#hotd: 106

[gameofthronesdaily]

“We know, Father. Everyone knows. Just look at them.” House of the Dragon | 1.06 "The Princess and the Queen" | 2.07 "The Red Sowing"

[emynarnen]

HOTD + parallels: Targaryens reading Valyrian history books when they are lonely

1.06 Daemon in Pentos // 2.02 Rhaenyra on Dragonstone

[hayley-on-the-daily]

[alicentzwaitinglady]

maybe i'll post about my version of the hotd timeline. i wrote out how i would have had the seasons divided bc season 1 feels like two seasons squashed together and it's bothering me now...

[fantasymindpalace]

look at the way rhaenyra is stroking that ball LOOK AT IT!!! and the intense, burning eye contact omfg. if i were alicent id have to look away too FUCK

EMMA D'ARCY & OLVIA COOKE as RHAENYRA TARGARYEN & ALICENT HIGHTOWER in HOUSE OF THE DRAGON | S1E06 - "The Princess and the Queen"

[asumofwords]

Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death, forced marriage, and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on. Blood, grief, sadness, suicidal thoughts.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

Masterlist

Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: Oh boy, get the tissues ready. Mummy and daddy have returned to the Red Keep for their baby, and honestly? I think we have all been waiting for this reunion. Not long now till we finish this holy smokes! Enjoy <3

Chapter 106: The Rightful Heir 

The room rushed around you as you stared at your parents. 

How long had it been?

How long had it been since you last saw them?

Held them?

Rhaenyra’s eyes were filled with tears as she ran swiftly across the chambers towards you, her steps faltering as she saw you did not stand to meet her.

Buttoned high across her neck were her riding leathers, but across her chest was cuirass of a black armour, the insignia of your House raised at the front of it. Her long hair was braided and pulled back and away from her face, golden crown nestled amongst the silver strands.

She was dressed for battle. 

They both were.

Daemon donned riding leather and armour alike. His hair was messed, braided back and half down, pressed against his scalp likely from the weight of his helmet, which was nowhere to be seen; tossed to the ground as he ran through the Keep with your mother in search of you.

Each pauldron was crafted to look as though they were dragon wings, curling down over the length of his shoulders and upper arms. Each rerebrace and and vambrace slotted over each other down his arms like dragon scales. The same for his chest piece and faulds, perfectly made to look like the belly scales of Caraxes, dripping down his body sharply, meanly.

A new set of armour you had not seen before, made for this moment.

“Y/n?” Rhaenyra whispered, almost in disbelief, head tilted as she looked at you.

But your fathers reaction was different. 

He walked slowly, as though assessing a risk in the room, as though he was waiting for some unseen danger to reveal itself. As if you were being used as bait to lure the two of them out. 

But it wasn't just his careful scouting of the chambers in search of his nephew, his eyes told another story. A story which entailed just how shocked he was to see you, in the way that you were, blood covered and crown atop your head. Your fathers mind not quite catching up to the image before him. 

Daemon's eyes cast over Larys Strong’s body, jaw tensing, but then a small smirk twitched at the corner of his lips.

It reminded you so much of Aemond.

And yet you did not move towards them. You sat and watched as your parents looked up at you from the bottom of the Iron Throne. Questions on the tips of their tongues, barely held resolve vibrating in their bodies.

It was clear they wished to come to you, run to you and hold you, but they didn't, and all because you didn't take the first steps.

Your heart ached in your chest. You wished they could feel it. Feel how much you wished to run to them, to leap into their arms and feel their hands and lips against your cheeks and head. To smell their scents around you, and hold them to you finally, in ways that you had longed to for months on end.

But you could not move, like you had grown to the throne, flesh and bones curling around each pommel and blade that your weight sat heavily on. Unable to lift yourself from it as you leant back, gut churning with anxiety. But what was more, an unavoidable rage and anger prevented you.

Prevented you from giving up something you had given so much for.

The war.

The losses.

Aemond.

You breathed deeply.

“I’ve had some time to think.” You licked your lips, the skin dry and cracked as you spoke down to them, Rhaenyra’s posture stiffening, and Daemon’s eyes roaming your body rapidly, finally landing at the bloodied crown that sat atop your head.

"About what I have done." You continued, voice becoming louder, firmer, more authoritative, "What I have endured to sit here. What I have had to do to sit here. And the more I sit, the more I think; Why?”

Rhaenyra shifted on her spot, brows furrowed in concern as she looked over you, trying to assess if any of the blood that was drying upon your skin was yours, “Why what, my sweet?”

Your lungs expanded as you sucked in a deep breath, the sound of guards and men outside yelling, no doubt Rhaenyra and Daemon’s, claiming the Red Keep and Kings Landing. 

But it was the bitterness of disdain that settled heavily upon your tongue, the anger that you would have to live forever more with your choices, the denial of it creeping across your skin.

In that moment, in those months you had been locked away, kept away, trapped, it was hard to not feel anger. To not feel hate. Or pain. Or anguish. To not feel righteous and justifiable disdain at all who did not suffer the way you had.

And so you channeled that rage, and you let it pour from you like a steady stream of fire.

“Why should I give the throne to you?” Your voice sounded foreign as it passed your lips. The presence of a silver haired man in your periphery as you spoke caused you to inhale sharply, blinking to try and get him out of your sight, “Why should you sit here, on a throne I have earnt with my blood? Why should you sit here, after all I have done to ensure it. After all I have lost. After all I have sacrificed.”

“Tala," Daughter, Daemon's voice rose, confusion, concern, and sorrow in his voice, "Skoros ēza-“ What has-, But your voice raised higher, angry and resentful as you interrupted him, Rhaenyra flinching at his side.

“-I have earnt this, more than you." You sneered down at them, "I have been raped and defiled for this throne." You watched their faces crumpled, "I have been beaten and mocked, before the court... The realm, to laugh at, to jest. Trapped and kept from my family in this vipers nest for a year! I have lost a child, and gained another to survive. To win this throne for you.” Your heart beat rapidly against your chest as blood rushed in your ears.

Rhaenyra’s face crumpled further, the softness of her eyebrows pulled down, and the violet of her eyes seemingly sparkling as tears gathered in the corners. 

Even in her sorrows, she was beautiful.

Daemon however, looked enraged. 

“But what have you done for me?” Your voice cracked, “You left me here.” You took a shuddering breath, watching as Rhaenyra shook her head in denial, chest rising and falling brokenly.

But then your voice hardened, lips twitching as you held back a sneer, "You made Jacaerys your successor, and me your Hand." You scoffed, "I have lost a dragon and gained another. I have been plucked from the sky and lived. The small folk say we are closer to Gods than man, but I must be a God if I am standing here today. If I sit where I sit. If I have survived what I have endured.”

