back of The Blood Wyrm? If so, was he injured, was he even alive? Or did the dragon carry his bloodstained body?

“Kepus—” uncle. You rushed out the doors of your chambers. Nimble feet made their way to the throne room without a second thought as the whispers of servants echoed around the halls. You stood to the right, looking across on tipped toes to your sister who stood across the way. She was always kind to you, you loved her dearly, and she was aware of the affection you held for your uncle. With a nod of her head, a breath you had not realised you had been holding left your lips. He was alive.

It was when he turned the corner and walked proudly with his chest puffed that you finally felt the tension leave your body. You had barely listened to a thing he said to your father, too busy thanking the Gods for his safe return. As the two embraced, and appeared as brothers for once in their lives, a small smile had graced your face. For this was the best thing that could happen, perhaps your father would let him stay here instead of exiling him for going against orders again. Perhaps, with this win under his belt, your father would now care less of your affections for Daemon, and let you spend your leisure time with him freely.

“We shall throw festivities to honour your valiant effort and victory, brother.”

You had never been one for these sorts of gatherings, or well… gatherings in general. There was no point in being at them, only to be disregarded, ignored, alone. But this was to celebrate Daemon’s victory. And you had hope that he would seek you out to talk, that he would embrace you so you could hear the beating of his heart, further confirming for you that he is alive and well. Leaning against a stone pillar, you watched onwards as he was mid-discussion with your father, Alicent, and Rhaenyra. You could go over there, but you would rather stay where you are. Not a fan of Alicent, or your father for a fact, considering he was no fan of yours. You wondered if Daemon had thought about you at all in his years away. If he had missed, you as much as you did him. It was when he gazed up at you through lightly coloured brows from a distance that you knew he had thought of you, at least once. His purple eyes always told what his words could not. And his eyes in this very moment told you that he too, did not wish for these festivities, that he too would rather be in your company and your company alone.

“Excuse me,” Daemon gave a nod to his brother before beginning the short walk away from the festivities to you. As he moved closer, you took note of his features. He had not changed much, and you were grateful that no scars were visible for it would pain you greatly to know he was once hurt. His hair had been cut short, a strand fell over his forehead, and you noted that it suited him well. “Issi ao daor emare kirimves, ñuha dōna niece?” Are you not having fun, my sweet niece? Daemon came to a stop, barely half a metre away from his niece.

“Ao gīmigon īlen dōrī really mēre syt these ra, kepus.” You know I was never really one for these things, uncle.

“Nor iksin nyke.’ nor am I.

“I thought you would be enjoying this. It is for your victory after all,” you gazed up at him playfully, for he was far taller than you. “Perhaps now, father might leave you alone.”

“I think we both know that not possible,” he smirked down at you. A few moments passed of you only looking at each other. But it wasn’t awkward. It was comfortable.

“I missed you,” you couldn’t help but admit. “I begged father everyday to send help. But I hear that in the end, you did not need it.” Daemon glances to the side before reaching forward to tuck a stray hair behind your ear.

“You need not worry about me, dōna riña,” sweet girl. He smiles softly, a smile reserved for you only. The names he called you never failed to leave you flustered. “Were you treated well while I was away?”

“The same as usual. I tend to be left to keep to myself,” you sigh. “Rhaenyra has been busy with heir duties, despite her wishes. I don’t believe I have had a proper conversation with someone in many turns of the moon. It has been lonely.” Daemon’s purple eyes stare into the lilac of your own.

“Iksā daor mērī, dōrī mērī,” you are not alone, never alone. Daemon whispered in their native tongue for only them to understand.

“Skorkydoso would ao gīmigon? emā daor issare kesīr,” how would you know? You have not been here. You tried desperately to push away the tears that threaten to fall like a wounded soldier in battle. Daemon grabs your hand, with a quick glance over his shoulder, he pulls you around the corner and away from any prying eyes. Hand moving to settle on your cheek, thumb grazing a lone tear.

“Īlen mijegon iā iderennon. Nyke would dōrī henujagon ao mērī ondoso iderennon.” I was without a choice. I would never leave you alone by choice. “Viserys is weak. Lo nyke gōntan daor jikagon naejot vīlībāzma, īlon mirre would botagon,” If I did not go to war, we all would suffer.

“I know,” you sighed. Your arms wrap around his torso, head moving to nuzzle into his chest. His own arms move, one around your shoulders, the other hand cradles your head. “I was scared that you would not return.”

“But I did,” his hand runs across your white hair before pulling back to place them both on your cheeks, bringing your head out from his chest. In his eyes, you could see a man that has been to war, a man that has faced death, and been the death of many men. And yet in his presence, you weren’t sure it possible that you could feel any safer. And as you gazed into his eyes, you didn’t know if it was boldness or weakness, but you leant forward and placed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Daemon closed his eyes and rested his forehead against your own

“īlon jorrāelagon naejot jikagon aril,” we need to go back.

“Gaomagon īlon?” Do we? Daemon whispered. His thumb moved to run along your lower lip before he passionately connected them with his own. Your back pushes against the wall behind you in his fervour. Your arms move around his neck, fingers toying with the hair on the back of his neck.

“People could see,” you whisper as his lips follow along your jaw and down to your neck.

“Let them,” Daemon presses one last kiss to your temple. “Ivestragī zirȳ gīmigon iksā ñuhon, dōna jorrāelagon. Iksā protected ondoso nyke.” Let them know you are mine, sweet love. You are protected by me. His. Yes, that sounds as it should. It is always him. It is always, Daemon.

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