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myladysapphire · 5 months ago

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My Lady Strong (VI)

Aemond had always been protective of his neice, obssessed even, insiting on keeping her sheltered, and purley his, he never let her stray far and following the incident at Driftmark, Aemma was rarley without Aemond as her shadow. How will the kind, sheltered girl fair in the dance of dragons?

word count: 3,100

CW: MDI 18+, toxic relationship, manipulation, mommy issues, bullying, co-dependancy issues, self harm, not beta read.

Fem!oc x dark!Aemond Targeryen

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disclamer: i do not own any of claim any of the A song of ice and fire characters, all rights belong to GRR MARTIN, all characters are his except for my OC

A/N sorry its been so long! forgot wehat direction i was going in with this story so going off the few notes i had left about this chapter! might be a few changes ive made from the last few chapters, but hopefully it all makes sense! but this story is gonna get dark and sad!

Aemma had been pacing back and forth for the last hour, nerves clear on her face as her mother and brothers were set to arrive in only a days time. She hadn’t spoken to her in what had felt like forever, and she had no idea on what too expect. She thought that perhaps she might have done something but thinking back on the countless letters she had written, she could not think of a single thing she could have possibly said. Perhaps taking Aemond’s side at Driftmark, or perhaps refusing to leave his side after the fact.

She had made her complaint to Aemond, the morning after they had reconnected, he had simply laughed, “oh Aemma, do you really think your mother cares about you? She happily sent you of to wed me the second it was suggested.” He said as he brushed her hair for her, having dismissed her ladies so they could break their fast. “if she cared about you she would have demanded I got to Dragonstone, not you here, she simply wished to be rid of you.”

Aemma looked down, she refused to believe it, her mother had always preached how she was her favourite child, then again, after Driftmark her mother did just send her away, she would have visited her more or asked her to visit if it was true. “Really?” she asked tears in her eyes.

“oh of course” he smirked, “but do not worry dear, soon enough you shall be my wife and she will no longer have to even act as if she cared for you, and you will not have to care for her either.”

She shook her head, and looked up at him, meeting his smirk in the mirror “do you think she loves me still?”

“no” he replied instantly.

A tear fell from her eye “do you love me?” she near begged.

Aemond’s smirk widened, his eyes twinkling, “of course” she turned her head, and he instantly gripped her chin, “and you love me, don’t you?”

“no” she replied. His grip tightened slightly, “I do not know what it is to love Aemond, but perhaps…once we get to know each other more.”

He frowned. “We have known each other our who lives”

“Yes, but these past years we have been distant, I know nothing of you”.

“And whose fault is that” he said stepping away, “was it not for that bastard I would still have my eye! And you would love me!”

She stood up, following him, “how does-“he stopped her, turning around quickly to face her.

“Because it does!” he almost whined, “you were mine! And then you were handed to me on a silver platter and yet all you have done is whine about your mother and your stupid brothers!” he took a breath, allowing her an opportunity to speak.

“I begged to stay with you Aemond, I defended you and –“

“And you begged them to stay also!” she looked at him, she had never told him of the conversation with her mother.

“How do you know that?” she asked bewildered. “and what does that have to do with anything?”

“everything!” after what they did to me, to YOU! And you wanted them to stay” he shook his head, “I went to find you, I needed you and you were begging your mother to stay? Do you think I could forgive you?”

“Aemond-“ she was crying now.

“these past years I have grow into the man I knew you wanted, not the silly little boy you grew up with, but the man you need, my mother has been nothing but a mother to you, and yet you still crave that whore and those bastards”

“I’m sorry Aemond. “she said, reaching for his hands, “your right, I am so sorry, I just wanted my muna, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” She caressed his hand, “but I didn’t want too lose you or her and yet I lost you both!” she whined, “I needed you too!” she cried, wrapping her arms around his waist.

She needed him. Aemond smiled, “goo. because I am all you will ever and have ever needed.” He said holding her to him, “your mother is here in formality over, and at the end of the week she will be nothing to you, I will be your everything, your husband, your protector, your Aemond.”

“And let me remind you sweet Aemma, that without me you would remain Lady strong, a princesses bastard. And yet you betrayed me, begged for our tormentors to stay and if that had happened do you think I would have been able to devote these past five years to becoming your protector, to become the man you desired?”

She shook her head.

“They were cruel to you, hated you. All because your mother favoured you, do you think they will have changed?”

She shook her head again, and started to think back, growing up all she had ever wanted was to marry Aemond, and have him be her protector and never have to see Jace and Luke again.

She had thought that after Driftmark she would never get that Aemond, he had changed the second that eye was taken from him. He became cold and cruel and there was even whispers he was mad.

“but-“she started to speak, a part of her felt like he had turned into them.

He had tormented her for years and now he seemed to be perfect for her. It didn’t make sense.

“But what?” he asked, suddenly moving closer to her.

“you have been cruel, ignoring me then you started to torment me, sending me the heads of Aemma’s roses, as if you were threatening me.”

He shook his head, “I don’t know what your talking about”

“yes you do!”

“no Aemma, your confused, I sent you Aemma’s roses, to show I was thinking of you , and I never cut there heads of” he laughed, “and I only ignored you as I felt so hurt by what you did”

“i- but you cut of-“ she shook her head, “I-I I’m so confused, Aemond I- perhaps I should ask Cassandra, she has a better memory than me –“

“no Aemma, your just misremembering, you’ve always had trouble with remembering things” he said, “and do you not trust me?” he said sounding sad.

she shook her head, “of course not- I, just I thought you hated me for whatever reason and now I must have thought your acts were of torment and not …love” she said unsure.

“it okay Aemma, I know you struggle and I know you have always had difficulties with things” he said softly, “I was hurt and scared you would hate me too, I should have been more upfront, it is all my fault” he said, pulling her into a hug, “I know you are sorry, and I am too”/

He wasn’t, he loved the look on her face when she opened the box of cut of Aemma’s rose heads, loved the way she was scared, but he also realised years of ignoring her had made him seem untrustworthy, and he feared he made a mistake, he had a new strategy to play. At first he wantec her to be scared and run to him for help, but it seems her ladies and beloved Cassandra had gotten in the way of that plan, and made him the villain.

He supposed he had to get them out of the way.

Since that conversation, Aemond had made sure she did not leave his side.

Saying how he missed her dearly, and realising how much he needed her and pushing her away had hurt him more than it hurt her.

She had felt so badly for him, and before he knew it they were back to their old habits, were she went he went, she would even ask him too choose all her clothes, even serve her dinner.

She forgot how simple life was with Aemond, how happy and easy he made her life.

And Aemond was loving it, he loved getting to control every detail about her, she would dress how he liked, believing it her choice to let him pick, she would follow him everywhere, meaning he no longer had to follow her.

The only problem was that her ladies maids were still in the way. They ere there when she woke, and dressed, giving question stares as he would enter her rooms, whispering in her ear about things Aemma would never reveal.

He wasn’t jealous just angry.

He had been hurt all those years ago and ignored her because he wanted to be better. Become the best possible Aemond, become her protector and a man who would never again loose his eyes to is silly little nephews, and someone who would never let them hurt Aemma again.

And it was blatantly obvious that his ignoring of her head made her annoyingly close to her little friends.

He had hidden letters from her mother the first year, then they came less and less, before stopping altogether. He would allow a few of Aemma’s letters to be sent, not before reading them himself. He wanted her too feel isolated, but that had failed, and now it would be too suspicious for Aemma to receive the letters her mother had sent over the years, especially as he had read them all and hated the love his sister had for her daughter, hated that no matter how hard he wanted to hide it, her mothers return would only pull them apart once more.

So he realised the game of isolation needed to change and to get ride of the Ladies he must earn their trust, so he wooed them, by sitting in at their gatherings and showing undivided devotion to Aemma, there was still the issue of Cassandra Baratheon. She despised him, and he here. She was brash and loud, and Aemma’s best friend.

He wasn’t jealous, no, not at all. Not jealous of the way she effortless laughed at her jokes or talked to her without having the perplexed and wanted to please look in her eyes that’s she did with him.

He watched the bitterly as they chatted the day away. She seemed to light up around Cassandra, and he hated it.

“Are you nervous about you mother and brothers return?” Cassandra asked, sipping her tea.

“yes, especially my mother” she sighed, stirring her tea “I did receive a letter from my brothers this morning” she reviled, much to Aemond’s surprise. He had ordered all letters addressed to Aemma be sent to him straight away, how this had escaped him – “I had waited in the ravenry for a reply for my letter, and one had just arrived when I got there.” She reviled, answering what Aemond was wondering.

“what did it say?” Cassandra and Aemond asked simultaneously.

“Luke and Jace were asking about how I am , and saying they were sorry if their actions in our youth and wish for us to reconnect upon there return.” She replied.

“you will do no such thing” Aemond spoke, standing up.

“And why not?” Cassandra asked, clearly unhappy at Aemond.

“because of how they have always treated her!2

“oh please, they were children!” Cassandra spoke, now standing alongside Aemond, “ they have apologized and wish to know there sister, and from what Aemma has told me, I and my sisters have done far worse to each other than they did to her!”

Aemond scoffed, “please, they were bullies, they locked her in the black cells!”

“they- they what?” Cassandra asked, no looking towards Aemma.

“i- its true they did, but they have apologised incessantly since then.” Aemma said, trying to diffuse the situation, “they are my brothers, and they.. they said sorry”

“You still have nightmares Aemma” Aemond spoke, now moving back to his seat and taking her hands in his.

This perplexed Aemma she had never not once told Aemond of her dreams, especially of that night, he himself had always felt partly responsible for it, having taken so long to find her, and having left her alone that night. “what?” she asked, “I never told you about my dreams…”

Aemond flinched sightly, realising his mistake, and Cassandra herself took on an angry expression, “how do you know of those dreams Prince Aemond?” she asked, moving herself closer to Aemond and Aemma, as if to protect her.

“i- she is to be my wife, I only took a concern when the guards said she would often wake screaming.” He said, trying to sound nonchalant.

“but that still-“ Aemma started, slowly removing her hands from Aemond.

“don’t concern yourself too much Aemma I simply stood guard to ensure you did not try to harm yourself.”

Aemma flinched, Aemond cant know about that, no one does. Not even her maids. She had always kept her arms covered, he cant know.

Her eyes betrayed her, showing a scared expression, an expression both Aemond and Cassandra took to be scared about hurting herself.

“I – I” she stuttered, “I don’t know what you-“

“don’t worry Aemma, nothing bad happened, and your brothers wont get anywhere near you” Aemond spoke.

Aemma nodded, trying to mask her own fear of Aemond potentially knowing her secret to make it look like she feared her brothers.

Her parents were set to arrive on the morrow, and All Aemma could do was twist and turn. Dreams had been plaguing her. Ever since the black cells she has been getting premonitions, dreams of what was to come, dreams that have come true.

She supposed she was lucky, Helenas dreams caused her to speak in riddles, some even called her mad. When in truth Aemma was the one who was mad. She scratched and bleed as she dreamed, tearing at the skin on her arm. Her hands felt like they were soaked in blood, her nails turned red, as she scratched and teared. She dreamt of herself, she was married with children, but one was dead. She killed him. She must have, blood was on her hands, on her dress her face. Her other children cowered in the corner, flinching away from her.

“a son for a son!” she woke up gasping, the words ringing in her head.

Her bed sheets were stained in her blood, her arms scarred. The wounds from her last dream only just having healed.

She couldn’t help it, it was if her only escaped from her dreams was to harm herself. Perhaps it had been the three years of isolation she had felt so alone, where the dreams controlled her. She would send days and days tuck in the loop. Until one day her mother wrote to her of needing alliances and how her and Alicent had chosen her ladies. Her ladies had saved her, Cassandra specifically. She would wake her up, help her dress, and for once Aemma had a reason to escape her dreams. But then Aemond’s neglect and ignorance of her had turned cruel, calling her “my lady strong”, a name he had only just stopped calling her.

But something haunted her as she paced around her chambers, Aemond’s torment had put a stop to her dreams, the dreams were there was no dancing dragons, or no blood-soaked hands and gowns. Instead the dreams were of dragon snapping dragons neck, storm soaked nights and screams. And then since this week her nightmares have been full of crying, begging and blood. And now this.

It seemed no matter what her life would be full of tears and screams, and death.

“Aemma.” Cassandra said, walking into her chambers, alongside the rest of her ladies, Cerci Lannister, Cerelle Costayne, Margaret Fossway and Rosia Tyrell.

She had not slept since being awoken from her dreams, she had bathed and dressed, applied ointment to her scares, and had proceeded to pace her rooms nonstop.

She was worried, her mother would be here soon, and she had no ideas what she would be like.

She knew nothing of her, and she feared her mother may no longer love her. And well she was nervous about her wedding, and the wedding night. Aemond and Alicent had told her about it in the past week, and she was scared. And she just needed her Muna.

“how are you feeling?” Cersi asked.

“I am nervous” she admitted.

“of course, you will be wed on the morrow, you are bound to be nervous” Margaret added.

“well i-“

“but think, you will get to marry someone who loves you!” Rosia gushed.

“yes you are so lucky!” Cerelle complained, she had received news yesterday of her father engaging her to some man who had been married twice before and she had never met.

“oh Cerelle, he’s old hell probably die before you can wed.” Aemma said nonchalantly, and Cassandra laughed as she watched Aemma gasp at her own words. “sorry, just today the first time I will see my mother and brothers in years. I’m nervous”

Cassandra grabbed her hand, caressing home gently, “it’ll be okay, I’m sure.” She then looked to Cerelle “ and Aemma’s right, he’s what eight and seventy, he could croak at nay moment!” they all laughed, and for the first time that day Aemma’s mind was finally taken of what was to come.

She stood in the courtyard wating for their arrival, alongside her stood alone, Alicent having to have leave only moments ago to take care of something. She had done all her wedding planning with Alicent, she had comforted her when she cried over her mothers lack of care over her wedding, and visiting her despite her countless letters over the years. But Alicent seemed nervous, as if she was waiting for something or scared of something, and even more so when she had to leave.

After a few moments a carriage finally arrived in the courtyard, and her mother was the first to step out.

She wanted to run to her, to hug her and tell her how she had missed her. But her dream, it rang in her head.

“A son for a son” that all she could hear, and a voice in her head told her it was her mother’s fault, that her mother would force her to kill her son. She didn’t want to think it, but her mothers face, her blood soaked hands and a headless child was all she could see.

She made her way slowly walking down the steps the greet them.

“muña, lēkia” she greeted, a smile gracing her face. “welcome home”

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snowprincesa1 · 1 year ago

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{A Fool of A Brother (2/2)}

//Grown!Daemon x Grown!F!Arryn!Reader//

Summary: Daemon just cannot bring himself to let you go

[Trigger warnings‼️ contains NSFW and Daemon]

Daemon insisted that your presence was necessary in kingslanding, stating that it would be good for the Queen’s health.

“It would be excellent for her marriage prospects as well” Daemon said to king Viserys in the comfort of his bedchamber where he sculpted listening to his brother trying to convince him to keep you in the red keep them send you back.

“Daemon, Do you like the girl?” He asked aiming straight for the head. Daemon stayed quiet not knowing what to say or admit

“No. She’s far too different from me, we clash at every corner” he sighed. He later said it would be best to keep you by the queen’s side instead of rotting in the Vale with the painfully dry Vale men. Daemon had somehow managed to stall his marriage to Rhea Royce for even longer keeping the ‘bronze bitch’ in the vale single and unwed.

Daemon had grown much more taller whereas you remained the same height, he grew from a lean teenager to a muscled prince, now when Daemon takes you on walks with your hand resting on his arm you swear you feel muscle and it sends a shameful shiver of lust down your spine. Were you so easily swayed by a man who was both lean and had some muscle? You shook away thoughts of him. You remained relatively the same, gaining more of a womanly figure if anything. You still wore a light veil over the back of your hair with a jewelled headband at the front. You grew quite popular amongst the lords and ladies being unwed you had many eyes on you. You spent your days reading, praying, embroidering and talking with the ladies and being in the company of your sister. The red keep felt like home.

You were praying in a Sept finding a minute of peace when you heard familiar foot steps, you didn’t have to look back to tell who it is “Daemon, go away” You said your hands still clasped together as you tried to concentrate on your prayer. “Are you praying again?” He asked, Was it not obvious? You opened your eyes to send him a glare to which he responded with a cheeky smile. Her sat beside you watching you pray “are you done now?” He asked impatiently. You couldn’t pray with daemon breathing down your neck.

“What is it?” You snapped in irritation, Daemon remained unphased. “I have something for you” you groaned in response “If it is a toad again I will kill you”

“Threatening to murder the commander of the city watch and the prince of the seven kingdoms. You could never change” He smirked “You’re like a tree forever stuck in one spot until someone uproots you”

“If i am not mistaken a tree symbolises qualities like wisdom and stability” You retorted

“None of which you have” he quickly added before smiling smugly “turn around for me” He instructed. You hesitantly turned your back to him when you heard the sound of metal and suddenly felt cold steel at the base of your neck. “Valyrian steel” you gasped looking at the necklace “where did you get this—“

“I had it made for you. I cannot bear to see your neck so bare” he sighed dramatically. Oh yes, another aspect of daemon which came unexpectedly was his protectiveness over you. If your wore anything revealing he would keep an eye out for the lords, the guards, everyone! “You are the pervert, Daemon” You would laugh. He would accompany you everywhere if possible much to your annoyance. If you headed out? He would send his finest guard’s or accompany you himself to the seamstress,,, he said it was his duty as he was the one who took you from the sulking weather of the Vale, which you so happened to miss fondly.

You stayed in kingslanding for about six whole years, now a woman of twenty two and you somehow missed the Vale like a child, you missed your half brother Elys and the rest of your friends there. Your sister Aemma was going through hell losing babies over and over and giving birth to stillborns. You begged Viserys to let Aemma be but he said having a male heir is the duty of the king. Rhaenyra was growing up nicely, she being absolutely fond of you. The hand’s daughter Alicent visited the red keep as well, the two girls often following your trail and copying your mannerisms. Especially Alicent, who was also a devout follower of the faith.

Daemon was..Daemon, he carried out his commander duties brutally maiming almost half the city in a span of single night. Of course it was only the ones deserving of punishment who were tortured, Daemon had single-handedly lessened the crimes in Kings landing. He preferred to spend his night sleeping around with whores in the streets of silk. Daemon’s taste was peculiar, before he had met you he always preferred women with silver Valyrian hair. One night he saw a consort who had the same colour of your hair, not quite the same texture but the thought of you as bare as her sent blood rushing to his lower half. He shamelessly ended up fucking the woman from the back imagining your moans and cries instead of hers. He came with your name on his lips. It wasn’t the same, he wanted to know what you felt like, whether you would be a brat or submissive. Mysaria ended up dying her hair the same colour as yours for Daemon but nothing worked she could never get the prince to look away from you.

Daemon tried so hard to seduce you. His failed attempts were pitiful, you were dead set on following the proper traditions that is sharing a bed with a husband. Daemon could not understand how you managed to push him away? When thoughts of you had stayed in his mind throughout all his days and it was driving him mad. For some reason one day he ended up ‘hugging’ you from behind, in all honesty it was a tackle to annoy you. His head buried in your neck as he tried to keep you still and stop you from whatever the hell you were doing. The scent of you was too much for him, too sweet, now he knew what you smelt like upclose and he wanted more. The prince practically rushed out of the room to deal with his growing ‘problem’ that would keep him occupied for the rest of the day. Your relationship with Daemon was weird, you fought like cats and dogs but yet there’s no one else you would rather spend your time with. Hell you even missed him when he went away. Whenever Viserys was mad at Daemon you would put in a word and calm him down, it was very odd how soft you had grown for Daemon. And Aemma and viserys were not blind to it. Daemon would attend dinners you did and sit by your side, ‘accidentally’ grazing your hands reaching for a dish or passing you the wine. It was driving you insane, these little touches his rough hand gently touching yours, you were not blind to how handsome he had grown. The Gods would have to forgive you for lusting over a betrothed man.