Rhaenyra’s guards flooded the chambers, ensuring the safety of their Queen and King, eyes all cast up to you, their daughter, who sat upon the Iron Throne, Conquerors Crown atop her head. 

Your knuckles gripped the arms of the throne tightly, blade of your dagger scrapping loudly against one of the swords as you leant forward, “It is I the eldest daughter, the Merciless Queen, who should sit this throne. I have earnt it. It is mine by right.”

Queen Rhaenyra’s brow hardened, and her lips pulled down as you spoke, though a traitorous tear escaped her eye, sliding down her face. Daemon shifted beside her, looking up at you through his white lashes, his jaw ticking and hands at his side flexing.

“So you are to depose me of the throne? Like my brother? Your own mother?” Her voice cut across the chambers.

Your nostrils flared, trying to push the tide that surged within you. But it built, just as it always did, rising and climbing inside of you, dragging you down into its cold and murky depths, suffocating you in its clutches.

It was sorrow.

Loss.

Grief.

You licked your lips again, voice crackling in the back of your throat as you felt your own tears prick at your eyes, "The thought of sitting here, despite me earning it with my own hands, is agonising, muña." Mother, You clutched a hand against your chest, wringing the bloodied chemise in your fist, and watched as Rhaenyra's head tilted to the side sadly.

"It fills me with sorrow, knowing that sitting here would mean to depose you. That it would be another usurpation of the Iron Throne. Another of my own mother, who I love dearly. Who I have suffered for months for. And my father. Kepa.” Father, Your lips shook as you spoke, a small sob falling from them as you said kepa.

A tear tracked down your cheek, “It tears my heart in two to even think of such a thing, the pain more mighty than what has been done to it these past moons.” You shook your head, clenching the arm of the throne, a sharp sting running up your fingertips, the blades of the slicing at the flesh that gripped them tightly, knuckles white.

“I did this all for you, muña. I stayed for you. Because I love you, because it is your birthright. Because it was my duty. So much so, that I have committed the most egregious of sins. I have done something that can never be undone." A loud sob filled the chambers, "I will never be whole again.”

It was quiet. 

So very quiet in the throne chambers as you mother and father looked at you with tear filled eyes, wet tracks sliding down Rhaenyra's face. But they waited, they waited for you to continue, as they always have done, knowing that you had not had a chance to be open with them for so long, opening the door for you to speak your truth, which had been taken from you since the very moment you had arrived to the Red Keep. 

Your chest ached, pain spreading across your body, and up your throat.

Was this how Aemond felt? When you betrayed him?

When you pierced his throat with the blade he had given you?

Was this how it felt when he looked up at you as he died?

That lump settled in the back of your throat once again as you desperately tried to swallow it.

“Iksan ēdrugī." I am tired, "I am weary, muña. Eman issare pryjatan, kepa." I have been broken, father. "And yet I sit on this throne, babe in my stomach; the son of the One-Eyed King." Rhaenyra's eyes widened, "A man I loved. A man I killed. And all for you. I pierced his throat with mine own dagger in our bed; a dagger he gifted me, to keep me safe from Aegon. And what did I do?” Another tear slid past your cheek.

"I betrayed him." You sneered, anger at yourself rising.

Daemon lifted a foot and set it on the first step below the throne, his hand holding Rhaenyra’s tightly for grounding. The both of them wishing to run to you, to hold you, to feel you with their hands and make sure you were real, and not an illusion.

But the chill was back. And Aemond's presence in your periphery became harder, and harder to ignore.

You wished it was anyone but him.

Lucerys, Helaena, even Larys.

But it was him.

And he was there.

Watching.

“If I give you this throne, what do I get?” Your tone became icy, emotionless and cold, the warmth having bled from the tip of your tongue as you tapped it at the back of your teeth, “What is my payment for months of rape and torture. Of Aegon! Of Aemond."

The anger was back, bursting through you like wildfire, uncontrollable and ungraspable. You couldn't stop it, couldn't stop the heat that continued to rise inside of you.

“Will you banish me to Dragonstone, never to be seen again? Will you strip me of my titles once more, and give them to Jacaerys? Will my actions have no reward? No recognition? Will you turncloak against your own daughter?”

Daemon’s eyes opened in horror before narrowing into slits, angry, remorseful, bereft, “Why didn’t you tell us?! I would have burnt the kingdom to the ground! We would have come for you!

“And then where would we be?!” You cried back, “Still crownless, with a broken daughter and a war once again. You have sat at Dragonstone growing fat from my achievements, none the wiser to my suffering as I have lost myself and my senses for this throne. So tell me, what do I get?”

You saw Aemond's body shift, directing his eye to your parents.

Watching.

Waiting.

Supporting.

A tear slid down Rhaenyra’s porcelain cheek, “Why did you let yourself suffer so? My sweet girl." She said sorrowfully, and a tear slid down your cheek, "What horrors have you been subjected to that you have not yet told us?" Her hand tensed in your fathers grip, and you watched as his thumb brushed over her skin to soothe her, to calm her. But you knew it was more for himself.

"Why did not call for us sooner?" She sobbed, and another piece of your heart broke, "We would have come to get you. What of the people we had here for you? The maids? The Maester? I would have died for you to come home. To come back to us.” Her voice crackled and broke at the end, her pale hand spread against the sigil of her breastplate, fingers digging into the cold metal.

You leant back in the throne and shut your eyes sadly, not being able to bear the sight of your parents looking so broken, so horrified, so remorseful for something they had no control over.

You had made your decision to stay.

Not them.

You breathed in, and your voice came out quieter this time, softer, the fire simmering in the background, “I sat in these walls and dreamt of you coming to save me. But you never did. And you couldn’t have. Because it would have been for naught. All my suffering, my blood spilt, it would have been for naught if I had sent that raven to you earlier." You opened your eyes to look down at them.

Daemon and Rhaenyra had crept up three steps more, as your eyes had been shut, desperate to get close to you. Desperate to hold you.

You continued, "And I had tried once. I wrote a letter, but quickly dashed that hope into the flames of the hearth and watched them burn away. I stayed because I knew it was my duty to do so.” 

Duty.

Duty.

All of it was for duty.

All of this had been for duty.

And what had duty done for you?

Nothing but losses.

You straightened yourself in your seat, tapping your dagger against the metal arm in thought, “I have conquered this throne by right, not just one King, but two. I did that, and alone no less. No one else. Me.” You raised your head high. “Aemond slayed Aegon for me. And I have slayed Aemond for you.” 

The flames were back, and they licked at your face hotly.

“What could we possibly give you that could take this pain away?” Rhaenyra breathed, unsure of what to do, what to say, whilst Daemon stared at you the way you had stared at Aemond's corpse; with nothing but grief.

