#jacaerys velaryon oneshots

[murdocksdaughter]

bath tub - j.v

jacaerys velaryon x wife!reader (18+)

summary: jace thought a bath would relieve from his day, in fact what he needed was his wife

warning: nsfw, smut, MINORS DNI porn with no plot, bathtub sex, piv sex, oral (fem receiving), no use of y/n vocal jace, again there is no plot

a/n: i wrote this in one sitting and did very little edit, I was rabid enjoy tho. also thank you @princessvelaryon for encouraging me to post this.

xoxo hope

Jacaerys sank into his tub, water scalding to the touch but he welcomed it. He rolled his head back and let out a small moan. As his muscles relaxed he sat there a while letting the stress of the day soak off. The aroma of oils and soaps surrounded him. 

Jacaerys just soaked in the tub for what felt like hours. Waving off servants who have come to wash him off. But he needs this time alone. To just be with no worship for the mere fact he is breathing. He sunk further into his tub, letting his hair absorb the water. 

The door creaked open and Jacaerys raised his hand to wave off whoever entered his room. “No need, I'm still soaking.” 

“Then might I join you, My Prince?” 

Jacaerys knew that voice belonged to his wife. “My love, what are you doing?” he hung his head back to look up at you. Dressed in floor length cream colored chemise. You smiled down at widley. 

“Come check on you. Caught word that you had a difficult day, how is your bath fairing…?” You sank to her knees and rested her arms on the  edge of the tub. “Just fine…” He hummed, turning his head to follow your movements. 

“Good,” You replied, your fingers ghosted along the water in the tub. 

“Such the life of a ruler, well future one…” Jacaerys sighed. You nodded, your gaze softened further as  she took note of his pained expression. 

“No need to work yourself up,” you reached to raked your fingers through his soaked curls. Jacaerys hummed, closing his eyes and smiled. “I will let you bathe and I shall return later.” 

He shook his head and sat up, grabbing her hand. “No, I want you to stay. Talking to you is doing more for me than this bath.” 

You smile, “If you insist, Lord Husband.”

“Enough of that, you know I hate it.” Jacaerys huffed. A giggle left your lip as you kissed the side of your husband’s head. “Whatever you say, Lord Husband.” 

He playful glared at you and gained a wider smile for you. It softened the Prince’s heart. You made the world disappear, his mind went blank for the exception of his wife. “You’re the most lovely woman, the loveliest.” He reaches up to kiss your lips. “Your beauty can only equate to that of a goddess.”

“You flatter me too much.” 

“No, I mean it. The old valyrian gods created you in their vision.” He whispered before kissing you again deeply. You whimpered softly at the pressure. “Join me.” he whined against her lips. 

You felt like she fell under a spell with his kiss. You  nodded, climbing into the water and straddled your husband’s lap. Your cream chemise quickly billowed in the water. Jacaerys pushed his hands up her sides pushing the dress up with it. “This is in the way,” He quipped. 

You giggled while taking it off. Jacaerys sat it up quickly kissing the valley between your breasts. He squeezed her sides kissing up to her collarbones. 

“Jace….” you whispered out. He hummed in response. Although they have been married for some time Jacaerys was not rid of enjoyment seeing your bare body. He much enjoyed basking in her beauty lit under candlelight. 

Jacaerys leaned up to kiss you again. His hands now on her thigh, he guided you higher up his lap. You could feel his hard cock underneath her and the small hiss that escaped Jacaerys’ lips when she brushed against it. 

“I can no longer wait.” he whined. You nodded and positioned yourself to sink down onto his cock. The two both moaned loudly, foreheads pressed together. Your fingers gripped Jacaerys’ biceps. 

Fully seated on his cock you let a soft whine adjusting yourself.

“Gods be merciful…” Jacaerys babled as head dropped to your shoulder. You giggled as you teased rolling your hips forward. Jacaerys rambled further, his grip on your thighs tightening. You continued the motion raising up your hips a bit.

You tangled his fingers into his curls, pulling your body flush against his. Their movements grew to be more frantic, Jacaerys matching the rhythm of his wife. One arm moved to hold your waist and the other held the edge of the tub. The displaced water pooled on the floor around them. 

Echos of pleasure filled the room. You started to fall limp on Jacaerys' hold. His cock hitting the most pleasure point inside her. The repeated motion dragged further into your husband’s spell. It was your turn to let out babbles of satisfaction into his ear. Singing his praises between moans and whines. 

He kissed and sucked along your chest, covering  your skin with small red bruises and bite marks. He thrusted up into her groaning softly at the way she contracted around him. The light pressure around his cock felt heavenly. 

“You feel amazing. By the Gods Jace...” You whined. Both of them felt so wrapped up in each, their gazes meeting. 

“You’re squeezing me so tight,” Jacaerys stuttered out. 

You moaned out as your hips moved faster against him. The pressure in her stomach built. “I’m so…Jace…” your half finished sentence was a sure tell sign that you were close to your peak. It spurred Jacaerys on as he thrusted into you with more intensity. He lived to see his wife lose in pleasure. You looked beautiful atop of him, your head rolling back as you used his body for yourself. 

“You’re gorgeous. Come for me my love.” He leaned up and grabbed your check to bring your face to his. “I need it. I need you to fall apart for me. Your pleasure is my pleasure.” He whispered into your ear, pairing it with a few harsh thrusts. 

You moaned at his words clenching around his cock. The piercing pressure in your lower stomach intensified. As your rhythm became sporadic, desperation filled your movements. Chasing you high with sounds of water crashing and you cried . 

Jacaerys could feel his orgasm building rapidly watching his wife. With both their releases on the horizon the room sounded like a pleasure house. Both babbling lose in their own needs. 

Your legs started to shake as you started to tip over the edge. Your body tensed, contracting tightly around your husband as you rode out your peak. Moaning loudly like a girl losing your maidenhead. Your voice was shrill, reflecting more of a cry than a moan. This sight pushed Jacaerys into his orgsam. He rested his head on your chest grunting and nail’s digging into your skin. 

Both fell limp into each other’s holds. Jacaerys peppered kisses along your shoulder. 

“I will never tire of that. Will you let me taste you?” He whispered on your skin. 

“Jace…we just….” Your protest fell from your lips as he massaged your breast in his calloused hands. “Are you an insatiable beast?” You finally whine as Jacaerys kisses further down your body. 

 “I am a dragon, remember? I am restless.”  He jokes.

“A dragon that will be the death of me but gods…” Your voice got stuck in your throat, tripping up on your own words. 

“I want to taste myself on you, please, that's all I ask.” Jacaerys whined ignoring your halfhearted quip. 

You knew you were protesting for no reason. You loved the feeling of your husband between your thighs. It was his perfected skill and it sent you reeling each time. 

You had to stop herself from clenching around her husband at the thought. “Oh gods, yes, yes, please…” you whined.

Jacaerys smiled, pulling you up and carrying you to the table next to the tub. He cleared the soaps and oils to sit you on it. He knelt down holding your thighs apart. 

With a kiss pressed against your clit you shrieked. Jacaerys smiled before pressing his tongue flat against you. Slowly licking up his seed that leaked out. He dragged his tongue up to your clit. Suck on it drawing out a cry. 

You bucked your hips but Jacaerys held your hips in place. As he slipped his tongue into her. He was desperate for another orsgam to come from her. He felt so desperate to please his wife. All stress and worry from the day fully cease to exist between his wife's thighs. If he could die between them he would take that fate happily. 

You had one hand gripping the table and one tangled in his hair. Trying your best to guide and control Jacaerys’ frantic movements. But he was uncontrollably lapping at you from inside. Rubbing his nose against your clit. He practically suffocated himself as he delved into the pursuit of your satisfaction. 

It did not take long until you bent over as your second orgasm washed over you. You felt tears in your eyes as you shook. Only repeating Jacaerys’ name through pants and sobs. Jacaerys pulled away slowly looking up at you. Eyes wide, pleased with the reaction he drew from you. 

You looked at him, his lower face painted with both of their orgasms. “Jace…” You whispered. “You’ll need another bath.”

“Only if you join me?” 

You shook your head, “No, if I stay you’ll make a mess of things again. And I am in need of a bath now…” Jacaerys pouted but rose to his feet, acknowledging he was right.

