#daughter of Daemon

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-All’s fair in love and war

Prt1. Jacaerys velaryon x fem black Targaryen

Word count: 2k

Summary: Daughter of Daemon, twin to Baela, you always felt like an outsider, too much like your father yet somehow simultaneously not enough. You thought you had no place until Jacaerys, years later, and a injured wrist brings you back to where you truly belong.

Warnings: maybe a curse word, lots of Angst, slow burn,probably some other stuff…

Author note: this will be a series, don’t worry I won’t take forever. (I’ll try) there will be smut in the later parts, a little she fell first her fell harder and ofc yearning touch deprived Jacaerys 🫦

From a young age, you could sense the rift between you and your twin sister Baela. Despite sharing the same womb, your differences were stark. She and Rhaena shared a bond that you could never quite penetrate. It was not their doing, but rather your own fiery spirit that kept you at a distance. Your mother's gentle nature was reflected in them, while you inherited your father's boldness. Though your mother's love was unwavering, you couldn't shake the feeling that a part of her resented your wild ways. Your father's favoritism of you only widened the gap between you and your sister as you grew older.

After your mother's passing, all your unpleasant behaviors seemed to amplify. You became withdrawn, even as a child. harboring anger towards the world and all within it. It felt like you could never live up to anyone's standards. unintentionally Chaos and drama seemed to follow you wherever you went. As you matured, you chose solitude, spending most days flying on your dragon, immersed in books, or reluctantly sparring with your father. With the looming threat of war, you were made to train relentlessly, often multiple times a day. Your father pushed you to practice at odd hours, in the dead of night and early morning. Over time, your body wearied from the constant exertion.

“Again“ Daemon's demand echoed as you swiftly advanced, sword aimed at his exposed chest plate. In a flash, he deflected your strike, the clash of steel ringing out. The force caused you to almost drop your sword, he was not holding back. "Again!" he roared, lunging forward to meet your blade once more. As you staggered back, your wrist throbbing from the impact, your father's eyes gleamed with sadistic excitement. determination etched on your face. Your father's blade comes down towards you, but you manage to defend against it, the sound of iron scraping filling the room. 

With all your might, you push him away stumbling back, a sharp pain shot through your wrist, a soundless crack signaling the injury. With a loud clatter of your sword falling to the ground."I am finished," you declare, with an unreadable expression on your face, as you begin removing your armor.

Daemon's gaze hardened at the sound of your sword falling to the ground. "You are finished when I say you are," he commands, pointing his sword at your discarded one. "Pick it up." "Even if I attempted, I wouldn't be able to," you reply, continuing to remove your armor swiftly and carefully. "I am finished for the day," you state, dropping the last piece of armor as you head towards the exit. Your father calls out for you but you ignore him. "Go pester Baela and Rhaena with your training," you mutter angrily, rubbing just below your wrist as you make your way to your room.

“What is the matter” your sister asked worried as you rushed through the hall to your room holding your wrist. tears welling in your eyes involuntarily due to the pain. “Nothing,” you say attempting to walk past her She blocked your path, stepping in front of you to inspect your hand.  "I can see that something troubles you. Let me assist-" Baela began, reaching out to you. "I have no need of your aid!" you shouted, pulling away from her touch before continuing to your room. The words hung heavy in the air as regret washed over you remembering the look of hurt and shock on her face. Jacaerys observed from afar before he made his way towards Baela to provide solace.

"I only-" she began, then let out a weary sigh.

"I know," Jacaerys murmured, giving her arm a reassuring squeeze. "She becomes more unbearable with each passing moment," he grumbled. “I shall speak to her," he declared, feeling a simmering aggravation building up inside him. "Do not," Baela implored. "I do not desire further conflict," she added. 

“It is fine, Jacaerys,” Baela insisted, noticing the lingering frustration on his face. “I am alright,” she said with a comforting smile. “I will leave it,” he replied with a forced smile. “Thank you,” Baela said before turning away, leaving Jacaerys in the corridor, his mind still troubled by the encounter. He made his way to your chambers.

As he approached the entrance to your chamber, the sound of your agonized cry reverberated through the corridors. Startled, he rushed inside to find you collapsed on the ground, surrounded by your gown as you writhed in pain and sorrow, too engrossed in your torment to acknowledge his presence. Never before had he seen you weep, not even in your youth; until this moment, he believed you incapable of shedding tears. "I shall fetch your father," Jacaerys offered, turning to leave. "No!" you cried out, vehemently shaking your head. "Do not send for my father," you insisted, tears shimmering on your cheeks. "I am merely overreacting," you declared, attempting to stand before sinking back down. Jacaerys promptly rushed to your side, lifting you up by your waist.

"What has happened?" He inquired, his brow furrowed as he gazed upon your condition. You look physically pained, your usually glowing skin now dull, your eyes weak. “I was sparring with my father," you gasped, trying to maintain composure in your voice.  The pain was unlike anything you had ever felt before throbbing relentlessly throughout your arm."My hand took a blow, but that is all." you muttered, disoriented as you recoiled from Jacaerys' touch. "I am unharmed," you declared, rising to your feet unaided. He remained close behind, ready to catch you should you stumble once more. "You do not appear well," he noted, brushing a strand of hair off your forehead, damp with sweat.

Your handmaiden entered the room, her face filled with alarm as she took in the sight before her. "She has injured herself," Jacaerys interjected on your behalf, dropping his hand. "I am well Naera," you insisted, your eyelids growing heavy. "You are not," he countered, his gaze fixed on you. "Bring a splint and bandages," he ordered the handmaiden, prompting her to hasten out of the room. “ I think it is broken” hemumbled examining your arm.

"Jacaerys," you muttered, catching his attention. "Do not tell my father," you managed before succumbing to the pain. Jacaerys was there to catch you as you fell into his arms, your head falling into the crook of his neck. Jacaerys carefully laid you on your bed, marveling at your beauty even in your unconscious state. It had been a long time since he had been in such close proximity to you. You had grown so much, he wondered if you had noticed his own newfound maturity. After ensuring that your arm was properly splinted and a wet rag was on your forehead, he prepared to depart. "I can take it from here," Naera declared, assuming control of the task. Jacaerys nodded, but hesitated, his gaze fixed on you as you slept. "Do not trouble yourself with informing Daemon, I will handle it," Naera stated calmly. "She mentioned that-"

  "I am aware," she confirmed with a nod. "Though Veerah is prone to fever, she will need a healer," Naera said as she wrung out another rag to place on your chest. Jacaerys nodded in understanding. "I will take the responsibility when she asks," Naera said with a reassuring smile. "I am grateful for that," Jacaerys replied with a slight smile before turning to depart. "She may not admit it, but she does enjoy company," Naera stated. "Her exterior is hard but her heart is soft," she added with a smile. Jacaerys nodded in understanding before taking his leave.

That night, as Jacaerys retired to his chambers, your memory consumed his thoughts in a way he had never experienced before. He found himself dwelling on the comfort of your presence in his arms, and the scent of you was like a revelation, awakening a desire he never knew existed. The sound of his name on your lips echoed in his mind, stirring emotions he had long forgotten. It had been years since they had exchanged more than a few words, and Jacaerys realized how much he longed for your company. Seeing this new vulnerable side of you sparked a curiosity within him, leaving him to wonder what other secrets you held

~~~

“Again!” you command with a chuckle as young Jacaerys pointed his wooden sword at you. He rushed towards you and you parried his attack, causing your wooden swords to clash. You step back and swing, knocking his sword out of his hand. "I've won, yet again," you declare proudly. "I let you win," young Jacaerys grumbled as he retrieved his sword. "Well then, you should let me lose some time," you jest. "You're the only girl I know who enjoys playing knights," Jacaerys remarks as he sits back on a large rock. "Is that strange?" you inquire uncertainly, joining him on the rock. Jacaerys shakes his head in disagreement. "I don't think so," he replies. "My mother once told me that she went on a hunt, something people say only men do," Jacaerys says, playing with his sword at his side. "I hope one day I can hunt too," you say, gazing into the distance. "We can hunt together," Jacaerys suggests, hopping off the rock and playfully hitting the sword by your side in hopes of provoking a fight. You laugh at his actions. "Try to win this time."

“How many more stones?" young Jacaerys panted, dropping an armful into the pile. "need help?" you chuckle as you place another rock onto the small castle foundation you two were building. "Not at all, I was just curious," he quipped. "Though in my head, I did not expect this to take so many days," Young Jacaerys stated, wiping dirt on his clothes. "Two days is not so many," you reply, placing down another rock. "My father said hard work breeds good results, and we want to build a great empire," you say, wiping the dirt from your hands.  “We could ask Baela and Rhaena to help” young Jacaerys suggested with a smile. You shake your head in disagreement, “they wouldn’t not like this play, too much dirt” you state looking down at your dirt covered hands. “Is that why you play with me?” Jacaerys inquired with a smile. “Yes, and you are useful when I need help with heavier stones” you joke causing the two of you to laugh. 

“We should construct a bridge for the people to cross," Jacaerys proposed. "Indeed! And we shall station guards at the entrance," you chimed in enthusiastically. “Though that means more work,” you say looking over at Jacaerys. “I believe we can do it,” Jacaerys says with a smile. The two of you took turns laying the foundation of your fortress and sent the other to gather the necessary Materials.

After an hour, you both stepped back to admire your progress. A stone hut made of mud and rocks stood before you, nearly complete. "Tomorrow we shall address the roof," you declared, brushing dirt from your hands onto your gown. "We must christen our realm," Jacaerys declared, eyeing the unfinished castle surrounded by picked flowers. "The Kingdom of Drangea," he announced. "Drangea?" you questioned. "Like dragon?" you inquired, puzzled. "No, like hydrangea, your favorite flower," he clarified, watching for your reaction. You appreciate the gesture but still shrugged.

 "I like it, but the Kingdom of Dragons sounds more formidable, a name befitting a ruthless empire." 

"What about Drangea, Kingdom of Dragons?" Jacaerys proposed. "That is a name befitting of a realm," you concurred, selecting a small, jagged stone. With a piece of timber that had been halved, you etched the name onto it. "It is now official," you declared, stepping back to admire it. "If this is our kingdom, then I am the king and you are the queen," Jacaerys proclaimed. Your heart raced in your chest, "I suppose," you replied with a hesitant smile. Sensing your uncertainty, young Jacaerys amended, "The king and queen do not need to be wed -" Jacaerys started, but you cut him off. "We lack crowns," you reassured him with a smile. "The king and queen must have a crown," you furrowed your brow, "tomorrow” Jacaerys stated with a smile. 

~~~~

Seated by the window, a book in hand, your wrist tightly bound in a splint, your eyes gazed outside, lost in thought. For three days, you had been confined to your chamber, sipping on herbal soup and engrossed in a tale of a woman's demise from infection, It was not a very uplifting read. Jacaerys and your sisters attempted to visit, but you dismissed them. "He's not there," Naera's voice resonated as she brought in another bowl of soup. "He's out riding."

"I have no words for you," you replied, turning away to look out the window. "I would rather face your anger than see you fall to fever," she argued. “Where have you been? You know he forbade me to ride?" you questioned, feeling a surge of anger. “He has worked me to the point of exhaustion, shattered my wrist, and then casted me off to die like a horse with a broken leg” you huff. "Could you even mount in your current state?" Naera inquired. "Think of Luke," she proposed.

"That was a unique circumstance," you declared solemnly. "Completely different. Luke was murdered," you affirmed. "Others have ridden in worse conditions safely. We are in the midst of a war, and I cannot ride a dragon," you grumbled, staring out the window.

"I believe your sister Rhaena shares similar sentiments,” she remarked, placing your bowl down. Your brow furrowed in confusion. "Whose side are you on?" you asked, puzzled.

"Yours, always," Naera replied, settling on your futon. "I just worry about how others perceive you," she explained.

“Why?” you questioned, walking over to your bookcase. “They pay me no mind,” you stated, swapping one book for another.

“How can you be sure, when you barely interact with them?” Naera prodded.

"If you're here to lecture me, you can leave. My father has already done so," you retorted aggravated pointing towards the door.

"I apologize," Naera sighed. "I only want what's best for you," she added, fiddling with a book on your futon. "On a brighter note, Jacaerys seemed quite eager to follow your instruction."

"Did he?" You asked, feigning disinterest. "Yes, and he lingered a while after you passed out Naera replied. 

Later that evening You lay in bed, gazing up at the ceiling, unable to find rest due to the agony in your arm and the relentless thoughts swirling in your mind. No matter how hard you tried to push away the worry, it lingered every night, leaving you feeling utterly helpless. To be maimed in the midst of a war was the last thing you desired. Although you were not entirely incapacitated, it felt as though you were. You were forced to remain idle while your kin risked their lives for a cause you would willingly sacrifice yourself for. Their names would be immortalized in history, while you could only watch, all because your father had worked you like a beast for a war you could no longer partake in.

