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peterparkersnose · 2 years ago
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divinesolas · 8 months ago
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Unexpected Surprise
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Summary: While attempting to gain the support of the vale, jeyne arryn has plans of her own for the prince.
r.q: Everyone forgets house Arryn😔🤘🏻 baddies of the vale Can you write something w Jace and an Arryn maybe lady Jayne’s little sister or daughter or something? Not a totally unreasonable alliance !! They have the coolest castle and knights also Ms Aemma Arryn ™️ like hello!! (I’m impatient as hell for more Vale coverage in season 2)
w.c: 900+
c.w: baela and jacaerys are not betrothed, arryn!reader jenye’s daughter, FLUFF, just a very cute fic, drabble, not proofread
a.n: IVE HAD THIS DONE SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR NO REASON OMGGGG but with the recent jeyne content i felt inspired to write this !! just something super simple <3 HOPE YOU ENJOY !! LOVE UUUU GUYS
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“Im sorry, what my lady?”
“I wish for you to marry my daughter.”
This is not how jacaerys thought this would go. When he arrived in the vale he thought he thought he would have to make simple small talk, present some of the benefits, hells even throw some complements her way in order to convince her. This however had not been in his cards.
“I'm sorry my lady i do not understand.”
“My daughter, y/n remains unmarried, around your age, a sweet girl, agree to wed her and me and my men will bend the knee.”
He blinks. He has no clue what to say to her. Jeyne stands after a moment, “I shall go fetch her.” He watches as one of the guards tries to stop her and tells her he will go retrieve the girl but Jeyne seems determined to go herself and he moves letting her leave. Jacaerys stands awkwardly in the middle of the room unsure of what to do.
He is not too sure he can just flat out agree to a proposal without his mother position, it is not like he is a second son, he is the heir to the queen. The next king, his wife to be the next queen. Yet when he sees you walking into the room, wearing a long dress in your house colors with your mother trialing behind with a pleased look on her face he finds himself wanting to agree to the marriage right away.
You are stunning. Easily the most beautiful women he’s ever seen, sure he hasn’t seen that many women but it doesn’t matter. He watches as you bow and mindlessly nods in acknowledgment, unable to take his eyes off you.
Jeyne looks between the two of you with a satisfied look. “Why don’t you show the prince around?” She gives you a pointed look to which you nod, “Of course i would be happy to.”
He walks over and offers you his arm with a smile on his face and you graceful take it before you begin to walk off with him. Jeyne stays behind and smiles to herself.
“My mother is very forward i apologize to you.” He simply shakes his head, he finds himself look at you instead of the halls he’s supposed to be looking at. “It is not an issue my lady, I rather appreciate it.” You look at him curiously but turn away once you notice he is already looking at you. “Whatever do you mean?”
“Many people speak in riddles, not saying what they mean or truly want, your mother is a rare gem.” You smile at the praise of your mother, “She truly is.”
You lead him outside and begin to tell him about the different plants and different sculptures around the courtyards. He is so charmed by you. The way you light up when you spot something and you begin to tell him of a memory you have, like how your mother scolded you for jumping around in the fountain, or when you almost fell out of one of the window's when you fell asleep.
“You truly love this place.” He can tell. The way you smile at the guards as they walk by or the way you know every detail about everything in the walls. But he sees the way you falter slightly at his words, “Am i wrong?”
You shake your head vigorously, “no no i do, its just i have never been away from here. My mother is a very protective woman, she waves away any suitors, she never even lets me leave the eyrie it is ridiculous!” You realize you're letting your emotions show too much and bow your head, “i am sorry that was out of line.”
He grabs your hands and you look at him with wide eyes. “I understand my lady, my mother is similar, i have truly never traveled to far, i wish to explore, once my mother has her rightful throne i believe i will take the time to see westeros a little bit,” He pauses before he speaks again, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly, “I could take you with me? if that is what you wish my lady.”
He watches as your eyes begin to glow and you beam at him, “truly? oh nothing would make me happier.” He nods and grips your hands tighter, “I shall take you everywhere.”
He does not expect you to throw your hands around his neck and pull him into a hug. He wraps his hands around your lower back, pushing his head into your neck and breathing in your scent. “I will accept your mothers propsal at once. You will fly with me to winterfell.” You pull back and give him an eager look. “Winterfell? Truly?” He nods, “I am to go meet lord cregan stark.”
You can barely contain your excitement at the thought of seeing something that was not the eyrie, especially a place as grand as winterfell.
Jeyne watched you two smile at one another from a window above with a small smile on her face. She does not hear the guard approaching her from behind, “You seem pleased my lady.” She says nothing to him for a moment, simply continuing to stare at the two of you. “Tell my men to ready themselves for war. It seems he will accept my proposal.”
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15-lizards · 11 months ago
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Going climbing again today!! Trying the highest tower in Winterfell 😝
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That new Khaleesi in the grass sea is fourteen. She should be learning her letters from a septa!
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Mormont just gave the 5’6 fourteen year old asshole bastard who’s been here five minutes his ancestral sword. I will take us all out with wildfire
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Was snooping for the spider today and I overheard Lord Ned asking about a book of noble family lineages and physical traits after whipping his head back and forth between Robert and Queen Cersei’s kids for like five minutes straight
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First tourney today guys!!! I’m sososo excited the knight of the flowers literally gave me a rose! If he wins I might be his queen of love and beauty omgfggnnd
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thebadboyfanclub · 8 months ago
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Will You Teach Me? (Jacaerys x Reader)
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Oh I’m on fire! Ok so I think I’m getting my groove back and I’m actually really proud of this one cause it’s been a while since I’ve written something that is so fluff and I hope you guys enjoy it too!
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(Y/n) Starks name and legend were one that the starks would always bring up when it came to honor and loyalty, the first of their house to have the crown of the seven kingdoms placed on her head, she was two years older than her lord husband Jacaerys and excellent at the art of archery, “the kind she-wolf” was the name that the realm bestowed to her.
Princess (y/n) was the one that had urged Rhaenyra to protect Jacaerys claim, the greens might have been able to digest their defeat but like snakes (y/n) had guessed that they were just waiting for their turn, raising banners to come and swear to protect Jacaerys claim and promising her daughter to the Reach, her eldest son to the daughter of Baela Velaryon and her youngest son to the daughter of the lord of Arryn, ensuring that everyone else beneath them would follow.
The mutual respect and love Queen Rhaenyra shared with Lady Stark was well known in history, they were many witnesses on the morrow that (y/n) brought her second born child to present it to the queen and informed her that the couple has decided to name her Rhaenyra, with tears in her eyes the queen hugged her son and good daughter and thanked them for such a generous gift.
As Princess Rhaenyra was hastily made queen before her dearest father passed, he had commanded to let her take the throne so he could watch his firstborn rule better than he ever could, in reality, he feared what would happen if he passed, as much as he trusted Otto with certain affairs the matter of Rhaenyras realm was delicate and having a queen for the very first time had to be handled with utmost care.
The lady (y/n) had attended the coronation along with her brother Cregan, she had bowed before the new queen with a smile of admiration on her lips, Rhaenyra had seen the girl before, she was a little girl back then but she could recall how well she and Jacaerys had played in the garden, back then (y/n) was wearing a light pink dress that had gotten caught on some type of thorn and Jacaerys patiently worked around the fabric to free her.
“It is an honor to stand before you, my queen”
“You are very sweet, you have grown so much since we saw you last, you are already so beautiful”
“I am trying to catch up to our queen I suppose”
“I hope you remember my son, Prince Jacaerys”
“How could I forget?”
It was the first time that (y/n) broke eye contact and looked at the floor, her cheeks were already a tad rosy and after Jacaerys took a step towards her it grew closer to the color of a tomato. Jacaerys cleared his throat before he took the lady’s hand and placed a subtle kiss on her knuckles.
“My lady”
That was when Queen Rhaenyras's eyes met with Cregans and they both nodded in unison, any person with good vision could see what was happening here, the pair had grown into their comely selves and with brave heart, still, the jitters of the first heartbeat took them over like a storm.
“It is not often that we have the pleasure to have the guardians of the north in our court, may I suggest you stay for another morrow or two”
“I am afraid I must go back and tend to my duties, however, my sister can stay, if that is something that she wishes”
“Can I brother?”
“It is settled then, Jacaerys please escort the lady to all of our available chambers, let her have her pick”
“You are so generous my queen, I must thank you”
(Y/n) bowed again before mother and son, Jacaerys only turned his gaze to his mother and closed his eyes briefly, he mustn’t say anything else, a mother knows when her son is compelled by the eyes and the smile of a woman.
“Go now”
“Right away, my queen”
Jacaerys jested and instinctively took (y/n) 's hand to scurry away, as they walked away as fast as they could without causing trouble Cregan and Rhaenyra watched disappear to the crowd, Cregan adored his youngest sister and Rhaenyra held such undeniable love for her eldest son, the first fruit of her love with Ser Harwin.
“You promise to take care of her?”
“As she was my own, well technically she will be my good daughter, do you promise that she won’t murder my son in his sleep?”
“Unfortunately I cannot, one time she threw a rock at the back of my horse so I would be knocked off because she wanted it”
“Then she will make the perfect queen”
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(Y/n) had been nervous to attend supper with the Targaryens, her betrothal with Prince Jacaerys had just been announced and so many decisions had to be made, she must be perfect so she can honor her house.
“It is such a blessed day, my grandson is to be married to the lady Stark, a wonderful match that will bond our houses for reigns to come, let us drink to love”
“You do know how the act is done right? Do not sweat I shall be there to watch it all happen I can even happily replace you if you cannot rise to the occasion”
“You can be as nasty to me as you wish,  but hold your tongue in front of my betrothed”
(Y/n) was thankful for the hushed lash back of Jacaerys, Prince Aegon thought himself to be clever with such remarks ever since she stepped foot at court, his gawking made her uncomfortable and now she found herself squeamish of such behavior.
(Y/n) turned her attention to Jacaerys and mouthed a thank you to which Jacaerys responded with a smile and reached for her hand for the gentlest of touches, as the morrows passed the couple was growing their bond little by little, learning new things about one another and spending hours talking about anything they could think about.
As the supper went on smoothly, laughter and chatter filled the room, Jacaerys had left (y/n) side for only a moment so he could entertain his niece Heleana, a timid girl who seemed to keep to her own, (y/n) did not mind, on the contrary, she watched as they messed around and danced, all she could see was how endearing her betrothed prince was.
“I would also like to raise a toast”
“Aemond” Alicent pleaded
“To the health of my nephew Jacaerys, may he grow old and wise in his wedlock, and to the lady of the hour, (y/n), it is not common for such beast as a wolf to have the honor to exist next to a dragon”
“You are vile”
“Why? ‘‘Twas only a compliment, I thought starts took pride in being loyal dogs to their master”
That was enough for Jacaerys to lash out like never before, landing a punch to the eyed prince's face and Aemond responding with a shove, everything else happened in a blink of an eye and Aegon had pushed Lucerys head on the table, (y/n) felt like this was the best time to finally have a go at him and with all her might shoved the silver head drunken fool off the poor boy, when he took a step to attack her (y/n) grabbed a knife that was laying on the table and pointed it at Aegon.
“Come on you low life, let us have it then”
“Wait! Wait”
Daemon was heard in close range, causing the ruckus to stop, (y/n) remained still, she did not trust Aegon enough to give up, a man of his…ways would probably not play fair enough for her to give up her weapon or turn her back on him.
“Go to your chambers, all of you”
Still, (y/n) waited. Aegon eyes were fixated on her with an evil grin, (y/n) held on to appear poised and courageous but her breath was ragged and uneven, she was almost shaking from the sudden rush of emotions, it was only when queen Rhaenyra stuck her hand out with the palm up towards the princess that (y/n) glanced away from him.
“(Y/n)”
Her tone was steady and warning, yet with a touch of softness to reassure her that (y/n) would be safe if she gave away her knife. (Y/n) exhaled deeply and let the knife rest on Rhaenyras hand, at that moment it was when she heard footsteps and turned just in time to watch Jacaerys walk out of the room.