“What could we have possibly done without knowing the truth of what has happened here? I never wanted this for you, you forced my hand! I would have never let you come here if I had known you would suffer so." She all but cried.

You laughed humourlessly, “I am a fools Queen. A Queen, muña. The Broken Queen. The Queen Maker... And a Queen for a Day.”

Rhaenyra Targaryens face morphed into one of confusion before settling on shock, half blinking as another tear slid down her cheek. Daemon took another step towards you, but was held back by his wife, who’s arm was stretched out, keeping him from ascending any more stairs to you.

There was that anger again.

Anger that was not justifiably directed at them, and you knew it. You knew it to your core. But it still ate away at you, tearing at your flesh, and resolve, and strength, piece by piece. Sharp claws lashing at your heart with every word spoken.

They had been none the wiser to what had happened here, perhaps small whispers from the maids and Maester, but you had promised you would call for them, summon them with two little words if it became too much, if it became too violent, if it became the horrors that not even yourself could quite conceive just yet, but you hadn't. And it did not erase the hurt. It did not erase the pain.

And you were punishing yourself.

Keeping yourself from them. Hurting them. Lashing out at them, trying to be the worst version of yourself so that you could justify what you had just done in the mere early hours of the morning, before the sun had even risen.

Trying to justify that you were a worse monster than he had been. Trying to convince yourself that you deserved it. That you deserved the pain. The abandonment. The grief.

Because you betrayed him.

In his softest of moments, in his most honest of moments, in his most vulnerable of ones, you had betrayed him.

And how could you ever forgive yourself for that?

How could they ever forgive you for that if they knew the truth of it?

And they would.

They would know the whole truth of it.

And they would come to fear you, be horrified by their daughter, you were sure of it.

It nagged at the back of your head, like the scratching of Lucerys' whispers that had haunted you for months on end. A darkness in the back of your mind that you knew was yourself, a part of yourself you could never escape. A part of yourself that had always been there, that had been fed by the violence you had endured, and doubled in size in the violence you had committed.

It was there.

Just like it was there in him.

Always there.

To burn together.

Monster.

How could you ever do it?

How could you ever betray them?

You could not.

You would not.

If you did, you would die.

Your heart would stop beating itself, you were sure of that. It would still in your chest as it felt it would now, as though it would no longer beat for another. As though when Aemond's had stopped, yours had with it.

You couldn't do it.

You could not take this from them.

From her.

From your mother who had loved and raised you.

From your father who had done the same.

You would sooner throw yourself into the ocean, or onto the spikes at the bottom of Maegor's holdfast to be pierced upon, in a way you felt you deserved, and then, only then, would you be reunited with him. Would you get to hold him once more.

Would you get to love him, and never be threatened, or taken from him again.

Another tear fell.

You gave them a small smile, a sad smile, of regret, of sorrow, of mourning, “Let me have a moment more… Please.” You spoke quietly to them, and only to them.

Guards stationed themselves at the door to secure the chambers, the sounds of dragons flying above the Keep loud and ever present. You breathed in again, closing your eyes as you found the strength to speak once more.

“To see how it feels to sit on a throne I have earnt, and to know, that it was I who put you here. For never again shall I sit here. For after you, it will be Jacaerys, and then his heir, and their heir after. Let me be the Queen I was fated to be, if only a moment more.”

And so you sat, watched on by your mother and father as you felt the weight of the crown atop your head, the Conquerors Crown. A crown you had, by design, conquered.

The blood of the King drenched heavily atop your body, darkening your hair and skin and chemise, the sharp cold of the blades of the Iron Throne beneath you.

A crown forged in blood.

You stared at them, a moment more as they gave you the time you requested, watching as they stood stiffly, eyes shimmering with tears, their faces having fallen as you sat a moment more. And then, all too soon, your resolve and anger melted away, and a tidal wave of grief and relief flooded over you.

You stood shaikly, legs aching as you stretched to your full height, your parents looking up at you in anticipation, taking steps backwards away from the throne.

Your chest heaved, as you took one step, then another, and then flew down the steps and crashed into their waiting arms, Daemon lifting you off the stairs, turning you to face your mother, who buried her face into the crux of your neck. A small sob fell from her lips as they both held you tightly for the first time since you had left them at Dragonstone.

You cried, loudly, sobbing into Daemon, who cooed and kissed at the top of your head, fingers digging painfully into your flesh as he gripped you tightly. Making sure you could not leave him again.

Your father almost collapsed as you felt him cry and shake with you in his arms. Holding him so tightly to him you could scarcely breathe, hands shaking so violently that they almost vibrated.

“Ñuha byka vīlībāzmio.” My little warrior, He whispered into your blood clumped hair, “Issi ao ōdrikagon?” Are you hurt?

You sobbed louder, heart feeling like it would give out, stomach hardened and in pain with how it clenched, "Ñuha prūmia iksis pryjatan.” My heart is broken.

Rhaenyra hushed you gently, pressing a kiss thrice against your cheek, and oh how you missed it. How you missed the way she always did it, always in three's, always the same. Familiar. Yours. Hers. Whispering praise into your ear, promising that you were safe, that they were here now, that they loved you, that they came for you. 

And they had.

“I loved him.” You wailed brokenly.

“We know.” Daemon whispered, smoothing your hair at your back.

“I’m with child. And I killed him. I killed the man I loved.” You bawled.

“Ñuha dōna riña.” My sweet girl, Rhaenyra took you from your fathers arms, and you buried your head into her neck, feeling Daemons heat behind you, gripping you tightly, as you inhaled her scent, "He would forgive you. I know he would. My brother would understand. He understood."

It didn't do much to help calm you, but it helped to reassure you that they were truly there, and that they were not a vision like your brother, or Helaena or-

You lifted your head, opening your eyes to the chambers behind Rhaenyra.

There, at the back of the room, hidden amongst the shadows, was the violet and sapphire gaze you would come to miss the most.

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[flamingtwiggy]

HoTD ABOverse Jacegan-centric fic idea.

I cannot write a full fanfic for the life of me because my grammar is shit and there’d be so much repetition, and I don’t want to give out crap. But I’ll share this idea out because I want it out of my head.