Naera had recounted tales of a mysterious healer, a witch of sorts, who dwelled in her former village. Whispers of her miraculous abilities to ward off death and bless the land with abundance had reached you. If she could breathe life into withered crops, perhaps she could mend your shattered arm, or at the very least, alleviate the pain enough for you to wield a sword once more. It was a reckless gamble, but one you were willing to take.

You rose from your bed and donned the simplest of garments, a difficult task for one who takes such pride in their attire. Gathering a handful of coins hidden beneath the floorboards, you hesitated before opting to take the entire pouch. Pulling up the hood of your shawl, you exited your chambers. Stealthily and silently, you navigated through the manse. As you traversed a corridor, the sound of approaching footsteps caught your attention. Hastily, you turned and slipped into a doorway, inadvertently knocking over a small metal statue with your foot. Cursing under your breath, you pressed your body against the door, hoping to remain unseen. "Who there?" Jacaerys's voice echoed down the hall.

You remained motionless, barely drawing breath, your heart pounding in your chest. You listened as his heavy footsteps drew nearer and nearer. Only catching a glimpse of the back of his head, you observed as Jacaerys strode down the corridor in search of the source of the disturbance. He cast one final glance before turning and exiting the hall. You remained still for a time, ensuring it was safe. Once you were certain he had departed, you ventured to the cave where your dragon lay. Taking hold of a torch that lit your path as you made your way to your beast.

you creeped forward beckoning for her, "Qamar," you whispered, rousing her from her slumber at the sound of your voice. "Qamar, it is Veerah," you called out once more. You heard her emit two loud huffs, lifting her weary head as she approached the torchlight. "Awake," you stated before her large blue nostrils became visible in the light's haze as she sniffed the air. "I have missed you," you confess with a smile, caressing her face with the same tenderness and compassion you had shown her when she was just a youngling.

Y/n?" Jacaerys called out from behind you, causing your heart to sink. "You followed me?" You questioned angrily turning to face him. "Rightfully so it seems, you are not planning to ride?" he asked looking over your shoulder at your Dragon. "And if I am?" you challenged. "If you were, I would tell you that it is a certain path to demise," Jacaerys retorted seriously, moving closer. "my actions do not concern you," you declared, pulling off your hood. Even in the dim light, Jacaerys couldn't help but notice how beautiful you were. 

"Where are you going?" Jacaerys inquired as you circled the dragon, with him following closely behind.  "Once again, that is none of your concern," you stated, tightening the saddle straps on Qamar. "I will not let you to leave," Jacaerys declared as he watched you attempt to mount your dragon

"You do not let me to do anything," you State before your hand was overcome with a searing pain, causing you to lose your grip on the reins. Fortunately, you fell into Jacaerys' arms, his chest heaving with concern as he gently lowered you to the ground. You open your mouth to speak but he beats you to it. 

"How much further do you think you'll get?" Jacaerys interjected, his voice a blend of concern and frustration. 

“I do no-“

"How much further do you think you'll get in the dead of night with a broken wrist and no one to aid you?" Jacaerys questioned, his eyes filled with a seriousness that you had never witnessed before, and it suited him well. 

“Far, I reckon ” you jest, provoking a surge of anger in Jacaerys. “I am serious y/n, Do you seek death?” He inquired sternly, his eyes fixed on you. “You cannot deter me, I have made my decision,” you say meeting his gaze with unwavering determination. “I will not stand by as you all risk your lives.” you state. “What of your life?” Jacaerys asked, “Am I to sit Idly by as you risk your own?”

“Yes, you are, you are to watch as you have always. do not feign friendship now Jacaerys," you pause. "My affairs are my own, they do not concern you," you state before checking the security of the saddle once more. 

"I will inform your father," Jacaerys states gravely, causing you to turn and look at him in disbelief. "You would not dare," you challenge. "Oh, but I would," Jacaerys states firmly a smile playing on his lips. "Or I can assist you," he offers. "I do not require your assistance” You bluntly reply. "Those are your choices" he reminds.

~~~~

Seated on the cold stone floor of your unfinished castle, you meticulously added leaves to the crown in your hands. The crowns, one for you and one for Jacaerys had been your labor since morning. Your fingers ached with fatigue as you continued to weave, but the image of his smile spurred you on. You hoped that by the time you finished, you would have gathered enough courage to correctly express your feelings to Jacaerys. Your mother had often read to you tales of young love and innocent crushes where rejection was inconsequential in the world of children's books. You hoped for real life to mirror those stories. Expressing emotions, even pain, was a challenge for you, it always left you feeling exposed and vulnerable. As you secured the final stem beneath the others, you raised your weary head to gaze at the sky, now painted in hues of orange. Time had slipped away from you, and you had anticipated Jacaerys's arrival by now. Yet, he had not shown up, leaving you alone with the completed crowns of flowers and leaves. you debated venturing out to search for him. Yet, there was a part of you that was certain he would come, so you decided to wait.

You remained in that unfinished castle until the sun disappeared beyond the horizon. The darkness enveloped the outside world, and only then did you rise, brushing the dirt and grime off your dress. The woven crowns remained tightly clutched in your hand as tears threatened to spill from your eyes. Wiping them away, you left the stone hut and made your way through the corridor of the home, your mind racing with reasons for his absence. "Veerah!" Naera's voice called out to you. She was younger than at the age of ten and five. her sympathetic eyes looking down at you covered in dirt. "What's wrong?" she asked, wiping the dirt from your cheeks with her thumb. "I'm fine," you replied, pushing her hand away. "Have you seen Jacaerys?" you questioned, causing Naera to tense. "Did something happen to him?" you asked worried, making Naera shake her head. "No, Jacaerys is fine," she assured, instantly bringing a smile back to your face "Where is he then?" you asked trying to contain your excitement as you squeezed the woven crowns in your hands.

 “He is in the drawing room,” Naera says with a sad smile gesturing to the door. You smile completely unaware approaching the door. You push it open slightly to see, young Jacaerys standing with his chest up, wooden sword pointed to the ceiling. “I will save you my queen” he announced Charging forward. Causing your sister Baela to fall back with a giggle, in her perfect princess dress “You have to get through me first!”  your little sister Rhaena declared pretending to blow fire from her mouth. Young Jacaerys pretends to slay her with his wooden sword causing your Baela to run into his arms. “Thank you, brave knight,” she says leaving him a kiss on his cheek. In this story, Jacaerys was a knight, Baela a princess, and Rhaena a dragon. And what were you? Nothing, the fool. 

Never in your life before had you felt so embarrassed, embarrassed that you believed even for a moment someone would pick you. Dropping the crowns on the floor you left and never spoke of it again. Never again did you acknowledge you and Jacaerys past friendship, you barely acknowledge him. You spent the next six years focusing on yourself and yourself only.

~~~

You both sat in the back of a carriage, facing each other, packed like stowaways as the carriage jolted along the rough path. "You appear improved, how are you feeling?" Etwa asked, looking at you. "Do not feel pressured to speak," you said bluntly, attempting to silence him. “you are the only person I know who remains in a perpetual state of unhappy" Jacaerys declared, gazing at you with a perplexed expression. "Then you have not encountered enough people," you retorted plainly, resuming your silence. focusing on the sound of the creaking carriage wheels on the road. 

"I did not inform your father, if that is why…," Jacaerys commented, attempting to break the silence. “I was made aware,” you declare with a tight lipped smile. The silence did not last long as he resumed speaking. “However… if your health were to not improve I might have considered-”

"Are you always so?" you asked, irritation rising within you. "So what?" Jacaerys inquired, puzzled. "Annoying," you stated bluntly. He surrendered, releasing a sigh and reclining back against the wall, clasping his hands in his lap. The moment he ceased speaking, you secretly hoped he would continue. Yet, you also enjoyed the sight of defeat in his expression. You were unwell, and you were aware of it. Your interactions with Jacaerys felt like a constant struggle within yourself, even when you meant to speak kindly, only harsh words escaped your lips.

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The Fire That Burns With Us - Chapter 96: The Dance of Dragons.

Master List

Previous Part

138 -  Harrenhal

The news had not yet reached Harrenhal.  

The news that the Reds had taken the capital.  

That his innocent sister Helaena had thrown herself out her window in her grief.  

That the mighty dragon that is Morghon had been killed by Vermithor and the dragonseed Hugh Hammer.  

That the Blackwood knight had disappeared after the revelation of the death of Queen Helaena.  

That the all dragons in the dragonpit and the young prince Maelor had been killed.  

Or of what Aegon had done on Dragonstone.

Aemond had yet to know that the Velaryon fleet led by Corlys and Laenor was searching Blackwater Bay for any sign of Visenya.   But the mangled pieces of Silverwing, Vermithor, and Morghon had been littered on the water's surface. 

Aemond had returned to Harrenhal after receiving a letter from their forces that the rogue prince and the blood wyvern were approaching.   He was accompanied by a dragonseed Nettles and her dragon Sheepstealer, who seemed to be flying towards the Vale.  

The one-eyed prince would not allow his uncle to seize Harrenhal while they took the capital away from the greens.  Aemond was fully ready to embrace his name as Kinslayer.   To end the life of the mighty prince Daemon and his deformed dragon.  

He plans to remove Dark Sister from Daemon's soon-to-be-burned corpse and give it to Visenya, for she should wield the sword while he takes Blackfyre and the conqueror's crown.   A fantasy that the prince holds onto like a fool.  

Aemond hadn’t missed Harrenhal.  The only thing bringing him back was the thought that Daemon would try to have his children harmed and that he could end the Rogue's life.  But deep feelings in his stomach warned him that death would come, maybe not for him.  

The cold and bitter weather of the Riverlands was like a warning that he chose to ignore.  As the mighty prince dismounts his dragon, the feeling of impending death does not leave him.  That feeling only rises in his chest as he watches Daemon dismount Caraxes.  

The two dragons had both lived a long and eventful life.  Bringing greatness to House Targaryen and being blessed with some of the best riders the house has ever seen.  Vhagar is a seasoned war criminal who helped shape House Targaryen from a minor Valyrian house to one of the strongest Houses Westorest has ever seen.  Caraxes has bonded with Aemon and Daemon, fighting in the step stones and the Fourth Dourinsh War.  But most importantly, the two dragons have bonded throughout the years, flying together with Alyssa, Baelon, and Aemon and then Daemon and Laena.  But not the bond and feelings the Dragons had once shared are erased with the hate their current riders feel for one another. 

The older of the two was wearing his dragon armour, Dark Sister at his hip.  Daemon, too, was in the dark about the events happening in the East.  Caraxes lets out a whistling whine of disconnect as Daemon leaves his side.  Unlike his rider, Caraxes knew what was to come.  

The two self-proclaimed Prince Constorts did not waste any more time; the air was thick and foggy as the two left the safety of their dragon's side and met each other in the middle.  Both knew the fight would not start on land but in the air, another beautiful but tragic dance between dragons.   Unlike Daemon, Aemond was not clad head to toe in armour, the simple chestplate that Rob had gifted him.  

As the two reach each other, the tension rises with each moment they watch each other. Not long ago, each one of them held respect for one another and almost cared about the other.  Perhaps they would have been closer if things were different, if the Greens had never schemed for the throne, and Daemon had never left for Pentos.  For Aemond is Viserys son, yet he took after Daemon more than his own father.  

“You were a fool to come alone,” Aemond is the first to break the tension, his voice deep, commanding yet soft as velvet.  His tone is that of a man who knows the weight of his words but, yet Daemon can not help but think he sounds like a boy trying to command authority and power.  

Aemonds grip is like a viper on the hilt of his sword.  He was weighing the choice of drawing his sword and trying to end his uncle where they stood, but he did not have a valyrian steel sword like Daemon.  He wasn’t wearing armour to protect himself.  But surely he could be fast enough to draw his sword and drive it through Daemon.  He has the advantage of youth and possibly more rage.  Yet his body remains unmoving, and he almost looks like a beautifully carved statue as he glares at Daemon.  The eyepatch burning against his skin, the sapphire underneath forever cold, like it held the souls of those claimed in this war, for that fateful night on Driftmark was the reason this war had advanced so fast. 

Daemon shifts his weight onto one of his feet, his hands resting on the hilt of Dark Sister.  His hand wrapping itself around the pommel, he has killed hundreds of men with the sword and no doubt the next victim would be the boy in front of him.   A son for a son was not enough; he should avenge Lucerys by spilling the blood of his murderer. 