“Go on”
Rhaenyra could read the concern on the lady's face like an open book, (y/n) cared for her son and that brought her comfort, she was ready to harm a prince to protect her good brother, and loyalty ran through her veins, a trait that many lacked.
(Y/n) curtsied swiftly and then shuffled away, as she went up the stairs one after the other she thought over what she shall do, mayhaps the prince wished for some time alone, but on the other side, the comfort one gets from a pair of arms wrapped around you is the remedy to most wounds.
For a few moments, the lady paced in front of his door like she was guarding it until a young chambermaid approached with a wooden bucket.
“My lady, are you alright?”
“Yes I am fine, what is that?”
“The prince has requested more hot water for his bath”
“Oh, give it to me”
“My lady, are you sure”
“Do not fret over it, you may go”
The young girl handed the bucket over and walked away, without thinking over it she knocked on the door a few times only to be met with a man this time.
“My lady, the prince is bathing”
“I am aware, you may go as well”
“My lady-“
“What is it Alfred?”
Jacaerys questioned from inside. (Y/n) did not allow herself to think over this, she stepped into the room and was met with Jacaerys sitting in a tub, his arms spread on the side and the water was so hot that steam came out of it.
She swallowed down the lump in her throat as she stood there, bucket in hand and her lips merely moved halfway up to show some type of an extremely awkward smile.
“Leave us”
Jacaerys simply said. (Y/n) found it quite interesting that when they talked to her they questioned her motives, but for Jacaerys it only took two words for them to literally disappear. As the door closed behind silence overtook them, (y/n) walked closer and leaned down very slightly so she could tilt the bucket over and let the water run without splashing.
“Thank you”
“The water might burn your skin off”
“It helps after sword practice, it is often that my legs ache”
“May I?”
She interrupted him whilst she showed him the sponge, insinuating if she was allowed to scrub him with it. Jacaerys nodded and (y/n) sat on her knees before she dunked the sponge in the soap and let it touch the prince's skin.
Jacaerys skin glistened under the candlelight, (y/n) was holding on to any decency she had to not drool over the prince, as the muscles on his chest seemed to be carved onto him the lady guessed what the rest of his body looked like, his arms also had the appearance like they were drawn to perfection, as the sponge was the only thing that kept her from gracing his skin she let her mind run off to the idea of what it would feel like when he would pull her close.
“Thank you, for defending me”
“You are to be my lady wife, I will always be there to defend you, my nephew had it coming, I should be the one thanking you for protecting my brother”
“As much as I do not wish to see Lucerys get hurt a part of my motive was that I have been praying for a time were I can put my hands on Aegon”
Jacaerys cackled at the little remark of hers, seeing her wash over his skin so gently and how her eyes sparkled was something he did not know he needed, as the lady rose and took a cup that was there she then let her hand touch the top of his forehead before she let the water run on his long hair.
“You are far more careful than the servants”
“I shall hope so, when the time comes I wish for us to not need them for such affairs”
“Is that your way of admitting you’ve been dreaming of seeing me in such a state?”
“No, no my prince, I would”
“You are quite the sight when you get flustered do you know that”
A devilish snicker escaped Jacaerys lips while (y/n) placed her hands on her hips in defense while she pouted, Jacaerys could watch her furrowed eyebrows with pursed lips all day, like a child that was denied cake.
“Ah my eye”
“That is what you get”
(Y/n) reported in triumph after she let the soapy water run over his eyes causing the sting that everyone hates, Jacaerys shook his head in defeat in the meantime he let his head hang back and relaxed his shoulders, as he recalled her childish demeanor he caught himself thinking about having a daughter, dark long hair and piercing eyes that would pout just like her mother, oh how whipped would he be for that little girl.
“If I’m being frank I always wondered what it would be like to run a brush over those locks”
“I like to braid my hair before I sleep, my mother used to say it helped with keeping it neat, she would always make one thick braid in the middle of my head”
“Seems simple enough, will you teach me?”
“Gladly”
Instinctively (y/n) bends down and lets a kiss in the middle of the princess's head. The second she did it her eyes went as wide as they could, her torso snapped straight back and her hand went up to her mouth to hide her gaping lips.
Jacaerys was also taken aback and had followed her on the small gasp of surprise but seeing her so shocked over such a simple matter made him giggle once again, her cheeks turning rosy as he continued to laugh, seeing her in such distress over such a small act was rather amusing.
(y/n) always strived to portray herself as strong and untouchable by anything, being able to view her acting so delicate and sweet made him feel special like he was being let in on this secret world of hers, it made Jacaerys wonder what else would he be able to discover as the years would progress.
“I apologize, I should go”
“No, what is the problem? It was only a kiss, I promise I won’t tell a soul, besides, I need help rinsing, dearest”
Jacaerys had held her by the hand to not let her walk away, as he finished his sentence it was his turn to show his affection by leaving a kiss on her knuckles, the lady bit her lip as she thought over what to do, alas the little voice in her head that pushed her to stay won and (y/n) walked back to her original spot to a prince that grinned from ear to ear.
Jacaerys enjoyed being pampered, as the firstborn son his duties knocked on his doorstep when he was far too young, he never complained though, he yearned to make his mother proud, but there was no harm in indulging in (y/n) 's soft touch.
“It might not be the right time though I was hoping we could discuss something”
“Anything you want”
“I know we have not declared when we shall be wed, however, I wanted to express my concern over a certain part of it”
“Do not worry about anything, no matter what it is it shall be yours”
“It is not a thing I desire, I am afraid it is more complicated”
“Then what is it?”
“I do not wish to have a bedding ceremony”
She blurted out, her movements came to a halt as Jacaerys closed eyes opened to meet hers, (y/n) had kneeled to his eye level so it was not hard for him to stare right out her, her expression showed a hint of fear and a pang of guilt struck him right in the middle of his chest.
“I should have known”
“A public one is what I do not want, my septa has informed me about my wifely duties so I will not resist the ceremony as a whole, I am more than willing to give you children it is just the fact that-“
“You mustn’t explain yourself, I had just completely forgotten about that part since I’ve thankfully never attended to one”
“I understand it is tradition, however, I thought since your mother is the queen and if she agrees we can overlook it”
“The ceremony won’t take place, at all if that makes you happy, I will not start our wedlock by letting everyone see us like that”
(Y/n)s frown quickly turned back to a beam of pleasure, her eyes shining with hope. (Y/n) dreaded the moment ever since she found out about it, to be naked in front of numerous people and let them see her lord husband- no, no, no just the idea made her shiver.
Jacaerys had been honest when he said that he had forgotten about it he could not have been more sincere, he had the arrogance of a man since a ceremony of that nature would not fall heavy on his shoulders as much as if he had been the lady, of course, it is not as nice as a walk on a warm day but being intimate with your lady wife was something sacred.
That time he reached for her hand again, their faces inches away from one another and all one could hear was their deep and shallow breaths along with a few drops of water as Jacaerys remained completely still, (y/n) saw his other hand that extended over to neatly tuck her hair behind her ear before his fingertips casually followed along the line of her chin, his touch was hot and damp though (y/n) felt it was perfect.
For the briefest of moments (y/n) dared to imagine what their future would be like, Jacaerys with grey hair and wrinkles around his eyes bouncing their grandchildren on his lap as they drank tea in the garden, one thing that she could not deny was that amid chaos and the burden of the crown, Jacaerys was her peace, the comfortable silence amongst mindless chatter.
“When I was younger I asked my mother when I have a wife, knowing my mother had lost her first husband, she told me that when I feel like my heart will come out of my throat and when I would be willing to get on my dragon to bring the stars to her”
“I do not-”
“I will bring you the moon if that is what you long for”
“I long for love, honor, and respect”
“Promise me you will never shy away from speaking your mind to me”
“Careful, my brother would advise you to take your words back”
“I quite enjoy your blabbering, your voice is like a song of angels”
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sapphire-writes · 1 year ago
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Girl In The Bar (modern hospital AU)
Do No Harm part 1 || masterlist || next part
pairing: doctor!Aemond Targaryen x doctor!Reader
summary: Your internship begins at Citadel General Hospital. But your first day does not go according to plan as a familiar face appears.
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note: here we go! my little celebration piece, the beginning of a new AU/mini-series! thank you so so much for all the love and support ❤️
warnings below the cut!
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warnings: medical terminology, stitches/sutures, mentions of blood, concussions, nausea, referencing spicy times but nothing explicit in this chapter
disclaimer: yall, I am not a doctor, I am simply a Grey's Anatomy stan. If something is off or incorrect please just suspend your disbelief! I am trying my best to make it as accurate as possible but its just for fun!!
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You’d been preparing for this. That’s what you keep telling yourself as you stand outside the doors of Citadel General Hospital. Four grueling years of med school weren’t for nothing. Your heart beats steadily, only slightly quicker than usual as you take a deep breath to steady yourself. 
You can’t help but stare up at the large building in front of you, watching the sunlight reflect off of the many windows, obscuring the view of the occupants inside.
“Are you going in?” a girl says sliding up beside you, curly brown hair flowing freely around her face. She gives you a crooked smile, tilting her chin to signal you inside. There’s a faded scar across the bridge of her nose along with a dusting of freckles. 
“Can’t believe it’s the first day,” she sighs as the doors open and you follow her inside, “We met at the intern mixer briefly.”
The mixer was held a few weeks ago. You'd met most of the other medical interns and gotten a tour of the hospital. CGH is massive; it’ll take time to learn the lay of the land. You follow her down the hall towards the intern locker rooms. Scrubs wait for you and you hurriedly begin to change into them. Nettles scoops her hair into a large bun on top of her head, wrapping a scrunchie around the mess of curls. 
“Right,” you say, nodding as you remember her, “It’s Annette, right?”
“Nettles,” she corrects, “Family nickname. Though from what I’ve heard, they barely refer to us by our first names.”
“That’s correct,” a guy says, throwing on his scrub top, “Be prepared to change your name to whatever your last name is.”
The guy glances at you, cheeks flushing. He rubs his dark curls out of his eyes, adjusting his light blue scrub top before extending his hand for you to shake.
“Jace Velaryon,” he introduces, squeezing your hand, “Or just Velaryon I guess.”
“Do you know who your resident is yet?” you ask, just as a woman in dark blue scrubs enters the room. Her red hair is held behind a scrub cap decorated with silver eagles. She holds a clipboard tightly in her hands, tapping a pen against the metal.
“Velaryon, Waters, Martell, Snow, and…” she pauses, before reading your last name, “You five. Baratheon will meet you at the nurses' station. Three minutes.” 
You hurriedly lace your sneakers as a locker from across the room slams shut. A woman with long ink-black hair elegantly plaited down her back hurries forward. 
“Thank you Dr. Arryn,” she calls, as the woman leaves the room.
Another young woman hurries from around the corner of lockers, struggling to pull her thick brown hair into a ponytail, “She didn’t say Baratheon, did she?” she asks, as her hair tie snaps. 
You reach into the pocket of your scrubs, holding out the spare you have. She smiles gratefully as she accepts it.
“Sara Snow,” she introduces, “We’re sure she said Baratheon?”
“Sure did,” the girl with the braid says, her dark eyes wide, “Cory Martell. Nice to meet you all for whatever time we have left.”
Jace chuckles nervously as Cory fiddles with her braid, taking a sudden interest in the ends of her hair.  
“What’s that mean?” Jace asks, looking at you all as you don’t respond, “Hello?”
“Ballbuster Baratheon,” Sara says with barely an audible whisper.
“Ah shit,” Nettles says, tilting her head back as she groans.
“Am I the only one who is lost?” Jace asks, “He can’t be so bad.”
Nettles only shrugs but gives you a wink before pushing forward out the door. You hurry after her, the rest of your cohort stumbling not far behind. The nurses’ station is bustling with people; the phones ringing continuously. 