“We can continue later if you are still so insatiable my love.” You smiled slyly. Jacaerys pursed his lips eyeing his wife. 

“I’ll drop by your chambers later…” He whispered into his ear as he handed you a robe. 

[diamantar]

FAMILIA Y DEBER

→ Jacaerys Velaryon x Hightower!OC [Alessia Hightower]

✦ Sinopsis: En la infancia fueron amigos y ahora deben decidir si rebelarse o aceptar las responsabilidades.

✦ Advertencias: Angst / Fluff.

✦ Palabras: 1361

✦ Nota: Apenas encontré el gif pensé que estaba viendo a Jacaerys y la inspiración surgió de inmediato. Además, Olivia Hussey en su rol de Julieta es perfecta para interpretar un familiar Hightower o ser hija de Rhaenyra y Harwin ♡

—Señorita Hightower.

La mujer dejó de observar el suelo y frenó antes de chocar con el muchacho que paraba en frente, durante unos segundos dudando de quién era hasta que los rasgos comenzaron a ser familiares.

—¿Jacaerys? —preguntó amagando a fruncir el ceño.

Que le reconociera hizo que inclinara la cabeza en aprecio, los irises femeninos brillando en emoción ante la confirmación.

—Los años transforman rápido a los jóvenes, ¿verdad?

—¡Ahora me superas en altura! —rió encantada estirando los brazos para sostenerle las manos—. ¿Qué haces en Desembarco del Rey? Nadie avisó que visitarías.

—Fue una decisión de último momento —aclaró suave, sus dígitos yendo a cerrarse en las palmas contrarias.

—¿Llegaste con Vermax? —preguntó ilusionada, y el Velaryon asintió—. Debe haber crecido tanto como tú, ¡apuesto que está irreconocible!

—Ciertamente, su desarrollo anual es exagerado.

—Recuerdo que siempre fue una característica especial de él.

—Hasta hoy lo sigue siendo.

—¿Qué te trae a la Fortaleza Roja? —indagó acariciándolo con un pulgar.

—Deseaba ponerme al día con a mi antigua compañera de juegos, demasiados años han pasado sin saber del otro.

Alessia sonrió con nostalgia y descendió la mirada, memorias surgiendo y esparciendo agradables sentimientos.

—Poco ha sucedido en mi vida, de seguro tienes más para contar.

—¿Es así? ¿Incluso cuando he oído que te han comprometido? —fingió inocente, aunque demasiado frío.

La femenina tensó las facciones y presionó los labios, enseguida asintiendo mientras le veía ansiosa.

—¿Cómo sabes?

—Nada corre más rápido que los rumores… En todo caso, la verdad llegó cuando ofrecí mi mano y fui rechazado indicando que ya estabas pactada a los Arryn.

—¿Qué? —preguntó arrugando el entrecejo, de pronto queriendo liberarse y notando como él le agarraba con más fuerza.

—¿Otto Hightower, tu padre, no informó de mi propuesta? ¿Tampoco tu hermana?

—Nadie consultó conmigo.

—Lástima.

Alessia bajó la mirada y observó las ropas del Velaryon, su atención hallándose desorientada en los pensamientos que corrían ante la impactante novedad. El corazón se encogió por la oportunidad desperdiciada de un futuro mejor, una vida al lado de un hombre que conocía y podría tratarla decente.

—De jóvenes nos llevábamos bien, te habría escogido si hubiera tenido oportunidad.

Jacaerys guardó silencio y analizó la postura de la Hightower, la cual no enseñaba más que contrariedad y tristeza.

—Aún no has dado tus votos, puedes cambiar el destino.

Ella pareció animarse un momento, pero después encogió los hombros y se soltó de él.

—¿Por qué casarte conmigo cuando estamos en bandos enfrentados? —cruzó los brazos tratando de escudarse.

—Nuestras familias pelean, pero nosotros no, te aprecio igual que antes —aclaró con secreta preocupación por el tema que trajo a conversación.

—¿Cómo podría dejar a Alicent o a mis sobrinos? Me necesitan —excusó, inevitablemente pensando en los jóvenes que vivían en un estrés constante por alcanzar las expectativas de su padre y hermana.

—¿Estás de acuerdo con que usurpen el trono de mi madre y, por consecuencia, el mío? —soltó, y ella le miró absolutamente ofendida.

—¿Cómo te atreves? —gruñó en el proceso de cerrar las manos en puños.

—Lo siento, no es lo que realmente quería decir —aclaró sacudiendo la cabeza completamente frustrado.

—¿Entonces? Porque lo único que puedo pensar es que quieres arruinar el compromiso para evitar una alianza.

—Todo lo contrario, quiero que nosotros nos asociemos —indicó agarrándola de los brazos y acercándose unos pasos.

—No obtendrás nada de los Hightower, me considerarán una traidora y tu plan habrá sido en vano —contestó sintiendo que aire faltaba, la presión en el pecho incrementando a cada segundo.

—¿Ni siquiera con la posibilidad de que seas reina? —preguntó, la desesperación evitando que pensara con claridad.

—¿Qué importancia tiene un consorte contra un rey en el Trono de Hierro?

Los labios de Jacaerys fueron incapaces de discutir la certeza, frustración consumiéndolo desde las profundidades y, sin pensar, estrechando a Alessia contra él. El movimiento fue rápido y bruto por la necesidad, así que ella se quejó y peleó, pero pronto correspondió y apreció la breve calma que el contacto otorgó.

—Nunca dejé de quererte —confesó el Velaryon acariciándole la espalda.

—Estar contigo significa dejar y enfrentar a mi familia mientras tu continúas con la tuya, si realmente me deseas como esposa… la pérdida debe ser para ambos.

Aquella condición, sensata e igualitaria, espinó el corazón de Jacaerys y entendió el sufrimiento de Alessia al pedirle que dejara todo por él. Frunció el ceño y cerró los ojos pensando lo que realmente quería en el futuro, lentamente alejándose de ella y rozándole el rostro.

La femenina lo miró y luego bajó los parpados entregándose al tacto, de aquella manera recordando cada sensación confiando en que sería la última vez que lo vería. El calor de su palma y la textura de una mano entrenada para luchar y montar dragones la hicieron temblar, de pronto apreciando como él respiraba demasiado cerca.

—Te amo.

Alessia no pudo responder o mirarle cuando ya la estaba besando, ambas manos ciegamente yendo a sostener las contrarias en un vago intento de frenarlo. El toque fue mínimo e increíblemente delicado, casi tratándola como cristal, y ella no pudo más que quedarse de pie mientras su corazón se descontrolaba.

La conexión fue profunda y casi sintió sus almas enredarse, al separarse no pudiendo más que verlo increíblemente impactada.

—Jacaerys… —murmuró, desorientada buscando alguna respuesta en los ojos chocolate.

—Si dejo todo atrás, ¿estarías conmigo?

Frío bajó por la espalda femenina y la implicación pesó, alivio y miedo mezclándose en lo que ofrecía.

—¿Dices en serio? —frunció el ceño, una mano tomándolo de la ropa para asegurarse que no desapareciera como una ilusión—. ¿Qué pasa con Rhaenyra y tus hermanos?

—Lucerys tomará mi lugar y Joffrey heredará Marcaderiva, mi madre… ella tiene a Daemon, y me aseguraré que sepa que estoy bien.

—Es… Es una locura, no sé… ¿Realmente puedes dejar tus responsabilidades?

Alessia negó temerosa y dudó cómo él podía decidir aquello con tanta rapidez, ya que la idea de incumplir con su familia la hacia sentir tremendamente mal.

—Sé lo que te carcome, de verdad —indicó en el proceso de acariciarle ambas mejillas con los pulgares—. ¿Cuándo tiempo tienes antes de la boda?

—Casi dos meses —respondió, de vuelta oyéndose como si le faltara el aire.

—Tomémonos una semana y pensemos, ¿de acuerdo? —ofreció comprensivo—. Una parte de mí está lista para volar contigo y nunca volver, pero amo a mi familia al igual tú a la tuya, así que consideremos todas las ventajas y desventajas antes de actuar.

La Hightower asintió de inmediato y las piedras en su pecho desaparecieron, la oportunidad de analizarlo y planificarlo llenándola de seguridad.