(Notable) Alphas:

Viserys I Targaryen

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Harwin Strong

Daemon Targaryen

Cregan Stark (b. 108 AC; presented at age 11)

Rhaenys Targaryen

Baela Targaryen (b. 116 AC; presented at age 12)

Aegon II Targaryen (b. 106 AC; presented at age 12)

Aemond Targeryen (b. 110 AC; presented at age 10)

Joffrey Targaryen (b. 117 AC; presented at age 12)

(Notable) Betas:

Corlys Velaryon

Laenor Velaryon

Criston Cole

Otto Hightower

Larys Strong

(Notable) Omegas:

Alicent Hightower

Helaena Targaryen (b. 109 AC; presented at age 10)

Daeron Targaryen (b. 114 AC; presented at age 12)

Jacaerys Targaryen-Strong (b. late 114 AC; presented at age 14)

Lucerys Velaryon (b. late 115 AC; presented at age 15)

Laena Velaryon

Rhaena Targaryen (b. 116 AC; presented at age 12)

Arra Norrey (b. ~116 AC; Cregan Stark’s first mate; presented at age 10)

Unpresented (because they’re children):

Viserys II Targaryen

Aegon III Targaryen

Jaehaerys Targaryen

Jaehaera Targaryen

Rickon Stark

Valyrian Alphas and Omegas are rare, a class where the old Valyrians would (with magic at the time) change their sexes accordingly to match the ideal parts of their presentation (Alphas with cocks, Omegas with cunts). The change is most painful for a male Valyrian Omega, as it often involves castration and months-long process of the body developing a womb and vaginal productive system. The change often made it easier for male omegas to handle birthing, and for female alphas to bond with and mate male omegas.

Jacaerys is a Valyrian Omega. He spent nearly half a year a-bed during his presentation.

Baela is a Valyrian Alpha, Daemon’s particular pride and joy.

Alpha-Omega relationships are most ideal, as well as Alpha-Alpha. Omega-Omega is not common. The only pairing that is subject to criticism and often humiliation is Beta-Omega.

True or Fated bond mates exist, but are rarely encountered (among high-folk mostly because arranged marriages and such). Characterized by an irresistible draw to each other, and the inability to mate with any other if they’ve met their fated mate. Any pre-existing bonds are often rejected and dissolved (by magic ABO happenings). Cregan and Jacaerys are one such pair, of course.

Side note: I cannot believe that while looking up when all the characters were born, that Arra Norrey was apparently born sometime before 116 AC. Jacaerys was born late 114 AC, so if we go by that reference of age, Arra may have been a child bride. Then again, she was said to be Cregan’s childhood best friend, and Cregan is about 6 years older than Jace.

Also, these ages are so screwed, it’s a whole mental map trying to set everything so they don’t conflict with times and each other ages. :P Also show timeline does not match book timeline, so that adds another hiccup. At this point, I’m basically mix-and-matching.

Basic Plot Points:

What if Rhaenyra did worry about what her first pregnancy with Harwin’s child that resulted in Jace, about his looks? And she grew so worried and disappointed when he did inherit Harwin’s colorings that she gave him away out of desperation.

A few days after Jacaerys’ birth, when rumors grew of Rhaenyra’s infidelity to Laenor, Rhaenyra arranged to have Jacaerys “kidnapped” or “killed” and one of her ladies-in-waiting took the babe away from the Keep and gave him to a random woman on the street, who turned out to be one of the whores of the Street of Silk. Could be Mysaria. Vermax had hatched and bonded with Jace, so Mysaria is stuck with a baby and his dragon.

Despite her disapproval of Rhaenyra’s affair with Harwin Strong resulting in a child, Alicent found it more insulting and repulsive that Rhaenyra obviously arranged the disappearance of her first-born. It grew more bothersome when Rhaenyra continued the affair and produced Lucerys and Joffrey, and kept them to avoid anymore suspicion that she was getting rid of her bastards. Rhaenyra was also weighed with the guilt of giving away her first baby boy, and heavily regretted it after experiencing the joys of motherhood with Lucerys.

Time skips galore to Laena’s death and funeral, where Aemond bonds with Vhagar. On the joy ride that is his first flight, he encounters Jace riding Vermax, but he doesn’t get to speak with him. He doesn’t mention the encounter to anyone, especially after Lucerys, Baela, and Rhaena confronted him about Vhagar and he loses his eye. When he’s better, he investigates Jace and Vermax, and they become close friends over a few weeks. Aemond is the one to teach Jacaerys High Valyrian, starting with basic dragon commands.

Alicent eventually finds out about Jacaerys and his parentage, she and Otto resolve to foster him in the Keep, to one day use to their advantage. They manage to manipulate a sickly Viserys into legitimizing Jacaerys as a Targaryen and Lord Strong of Harrenhal, all while keeping the news from reaching Rhaenyra on Dragonstone. This is around 126 AC.

(Current) Titles:

Prince Jacaerys Targaryen, Lord Strong of Harrenhal

Prince Lucerys Velaryon, Heir to Dragonstone

Prince Joffrey Velaryon, Heir to Driftmark

Lady Baela Targaryen

Lady Rhaena Targaryen

Lord Cregan Stark of Winterfell

According to the timeline I set, it should be about 128 AC when Jacaerys presents as an omega while he is living at and helping restore Harrenhal. Upon receiving a raven about his falling ill while presenting and 3 months passing since Jacaerys last was conscious, Aemond took residence at Harrenhal and vigilantly protected him. This is also the year that Arra Norrey canonically dies while giving birth to Rickon Stark.

Baela and Rhaena present in 128 AC as well.

Around 129-130 AC, Lucerys Velaryon presents as an omega, and Joffrey as an alpha. Viserys hosts a tourney in their honor, celebrating the presentation of his favored grandchildren (miffing Alicent as there was no such celebration held for her own children). Rhaenyra and Daemon convince Viserys to invite among the lords, Cregan Stark, after learning of his recent widowing in the hopes that they can secure an alliance with the North by betrothing Lucerys to Cregan.

The hosts traveling from the North are welcomed midway at a near-completely renovated Harrenhal by Jacaerys and Aemond. They spend a day resting, and those who do not wish to rest are invited to join a small hunting party with Jacaerys leading. Vermax is about as big as Syrax, having grown more free-range at Harrenhal than most dragons. Jacaerys bonds with many of the knights and lords in the hunting party, but gets along the most with Cregan.

Upon arriving at King’s Landing, the host of Harrenhal, including Aemond and Jacaerys, accompany that of the houses of the North. Jacaerys and Aemond are the last announced after Cregan Stark, having landed Vhagar and Vermax together on the beach, and this is the first time Rhaenyra hears of Jacaerys.

Jacaerys knows that Rhaenyra is his mother, and he holds resentment towards her. At some point during the festivities, he publicly or privately confronts Rhaenyra with the show!canon monologue:

“Did you think I would have dark hair? When you took Harwin Strong into your bed, did you think I might favor him, or did it not cross your mind?”

Rhaenyra attempts to calm him and show that she regrets her past decision heavily, but Jacaerys cannot forgive her for the years of anguish he went through without his true mother. Much of his resentment lies in that after abandoning him, she went on to have two more children just like him.