Cory stands up straighter, flipping her braid over her shoulder. 
“Do you see him?” Jace asks, looking down the hallway.
“See who?” a doctor comments, eyeing Jace carefully. 
She’s wearing similar blue scrubs and holding a clipboard, black hair cut bluntly at her chin. 
“Dr. Baratheon,” Jace comments, still looking off in the distance, “Heard he’s a hard ass.”
The doctor raises an eyebrow at him, fire in her cobalt blue eyes. She wets her lips, before folding her arms in front of her, holding her clipboard against her stomach. 
“Very interesting Dr. Velaryon, assuming the scary resident is a man,” the doctor comments, flipping through her charts.
Jace’s face turns beet red, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Sara glances at him, a pitying look on her face whilst Nettles attempts to hide her snicker with a cough. You elbow her slightly in the ribs and her eyes widen in feigned shock. 
“I didn’t—” Jace begins to ramble before being cut off.
“I didn’t ask,” Dr. Baratheon says, waving him off, “I’m Dr. Maris Baratheon, you may call me Dr. Baratheon. Not Maris, not Mari, not Baratheon. Is that understood?”
You all nod eagerly, mumbling your agreement, Jace looking rather pained.
“You’re interns,” Maris says, deep blue eyes scanning over you, “Runts—bottom of the food chain. Extensions of me-but don’t get in my way. When I move, you move. You will observe, you will listen and you will learn.”
She lets her gaze fall on each of you as she speaks, her tone not very friendly.
“You are my interns. My responsibility. You fuck up, it falls back on me,” she says, pointing her finger at each of you, “Do you think I like fucking up?”
“No ma’am,” Jace says, shaking his head back and forth. 
“Correct,” Dr. Baratheon says. 
The pager strapped to her waist beeps frantically and she glances down, before nodding; more to herself than to all of you. 
“Let’s move people,” she says, moving down the hallway.
You all begin shuffling behind her, quickening your pace to match the urgency of her walk. 
“I’m an idiot,” Jace says miserably, “She’s going to hate me forever.”
“Probably,” Nettles says with a snicker.
“She won’t hate you, she’ll understand you’re learning,” Sara insists.
“Oh yeah, she seems super understanding,” Cory agrees, but one glance at her reveals her sarcasm. 
Dr. Baratheon stops outside a room before turning back to the lot of you. You all nearly collide with each other trying to stop in time; Jace slams into Sara’s back and she pushes him with her shoulder. Cory reaches into her pocket, pulling out a small notepad and pen. 
“Who has been prepping my charts?” Dr. Baratheon asks, rolling her eyes at your scrambling. Your hand shoots into the air along with the rest of your cohort, “Good, you’re not entirely useless.” 
Dr. Baratheon opens the door, walking inside the airy hospital room. The windows are large, letting in rays of sunlight along with a beautiful view of the Honeywine River. It’s a clear day today, the blue water ripples and sparkles as some boats make their way further down the mouth of the river. 
“Come on in,” Dr. Baratheon insists, “Someone tell me what’s been going on.”
A girl sits on the hospital bed, tubes, and wires twisting away from her, a stuffed lion held tightly in her small arms. Her golden hair lays flat against her head and though her skin is pale, she smiles when Dr. Baratheon enters the room. A woman you assume to be her mother sits beside her, looking tired as she holds a cup of ice. 
“Cerelle Lannister, nine-year-old female,” Nettles begins, lacing her hands behind her back and straightening her shoulders, “Admitted while complaining of fever and muscle spasms localized to the lower body.”
“Thank you, Dr. Waters,” Dr. Baratheon says, walking to check the chart at the foot of her bed, “How are we feeling this morning Cece?”
Dr. Baratheon’s voice changes as she talks to Cece; it takes on a more caring, comforting tone. Cece smiles nervously, turning her flushed face to her mother. 
“She’s okay,” her mother answers, “The spasms seem to be about the same. Nurses said her fever broke last night.” 
“I’ve eaten so much ice, my tongue is numb,” Cece says, sticking her tongue out, “See? I bet it's blue.”
Sara giggles at the action and you can’t help but smile too. You hate seeing such a young kid in the hospital, it makes your chest tighten. 
“No blue tongue. But I guess you’re not interested in ice cream for dessert later?” Dr. Baratheon teases. 
Cece’s eyes widen and she shakes her head vigorously.
“Let’s not talk crazy now,” she squeaks, “I am always interested in ice cream.”
“Just making sure,” Dr. Baratheon says, cracking her first smile of the day, “Dr. Snow, how would you proceed?”
Sara stiffens at the sound of her name, clearing her throat. 
“Muscle spasms can indicate an overuse of the muscle or perhaps an electrolyte imbalance,” Sara begins, as though reciting from a textbook, “I would make sure she’s getting enough fluids and rest, get some labs done to confirm.”
“And after that?”
“Potentially a CT scan and MRI to rule out any potential nerve damage that may be contributing to the spasms.”
“What about the fever?”
“Fever is an immune response that indicates potential infection,” Cory interrupts, “We want to rule out a viral or bacterial infection.”
“Which first?”
“Rule out the infection first,” you interject, causing Dr. Baratheon to turn to you, “More likely bacterial than viral. Ms. Lannister doesn’t have symptoms.”
“Alright, yes,” Dr. Baratheon agrees, “What should we do if we think it's bacterial?”
“Gather a culture,” you continue, “Skin, nose, saliva. Run labs for those as well to rule them out.”
“Well Cece,” Dr. Baratheon says, turning back to the child, “You’ve got a competent group of doctors caring for you. We’re going to do our best to get you better.”
Mrs. Lannister squeezes her daughter's hand. Cece smiles shyly, holding her stuffed lion closer to her chest. 
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You stand in line for lunch in the bustling cafeteria. Quick lunch, and then off to run for labs for Cerelle Lannister. Different options are laid out in front of you as you drag your tray alongside Jace’s. He’s still moping-- has been all morning. Sara rolls her eyes at him as he drops a banana onto his plate.
“You need to chill,” she tells him, reaching for a turkey club. 
“How do I come back from this?” Jace asks, reaching for a cup. He moves to the soda machine, choosing to fill it with cherry coke, “She wants me dead.”
“You’re so dramatic,” you tell him, fighting a smile.
“I’m serious!” he says, eyes wide, “She could make or break my entire career based on this slip-up, put me in the pit for the year.”
You decide on a chicken Caesar wrap before scanning the cafeteria for a free table. You spot Nettles a few tables away, leaning back in her chair and munching on a bag of potato chips. She waves you over and you motion to your colleagues to follow. 
“So you’ll do the time, pay your dues, all that jazz,” you console Jace.
“Yeah, but--shit!” Jace yelps as you reach the table, his cup falling to the floor. Reddish brown liquid blooms on the white floor and Jace groans, “This day keeps getting worse.”
“C’mon, let’s get some paper towels,” Sara says, putting her tray down and grabbing Jace’s arm.
Nettles watches them walk away, unmoving from her spot as you take the seat beside her. 
“What a drama queen,” Nettles comments.
“I mean, if I pissed off Ballbuster Baratheon, I’d be pretty upset too,” you tell her, giving a sympathetic smile.
“You’re too smart to make that mistake,” Nettles comments, and a pleasant prideful feeling lodges in your chest. 
You smile at her.
“Thanks,” you tell Nettles and she shrugs.
“Just being truthful,” she says, “I briefed everyone before we started. You’re rather impressive.”
“You briefed everyone?”
“I like to know who I’ll be working with,” she says nonchalantly. 
You nod, impressed by her dedication. You take a bite of your wrap, wincing slightly at the soggy texture of the lettuce. It’s edible. You doubt you’ll have anything to complain about when the hospital is working you into the ground. Your eyes scan the cafeteria as you chew, taking in the other doctors in the cafeteria. 
Your eyes drift over to a pair of residents near the vending machine; a man and a woman both with strikingly platinum blonde hair. The taller of the two has it pulled away from his chiseled face and into a low bun. As he turns your heart drops into your stomach. 
“Shit,” you whisper, feeling the blood drain from your face. 
“What?” Nettles asks, examining her half-eaten sandwich, “I mean it's bad, but not that bad. They have hot dogs on Fridays.”
“Not the food,” you explain, “The doctor.” 
Nettles follows your gaze toward Aemond as he’s lost in conversation with the other resident. Her eyes flicker between you two, eyebrows raising to her hairline. 
“You know him?”
“Know who?” Cory asks as she arrives, sitting in the empty chair beside you, “This food looks nasty…”
“I need to go,” you tell them, standing with your tray, “I need to--” It’s too late when you realize you’d stepped right into the spilled soda, your feet going out from under you.
You drop onto your back with a loud thud, head smacking against the linoleum floor.
“Fuck! Are you okay?” Nettles asks, crouching beside you. You blink rapidly, stars in your vision from the impact, “Shit, Y/N you’re bleeding don’t move! Head injury, you could have internal bleeding-”
“I’m okay,” you insist, trying to sit up, “I’m just….woah.” A wave of nausea rolls through you and you lean back against the ground, “Maybe I do just need a moment.”
Your vision blurs but you can see his lean silhouette in the distance. Through your haze, you swear you see his body language change, his posture stiffen, and your lunch lurches in your stomach. 
“You’re concussed,” Jace insists crouching beside you, “Don’t move. You’ve cut your head too…”
“My head?” you ask, bringing a hand to your temple, feeling wetness on your palm, “Fucking hell.”
You’re staring blankly at the ceiling, mortification settling in your bones as your colleagues chatter around you. 
“What is going on?” Dr. Baratheon’s voice echoes through the cafeteria, “Y/L/N?”
“Yes Dr. B?” you mumble, earning a chuckle from Cory.
“I’m going to let that one slide because you’re likely concussed,” Dr. Baratheon says, “Velaryon, Waters, get her to a bed.” She grumbles, moving on with Cory and Nettles, “I’d like to keep my interns in one piece please.”
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The night before the first day of your internship you couldn’t sleep. Call it nerves, call it excitement, one thing was for sure; there was no way you were finding sleep at a reasonable hour. So you decided to grab a drink. Something to calm your nerves. 
Just a few blocks from your studio apartment was a small hole-in-the-wall bar, the Dragon’s Den. One drink to calm your nerves, that’s all you needed. You’d sat at the bar alone for a while, sipping your wine and reading yet another smutty romance on your Kindle.
You’d noticed him come in, of course. It was hard not to notice him. 
He was truly beautiful; with striking platinum hair braided away from his face and down his back. Chiseled jawline, long straight nose, and those eyes. One violet, one blue, watching you from across the room. Your cheeks warmed as you buried your nose back into your book.
He’d caught you staring. 
He’d joined you at the bar; slightly awkward, but confident enough to strike up a conversation with you. Ask what you were drinking. He was so close you could feel the heat radiating from his body, and count the veins winding their way up the back of his hands.
“You’re a long way from Riverlands,” you’d commented as he’d told you where he was from.
“My sister dragged me out,” he’d told you, “I’ve just recently moved back here, to be closer to family.”
“I have a new job starting tomorrow,” you’d told him, causing him to raise an eyebrow at you.
“Congratulations,” he’d said, smiling as though he genuinely was happy for the stranger he met at the bar.
He’d bought you a drink, saddled up next to you. Listened intently as you spoke to him about your hobbies, your interests. Watching you the entire time with intense focus. 
“I don’t normally do this,” he’d insisted as you pulled him towards you outside the bar.
“Me either,” you agreed. It didn’t matter if it was true or not; it's what people say when they make reckless decisions. 
Fingers fisting into his button-down shirt, you’d pressed your lips eagerly against his. You hadn’t been kissed like this in forever. Hadn’t been touched like this, been fucked like this. 
You’d brought him home, walking the short distance hand in hand taking breaks in between for him to press you against the brick walls of the buildings you passed, let you wrap your legs around his waist as he kissed the life out of you. 