—Mantengámonos en contacto y expresemos nuestras opiniones, en conjunto podremos arreglarlo.

—Absolutamente —sonrió, el nuevo espíritu que enseñaba logrando calmarlo.

Aprovechando el agarre en el otro, ambos se inclinaron a unir sus bocas y sellaron la promesa de dar lo mejor para llegar a un buen resultado.

—Aún me sorprende que viajaras a quí ante la noticia de mi compromiso.

—¿Cómo no hacerlo? De todos modos, fue egoísta de mi parte pensar que todo iría a mi favor y pacíficamente dejarías a tu familia —suspiró con malestar—. Lo lamento.

—Ahora estamos en la misma página y eso es lo que importa —sonrió acariciándole la mejilla.

Jacarys inclinó la cabeza en señal de que no dejara de tocarlo y la mujer rió suave, nuevamente apreciando lo que había cambiado en todos los años que no se vieron.

—La noche está cerca y no deseo ser interrogado sobre mis actividades, debo volver —anunció el primogénito.

—Entiendo —suspiró, las comisuras de su boca inconscientemente bajando en una expresión triste—. Mañana mismo te escribiré, no quiero volver a perderte.

—Aguardaré con ansias —prometió melancólico, el marrón de sus ojos enseñando lo mucho que deseaba llevarla con él.

—Yo también, no tardes en responder.

El Velaryon asintió y lentamente la tomó de la cintura, ella aguardando expectante y conteniendo mariposas en el estómago cuando juntó sus frentes.

—Avisa ante cualquier inconveniente, vendré con Vermax y te sacaré del apuro. No lo olvides.

—Lo prometo —confirmó cerrando los ojos.

Hundiéndose en el momento y el abrazo del otro, en aquel pequeño rincón de la Fortaleza Roja, se sentían listos para dejar todo por el otro.

[mrscarpenter]

BED CHEM

Jacaerys Velaryon x Dornish!reader

Summary: The Prince gets send to gain a powerful alliance that the house targaryen has wanted for a long period of time, and he stumbles upon you. A gorgeous dornish queen.

Includes/warnings: dornish!reader this is probably horribly written so thats a warning in itself, not proof read but i believe Y/N has been used on multiple occasions. Did not give reader a description other than female & dark black curls. There is an age gap in this (reader is 16, jacaerys is 19, but it is never actually mentioned) like i said, not proof read, if you see any spelling errors feel free to point them out!

🪐notes: idk much abt the dornish, especially not in this timeline/au so please ignore any mistakes. Jace is not engaged to baela in this. :)

from my short & sweet collection

You were standing in the hall of your castle in SunSpear. Waiting for the arrival of the prince Jacaerys Velaryon, heir to the iron throne and prince of DragonStone. Or he would be, had King Aegon Targaryen not usurped the iron throne.

The weather in Dorne was always exceptionally hot, so you wore a sheer gown. One thing about the Dornish was that you were not ashamed of anything, especially not what the gods had given you. The dress was a dark blue, with red and gold detailing, your long black curls hanging loosely over your shoulders.

Once you saw the prince arrive, you stood up straighter, clearing your throat silently, allowing a faked smug expression to fall upon your face.

“Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, to what is the pleasure of your presence owed?”

It was all a different environment to what he was used to at DragonStone. The strong breeze of hot air, the lack of thick winter-like clothing, the more exposed body, the tanned skin... it was all such a strange sight to a prince accustomed to the cold. He bowed gently towards the young Queen of Dorne, and looked at her dress. He admired the work that her seamstresses had to do to look so good on her.

“A pleasure indeed, my lady. May we chat inside? It is quite hot here, I confess.”

you nod curtly. “Of course. i am afraid i am in a bit of a hurry though, many important matters to attend.” You point out a hand, allowing him to walk beside you as you walk up the steps into the castle.

Jacaerys follows you, watching the way you walk and the environment surrounding the palace. The hot air, the sun, the tanned skin.

He looks over at you, trying to figure out more about the queen of Dorne. “You are quite young, my lady. Not that I'm much older, but tell me what's it like being queen so young?”

“I am quite used to it. I have been Dorne’s ruler since i was 6 summers old. The Dornish are respectable people, and very direct. It hasn’t always been easy, but it felt natural.” You spoke.

Jacaerys nodded as you walked, thinking it was somewhat impressive someone that young could ever rule. He smiled slightly at your comment.

“I can see the directness in you already, if you'll forgive my boldness. You don't seem like you're the type of woman to beat around the bush, are you?”

Jacaerys was trying to figure you out, as any man with an interest in women would do. He walked beside you as you both spoke, trying to gauge his chances.

after a few seconds you speak up “No, i indeed am not. And i do not expect anyone else to either, if i step on anyone’s toes with my words, they are not company i should keep.”

That comment made Jacaerys smile, appreciating your honest nature. He couldn't deny how attractive blunt honesty was, especially in a place where everyone was so used to keeping secrets and making alliances all the time. “So you speak plainly?”

He knew women with bluntness often became some of the most interesting ones. And a queen, with an attitude like that, made a very intriguing proposition. As curious as your boldness made him, he couldn't deny his physical interests.

That dress... Gods...

You bring him out of his thoughts with your reply. “Yes i speak plainly, and so should you, Prince Jacaerys.” You spoke softly, almost gentle-like. It was very refreshing.

Jacaerys took a long look at your body, his eyes slowly glancing at the details of your dress. The way the skirt of the dress swayed with your movements and how the gown itself left little to the imagination. The way your curly locks dangled and moved. The way your skin shone with the sun's blessing...

His gaze finally returned to your face, the soft features combined with the dark eyes and long wavy hair. He couldn't deny what was crossing his mind right now. Your blunt nature, combined with the way you looked, was certainly making him wish for things.

He couldn't help himself, as he took another look at you, before finally speaking. “That must come in handy for a queen like you, my lady. You're much less... complicated than one would expect from a ruler.”

Jacaerys approached one step closer, his eyes still locked on yours.

“If I may ask, are you married or betrothed by any chance?”

Your blunt words, your direct manner, and your pretty face only encouraged his desires. And it seemed the prince was rather blunt with his intentions as well.

Your eyes locked with his, as he asked the question you were certain was coming.

Of course, he must be interested in some deal. Just like any man, the prince wouldn't be able to simply let a beautiful young queen pass by.

You took a moment to think, wondering what to share.. or perhaps hide. "No, my prince. I am unmarried."

The corner of Jacaerys' mouth curled into a small, cocky smile. "Oh, is that so?"

A hint of teasing was clear in his voice, his eyes still looking for something in yours.

"Well, I suppose that does have some upsides."

He took another step closer, until he was at an arm's distance. The young prince could smell the scent of the air in Dorne, the sun-kissed skin, and the expensive perfumes of a queen. "Tell me, how might a man catch the interest of the queen of Dorne?"

The prince's voice had the tone of teasing, making your eyebrow raise slightly. His sudden proximity also caught you slightly off guard, his physical interests becoming very clear to you.

You couldn't deny how handsome he was. And you guessed perhaps you could use a bit of fun, considering you were unmarried and in your youthful prime.

You tilted your head slightly, looking up at him, his eyes burning a hole through your face. "Hm... What are you offering? Your family is at war, are they not? your visit is political.”

The prince let out a quiet chuckle, letting his eyes wander over your body for a moment.

The dress was certainly eye-catching, the way it hugged your curves, allowing his imagination to let loose...

The words you spoke only made his eyes find their way back to your own, and the smirk he had on his face only grew.

"Is the possibility of a political alliance enough to catch your interest, my lady?"

You watched the prince's eyes as they caressed your body, the boldness in his gaze, and the clear interest that you knew was there. You knew how to take advantage of an opportunity..

"Depends on what kind of a deal you're suggesting, my prince." There was an undeniable flirtation in your voice, your own subtle way of teasing him.

The prince didn't hide the smirk that spread across his face after that statement. His hand slowly reached over to your waist, his touch feeling the silky fabric of your dress.

"Would a marriage perhaps suffice?"

Your dress, as thin as it already was, provided no barrier against his touch. You could feel each stroke of his fingers, his thumb moving in circular motions against the thin fabric.

The marriage proposal was expected, but it seemed the prince had a more hands-on approach in mind.