“Were I not alone, you would not have come,” Daemon retorts, far more relaxed than the younger Targaryen.  His shoulders were not tensed like Aemond's, and he could be mistaken for having a civil conversation with his nephew if it wasn’t for the matching grips on their sword. 

Daemon knew that he could unsheathe Dark Sister now, drive it through the younger's stomach, and be done with it. Vhagar might burn him to death, but Ceraxes would be safe.  Ceraxes would be available for his sweet Rhaena to claim.  

Aemond would have come even if Daemon was not by himself, and he knows that Daemon would have never tried to approach Harrenhal again if Visenya had not gone to King’s Landing.  A father is scared of his own daughter and what punishments he might face for daring to enter the Riverlands again.  

Aemond brings his lips together in a tight line.  Perhaps Daemon was right, but what could he have brought to make him waver in this fight?  The dragonseed he had formed a relationship with?  The Black Queen on his spoiled dragon?  Daemon had no more allies that would make Aemond nervous about killing.  No, he was the one with the allies.  He could have stayed in King’s Landing, told Visenya about his plan, and asked her to occupy him.  Brought Morghon and the Cannibal with them.  But he refuses to make his wife a kinslayer like himself.  

Both of them knew that going against one another was the only way they had a chance of killing each other.

“Yet you are, and I am,” Aemond tells Daemon, grip leaving the hilt of his sword as his arms apart and almost daring Daemon to unsheathe Dark Sister to kill him.  Aemond doesn’t allow his feelings to affect his voice, the slight nerves he feels for the battle to come.  Instead, he relaxes his shoulders to mirror Daemon and lets out a soft hum as a smirk creeps onto his face.  “You have lived too long, uncle,” 

Daemon puffs his chest out, eyes narrowing at Aemond as he speaks before slowly nodding, agreeing with him about the statement.  Daemon has lived out many people dear to him.  His mother, father, brother, grandmother, Aemna, Laena, his Strong Boys, and now his two daughters sired by Rhaenyra. 

Daemon had lived on borrowed time since he fought in the step stones.  

“On that much, we agree,” Daemon tells Aemond, giving him one final nod before turning his back towards Aemond, not fearing that Aemond might stab him.  Aemond spares his uncle one last look before he does the same. 

Both princes return to their dragons, praying to their gods for safety.  

Daemon prays that he will be able to return to Dragonstone to give his wife the good news of Aemond's death.  To see his daughters, all of them, once again.  To be able to watch his sons grow.  To bring justice to his son's death, to give justice to Lucerys.  

Aemond prays to also return to his wife to give her the news of the death of Daemon and Caraxes.   To remove the last power of the blacks.  To be able to watch his children grow up in the red keep.  To see his wife on the iron throne.  To send his brother to the wall and allow his sweet sister to finally be happy and safe.  To wear the conquered crown.  To mend the realm and prove himself worthy of the name Targaryen.   

But neither would have their prey answered.  It is as if the gods had finally punished them for the peace and happiness they had lived in and punished them for their sins.   

Because neither could return to their wives, the two Queens are now dead.  

Rhaenyra burned by her usurper brother and his half-dying dragon.  Aegon, the younger, forced to watch as his mother became ash and dragonfood.  Only leaving a few charred pieces of her left.

Visenya having a dragonriders death.  Killing the dragonseeds, Hugh Hammer, Ulf the white, and the two dragons Vermithor and Silverwing.  But also, in the process, ending her own life, along with one of her dragons, Morghon.  Both of their remains sinking to the bottom of Blackwater Bay, allowing Visenya to rest in the same waters as the rest of the Valeryons, just as she wanted.  The cannibal flew East after circling the bay for two straight days. 

Neither of them would see their children again. To watch their sons and daughters grow.  

Aegon, the younger, now traumatized after witnessing his mother's death.  Viserys is thought dead now in the lands of Lys.   Baela is scarred from her battle with Aegon.  Rhaena is safe and with her new hatchling.  

Laenor, Daenys, and Aenar are being held within the ruins of Harrnehal, which is within his eyesight.  If only Aemond had shared the gift of foresight, he might have climbed on his dragon, flown to Harrenhal, and brought his children to the now-claimed King’s Landing.  

On that day, the 22nd day of the 5th moon of 138 AC.  Aemond and Daemon, along with Vhagar and Caraxes, lost their lives.  The two sets fall into the god's eye once Daemon leaped from Caraxes and plunged Dark Sister in Aemond’s one good eye.  

The battle above the god's eyes would be the last battle of the Dance of Dragons.  The Blacks dissolved quickly into the Reds.  The Greens followed suit after the death of Aegon, the usurper on Dragonstone.  The red held the capital but without a queen, leaving the succession of the Spiky Chair up for debate to the three small councils. 

Once the arrival of the winter wolves and the Black Aly arrived in the shambles of King’s Landing, they made quick work of breaking the betrothal with Daenys and Rickon and instead betrothing Daenys with Aegon the Younger and Laenor to their daughter, Sarra.  

Daenys becomes the “first” legitimate queen of the Seven Kingdoms with her consort Aegon II.  A marriage that was closer to a friendship rather than a marriage.  Yet both still did their duties to the realm.  

Robert Tully denied the position of Daenys hand, instead returning to Riverrun to see his wife give birth to a daughter.  She was quickly betrothed to Aenar, who later became lord of Riverrun, with his wife, Catelyn Tully, taking most of the title's responsibilities—a match made by the gods.

Benjicot took the role of the hand of the queen instead, along with taking on the responsibilities of raising the three children, not allowing anyone to hold or be near them for close to three years after the war, fearing that something might happen to the last connection he had to Visenya and Aemond.  The Blackwood knight also protected the little Princess Jaehaera until she married Bloody Ben in secret one faithful day, becoming the lady of Raventree Hall. 

The dance of the dragons was the true downfall of the house, Targeryn, for even years after the war in peaceful times.  No house looked at the house the same; the death of the dragons allowed the once perfect marble of the house to crack and slowly, through the years, fall apart. 

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Last chapter. I loved writing this story in the beginning as it was just a little daydream that my friend told me to write. I never thought that it would get this far, ever. I know that this story is cheesy, badly written, and probably full of plot holes I don't see. But I am dyslexic, and I never thought people would read this. Thank you all who have commented and read this far along. Truly the comments are the only reason why I didn't just give up on this story and delete it; they mean more to me than you could know.

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[gotham-at-nightfall]

House of the Dragon Playing Cards

The King and the Queen

The Cast-Aside Queens

The Queen's Right-Hand men

The Second Sons

Daughters of the Rogue Prince

The Innocent and the Guilty

The New Hands

The Warden of the North

By Dvincii

[chloe-skywalker]

Daughter Like Mother - Cregan Stark / Rhaenyra Targaryen

Rhaenyra x Daughter!Fem!Reader

Cregan Stark x Targaryen!Fem!Reader

Warnings: GOT

Word count: 2,053

Summary: Rhaenyra loves her daughter, even if she’s to much like her sometimes.

Authors Note: Takes place during season 1

Masterlist

House Of The Dragon Masterlist

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“Mother.” Y/n greeted as she jumped off her dragon having just landed from her ride.

“Y/n.” Rhaenyra greeted her daughter with a smile.

“It’s a lovely day to ride. Isn’t it?” Y/n smiled widely as she walked over towards her mother.

“Indeed it is.” She agreed before her face turned to a solemn grimace. “We need to talk.”

“What about?” Y/n played innocent as if she didn’t have a clue.

“I think you know.” Rhaenyra state’s knowingly.

“Ah the get married talk.” Y/n bit her lip, a sour look coming up on her face.

“You don’t have to get married right away. But look for someone you want to marry. Yes, you do need to do that.” Rhaenyra knew her daughter wanted to be free not tied down so she was expecting some backlash and defiance for wanting her to start thinking about marriage.

“Find someone that would love to control me and keep me locked away?” Y/n asked with narrowed eyes.

“It doesn’t have to be like that.” Rhaenyra tells her with sad eye’s.

“I do not want to lose my freedom. That’s what marriage will get me.” Y/n shook her head.

“If you take the time to find a man that you like and you get to know him you could find one that won’t treat you that way.” Rhaenyra tries to tell her hoping she’d understand that not all relationships have to be that way. She wasn’t all that shocked that her daughter viewed marriage the way she did when she was younger. But it saddened her that Y/n’s view on relationships was so bleak. Her own marriage wasn’t horrible to Laenor and neither was her marriage to Daemon. But Rhaenyra knew that she had been lucky in that department.

“He could lie just to get me to like him and then lock me away after our vows are said.” Y/n told her, it was one of her fears. Being lied to and falling for someone only to marry and then for them to show their colors and control her.

“I won’t let that happen.” Rhaenyra promises her daughter reaching for her shoulders and looking her in the eye’s. But she could tell Y/n didn’t fully believe her and Rhaenyra blamed herself. For staying in King's Landing to long and her seeing such horrible relationships there of all kinds.

Rhaenyra knew Y/n was done talking about this for the time being so with a reminder to wash up before dinner later before leaving back to the castle of DragonStone. Once she got back to her chambers it wasn’t a surprise to her that her husband/uncle was there already.

“How’d it go?” Daemon asked, looking up noticing his wife/niece enter the room.

“She wants nothing to do with looking for a sutor or getting married.” She sighed.

“Did she give a reason?” Daemon questioned knowing Y/n more than likely had a good reason. After all she was the product of him and Rhaenyra before her marriage to Laenor, he and Y/n had a great relationship.

“She doesn’t want to lose her freedom.” Rhaenyra tell’s him, summing up the conversation she had with their daughter.

“She’s exactly like her mother.” Daemon smirked proudly.

Rhaenyra opened her mouth at his statement. “I was-”

“Exactly the same way. But you had a different type of duty to uphold. She doesn’t have to carry the weight of it like you did and because of that we can take our time and so can she. That way we can make sure Y/n doesn’t end up in a loveless marriage.” Daemon interrupted walking over to her and cupping the back of her neck putting their foreheads together. Neither of them planned to let any of their children be in loveless marriages.

“There’s a celebration in a week’s time. Maybe someone there will catch her interest.” She spoke after thinking over his words.

“Hmmhmm.” Daemon hummed but he was convinced his little dragon wouldn’t curve her view that easily. Someone would have to really work for her affections.

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It was finally the day of the celebration and Rhaenyra and Daemon along with all their children had flown on dragon back to the Red Keep. They weren’t the only ones to travel for the celebration, lords and ladies and others had traveled far for the celebrations. 

But Y/n knew the ball being held was also a way to subtly get her introduced to the available men of the realm for potential suitors. Y/n was standing before her mirror looking at herself in the ball gown specifically made for tonight. It was beautiful, Y/n thought.

“Come in.” Y/n called out at the knock on her chamber door.

“You look beautiful.” Rhaenyra smiled at her beautiful daughter as she entered the room and walked over to stand right behind her.

“Thank you.” Y/n looked at her mother in the mirror through their reflections.

“I know you're probably not excited about tonight. But I ask that you at least try.” She pleaded with her hoping she’d at least give it a chance.

“I will try. But no guarantees.” Y/n sighed not really wanting to but she’d try. For her mom she’d try.

“That's all I ask.” Rhaenyra smiled gratefully.

Later at the celebration Daemon had noticed Y/n was trying to just stay in the corner to be unseen. Just observing the ball so he decided to go over to her and talk to her figuring it was the perfect time.

“I see you look so thrilled to be here.” Daemon said as he stood next to his daughter.

“Over the moon.” Y/n said with a flat tone of voice. Both observed the people filling the room.

“I can understand your feelings about this. There warranted. But may I ask you to do something?” He spoke up tilting his head down in her direction.

“Mother already gave me the ‘At least try’ talk.” Y/n rolled her eyes looking back at him.

“I’m not going to tell you to try.” He scoffed.

Y/n furrowed her brow confused. “Then what?”

“I just want to ask you to be nice to the poor bastards that are here to try and woo you.” Daemon sent her a wink followed by a mischievous smile.

“I’ll tell you what I told my mother. I’ll try but there are no guarantees.” Y/n smiled up at him with the same mischief.

“That's my dragon.” Daemon kissed her forehead before giving off in search of his wife/niece.

Y/n was polite to everyone that came over to talk but most seemed to lose interest and leave her be when she showed no interest in fawning all over them. Y/n didn’t mind, she wasn’t going to be something that she’s not.

“You look like you’d rather be anywhere but here.” Cregan Stark leaned down to whisper in her ear from behind.

Y/n turned her head slightly at the voice. It was very close but surprisingly not unwelcome. “You're very observant.”

“Cregan Stark.” He introduced himself as he moved around to stand in front of her and bowed.

“Y/n Targaryen.” She nodded her head in acknowledgment.

“I can tell.” Cregan smiled leaning in closely but not to close to crowd her.