You’d stumbled into your apartment desperately peeling the clothes from your body and his. Greedy hands, greedy mouths, and lipstick smeared across his cheeks and chest. Fingers, tongue, a combination of the two, and then his cock splitting you in half, pounding you into the mattress. 
He’d made you cum five times. 
Five times, during a one-night stand. You could barely feel your legs as you drifted off to sleep. 
You’d woken early the following day, stumbling out of bed and into your small kitchenette as the lanky stranger gathered his things. 
“Aemond,” he’d told you, with a shy grin as he entered his number into your phone.
How anyone could be shy after that bedroom performance was beyond you. 
“I’ll text you,” you’d promised him, as he opened the door.
“Have a great first day.”
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Somehow, Jace and Sara get you to a bed, secluded with some curtains. You can’t believe he’s here. He’s a resident. In every hospital possible, it had to be this one. By the looks of it, he wasn’t expecting to see you as well.
The curtain opens and an attending enters the small bedside area, flipping through the papers on his clipboard. Dark hair and eyes he glances up at you, a small smile on his lips. 
“Not every day an intern lands in a hospital bed,” he comments, ushering you forward. 
You sit up, groaning slightly at the throbbing in your head. 
“Didn’t do it on purpose,” you grumble, and he flashes you a grin. 
“Follow the light,” he softly commands, clicking his penlight and moving it in front of your face.
You blink, but obey; following the bright light. 
“Good,” he murmurs, “Now follow my finger.” He does the same motion with his finger, “Pupils look good, any pain?”
“Just where I hit,” you tell him, “Will I need stitches?”
“Just a few,” he says, bringing a gloved hand to move your hair, “A small split. Bleeds a lot more than it's worth.”
“Not my first rodeo,” you tell him, as he reaches for some gauze, “You’re the neuro attending?”
“One of them,” he comments, applying some dap gauze to your wound, cleaning it gently, “I’m Dr. Cole.” 
You tell him yours and he nods, a glimmer of recognition in his eye. 
“I read your resume,” he muses, discarding the bloodied gauze, “Your thesis was very interesting.”
“Thank you,” you told him, remembering your research, “I enjoy research a lot.”
“Plenty of opportunities here,” he says, removing his gloves, “I’ll have Dr. Targareyn come stitch you up.”
Your heart leaps into your throat, “Can’t I just use some butterfly bandages?”
He shakes his head, pursing his lips.
“Don’t want to scar up that pretty face,” he comments, “Targaryen doesn’t mind, he enjoys the practice.” 
You chew on your lip as Dr. Cole leaves the room. Several moments later the curtain opens and Aemond steps forward. He’s just as beautiful as last night and your pulse quickens remembering your time spent together. 
“Hey,” you manage as Aemond clears his throat. 
Aemond stands awkwardly stiff, before moving to the stool Dr. Cole previously occupied. He doesn’t speak, just uses his long legs to pull himself closer to you. He readies a tray, grabbing a suture kit and lidocaine. You watch his tense, calculated movements before he turns to you. 
“This may sting,” he murmurs, as the tip of the needle enters your skin causing you to wince. 
The lidocaine works fast, and the area begins to tingle with numbness. Carefully disposing of the needle, Aemond grabs the suture and begins his work. You can feel his hands on you, and watch his face as he stares at his handiwork. 
He won’t meet your eyes. 
“We didn’t know,” you tell him, feeling the tugging of the sutures, “Aemond-”
“No,” he answers, “You’re right of course. No harm, no foul. But this can’t happen again. I’m your superior.”
“Superior? It’s not like you’re an attending,” you tell him. 
“No but I’m in a position of power and authority over you,” he continues, “The implications of a workplace relationship between the two of us would be an uneven distribution of power.”
“Okay, we slept together once,” you tell him, “No one’s saying we’re in a relationship-”
“Then you agree,” he counters, “We shut this down before it really starts.”
That’s not exactly what you were thinking as you reminisce about the previous night. Staring into his eyes only makes your cheeks grow hotter, a nervous sweat begins to form on your brow. 
“Is that what you want?” you ask, your heartbeat suddenly noticeable; a gentle flutter against your ribcage.
“It’s not about want,” Aemond insists, avoiding your gaze and focusing solely on his suturing, “It’s about being dutiful, and doing what’s right. What’s expected of us.”
Goodbye guy in the bar, you think to yourself, heart sinking slightly at the thought.
“Yeah, sure,” you tell him as he cuts the final stitch, “I’m not going to say anything.”
“You’re all set,” he tells you, moving to stand, “Think you can take them out on your own in a week?”
“If not, I know where to find you,” you quip.
Aemond stands next to the tray of instruments, freezing as he awkwardly glances at you sideways. His posture is tense. You let out a nervous breath at his startled reaction. The sex god you met last night is nowhere to be found. He flexes his hand before shoving it into the pocket of his white coat. 
“That was a joke,” you tell him, earning a curt nod, “One week. Got it.”
You hear the sharp voice of Dr. Baratheon call your last name before the curtain is yanked back. Her eyes find Aemond immediately, lips forming a tight pout.
“Dr. Targareyn,” she says apprehensively, as though she’s watching him very carefully. 
Aemond nods acknowledging her before she turns to you.
“How are you feeling?” she asks.
“I’m fine,” you assure her, “I have to run those labs for Cerelle Lannister-”
“Martell is covering that,” Dr. Baratheon cuts you off, “You have a head injury. I want you home for the remainder of the day.”
“Dr. Baratheon-” you insist, but she holds up her hand.
“Come back tomorrow,” Dr. Baratheon tells you and reluctantly nods. 
You suppose going home isn’t the worst idea. 
“Let’s get you an Uber,” Dr. Baratheon says.
“I can drive her,” Aemond says suddenly. His eyes are wide before he casts his gaze to the floor as if he can’t believe the words left his mouth.
You watch him carefully.
“Okay,” you tell him. 
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Aemond’s car is nice. Clean, like he just bought it. He very well might have, now that you think of it since he moved to the area so recently. The ride is silent besides the sound of the air coming through the vents. 
“Thank you,” you tell him, as he pulls up to your apartment complex.
“No drinking any alcohol,” Aemond says, still not meeting your eyes, “Make sure to get plenty of rest and monitor your symptoms. Do not feel any pressure to come back to work tomorrow if you’re not up for it.”
You nod and his gaze flickers to your face. He wets his lips, tongue darting out quickly. It might be the concussion, but you can remember how it felt. How he tasted. Fuck. 
“I got it,” you assure him, unbuckling your seatbelt.
He nods, unlocking the car doors before getting out. Aemond walks around the front of the car, opening the door for you.
“I’ll walk you up,” he insists, and you nod, taking the hand he offers. 
He remembers your unit. The entire elevator ride is full of tension as you wait to reach your floor. As you walk down the hallway. As you get to your door.
You turn to him, wanting to invite him inside if only for a cup of tea to thank him for being so kind. If only to keep him near your longer. 
But Aemond nods curtly as you unlock the door.
“Have a nice day, Dr. Y/L/N,” he says, turning on his heel and heading down the hallway. You watch him flex his fingers again, before shoving them into his pocket. 
“Goodbye Aemond,” you call, and he pauses, hand outstretched to press the elevator button.
His head dips for a brief moment before he straightens up as the elevator doors open and he disappears inside. Your heart hammers as he turns, giving you a nod once more, before the doors close obscuring him from your view. 
You exhale the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Before tucking yourself into your bed, you lean against your window which gives a view down to the front of the apartment. Clouds have gathered and fat drops of rain begin to fall, splashing onto Aemond’s car still parked below. You watch as the lights come on, but he stays idling a moment more.
Your phone vibrates. 
Reaching for it you can’t help but smile as you see the message.
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aelenavelaryon · 1 year ago
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Hey guys! This story will have three or four parts. Or at least I’m hoping it will. Also, please bear with me as I recently started posting here so things are still new to me. I’m not quite sure on how to use tumblr to post yet so it might take a while! Thank you! 🤍
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Robert Baratheon x Reader
Summary: In which history repeats itself once again. Or does it?
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Robert had known young Rhaenyra all his life and they were sort of friends and some would even say they were somewhat close. When he sat on the Iron Throne she was the only one brought out, Jon Arryn saw it fit for the eldest of the Targaryen's to be the one to confront Robert. There she stood, in the middle of the room. All the lords eyes were on her. She said nothing, what could she say? "Your brother is dead" was the first thing Robert said to her. "I killed him. I wish I could kill him again" Rhaenyra's eyes filled with tears but none fell out. She didn't want to cry. She wouldn't allow them that satisfaction.
"What will happen to us?" she asked. "To Viserys, to Jaehaerys" everyone turned to her as he said the other name. "Who is Jaehaerys?" Jon asked. "He is my son. My son with Brandon Stark" Brandon lived but he was now married to Catelyn. "He is married to Catelyn Tully now" Robert said and she nodded. "I know" she replied. "The boy is a bastard" Tywin said and she glared at the man. "Kill her now. Avoid another rebellion" Tywin Lannister said and everyone turned to look at him. "I know you would like that, my lord. Did you enjoy having Elia and her children murdered as well?" she asked. "Lannisters. They have always been traitors. That has not changed in the past two hundred years it seems" he took a step but Ned Stark stood near her.
"Princess Rhaenyra is not at fault for her brother's sins. She is innocent" he spoke for her. "She's a whore! She and that bastard son of hers will bring nothing but trouble to the realm just as her brother has!" Tywin said. Ser Arthur, pulled out his sword as did Ned. "Hold your tongue, Lannister" was all Ser Arthur said. "Mind your tongue, Lannister" Robert stood in front of her. Rhaenyra was known as the Realm's Angel. or the Realm's Desire. Some even called her the Realm's Delight, referring at the nickname the realm gave the black queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, her ancestor.
"I propose a marriage between King Robert Baratheon and princess Rhaenyra Targaryen" Jon said making both Robert and Rhaenyra to look at him. "She's a child" Arthur said. "A child who bore a healthy son" Tywin scoffed. "She's been sullied. She cannot marry a king" he stated. "Robert has bed at least half of Westeros. It will not matter. Let's remember that House Velaryon, House Tyrell, and House Martell still support house Targaryen. This will ensure the peace in the realm. Specially after the chaos that this rebellion imposed on the realm" Robert looked at Rhaenyra. She was a child. She was seven years younger than him. She nodded. She did not object. She hoped that as the queen she could keep her son and brother safe.
It wasn't long before she was married off. The princess did not complain, she did not fight, she obeyed. They got married on the Great Sept. Brandon arrived with his family. With his wife and their son. Their legitimate son. It was said that Brandon loved her, he married Catelyn Tully for duty. He married her so her father could be on their side when the war was just beginning. He loved Rhaenyra as some said she loved him. But, the world will never know if she loved him as much as he did her. That was another secret she would take to her grave.
She sat with her husband as he drank himself numb. Robert didn't love her, she was sure he never would but he cared for her. When she arrived to her new chambers she found a box, inside laid three eggs. One was a black with red. The other was red with gold, and the other one was a blue and white color. Robert arrived a while later. The two did her their duty as quick as possible, Robert tried to be gentle but Rhaenyra was a woman of passion and asked for more and he complied. Perhaps it would not be so bad.
Princess Rhaenyra gave birth nine moons later to a son. A son who she named Daemon Baratheon Targaryen. Daemon was all his mother but the eyes. He held Rhaegar Targaryen's eyes. A year after him came Orys Baratheon, now that one was a Baratheon through and through. There was no ounce of Rhaenyra on him. Prince Aemon came two years later along with Aemond who were the spitting image of his mother. Robert used to laugh when he spoke to Rhaenyra about their sons as the boys all resemble her but not him aside from Orys.
Robert loved Jaehaerys as his own son, he had taken him and Viserys as his wards. He began to teach them how to fight. When the princess decided to visit Dragonstone a tragedy struck her. She had miscarried. The Maester had told her she had been poisoned. To bury her child, she had pyre made for the cremation and her dragon eggs were set inside alongside the babe. Her child had died but she left her mother with the greatest gift she could ask for. Dragons. Three of them. The eldest she called Balerion as the dragon was the spitting image of the black dread. The other she named Caraxes as the dragon was the same color and it seemed he too would look like the first blood wyrm. The third she named Syrax as he had been just like queen Rhaenyra's dragon. When she returned she returned with three dragons on her shoulder. House Targaryen would prevail.