The temptation Daemon posed over you, like a hanging fruit in sight but out of reach for you. He was doing it on purpose you knew, you weren’t daft but God did it work. You started growing jealous about the fact that Daemon spent his nights in brothels, complaining about how it wasn’t right and princely but deep down you were just bitter with jealousy.

Daemon always believed that he was immune to jealousy delusional but that was proved wrong for Rhaenyra’s seventh name day. It was decided that a tourney be held for the Realm’s Delight. Rhaenyra was a mischievous one, often teasing her uncle with you regardless of the lords and ladies in her presence and that set off even more rumours about the two of you, but no one dare say anything to you fearing the rage of Daemon and Caraxes.

You knew daemon was to participate for the tourney so you didn’t bother searching for him in the morning. He was undoubtedly practicing and you didn’t want to disturb him. You were to sit next to your sister Aemma but you suddenly saw a familiar face from the Vale, lords of the Vale had come to participate and bet on the winners. You looked at your sister in delight, it was she who planned this for you because she knew how much you had missed the Vale. You took your seat next to a minor Vale lord talking to him and catching up on all that had happened.

Daemon was watching from the stands as the squire put on his night black Targaryen armour. He looked to see you looking so beautiful in a light purple gown, looking so radiant in the sunlight and then he saw the disgusting man next to you and he saw red. Rhaenyra didn’t help either, she was visibly mocking Daemon motioning kissing signs between you and the lord enraging him even more. He knew you were unwed, he hoped you would not fall for some unknown lord of the Vale.

“You should come back to the Vale, you have spent far too much time here in kingslanding” your friend Gerald said

“I suppose that is true..almost seven years” you muttered “but I’ve been happy” you said looking at Daemon who was getting on his horse.

“You are a maiden of twenty two and still unwed, you should start living for yourself instead of just tending to the Royal family, I’m not saying it’s necessary to marry to be happy..but think of the long run” he said, Gerald cared for you and did not wish for you to be a spinster.

“I know Gerald” you sighed

“You have been waiting for him..but he is betrothed, to another” he said “come back to the Vale perhaps then you could come back to your senses” he said.

“What— prince Daemon? For the last time there is absolutely nothing going on—”

“That I know, and that is the problem. He’s not yours and you’re here all doe eyed waiting for him” you felt all the fire in your soul dampen at his words, the hopes and delusions you had been clinging onto desperately being pulled from beneath you “I did not mean to upset you”

“I’m not upset” you said blinking away tears. Perhaps Gerald was right..you certainly didn’t want him to be. You missed the Vale, a quick trip wouldn’t hurt. It would be rid of Daemon and you can think for yourself and come to your senses just like Gerald said.

“Gerald can I ask you for a favour?” You asked leaning in to tell him something to which he willingly agreed to.

Rhaenyra yelled something in high Valyrian mocking Daemon that made ser Harold have to gently escort her away from the stands. Away from the already fuming prince. What were you saying to that lord? He was upset with the lord and he was upset with you. He decided to get revenge he knew you would expect him to ask you for your favour like he did in the other tourneys but he decided to play with you a little. When riding his horse his lance stopped before you almost as though asking you for your favour, you were about to stand to give him it— when he suddenly tilted the lance towards another woman. The woman blushing gave him her favour willingly. Daemon’s looked at you smirking all the while as he felt as though he had the upper hand. Your face was a mixture of shock and jealousy.

Gerald leaned in “I told you” he said before your face completely fell in sadness. You looked away from daemon. Daemon should have relished seeing you upset like he did at that moment, but instead it tore him up in the inside. It was too late now, he would have to apologise for this he knew. Lord Gerald spent the rest of the tourney cheering you up and you even ended up giving your favour to a lord from the Vale itself, but of course he was upstaged by daemon’s battle skill. Daemon felt like he had lost seeing as to how you ignored him. When the tourney ended Daemon had won. He raised his lance in the air listening to the claps of the audience. He turned to look at you but saw that your seat was empty. You were now sitting back next to your sister telling her something, Aemma looked upset but seemed to agree nonetheless. The feast would be a perfect opportunity to try and make up for what he’d done, perhaps he could kiss your hurt better, he fantasised for himself as the squire took off his armour. How would your lips feel on his?. God forbid he sees you with that lord, he’d probably pull you away there and then and take you somewhere more private where just the two of you could spend time..but then again you’d never allow it. Daemon was surprisingly introverted, only ever trusting a few of his guards and his family and never bothered to converse with anyone else. You on the other hand though reserved, loved making conversation and talking to all the people. He thought more about you, a part of him felt smug over the fact that you were upset that he didn’t ask for your favour. Perhaps instead of apologising…he should tease you. Yes that would be much more preferable.

Daemon arrived late to the banquet, nothing unusual making his way into the hall stealing the attention from Viserys as usual. Rhaenyra was busy eating the lemon cakes, Daemon looked around he didn’t see you— anywhere for that matter? Were you so upset you were crying in your bedchambers? He should go see you and kiss your tears away if you let him of course.

He didn’t want to ask Viserys where you were, as the king already had doubts that he bore affections for you and he wanted to avoid providing his older brother more information on how he feels for you. Daemon slid his way to the dessert section where little Rhaenyra was, Rhaenyra looked up at her uncle with a smirk.

“Where is she?” He asked folding his arms

“With lord Gerar- Gerarld” she completely destroyed his name as she put a spoonful of cake in her mouth. Daemon couldn’t believe what this had come to, getting teased and mocked by his niece. He sends her a glare before taking the plate from little Rhaenyra as his pitiful sort of revenge. “That’s mine!” Rhaenyra yelled as he walked away.

He looked around to see Aemma and Viserys give him a look for taking a plate of cake from their seven year old daughter. She deserved it, he thought. He took a piece of cake eating it as he walked to his brother.

“Where’s the lady Arryn, she’s late” he said “I think you should let me discipline her for her tardiness..it’s unfitting for a lady like her” he said pulling a chair next to the married couple who he third wheeled. The Gods, Viserys and Aemma just wanted him to marry and go away at this point.

“Lady Arryn? I have no idea” Viserys said “and no you will assort no punishment of any sort” he said

Daemon looked to Queen Aemma who averted her gaze somewhere else “you know something regarding this, my queen?” He asked leaning on the table to intimidate her and get a response

“Don’t bother my wife..” Viserys sighed smoothening his scrunched up forehead.

“Does nobody in this fucking hall know where she is?!” He yelled causing the lords and ladies to look at his outburst. “Excuse me brother” he said leaving the banquet hall. He stormed out essentially. He was going to march up in your room but for some reason he had a bad feeling in his gut..why were you late? You were never late? The headache you caused him. He pushed open your bedchamber doors wide.

“You! Where have you been!” He asked “you didn’t congratulate me on my win or tend to me when I fell off my horse” he scolded you “what are you doing?” He asked with wide eyes, bags, packed bags. Your room was being emptied. “What is all this?” A handmaiden entered the room to take another bag wherever.

“I’m leaving Daemon” you said “is it not obvious?”

“No. No I will not allow it”

“I do not need YOUR PERMISSION and it’s already decided”

“What of your sister? What if she becomes with child again? She would need you by her side?”

“Daemon— she has maesters and—”

“What of Rhaenyra? The girl looks up to you! And you are just leaving like that!” Daemon sighed exasperated waking closer to you but still a distance apart

“I’m going to the Vale. I’m going home. You would not understand because you’ve lived here all your life! I miss home. I cannot be here any longer” Lie. You were running away because you could no longer wait around hoping that one day Daemon might cancel his betrothal and somehow marry you instead. Stupid dreams and fantasies.

‘Your home is here with us, with me’ is what Daemon wanted to say “you want to go to the Vale? Let us go on Caraxes!” He yelled

“I don’t want to!”

Daemon’s anger morphed into realisation.

“You don’t want to be around me” he said chuckling why else would you reject his excellent idea, who would give up a ride on a dragon? “Have I bothered you to the point you have to run away from me? When have you been such a craven!”

“Why shouldn’t I go!”

“I just told you the reasons!” Daemon yelled back “your sister! The queen! Your niece! Viserys!” His name being stuck at the back of his throat “maybe even me” he finally choked out as his hand went to reach for the valyrian necklace encircled around your neck. “You cannot even get rid of me entirely, you still wear my necklace like a collar”

“Maybe is not enough for me to stay!”

“Very well then, you want a reason to stay?” He asked now towering over your figure his nose almost touching yours “let me give you one”

He tilted your head upwards giving you a breath stealing kiss, his arms wrapping around your body holding you close to him. You kissed back with all the anger all the love you feel. “I cannot let you leave” he said in between kisses, the two of you barely parting for air. Daemon pushed you towards the bed “you and your stupid morals” he insulted kissing you deeply “you and your stubbornness” he said pressing his face in the crook of your neck. “You never know what’s best for you” his hands grabbing a hold of your thighs slapping the fat of it.

“And what is best for me?” You asked looking at him

“Staying here with me” he said his hand thumb sliding into your mouth your soft lips wrapping around his thick finger “suck” he ordered before switching his thumb for his index and ring finger. His fingers gagged you shutting you up, your mouth drooling from the intrusion. “I suppose a holy maiden such as yourself has never experienced pleasure? Tell me have you ever touched yourself?” You refused to answer the question “I suppose that is a no” Daemon smirked “Do you know what that means?” he asked pushing his hand under your skirts. You shook your head anticipating his next action

“It means that will be the first and last person to touch you here” he said his thumb pressing at your weeping entrance, your cunt clenching around nothing begging for more of his touch. His fingers spread the wetness around teasingly almost entering you making you gasp “Take off your gown for me and make it slow” he ordered taking his hand away from your needy parts. With shaky legs you stood unclasping your light purple gown letting it drop to the floor. Your mind filled with lust, what was one time? One time with the man you loved? Surely the Gods can find it in themselves to forgive you for your wanton nature.

“I said take it all off” he said motioning for you to take off your last small clothes leaving you bare and exposed in your bedchambers. The only thing that rested on your neck was the necklace he gifted you. Daemon rested on the bed with his legs spread his eyes looked at every part of you. Your neck, your chest, your tits, your ass, your legs, your cunny. It send jolts of pleasure down his body his dick hardened and a bulge forming in his breeches “Gevie” he muttered, this was better than what he had imagined. His hand reached out for you pulling you by the hips as he placed kisses on every part of your body in sight. He made sit on the bed, making you spread your legs for him showing him your leaking cunny. Before you knew it his hands were wrapped around your thighs and his head in your centre licking a strike of your entire cunt with his tongue. You tried to push yourself away at the foreign sensation but Daemon wasn’t having it. His hands preventing you from going any further away from him. He sucked on your clit watching you squirm and arch your back “Daemon” you moaned. You were in literal heaven. Why had you denied yourself of such pleasure. Daemon licked, sucked and kissed your cunt making you come twice on his tongue, your legs were shaking around his head as you begged saying you couldn’t any more. Daemon licked up all of your release before he pushed a finger inside your cunny, you gasped at the stretch, seeing you were adjusting to the feeling he added another finger, telling you to relax and enjoy the feel his tongue went back to work licking your poor little overstimulated pearl over and over your hole clenched tightly around his fingers he knew you were going to come again, his movements were fast and hard making you roll your eyes at the back of your head as you came hard all over his fingers. The bed soaked with your juices. Daemon’s face wet, he wore a devilish grin on his face. He climbed onto the bed pulling off his benches to show his recent thick length. Hell would that even fit inside you?

“Lie on your back” He ordered and you followed obediently Daemon hovered over you, you finally got what you wanted the sinful proximity between the two of you. His hands intertwined with yours as he distracted you by kissing your lips passionately. You felt him enter, he was so much bigger and he pushed himself in slowly “breathe, my love” he said before pinching your tits hard causing you to gasp. He slid in fully. You couldn’t keep your eyes open, your arms still being held by daemon who now pinned them over your head. The stretch of his full cock in your walls, breaking your maidenhead he let you experience the burn, the pain, the pleasure all together. Daemon let out a moan as he felt you clench around him tightly. This was what he always dreamt about. What he always wanted. You.

Daemon had been patient enough, his slow and firm thrusts quickening. Every thrust hammering your insides as your tits bounced, Daemon was enchanted. He help your hips tightly pounding into you even reaching further, making your back arch and you begged Daemon to let you touch him. Daemon, Daemon, Daemon. The only thoughts that ran in your head as he kissed you his tongue finding it’s way into your mouth as he pounded into you. He let out little moans as he pressed his forehead against yours. As he made love to you. The moment he saw your jaw go slack, he knew you were close. He kept his rhythm steady feeling your orgasm release all over him and the sheets. He left you whimpering underwing him from the overstimulation “good girl” he said plopping on the bed his cock still erect and heavy “can you ride a dragon?” He said leaning on the headboard. You wanted to please him nodding as you straddled his hips pressing the head of his cock into your entrance as you lowered yourself onto him. The position made your toes curl, the way you sunk onto him and lifted yourself over and over. Daemon couldn’t help but watch how your slick pussy gushed all over his cock. His moans increased as he felt his eyebrows press together, he held your hips tightly thrusting harshly into you, it was too much for Daemon, he could no longer hold back he released his hot seed in the walls of your tight cunny, your cum from your fifth orgasm oozed out. White sticky fluids from your puffy folds. Daemon had seen no better art piece, you would be a muse for any artist.

You lay on top of daemon who stroked the back of your hair “you were perfect. You are perfect.” he smiled his dimples showing. You were breathless, tired, exhausted passing into unconsciousness. Daemon chuckled wrapping his arms around you. You were his. And he was going to go to hell and back if he was denied you.

Daemon had ordered for all your clothes to be moved into his bedchamber, he told lord Gerald that you had no intention to leave kingslanding as you were to marry him. The whispers between the servants reached the ears of Viserys thanks to his hand Otto Hightower.

“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING DAEMON!” He yelled at his younger brother who was making arrangements for you in his room “you have dishonoured her! And you take no effort to even hide the fact!”

“I have every intention to wed her, brother” Daemon said rolling his eyes at the king.

“you are betrothed to ANOTHER” Viserys’ blood boiled. How could he have done such a thing to his own family to you! When he knew damn well he was meant to wed another.

“Another who is not of my choosing!” Daemon said to his brother losing his patience.

“The marriage pact with Rhea was settled years ago! We cannot go against our word” he argued

“You are the king, the blood of the dragon runs in you. You do not need anyone’s permission! Your word is the law, the truth”

“Daemon, I have spent a life time defending you! But your heart is even blacker than I thought”

“Wed her to me..I want to marry Lady Arryn”

“You think I don’t know that, you fool?! But you have wronged lady Rhea! Kept her waiting for years!”

“I have bedded her already brother. It is done. It is decided” Daemon said

Viserys slapped him across the face for his insolent behaviour.

“Tell me brother..” Daemon said holding his cheek pressing on the hurt part of his face. It didn’t hurt at all he just wanted to get some sympathy from Viserys “what of how you wronged y/n” he chuckled “when you passed her over for her younger sister”

“That was different!” He thundered at the accusation thrown by Daemon

“Make it right, wed her to me. I’ll take her as she is and wed her in the tradition of our house. Give me Y/n to take to wife and we will return the house of the dragon to its proper glory” he said almost begging his brother.

It was no secret that Daemon and you had strong chemistry, Viserys and his wife Aemma often joking about making a mistake betrothing Rhea to him instead of you. He supposed he always expected his younger brother to pull this sort of move. And he unfortunately had a very good point, you were passed off for your younger sister which was an insult by itself, being rejected by the king.

“Fine, I will allow this marriage to take place, but just know that it is not for you but instead Lady Arryn” he sighed. “And I don’t want to hear any complaint from now onwards? You will obey my every command henceforth if you are to marry lady Arryn” daemon would definitely do as he pleases, but he nods hugging his brother “you were always weak when it comes to me, brother” he smirked looking at his brother. “Showing empathy is weak now?” Viserys smiled patting Daemon’s shoulders. “Are you sure marriage is what you desire?”

“Marriage matters to me when it is with her..” he smiled “I am serious about her brother.”

“I will talk to the Royce’s and make it up to them somehow” he said “how excited was she when you proposed?”

“Oh I didn’t propose” Viserys wanted to chuck Daemon out of the window. This whole argument when you hadn’t even consented to the marriage “DAEMON!”

“She’s asleep brother. You cannot expect me to disturb her!” Viserys at that moment wanted to put down his crown and run away to Essos. How much more of his brother’s idiocy could he handle? Well anyways he’s your problem now.

Needless to say the marriage took place swiftly thanks to Daemon’s groomzilla tendencies. The man wanted the wedding to be private between only the families. You were more than happy to comply. Daemon and you still didn’t cease your nonsensical arguments, now finding new ways of letting out that anger and love in bed together.

Daemon wasn’t a perfect husband, he was irrational, emotional, pessimistic, but he stayed the loyalest of all the husbands in Westeros stopping all his trips to the streets of silk rather spending them with you, the woman he loved so dearly. With each passing year Daemon grew even more mature with the birth of your first child a baby girl who you both named Baela who inherited that fire and passion of your husband who was also spoiled rotten by him with gifts.

Daemon proved to be the best husband you could have ever asked. You would always remember to tell him that when he took you for rides on his dragon Caraxes and whispered sweet promises to you. You had no doubt about it, marrying him was the best decision he had ever made for you. You knew he would put his life on the line for you or Baela if need be, he was your fiercest protector.

“Did I ever mention I love you?” You asked looking to your husband as you both flew on Caraxes. Daemon knew you often felt like you under appreciated him when you really did love him.

“More times than I can count” he chuckled kissing your cheek

“Perhaps I should stop then, I can’t have you growing indifferent to my love”

“If you do anything of the sort, just know that I cannot promise you that I will not exact revenge” he smiled kissing the top of your head.

“And what revenge would you take against me, your wife?” You asked smiling back

“I will teach Baela cuss words” he said smirking triumphantly.

“DAEMON DON’T YOU DARE!”

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starogeorgina · 1 year ago

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Violent delights

Warnings: Swearing, smut

Pairings: Jacaerys Velaryon x oc

1.04

Your mother stares at her eldest son with admiration; she respected him for his proposal to protect his family, but she could sense your hesitation. “Jacaerys...,” she sighs, “my kindhearted boy, that is the most honorable of proposals, but—”

“A genius idea,” Daemon states, cutting your mother off before she can continue. “Aemma will be a Velaryon, thus protected from the greens.”

A heaviness builds in your chest as you listen to your mother and Daemon discuss the political benefits that would come from you marrying Jacaerys. Watching your mother cradle her growing bump highlighted the disadvantages. You’d never be able to give him a male heir or possibly any children of his own.

“I’m not suggesting this as a political arrangement,” Jace states. Your mother's eyes widen at her son’s words, and she looks up at Daemon, who’s grinning. He didn’t seem surprised by your brother's idea. “You're proof that marrying for love works.” Jace looks over to you, his dark eyes full of fear. “Lyarra?”