Meanwhile, Lucerys attempts to bond with Cregan, driven by Daemon and Rhaenyra’s suggestion for him to consider the Lord of Winterfell as a possible mate. He is constantly in the company of Baela, Rhaena, and Joffrey as they observe all the knights and lords. Daeron Targaryen is also present, and he is Lucerys’ rival for Cregan Stark’s attentions.

The relationship between Jacaerys and Lucerys is bitter. Lucerys sees Jacaerys as a threat to him in every facet of his life, and he cannot believe that Jacaerys may be his older brother who his mother abandoned. Jace being legitimized as the son of Rhaenyra and Harwin poses a threat to Lucerys and Joffrey, as it casts a heavier shadow onto the boys. And Rhaenyra refuses to publicly acknowledge Jacaerys as her own at the expense of Lucerys and Joffrey. As a result, he is antagonistic towards Jace, and his closest friends Baela, Rhaena, and Joffrey support him. He is also slightly scared of Jace because wherever he is, Aemond is sure to be close by.

Daeron and Jacaerys aren’t necessarily friends as Jace is with the rest of Daeron’s siblings, but they aren’t “enemies” like Luke and Jace. He manages to spy upon Cregan and Jace, and realizes that he and Lucerys have no chance at Cregan, so he backs off seriously considering him as a mate. He does continue to rile Lucerys up with taunts, because he finds it funny and cute, in an odd way.

The highlight of the tourney is the crowning of the Queen of Love and Beauty, which is an honor for the tourney champion to bestow to a lady or omega of their choosing. Despite being a lord, Cregan is known as one of the best swordsman of Westeros, therefore his participation is expected. It becomes rumored to all attending that either Prince Lucerys Velaryon or Prince Daeron Targaryen are expectant to be crowned by the lord, and their respective mothers Rhaenyra and Alicent may betroth their omega son to the lord as a result. It comes as a surprise to most of the royal family when Cregan crowns Prince Jacaerys instead (except for Aemond and Helaena because they are his closest friends, and Helaena could sort of tell with her dream-seer powers; Aegon bluntly states that it was obvious to anyone not lovesick for Stark).

Cregan officially courts Jacaerys, and they decide to marry/mate any or all of three ways: by the Old Gods, respecting Cregan’s heritage; the Faith of the Seven, respecting Jacaerys’ beliefs; and the Old Valyrian tradition, respecting Jacaerys’ heritage as a Targaryen.

Side note: An alternative and more dramatic take to this is Daemon and Rhaenyra successfully arranging with Viserys for Cregan to mate with Lucerys after the tourney, but frustrated and driven to his wits end, Cregan mates Jacaerys under the Weirwood tree the night before the last day of the tourney, during a feast/dance. Rhaenyra tries to resolve this by proposing Cregan follow Aegon I’s example and mate Lucerys for duty while keeping Jacaerys for love. The issue is that once an alpha takes his true omega, attempting to claim another tends to get rather bloody. Historically, most alphas or omegas tend to be torn apart by both the alpha and their true mate if they try. And also, Cregan did not want to have two or more mates. As he tells Rhaenyra “You would submit your son to an empty life. I would never love him as I love my Prince Jacaerys. I would never bed him, not even for duty. He would waste away in the cold of the North, constantly longing for a better life til his dying day.”

A couple of tiny and side moments:

Jacaerys and Mysaria being mother and son, because she raised him for a bit before he was discovered by Alicent.

Jacaerys wears some extravagant and more…revealing outfits than in the show. May be influenced by being raised in a brothel house…also he is an omega so they do have a bit more freedom in dressing pretty. Jacaerys is a very beautiful omega, basically.

Cregan and Jace have some training battles, because Jace is also a fighter and a Lord, so he must know how to fight. Cregan appreciates that Jacaerys is not a dainty and demure omega; he proves to have a raging fire that can conquer the coldest of winters in the North.

Jace and Daemon do not like each other. Daemon despises Jace’s very existence because his position threatens Rhaenyra’s claim as well as their little peace. And he gets in the way of everything. And the Strong host just loves messing with Daemon and humbling, as is show canon. Simon Strong is definitely with Jacaerys the entire time of the tourney.

Jace and Baela would’ve definitely been betrothed were they not sort of enemies on circumstance. However, my stance on incest is that I don’t support it, not even slightly. So I don’t see any potential for a threesome between Jace, Baela, and Cregan.

Sara Snow may be a part of Cregan’s party in tourney, if she’s not taking care of Rickon in the North. And if she is, Cregan asked her to craft the crown of flowers that he gives to Jace. It’s this crown of flowers that has all the omegas and ladies attending the tourney bumbling with excitement that they might be on the receiving end of it.

Corlys and Rhaenys become more upset at the evidence that Jacaerys, and by extension Lucerys and Joffrey, are not true Velaryons. Rhaenys always firmly believed Rhaenyra got rid of Jacaerys because he was not Laenor’s, so when it was officially announced, she was done. The only saving grace is that Baela and Rhaena are definitely Laena’s, and they may or may not be betrothed to Lucerys and Joffrey respectively…

Lucerys eventually accepts that his mother screwed them all over and sowed the seeds they reap. Moreover, he reconciles with Jacaerys and learns how to be a younger brother. Aemond still creeps him out by lurking in the shadows.

End Notes:

I am not TG, and I do cast a dark light on Rhaenyra and Lucerys especially with this narrative, but I needed some drama with it. Anyways, I’m glad I could blurb this out to stop thinking about it so much. Sorry I won’t be writing a full fic to anyone who would be interested in reading it.

[maulsveenus]

My favs

Vhagar and Caraxes

[madame-fear]

˗ˏˋ 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.ᐟ | 𝟐𝟑𝟎𝟎 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ˎˊ˗

ೀ amira speaks! : just a list of the upcoming requested drabbles for the 2300 followers celebration. This list contains drabbles for the HOTD fandom, for Enzo Vogrincic and also for Fran Romero. As soon as they’re posted, they will be uploaded to my masterlists! . . . → Drabbles are still open, from February 14th to March 1st. . . . → Check out my prompts!

˗ˏˋ 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐃 ˎˊ˗

→ Being on an arranged marriage with Jacaerys. Soft smut, prompts 1, 12, 22. → Comforting Aegon ii after he wakes up from a nightmare. Soft smut, maybe! Prompt 7. → Bard!Reader singing a lullaby to Lucerys. Fluff. → Aemond inviting you to dance on purpose, just to make Lucerys jealous. → Rhaenyra’s eldest child!Reader being betrothed to Aemond. Targtowers praising you for supporting Aegon’s coronation. Smut, foursome. → Helaena and Reader chasing a beetle together. → Lucerys teases you while both of you walk on the Dragonstone beach, and you begin to splash water at each other. When they return dripping wet, your parents scold you, but you are still giggling at one another. Fluff. → Newlyweds!Lucerys x Reader. You see him taking a bath and apologise all flustered to him, saying you can return later, but he encourages you to join him. Smut. → Jacaerys x Reader, betrothed to one another. Fluff, prompts 13, 45, 23. → Cuddling with Aegon after he gets scolded by Alicent. Fluff.

