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I'd Fight The Devil
Pairing: Alastor x fem! reader
Background: reader is Lilith and Lucifers oldest, and resembles Lilith more. Lucifer has a hard time bonding with her because of this, and Alastor decides to step in.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
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"DAD'S COMING?!"
(Y/N) Morningstar, firstborn daughter of Lilith and Lucifer, was currently having a breakdown over the fact that her father was on his way to the hotel.
She'd have no issue leaving, of course, but Charlie tricked her dear old sister into staying by saying she needed help with the hotel. . .and told her their dad was coming when he was two minutes away.
It's not like she didn't miss him, but things became different once their mother disappeared. Lucifer threw himself into his ideas, and (Y/N) tried maintaining their relationship but he couldn't even stand the look of her.
"I'm sorry! But I thought maybe you guys could talk while he's here?" Charlie suggested with a gulp, twiddling her fingers.
"I'm done trying with dad. If he wants to talk, he can come to me," (Y/N) crossed her arms, firm on her stance.
"I never thought I'd meet someone with worse daddy issues, but here you are, cher," Alastor, with his famous grin, looked down at the Princess of Hell. She huffed, not in the mood for his side comments.
"Alastor, please-"
"He's here!"
"-please fucking hide me!" She ran behind him, despite the mass amount of blonde hair making it obvious.
He chuckled.
Honestly, since meeting the eldest Morningstar, Alastor deemed himself her Protector. Not that the girl wasn't capable or needed him persay, but he cared for her. Being on the aroace spectrum, he wasn't plagued by a selfish desire to fuck her, but it was a sweet concern that slowly turned into a need to be near her.
A need to make her his.
"Hopefully he doesn't-"
"Pumpkin?"
"Fuck," (Y/N) silently cursed under her breath before Alastor stepped aside.
"Hey dad," Lucifer felt a pang in his sinister heart at her tone. She sounded uncomfortable and wouldn't even look at him, but he also remembered that he couldn't look at her at times.
It reminded him of happier times.
Times he didn't want to be reminded of anymore.
"So how've you been? Heard you've got a fancy job now. Probably making loads of money, huh?" He chuckled nervously.
"Dad, it's my company. I made it."
And he couldn't even remember that she did that?
Any dad would remember that his child created her own business.
"Ouch."
"And it's got a fucking duck on the logo. God, dad," She rose her voice, "you can't even remember that?"
"I've been busy, pumpkin-"
"Too busy to call? Too busy to even fucking call?!"
Charlie flinched at the harshness in her voice. She's always been a firecracker but she's never seen her so angry.
"I'm not fighting with you, (Y/N)," Lucifer stepped towards her, "why do you insist on fighting? Especially when I'm here for Charlie."
"Oh, you're here for Charlie?" Her horns started to come up through her skin, rolling back like a rams.
Just like her mom.
"I'm not making this about me. I just wish you'd make the effort instead of it having to be me," She missed who he was.
And during this, Alastor could see the pain on her face. She was furious, and rightfully so.
But he let her fight her own battles.
"I'm sorry that I look like mom. Is that what you want me to say?!"
"Yes!"
He didn't mean it. Of fucking course he didn't mean it, but it slipped out.
"Dad! That's enough!" Charlie ran to her, seeing tears well up in her sisters eyes. "How could you say that?"
"Pumpkin, I-"
"Don't," She sniffled, holding Charlie close, "don't come near me."
But he didn't listen.
He hated being the fact that his little girl was crying because of him.
"I think you've come far enough," Alastor spoke, getting infront of Charlie and (Y/N). He is excellent at saving face, so his pure unadulterated rage was hidden beneath his smile.
She hiccuped behind him, sobbing into Charlie's shoulder.
"Don't make me move you," Lucifer glared.
"And don't make me fucking kill you for hurting what's mine."
His voice turned more static-like than before, his eyes a burning red and his horns outstretched. He was a fucking shield for his Princess, and not even the King of Hell could get through. Lucifer recognized this and humbly backed away, retreating with his tail between his legs.
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(Y/N) spent the next hour crying in her room. Over the years, she had started to hate herself for looking like her mom, and Lucifers' confirmation only reaffirmed it.
"Need anything else?" Charlie asked her. Although her sister wasn't searching for redemption, she had her own personal room in the hotel.
"Can you get Alasto-?"
A knock sounded at the door.
"Was he there the whole time?" She sniffled, and a muffled "maybe" came through the door.
Her bed was surrounded by napkins that she quickly placed on her bedside as Charlie allowed Alastor inside.
Alone.
The two of them.
Might as well just throw them condoms and say get to it, is what (Y/N) was thinking. She's known about her crush on The Radio Demon for a few months now, having a fantasy dream here and there, but wasn't much of an active person herself.
"Thank you. I know he tried to fix it, but I couldn't stand to look at him," Her puffy eyes made Alastors eye twitch, still a small spout of anger for her father.
"Of course, my dear," He sat himself next to her on the bed.
"Because your father, although the King of Hell, is a fucking coward", is what he wanted to say but kept those words for himself.
"Did you mean it? That I'm yours?" She asked, her hand inching closer to his.
"I never say anything I don't mean, cher," He grabbed her hand, kissed it, and made the she-demon gasp.
"I thought you hated touch."
He chuckled, "Oh, I do, but not if it's you. Your skin is warm, and it brings me comfort. You bring me comfort."
"You'd have me, even if I want to be glued to your side? Even having petty fights with my dad?"
"Darling, I'd wear your skin if you asked."
"Oh, how romantic," She blushed before both his hands came up to her face, bringing her into a needy kiss. With her, he needed to feel her.
Someday, even all of her.
"And I'd eat demons with you," She whispered against his lips.
"Oh my heart may burst, my dear."
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Want You
Rating: M | This is smut! No one under 18! Minors, DNI!
Summary: Aegon had no desire to ruin you, so he buried himself in his favorite wine and favorite whores to keep his blossoming feelings at bay. Only, his efforts seemed to work too well and he has to convince you that youâre all he needs. Warnings: No Dance AU, inaccurate use of some characters (Tyrell was an infant during this time but here he's in his early 30s), two smut scenes (Aegon is a dick in the first, much better in the second), infidelity (Aegon), Targcest (Aemond x Helaena), nice guy Criston Cole, unprotected PinV, oral (f!receiving), miscommunication. Anything else, let me know and I'll tag. Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x fem!Reader (Manderly!Reader - no features mentioned) Word Count: 22.8k (....I'm so sorry) HotD Taglist | HotD Masterlist
The Red Keep was rarely, if ever, silent.
There were moments - fleeting, few and far between - where a hush befell the Keep with only the quiet noise of servants and guards dutifully moving about to shatter the illusion of solitude. But, no matter the hour, it was rare to find a silence so unbroken that it teetered on the edge of maddening.
However, as Aegon sat in your chambers for the first time in weeks, slouched in a chair adjacent to the couch you lounged on, you found the silence drawing on long enough to surpass discomfort and edge into pain.
Aegon - sobriquet still undecided, though heâd dismissed âThe Magnanimousâ the moment you frowned as he spoke it, the moment Aemond snickered - sat with a cup of wine in one hand as he used the other to flip the pages of a book. It was one youâd left on the table, brought to you by Aemond and next on your list to read, and you hoped Aegon couldnât see the way you winced every time wine sloshed a bit too close to the text for comfort.
As silence persisted, there was little doubt that the reason for his presence was his motherâs insistence.
Alicent, as well intentioned as you imagined her to be - and, where you and Helaena were concerned, she seemed to be truly well intentioned - chided him relentlessly these days. Since he became king, there was no end to her and Ottoâs lectures. They urged him to play his part as faithfully as you played your own, to act as your husband and try to keep from embarrassing you. Time and again, you heard Alicentâs furious whispers, instructing her eldest son to think of the shame he continued to bring upon you, but you knew as well as she did that the time for his acquiescence had passed.
Everyone knew the kind of husband Aegon was, the kind of man heâd grown to be.
Though there was little chance he might, it he would have thought to ask you for your opinion -Â as he once did in the earliest days of your marriage - you wondered if you wouldâve been able to stop yourself from sharing the sobriquet you chose but did not dare speak aloud; Aegon the Shameless.
Despite becoming Queen Consort, looks of awe and excitement had shifted into looks of pity that burned into your skin each time you found yourself in court. There were few who did not know where your husband spent his nights - in the throne room, deep in his cups and surrounded by idiot guards and naive squires; or, perhaps, lost in the streets of silk, deep inside one of his favorite whores. The only boundary he seemed to respect was that now his trysts were kept from the Keep, his whores bedded elsewhere.
Though eleven moons had passed since you were married, heâd shared your bed only a handful of times. Once, on your wedding night, to consummate the marriage; a drunken attempt or two at creating the heir the realm demanded; and once, not long ago, when he stumbled into your chambers by mistake and couldnât be roused to move until morning.
Yet, as much as you hated to admit it and as unbelievably foolish as it made you feel, youâd somehow grown to love him.
In the very beginning, you had hope that your marriage might be a happy one.
Aegon was not perfect, you knew that. But for all his faults, he was kind to you in the light of day. The cruelty you caught glimpses of, the derision and bursts of anger, was never leveled at you. In fact, it often seemed that you were the only person he deemed worthy of sparing his unpredictable moods. He softened whenever you entered a room and made an attempt at levity. Though there were whispers of his sharp tongue and quick temper, you saw little of it.
The words he leveled at you were often kind - compliments, jests - and, if not kind, at least cordial. He gifted you beautiful gowns, glittering jewelry, perfumed soaps and oils, and allowed your youngest sister and a cousin to serve as your companions, all the while remaining very far from them himself.
When you chose to eat your meals outside of your own chambers, he kept you near and included you in the conversation at hand, no matter how little attention you paid. When decisions were made, he seemed to take your counsel more seriously than anyone elseâs - save, perhaps, Aemondâs. When you took your daily walk around the gardens, he joined as often as he could, though he typically fell behind you and your companions and departed halfway through to return to the small council.
During the early days of your marriage, you spent a great deal of time seeking him out. Whatever moments he could spare for you were cherished and you treated them as gifts worth more than anything gold could buy. As far as you were concerned, Aegon was trying his best. You knew that his reign was young, that he was young, and took no offense to his frequent absences.
Though much and more of your time was spent with others - your companions, Helaena, Alicent, even Aemond - Aegon was present. Time alone with him, however, was scarce. And, despite Alicentâs repeated assurances that his absence was merely a matter of his duty to the Realm, you began to believe the truth was much simpler.
Aegon simply did not wish to be alone with you.
Of all the things Aegon had done to, according to Alicent, bring shame upon you, none hurt quite so much as the realization that you were nothing more than an accessory to his reign.
Much like his crown, you were only there to solidify his status as king.
Despite the fondness you sometimes felt from him, you realized very quickly that Aegon did not want to be married. He had been forced to wed and you were the least offensive choice. You were nothing more than a pawn chosen by his grandsire for the strength of your house, and meant to be nothing more than an acceptable queen to stand beside the king.
Still, the realization was one you struggled to make sense of.
Affection was, at least in the beginning, a somewhat regular occurrence. Though you did not lie together, he never turned down a kiss or a soft caress of your hand. If anything, he sought those fleeting gestures out. He also seemed to favor the soft press of your hand to his thigh beneath the table - a calming gesture, offered whenever his grandsire or another council member undermined his authority - or a gentle squeeze of his hand more than anything. And, for a while, even initiated the gestures himself.
There were moments when Aegon seemed to make an honest attempt at being a husband.
Though he did not spend much time with you alone, he sometimes sat with you in the evenings as you and your ladies sipped tea. He sought your company when settled amongst a crowd, standing close and smiling every time you caught his eye. He remembered the little details you shared with him and asked about things youâd only mentioned in passing as a thousand other conversations carried on around you.
The first time you wore the green of his house, he complimented your gown and granted you a brilliant smile with each green gown that followed. When you passed him in the halls, one of you rushing to someplace else, he would always catch your eye and allow his hand to graze yours.
Thus, for a brief moment, you allowed yourself to believe the hollow reassurances.
For a brief moment, you allowed yourself to believe that you truly meant something to Aegon. The bitter sting of rejection, of humiliation, that accompanied his lack of desire to see you alone - his near refusal to bed you, unless heâd drowned in his cups and found himself on the receiving end of a lecture from his mother - was rationalized away.
It was easy, for a time, for you to believe that you simply meant more to him. Whores were meant to be bedded, a way for men to rid themselves of frustration - something a king had in spades. You told yourself that Aegonâs distance was a kindness, a form of respect. Your affection meant more to him than your ability to warm his bed. And for longer than you cared to admit, you allowed yourself to believe it; to love him, despite it.
Only, the lie grew harder to believe with each moon that passed.
Gradually, the little affection Aegon seemed to hold for you began to fade and the distance between you grew. While his visits to the streets of silk were few and far between in the early days of your marriage, the longer you were wed, the louder the whispers that heâd resumed his trips grew.
With every whisper came a lecture from Alicent, from Otto, from Aemond. And with every lecture, the more eager Aegon seemed to disappear into the deepest corner of his favored brothel.
One by one, every ounce of Aegonâs affection and attention seemed to disappear. The lingering glances heâd once spared in the halls, the brilliant smiles he leveled you with when you opted to join the family for dinner, the soft caresses of your hand when he passed you in the halls; they were no more and your heart ached with each disappearance.
Soon came the day of realization; if you did not offer affection, you received none.
After the passage of seven moons, it became obvious that Aegon merely tolerated. While he may once have even liked you, with the passage of each moon, you came to realize and accept that he did not love you.
While you found yourself grateful he was not unkind to you, that he did not seem to loathe being married to you, the realization that he did not love you was one that shattered the glittering illusion youâd been clinging to so desperately. Youâd hoped that he would settle, that with time he would grow to love you as you were growing to love him, but there was no use.
Every day that passed, he seemed to drift farther from you and only proved there was no sense in waiting for him to love you back. There was no point in inserting yourself into places you werenât wanted or making gestures that went unnoticed. So, you stopped trying.
And, if Aegon noticed that youâd stopped putting in the effort heâd grown accustomed to, he did not mention it.
In the beginning of your marriage, you rarely went more than a few hours without seeking Aegon out. Even if he could only spare a moment, even if you were only at the periphery of his attention, you accepted it happily. Now, it had been two days since you last saw him.
A simple change in your routine kept you from seeing Aegon much at all these days.
Whereas you would normally walk the gardens at midday, your companions in tow and occasionally accompanied by Helaena or Alicent, you chose to spend that time perfecting your needlework instead. The walk was pushed to either early morning or afternoon - when Aegon was busy with the small council. And, as for dinner, more often than not, you ate along in your chambers. Your sister and cousin joined you occasionally, even sometimes Helaena, but your goal was to avoid Aegon and that you did.
Still, you played your part dutifully when called upon.
As requested, you stood beside him to welcome the first of the lords arriving in Kingâs Landing for Daeronâs six-and-tenth nameday tourney. There were a handful of lords from the Reach accompanying the Hightower host and Aegon pulled you close, standing tall with pride as they all complimented what a beautiful couple you made.
Though your heart was no longer in it, you put on your happiest face - thanking the lords whose names you would doubtlessly spend the rest of the tournament whispering to your husband before he could ask - and resisted the urge to step away from him before you were granted leave.
Embarrassment and shame now burned in the pit of your stomach, heated your skin and left an acrid taste in the back of your throat, each time you stood at his side. The glances shared between the ladies of the court, the whispers you knew would inevitably follow - blaming you for not yet giving him an heir, for not being enough to keep him from straying - needed at your already frayed nerves.
Believing that he ever loved you was foolish and you were reminded of your delusion with every pitying glance you were spared.
Now, despite the silence that stretched unbroken for nearly an hour, instead of pitying glances, you felt the weight of Aegonâs gaze upon your skin intermittently. Violet eyes observed your stillness, watching with an uncharacteristic intensity youâd never seen directed at you before, and you wondered if that was worse. However, before you could wish for an interruption - someone to step in and save you - Aegon finally placed his cup onto the table.
âWhat troubles you, dear wife?â Though his words were beginning to slur, there was still a coherence to his speech that sometimes surprised you. âIâve been here a while and youâve yet to turn a page.â
âI believe I chose the wrong volume,â you sighed. The lie fell from your lips easily - unwilling to confess that it was the weight of his attention that distracted you, his very presence that left you unable to concentrate on the words you wanted desperately to read - as you lifted your head to meet his intense gaze. His attention remained on your face, eyes searching for something, as you placed a ribbon between the pages and placed the book onto the table, far from his glass. âThis one is⌠dull.â
âTheyâre all histories written by maesters,â he reminded you with a laugh that rang a touch hollow, a smile that didnât quite meet his eyes. âDull is expected, is it not?â
Though Aegon could be kind to you - when he so desired - and once took an interest in what interested you, you were often reminded that you had little in common. Aemond was the studious brother, well-versed in the histories and philosophy, while Aegon found it all dreadful. Where Aemond could spend days locked away in the library and never grow bored, Aegon had only read what was required of him as a boy - sometimes - and only occasionally listened when you read aloud to him in the early days of your marriage.
âPerhaps,â you allowed, after a moment of thought. âSome of the stories about the Conqueror have been interesting,â you defended, âbut Aemond assured me this was a favorite of his.â With a shrug, you leaned back into the cushion of the couch and admitted, âWe must have different tastes.â
Aegon laughed, a derisive sound that made you frown as his eyes flashed with an emotion you couldnât place so quickly you almost considered it a trick of the light. He reached for his glass once more and swallowed a scoff. âOf course you do,â he exclaimed, with a touch of venom you were unused to, âyou are married to me and he can barely stand to be in the same room these days.â
With a sigh, you reached for your own glass. âThatâs not true,â you reminded him, though not as gently as you supposed you should have. âAemondâs part of the small council and plans with you, not over you. Heâs loyal to you.â
âAll one could ask of a guard dog,â he declared, lifting his cup, though there was little bite to the insult - as if it were spoken reflexively, rather than intentionally.
âI wish you wouldnât antagonize Aemond,â you chided, almost wincing as you heard an echo of Alicent in your words. âHe means well. Heâs trying to help. All of your family is.â
The moment the words left your lips, you regretted them. Though you had grown uncomfortable in his presence, you did not wish for him to leave - not really. But you could see the flicker of warmth that lingered in Aegonâs gaze, the slight fondness he still regarded you with, cool completely as you uttered your admonishment. However, before you could apologize, blame the comment on your exhaustion, Aegon stood.
âAs Iâm often reminded,â he scoffed, though he attempted to cover it with a smile. âIâll leave you to your dull volume, then. Goodnight, my queen,â he bade, smile tight and not reaching his eyes.
âGoodnight, Your Grace.â
Aegon bristled at the formal title - one youâd taken to calling him earnestly, no longer in jest as it had been the first few moons of your marriage - but paused only for a moment before striding out of the room. Behind him, the doors to your chambers fell shut with a heavy noise and you were, once again, alone with your thoughts.
For a few long moments, you sat with only the crackling of the hearth to fill the quiet. Somehow, the silence felt more overwhelming without Aegonâs presence, more oppressive, and you hated that you missed him.
Though you now felt a pinprick of bitter shame in his presence, you still felt guilty any time you pushed him away. Aegon was the one who began to pull away from, to place a wall between you and dismiss your attempts at affection, but you loved him. Despite realizing the few precious moments he spent with you alone were forced upon him, you cherished them, just the same - regardless of how ill they now made you feel.
To be the center of his attention, if only for a moment, still filled you with an awful, overwhelming, lovesick feeling. It once was the highlight of your day, the bright spot in an otherwise dull pattern of needlework and gossip. Now, however, the once bright light only served to further illuminate your own foolishness.
The giddy feeling was now replaced entirely by a roiling in the pit of your stomach, a bitter nausea that heated your skin and made your head spin, and you couldnât help yourself as you stood to pull on a heavy cloak.
Despite being queen, you often felt an afterthought. There were only a handful of guards lingering near your chambers - none directly in front of your door - as most were keeping an eye on Aegon, Helaena, Helaena and Aemondâs children, or Alicent. It was easy to slip past them undetected and trace a familiar path through the halls.
At night, the Keep was almost peaceful.
Though a few lords lingered about, and others were on their way, there always seemed to be less pressure at night. Most were too deep in their cups or too weary from a long day to pay you any mind. The guards who kept watch at night were often less steadfast than their day-shift counterparts and most ladies who sent you pitying looks - or openly lusted after your husband - were locked away in their rooms.
Wandering about the Keep under the cover of darkness had become something of a routine for you and, with practiced ease, you made your way through the labyrinthine halls to the riverwalk.
Standing in the cool night air, the breeze surrounding you and filling your lungs with the familiar salt scent of the sea, soothed a touch of the homesickness you sometimes felt. Kingâs Landing was not White Harbor, not even close, but standing atop the riverwalk, you were able to pretend and felt your heart begin to calm. It was the hour of ghosts, a quiet time where the full moon shed bright white light over the bay and illuminated the water below just enough for you to watch it crash onto the shore.
There was no way of knowing how long you stood there. The only real measure of the passage of time was how cold your hands had grown. However, you realized that it had been long enough for your absence to be noticed as the clink of armor approached.
âYour Grace,â Criston began, voice carrying on the cool breeze as he stopped a few steps from where you stood, âthe hour grows late and the night grows cold. You should return to your chambers.â
The question was no longer where youâd gone. Criston himself was the first to find you on the riverwalk one night, shortly after Aegon summoned you to his chambers in a drunken attempt to produce an heir that left you wondering why he would willingly bed everyone but you. The question was now how long you would remain.
Despite being from the North and used to far colder nights - longing for them, even - as winter began to creep into Kingâs Landing, Criston seemed to allow you less and less time in the cool night air.
âWhy?â
If the question was unexpected, or confusing, Criston did not let on. Instead, he stepped closer - moonlight glinting off the silver of his armor with every step - and sighed as he watched your fingers trace the smooth edge of the stone barrier. âYou are the queen,â he reminded you, simply, as if it were answer enough.
âI am the queen,â you agreed, voice quiet amidst the crashing of waves. A rueful smile twisted your lips as you shook your head. âThough, it is easy to forget.â
With a quiet sigh, Criston turned to face the water and watched the waves crash silently for a long moment. There was an affinity you shared with Criston, an understanding as he knew Aegon better than most - and regarded you with an affection similar to the one Alicent held for you. He seemed to share your disenchantment with life in Kingâs Landing, life in the Red Keep, and did not turn to face you as he asked, âTrouble sleeping again?â
âMm. I do not wish to rely on the maesterâs dreamwine to find sleep. The cool air helps. I apologize if Iâve caused worry.â A small part of you doubted anyone else knew you were missing - certainly not Aegon, for he was likely half-conscious in the throne room or already hidden inside the walls of a brothel by now - but you felt obliged to apologize, anyway.
Criston nodded, remained silent for a beat, and then pressed for another answer - the one he truly wanted. âWhat troubles you, Your Grace?â
Despite yourself, you found it easy to admit your upset to Criston. If anyone understood, you supposed it was him.
âI was excited to marry Aegon,â you admitted, a mirthless laugh escaping as you lifted your gaze to the moon. âI knew little of him but when we met, I found him charming. He made me laugh and heâs handsome. When he chooses to be, he can be good. Upon meeting, I forgot why I was afraid to marry, and my mother gave me reason to believe it would be⌠joyous, I suppose, too marry someone like him, to live in a place like this. I imagined a life that, looking back, could have never been mine.â
âLife rarely happens the way we imagine it will,â Criston reminded you, though it was gentler than you were used to. âWe live the lives the gods see fit to allow us.â Those words, though spilling from his lips, were Alicent Hightowerâs and you struggled to bite back a laugh as you recognized that you both pined for someone whose love eluded you. You wondered if this was the life he imagined for himself - a Kingsguard, hopelessly in love with someone who would never love him back.
âIn that case,â you began, shoulders rounding as you wrapped your arms around yourself, âI canât help but wonder what Iâve done wrong, what Iâve done to anger the gods so.â Your voice faded to a near whisper, lost in the wind, and Criston stepped closer to hear you as you continued. âI have no children to attend to, though if I did, there would be a nurse dedicated to them. They would not being to me, but to the realm.â
Another sigh escaped your lips as you blinked back the tears stinging at the backs of your eyes. âMy only friends are two members of my own family. The rest of the ladies at court all cower in fear of my goodbrother or regard me with pity because of my husbandâs reputation. And my husbandâŚâ Another laugh, this one bitter and harsher than you intended, escaped as you shook your head. âMy husband drowns in his cups or remains too lost in the streets of silk to even consider wanting for an heir.â
With a hand brought to your cheek, brushing away traitorous tears that fell despite your best efforts, you felt a lump of emotion form in your throat. âWhy does he seem so eager to bed every woman in Kingâs Landing, save his own wife?â Your voice broke, betraying your hurt, and you could see Criston tense beside you - uncertain, though hurting for you. The comment lingered for a moment before you shook your head once more and cleared your throat. âI apologize, Ser Criston,â you sighed, as the realization sank in. âPlease forgive my outburst. It was inappropriate and I did not mean to⌠Perhaps youâre right, it is time for me to retire.â
âYour Grace,â Criston began, hesitant as he always seemed to be where matters of Aegonâs indiscretions were concerned, âit is understandable that you feel this way. Your patience has been impressive. Aegon is⌠he is young, but he will settle. Just give him time.â
âIâve given him nearly a year,â you declared, suddenly angry as you turned to face him. âI knew, entering into this marriage, that it was little more than a political arrangement. I am but a pawn in the games of men. But I thought I might at least find a companion in Aegon. Now, I wish it did not feel so obvious that he cares little for me. I donât want a husband to settle for me,â you declared, stronger than you intended. âI want a husband to want me, to desire me, to care about me. Aegon, I fear, barely knows I exist.â
A moment passed in which you sought to regain control of your own temper, your own tongue, and just as quickly as your anger arrived, it began to ebb. Exhaustion replaced it and you wrapped your cloak tighter around your body as you gave Criston a rueful smile. âSome in the realm consider that a blessing.â
Without waiting for his reply, you turned and set off in the direction of your chambers.
Criston followed close behind, remaining silent as you stepped through the halls much quicker than you had earlier in the night. It was only when you approached the door of your chambers that he spoke.
âFor all your concerns,â Criston began, voice low and wide brown eyes meeting yours as he held the door open for you, âknow that Aegon loves you deeply. It may not be visible in the way you wish, but it is there, in his heart.â
It struck you how deeply, how truly, Criston seemed to believe the words himself. There was an earnestness in his tone, a hope that you might believe him, and you desperately wanted to. But the best you could do was offer him a sad smile. âIf only that were true,â you hummed. âGoodnight, Ser Criston.â
With the heavy, wooden thud of your door closing, you found yourself blinking back tears and hoping that the coming days would distract your husband enough to give you time to gather yourself. Every whisper convinced you of something different - that Aegon could someday love you, that he had no use for you, that he meant well, that he wished he was married to anyone else - but falling apart would do you no good.
The swirling thoughts in your head, the bitterness gathering in the pit of your stomach, had you on edge but it would only hurt you in the long run. You would have time to try and make sense of it all later, after the tourney ended and the Keep once again returned to its normal state of being.
For the moment, you could only hope that Aegon himself would remain distant.
Aegon was certainly distracted by his responsibility as king. Council meetings, petitions, private meetings; all took up valuable moments he once mightâve spared for you. He wasnât fond of any of it, though he suffered through at the behest of his mother and grandsire. Like his father, however, he found a certain joy in hosting. Feasts, tourneys, dances; Aegon enjoyed them all in a way that you and his siblings did not. Merriment pleased him as he found himself at the center of attention, amidst happy revelers and praise directed at him.
Though the tourney was being held to celebrate Daeronâs nameday, Aegon still found himself at the center of every conversation. And his youngest brother, like Aemond, allow him to do so without complaint.
And while you would have preferred engaging in conversation with the other Targaryen siblings - or, perhaps, Aegonâs Velaryon nephews, or even the ladies who pitied you - you dutifully remained at Aegonâs side as he drank and laughed and feasted with lords whose names he could barely remember.
The few ladies surrounding you remained polite, though you could see their shared glances every time Aegonâs attention drifted from you. Regardless, he remained as close to his best behavior as he could and kept his hand in yours as Lady Redwyne offered you a smile that even he could see through. Aegon squeezed your hand - in comfort, you supposed, though you refused to read into it, even as your heart leapt - as she opened her mouth.
âHow are you faring in the South, Your Grace? I imagine Kingâs Landing is wholly different from White Harbor,â she declared, taking a sip from her glass as she awaited your answer.
âIt has been an adjustment, to be sure,â you returned, as polite and pleasant as you found yourself capable after hours of cordiality with women who openly snickered at your marriage. âBut it is nice to experience a change of scenery. There is no shortage of excitement in Kingâs Landing.â
âAn understatement,â Lord Tyrell declared, laughing as he shared a conspiratorial look with Aegon that you didnât very much like. âThough, one can assume youâre glad of the coming winter,â he continued, gesturing to the gown you wore - a lighter fabric, compared to the warmer gowns the other ladies had opted for in response to the biting chill that settled into the air.
âAn understatement,â Aegon parroted, tipping his cup for a cupbearer to fill. âSheâd spend all night out in the cold, staring out the water, if she could,â he revealed. âCole has to drag her in at night,â he continued, and you felt a sharp pang of disappointment as you realized Criston had informed him of your whereabouts.
âA reprieve from the warmth of the Keep,â you agreed, smiling politely - even as you couldnât help but wonder what else Criston had shared with your husband. âAnd a marvelous view of the Bay,â you continued, pulling your hand as naturally from Aegonâs grasp as you were able, unwilling to spark any questioning looks.
âA marvelous view, indeed,â Lord Tyrell agreed, a salacious smile curving his lips as his gaze dipped to the curved neckline of your gown. Though your stomach roiled at the way he glanced at you, you kept your expression neutral as he continued. âAnd a wondrous place to share with a child, if the gods should allow it.â A few heads turned, then, all certain of the direction Lord Tyrell intended to steer the conversation as you reached for your wine. âWe are all thankful to be celebrating Prince Daeronâs nameday, but cannot help wondering when we might convene to celebrate the birth of the crownâs heir.â
Luckily, before you were forced to offer a polite response to the inquiry made countless times in such a short timespan, Daeron appeared at your side and offered a brilliant smile. âI would be honored if the queen would grant me a dance,â he declared, glancing first at Aegon for permission before offering a hand when he was granted it.
Eagerly, you grasped Daeronâs outstretched hand and allowed him to lead you into the throng of people - still within reach of the guards and within Aegonâs line of sight. âThank you,â you sighed, allowing Daeron to take the lead with a practiced ease. âWhile Iâve enjoyed having so much excitement around the Keep, Iâm not quire sure how you deal with all the fine people in the Reach regularly.â
Daeron laughed, violet eyes glimmering in the light and untroubled by life in Kingâs Landing as he moved gracefully in time with the music. You almost envied his weightlessness, his freedom, as he revealed, âThank the Seven, my days are spent training. Conveniently, I am exhausted any time there is to be a dinner.â
With a hum, you asked, âDo you think one of the guards might train me, so I could have the same excuse?â
âNo.â He twirled you, smile bright as he watched the soft green fabric of your gown shift with each motion, and kept pace with the other dancers easily. âBut youâre the queen. You can do as you please.â
âIf only that were true, my prince.â Despite your best efforts at levity, the statement sounded as disheartened as you felt, a note of bitterness - acrid and biting in a way you had no desire to be with the youngest of Aegonâs siblings - laced every word. However, before you could apologize, Daeronâs smile softened into something understanding.