Struggling to find your voice, you look between the three of them, knowing that none of them wants to hear what you have to say. You loved your older brother far too much to let him marry you for the sake of honor; he deserves better. Tears start to build behind your eyes at the same time Aemma begins to scream, “I need to tend to Aemma; excuse me.”

You practically run out of the room, not looking back as your name is called.

The moment the door to your bedchamber is closed, you begin to sob, your stream of tears matching your daughters. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” you say, softly kissing the side of her head. “It will all be okay, I promise.”

Reluctantly, you call for a wet nurse; not being able to feed Aemma yourself plagues you with guilt. When the wet nurse arrived, you handed Aemma to her and excused yourself. You go and stand on a small balcony just off your room, watching the waves crash below, not caring about your skin and clothes getting soaked.

You close your eyes, hearing footsteps closing in from behind. You just needed a few more seconds to clear your head before you were no doubt ambushed about how rude you were to leave so abruptly, but to your surprise, nobody speaks. You can feel their body heat rubbing off on you when a large cloak is draped over your shoulders, then the hood is pulled down to cover your face.

“I didn’t mean to upset you.”

You open your eyes and look into the bloodshot eyes of your brothers; it hurts to see him looking so hurt by your own actions. “You didn’t. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to run off like that, but I was just so overwhelmed.”

“Please don’t apologize or explain; it’s my fault. I put you on the spot, which I shouldn’t have done; I should have asked you privately.”

You cup the side of his face and say, “My sweet Jacaerys. I know you want to do everything you can to protect Aemma, and I am wholeheartedly thankful for that.”

He stares at you in disbelief. “You really think that’s the only reason I proposed marriage? Lyarra I was heartbroken when you married Aegon. And not just because he is cruel and vulgar, but because I’d be losing you forever. I’ve loved you since I was a boy, and I don’t ever imagine the day that I don’t. But I will not force you into another marriage.”

You cut him off by crashing your lips against his. Warm tears spill down your cheeks. You pull back from the kiss, rest your forehead against his, and chuckle softly. “I used to dream of marrying you when I was younger. How happy our grandsire would be, what we would name our children... but I stopped believing it was ever possible when Alicent declared I was a match made for Aegon.”

“If this is something we both want, then nothing is standing in our way.”

The sky above you had turned black as the winds picked up and the rainfall became much heavier. It was so dark that you could hardly see Jace standing in front of you, sighing and shaking your head. “I may never be able to give you an heir... After everything that Aegon put me through, the idea of ever laying with a man again... I just don’t know if I can do it. I’m sorry.”

“I will never force you to do something that you don’t want too. All I want is to keep you safe; as for an heir, we already have Aemma.”

Your eyes brim with tears, but this time it’s from happiness. “You mean it? Even though she is no-t”

“Aemma is my blood; I would risk my life protecting her regardless of what happens between us,” he says, clearing his throat. “But I promise you I will love her as my own, the same way Daemon has loved us.”

You kiss him again, but this time it is significantly more tender and sweet. “We should inform them of our decision,” you laugh, “assuming, of course, the proposal is still an option.”

He kisses you on the cheek before wrapping his arm around your shoulder and ushering you inside. You feel as if you are floating as your head spins with everything happening so fast. You just prayed to the gods that this wasn’t a dream you could ever wake up from.

𝘏𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘨𝘢𝘳 / 𝘝𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘪 𝘷ã𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢 / 𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘰

𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘻𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘪 / 𝘌𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢 𝘪ā𝘳𝘻𝘢 𝘴ì𝘳 / 𝘐𝘻𝘶𝘭𝘪 𝘢𝘮𝘱ã 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘻𝘪 /

𝘗𝘳ü𝘮𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘴ē𝘵𝘦𝘬𝘴𝘪 / 𝘏𝘦𝘯 𝘫𝘦𝘯𝘺 𝘮ä𝘻𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘯 / 𝘘𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘢

𝘰𝘻û𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪 / 𝘚𝘺𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘰 𝘰ñ𝘰 𝘫ê𝘥𝘰 / 𝘙ÿ 𝘬𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘴𝘪

𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘸𝘰 / 𝘑𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 / 𝘎𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦 / 𝘈𝘯𝘥

𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 / 𝘛𝘸𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 / 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴 / 𝘈 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 / 𝘛𝘩𝘦

𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 / 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 / 𝘖𝘧 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

“Fuck!”

Hearing Jace moan loudly in pleasure caused you to speed up your actions. You were eager to give him the relief he desperately sought. Usually you would enjoy teasing him, but since you rarely got alone time together, you needed to be quick.

“Lyarra, please,” he begs. “Please don’t stop.”

You pumped his member into your hand while Jace continued to lick and suck at your breast. He had seen your body change many times over the past few years, but his lust for you hadn’t changed. It was only seconds after the door to your bedchamber closed that he had you pinned up against the wall, his lips clashing against your own. Craving to touch him, you didn’t bother attempting to undress Jace; you pushed your hand into his waistband and took hold of his already hard cock. At the same time, Jace bit and sucked at your neck before pulling the top of your dress down so he could have better access to your heavy chest.

With a knock at the door, you and Jace jump apart; he quickly shoves himself back into his trousers while you pull the top of your dress back up. Unsure what to expect, you shared a look of concern with him; you’d explicitly asked to be left alone and only interrupted if it was important. You smooth your dress down nervously before opening the door to face one of your mother's handmaids.

She bows, “Forgive the intrusion; Princess Rhaenyra has urgently requested both your presence.”

Jacaerys thanks her before taking your hand, and quickly you head in the direction of the chambers your mother was in. Silently, you prayed it wasn’t anything too serious. Both you and your mother were pregnant again and stressful situations was the last thing you needed.

—

“Absolutely not!” Your husband clenches his fists and says, “You cannot go to King's Landing. I will not have you relive the hell you went through.”

You glance at your daughter, who happily snuggles into what looks like an old rag, holding it close to her face as she sleeps in your bed, unfazed by her father's loud voice. Jacaerys has always been hot-tempered but usually manages to maintain his composure; however, he was being pushed to the edge. His brown eyes are full of guilt and shame when he looks down at his daughter.

Lord Corlys' eldest nephew, Vaemond, insisted he should be Corlys' chosen successor, claiming your three eldest brothers were bastards and your mother was guilty of committing adultery. To keep Lucerys as the rightful heir of Driftmark, your family would need to travel to the keep and fight for his claim.

“We will be fine, my love, Alicent-”

“She is cruel; she will do anything she can to further the claim that me, Luke, and Joffrey are bastards,” he says quietly. “I will do anything to protect our brother, but I’m not putting you at risk at the same time.”

You could tell he was holding something back as he pulled on the threads of the soft gray fur hanging on the bottom of the bed. “Things will be different this time; I won’t be alone.”

“What if Aegon sees Aemma and…”

“And?” You cup his face gently and say, “You’re her father, Jace. You’re the one who raised her, and she loves you as her father. No matter what anyone says, that will never change.” You could see the doubt in his eyes. “They wouldn’t dare say or do anything to our sweet little girl; otherwise, they would have the whole of house Velaryon to deal with. Not to mention Daemon; he would bring fire and blood if they ever hurt his children or grandchildren.”

“I suppose you are right.” Looking defeated, he sits on the chair by the foot of the bed and sighs, “If my legitimacy is put into question, then so is our children’s.”

The gods had been kind since your marriage to Jacaerys, blessing you with both healthy male and female heirs. After a year of marriage, you finally felt ready to lay with your husband, and not long after, your second daughter was born. You named her Rhaenys after your grandmother on your father's side. Less than two years later, you give birth to twin sons, Avery and Aethan. All of them shared your Targaryen features; however, you secretly hoped the next one looked like Jace. “Then we will remind them that we are part Targaryen, and the blood of the dragon runs thick through our veins and our children’s. We need to do this; we need to go and show a united front for our family. For Lucerys. I will not allow the greens to treat him the same way they treated me.”

“Your bravery never fails to amaze me,” he says, kissing the back of your hand. For the first few months of your second pregnancy, Jacaerys often found you kneeling, eyes closed, hands pressed together, while you prayed for your babe to be healthy. It was then that he truly understood how terrifying living in the keep and going through each pregnancy alone must have been. Ever since he took every opportunity to remind you of that, He lets out a soft chuckle. “Do you think our dragons will be restless without us near?”

“We shall bring them with us. I will fly on Viserion and you on Vermax to the keep; our children can either fly with us or go in the carriage with our mother and Daemon.”

A little more content Jacaerys nods in agreement before he starts to get ready for bed. You force a smile, afraid to admit how truly scared you are to return to the keep.

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jacespookiebear · 2 years ago

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ೃ࿐ 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡: 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 5

summary : you are the youngest daughter of Viserys I Targaryen and Aemma Arryn. Outlived your mother and your older twin brother, Baelon, in childbirth. You were titled as (Y/n) “The Undying” Targaryen.

pairing : jacaerys velaryon x targaryen!reader

warnings : incest, tension, sexual content, age gap (reader is about 3-4 years older), jace is about a year older in this fic, misogyny, self-harm, violence, angst, teen pregnancy, birth, meraxes is alive and thriving with vhagar :D

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“Hush now, Princess,” Lysanna tried her best to console you as you kept spurting tears. You blew into the tissue she gave you. “You were only frustrated..” you were all back on Dragonstone from Driftmark, except for the Ser Laenor, who was murdered, in his own home and in his father’s hall. Not only were your nephews grieving over their father’s death but you all had just came back from the wedding ceremony of Daemon and Rhaenyra. The Old Valyria wedding put all kind of emotions on the children’s faces, especially Daemon’s daughters. You and Lysanna certainly had no clue on what to feel. But you weren’t crying about that, it has been over a few weeks since you told your step-mother a heavy lie, it had you refuse to even look or speak to your nephew, Jace, ever since.

“And what of my nephew?!” you lifted your head to face Lysanna, who frowned and could not speak another word. “He will forever curse me once he finds out! He will hate me..” you continued to sob and sneeze into the tissue. Rhaenyra was there, hearing of it all. She wasn’t mad at all, no, she was quite contented! But had worried for you, of course.

Though, she had thought it was wrongful to put yourself and her family in a bad position with Alicent. Daemon thought you were fussing over nothing. Honestly, the couple wouldn’t mind if you were to be betrothed to the eldest son, your bond with Jace reassured Rhaenyra that it would be a marriage of eternal happiness and love. “Sister, stop your cries. I had no idea you had thought of Jace as a potential suitor.” She lightly chuckled. You scoffed at her comment, but said nothing . The corners of her lips lifted and her eyes glint with wonder, “Jace would never hate you. In fact, I believe this is what he always wanted.”

You got up from your chair to circle around your lady-in-waiting and your sister, clearly getting ready to rant some more. “You don’t understand!” you choked on your tears and gave yourself another break to breathe, like what Lysanna told you to. “I said a lie..a lie that is utterly unacceptable! Jacaerys said it himself—if he was to be betrothed, it would be out of duty not out of love!” you continued as the two listens, “And I have been ignoring the poor boy..I’m the worst person to have ever lived in the Realm..”

“Stop that nonsense now, Y/n,” Rhaenyra ordered, and suddenly there was a knock on your chamber doors and it began to swing, you quickly ran out of the view and under your bed:

“It must be Jace! I can’t look at him in the eye!”

You heard Rhaenyra groan at the way you hid so quickly, Lysanna laughing at the scene. Jace entered the chambers, with a frantic look on his face.

“Mother,” he muttered, turning to look around the room and once he was done, he frowned at his unsuccess. “have you seen the Princess? I searched the entire castle for her. We have not spoken since..I am worried..” you felt your heart break at his words and tone.

“My darling boy,” Rhaenyra smiled, she and Lysanna exchanged a look to each other before continuing, “I heard she might be in the gardens..but before you go, you must answer me truthfully.“

Jace stared back at his mother and gave a slight nod, wondering what she wanted to ask. He was worried it was a question concerning the Princess, you.

“Are you upset with the Princess?”

The question made Jace blink in confusion. He wondered where did his mother get the impression that he was in distress. But to answer her, he shook his head, “No. Why would I be?” he asked, curiously. Rhaenyra only smiled in return and slightly shrugged her shoulders,

“No reason,” your sister said, “be sure to tell your aunt.” Jace nodded and pardoned himself to leave the chambers, continuing his mission to look for you before having to go back to his studies with your uncle, Daemon. Once he left, you slid out from under your bed and heard Lysanna continue her laughing fit, you gave her a glare in return.

Rhaenyra got up from her seat and had plan to leave but before she could, she turned to look over to you, “You should go to him. Talk to him—he will understand. If you want my truth, I believe Jacaerys would be the perfect suitor for you.”

Your sister gave you a smile before she walked out. You bit your lip in frustration, she was possibly right. Lysanna helped you off the floor, quickly fixing your hair before you excused her to go find the twins and Luke to play in the library like always. After some time of hesitation, you finally walked through the halls of the castle and went outside to the gardens to find your nephew. Finding him was easy as he was near Meraxes, who was laying next to the trees, resting.

Your nephew looked rather stubborn when he couldn’t see you anywhere near your dragon but his face was quickly lit up when you approached him. “Princess!” he ran up to you, Meraxes slightly lifted her head and let out a huff, it was a sign that she missed your presence.

“Forgive me, my Prince,” you fiddled with your sleeves, you gave Jace a neutral smile. He looked confused for why you were apologizing, “These past few days…I have left you in the shadows..”

Jace nodded in agreement but held no ill feelings towards you. He watched as you began to pick at your skin once again and stopped you before your skin could turn red. “You must hate me.”

“I do not,” he answered, “I have missed you.”

“What a sweet reassurance.” You dryly confessed.

“You’re troubled,” Jace noted, curiously. “I wish to help you if only you tell me.” You hesitated to speak once more but Rhaenyra’s words clouded your thoughts and you grew more confident.

You gave your nephew a genuine smile and signaled him to walk with you through the gardens. “I am to be betrothed.” Jace quickly whipped his head to the side to look at you, panic spread all over his face. He did not look happy, not one bit.

“To whom?!”

“Well—many great houses had offered their sons’ to me. Uncle certainly had enjoyment in declining every offer,” you explained, “he says no lord deserves the hand of the Realm’s Beauty.”

Jace, still not convinced, he bore an emotionless expression as you finished speaking. “Are you to marry a Martell?” he asked, you shook your head once again. You were making his head spin, then who were you supposed to marry?

“It is my duty to tell you the truth,” you begun. You let out a deep breath and took Jace’s hands into yours, “I had whispered such lies about us and for that, I am terribly sorry, my sweet nephew,” the anticipation left Jace very impatient and nervous, “I have spoken on your behalf to the Queen…we would be married..” after the long line of silence, certainly you expected a harsh shove and a angered expression but instead he tightened his grip on your hands.

“I will do my best to honor you, my Princess. I am relieved to hear you say those words.”

You shook your head at his words, surely he was only saying those out of duty. You wanted his honest feelings. “Please do not lie. It was my fault, it is not my place to speak wrongfully about you and for that I am terribly sorry.”

Jace grumbled at how you pulled away. “It does not matter,” he says, “I am quite contented to know you want us to be betrothed…are you?”

His question burned into your head, you did not know how to feel or what to say. You are happy to know that your nephew was on your side, that you do not need to marry a high lord from a great house. House Baratheon and House Lannister were amongst them and were rather desperate for your hand, your uncle tells you—from the many letters they sent and offers they bargained to the King. Rhaenyra had liked the decision of offering your hand to the new Warden of the North—Cregan Stark, he was around the same age as you and is a capable fighter. But you were happy enough to know you would marry your nephew, he would make you happy and is a noble boy who has respect and honor unlike your brother, Aegon.

“I am happy.” you insisted, truthfully.

To your answer, Jace looked relieved and sighed happily. He gave you a smile and you both continued to walk together while he began holding onto your hand.

That settles, you thought. You will marry Jacaerys.

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As times have passed, 2 years to be exact, very quickly. You had just turned ten-and-seventh and your betrothed certainly had many plans in mind for his ten-and-fourth nameday that was coming up. Rhaenyra had decided to let the celebrations be held in King’s Landing, to the King’s requests. The halls of where meetings were held, you sat in front of your sister and uncle who had continued making preparations for your wedding. Your betrothed was running late, Lysanna had informed you that he slept late last night.

“I had already requested for an Old Valyrian wedding,” you reminded for the hundredth time. Your uncle, Daemon was all on board for it, you are a Targaryen and you must stick to traditions. “I do not wish to be married under the Seven. I do not believe in the Seven. This is my marriage, remind the Queen of that.”

Rhaenyra tapped on the wooden table, she received word from the Queen that she would like to also be part of the planning of your wedding. She wished for you to have a wedding under the Seven, with all the Great Houses present, but you wanted an Old Valyrian wedding. For years, you planned for your wedding to be held under the great traditions of your house. Rhaenyra was rather frustrated to be in the middle of your quarrel with your step mother but of course, Daemon found it amusing.

Your elder sister let out a tired sigh, she leaned into her seat. Although she sided with you but the Queen had very much insisted on this matter. “I understand, sister. But I have tried to reason with the Queen. I shall talk more on the matter when we arrive to King’s Landing for Jace’s nameday.” as she finished, the doors opened and your lady-in-waiting, Lysanna, arrived with a handful of letters.

“My Princess, I brought the letters that you had asked for,” she announced and you ushered her to come closer. The letters that you had Lysanna prepare to send across to the North, to her brother, the lord of Winterfell. Letting Lord Stark know you were arriving to visit Winterfell after your wedding. You’ve been planning to have a trip in the North for years now and you made sure to also bring Lysanna. She had shown to be grateful to visit her brother after years of being apart.

“Very well, Liz,” you spoke happily, you looked over at the letters with content and they were all beautifully written. Lysanna was known to be very proud of her penmanship, since she had become learning how to write, her main duties were to write all the letters that were to be sent from Dragonstone. “Have a raven send them off. And with our preparations..let us be finished, sister, I shall retrieve to my chambers.” you wished, with a nod from your sister, you had left your seat. As you left, Lysanna stayed behind to talk with Rhaenyra and Daemon about the continued demand letters from House Lannister, it’s been years since Rhaenyra announced your betrothal to Jacaerys Velaryon and yet, House Lannister had still insisted on offering Jason Lannister’s hand.

With each step towards your chambers, you grew more irritated. Irritated towards your step-mother, who wouldn’t take no for answer. You felt yourself grow mad everyday. As though you are in Dragonstone, miles away from King’s Landing, your step-mother still found a way to have a say in every decision you tried to make.

With you occupied in your own thoughts, you suddenly felt large but strong hands wrapped around your torso and pulled you inside in a room— a room that looked to be Jace’s chambers. Letting out a loud gasp, you heard a chuckle. Once you turned, you saw your betrothed. He was dressed in his training attire. Jace had grown so much, he grown to be more taller and bigger. His looks are more defined and mature, no longer possessing those chubby cheeks you had always squished when he was younger. But Jace could say the same about you.

You always were beautiful, but still you had changed, a lot. Your hair grew more longer and fuller. The curls appeared to be tighter with the years that had passed. Certainly he had watched your breasts and hips mature as well, you no longer had the ability to wear the dresses you had owned since you were twelve. Rhaenyra had the seamstress make you a whole closet filled of gowns after your ten-and-fifth nameday. Now you mainly wear blue and purple gowns to honor your betrothed’s house. You had still worn red and black gowns from time to time, though, you missed wearing white. It was a color that suited you better than any color, everyone in the Kingdom would agree.