˗ˏˋ 𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐎 𝐕𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐂 ˎˊ˗

→ Enzo with an inexperienced!Reader. Smut. → Him encouraging you to sit on his face, since you’re scared and shy to do it. → Enzo x University Student!Reader. College dorm smut. → You re-encounter yourself with your cousin in a club after not seeing each other in a long time and your cousin touches your waist, which makes Enzo feel jealous. Smut, fluffy aftercare. Prompts 51, 74, 75. → Kissing for the first time. Fluff, prompts 21 + 30.

˗ˏˋ 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎 ˎˊ˗

→ Sharing kisses with Fran. Fluff, prompts 20, 27, 50. → Stargazing with Fran. Fluff, prompts 84 + 112. → Fran admiring during sex the necklace he gave to you with his initial on it. → Taking a shower together, and him leaving you more bites & hickeys on your neck as the old marks are already disappearing. Slight smut, prompts 86 + 91. → You are on a small party with the cast. He keeps staring at you during the entire party, and under the influence of alcohol, he pulls you away to somewhere private. Smut, prompts 37, 96, 106.

[ryahtargaryen]

A GUIDE TO HOTD OCVERSE

🌿 — what is hotd ocv?

the hotd ocv is an alternate universe / non-canonical timeline that centers around ryah and calla targaryen. created by @ryahtargaryen and @callastargaryen , the hotd ocv changes the events within both fire & blood / hotd by adding in new characters, changing major plot points, and reimagining characters and their relationships with each other. it creates a storyline that can be summed up to: “what if the events that led to the dance of dragons never happened…”

🪷 — oc introduction

on 6/3/109 AC, princess rhaenyra and prince daemon targaryen welcomed their first babies to the world— twin girls they named ryah and calla. their birth was a surprise, for rhaenyra and daemon had only expected one baby. alas, there were two— and they came with haste into the world.

on the day of their birth, ryah and calla were deemed “the two headed dragon” by their father not only because they were targaryen twins, but because the egg he had picked months prior to catch in the cradle alongside his child hatched not only one but two dragons: rhaegal and snowfyre. daemon declared it to be fate. his girls were the magic of old valyria in the flesh.

princess ryah targaryen, the elder twin, had been born with the destiny to one day inherit the targaryen dynasty and rule the seven kingdoms. being the firstborn daughter of the heir to the iron throne, rhaenyra targaryen, ryah was her mother’s heir. bred for fire and blood, princess ryah was raised to rule. she was a fierce dragon-rider. a brilliant scholar. a skilled swordswoman. a savvy politician. a level-headed thinker. an unabashed rule follower. most of all, she is a gentle heart. she will one day make a fine queen with her loyal, devoted husband — prince aemond — and their smart, well-mannered children — daenerys, rhaen, and annika — by her side.

princess calla targaryen, the younger twin, was born with a warmth never before known. she was the sun shining through the — often described — cold red keep. whilst her sister studied and trained, she was content to needlepoint and draw. she showed little to no interest in the formal duties her name inherited. she sat often in the sept, praying to the mother and the maiden primarily. she knew nothing of politics and maths, only knowing flowers and high valyrian hymns. it is only through love and marriage calla accepts a grand title. lady wife to her lord husband, aegon, calla is content on her sheep farm. her days are full of time spent with her husband, their children, and her partner clarisse.

🌻— hotd overse timeline and events

all the “canon” events that take place in the hotd ocv can be found posted here in order.

🪴— the targaryen family in four parts

part one: the immediate family

part two: the extended family— version green

part three: the extended family— version blue

part four: the next generation

🌱— romantic pairings

one of the biggest changes from canon (oc characters aside) are the romantic pairings. below are the (most significant) listed couples:

• ryah and aemond (ryaemond)

• calla and aegon (callaegon)

• jace and helaena (jacelaena)

• caeserys and evelyn (caevelyn)

• baela and daeron (baeron)

• lucerys and rhaena (luclaena)

• daenerys and arra (darra)

• baelon and annika (annaelon)

• rhaenyra and daemon (daemyra)

• laena and carter (carlaena)

🥀 — major canon changes

because hotd ocverse is built upon the idea that the dance of the dragons and downfall of house targaryen does not happen, there has been many hours spent piecing together a consistent canon that leads to peace. the timeline details when and what happens, but this section highlights the why’s and how’s of the major canon changes.

• rhaenyra marries daemon.

with rhaenyra married to daemon, she gives birth to no bastards. her bloodline cannot be challenged. jace and luke have been changed in the canon of hotd ocv so that they are rhaenyra and daemon’s true-born sons born after ryah and calla. daemon and rhaenyra have three more sons: caeserys (joffery replacement) and a set of male twins, aerion and aelon (aegon iii and viserys ii replacements)

• betrothed as children.

to decrease discourse and silence anyone who dare think to plot against rhaenyra’s ascension, rhaenyra, daemon, alicent, and viserys betroth their three eldest children to each other. (note: not married as children. betrothed.)

prince aegon, the first-born son of the king, is promised to princess calla, the second-born daughter of the future queen, to ensure the crown never touches his head. any challenge aegon poses by simply breathing is lessened. it eliminates potential usurpation. raised to craft and chat, aegon and calla were a complimentary pair. it added to the already massive political benefit.

princess ryah, the first-born daughter and heir to the future queen, is promised to prince aemond, the second-born son of the king. ensuring a son of the king still sits the small council, prince aemond’s betrothal to princess ryah is a smart political move. aemond himself had little to no claim to the throne being — at the time — as far back as 10th in line in the line of succession, if not further. if usurpation were to arise, it would not have been aemond who is raised up against rhaenyra. it is his little claim to the throne that makes him a fine pick for princess ryah— as well as the history between them on the day he lost his eye.

prince jacaerys and princess helaena are promised on the agreement that they will inherit dragonstone. with varying opinions on who deserves to inherit what, it is one more sure way to see that each side of the argument gets both. hightower-targaryen blood not only sits the throne together through ryah and aemond, but it inherits old town through aegon and calla (unbeknownst to them at the time) as well as dragonstone through jace and helaena.

every major seat that can be filled and major role that can be assumed is claimed by targ-tower blood.

• laena velaryon the lady of driftmark

when her brother laenor flees to live freely with his lover in essos, laena velaryon becomes lady of driftmark. she is happily married to carter stark and they have twins, baela and rhaena.