âIf only,â he agreed with a wistful shake of his head. âIâm afraid Iâve forgotten what life is like here,â he admitted, not bothering to pay any attention to the others hoping to cut in. âBut I do hope you can find joy in it someday.â
âTell Aemond and I will adamantly deny I said anything,â you began, smiling conspiratorially at Daeron, âbut I do believe youâre my favorite goodbrother.â When he grinned, smile bright and boyish in a way that reminded you of Aegon - painfully similar to the way he smiled at you so early in your courtship when you complimented him - you returned it with a soft smile of your own. âIâm happy Oldtown has treated you so well but very glad youâre here to celebrate with us.â
âI suggested a progress to mother and grandsire,â he announced, grin brightening when you blinked. âAegonâs never visited the Hightower and grandsire was inclined to agree that he should. While my brother entertains Lord Tyrell and the other fine people of the Reach,â he parroted, laughing as you rolled your eyes at him, âIâll give you a tour. Perhaps weâll even find a few new volumes for you to bring back to Kingâs Landing.â
That anyone - let alone the youngest of your husbandâs siblings whoâd only been at court a few short days - could see that you needed a respite from the halls of the Red Keep and would advocate for it pressed a weight to your chest in a way that mightâve concerned you had Aegon not become so oblivious to your distress.
For a brief moment, the time it took for the music to change and you both to begin the new routine with practiced ease, you wondered if anyone else could see what he saw so easily or if his distance from the Keep gave him clarity others did not have.
Idly, you wondered if your husbandâs family had all become so blinded by the mundane - by their own gilded cages - that your growing discomfort was simply regarded as part of the life you now lead. There was nothing anyone could do about your discomfort, nothing that could be said to Aegon that hadnât been repeated a thousand times over. This was now your life, as it had always been theirâs, so they simply allowed you to suffer in silence, as they did.
Though they tried to placate you, it was often confined to the Keep. They never gave you the freedom to wander, to disappear when the walls of your gilded cage began to close in on you, and you wondered if it was because they never considered leaving.
Regardless, you were touched by Daeronâs considerations. âI no longer believe you are my favorite goodbrother,â you announced, trying and failing to hide the emotion in your voice. âI know it for a fact.â
Daeronâs gaze softened for a moment, violet eyes alight with an understanding wise beyond his years - a kindness, an empathy ingrained in him by Gwayne, you realized - before he leaned in conspiratorially. âLet me further establish my place in your heart by promising to share word that the queen regrets her absence but fell ill with a sudden headache and decided to retire for much needed rest before the tourney begins,â he offered, and it was only then that you realized how close to the door heâd managed to guide you both.
âWell, now youâre just unabashedly courting the favor of the queen,â you teased, the words weak though the smile you offered him was genuine. âThank you, Daeron,â you whispered, squeezing his arm in a gesture of appreciation.
âI hope your rest revitalizes you, my queen,â he bade, âso that you might attend the tourney.â His voice carried just far enough to attract the attention of the few lords and ladies surrounding you and, with a nod of acknowledgement, he allowed you to slip through the small group near the door before turning to pass along your regrets to Aegon.
Despite how exhausted you suddenly felt as you left the feast - the noise from the hall fading into a muffled cacophony with every step you took - sleep was the last thing on your mind. Since the arrival of the first lord, your days had suddenly become filled with noise, an endless, mindless stream of sound that deeply unsettled you. Though the Keep was never silent, it was mostly tolerable.
Now, however, you knew that every place you sought solace was like to be filled with lords and ladies from every corner of the realm. The gardens, the courtyard, the entire Keep swarmed with people. There was no solace to be found in your usual perch atop the riverwalk, not tonight - not after Aegonâs laughter - so you opted for a place you knew few would venture.
The library was, even in the bright light of day, usually deserted.
Very few people, aside from the maesters - and a septa or two - set foot in the dim room. Even when the Keep was filled to the brim with people, it was rare to find anyone in the darkness sifting through volumes kept in the royal collection.
As such, you were pleased to find yourself alone for the first time in hours as you lowered yourself into one of the chairs scattered about the room.
For a few long moments, you were left alone with your thoughts. There were very few that many any sense, all jumbled into a cacophony of noise that did, unfortunately, cause an ache to form at your temples. It felt as if each thought was made of smoke, impossible to catch and examine in the way you often felt necessary to make sense of them all, and you released a heavy sigh as you sank deeper into the chair and closed your eyes.
âQuite concerning how quickly your headache appeared, Your Grace. Though this is not the place to sleep it off.â
With a start, your eyes flew open and a hand lifted to your chest as you inhaled sharply.
Aemond stood in the doorway, illuminated by the dim orange glow of candlelight, and studied you with an intense understanding youâd started to grow used to. The green leather he wore looked black in the low light and you sighed as you settled.
âBy the gods, Aemond,â you huffed, shooting him a look that mightâve caused anyone else to wither but seemed to have no effect on him, âyou frightened me.â As he stepped into the room, moving to sink into one of the chairs across from you, you sighed. âI do have a headache,â you defended, lifting the hand from your chest to your aching temple, âand I did not intend to sleep here. I just needed a moment alone. What are you doing here?â
âIâve come to check on my goodsister,â he declared, lips curving into a smirk as you rolled your eyes. âI only wanted to see that you were alright, my queen. And remind you that you shouldnât leave accompanied. Thereâs no telling who might be lurking in the darkness.â
âIâm afraid youâre the only one who worries about such things. I doubt anyone else would notice my absence,â you declared, tipping your head to rest on the edge of the chair. âWhat are you really doing here, Aemond?â
Though your comment earned a frown, thoughtful and calculating, Aemond ignored it for the moment. âThe same thing you are; escaping the mindless, drunken chatter of our king and his esteemed guests,â he declared wearily, tipping his head to study you - daring you to deny your true reason for leaving the feast.
There was nothing you could say that would convince him otherwise and, besides, you made it a habit not to lie to Aemond. He always seemed to find the truth in the end; it was easier this way. So, instead of playing coy, you simply asked, âHow did you know where to find me?â When he raised a brow, you barely refrained from rolling your eyes once more. âStupid question,â you admitted, sighing as you raked a hand over the intricate fabric of your gown in an attempt to distract yourself.
âYour absence is noticed, by more than me,â he declared, voice quiet in the still of the room.
When he offered no elaboration, you heaved a heavier sigh and asked, âIs Aegon still entertaining Lord Tyrell?â
Pursed lips served as your only indicator of Aemondâs contempt as he hummed. âHatching a plan to escape the Keep and explore the streets of silk, no doubt,â he declared casually, only pausing to gauge your reaction. When you swallowed, he continued. âLord Tyrellâs appetites are⌠notorious.â
âNo more so than Aegonâs, Iâd wager.â Aemond tipped his head in silent agreement as you sighed and stood. As you began to pace, a slow back and forth across the stone floor, your goodbrotherâs violet eye tracked your every step as he waited for you to continue.
âI try,â you began, with a shake of your head, ârelentlessly, it sometimes feels, but it all seems so pointless. I heard the whispers before we were married, there is no woman in the real that hasnât. But I hoped, naively, that he might change when we were wed. Foolish, I now realize, but I still donât understand why he seems so particularly⌠displeased with me.â
As you paused, inhaling a shaking breath, Aemond sighed. âAegon is a fool,â he declared, strong and certain in a way you only wished you could be, âthough I believe you knew that when you were wed.â Despite yourself, you cut your eyes at him - discouraging the insult, though you knew it to be true - and he repented with a tip of his head. âBut you are as much a fool as he if you think he is displeased with you.â
With a frown, you continued your pacing. âWhat other explanation is there? I care, more deeply than I suppose I should, that he continues to spend his nights haunting the streets of silk. But it is more painful to hear the whispers at court. Those women who denigrate me, claim it is some fault of mine own that he strays - that there is no heir yet⌠I know I shouldnât care, but by the gods, I do. We have lain together only a handful of times while heâs bedded every whore in Kingâs Landing thrice over by now. Eleven moons have passed and we have no child. I tried, in the beginning, but heâs turned me away at every chance lately.â
Another moment, another beat of silence, as you blinked back the traitorous tears that you refused to allow Aemond to see. You swallowed the emotion settling at the back of your throat and shook your head. âDo you know how humiliating it is, to know that my own husband would rather lie with every whore on the streets of silk than take me to bed? I just wish he would tell me what it is he dislikes, what displeases him, so that I might try and change it.â
Aemond sighed heavily and you could feel his intense gaze burning into your skin. You knew that if you looked at him, you would break - the dam keeping your emotion at bay would burst and tears would flood your eyes - so you kept your gaze cast to your shoes and waited, with an anxious need, for his response.
If there was anyone who might understand, anyone who might offer you the truth, it was Aemond.
As he stood, your breath caught in your throat. With only a few steps, Aemond met you in the center of the room and urged you to lift your head. âThere is nothing wrong with you. If anyone needs to change, it is Aegon. You are⌠formidable,â he declared, unflinching as he took in the way your eyes shimmered in the dim light. âThat is a compliment I do not spare lightly. Aegon, despite his foolishness, has never wanted for anything. Except, I believe, to be worthy of you."
The declaration settled over the library with a finality only Aemond seemed to possess, a certainty that nearly made you believe him without question, and the words reverberated in your mind for a long moment. Aemond granted you silence, understanding as your jumbled thoughts began to make even less sense in a desperate bid to make something of his certainty, and you inhaled sharply as you tried to follow a single train of thought for longer than a moment.
However, before you could beg for clarity - for him to speak plainly, as if he were explaining the concept to one of his children - your sisterâs voice interrupted. âApologies,â she began, sparing a glance between you and Aemond with a look you recognized as something akin to regret. âThe king has asked for you to visit him in his chambers, sister. He was told you did not feel well,â she announced with a sigh, âbut he insists.â
âVery well,â you acquiesced with a sigh of your own. âI can see myself to his chambers. If you could make sure a bath will be waiting for me when I return to my own, you can retire for the night.â
With a pitying look you did not much care for - especially not from your youngest sister - she nodded. âOf course. Goodnight, sister."
As she took her leave, Aemond hummed once more. âAnd here you thought him displeased,â he teased, lips twitch with the ghost of a smirk. âHe could be perusing the streets of silk with Lord Tyrell but he wants for his wife. How touching.â
âYou are insufferable,â you declared, turning to make the journey to Aegonâs chambers, though there was no heat - save for a fond warmth - in the statement.
âYet you seek my counsel and company,â he reminded you. âIf I am insufferable, it is a burden you willingly bear.â
âGladly,â you corrected, easily. âA burden,â you confirmed, though Aemond knew you did not truly consider him one, âbut one I gladly bear. Goodnight, Aemond. Bid Helaena goodnight for me, as well.â
Despite the growing resentment you felt toward Aegon, the bitter sadness that started to fill your heart, your found a sort of comfort in his family. They all seemed determined that yours would be a happy marriage, no matter the doubt you now felt, and you appreciated their efforts. Though it seemed to be something of a coping mechanism for them, brushing truth aside for something happier - something lighter, even if it was unrealistic - it brightened your considerably gloomy outlook in a way you needed.
Though you were not a Targaryen by blood, they all stood with you - sheltered you from the outside world, even if they could not shelter you from one of their own.
And as you stepped through the halls in the only vaguely familiar direction of Aegonâs chambers, you wondered if he would even be awake to greet you - a cynical thought that once wouldâve never crossed your mind as you rushed to Aegon as soon as he asked.
Much to your surprise, however, he was wide awake and waiting near the foot of his bed for your arrival.
âMy queen of ice,â Aegon slurred, grinning at you as you entered his chambers. The doors fell closed behind you, the hall and the guard disappearing, and you bit back a sigh as you stepped deeper into the dimly lit room. âHave I told you how beautiful you look tonight? Green suits you,â he complimented, though the words were broken by a hiccup and a scrutiny that you believed to be his curiosity as to whether the gown was one heâd given you.
âYou have,â you assured him, though not a word of compliment had been uttered in longer than you cared to admit - the sentiment in his words now unsettling your stomach rather than setting your skin alight. You also did not bother to remind him that the green you wore was the color of your own house, not Hightower green, as you watched him pour himself another cup. âPerhaps you should rest, Your Grace. It has been a long day, filled with excitement. Iâm sure youâre exhausted.â
âNot until I have done my duty as your husband,â he declared, before downing the contents of the cup in a long gulp. âLost count of how many times I was asked when there might be a feast welcoming an heir to the throne.â
A small sense of satisfaction lingered for a moment - at least you were not the only one facing the repeated question. However, the satisfaction was short lived as conflicting emotions surrounding lying with Aegon began to cloud your mind.
For nearly a year, all you wanted was for him to want you. With each day that passed, you hoped - despite yourself - that he might seek you out and offer some of the affection you once received. You hoped that he might spare you the most fleeting glance, the softest touch, the smallest smile. It made you feel pathetic, but you wanted it so desperately.
Anything Aegon wished to give you, you realized you would gladly take.
However, now that he was offering you something of the affection you dreamt of each night you spent alone, the throbbing in your temples grew greater and the churning in the pit of your stomach nearly overwhelmed you. Thoughts - wondering if he would lay with you and then depart the Keep with Lord Tyrell, anyway; wondering if he might someday slip up, call you the name of one of his favored whores; wondering what might happen if you did fall pregnant, if he no longer had a reason to call for you - swirled so quickly that they stole the air from your lungs.
The room felt as if it were spinning around you and, for a moment, you felt drunker than Aegon seemed. Regardless, you could not bring yourself to deny him.
As pathetic as it made you feel, you grasped the opportunity to be closed to him with both hands.
âAs you wish, Your Grace.â The acquiescence was soft, spoken in a breathless whisper to keep your voice from breaking, as you stepped deeper into his chambers. Despite the glassy sheen to his violet eyes, a flash of something dark - something angry, all too aware - flashed in them.
âI wish for you to call me anything else,â he sighed, pouring himself another cup of wine. The words were sharper than you imagined he intended, exhausted in a way youâd never heard him sound, and you felt yourself falter.
Breathing his name had once been your greatest joy. Calling him âAegonâ or âhusband,â where others addressed him so formally, made you feel as if you had at least one piece of him others did not. Now, however, it brought you little comfort as you knew there was nothing you had others wanted for. You wondered, only for a moment, what the other women called him, before you bit the inside of your cheek to anchor yourself to the present.
There was no longer anything you possessed that was solely yours. No matter how badly your heart ached at the thought, no matter how angry it made you, there was nothing left. The only thing you could even hope for was a child born from your own body, though you knew even that would belong to the realm first, as Aegonâs heir.
With a swallow, you reminded yourself there was no sense losing the moment. Aegon wanted you, if only because he had to, and you would take it. You steeled yourself, willed yourself to remain upright and calm, and resumed your path.
âVery well, my king,â you agreed, stepping closer to the bed - unable to make yourself call him anything but. The possessive âmyâ seemed to soften the title some, deemed it appropriate somewhere in the recess of his wine-muddled mind, and those violet eyes cooled some. They were beginning to glaze over, beginning to lose their focus, as he beckoned you closer.
Aegon drank deep from the cup, a few drops of wine escaping down his chin, and you sighed quietly as your fingers tugged at the intricate laces of your gown to keep from reaching for him. You wanted to, wanted nothing more than to reach out and brush the deep red from his pale skin, but you were uncertain how he would react.
However, before you could make much progress, Aegon pushed himself away from the bed and closed the distance between you.
Standing so close to Aegon left your heart beating wildly in your chest. You could feel it throbbing in your temples, in the balls of your feet that ached after spending the day standing to receive guests, thudding heavily against your ribcage. The scent of him filled your nose - the soaps and oils used earlier to prepare him for guests, the heady combination of wine and dragon fire that lingered on his skin - and it brought an ache to your chest.
Though it once mightâve made you swoon, brought a girlish warmth to your skin and sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach, it was now almost entirely unpleasant. As badly as you wanted this, wanted him, you also wanted to turn and run. But you kept yourself standing and schooled your face into an impassive mask as his fingers tugged at the laces.
Even drowning in his cups, he managed to make quick work of the ties that held your gown together - and, bitterly, the only thought you found yourself capable of forming was a question of how much practice that had taken.
Long ago, the first few times heâd taken you, there was some semblance of effort. Though you knew he did not want you, did not yet love you - though you still had hope then that he someday might - he tried. He kissed you softly, caressed your skin, whispered compliments in the dim of the room.
Now, he could barely keep himself upright as he helped you out of your gown.
Despite his drunkenness, Aegon still managed to remove the gown easily. The laces came undone quickly and it fell to the floor, piled into a heap around your feet. He stepped away, just enough for you to step out of the fabric and climb into his bed, before placing a knee onto the bed to follow.
Only then did he pause, seeming to remember himself. He stepped away for a moment, searching the small table near the privacy screen, and grabbed the oil the maesters had given you in hopes that it might aid the process.
A small part of you resented it - it hadnât been necessary, in the beginning - while the larger part was thankful. It made the act more tolerable, easier to withstand, easier to pretend that the want was mutual and Aegon was not simply âdoing his duty.âÂ
Aegon tossed the vial onto the bed and peeled himself out of his clothes. The undershirt and breeches were tossed away, along with his small clothes, before he returned his weight to the mattress. He was half-hard, another surprise with how much he drank, and you contented yourself with watching as he reached for the vial and poured a few drops into his palm.
You were conflicted as to whether his refusal to glance at your face should be seen as an insult or a kindness as he worked himself to full hardness.
The man above you was somewhat unsteady, wobbling precariously as he climbed over you, and you had half a mind to reach out and steady him. However, you kept your hands fisted tightly in the sheets as he absentmindedly reached for your thigh with a slick hand and settled between your now spread legs.
Aegonâs eyes closed as he situated the head of his cock at your entrance, brows furrowing, and you followed suit as he pressed forward.
Unable to help yourself, a noise - louder than you wouldâve liked - escaped your throat at the stretch. It had been nearly two moons since you last laid together and you couldnât make much sense of how you felt in the moment as his weight descended upon you.
âKeep your voice down,â he slurred, shushing you - though you knew he would soon grow louder. âThereâs still a feast going on.â
None of the guests would hear you, the feast was far enough away. If they did, it wouldnât have been a bad thing - perhaps they might stop asking when to expect an heir, they might stop whispering that he refused to lie with you. But you relented and kept quiet, as he ordered.
The act itself was not wholly unpleasant, not when you relished in being the center of Aegonâs attention if only for a moment, but it was nothing like youâd hoped.
Aegon did not love you, nor did he desire you. The realization was enough to have you counting down the moments until you were allowed to return to your own chambers.
However, though the moment was less than idea, you held it dear. Despite yourself, as Aegon found a sloppy rhtzhym, you reached for him and held him close. One hand lifted to his hair, clean and soft as heâd been in the presence of so many guests and needed to keep up with appearances, while the other pressed to his chest. You could feel the beat of his heart beneath your fingertips, rapid but steady - or, maybe it was your own, echoing in your ears - and the way his chest rose and fell in search of breath.
Pleasing you was not his objective, nor was it even remotely on his mind, so you distracted yourself with watching him seek his own release.
Though you hated it, you still felt your heart beat a touch faster at the sight of him.
There was plenty of Targaryen beauty evident in Aegon - his fair hair, his violet eyes, his beautiful features - but there was something else that captivated you. Aemond was angular, fierce, serious; Helaena, soft and bright, with mournful moments of melancholy interspersed; Daeron, a mixture of both, blessed with a lingering, youthful ignorance his siblings were not granted.
Aegon, however, was something else entirely.
Even at his happiest, there was something so sad about him. His eyes, perhaps, where the smile never quite reached - holding a depth you were not privy to understanding - or the frown he wore so often when he thought no one was looking. The weight of the world rested on his shoulders, more so now than ever, but youâd long ago given up the hope that he might someday allow you to cary some of his burden.
Though the entire world had been placed at his feet, he wanted for something. If only he would tell you, you knew that you would provide it without a second thought.
In the pursuit of his own pleasure, Aegon still did not look entirely happy. There was a pinch to his brows that never quite left, a faraway look in his eyes that made your chest ache in the most unpleasant way, and a seemingly never-ending war waging in his mind as to whether he should touch you or not.
Hands, calloused from years of dragon riding - and the occasional session with a sword, though heâd long since given lose up - hovered near your skin. His violet eyes were conflicted, uncertain, and you could see his hands fluttering about before he settled on placing them near you. When he moved, his skin brushed yours and that seemed to be enough for him in his altered state. The weight of your own touch against his skin was something he leaned into, something he accepted eagerly, and you felt as if you could cry as he decided against returning the gesture.
However, you werenât given long to dwell as his thrusts grew erratic after only a few short moments.
The time you spent together grew less and less frequent, as did the time it took him to âdo his dutyâ as your husband. With only a few thrusts, he buried himself deep and spilled inside of you, pressing himself close enough to steal the air from your lungs.
Disheveled blonde curls filled your vision as he leaned forward. Aegon stared at you, violet eyes clearly and blinking, and, for a brief moment, you felt a sliver of hope that he might kiss you.
It stung only a little when he did not.
âGods,â he sighed,â leaning forward to press his face into the crook of your neck as he attempted to catch his breath. âYou really look just like her,â he mumbled, voice slurring with sleep and wine. âSound like her, too. And smell like her.â
Aegon breathed in deep, inhaling the scent of your hair and skin - perfumed oil doubtlessly dulled to barely any scent after a long day - as your heart began to beat even faster and your stomach clenched. A part of you had no desire to know who he imagined you were, who he pictured beneath him as he pressed his nose into your skin, but you couldnât help yourself.
âLike who?â If he noticed the shake to your voice, the way your hand trembled in his hair, Aegon said nothing as he hummed.
âMy wife,â he answered, lifting his head and blinking bleary eyes at you once more, âthe queen. Must be paid well.â
It was a wonder he couldnât hear the beat of your heart as it threatened to hammer right through the wall of your chest. A thousand conflicting feelings ran through your head all at once. It was you heâd thought of, you he saw, and that was something of a balm for the ache in your heart. However, he thought you were a whore who merely looked like his wife, a whore heâd rather allow warm his bed.Â
A question lingered on the tip of your tongue - did he seek out one who looked like you or did he merely find your presence so improbable that he chose the most logical explanation.
Either way, he pulled out and moved away, rolling onto his back beside you. He allowed his head to fall against the pillow and muss his hair. ââM sure thereâre more than I care to imagine that want to fuck her,â he began. âThat Tyrell cunt couldnât take his eyes off her at dinner,â he huffed, eyes closing as he brought a hand up to scrub at his face. âCanât fault him, though,â he sighed, âsheâs beautiful.â
âThen why donât you lay with her?â
The question escaped before you could consider it, before you could wonder if it was appropriate to ask, but Aegon seemed unbothered.
âWould you fuck me if I didnât pay you?â Though the question was spoken blandly, meant to prove a point, it made your heart ache. Aegon thought so little of himself and you wondered how much a part you played in his self-doubt.
âI would, my king,â you whispered - you did, you would, if only he wanted you. âGladly.â
âDonât deserve it,â he declared, lips parting with a heavy sigh as he reached for the sheets to cover himself. âLeave me,â he ordered, not bothering to open his eyes and spare you another glance. âI want to sleep.â
The question of who he meant, of what he meant - who was undeserving of what? - lingered on the tip of your tongue, but rather than face his ire as he would doubtlessly turn his infamous temper upon you in the moment as he did not recognize you, you climbed out of the bed and pulled your dress on as best as you were able without the help of your handmaidens and slipped out of Aegonâs chambers.
Criston was the only guard lingering in your path - a calculated move, no doubt, to spare you further humiliation - and he dutifully cast his gaze aside as you approached your door. Any other night, he mightâve bid you goodnight, but thankfully, he remained silent as he held the door for you. You were uncomfortable and exhausted and grateful as the door shut with a soft click, plunging you into silence once more.
After bathing - alone, unwilling to allow anyone to see you after spending time with Aegon, too lost in your own thoughts and questioning your own feelings to care about propriety - you climbed into bed and waited for sleep you knew would not come.
The next morning, however, you awoke with a certain resolve. Following the night you spent with him, the questions that now lingered, you took greater care to keep yourself out of his reach.
Keeping away from him wasnât all that difficult. Aegon had distanced himself enough that your routines were entirely different, living almost wholly separate lives despite sharing the same home. The only times your paths seemed to cross was in the middle of the day and at dinner.
Though, with the entirety of the realm now watching as you were supposed to be together for appearance sake, you were meticulous with your excuses.
The beginning of the tourney was a joyous affair, celebrated loudly by all in attendance.
With any number of events happening simultaneously, you made it known that you wanted simply to experience it all. Northern tourneys were different, you explained to anyone who asked - though all tourneys paled in comparison to those hosted by the king. This was simply an experience you wanted to remember, and Aegon encouraged your wandering.
There were but a handful of Northerners present - a few minor lords and ladies, two knights, and a handful of cavalrymen - and, while you were disappointed that your family was not among them, you were still glad to see familiar sigils. And, instead of sitting with Aegon in the royal box and watching as the tourney began, you made it a point to visit with those you knew, offering your greetings and welcome, and even a favor to the one knight who boldly asked.
Throughout the day, you wandered.
With your sister by your side, you watched the mummers and the archers, the puppets and the poets. You nursed a cup of wine and, when asked why you were not sitting with Aegon, confessed - feigning sheepishness, an emotion that earned you soft coos of delight - that you did not much care for the sport, that you worried for the knights and took no pleasure in watching them be carted off, injured.
In reality, it was Aegonâs act you did not much care for.
Without the attention of the realm placed solely on the pair of you, he might notâve noticed your absence. It had taken him days, after all, to find you before the guests began to arrive.
However, this time, it took him only hours.
As the day crawled to an end and you found yourself stepping through the crowd to settle into your seat beside Aegon at dinner.
âWhere have you been?â He frowned, paying no mind to the lord he cut off in the midst of a story. âI stopped by your chambers to escort you to dinner. You werenât there,â he added, almost an afterthought - the words softening what he realized couldâve made you defensive, what couldâve made others suspicious.
âThe bay,â you admitted, smiling your thanks at the cupbearer before sipping your wine.
Confusion wrinkled Aegonâs brow as he leaned in to get a better look at you - searching your face for any hint of a joke. âThe bay,â he wondered, âwhy? Was the tourney not entertaining enough?â
âLady Mormont wished to see it,â you answered, smile patient though you wished to roll your eyes. âIt reminds us both a little of home.â
âThere is water in the North? I thought it all miserable and frozen.â
When you frowned, incensed by the lordâs quip and the laughter that followed, Aegon sighed and reached for your hand. âIt was a jest, my queen,â he soothed you. âIâve heard stories of the beauty of White Harbor. Grandsire suggested a progress - perhaps we can go to the North and you can show it to me.â
âThe Conqueror held court at New Castle three times,â you recalled, a fact you read in a book long before you married Aegon. âIâm sure my father would welcome you as my ancestors welcomed your namesake.â
âAlysanne held court there, I believe,â he declared, almost uncertainly as he glanced to you for confirmation. When you nodded, he hummed - pleased to have remembered his own history, something Aemond could have recounted with startling ease.
âA womenâs court,â you confirmed, reaching for your cup with the hand Aegon left free. âI grew up hearing stories of how kind she was and how much the women enjoyed the opportunity to speak and have the queen hear them.â
Daeron, who had taken the spot occupied by Lord Tyrell the previous night, turned to you with a smile. âPerhaps it might be worthwhile to use this gathering to your advantage,â he interjected. âI know some women do not much care for tourneys. Perhaps you could hold court with them, afford them an opportunity to speak directly with the queen.â
âA marvelous idea,â Aegon agreed, squeezing your hand and smiling as he tipped his cup in his brotherâs direction. âYouâve sat with me, listening to petitions before. Youâre well trained,â he teased.Â
âOh, how wonderful that would be,â Lady Baratheon declared, offering you a knowing smile - easily detecting the discomfort your husband so eagerly ignored. âAll of the ladies could gather and share, so that you might know more about the concerns around the realm, Your Grace.â
âItâs settled, then,â Aegon concluded, smiling brightly as he nodded. âA womenâs court; a perfect opportunity for my queen to become better acquainted with the women of the realm.â
Of the group, only Daeron seemed to sense your discomfort and you could see the pang of regret in his eyes as you spared him a glance. Regardless, you nodded your agreement and offered a smile to the new sets of eyes now turned to you.
âOf course. Tomorrow, then,â you confirmed, âI shall begin holding court for the women who do not wish to watch the tourney.â
In hindsight, the womenâs court was, truly, a marvelous idea.
Though it was not something you wished to be put upon you without notice, there was a desire in you to take a more active role as queen. You grew bored easily, tired of needlework and idle gossip. The books you read were a nice distraction, as were the infrequent High Valyrian lessons your husbandâs siblings spared you, but you needed something more.
Spending your time learning more about the plight of the women of the realm made you feel as if you were accomplishing something.
The womenâs court also gave you a reason to disappear throughout the day, a reason to avoid Aegon entirely without having to explain yourself to anyone. As your mornings were spent working through the previous dayâs findings and dinner was eaten alone - exhausted by the very valid concerns shared by so many women - you never needed to flounder for a reason to seek solitude.
However, that did little to stop the whispers.
From your sister - and your cousin - you heard the few whispers, those who correctly deduced your dedication as an excuse to hide from your husband. But you had little reason to believe that Aegon heard, or cared, about the whispers himself.Â
Until he sought you out.
On the third day of the tournament, late into the night - after the feast ended and the lords and ladies had retired for the evening - the door to your chambers flew open at the hour of ghosts.
Aegon, doublet undone and hair mussed, stormed in. His eyes were wild, violet darkened by an emotion you found yourself too exhausted to attempt to read, and his cheeks tinted pink as he stared at you for a long moment. âWhat have I done?â
The door to your chambers had barely swung shut when the demanding question echoed through the room.
Aegon looked less the part of king and more the part of upset husband as he began pacing before you, only pausing to glance at you incredulously when you flipped a page.
âThe offense very likely depends on who is chastising you,â you declared, tone detached, uninterested - despite the unsteady beat of your heart and the sharp inhale you took great care to conceal, âyour mother, your brother, or the hand. Perhaps you should ask one of them.â Your exhaustion kept you from standing yourself, from reading too deeply into the situation as you knew there would not be a satisfactory answer, but that seemed to only fuel his upset.