“Oh?” Y/n raised a brow.

“You are glaring daggers. If looks could kill princess, well . . .” He tilted his head teasingly. Which was shocking to anyone that knew the Warden of the North if they saw him. It wasn’t in his nature but for some reason it came easy if the princesses company.

Y/n was intrigued by his playful nature so she turned her body to face him. Both of them are leaning against the wall near them. In their own little bubble they created rather quickly.

“And here I thought I was being subtle.” Y/n answered.

“You mask it pretty well with boredom.” He nodded telling her she was in fact masking it but not from him.

“Oh well that I’m not trying to hide.” She looked him up and down, almost challenging him to change that.

“And why are you so bored and dare I say angry? If I may ask, of course.” Cregan placed a hand on his chest mocking hurt.

“You may Lord Stark.” Y/n was shocked on the inside at his humor and the fact he came up to her and didn’t start off with talking himself up or marriage. He wanted to joke, have a real conversation with her as if they didn’t have titles attached to their names. “This whole night is a set up for me to find potential suitors.”

“And that causes such a reaction?” he questioned with a comically shocked look.

“Yes. I don’t want to find a suitor. That means getting married.” Y/n told him.

“And why do you despise marriage Princess?” Cregan was genuinely wanting to know why she felt so strongly against marriage.

“I don’t want to be locked away and controlled.” Y/n tells him straight.

“And that’s marriage to you?” Cregan wanted to know more. Like ‘Why?’ she felt that way. He knew things were different here than the North, but was it truly that different?

“Its what every man who is vieing for my hand wants. A name, status, and a woman to control and fuck to have their own heirs with. Nothing more. Not a woman with a mind of her own.” Y/n explains to him. She didn’t know why she felt she could tell him anything but he just felt different compared to everyone else.

Cregan nodded understanding her explanation and how true it was unfortunately. “You still want to do the things you love and enjoy. You don’t want to give up being your own person.”

Y/n looked him in the eyes shocked that he got it. “Exactly.”

“I don’t think you're being unreasonable. I think you just don’t wanna be a slave to your future husband.” He shook his head looking her in the eye’s with a kindness no suitor had ever looked at her with.

“That's what they all want. Slave for a wife, who shuts up and pushes out babies.” Y/n let out a sad laugh casting his gaze down.

“Yes, that’s what most of them want.” Cregan agreed but he took another step forward and cupped her cheek. The two were so close their chests were touching. Y/n looked back up and gazed into his eyes. “It’s not what I want.”

“Is that so?” Y/n looked into his eyes, curious but still cautious.

“Why don’t we dance, and talk? That way you can find out.” He held out his free hand as he offered to dance. Something that with anyone else he would not have offered to do.

Y/n thought about it for a moment debating if she truly believed him or not. And she did. Y/n put her hand in his. “Lead the way Lord Stark.”

“As you wish, princess.” Cregan smiled, leading her to the dance floor in the center of the room. Where the two only focused on the other the whole night, laughing and talking the whole time they danced.

“Looks like one man was brave enough to try and get to know her.” Daemon leaned in to speak in Rhaenyra��s ear. The couple knew Y/n was a pure dragon not just in blood but in attitude and it took someone brave to go up and be willing to get to know the sweet girl under the wall’s she had built to others. Of course the man brave enough was a Northern, a Stark no less.

“By the looks of it she seems to enjoy his company.” Rhaenyra smiled at the thought of her daughter having found someone that she’d let in and truly know her. Let someone make her happy in that special way that love can. “Maybe he’s the one.” She looked up to her uncle/husband with hope in her eyes.

“Eh, we’ll see about this.” Daemon smiled but he was also thinking of ways to test the young Stark. Make sure he was good enough for his little dragon.

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[liusia-piu]

[allyriadayne]

RHAENA + JACE: Resentment & anger

[poppyflower-22]

Nothing To Worry About?

Summary: Benjicot confronts you on your past relationship with Aegon.

Warnings: Incest (as usual) This is a modern au. Small talk of virginity. Mention of still birth.

Side note: Spelling and grammar mistakes. This could be a part 2 to lifetime if you like.

To love someone is to love all of them. No matter there flaws. No matter what they do.

You had seen you mother love your father's. She had loved your step father Harwin Strong. And she had loved your father Daemon.

While the rest of your family was complicated you had always known and seen what love was and how it should be received and given.

While Harwin wasn't your father, he treated you like his daughter. He showed loved to you like a father should do.

It was how you had known that what you felt for Benjicot Blackwood was love. You had known because your mother had spoken of how that's what she felt for your fathers.

It had made you feel like you had butterfly's in in your stomach. And you had never felt like this, you could feel like this forever.

“Is he good to you?” Jace asked his sister. You turned to your brother and smiled.

“Yeah.” You looked back over at Benjicot, who was playing with Aegon, your younger brother.

You felt a hand on your arm. “I’m happy for you, sister.” Jace whispered, kissing the side of your forehead.

Jace was happy that his friend was good to you. He was always going to look out for you but more so after the whole Aegon thing.

You sighed and walked over to Ben. Benji smiled up at you as you bent down on your knees.

“Hey buddy.” You greeted your younger brother. Your brother smiled at you before going back to playing with his toy dragons.

“Aegon!” Rhaenyra called, making young Aegon run over to his mother.

“Come on.” You said as you took Benji’s hand and walked up to your bedroom.

Benji squeezed your hand as you both walked past the living room where your uncles were. Aegon, your uncle smirked at Benji, knowing it would get on his nerves.

“I bloody hate him.” Benji mumbled. As he lay on her bed. He lay on his side. He had his hand on his chin as he watched you.

Your orange cat, Maple, jumped on the bed and snuggled up to Benji. He pat her making her purr.

You sat at your vanity and took off your earrings and jewellery, but your promise ring Benji had given you.

“Just ignore him.” You mumbled back, not wanting to talk about Aegon.

“Well it’s hard to when he’s here all the time.” He shot back.

You signed. “You know mother and Alicent are being friendly again, and Aegon just tags along.”

Ben groaned and dropped his head onto her soft fluffy pillows, Maple not moving as she was a deep sleeper. You smiled at your boyfriend before walking over to join him on the bed. Maple purred as you moved her softly so you could cuddle your boyfriend.

Benji smiled, letting you cuddle closer to him. He put his hand around your waist. You kissed his neck as you were put to sleep by your boyfriend.

Even him just there made you fall asleep.

Benji was cresting your back as he heard you breathing get steady, meaning you were asleep. He carefully got out of your arms and put the stuffed weighted dragon toy in your arms.

He stepped out to your balcony that was connected to your room and lit his cigarette.

As he looked out the mountains that were literally in your back, he thought of you.

The first time he ever saw you was in that book shop. He knew who you were. How could he not? You were the most beautiful person he had ever seen. And you were a Targaryen.

You had giggled at him when he stumbled over his words. He was nervous to talk to you, but he got over that as you both started seeing each other.

His first had been you, his first kiss, the person that took it. He was even more drawn to you after that. He tried his best to love and cherish you with his whole heart.

He loved you too much to ever let you go. He thinks if you ever got away that he would simply die. Sounds dramatic, but his soul was yours.

And it was a plus your family approved of him.

Daemon had been harder to get the approval of. You were his little girl. And any boy wasn’t going to be good enough for you. But he liked Benji, he could protect you.

Jace was already sort of friends with him. They played football together. But they came closer after Benji started dating you. Jace was like Daemon, protective, but Jace knew you were safe with him.

Rhaenyra was the one person Benji had been he most nervous about meeting. You loved your mother with all your heart. You were her only girl. After your little sister Visneya died a still birth, your mother had been even more protective of you.

But the moment you told her about Benji, she knew that without even meeting the boy, he was the one for you. That he treated you like you were the only girl on the earth. And for that, Rhaenyra had treated Benji like another one of her sons.

Your door being open pulled him away from his thoughts of you. He turned his head to see who it was, he thought it would be your mother or brother but it was Aegon.

Benji sat up more on the rail at the sight of your uncle. He didn't like him. From just the way he used to treat girls in school and college. And also that you and Aegon use to have a close relationship.

You always hesitated in telling him anything about your time with Aegon when you were younger, but Benji had guessed what could have happened.

"What are you doing?" Benji snapped at the boy making Aegon snap his head over to him.

Aegon smirked and walked his way to the doorway of the balcony. "Just checking up on my niece."

"Well, she's fine." Benji grumbled and put his cigarette out on the rail before jumping off the rail to put it in the ashtray that sat on the small table.

Aegon shugged and crossed his arms, "She's my niece. We are close." He smirked at the black haired boy. Aegon watched as he clenched his jaw in anger. "We are so close. I would say closer than people think." He taunted the boy.

Benji clenched his fist before he took a step and got right in Aegons face, making him gulp at the glint in Beni's eyes. "You were close. Were. You're not close anymore. She has me. She doesn't need you. She comes to me with her problems, not you." Benji spat.

He walked over to you and sat down on the edge and moved some of your white hair out of your face.

Aegon’s smirk drooped. Yes, you and him were close. More close than anyone in the family. But after a while, when he had left for his first year in community college, you had distanced yourself from him. And before he knew it, you were bringing your new boyfriend home.

He glanced at the way Benjicot moved your hair softly away from your face. He used to do that with you. He taught you everything you knew.

Aegon walked angrily towards your bedroom door before he left he turned to Benji and said something that would hopefully make him angry, "Hey Benji, did she take you to her favourite place in Rome Did you take the nighttime walk where the violin players always play?" Aegon asked with a smirk before he left the room.

He left a confused and hurt Benji and a sleeping unaware girl.

The dinner was uncomfortable. You had tried to talk to Benji, but all he had done was tell you dinner was ready.

You don't know what had happened since you had fallen asleep. You had tried to hold his hand, but he shook that of as well.

He was sat between your brother and you. Helena sat next to you. Aegon sat across from him,

You had decided that if your boyfriend was going to be a dick to you for no reason, then you would talk to your sweet aunt.

Benji had tried to listen to Jace talk about his trip to Paris with his girlfriend Sarah Snow. But all he could think about was you.

When you had asked him if he wanted to go to Rome for a few days, he had jumped at the opportunity. You had been on many small trips together, but Rome was a place you loved.

And knowing that Aegon had been there and done exactly what you two did didn't sit right with him. Maybe it was jealously. But he just didn't like it.

"They had this amazing butterfly room there. You would love it Hel, we have to go, one day." You gushed to your aunt.

"Of course. Butterflies are just so beautiful. Anymore insects there?" Helena asked, interested in the other bugs you could have seen.

Aegon, laughing quietly and looking at you, made Benji snap.

"If you excuse us." Benji said to Jace, who nodded and watched as he stood up and took your hand. "We need to talk." He simply said.

You let him pull you away. Confused. "What's going on? Ever since I woke up, you have been acting weird." You huffed as he closed the sliding doors to the back yard.

Benji scoffed at you. "That fucking craven cunt." He spat making your eye widened in surprise.

"Wow, wow, wow." You rushed out in order for him to stop before he said anything else. "You need to actually tell me what's wrong. Not curse words. Words." You advised him.

Now, that's what he loved about you. You could stop him, calm him down before he went on and on, and worked himself up. But he was already worked up.

"Aegon!" He yelled at her, making her step back in surprise. "He basically told me that you both went to Rome together and that doesn't make me upset, no what makes me upset is that not only did we do what you and him did, you lied to me about it. All I want is honesty from you." He explained to you.

You sighed. You closed your eyes and pinched your nose. "Fucking Aegon." You cursed. He could always ruin something. "Look." You began taking his hand in yours. "What me and Aegon had was a long time ago. Yes we went to Rome together and did what we did. But did you ever stop and think why?" She asked him with a head tilt.

When he shook his head softly, you smiled sweetly at him. "It was because I wanted to replace that memory that I have with him with you. You are the one that I love. Not him."

You took a breath for the next words may be hard for him to hear. "I wish all my firsts had been with you."

Benji narrowed his eyes and, with a clenched jaw, looked away. He didn't pull away. Seeing this, you grabbed his face in your hands and brought his face back towards you.

"But I know I have many other first with you." You smiled up at him. You dragged your hands down his arms again. "Our first home, our first pet together, our first child..." You trailed off with a nervous smile. He smiled lightly at you, knowing you were right.

He had a bunch of first with you yet to come.

Benji sighned and leaned his forehead on yours. They stood there for a few monets. Just in the silence.

"I'm such an idiot." He whispered you with a small laugh.

You shook your head with a giggle. You put your hands on his cheeks, making him look at you in your unique purple blue eyes. "It's normal for you to feel thease things. I'm sorry for not telling you what really happened between us. And I will, but maybe when we go back to yours." You told him with a smile. You crest his cheek.