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Dance of Shadows - Chapter III
Sorry for the long wait, but I do hope you enjoy this chapter! I haven't had time to proof-read but pelase let me know if I made any errors.
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Saenyra Targaryen was the youngest daughter of King Viserys I and Queen Consort, Lady Aemma Arryn.
The girl was only a year younger than her sister, Rhaenyra Targaryen, and she had grown up in her shadow. With no male heir, aside from the Rogue Prince - who was repeatedly banished from the kingdom before finding a fleeting excuse to return - Rhaenyra was seen as the heir of Viserys.
With such recognition came the adoration of both the people of the Seven Kingdoms and their father.
Such notions were not extended to Saenyra, a child who was truly defined by her sex. She was to be traded off as a brooding mare when her father deemed it time. That was what the Lord Hand had told her.
Otto Hightower was a shrewd man, able to recognise even the smallest of cracks which he could weather and weaken. He had found one in Saenyra - a tiny crevice that grew into a gaping wound as her mother gasped her last breath. A crack in her heart and a tear in her soul that reeked of agony and desolation as her sister sought comfort in Ser Cole, and her father in the unwilling arms of Alicent Targaryen.
Saenyra was a disaster, a wavering opportunity Otto Hightower couldn't allow himself to pass.
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Saenyra would find herself bumping into the man when she walked to the library, in hopes of finding a book invigorating enough to distract her from her fumbling thoughts. He would tag along, share encouraging words and place a comforting hand upon her shoulder.
Otto was not blind to the lack of parental love she was offered, and though she was a beautiful sight, he knew that becoming the figure that she was missing in her life was the best way to assure she played to his tunes.
Saenyra was not much taller than her older sister. Her hair flowed down her back in tempered curls and brushed across her thighs, her eyes were a violent hue of purple, and her smiles were shy. She did not have Rhaenyra's fierce nature, nor her confident persona - Rhaenyra knew the power she held in her beauty, and she knew how to use it to her advantage.
Saenyra was ignorant to her charms, rarely leaving her room since she had no dragon to tend. Her dragon had not hatched when it had been placed in her cradle, and being a Princess meant she was confined to the Red Keep without a dragon to help her escape.
She could see how her father and uncle looked at her sister in admiration, how her mother coddled and gushed over her when she performed tricks with Syrax. It caused her heart to ache, knowing that she would never be looked at with such adoration, with such love and care.
It was a realisation she had been burdened with for so long. A realisation she had begun to hope was false after her mother's death.
As her relationship with her father crumbled to dust, she built a tentative friendship with Otto Hightower - oblivious to the Hand's ulterior motives.
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The day her mother had passed, Saenyra had been by her side, leaving the tourney when her father had leapt from his chair. She held those moments close to her heart.
In those last few moments, she was able to breathe in her mother's comforting scent, hear the sound of her voice, and feel her reassuring touches.
It had all happened so fast, pain turned to agony, and calm turned to dread. Aemma was terrified, a heartaching sensation of horror clogging her throat and muffling her ears at the sensations wreaking havoc in her body.
And all Saenyra could do was watch.
She hadn't let the maids or the nurses push her from the room, had ignored her father's pained pleas and the Maester's sharp orders. She had stood in the shadows of a room that no longer held light, of a room drained of its brightness as her mother fought to continue breathing.
And with her mother's last breath, an anguished cry escaped her as she stumbled towards her mother's cooling body, babbling like the child she had been for such a short time only for them to hold her at bay.
Saenyra had lost herself so quickly, trapped in the confines of her mind - a passive face and a clouded mind.
Whilst her father lost himself in his disease and the role of a King without his other half, Daemon threw himself into the arms of his whores and Rhaenyra into the grasp of her fantasies that she believed to be just out of reach.
***
Saenyra had found herself wandering through the Keep, searching for echoes of her mother's presence within the cracks and crevices hidden within the walls and frames around her.
Her mind felt numb, but her heart ached under the heavy weight of grief. Her eyes were dry - there were simply no more tears to weep. But her hands would still tremble, her lips quiver, if she thought about her mother's passing for a moment too long.
It seemed buried in the whispers of her mind, she had not realised the twists and turns she had taken. She now found herself in front of the doors where her father held his Council meetings.
The corridor was empty, knights nowhere to be seen. And the door was cracked open, as though it had been left so purposefully.
Curiosity was now a foreign feeling admist the mournful sorrow that twitched within her, a stark reminder of the loss she had faced only days ago. It was the whisper of something, of a name which had her inching forward despite her damning thoughts and sinking heart.
Daemon.
Otto had said Daemon's name.
"He toasted to Prince Baelon," his voice sounded grave, his words slow and enunciated. "To the King's son."
Saenyra felt her eyes burn at those words, Baelon had been her mother's son too. Aemma had gone through the hardship of being with a child, of labour and of birth. She had suffered and died from it.
Baelon was her mother's child first. Not Viserys'.
"Styling him..." Otto was purposefully hesitant, as though he was trying to build up the gravity of what he had heard from his spies, "The Heir for a Day."
Saenyra felt her stomach drop at those words, eyes clouding with anger and heart filling with resentment. Her mother had died - had died a brutal and violent death.
How could Daemon disrespect her sacrifice like this? How could he spit upon her mother's strength and her mother's heart?
She could not listen for another moment, ears burning with fury as she stepped away from the unguarded doors. Unbeknownst to her, Otto Hightower's patient eyes followed her raging form as she made her way out of the Keep.
***
Saenyra had never left the Keep much, without a dragon she didn't have much reason to. But she would still lounge under the pretty trees and amongst the fragrant bushes, reading a history book or drawing her surroundings.
She had not found much joy in that after her mother's passing. Every colour she saw resembled her mother's eyes a shade too much.
Now, walking into the Silk Street, far too angry to notice the stares of incredulity or scandalous whispers which began to spread around her, she marched in a furious flurry towards a brothel guarded by knights she recognised all too well.
The guards hesitated, inching forward minutely to hold the Princess back. But her eyes were blazing with a roaring fury, and they were terrified to face her wrath.
Saenyra had been the quiet sister, the tame Princess.
The girl marching past them into the filth of the brothel was not the girl the people of the Keep knew her to be. She was a hue of tumultuous flames, she was bright and she was set alight by fury.
Saenyra stumbled in her steps for a moment. Although she knew of the acts that took place in a brothel, she had not expected to see nude bodies scattered across the building, and she most definitely didn't expect the sounds.
Heat flared to her cheeks, the tips of her ears flushing pink as she looked around her with wide eyes. She felt a warmth settle in the pit of her stomach, a shiver pulsating down her spine as she shifted uncomfortably upon her legs.
Her mind, which had been riddled with fury, came to a halt. Embarassment bubbled in her throat as she looked sheepishly around the brothel, cringed at the moans and pleas she heard from nude workers, shied away from curious folk.
It all came to a head when she heard the sound of a drunk and confused man, "Princess?"
She spun on her feet, suddenly feeling so out of place and having forgotten all her anger at the sight of a place so foreign to her.
She almost sighed in relief at the sight of her uncle, even walked towards him with hesitant steps as though her mind had already erased his horrible words.
It was when a dark-haired woman, tall and slender, tan and devilishly beautiful, came to stabd at his side, that Saenyra took a step back.
She took in Daemon's state, how his shirt had been thrown on as though he was in a rush, how his buttons were broken and his chest lay bare, she saw how his pants hung low on his hips and she could see the sliver of skin that guided her eyes down lower.
She forced herself to meet Daemon's eyes, feigning ignorance at his amused stare.
The woman he was with came to his side, stood in front of him almost protectively. She placed a hand upon his bare chest, petting him as though he was a tamed pet. She barely looked at Saenyra as she spoke, "it is dangerous for a princess to be here at all, let alone so late in the day. I will see to it that you are escorted back to your castle by a knight."
Saenyra's eye twitched in irritation, who did this woman think she was? To order around the knights who only listened to the royal family?
Then she glanced at Daemon, who had not so much as moved, let alone remove her wandering fingers. Was this the result of Daemon's influence? Did his loyalty to this woman tie his Gold Cloaks to her?
She felt her gut roil with nausea, and her anger washed over her with a renewed vigour.
"You sicken me."
It was a wrathful and seething whisper. But it had its intended effect - Daemon's eyes widened at the insult before he clenched his jaw to reign himself in.
The dark-haired woman only sighed, "Princess, I mus-"
"You must remain quiet when the Princess is talking. For I will happily ask for your tongue if you continue," Mysaria looked at the girl in shock. From all the times Daemon had spoken about her, about her naivety and her calm, about wanting to keep her safe and untainted - this was not the girl he knew, not the girl he praised.
Worry clenched at her heart at the thought that somehow this was still exactly what Daemon needed.
"Now, I ask that you leave us to our discussion."
Saenyra did not wait for her to reply, she simply watched her uncle intently. Daemon nodded, and Mysaria walked away hesitantly.
"This is not a place for a princess like you."
"This is not a place for a prince either, especially one who is wedded. And yet, here we are."
"You should not be here, Saenyra," his voice deepened, as his face became stern. He stepped towards her, looking down his nose in disappointment, "you do not know what the people will speak."
"And yet I do. After all, that is why I am here. You could not even keep your mouth shut long enough to save yourseld from Father's wrath. But before you meet his, you shall meet mine," she glared at him, unflinchingly.
"And what is it that I have done to offend you so gravely, hm? Did I not wish you a good night? Did I not buy you a ring extravagant enough for your liking? Did I not praise your beauty like I did your sister's? Did I not fuck you, like I know-"
"Shut up."
They stared at each other for a moment, and Daemon's gaze faltered under her hurt expression. He was not blind. He had always noticed her infatuation in him, and as his own began to build, he knew he was doing an equally horrible job at hiding it, too.
"You have insulted the memory of my brother. Of my mother. She has not been returned to the Seven for more than a few days, and yet here you are - spitting upon her memories with your hurtful words."
"I have done no such thing," despite all the conviction in his voice, Saenyra could not scrub out the image of the brothel worker pressed up against Daemon, despite the vows he made to the Lady of Runestone, from her mind. Daemon was a liar.
Daemon is a liar.
And Otto Hightower would not lie about such treasonous acts like this.
He would not risk his position as Hand.
"'Heir for a Day'. Does that not ring any bells, Uncle?"
Daemon's face fell, his expression becoming stoic as Saenyra let a crack of laughter escape her - pained and weak.
"I have heard the whispers of your mocking tones against my late mother and late brother. Do you have no care of your words?"
"My words are simple truths. Everyone grieves in different ways, you have no right to judge mine."
"No right? Your words have caused harm to that of my family, of my father and my sister. We have lost a mother and a brother, Father has lost a wife and a child. And yet, here you sit amongst your whores claiming to be grieving."
"And what would you have me do?"
Her eyes were pleading as she looked into his own, welling up as she sweltered with the very emotions she had spent days hiding from.
"Anything but this."
"Leave, Saenyra. A princess should not be found in a place such as this," he repeated.
"Do you truly have no care of what you have said? What you have done?" She looked at him with incredulity painted across her face. Was he truly unable to see the consequences of his own words?
"And why should I?"
"Because he will send you away. You have crossed a line, and he will punish you for it with another exile. And perhaps this is one you will not be welcomed back from."
Daemon scoffs, rolling his eyes as he turns away from the tearful girl. Saenyra only bristles in anger.
"Does that satisfy you Uncle? To know your vile words have sent you away from King's Landing? Have sealed your fate away from the kingdom?" Away from me.
"Answer me, Uncle."
Rage bubbled up his throat, flashed through his eyes and he leapt towards Saenyra, hand wrapping around her throat as he tugged her closer.