“Ñuha hūra qēlossās,” Jace cupped your face, with your frustrations still bubbling inside you, you moved away from his touch. Noticing on your behavior, he did not urge to touch you again, wanting to respect you. “my apologies for not arriving at the planning..”

“You said you would make an effort in attending.” you remembered. As much as you loved Jace, you couldn’t help but feel a little unsure in this betrothal. Making your way near his window sill, you could feel Jace’s presence behind you.

He sighed, sitting on the couch that was nearby instead of being right by your side. He wanted you to come to him when you were ready. “Indeed I have..promised...” he knew he screwed up. You were already so tense about the whole wedding and to make it even worse, he couldn’t show up to the preparations.

Silence covered the room, it went by slowly. Jace was impatient, he wanted you to speak. To break the silence. To break the awkward atmosphere in the room. But you continued to look out the window, you watched Meraxes fly freely in the sky, Vermax closely following behind. The two became inseparable year after year, the ill tempered dragon grew more comfortable around the company of the Silver Queen. A small memory clouded your mind, one where you had to apologize profusely to the dragonkeepers who were in charge of Vermax, receiving angry roars and scratches from him whenever forced to be separated from Meraxes. You remembered being so mad at Jace who only laughed at the situation when you explained it to him.

“It appears Vermax shares the same love I have for you, for Meraxes.” Jace had once said to you. The words stuck with you ever since, unsure how to feel or what to say. It was possibly true for a dragon to share the emotions with their dragonrider.

“She wishes for us to be married under the Seven,” you muttered, confessing what is on your mind. Lifted your head to turn to look over at Jace, “who knows what else she wishes..next she will force our children to bear names that are not suitable for Velaryons..”

Jace let out a soft laugh. The thought of your children together— makes him fill with joy, though he does not show it. “I shall agree with her,” furrowed your brows at what he had said. He continued, “our children would be Targaryens.”

“Ñuha vēzos, you are a Velaryon.”

“Not when I ascend the Iron Throne.”

He is right. Once he is crowned King, he will bear the name Targaryen, meaning your children will start bearing the name Targaryen as well. Making you remember that your firstborn would inherit the Iron Throne after Jacaerys and so would their firstborn. Even when time will pass, you still could not wrap your head around those facts,

“If it bothers you, Princess, then we can name them after dragons.” the thought of having your children be named “Balerion” or “Vermithor” made you giggled. Your mind no longer remembering your anger towards Alicent but now you were ecstatic and in a good mood— all because of your future husband.

“Even if you had forgotten about your husbandly duties,” you turned your body away from the window and moved towards Jace, “you were able to help me forget all about my troubles.” you sat on the couch and moved closer to him.

“Thank you.” you whispered into his ear. Jace gently held onto your arms and wrapped them over his shoulders for you. You breathed in his scent as a way to calm your nerves. Perhaps you were wrong. In your eyes, you made the right decision in choosing Jacaerys to be your future husband, the future father to your children.

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I feel like this chapter was a little more shorter than the others😒 I’m sorry about the delays. School is rough!! I was having trouble with how the story should continue but I’m adding more and more plot cus I love this fic so much it’s like my baby right now.

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valaenatargaryensdragon · 1 year ago

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Can we always be this close?

pairing: Fanon!Viserys Targaryen x Female OC

summary: Viserys and Elna's wedding is finally here and so is their wedding night,.

Word count: 2,9K

Warnings: Fluff, smut, fingering, cunnilingus, P in V, hand job

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To say Elna was nervous was an understatement, she was terrified, she was shaking from head to toes. The high septon had married her to the king less than an hour ago, the kiss they shared will forever be engraved in her mind, his lips were very soft and welcoming, the hand he rested on her cheek was gentle and careful, the only thing that snapped them away from each other was the cheering of the crowd.

Now she was sat be his side during the feast he threw in the honour of their marriage. She felt like she was awaiting a dragon to breath its fire on her as she waited the words she dreaded, "Time for the bedding ceremony", someone was going to utter those words loudly for the whole room to hear.

She was awaiting her privacy to be violated as the council men watched the king consummate their marriage. Her septa had informed her before hand what entailed into the bedding ceremony and what her duty to her lord husband was whoever he was. She married a king. she needed to give him heirs, one was simply not enough.

When Rhaenyra crossed her mind Elna's eyes snapped up from her hand to search for the princess, the heir to the iron throne. She was dancing with her friend Alicent Hightower, both girls had huge smiles on their faces as they circled one another clapping with the other dancers along to the beat of the music, at least someone was happy and relaxed. Elna was very happy with the match so far but that did not ease her nerves. She barely knew the king but from what she has seen he was a nice man.

"My love" Her heart dropped for a second from fright when a warm hand engulfed her own. Her eyes snapped to Viserys sat by her side with a slight frown on his face.

"Yes, my king" She took a deep breath to calm her beating heart. Viserys squeezed her hand comfortingly, seeing the worry in her eyes.

"You seem unhappy, are you alright?" Viserys' eyes held worry in them. Elna smiled softly, it was a relief that he cared somewhat for her, unlike many men she knew.

"I am very happy my king, simply nervous" She answered truthfully. Viserys pulled up her hand to place a small kiss to her knuckles. Elna's face heated up at his action. Her other hand unconsciously began tapping on the table as the minutes ticked by. Viserys reached over and took her other hand and also placed a kiss to her knuckles.

"There is nothing to be nervous about" Viserys said, trying to calm the poor girl down, he could only imagine the horrors they had told her. He remembered Aemma telling him how her septa told her to "Lay on her belly and take the pain like a big girl until he spilled inside of her", he was mortified.

"I will take good care of you, sweet wolf" Elna wanted to believe him, she truly did but the stories the ladies of the court shared with her held her back from doing so. She gave him a weak smile before her eyes roamed around the room again, watching.

Lords drank, saluting one another loudly as the literally smashed their cups together spilling the expensive wine Viserys had imported from Dorne for this occasion, laughing loudly. The lords of the north were the loudest and most wolfish, some of them even had gone up to dance some old folk song singing it in a corner bored of the music of the south.

Viserys sighed seeing that his words had barely even dented the nerves of his new wife. He let go of her shaking hands and moved to cup her face to face him instead of the room, "I care for you Elna, I will not harm you or hurt you" Viserys spoke low and calmly. Elna gulped nodding her head slightly. "I know" She whispered. Her eyes dropped ashamed for doubting him.

"You are my wife and you will be respected as such by everyone, beginning with me" Viserys promised. Elna simply could not stop herself from leaning over and kissing him on the lips. Viserys returned her kiss without hesitation or shame, it was their wedding after all.

"It seems our king is eager to begin the bedding ceremony" A man yelled over the music making everyone stop and turn to the couple. Elna's whole face turned red as she pulled away knowing she was the one to initiate the kiss.

"Lord Tyrell it seems you have drank too much wine" Rickon Stark hissed at the man. Elna's nerves returned at the sight of her father's presence, was he to witness the bedding ceremony as well? She hopes not.

"Let us escort them to their chambers for the bedding ceremony, my lords" A maester cut lord Tyrell from answering her father. The crowd erupted into cheers at the prospect.

In a blink of an eye Elna was hoisted on Lord Bolton's shoulder, a friend of her fathers. "Do not worry dear, I will protect you from these amateurs" He assured her much to her relief. He patted her calf to calm her down. Still some men were able to rip through her wedding dress, leaving her in a very thin and see through slip by the time she reached her new rooms, the King's chambers.

The women and men who had escorted her and Viserys into their rooms were soon escorted out of the room leaving five people int he room, Elna herself, King Viserys, Lord Hand Otto Hightower, Maester Runciter and Lord of coins Lyman Bessbury to witness their union.

Elna shifted uncomfortably seeing the four men around her all eye her body that was peeking through the shift she wore. Viserys did not look any better, he was left in simply his trousers. He cleared his throat shifting a little with an obvious bulge on the front of his trousers.

"Shall we?" He asked, holding out his hand for her. Elna took a deep breath before taking his hand and letting him guide her to the bed that was covered by a simple cloth. The three men around them chose to stand side by side on the right of the bed.

Elna climbed onto the bed and laid back on her behind like her septa had taught her. Viserys moved to lay by her side, leaning on his arm to look down at her face. Her skin was milky white, her hair of the darkest shades of brown, her eyes almost the same color as her hair.

"Beautiful" Viserys whispered, his hand moved to cup her cheek as his eyes roamed her face. He couldn't help but count the freckles that littered her cheeks, there was a total of seventeen on each cheek.

"Thank you" Elna blushed. He leaned down and claimed her lips with his, missing the taste of the strawberry tart she had earlier during the feast, the only she had during the feast, Viserys noticed. Viserys usually observed her, noticing small things about her, how she cannot meet ones eye when she lies, how she twiddles with her fingers when nervous and how she does not eat when scared.

"Relax, I will care for you, sweet wolf" Viserys whispered, in her ear. He moved down slowly to kiss down her neck. Elna did not imagine that such soft and feather like kisses would bring her some pleasure. A shiver ran through her body when one of his hands moved to her hip, pulling her closer to him.

She gulped when one of the men behind the curtain shifted reminding her of their presence. Viserys noticed the way her body tensed and looked up to find her looking in the direction of their audience, an uncomfortable look on her face.

He reached up to touch her cheek and moved her head to look down at him and said "Focus on me and only me". She nodded her head obediently.

Viserys' fingers ran down to pull her shift up and higher to show her milky legs. They were the softest thing he has ever touched, almost like a baby's skin. He buried his nose into her neck growing addicted to the smell of some oils she had lathered herself with, he has never smelled anything like this before. It was a flowery scent he has never encountered before, mayhems some plant from back home in the north if it were possible for anything to grow in the ice and snow.

"Viserys" Elna whimpered, as his fingers trailed up her leg and slowly crept between her thighs pushing them apart to gain access. Viserys hummed again her skin moving his mouth down to nibble at her collarbone earning a whine from her. Her hand unconsciously snapped up to grab at his shoulder length hair.

His finger pushed the linen up until it showed her lower region and rested on her belly. A gasp tore through Elna's throat when the cold air hit her wet core. Viserys did not waste anytime touching her. His finger ran up and down her slit memorising the perfect outline of her beautiful parts, he wanted to memorise every part of her. To his surprise she was wet already, he hoped it was for him.

"So wet, my queen" Viserys teased, moving away to look down at her as he pushed his finger inside of his mouth to taste her. Elna has never felt more embarrassed in her entire life before.

"Is that good?" She asked, tilting her head to the side. Viserys moved to grab at her mound again earning a whimper from her. Elna has never been touched down before, only when washing herself and she usually did it quickly.

"Very good, my love" Viserys praised. He moved to push one finger inside of her. Her body stiffened at the intrusion, he shushed her softly, pushing back some of her hair.

"Tell me if it hurts" Viserys whispered. Elna nodded her head but did not move to stop him. Viserys moved his finger inside of her trying to find that one rough spot.

"Gods" Her back arched when his fingertip touched a spot inside of her she did not even know existed. Viserys smirked in victory and eagerly claimed her lips in a wanton kiss.

He added a second finger eager to hear more of her sounds, she sounded so sweet, almost as sweet as honey. He scissored his fingers inside of her attempting to open her up for his cock, his cock was an average size he liked to believe so. Elna tried as hard as she could to stifle her moans, she did not want the others to hear her, she wanted her sounds to be only for her husband.

"Viserys please" She cried. Rolling her hips trying to match his pace needly. Viserys sped up his movement feeling her clenching around his fingers. His thumb moved to find her swollen pearl, swirling around it gently to bring her forth with pleasure.

"Oh my gods, Viserys" She cried, tears building up behind her eyelids. Viserys curiously slid down to taste her. The one taste of her earlier was nowhere near enough.

"What a-are you doing?" She asked, horrified. When she could no longer feel his warmth by her side she opened her eyes in search of him to find him face to face with her cunt.

He smirked at her and dived in without saying a word. Her head fell back at the feeling of his warm and wet muscle lick a strip up her slit. One of her hands fisted the sheet in anticipation and the other fisted his hair pushing him closer to her. She was very close, she has never felt like this before.

"Viserys!" She cried, back arching as his tongue toyed with her clit. His fingers arching into a come forth motion easily touching the rough spot inside of her.

Viserys' slid down to join his fingers gathering more of her arousal, shaking his head from side to side once his nose pressed onto her pearl. Elna's whole body shivered, she felt like she was crashing, his name whispered on her lips, unable to breathe for a second. Viserys pulled back not wanting to overwhelm her as she came back down from her orgasm.

"That was amazing" Elna panted. Viserys smiled as he shifted to sit between her parted legs.

"I sure hope it was" Viserys placed both of his hands on her thighs, kneeling between them, his thumbs unconsciously rubbed soothing circles on the skin.

"Will it hurt?" Elna asked, her eyes trailed down his full form to his aching cock. She liked Viserys, she liked the way he looked, for some reason she found a fuller man attractive, they pulled her in more.

"Only a pinch" Viserys pinched her thigh almost as if he wanted to give a preview. She nodded her approval for him to proceed.

She took a deep breath as he unlaced his trouser and pulled them down, stepping back momentarily to take them off before joining her again in bed. She gulped at the sight of him, she has never seen a cock before except in one text before and his looked bigger than the one in the big.

"Here, hold my hand" Viserys offered her his hand generously. She latched both of her hands onto his in fear. His free hand moved to fist his hard cock before guiding it to her slit, moving it up and down to gather her wetness, an attempt at making it easier for her.

Elna whimpered as he pushed his tip inside. Viserys squeezed her hand reminding her that he may be the reason for her pain but he was here for her. She squeezed his hand, digging her nails into his flesh as he pushed his cock further in until their pelvises were flush against one another.

"Gods, it hurts" Elna cried. Viserys leaned down still balls deep inside of her. He felt horrible the first time and he still felt horrible the second time.

"Shhh, I am here" he whispered. He littered her face with kisses trying to distract her from what was happening in her lower region. It took every ounce of self control in Viserys not to pound into her, she was warm and tight, so very inviting.

"It is getting better" She sighed, her body beginning to relax. Viserys took this as a sign to begin moving, slowly, not wanting to hurt her.

The pain slowly simmered away and the pleasure was back however it was almost like it was doubled. His cock reached areas in her body that his fingers could not. One of her hands remained holding his own which he moved by her head while her other one moved to his back, pulling him closer.

"Oh- yes- gods- this feels good" She whispered in his ears, still conscious of the men standing beside the bed. Viserys let out a sound in between a grunt and a growl. The feeling of his heavy belly belly pressing down onto hers made the pleasure rise and she was unable but to roll her hips up for more.

"So good" She moaned, bitting his ear for some soft of control. Her legs wrapped around him in a bear like hug and also for leverage to roll her hips to meet his thrusts.

"Are you close?" Viserys asked, placing kisses along her jawline. His thrusts grew more desperate. Elna moaned a loud "Yes" by accident but neither really noticed too caught up in their pleasure at this point.

Viserys reached down between their bodies in search of her clit, rolling it between his fingers once he found it. Elna's arousal assisting him with the movement as it grew.

"Viserys" Her eyes rolled back, her walls clenching around him in a vice like grip as she spasmed around his cock. Viserys following her soon after shooting his sperm deep inside of her cunt, hopefully straight into her womb for a healthy child.

"Shit" Viserys body crashed down on her almost suffocating her but she welcomed it. Her legs unlocked from around him but her arms wrapped around him, holding him close as they came down from their high, his cock softening inside of her.

He rolled off of her and laid on his back by her side both panting and sweating, looking nothing like they did earlier, no longer well kept. Viserys looked her up and down searching for any signs of pain and when noticing none his eyes paused at her breasts moving up and down with her breathing feeling a pang of disappointment he had not touched them, he was too consumed with the idea of getting rid of the three men intruding on his wedding night to remember the beautiful globes his wife adorned. However soon he will ravish her like she deserved.

"If you are satisfied, I advise you leave, my lords" Viserys called once he calmed his breathing. The three men shuffled uncomfortably out of their room with their heads hung low.

"Good riddance" Viserys rolled his eyes once he heard them close the door and mutter to one another. Soon after cheering could be heard from outside their room. Elna blushed at the thought that people were awaiting news of their marriage bed.

"Now where were we, sweet wolf?" Viserys said earning her attention again. He made love to her twice more before demanding that the maids bring them food to their rooms, Viserys did not forget that his wife had not eaten well during the feast, and if he were being honest neither did he.

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anxiousnerdwritings · 2 years ago

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How would everyone react if Aemma lost her eye instead of Aemond? Like she tried to break up the fight and jumped in the middle, thus taking the knife for Aemond? I can imagine how devastated Viserys and Rhaenyra would be, it feels like they failed to protect Aemma again…

Tw: Yandere themes, the loss of an eye, the taking of others’ eyes, and a brief mention of incest

It would depend on who Aemma!lookalike was the child of honestly. If she was Rhaenyra’s child I think Viserys would be more likely to have one of his kids take out their own eye for the one that was damaged for the Reader. Alicent would still very much fight it, but if Aemma!lookalike was her child she’d be demanding an eye from Jace or Like all the same. The only difference would be she would rely on the fact that it was in regards to Aemma!lookalike that she would hopefully actually get Viserys to command one of Rhaenyra’s children’s eyes as recompense.

Rhaenyra would feel especially guilt ridden. She would get after the other children involved for having started a fight in general but most importantly for not having kept the Reader out of it. She definitely feels like she has failed her child by not protecting them and now they’re not only scarred but literally missing a part of themself now. Rhaenyra would be reminded of the fact that she failed Aemma!lookalike everyday, even if the damage is hidden (the Reader may wear their hair a certain way to cover their missing eye now), Rhaenyra would forever have to look at her poor child knowing full well she wasn’t there for them when they needed her most. One thing would be for certain though, after this ordeal Rhaenyra would never allow her precious child anywhere out of her sight let alone out of her reach.

Something that would really make Rhaenyra’s heart clench would be if the Reader were to just be accepting of the situation from the start. Like, “Yaeh this happened and it’s my life now but at least my brothers and cousins are safe.” Even if they were to just fake it and put on a brave face for her would mean a lot. It wouldn’t take away from anything at all but it would have Rhaenyra adoring her child all the more. Especially if they were doing so just to ease everyone else around them after such a distressing situation.

Viserys would definitely feel as though he also failed Aemma!lookalike!Reader. He would feel just as guilt ridden as his daughter. He may even have one of his children take an eye out just so the Reader doesn’t feel alone. Viserys would definitely have Rhaenyra keep the Reader close after this incident. He would want her to be extremely cautious from then on out when regarding the Reader in particular. Afterward, Viserys would always compliment the Reader even more than he did before. He wouldn’t want them to feel like any of their beauty has diminished all because they were missing one measly eye now. He would enforce that his children, Alicent, and Daemon go out of their way to compliment and assure Aemma!lookalike that they are still the same as they were before, that nothing about them has changed due to this unfortunate situation.

Daemon would have no problem cutting out one of Alicent’s children’s eyes for the Reader. He’d happily do so if given the chance. Other than that though he would certainly be the one to tell the Reader that their scar looked pretty badass. He’d be the one to hype them the fuck up and to give them the real confidence they need afterward, even if they’re trying to put on a brave face Daemon could see right through it. He would even offer to cut out his own eye if it would make them feel better and he would actually go through with it if they so wanted.