• aegon inheriting old town

hobert hightower had no sons. he had two daughters that he had had not named his heir’s. when he fell ill and later died, his titles passed to his brother, otto. otto leaves king’s landing — and his position as hand — to assume his role as lord of old town. he names his son, ser gwayne hightower, his heir. when ser gwayne passes away unexpectedly of a burst belly, otto hightower names aegon targaryen his heir. despite never having a desire for any kind of power, aegon accepts this responsibility and moves with his wife, calla, onto a farm in old town where they live contently as lord and lady when otto eventually passed away.

• the dragon-like dragon-lords

a family rich with blood magic passed down from before the doom, the dragon-lords of house targaryen are eerily similar to their fire-breathing counterparts. in the way they walk, in the way their eyes gleam, in the way they talk, in the way they react. if dragon’s are seen as gods, targaryen’s have to then be something divine, too, for targaryen is a dragon in human skin. and that is why it is their house that sits the iron throne.

• the targaryen bond

targaryens bond romantically with each other as dragons do. they mate for life. whether it clicks instantly or is a bond developed over time, targaryens are drawn to each other like flames and will burn together until their flames burn out. binding their blood through marriage is tradition born from the desire to be whole. wholeness for the dragon-born can only be found in their targaryen counterpart. a silver-haired soulmate born of the same fire and blood.

within hotd ocverse, targaryen parents imprint on their children. in a family that infamously marries brothers to sisters, uncles to nieces, and cousins to cousins, the bond between a targaryen parent and their child is the only true, pure, familial bond there is due to the fact that they imprint on their children.

• the loss of aemond’s eye

the day aemond targaryen had been born, a green egg was placed beside him. when it hatched, a vibrant green dragon was his for the claiming once he was of age. cyprus, he named it. his green monster. cyprus was a known trouble-marker in the dragon pit. green dragons had bitter temperaments and cyprus was no exception. at 10 years old, aemond targaryen was allowed to claim his dragon.

all it took was one second. only for one second, aemond had let his guard down. that was all the time cyprus needed to lash out as the chain around his neck annoyed him too greatly. if aemond had been standing any closer, perhaps his face would been torn off. the gods must’ve been watching out for him. he was just far enough that only one of cyprus’ razor sharp claws wounded him.

he had claimed his dragon.

but his dragon had claimed his eye.

• hand of the king

when otto returned to old town, lyonel strong assumed the position for a short period of time. viserys wished to make daemon his hand, but daemon was busy tending to his army of children and running the city watch. once the kids were a bit older and the stress of terrible twos after terrible twos lessened, he assumed the role of hand of the king. lyonel went returned back to harrenhall and ser harwin strong took over commanding the city watch.

• the hand(s) of the queen

when rhaenyra was crowned queen, she named rhaenys targaryen her hand. together, they were a steadfast duo for many years. when rhaenys passed away, rhaenyra then named alicent hightower to be hand of the queen. alicent accepted gratefully and advised rhaenyra through the rest of her reign faithfully.

i am pretty sure that wraps up everything that can be detailed :) hope you guys enjoyed our fun little take on hotd. drop any questions you have! thanks for reading xxx

[gameofthronesdaily]

HARWIN holding his son, JOFFREY (1.06) JACAERYS holding his brother, JOFFREY (2.01)

[emynarnen]

Rhaenyra’s silver maternity dress

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON 1.06 “The Princess and the Queen"

[artcinemas]

“In the years that followed, Alicent caught the eye of King Viserys I Targaryen, whose first wife, Queen Aemma Arryn, had died, and whose small council was urging him to wed again. Ignoring all advice from his council, Viserys choose Alicent as his wife. They married in 106 AC, despite the whispers of people who believed that the Hand had risen above himself. Some doubted Alicent's virtue, as rumors began circling that she had slept with King Viserys while Queen Aemma was still alive; moreover, the notorious court fool Mushroom mischievously suggested that Alicent had been more than an aide to the late Jaehaerys. Nonetheless, Alicent was wed to Viserys. While this forestalled other potential marriage-alliances Viserys's small council would have preferred, it was not a completely unwise choice, as the Hightowers were still one of the leading families in Westeros, with close ties to the Faith of the Seven (whose leadership were still based at the Starry Sept in Oldtown at the time).”

Deepika Padukone as Alicent Hightower, Queen In Chains.

hotd goes desi started by @boundlessfantasy @theworldisafuckingbleak

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Wither on the vine

Wekk 1 picture prompt for: Spring picture prompt event by @hotd-bigbang

Themes: Angst

Warnings: Maternal/child death prior to the beginning of the story

Wordcount: 500+words

Summary: Alicent writes about the cherry blossom tree in the Godswood, and her upcoming wedding.

A/n 1: This ficlet is written in the epistolary form of writing

A/n 2: Alicent is 18 in this story

Minors DNI

Alicent Hightower’s journal

5th day in the third moon of 106 AC.— It is still spring, and flowers in the cherry blossom tree have already bloomed in the Godswood. It is the only tree of its nature in Westeros, a gift to the king from the Empress of YiTi in honor of his ascending the throne. There was a solemn ceremony in the Godswood when it was planted into the soil, with a tourney and a grand feast afterward. High lords and ladies came from all over the realm to bear witness, and more than one champion made their name on the tourney grounds. It had been a glorious day, filled with warm sunshine, music, and laughter, and purses growing fat from wagers.

Rhaenyra and I often sat beneath its flower-laden branches and talk and read and laugh. She would share her father’s tales of old Valyria and tales of her little adventures flying atop her dragon, Syrax. She often begged me to come with her, and I always refused. Then she would pout, pursing her lips into a thin line. And then she would smile and enlist my aid in her quest to raid the kitchens for cake. 

“I want to fly with you on dragon back,” she once said after wheedling the cook into giving her a tray laden with cake and other sweets. “See the great wonders across the Narrow Sea, and eat only cake.” 

What happy times they were! The realm prospered, queen Aemma was with child again, and commoners and nobles alike awaited the birth of a little prince, an heir to wear his father’s crown and put an end to the question of succession for good and for all. Alas! That was not to be. Good queen Aemma perished in her labors, and her son followed her soon after. And that was when Father began his scheming, though, at the time, I did not see it for what it truly was. 

A ploy to put me in the king’s bed as his new queen and secure more power for himself.

“I would like for you to seek out the king,” he had said, “and offer him comfort. Viserys is plagued with grief. He will be glad to have a kindly visitor. And Alicent? Be sure one of your mother’s dresses when you call on him.”

As strange as it was, I thought nothing of his request to garb myself in one of my lady mother’s dresses. I did as I was bid, because that was what dutiful children did. They obeyed their mother and father in all things. I obeyed my father and listened to him, never questioning him or his motives, even when my own conscience pressed me to do so. And because I listened to him without question and toiled blindly on his behalf, I am now left without a true friend in court and the companion I once considered as dear as a most beloved sister. I am about to wed a man I could neither love nor desire and produce his heirs year after year, all while the cherry blossom tree continues to bloom and my own wishes and dreams slowly wither on the vine. 