This was the truest form of the beast that lurked under Daemon's skin, the truth of his horrors and violence.
She looked up at him, eyes pooled with unshed tears and yet not an ounce of fear could be seen. They gleamed with grief, for her mother, for her brother and for something more.
"Do not call me that," he seethed, "do not call me Uncle"
He fretted over her, wiping dripping tears as his voice hushed, almost on the edge of desperation - "call me Daemon. Say it. Say my name, call me. Call for me, call to me."
His fervor whispers sang in her ears, echoing through her body.
She wanted to speak his name, wanted to call to him. But her mind thought of his words - Heir for a Day.
"We are nothing more than that," her voice shook with a despaired whisper, "we are uncle and niece. There is nothing more, and so no reason for me to call to you Uncle. For I know you would never come."
He would not understand the gravity of his words, and surrounded by his whores and desperate men she found her need for his understanding dwindling as the seconds pass.
Her hands came to pry away his own, softly encasing his hands in the palms of her own.
Saenyralooked into Daemon's eyes one last time, sharing a sad smile as she stepped back.
She left through the same door she came, asking the closest knight to escort her back to the Keep and threatening to have his head if he spoke a word of her misadventures today.
Back in the brothel, Daemon was a seething beast. He ravaged through the brothel, screaming and breaking.
Before he fell into Mysaria's arms that night, he threatened every man, woman and child with a long and painful death should they speak a word of his princess.
Saenyra may hate him, but Daemon does not think he could feel anything less than love.
***
Since her mother had passed, Saenyra simply existed, quiet and quaint - her presence was overlooked, an ever-present shadow paid no mind by anyone of Council or greater.
Nor her father or sister batted an eye, and with her uncle banished, neither could he.
After Daemon had been sent away from King's Landing, Otto could feel the tension building between himself and the King. He could feel the power slipping from his fingers as Daemon's parting words of calling Otto a 'cunt', of insinuating he was a dishonourable man were echoing in Viserys' head like the guttural growl of a dragon on the hunt.
Otto needed a way to cast balance, to seize power. And then he found it.
Princess Saenyra had confined herself within her chambers, content to rot away in the comfort of her bed much like her mother had. Her mind replayed Aemma's last moments like an endless recital. She couldn't escape her mother's cries nor her pale, cold body.
Saenyra didn't have the courage to appear for her mother's funeral, appearances be damned. Nor did she have the courage to face her father and sister.
She missed countless dinners, numerous banquets, ignored several calls, and avoided countless people. She would only stray from her room to visit the library, and it was only one coincidental collision with the timid and frail girl that had seeded a plan into Otto's mind for something great and good.
***
Otto Hightower is a shrewd man, there were many ways he could play the situation at hand. But he had chosen to simply sit and wait, strongly assured all the pieces would fall into place.
His meetings with the youngest princess soon became intentional, brushing past her on his way out of the library or allowing her to stumble into him as she took short walks through the garden, trying to gather herself from her spiralling thoughts.
It had not taken long for her to take part in tentative conversations, and soon it cane to be that the little princess would seek out his presence.
It was hard to play ignorance at her blatant need for attention, to pretend to be blind to how she craved a listening ear and a praising voice. Now that her mother had passed and her father had become reclusive, Saenyra truly had no one at her side to offer the love she so headily desired.
And a spark ignited within her as she began to receive it from Otto. His dark ambitions for the throne were hidden behind a guise of paternal love, seeping its way through questions of Saenyra's lessons with the Septa, discussions on the history of King's Landing and the Targaryen ancestry.
Although he tried his best not to, a small ache of fondness bubbled deep in Otto's heart at her endless rambles and the excitement that twinkled in her eyes as she spouted off questions and spoke of anything which held her intrigue.
There was a childish glimmer in the way the princess held herself, full of grace and politeness but an endless bundle of joy and energy too. It was something so akin to what radiated from his late wife that, as much as he would deny it, the lines between his ambition and his care began to blur.
There was a festering guilt, of course. That he was showing a love to this girl, when he was forcing his own child to do unspeakable things for the power he craved and giving the love she deserved to another was a heavy weight upon his shoulders. But he bore it with eagerness, accepted it with duty and sacrifice.
Otto Hightower would do what he must, in order to have his blood sit upon the throne.
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jedi-enthusiast · 5 months ago
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Ok, I just realized something kinda hilarious since I’m bouncing between writing TGW and writing my Fallout 4 fic ‘and still, we stand’
I love writing morally grey characters, but I absolutely refuse to write morally grey characters in Star Wars, because like-
Let’s use ASWS as an example:
Arryn- (MC) -has been through a lot of trauma, so she doesn’t trust people at all and- (because of the specific trauma she suffered) -her gut reaction to most situations is violent. She hurts people, she kills people, she lies, she cheats, she always expects the worst of people…all to protect herself from ever being hurt again.
Her emotions are completely understandable, given what she’s been through, but that doesn’t mean her reactions are right.
A big part of her character development is learning that she doesn’t have to follow the “hurt others before they hurt you" way of thinking and that, when they're given the chance, most people will choose to be good. Yeah there's still jackasses and cruel people out there, this is Fallout after all, but no one expects her to be particularly optimistic or even for her to change her way of thinking all that much.
What she learns is that she doesn't need to distance herself from the people she cares about to avoid pain, she can trust people and lean on them when she needs to, and that she doesn't always need to expect the worst from people---because, more often than not, they'll surprise her if they're given the chance.
By the end of the fic, I'll be honest, Arryn doesn't necessarily change all that much---she still doesn't trust easily, she's still pessimistic, she still has a lot of baggage and unhealthy coping mechanisms...but the point is that she's grown. She's trying to be better, whatever that would look like fore her.
...
I cannot do that with Star Wars.
Because with Star Wars so many people have this idea of- "oh, this morally grey/terrible person is correct because fuck emotional control and being a decent person" -for reasons I don't understand.
If I wrote a fic, like I wanted to, about a Sith who was being trained by Dooku---but who eventually flipped sides because she started to care about the clones and, through that, started to have her views called into question---and had the Jedi try to help her to which she, due to her trauma, lashed out at them...
...an unfortunate amount of people would say that she was in the right.
They would say that she shouldn't control her emotions, that her accusations against the Jedi and Republic are valid, that she did nothing wrong during the war and her apprenticeship with Dooku.
And, personally, I don't want to have to write a fic where I'll constantly be having to write a 4k meta in the author's note section about why she is in the wrong and it is bad that she's doing what she's doing.
Which fucking sucks because, personally, I think I could do a really fucking cool story with the whole- "Sith apprentice changing sides during the war and all the drama/emotions/etc. that comes with that" -and I think I could execute it better than a lot of the people actually making content for Star Wars.
(looking at you Felony and Headland)
But, due to the lack of media comprehension and the---frankly stupid as fuck---attempts of the anti-Jedi crowd to make the Jedi out to be the "bad guys" of Star Wars, I refuse to write the fic I want.
So yeah, there's my rant of the day.
Sorry if it didn't make sense.
It's 1 am.
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juju-or-anya · 2 months ago
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A character I deeply hate in *Game of Thrones* and *A Song of Ice and Fire* isn’t Daenerys, nor Cersei, nor even Sansa (and that’s saying something, as she annoys me quite a bit). No, the character I truly despise is Robert Baratheon.
Robert embodies all the traits that make me think: "I hate men" or "Men disgust me." His entire personality revolves around being a womaniser, a drunk, an overweight man obsessed with the ghost of a dead woman. Lyanna Stark has been in her grave for nearly twenty years, and she still can’t rest in peace because of his sick fixation.
And that’s just the tip of the iceberg. While Robert wasn’t the mastermind of the Rebellion, he was certainly the one who fuelled it. He didn’t do it for the good of the realm or out of any sense of justice; he did it because he couldn’t accept that maybe Lyanna didn’t want to marry him. She preferred to be another man’s lover rather than his wife, and instead of accepting that, he unleashed a war. Lyanna, though raised as a noble lady of the North, had a will of iron and wouldn’t have allowed herself to be kidnapped without a fight (not that she really had a chance to avoid it—after all, she was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl facing Rhaegar, a twenty-four-year-old trained warrior—but I think you get my point).
And let’s not even talk about his reaction to the murder and rape of Elia Martell and her children. Robert laughed cruelly when he heard that innocent children, some barely toddlers, had been brutally killed and celebrated that a helpless woman had been raped and murdered. He was happy about it.
Of course, I’m not idealising characters like Lyanna, Elia, or Rhaegar. We can’t sanctify or demonise them because we don’t truly know them. Everything we know about them is filtered through the perspectives of others, some positive, some negative. They’re “told” characters, like Lily and James Potter in Harry Potter, whose backstories depend entirely on others’ memories. But who do we actually know enough about? Robert Baratheon. We know he’s the kind of man who would order the murder of a pregnant girl across the sea—a girl who’d already lost her family and home because of his rebellion. Robert did all this, not because Aerys was a tyrant, but because he was obsessed with the memory of a woman who never loved him.
As for his supposed "love" for Lyanna, he never showed any intention of respecting her, being faithful to her, or actually loving her. He was only in love with the idea of having a beautiful, strong, wild wife he could mould and subdue to his will. Before he was even engaged to Lyanna, he’d already fathered a bastard daughter; and only a few weeks after her death, he had Gendry. So much for his “great” love for Lyanna—he was already fathering children with other women within weeks.
What’s worse is that half the story seems determined to paint him as "the good guy." Give me a break. The realm didn’t entirely collapse during his reign only because of Tywin Lannister’s ambition and the competence of the royal council, who worked tirelessly to maintain stability. None of this was thanks to Robert Baratheon, who barely managed his responsibilities while the realm barely kept itself afloat despite him.
For all these reasons and more, I deeply hate Robert Baratheon.
Edit: I'll stand corrected, because a comment corrected me and they's right. The real hero who kept King Landing stable enough for there to still be a King Landing was Jon Arryn, that man deserved a raise and the biggest statue in the world, as well as putting up with his idiot king.
Edit 2: Re-reading my post, I realized that I made a somewhat fatphobic comment when I talked about Robert's physique and if anyone feels hurt, I truly apologize. I will not delete it, because it will be evident and give me a reason to improve, we are in constant deconstruction and I do not want to delete something bad that I could have said and pretend it never happened, how will I learn if I do that?
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le-roi-soleil · 4 months ago
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Also I'd like to talk about this weird_targaryen_relationship and incestual matrimonial traditions.
First what we see in hotd is Viserys and Aemma deeply in love with each other. Let's just n.b. that Aemma Arryn wasn't his sibling (cousin she was). This marriage seems to be working amazing.
Next would be Daemon and Rhaenyra. Daemon is her uncle, so he is older, and as for me most important - they grew up separately. Yea, Rhaenyra knew her uncle since her childhood, but as she claimed in s2, he'd always been a challenge for her: so close yet so distant, a mystery man.
/I'm not gonna talk about Rhae's fascinating marriage with Laenor, thanks/
And here we come to Aegon and Haelaena. Why didn't it work? Mostly because targtower branch of the family surely had never seen true love between their parents. Viserys kept loving Aemma until his death, Alicent being far from That Woman to him. Alicent put her life to the marriage with the King, not the man she had chosen herself, and it surely becomes an issue, separating her from her kids.
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Oh, the kids. Aegon understands himself being a father's disappointment in that scene on the training yard with Cole, Strong and the boys. Also remember Viserys truly loves Rhaenyra and her strong boys, and we feel that shit in Aegon's mind: i am not enough for them to love me. Sad but true, babe. And he says this exactly while driving to his coronation: he never wanted me to be the king, no one needs me, do you love me, mum?
You imbecile.
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Aemond's case is much worse. Being treated weird by Aegon and their cousins, he had no background at all, because Aegon must have been the most important figure in his life, but bro is just too stupid to understand. And when this little guy loses his eye, his father never protects him, even worse, he is trying to get the subject of the fight from King's position instead. Yet there is no empathy or pity at all (man, your son has just lost a fuckin eye, pls be a parent for someone else except Rhaenyra). So Aemond tries to find protection in his mother's arms. And Vhagar's. That is why his dragon means so much: it's not just a weapon for the Targaryen.