You kept a straight face, not to give away how your mind was beginning to wander with the possibility of a marriage. "What would I gain? And what would you expect in return?"

He didn't let your serious expression stop his hands from wandering over the silk of your gown, his hand moving across your waist and down your side. "You would gain protection, support, and a powerful alliance."

"And I would gain..." He leaned closer, his breath against your skin, "A gorgeous Dornish queen as a wife..."

Your heart began to race as his words and his hand continued it's exploration of your side, the anticipation of where those hands might end up was growing.

The prince's proximity and the way he slowly looked at you, expecting some kind of reaction. You stayed firm, holding back the subtle reaction you felt with his words.

"Hm... We might have a deal, my prince."

And with that, his lips ended on yours.

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𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘

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𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉

𝑰'𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖

Description: While Rhaenyra's sons all bear a striking semblance to Harwin Strong with their brown locks, her daughter and Jace's twin sister Y/N was blessed with resplendant silver hair. Aegon and Y/N spent their chidlhoods together in the walls of the Red Keep, with friendship slowly blossoming into young love. Despite the animosity between their mothers, they can't help being drawn to one another.

Part 2 Part 3

Writer's note: Hiiiii! Victoria here. Been thinking about starting an Aegon story for a while as Elizabeth secretly adores his character so here it is. It's going to start out from when they were children and go into their adulthood. Cyvasse is a strategical game akin to chess in westeros, it's not actually brought to the capital until the events of Game of Thrones but I'm including it anyway.

Thank you to @zaldritzosrose for the dividers.

Warnings: female reader, targcest (reader is Rhaenyra's daughter and Aegon's niece). Aged up characters. Aegon is 16 at this point and reader is 15. They're pretty mean to each other at first. Sort of rivals/frenemies to lovers to enemies vibes 😂 Lengthy.

Aegon couldn't place the discomforting feeling stirring within him as he watched Y/N flirt with a guard. It was not like he hadn't seen her do so before, indeed she seemed to find it endlessly entertaining. But now as he watched her lean towards the guard and incline her head so she could lower her voice to a whisper, as if they were sharing a secret, he felt his stomach twist and his face heat. He clenched his fist though he knew not why he felt suddenly furious with both Y/N and the lowly guard she'd deigned to gift her favour. She was a princess and the guard was beneath such attentions, surely that must be the cause of his frustration.

But that did not feel sufficient for the intensity of his anger as Y/N batted her pretty eyelashes at the guard, which made him want to storm down the hall and forcibly shove the guard away from Y/N, made him want to take hold of her wrist and drag her away to spend her time with him instead. Aegon's brows furrowed at the unwelcome turn of his thoughts, when had he started to want Y/N's attentions? More importantly, when had he begun to think of her as pretty?

They'd grown up together in the Red Keep, always walking a thin line between friendship and rivalry. He couldn't remember a time when they weren't menacing or taunting one another, tripping each other in the halls or launching various missiles at each other across banquet tables. Never the studious one, for that prerogative fell to his brother Aemond, Aegon had spent his lessons entertaining himself by trying to distract Y/N. Each time the maester would turn his back, Aegon would be pulling faces in her direction. His own eyes would alight in victory every time she'd giggle in response, though he would always take the blame when the maester would scold them both. If she turned from him, steadfastly trying to ignore his antics he'd only resort to tugging on her hair and averting his gaze innocently as soon as she finally paid him attention, sighing exasperatedly at his inability to leave her alone. All the while, they'd been accomplices in all sorts of schemes that had their mothers and their Septa scrambling to keep them in line. To Aegon's pleasure, Y/N didn't much take to their lessons either, preferring romance novels Aegon always thought silly to the tales of old Valyria which preoccupied his brother Aemond and nephew Jacaerys. Instead, they'd slink off to the Godswood together, inventing ridiculous nicknames for courtiers or playing games of Cyvasse together. Aegon liked to play defensively, protecting his castles, whilst Y/N's strategy spoke to a fierceness in her character Aegon had always secretly enjoyed, sending forth her most powerful pieces to claim his, not caring a bit for caution.

Their shared penchant for troublemaking had only worsened as they matured. Aegon took to his cups, spending far more time drunk than was befitting of a Prince of the realm, or at least that's what his mother always told him. By contrast, as she grew in grace and beauty Y/N flirted with every young knight and courtier in the keep, much to Aegon's chagrin. He'd not know why his heart would seize each time he'd see Y/N smile at someone else, hear her laugh at a joke he hadn't told, all the while swishing her silver hair which seemed to shimmer and catch the light, in contrast to her brothers' muted brown locks. Aegon had felt deep down that this had always been a sign that Y/N was more like him, in the same way that she was a kindred spirit who always seemed to understand him and never wished for him to be anyone but himself. He could not say the same for his father or even his mother. Aegon remembered only a few moons past, Aemond had noticed the way Aegon felt before he himself had been aware of it. At a sight not unlike the one now before him, Aemond had surely borne witness to Aegon's shifting mood as Y/N placed her arm on a young noble's arm, the gangly wisp of a boy gazing at her with a dazed look and insipid smile. Aegon recalled wanting to storm over there and wipe it of the smug prick's face.

He was certain he'd stepped forward just as his brother's voice called him back from his violent thoughts.

"I think you feel for her brother."

At the time Aegon had reeled back, scoffing. "Her? Don't be ridiculous. She's a nightmare."

Aemond had sighed, bearing all the signs of an older brother offering wise counsel despite being the younger of the two. "You're both nightmares. That's why you like each other so much."

Aegon had just rolled his eyes, feeling uncomfortable with Aemond's penetrative stare and the growing feeling he might not be completely off the mark in his assessment.

Eyebrow raised, Aemond looked unconvinced by Aegon's attempts to dismiss the possibility of him having feelings for their niece.

"So if that nobleman over there suddenly got down on one knee and offered our niece his hand in marriage you'd just stand by and be content?"

Aegon felt his face contort with rage, heard the disgust in his voice.

"No, I'd kill him."

He couldn't account for the possessiveness that shot through him. The constant refrain of 'mine, my Y/N, mine' echoed in his mind like a prayer he'd learnt by heart. In some ways, the idea of Y/N belonging to him had been impressed upon him from a young age. Bemoaning that the two were always to be found together, complicit in some crime against decency or another, their Septa had often regaled them of the story of their first meeting. As the Septa would have it, but two years of age when the twins were born, Aegon had been largely unimpressed by his nephew Jacaerys but enchanted with the little silver haired baby, his niece. Supposedly, he had turned to his mother, grinning up at her to innocently ask her, "Mine?" Smiling tersely, he knew now due to his mother's complicated relationship with his sister Rhaenyra, she'd told him,"she will be a friend for you." That he and Y/N were tied together seemed to be reinforced each time she chose to direct her taunts and sharp tongue at him, each time she favoured his company over all others even if it was just to play some sort of prank on him. He shivered at the memory of her shoving a toad down his tunic as she ran off, her giggles merging with his screams at the slippery feel of the thing on his skin.

Gods, he didn't want anyone to marry Y/N because he wanted her. The realisation crashed upon Aegon like a wave and he stumbled back a few steps in shock. Quickly looking up to where Y/N had been only a few moments before he saw only an empty space where she had been. He must have been staring into space like a damn fool figuring out he was in love with his niece for longer than he thought.

Now that Aegon knew he bore romantic feelings for his niece, he found it difficult to even look at her and hardly knew how to act, leading to a series of embarrassing incidents.

Passing Y/N along a hall he'd stuck his foot out to trip her, as was their custom, but as she stumbled forward, he quickly wrapped his arms around her and pulled her upright. Y/N had stared up at him within the encasement of his arms, her brows furrowed in confusion. Tripping each other up had always just been a fun past time of theirs. Each bruise and scrape just motivation to get the upper hand on the other next time. But Aegon had never caught her before, nor held her to him like this.

"What in the Seven Hells, Aegon? Why bother tripping me if you were going to catch me two seconds later?"

Aegon had tried to feign confidence, shooting Y/N a cocky smirk, whilst trying hard not to focus on how right it felt to have his arms around Y/N's frame. "Mayhaps I just wanted to have you fall into my arms?"

Her jaw had fallen upon and she'd gawked at him for a few moments before bursting into laughter and pushing out of his hold, Aegon's arms falling limply back at his sides as his face heated in embarrassment.