Image: Arno Smit/Unsplash

Cherry blossom divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

[horizon-verizon]

What do you think about team green calling Viserys a rapist because he married Alicent?. Of course I know he wasnt a good king, he wasnt a good father, or husband but calling him a rapist?

Show version, yes. Alicent was very obviously unwilling to sleep with him no matter her grief when he died. Marital rape.

Book version, no. She very much wanted to be his queen and there is more room to assume that she even romantically loved him for a bit before and after they married. For a while.

*EDIT* [3/25/24]:

Show!Alicent was 14-15 when she married a 35-40-looking Viserys if we just go by actor age; if we go by the assumption that the writers just want their audience to look at Criston, Otto, Daemon, and Viserys' ages by their canonical ages, then Viserys is supposed to be in his late 20s, specifically 29 when he marries Show!Alicent.

However, in the book and the original lore/story, Alicent was 18 when she married the 29-year-old Viserys in 106 A.C., which isn't looked on very favorably in a U.S. post-Industrial Era context bc yes that can be sus or just bad...men are trying to get as close to "child" for a reason, even if they are thinking in total bad faith for why.

However, it's far better than what we get in-show and 18 = 15! Book!Alicent definitely wanted to become Queen and likelier pursued Viserys for that position & it doesn't have to be a "seduction", either. Also, and very importantly, in the show Otto straight up pimps out his daughter with her visible discomfort. She has none of the agency that book!Alicent had.

18 is also not the common age of marriage for girls in Westeros and its society and this is not speaking to the morality of the individual men so much as stating the contours of the society we are looking into and what shapes these characters. Ironically, Alicent is not even out of the age of marriageability in either Westeros nor in some parts of medieval/EU history...for aristocrats. Because she is a girl.

HotD is correct for pointing out this is a social system that can easier allow men to abuse their wives BUT this is all this to say that bk!Alicent was not abused by bk!Viserys! .

Whether or not you are totally against its existence in canon, decide to not let the ages of marriage totally hurt your observations of the text, or are actually one of those who'd accept teens marrying adult men -- the age of majority for people is 16 in Westeros which doesn't necessarily coincide with what we'd call the age of consent. These are/were two different things, as you would know if you researched just the history of them in England and the legal history/ progress of defining/creating the age of consent. Noble girls had a different age of marriage than their male counterparts bc: some late medieval/Renaissance/Tudor writers believed that if a man married too young or had a sexual partner too young they would be "unbalanced" humorally; girls were not expected to inherit the household, pass on the house name to their kids [except for special circumstances], and the authority; and the ideal of feminine beauty-centered "maidenhood", which is unmarried young girlhood but not "prepubescent" childhood, that "in-b/t" stage. So if there were a large age gap, it was more likely for a much younger very wealthy/noblewoman to marry an older, very wealthy/noble guy.)

Plus, in the show, Viserys doesn't even have the element of an arranged marriage or incoming negative consequences to explain why he felt he absolutely had to be with a 14-year-old girl.

[loksthegreat]

what happens to rhaenyra in your story? who's her husband? her children? her role? does viserys remarry after aemma and has the green children? does the dance happen?

Thank you so much for asking!! Alright here’s how I see this going down :

So in my first draft and plot line which is still the one I’m mostly using, cause it’s really well detailed, Alicent still marries Viserys and is as miserable as in canon, however I always thought that the dance was more of a Aegon vs Rhaenyra thing, not the Alicent vs. Rhaenyra conflict that hotd is making it out to be so the main antagonist is really just Aegon, who takes the opportunity to become king, and the great houses of Lannister and Baratheon who are fed up with the crown and don’t want a woman in power, however I recently started questioning why Otto would push Alicent to marry Viserys when he already has four sons by Visenya in 106 AC (which is the year Alicent marries Viserys) soooo I think I will scratch that and just let the dance of dragons be less like the canon dance (so no siblings fighting for the throne) and more of a normal war/rebellion (I’m thinking of doing something with the Targaryen bastards of Daemon/Viserys/etc, because I really have a few of them), but don’t worry I plan to write about the generations of made up Targa following Visenya too, and three kings and one queen later, we have a real Targaryens fighting Targaryens for the iron throne kinda situation around 200 AC.

Okay so back to the actual questions asked; I think Viserys will be less drawn to remarrying, since Alicent isn’t actively trying to seduce him and he probably doesn’t want to risk the claims of his daughters, however I think the Velaryons are still gonna be pushing for him to marry a daughter of theirs, which in my story would be Valaena, (mainly because I really don’t see Laena and Viserys happening ever) and since Viserys is a bit of a pushover, I think there is a strong chance of that happening (even though it might take longer, with Otto pushing against it). I have been playing with the thought of Viserys being the father of Valaenas kids for a while, since I already got them planned out, and it would make sense for me cause I believe in the theory that all riders of Balerion struggle with infertility and since Viserys only rode him once, he got daughters, but all his sons died at birth.

Alright now as for Rhaenyra, I see her having a happier live for sure, without the burden of being heir, and with Viserys not forcing her to live the consequences of his mistakes by making her marry Laenor, if he’s already married to Valaena. I’m not sure whom she will marry yet though, in the current state of writing she’s still very much an eight year old so I haven’t worried about it to much. Either I’ll make up some OC she can marry, or maybe she’ll just be allowed to marry Harwin, since he’s a knight, son of the Hand, and heir to his house he sure isn’t the worst match, and again in this story Rhaenyra has a good few sisters, especially if I make Valaena marry Viserys. I still plan for her to have those three sons and then maybe remarry and have more hypothetical kids, cause I still have reasons to kill Harwin and Lyonel. Who knows maybe she’ll even marry Daemon like in canon.

As for Rhaenyras role I am obviously pushing her to the side a bit, since she’s not the heir (I’m sorry I’m trying not to steal her entire storyline and life too much) she and Visenya spend the first four years of Rhaes life completely separate and while Visenya has a complicated relationship with her father, he dotes on Rhaenyra, so it takes a while for Visenya to warm up to Rhaenyra, they eventually grow close a few years before Aemmas death and stay like that until Rhaenyra eventually realizes Visenyas involvement in Harwins death and well, after that things are a bit frosty. Alicent is also gonna be romantically involved with Rhaenrya after Otto is dismissed as Viserys Hand and he and Visenya leave for Dragonstone. So that is another factor that sort of complicates the whole sisterly dynamic…

Wheww, I hope that wasn’t too much rambling and makes a little sense! Please feel free to asks any more questions you have, I love getting to talk about my fav OC and her family!!!