Benji leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your lips. You melted into the kiss. Benji wrapped his arms around your waist as yours went into his hair and pulled it, making his groan.

You parted and smiled at eachother.

"You were jealous. " You giggled at the blush of embarrassment on his face. He hated being jealous.

"I was not." He grumbled into your neck, making you giggle more. Benji smiled at your giggles. "I love you so much." He sighed in your neck.

You smiled, racking your hands over his hair. "I love you as well, Benji. So much." You whispered into his ear and placed a soft kiss there.

Even if Aegon was always going to be in your life, at least Benji had the resurgence of knowing he was yours and you were his.

You were from a complicated family. A family that was broken from the death of your grandmother. But you had each other to hold.

I am thinking of making this a little small series. I was bored and listening to music.

[daemontargaryenwhore]

it looked like that punch took all his strength how is his mother not embarrassed Harwin is rolling in the dust

[targsource]

The Three Heads of the Dragon: Part 2

by nataa.draws on instagram

from left to right: Queen Naerys, King Aegon IV, and Prince Aemon (1); Septa Rhaena, Princess Elaena, and Princess Daena (2); Princess Daenerys, King Daeron II, and Ser Daemon Blackfyre (3)

[lady-corrine]

I do think people forget that when Rhaenyra walked the castle battlements of Duskendale weeping, refusing to eat or sleep, she was, in all the ways, heartbreakingly alone. She was a mother with five children lost, a widow too (for some reason people forget this aspect?), a dragonrider who had her dragon with whom she had shared her cradle killed (the canon literally tells us that Syrax's death left her inconsolable). It's just very interesting how for some people everyone else is allowed to suffer and their losses are blown out of proportion, but Rhaenyra isn't, and her total losses (which were devastating) are of little to no value to some.

[witchofhimring]

Being the daughter of Daemon Targaryen

Daemon x reader (platonic)

I will split this into four different parts depending on who the mother is (Laena, Rhae, Mysaria, Rhaenyra)

Your relationship with Daemon really depends on who your mother is. Although I think he would love his daughter regardless of who the mother is, your relationship will still differ depending on who she is.

Mysaria:

- As his first born you hold a special place in his heart. Daemon keeps you in a mansion with your mother. Despite your bastardy he still has you educated. And anyway, he planned to have you legitimated in time. Unlike with his other wives (except Rhea) there will be a battle between your parents on who has the most influence. Daemon will bring you up to be a true Valyrian. But Mysaria does not agree with everything he does and do the two will argue.

- ‘I will not have my daughter riding those beasts.’ Mysaria stood over Daemon. Although she was not ignorant as to the threat he could pose, Mysaria felt very strongly about her daughter riding a dragon. She had always been a careful woman. Ever since she was a little girl who endured her father’s abuse Mysaria had known how to survive. And when her daughter was born she swore you too would be safe. That meant, for Mysaria; No. Fucking. Dragon. Daemon sat hunched in his chair. He was tired but equally determined. ‘She is a Valyrian. Whatever the circumstances of her birth are.’ Standing in the doorway you watched nervously. You hated listening to your parents fight. Quietly, you slunk into the darkness.

- Unfortunately this will result in Daemon taking you from Mysaria once their relationship is over. This causes a lot of tension and your relationship with him will change. It is hard being away from your mother for so long. Daemon takes you with him wherever he goes. He will try to be more stationary for your benefit. And the word is "try". Life is both tough and fun. Constantly moving around made it hard to make long lasting friends. But Daemon will do fun things such as going to the market, dragon riding and buying items for any hobby you are into. Mysaria finds secret ways to contact you without Daemon's knowledge. You sort of lead a double life with both parents.

-Your mother's most recent letter was quickly slid under the pillow as your bedroom door opened. Your father stepped in holding a wooden box. Curiously you asked what was in the box. Daemon opened it and inside you found cloth and sewing needles. With a smile you took it and went through the materials. Daemon had a small smile on his face as his daughter rummaged through everything. He did not really understand your love of sewing but he was happy to provide the materials.

-You do get a dragon. Daemon lobbies hard for you to have a dragon and for a while Viserys says no. Not because he doesn't think you deserve one but because of your status (this is before you are legitimated). This changes when Rhaenyra had her first born and Daemon will snidely make remarks when Viserys brings up your bastardy. Eventually Viserys relents. Your dragon is called Saephrin, a thin green scaled creature who is called the Sky Snake. He is very fast an nimble. You spent a lot of time in the cave and riding Saephrin. Daemon likes to ride beside you on nice day. The dragons do keep some distance between each other since Caraxes can get a bit snappy around the younger dragon. These outings usually end in picnics and going to far off places.

-Higher and into the sky you climbed. Wind whistled past your ears, wind whipping hair around. Just behind you was Daemon on Caraxes. Above the clouds you flew looking at the ground bellow. The house you lived in had become a simple blip on the ground. The ache in your thighs felt good. Riding on dragon back brought you more satisfaction than anything else. Showing off you father burst up from a sea of clouds, sending white mist everywhere. Despite your vision being temporarily obscured you were not scared. Daemon was an expert dragon rider, you were in no danger. Your dragon let out a wiry cry and you dove. Leaning back you could see the ground bellow you coming nearer. You looked up to find Daemon still circling above. Saephrin then extended his wings and you were shot back into the air. With a whoop of laughter you went to meet him in the sky.

Rhea:

-Daemon would not allow Rhea to raise you. Despite him belief in Valyrian supremacy you are still a Targaryen. He will use his position as a prince to limit contact between Rhea and yourself. This leads to some tension between Daemon and Viserys, who feels your place is in Runestone. In this scenario Daemon is in Runestone more often. There is a back and forth between who has more influence. Daemon will try to distance you from Andal influences and Rhea vise vera. This leaves you feeling constantly torn.

-Their voices echoed down the hall to where you sat alone. By all rights you should be in bed already. If anyone were to find you out there would be trouble. One would think that years of this would harden you to your parents constant fights. 'My daughter will not be taking part in your filthy Valyrian traditions! I am only glad that she has no brother for you to force her to fuck.' You could almost see your fathers reaction in your mind. There was the sound of a physical altercation and you buried yourself deeper into the shadows. You were not sure when the fight ended. Only that your father slunk through the hall and you hardly dared to breath as he walked past. Once you were sure both parents were gone you wandered the halls.

-A dragon egg is given to you by Daemon upon birth. The pearl coloured egg hatches and a light pink dragon is born, named Willow. You grew close to the dragon and liked to bring her into your playroom. Whenever she was separated from you a tantrum resumed on both ends. You could not live without Willow. Your father would becomes a less present figure om your life. For a while life grew slightly easier. At least no parents were fighting. And so a quiet existence descended. Your mother taught you to hunt and command a falcon. By her hand you sat at council meetings. One day you would become Lady of Runestone and command these people. Unlike many other women, even high born ones, you would be permitted to wield power without the say so of a man. When your mother died Daemon came back for you. He tried to take you from Runestone but the lords protested. Swallowing his rage, Daemon would fly between his residences and Runestone. He was more involved now. because of your position Daemon would teach you battle strategy and swordplay. Daemon was determined to make you a proper ruling lady.

-'Block!' Daemon's sword came down from ahead and you only just blocked it. He did not relent with each blow, causing witnesses to shoot mistrusting looks. While Daemon was not being gentle there was a method to this. The world was not kind to women especially women who took the places men more often occupied. You must become strong enough to defend your own. And Daemon had a feeling war was not too far off. Daemon felt Rhea had been a poor teacher. He would not have some docile Andal lily for a daughter. Gods damn it you were a Targaryen. Each strike was used to test your ability. Eventually the sword was knocked aside. 'Dead.' Daemon pointed the sword to your chest. The he heaved you to your feet. 'Good.' Daemon was not one to hand out compliments. But you had done very well and made much progress. You gave him a small smile.

-Once you are older Daemon will have you visit him on Dragonstone. You never knew your first step mother Laena as you were too young to fly to Pentos on dragon back. But by the time he married Rhaenyra you were older and Dragonstone was closer. You would fly in on Willow and spend time with your father and the new editions. Your relationship with Rhaenyra is alright. She had always wanted a daughter but she remembers you are the daughter of Rhea and that always unsettles Rhaenyra. You like Baela and Rhaena well enough. Daemon is happy when you arrive. Even if he has a hard time showing it. As the eldest you are given the most responsibility. He has you informed of the comings and goings of political situation, and you help the Blacks keep ties with house Arryn. He places a lot of trust in you.

-You had come in late that night on Willow. Inwardly groaning with exhaustion you climbed off the dragon and staggered towards the castle. Your father was there to greet you. Nodding in acknowledgment Daemon turned and beckoned you inside. This might have been considered cold for a father, but from Daemon this was "warm", in his way. You followed him inside and he allowed you to quickly wipe down, change and eat. By the fire both of you sat till Daemon deemed you settled in enough. 'How are you unruly men?' He had never taken to the people of Runestone. 'They are just fine father.' You did not like your father talking like this. It made you feel unfaithful to those you lead. 'Good, and the Arryns?' He said this with less skepticism. 'I think if it comes to war they will side with us. Lady Jeyne Arryn was no love for Otto Hightower or his ilk.' 'Good.' He grunted. For a while the pair of you talked of these things until Daemon sent you to bed. As you got up he patted you on you shoulder. 'You've done well.'

Laena:

-You are born a year after Baela and Rhaena in Pentos. At the time Laena and Daemon were traveling Essos so you did not have a permeant home. Despite not living in Westeros at the time you were still a Targaryen, one of only a few. There were already discussions about your future. Daemon preferred for his family to remain in Westeros, perhaps you could marry a Pentoshi prince. Laena on the other hand would rather you marry into Westerosi aristocracy. You, along with your two sisters are brought up to be noblewomen like your mother. On the other hand Daemon is interested in teaching Valyrian ancestry and swordplay. His interest will hinge on how much you are like him. This does not mean Daemon does not love his children. But he does show more interest in his children who are dragon riders. Daemon is largely unaware of the effect it had on his children (i.e. Rhaena). Like your sisters you will get a dragon egg. It eventually hatches, but it takes a while.

-Daemon did not normally feel uncomfortable, especially around his own children. Last week his youngest daughter's dragon had hatched, a small grey think with spikey scales running up its neck. He had been undeniably proud of his daughter. Three years had passed since his now ten year old daughter had received her egg as name-day present from Viserys. Daemon had lost hope that her dragon would hatch. he would check if the two dragon eggs resting in the fireplace had hatched. Now only Rhaena's egg rested there. Y/n was sitting alone by the see with Kaeros on her lap. One day that dragon not be small like a kitten, but larger than any one of them. Daemon took a seat beside her. 'Your dragon hatched.' He felt foolish for posing such a silly question. Y/n would be a dragon rider and carry out the Targaryen traditions. Y/n shrugged her shoulders but said nothing. For a while they awkwardly sat beside one another till Y/n headed in.

-After Laena's death the family headed back to Westeros. Daemon married Rhaenyra and Dragonstone became home. It was very different from the warmth and vibrancy of Pentos. During this time Daemon and you became closer, although some distance remained. Because you were a little older the subject of marriage became prevalent. Daemon is very picky about who your future husband will be, only a Valyrian will be accepted. When your half brothers are born you become closer to Daemon. Sometimes the two of you will play with the children in their nursery.

-Baby Aegon totted on his legs towards you .A few spaces away at your father, newborn Viserys on his lap. 'The babies are staying with us, right?' Daemon looked up from his youngest. 'Of course.' 'Oh. I just thought that you might send them to be fostered with their future betrotheds family.' Daemon looked at you confused. 'What gave you that impression?' Shrugging, you replied; 'Just what your doing with me.' Daemon only looked more bewildered. 'I...we have no intentions sending you away.' Daemon had no idea why you had this idea. What he did not understand was the empty pit widening in your soul. This feeling of loneliness that threatened to devour you. All your life you had felt like an extension of the Targaryen name. You did not realize how deeply your father loved you. While the gap had somewhat lessened over time there were still things left unsaid. Then Daemon, for reasons you did not know, he set Viserys in his crib and got up. In a moment he was by your side. In an unexpected motion Daemon brought you into a hug. Not merely one in greeting or goodbye, but along, warm one. Gently you rested your head on his shoulder.

-As war broke over Westeros the dynamic between Daemon and yourself changed. You were his youngest daughter, too young to fight. He may have pride but even Daemon balked at the idea of sending his youngest, untested daughter into war. In the past few years your relationship improved greatly. The two of you had grown closer. But was would rip the two of you apart, forever.