On another occasion, he'd taken her hand to drag her along with him to the Godswood, a touch familiar and not strange in the slightest to her until he'd interlocked their fingers together. Aegon's heart had swelled at first when she did not retract her hand, allowing him to hold it in this way as he pulled her along. He'd been surprised at the pleasant feel of her soft hand melded with his and thought he should like to hold her hand more often. That was until they came across her brothers, and she promptly dropped his hand like he'd burned her, stirring a feeling of shame in Aegon at her rejection.

It hadn't stopped him from flopping onto her with a dramatic sigh, resting his head in her lap where she sat reading in the library.

"What brings you here? It's certainly not the books."

Aegon had scowled at her. "It could be."

Y/N huffed, placing a green ribbon in her book to mark her page before closing it to look at him fully. Good, he wanted her full attention.

"Aegon, it's a wonder you can read at all. So why are you clinging to me like a pet dog?"

Aegon turned away from her, resting his head back on her lap and reaching for her hand to entangle it in his hair. He mumbled against her skirts. "Don't flatter yourself. I'm tired and your lap is comfortable." He'd waited with baited breath for her reactjon to his sudden desire for closeness but he felt his heart stumble as she began to stroke his hair and he heard the turn of pages as she opened her book to read again. Of course she'd thrown him off her eventually, leaving her book behind. It was true, Aegon could rarely be found in the library, he'd sought Y/N out specifically. It was also true that he had no love of reading and had mercilessly mocked Y/N for her love of romance novels in their youth, misusing his height advantage to hold her books out of her reach as he read from them aloud to her great embarrassment. But now he found himself sitting down to peruse the book she had been reading, hoping to find within it's pages some wisdom of what Y/N found romantic.

He stumbled over his words so often now in her company and had been caught staring at her on so many occasions that Y/N had actually noticed his changed behaviour, pointedly asking for an explanation.

"What's got into you? You're being surprisingly nice to me, and I find it suspicious."

Aegon had feigned indignation, though he felt sweat begin to pool on his brow at how easily she could see through him. It was a particular skill of hers.

"I'm always nice to you."

Y/N had let out a laugh that was all hard edges. She wasn't soft or delicate like the other ladies of court. She was the blood of the dragon, fierce with sharp words and a sense of humour, which was sometimes a little cruel. And yet he preferred her over all others and would trade all of their simpering pleasantries for a single cutting remark of hers.

"Sure, it was very nice of you to push me in the fountain just as the embassy from the Vale arrived."

Aegon's ears and cheeks blazed at the memory of his own less than pleasant actions towards Y/N in the past.

"That was years ago. I haven't done it since. You just complained about me being too nice to you anyway. Which version of me do you want then?"

He'd surprised himself with the insecurity that laced his words as he raised his voice.

Mouth parted open at his outburst, Y/N's expression had quickly turned sombre, she was all seriousness now. "Whichever one is real."

Aegon frowned at that. He could admit they'd never been exactly kind to one another. And he could understand how his change in behaviour would seem suspicious if he were not in love with her. But he was. And he didn't know how to tell her.

Aegon yawned pointedly as Jacaerys called to his dragon Vermax. He was bored, indescribably so. He'd already claimed his own dragon, Sunfyre, whose golden scales could put any other dragon to shame. And if he was being honest with himself, he wanted to seem uncaring, impressive even to Y/N, who was watching Jacaerys attentively. He tried to repress a smile in anticipation of the 'surprise' he'd prepared for his brother with Jace, hoping Y/N would find it as funny as he did and think him clever for his denomination of the pig as 'The pink dread.'

His hopes were dashed almost as soon as the pig appeared. Aemond looked more put out by their jest than Aegon had anticipated and when he'd turn to Y/N to gauge her reaction he was surprised to find only anger and unshed tears in her eyes. As he took a step towards her their eyes locked and she immediately fled from the dragon pit. It took Aegon a few moments to collect himself to run after her, though he quickly caught up to her just outside the pit with his longer strides. Grabbing her arm to arrest her movement, he whipped her round to face him.

"What's wrong with you?"

He tried to conceal his genuine worry under a veil of irritation, but Aegon was so used to disappointing others, his mother, his father. He found it painful to imagine disappointing Y/N, who'd never expected anything from him but jibes and sometimes an accomplice.

Angrily shoving him away from her, causing him to stumble back a few steps, Y/N snarled at him.

"With me? What's wrong with you? Why would you embarass your brother like that? It's not his fault he doesn't have a dragon and you shouldn't tease him for it."

Aegon rolled his eyes, feeling a tinge of jealousy at Y/N's evident care for his brother.

"That's what you're annoyed about. My brother? Aemond's a twat, he'll get over it."

Y/N narrowed her eyes, fixing him with a look so stern it reminded him of their Septa.

"Do you not care who you hurt?"

Aegon's face fell. He didn't hurt people on purpose, he just wanted them to laugh at him. He'd never found another way to get their attention.

"What?" Aegon cursed himself for his inarticulate reply, knowing he sounded like an idiot.

"I don't have a dragon either. Would you shame me like that?" Y/N's voice sounded smaller and more unsure than Aegon had ever heard it, so used to her railing at him. He preferred when she was shouting at him, at least then he could pretend he hadn't hurt her. It hadn't occurred to him before that he could. She'd always seemed so strong to him, implacable no matter what he said or did. On her last nameday she'd been gifted an elegant emerald velvet dress by his mother that she'd twirled about in front of him, asking what he'd thought of it. When he'd told her he thought she looked ridiculous she'd only shrugged and continued twirling. Really he'd thought her beautiful, like some mythical forest creature. But insulting her had felt more natural than admitting as much to her. His words seemed to glide off her like water.

"No, never. Not to you." The words spilled out of his mouth in a panicked stream. He hadn't realised that her own dragon egg not hatching had affected her so deeply. In truth he'd not considered her feelings at all when devising his prank with her brother. He was so unused to considering anyone's feelings, least of all hers. She could give as good as he gave and often worse. He'd never seen her cry before and he found he hated it, even more than he despised to see the disappointment reflected in her eyes.

"Why?" Y/N looked genuinely curious at his answer and he frantically grasped for an explanation. He couldnt blurt out that he felt more for her than an uncle should a niece. That he loved her, unexpectedly, inexplicably. That he'd do just about anything to make her laugh instead of cry, but he was an idiot and sometimes couldn't tell the difference between a joke and an insult.

The sound of laughter as Jace and Luke rounded the corner saved him from replying as Y/N swiftly turned and left him standing there as her two brothers oinked obnoxiously.

Aegon didn't laugh with them, feeling the heavy weight of regret pressing down on him for the first time in his life.

Aegon sulked, hunched over his plate of food at supper, not caring to unpick the chatter around him. He glanced continuously over at the vacant place opposite him, usually reserved for Y/N. It provided the best vantage point to throw grapes at him, she had claimed. He'd clearly upset her so much she didn't even want to eat. Turning to Jacaerys he whispered lowly so the rest of his family wouldn't overhear. "Where's your sister?"

"I think she went back to the dragon pit."

Aegon's heart plummeted into his stomach and he stood abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the stone floor. He didn't even glance back at his mother shouting for him as he sprinted in the direction of the dragon pit. He had a good idea of what might have prompted Y/N to go back there on her own. She'd nearly been devoured by the last dragon she'd tried to claim and he was quite certain she was about to try again, prompted by his teasing.

Aegon stumbled through the door of the pit out of breath and flipping his head around frantically looking for Y/N. The stupid girl would get herself killed. His shoulders sagged with relief as he spotted her not far off, just about to enter the cave where the dragons slept.

"Y/N!" He shouted to her, her head immediately snapping up at the sound of his voice, giving him the opportunity to catch up to her. Now he knew she was safe he couldn't help but be angry with her for her recklessness, her utter foolishness.

Taking hold of her elbows he shook her. "What in the Seven Hells were you thinking? Do you want to be killed?"

Shaking him off, Y/N glared at him fiercely.

"And why shouldn't I claim a dragon? It was you who shamed Aemond and I earlier for our inability to do so."

Aegon shut his eyes briefly, frustrated with Y/N but knowing that this was really his fault to begin with.