I like to think that in the scenario that Aemma!lookalike was Rhaenyra’s child and lost their eye that Alicent would finally come to realize that they aren’t just solely the doppelgänger of her husband’s late wife but also their own person and a child at that. Like, this is a child that just went through something traumatic and took a injury that was meant for her own child. I think that Alicent would feel a sense of remorse for what happened to the Reader, especially if her children were affected by it (mainly Aemond and Helaena). Maybe not enough to have any of her children lose an eye just so the Reader doesn’t feel bad but there would be some grief in her about the incident. She may try to put her resentment towards the Reader aside and start anew with them, not even taking her and Rhaenyra’s own relationship into account.

Helaena would be so incredibly worried upon seeing her best friend after everything. She would want to immediately go to them and see that they’re truly okay for herself. She’d want to be with them every waking moment after that. It would hurt her knowing that her own brother had a part in all of this but Aemond and Alicent would be able to spin it around on her that Luke was really to blame since he was the one wielding the dagger that injured the Reader. I see Helaena being the one to really touch and caress the Reader’s scar the most afterward, paying more overall attention to that side of their face from then on. She just thinks so much of the Reader and no scar or missing eye could change that. She would want the Reader to not hide their injury in her company, wanting to be able to see it. Helaena would really strive for the Reader to embrace it and she’ll be with them every step of the way to help them get to that point.

I think some the biggest and most prominent reactions are going to really come from the ones who were actually involved in the reason why the Reader lost an eye. Aemond, Jace, Luke, Baela, and Rhaena would be the ones who would really take the hardest to the whole thing having been there to not only witness it but also be the reason behind it.

Aemond would wholeheartedly blame the other kids involved. If it weren’t for them Aemma!lookalike wouldn’t have been there in the first place and certainly wouldn’t have lost her eye because of it. It would definitely mean a lot to him that she did end up getting injured for him, at least that’s how he would see it. She was just trying to help him and got severely hurt because of it. Aemond wouldn’t be able to bring himself to trust the other kids with the Reader after this. They just proved to him that not only are they incapable of protecting the Reader but that they also would end up putting Aemma!lookalike in dangerous situations. Even though he himself wasn’t capable of protecting the Reader in that moment he’ll train hard enough to be able to in the future.

Jace would feel utterly terrible. He didn’t protect his sister, he got her into a mess and she ended up losing something irreplaceable because of it. He would never forgive himself for not preventing it from happening and for not being strong enough to do something more in the moment. Jace would blame Aemond for the entire situation, as do the other kids. After everything he would become extremely overprotective of his sister, especially around Aemond. He can’t trust that Aemond won’t start trouble again resulting in the Reader getting injured all over again. Jace won’t let that happen, not again. He won’t fail his beloved Aemma!lookalike or their mother again by not being able to protect her.

I think Luke would be the most affected by the whole thing. He was the one after all who pulled the knife and ended up hurting his sister, although his target was in fact Aemond. He would never be able to forgive himself for disfiguring his own precious sibling. How could he? No matter what anyone said to him; from his mother to Jace or Daemon to the Reader themself, Luke wouldn’t be able to let go of what he had done. He would vow to make up for it for the rest of his life. He would work hard not only to earn the Reader’s forgiveness (no matter how many times they’ve already forgiven him) but to also be able to protect them just like Jace and Aemond plan to. Luke would be attached to the Reader’s hip afterward, helping them as much as he can. And whenever he saw their scar he’d always apologize from then on, asking how they are or how it was.

Baela and Rhaena would both feel guilty, like they’re at fault for the Reader being in that situation in the first place. Of course they both still wholeheartedly blame Aemond for taking their mother’s dragon and stand by him being the real reason for all of this as a whole, but they still feel terrible about what happened. They would also stay by the Reader’s side, similar to Jace and Luke. Comforting and consoling Aemma!lookalike whenever they feel they need to. They’ll also take after Daemon and assure the Reader of how incredibly powerful and beautiful they look with the scar and the eye patch they have to where now. Even if the Reader does still go ahead and cover their eye with their hair, Baela and Rhaena would still hype the shit out of her.

I like the thought of Aemond, Jace, or Luke, maybe even Balea or Rhaena offering to take out one of their eyes of their own accord for Aemma!lookalike. I more so see Aemond doing so, especially if he and the Reader were best friends or he had a crush on her. Like, I imagine the Reader being tended to by the maesters, Rhaenyra by her side, and in walks Aemond missing his own eye and offering said eye to the Reader himself. Alicent would be fucking horrified that her son would do that but it would also be weirdly sweet. I could see Daemon kind of respecting the action. (Also, I couldn’t help but have the idea of Aemond cutting out and offering his own eye to Aemma!lookalike as a marriage proposal👀.)

#anxious answers #yandere rhaenyra targaryen #yandere viserys i targaryen #yandere daemon targaryen #yandere alicent hightower #yandere helaena targaryen #yandere aemond targaryen #yandere jacaerys velaryon #yandere lucerys velaryon #yandere baela targaryen #yandere rhaena targaryen #yandere house of the dragon #yandere house of the dragon concept #yandere game of thrones #yandere game of thrones concept #yandere concept

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lexivass · 3 months ago

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Another thing that bothers me about Alicent's arc these last episodes and her desire to be free is that it could work as her finally realizing her life was shitty and wanting to run away, if she realized her life was shitty, hence she shouldn't try to justify herself.

When they make her praise Viserys despite abusing her while still clutching to the memory of Aemma, they're saying Alicent suffered but she's capable of forgiving. Which is not bad, and is actually a clear sign she probably doesn't realize she's been traumatized.

But when they try to shift Alicent's character into this woman who wants to be free of her chains, who realized she always tried to go by the book and that didn't work, they're pretty much painting her as this forever big loser not because she wants to be free, but because nothing changed about her character from the Alicent from the beginning!

Yes, she realized all that, but do you mean to tell the woman who's been hurting herself due to anxiety since God knows when and is probably filled with rage and grief opened her third eye and just wants to go away from that mess???

"I did what was expected of me; I resented you for making your choices, Rhaenyra; I want to go away and live like a normal person." They should've made her go apeshit, throw in Rhaenyra's face what happened to her and how Rhaenyra has no right to judge her, she should fight for Haelena AND Aegon and actually try to win this war because if not, what was the reason for all of this?? Did her grandson died for nothing? Did Aegon almost died for nothing? Someone said the writers were set on humiliating Alicent this entire season, now i see that's true.

EDIT: If I was Alicent and realized everything I did and sacrificed (my youth, me bearing children for a rotten old man, the girl I loved, my own children and grandchildren's safety) was for nothing the last thing I would want was to go away. She should want revenge now more than ever!!!!

#hotd spoilers #house of the dragon spoilers #alicent hightower #rhaenyra targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #haelena targaryen #viserys targaryen #terrible writing #house of the dragon #house of the dragon season 2 #hotd season 2 #hotd s2 #hotd critical #anti hotd writers

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maybeiwasjustjade · 4 months ago

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Alicent and Aegon (+ Aemond and Helaena)

The best part about writing a fic that’s basically a redux of the whole Dance, is being able to dive into character relationships that the show either abandoned, or didn’t bother giving justice to. Alicent and Aegon’s relationship is just so messy and complex, especially because a lot of it stems from generational trauma. Their relationship (or lack thereof) is the definition of two things can be right and trauma isn’t mutually exclusive.

Alicent having a hard time loving and/or connecting with Aegon because of her trauma AND Aegon thinking his mother doesn’t love him and possibly resents her for it can both be true at the same time.

An abuse victim can also be an abuser.

Alicent may have her reasons for perhaps not being capable of being a loving mother to all her children, but the child feeling unloved is not his fault. Children are not extensions of their parents; they’re real people too

No child is raised by the same parent. Everyone has different experiences even with the same parent.

Aegon and Alicent really were doomed from the start. She was fifteen when she had him—conceived from marital rape, no love shared just duty and lust, an unwanted yet prayed for son—too young by half to be forced into her role. And it really is no surprise that she perhaps had such a hard time connecting with him, or even loving him beyond duty. She had him out of duty; firstborn sons belong to the realm, to their houses, and seldom their mother. Aegon was always meant to be Viserys’ son, not hers.

I think the only child that Alicent actually loves is Aemond (we don’t know anything about Daeron). Helaena, she’s fond of. Overprotective, because Helaena is a girl like her, and like her, she’s going to be forced into a role far too young, with children that will grow up alongside her. But Alicent never really understood Helaena and her quirks, so I don’t think she knows how to really love her either. And as a Dreamer, Helaena would always straddle that line between being her mother’s daughter, and unknowingly a Targaryen Dreamer.

Aemond, though, is Alicent’s through and through. He’s just like her, for all that he looks the most like Viserys. His rage, his anger, his inferiority and insecurity—he hides all of it under a cloak of piety and piousness and cold competence. In a perfect world where Alicent got to choose her own life, Aemond would be her first and only son. Him, she could pretend was a Tower , and not a Dragon.

Aegon is the complete opposite. Aegon is a reminder of everything Alicent hates and regrets and wishes never happened to her. Aegon is all dragon, and none of her. His birth signaled war, his mere existence a crime. The firstborn son who isn’t really the firstborn, because Aegon would never be Baelon. He’s not pious or respectable or cold; Aegon is wildfire ready to burn everything down for just even a shred of love. Because that’s the root of him, isn’t it? A son meant for the realm but was unwanted; a firstborn unclaimed by his own father. A mirror for his mother’s rage and pain.

Alicent loses everything to have him, and it never mattered at all. And then he had the audacity to be born the spitting image of her. She can’t hurt herself without hurting him or love him without causing herself pain, and he only ever wanted to be seen as himself, and still be loved.

(Which is why writing RARTS and ripple is so much fun. RARTS dives a little more into Aegon’s feelings as he grows up the least favorite child of both his parents, and all the many, many issues that comes with it. His mother’s face but Aemma’s hair and eyes. Forever the ghost that haunts Rhaenyra by being the perfect mix of everyone’s she’s ever loved and lost, in the body of the son she’ll never be.

Ripple plays a little more as a character study of Aegon in a world where he wasn’t born with all that strife and trauma attached to his shoulders. Rhaenyra would never be a son, but Aegon would never be Rhaenyra. So what would Aegon be like, in a world without those expectations bearing down on him like a second skin? His promiscuity and drinking seems to be a product of his trauma and need for love, so it’s kinda fun to see an Aegon who doesn’t do any of that while still trying to escape her duties (marriage))

#hotd #aegon ii targaryen #alicent hightower #aegon ii fanfic #team green #character study #tbf this just my interpretation of the characters #tgc’s aegon #thankfully we have that tag #and away from the fuckery condal and hess has created #jadefics

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THE BLOOD CROWN (29 PART TWO)

[Aemond Targaryen x Original Female Character ! I fem!reader]

[Dark Romance / Enemies to Lovers / Revenge]

Content for adults. 18+

[warnings: smut, sex content, dark romance, angst, fights, domination, murder]

[description: Aemond Targaryen meets his niece under a different name and falls in love with her without knowing that she is supposed to be his enemy.]

Masterlist - click here for all available parts

Aemond didn't hesitate when Ser Criston Cole came to meet him the next morning.

He grabbed the man by the collar and pulled him close. Cole looked at him confused for a moment until a knowing look crossed his face. He knew immediately.

"You dare disobey my orders?" hissed Aemond.

"You didn't order me to keep quiet about it. The plan was different, my prince."

"The correct address is, your Grace, Ser Criston. I am Prince Regent and you have given information that you were not entitled to without my permission. It could be considered treason. Are you a traitor, Cole?"

"I would never betray you. I ask for forgiveness, your Grace," Ser Criston began quietly and tried to pull away, but Aemond's grip tightened, so he quickly gave up. "But I only had good things in mind. The girl was with Rhaenyra Targaryen. Our enemy. Either she is loyal to her or she has heard things that could be useful to us."

"She didn't hear anything, Criston," Aemond defended. "She told me everything."

"And you believe her?"

"There is nothing to prove otherwise."

"Then let her be taken to the dungeon. They will question her there and-"

Before Ser Criston could continue, Aemond had pushed him against the wall behind him and the man groaned painfully. Aemond's hand went to the man's neck, who looked at him with wide eyes.

He suggested putting a pregnant woman in the dungeon? To interrogate them, whatever torture meant. His pregnant wife?

"If you ever speak of this again, even hint at something like that, I will rip out your tongue and offer it to Vhagar as a snack, understand?"

Ser Criston nodded. He tried to keep his composure, but Aemond saw the fear in his teacher's eyes. He felt no pity. He had himself to blame for that.

"Rose is under my protection. She belongs to me and anyone who acts against her is also acting against me."

Aemond took another searching look into Criston's eyes before letting go of the older man and pushing him away. He turned around without another word and left the man behind.

Nobody would dare touch Rose.

No matter how deep his arguments with her were, in the end she was still his.

And he wouldn't allow anyone to harm her.

He realized that he would kill for Rose. That after all this she still possessed his mind. The only thing he could keep from her was his body. Her return had affected him more than he had expected. Seeing her look at him, her eyes judging him, was almost unbearable. He wished he could forget his feelings for her, erase them from his mind forever, but it wasn't possible. Rose was like his own shadow. She would never leave his mind and his heart.

D R A G O N S T O N E

Rhaenyra took her necklace out from under her dress. She always kept them hidden between fabric and skin, afraid of losing them. It was the only thing she had left of Aemma. She played with the chain between her fingers and looked at it. She read the inside writing.

In dreams we are united.

She had given the necklace to her little daughter for her fourth name day. Aemma's eyes were shining. Her daughter was overjoyed as she held the necklace in her small, soft hands. The necklace was made of Valyrian material and just as Daemon had once given her a necklace, she had given the same gift to her daughter.

"I'm sorry, my queen," Baela said suddenly and Rhaenyra looked up. Baela and Jacaerys sat across from her. Her son looked up, his eyes focused on Rhaenyra's necklace and an inexplicable emotion flashed across his face. His eyes widened before fixing on the table in front of them. He's been different lately. Closer. She would have to talk to him. She looked at Lucerys. He looked sad, but it wasn't like Jacaerys. Something was different.

"What are you apologizing for, Baela?" Rhaenyra asked, looking at her stepdaughter. She was the spitting image of Baela. Beautiful, graceful, proud. "And call me Rhaenyra. We are a family."

Baela smiled briefly, but her smile disappeared as quickly as it came.

"It's my fault Rose was kid-, I mean Aemma, kidnapped."

"You think she was kidnapped?" Rhaena asked. "Maybe she went voluntarily? Maybe she was the one who hurt you? Even if she is Aemma, she has no memory of us, right?"

"She didn't hurt me. The attack came from behind. She was standing right next to me."

"Then she saw the attacker?"

"No I do not think so."

"How can you be sure?"

"I just know, Rhaena," Baela raised her voice and looked annoyed at her sister. Rhaena jumped and looked away. She bit her lip.

"Whatever happened to my daughter, Baela," Rhaenyra interjected, drawing attention back to herself. "It's not your fault."

"But I wanted to go to the market with her, Rhaenyra. It was my idea."

"Then there would have been a different situation," Daemon agreed with Rhaenyra. "Someone kidnapped Aemma and we will find out who and bring them to justice. Whoever is responsible for her disappearance will wish they were never born."

He looked at Rhaenyra and she reached for his hand under the table and squeezed it. She was grateful for his support. A pushing back a chair drew her attention to Jacaerys, who was suddenly pale.

"Jace?" Rhaenyra asked, jumping up to go to her eldest child, but he just shook his head.

"I think I'm getting sick, mother. I'm going to retire so I can recover."

Jacaerys turned away from Rhaenyra and she watched her son go. He seemed so changed. She hardly recognized him. Maybe he had grown more attached to Aemma than he was letting on. Maybe she meant more to him than he was letting on. She would talk to him when the opportunity arose. Even though he was an adult, he was still her child. He would always be her child.

. . . . .

Jacaerys threw up when he was in his room. He shivered all over and slid down the wall to sit on the cold floor. Panic had taken over his entire body and he desperately clutched his brown, sweat-drenched hair. He stared aimlessly at a spot in his room. He couldn't take it any longer. His mother's pained look. She was suffering and because of him. What he had done was wrong and now he had to live with the consequences of his actions. He would never forgive himself for this. He had only wanted to protect his family, but he had ended up causing more evil than he wanted to avoid. He still doubted that Rose was his little sister, but that wasn't the point anymore. He had patronized his mother. He had decided for her whether Rose was worth a chance and he had decided against it. He knew his mother would never forgive him. Just like Lucerys. He had felt Daemon's gaze on his neck as he left the room. He didn't know if his stepfather suspected something, but his words were clear.

If Jacaery's secret were discovered, everyone would consider him a traitor.

And maybe he was.

K I N G S L A N D I N G

Aemond hadn't visited his sister for days. Her sight hurt too much.

She was sitting there without participation, sunk in her own world, tortured by the guilt that she was wearing.

It has always been withdrawn, but this condition was not normal for her either. And yet he looked for her closeness. Their affection. They have always had a special band and he longed for their touches, their loving words. He longed for his sister. He needed her. He felt so alone. Even if Helaena had changed. Sitting here, with her, even when they didn't talk, gave him strength.

"How is Rose?" "Suddenly an voice illuminated the room and Aemond looked up. Helaena looked at him and her gaze was clear. He saw no confusion, no dreaming. Aemond leaned forward. Helaena looked him directly in the eye. "How is the child?"

"You know of the child?" Asked Aemond irritated. Had his mother went to Helaena and told her about it. Helaena put his head at an angle and gave him a meaningful look. No, his mother hadn't told her. She knew it. Just as she knew a lot that she couldn't know. He looked at his sister.

"Are you still answering me?"

She pulled up an eyebrow.

"I think she's fine."

"You think?," She asked and put her head wrong. "Why do you think? You should know."

Aemond snorted. "It hard at the moment. We don't talk that much."

"Hmmm," summed up Helaena, "that's stupid of you."

Aemond looked at his sister surprised. "Excuse me, what?"

"You have to open your eye, Aemond. Look over the horizon, into the distance. Don't be fooled by whispering," and there was. His sister who spoke confusing words. What did she mean? Shouldn't he be fooled by the whispering?

"What do you mean?"

Helaena leaned her head to the side. "You don't see properly, Aemond," she said as if it were the most understandable in the world. "You must not keep your happiness away. The paper dragon burns to flesh and blood. Dragonseed in Dragonseed. Old guilt must be paid, but you have to be happy."

Dragonseed in Dragonseed?

Aemond knew what that meant, but not in this context. She had said it before. Dragonseed in Dragonseed. But he still could not place it.

Dragonseed was said to speak of bastards of the Targaryen clan, but Rose was not a Targaryen. Was Helaena pregnant? Had Aegon planted new life in her before everything went down the stream? It would not be unlikely. He would ask the Maester to check it in the next examination.

He didn't understand the rest. It was nothing new.

"You have to be happy, Aemond," said Helaena and suddenly she looked so unhappy.

So incredibly unhappy. "Don't let me go, promise me," her words sounded as clear, more clearly than ever and Aemond searched for a answer in the face of Helaena that she would not give him.

"Do it for me. At least one of us should be happy."

. . . . .

When Aemond was in his bed at night, he could think of nothing other than Helaena's words. They followed him every second, and no matter how much he puzzled, he understood only half. If he understood anything at all. He straightened up in bed and stared at the window. The light of the moon illuminated his room.

"You have to be happy, Aemond." she said.

But he wondered how he should be happy when he was kept taking it again and again?

He had thought that he would be happy as a prince regent, with power as a king, but the desired effect failed to do.

"Do it for me. At least one of us should be happy."