-It was already unsettling enough to send Baela out to war, and have Rhaena so far away. You were to remain at Dragonstone. Not completely out of loop but not at the front like Baela. It made you taste bitterness. Why could he not see you were ready! Now was the time you should be tested. Your father had gone on and on about Targaryen pride. But here you were as cupbearer. Of course he preferred Baela to you, to Rhaena. As your father got ready to take Harrenhal you were hiding by a window, too angry to speak. At these moments you felt no more than a sulky child. 'Y/n.' Startled, you got up to see your father, fully plated in armor, coming forward. 'I'm heading out.' 'I know.' You replied. Standing there you did not know whether to say goodbye. Silently you feared for him. War was an ugly thing. 'I will send for you when the time comes.' This surprised you. 'Really?' Daemon let the ghost of a smile come across his lips. 'You are my daughter. A Targaryen. You belong with us.' Tears welled up in your eyes. Deep down you think; 'One day I will tell father I love him.' This was the last time you would see your father.

Rhaenyra: (au where Rhaenyra wins the war, Visenya survives and is your older sister)

-Daemon felt rather old when you came into the world. You had been born well after they thought Rhaenyra past childbirth. He was not sure how he felt about this newest edition. Having another child was no bad thing, but he just felt too hold. Although Daemon was still in good health he was no longer a young man. His joints had started to ache from long years of battle. This did mean he spent lots of time with you. He watched his youngest roll around in her cradle. There was some joy to be found in reading to you. This continued as you grew, learning stories of your family and Old Valyria. Soehow this gave Daemon some peace, and the pair of you grew close.

-Daemon was no stranger to fatherhood. As a father of three girls and two boys (not including Rhaenyra's children) this new baby was no surprise. What had struck Daemon was how very old he was. Now in his fifties Daemon found it a bit astounding to be this old and a father. If fact Daemon never though he would reach such an age. Men as reckless as the King Consort rarely lived to see such an age. Yet here we was, older and with knees that already started to ache. In the cradle was his youngest and likely last child. Y/n was fast asleep, wrapped up in a blanket. Daemon was not a sort man, and perhaps not the warmest father. But he did love his children. One finger reached in and the baby's hand shot out. With all her little might Y/n grasped him. her wide eyes met his and she gave him a toothless grin. Something warm stirred in daemon's head. "I'm becoming a sort old fool.' Daemon thought.

-Daemon read by the fire as you dozed off in bed. This was your favourite part of the day. When night had fallen and you listened to his soft voice lull you to sleep. Tonight he read of Queen Rhaenys, second wife to King Aegon. Even though your mother and sister preferred Queen Visenya you always admired Rhaenys's love for the arts. Out of all her siblings Rhaenys loved her dragon Meraxes best. You had named your own dragon after hers. Mother has tried to talk you out of it but to no avail. Your father continued to read stories of Targaryens long gone.

-'This one." You demanded. It was the end of the day and Daemon had come up to read. Already you were in bed with a book one your lap. Daemon was pleased to see it was about House Targaryens, the best house in all the realm (totally not a biased opinion). Sitting down Daemon picked up the book and flipped to chapter one. 'Not there.' You passed several chapters until landing on the one titled "Queen Rhaenys". Aegon the Conqueror's second wife had never truly captured his attention, not that he had anything against her. But you were his little girl and Daemon was more willing to capitulate in his older ager.

-Despite his advanced age Daemon will expect you to be well educated. The best teachers will be found. You will learn history, Valyrian, astronomy, philosophy, writing and much more. He sees no reason for you being female as a reason a child of his should not be well read. You share classes with Visenya and sometimes Viserys and Aegon. Sometimes Daemon will ask you to show him what you have learned. His interests mainly lye in Valyrian history so he will ask you to show him what it is you have learned. When all his daily duties are finished Daemon will sometimes listen to you talk about everything you have read that day. Even if it is not things he is particularly interested in. As he gets older Daemon becomes more sentimental and focuses more on his family.

-A quiet afternoon was upon Kings Landing. Daemon had just gotten out of a long meeting and was glad for it. he was sore all over from sitting so long and walked, alone, to take the edge off. His walking did have an aim. Y/n, his youngest, would be out of the schoolroom by now. Loneliness was not a feeling Daemon was well acquainted with. But with Rhaenyra gone to the North and Visenya being a ward of House Baratheon, Daemon found himself lacking family members. Jacaerys and Baela had gone on tour in the West, Rhaena gone to see her Arryn friends. The other children were being wards elsewhere. daemon finally arrived outside the schoolroom. he remembered days when he and Viserys were sometimes tutored here. Just as he arrived Y/n burst out. 'Daddy!' Y/n gave her father a great hug. Daemon ruffled her messy hair before inquiring what she had learned today. As she chattered away they found themselves in the courtyard. Under the Weirwood they sat together. Sunlight beat down upon them, Daemon finally relaxed.

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The Fire That Burns With Us - Chapter 56: The Beginning Of The Dance.

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138 - King’s Landing

“And what of Visenya?” Aegon asks his council, this is the second meeting of the green's small council, and Aegon is hoping they have enough time to talk about what to do about Visenya before Aemond joins them.  

Aegon had always wondered what his life would have been like if he had married Visenya. When he was younger, he thought his father would have married them as he was his first son and Visenya his first granddaughter, but Aemond had gotten to her first.  Part of him also wanted to marry Visenya just to rub it into Aemonds face that he got the girl he loves, but his mother had forced a marriage between him and Helaena.  

During the first council meeting, the Greens had brought up what they would do about Visenya; Aemond had defended his wife's actions.  Aegon wants to annul his marriage, not only to open up Aemond to marry someone else to gain another ally but so that Visenya would be open again.  

Aegon is King now, and that means he can do whatever the fuck he wants to do, and he wants Visenya.  

“What do you mean, Your Grace?” Otto asks his grandson. Part of him worries that giving Aegon so much power is a bad idea.  That Aegon would take advantage of his newfound power in the wrong way.  

The council knows that the Black's biggest advantage is Visenya and her allies that she brings with her.  The smart thing to do would have her taken out, but in doing so, they would lose Aemond and anger the men that follow her.  Otto had been hoping to use Visenya's children to get them on their side, but then she had taken them with her.  

“What are we going to do about Visenya?” Aegon asks again, his hand gripping the wine glass in front of him as he lazily sits in his chair.  He still wears his crown and his new weaponry. He knows that Visenya had wanted blackfyre and the king's dagger so that he might give her one as a wedding gift.  

“She will not-”

“Are you stupid?” Aegon cuts off the grand maester and pulls out the dagger on his hip, hoping to imitate the grand maester. He looks like a child with a butter knife rather than a threatening king.

The maester looks at the knife in the newly crowned king and then at Alicent, hoping that she or Otto wouldn’t let Aegon hurt him.     

“My Grace-”

“You seem rather stupid.  Why do we have dumb people on my council?” Aegon asks his mother, not caring about calling one of the smartest men in the room stupid

“The Grand Maester is hardly a stupid person, Your Grace,” Alicent answers her son. Alicent nervously picks at the skin around her fingers. She doesn’t like where this conversation is heading.  The last thing they need is for the maester to switch sides.   

“Well, he doesn’t seem to understand how important Visenya is,” Aegon tells his mother as he puts his dagger down on the table, picking up his wine gauntlet again.  

“We have a plan to deal with the Princess,” Otto tells his grandson.  

“Enlighten me,” Aegon says, looking around the table. If he is to be king, he should not be left out of their plans to deal with the Black's biggest asset.

“Our best solution is to leave the princess be and have Prince Aemond try and talk her into siding-”

“We should annul the marriage between Visenya and Aemond.  Open him up to marry so that we may gain another ally,” Aegon cuts off the hand, not liking his plan.  He had mentioned this before, but everyone on the council knows that Aegon's plan would not be a good idea.  

Alicent leans towards her son, gently laying her hand on his arm.  Aegon looks at his mother and down at her hand.  He has made up his mind about this and believes that his plan would work.  Visenya would be mad, yes, but she would get over it.  

Alicent gives a sweet smile to her son, and she hopes that she and the council would be able to influence Aegon's plans and control Aegon.   Aegon could be manipulated into doing what the council wants him to do, and Alicent just hopes the power doesn’t go to his head.  They had been hoping that Aegon would have just continued his ways and the council would have been able to rule in his place.   

“Prince Aemond has already made clear that he does not wish to have his marriage-”

“I want to wed her,” Aegon cuts off his mother, and the room goes silent.  

Alicent feels the air leave her lungs.  She thanks all seven gods that Aemond is not here to hear what Aegon is saying. She knows that it would be the final straw for him.  The day before, he had made it clear that he and Visenya's marriage was not to be annulled and now, hearing why Aegon wanted to do so, Alicent knows Aemond would kill Aegon.  

The members of the small council all look at each other. The ones who have known the Princess and Prince the longest know that this wasn’t something new, Aegon having brought it up in his teen years about taking Visenya as his wife and even his second wife after he married Helaena.  They had hoped that Aegon would drop it after Aemond and Visenya married.  

“What?” Alicent asks her son.  She doesn’t want to believe this, and if Aemond were to hear his brother's words, then he would leave them.  She thought that Aegon wanted to end the marriage because it would allow Aemond to be open for marriage, but the actual reason makes her sick to her stomach.  

“It would be a good solution, no?  Marrying her and then Rhaenyra’s blood would sit the throne once we have children,” 

“Princess Visenya is not a maiden-”

“I don’t care.  We are named after the conquers, so it is fit that we are to wed.  We should have wed, to begin with,”  Aegon cuts off Tyland Lannister.  He doesn’t care if Visenya had fucked the entirety of King’s Landing; taking her as his bride would fill a desire in his heart that nothing else could.  

“We will lose Prince Aemond if you try to do this,” Otto tries to reason with Aegon, and the newly crowned King shrugs his shoulders like he doesn’t care.  

“So?” Aegon asks. He doesn’t understand why it would be such a big deal if they lose Aemond.  

Aegon understands that his brother rides the biggest dragon, but he knows that the bond between Aemond and Vhagar is not strong. Undoubtedly, the one-eyed prince would eventually lose control of the dragon.  

“He is our only asset at the moment.  We will lose the war if you try to do this,” Alicent. 

“But I want this-”

“That does not matter!” Alicent cuts off her son, losing her temper with him.  She doesn’t care if Aegon is king now.  Aegon slowly sinks into his chair at his mother's raised voice.  “We can not afford to lose Aemond,”

“Any, why would you be losing me?” Aemond asks as he enters the room. The council quiets as the one-eyed prince makes his way to the table.  None of them want to be the one to tell Aemond about what Aegon had been planning to do.  

“No reason Prince Aemond.  Please take your seat,” Alicent tells Aemond, guesting to the empty seat that used to belong to Tyland but has been taken by Aemond.  Aemond stands as he looks between his mother and brother.  

“Are you planning something against my wife because I have made it clear that she is to be left alone,” Aemond tells the council; he made it clear yesterday that he does not want any harm to come to Visenya even if she is siding with her mother.  

“We are not going to harm the Princess.  Please take your seat Prince Aemond,” Otto assures Aemond, who nods before he sits down on the spot across from his brother.  

“I want you to go to Storm’s End.  To meet with Lord Borros, offer him a marriage,” Alicent tells Aemond, wanting him to look at her, but he doesn’t look away from Aegon.  Aemond knows that the new king has intentions to do harm to Visenya.  

“Who will I be offering?” Aemond asks, watching Aegon.  

“Yourself,” Aegon tells his brother before his mother looks at him.  

“Aegon!” Alicent scolds Aegon like a child. Alicent looks to her younger son, and she knows him well enough to realize that he is not happy with Aegon's idea.  

Aemond stares his brother down, the look in his eye void of any emotion and Aegon starts to regret his words.  Maybe this wasn’t the best idea.  Aegon shifts nervously in his seat and is the one to break eye contact with his younger brother. 

“I am already happily married, Your Grace,” Aemond tells Aegon calmly, no sense of anger present in his voice.  He is smart enough to know that his mother and grandsire would not allow this to happen and that Aegon was just trying to get a rise out of him.  

“You can take another wife.  Visenya follows the religion of Old Valyria.  I’m sure she will be okay with you taking another wife,” Aegon says, and Aemond can feel his eye twitch as Aegon says her name.  

Aemond relaxes his hand flat onto the table, starting down Aegon.  The idea of taking another made him feel rather sick to his stomach.  While Visenya might follow the Old Valyrian way, he does not actively practice them as she does.  Visenya had been raised in the religion where he had been raised with the Faith of the Seven. Part of him wishes that he had grown up with the ways of Old Valyria, but he never understood the appeal of multiple marriages.   His heart would only belong to Visenya and her his.   

“Princess Visenya might follow the religion of  Old Valyria, but I follow the faith of the Seven.  It is a sin to take another wife as long as my wife lives, nor would I want to take another,”  Aemond tells Aegon, who rolls his eyes at the lack of emotion in Aemond's voice.  