"I'm sorry OK? Just don't be angry with me...please."

Y/N was blinking up at him, her expression blank.

"Did you just apologise to me?"

Aegon gulped. He didn't want her to get too used to it. He might be in love with the girl but he didn't want to turn into one of those simpering lovesick morons she read about. Deep down, he didn't think she really wanted that either. She was much too combative, a rose with thorns, and they'd surely bore her to death. But she was just right for him.

"Look, I'll help you. But just damn well stay by me."

Y/N's eyes positively lit up at his offer of assistance, and Aegon felt a queer fluttering in his stomach as she smiled warmly at him. That was about as expected from her as an apology was from him.

"Truly?"

"Yes. But you mustn't show fear, and neither must you go barrelling in front of the first dragon you see. Take your time to observe the dragons and make your choice. Then approach the beast respectfully. Remember that the dragon has to choose you as well. Sunfyre and I bonded because we are alike in temperament. You must find a dragon to suit you in kind."

Y/N nodded her head excitedly, stepping forward to enter the cave but Aegon thrust his arm in front of her, stepping around her to enter first. "I'll go first."

He'd hoped Y/N would think him gallant but she'd just roughly shoved past him.

"You already have a dragon."

The dragon pit was dark, and even with the light of the torch Aegon carried, it was difficult to see more than a foot ahead. There was an eery silence about the place, interrupted only by the occasional rumble of a dragon. Aegon had reclaimed his position in front of Y/N, using the excuse that he had to lead with the torch to guide their path. As they ventured deeper into the darkness, the air grew more stifling, and puffs of smoke could be seen exuding from various caverns. Aegon sought his own dragon, Sunfyre, thinking that the best course would be to demonstrate how to approach a dragon to Y/N before she tried again.

Coming to an abrupt stop, Y/N smacked into his back and his laughter echoed against the walls of the pit.

He looked over to see her rubbing her nose and glaring at him accusingly.

"You did that on purpose."

Aegon smirked at her tauntingly.

"No, you just don't look where you're going."

Facing forward once more, Aegon looked into the vast expanse of darkness where he knew Sunfyre resided, he could feel it in his bones. It had filled him with pride when the dragon keepers had told his father that the bond between him and his dragon was particularly strong. But his father had brushed this off as if it were nothing. Aegon shouldn't have been surprised, he was used to being ignored by his father. And yet each slight still stung. He knew it bothered his mother how little his father cared for him, but nothing Aegon did had ever earned him any true affection from him. So he had simply stopped trying. If his father thought him a nuisance, then he would be one. If his Septa and the maesters thought him awful, then he would be. But at least in Sunfyre and Y/N he had found companions who had no desire to change him.

"Mazis Sunfyre." He inflected his voice with confidence, a command not to be ignored. No sooner had he spoken than he heard shuffling and flints of gold became visible through the darkness as Sunfyre emerged. He approached his dragon happily, smiling fondly as Sunfyre nuzzled his chest with his snout.

"Umbas, lykirri."

Reaching behind him and fumbling around in the dark for a moment, Aegon grabbed Y/N's hand and yanked her forward so she was beside him. He ignored her indignant huffed and placed her hand on Sunfyre's snout, resting his atop hers.

"Sunfyre heeds my commands because we are one in the same in every way that matters. When you approach your dragon, your commands must be steadfast and you must not show fear."

Y/N was looking at his dragon with awe, stroking Sunfyre's snout without his encouragement now. He'd never seen his dragon so amiable and friendly with anyone but himself. The sight sent a pleasant warmth through him at the thought of Sunfyre approving of Y/N, understanding the part of him that loved the silver haired girl before him.

"Let's go. I know which dragon I want to claim."

Aegon quirked an eyebrow up, half concerned half amused by the firm set of Y/N's features. She was quite determined.

"Is that so? Lead the way then, Quelos."

Y/N stared at him inquisitively, dropping her hand from Sunfyre.

"Quelos?"

Aegon thought the word befit his niece, her hair shone like the light of a star.

Shrugging, he tried to sound nonchalant.

"Your hair."

"Yours is silver like mine."

Aegon shook his head, smiling at Y/N's attempts to thwart him even in complimenting her, at expressing an ounce of affection for her with the nickname.

"Not like yours. Yours is like starlight."

He'd half expected her to argue with him, but the pink dusting on her cheeks, which he could see even in the darkness, was an unexpected delight. He felt pride in knowing that he'd been the one to make Y/N blush. Not one of the knights or noblemen Y/N was constantly flipping her hair at...him.

Clearing her throat awkwardly, Y/N passed him, her arm brushing against his.

"Come on then."

Y/N led them down a path to their right, and he followed her as she wove down an adjoining tunnel. He knew then which dragon she wanted and felt strangely that there could have been no better choice.

It wasn't long before the tunnel opened up into a larger cavern and grey shimmering scales came into view as they approached the dragon known as Grey Ghost. In the glow of the torchlight the dragon's scales shone silver in a hue oddly reminiscent of Y/N's hair.

The dragon watched them curiously, tilting it's head in their direction and letting out a small puff of smoke from it's snout. Y/N darted forward, but Aegon grabbed hold of her arm, speaking lowly but firmly. "Be careful."

"I will."

Aegon released her but felt all of the muscles in his body tense as he watched Y/N approach the dragon. He knew that it was well known for having a reserved and shy nature for a dragon, but that did not make it any less dangerous.

He needn't have worried. The young dragon took little convincing and, within a short time, Y/N was petting its snout just as she had Sunfyre's. Aegon grinned at Y/N when she eventually stepped back from her dragon and returned to his side. He couldn't blame the dragon, Y/N had convinced him to take part in many a foolish scheme in less time.

"Well done, niece."

Aegon was stunned into silence as Y/N barrelled forward and wrapped her arms around his torso. He'd just gathered his senses enough to raise his own arms when she pulled away, cheeks blazing and eyes fixed on the ground. The journey back into the light was marked by an awkward silence that Aegon found hard to bear. He was grateful when Y/N broke it once they'd entered the walls of the keep.

"I bet you're devastated Grey Ghost didn't devour me."

Aegon grasped at the jibe as a return to normalcy for them.

"I'm certain it would have been entertaining, though difficult to explain to our mothers. Good morrow mother, sister. In an unfortunate turn of events, I may have let a dragon eat Y/N."

Y/N snorted.

"Right. Goodnight, Aegon."

"Goodnight, Quelos." Aegon wiggled his eyebrows at her teasingly before turning on his heels and heading in the direction of his quarters.

Aegon's heady felt heavy, as if it were laden with stones and even the blades of sunlight shining through his chamber windows hurt his eyes as he opened them blearily. No sooner had he done so than his bedroom door smacked loudly against the wall and his mother stormed in, her expression reminiscent of storm clouds. Gods knew what he'd done this time to warrant her ire.

"Aegon! It's well past noon and the maesters informed me you have not attended to any of your lessons. Of course I should find you still laying about."

Groaning at his mother's raised voice sent waves of pain through his skull, he rolled over, pressing his face more firmly into the pillows. He'd gone too far into his cups the previous night after seeing Y/N conversing with the same nobleman as before. Her flirtations had never been serious and he'd never seen her with the same boy more than once and he worried she might actually have developed feelings for someone this time...for someone that was not him.

"Aegon!" Suddenly the sheets were ripped from him as his mother demanded his attention. Sitting up lazily, Aegon turned to look at his mother properly, though this was difficult as there seemed to be two of her.

"What, mother?"

She threw her hands up with exasperation.

"Why must you always be like this, governed only by sloth and careless abandon? All the while cavorting with Jacaerys and Y/N Velaryon, favouring them over your own brother. Do you think I don't know of your cruel jokes at your brother's expense? We must defend our own, Aegon"

"It was funny."

"Do you think Rhaenyra's children will be your playthings forever. As things stand, Rhaenyra will ascend the throne and Jacaerys will be her heir."

Aegon couldn't understand what his mother was getting at. Why should he not get on with his sister's children?

His mother threw her eyes up to the sky,  her frustration evident and her voice laced with sarcasm that just made him feel stupid.

"You are nearly a man grown. How is it that you can be so short-sighted? If Rhaenyra comes into power your very life could be forfeit, Aemond's as well. She could move to cut off any challenge to her succession."