âThe offense is yours,â he clarified, resuming his pacing as he ran a hand through his already disheveled hair. âWhat have I done to offend you?â
With a sigh, you finally placed the book onto the table and leaned into the couch - just as youâd done only a few days earlier. It was clear that he had no plan to leave without an answer, though you found yourself at a loss for why he thought heâd offended you or why he cared. âI take it Alicent chastised you, then,â you deduced, the only logical answer as you finally lifted your gaze to watch as he stepped evenly - without the drunken sway you so often spotted. âOrder the Guard to keep your trips to the streets of silk quieter and she might leave you be.â
Violet eyes narrowed as his brows furrowed in frustration - he seemed more upset that you werenât listening than by the thought of causing offense.Â
âThis has nothing to do with my mother,â he insisted, stopping to take a seat in the same chair heâd occupied only days earlier. Now, instead of waiting in silence for you to acknowledge him, his intense stare was accompanied by a frustrated frown. âIâve done something to offend you but I donât know what. Tell me, so I can fix it and apologize.â
For a moment, you simply stared at him, attempting to make sense of his sudden line of questioning, his sudden interest in you - in whether heâd offended you, when you both knew heâd spent nearly a year doing little else. If Alicent had not chastised him, if Aemond or Otto or even Criston hadnât pressed upon him the importance of soothing your aching heart, why did he seem so rattled?
âIf your no one has reproached you,â you finally began, words slow and deliberate, your confusion evident, âwhat makes you think youâve done something to offend me?â
Aegon huffed a frustrated sigh as he gestured to where you sat, glass of wine, a stack of papers, and a book on the table. âYouâve been avoiding me. This is the first Iâve seen of you in days.â
With a sweeping glance around your chambers - at the papers and the book, at the gown waiting to be worn for the next day of court - you blinked at him. âIâve been entertaining the ladies of the realm,â you reminded him, words still escaping slowly, evenly, even as you raised a brow at the way his knee bounced. âWe decided to hold womenâs court, like Good Queen Alysanne. I believe you called it a âmarvelous ideaâ.â Aegon huffed at the reminder, incensed by your response, and you sighed. âThe ladies are glad to spend the day unburdening themselves. Iâve been working through their concerns,â you explained, gesturing to the stack of papers, âdiscerning which are in need of further attention and which can be solved without the crownâs intervention.â
A moment of silence passed in which Aegon scrutinized the papers before he huffed once more and stood, resuming his pacing. âYouâve been avoiding me long before guests began to arrive,â he declared, nearly startling you as you hadnât realized heâd noticed. As you blinked, surprised, he shot you a look, something angry - wounded, almost - and shook his head. âDonât deny what we both know to be true."
âYouâve been busy.â Deflecting blame to him was not how you intended the conversation to go, not when you could see him bristle at the acknowledgement you had, indeed, been avoiding him. So, you added, âI did not wish to add more of a burden.â
Aegon sighed, a defeated sound that youâd never heard, and sat once more. He seemed to consider reaching for the flagon of wine, perhaps even stealing your cup, but thought better of it as he settled into the chair.
Silence enveloped you both for a long moment, thick and unbroken by even the faintest of sounds outside your chambers - by design, you assumed, as Aegon seemed intent on understanding why youâd been avoiding him, for reasons you could not fathom - and you nearly allowed yourself to ask why he seemed so desperate for an answer, when it was he who began the whole ordeal.
Violet eyes studied you, settled on your face and searched for something - anything - in lieu of an answer to an unspoken question, a question even he couldnât seem to form. You nearly shrank beneath the intensity as Aegon finally uttered, âYou are my wife. Nothing about you is burdensome.â
Though the words were soft, sincere in a way you did not expect, you found yourself unable to stop the bubble of laughter that erupted from your throat. âA relief.â The comment was biting, sarcastic in a way youâd never been with Aegon, and he frowned - wounded, violet eyes sad - as he regarded you.
âYou do not believe me.â It was not a question and the realization seemed to do little to settle him.
Aegon was not someone you spoke openly with, not someone you shared your feelings with, but you couldnât help yourself. Exhaustion set in and your desire for propriety was long gone. Instead of feigning acceptance, you simply reached for your wine and offered him a sad smile. âI often feel my presence is little more than a burden your family insists you bear.â
âThatâs not true.â A near whisper, though the declaration held far more conviction than you ever imagined Aegon capable of. The hurt was no longer prominent in his sad eyes, replaced, instead, by disbelief - anguish, nearly, that you believed your words to be true. âSurely, you donât believe that.â
Eager to move on, to keep from sharing your innermost feelings with Aegon in a way that you would surely come to regret when he drunkenly spilled them to the entirety of the realm, you shook your head. âIt does not matter what I believe,â you declared, waving a hand to rid yourself of the conversation. âI fear there are more pressing matters at hand than my feelings. Court has been⌠enlightening.â
For a moment, you feared Aegon may not allow you to move on - that he may dwell on the subject until you broke, shed the tears that stung at the backs of your eyes. He seemed eager to push, to argue, but after a nearly uncomfortable stretch of silence, he finally asked, âWhat have you learned?â
The question was hollow, detached, and you nearly apologized. Instead, you turned your attention to the stack of notes on the table.
âEvery solution the crown offers only seems to create a dozen more problems,â you related, sighing as you poured more wine before nudging the cup across the table toward him. âFor every petition answered, a dozen more appear in its place.â
Aegon sighed, momentarily redirected, and reached for the cup with a nod of thanks. âWeâre learning the same things, then,â he announced, rubbing at his eyes. âThere is not enough grain or land or livestock. The winters are too cold, the summers too harsh, boundary stones are being moved and duels are breaking out over cows grazing on the wrong grass.â
The complaints were similar to the ones you heard, though yours were more nuanced - filled with heartbreaking accounts of cruelty and anger.
âThe men are cruel, taxes too high, inheritance laws unfair; Iâm sure weâre hearing similar stories.â
âThe men are cruel?â Aegon frowned, hand pausing midway to his mouth as he blinked, uncertain as to what you meant.
âMm. The men share the complaints about taxes, Iâm sure, and maybe inheritance laws, but the women have unique concerns,â you explained, brushing a hand across your nightgown in an effort to distract yourself. âAlysanne decreed an end to the First Night but it seems the decree only held for royal or highborn women. Lesser ladies only escape the ritual if they have a kind husband. And inheritance laws mean second or third or even fourth wives are left with nothing if a husband dies, unless she or her husband has kind relatives.â Aegon frowned as he returned the cup to the table and shifted in his seat to get a better look at you. âMarriage is a political alliance for most,â you informed him, though you assumed he already knew. âBut, for others, itâs a means of survival.â
âGods,â Aegon sighed, âwhat did my father do all those years? Nothing seems to have changed. Itâs all fucking miserable.â He leaned forward, placing his head in his hands for a brief moment, before he returned his gaze to you. âThey told you all of this?â
âThey did,â you confirmed, sighing as you clasped your hands together to keep from reaching for him. âI believe they just wanted someone to listen.â For a moment, you simply studied him - your gaze sweeping across his face, eagerly drinking in the soft look in his eyes - before you laughed, a soft sound lacking mirth. âI suppose I am lucky,â you confessed, standing to begin your journey to Alicentâs chambers for your nightly tea with her, Helaena, and the children.
âYouâre married to the king,â Aegon surmised, standing to follow - to head for his own chambers, or perhaps out of the Keep.
âNo.â With a shake of your head, you paused to meet his eyes. âI would be just as happy as a lady,â you confessed, watching as he frowned. âI am lucky because, even though you do not love me, you are at least kind to me. That is more than I could have asked for, more than most women hope for.â Aegon blinked, violet eyes going wide as his lips parted in preparation to respond, but you gave him a tight smile. âItâs alright,â you assured him, straightening your robe. âIâve accepted my fate and am grateful for your kindness. I would not ask more. Goodnight, Your Grace.â
With quick steps and a racing heart, you left Aegon standing in the middle of your chambers with blinking eyes and parted lips. There would be time later to dwell on how much you said, how awful you felt for confessing such a thing, but you did not imagine it would be before the tourney ended.
However, you were surprised to find a request from Aegon the next morning - the king wished for you to join him in his chambers to break fast, as early as you were ready.
The request itself was odd - in the eleven moons youâd been married, youâd only broken fast together once or twice, and always after Aegon woke. Part of you feared youâd offended him, that you might finally become acquainted with his infamous temper, while the other part feared the rats shared your conversation with Alicent and this was her doing. There was little you could do to calm your racing heart as you considered both possibilities, neither pleasant and neither comforting.
Either way, you hurried through your morning routine. A part of you wanted to make him wait, to take your time or even send your regrets with the excuse that you had other plans. The greater part, however, knew it was better to get the whole ordeal over with and pushed you to your way to Aegonâs chambers - skin alight with an unfamiliar warmth as you did so.
Though you half expected to find Aegon still asleep, he was stood - pacing, silver hair clean and brushed - waiting.
As you entered, heart thundering in your chest, Aegon stopped in his tracks. âGood morrow, my queen,â he greeted with a tentative smile and an outstretched hand. âHow did you sleep?â
Without thought, you accepted Aegonâs outstretched hand and allowed him to guide you to the table. He pulled out the chair beside his own, one youâd never before occupied, and gestured for you to sit. As you did, you noticed that the table held most of your favorite foods - items you normally requested for your own morning meal - and you nearly forgot the question as you turned to meet Aegonâs gaze.
With a great effort, you attempted to mask the confusion you felt. âFine,â you assured him, offering a smile you hope he believed real. âAnd you?â
Undeterred by the obvious concern in your tone, Aegon nodded. âFine,â he parroted, reaching for the tea to pour you a cup. âNo wandering in the night for you?â
A confused curiosity filled you, settling into the pit of your stomach alongside a sinking feeling you couldnât quite make sense of. There was no reason for Aegon to care - none that made sense to you, anyway - but being at the center of his attention, if only for a moment, sent your heart soaring.
So, with a rueful laugh, you shook your head and decided to humor him. âNo, not last night.â Aegon hummed as he offered you a piece of fruit - your favorite, though you werenât sure if he remembered it from the early days of your marriage or if a servant simply filled the table with things you liked - as you continued. âIt seems some of the lords and ladies wished to see the riverwalk after I spoke so highly of it. They are curious what it is that calls to me.â
Aegon winced, his violet eyes flashing with regret as he sighed. âI shouldnât have said anything,â he declared, eyes cast down and lips curved into a frown. âI did not mean toâŚâ
With a tight smile, you nodded. âI know,â you assured him. Heâd been drunk, caught up in conversation with Lord Tyrell - who seemed to bring out the worst in him - and you did not blame him. Not entirely. âItâs for the best, anyway,â you continued, shrugging. âAlicent has chided me relentlessly for wandering about alone so late. I do not wish to face another of her lectures. I suppose Iâll just read, instead.â
The pair of you shared an understanding laugh - though your lectures were, doubtlessly, far kinder than any Aegon had ever received - before his thoughtful frown returned.
For a moment, Aegon allowed his searching gaze to sweep across your skin. There was a question written on his face, one he seemed unable to articulate, that he sought an answer to. Finally, he asked, âThe reason you wander, is because you canât sleep?â When you sighed, sipping your tea instead of denying what he now realized to be true, Aegonâs frowned deepened. âIs it the sound of the water or the cool air you seek, on the riverwalk?â
When he affixed you with wide eyes, a look that begged for the truth, you sighed. âThe sound is soothing, but I wish for the cool air, more than anything. I leave my windows open when I can but as the air grows colder, someone will catch a glimpse and I am scolded - reminded by the maesters again and again that I could fall ill any time a breeze blows. Itâs as if they forget Iâm from the North.â
At your indignant huff, Aegon laughed - a soft sound that youâd missed dearly - before his thoughtful frown returned. âWhy havenât you said anything?â
Aegonâs concern left you mildly unsettled, confused, as you searched for an appropriate answer.
âWe married in winter,â you finally reminded him, shrugging lightly. âI slept well enough then and we havenât spoken about it since.â We havenât spoken much at all since went unsaid but Aegonâs wince assured you he heard it, just the same. âIt does not matter anyway,â you continued, âas thereâs nothing to do but wait for cooler weather. Iâm growing used to the heat. I wander a bit, cool off, and return to my chambers. Ser Cole was the only one to notice my absence. If he hadnât said anything, no one wouldâve known.â
âIâm sorry.â
The apology caught you entirely off guard and you found yourself turning to face Aegon with a frown. âWhat for?â With a laugh, you reached for your cup once more. âYouâre the king, but you cannot control the weather. I will just savor the cool air whenever it appears.â
âI did not even know you wandered until Cole told me,â he confessed, swirling the cup of tea in his hand. His brows furrowed in frustration - though, you could tell it was not directed at you as he huffed. âI shouldâve known you were not sleeping.â
With a sigh, you shook your head. âJust as you cannot control the weather, you cannot expect to know my every waking move. There are more important things to concern yourself with.â
âIâm your husband. You are my most pressing concern,â he declared, words soft - guilty. âI should know all there is to know about you.â Before you could argue - something Aegon could see written clearly on your face - he continued. âThe next time you find yourself unable to sleep, perhaps I could wander with you. I do not enjoy the cold but I will brave it with you,â he offered, a hopeful smile lifting the corner of his mouth as wide violet eyes met yours.
A spiteful comment lingered on the tip of your tongue - certainly, if you are in the Keep and not lost in the streets of silk - but you swallowed it with a sip of tea. âOf course,â you agreed easily, though you had no intention of seeking him out when sleep inevitably refused you once more.
Sleep would only be harder to find when coupled with disappointment.
Regardless of your intention, Aegon seemed settled by your easy agreement. Assured - of what, you were uncertain - he turned the conversation to the remaining days of the tourney and began to eat as you began to worry.
Though all youâd wanted for nearly a year was Aegonâs attention, having it in spades made you overwhelmingly suspicious. There was little about the situation that brought you joy or comfort. If anything, it set you more on edge than youâd been since stepping foot into the Keep.
There was a part of you - the rational, pragmatic part - that understood. Aegon wanted to keep up appearances. Alicent and Otto had spent much of his life instilling in him the importance of maintaining an image. What happened in the privacy of the Keep when the crowds departed did not matter, so long as they all believed the happy facade put on for their benefit.
It made sense, then, why he insisted on breaking fast with you - so the lords and ladies would see you depart from his chambers - and why he insisted on escorting you to dinner. It even made sense to you why his hand found yours when you were amongst the crowd of revelers at dinner.
The part that worried you, however, was the attention he paid you when no one was looking.
Just as he had in the beginning of your marriage, Aegonâs hand brushed yours in passing as he went his way while you went your own. Throughout the day, you felt his intense gaze on you - searing into your skin across a crowded room, across the field as you spoke with the ladies of the realm when he shouldâve been watching the tourney. And when night fell, he escorted you back to your chambers after dinner and sat with you, sometimes without so much as a word shared, until you deemed it time for bed.
For two days, Aegon paid more attention to you than he had over the course of your entire marriage - all without drowning in his cups.
And by the final day of the tournament, you found yourself utterly exhausted.
Being surrounded by people - those who meant well and those who certainly did not - was enough of a discomfort. The sometimes curious, sometimes accusing, sometimes pitying gazes of the lords and ladies of the realm set you on edge. But attempting to make sense of Aegonâs sudden burst of attention was what kept you awake at night.
Every reason you considered made little sense.Â
Initially, you assumed it was Alicentâs doing. However, the moment she expressed her surprise at Aegonâs sudden change of heart, you found yourself more perplexed. She seemed assured, however, certain that her eldest son was finally settling, and rejoiced at the sight of Aegon escorting you to the gathering of women two mornings in a row.
Aemond also seemed surprised, though his was better hidden than his motherâs as he watched Aegon offer you a hand to pull you into the fray of dancing bodies. And your assumption that it was he whoâd spoken with his brother vanished into thin air the moment his violet eye met yours - a question of âwhatâs happeningâ dancing curiously in it.
All logic failed you, each conclusion vanished as quickly as it arrived, and you found yourself confused and alone - away from the madness so that you might catch your breath and think.
However, you were not left alone for very long.
Without warning, no guard and no crowds of people vying for his attention, Aegon approached you as you sat far from the madness of the tourney.
The Conquerorâs crown glimmered atop his head, silver and ruby shimmering in the sunlight, and he looked the part of king. Royalty suited him, you decided - his features regal, his poise now unencumbered by drink as heâd done his best to remain sober in your presence - though you kept the thought to yourself as you bit back a sigh at his presence.
Aegon had taken to asking you what was wrong - a question he took seriously, as he attempted to remedy whatever it was that bothered you - but you turned to him before he could.
âWhat does it feel like?â The question was asked in desperation, a deep-seated desire to turn the conversation away from yourself - a need to return to some semblance of normalcy, despite his newfound attention - and Aegonâs brows furrowed. âRiding a dragon,â you elaborated, gesturing to Sunfyre in the distance. His prized dragon had been brought from the Dragonpit to be seen, marveled at; the most beautiful dragon in the realm, the kingâs pride. âIâve asked Aemond and Helaena, even Daeron,â you confessed. âThey all say the feeling is indescribable.â
For a moment, Aegon regarded you with a smile - something bright and true, genuinely happy; something you saw little of in him - before he turned to glance at his golden dragon. âDo you want to try it,â he began, stepping closer and tipping his head to meet your eyes, âfind out for yourself?â
With a hollow laugh, and a touch of fear at the prospect, you shook your head. âA beautiful thought, to be sure,â you acknowledged, âbut if I stepped closer, I fear I would only learn what death by dragon fire feels like.â
Unbothered, Aegon stepped even closer - his arm now brushing yours. âIf you stepped closer to Vhagar, surely, but Sunfyre is less inclined to violence,â he teased, sparing his dragon an admiring glance. âHe listens well and will take to you, so long as you are with me.â When you frowned, uncertain, Aegon smiled softly and reached for your hand. âI shouldâve introduced you sooner,â he hummed, apologetic as he squeezed your hand, âbut we will just have to make up for lost time.â
Slowly, carefully - for your benefit, you realized, as Sunfyre seemed entirely aware of Aegon no matter how he moved - your husband guided you across the field to where Sunfyre rested. The keepers offered you both polite greetings before stepping aside to allow Aegon to interact with his dragon, unbothered.
Though his commands were nowhere near as sharp as the ones youâd heard from Aemond, nor as fluid as those youâd heard from Helaena, Aegonâs word still struck a chord with Sunfyre. His High Valyrian was clumsy, almost broken, but Sunfyre still responded just as eagerly as the others - if not more so - as the great beast made a rumbling noise and nudged Aegon in the chest.
Aegon cooed, returning the greeting happily as he offered the dragon a few soft strokes of his hand, and you felt a smile curve your lips - in spite of the thundering of your heart at your proximity to such a fearsome creature.
âGive me your hand,â Aegon urged, turning his head to glance at you when Sunfyre settled and turned a great eye upon you. âHe trusts you because I do.â
With a tentative step, you moved closer to Aegon. He accepted your outstretched hand eagerly, tugging you closer, and placed a steady and on your waist. Every inch of your skin felt warm - from the great breaths Sunfyre took, warm air billowing around you; or from the heat of Aegonâs body pressed to yours, unfamiliar and easily stealing the breath from your lungs as his hand stroked your waist to calm you.
Aegon tipped his head to offer you a reassuring smile before turning his attention to Sunfyre once more. With a few quiet words - mostly in Valyrian, though a few words in the common tongue caught your ear - Sunfyre lifted his large head and repeated the affectionate gesture heâd shown Aegon.
A noise resembling a purr escaped the large beast and, with Aegonâs hand still clasping yours, your hand was pressed to his scales.
For a single, nerve wracking moment, you waited - half-afraid Sunfyre might turn on you, temper as unpredictable as his rider - but when he simply leaned into your touch, you exhaled slowly. âHeâs beautiful,â you whispered, voice awed as your fingers trailed lightly across the warm patch of golden scales. âAnd so warm.â
The moment Aegonâs hand released yours, it fell to your waist as his chin rested atop your shoulder. Sunfyre rumbled another pleasant noise, as if he understood the compliment, and you laughed. âSee? Nothing to fear.â
âYou are well matched, I believe,â you nearly whispered, as if Aegon had not spoken at all. âThe most beautiful dragons in all the realm.â The compliment escaped without your notice, unintentional, but Aegonâs hands squeezed your waist gently as he inhaled just a bit too sharp.
âHe is beautiful,â Aegon agreed easily, reaching out to stroke the scales just above where your hand rested - thankfully sidestepping your compliment of him. âHeâs also quick and loves to soar over the sea, something that reminds me of you.â
Sunfyre released another contented noise, happily basking in the attention, as you hummed thoughtfully. âThe view must be incredible,â you whispered, still in awe of the beautiful creature before you. âIâm not sure how you find the strength to return to the ground.â
âIt helps to have something worth returning for.â Aegonâs declaration was soft, as was his gaze as violet eyes fell to you. âDo you want to see for yourself? Youâll be safe, I promise. There is nowhere safer, in fact.â
The prospect of riding a dragon set your heart beating overtime once more and brought butterflies to your stomach. It was terrifying - and tantalizing - and you could not understand why Aegon offered. Still, you tipped your head and offered him a playful smile. âDo not let Vhagar hear you,â you teased, voice nowhere near as strong as you hoped it would be. âShe might take offense.â
âThe old beast is asleep in a field, she couldnât hear me if I stood right next to her.â Aegon grinned at you - expression brightening considerably when you laughed - before he stepped away. His hands left your waist but grasped your own, fingers intertwining with your own, as he guided you to the rope connected to Sunfyreâs saddle. âCome, my queen. We wonât be missed.â
A lie - his absence would be noticed immediately - but you said nothing.
Conflicting feelings swirled in the pit of your stomach as you allowed Aegon to help you climb into the saddle. There was fear - a natural instinct, when faced with the prospect of riding a dragon - and doubt, uncertainty as to your safety. There was concern, an ever-present wonder as to why Aegon seemed so intent upon getting you to bond with his dragon. There was worry, a curiosity as to why Aegon was acting the part of husband you so desperately wanted.
But, above all else, there was an overwhelming happiness.
Excitement coursed through your veins as Aegon helped you situate yourself in the saddle, despite your dress not being appropriate riding gear. Warmth coursed through your veins as he settled in behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist and offering you a bright smile as you turned your head to glance at him.
The reason why mattered so little when it felt so intoxicating in the moment.
Though the question danced on the tip of your tongue - more of a demand, a need to know what had changed - you kept quiet as Aegon spared a few words for Sunfyre.
With an eager rumble, the dragon began to stand.
âReady?â
Before you could answer - nod your agreement or beg to be returned to the ground - Aegon shouted a command you couldnât understand. The golden beast took a few steps forward before bolting toward the sky, clearly as eager to fly as his rider.
As you hurtled toward the sky, your heart leapt into your throat and making any noise at all seemed impossible.
Though you wouldâve agonized over the decision any other time, there wasnât a single thought in your mind as you reached for Aegonâs arm. You held - perhaps too tight, you realized, as your nails bit into the leather of his riding jacket - and held your breath as the burnt, fading colors of foliage began to give way to the white stone of the city and then the dark water of the bay.
Cool air rushed around you, growing cooler the higher you climbed, and you delighted in the contrast of it biting at your skin as Aegonâs warmth bled into your back.
Part of you wanted to close your eyes, to savor the feeling of weightlessness as Sunfyre began to level out and soar above the water, while the rational par demanded you keep them open and drink in the sight of Kingâs Landing from above.
There was no guarantee you would have another opportunity to witness the beauty below you.
The city youâd grown to early loathe - the streets of silk that claimed your husband, the stench that sometimes wafted through your open window - was undeniably beautiful atop Sunfyreâs back. A thousand thoughts ran through your mind, though none seemed to provide an adequate description of the beauty below you.
Rather than attempt to speak, you simply breathed deeply and reveled in the quiet.
Atop Sunfyre, everything youâd spent nearly a year agonizing over seemed to fade into nothing. It all seemed so trivial, so meaningless, when the world was so vast and beautiful.
For a moment, you understood what your husbandâs siblings meant - there was certainly no other feeling in the world that could compare to the experience at hand.
As you caught your breath, lungs filling entirely for the first time since leaving White Harbor, Aegon remained quiet behind you. For the first time, his silence was entirely comfortable - not something to be wary of, not something for you remedy. It was blissful, a shared joy, and you appreciated it.
Aegonâs chin rested atop your shoulder once more, blonde curls brushing your skin, and as you glance out at the dark water, you were nearly convinced it was all just a beautiful dream.
Having Aegon so close, his affection flowing so freely - his attention so rapt, so complete - was al youâd wanted for longe than you cared to admit. However, now that you had it, you were uncertain of what to do with it. You remained suspicious, concerned there was some sort of string attached to his affection, but a he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, you felt your concern begin to melt away.
It had been so long since Aegon kissed you, so long since he offered any kind of affection, that you couldnât help yourself.
With a turn of your head, your gaze met his. As Sunfyre soared, you felt your heart begin to beat just a touch faster when Aegon leaned to press his mouth to yours. The kiss was soft, nearly chaste, and you could feel the familiar ache in your chest at the gentle nature of it. There was something so intimate about the gesture, something that meant more than all the attention in the realm, and you struggled to blink back your tears as Aegon broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to yours.
Everything around you ceased to exist with those violet eyes trained on yours.
Sunfyre rumbled a pleased noise - something bright and joyful - and Aegon smiled as he tipped his head to glance at the golden dragon. With your husband distracted, you swallowed the emotion lingering in the back of your throat and held tight to the saddle as the flight continued.
Just as youâd imagined, there was little desire to return to the ground - to the life that awaited you both, the crowds of people seeking your company, the expectations that overruled your happiness - but with a single command from Aegon, Sunfyre began to descend all too soon.
Though the flight had been short, nothing more than a quick trip around Kingâs Landing, it meant the world to you.
And when you landed, your feet firmly on the ground and Sunfyre returned to the keepers, Aegonâs expectant gaze met yours. âWell,â he began, smile knowing, âwhat did it feel like?â
âI fear I owe your siblings an apology. It was truly indescribable,â you admitted, heart still pounding in your chest - though you werenât certain if it was from the adrenaline or the way Aegon was looking at you, bright eyes so intent on your face. âKingâs Landing is beautiful from above. And I believe Sunfyre is the most beautiful being Iâve ever seen.â
âDragon, certainly,â Aegon agreed easily, stepping closer and bringing his hand to your waist. âYou are the most beautiful woman Iâve ever seen.â
The compliment was nothing more than flattery, almost certainly untrue - heâd spent his nights with Lyseni women whose beaut was famed - and shattered the moment entirely. Reality crept back in, startling you back into your own body, and drew the tears youâd been keeping at bay since the kiss.
With a shake of your head, you attempted to pull away from him as you lifted a hand to brush at your cheeks. âAegon,â you whispered, voice cracking as you addressed him by name for the first time in several moons, âplease, donât.â
Like a strong wave, every emotion youâd felt over the course of your marriage crashed into you.
Each feeling was stronger than the last, shattering your resolve with astounding ease, and you could see the flash of panic in Aegonâs eyes as he stepped closer. The nudge you offered in response was weak, nowhere near strong enough to dissuade him, and Aegon ignored the gesture completely as he began to guide you back to the Keep.
Neither of you wanted the moment to be witnessed - Aegon did not wish for his motherâs ire, as she knew your tears were his fault, nor did he wish for more speculation on behalf of the realm; you did not wish for more pitying gazes - so you allowed him to steer you through the halls without complaint.
Aegon guided you through the halls of the Red Keep, stepping without thought in the direction of his chambers. However, before he could turn down the hall leading to his door, he seemed to think better of his destination. Instead, with a few retraced steps, he turned and guided you to your own chambers.
The moment the door shut behind you, effectively sealing you both away from the realm, Aegon did something heâd never before done - he wrapped both arms around your waist and held you tight to his chest.
It was a clumsy gesture, almost uncertain, and crushed your arms to your body, but you appreciated it, just the same. His proximity did little to stop the tears that spilled, though you pleaded with your body to offer you some sort of respite, and Aegon made a broken noise as his own eyes shimmered with unshed tears.
âPlease, donât cry,â he whispered, voice quiet in the still of your room. âIâm sorry.â
Despite yourself - despite the truth you both saw plainly - you shook your head. âNot your fault,â you denied, reflexively.
Aegon scoffed, wholly disbelieving, as he shook his head. âIt is,â he acknowledged, tipping his head to press his forehead to yours the moment you glanced at him. âI have not been the husband you deserve. I have been no husband at all.â
For a moment, he seemed to falter - uncertain, unused to such emotion - before he lifted a hand to cup your cheek.
âI wanted to spare you,â he admitted, so earnest it made your chest ache. âThis place, this life; it seems to make everyone fucking miserable. My mother was happier before she was queen, Helaena is happier when she is far from Kingâs Landing. There is no joy to be found here. I didnât want to subject you to the same misery.â
The sincerity with which Aegon spoke struck you. He truly seemed to believe it - truly believed that he was sparing you - and you couldnât help the fresh wave of tears that fell.
âAs noble as your intentions may have been, I am here,â you reminded him, voice thick with emotion. âThere is no sparing me, not when our lives were intertwined in front of the realm and in the eyes of the gods. It might be enjoyable if we sought happiness in one another.â
âI donât believe Iâve ever made anyone happy,â he confessed, voice a pained whisper, âas a son, a king; certainly not as a husband.â
âYou have made me happy,â you asserted, brows furrowing. When he frowned, disbelieving, you gestured to the embroidery of Sunfyre adorning his doublet. âSoaring over the city with you on Sunfyre was the most joy Iâve felt in all my time in Kingâs Landing and I felt it because of you. The first few moons of our marriage, you were kind - affectionate, present - and that made me happy. The past few days, youâve been kind again, youâve been with me, and my heart felt as if it might burst. Being with you made me happy, Aegon.â
Aegonâs eyes fell shut, his breath stuttering as he shook his head slightly. âI know less about being a husband than I do about being king,â he confessed, violet eyes glassy as they reopened. âIâm afraid Iâll only disappoint you.â
âYouâve never been a husband, nor have you been a king, just as I have never been a wife or a queen,â you reminded him, tone gentle. âI also know little of either role but I want to learn. With time, both will become easier, but learning together would make me happy. I donât want perfection, Aegon. All I want, all I have wanted, is you.â
âAnd I you,â he agreed, quickly - easily, his hand squeezing your hip. âI am not too late, then?â
âIâve spent the last few moons wishing to hate you,â you confessed, lifting a hand to caress his cheek - your heart aching in your chest as he flinched, expecting a blow instead. After a moment, he leaned into the caress and you struggled to keep yourself from crying once more. âI wanted nothing more than to feel indifferent, or even angry, in your presence. But all Iâve wanted is your love. Iâve taken what little of you you would give but I want all of you. I fear it will never be too late, not when my heart belongs entirely to you.â
âHow can you love me, after all Iâve done?â Sad violet eyes met yours, downcast and filled with a self-loathing you understood all too well, as he leaned into your touch.
âBecause love is irrational. It lives in the heart, not the mind, and my heart has been yours for a long while.â
âI donât deserve this,â he whispered, âI donât deserve you.â
The whisper sharpened the ache in your chest, made your heart hurt for Aegon, as you caressed his cheek. Your thumb brushed away a few errant tears, brushed the dark circles beneath his eyes, as you studied him. His drunken words, whispered in the dim of his chambers, returned to you and you sighed as you met his eyes. âYou do. You deserve love, Aegon.â
The declaration hung in the air for a long moment, lingering between you in a silence that seemed to stretch endlessly, before Aegon moved. He surged forward, eager to press his mouth to yours in another kiss.
This kiss, unlike the soft display atop Sunfyre, was desperate. It brought forth every emotion you both struggled to make sense of and stole the breath from your lungs. It was searching, starving, and you allowed it to consume you completely as Aegonâs grip on your waist grew tighter and you hand moved to tangle in his hair.