He wanted to be happy. He longed for it. He wanted it more than anything and he also knew that his luck was only a few steps away. He looked at the wall behind him as if he could see it. Whether she was awake at the moment and was just as tormented as he was? Or was she sleeping calmly and dreamed of being far away? He couldn't even blame her. He had treated himself badly. He had blamed her, but he was the blacksmith of his own misfortune. He had spoken words that he shouldn't speak. Even if he had only spoken to her so that he could protect her.

He got up and slowly went to his desk.

His bare feet tingled through the cold of the floor.

He reached for the drawer and opened it. There was a dagger and another eye patch (he owned plently), but his focus was on another object. Aemond reached into the drawer and took out a necklace. He looked at it. It was beautiful. Just like her. This necklace didn't belong to him and it would never belong to him, but he knew every single inch of it. He had found Rose's necklace when she left him and although the anger had tempted him to throw it away, he hadn't. He couldn't. This necklace meant something to her. She had received her from her dead mother. He couldn't take that away from her.

She had lost it in the attack and Aemond had found it. It was stupid. Through this necklace he had the feeling that he also had something from her. That he owned something from her if it wasn't her heart.

He turned the necklace in his fingers and read the engraving on the back.

In Dreams we are united.

It was true.

He was united with her in his dreams.

. . .

"The Blacks are gaining more and more power."

"Various men of the Kingsguard have joined as well as men of the Night's Watch. Traitors, oathbreakers, it doesn't surprise me that they are joining the Black Queen. A bullshit name!," Wylde spit. "They must all be beheaded, hanged. They are not worthy of an honorable death."

"Is there any news from Dorne?" Lannister asked and all eyes turned to Otto, who shook his head bitterly.

"Dorne will not take sides."

"Hmm, I guess they're hoping we'll tear each other apart."

"Well, as long as they don't support the princess."

"House Stark has spoken out in favor of Rhaenyra. But our men have not yet seen any mobilization of the Northman army."

"Winter is coming," Lannister said. "Lord Stark is aware of this. What do the Northmen always say? 'The tunic is closer to me than the trousers'?"

"And Harrenhall?" asked Aemond and all eyes turned to Lord Larys.

"Harrenhall is strong. Our walls are sturdy. We are prepared for the attacks of the blacks."

"Well, but you can't do anything against their dragons, right, Lord Larys? Harrenhall doesn't have a good history of dragonfire." Lord Lannister loved to test those around him. But he had chosen the wrong opponent.

Larys just smiled at Lannister's provocation. "I guess no big house has that, right? And the ones that have been spared so far could burn quicker than we'd like."

Aemond watched the spectacle, but his mind was elsewhere. They were with Helaena and her words and with the woman who haunted him day and night.

A tentative knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. Otto allowed entry and an old man, past his prime, stumbled in.

"Your Grace, please excuse the interruption," the maester began, bowing to Aemond, who was sitting at the table with his mother and grandfather, as well as Larys Strong and Tyland Lannister, discussing possible strategies in the fight against the self-proclaimed queen.

"Can't you see we're having a conversation, Maester?" Lannister interjected and he saw his mother roll her eyes out of the corner of his eye. This man really liked to hear himself talk.

"Forgive me, but the Prince Regent has instructed me to contact him immediately if there are... complications."

"Complications?" Alicent repeated. "Which type?"

"Well, I would like to discuss this with the honorable Highness myself, if you allow me."

"You can speak freely in front of us, we-"

"We will continue this conversation tomorrow. Everything is settled so far," Aemond interrupted Otto, who looked at him in surprise.

"Aemond, you-"

"The correct address is still, your Grace, Lord Hightower," he exchanged a look with his grandfather and he saw the rebellion in his eyes. He looked at him challengingly, a raised eyebrow inviting him to contradict him. But Otto was wiser and he bowed his head and nodded.

Aemond gave his grandfather an unimpressed look. He treated him like a little boy. He had forgotten that he was the one who made Aegon, and therefore Aemond, the most powerful man in the empire. Now he had to live with the fact that his grandsons were above him. Just like she always had.

He left the room without further comment.

"The girl refuses to be examined by me," the maester began as they walked together down the hallway to her room. "My words don't bring them to their senses."

"You call me because you can't control a woman?"

The maester bit his lip in shame. "I don't know how far my authority extends with her." He swallowed. "She had light bleeding this morning. That shouldn't happen, but it can under certain circumstances like stress or too fast growing of the child in her womb. That's why an examination is important so that I can rule out any danger."

Aemond nodded. The words made him nervous. He tried not to show anything and to keep calm.

He would not allow Rose to risk her life and the child's life by refusing to be examined out of spite. He would persuade her to allow this search, otherwise he would force her for her own good.

Suddenly a guard came towards them and looked frantically at Aemond. He was one of the guards he had assigned to Rose. "Your Grace, the prisoner is attacking the other servants."

Ah, wonderful.

. . . . .

The imagination and reality of how Rose attacked guards and servants were completely different and yet completely the same. Pillows and various other objects lay on the floor and when Aemond entered the chamber, another pillow flew towards him, which he threw to the side with a careless movement.

"Get away from me," Rose shouted and the silver food tray flew towards the guards, who were able to dodge at the last moment. At least the one in front, because the one in the back was hit in the face. She could aim, you had to give her that.

"Rose, we mean no harm, please, you need the examination!" pleaded a servant and came towards her, but Rose continued to back away. They seemed to know each other, which wasn't particularly surprising considering Rose had worked for her.

"What I need is fresh air and freedom. That's the only problem here! I'm fine. The child is fine!"

Rose was still in her nightgown and Aemond was overcome with jealousy. Had these men seen her in this effort? He ordered the guards out of the room, and Rose's raging gaze fell on him. Her eyes were full of anger and reproach.

Rose stared at him like he was her worst enemy. He probably was at that moment too.

"Me too, your highness?" the maester asked and without taking his eyes off Rose, Aemond nodded. "Everyone should get out but stay within earshot."

The maester nodded and left the room, as did the other two women.

Aemond came towards Rose, but she grabbed a vaser and signaled him to stop.

"Stop immediately, don't come any closer, Aemond," she snapped and he obeyed.

"You need the exam, Rose."

"What I need is for you to let me out of here. I'm going insane and this is all your fault!"

"My fault?" Aemond repeated. "I wouldn't have to keep you here if-"

"If I hadn't left you, yeah yeah, blah blah, we all know it, Aemond. The whole fucking world knows it, but you were the one who drove me away," Rose screamed. "I would never have left you. Damn it. I was ready to die for you, don't you understand that?"

The first tears rolled down her cheeks and he gave Aemond a stab in his heart. Seeing her like that, so desperate, so hurt, hurt him more than he expected.

"Rose, calm down," he began soothingly, "no matter what differences we both have, don't be unreasonable and get yourself checked."

"Not until you let me out of here."

"That's not possible."

"Well, then it's not possible to be examined," Rose said defiantly and Aemond had had enough. He came towards her with quick steps and Rose threw the vase at him, which he caught in the air and threw away. The vase broke on his hand, leaving a deep cut, but he didn't care. He grabbed Rose and pulled her close, but Rose wasn't willing to give up without a fight. She hit him, pinched, scratched and bit. It was difficult to keep them contained without resorting to violence. Fascinating how such a petite body could suddenly gain strength.

"Calm down, Rose," he yelled to bring her to her senses.

"You're not telling me what to do anymore," Rose screamed. "You treat me like trash, make me look like a villain, but I haven't done anything to anyone." She struck at him again and Aemond intercepted the blow. She was shaking with anger and her breathing was rapid. Rose needed to calm down before she hurt her child, his child, their child.

Her punches caught him in the face and he felt his eye patch fly away. Rose jumped in shock and stared at the spot where his second eye should be. Hadn't she seen it yet? He did not know. He wasn't ashamed of the way his face looked thanks to his nephew. Now he saw it as a weapon against his enemies, who hopped away like frightened rabbits at the sight of him.

Now she saw the real him.

He pushed her back and she fell backwards onto the bed, him on top of her.

"Let me go. Get off me, Aemond," she ordered, but he didn't think about it. He pushed her wrists down and pushed her onto the bed.

"Do you want your child to die?" Aemond asked, looking down at her. She still resisted, but his words reached her. "The Maester just wants to check that he or she is okay. That you are okay. Don't be unreasonable, Rose."

Her resistance weakened, to the point where she lay on the bed beneath him like a lifeless doll, looking up at him in desperation.

"I hate it here so much," she began. "Please release me, let me go, give me some freedom, I beg you, Aemond," she begged and Aemond was pained by the sight of her. But he was too selfish, too afraid of losing her again, that he wanted to let her go. could let go. He needed her. He missed her. Even as she lay here beneath him, so close, she was so far away. And it was largely his fault. "Do you hate me so much? Do you want to see me suffer?"

"I don't hate you. I could never," He confessed and he knew that he was revealing his weakness for her, but he didn't care at that moment. He gave her a knife, a dagger, and he would run in gratefully if she wanted him to, she had dominated him so much by now.

He thought he was in control. But in the end it was Rose who had control over him.

"But I can't let you go," he spoke, looking into her eyes. He saw her disappointment. "I'm doing this to protect you too."

"Protect me?" Rose breathed. "From what? From who?"

Aemond examined her beautiful face. "From these who want to harm you. You said it yourself."

Rose looked at him in surprise. Her eyes looked tired. "So you believe me after all?"

He didn't give her an answer, but he didn't need to. The four bodies were proof enough and consistent with Rose's story. Yes, she had tried to leave him, but that didn't change the fact that someone had tried to kill her.

"I will protect you, Rose."

She looked at him incredulously and snorted. "And who will protect me from you?"

Her question hit him harder than he expected. Was he really the monster she painted him as? Had he really become so cruel and cold that he only did wrong? Anger and bitterness had guided him in the beginning, but he wondered if his pride had ultimately harmed him more than protected him. He didn't want to appear weak, not in front of her or anyone else, but no matter how hard he tried to put a wall up between the two of them, it always ended up breaking down.

"You scare me, Aemond. I don't recognize you," Rose breathed as her eyes watched him. She tried to touch his face, but he pushed her hand down.

"I guess you're not the only one," he said, seeing her sad look. She should stop looking at him like that. He couldn't stand her looks anymore.

What had become of them? What had become of him? Sometimes he didn't recognize himself. Sometimes he was afraid of the person he had become.

He pulled away from her and got off the bed. Her eyes followed his movements.

"If I allow you to leave these rooms with two servants, provided under constant supervision, will you cooperate with the maester and allow yourself to be examined?"

Rose saw him surprised and for a moment she seemed to think. She probably wondered if he was trying to trick her, to deceive her, but he meant the words as he said them. He would give her more freedom if it made her feel better.

After a moment's hesitation, she nodded and Aemond exhaled contentedly. He ran his gaze over her once more before leaving the chambers and ordering the maester to enter and continue the examination.

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midlandslady · 4 months ago

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On Daemon Targaryen Flaws

I know I have a love for Daemon that will probably be rivaled only by Matt Smith XD But people see him as a monster and I think we are watching different shows. Come on guys, all of his emotions are written in his face because Matt is such a great actor.

I try not to justify all of his crimes. But if I want to, I actually think I can.

"Heir for a day". I do not believe he said it! He never confirmed it, not even in this episode. Yes, it was a mistake to cheer the fact that he was restored as heir to the people who would stab him in the back. But he was sad! Come on, he was in his own corner of the bar, quietly drinking and looking forlorn. The people instigated him and him being young and with a huge ego felt like he had to indulge them. That doesn't mean he was happy about what happened or that he wanted to celebrate the death of Aemma and the baby! People who think so do not understand Daemon at all.

Murdering Rhea. He does not feel guilty about it. He hated her. She was an obstacle for him. This is probably his biggest sin yet. But I don't think he went there to kill her. He had no weapons. I don't see the horse being spooked by him. And then she was paralyzed but she wouldn't die. She would still be his wife. And he was leaving. Until she said he "couldn't finish". This triggered violence in him. But it would also be cruel to let her live a life she didn't want to live, in pain and suffering. Was it mercy, or was it cold-blooded murder? Again, this scene is meant to leave it uncertain. But the law says innocent until proven guilty, does it not? It was not a good deed anyway.

Mistreating Mysaria and Laena. When?? Mysaria was a whore working in a brothel, like many others. She was Daemon's favorite so he took her away from that life to live with him in Dragonstone atop Caraxes. I don't see him doing it for people he is not incredibly fond of. She left him when she thought he was putting her at risk with his recklessness. And she didn't go back to being a whore because she now had enough money to start her own business. And she betrayed him, to his worst enemy, time and time again. We never know what she felt for Daemon but it looked like she was also fond of him because when he was drunk in the streets making a fool of himself after leaving Rhaenyra in the brothel, she took him to her place. So I understand she also cared about him to an extent. And when she was betrayed by Otto, where did she go? To Daemon. And Daemon would have killed someone else on the spot for much less than her betrayal. He didn't. Why? He is fond of her. He understands her life was not easy and she had to make due. He even offered her freedom in exchange for a small bit of information he could've acquired somewhere else. And Laena? Daemon loved Laena, he admired her and cared for her. She was not ït" for him, but he was happy with her, he was soft to her. If she hadn't died he would probably stay married to her forever. One might even say she was the only one able to tame his wildness. Something Rhaenyra is incapable of doing. Because he and Rhaenyra are both fire, they will never know peace or calm because that's not them. But Daemon is not to blame for not loving Laena as much as he does Rhaenyra. It's not something he can control. I think if he could, he would because loving Laena was easier and uncomplicated.

He is a bad father. I don't think anyone is winning Best Dad of the Year in Hotd, I'm sorry. Maybe Harwin? But yeah. I saw in an interview they placed Corlys as the best dad. Best dad?! Best husband maybe! But not the best dad, surely. He wanted to marry 12-year-old Laena to Viserys for his own ambitions for the crown (worse even than Otto because Laena was a child) and he was terribly ashamed of Laenor because of his homosexuality. Viserys was the best dad? To Rhaenyra maybe, not to the other kids that he ignored. But even then, if he wanted Rhaenyra to be queen he should not have had an army of male children that would fight against his daughter, should he? Daemon always loved Baela and he didn't feel as connected to Rhaena. It happens. He was still with Rhaena all the time while Baela went to live with Rhaenys. He may not be affectionate but he is there for them. Even for Jace, Luke and Joffrey. He fought for Luke's claim to Driftmark. And people keep saying he ignored Baela after he argued with Rhaenyra. Come on, I would too! The man was so broken he wasn't even seeing straight, I barely think he would acknowledge anyone at that moment.

He was violent to Rhaenyra, twice. I hate it, I do! But she was already pushing him away, trying to command him, show her authority over him, and that came after a lot of traumatic events. Daemon lashes out when he is cornered, challenged, or hurt. She brings out the very worst out of him and that's the insane part of their relationship. It's not healthy, it is primal, animalistic, and crazy! Alas, I don't support his behavior and I hope he will learn from it now.

He wants to usurp Rhaenyra's throne. He does not! He is hurt! He is letting his ego talk for him because he needs to feel that he is not "pathetic", he needs to feel respected and that he is worthy (while doing exactly what makes him not be haha). Because he wants to show it to Rhaenyra. Prove himself to her, as Alys pointed out. The throne means nothing to him, it's all about what the throne represents to the people he loves and from whom he craves validity. He wants to be loved so badly, yet he does not know how to show it and that is a tragedy in itself.

He killed a child. I will die defending Daemon on this point. Once again, the writers intend it to be open for interpretation. I don't think he even considered male children at all. He said so himself and he never tries to justify himself for what he is accused of. Usually, he is just hurt that people he cares for would think bad of him and he would not even make an effort to say otherwise. This time he did say "no and no and no, I didn't" because I think deep down the brutality of the act shocked him to the core too. And maybe he would try to ignore it and put it under the carpet as a mistake but the way Rhaenyra confronts him makes him hate himself.

Is there any other flaw of Daemon that should be explored?

#pro daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen #I love daemon and I am not afraid to defend him

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prideprejudce · 3 months ago

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I feel like people have read into Alicent's response to Rhaenyra's ultimatum in both good AND bad faith ways, but i feel like I haven't seen much of what Rhaenyra was feeling about it!!

Personally, I feel like the ultimatum she gave Alicent was the product of 3 different motivations- first, it was the obvious political move to kill the usurper to her throne, duh. The second, is that I think Rhaenyra is super aware- and terrified of- being trapped in a cycle of loss, being passed over for a son, and her claim to the throne standing only because of what she represents not her as a person. Thats its own whole fascinating character essay i cant get into here lol.

But the third reason is that I THINK she has a desperate personal obsession with being chosen by Alicent over Aegon, and leans into the ultimatum as a way to extract what she needs from Alicent-- to be chosen and prioritized over her father's son, and be the centre of Alicent's attention (romantic or not).

The directors/writers have mentioned one of the crucial aspects of Rhaenyra and Alicent's relationship is how many times Rhaenyra reaches out, only to be rejected by Alicent over and over. I think Rhaenyra, as someone who really internalized going after what she wants from a young age, is a bit spoiled, and is obsessed with Alicent's continuous rejection as both a novelty, and a deep source of insecurity.

Rhaenyra has a bit of magical thinking where she really does think that if she just pushes hard enough she can change the world into the shape she wants it to be, and I think when Alicent CONTINUES to deny her, she gets more and more frustrated.

Double this with her general issues around being passed over for a son, first from her father with baelon, and then COMPOUNDED with baby aegon stealing both her father AND alicent's attention as alicent prioritized birthing and probably caring for her son over rhaenyra's sulking when Rhaenyra was in the most pain she had been in yet in her life.

I think Rhaenyra is HIGHLY resentful about not just aegon usurping her throne, but also the lack of attention during the HEIGHT of her teenage years, where she already has a contentious relationship with her father AND .....stepmother?? first love??? sister?? (targaryen family incest issues are a wonderful icing on top of this cake)

It was very clear that the reason Alicent married viserys was SPECIFICALLY to have more children, and that Alicent CHOSE (from Rhaenyra's perspective) to put herself in that position JUST after Aemma died from the same cause, becoming a mother rather than staying with Rhaenyra and daydreaming about riding off into the sunset. In Rhaenyra's mind, she lost her mother to the promise of a son, only to lose Her Alicent™️ to ANOTHER promise of a son right after. This is probably the deepest rejection Alicent could have given her.

The entire second half of season 2 is more denial; Rhaenyra's marriage proposal of their children is rejected, Alicent rejects Rhaenyra's bastard sons in general, and Rhaenyra's choices by extension, then driftmark happens, then the ENTIRE USURPTION happens, rejecting Rhaenyra's claim to her own birthright.

Rhaenyra even tries AGAIN in season 3 - extending herself to go into Alicent's place of comfort to sue for peace, even telling Alicent bits of a personally sacred religious doctrine only to be rejected AGAINNNNNNN.

(I could write forever about how Rhaenyra indulges Alicent's religious but never gets the same back on her own customs)

Yah, I think when Rhaenyra sees Alicent next, its not just that the ultimatum is a political necessity, but its decades of rejection culminating in 'you need to choose and prioritize me over everything, including your son, bc i cannot take anymore rejection from you, and I cant handle NOT being the most important thing in your whole world tbh :)' Especially on the heels of her newfound radicalization i feel like Rhaenyra sees Alicent's 'Choosing Rhaenyra' this time as a Holy Blessing and the last crucial piece she needs to self actualize.