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Haelena is always invisible, but she is the only one visibly loved by her momma and even Rhaenyra, which makes her the most empathetic sibling, but unfortunately she also is a prophet, not being understood seriously by brothers. And now imagine some weird situation: you are thirteen, and you are getting married to your sixteen years old brother whom you've grew up with for the entirely all your lifetime.
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Must be such a weird feel. Even for the Targaryens this kind of relationship... Well, they are not delusional and they know perfectly that in Westeros this kind of thing is not ok. And now you have to be married, make heirs and be a couple, and you are just 13 yo. Jesus. With Aegon also, spoiled and lack intelligence. Maybe this stuff works when you are crazy in love with eachother, just like Jaime and Cersei are, but for Haelena's marriage, where she and her brother-husband were so distant, the scenario went horrible. And now I understand why Aegon came to her drunk - maybe not just being alcoholic, but trying to blind himself enough for making love with his small sister, trying to create another heir. And probably this worked until Jaehaerys' death, which finally destroyed a fragile balance between them.
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thequeenofneverland1 · 1 year ago
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Aegon II Targaryen//My Only True Love
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Anonymous requests: Could I request where Aegon II where it’s AU but he’s still a prince and There’s concubines and he has a favorite one and has slept with her multiple times but she hasn’t got pregnant so she gets jealous when princess Y/n the half sister of prince Aegon ll visit since he stops called her to come and is always busy with his sister  the concubine complains to the Queen mother Alicent Hightower but she gets mad and says instead of worrying about my son spending time with his sister worry about why haven’t you gotten pregnant y/n gets up to leave but she gets stop by her brother saying to spend the night together she refuses and gives in then in the morning he asks his mother if he can marry his sister and which his mother agrees and he stops having concubines that’s only if you feel comfortable writing incest but thank you for listening to me 
A/n: this a AU a I have switched a lot of stuff in here just in case you get confused
Warning: jealousy, and incest  don’t read if you’re not comfortable.
Your sister Rhaenyra and you were obviously the favorite daughters of the King Viserys I Targaryen and Queen Aemma. Arryn. which made the second wife of the King jealous since your sister and you were his successors not her kids.
Even though she stopped being friends with your sister, She still thinks of you as her second daughter.and soon the wife of her son the Prince Aegon II Targaryen since her daughter is already married to her other son.
You were today visiting your half siblings at King's Landing. since you live in Dragonstone with your sister and the family. you live there because your sister wants you to be with her and to be safe. since she doesn’t trust Queen Alicent and her kids.
Your sister wasn't happy she insisted on coming with you, but you reassured her that you'd be okay with going alone.
“You can leave now.” Aegon dismiss Lucy as he gets up to put on his clothes
Lucy’s smile into a sadness and disappointment since she thought she was going to stay with the prince she quickly gets off from the bed and she notices a handmade ring sitting on the prince working table, she smiles as she grabs it
He grabs the ring from Lucy “it’s not ready yet.”
She looks down at the ring and to Aegon "It's good like this." She smiles again, pulling her hand out “it’s beautiful, I'm so excited.”
He cringed, “I said that it’s not ready yet it still needs touches. I want it to be perfect and to be worthy of you.”
Lucy quickly bowed and leaves with a smile on her face a few minutes later there was a knock on the door the guards opened the door Queen Alicent walked inside
“I hope I’m not disturbing you, my son.” Alicent says
“Mother, you could never disturb me.” Aegon walks up to his mother “is everything ok?”
Queen Alicent smiles “Yes, everything is fine I just came here to tell you that your sister Princess Y/n is coming today.”
Aegon beamed at the thought of you coming to King’s Landing “did you tell the cookers? To prepare her favorite food?”
She nodded, “of course I did, everything should be ready when she comes here we’re going to eat in my Chamber.”
He frowned “I was thinking If I could have dinner with her by myself?”
She grinned “of course I should have thought about you wanting to have dinner with your sister by yourself. since you hadn’t seen her in a while.”
“Sorry about that mother”. He apologized.
She beamed “it’s ok I’ll have dinner with your other sister and brother.”
“Attention Princess Y/n Targaryen has arrived.” The servant announces making the maids stopped what they’re doing so can they bowed to you
As you walked passed them, the maids and servants bowed to you
“Princess I’m so happy that you're finally here.”Queen Alicent pulls you into a hug
You hug back her “I’m happy to be here thank you for letting me stay.”
“sister we have missed you so much.” Helaena tells you happily
“I have missed you guys so much as well. I'm sorry that I haven’t visited, I've been busy.” You look at them
Alicent grinned, "at least you're here my son Prince Aegon is waiting for you in his chambers.”
You nodded with a smile "thank you I should get going then.”
You went to your brother's chambers the guards let you inside you saw your brother sitting down waiting for you
He beamed, "Welcome sister, take a seat next to me.”
"Thank you brother.” you smiled sitting down
“My mother told the cooks to make your favorite food.” He tells you
You smiled "thank you, I love it.”
Your brother and you began eating, talking and laughing Lucy was coming with a smile on her face she was about to go inside to surprise the Prince but she got stopped by the guards
“Sorry Miss, but the Prince asked to not disturb him.” One of the guards tells her
"Tell the Prince that I’m here."
"The Prince is with his sister Princess Y/n.”
“Oh.” Lucy says leaving sad
You have been at King's landing for three week making Lucy jealous since Aegon is always with you he even stopped calling for her since he's always with you
Lucy was getting ready so she can see The Prince but Prince didn’t call for her, but she decided to surprise him
"Why are you getting ready? if he didn't call for you?" her friend asks
“I know, but he probably got busy but I bet when he sees me he'll get excited.” Lucy smiles
Lucy is walking happily thinking that today she's going to be with the Prince. She stops at his chambers "tell the Prince that I'm here."
"The Prince is gone.” He tells her
“I'm sure he's not going to take long. I can wait.” she says trying to get inside
"The Prince is with Princess Y/n in the gardens."
Lucy cries she couldn't handle it no more she can't help but feel jealous of you spending time with the prince she knows that she shouldn't feel jealous since you was his sister
She decided to go the Queen Alicent's chambers hopefully she can help her or have her talk to her son
"Lucy, why are you crying?" Alicent asks worried
“Because Prince Aegon hasn't called for me since he's always busy with The Princess, it's been weeks that he hasn't.” She cries “Can you talk to him? I’m scared that she probably told lies about me and he believed her.”
Alicent wasn’t going to let this concubine talked bad about you "listen here instead of you worrying about my son spending his time with his sister worry about why haven't you gotten pregnant.”
“Okay, I’m sorry.”
“If I heard you say bad things about the princess, I'll make you understand.”
Lucy quickly nods and bowed and leaves in fear
“I had so much fun today with you.” You smiled
“Come in with me, let's sleep together today.” Your brother flattered
You blushed, “I don't think it's inappropriate for us to do it.”
He smirks, "if our siblings do that why don't we do that as well.”
You laughed “they're married and we're not.”
“I'll marry you tomorrow.” He smiles
You smiled at the thought of being married to him, but you thought he was joking, but he wasn't
“Let’s sleep together.” You whisper shyly
Your brother and you woke up naked and the sunshine was hitting your faces
“Let's go, I got to ask my mother a question.”
“Mother, I want to marry Y/n.” Aegon tells his mother
“If you want to marry her then do it if she’s your happiness as your mother i have to accept it,”
You hug her "thank you Queen mother."
“Y/n beautiful I made a homemade ring. I want you to wear it as your engagement ring and wear it for the rest of our lives.” He put on the ring on your finger
“I love it so much thank you.”
“What’s going on?” Prince Aemond asks since he saw Aegon and you kissed
“Your sister and brother are engaged!!”
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nrilliree · 8 months ago
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I love it when idiots try to talk about realistic genetics by talking bullshit about said genetics. Yes, in the show, we know that Rhaenyra's children are Harwin's. But sorry, not in the book. And that's wrong, Harwin is never described in Fire and Blood. In fact, no member of House Strong is ever portrayed in Fire and Blood. Except one whose name I don't even remember and who... well, was blond from what I remember. And also, the book is transcribed by anti team blacks and pro greens. Who tells you that physical descriptions are actually real ? But hey, they should already recognize that the dance is an attempt at pro-greens propaganda by the maesters... Then, even if in the show there is no doubt about the paternity of the children... well the the fact that Laenor is black once again proves nothing at all. Like... they talk about the functionality of genetics and don't realize that in our reality a couple with the skin tones of Rhaenyra and Laenor can have white children ? I literally have a couple of friends with these same skin tones and their two daughters are white and blonde. While they both have brown hair and the guy has the same skin tone as Laenor. In addition, genetics don't even work like in our reality in the GRRM universe and HOTD is not at all consistent with this delusion of having made the Velaryons black. Jaehaerys should never have been white in the introduction to the show if we follow this logic that they pose on the Velaryon boys and the logic that the show actually tries to impose as children of a Velaryon and Targaryen must be non-white. And then, no one knows that Rhaenyra's children were born out of wedlock. This is recognized by HOTD and pretty much accepted by everyone in the Fire and Blood fandom, even me. On the other hand, what the antis do not understand is that being a bastard has nothing to do with genetics, it is a social position, and even children born between a married couple can be declared a bastard, and a child born outside marriage declared bastard at birth can then become legitimate. What is said is that the Velaryons were certainly born out of wedlock, but by the society of Westeros they are not bastards, simply because the king, who is the law, has always recognized countless times the legitimacy children Velaryon and Laenor himself recognized them as his own sons. Essentially Rhaenyra and Laenor had to resort to a donor if we had to make a modern equivalent.
We know from the book that Harvin had brown hair and brown eyes, but we don't know this from Harvin's description, only that on this basis some believed that Jace, Luke, and Joffrey were his sons. We know the boys had brown hair, brown eyes and pug noses. They were just children or teenagers, so the issue of facial features and noses could still have developed differently in adulthood. There is no official evidence that they were bastards in the book, and in my opinion the show changed that unnecessarily. They should have left it unsaid so that some people could believe that these are Harvin's children, and others that the children inherited their appearance from their ancestors - Baratheons in the series have brown hair, and Jeyne Arryn has very similar features to Jace and also has brown hair.
But let the TGs shout that boys are bastards. What else do they have left? Aegon is a rapist, Aemond is a murderer and psychopath, and Daeron is a murderer Jr. It's worse than being a bastard accepted by his father, grandfather and second grandfather-king.
I prefer Rhaenyra's sons to be bastards than... this what Alicent's sons are 🙃
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queen-morgana91 · 1 year ago
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Why do you think grrm is "pro Rhaegar"?
I mean, because he's serving cunt in life and in death lol
Jokes aside, he's a central figure in the books. Many characters are still obsessing over him 20 years after his death, he was so beautiful that Cersei (!) gave a fleet to a guy just because he almost looked like him.
Two viewpoint characters are in love with him (Cersei and JonCon). Other three idolized/respected him (Dany, Jaime and Barristan)
Ned, another viewpoint character, compared Robert and Rhaegar and ROBERT come out lacking (against the guy who "kidnapped and raped" his sister, basically)
Jaime calls him "King" and says Robert was no true King.
Wyman Manderly says Rhaegar Frey is a smirking worm “with a dragon’s name" (he was offended lol)
Daenerys is compared multiple times to him in a positive way
And look at what happened to the rebellion's leaders. Robert was butchered by a pig, Tywin was Killed by his own son while shitting, Jon Arryn was poisoned by his wife…..and the guy who died as a warrior (and with a tragic poetic death) was Rhaegar lol
"Rubies flew like drops of blood from the chest of a dying prince, and he sank to his knees in the water and with his last breath murmured a woman's name.”