Nothing couldâve prepared you for the turn you day would take, for the onslaught of Aegonâs desperate affection, for the sheer force of his kiss, but you surrendered to it without thought.
Even as your lungs burned with the need for air, as your chest ached and your skin felt as if it were blistering, you refused to part from him. And, to your surprise, Aegon seemed just as reluctant.
Each breath was stolen with lips only inches apart, with violet eyes searching your face for any sign of discomfort.
Whereas affection had been nonexistent for so long, it seemed as if the dam had broken and you were both desperate for some semblance of the otherâs love.
Despite Aegonâs emotional whispers, his open display of concern, you could feel the doubt lingering in the back of your mind as he walked you backward. While he navigated your room with an ease that shouldâve surprised you, you wondered what might happen in the aftermath.
How long would Aegonâs affection last before you were left alone again?
As if sensing your hesitation, Aegon broke from the kiss and pressed his forehead to yours as you approached your bed. He took a moment to breathe - to allow you to breathe - before he whispered another apology. âI canât change what Iâve done,â he acknowledged, âhow Iâve treated you. But I can be better. I will be.â
Before you could speak - and say what, you did not know - Aegon recaptured your lips in another searing kiss.
With a practiced ease, he unlaced the ties of your gown - Hightower green, laced with the gold of his dragon - and brushed the fabric from your shoulders.
Unlike the night of the feast, Aegon took a long moment to study you as you stood before him in only your small clothes. And when you attempted to cover yourself - arms stretch across your chest, your stomach, your hips - Aegon gripped your wrists.
âPlease, donât hide from me. I want to see you.â
Wide violet eyes met yours, so sincere in their desire, and you found yourself unable to deny him. With a nod, you relaxed your arms - allowing them to fall to your sides when Aegon released you - and he hummed, a pleased sound that warmed you from within.
Though you only laid together a handful of times, and though Aegon had been attentive in the beginning, no experience compared to the one at hand.
There was a desperation in his touch, an eagerness youâd never before witnessed, and your breath grew harder to catch as Aegon crowded closer. His lips - chapped, but warm and not entirely unpleasant - pressed to every inch of skin he could find; your cheek, your chin, the column of your throat, your shoulder. He inhaled deeply and laughed, a surprised sound, as his gaze lifted to meet yours.
âYou stink of dragon,â he teased, eyes glimmering with a mirth youâd missed - a lighthearted joy you hoped would remain - as his words recalled the words you leveled at him in the early days of your marriage. âIt suits you, my queen.â
âA worthwhile exchange,â you assured him, hand returning to his hair as he nosed at the hinge of your jaw.
âWeâll ride again,â he promised you, pressing a soft kiss to your skin. âAny time you want, all you need is to ask.â
Aegon pressed you back, then, allowing the backs of your knees to press against the footboard of the bed, and you squealed as he tipped you toward the soft bedding. When you rested on the bed, legs hanging over the end, Aegon followed you down.
âLook at you,â he hummed, voice low as he ghosted kisses across your skin, âmy queen of ice, melting beneath your dragonâs touch.â
Without thought, you heard yourself ask, âAre you?â Doubt still lingered in the back of your mind.
Though his lips pressed to your skin, Aegon responded with a somewhat distracted, âAm I what?â
âMy dragon?â
The possessive was clear, easy to hear, and the question was unmistakable. The doubt that lingered shined bright, obvious, and Aegon sighed as he continued to press kisses to your skin.
âI am yours,â he promised, fingers lacing with yours as his lips pressed to the warm column of your throat, âentirely.â
It was not a promise you could yet believe, not a promise that you would allow yourself to fall victim to, and he seemed to understand your reluctance as you whispered, âAegonâŚâ
âI know,â he confirmed, tone softening as he continued pressing kisses to your heated skin. He trailed down your chest, blazing a path down your stomach and over your hips, and the beat of your heart pounding in your ears nearly drowned out the words he spoke. âIâve been a terrible husband,â he acknowledged, violet eyes lifting to meet yours. âWorst of all, Iâve not exposed you to the most incredible joy of marriage - pleasure,â he declared, sinking to his knees at the foot of the bed. âBut, from now on, I devote myself to seeking pleasure with you.â
A breath caught in your throat. Though your thoughts were muddled, uncertain - rational thought disappearing with each kiss he pressed to your skin - your stomach flipped at the potential weight of his declaration. âDoes that⌠are youâŚ?â The question would not escape, mostly for fear of misunderstanding, but Aegon understood.
âNo more streets of silk,â he whispered, lips pressing to the heated skin just above your knee, âno Flea Bottom. You are the only one I want, the only one I need.â There was a certainty in his voice, a desperate need for you to understand, but you were hesitant. And when you blinked, uncertain, Aegon pressed his forehead to your heated skin. âYou have no reason to believe me, to trust me, but I will prove myself to you. I will be worthy of you.â
âOh, Aegon,â you sighed, fingers carding through the silver strand of his hair as he busied himself with pressing eager kisses to every inch of skin he could reach - lighting a fire that burned bright within you. âYou are worthy.â
Aegon hummed, acknowledging heâd heard you, before he returned his gaze to yours. He searched, for just a moment, before he confessed, âIâve been drinking, waiting while the knights and squires enjoy themselves. Iâve not⌠The only whores Iâve bedded as of late are the ones that look like you and even that is not enough.â
âThe night of the feast,â you whispered, nodding. âYou marveled at how much I looked like your wife.â
âGods,â he huffed with a shake of his head, âI hoped that was you. I wasnât sure. It felt like a dream, seeing you in my bed. I⌠Iâve been frustrated, as of late. I thought you would not want me. When you told me you felt as if you were little more than a burden I must bear, I⌠All Iâve wanted is you. Iâm sorry I allowed you to believe otherwise.â
âThen have me,â you encouraged, as an understanding began to creep into your mind. âTake what you need from me, my love.â
Aegonâs fingers dug into the plush of your thigh, grounding himself to the moment for fear it was all a dream - something pleasant he would wake from violently, with his mother ripping the sheets from his body or his grandsire yelling insults at him - before glassy violet eyes lifted to meet yours.
âYou are kinder to me than you should be.â
âLove is meant to be kind,â you whispered, your heart aching as he clung to you. âI want to be kind to you.â
For a long moment, Aegon simply stared at you. Words seemed to fail him - all thought lost to the ether as your statement lingered in the silence - but you both knew he preferred action.
Without sparing another moment, he returned his attention to your body, splayed just for him.
In the beginning, though he was attentive - pressed kisses to your cheeks, your lips, your throat - Aegon offered little in the way of true pleasure. Sex was a duty, a chore you shared in an attempt to secure an heir for the throne, but this was something else entirely.
Little seemed to exist outside of the pair of you. All you could find the strength to focus on was the eager press of Aegonâs mouth to your heated skin.Â
The warmth you felt was unfamiliar, indescribable, as he pressed his mouth to the plush of your inner thigh. He nipped at the sensitive skin, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh, and you could feel a fluttering in the pit of your stomach as his eyes began to darken.Â
With each nip of his teeth, with each swipe of his tongue, you allowed quiet gasps to fall from your lips unbidden and each noise only spurred him on.
And as his fingers tugged at the fabric hiding you from his searching gaze, you resisted the urge to cover yourself and, instead, relaxed beneath his touch. Though you felt an overwhelming vulnerability, you were offering Aegon the opportunity to earn the trust he sought.Â
âMy beautiful wife,â he whispered, fingers digging into the plush of your thigh as he spared you a glance. âI intend to make up for lost time when our guests leave us. For now, Iâll settle for introducing you to pleasure.â
Before you could question him, Aegon leaned in and licked a stripe along the length of your slit with the flat of his tongue. Your fingers tugged at his hair as a gasp escaped your lips, and you could feel his mouth curve into a grin as he settled between your thighs. The sensation was new, odd but you hated the thought of losing it as he licked at you leisurely.
Though your absence had doubtlessly been noticed, Aegon was clearly in no rush.
Settled between your thighs, he seemed to struggle to decide whether to close his eyes and enjoy himself or keep them open and watch the bewildered look on your face morph into unabashed pleasure as his hand lifted and his thumb pressed to your clit. As your thighs jerked, fingers gripping his hair tighter, Aegon hummed against you.
âBetter than the sweetest wine,â he mumbled, words muffled by your skin a he lapped at your leaking arousal.
Every swipe of his tongue, every press of his fingers, sent shockwaves down your spine. Your skin felt warm, feverish, and you suddenly found yourself understanding the few women who eagerly disappeared with husbands who lavished them with affection.
Pleasure was something foreign - a concept youâd only read about - but the experience was better than you couldâve imagined as Aegon eagerly sank into you. His fingers began searching, gathering the slick that coated his lips and chin, and pressed to your entrance. As you tensed, preparing for the uncomfortable intrusion, Aegon hummed.
âRelax for me,â he whispered, warm breath fanning over your skin and earning him a shiver. âThis will feel good,â he promised. âLet me make it good for you.â
With a little effort, you attempted to relax beneath Aegonâs touch. It was difficult, when the only experience you had to call upon was the discomfort of your earlier encounters, but he seemed so earnest. And, as he waited, he continued lapping at the slick gathered between your thighs.
Throughly distracted by the press of his tongue to your aching cunt, the foreign sensation of warmth in the pit of your stomach, you managed to keep from tensing as Aegon pressed a finger to your entrance.
The ease of his touch was different than the quick, rough thrusts youâd grown used to and you found yourself sighing in a mixture of relief and pleasure as his thumb rubbed circles over the bundle of nerves. As foreign as the entire experience felt, you found yourself enjoying it more with every passing moment.
Until, however, a pressure began to build at the base of your spine.
When you tensed, gasping as you attempted to make sense of the new sensation, Aegon cooed. âDonât fight it, my love,â he urged, fingers continuing to press into you - touch further igniting the spark blazing across your skin. âLet go for me.â
With a cry of pleasure, a noise you lifted a hand to cover, you felt the blaze swallow you whole. Aegon pressed forward, eagerly lapping up your release, and your vision began to white around the edges as he hummed.
For a moment, everything ceased to exist.
There was only the ragged sound of your breathing and the uneven thump of your heart as you attempted to make sense of the intense warmth you felt.Â
All too suddenly, however, a pang of discomfort drew your attention back to Aegon whose teeth sank into the soft flesh of your hip. âThat was your peak,â he explained, grinning as his thumb continued to rub soft circles over the bundle of nerves - eyes glimmering with an unrestrained joy with every twitch of your limbs. âHow did it feel?â
Unable to make proper sense of your own thoughts, and unable to choose your words with your usual careful precision, you hummed. âFine,â you whispered, though your twitching thighs and hips chasing his touch as he pulled away betrayed you. He met your lackluster review with a raised brow, waiting for elaboration. âI think I need another to truly understand the joy of it.â
A laugh, genuine and all too pleased, escaped Aegon as he stood. He made quick work of his own clothing, pushing the fabric to the ground without a care, as he shook his head. âIâm afraid you were meant to be my wife,â he teased, climbing onto the bed to join you with a look that only served to bring a reader warmth to your skin. âAnd Iâm afraid Iâll have to spend the rest of my life between your thighs, making up for lost time.â
âYouâve a duty to the realm,â you reminded him, though it sounded weak in your own ears - a flimsy rebuff as he tipped his head to press his mouth to your throat once more.
âMm, but my first duty is to my wife and Iâve neglected her long enough. The realm can wait,â he announced.
Aegon settled above you and, for the first time, there was no stench of wine - no fumbling hands, no unsteady swaying. He was present, eager, and overwhelmingly affectionate as his mouth pressed to your heated skin.Â
Any lingering doubt, any fear that this time might be like the few others, dissipated as his hand explored your heated skin. His touch was light, almost teasing, as his fingers brushed your chest, your stomach, your thighs. You could feel his lips curve into a smirk with every soft noise you made and, as something of a reward, his touch grew steadier the louder your noises grew.
âI want to hear you,â he assured you, his hand dipping between your spread thighs to gather the slick pooling there. âSound divine, moaning for me.â
As he babbled, words of praise escaping his lips in a near incoherent stream - never once falling quiet, though you found yourself unsurprised - he reached for the base of his cock. The head dragged through your folds, gathering slick, before it notched at your entrance.
Unlike previous encounters, Aegon took his time sinking into you.
With one hand pressed into the mattress near your head, the other gripping your hip so tight you feared it would bruise, he pressed forward slowly - deliberately. There was no rush, no frantic urge to reach the end, and you felt your breath catch in your throat as his forehead pressed to yours.
The noise Aegon made rivaled your own and you found yourself lost in him.
Soft silver curls, disheveled from your fingers raking through them; darkened violet eyes, torn between watching your face and eying the way you took his cock; parted lips, swollen and red from kissing you - he looked beautiful, and you wasted no time telling him so as you lifted a hand to cup his cheek.
âSo beautiful,â you whispered, voice cracking with an emotion you couldnât quite place. Aegon paused - slow, deliberate thrusts stopping - as he blinked in surprise. His lips parted, however, before he could speak, you offered him a reassuring smile. âMy beautiful king,â you continued, fingers brushing his flushed cheeks, âmy beautiful husband.â
A strangled noise escaped his throat at your compliment and his cheeks and chest flushed a deep pink, a stark contrast to the fine silver of his hair. In lieu of response, however, he simply lowered his head and pressed his lips to yours.
The hand on your hip moved, thumb returning to the bundle of nerves that sent shockwaves down your spine, and for the first time, you found yourself enjoying the moment.
There was no worry as to whether this would provide the realm the heir they so desperately wanted, no worry as to whether Aegon may leave you wanting - there was no worry at all. Instead, all you felt was a pleasant warmth, the eager press of your husbandâs lips to yours and the weight of him atop you, and you allowed yourself to revel in the feeling as the pressure youâd felt earlier began to return.
Aegon seemed to be near his own end, his thrusts gaining speed and force - though it was still far more pleasant than anything youâd ever experienced - and his lips parted from yours as he inhaled sharply.
Time seemed to slow and speed, all at once. Everything blurred into a searing warmth, all-encompassing and overwhelming. The edges of your vision turned white and you felt yourself plunge headfirst into the depths of pleasure as Aegon buried his face in the crook of your neck. His own release followed yours, the end sweeter than anything either of you had experienced thus far, and you couldnât help but cling to him as he buried himself deep inside.
For several long moments, Aegon remained above you - more of his weight pressing you into the mattress with every second that passed. You both fought to catch your breath, chests heaving and ears ringing, and you couldnât help the laughter that bubbled in your throat as he lifted his head to glance at you.
âIâm dying, and youâre laughing?â He rolled his eyes, though there was a fond warmth in the question as he pulled away to lay beside you.
Rather than placing distance between you, Aegon tugged you into his side - wrapped an arm around your waist and nearly hauled your body atop his - and returned his face to the crook of your neck as you laughed a bit harder. âI just, I didnât know it could feel like that,â you explained, still marveling at the lingering warmth you felt.
Aegon remained silent for a long moment, seeming to gather his thoughts, before he sighed and pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder. âIâm sorry. It shouldâve been like that all along,â he declared, hand returning to your hip as he attempted to pull you closer. âI didnât want to disappoint you, or make you unhappy, but that seems to be all Iâve done,â he lamented. âBut I promise, that will change.â
âSo long as youâre with me, I think Iâll be happy enough,â you assured him, reaching out to cup his cheek once more - smiling as he leaned in to the touch. âI was happy to be betrothed to you, you know. I thought you were handsome and funny, charming.â Aegon leaned in, then, and stole a soft kiss - unable to part from you now, it seemed, now that something had shifted - and you laughed as you sank into him. âPerhaps there will be another tourney come summer,â you hummed, lips barely parting from his, âto celebrate the kingâs heir.â
âPerhaps,â he agreed, nose brushing yours as violet eyes searched your face. âBut heir or no, Iâm glad to have you by my side.â
Though a small shred of doubt lingered in the back of your mind, a nagging feeling that made you nauseous, you swallowed it with a smile. Aegonâs attention was yours, his love was yours, and that was all you wanted. Certainty would come with time, with practice, and you were glad to spend as much time with him as he wanted.
The only thing youâd ever dreamt of - a husband that wanted you - was finally yours and, despite the rocky start to your marriage, you found yourself glad that it was Aegon.
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Author's Note: This may be fanon!Aegon but I just wanted something a little soft. He deserves some love. I was also a little nice to everyone but you know what, why not? It's fiction. Not sure how it got this long but here we are.
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" an accidental lover's bruise " | DRABBLE
â°â⤠all that just to cover up an accident | WC : â 1.0K
warning.s : mentions of hickies, no dialogue
"nothing actually happened, it's all one big misunderstanding."
pairing.s: demon brothers x GN!MC
PS: this is completely unserious LOL.
There are a multitude of reasons why it isn't best to assume the worst case scenario⌠Though you didn't expect that this would be one of them.
Picture this: you were walking along the wicked halls of the House of Lamentation, all to look for a specific demon. Perhaps you were cussing out yourself for that stupid accident, or simply hissing in annoyance. Nonetheless, you needed a color corrector to cover up an awful bruise behind your neck.
Strolling through the halls, you've wondered: had this house grew larger? Or are you just. .
. . . lost?
Before you can make a proper judgment, Mammon spots you. He clings onto you like a magnetic force, skin so close to merging with yours. Leaving the GREAT Mammon's sight was unacceptable! Something bad would've happened if you aren't under his watch. What's got ya looking so distraught? Of course his presence could be intimidating, but- Hey! Don't look too scared!!
You wonder if he secretly wants something or is hiding from Lucifer. Other than that, you told him of your unique 'endeavors'. Asmodeus' room? Why do ya gotta be there?
As you were about to explain that embarrassing accident, you were then interrupted by Lucifer. The once composed Avatar looked furious, his eyes glowing brighter than the candlelight. Mammon flinched at the sight. 'So it was the latter.'
It's the usual banter, there's not much to add. You carefully walk away from the sign, back turned against them. Finally! Asmo's roomâ
Eh!?
You felt Lucifer grab you by the arm, turning you around as he inspected your body. In the glimpse of an eyes and- Aha! There it is.
A purplish blue patch at the back of your neck. Reddish hues surround the patch, not to mention how glaringly dark it was. It made it visible, for even a misplaced strand is easily noticeable â at least, in Lucifer's eyes. You begin to wail out protests as you were dragged across the hallway.
Lucifer needed an explanation, but since Mammon was also there to witness the albeit improper reveal, the eldest chose to take you to the living room instead of his office. To be fair, they all required an explanation. How dare you frolic with another? It hurts his pride seeing the remains of your infidel. The mere thought of you laying your precious body for a lower demon left a bitter taste in his mouth.
Mammon was shocked. Eyes wide, jaw drop as he saw that pesky bruise. Did you...? Oh. How could you. He looked closer, tracing a finger along the back of your neck. Ever the greedy demon that he is, Mammon saw red. Whoever dared place their lips on your skin shall be gifted the modest offer of torture.
Alright, so now you were in the living room. Hair and coverings pushed aside to display that bruise to everyone. Everyone.
Leviathan nearly dropped his console, watching someone else's mark on your skin. In a rather intimate area of all places. Oh sure, he understands... You wouldn't want it to be him to leave the marks, did you? Snake fangs weren't the most pleasurable, but he didn't think you'd let others do that to you... Ugh. Normies. It makes sense that you would. The Otaku could only stand up, walking away. Don't follow him, he needs some time.
Satan was... fine. Oh he was fine. He congratulates you for your rendezvous. He sees that you're looking for remedies to soothe the ailment? Not to worry, you can oh so kindly ask him. Different demons exhibit different mannerisms in marking their mates, but this would be as simple as a healing spell. Hm? Oh kitten he isn't mad. Don't mind the pen's ink splattered on the couch, or the visible dent on the book he's holding.
Human, you better guard yourself. Beelzebub is currently holding his brother, Belphegor, in a tight grip. The younger of the two was enrages, ready to pounce on that filthy, pathetic, son of a bâ
Beel was beyond disappointed, but his eyes held a glint of worry. Not just for you, but for everyone. He wasn't given too much time to react, as his immediate instinct was to be sure his twin didn't come after anyone's blood at that instant.
Nevertheless, the room was a mess. Everyone has their own ways of coping with this tragedy. Their poor lamb, tainted! Pristine skin claimed by a lowly soul!! UNACCEPTABLE!!
Asmodeus gasped; he was beyond baffled. Worried for you, he goes to inspect the mark closer. He needs names. He needs answers, he needs an address. He needs to get his nails at â
wait ! !
When Asmodeus inspects it closer, brownish-orange eyes squinting to get a better look. . . hey. That wasn't a hickey. Far from it, looked more like a tennis ball was poorly aimed and shot directly at the back of your neck at 30mph.
You could only sigh, your hand sliding from your eyes down to your chin. Duh. Asmodeus pities you, pulling you into a tight hug as he dramatically cries out in your expense. Sure, he was glad to know that you were certainly not being taken advantage of by someone no-good, and that you're all safe from the hands and mouths of others. But at the same time... Darling, were you alright?
He couldn't help but worry. Humans were such fragile creatures; earning nearing permanent markings from unexpected accidents. It won't take long before he's whining how you should take care of yourself, pulling you into his room while rummaging through his many containers for the perfect shade match. And undertone. And foundation. Oh! Don't forget the human-safe setting spray!
You came out of your room expecting to only be needing to find the shade-matching concealer. You didn't expect to have to prepare a 100 slide PowerPoint presentation to explain yourself.
A/N: Hey, Eden here! Yes, this was an unserious prompt as an attempt to loosen up a bit. I eliminated Dialogue for both comedic effect as well as to try and incorporate character-driven elements without lines and stuff.
Is it good? Eh it's enough. Did I have fun writing this? Absolutely!! That is all for now, haha. Expect edits once I wake up- or not :"DD
divider/s by @/cafekitsune
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Serendipity Series
Summary: (AU) In every lifetime, Sung Jinwoo will make sure to leave a mark on your soul. To always accompany you as your devoted husband to his lovely and cute wife, no matter what...
Watching from a distance, Sung Jinwoo slowly savoured the taste of the wine in his glass, his fingers clenching the fragile stem. He restrained his anger as he witnessed your betrothed humiliate you and revoke your engagement for his mistress. Painting you as a villain to everyone as that foolish of a man flaunts his infidelity called 'love'.
Sung Jinwoo couldn't help but sneer at them and find fate laughable.
He has always been determined to have you as his wife, no matter what. However, fate has a twisted sense of humour. It seems, that in order, for him to have you, you must first endure humiliation and a broken engagement.
If fate is going to play its hand, then don't blame him if he turns the situation to his advantage and claims you as his own. And as for those who have wronged you, they will face the consequences of his wrath.
Disclaimer: I donât own anything except for my characters and plot.
Warning/Genre: Romance, AU, drama, broken engagement, Yandere (Sorry for the miss grammar)
Chapter 1 - Stupidity
In a banquet hosted by the royal family in the palace, your betrothed, the crown prince hugs his first love protectively in his arms and condemns you without hesitation in front of all the nobles in the kingdom.
A smug smirk on his lips as he looked down on you while you, on the other hand, glared up at him.
The anger that has built over the years was on the verge of breaking as your supposed fiance embarrassed not only you but your family with the breakdown of your engagement.
Your name is Eliana Anderson. You are the eldest child of the Anderson household and the prestigious and precious daughter of the Primes Minister Anderson of your kingdom.
Ever since you came of age, you have been betrothed to the crown prince by the king without your father's approval.
You're the only daughter in your family and your father has always doted on you so of course the matters of your betrothal have been a sensitive and meticulous topic to your father. Not wanting to give his precious daughter to some boorish, unruly bastards.
And so receiving a marriage decree from the king, accompanied by a threat to your family, made your father furious beyond belief that you and your mother worried he might faint from anger.
Your father protested with all his might to deny this engagement, knowing how corrupt the current royal family is and how uncontrolled and malicious the current crown prince is but to no avail; the king ignored him.
In the end, you didn't have a choice but to follow, not wanting your family to end up in a difficult situation by opposing the king.
The crown prince does share the same sentiment on not wanting this engagement; however, that didn't stop him from showing his disgust at you. In fact, he seemed to revel in the opportunity to humiliate you whenever the chance arose.
The torment he has shown you since the first day of your engagement has never ceased, and continues even to this day.
And now he's hellbent on not only humiliating you but also destroying and smearing your family's reputation through the mud.
Letting out a breath, you calmed yourself, knowing that acting hysterical wouldn't benefit you nor save your family from the predicament this prince has thrown at you.
However, the urge to slap this idiot prince was so dangerously tempting that you had to close your eyes, and instead, a cold smile appeared on your lips and looked at your 'fiance'.
"If I may ask Your Highness, what crime have I committed that warrants you painting me as a malicious villain in front of everyone?" You coldly asked, your smile darkening as your hand clenched tighter on the fan you were holding.
Suddenly, a coquettish voice interrupted, "Lady Eliana, please stop lying and admit to your sins. Please don't make this harder than it is."
It was the woman whom your fiance had 'fallen' for. A woman who has brown shoulder-length hair, dopey downturned eyes and dressed in a white gown that accentuated her slim figure.
She has that pure, innocent beauty that always seems to attract men who want to unconsciously protect her.
It was the crown prince's 'first love', Amy Wilson, the illegitimate daughter of Baron Wilson, who was currently nestled in your fiance's arms.
Cowering and trembling as tears gathered in her eyes, looking like a small doe in front of everyone as she tried to confront you, earning her sympathy and pitying looks especially the crown prince and his stupid group of cronies.
You, however, were given a dark and condemning look from them.
You couldn't help but spit in disgust in your heart as you coldly looked at her.
She's a woman completely opposite of you, who has sharp and cold eyes, and whenever you look at the crown prince, a lingering disgust shows in your eyes.
Your once slender and petite frame is now tall and lean, the result of the training you have suddenly undergone to learn self-defence as you were pushed as the crown princess.
Truly a complete opposite from your past self. No more the naivety and joy in your once soft features.
Hearing her words, you sneered.
"As far as I know Lady Tr- Lady Wilson, I have only given you fair warnings on your behaviour and to maintain your distance as Your Highness is my betrothed. As for the accusations of harming you, unfortunately, I do not know of them nor have I done them."
You said as you gave them a cold smile behind your fan, patting yourself for catching yourself from calling that woman 'trash'.
That right, you have labelled that woman 'Trash' the moment she seduced the crown prince and tried to harm you.
Why, you ask?
It's not because you love that rotten bastard but because, in your eyes, the crown prince is a rotten garbage. And since there is a rotten garbage, it only makes sense that it has to be thrown in the trash and that trash is none other than Amy Wilson.
Hiding behind the crown prince's arms, that trash gave you a sly look.
You couldn't help but feel a disgusting chill run down your spine as an unsettling feeling settled in your stomach.
As far as you know, your actions thus far have been appropriate as a crown princess. Neither have you crossed the line of letting your feelings interfere nor have you remained ignorant of the situation to let it escalate.
You didn't hurt this woman in any form, only giving her a fair warning and if you did, you have your servants to witness it. As for the 'evidence' they have presented earlier, if experts, the kings and higher people in ranks were to investigate it, they would know it was nothing but fraud.
It's nothing but false evidence made by both the crown prince and his stupid group of cronies who were supposedly the next heirs to some of the most influential families in your kingdom and yet have been seduced so easily under such a contemptuous woman.
Regardless, they were nothing but brats who only rode their family's coattails and were nothing but a nuisance, using their power to abuse those who were weak and under them.
Thinking so, you curse them again in your heart and tried to calm your nerves as cold sweat still continues to run down your back.
"We have given and presented undisputable evidence, Eliana. Stop your nonsense and admit to it." The crown prince spoke with impatience in his voice, shaking his head as if he were speaking to a child.
Your eyebrow twitched hearing him calling you by your name so directly with such audacity.
If it were any other situation, you would have refuted him without reserve however since you were in such a situation, you can't do so recklessly or else your entire family would be dragged further than it already is.
Suddenly, the crown prince caught your eyes and gave a malicious smirk before declaring.
"Since your actions show just how much of an unreasonable and vile you are. How could I accept you as the crown princess and be the future mother of the kingdom! Hence, as of today, Eliana Anderson, you are stripped of your title as the crown princess and from now on Lady Amy Wilson will be the crown princess. Guards! Arrest her and throw her into prison for the crime of harming the crown princess."
You stared, speechless, at the crown prince at such absurdity.
That is when the unsettling feeling you have since you entered this ball completely grasps your whole being as if a slap hit you on the face. A whisper in the back of your mind becomes louder and louder as you feel something within you is on the verge of breaking.
You have always known that the crown prince was a good-for-nothing bastard. A spoiled bastard who only does whatever he pleases but it wasn't to the point of complete idiocy especially when it comes to you as your betrothal was one of the stepping stones on why he became the crown prince however it seems you have overestimated him.
Feeling your arms being restrained by the knights, you struggled. Your control over your emotions slowly slips as your frustrations and anger show.
You tried to regulate your breathing as you looked at the bastard before you, smiling mockingly as you gradually cracked under him.
He turns his head to look at your father who is now being restrained by the knights also when he tried to charge in your defence. A sickening smile on his lips as he taunted your father.
"Ah, Duke Anderson, unfortunately, you'll have to step down from your position as well since the evidence of your embezzlement and illegal actions have been presented to the king. The king has also decided that Marquis Henlyn will be replacing you as the Prime Minister."
Hearing this you curse the crown prince at such an abrupt accusation.
Your father with embezzlement?! Illegal actions?! being replace?!
Such stupidity!
Your father has been nothing but upright and loyal to the kingdom and its people. If it wasn't for him, this kingdom would have long fallen because of its corrupt royal family!
And now he's being falsely accused!? And on top of it, your father is being replaced by Marquis Henlyn who has been rumoured to have smuggled weapons and slavery between your kingdom and the other countries!
Just what kind of parasite is in that bastard's head to have allowed this especially the king!
You gritted your teeth as you yelled, "Your Highness, do you even realize what you're doing?! If you allow this, not only you and the imperial family will be implicated but the kingdom and its people as well! You say my father has done illegal doings and yet haven't you heard that Marquis Henlyn has smuggled not only weapons but has done illegal trading of slavery of our people! My father has been nothing but loyal and honest! Evidence?! It is nothing but a farce! "
Surely even this prince knows how impossible it was to replace your father as his hard work is more evident than this so-called ' evidence'.
Your father's power and authority are the sole reason he's the current crown prince. Removing you and your father would be a foolish move even the king knows this thus the reason he has given that marriage decree without your family's permission and yet why this?!
However, it seems not only have you overestimated the prince but that of the king as well as the prince laughed at you and leaned down as he whispered.
"Do you really think my father cares about your family now that your father has crossed his line? Not only has your father obstructed the royal family again and again, but this time, my father has had enough and since I have gained your father's authority and power, I no longer have any need of your family and my father wholeheartedly agreed to it."
Realization dawned on you as your eyes widened at the truth. A small yet audible sound of snapping resounded in you.
Suddenly a loud heartbroken cry erupted in your throat as you struggled fiercely, no longer caring for anything or your appearance.
Annoyed by your resistance, one of the knights kicks the back of your knees, resulting in you slamming your kneecap onto the floor.