Aegon had always been aware of the tension between his mother and sister, it was plain for anyone with eyes to see. But he couldn't belief Rhaenyra would have him killed. He did not think her cruel.

"So I will not challenge her."

His mother abruptly grabbed his face, shouting now.

"You are the challenge, Aegon. Simply by living and breathing." Aegon was stunned by the genuine fear and desperation in his mother's eyes but she must have taken his silence as a lack of understanding for she continued on.

"You are the king's firstborn son. And what everyone else in the kingdom knows is that by rights, you should be king." Aegon had never even considered the possibility. He had never and would never want the iron throne or the responsibilities that went with it.

"I would not wish for that mother." He spoke softly.

Appearing slightly calmer than she had only a few moments ago, she lightly stroked his hair before rising from the bed.

"Get dressed." No more words passed between them as she left Aegon, who now felt completely sober, to contemplate her warning.

Aegon's lips quirked up as he observed Grey Ghost lightly bumping his head against Sunfyre's with affection in the dragon pit. Y/N approached her dragon, a dragon keeper on hand guiding her on how to command the dragon to breathe fire.

"You love her don't you? Even Sunfyre knows it. Look at the two of them, just like their riders."

Aegon was surprised he didn't give himself whiplash with the speed at which he turned on Aemond.

"Don't say that idiot, she'll hear you"

"So it's true then?" Yes it was true. But was it that obvious? His mind wandered back to his mother's warning that he shouldn't be quite so friendly with his sister's children, that they should present a united front.

"Of course not. She's just a stupid girl who follows me around all the time. A pest if anything."

Aemond looked unconvinced but before he could counter Aegon, Jacaerys interrupted them, shouting to his sister.

"Y/N! mother has finished her labours. It's another boy."

Y/N picked up her skirts and ran to follow her brother out of the pit, eager to meet her new brother. Aegon briefly worried she may have overheard his conversation with Aemond, not realising how close she'd been to them until he'd had to watch her leave with Jace.

His nephew, Joffrey, looked no more like Laenor Velaryon than his siblings, and Aegon found it difficult to believe his own father could be so blind not to notice the resemblance between Rhaenyra's sons and Harwin Strong. Y/N was the single exception to the rule.

He smacked at the dummy before him carelessly, sneaking glances at Y/N who stood nearby, chatting with Jace, until Ser Criston calling his name pulled him from his thoughts.

He turned to the knight with a cocky grin.

"I've won my first round, Ser Criston. My opponent sues for mercy."

"Then you'll have another opponent. Let's see if you can tap me...you and your brother."

As Aegon and Aemond levied attacks on the knight, Aegon thought this must be the united front his mother wished them to show, though he quickly grew frustrated as it seemed almost possible to get a hit in. He flushed with embarassment when the knight shoved him aside, quickly turning to check if Y/N had seen it and letting out a breath in relief to find her gaze drawn elsewhere. He barely took note of Ser Criston's tense expression as Ser Harwin addressed him, bounding up to Y/N and grinning at her.

"Come to watch my excellent swordsmanship have you?"

Y/N folded her arms against her chest and turned away from him.

"Leave me alone, Aegon."

Aegon was undeterred, following her movements and stepping around her so she had to face him again.

"And if I don't want to?" He taunted, thinking Y/N's rudeness towards him just a game at first. But his smile faltered at her menacing glared and the iciness in her voice.

"I mean it. I don't want to talk to you."

"Why are you upset with me?"

Y/N went to turn away from him again, but he grabbed her elbow, forcing her to stay put.

"Don't pretend like you care."

Aegon was truly confused now and beyond frustrated at Y/N's refusal to be direct about the causes of her irritation with him.

"Of course I care."

Y/N took a step toward him, poking him in the chest accusingly with her index finger.

"I thought I was just a stupid girl. A pest."

Fuck. Panic set in as Aegon realised Y/N had heard what he'd said to Aemond after all, and he quickly scrambled to make amends. He had not meant a word of it.

"I didn't mean it Y/N. I was just joking."

Y/N dropped her hand from his chest, stepping away from him as her anger seemed to fall away from her, replaced by sadness instead, which was much worse.

"That's the problem, Aegon. You're always just joking."

Aegon stilled, her words cutting through the facade of confidence and joviality he wore like armour.

"Quelos, wait." Aegon made to grab for her again but was once again interrupted by Ser Criston calling him.

"Aegon, you will spar with Jacaerys. Eldest son against eldest son."

Aegon tried to focus on his swordsmanship as he met Jace blow for blow. But he was still reeling from his interaction with Y/N and quickly let his emotions overcome him. Though misplaced, he took his anger and frustration out on his nephew until Harwin Strong had to forcibly pull him away from Jace.

"You dare lay hands on me!" He raged at the audacity of the knight. Though he quickly stumbled out of the way as Ser Criston and the commander came to blows, pulling Aemond out of the way with him. If there had been any doubt about the true parentage of Rhaenyra's children, there could be none now. It was proven in no small measure by the ferocity of Ser Harwin's reaction to Ser Criston's taunts. But to his surprise, Aegon could find no amusement in the matter, knowing that such a public display could only draw unwanted attention to Y/N's parentage and cause her shame. With a heavy sigh, he considered that perhaps he was becoming soft like one of the heroes in her stories.

Aegon didn't understand how he was supposed to make amends with Y/N if she refused to speak to him and avoided him at every turn. He felt he should go mad if she continued to ignore him. He considered employing Aemond to hold her in place while he forced her to listen to his apology, but didn't think Aemond would be particularly obliged to risk incurring Y/N's wrath himself. He cursed himself for falling for such a stubborn girl. More dragon than girl in truth. Aegon didn't understand why she felt so slighted by his stupid insult, he couldn't imagine she felt the same way about him as he did her. But he thought that Harwin Strong's leaving for Harrenhal might have intensified her ill mood somewhat and hoped in time she'd allow him to make amends. Since following her around the keep had done no good, he tried a different tactic. Listening to her for once and actually leaving her alone, hoping that if he looked pathetic enough she might at least give him a chance to explain. When that didn't merit a response either he resorted to simply sulking in his room for days at a time. That was until Helaena quietly entered his chambers, bringing him the news of Ser Harwin's death. Though the hour was late, the keep illuminated only by moonlight and candles burning low in their sconces, he immediately sought Y/N out. He knew that she had loved Ser Harwin and would not be able to sleep after hearing of his passing. He also knew she withdrew into herself when upset, and that she'd likely have gone off on her own. But Aegon did not want her to feel like she had to bear her pain alone. Not when he could bear it with her.

Aegon traversed the keep for what felt like hours before he heard muffled sniffles and finally found Y/N curled up on a window seat overlooking the courtyard. She was facing away from him, looking out into the night sky, but the shards of moonlight shining through the window panes allowed him to see the tear streaks glistening on her cheeks. He said nothing as he sat next to her, close enough that his side pressed against hers. After a few moments she rested her head on his shoulder and he nearly sighed with relief that she had not shoved him away from her again. Instead he tilted his head to rest against hers and took hold of her hand. He found himself afraid to disturb this quiet truce between them and whispered simply "I'm sorry." And he was sorry. For her loss, the grief and pain it caused her, and for hurting her himself with his carelessness.

"I know."

And by the way she said it, by the way she squeezed his hand that held hers, Aegon knew that she had understood the full meaning of his apology

Valyrian translations:

Mazis~ come

Umbas~ Wait

Lykirri~ Calm yourself

Quelos~ Star

The next part will cover driftmark, then onto the time jump :)

[bibibelly]

windy cliff ➶

parings: jacaerys velaryon x targaryen!reader

content: angst, fluff, based off the cliff scene in ep2 s2!

warnings: mentions of lukes’ death, chaotic family dynamics, war mentions

you look off the edge of the cliff, the wind blowing violently against your hair, making a mess of your curls. picking up a rock at your feet, your throw it as hard as you can, watching it land far into the sand underneath the cliff.