Annnd……he wasn't a rapist. Lyanna and Rhaegar's relationship was consensual, as i've said here
He wasn't perfect or a hero, no. Nobody is perfect in this series. "The human heart in conflict with itself" and "Love is death of duty" very much defines Rhaegar. The struggle between his marriage to Elia and love for Lyanna, his conflict with his father, the prophecy and the threat of the Others. He couldn’t anticipated that the Lannisters would betray his father, or that his wife and children would both be killed.
He made mistakes like....99% of asoiaf characters. He's a conflicted character with flaws and virtues.
He wasn't the "spawn of Satan" like many people want to believe. GRRM will never acknowledge the nonsensical fandom headcanons and he's not gonna change his books.
So yeah, he’s 100% pro-Rhaegar and the fandom will get a rude awakening with the next books
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fishsticksloser · 2 years ago
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Can I plz request Rottmnt x platonic! Little sister! Reader who has a crush on someone and they're just all protective over her?
Sweet Little Dandelion
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RotTMNT + gn!reader
Warnings: mutant!reader, swearing, fluff, Usagi mentioned, aged up
A/N: the love interests name is Arryn, they're a yo'kai. Your color is yellow, hence some of the nicknames. Requests will be closed starting tomorrow.
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You and the boys walked through the Hidden City, you were looking for mystic items and scrap metal for Donnie. Donnie had his goggles down, scanning the piles of scrap. You all sifted through the junk. Once pieces were approved by D, they went in the bags you brought.
Once you all grabbed everything Donnie thought was useful you headed to Run of the Mill Pizza. Mikey swung his legs, sitting on the edge of his seat. A waiter came over and to say you couldn't keep your eyes off them was an understatement.
"Hi, I'm Arryn." They smiled, passing out menus. "What can I get you guys to drink?"
You all order, you stumble through yours, though. You felt someone looking at you, you scan the table. You and Leo make eye contact and he wiggles his eyebrows. Your face heats up and you turn away. Soon Arryn is back, placing your drinks down. Leo orders the pizza and slides closer to you.
"What do you think of Arryn?" He whispered.
"W-What?" You gasp, scooting away from him, only to bump into Raph.
"Oh come on!" Mikey chirps. "You can tell us, Bee!"
"We can all see you watching them." Donnie sighs, his finger running around the rim of his glass.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about." You mumbled, covering your reddening face.
"Here you guys go. Can I get you anything else?" Arryn asks, sliding the pizzas onto the table.
"Yeah, I've got a question." A smug smirk fills Leo's face. "Are you currently seeing anyone?"
"W-What?" Arryn stutters. "Uh... No..."
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You continued to visit Run of the Mill, just to see Arryn. You didn't talk much, but it was nice to see them. They spoke a lot about their family and their life in general .
One day you went, only to find Leo at your usual table. He was chatting with Arryn, his chin resting on his hand. Leo looked you, his signature smirk taunting you. He waved you over, so you went and sat next to him.
"Oh! Hi!" Arryn grins. "It's nice to you again."
"H-Hey." You smiled back. Leo pulled you in, his arm around your shoulder.
"This is the youngest of my siblings." Leo boasts. "I've heard they're a regular.
Leo and Arryn continue they're conversation. After finishing his Hawaiian pizza, Leo scurried off.
"Sorry about Leo." You laughed.
"And the others?" Arryn asks.
"Others?"
"Yeah, the purple, red, and orange ones come here pretty often too. The purple one is brutal."
"Donnie can be that way sometimes." You rub the back of your neck in embarrassment.
"Why?" Arryn takes a seat next to you. "Why are they so interested?"
"I.. um..." You stumble. Should you tell the truth? "They seem to think I have a crush on you."
"In that case..." You hoped Arryn wouldn't avoid you, you hopped your brothers hadn't scared him away. "Would you like to go out to dinner with me? I get off at 8."
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"What are we doing out here again?"
"Our sweet little Dandelion has a date with that server, Arryn."
"And?"
"And... we have to make sure it goes well!"
"Leo's right. Arryn even gave them a cloaking device so they can have their date on the surface."
"But our 'sweet little Dandelion' can handle it on their own."
"Shut up, Donnie. They haven't gone through the stuff we have, we just want to make sure they have a good life."
"Shhh! Here they come."
Your colorfully clad brothers remained hidden on the roof just outside Heuso's, where you were going to meet Arryn before your date.
"We didn't do his with Leo and-" Raph grabs Donnie, a hand over his mouth.
"Can you shut up?" Leo whisper yells. "We're supposed to be hidden. We're spies."
"I thought we were ninjas?" Donnie shoves Raph's hand away.
"Yeah, yeah, that too." Leo waves his twin off.
"Back to what I was saying... Before I was rudely interrupted." Donnie huffs, glaring at Raph. "We didn't interrogate or follow you and Usagi on your first date."
"And I thank you for that." Leo snorts.
"Uh... Guys?" Mikey starts.
"Listen, both of you have a point." Raph says. "Bee is the youngest, they didn't fight Shredder or the Kraang. We need to protect them. Leo's right about that, but Donnie's also right, we shouldn't be interrogating and stalking. This is getting out of hand."
"Guys?"
"Alright, maybe we went a little far, but they deserve to have a nice time." Leo groans. "We should give them that. If someone like Meat Sweats or Hypno find them, something could happen."
"Meat Sweats and Hypno don't even know Bee exists. We'd be drawing more attention to them by sticking around."
"Guys!" Mikey shouts. The other 3 turn to him. "We've lost them."
"Shit!"
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thesunfyre4446 · 9 months ago
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you guys know how much i love helaena
but wouldn't it be so tragic if instead of helaena, baelon was actually a girl that survived and married to aegon, and the dance would be about the daughters of aemma arryn vs the sons of alicent hightower? the DRAMA, the tragedy!!!
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sayafics · 1 year ago
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Temptation - Prologue
I honestly had no motivation to write another chapter for Dance of Shadows, so I thought I'd do a different fic to get me in the right mood.
Hope you guys like this one!
Criston cole x reader
Chapter I
Masterlist
Vaella Targaryen had her mother's gentle nature and her grandsire's shrewd mind.
If the people of the court were to ask, others would whisper that she did not take an ounce of her father's countenance.
She was brave and kind, and cruel and spoilt - she was fire, through and through. With a heart of unrelenting passion and a soul burning with the ferocity of a dragon, she caught the eyes of many lords throughout the Seven Kingdoms.
Most, if not all, were deemed to pale in contrast - too unworthy to share the same breath as her, if Aemond had a say.
Aemond was her twin, her true other half - in a manner her sister and brothers could never be. Still, she looked upon them with the same loving eyes she did Aemond.
Viserys did not spare her a glance, just as he had not feigned interest in all his heirs aside from his eldest daughter - Rhaenyra.
There was an ever-present ache in the depths of Vaella's heart as she recalls the way her father would dote upon her or Helaena whilst living in the lies the milk of the poppy fed him, and became dismissive when its effects had worn off.
Her mother would become Aemma, her brothers Daemon, and she or Helaena were a reflection of a sister who held no love towards them. No respect. Simply because the blood of Hightower ran alongside the blood of a Targaryen through them, and not the blood of Arryn that ran through Rhaenyra.
There were moments where Vaella adored being a princess, to be doted on by her handmaidens and protected by her knights. But it all melded into a sense of mindless ministrations when she realised their attention was out of duty, not love.
Vaella craved the idea of being wanted - needed.
There was no doubt of the love her siblings held for her - their brash protectiveness and coveted kindness spoke for itself.
But she longed for a whisper of love that was all-consuming and riveting, that had her heart skipping beats, her hands trembling in anticipation, her stomach twisting and turning and eyes welling with gratitude.
She wanted something more.
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Ser Criston Cole was a man scorned by a woman he believed to love him. A woman he insulted his vows for, tainted his white cloak for.
Ser Cole no longer believed in love - that was what he had told himself. He remained a dutiful knight, the Queen's sworn protector as he marched at her side, ready to fight for her cause, regardless of the sacrifices.
He taught Aemond how to wield a sword. Showing the boy how to protect himself from all those who wished him harm, watching him become a man and a brutal warrior. Criston promised himself he would never see the boy bleed again, not as he had the night Aemond had lost his eye and he had failed in his duties.
He became fretful over Helaena when she was drowning in the vicious waves of her mind. So careful to make sure she did not stumble nor trip whilst muttering the words that echoed in her mind. Mindful of every creature and cretin that scuttered across the Keep and ensured they were returned to her unharmed.
He would fetch Aegon from the filthy brothels of Silk Street. He would wash the boy like he was his own and clothe him like he was a babe. He would put him into bed and stay with the boy until his frenzied mind hushed under the doting nature of wines and ales.
But with Vaella, Alicent's youngest daughter, he simply watched. His eyes fixed upon her from afar.
He watched as she grew into a woman - in a blink of an eye, the girl whose gleeful chitters bounced through the Keep had turned into a woman anew.
Criston felt his throat ache as his heart filled with guilt at the thoughts that plague his mind. He had never paid much attention to the girl. She flitted in and out of his life without a second glance. She was much too quiet for him to take notice, much too shy and reserved.
Vaella spent all her waking moments trailing a father who did not want her and seeking comfort in her grandsire. She would be at the Sept if her mother would not have her, with her brothers if her father denied her.
And as the days passed into years, her shy smiles turned into sensuous smirks, her quiet words into tantalising whispers, her hesitant calls into enticing touches.
But Criston did not believe in love.
That did not stop his obsessions from growing, did not stop the jealousy that raked at his heart, and clawed against his throat when he had to watch her dance in the arms of lords who lusted over her like she was nothing more than a brooding mare.
He simply watched from afar.
Bound by his duties, suffocated by his cloak - Ser Criston Cole could not do much but watch.
That is, until the princess and her dearest brother reached their nameday of eight and ten.
A most lustrous banquet held in their honour as the pair were weighed heavy in gowns and armours of black and green - Vaella's ears shone with the largest of emeralds and her throat adorned with the most lavish of jewels. Her hair was pulled back in an array of complicated braids before falling down her back, and atop her head sat a circlet of the most finest gems.
Strokes of pink dusted her cheeks, giving her a natural flush that made her seem meek and quiet. But her wandering eyes gave away her true intentions, eyes running across the mass of people- of men, hungrily.
Criston heated within the confines of his armour, feeling stifled and suffocated at the sight of her. Still, his heart raged at the rolling waves of lust that poured off the men who attended the banquet.
He had watched as she danced in the arms of several men. Men he believed did not deserve to breathe in her scent, let alone hold her in their embrace.
He clenched his teeth when his heart roared and beat in protest as she took to a final dance with her brothers - shame colouring his ears at the realisation he was jealous of everyone who could get close to her in ways he ached to.
His heart sunk when she threw her head back with a delighted laugh at a joke made by a Lannister. It clenched in agony as she blushed under the lustful gaze of a shameless Tully.
Then, for a moment, Criston's heart wedged itself in his throat, his breathing coming to a stuttered stop as her gaze met his.
Her eyes were the shade of wisterias, vivid and bright. But in the light of a thousand blazing torches, they were almost glowing amber. He was mesmerised by her beauty once more. His mouth became dry, and he floundered for a moment as she sent him a teasing smile. As though she knew something he did not.
Even when she turned away, not daring to move to sneak glances at his form, Criston found himself tense. He stood straighter, on alert for whatever it was that he was sure would happen.
However, he certainly didn't expect this.
Ser Criston Cole, it was announced by the Hand, the Queen's most loyal protector would be given to her youngest daughter - a gift, they had said.
Her Sworn Shield.
Her personal knight.
Her shadow and her friend, a listening ear and a guiding hand, a fearless weapon and a comforting presence.
A gift.
A glance into the girl's eyes, watching how they gleamed with mischief, he was sure it was simply a death sentence.
To test him so harshly, to have him follow around the girl who fascinated him so deeply. It was a devious challenge, indeed.
But it would be okay.
Because, Ser Criston Cole did not believe in love.
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