Pain shot through your body. Your eyes reddened and tears welled up, not only from the pain but your control over your bottled emotions have now dissipated.
Gone! Everything you have worked hard for is now gone!
You shook your head and bit your lips until it bleed.
No, this can't be happening!
Even if you hated the crown prince, your position as the crown princess was the only thing that you couldn't let go of.
After all, because of the marriage decree these unscrupulous, unreasonable people have shoved down your throat, you have no choice but to let go of him. Someone so important in your life was exchanged for something you didn't want.
Feeling your cheeks wet, you realize that your tears have finally fallen.
Regret fills you to the point of suffocation as your mind unconsciously remembers the young boy you adored the moment you met him.
How you wish to have held his hand longer...
A/N: I'm sorry for the delay. A relative of mine has passed away and it has been stressful and with work thrown in. It had been chaotic instead which made it harder for me to write and edit.
Though I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of the Serendipity Series! If it's not too much, please comment on your thoughts. Thank you!
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Culpa mea
Synopsis: All will pay the price for their follies. Even you. One mistake drove a wedge between you and your betrothed. Now, with a looming war, you must make choices that will alter your life. For better or worse. Pairing: Jacaerys x targtower!reader Warnings: None. A/N: English is not my first language, so please excuse any errors.
ALICENT HIGHTOWERâS FINAL BIRTH was the most excruciating. Hours of pain and sweat-glistened skin until, finally, shrilling screams drowned out her sobs of exhaustion. A set of twins. Boy and a girl. Daeron is the spitting image of dragon blood, silver hair, and amethyst eyes. You, however, had dark hair with tinges of red and deep dark eyes that turned to the colour of a dying ember when caught in light.Â
You were unlike any of your siblings. You lacked the inherent cruelty seeded in Aemond and Aegon, but possessed the spiritedness lacking in Helaena. Growing up, you were aware of the games and power struggles that were woven into the undercurrents of your family, yet remained ambivalent. When your mother warned you about not getting too close to Rhaenyraâs âbastardâ children, you paid no mind. Not like you had any idea what it meant, either. You happily went out to play with them, anyway. Until the incident, at least.
Aemond got into a fight with Luke, which lost him an eye. You were furious. Your brother lost his eye, yet your father did nothing. No one punished Lucerys. Instead, your father declared you betrothed to Jacaerys while you seethed at them behind your motherâs skirts. That night, he came to you; you demanded he and his brother apologise to Aemond but Jacaerys argued Aemond was in the wrong. The quarrel ended in no resolution and you saying âMother was right, we should have never associated with bastards!âÂ
Which you came to regret. You stayed up all night, tossing and turning, thinking of how you would apologise to Jacaerys when you see him again. Come morning, your mother declared you are to be sent away to Old Town with Daeron. She would not have her blood sullied by a bastard and your grandfather came up with the idea to send you away until they could find a proper âfixâ. Though Alicent and Otto promised Viserys that theyâd call you back when you are of marriageable age.
âââ ¡ ăďžâ: .â˝ . :âďž. âââ
Six years later,
YOUR GRANDSIRE has yet to convince your father to break off your engagement to Jacaerys and find a more âsuitableâ match. According to your father, there is no more suitable a match than the heir to the Iron Throne. When the Viserys fell ill, your mother reluctantly calls you back at his behest. You arrive post-haste on the back of Silverwing, donning Hightower Green and a pendant of the seven. You saw something flicker in your motherâs eyes when she received you, but it dissipates as quickly.
Your sister arrived with her uncle husband and their brood. Soon youâre at the grand hall, standing with your mother and siblings, in opposition to your eldest sister and her children. There were two more since you last saw them. Jace had grown up to be quite handsome as well. Heâd make a fine King, even more so once starts slouching less. You eagerly await until you finally his gaze and offer a small smile, but he looks away. It was like a knife piercing your heart. You have not left on the best of terms, yet a part of you hoped that there was room for reconciliation. You sent him letters, profusely apologising for your words and offering amendments. Yet all went unanswered. It wore on you that things might never go back to the way it was. And part of it was your fault. In your rumination, you almost did not react when Daemon cut Vaemondâs head off. But that was the conclusion of a strenuous ordeal. Alas, the worst was still to come.
Supper was a tense affair. Your father decided to play pretend a happy family for one night and who could deny him? You often forgot that Viserys Targaryen was your father. That fire ran through your veins. Perhaps it was for the best. Perhaps forgetting you were a Targaryen meant that envy and resentment wouldnât consume you as they consumed your brothers. But their anger was misplaced. But it was also seeded by your grandfather. You may have been away, but you were not ignorant of what was at play here. The distance may have given you more clarity in your judgement.
You were sat opposite Jacaerys who avoided your gaze at all costs, finding the uncomfortable toasts far more interesting before giving one himself. Though you revelled in Aegonâs uncomfortable expression when Helaena made her toast, andit turned indignant once Jacaerys invited her to dance. The table settled into a somewhat comfortable atmosphere, and you took a few sips of wine as a personal celebration of that achievement. Though you should have known better when Aemond suddenly stood to give his toast.Â
âCome, let us drain our cups to these threeâŚstrong men.â
Your heart sank into your stomach when he finished his sentence. It was a good thing that your father was taken to his chambers a while ago. The grip on your goblet tightens as a fight ensues and the weakly woven tapestry of a loving family completely unravels. You all get sent to bed by Daemon and on your way out, you distantly hear about them leaving for Dragonstone.
As the night got eaten away by daylight, you awaken to the sounds of bells and panic as a heavy dread settles within you. And your instinct did not betray you. Your father was dead and Aegon would be king.
âââ ¡ ăďžâ: .â˝ . :âďž. âââ
YOU PACE RESTLESSLY, stone clacking underfoot and fire crackling in the hearth. Nothing felt right. And it wasnât just Aegon being missing. Why would your father, who unwaveringly insisted Rhaenyra was his heir, change his mind regarding something so detrimental and only express it in his dying breath with no other witnesses? You did not have the highest opinion of King Viserys, but knew he had the wisdom to know better. You paused in your steps, casting a side-long glance at your mother, who sat at the table with steepled fingers and a contemplative look with no show of guilt. So either your father truly had a change of heart on his deathbed or something else was at play here. Though your mother was clever, much of her cunning came from Otto's influence. She would never have been capable of lying about something like this. At least, not without it surfacing in her countenance.
âYour grace,â Ser Coleâs voice pulled you both out of your stupor as he stepped aside to reveal Aegon at the doorway. They found him, and you do not know what to feel except the lead-like weight settling on your chest. You were not one to believe in bad omens. It was but a creation of the cynical human mind that was incapable of believing in anything good. But you werenât so sure anymore.
The coronation was arranged swiftly with all of Kingâs Landing gathered in the Sept to watch the crowing of a new dragon. You almost pitied Aegon seeing his downtrodden stance as he walked down the aisle. But you also knew Aegon. Once he tasted power, this will all become a happy memory. Your mother greeted him with a small kiss on the forehead before handing him over to your grandfather. You press your lips in a thin line and let your gaze wander to the crowd. Somany faces, all of whose fate lives in the House of The Dragon. No matter who wins the game, they lose. As the Septon recited prayers, you noticed a hooded figure in the crowd who reeked of suspicion, but your attention was pulled back to Aegon before you could follow it.Â
The conquerorâs crown now rested upon your brother. Aegon the Second, lord of the Seven Kingdoms. His eyes swept those at the altar as they lowered their heads, one by one. And with each one, you could see unearned pride seeping into his bones. You, too, lowered your head when the time came.
A slow smile formed on his lips as he turned to the crowds with arms wide open and they erupted into cheers. He revelled in it.Â
*SCREECH*
A sudden shrill permeated the halls, along with a cloud of smoke, and the cheers turned to screams of terror. You held on to Helaena, cowering as you whispered prayers for protection. Smallfolk pushed and shoved against one another, eager to escape the monster revealed to be Meleys as the dust settled.
âOPEN THE GATES!â Your grandfatherâs voice bellowed through the halls, your mother rushing to Aegon whose bravado dissipated like the heat of a burning ember submerged in water.
You slowly lift your head to see Rhaenys looking down proudly from her steed.
âââ ¡ ăďžâ: .â˝ . :âďž. âââ
YOU WERE THE USURPERS there was no doubt in your mind left. You had your suspicions, but Rhaenys siding with Rhaenyra cemented it. Truthfully, you should do nothing. You had all to lose and nothing to gain. But you had this pesky honour and integrity that does not allow inaction. Your mind wandered to Jacaerys. He was sure to believe you were involved in this betrayal, and with your father gone, there was no reason for your betrothal to continue. You swallowed hard, feeling a knot forming in your chest. All your hopes threaten to shatter into smithereens.
Before you could ruminate further, your door opened with a creak, followed by the urgent footsteps of your mother.
âIs all well, mother?â You ask, propping yourself back up against the pillows as you take in Alicentâs tense shoulders and fidgety hands. She gives you a small nod before taking a sit next to you. Dipping the mattress ever so slightly.
âI thought we should talk.â
âWell, it must be a rather disconcerting discussion to agitate you so,â you offer an easy smile.
Alicent tried to return the gesture. Instead, she reached forward to grasp your hand. âYour grandfather and I have been discussing your future. Now that Rhaenyra believes us to be usurpers to the throne, there is really no hope of reconciliation, as your father hoped.â
You feel your heart begin racing at your mother's words. The lead dug deeper into your chest, but you gestured for her to continue.
âSo weâve arranged for you to be wed to Aemond.â And the pendulum drops. You donât stop the tears prickling your eyes, but you try to keep your voice steady.
âBut Rhaenyra has yet to make an indication she wishes to dissolve the arrangement. If she believes us to be traitors, then usurping her sonâs betrothed after his throne would be the greatest offenceââ
âEnough.â Alicent firmly shuts down and further retorts from you. âYou do well to remember your place, daughter. And your place is next to a man of good breeding, like your brothers. Not some lowly bastard.â She spat out the last bit like spoilt wine.
âButââ
âNot. A. Word.â She squeezed your hands tight for emphasis before standing back up as if nothing happened. âAemond is at Stormâs end, and we will announce your betrothal once he returns.â With that finality, she left, leaving only the echoes of her fading footsteps.
Alone once more, you allow the sobs bubbling in your throat to be free. This can not be happening. As much as you skirted around your feelings for Jace, there was no point in hiding from them. You loved him. Yes, it waxed and waned over the years but never diminished. The walls were closing in. Like an encased tomb of a prisoner whose only salvation lay in suffocation. A passive victim of fate. No. You needed to move. You could go back to Old Town, but it would only be a temporary respite before Alicent ordered you to be brought back by your uncle.
There was only one path for you left. It was uncertain and dangerous. But you would not rest until you saw Jacaerys, and he assured you that you were truly alone in the world.
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JACAERYS VELARYON always knew deep down that he was a bastard. The words uttered under hushed whispers and his utter lack of resemblance to Laenor Velaryon. He always suppressed those insecurities. He and his brothers were loved by their parents. All three of them. And received acceptance from their grandfathers. What were the words of a few lowborns to the words of a king? But he never understood that words could leave welts like lashes until they came from the tongue of the one he loved in secrecy.Â
We should have never associated with bastards.Â
The immediate regret in her eyes was a balm of sorts but the damage was done anyway. So he left. Part of him believed that they were out of anger and not from the heart. But she said it anyway. Even so, he was ready to forgive and forget it all with one word of apology. The messengers came and went but with none for him. Still, he perhaps deluded himselfinto believing she would be different despite Alicentâs influence.
He thought wrong.
âAre you sure of it?â Rhaenyra asked Master Gerardys once more.
âYes, my queen, it is said that Queen Alicentâs younger daughter wishes to marry her brother Aemond and dissolve the betrothal with the crown prince.â
Jacaerys curled his fingers, nails digging into the flesh of his palm. âAnd what of it?â He snapped. âThe betrothal is of no benefit to us and if she is willing to marry Lukeâs killer then it is all the more good reason to dissolve it!â
The eyes of the entire council landed on him at his sudden outburst but his mother just knowingly smiled. âWe have more pressing matters to attend than a supposedly dissolved betrothal, anyway.â The queen smoothly changed subjects, which Jacaerys was grateful for but it never left his mind.
Later in the evening, Jacaerys sat opposite his mother's desk with his cheek on his hand, looking over papers. At least trying to. âIt does not befit a prince to pout.â Rhaenyra chided with all but anger in her voice.
âIâm not pouting,â he murmured without a change in his stance.
Rhaenyra sighed, pulling her sonâs hands into her own. âYou truly did not believe thatââ
âI do not wish to speak of it,â Jace swiftly interrupted.
âVery well,â she let go of his hands with a small squeeze. âBut I wish to speak of my sister and I know she would never betray you like that. However the greens are, my sisters have not a cruel bone in their body.
âYou know what she said to meââ
âI know, but that was years ago and her brother lost his eye. But I also saw the way she looked at you when we were in Kingâs Landing.â
Jace stiffened, swallowing the dryness in his throat, suddenly finding the woodgrains very interesting. âReally? I havenât noticed.â
Rhaenyra only smiled and reached over to cup his jaw. âI want you to be happy, do not let petty misunderstandings and political games take it away.â Jace looked away again, focusing on his lap instead as his mother pressed a small kiss on his hairline.Â
There was always the possibility of a carefully crafted misunderstanding between him and you, but he never allowed himself to fully consider it. To do so would risk hopeâhope that would only lead to his heart being shattered into dust again. So he chose to assume the worst, that you were just like your family, complicit in all their schemes.Â
Their moment would be soon interrupted by the heavy footsteps of Ser Erryk, who spoke with great urgency. âYour grace, weâve spotted a dragon not our own heading for the castle.â
Rhaenyra shot up, her expression hardening as she rushed toward the terrace, Jace following with his sword half-drawn. Her eyes narrowed as she scanned the sky, searching for the creature soaring among the clouds. It was far too small to be Vhagar. âStand down!â she barked, her voice sharp and commanding. The dragon drew closer, its form almost camouflaged by the grey skies, its dark silhouette flickering through the mist like a phantom.Â
Jacaeryâs hand dropped from the hilt of his sword in astonishment.
âItâs SilverwingâŚâ
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You land Silverwing on the shores of Dragonstone and feel anxiety reel its ugly head again. You have no idea how you will be received on your arrival. Especially after the stunt Aemond pulled. Putting it mildly. You were not close with your half-sister, but she always treated you kindly in your minimal interactions. However, you would not blame her for anyhostility or suspicion toward you. She has every reason to distrust you.
Even so, you steel yourself, disembarking from Silverwing and tightening your grip on your skirts. In hindsight, wearing green was probably not the wisest choice either. But it wouldnât be the first foolish decision youâve made on this journey. You keep your gaze so low as you ascend the steps to the castle that you almost miss the woman standing on the landing, her presence sharp and unmistakable.
âYâyour grace,â you stammer, stumbling back a step to avoid colliding with Rhaenyra. She doesnât move, only watches you with a gleam of curiosity in her eyes, the corners of her lips hinting at amusement. âIââ
"Youâve come a long way," she said, her words slicing through yours with practised ease. "We shall speak more on the eve." With that, she vanished insideâor so you assume, because everything blurred when you were met by a pair of smouldering brown eyes glaring from just behind her.
âJacaerys.â âââ ¡ ăďžâ: .â˝ . :âďž. âââ Note: This is definitely part 1 of 2. Thank you so much for reading <3 Inbox: Open
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Do you have a full master post of like your cowgirls lore, how they met, their backgrounds and situations they got in ect. I absolutely am obsessed with them.
Why thank you so so much
Iâve talked so much about them on here, but itâs scattered, and quite a lot of it has evolved lore wise
So letâs make this that master post:
Basic lore for this universe:
Set in a non specific time of the Wild West (implied to be the tail end of the era)
But with a magical twist. The folklore of things that are not quite human living alongside humanity is real, and they are hunted for their skin. It is a known fact that shapeshifters exist, and they are illegal. Though some peoples âmagic bloodâ donât always show itself as Shapeshifting, it can also appear as accelerated healing or acute senses. These people are generally referred to as beasts or animals
These transformations are hard on âbeasts,â they take up a lot of strength to preform them, and if youâre injured in one form, it can take time before youâre able to switch. If youâre injured enough it can be permanent.
Brunette: Flora Guerra
She was born to an Italian immigrant family with strict parents, as well as the youngest daughter to five other children. When she was 16, her parents arranged a courtship with a much older man. Flora was furious, this rage culminated in her first transformation, unfortunately this happened in front of the man as well as the rest of her family. They immediately turned their backs on her, disgusted with what she was. Terrified, she fled. She hopped on trains and resorted to petty theft to make her way west, to a land she hoped would be freer than the life she left behind!
Her first big brush with the law was when she stole her horse Bandit from a man who was treating him poorly. She fled the scene but only after shooting one officer. (Thus her first ever bounty was for murder)
Her main way of making money was seducing men and robbing them blind while they were distracted by her beauty, unfortunately she picked up the wrong trick one day, a notorious gang leader, who instead of shooting her outright, brought a then 17 year old Flora back to his gang. She became âhis girlâ and used her looks to help him get what he wanted.
In the gang however there was one man who was like her! He could turn into a wolf, like how she could turn into a jackalope, they formed a bond, and when the gang fell apart, he was the one to get her out safely.
Ginger: Mattie (Matilda) Hayes
Mattie is the eldest daughter of her odd family. Her father and mother immigrated from Ireland, her mother dying during childbirth of her youngest child, Ben. Because of this, Mattie became the sole caretaker of him, very much raising him herself. The entire family were beasts of some sort.
Mattie could turn into a fox from a young age, her brother as well started to transform around the same time. (Though he was a cougar)
Their father, was also odd, in more ways than just beastly. He was a sour old man with a mean streak, drink had a mighty hold on him. After an incident that broke the camels back, involving hateful words and a smashed beer bottle, Mattie had enough. In a fit of rage she set fire to her fatherâs barn, in the aftermath She packed her bags and set to leave. She tried to get Ben to come, but he refused and told her to never come back. So she listened.
At 18, her and her horse June travelled the desert, finding odd jobs, pulling off some robberies, and failing at pickpocketing, this left her with quite a price on her head.
After a couple years of travelling by herself, the way she preferred, she ran into Flora for the first time.
First meeting:
They met as their animals first, Mattie was trying to hunt Flora but got startled by her horns.
Later on, she was trying to rob a man on the side of the road. Only for Flora to swoop in at the last moment and get the trick instead. (By âsavingâ the man, but picking his wallet a moment later)
That night, Mattie was nursing her hurt ego by drinking her weight at a saloon, but alas she couldnât even enjoy her whiskey in peace, when the woman who stole her prize sat down at the bar with her.
Pissed off Mattie tried to storm away but bumped into an angry drunk, this turned into a full on bar fight. Which Flora dragged her away from and offered to patch up her wounds
They stuck together after that. But didnât become lovers till much later
Flora fell first, but Mattie fell harder.
JESUS this is long Iâm sorry
Anyways main plot:
Word gets to Mattie that her father is dead, and her younger brother has resorted to a life crime. He is being set to hang once heâs caught. She sets out to find him.
Floraâs old gang has picked up on her location, and they are hunting her down. Scared for Mattieâs safety she works with her old friend to figure out how to keep them off their trail.
The two of them have also been found out to be beasts by the law, so on top of being wanted because of their crimes, they are also being stalked by beast hunters.
Everything seems to be going okay, Mattie finds Ben, and together her and Flora help him get away from the noose, they look after him and bring them to their camp. They thought they were evading the hunters as well as the gang.
What they didnât know was that Ben still held a grudge for Mattie leaving. He blames her for their fatherâs ultimate death.
He rats them out, not only to the hunters, but to Floraâs old gang. He figured that if he gave them their location, the law would let him go. They took the bargain.
The hunters and the gang ambush them, Ben leading the way.
Flora gets injured during the fight in her human form. Ben nearly kills her.
The siblings go head to head in their beastly forms, and against all odds, the fox beats the lion, killing the last remaining member of her family.
Flora, incredibly injured, cannot transform, and for reasons unknown to Mattie, she cannot switch back.
Years pass, Flora has a limp that doesnât go away. She is never able to be her animal again. And Mattie, well, she didnât get too injured that day, though it seems like something broke inside because she lost her human form.
They move north together, and live a peaceful life, even though itâs not quite normal. What with Mattie being a fox and all that.
A decade or so after everything, theyâve been out of the life for a long time, is when Mattie finally finds herself again. Though sheâs very different to what she used to be, her human form had changed, more fox like and more wild, though still her. She can only take that form for bits at a time, but itâs something. Theyâre happy
If you read all of this⌠damn thank you!!
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My Dornish Love
Aemond Targaryen x Martell!reader
Warnings- arranged marriages, heavy implications of masturbation
Wc- 2.3k
I donât intend for this to be the only part, but weâll see.
part 2
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A marriage proposal between Martells and Targaryens isnât unheard of. But the Martells always refuse in the end. They were far too stubborn and prideful the council members would think.Â
There was a war coming, and everyone knew. The greens need all the support they can get. And having Dorne on their side can turn things around heavily. Dorne may not have large numbers of fighters, but their skills make up for it.Â
When Qoren Martell received a letter from Queen Alicent in hopes that he would accept a marriage between his eldest daughter and her second son. Everyone expected the prince to decline, but he surprised everyone by agreeing. It was a tour for her to get to know the Prince but it was clear the decision had already been made regardless.
When you, the princess, found out. You were furious.
âI donât understand, we have never accepted anything that would mean having Dorne become part of the kingdoms.â You paced in front of your father.
âAnd it is time to change that.â He says and you huff.Â
âYou know why theyâre doing this, the Targaryens are on the brink of yet another war and they are making sure to bring everyone into it.âÂ
âWe donât know that.âÂ
âYes we do, and youâre putting me in it.â When he didnât respond you turned away to start walking away.
âIts simply a tour to see if you are compatible, Y/n. You and your brothers will be sailing for Kings Landing in two days, be ready.âÂ
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Those two days came by quickly. Your handmaidens had some of your things packed for those three weeks and the ship loaders were finishing up.Â
âWhat if I donât like him?â You ask your father as both of you wait on the docks.
âThen you donât marry him.â
âIm sure the decision is already made. This tour is just a formality.â You cross your arms. âYou wonât even be there.â
âYour brothers will be there in my place.â
âWhat if he is cruel? Targaryen men are said to be cruel.âÂ
âThen I'm sure his death will be deemed a mere accident.â His voice almost had an amusing tone. A shipmaster called out that everything was ready. Qoren grabbed you by your arms and turned you to face him. âWrite to me.â
âI will.â Your lip quivered and he kissed your forehead before grabbing your hand to guide you to a boat. Your brothers, Ryon and Deziel jumped in after you.
âDonât miss us too much,â Deziel says waving at the man and Ryon rolls his eyes.Â
âDonât destroy Kings Landing,â Qoren says and walks away with his hands behind his back.
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Aemond knew this conversation would come. This is what he was waiting for. He would do his duty, and he hoped the Dornish woman would agree.Â
âI'm sure you hear how unprincipled the women of Dorne are, brother.â Aegon laughed next to Aemond. âThey are wild in the brothels now imagine the princess herself.â Aemond continued to ignore him and paid attention to his book. âBut I'm sure you know enough thanks to me.â Aemond tightened his hand on the book. âBut I never see you have fun so you might have to rely on your betrothed.âÂ
Aemond slammed the book shut and stood up.Â
âThey will be here soon.â He says and starts walking out of the library.Â
âThe ship was only recently spotted and even then they are still a few days out. Donât get your cock in a bunch.â Aegon mumbled the last bit into his cup. âOr maybe you canât wait to stick-.â He was cut off by the library door slamming shut.Â
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Once the ship flying the flag of House Martell was seen on the Blackwater. The people of King's Landing were eager to see the Princesâ and the Princess themselves as most of them had only seen Dornish merchants.
The royal family went by carriage. Alicent gave her children one of her talks about being on their best behavior. It was mostly pointed at Aegon who sat there bored, Helaena sat fiddling with a bracelet, while Aemond looked out the windows. The carriage stopped just a few feet from the docks and a queen's guard member opened the door. Alicent stepped out first, followed by Helaena, then Aemond, and finally Aegon.Â
A few ships had already docked. Mostly merchants were eager to set up their shops or make deliveries. The ship said to be carrying the princess and the princes docked and a plank was lowered. A herald of Dorne stepped out first and looked at the family.Â
âPrince Ryon, Prince Deziel, and Princess Y/n Martell of Dorne!â People cheered loudly and clapped as they watched the three of you step off the boat.Â
You grab Dezielâs hand and he helps you step off. The guards stepped off after and cleared a path. Ryon and Deziel kept their hands on the hilds of their swords as they began walking.
âI see the Queen and her children,â Ryon says and juts his chin over the hill. You looked over and saw the red-headed woman and the three silver-headed princes and princess.Â
You looped yours and Dezielâs arms together and Ryon led you up the steps. You instantly saw the man who is your betrothed. He stood tall by his family, hands behind his back and a stoic look on his face.Â
âThe terrible, Prince Aemond,â Deziel whispers in your ear and you roll your eyes.
âStop, I'm sure they are just rumors.âÂ
âSure.âÂ
Ryon opened his arms with a smile.
âYour grace, how well it is to see you.â He says and grabs Alicents hands with care and brings them up to his plump lips.Â
âPrince Ryon, the last time I saw you, you were a child.â She says with a slight blush.Â
âYes, well as you see. I have grown quite a bit.â If you knew your brother, you were sure he gave the queen a wink and his charming smile that makes so many women and men fall at his feet. Alicents face went redder and Ryon squeezed her hands before releasing them. âAs much as I enjoy your presence, your grace, I was hoping to see the Hand. Speak to him about my sister and your second son.â Ryon flashed a look at Aemond.
âMy father has other matters but I assure you, the Princess will be taken care of.â Ryon looked around before nodding.
âMy brother will ride with all of you to the Keep as well. I still have other matters to deal with for my father.âÂ
âOf course.â The Queen says then looks at Aemond. âAemond.â She gave him a tight-lipped smile and he knew what that meant. He stepped forward, his long legs had him in front of you.Â
âPrincess, I'm glad you are here.â His voice was cold but his face was neutral. He grabbed your hand and kissed it softly. You squint your eyes at him before smiling brightly.
âPrince Aemond, it is lovely to meet you.âÂ
âHmm.â He dropped your hand and held his own back behind him. He stared at you, mostly taking you in while trying not to linger on your cleavage. Did you have a belly piercing?Â
âOh darling you should cover up a bit, someone brings the princess something to cover up.â Alicent urged and you instantly frowned.
âNo it's alright your grace, I wear clothes like this all the time.â She gave you a tight-lipped smile before nodding.
âWell we best get back, you must be exhausted.â Alicent walked back to the carriage and Aemond stayed by you.
âApologies about her, she is very modest.â He says and you shrug.
âWell, she is going to have to get used to it.â You say to him softly so nobody can hear. You received no response making you roll your eyes.Â
âLet's get you home Princess.â You frowned.
Home?
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When you sat next to Aemond in the carriage, your perfume hit his nostrils. You smelled heavenly, like fruit with a twinge of the salty sea. Nobody spoke on the road back to the Keep.Â
But you and Deziel admired the outside. You had never been to Kings Landing so it was all new territory for you. It made you nervous.Â
The horses stopped in front of the Keep and the door popped open. The Queen and Helaena left first, then Aegon, followed by Deziel, and finally you and Aemond. The castle was huge, you and Deziel started at it in awe.Â
âIt's quite ugly.â He says quietly you gasp and slapped his arm.Â
âDeziel! Donât say things like that.â Everyone looked at you in confusion so you just smiled reassuringly. Â
âOur handmaiden, Thea.â Alicent beckoned over one of the servants. She was a pretty girl, with brown hair, fair skin, and green eyes. âI have assigned her to your service, she will lead you to your temporary chambers until a decision is made. Your brother as well will be shown his way.â
âThank you, your grace.â She squeezes your bicep before leaving to go inside.
âPrincess, would you like me to show you your room? I'm sure you are tired.â Thea asks and you nod.
âLead the way.â She gives you a big smile before turning around. You start to follow her and you see Deziel had already been led away. You locked eyes with Aemond who stood by the horses now, watching you. âI will see you later, Prince Aemond.âÂ
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âYour things will be brought up shortly princess, would you like me to draw you a bath in the meantime?â Thea asks and points to the small tub in your new room.Â
âYes and if you have any salts that would be greatly appreciated.â They did a small bow before leaving. You were finally alone, even if it were for a couple of minutes. Your new room was only a bit bigger than the one back in Dorne but extremely boring.Â
You took the liberty of stepping onto the balcony to see where you would be living. The view was beautiful. Birds flew and you could see how tiny the small folk looked.Â
It all still looked so sad, maybe it was the time of day but it made you miss Dorne all the same. They came in with some help to fill up the tub with warm water. She then dumped some soothing salts into the water. Â
âWould you like help in undressing princess?â She asks and you shake your head.Â
âNo, that's quite alright, I will send for you once I'm ready.â She bowed and left. You hovered your hand over the water, letting the steam hit it. You slipped the material of your dress down your shoulder and it pooled at your feet. You kicked your flats off so they clattered on the floor. You grabbed the edges of the tub and slowly settled into the water.Â
The warm water was welcoming after being at sea for over a week. You could have slept in it if it werenât for a knock on the door.Â
âCome in!â You yelled out and the door creaked open and you heard footsteps.
âPrincess?â It was none other than your betrothed.
âOver here, Aemond.â You say and turn your head to face the panels that cover the tub from sight.Â
âI wondered-.â Aemond rounded the corner and the second he locked eyes on your state, his long legs had him behind the panels again.Â
âMy apologies, I will leave you to your business.â He said and there was a slight shake to his voice.
âCut the shit Aemond.â You say and he freezes. âCome back, I want to talk to you.â He didnât move but you could see the top of his head. âI want to see the face of a man I might marry when I talk to him.â
âYouâre not decent princess.â
âOh stop being so honorable for 5 minutes please.â He heard the water move around. Aemond sighed before rounding the corner and revealing himself again. His breath hitched when he saw your figure, you sat facing him and the lack of bubbles gave him a clear view of your breasts. âSoak it in my prince, who knows how long it will be before you see me like this again.âÂ
Aemonds face turned pink at your words and suddenly his boots were the most interesting thing in the world.
âYou stand strong but standing in the presence of a naked woman you shrink.â His fists squeezed. âWould you like to feel the touch of a woman?â
âWhat did you want to talk about my lady?â He says harshly, making you smirk.Â
âI want to talk about our potential betrothal. Regardless of our choice, its clear this is dire enough that we need to get married but I will ask you , Aemond.â He looked up, this time his eye solely on your face. âWill you sleep with anyone else?â
âNo, I will remain faithful to you during this as long as I receive the same from you. This isnât Dorne.â
âI am aware, Aemond.â You frown. âI would like to get to know you though, maybe something good can come out of this.â His jaw tightened but it then relaxed.