Aegon wonders if he tells Aemond he is going to annul their marriage and take Visenya as his wife, then he would get a reaction out of his brother.  

“A marriage between Daeron and one of Lord Borros's daughters then,” Otto says quickly to stop Aegon from angry Aemond.  Alicent nods her head in agreement with her father. 

Alicent misses her youngest son, part of her wishes was that he had never been sent away from King’s Landing and that he stayed with her, but it was for the best.  She can only pray that her son had grown up not to be so Targaryen, more Hightower.  

Aemond nods in agreement as he looks around the table. As his eye meets the other small council members, they all nod in agreement so as not to anger the prince.  Aegon rolls his eyes but does not bring up the topic further. He can surely find another way to get Visenya.  

“I will ride for Storm’s End then,” Aemond says as he stands up from the table, bowing his head in respect to his mother but Aegon.  

“Thank you, Prince Aemond,” Alicent thanked her son, giving him a warm smile that Aegon has never received from his mother.  

Aemond stands up from his chair and looks around the room, laying his hands on the table.  

“I would also like to remind the council that I would like to be involved with any plans that have to do with my wife.  She might be siding with her mother, but if any harm comes to her or my children by your hand, then you will lose my support, and Kings Landing will be nothing but a pile of ash,” Aemond tells the council before he leaves the room.  

– – 

138 - Storm's End 

Lucarcy curses his brother for volunteering him to be a messenger.  He would have been content staying on Dragonstone with his mother. Jace wanted to prove himself and volunteer; his siblings seemed to be the best option for him. He doesn’t want to be put at risk because his brother has failed to make a name or reputation for himself.  

Luke pets Arraxs neck as he walks towards the entrance of Storm’s End.  As lighting flashes in the sky, thunder rips through the sky.  Luke looks around Storm’s End, and the flash of lighting outlines Vhagar.  

Luke now knows that Aemond will be meeting with Lord Borros as well. He can only hope that Aemond doesn’t hold any more ill feelings towards Luke and that Visenya has been able to control her husband.  Maybe Aemond would not hurt him so that he might not anger Visenya.  

“I am Prince Lucerys Velaryon.  I bring a message to Lord Borros from the Queen,” Lucerys tells the knight's guardian the door, who nods towards him, allowing him to enter the hall of Storm’s End.  

Luke humbles the letters in his hands.  He wishes Visenya had come with him and not gone to the Riverlands.  Not only would his big sister protect him from her husband, but also, her reputation would force Lord Borros into siding with them.   

The inside of Storm’s End is just as bleak as the outside. Luke tenses as he sees Aemond.  Since Aemond's back faces Luke, he can see the braid that holds his hair back. The black piece of cloth sticks out against Aemonds white hair.  Luke knows that Visenya must have put that braid into his hair.  

Aemond stops his conversation with Lord Borros's daughter as the doors to the hall open, turning his head slightly to see who it is without turning his body.  Aemond had been hoping that Visenya would be the one to come so he could see her again.  

Luke can’t help but wonder if Aemond would be taking another wife, humiliating his sister.  Luke knows Visenya well enough to know that she would sooner kill Aemond than let him take another wife.  

“Prince Lucerys Velaryon,” One of the knights announces, and Aemond finally turns to face the prince. “Son of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen,”

Luke shifts his weight as he looks to Lord Borros, thunder echoing in the hall.  Luke swallows his nerves as he clears his throat.  

“Lord Borros, I brought you a message from my mother, the Queen,” Luke tells the lord.  

“Yet earlier this day, I received an envoy from the King.  Which is it?” Lord Borros asks, judging the so-called house of the dragon.  “King or Queen? The House of the Dragon does not seem to know who rules it.  What’s is your mother’s message?”

Luke holds the letter out for one of the knights to bring to their lord, not wanting to look toward Aemond.  Luke can feel Aemond's eyes burning into him if only Visenya were here to scold her husband.  Lord Borros takes the letter, tapping it on his throne before looking to the people of his court.  

“Where’s the bloody maester?” Lord Borros asks, impatient.  

Luke looks towards Aemond, who already stares back.  Aemond can’t help but feel anger bubble inside him as he stares at the Strong bastard.  He can’t let what happened go. He just can’t. The maester is quick to rush to his lord's side, taking the letter and reading it before telling Borros the contents of it.  

Borros looks away from his maester and towards Luke, fuming.  

“Remind me of my father’s oath.  King Aegon at least came with an offer: my swords and banners for a marriage pack.  If I do as your mother bids, which one of my daughters will you wed, boy?” Borros asks Luke.  How dare Rhaenyra imply that he has forgotten his father's oath, such a stupid woman who wouldn’t be a good queen.  

The offer from Aegon had pleased Borros.  Having one of his daughters wed a Targaryen and unite their houses again would strengthen his house.  Maybe he will be smart enough to get a dragon egg out of the deal.  

“I must remind you, Lord Borros, that Prince Aemond is already married.  To my sister, and while she may follow the faith of our homeland, Prince Aemond does not, so he can not take another so long as his marriage with my sister stands.  She will also not be very happy to hear about this pack,” Luke tells Borros, looking between him and his sister's husband.  

Aemond clenches his jaw at the prince's words, not liking that Luke would think he would dishonour Visenya like that.  Borros smiles at Luke's words, finding the lack of knowledge that the prince has funny. 

“Your sister.  I had been hoping that I was of much importance and that I would be treated with the presence of your sister,”  Borros tells Luke, and the prince can’t help but feel small. 

No matter what he or his brothers do, they will forever live in Visenyas shadow. Even when Jace takes the throne no doubt that he will be remembered as Visenya's older brother and not a king.  But living in her shadow has its perks, like the fact that Borros wouldn’t want to upset the princess and face her wrath.  

“I see that her reputation is known then.  Do you think she will be kind to you once she learns about this pack?” Luke asks, and Aemond lets a smile slip through.  

“I see no reason my wife would be mad about a marriage between my brother and Lord Borros’s daughter,” Aemond tells Luke. Even if he did follow the traditions of Old Valyria, he wouldn’t want to take another.  

“My lord, I am not free to marry.  I am already betrothed, as is Prince Daeron, if I remember correctly, to one of Lord Lannister daughters,” Luke tells Borros. He doesn't concern himself with the affairs of that side of his family. Still, he does remember Visenya mentioning the betrothment between Daeron and a Lannister. 

“That betrothment had been ended by the King,” Aemond tells Luke.  He is sure that Daeron wouldn’t care that the betrothment had ended, having never met the girl he was supposed to marry in the first place.  

“So you come with empty hands.  Go home, pup,” Borros tells Luke; his support should have been won over with lavish promises, yet the so-called Queen has made no effort to gain his support.  “And tell you that the lord Storm’s End is not some kind of dog that she can whistle up at need to set against her foes.  I am not a dog like the Starks,” 

“I shall take your answer to the Queen, My Lord,” Luke tells Borros before turning to leave.  He wants to leave Storm’s End as soon as he can and wants to put as much distance between him and Aemond.  

“Wait,” Aemond calls out, and Luke stops and turns to look at his uncle.   “My Lord Strong.  Did you really think that you could just fly about the realm trying to steal my brother’s at no cost?”

“I will not fight you, and if you know your wife well enough, then you should know that she will not be okay with your words,” Luke answers Aemond, who bites his tongue in response.  Visenya would not be happy with him, but he can get her forgiveness later.  “I came as a messenger, not a warrior,” 

“A fight would be a little challenge, and as for my wife, I will ask for her forgiveness after,” Aemond tells Luke, grabbing onto his eye patch and pulling it off to reveal his sapphire eye.    “No, I want you to put out your eye.  As payment for mine,”

No matter how often Visenya would tell Aemond how beautiful she thought he was, how she loves him, scars and all, he couldn’t help but feel unworthy because of his scar.  How could someone with so much beauty like Visenya even stomach being around him?  Aemond can’t help but fear that as his children grow older, they might start to fear him because of what Luke has done to him, that they will cry when they see his face.  

Even if losing his eye had been a fair payment for gaining Vhagar, Aemond would not turn down this chance at revenge.  He has never been able to let go of what happened that night, how Luke had turned him ugly by taking his eye.  

What kind of example would he set for his children if he didn’t get revenge, they would think that anyone can just walk all over them and not do anything about it.   He needs to set a good example for his children, and taking Luke's eye would be a good start.  He knows that Visenya will not be happy for harming her brother, but she would understand that it is nothing more than Luke taking responsibility for his actions.   

“One will serve,” Aemond tells Luke, throwing his dagger on the ground.  “I would not blind you.  I plan to make a gift of it to my mother,”

“No,” Luke tells Aemond, firm in his answers.  

Luke had only been a child when he had taken Aemonds eye.  He had been protecting his brother and sister from Aemond and wouldn’t have needed to hurt the prince if he had just left Vhagar alone.  If he had only stayed away.  

“Then you are craven as well as a traitor,” Aemond tells Luke.  Even if he does plan on helping the Black, he can not let this chance slip away. He would never get this chance again.  

“No here,” Borros tells them, but his plea falls on deaf ears.  

Aemond can feel the rage inside him grow.  He wants this. No need this.  He needs to hurt Luke the same way he did.  He needs to make the prince feel the pain he has too.  It would be a fair payment, an eye for an eye.  

Aemond is quick to move toward Luke. He needs this.  All sense about Visenya not agreeing to this flies out the window as Aemond is fueled by his hate.   

“Give me your eye, or I will take it, bastard!” Aemond threatens as he picks up the dagger off the ground. 

Luke draws his sword as Aemond gets closer. He should have done as Aemond had asked because now Luke fears that Aemond might take his lie rather than just his eye.  Luke wishes that Visenya had come with him.  

“Not in my hall!” Borros yells, and Aemond stands still, watching Luke.   “The boy came as an envoy.  I’ll not have bloodshed beneath my roof.  Take Prince Lucerys back to his dragon,  Now,” 

“I will make sure to tell my sister of this,”  Luke tells Aemond as he sheaths his sword.  Aemond watches the prince leave with a crazed look in his eye. 

He will get his payment today. 

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138 - Riverrun  

“What are our standings so far?” Visenya asks Rob, looking at the less impressive war table that Riverrun has.  

Getting to the Riverlands had been difficult, with both twins being grumpy and Aenar crying non-stop the whole way, as much as Visenya loves her children being away from them as they plan a godsend.  

Visenya, Rob, and Ben are only present at this meeting.  Visenya only wanted her trusted friend's input at the moment. They were going to have a meeting with the lord tomorrow, so she wanted to have a plan about what would happen.  

“All but Houses Bracken and Atramta have agreed to support your mother once they learn that you are siding with Her Grace,” Rob tells Visenya, who is pleased with the news.  

Having the support of all but two houses was good, but more was needed.  Visenya looks to Ben at the news of House Bracken siding with the Greens.  Ben had told a little about the feud between the two houses, so she understands that maybe House Blackwood would want to deal with the Bracken. 

“I’m sure House Blackwood would like to deal with House Bracken when the time comes?” Visenya asks Ben, and the smile on his face tells her he is happy about being able to deal with the Brackens.  

“Yes, we would.  They will be the first to burn,” Ben answers Visenya, and Rob lets out a sigh.  He understands the feud better than most but does not need one of his banner houses destroying the other because of an old feud.  

“Let's not get carried away, Ben,” Rob tells Ben, who rolls his eyes at the Lord's words.  He and his family will deal with the Brackens, so not siding with the Blacks, a fitting punishment would soon come down on that damned house.  

“Any news from the Reach yet?” Visenya asks. Worrying about whether they would have the support is starting to get to her.  Even if the answer is no, she would like to know sooner rather than later so she might be able to prepare more.  

“None so far, but I have that a few houses are pledging to Her Grace.  I am still waiting to hear back from Lord Tyrell,” Rob tells Visenya, who nods to her words.  It was good that they were gaining more allies, but she still can’t help but feel the need to have House Tyrell on their side.  

“Maybe I should go to Highgarden and meet with him,” Visenya voices her idea.  

Going to Highgarden isn’t such a bad idea. It wouldn’t take long, and she would also be able to see what kind of support King’s Landing is getting if she flew near it.  She doesn’t have to worry about them having scorpions yet. She knows that King Viesery had all of them destroyed when he was still alive, claiming that to have such a disgusting weapon would only lead to death.

“You are needed here,” Rob tells Visenya, who just shakes her head.  She trusts Ben to watch over the children while away and for Rob to make any decision on her behaviour.  

“You are more than capable of making decisions on my behalf, and war has not started yet, so who knows when I am needed,” Visenya tells them; part of her even wonders if they are going to war. 