(Also never forget all of this takes place in the targaryen CESSPOOL that is Rhaenyra having Alicent as a sister/step mother/half employee?? Alicent was at least her subordinate at one point/only confidante/possible first love-- theres probably alot of projection on Rhaenyra's part for what Alicent's approval means to her)

sorry this is so long the word rejection has ceased to mean anything to me at this point

"Rhaenyra sees Alicent's 'choosing Rhaenyra' this time as a Holy Blessing and the last crucial piece that she needs to self actualize"

what if we all just set each other on fire

#anonymous #answered #hotd #house of the dragon #rhaenicent #alicent hightower #rhaenyra targaryen #people always talk about alicents obsession with rhaenyra but forget its also true vice versa #rhaenyra literally dressed up like a septa and broke into kings landing #the most dangerous place in the WORLD for her to be at #just to see alicent and try for one last time to reach her just to be rejected again #but even THEN she still loves her and seeks her approval #so her coming to dragon stone finally willing to bend a little after YEARS of rejection is probably like ecstasy on crack for rhaenyra #and unintentionally seals her fate into her own path of destruction #because shes finally self actualized and fully believes in her own conquest now #because her wife gave her the Final Blessing

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dany-is-my-queen · 2 years ago

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A Question of Loyalty IX

Rhaenyra Targaryen x reader, Alicent Hightower x reader

Word count: 3.1k

@nnightskiess this one’s for you

Summary: When dragons of green and dragons of black dance, you have to choose the color that suits you best.

Your heart was heavy all the way back to the Capital. You struggled with a part of you that refused to head back and go to your Realm’s Delight.

But she wouldn’t be with you, she had her husband, she’s always had someone else.

You thought you were done with being so torn between them. Done with the drama that came along, but Gods be good, you were far from it.

Once inside the walls, you tried your best not to crop up too fazed, too sadden about the fact that this decision has cost you a lot.

Alicent scuttled to your room as soon as you walked through the gates, her entity beyond relieved that you didn’t break your promise. And to be honest, she wasn’t really anticipating a positive reply from Rhaenrya.

“Your Grace.” You saluted, glumness coloring you. You did attempt to disguise it, to no avail. Though you welcomed her presence with rapture.

She sprang into your arms before you could even register her steps. She then proceeded to grab your lips effervescently, she was a teenager once more.. tasting her all-time lady of her dreams. You reciprocated with the same energy, she felt so right.

“Pardon me, my lady. I missed you.” She apologized, flustered from her needy manners.

“I was only gone for a few days.” You joked. She caressed you as if your skin were made of the most fragile porcelain.

“You never know when they could be the last.”

“I missed you too.” You intertwined your hands and prepare to talk.

“How did it go? Given that you are here thanks the Gods, I believe categorically good for us?”

“Daemon did aim to throw me in the dungeons.”

“Of course Rhaenyra wouldn’t let that happen.”

“No. She wouldn’t. It’s better if we consult this with the small council.”

“Yes. We’ll be gathered later this afternoon. You want to repose?”

“My back would appreciate some rest, yeah.”

“I’ll you be then. See you later, Y/N.”

Maybe Alicent got the wrong impression that you were bothered by her person, so you decided to make her linger a bit longer.

“I thought you said you missed you?”

“I did.”

“You’re going.”

“I don’t want to disturb my lady’s rest.” She responded.

“Come to bed with me.” You didn't have to ask her twice for her to join you. Her head resting on your chest, your heartbeat her favorite melody. She was so happy to exist in this very moment, and so were you.

“Were you.. tempted to stay?” She asked. You closed your eyes, picturing the newborn. You knew then you couldn’t lie to her, thus, you spoke sincerely.

“Rhaenyra’s babe lives.” You glimpsed a genuine smile on her.

“How did she name her?”

“I’d have thought that something like Vysenia or Aemma would do.”

“She named her like you. Didn’t she?”

“She did.”

“Was it tempting?” Alicent’s voice trembled with soreness. You shifted your position to lock both your lips in a sweet manner, swiftly. “Don’t dodge my question, Y/N.” She said sharply. “It was.”

“I didn’t see my parents. Nor any of the children.”

“You weren’t introduced to the babe, then?” Alicent would’ve wager that Rhaenyra put you between a rock and a hard place while taking advantage to soften your heart at the sight of her newborn. She was surprised to learn that she didn’t.

“No. Rhaenyra despises me.”

“She could never despise you.”

“I wouldn’t be so certain.”

“You did the right thing, Y/N.”

Shortly after slumber took over Alicent, her breathing pumped composedly in her chest, where the palm of your hand was laying.

You wished right there and then that you could make her feel at ease forever, for you were worried about what could and would come next.

In the late afternoon, the small council chamber was bitterly cold, gelid. The candles were not enough to fill the vacuum that hovered over the room.

“I suppose my sister and her flock will be arriving anytime now to bend the knee.” Aegon spoke, the other members watched you expectantly, so did the Dowager Queen.

“The negotiating.. took part.” You apprehensively asserted.

“And?” Otto mouthed.

“She said we will have an answer soon.”

“No answer’s arrived.” He commented again. Your irritation grew more and more at his insistence.

“She claims the Targaryen princelings had been led into iniquity. And that she would pardon them, if they ask for her mercy.” You revealed. Alicent began fidgeting as usual but halted rapidly. Otto scowled.

“Does she honestly believe we’ll be crawling at her to beg for compassion for us? She’s gone mad.” Aegon angrily refuted.

“Aegon—, Your Grace, it’d be wise to consider all options. Rhaenyra does not wish to slaughter any of you. She wouldn’t—“

“Are you really advising the one true King of Westeros to abandon his crown and deliver it to the feet of the woman that would tear the Kingdoms asunder? And worse, after her would come her bastardly offspring. Not to mention Daemon would be the one pulling the strings regarding all the Realm’s affairs. We all know of his nature, of what he is capable. Perhaps the Princess might show buoyancy towards the matter, but I, we, doubt the Rogue Prince would do the same.” Otto stirred. “Not to mention this was late King Visery‘s dying wish. Can’t she respect her father’s last will?”

“What side are you even on, my lady?” Alicent inquired, she was fuming.

“Neither of us wish to see the Realm put to the torch.” You phrased.

“So, if we do not do as she bids, she’ll burn this city to the ground, and onto the next one?” Tyland Lannister spouted.

“She won’t.”

“Do you have any guarantees, lady Y/N? She has the full support of your father’s fleet, your mother’s dragon—“

“I’m hoping it won’t come to that. I know the Queen, my lord.” You bit your tongue at your blunder.

“Rhaenrya’s no Queen.” Alicent spat, her raucous voice was enough to send her discontent towards you, and the manner you were approaching the once princess.

“Her and..” The thought of y/n’s father got stuck in your throat as an acidulous, puncturing throb pierced you. You loathed Daemon, always have; but now it would seem that that hatred only escalated even further. “Daemon’s child, she lives. The news nigh caused her a miscarriage. We do not intend to become murderers of innocents.”

“If you’re so concerned about my sister and her family’s welfare, why don’t you fly back to them, uh?” Aegon taunted.

Otto narrowed his eyes at you because he was self assured that even if you were actually contemplating it, you wouldn’t do it.

Lord Wylde chimed in. “Lady Y/N’s parents are with the pretender. What’s the warranty that she won’t stab us in the back first chance she gets? What if she already sold her loyalty to the enemy? She even called her Queen. Who’s to say they didn’t orchestrate a plan to dethrone His Grace?” Otto was serene, knew you wouldn’t be so stupid to do something of that nature.

Alicent refrained peeping your way, too afraid to catch a note of doubt and that hurt you.

“I did nothing of the sort, lord Wylde. I am sworn to King Aegon. And I’m not the type of woman who stabs in the back.” You declared grievously, for it was legit, you had no intention of playing dirty and deceive the Greens, yet you wished you could aid to avoid mass homicide.

“Lord Flea Bottom would be the one ruling. We actually want that to occur? You are aware of how deals with things, my lady.” Ser Tyland pressed.

“Rhaenrya won’t give up her birthright that easily.”

“That’s why my daughter, the Queen, sent you, to treat with her. What a poor job you did. Achieved nothing and brought ultimatums to our doorstep. You care about her too much to retaliate the way you were suppose to.” Alicent finally looked straight your way. She was pissed off by her father, and by the truth of his statement.

She abandoned the chambers with hustle, felt her feet, head and emotions ablaze. You followed after her with the same pace, whilst the men left behind were trying to comprehend the Dowager Queen’s queer bearing.

“Alicent— Alicent wait!” She didn’t, in fact she quickened it. You cornered her, halting her from escaping you, you agilely propelled her against the cold panel, she groaned, the rubbing of your breasts against hers caused her to flustered, as if you haven’t been in this position before… perhaps she was merely afraid of someone walking in you.

“You still love her.” She formulated, barely inches away.

“There’s just one I love.” You sincerely shot.

She realized how childish she was behaving, yet she steered clear from your intense gaze. “You worry for her, care for her.”

“I do, Alicent. Of course I do. I’ll never stop caring about her.” You confessed, she squeezed her eyes harshly as you cupped her face.

“You do realize how that makes me feel?”

“I chose you. What else do you need as a proof? I’m telling you now, literally telling you you’re the one I want. I’ve showed you with actions, for I know they speak way louder than words. Isn't that sufficient for you?” You whined, guilt and shame poisoned her.

“It is, Y/N. It is. I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” But Alicent knew too well what did.

Prior Jace’s birth, prior the beginning of the inevitable, you basked in your life. Rhaenyra bore her heart and offered a sincere apology days ago, and Alicent was beyond happy that you decided to remain in the Keep.

You were touring the newest tapestries that were given as a gift from Braavos, these ones were not nearly as vulgar as the last ones though. You were viewing them alongside the Queen and Helaena.

“These are fine designs.” The delicate princess tried to touch them and you and Alicent giggled. She was hanging from your arms.

“I fancied the others better.” You both turned to see another silver head approaching. She wore a cheering smirk. “Your Grace, lady Y/N.” She saluted smoothly. “& princess Helaena. Good morning.”

“Morning, Rhaenyra.” Alicent replied without interest, even annoyed that she popped in to interrupt this moment.

“Princess.” You smiled warmly at her.

“Oh, how’s my little sister doing?” She gingerly kneaded her tiny arm, the baby reciprocated the affection with a tender look. “May I?” She requested to carry her in her own arms which Alicent consented, Helaena tangled her small body around her big sister for dear life, and appeared to enjoy being with her so much. “Aren’t you the loveliest girl there is? Look at those gorgeous baby blues!”

“Just like yours.” You lipped with joy.

“She got them from me, no questions asked. Excellent family trait.”

The interaction melted your heart, but made Alicent somewhat awkward.

“It was kind of the Sealords of Essos to deliver these fine presents. They are surely expecting one from us in return.” Alicent suggested, trying to make her presence noticed.

“They are not getting the lady they intend to pursue.” You chuckled modestly cause you knew she was alluding to you. Whoever else?

“The lady might be won over if offered something worth her while.” You quipped, Alicent clumsy frowned whilst Rhaenyra merely let out a chortle.

“Wouldn’t bet my heart on it.” She winked at you unabashedly. She peck Helaena on the forehead as she made her exit towards the other side of the yard. “My Queen, My Lady.” She emphasized the “my” as she sprinted away from you. You watched after her drooling, Alicent pretended she didn’t notice your everlasting infatuation, she managed so hard to keep a steady glance. She hid it well.

“So.. come over later to put Helaena to sleep? She adores your Valyrian lullabies.”

“I’ll be there.”

The afternoon rushed by and you were ready to leave for Alicent's quarters, for you knew that she never let her daughter out of her sight for a minute.

You stepped outside your door when a tepid hand enfolded your mouth. Your heart skipped a beat. Rhaenyra no longer could hold back her laughter at your stiffed body.

You gasped once she released her grasp. You nudged her and she laughed even harder.

“You startled me Rhaenyra!”

“Did I now?” She played coy lifting one of her eyebrows and folding her arms.

“Aye, you did. I thought I was getting snatched away.” You alleged supposedly furious, but you were not a half.

“You’re glad it was just me.”

“Nah. Wish it was someone else. That way I wouldn’t have to deal with your insufferable being.”

“Is that bad, huh?”

“Worse.” You kept on jesting. “What brings you here?”

“I came to steal you away.” She confessed effortlessly.

“Steal me?”

“I was planning on sending you a note inviting you to take a ride on our dragons, but I thought it would be much more convincing to deliver the message myself."

“I.. uhm. I’d love to.”

“But? C’mon Y/N.. it’s been ages since we took a flight together. I’ve missed it dearly.”

“So have I. I’d really love to join you but I promised Alicent I’d go to tend to your baby sister.”

“Your Princess will be heartbroken if you decline her invitation, you know? You don’t want to carry such burden. Trust me.”

“Basically she’s also my princess.”

“You want to please her?” And now you knew she was referring to Alicent.

“I want to spend time with both, Rhaenyra.”

“We barely spend any time alone anymore..”

You contemplated her for a fleeting second before giving in. “How could I deny something from my Realm’s Delight?”

“Don’t you dare.” And off you went to the Dragon Pit, pride on her countenance.

Surely Alicent wouldn’t really mind.. she’d understand. It's not as if you often stood her up.

“Ah! It feels just like the first time.”

“So fucking bold of you to get atop Syrax when you were only seven. What drove you?”

“Just wanted to impress a girl.”

“A girl?”

“Jealous?”

“Not at all. I know there’s only one girl you had pinned after.”

“Careful now. The wind might carry this information and place it in her ears. Imagine her commotion.”

“Rather excitement. Don’t you agree?”

“Do you think she’s enamored of me, as I am of her?”

“Go ask her. Make her spill the truth.”

All of the sudden Rhaenyra unfastened the belt that clenched her to her saddle, you widen your eyes as you tried to register her quick movements.

Thankfully, both Syrax and Silverwing were literally clashing their wings, Rhaenyra landed right on the back of your seat, also, thankfully your dragon was carrying two saddles. Gods, did Rhaenyra even made sure before launching herself into it?”

“Seemingly, I’m still as bold.”

“What in the seven hells Rhaenyra!” You screamed with your guts in your sleeve. “You could have fell. And what then? Uh? What then?”

“Relax, Y/N. Relax. I had it all calculated. Besides, sometimes you gotta take a leap of faith.”

“But what if—“

“There’s no what ifs here. I’m safely wrapped around your waist, am I not?” She amusingly countered.

“Please don’t do that again.”

“You think the lady I’m in love with would miss me that badly?”

“She.. she would. I’m confident she would.”

Rhaenyra was more than tempted to do things she ought not to.. things unfit of her. It’s been long since she had you all for herself without anyone in the way.

It was only her and you, and.. Silverwing. Syrax was flying around, like a personal guard, which you found enthralling.

You were rulers of the sky.

She resisted her desires.. her craving for you. She kept her hands in your lower stomach, frosting them into place halting them from roaming off to forbidden places. She wanted to take you right there, she would’ve in another time. Maybe she did, maybe the clouds were witnesses of an act of pure love and lust.. in another life.

“Gaomagon ao pendagon pōnta jāhor mazōregon issa hae pōja dāria skori se jēda māzigon?” (Do you think they will accept me as their queen when the time comes?)

“Pōnta jāhor emagon naejot. Nyke jāhor” (They will have to. I will.)

“Jāhor ao nykeōragon ondoso issa?” (Will you stand by me?)

“Va moriot.” (Always)

“Pār konīr’s daorun naejot zūgagon.” (Then there’s nothing to fear)

“Imagine a purple sky with freckled stars dangling all over. Not an afternoon, not a night.. just, something in between.” You said. Rhaenyra tightened her grip and tucked her head into your shoulder. You could feel her thick breathing in your neck, it was intoxicating you and for all the Gods you swore you’d stay up here for eternity.

“You beat all fantasies.. all phenomenas. You are a wonder yourself. An angel dressed in armor.” The princess let on, which caused you to flush as the dusk sun itself. Not even the cold air blowing was enough to extinguish the heat that rose in you. You felt so loved.

“That’s what your lady paramour would love to hear from you. Why waste such enchanting words on me?”

“I’m wonderstruck by the view that is you. I could literally spend the rest of my life watching you. If you need to win, then I’ll always gladly lose, if that means I get to be with you.”

Rhaenyra’s lips made you reach an endless heaven.

And for all it’s worth.. you wished you could command Silverwing to take you to that Island, steal her from your brother and marry her once and for all, for you knew she was bound to you with an incredibly, strongly force.

You know you’ve failed her.. you’ve broken your vow, you didn’t stand by her.

And she remembered.

The next morning, there was still no word from Dragonstone, and that worried you a lot.

You were summoned to Alicent’s quarters by Ser Criston, Lord Larys was just exiting her chambers with his usual creepy smirk. You paid him no heed as you entered them.

“Your Grace.”

“Aemond was instructed to go to Storm’s End, he’ll negotiate with Lord Baratheon to gain his support.”

“His support? His house is pledged to Rhaenyra.”

“So was my house, so were you. We need to secure every ally we can before she or Daemon does. They’ll start doing the same in no time, if not they’ve already began. We cannot appear to be weak nor taken by surprise.”

“I hope he strikes a good deal then.”

“He will. We are counting on him.” Alicent said.

You were a traitor.

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kingcunny · 7 months ago

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I think it's very possible Viserys was considering suicide in Ep 3. I think part of his impatience to have Rhaenyra married was he felt if she were "settled," he could go. ("I will not live forever. I wish to see you contented.") Heirs of her own would better secure her claim, she would have a husband and children to distract her, and she might even forgive him...for everything.

He's done his duty but providing a spare (soon to be two) to strengthen the line. Getting his heir married and her own succession settled is the last thing to tick off the list. And I think part of his anguish at the hunt is the slow realization that that's not enough. His lords are openly discussing her being replaced as heir, and he is her only champion. Her only protection--which both thrills and terrifies him. He can't rest yet. But if Aegon were heir, maybe he could? Rhaenyra might trade her crown for her freedom and happiness? She might eventually forgive him? Even remember him fondly?

And then she marries Laenor, and Viserys rapidly deteriorates. I think he was beginning to give up. But then Rhaenyra starts birthing brunettes, and that means his watch is not yet ended. So he hangs on for another 16 years or so. And it's when he sees Rhaenyra happy with her family with her position unambiguously affirmed, he can finally let go.

--EIHF Anon

oooh my GOD. this completely recontextualizes that entire episode. i had to go and rewatch it with this framing in mind.

hes done his duty to his grandfather. hes given the throne an heir. he has at least one spare thats safely out of SIDS territory (not that hed know that term, but the idea of it yknow). and another spare on the way Just in Case. hes tired. he wants to hang it up. he wants to see aemma and balerion and his parents again.

viserys cares a lot about his reputation, his legacy. he wants to be remembered fondly. he asks rhaenyra to join him on the hunt so he could give her one last good memory together, so they could be a family again, before hes gone. but she wont play along with his plans.

vis tries to match rhaenyra up with jason lannister to give her back what he took from her- a family. if he can find her a husband she likes, someone who can give her children and secure her own lineage and make her happy. maybe she can forgive him. if not in life then maybe once hes gone. once he knows shes taken care of. that she wont be so alone and angry anymore. but even jason is working under the assumption that aegon will be his heir, not rhaenyra. so there goes that plan too. he cant marry rhaenyra off to someone that isnt going to defend her like he would. he cant leave her alone and defenseless.