âOf course, my lady.âÂ
âY/n.â You say. âCall me by my name Aemond, we are going to get very close.â
âAs you wish.â Aemonds hands went behind his back.Â
âAs much as I enjoy having you here, I'm sure they are close to bringing my things, so I can either make room in this tub for you or you best be on your way.â You say and grab the bar of soap and washcloth. âOr you can watch and just hide.â There was an amusing look on your face.Â
He let out a âHmmâ and gave you a small smile.Â
âAnother time, Y/n.â Your name rolled off his tongue so fluently. Aemond walked away until he made it to the door and shut it behind him.Â
âYou will be the death of me Aemond Targaryen.â And your hand dips into the water to find a home in between your legs.
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The Gods We Can Touch
Chapter One: My Dream
|Aemond Targaryen x Strong!Reader|
Masterlist of Series
Summary: The older twin of Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, you were a picture of the maiden, untouched and untainted by man's sins. At least, that was what Alicent Hightower believed when she held you in her arms moments after her old friend's labors. You were her shining light, her dream. Though you were never hers, she believed you were meant to be.
What will become of you as time passes and the Queen's shining light grows within the blackened darkness? Will her eldest son's morbid fascination with the light burn the realm? Or will her second son's obsession with the only daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen change the course of the Seven Kingdoms as we know it?
Author's Note: Let's celebrate the first episode of season 2 with a new story! I'm publishing this before the show airs, so let's say a tentative prayer in case the first episode is Blood & Cheese. Thank you for reading! (â *â ďźžâ 3â ďźžâ )â /â ď˝â âĄ
Chapter Warnings: sexism (it's a patriarchal feudalistic society), brief descriptions of childbirth and death related to it, Alicent being delulu.
When Viserys Targaryen's wife, Aemma of House Arryn, had failed pregnancy after failed pregnancy, a girl was a welcomed result. It proved not only to Aemma herself and her King Husband that she could produce a child but to the realm that there was hope for a son, a much-preferred result.
âMy dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?â - Eugene Onegin by Alexander Pushkin
If a daughter were to be born seconds before a brother, it did not matter. He was the heir. If she was born decades before a boy, it did not matter. He was the heir. Or so the realm believed until the reign of Viserys of House Targaryen, the First of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm, Son of Baelon and Alyssa Targaryen, Grandson to the Old King Jaehaerys.
Queen Consort Aemma Arryn died in pursuit of something she could not control, screaming, wailing, begging her husband not to cut her open, but he did not listen, for the birth of a son was more important than the life of a woman.
The infant Baelon Targaryen died a day later, leaving King Viserys a widower with only a daughter with the same fair skin and hair as the woman he murdered. The woman who laid slain on her birthing bed, bright blue irises now glassy, blood pooling from her womb, was given a Targaryen funeral along with the Heir for a Day, as her good brother called him, her last surviving child whispering, âdragon fireâ through tears, with the encouragement of the same man who lusted after her and the throne.
The result of a motherâs and sonâs death gave way to grief and anger. Viserys, blinded by the insults levied against his dead child, broke centuries of tradition and named Westerosâ first female heir Rhaenyra Targaryen.
Daemon Targaryen was furious at the abuse of being cast aside for a girl of ten and four and took to Dragonstone, the rightful seat of the Iron Throne's successor, with his whore, Lady Misery, an enslaved Lysene sold into the sex trade that became the Prince's favorite mistress.
Daemon did not hate his niece. He loved his family far more than anyone believed, so he surrendered when the Realm's Delight flew on her dragon to confront her uncle.
Less than a year later, not nearly long enough to mourn the death of two people, Viserys Targaryen married Alicent of House Hightower, daughter of the Hand and dearest friend to his daughter. The King saw the union as an act of fortunate duty and desire instead of love. On that much, the young Alicent Hightower could agree. Perhaps, he thought, it was a way to ensure his daughter would always have her closest Lady around, but Viserys was a fool . He could not see past his blinding grief and selfish lust that he tore the two girls apart.
Rhaenyra Targaryen's mother was a girl her age, a girl she longed to have to accompany her on Syrax, explore the East, and eat cake, but that was never meant to be. The Gods provided as quickly as they took, and her lifelong confidant viewed her with such hate and distaste that Rhaenyra soon began to consider her the same.
âStepdaughter,â Alicent called her at the Princess's wedding feast to Ser Laenor of House Velaryon. Her voice laced with enough venom, and her dress so green you would mistake her for a snake. This gave Rhaenyra a sickening feeling in her gut, which soon hardened into one of cool indifference.
And that was how they lived.
Silent and icy indifference as Queen Alicent walked through the Targaryen halls of the Red Keep in Hightower Green, birthing the King his first surviving sons and second daughter.
However, there was a moment of repreave in the Queen's and the Princess's glacial flippancy when her forgotten ally fell pregnant for the first time.
Alicent could not help herself from caring for her old friend during her first pregnancy. She quickly fell back into the role of her Lady, supplying Rhaenyra with food, oils, clothing, and occasionally companionship during the quarrelsome nine moons.
The Queen had almost found it within her heart to forgive Rhaenyra for her lies and false swearing beneath the Heart Tree all those years ago, and she did until the labors when she saw the brown tuft of hair atop a young babe's head.
At the time, Alicent did not have a moment to contemplate what that meant before her friend screamed, holding on so tightly to her hand that she thought it might break as the rest of the infant emerged. The babe's face was so purple and cord wrapped around their neck that Alicent nearly cried, fearing life had repeated itself. The nursemaids quickly cut the blue and pink veiny line that connected the child to its mother, turning the babe upside down and spanking it on the back until its cries rang out throughout Maegorâs Holdfast.
A girl.
There, screaming and curling their once lifeless fist, were you , the firstborn child of Rhaenyra Targaryen, only by a mere moment, finally breathing and wailing as they swaddled you in an embroidered black and red cloth, a boy soon following.
âWhat shall you name them, your highness?â the eldest midwife asked, nearly as out of air as Rhaenyra.
âWeâŚâ the princess breathed heavily, positioning herself in the birthing chair. âWe had only thought of a boy with the help of Lord Corlys. Jacaerys,â she panted, her cheeks tinged pink, either from exertion or embarrassment from being so thoughtless. Alicent did not know.
The nurse holding Rhaenyraâs son passed him to her, all eyes lingering on that same flattened-down dark hair. âShall we wait for the Prince, your highness?â another question, holding the unnamed girl.
âI think,â Rhaenyra groans, shifting her weight to account for the new one, âwe shall be waiting for a while should my husband suddenly return from his travels.â She glanced at Alicent, watching her once closest friend pick at the skin of her nails. She grinned, a brilliant idea coming to mind as she ordered the maid to give her daughter to the Queen.Â
Alicent's doe eyes widened as she accepted. She peered down at the tiny bundle before her, still crying, purple face now a deep red and full of life. The Queen did not know what came over her as she leaned, bringing the childâs blotchy forehead to her lips, inhaling the unique scent only a newborn has. She noticed the muscles around where the babe's brows should be twitching, opening her eyes to reveal a mirror of Alicentâs own looking at her.
The Queen forgot for a moment that she was not her own and that she should be alarmed that the child's eyes bore no resemblance to their parents. Yet the Queen continued to smile down at the small fidgeting bundle in her grasp, her arms wiggling themselves out of their confines to clench and unclench. The cries now became softer but still there. Sounds that used to cause Alicent great distress now soothe her uneasy soul like a salve to a wound.Â
âWhat shall we call her, my Queen?â Rhaenyra questioned, a crooked smile on her face as Alicent broke from her revere. Her plush lips parted in surprise, looking as if a deer caught grazing alone in a field.
The Queen appeared bewildered, unprepared for such a monumental task; all faces turned to her. âI⌠I am unsure, Princess. I did not come prepared for such an honor.â
Rhaenyra kept the same lopsided grin on her lips, showing the tips of her white teeth. âTis all mine. It's an honor to have the Queen Consort of the Seven Kingdoms name my first born daughter.â
âAn honor I accept gladly,â Alicent rushed, worried that her refusal would shatter their peace.
She paused, pursing her lips in thought. Despite having three and another on the way, she had never named a child. Helaena was the closest she had ever gotten, a familiar name within the Reach but made to fit the traditional Targaryen spelling. Alicent would have something to herself, one tiny sliver of something that belonged to her, and she was unsure what to do with it. She was confident that Rhaenyra would be content with any name she chose, but she wanted it to be unique, to mean something more than just a word.
Alicent thought of her mother thenâher darling mother, whom she barely had a chance to spend life with before a fever took her. A mother that her father said she looked like an extension of, and suddenly, only one name felt right.
The Queen was constantly conflicted about every choice she made, every move. From the food she ate to the clothes she wore, Alicent always worried herself over it, wondering if she had made the correct decision, but in this, she was sure. No man, woman, or God could sway her from this choice. It was right. The Queen could feel it in the marrow of her bones that it was so.
âAelora.â
Aelora, my light.
The King came bursting moments later, a servant dressed in a crimson gown, white apron, and cap standing anxiously beside him. He immediately went straight into the room, brushing past his wife in favor of his daughter. Alicent felt a sour taste in her mouth at the notion, pulling the quiet lump tighter to her chest.
âA boy and a girl!â Viserys excitedly hollered, Rhaenyra passing Jacaerys to him. Anxiousness settled over the birthing chamber, the midwives and maids observing with worrisome eyes at the head of brown hair. â Ah! And I see they have inherited my favorite cousin's hair.â
He held the newborn with a reverence Alicent had never seen with her own, and she stepped back into the shadows of the onlookers. She peered down, catching the babe's eyes shut and face slack, still with the fresh scent of birth. She brought you to her forehead again as she took in this brief moment of joy, nose nuzzling the infantâs as she grunted at the intrusion.
âAelora, the Godsâ Light. My shining light,â she whispered so softly against the babe's satin-smooth skin that it drifted into the air like dust, lost in the wind.Â
âOh, and her eyes, too!â Viserys beamed, hoisting Jacaerys into the air as the wetnurses squealed in terror. âShe will make a fine queen one day, and should the Gods allow it, you, a king.â Rhaenyra laughed at her father's antics, already planning the childrenâs marriage. She was too high on the feeling of birthing not one but two healthy babes, a boy and a girl, no less to care. Alicent's amber eyes flicked to her husband and then to your plump face, a frown pulling her lips.
Aegon had come quickly and without fuss. Though Alicent was merely a girl of ten and six when it happened, the moments leading up to it frightened her thoroughly. She worried her nails down to the quick, the pink fleshy beds exposed and bleeding whenever she would use too harsh of a grip.
She knew of what happened to Aemma Arryn, that the babe was stuck and couldn't turn to leave the womb, at least to the Maesterâs belief. He gave the King a choice, not the woman who was writhing in pain as her body contracted, to either let the process play out with the chance that the child and his wife could perish or have him slice her open from hip to hip, dig through her guts and blood to pry the child out. Aemma Arryn had no voice in the matter from what she heard from the midwives, as her husband allowed a man to pull Prince Baelon straight from her womb.
Alicent did not want to face the same fate and prayed to the Mother day after day, night after night, until her knees were yellow and blue, and even then, she continued her efforts. She was alone in all this, with no one to confide in. Her father had told her to do her duty when she expressed concern. He assured her the King would allow no such thing if she did everything correctly. He offered no comfort, and Alicent longed for her dearest Princess. Her prayers were answered when that fateful day came, and the labors lasted no more than an hour.
She birthed a healthy boy with blonde hair and purple eyes, but even then, Viserys did not act the way he was now with Rhaenyra's children. A means to end all the uncertainty of an heir, her father said in words of solace. She hadn't understood what he meant then. Rhaenyra was the heir, crowned Princess of Dragonstone, and Lords swore allegiance to her across the realm. To Alicent, there was no uncertainty until there was.
Until Otto Hightower planted the rot that festered and spread in her mind that the girl she grew up alongside, the girl she spent so many days and nights with, the girl that had said she would forget her duty and fly off across the world eating nothing but cake with her friend by her side, would murder Alicent's children so they could not depose her reign.
She did not believe Rhaenyra was capable of cruelty, but then again, she had once considered her incapable of lying to her and was proven wrong.
She began to fuss as if the infant in her embrace could sense the Queen's unrest. Her delicate little face scrunched up as Alicent bounced her softly, cooing soothingly. She smiled despite her unpleasantness within, unfazed by the sudden outburst, unlike when Helaena had her fits as a child. Her daughter would have to meet her niece and nephew, along with Aegon. Aemond was too young. She wouldn't be able to keep a close eye on him.
Though he was half the size of Aegon when he was born, he had grown twice as fierce. At barely three years old, his nursemaids had to ceaselessly follow the moonlight-haired boy less than a step away lest he jump down a flight of stairs just to see if he could. Once, when Alicent dismissed the servants from Aemond's chambers as he readied for bed, she turned her back on him for a singular blink, and he opened his balcony doors and climbed over the railing to get a better view of the night sky. Alicent remembered how he kicked and screamed as she yanked him from the ledge, saying words and phrases she never knew, even at the age she was now.
âMy Queen,â the wetnurse called like she had repeated herself as Alicent looked at the girl. âThe young Princess needs her first feeding.â The woman held out her arms for her to hand over the fussing bundle, a calm but concerned expression on her face.
Alicent refused, curling her limbs as the babe squirmed, her cries becoming ear-piercing screams. She knew the child needed to eat but could not force her body to release the girl. It was as if her very bones denied the movement that was not keeping the hungry infant close to her. The fleeting thought that Alicent could feed the girl herself crossed her mind, but she shook it away, realizing the ludacrisy of it. It was improper for a woman of nobility to nurse their child. That's what the maids were for, the Queen told herself.
The wetnurse peered at her curiously, walking a pace closer, but Alicent stepped back as if she attempted to harm her. âThe King has not held her yet,â she protested, looking towards her King-Husband in an attempt to prolong her time.
âAll is well, Alicent. What kind of King refuses to let their babe grandchild eat?â he jested, tilting his head to the side playfully and exposing a gaping smile. It made Alicent want to vomit.
When she doesn't move to listen, the Queen stared at her husband like her silence could serve as a rejection of his words. Viserys sighed as Rhaenyra watched with piqued interest, wordlessly handing Jacaerys to another maid.
âAlicent, give her the child.â
She hesitated again, her brown eyes flickering to Rhaenyra when she did not offer for Alicent to stay while the maids worked. Once again, she mused bitterly, watching the infant intently as she relented. I give my dream away to you. A dream that was never indeed mine.
The Queen bowed to the Princess, congratulating her on the success as she took her leave, hand splaying over the swollen stomach of her emerald green gown. It felt too tight, the once smooth fabric now itching at her skin, the fine hairs on her arms catching between the threads.
How stupid she was to believe in Rhaenyraâs kindness. She felt like a girl again, the same girl who stood beneath the Weirwood, listening to her friend swear on her motherâs memory that she had not lain with a man, only to find out there was moontea delivered to her chambers.
A sudden kick was sent to the Queen's abdomen, halting her brisk pace as she doubled over within the pale redstone hall. Ser Criston Cole arrived moments later, helping her rise to her feet. She soothed the afflicted area with her palm, no doubt the cause being her own making. Despite the growing life inside of her, the Queen has now done it four times. Alicent believed the moment she laid her wide amber eyes on yours was the closest she had ever felt to being whole with someone in her life. Itâs as if the child's very being was now a part of her, and every moment she was away, it felt as if she was missing a piece of her soul.
Rhaenyra flaunts and does as she pleases, lies, and tricks all she pleases. It made Alicent furious with a rage she had not felt for nearly a decade. Aelora will not become like her mother. The Green Queen will not allow it, even if she has to twist and shape the clay of Aelora's mind into something of her own. Aelora is her dream. She is the Gods' shining light, and Alicent will be damned if she allows Rhaenyra to blacken her glow.
Septon Eustace's Recount of Princess Aelora I Targaryen's Early Life
The young Velaryon princess, later taking her motherâs namesake, grew into a spritely and mischievous child, playing jests on her Septa and Prince Aemond with the aid of her brothers and the eldest of the Queenâs children, Prince Aegon. She did not develop into a traditional Targaryen beauty with blonde hair and violet eyes; instead, she had a golden chestnut crown with eyes to match. Many said she resembled Queen Alicent, though if anyone made the error of voicing it, they faced Princess Rhaenyraâs wrath.
Though her features were plain by Targaryen standards, the realm rejoiced in her beauty. Lords and ladies commissioned portraits of her countenance throughout the kingdom, proudly displaying a halcyon halo of red rubies adorning the top of her divine facade. The common folk coined the name âThe Gods' Lightâ for the sweet girl. A glimpse of her was as close as one would get to the Maiden, and they cherished it whenever Princess Rhaenyra's faction made rare journeys to the Grand Sept.
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I'm excited to write for my favorite war criminal, Visenya Incarnate, Aemond Targaryen. I'm just super happy to write Aemond smut! I'm also taking a different approach to this story because it will solely be based on the show (to the best of my ability), not the book, and will be released with the same progression. It will have accounts of the reader's life through the eyes of the Maester's. Of course, there will be some cannon divergence and whatnot, considering we're introducing a new character into the fray. This fic will also be a lot darker than what I've written in the past, including content such as childhood sexual assault and the after-effects of it, self-harm, depression, suicide, and unhealthy sibling dynamics/relationships.
This story is told from the second person's perspective. The reader only has a name for the sake of a title and the description of Strong features.
Y'all have no idea how fulfilling writing has been for me. It's given me purpose when I've felt like I had none. It's helped my mental health by giving me an outlet for self-expression and a good source of distraction from all the worries I have in life. I wish I could get paid for this!
I hope y'all will enjoy the story as much as I will writing it, and of course, thank you so much for taking the time to read this. You genuinely have no idea how much your support means to me, but I will continue to express it in the best way I know how. âĄâ (â ËÍâ â ઌâ â ËÍâ â ŕźśâ â )
Ps. Alicent's mom's name is unknown in the show and the book, so I'm creating a name that combines my original idea with traditional Targaryen spelling.
Pronunciation: Uh-lore-uh, Ae-lore-uh
Origin:Â Latin
Meaning:Â dream, dreamer, shining light.
Biblical Meaning:Â God is light, God's light.
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War Between Kin
Request: Yes or No
Summary: When Rhaenyra Targaryen takes her throne back, she ensures to take care of the remaining Greens in the Keep. Jacaerys attempts to figure out the whereabouts of the Usurper King Aegon by questioning his younger sister.
Pronouns: She/Her/Hers, F!Reader
CW/TW: Typical GoT/HOTD warnings, AU where what happened in the Gullet does not occur, for plot purposes Jace and Baela are not engaged, potential spoilers for S3/events in the books, mentions of Targcest, brief mention of arranged marriage, bastardphobia,
I'm about to fill up the fucking tag because of this man. Super short but here you go for my fem readers!
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"Where is Aegon Targaryen?"
"I've already told you, I do not know."
Jace had long grown tired of repeating himself, and he knew for certain his aunt had grown tired of the questioning the first time he asked. A rough near twenty minutes had passed since he'd first entered the bedchambers she'd been confined to when his mother returned to her rightful home, and he'd learned nothing new about the whereabouts of his missing uncle nor who could have had a hand in smuggling the usurper out of King's Landing.
Truthfully, Jace's patience always had a tendency to run out. He certainly felt it reaching the end of its line as he bounced his knee and laced his fingers over his stomach, eyes tracking his aunt as she paced the room back and forth clad in that godsforsaken shade of green Dowager Queen Alicent often wore. His legs ached just watching her continuously move, although he suspected if she stopped and sat across from him as he'd asked her to numerous times, she'd likely strike at him until someone tore her off him.
"He is your eldest brother, is he not?" Jace spoke through near-gritted teeth, the bouncing of his leg intensifying with each passing second.
The longer they went without locating Aegon Targaryen, the longer his mother went without rest. He remained a threat to them all, even in his battered and ruined state. Half his body burnt, they'd said, and hardly able to walk by himself without help. Jace hardly understood why anyone would desire someone in his state on the throne.
"I am not my brother's keeper." (Y/N) seethed lowly, voice laced with irritation and legs continuing to move back and forth across the room. Her hands tightly clutched the skirt of her dress, keeping it barely lifted to avoid tripping over it.
Despite the rather eyesore of a color reminding Jace of her traitorous family, he'd be a fool to deny it wasn't a beautiful dress that suited her well. She looked regal, if not incredibly furious with him and the rest of his family. It'd been expected after all the fighting and bloodshed between their families even before the war began.
"Do not lie to me, Aunt." Jace scoffed, bracing his arms against the table before him. "All my life, you've always been the watcher amongst your siblings. I doubt not a single thing happened in this castle, in this city, without you learning of it. You must tell me where your brother has fled before Daemon's patience with your stubbornness runs thin. He will not be as kind as I have been."
(Y/N) scowled at him and finally ceased her mindless pacing, her back turning to him and hands raising to her face. In all the years Jace had known the beautiful woman before him, he'd only ever seen her lose her icy demeanor once when Aemond's eye was taken and she'd bitten the skin around her nails until they were raw. He disliked it. He much preferred her snarky attitude over her anxious habits unbefitting of a lady such as her.
"What of Helaena?" She questioned abruptly, her dress swishing when she spun around to face him and her eyes squinting with an unspoken accusation. "You have kept your dogs at bay, have you not? She is not of sound mind."Â
"Helaena is the most innocent out of the lot of you! Her Grace would never bring harm upon Helaena, of all possible people." Utterly absurd! Jace hardly believed his ears, hardly found it within himself not to snap at her and remind her it'd been her brother who'd killed Luke mercilessly. Still, (Y/N) released a dry laugh, her shoes smacking against the ground as she stormed up to the table.
"Do pray tell, Nephew," She spat the word venomously, as if it were full of filth. "What were Rhaenyra's intentions when she hired those animals who forced Helaena to choose between her sons? What were Rhaenyra's intentions when those animals killed my nephew before his siblings, mother, and grandmother? Helaena has lost her mind. She relives that night every waking moment. A son for a son, they claimed, justice on behalf of Rhaenyra the Cruel."
Jace shot up from his seat, nearly knocking the chair back from sheer force, and slammed his palms against the table with his lips pulled back into a snarl. "Her Grace did not order the death of any of Helaena's sons!"Â
"Oh, even better, she cannot keep a leash on her own people, then?" (Y/N) laughed again, dry and bitter. "Let us pray Aemond and Daeron arrive quickly with their army, shall we? At least then we will be spared the reign of a queen who cannot control her own allies. It's pathetic, Jacaerys, utterly pathetic. Even if the Realm allows a queen to sit the throne, they will never accept a bastard."
"Mind your tongue, Princess, before I-"Â
"Before you what?" (Y/N) rounded the table swiftly, gliding along the floor until she reached his side. He managed to turn sideways to face before their chests pressed together, their faces mere inches apart and noses threatening to brush against each other. Jace stiffened, his hands rolling into tightly clenched fists and eyes struggling to remain focused on the lilac of her irises. "Before you cut my tongue out as your grandfather once threatened? Do it, then. Cut my tongue out, here and now, and show your subjects you will not be a king of words alone."
Jace remained silent, his nostrils flaring with his deep inhale and jaw clenching. A challenge, a rather blatant one from his aunt of all people. His cheeks warmed against his will, the embarrassment trickling in because he'd never dare to lay a threatening finger on a lady, much less a beloved princess of the Realm. Jace stared into her eyes and swallowed, his mind searching for words he could shoot back at her.Â
"A bastard and a coward, then? You will be the end of our dynasty with your tainted blood." She hissed lowly, her breath fanning against his face. "The Gullet did not make you a warrior, did it? Not when you had to be dragged out of the waters full of arrows by another bastard."
"You-"Â
The sound of a sword unsheathing filled his ears and made his blood bubble with dread, unable to do anything else when she stepped back and pressed the tip of his sword against his throat. Jace's head instinctively tilted up, his heart beginning to drum against his ribcage when his adams apple dragged along the sharp blade threatening to cut his skin. Her lips curled up cruelly and she shook her head slowly, her earrings swaying with her movements.
"The Realm will never a bastard such as yourself to sit the Iron Throne. It'd be an insult to each of the Great Houses. I could end this pathetic display of a boy pretending to be man right here... but your inheritance would fall on the shoulders of young Joffery, and Gods know what Daemon would do to that boy with the line of succession so close to reaching his own sons. I would rather witness Daemon stew in his desperate desire to see his own blood on the throne than offer him up a child on a platter. Unlike your mother, I am not that cruel."
"Daemon knows his place." Nobody would ever believe those words, not even Jace himself. "He is King Consort. He's achieved what he's always desired."
"Has he?" (Y/N) slowly retracted the sword from his throat and tossed it onto the table with a clatter. "Or is he merely lying in wait as he's done time and time again? When he was refused the throne, he waited for the opportunity to arise to bring humiliation on your mother. When he was exiled, he waited for Ser Laenor to be no more so he could take the heir for himself. You are not his son, Jacaerys. You are an obstacle, and Daemon obviously despises obstacles. It will only be a matter of time before he realizes if something were to occur to your mother, he would rule as regent, and as regent, he'd do whatever he desired."
(Y/N) turned away from him once more, her skirt dragging along the stone floor as she walked toward her open window and stopped by it, staring out into the long expense of ocean. Jace took his sword and slid it into his sheath again, internally scolding himself for having grown distracted before he approached his aunt, his steps slow and cautious.Â
"Rhaenyra should have never been named heir." (Y/N) murmured, and Jace's eyes fell down to her hands, watching her scrape her nails along the skin of her fingers. Her eyes danced, never focusing on one thing for longer than a second as her mind continued working with thoughts and ideas Jace surprisingly longed to hear.Â
"And yet, she is the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms... and by late morrow she expects you to bend the knee publicly before the court."Â
"Or what? She shall behead me as she did my grandsire? I hear the executions have become a daily occurrence. Rhaenyra the Cruel's bloody reign, they shall call it. You will see in due time that we would have all been better for it if she had accepted the terms for peace. Your brother may have yet lived, and you would not have nearly met the Stranger in the Gullet."Â
"We are still at war, Princess, and we'd be fools to keep traitors in our midst," Jace spoke, but he could not stop the tremor in his voice. It'd been satisfying at first when they spilled the blood of Otto Hightower and his son, as well as the Small Council members who'd so openly opposed his mother. But then, blood continued to be spilled, and neither Rhaenyra nor Daemon would stop to hear of it. "It is... for the good of the Realm."Â
(Y/N) shook her head but otherwise remained silent, the fury she'd contained in her body dissolving. She continued watching the distant waves in the water, her nails only digging harder and harder into her skin until they threatened to break through to her flesh and blood. Unable to help himself, Jace clasped his hand over hers to stop the constant scratching, his lips pressing together and a quiet sigh escaping him.
"I am here to question you about Aegon Targaryen's whereabouts... but I suppose I should also inform you that your mother has made a proposal in an attempt to stop the bloodshed and put an end to the war. She's offered up a betrothal between you and I so that both sides may come together in marriage. Her Grace agreed to some of the terms that came with the proposal, among them a promise to not bring harm upon Helaena, Jaehaera, or Ser Daeron if he bends the knee. She will have the heads of Aegon and Aemond regardless."Â
His aunt stared at him for a good long while, her body eventually tilting to face him fully. Her arms dropped down to her sides, forcing Jace to drop his hand as well. She wet her lips and turned her gaze away, the news finally beginning to settle into her body. She opened her mouth, looking back at him: "I would rather fling myself from this window than marry a bastard and further tie myself to a hopeless cause."Â
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the strong
jacaerys velaryon x targaryen!oc
warnings; slight canon divergence, cussing, canon typical incest, fighting, implied smut at the end (i cannot actually write smut to save my life sorry), s1ep8 spoilers ig summary; after vaemond's petition, aegonâs jesting, and aemondâs taunts, jacaerys is furious and seeks solace and advice from his step-sister and betrothed. inspired by tyrion telling jon to wear his bastardy âlike armor so it can never be used to hurt'' him in the first ep of GOT (Iâve been rewatching to feed the brainrot) a/n; daenera is daemonâs eldest daughter from his first marriage, in my head daemon didnât kill rhea and she died in childbirth just before rhaenyraâs wedding so daeny is about half a year older than jace but you can use your imagination as it doesnât really matter.
âI dare you to say that again!â Jacaerys growls from the dancefloor. Daenera turns in her seat to see Jacaerys with his fists clenched, his eyes dark and glaring daggers at his uncle. The feast had been amicable considering the events of the day, but while the adultsâ words of peace ring honest between them, animosity between the young princes, princess and ladies nears its boiling point. Prince Aegon has spent most of the evening cooing foul and crude jests to Jacaerys and Daenera about their soon approaching wedding. As if that wasnât bad enough, Prince Aemond has added his own taunt to the pile: a thinly veiled comment on the Velaryon brothers' true parentage.Â
âWhy? Twas only a compliment,â Aemond defends, lowering his goblet to face Jacaerys, stepping towards him as he does. âDo you not think yourself Strong?â Jacaerys answers by bringing his fist up to Aemondâs jaw, the sound resonating through the hall. Lucerys leaps up from his seat, Vaemondâs slanders still heavy in his ears, but Aegon intercepts him, slamming him down on the table and sending food and silverware clattering from the impact. Daenera, ever protective of her siblings, leaps from her seat and wraps her arms around the eldest princeâs neck, putting all her weight against him to remove his hands from Lucerys. He grapples with her for a moment before she is ripped off by a Kingsguard. Knights separate Aegon from Luceryrs, Jacaerys from Aemond, and Rhaena pushes Baela back from leaping into the fray as well.
The Queen pulls her second son back, muttering angrily to him but he pulls away from her as Rhaenyra moves towards her sons and Daemon to his daughters. âI was merely expressing how proud I am of my family. Though it seems my nephews arenât so proud of theirs!â Aemond continues to taunt, leveling a snide one-eyed glare at Jace. Jacaerys wriggles out of the guardâs grip and steps menacingly towards Aemond.Â
âWait, wait,â Daemon says, holding a finger up and stopping Jacaerys in his tracks, forcing him back to stand next to Daenera.Â
âGo to your quarters, all of you. Go now!â Rhaenyra commands sternly, her eyes holding a warning as she stares down her eldest son and motions for the rest of her children, by blood and by marriage, to leave.Â
âCome on,â Rhaena says softly, pulling her sisters along with her and out of the hall by their hands. Daenera relents with a sigh but not before squeezing Jacaerysâ and flashing him a sympathetic smile.Â
âAre you alright, Daeny?â Baela asks as they make their way to their rooms.
âFine, worried about the boys,â she mutters in reply.
âIâm sure Jace and Luke are alright, sister,â Rhaena says softly, wrapping her hand around Daeny and Baelaâs arms. Daenera nods agreeing but still canât shake the worry in her chest.
Near an hour later, a knock sounds on the door to Daeneraâs chambers, pulling her from the depths of the book in her hands. âCome in!â she calls expecting one of her maids and, not bothering to stand from her comfortable position on the settee in front of the fire, turns to see who enters. âJace,â the lady says softly as her betrothed steps into her chambers, his eyes still dark with rage.Â
The pair have been betrothed for nearly ten years, the announcement made soon after their parents married, and as they grew up together they have grown a deep love for each other: a bond of unconditional trust and adoration between the future King and Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Jacaerys comes to crouch in front of her, placing his hands on her knees and caressing the joint over the silk of her night gown. His tunic is gone, leaving him in just his white undershirt and trousers, Daeneraâs eyes trail to the bit of collarbone she can from her vantage point.Â
âAre you alright? Did Aegon hurt you?â the prince asks, searching her deep purple eyes that snap back to his face at his words.Â
âIâm fine, Jace. If I can match you in a spar, I can handle myself against that drunken lecher,â she chuckles slightly, setting her book aside and reaching up to brush a stray curl away from his brow. âAre you alright?â She asks, reaching for his hand with its already darkening skin. Sheâd let her hair down to hang around her shoulders and even clouded by anger as his mind is, Jacaerys notices her etherealness. She has always been a sharp and unsettling kind of beauty, her eyes seeming to have the ability to gaze upon your soul, but Jacaerys relishes her softer side. The side she so rarely shows others.