Visenya knows that her mother doesn’t want to be the first to make an act of war, but Visenya can feel herself starting to ich for battle, and no doubt her men are the same.  If only one side would either act or step down.  

“Lord Greyjoy has sent word that he awaits the word and meeting from “His Lovely Dragon Queen,”,” Rob tells Visenya, wanting to move away from the topic.  

Rob doesn’t doubt that House Tyrell will help somehow, but he doesn’t want the pressure of leading in Visenya's absence.  

“I do not think my mother intends to meet with him,” Visenya sighs as she relaxes into her chair.  She is glad Dalton is siding with them, but part of her worries is that he will be an unstoppable force that will cause nothing but a headache for her; the best bet is just to let him have his fun in the Westlands and then try to command him what to do.  

“Not your mother, Visenya,” Ben tells her, and she just shakes her head.  

Visenya takes a deep breath before nodding her head towards Ben, slightly asking him to leave the room.  Rob is too busy focusing on a letter to notice the silent conversation between his two best friends.  Ben stands from his chair and gains Rob's attention.  

“I’m going to go see my brother,” Ben tells the two as he makes his way to the door, leaving Visenya and Rob alone.  

“Rob, I need to ask something of you,” Visenya tells Rob as she leans forward in her chair.  

“The children will be safe here-”

“Not about keeping them here.  I was going to do that even if you said no,” Visenya cuts him off.   “I want you to be my co-council officially.  Not second in command,”

Rob lets the words sink in for a moment.  Sure he and Visenya had always planned their attacks together, but he was more her second in command rather than her equal.  

“Not Ben?” Rob asks, and Visenya shakes her head.  

“We both know that Ben is more of an act-first than second type of leader, and while that is good, I don’t want that for my co-council.  You and I have been planning together since the beginning of the Iron Island rebellion.  This time is different, and I will need you by my side,” Visenya answers him. 

Visenya had thought about Ben taking place, but she doesn’t believe it would be the best plan. Both of them would fuel the chaos within each other, while Rob could help level her ideas out while keeping the end goal in mind.  

“It would be my honour to do this,” Rob tells Visenya, giving her a warm smile that she returns.   “Then, as your co-council, I have something to tell you,”

“So soon?” Visenya asks; war has yet to start, so there shouldn’t be anything that Rob would need to tell her.  

“The Riverland Lords are not loyal to your mother,” Rob flatley tells Visenya, who scrunches her eyebrows together in confusion. 

“But they are supporting her?” Visenya asks, and Rob nods.  

“They are, but they will leave if they can,” Rob answers her question, and Visenya's confusion depends.  

She had thought that the Riverland Lords would back her mother because she was, so their wanting to leave the Blacks doesn’t make sense to her.  

“To the Greens?” Visenya asks. She doesn’t believe the Lord wants to side with Aegon and the Greens.  

The Lords all know about Aegon's habits, and while the Riverlands is not as progressive as Dorne or the Valyrian house, they have enough respect and honour to know that the actions Aegon has done would make him a bad and unfit king.  

“To you,” Rob answers, and Visenya shakes her head.  She will not listen to this treason.  

“Rob-”

“Every Lord that is here now is here because of you.  Dalton is fighting for you.  We are all fighting for you, and if the Reach supports your mother, it will be because of you,” Rob tells her, leaning closer and whispering to her like there was someone else in the room with them.  

“You think that we should leave and make our own side?” Visenya asks him.

“No.  But they do.  They will kill for you and will give you the crown if you just ask,” Rob answers and Visenya leans back in her chair. This is the last thing she needs right now.  

“I don’t want it,” Visenya tells him, and Rob smiles at her.  

“I know,” Rob says and offeres to pour more mead into her cup. Visenya nods a yes.  

She doesn’t want this. She doesn’t want to take what is rightfully her mother's.  She doesn’t want to rule.  

“We need to make it clear that they are fighting for my mother and should be loyal to her,” Visenya tells Rob, who just shakes his head.  

“That will not work.  Even if you tell them yourself, they will still be fighting for you,” Rob tells her, and Visenya closes her eyes in frustration.  It wouldn’t be the end of the world. They just let it be.  

“So what do we do?” Visenya asks; she doesn’t want this to get back to her mother and have her think that Visenya was planning on taking the throne.  

“Nothing.  As I said, they are loyal to you and will kill for you.  We use that to win the war,” Rob answers, and Vvisenya opens her eyes and focuses on the fire.  

Rob relaxes in his chair as he lets Visenya take in the news, he had been hesitant to tell her about it, but he knows that she would have found out sooner rather than later about it.   The doors of the room opening make both Rob and Visenya stand up.  Visenya relaxes once she recognizes the man that had barged into the room, taking note of the letter in his tight grip.  

“Princess Visenya, forgive me for interrupting,” The man says quickly, out of breath as if he had just run to the room.  

“It is fine, Jonos.  What seems to be the matter?” Visenya asks the man, offering him a kind smile as she stands in front of him and away from the table.  

“This just arrived for you,” Jonos answers Visenya as he hands her the half-crumpled-up letter.  

“From the Reach?” Visenya asks as she takes the letter from him, not bothering to take note of the dragon wax seal as she rips the letter open.  

“Dragonstone,” Jonos answers Visenya, who lets out a sigh.  

“Thank you, Jonos,” Visenya thanked the man before reading the letter.  

Rob nods his head towards the door, dismissing the man as he moves to stand next to Visenya.  He wants to know what the letter says and if it has anything to do about the war.  If they were surrendering or if the war had finally started.  

“What news from Dragonstone?” Rob asks, and he gets nervous as Visenya goes tense.  

Rob can tell from her reaction that the news is not good, but as he looks over her shoulder to read the letter, he is met with it being written in Valyrian.  

Visenya feels like she can’t breathe as she reads the letter. She doesn’t want the words on the page to be true, hoping that it is some kind of curl prank and that her little brother is okay.  

– –  

138 - Dragonstone 

Rhaenyra had not taken the news of 

“Lucerys will be avenged, Rhaenyra,” Daemon tells his crying wife, gently holding her close to him as she takes in the news from Storm’s End.  

Rhaenyra doesn’t want to believe that it is true. She had been the one to send Luke to Storm’s End and make him leave.  Part of her wishes was that she had kept him at Dragonstone and sent Visenya to meet with Lord Borros.  Visenya would have been fine.  

“How?” Rhaenyra asks through her sobs.  She wants more than just war. She wants them to understand her pain. “War will not be enough,”

In the past few days, she had lost her father, her daughter, and now her sweet boy has been ripped away from her.  

“Then a son for a son.  We will make the cunts understand our pain,”  Daemon answers Rhaenyra, who stops at his words.  Dameon thinks he has gone too far, but the look in Rhaenyra's eyes tells him that the idea wasn’t going to be turned down.  

“I want them both to understand.  Not just Aegon.  Aemond took my sweet boy away from me,” Rhaenyra spits out, and Daemon nods. Who was he to deny a Queen's request?  

Neither one of them is thinking clearly, not thinking that if Aemond were to understand the pain of losing a son, then Visenya would too.  If they even dared touch a hair on any of Visenyas children, they would lose their only chance at winning the war. They would be making an enemy ten times worse than the Greens.  

That they would lose their daughter forever.  

A son for a son as payment.

[gotham-at-nightfall]

Valyrian Couples: Part II

Aegon IV Targaryen, Naerys Targaryen and Aemon (son of Viserys II) Targaryen

Daemon I Blackfyre and Daenerys (daughter of Aegon IV) Targaryen

Brynden Rivers and Shiera Seastar

Aelor Targaryen and Aelora Targaryen

Aerion "Brightflame" Targaryen and Daenora Targaryen

Jaehaerys II Targaryen and Shaera Targaryen

Aerys II Targaryen and Rhaella Targaryen

Jon Snow and Daenerys Targaryen

By Jota Saraiva

PART I

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[camelotsscribe]

a mothers love, rheanyra targaryen

pairing: rhaenyra x daughter!reader summary: rhaenyra targaryen, despite her responsibilities, spends a cherished day with her child, bonding over stories and a dragon ride. she later gives a heartfelt letter to her child, expressing her unwavering love and strength, ensuring they feel her presence even when she’s not around. warnings: fluff my etsy shop: camelot's scribe | letters from your favorite character

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the sun had barely risen over dragonstone, casting a soft, golden hue across the island fortress. the distant sound of waves crashing against the rocky shore created a soothing rhythm, one that you had come to associate with home. as you made your way through the winding corridors of the castle, the faint smell of the sea lingered in the air, mingling with the scent of burning candles and freshly baked bread.

in the heart of dragonstone, your mother, rhaenyra targaryen, sat by the large wooden table in her chambers, poring over maps and letters. her presence was commanding, her silver-gold hair cascading down her back, and her eyes, the same striking violet as yours, filled with determination and love.

"good morning, mother," you greeted her, entering the room with a small smile.

rhaenyra looked up, her stern expression softening as she saw you. "good morning, my sweet dragon," she replied, her voice warm and melodic. "come, sit with me."

you crossed the room and took a seat beside her. despite the weight of her responsibilities, rhaenyra always made time for you, her child. it was a promise she had made to herself and one she never broke.

"how are you feeling today?" she asked, reaching out to gently touch your hand.

"better," you replied, though the concern in her eyes told you she knew better. "i was hoping we could spend some time together today."

rhaenyra nodded, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "of course. i've finished most of my duties for the morning. what would you like to do?"

"can we go for a ride on syrax?" you asked, your eyes lighting up at the thought of flying with your mother on her magnificent dragon.

rhaenyra's smile widened, and she stood up, offering her hand. "i think that sounds like a wonderful idea."

together, you made your way to the dragon pit, where syrax awaited. the great golden dragon let out a low rumble as she saw rhaenyra approach, her eyes gleaming with recognition. with practiced ease, rhaenyra helped you climb onto syrax's back before mounting herself.

as syrax took to the skies, you felt the familiar rush of wind against your face, the exhilaration of flight filling your heart. rhaenyra's arms wrapped securely around you, her warmth and strength a comforting presence.

"you know, your father loved to fly," rhaenyra said, her voice carrying over the roar of the wind. "it was one of the things we bonded over when we were young."

you turned to look at her, curiosity piqued. "will you tell me more about him?"

rhaenyra's eyes softened, and she nodded. "of course, my love. your father was a brave and noble man, with a heart full of passion and fire. he loved deeply and fiercely, much like you."

as she spoke, you felt a sense of connection to a past you had never known, a bond that transcended time and space. the stories of your father's bravery and love filled you with pride and a deeper understanding of your own heritage.

hours passed as you flew together, sharing stories and laughter. when you finally returned to dragonstone, the sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, golden light over the castle.

later that evening, as you prepared for bed, a knock on your door interrupted your thoughts. rhaenyra entered, holding a folded piece of parchment in her hand.

"i wrote something for you," she said, her voice soft and filled with emotion. "i thought it might bring you comfort when i'm not around."

you took the letter from her, your heart swelling with love and gratitude. "thank you, mother."

rhaenyra kissed your forehead, her touch tender and loving. "goodnight, my sweet dragon. sleep well."

as she left the room, you unfolded the letter and began to read:

my dearest child,

in the quiet moments when i am alone with my thoughts, my heart often turns to you. i see in you the strength and spirit of our ancestors, the fire of the targaryens burning brightly within your soul. it is a fire that will guide you through the darkest of times and illuminate your path when all seems lost.

know that my love for you is boundless, a fierce and unwavering force that no distance or time can diminish. you are my pride, my joy, and my greatest treasure. every decision i make, every battle i fight, is for you and our family's future.

when the weight of the world feels too heavy, remember the stories i have told you of our ancestors' bravery and resilience. you come from a line of kings and queens, warriors and dreamers, and you carry their legacy within you.

i may not always be by your side, but my love and my spirit will forever be with you. be brave, my sweet dragon, and let your heart guide you. trust in yourself, for you have a strength within you that is unmatched.

with all my love, mother

tears filled your eyes as you read the letter, each word a testament to your mother's love and devotion. you folded it carefully and placed it under your pillow, a precious reminder of the bond you shared.

as you drifted off to sleep, you felt a sense of peace and comfort, knowing that no matter what challenges lay ahead, your mother's love would always be there to guide and protect you.

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[allyriadayne]

Jace was so angry this episode. SO angry and frustrated with rhaenyra. "and what about those who sent [arryk]?". wanting revenge but thorn between being a loyal son and a boy with a dead brother. those looks he kept giving rhaenyra...... i loved the bit of parallelisms between jace and rhaena which are always so delicious to me: they want to do something tangible for the war but are relegated to a parentified role in the family. jace isn't allowed to patrol and rhaena isn't allowed to stay