(also suicidal!vis makes me rethink his frustration with the stepstones being brought up. being reminded that hes leaving problems for rhaenyra? a sort of tongue-in-cheek, that wasnt his problem to begin with and it certainly wont be his to end?)

yknow that thing about how depressed people suddenly becoming very happy for no discernible reason is a warning sign theyve planned their suicide? how viserys seems in a better mood (at least in the beginning of the ep) than weve seen him in the last few episodes? and the reverse of that must also be true. viserys getting Very drunk because he realizes that he cant go yet. that he has to cancel his suicide. he has to stick around keep dealing with all this shit. (maybe a bit of a crisis of faith as well…)

and thats an interesting bit at the end. that maybe, like balerion, viserys ended up living longer than he shouldve. he continued to hold on past the point he shouldve died because he needed to stick around for rhaenyra. and once he feels like his family has made up, that rhaenyras position is secure, shes happy and safe. then he can finally let go.

#god sorry this has been in my drafts forever #viserys i targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #asks #hotd

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merlot-and-chardonnay · 4 months ago

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A Lark Among the Wolves and Dragons: Chapter 56

Masterlist

Chapter 55

I want to let y'all know right up front that Aemma ain't exactly going to go into a screaming match with her father just yet in case you were expecting that right away. I'm working out how to go around that, but the confrontation will happen, I promise you that. First we have the Driftmark petition...and the Greens coupe.

--------------back in Vergen------------------

"What troubles you so?" Geralt questions you the morning after your daughter's departure. Once again, you and the witcher had another night of passion together and here you were in the aftermath laying underneath the sheets; after all, who knows how long it would be until you see each other again as this was the day the two of would part ways for the time being.

"Nothing troubles me" you assure, sighing as lay your head back against the pillow. "Don't lie to me, (y/n)," Geralt gives you a stern look, "remember what Regis said about keeping your thoughts bottled up like that. Remember what that did to you during our trip to Nilfgaard."

You give a heavy sigh this time around, knowing your lover was right about that. "...I'm worried for Aemma," you confess to him. "I don't believe her father would try and harm her," Geralt tried to assure you, "you said it yourself once before." "That was 16 years ago, who know how much has changed since then," you point out, "and I'm not exactly worried about Daemon doing anything to her. I'm worried Aemma is going to do something reckless in this crusade of hers. She's clearly inherited my stubborn streak, and the way she reacted to my story, she has her father's temperament. That's not exactly an ideal combination."

Geralt was silent for a moment thinking on what you had just expressed to him. "Perhaps I could...delay my journey for a bit, follow her to Westeros at a distance," he suggests. "Geralt, no," you say wide eyed, "you still have a bounty on your head, you can't go anywhere near that place." "Besides," you continue, "I can't protect Aemma forever, especially now that she is grown. She'll have to realize sooner or later that her father is well protected. No one can touch him and force him to face justice."

Geralt nods somberly, knowing you had made your peace with that idea a long time ago.

"There's more," you add, "I...I'm not sure how I feel about her cousin Aemond. There's something off about that boy, I just can't quite put my finger on it." "How so?" "He...he reminds me a little too much of Daemon in some ways," you tell him, "he's a little more chivalrous, I'll admit, but it feels like he's wearing a mask...and there's something insidious hiding behind that mask. I...I don't think I like it."

"...I don't think your intuition would be off there," Geralt admits, which took you by surprise, "the whole time he's been here, been with Aemma, he was adamant about bringing her back home, by order of his mother the queen apparently. The way he went about it, I noticed, he would go out of his way to override her agency, even to the point if it meant dragging her back kicking and screaming."

"So it's not chivalry then," you realize, "that boy is a chauvinist." "What's the difference?" "There is a fine line somewhere, I can assure you...and it seems Aemond has crossed it where Aemma is concerned."

---------------Dragonstone-----------

"...Aemma?"

Daemon had a look of shock the moment he caught sight of his oldest daughter, someone he had not seen in years now. When it first was made known to the Rogue Prince that Aemma vanished without a trace, he was practically beside himself. He questioned his children as well as Rhaenyra's, he mounted Caraxes to search Dragonstone and Driftmark as well as the outskirts of the Crownlands and even the Riverlands, he sent letters to the major lords of the Seven Kingdoms, and had previous connections sent to Nilfgaard and Redania.

He heard nothing concerning Aemma for the next six years. Now seeing his missing daughter right before his eyes, Daemon had to blink twice to make sure this was not a dream.

Aemma stood there, steeling herself. She hadn't really given herself much time to properly prepare for this moment. She had played this scenario multiple times in her head during her flight to Dragonstone, how she intended to march up to her father, look him straight in the eye, sword in hands, and force him to tell her the truth of her mother now that she knew all the things he's done to the Lady of Larks. When Aemma actually made it to Dragonstone, she was more fixated with making up for lost time with her siblings and her stepmother that she didn't give it much thought.

But now that her father was back...she wanted to do all the things she planned, but Rhaenyra was present, and Aemma wasn't so sure what her stepmother would say or do, if she would even believe Aemma if she started pointing accusations at her own father.

So, Aemma stood where she was, practically frozen in place. She saw the look in her father's face, one that conveyed a myriad of emotions he was feeling such as relief, joy, happiness that his oldest daughter was back after years of him not knowing where she ran off too the last six years.

Daemon approached, Aemma felt herself flinched when he pulled her in for a hug. Daemon didn't seem to notice Aemma's passive resistance to this gesture. "Byka zaldrīzes," Daemon whispers. Aemma was almost certain she could hear the sobs in her father's voice as he pulled her close, nuzzling her hair. Aemma felt the bile rise to her throat, thinking about the hands that were wrapped around her.

The same hands that have been used to cause harm to her mother.

Out of sheer reflex, Aemma pushed her father away, Daemon now having a look of hurt on his face. "Uh, apologies, father," Aemma hastily says, "I'm uh, I was feeling smothered." Daemon soften a bit at the explanation. "Where have you been, little dragon? Wherever did you go? It's been six years."

Aemma wasn't sure what to say, so she used Daemon's question against him, "where have you been? I've been back to Dragonstone since this morning, I've been waiting for you." Daemon was silent for a moment, but decided to answer, "I was on the Dragonmount looking for eggs. I couldn't help but hear Cirillia has brought forth her first clutch." "She laid three eggs," Aemma confirms, "I gave one of them to Rhaena."

Daemon raised an eyebrow at that.

"Aemma," Rhaenyra steps in, "we...were just talking before you walked in, Daemon and I. I know you've just got back, but we need to begin making preparations for our trip to King's Landing." "King's Landing? What for?" Aemma's eyes widen a bit. Rhaenyra shared another glance at Daemon before she told her stepdaughter, "Vaemond Velaryon is heading to court as we speak. He plans to make a petition before the king-" "the Hand of the king," Daemon interjects, rolling his eyes. "...Vaemond intends to petition to inherit Driftmark upon Lord Corlys' passing."

"But, Lord Corlys is still alive and well, why would Vaemond do that?" Aemma frowns confused. "Corlys was gravely injured during battle in the Stepstones," Rhaenyra explains, "I know you were fond of the man, he considered you like one of his granddaughters. But there is a possibility he may not survive his injuries. His brother has now sought this as an opportunity to call Lucerys' legitimacy into question. Should he succeed..."

"I think I have some idea of what you are suggesting, mother," Aemma says. "We leave at first light," Rhaenyra informs, placing a comforting shoulder on Aemma, "Ill leave you to catch up with your father."

Aemma was now left with Daemon alone. This is it, Aemma thinks. This was the opportune moment to finally confront her father, make him confess the truth of his relationship to the Lady of Larks, how it was not the great romance he made it out to be, but one filled with poison.

"Father-" "I recall you didn't enter my previous question," Daemon brings up, "where were you all these years, Aemma? Do you have any idea how worried we all were?" "Father-" "Six years, Aemma," Daemon continues, taking closer steps towards his daughter, who was fighting the urge to step away from him, "Six years, you disappeared. Vanished without a trace, and we heard nothing from all this time. I was certain it was going to be a repeat of princess Area and Balerion, you remember that story, yes?" "Of course I do," Aemma says. "So," Daemon places a hand on Aemma's shoulder, giving her an indecipherable look, "where did you go?"

Aemma started to feel herself falter under her father's gaze. Part of her was wondering if Daemon was actually worried for her. Or was he worried she somehow discovered the truth since she was no longer under his control during this time? "I...I was..." Aemma wanted to yell at Daemon, make him confess his crimes...but with everything going on, with the Driftmark petition looking over their heads...would he end up taking his anger on Rhaenyra in some way if he refused to confess...if he chose to dig his heels in and insist angrily that he loved her mother. There were so many ways it could all go wrong.

Aemma looked into her father's eyes and saw a brief flashback of Daemon decapitating a man in the council room in front of another man. She saw the severed head the two brothers had brought to Daemon, which made her realize it was the bounty hunters who murdered Letho's witcher friend.

Aemma found herself remembering her mother's words in their previous conversation prior to leaving the Continent...

"No one is going to hold Daemon accountable for his actions...It doesn't matter what recourse there is, your father is not going to see justice. I know this."

"I..." Aemma began to stutter, "I uh...I was on...the Continent," she finally confesses. Daemon showed no change in emotion. No anger, no panicked look, nothing to betray what he was feeling the moment she made that confession. "the Continent?" "I...the events that happened on Driftmark had...left me distraught," Aemma explains, "I...ran off, I couldn't bear to stay in this place any longer. I wasn't thinking apart from that. And...I wanted to learn more about my mother. I tried to find people who once knew her." "Where exactly did you go?" Daemon questions. Aemma had to think about it for a moment. She couldn't tell him about meeting Vesemir or living in Kaer Morhen. She certainly couldn't tell him about her mother, Geralt, Ciri, or even Jaskier.

"I...I went to Nilfgaard," Aemma provides for an answer, "or at least I tried to, but I got lost. I traversed the Continent. I met people. I had hoped they would tell me more about my mother." "...did they?" Aemma shakes her head, "...no. They didn't have anything more to say of the Lady of Larks than I already knew. It turned out to be nothing more than a wild goose chase. I'm sorry I caused you worry all these years. I'm sorry I ever doubted your love for my mother."

Daemon raised an eyebrow at that. Last time Aemma tried asking him about her mother, she was questioning the story he told her as a child. Now it seemed she had drunk the proverbial nightshade once again. He pulled Aemma into another hug, this time she didn't flinched or tried to push him away, "I'm just glad you had returned to us. You are home now, little dragon. Where you belong."

"We should ready for our journey on the morrow," Aemma tells him. Maybe this would not be the best place to confront him here. But perhaps after the petition she could talk to the king, and have him force a confession out of Daemon.

"Sleep well then, my sweet girl," Daemon says, placing a kiss on Aemma's head. "Father," Aemma calls out as Daemon walks away, "did...you said you loved my mother...did she love you?" Daemon was silent for a brief moment before he gave his answer, "your mother loved me in her own special way. She was my Little Lark after all."

Once again, Aemma felt the bile rise to her throat when she recalled the way Eredin called her that, how her father's voice echoed each time the elf king said those words.

The moment Daemon was out of sight, Aemma felt her knees falter, causing her to lose balance. She clung to the table, keeping from falling flat completely. She felt her breath become shallow, almost as if she were having a panic attack. How could her father, after all these years, still maintain the lie he's told her since she was a tot, all without remorse, all without so much as blinking an eye?

It felt like forever, but Aemma was able to regain her composure and get back on her feet. She felt her legs carry her to her old chambers so as to rest for the coming days ahead.

On the way there, she heard voices coming out of Rhaena's room. The door was cracked open slightly, so Aemma took a peak. She saw Rhaena on the floor along with Jace and Luke playing a card game of some kind. Aemma's eyes widen when she realized what the game it was they were playing.

"Is that what I think it is?" Aemma walks in, getting her siblings' attention. "Aemma," Luke greets, "Rhaena has been teaching us how to play Gwent." "I'm surprised by you, sister," Aemma admits.

"Well it is a fun game once you get the hang of it," Rhaena tells her, "besides, since I no longer had Baela to beat me each game, I had an opportunity to educated lesser opponents," the young princess puts her card down, winning the game. "Fine," Jace exasperates, putting his deck down in defeat.

Aemma giggled, remembering the look Rhaena having a similar look when Baela would best her at Gwent. "Mayhaps, dear sister, you are now ready to face a worthier opponent then?" Aemma suggests, pulling out her own deck of cards. "You've have your own?" Luke asks surprised. "I was able to find people to play for cards on the Continent," Aemma admits, shuffling and placing her deck of cards before Rhaena, "I've been honing my skill the last skills, let's see if yours holds a candle to mine." As much as Aemma was happy to spend time with her sister and stepbrothers, Aemma hoped this time with them would be keep those dark thought she had at bay for the time being. She would have to wait till they reach King's Landing tomorrow, where she would go to the king and tell him what she knew.

---------the next day--------------

Daemon and Rhaenyra departed at first light by ship along with Rhaena, Joffery, Aegon, and Viserys. Jace, Luke, and Aemma had elected to fly to King's Landing on their dragons.

Aemma had already seen Arrax when she first flew back to Dragonstone, but she was also quite impressed that Vermax had grown quite a substantial amount since she was gone, the green dragon being nearly as big as Cirillia. Flying passed the Dragonmount, part of Aemma had began to wonder which of the dragons had laid with Cirillia to produce her first clutch. Arrax was a little young. Vermax could've been one possible candidate, though maybe he was a little small to be mounting Cirillia. Other possible nest mates could've included Caraxes. But what if the wild dragons took a chance? It couldn't have been the Cannibal as he would've killed Cirillia afterwards. Vermithor is fiercely loyal to his nest mate Silverwing, so it couldn't have been him. What if it was the dragon Sheepstealer? Rhaena did mention Cirillia was eating a lot more sheep during this time, perhaps Sheepstealer had taken sheep to her for food. The trio flew passed a larger dragon flying over the sea, practically skimming the waters.

Aemma decided to try something, closing her eyes and muttering the incantations Phillipa taught her. She opened her eyes to see her far vision was better than before. She was seeing through Cirillia's eyes once again. From this point of view she could get a good look at the dragon skimming the water, and recognized him to be Seasmoke. Cirillia called out to him and surprisingly Aemma heard Seasmoke call back. Was Seasmoke that one who put the eggs into Cirillia?

Aemma pushed those thoughts aside once her vision was back to normal. She kept focused on the journey ahead as she flew alongside her stepbrothers towards King's Landing.

-------------King's Landing-------------

Aemma had Cirillia fly up ahead of her stepbrothers as they got closer to King's Landing. Aemma hadn't seen the place in so long, she felt the need to explore to see what has changed and what has remained the same.

During her detour, she noticed a large shadow was cast over the two of them. Aemma looked up to see it was Vhagar. Aemma guides Cirillia to fly upwards so as they were both aside the older she-dragon now. Sure enough Aemma saw her cousin astride the old dragon. "Aemond!" She calls out, to which Aemond looked over. Aemma waves at him before guiding Cirillia to fly off towards the Dragon Pit. The Dragon Keepers were clearly surprised to see Cirillia as well as her rider as she dismounted. They greeted the princess in Valyrian before guiding Cirillia into the pit. Cirillia seemed a little hesitant to enter, however. Aemma couldn't exactly blame Cirillia; after spending six years flying freely on Dragonstone, the confines of the pit probably didn't seem all that appealing to her anymore. "Lykiri, Cirillia," Aemma places a comforting hand on her dragon, "it will be alright." Cirillia was still reluctant, but eventually she allowed the Keepers to lead her inside.

--------------the Red Keep-----------

With the arrival of the rest of the family, Aemma accompanied them to the courtyard. Aemma stood by Rhaena's side, right behind their father.

Aemma didn't quite feel much sense of homecoming in King's Landing as she had on Dragonstone. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that the bulk of her beloved family was on Dragonstone. The only person she could think of looking forward to again here was her cousin Helaena. She thought of Aemond, but remembered they didn't exactly part on the best of terms when they parted ways on the Continent.

Although Aemma had heard Rhaenys had flown to court earlier, and accompanying the older woman was Baela. Aemma was quite excited to see her other sister again, though she couldn't help but wonder how Baela would feel about seeing Aemma again; much as she knew Baela loves Aemma very much, she might not be as forgiving as Rhaena was about Aemma leaving and causing her sisters worry.

Unfortunately, there was not as grand a welcome as was expected for the Princess of Dragonstone and her family. Only person who bothered to show up for the most part was Ser Steffon Darklyn to announce the arrival of Rhaenyra and her consort Daemon. No one else bothered to welcome the princess, not the king, queen, the hand of the king, and no one from the Small Council.

After some uncomfortable time of waiting, the doors to the Red Keep opened, and the family was welcomed inside, escorted by the Lord Caswell.

First thing Aemma noticed when she entered the Holdfast was how much the interior had changed since she was gone. The Targaryen Heraldry clearly replaced with emblems and symbols of the Faith of the Seven- the dominant Faith of Westeros and the Seat of Power for House Hightower.

Clearly, Aemma wasn't the only one who noticed the 'subtle' changes as well, as she saw the looks of disgust on Rhaenyra and Daemon's faces.

Rhaenyra had her children dismissed while she and Daemon went to see the king, whom Aemma remembered was in failing health. Seeing the king would have to wait, so Aemma elected to follow Jace and Luke, whom were eager to see if that hole in the courtyard was still there from that time when Luke thought he could handle Ser Criston's Morningstar.

Sure enough, when they did reach the courtyard, said hole was still there. Luke had a certain look on his face when Jace was reminiscing on that particular memory. "Something on your mind, Lucerys?" Aemma asks with concern. "...people keep staring at us...at me," Luke points out. Aemma looked to see people in the courtyard making not-so-subtle looks at her stepbrothers. Aemma understood what Luke was talking about.

"Just try and ignore them," Aemma encourages. "I can't," Luke shakes his head, "it's just...no one would question me being heir to Driftmark if...if I looked more like Ser Laenor Velaryon then Ser Harwin Strong." "Doesn't matter what THEY think," Jace confidently assures.

The conversation was interrupted by a sparing match in the courtyard. Aemma, Jace, and Luke go to investigate. Aemma recognized it to be Aemond engaging in a sparring session with Ser Criston. Aemma looked over to see Ivan was present among the spectators, both he and Criston were back in their Kingsguard armor and Ivan had his scarf tied back around his ears again. It appears Ivan was still keeping his elven heritage secret and Criston- for the time being- was keeping that secret to himself.

Aemond had an intense look on his face as he kept focus, and Aemma had to wonder if this was her cousin working desperately to hone his skill as a warrior, especially considering his time on the Continent showed he still had ways to go from the way the one-eyed prince had his ass handed to constantly by witchers and elves of all sorts.

Aemma noted that Aemond's stances were a little more rigid, not as fluid as the training she had under Vesemir. Of course, Aemma was trained to fight monsters. Aemond was training in fighting people.

Aemond was eventually able to get the upper hand and found an opening in Criston's defense. The spectators cheered at the prince's victory. "Well done, my Prince," Criston congratulates, "you'll win tourneys in no time." "I don't give a shit about tourneys," Aemond says, before turning his attention to Jace and Luke, "Nephews...have you come to train?"

The intense look Aemond had for his nephews did not go unnoticed by his cousin. Aemma figured Aemond still held a grudge after that night on Driftmark. If she told him what really happened that night, would he listen to him, turn his wrath towards her instead?

The contemplation was interrupted by the gates opening with the arrival of Vaemond Velaryon. Aemma didn't notice the small smirk Aemond made as Vaemond entered the courtyard.

Chapter 57

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