âWish Iâd gotten more blows in,â he grumbles, standing and pacing in front of the hearth, his shoulders tight and face scrunched in anger.Â
âMaybe youâll have a chance before we return to Dragonstone,â she offers with a smirk. âThe cunts deserve it, the pair of them.âÂ
âWill I never be free of this? Of these slanders that are whispered in my wake? Will they sneer at me when I sit on the throne? Ignore my rulings and snicker-âÂ
âJace, breathe,â Daenera pleads, concerned with the rising panic she sees in his eyes.Â
âI cannot, Daeny!â the prince exclaims, âHow am I meant to be a King, a leader, when I am not respected?âÂ
âDarling, we are barely eight and ten, you are second in line at present. Respect will come with time. Once your mother is Queen the people will become familiar with you, with your grace, your kindness, your justness,â she says, placatingly, reaching out for his hand, forcing him to stop his pacing and look at her. âThey will forget the slanders the Hightowers murmur because you will be a good and just King. Besides, it's your motherâs blood that makes you royal, not your fatherâs.âÂ
âAnd yet there will always be those who call me a Strong. The King cannot take every single one of their tongues,â he says with a heavy sigh, running a ringed hand through his hair in distress. Daenera considers this for a moment, knowing it is true enough, and Jacaerys sighs, turning to face the hearth, planting his hands on the stone and gazing down into the flames.Â
âSo make it a compliment,â the lady says after a long moment, leaning back on her arm on the settee, her deep amethyst eyes watching the prince.Â
âMake the doubt of my paternity a compliment?â Jacaerys scoffs, turning to her. âHow in the Seven Hells-âÂ
âIf they shall call you âStrongâ no matter what, the more you rage against it the more power the slight has. The only way to take away its power is to show it cannot be used to hurt or diminish you. Take it as your moniker and wear it like armor so all know tis not a weapon they can wield against you.âÂ
âJacaerys the Strong?â he asks slowly, the wheels turning behind his eyes, unable to deny the intelligence of her council. He sits down slowly next to Daenera, his eyes fixed on a point on the rug.
âKing Jacaerys the Strong, First of His Name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm,â she purrs, leaning towards the prince, a smirk on her lips. She watches as a firelight dances in his eyes, his pupils dilating at her proximity.Â
âHm, not bad,â he smiles, and leans down, connecting his brow with Daenyâs, running a finger calloused from years of practice with a blade across her jaw.Â
âWhat is it?â Daenera asks softly after a moment, pulling away to look into Jaceâs eyes, sensing he is still feeling troubled.Â
âNothing,â he shakes his head, not meeting her eyes.Â
âJacaerys,â she chides, cupping his face in her hands and forcing him to look at her.Â
âJust⌠fucking Aegon⌠I fear he is right in his jests. I have no idea how to please you as you deserve,â Jacaerys confesses shyly, pulling his face from Daenyâs hands as heat creeps into his face.Â
Daeny cannot help the laugh that escapes her lips, of all the troublesome worries that the day has brought, her sweet betrothed worries of her pleasure. Sex is not something the pair have discussed in length yet, even though their wedding is a little more than a moon away. The pair tend to flit around such topics, even when they steal secret kisses in dark corners of Dragonstone and come away with scarlet cheeks and racing hearts.Â
âAnd now even you laugh at me!â He exclaims exasperatedly and stands to move away but Daenera quickly stands as well, stepping in front of him and stopping him from leaving. She pushes him back to his seat and kneels before him, her hands on his shoulders.Â
âNo, my love, Iâm not laughing at you, Iâm sorry. Tis just that you should not concern yourself with such worries,â she says gently, running her hand from his broad shoulder to the toned expanse of his chest, feeling his heart beating under his skin.Â
âBut I-âÂ
âI have no more knowledge on how to please a man than you do a woman, Jace,â she continues, her voice placating and soft. âWe shall learn together and be stronger and better for it.â Jacaerys meets her amethyst eyes, finding comfort in the truth and lack of judgment he finds in them. âBesides, I cannot believe that Aegon knows any more than you do. He has never had any care for anything besides his own pleasures and you heard poor Helaenaâs toast. He targets you because he knows you are more generous and loving than he could ever hope to be.â Jacaerys chuckles at this, knowing she speaks true of his uncle and melts into her touch at last.Â
âYou truly do not care?â He asks, toying with the ends of her silver hair that brushes against his knee.Â
âShall I prove it to you, my prince?â she purrs, a teasing mischief in her eyes as she runs a hand up his chest to the nape of his neck, pulling him down to meet her lips in a kiss. He sighs into her embrace, his hands finding purchase on her waist as he deepens the kiss, his tongue darting between her lips. Realizing she is still kneeling on the floor in front of the settee, he grips her hips tightly and pulls her to straddle him, pulling a gasp from her lips which eggs the prince on. Jacaerysâ hands brush through Daenyâs hair, pushing it away from her face, and trail down her back to explore her figure; Daenera weaves one hand through his hair, tugging slightly at the roots and eliciting a groan she feels through her other hand which rests on his chest.Â
Without warning, Jace stands and without breaking their kiss carries Daeny with him as he makes his way to the bed, resting her gently on the linen sheets and covering her smaller body with his. All his insecurities and rage momentarily forgotten as he loses himself in her, the only girl he has ever had eyes for, and proves to her, and to himself, just how strong a lover he can be.
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What about a platonic yandere Aegon II with a daughter!reader after B+C?
Fell in love with this idea ON. SIGHT. Broke my own rules on this, my bad. I don't usually do young darlings, but for this it made the most sense. Don't expect stuff like this all the time... but I love the idea of Aegon, Helaena, and Aemond being platonic yanderes to Aegon's Daughter. Unfortunately no Daeron as he's not around during this period.
âď¸SPOILERS FOR HOTD SEASON 2âď¸
Yandere! Platonic! Aegon II with Daughter! Darling
(FT. Helaena + Aemond - Aftermath of Blood + Cheese)
Pairing: Platonic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Child death/Murder, Blood, Manipulation, Fear of loss, Isolation, Mature language, Targcest (Aegon/Helaena), Medieval gender roles, Toxic family dynamics, Forced companionship.
First of all, let's talk about who you are.
In terms of being Aegon's daughter...
You could be one of his legitimate heirs with Helaena.
That or maybe you could be a bastard from one of his many flings. Perhaps one who later became a cupbearer for him?
Regardless of how... Aegon gets horrible after the death of Jaehaerys.
Before the assassination, Aegon isn't... very invested.
He's paying more attention to his first son, hyping Jaehaerys up as his heir.
He cares for you, but not as much as his first son.
He keeps an eye on you yet you're often with Helaena.
Helaena takes good care of you... even if your father is often busy.
You're well cared for, even as a bastard Helaena doesn't wish to leave you on your own.
Perhaps, as a dreamer/seer, she senses your fate beside Aegon and wants to aid you through it.
Your life is... decent within the Red Keep one way or another.
Things only really go downhill when the Blood + Cheese incident occurs.
Jaehaerys is murdered in the night due to assassins sent by Daemon.
The news is devastating.
Helaena spent the whole night with her mother, holding her remaining children and you in her arms.
You're older than the babe(s) when it all happens, perhaps a young kid (To make it make sense, you can probably age the characters up from canon)
In the morning... your father is furious.
Aegon's screaming at anyone he sees.
Maids, servants, the Small Council, his knights...
Anyone.
Aegon screams about Rhaenyra and her side killing his heir.
One would not think he is a man close to his children.
He only seemed to like Jaehaerys because he was a male heir.
That's what you thought, at least.
Until Aegon kept coming to your chambers.
You were often with Helaena before and after the death of your sibling.
So you were not expecting to see Aegon come in to pester you.
You are his by blood, you are his eldest daughter.
Aegon himself didn't realize how... affected he was.
He didn't know how grateful he was to have you until his son was murdered.
Aegon is a man doomed to lose all of his children in the end.
Perhaps even you.
Helaena knows this well and is worried when Aegon shows a sudden interest in you.
Aegon would get noticeably more... protective of you as his daughter.
He may have no eldest son now, but you're still one of his eldest.
He never lets you out of his sight after the death of Jaehaerys.
Helaena often asks he leaves you alone, but the king never does.
"Oh please, wife... let me see her. I won't cause her any harm."
Aegon drags you to Small Council meetings and shows you to Sunfyre.
He's paranoid yet proud of you, his eldest daughter.
He isn't affectionate at first.
But when Jaehaerys dies, he's suffocating.
The king, your father, holds you close.
During Small Council meetings, he has you right beside him or in his lap.
When his Council asks him to leave you with Helaena, Aegon blatantly refuses.
"Far as you're concerned, this is my daughter and she has the right to sit here."
Aegon would not allow betrothals.
That's one thing both he and Helaena can agree on when it comes to you.
You mean too much to him to be married off.
Even when you're of age he dismisses the thought.
Aemond is no doubt appointed as your bodyguard.
He doesn't trust Ser Criston Cole, said man did nothing when his son died.
Even if you are a woman, Aegon raises you like you're his next heir.
Maelor, his other son, is too young for now.
So, for now, you are his main heir.
If anything threatened you, Aegon is not waiting.
He will order Aemond hunt them down.
That is unless he can kill them himself.
You aren't even really allowed to play with Jaehaera or Maelor at times.
You miss your time with Helaena, your mother...
Now all you really see is your uncle Aemond or your father Aegon.
Sometimes you see your grandmother, Alicent, but Aegon isn't keen on it.
It's strange how Aegon goes from indifferent to obsessive about you.
He sits by you all the time, giving you books and often ordering Aemond to look after you.
Aemond would much rather patrol King's Landing with Vhagar... but he adores holding you in his arms so he can't complain.
Aemond may sneak swordsmanship in to teach you in private, even if you are a lady.
Aegon is irritated about it, but soon allows it.
You must be a strong queen... give Rhaenyra a run for her gold...
A way you could get Daeron involved in this is maybe you get to write him ravens while he's out being a squire.
I know this is primarily meant to be Aegon... but I feel at least most of the other Greens would be involved.
Aegon knows you should have a dragon... yet he hates the idea of something going wrong.
Sure, you get along with Sunfyre... he won't even let you near Vhagar... and Dreamfyre is rarely even with her rider...
You'd be fine with a hatchling of your own... but Aegon would be extra careful when giving you one.
He's already lost his first heir, you aren't dying too.
He's so nervous about losing you.
Even more so when he gets burned in battle.
While he's in pain on his bed, he doesn't stop asking about you once he's coherent.
You're left in Helaena and Aemond's care... but often are sent to visit the burned king.
Aemond doesn't see you as a threat to the throne.
In fact there's times he treats you like his own daughter, teaching you High Valyrian... a language Aegon isn't very proficient in.
Helaena is often showing you insects and singing to you as she holds you close.
When you visit Aegon he is adamant on you cuddling up to his good side, holding you close as he hisses in pain.
His body may be broken at this point... but he loves you dearly.
You are his little princess, his little future queen, he's sure of that.
Even in his bed, burned and helpless, he'll keep you safe...
Helaena and Aemond love you too, after all, not a soul will touch you with The Greens.
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The Imperfect Couple - 8
Character: politician!Bucky x ex-wife!reader
Summary: A separated couple must pretend to be happily married while the husband runs for Vice President, dealing with old issues and political pressures during his election campaign.
Warning: The couple's arguments could be triggering.
Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6 , Chapter 7 , Chapter 8 , Chapter 9 , Chapter 10 , Chapter 11 , Chapter 12 , Series Masterlist
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The next day, the headlines dominated the news:
"The Barnes Brothers' Hidden Scandal Exposed"
"Shawn Barnes: The Untouchable Elite Dodging Justice"
"Political Candidateâs Family Ties to Corruption Unveiled"
At the campaign headquarters, the atmosphere was thick with tension. The usual hum of activity was replaced by silence, only broken by the sound of phones ringing off the hook.
Steve stood near the table, crumpling a newspaper in his hands, frustration written all over his face. Bucky stood by the window, his posture rigid as he stared out into the distance, lost in thought.
Steve let out a heavy sigh, massaging his temples. "I didnât expect theyâd bring up Shawn at the debate."
Bucky turned slightly, his voice calm but carrying an edge. "You know Brock. He always hits below the belt, always makes it personal."
Steve glanced out at the campaign team, who were scrambling. The room beyond was a flurry of chaos: phones ringing non-stop, staff members anxiously typing responses, pacing as they fielded questions from the press, all trying to extinguish the flames of the scandal. Steve ran a hand through his hair as he watched, feeling the weight of the situation.
"The numbers are tanking," Steve muttered, his face grim. "After this, the publicâs furious. Voters wonât back a candidate whose family used connections to dodge the law."
Buckyâs jaw tightened as Steve continued, "People hate it when those with power think theyâre above punishment. Thatâs the real damage here. Itâs not just about Shawnâitâs about what it represents."
The trend #CatchShawnBarnes was everywhere, climbing to the top spot on social media. The timing couldnât have been worse. The firestorm had erupted, fueled by rumors and bots likely hired by Brock and Edgarâs teams, intensifying the outrage.
Bucky broke the silence with a quiet, "Iâm sorry."
Steve looked at him, shaking his head. "Donât be. This isnât on you, Buck." His tone softened. "Besides, itâs not your fault."
Steve had known the Barnes family long enough to understand the full story. Shawn, the eldest son, always had an ego, fed by the wealth and privilege of his upbringing. With everything handed to him, he acted like the world owed him, seeing himself as untouchable.
In truth, it was Shawn who was supposed to enter politics. But unlike Bucky, he lacked the charisma and leadership qualities. Caroline, their mother, had long since given up hope on her eldest son, who had failed to live up to expectations.
Back then, Bucky had been a quiet presence, almost invisible in his own home. Caroline had never even heard his voice much, even though they lived under the same roof. But everything changed when Bucky entered law school. There, he shone.
He joined clubs, became student president, volunteered, organized demonstrations, and eventually graduated as valedictorian. Every trait of a leader was there, clear for everyone to seeâespecially Caroline. She shifted her attention to Bucky, molding him into the perfect candidate, ensuring he stayed on the path to success.
Shawn, once the golden child, watched as the spotlight shifted to his younger brother. The attention, the purpose he had once enjoyed, slipped away. He felt lost, purposeless. Thatâs when the spiral began. The drugs were his escape, his way of coping with the emptiness.
At first, it was subtle. But soon, it became public knowledgeâShawn Barnes was a cocaine addict. In an attempt to save face, Caroline and Julius sent him to rehab. But the real disaster struck when Shawn escaped, driving under the influence. Thatâs when the accident happenedâthe night he hit someone with his car.
Steve didnât know the full details after that. What he did know was that Shawn had paid bail and was sent to another rehab, the entire incident hushed up. The Barnes family had buried the scandal deep, hoping it would never see the light of day.
But as Steve thought to himself, no matter how deep you bury something, eventually the stench of rot seeps through.
"Iâll fix this," Bucky said, his voice low but determined.
Steve raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "How, exactly?"
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The Barnes household felt colder than ever, the tension suffocating the room. Shawn sat in the corner, hunched over, hugging his knees. His fingernails were chewed down to the skin, his pale face etched with panic.
"Shit... shit..." he muttered under his breath, eyes darting around the room like a caged animal.
Across the room, Caroline and Julius were in a quiet panic. Caroline paced, wringing her hands, her face pale with fear. Julius stood by the window, his jaw clenched, staring out as if searching for answers that werenât there.
You sat on the sofa, watching the unfolding chaos like a distant spectator. It was almost theatricalâthe Barnes family, once so composed, unraveling before your eyes.
Just then, the door creaked open, and you turned to see Bucky walking in. His face was a mask of determination, his eyes dark and unreadable.
You rose from the sofa and approached him. Before you could speak, he cut you off with a low, firm voice. âI want you to stay out of sight. Away from the windows.â
You frowned but nodded, sensing the weight of his words. He brushed past you without another glance and made his way toward Shawn.
Shawn looked up at Bucky, his eyes wide and filled with fear. He seemed so small in front of his younger brother, almost shrinking under the weight of Buckyâs presence.
âGet up,â Bucky ordered, his voice hard. Without waiting for a response, he reached down and pulled Shawn to his feet.
Shawn stumbled but didnât resist. He followed Bucky like a lost child.
âWhere are you taking him?â Carolineâs voice trembled as she rushed forward to stop them, but Bucky didnât break stride.
âWhat he shouldâve done years ago,â Bucky answered coldly, dragging Shawn along.
Caroline hurried after them, her heels clicking against the floor. âBucky, wait! What do you mean?â
Bucky led them outside, the sound of the door swinging open making Caroline stop in her tracks. She froze as her eyes widened in shock. There, right outside their home, were TV station cameras, police cars, and flashing lights.
Carolineâs heart pounded in her chest. âBucky,â she hissed, her voice sharp with disbelief. âHow could you do this? This is a public execution! Youâre putting a guillotine to your own brother!â
Julius stepped forward, his voice tired but stern. âSon, is this really the only way?â
Bucky turned briefly to look at his parents, his expression cold. âWe have to set an example.â
Carolineâs face twisted in fear, her voice dropping to a near whisper. âBucky, please... donât do this.â
Before Bucky could respond, Shawnâs voice rang out, shaky but clear. âStop!â he shouted.
Caroline flinched, her eyes locking with Shawnâs. His face was pale, but his eyes, for the first time in years, looked determined.
âMother,â Shawn said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. âIâve been free from jail, but thereâs been a shackle on me ever since. Guilt has haunted me every day. Iâve been hiding, running, pretending it didnât happen. But it did. And I need to face it.â
Bucky gave his brother a nod, and Shawn took a shaky breath before turning to him. âLetâs go.â
They walked toward the press together. Cameras flashed as Bucky led Shawn to the bouquet of microphones, the press shouting questions over one another. Shawn took a deep breath and stepped forward. His hands trembled as he gripped the podium.
âI made a mistake,â Shawn began, his voice cracking. âI was reckless... I hurt someone. I ran from it, and I shouldnât have. Iâm sorryâfor what I did and for hiding it for so long.â
As the words left his mouth, you could see the weight of guilt lifting from his shoulders, though his face remained heavy with regret. He glanced at Bucky, who stood beside him, stoic but supportive. Bucky knew how much the accident haunted Shawn, how it had eaten him alive from the inside out.
After Shawn finished his confession, he stepped away from the podium and voluntarily walked toward the waiting police car. The press erupted with questions aimed at Bucky. One reporter shouted above the rest, âWhy did you expose your own brother like this?â
Bucky met the reporterâs gaze, his voice steady and firm. âBecause no one is above the law.â
As Shawn was driven away, Caroline stood frozen in the doorway, her face a mask of fury. She didnât want to look at Bucky, not now, not after what heâd done. Julius said nothing, too exhausted to protest or intervene.
Once the commotion had died down, you walked up to Bucky, your voice low. âYou donât feel guilty? Sacrificing your own brother like that?â
Bucky leaned in, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, "I'll do anything to get that position. Itâs all for you too, babe." His voice was low, dangerous, the tension between you crackling like a live wire.
You could feel the heat radiating off him, the intensity in his gaze as his lips hovered just inches from your skin. The closeness sent a shiver down your spine, your heart pounding in your chest. There was something intoxicating in the way he said it, like a promise that left you both thrilled and unnerved.
You met his gaze, your pulse racing. "Youâre crazy," you muttered, though the words felt weaker than you intended.
Without another word, you pulled away, leaving him standing there, the charge of the moment lingering long after you had gone.
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The next day you returned to the campaign headquarters, where the atmosphere was thick with tension.
So much had happened in the past 48 hours. The campaign team buzzed with a frenetic energy, fueled by the fallout from Shawnâs confession. Despite the chaos, there was a flicker of optimism; his admission had managed to regain some trust from the voters.
Yet, you could sense the undercurrent of anxiety. Everyone was on edge, aware that the storm wasn't over. Phone calls rang out, strategy meetings were called, and you could see the weight of the situation pressing down on each team member's shoulders. You felt a mix of relief and dreadârelief that there was hope, but dread about what might come next.
Your brother, Tim was still focused and serious as he poured over the reports, his usual calm replaced by a quiet intensity. You watched him for a moment, feeling a strange pang of guilt in your chest. But you couldnât linger on that.
âIâm going to get some coffee,â you muttered, more to yourself than anyone else.
The streets were busy, but your mind was elsewhere, lost in the chaos of everything that had happened. The scandal, the press, Bucky. It felt like everything was unraveling. The nearest cafĂŠ was only a block away, and you pushed through the door, grateful for the brief respite.
Thatâs when you saw him.
Ian.
He was leaning casually against the counter, a cup of coffee in hand, but the moment he spotted you, something changed in his expression. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, but it was far from friendly.
You froze in place, staring at him for a beat too long. âAre you spying on us?â you asked, your voice low but sharp as you crossed your arms, trying to keep your emotions in check.
Ian's smirk widened as if heâd been waiting for this. âIsnât it obvious?â he replied, his tone almost teasing but dripping with bitterness. âI work with the other side now.â
You felt a surge of frustration, but more than that, something inside you twistedâan old wound reopening. You took a step closer, your eyes narrowing.
âWeâve worked together, Ian. Weâve seen injustice and unfairness in the world. But thisâŚâ You hesitated, searching his face for any trace of the person you used to know. âThis feels personal.â
Ianâs smile faded, replaced by something darker. He snapped his fingers, and in an instant, everyone in the cafĂŠ left, leaving just the two of you inside.
You were taken aback, a chill running down your spine as the door swung shut behind the last customer.
He stepped forward, closing the distance between you, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. âYou got that right,â he said, his eyes burning with something deep and unresolved.
âThe person who died in that car accident? The one your dear Buckyâs brother killed? That was my twin brother.â
Your breath caught in your throat, the world around you narrowing to just Ian and the heavy weight of his words. âYour twinâŚâ you whispered, the realization hitting you like a punch to the gut.
Ianâs expression hardened, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. âYeah. My twin brother. Both of us were put up for adoption. I didnât even know he existed until I was fourteen years old.â
He turned his gaze away from you, the memories clearly painful, but he didnât stop. âI was adopted by a British couple. Grew up thinking I was an only child. It wasnât until I did some digging into my adoption records that I found out about him. My twin.â
You felt a chill run down your spine as you listened, unable to speak. Ianâs voice was tight with emotion, but he pressed on.
âI was so damn happy when I found him. We bonded right away, as if weâd never been apart.â His voice softened, but the pain was unmistakable.
âWe stayed in touch. Became close. We had so much to catch up on, and it was like I finally had someone who understood me in a way no one else could.â
He shook his head, his jaw clenching. âBut thenâŚâ He looked back at you, his eyes blazing with anger. âThen Shawn Barnes took him away from me. He killed him. And your husband family covered it all up.â
You flinched at the venom in his words, your heart pounding in your chest. You had no idea. You hadnât known the full story, and now it was staring you in the face.
Ian stepped even closer, invading your space, his eyes searching yours for somethingâmaybe regret, maybe guilt. âThey buried it. Buried him. And now youâre standing by their side, supporting the man whose family let my brotherâs killer walk free.â
You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. You felt frozen, torn between your loyalty to Bucky and the weight of Ianâs grief and anger.
You knew about the cover-up involving Shawn, but who were you to uncover the truth, especially knowing it would be futile to fight against Caroline?
Now, guilt washed over you for having ignored this. It turned out the victim was closer than you had ever realized.
Ianâs voice softened, but the intensity didnât fade. âTell me,â he said, his gaze piercing into you. âAfter all of this⌠after everything you know⌠do you still trust him?â
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for the kingdom: part v
summary: being the youngest daughter of alicent, you hadnât known what it was like to feel restraint until you had been betrothed to the eldest son of queen rhaenyra for a pact. for who? for the kingdom.
pairing: jacaerys velaryon x fem!reader
warnings: explicit content, cunnilingus, dirty thoughts in a church, porn with (little) plot, dirty talk, slightly public sex, overstimulation | if you liked this, pls do leave a heart or comment, itâd be greatly appreciated ^w^
part: I, II, III, IV, V
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Alyrie Florent.
Alerie Hightower.
Viserys Targaryen.
"Mother," Alicent jumps at the sudden call. Her eyebrows confusedly joining together as she stares at you, rugged and breathless.
Clearly, you had not remembered of your commitment to come with your mother to the Sept at early morrow.
She stares at you from top to bottom before you invite yourself to the place beside her, kneeling and clasping your hands together as she had always told you to do once you arrive at the Sept.
"My goodness, daughter, it is only early morrow... why do you look like that?"
You run a hand through your hair, your chest heaving up and down as you close your eyes. "Look like what?" You ask although you could not really care for an answer.
"Nothing. Pray for your father." Thank the gods you thought.
The run from the inn inside the Streets of Silk was far from the Sept. Not to mention, the hundreds of steps that you had to walk up both in the Red Keep to get dressed and to the Sept itself.
As you finally feel the silence around you, visions of last night cannot be stopped as it runs through your mind again.
"I expected more from you, princess," the teasing tone of Jacaerys' voice hits just the right buttons. His hips hitting your pelvis in slow, hard strokes that has you seeing stars by the minute. The moment his cock entered your cunt, you knew it was over for you.
"Just fuck me, Jace," you say in between moans. Your hands going up your head and into your hair as you desperately pull at it. You hear a deep chuckle come from him as his hands hook your legs around his waist, snaking his arm across your chest and to the back of your neck before his pace quickens.
You scream his name, the sound entering his ears like one of the greatest songs ever sung by poets. That pushes him further. His lips latching onto one of your perked nipples before his warm tongue lovingly laps circles around it. You put one hand on his head, messing up his hair as your sanity decreases by theâŻ
"Daughter, did you hear what I said?" The images in your head disappear and you are faced with a furious look from Alicent. Sighing discreetly, you look back at her, giving back the same look. "I didn't catch you clearly."
She shakes her head disapprovingly, "Your uncle, Uncle Gwayne, might return. However, I do not know when exactly he'll come back."
For such a meaningless sentence, you hum and simply throw her a question as you exhale loudly. Feeling your body slowly heat up again. "Really? Why is he bothering to come back?"
Once you heard your mother's continuous flow of words in answer to your question, you peacefully close your eyes again. Hoping to all of the gods that it would keep your mother at bay. You gulp nothing but saliva down your dry throat, feeling all of the tingles and touches you felt last night.
"That's it... Keep your eyes on me, princess. You're doing so good," Jace's eyes lazily look up at you, a grin etched on his lips as you bounce up and down his length. This new position hitting places you never thought one could reach.
Your thighs were burning. You feel the pain in your hips going stronger but the pleasure overpowers it by a league. You wished the two of you could have stayed like earlier where he was the only one moving but after he makes you release in that position, he kisses you messily then pulls you off of the cushion.
His big hands hold the sides of your hips, helping you bounce, even thrusting up on his own every now and then to catch you off-guard. Your eyes close for your own sake as you feel another release close by. Jace watches you with amusement in his eyes as your hips begin grinding on his length, no longer bouncing like you used to, chasing after your release.
So close. Your eyes close shut even firmer. You can taste itâŻ
A hand breaks your thoughts again. On the brink of sanity now as the hand belonged to your sister, Helaena, who shows you a caterpillar that she sets on the concrete ground before kneeling beside you.
Gods, you are cruel. You say in your mind. Letting your face do the talking while Helaena opens up about her insects.
"It looks nice." Alicent smiles. You have to physically stop yourself from rolling your eyes as both your mother and your sister converse with each other while you kneel there in the middle. When you close your eyes, Alicent speaks again. "You two must bear the Hightower name."
What is this woman talking about? The thoughts in your head are all over the place. Helaena being too pre-occupied in watching her caterpillar to even bother reply to your mother.
"You married me off to a Targaryen, remember?" You say in a low voice. Clasping your hands together.
Alicent puts a hand on your shoulder and bicep, "It was for the better. Besides, it would have been Jacaerys, Queen Rhaenyra's eldest, or Lucerys. Would've you rather rule over the seas than the seven kingdoms?"
"I agree with you wholeheartedly, mother, now please let me pray in peace."
You peek at her by opening just a small portion of your eye, your mother shaking her head once more before she closes her own eyes. Pressing her hand to her forehead as she too, probably, prayed.
Jace's arms instinctively pull you closer. Wrapping his arm around your waist as he pounded inside of you from over edge of the bed. He's only came once while you couldn't even count how many times your legs shook at his expense.
"How does that feel?" Jace asks in your ear, feeling his hand snake through your stomach and down the apex of your thighs where his fingers skillfully rub against your cunt. The contact making you dive further into the mattress if not for the his arm holding you up by your waist. "Does it feel good? Are you pleased, princess?"
No words leave your mouth, only moans and whimpers as his thrusts got deeper. Each thrust into your delicious cunt making him feel delirious. After delaying his own release numerous times, his release was approaching him now just like a wave.
"Don't stop, Jace, fuck," you grit, gripping the sheets as another orgasm awaits.
Continuous groans and grunts leave his mouth. The veins in his neck just as angry as the ones that line his cock. His hands rush to pull your upper body up, placing his hand flat against your neck as your back is now flush against his chest. His other hand stimulating your clit. Every part of your body was on fire and he knows it.
His hand around your neck tightens ever so slightly and you feel your vision turn white. Everything becoming too much. "I'm close. Fuck, I'm coming again, Jace," you cry out.
"It's okay, princess," he grunts, feeling his own release come about as your legs shake, cunt tightening around his cock with a scream escaping your lips. His lips ghosting all across your ear and the side of your neck as rubs soothing circles on your belly. "I got you."
"Y/N, are you okay?" The question from Helaena makes you jolt. Sweat beading on your forehead as you rush to stand up. Both Alicent and Helaena looking at you with great concern. Your face was pale and your clothes had numerous wet spots because of the sweat.
You laugh uncomfortably, "I am. Are we going now?"
"You're the only one we're waiting on." Alicent tells you with a nod, turning around and walking away.
Brushing the feeling of last night off, you hurriedly follow your mother and sister out of the Sept and into a carriage back to the Red Keep.
Before the council meeting later in the day, you have a good amount of time to rest in your own shared chambers with your husband.
He hasn't arrived yet so you use the time to take back some strength after tiring yourself out last night. It may be the low-end cushion that you laid yourself on last night but your bed now has never been comfier. You were tossing and turning all around it while hugging your pillows.
Your handmaidens had their own affairs to deal with, thankfully, it meant no random hair braiding and no anything that would disrupt your peace in your haven.
That is if your brother only bothered to take the locked door as an answer.
"Does my door being locked mean nothing?" You ask at Aemond, having to walk back to your bed after opening your door for him. His return meant the others have just came back as well, it was only a matter of time now before Jace comes to both of your rooms and your peace is disrupted.
Aemond takes a seat near the fireplace. "You sneaked out last night, didn't you?"
Your brother knowing wasn't too surprising for you. He knew of all things, even things he shouldn't know in the first place. So when he asks, you answer with honesty.
"Are you telling Mother?"
Your brother hums, shrugging subtly as he inspects the things you had on the table. Random stacks of books and golden chalices filled with water. Jewelries of various design scattered all over.
"Alicent scolding you does give me some pleasure," Aemond says but you know he's just being an asshole. "It does not give me any use though."
You sigh. Dramatically falling on the soft cushion of your bed as you speak again. "Then tell me what I have done to warrant this astonishing visit from you, Aemond."
A thought hits and you jolt, "You're betrothed?" The scowl on his face says otherwise. "Found a girl?" "Aegon's dead?" You exclaim in a theatrical manner.
Aemond snickers, "Have you seen Otto?" The sudden question goes past your mind as you ask him about the mission last night.
"It was just me and Cole working. Our brother and Jace were as useful as a dragon without wings," Aemond shakes his head, standing up from his chair and exploring the room. The constant walking around bugged your senses.
You glare at your brother's remark. "Honestly, brother, shouldn't you be reporting to the Queen about what happened to the mission?"
"Shouldn't you be welcoming your husband with open arms outside?" Aemond retorts before he holds up a finger, "Oh, apologies, you already welcomed him with open legs last night."
"You should visit a brothel, brother. Or talk to Cole if you are truly irritated with the world," you throw him over an old mirror compact that you had on your nightstand, your brother catching it perfectly before settling it down on a random surface.
Your door opens and just in time, Jace enters. He looks surprised seeing Aemond first thing inside of your room.
Gazing at him, he had his usual clothes back on and not the cream-colored shirts and pants. His hair was in a different way disheveled, there were some strands that look naturally curled compared to how his hair used to look like the first night when you two married.
Aemond glances at him before he turns to you. With a nod, he leaves your room in silence.
"What's your brother doing here?" Jace asks as the door closes. Opening his closet and placing his clothes inside.
"I don't know either," you shrug indifferently. Lying back down on your bed as you watch him move around. The curls on his head bringing back a certain person that you met only once or twice before.
Jace notices you staring at his hair and so he speaks, "It is better not to comment unless you want to be deemed treasonous, my dear wife." The grin on your lips telling him everything he needs to know about what was in your head.
A meeting was called into the council room. Something about an update regarding the recent mission that finished last nightâŻor so you thought.
"Where were you?" Your curious eyes go over Otto's figure. He definitely looks surprised when you stop him before he enters the council room. Your grandfather's presence giving you an unsettling feeling as he comes from one of the farther connecting hallways within the keep.
He raises an eyebrow at you, "If it pleases you, I came from Maegor's Holdfast." The way he says it has a condescending tone that you would rather not point out.
You nod quietly, going inside the small council that was now full of people.
Rhaenyra's way of ruling always boggled you. She is Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and yet her small council is crowded. Not only are the seven mandatory positions already here but, Rhaenyra's children were there, Baela and Rhaena Targaryen were there, you and Aemond were even there despite not having any official position in it.
"I want everyone to feel included," as Rhaenyra said on the week that she was able to compose her own small council.
As you walk through the room, your eyes immediately lock with Jace's. It was clear that he had just finished bathing, as evidenced by the wetness of his hair, curls bouncier and more evident than before. It would be a crime for you to say it was not refreshing seeing a new hairstyle on him.
"Dearest wife," Jace nods at you with a small smile.
Contrary to his greeting, you sneer lowly, "Husband."
You take a stone ball from the middle, occupying the vacant seat beside your husband as the council chamber quiets down. The queen nodding at her other council members before she starts.
The meeting at the council went smoothly. Majority of Rhaenyra's council members did their job exceptionally well. Food was not scarce, problems were given solutions, and houses were given adequate attention in terms of their worries.
Whilst the Queen went on about the operations within the city, an occasional share of ideas from you and your mother, you could feel your husband's stare boring into you every time you look away to stare at Her Grace.
He figured that was not enough. His fingers brushing past your hand like a sin. So discreet, so subtle underneath the table as if you two did not consummate your marriage the night before.
You feel his hand creeping on yours again, this time you feel the warmth of it stay a little long before he withdraws it fast. "Jace? Aemond? How did the task go?"
Jace clears his throat, gesturing at Aemond who seemed to already have an answer to the Queen's question.
Aemond starts, "The task cannot be said as a success, your grace. It is clear from last night that more men must be employed in the field, not just Prince Jacaerys...nor Prince Aegon," he raises an eyebrow at your direction. Giving him back the same look before he clicks his tongue and turns back to Rhaenyra.
"I believe the perpetrator has someone inside of the Red Keep, as well as outside, where they hide their other men. They cannot hide this long if not for said allies." Aemond pulls off of the stone table and rests on the chair.
"What do you propose we do?"
This time, it's Aemond that gestures at Jace. "We need to set out more guards on patrol. Not just guards wearing their uniform but guards that are civilians. If these perpetrators do have men inside of King's Landing, we can only know if we live within King's Landing and see its every day operations without raising any suspicions."
People around the table nod, some even proposing additional ideas to it but Rhaenyra seemed to be well pleased with what her son and your brother suggested earlier.
"Your Grace, I fear this has not reached you yet but the mercenary that Prince Jacaerys and my granddaughter bought here is allegedly from the North."
Your head turns, "He's not."
All of the attention zones on you at the sudden interjection. "The man is from Essos. He has burns on his wrist to his arm. There's a group of people within Essos that have those."
"And how would you know that? You have not travelled to Essos nor have you seen this prisoner face-to-face," Otto says with another rather condescending tone. It was clear from the look on his face that he was undermining the information you're giving.
Your jaw clenches. Scoffing in disbelief at your grandfather's statement. "I would know that because I was the one attacked, as you should have known," you put your elbow on the table. "You do know that, right? Jacaerys was not the only one attackedâHells, it was me that was attacked not him. I killed him."
"That is not something to be proud of," Alicent whispers from beside you.
"Let her be," says Aemond with a bored tone.
Otto does not say any more as an uncomfortable silence settles around the small council. Rhaenyra, sensing this unsettling atmosphere, clarifies the situation before her orders are officially given out.
Jace glances at you as a check up after the cross between you and your grandfather. He was nibbling on his lips as you two lock eyes once more.
"Am I the one speaking?" You question him rhetorically, rolling your eyes at him as you lean on your chair and listen to the politics between them one more.
The thought that you would soon be in a higher place than you are nowâclearly not in Rhaenyra's place as the ruler of the iron throneâbut still in a high position as the queen consort, having to listen through all of this talk and plans and politics, then plan treaties and feasts together with the other houses, it suffocated you.
Your husband knows that too but, he says no more.
Years of your life was spent within the four wall of your own room. Now, you stand outside of it as numerous servants usher in and out of it while holding different furniture.
You did not want to dwell on the thought of your own space being changed now that your mother's going to occupy your previous room before the marriage but, it stood right across the door from the libraryâa reason on why you loved your room as wellâyou cannot just ignore it.
With a deep sigh, you turn around, going inside of the library only to find it empty.
The gods may have hated you enough to take you away from the room you call home, but they do have some conscience to let you have the library all on your own.
Studying was never your forte, reading was. Folklores, history, stories of the maesters, you loved reading about them all.
"I figured you would be here," a voice speaks from the reading area. You were in between the bookshelves, looking for another book to read along with the five that you already have stacked on your hand. "No one loves the library as you do."
"I'm occupied, fortunately, you can go back to our chambers, my beloved husband," you huff, pulling out another book from the shelves before you head out to the open area for reading only to see Jace holding a stack of books himself.
You fake a gasp as you point at him, "I didn't know you can read."
He ignores your attempt to ridicule him and instead places his stacks of books beside yours. You raise an eyebrow at him and he already feels another joke coming up. "I knew you couldn't read! Do you want me to read them then summarize 'em for you, my dear husband?"
"I had this delivered from the Citadel's Library. I figured my beloved wife could use more books to read to...broaden her horizons." Jace crosses his arms, hip leaning on your table.
"I din't take bribery, Jace. What do you need?"
The prince's forehead creases in disbelief, "Are we not allowed to give gifts now?"
"You're awfully suspicious," you reply back fast, standing up from your seat and going back to the stacks of bookshelves.
Jace doesn't reply, instead, he watches you look for books again. He swears he could feel his life span decreasing each time you act like thatâlike how? He doesn't know as well. The poor man massages his temples as he grabs the book at the uppermost stack from those he bought before walking over to you.
"Your servants have told me that you have almost finished all of the books in the library so I sent a raven to ask for more books. You are free to read them as they are yours and I will make sure the books in our chambers are sorted out as well, if that's okay."
You tap your fingers over the spines of the books, Jace slipping the one he held in his hands at the end so you go past it as well.
"And why would you do all that, husband?" You ask, staring into his eyes as you stand in front of him.
Jace keeps his cool, clasping his hands together, "You said it yourself. I am your husband. It is my duty to keep you entertained."
"Oh but there's a lot of different ways to keep me entertained," you say with a sly smile, the rising ends of your lips making his breath hitch. His mouth falls open but no words leave it, his eyes, however, darken.
The prince replies back, "I'm sure I know a way or two to keep you entertained."
You grin, thinking he's not getting the signal and so you run a hand through his curly hair. "That hair suits you... but I think I know how your hair could look better."
"And how's that?"
"In between my thighs."
Jace scoffs, looking through the cracks behind the bookshelves go check if anyone sneaked in. When he sees no one, he does the first contact as he backs you slowly into the other side of the wall.
The two of you no farther than an inch away from each other as he places his hands on your sides with much care. Pressing his lips on yours before you feel the sides of your dress be bunched up by him.
You willfully open your mouth to him, letting him explore it with his tongue as you did his. Sucking on the wet muscle while you tangle your arms around his neck like a second nature. You could feel his lips stretching into a smile when he starts to pull away.
The dashing smile on his lips seemed to have put you under a spell as you nod eagerly when he nods first. Jace keeping his eyes on yours as he went on his knees in a hurry. He bunches up your skirt, your urgent hands grabbing a hold of said skirt so his hands would be free toâ
"Jace!" You hiss, getting caught off-guard when he pushes himself in between your legs. Gripping your thighs tightly as you start to feel his hot breath right where you need him the most. Praise all of the gods for letting you wear a kirtle because it made everything all the more easier. Your legs nearly give out when you feel him lick a stripe up your slit. Mouth falling open in pure ecstasy. It's only been a day since he last touched you but it felt like a year. His mouth laps at you like a starved man. Nose poking at your bud which made everything much more pleasureful. Your hands naturally find solace in his hair, pulling and tugging on it until groans vibrate through your core. He nips at your cunt, the contact of his teeth to the sensitive bud making you yelp. It doesn't take long for him to have you screaming quivering in his grasp. His name spilling out of your mouth like a prayer. You tasted so good, the prince feeling addicted to your taste as he can't even stop himself from fucking his tongue in and out of your hole. "Seven hells, it feels so fucking good, Jacaerys," you mewl, shamelessly grinding your hips on his mouth. His curls scattered all over your hands as you slowly feel that release coming up. He abruptly inserts two fingers inside as he pulls away, chin glistening with your release. You nearly come at the erotic look on his face. His lips crashes with yours again, silencing your moans while you taste yourself on his tongue. His fingers thrusting in and out of you in a quick motion. "I'll make you feel so much better later, I just need to fuck you now," his voice is strained. Desperately untying his trousers. You were so caught up in your own pleasure that you didn't notice his shaft poking against his trousers so when he finally undoes them, you pull it down in one swift motion. The sight of his erect cock making your mouth water. Jace puts one of your legs up to his hips, whispering, "Jump," as you do so enthusiastically. Your arms wrapping around his broad shoulders as both of your legs hook around his waist. You pull him into another hungry kiss, Jace navigating the two of you until he finds a counter. He pushes everything off of it and places you gently on it, the sounds of books and metal hardware falling onto the carpeted floor. He didn't care, nor did you. "I need it so bad, Jace," you whimper, pulling away to look down your middle. The sight of your husband holding his cock as he runs it up and down your slit making you roll your eyes way back as your head falls back. You were biting your lips to try and stop more of your sounds from coming out. He thrusts in one swift motion, the blunt head of his cock hitting the sweet spot of yours that he seems to have memorized already. The two of you moaning loudly in unison. Jace wastes no time in fucking you. His pelvis snapping aggressively into yours as your legs desperately try to pull him closer. "I'm so close, Y/N," he grunts, putting more force into his thrusts as he chases after his own orgasm. Your cunt clenches greedily on his cock. The sensation making Jace bite his lips to stop himself from spilling before you do. He drops a hand to your clit, instantly getting a reaction from you. Your back arching off of the table as you scream about the pleasure. One, twoâŻa few more strokes to your spot and you almost⯠"Can I have a word with my sister once you two are done?" You thought it was only your mind making up scenarios but it wasn't. Another knock sounding, "Oh, and keep it down. Halaena is trying to put Jaehaerys to sleep."Â
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How the Slytherin boys react to baby! Sibling Reader walking for the first time
Warning: modern au, swearing, fluffy goodness, google translated Italian
A/n: you can ask me to do Draco malfoy react to this as well.
Ft. Tom Riddle, Mattheo Riddle, Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire.
Tom Riddle
He was cleaning the kitchen up after mattheo who left to go visit Theodore
Tom grumbled as you were babbling away with your toys. Your curious eyes wanted to be next to your brother. Your big brother who started to wash dishes.
You babbled for Tomâs attention only to get nothing
And honestly that made you mad as you started to crawl then walk a bit before falling
You were sure a stubborn baby as you made a slight scream noise. And that got the eldest riddleâs attention
âWhat inâŚyouâre..walking?â He says looking at you walking to him after your fall. You babble gripping his pants leg and pulling with a furious roar
âCalm down you..â he picks you up with a smile. Happy youâre finally walking. âYou finally did it dear..â
Mattheo Riddle
This boy was playfully running from you as you sped crawl like a zombie baby.
âCmon kid! Sped up more!â He says teasing you with his toothy grin. What he didnât except was for you to immediately get up and start to waddle after him. Babbling nothing but happiness
Immediately mattheo jawâs drop as he lower himself onto his knees and motion you towards him.
âCmon! Cmon!â
And finally you came into his arms as he smiled at you. âTom is not gonna believe this!..actually yes the hell he would.â Mattheo says smirking.
Theodore Nott
âCmon..tesoro, walk. I know you can walk.â Theo says as he had set up his phone for this moment. You babbled sitting down before you gripped his arm and stood up.
Theodore smiled wide as you walked a little before you wobbled. You made an alarming sound as Theodore laughed.
You fell into his arms and he picked you up spinning as he laughed.
âMolto bene! CosĂŹ brava principessa! Sono cosĂŹ orgoglioso di te!!â He exclaims as he kisses your head and going to pick up his phone (Very good! So good princess! Iâm so proud of you!!)
He watches that video every time he sees you walking sometimes.
Lorenzo Berkshire
He was playing peek a boo with you
Yâknow, laughing and giggling as he just tickles youâŚbut when he closed his eyes again
There you were standing! You were just standing there with an adorable smile.
âAHHH!! Y/N youâre standing! Youâre such a smart person..â he picks you up laughing with your giggles.
Setting you in his lap, he tickles you and wishes he couldâve recorded this moment.
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What Happened At Driftmark
Media - House Of The Dragon Character - (Teen) Aegon Targaryen Couple - Aegon X Reader Reader - (Teen) Y/n Targaryen (Rhaenyra's daughter) Rating - Smut Word Count - 3444
Warning - Teen Smut / Neice x Uncle
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Aegon looked bored at the sobbing crowd in Driftmark, a relative had died, he really didn't care, he was only there for the Alcohol, Aegon glanced around the crowd, trying to put names to faces given how long it had been since he had seen most of the family, he could pick out some names and faces but stopped short at one in particular,
Y/n, technically his niece even if they were only perhaps two or three years apart in age, his half-sisterâs eldest child and daughter. Aegon had known her and been fairly close to her when they were children Y/n, was a short girl in a black dress with red accents, she had long dark curls as all those children did,
She meets eyes with Aegon and gives him a faint smile,
Aegon almost choked on his mouth full of wine when he noticed Y/n, Aegon was speechless, shocked to say the least and was paralyzed by her eyes, The prince finally snapped out of his amazement when he saw Y/n give him a shy smile, quickly drank all the remaining contents of the wine and returned her smile with a cheeky "flirty" smile.
she giggled a little hiding her giggle behind her hand,
Aegon laughed he found it adorable, so cute, his eyes continued to look at her, as if he were a hungry wolf staring at his prey. But his smile faded when he noticed his mother giving a cold and serious look him her own mother giving her a glare too.
Aegon's playful smile disappeared, he knew what that look meant "Don't." Aegon decided to ignore his mother, he waited until her mother left her alone for a moment so he quickly went over, "Hello Y/n... Long time no see, you have grown much more beautiful."
Said Aegon with a friendly smile, trying to impress her, he didn't want to look like a jerk right now.
she smiled and curtsied "Good afternoon Prince Aegon," she smiled "it has been a time indeed, you have only grown more wise and handsome During this time my prince"
âDon't say that, you will inflate my ego.â Aegon said with a friendly laugh, his eyes looking at her from top to bottom once again, Aegon just found her so adorable. The prince wanted her, he wanted her now, now if he was honest, but he was holding back for now, he doesn't want to look rude. âCan I walk with you a bit? I want to talk with you, it's been a while since I see your cute face.â
"yes my prince" she nodded
Aegon smiled when he heard Y/n's answer, Aegon extended his arm towards her, a friendly and playful smile on his lips, he honestly wanted Y/n, even if it was just for one night... He would be happy with that,
she nodded and took his arm in one hand and the other on the skirt of her black dress holding it a little so she could walk without treading on it
As the two of them walked, Aegon's eyes continued to look at Y/n, Aegon just couldn't get over how much he had missed his "pretty niece" he wanted her so much.
âMay I ask you a question? Why don't you and I talk to each other more often? You're my niece, the daughter of my half-sister, it's a shame we don't talk often.â
"it is a shame my prince we used to talk every day in the red keep but since Mother took us away to Dragonstone I so rarely get a chance to see you, I wish I could send ravens to you but Mother doesn't like our sides of the family to chat"
Aegon's friendly smile slowly turned into a slightly angry face, he just couldn't help but be furious, the damn girl's mother was ruining his fun with her daughter. âWhy? Why on earth does your mother not like us talking to her? It is not our fault that she loves the Velaryons more than her own blood!â
Said Aegon with his voice slightly raised, his fists clenched, He just wanted to talk to Y/n and that woman just couldnât let him.
"I suppose the greens and blacks are two sides building walls"
âThe feud is stupid,â Aegon said as he slowly started to calm down, Aegon sighed as he looked at Y/n with sadness and a little annoyance. âI just wanted to catch up with my nieceâŚ. It's a shame my half-sister doesn't let meâŚâ
"It is a shame... If I may be so bold my prince, I do miss you"
Aegon smiled lightly as he heard this, he gently placed his other hand on top of Y/n's, and Aegon's face started to turn into a cheeky and slightly naughty smile, he just couldn't help it. âI miss you tooâŚ. More than you could imagine, I think about you every day, even more now that I see you again.â
"as so I, my prince"
âThen, could you do me a favour?â Asked Aegon with his friendly and slightly seductive little smile on his face, Aegon just wanted to spend time with his niece and to have some fun with her, what could go wrong?
"what is it, my prince?" She asked sweetly
The more she was nice, the more Aegon's smile grew, his hand that was intertwined with hers gave Y/n's a little squeeze. âCan you come with me to my room?⌠I just want to talk a little, catch up on how youâve been doing and so on.â
she nodded and allowed him to lead her to the chamber he was staying in for the stay at Driftmark
When they both were inside, locked and alone, Aegon wasted no time in pinning Y/n against the wall, his body pushed against hers, his hands firmly against the wall on both sides of Y/n.
âFinally⌠Alone with you... Itâs just you and meâŚâ He said with a cheeky smile and in a seductive voice as he stared into her eyes.
she yelped in shock as him suddenly pinned her to the wall of the chamber her chest rising and falling fast "Aegon-" she gasped in surprise
The prince chuckled and gently grabbed Y/n's chin with one of his hands and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. âShhhhhâŚ. This is my moment to finally get what I wantâŚâ Aegon said while caressing her cheek, his hand gently going down from her face down to her neck, and then to the top of her dress.
she turned bright red at his kiss to her lips, her body trembling in her gown "are uhh are you sure my prince?" She stuttered
âMy pretty niece⌠I've never been so sure of anything before...â He whispered in a seductive and lustful voice as his hand slightly pulled her dress down, his face getting closer and closer to her neck, he gave her a long, very slow and gentle kiss. âI want you and you know it...â Aegon added in a whisper against her skin, his body pressed against hers so she could feel his hardened erection against her.
she gasped at the touch of his hands and his lips, her eyes go wide when she feels his erection against her through their clothes "Aegon... My prince...we... We are not the children we once were, as we could lie our way out of our time together,"
Aegon let his hand go to her behind now, giving it a little grab in a teasing manner, he was getting lost in the moment, he was so horny he couldn't think straight. âIt's only you and me here, no one elseâŚ. we are safe, no one will know...â Aegon whispered as he began kissing her neck, his hands grabbed her even more, his grip on her becoming possessive.
"but we can't... If someone found out ... Our family they'd be furious"
Aegon gave a frustrated groan as he heard that, he knew she was right, but also so wrong at the same time. His body continued to lean onto hers, his erection still hard on her abdomen, he couldn't just stop now. âThere's no one here⌠Come on niece⌠you want it tooâŚ. I want you and you know itâŚâ
she blushed bright red but she couldn't speak instead she turned her head to the side allowing him more space to kiss her neck
Aegon smiled victoriously when he felt her turn her head, he knew she wanted, but just needed a little push and there it was, she was giving him more access to her neck already. âThatâs it⌠give inâŚâ Aegon whispered as he began to gently bite her neck, his hand on her butt gave it another grab, and his breathing became slightly more heavy and faster.
Y/n squealed a little as Aegons hand grabbed her behind forcing her as close to him as possible, she could feel the cold gold elements of his clothes as well as his hard erection though his green trousers "Please... please... Be gentle" she whispered and begged for the sake of her Maidenhead
Aegon chuckled against her neck as he heard her begging, he just couldn't help but give a cocky smile, he liked her begging too much. âDonât worry my sweet pretty niece⌠Iâll be gentleâŚâ
He replied in a lustful voice, his hands going under her dress and grabbing her bare skin, his own breath became even more heavy and needy as he felt her skin in his hands.
she nodded and her body trembled in excitement as his hands pull up her black and red gown her skin below pale and warm
Aegon let out an almost beast-like growl as he saw her skin being exposed to him, he was so needy right now, he needed her now and now, âYouâre so perfectâŚâ He muttered between heavy breaths and kisses, his hands were all over her skin, roaming and touching everywhere he could reach.
she giggled as his kisses tickled her but she pushed his hands away and blushed hard as she plaid with the laces of his doublet asking sweetly for permission
Aegon raised an eyebrow when she pushed his hands away, confused for a moment, but his expression quickly turned into a smile. âGo on⌠you have my permissionâŚâ He whispered while pulling her even closer, his hard erection pressing tightly against her stomach now, he just couldnât keep is excitement and eagerness inside him anymore.
"your sure Aegon?" Y/n asked her wide eyes looking up at him
âDon't ask me twiceâŚâ He mumbled his response as he gave her a very quick and demanding kiss on her lips, Aegon just wanted her now, his kisses went back to her neck as he waited for her to open his doublet and undress him.
she giggled nervously but she unlaced his doublet and pushed it off his shoulders leaving him in his shirt, her hands nervously pull his shirt up and over his head revealing his bare chest which she Giggled at and stroked over his warm skin
Once she removed his shirt, his hard chest was revealed and she gave a cute little giggle when she touched and caressed it, Aegon took the chance and began to kiss her neck and shoulder now. âYouâre so cute⌠letâs see if youâre just as cute everywhere elseâŚ. Lift your dress so I can see what you have been hiding from meâŚâ
she blushed hard her face and even her chest turning a little red, she nodded and gently moved him to sit on the bed inside the driftmark chamber, she stood Infront of him nervously her eyes met his and then moved down watching his erection still pressing though his trousers, she slowly unlaced her dress tugging it off her shoulders, then Unlacing her corset and pushing that away leaving her in her white underdress
Aegon watched with excitement and lust as she removed the dress and corset, and when she was left in her white underdress, he let a hungry grunt escape from his lips. âCome hereâŚâ He said as his hand gave a little pull to her arm, the prince made her sit on his lap, his hard erection pressed against her now even more than before,
she let out a small squeal when he pulls her Into his lap her arms wrap around his neck and her body is against him completely with only a thin layer of cotton to conceal her
He groaned when he felt her body against his, it just felt so good to have her right here, but he wanted more, he wanted her. âYou feel so goodâŚ.â His hands were all over her again, her skin, her body, her legs, he just couldnât stop feeling her every part of her. âAre you ready for meâŚâ He whispered against her skin while his mouth still kissed and bite her neck.
"yes my prince" she nodded excitedly
He smiled victoriously as he heard her yes, he was so eager that he didnât even think this through, he wasnât even aware of what he was doing, he just knew he wanted her so badly and thatâs what matters for him. âGoodâŚâ He whispered as he began to kiss her again, his mouth hungrily claimed her lips in an eager kiss, his hands now grabbing the bottom of her dress and pulling it up to reveal her legs.
he pulled her underdress all the way to the small of her back revealing her legs, thighs, ass and cunt to his eyes, he let out another grunt, He let his hands run up her thighs all the way to her behind, touching her sensitive skin and giving her another grab, it just felt so good to have her like this, right up against him, but he needed more.
she blushed hard and giggled at the sight of her being so close to him their bodies touching with now just his trousers between them even as his erection threatened to break the fabric and escape just to finally have her
âI want you so badâŚ.â He mumbled between heavy breaths, His hands moved to the back of her thighs, gently lifting her up and closer so that only a thin layer of fabric separated them, his whole body was hot, but he could not wait anymore. âPleaseâŚâ He begged in a pleading voice that sounded so desperate it was even surprising to him.
"please what my prince?" She giggled
She was so adorable, but she was just teasing him too much, his breathing was so heavy, and his whole body was so hot, he just couldnât control himself, he growled again, his desperate need for her was stronger than anything by this point. âStop teasing⌠I need youâŚâ He practically whispered in between heavy breaths, his voice was so pleading, he would beg for her if need be.
she nodded and happily watched as he unlaced his trousers
His breathing was still heavy, and so was his eager heart, his eyes focused on her, and his body on autopilot, the only thing keeping him from just going on with it was the fact that she was a maiden, but once she gave him permission, he was going to take her maidenhead right there and He was quick to pull his erection free from his trousers her eye widened and her cheeks reddened at the sight of him in his hand she did her best to hide her giggles, He felt her gaze on his erection, and then her giggle, he just couldnât help but tease a little, he was in such a playful mood.
âYou like what you see?â
"I've never seen one before" she admitted "Could... Could I touch? Or will it get scared?"
He chuckled at her words, this girl was simply too adorable, there was no way he couldnât just love her. He gently nodded at her question. "Go ahead⌠you can touchâŚâ
she giggled and moved her hand to gentle stroke and touch causing his erection to jump in reaction which spooked her making her take her hand away "did I hurt you?"
He gasped slightly at her touch, her gentle and soft and touch felt good, and he chuckled at her question. âNo, you didnât hurt me⌠quite the contrary⌠I got a little excitedâŚâ
"oh ... So I can again?"
Aegon nodded with a little chuckle as he tried to regain his breath. âYou can do it againâŚâ
she smiled and moved her hand back to stroke and play giggling as she did almost like he was her toy
He let out another groan as feeling of her touch came back, even better than before, her giggle making this whole thing more fun and enjoyable. âYouâre so cuteâŚâ He groaned as he took her hand. âHere⌠Iâll show you how to do itâŚâ he took her hand in his and guided her showing her what he usually does which didn't take her long to understand so he could leave her to work on him happily, He let his hand slowly pull away, leaving her on her own to do whatever she liked and enjoyed to do, he was enjoying his time with her so much it was insane.
âYouâre doing such a good jobâŚâ
"I am? Does he like me?"
He chuckled at her question, she kept giving him such cute and innocent responses. âHe absolutely loves youâŚâ
"does he? I am doing a good job for him? Making him happy?"
âHeâs absolutely in love with you and youâre making him very happy, youâre doing such a good jobâŚâ He assured her, his hand going gently to caress her face.
she giggled and happily continued until he started to get close he began to tremble and she got worried "I'm not hurting him am I?"
âNo! donât worry, youâre doing greatâŚâ He said, breathing hard as he felt his orgasm quickly approaching, but he tried his best to hold on. âDonât stopâŚâ He whispered, so close now, he just needed a little bit more and he will be there. His heart was running fast and his breathing was heavy, his hands grasping the sheets.
she nodded giving his lips a small kiss as she keeps going her other hand tugs her underdress a little so the top moved down to her waist revealing her breasts to him which she kisses his forehead and tugs his head to allow him to do as he desired
His eyes widened slightly when she revealed her breasts to him, another groan escaped from his lips, but he quickly gave her a teasing little bite on the neck as he claimed her lips in a hungry kiss. âYou still like teasing me, donât you?â He muttered as his mouth moved to her breasts, the hand on her hair grabbed her locks to pull her head back and expose more of her sensitive skin to him as he kissed and bit her almost aggressively,
she giggled and nodded making her hand faster
âYou know thatâs dangerousâŚâ He whispered in a breath, almost at his limit. âYouâre gonna make me-â He mumbled, feeling himself reaching his orgasm, he tried to hold on even longer just because he didnât want this to end just yet. âPleaseâŚâ
she only giggled and peppered him with kisses clearly enjoying how much power she had over him as she kept going getting faster and faster
âGodsâŚ. Youâre gonna make meâŚâ He mumbled once more, this time with an even more desperate, whimpering tone to his voice, her kisses on his face and neck only increasing the burning pleasure on his body. He could feel it coming he just couldnât hold it any longer. âY/n⌠Iâm gonnaâŚâ He mumbled before his body tensed up, his lips letting out a soft groan as he orgasmed, his seed dripping out all over her hand, his body relaxing a moment later, he gasped for a deep breath, the orgasm had drained his energy, He gently took her hand to his lips to give a kiss, and just kept it there, his eyes closing as he tried to control his heartbeat. âThat was... AmazingâŚâ He whispered, his thumb gently caressing the top of her hand.
she giggled "I'm happy I did okay Aegon... Did you want me to keep going?" She asked trying to move her hand back
Aegon let out another chuckle as he opened his eyes again, he quickly caught her hand before she could move it. âNo, let me catch my breathâŚâ He mumbled with a little smile, he then raised her hand to his lips again, giving the top of it another kiss. âBesides, now itâs your turnâŚâ
"my turn?" She asked Innocently
Aegon couldnât help but to let out a soft chuckle at her innocence. âMm-hmmâŚâ He mumbled as he slowly pushed her on her back, gently laying her on the bed and then moving to hover on top of her, looking down at her from above. âI want to make you feel as good as you made me feelâŚâ
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