“i knew i would find you here.”

taking a step back, you crank your neck slightly not bothering to turn fully, already knowing who it is. “of course you would, jace, how was dinner?”

you hear his steps getting closer, hearing the mud squish under his boots, making you cringe. he places his hand on your exposed shoulder, patting it. “chaotic as ever..” he says, pausing. “what was the reason for your absence, y/n?”

turning back to him, you shove rock into his hand. since growing up together, both of you knew how intense the family could be at times. being of high status families, showing your rage and emotions were seen as unfit, primarily for you, it would be seen as un lady like. with war brewing between the blacks and the greens, family dinners have become more of a chore than anything else. jace knew it, and you knew it, the family was slowly falling apart at the seems, especially after luke’s’ death. war was approaching.

you grab another rock, throwing it once more, following jace.

“sometimes i think i hate them.” you say, staring off into the sand below you. “my father has been, so distant and cold lately.” your white curls blow against your face yet again, bringing your hands up to push them back against the windy sea, looking at him.

jacaerys furrows his brows, chuckling slightly, trying to ease the tension. “yes, daemon can be tough at times.. but he is your father.”

humming in response, you walk towards a rock near the edge of the cliff, sitting down.

“fathers can be quite difficult, yes?” jacaerys leans against his leg, looking over at you, giving a forced smile yet again. he begins walking towards you, sitting down on the ground, patting the rock your sitting on. you roll your eyes slightly, looking down at him, studying his features.

“and what is it you remember about my uncle, your father?” you bring a hand to his curls, patting them down, helping tame them from the wind.

“he taught us many things.. he taught us how to fish, and sing sailors’ shanties.” he chuckles, squinting his eyes slightly, looking up at you. “and ser harwin strong, well, he loved us as well.. i think.” getting up, he brushes his clothes off, wiping the mud off from the damp grass he once sat in.

you furrow your brows at him, getting up from the rock, following after him. you knew jace had a complicated relationships with the father figures in his life. being accused of being one of the ‘bastard sons’ took a tole on him through the the years of his life.

“of course he did, jace! don’t say such things like that!” you hold his shoulder, looking at the back of his head.

he scoffs lightly, clenching his jaw, “which one?” he says softly, almost whispering.

you knew what he was insinuating, not daring to speak it out loud. taking your free hand, you move it towards jacaerys, wrapping both of your arms around his broad shoulders. feeling him lean back, his shoulders nudge your arms, signaling for you to speak again. “this fight between your mother and the greens have gotten out of hand.”

he brings his hands up to the ones you have wrapped around his shoulders. taking them into his hands, he cups them, giving them a reassuring squeeze. “i miss luke.”

you slip your arms off his body momentarily, your hands leaving his, circling him, facing away from the edge of the cliff. the wind now blows towards your face, blowing your curls behind your neck. he takes your hands into his once again, looking down at them, admiring the contrast between your hands compared to his.

“he didn’t acknowledge me today… my father. i know the reason for it..” he scoffs, nodding his head. “i..he killed the boy.” jacaerys’ eyes widen at your words, confirming his suspicions.

your hands leave his, yet again, rubbing your face out of frustration. “what will happen to us, jace? your mothers claim to the throne has weakened because of my father, he barely speaks to me anymore..and your brother is dead.”

he wraps his arms around you, his head resting on your shoulder. “war is brewing.” he says, looking out into the cloudy sky, feeling the wind against his back. jace was being brave, trying to seek comfort in your embrace, knowing deep down there was nothing he could do to stop the horrors to come.

also jace is getting no screen time

[lady-ashfade]

Hello I would like to order a blueberry Cookie 🍪 With Jace pls ☺️

༄ Crashing Waves ༄

´*: ･ﾟ⋆˒ Jacaerys Velaryon x Betrothed!Fem!Reader

Bakery Event is closed

╰･ﾟ✧☽ Blueberry Cookies: Oneshot & Angst to comfort.

╰･ﾟ✧☽ words: 1k

╰･ﾟ✧☽ warnings: reader’s backstory, I like making backstories, death comfort: her uncle and his brother, marriage comfort, jace is a cutie, bonding over loss, I kinda hate but also love this.

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Watching the waves crash into one another it was calming, when you closed your eyes it was only you and the sea. The salty water made your nose sting just a tad but nothing to uncomfortable, just something you needed to get used to. You could feel the sand underneath your bare feet as low tide waves surrounded your feet on the shore.

Your uncle had just passed before your betrothal to the prince, his death caused your father to swear himself to Rhaenyra. For many years your family prided themselves on being peaceful and no wars since Aegon The Conquerors, so at first your father never picked sides. He was afraid of what it could mean for his people, until your uncle declared himself for Rhaenyra and the greens executed him.

A exhale leaves your lips as you shake your head to force the reminding thoughts away. There was nothing you could do to bring him back, all you could do was honor his wish. The faces in your head start to change, and your thoughts fall on one in particular.

The Brunette Prince, Jacaerys Velaryon. He wasn’t how you expected him to be if you’re being honest. He was handsome, and you heard of rumors of his… illegitimacy, but never cared. Nevertheless, when you saw him— he had the beauty of a true Targaryen Prince, and the charm of one. You haven’t talk much, other then when you arrived and at dinner.

Council meetings took much of his day, and you needed rest from the travel, and you slipped away in the morning to watch the sea. To be alone. A life of war, and new betrothal, and new home was difficult to process and get ahold of. Though, you are grateful it was Jace since he was young and seemed to be gentle.

The distant voice perked your ears, the sound of your maidens voice answering made your chest fall deeper. You knew it who it was, based of the way he spoke and how it’s his duty to fetch after you. As the steps on the sand grew closer you didn’t move a inch and kept your eyes shut. The extra seconds would be a life time of comfort.

“I suspect you’re here to call me to the morning feast?” The brightness of the sun returning in your eyes made you wince a bit. His face meet yours, it was a strange.

“The halls smelled wonderful, almost couldn’t pull myself away,” he rested his arms on his sword, a small smirk twisted at his lips, “Thought you’d be hungry.” you hummed at his statement and clasped your hands together. Looking away from him and back at the crashing waves you almost found his presence reassuring in a way.

He watched the waves with you, not rushing you away. “Is it always this beautiful,” you wondered out loud, you didn’t grow up near the beaches and never saw them. “We have a waterfall but it’s not nearly as massive.” Your betrothed listened to you speak calmly.

“I must say I found it beautiful, even when storms past through. Even more so on dragon back,” it did sound thrilling to watch the waves from above, to explore more than your pair of leg’s could. “We used to roam all over the water, my brother & I. The challenge of who was the fastest made us wonder for hours after each other.” the mood switched and you felt pity as you look back at him.

His eyes were yearning for his brother in the sky, and the memories he must be revisiting in his head was familiar. The laughter of your uncle was engraved in your mind, he was a second father to you. He always made you laugh, taught you important lessons on life. You adored him. It was a different loss, but the same feeling you shared. When you noticed the change in his eyes you grabbed ahold of his hand.

Locking eyes with yours, his wide and surprised, and yours glossy and sensitive, you both felt connected for the first time. “I miss my uncle more then words can express, and want nothing more for the chance to stop him from leaving our home. But we must go one, to remember what they wanted,” your throat began to dry, “We must live on to tell their stories, yes?” he senced hesitation from you, like you also needed to be told you were right.

“Your uncle must have be proud, his niece is wise and caring.” a heating sensation arose in your cheeks, “we both will live on to tell their stories, together.” Letting go of your hand he offers his arm instead and you take it, trying to gain composure. As you walk along side him you notice how warm he seemed to be.

He started up conversation again with a shy demeanor, “Forgive me, My Lady. Our betrothal was sudden and you mustn’t have been unprepared, can I assume you are still on the fence about it?” the nerves in your stomach went wild, your mind racing for the right thing to reply with. Of course you would do your duty and marry him. And you found him as the best option. “There is no need to keep the truth inside, I want us to be friends.”

There he was, making it easier to want him, to be his wife. “Forgive me, Your Grace. To be honest, this arrangement doesn’t displease me,” you hide your face away from him in hopes he wouldn’t see how flustered you look, “I only wish to get to know you, I have much to learn of you— And you of me. I wish we meet sooner but we have forever.”

The graceful smile on your lips made his breath hitch, you were more beautiful then he imagined. Not only was he falling for you, and the thought of you being his— but him being yours. “Forever,” his lips thinned with the huge charming smile, “I like the sound of that.”

You had forever to grown together, to study one another, to be by each others side.

[jacaeryslover]

the betrothal, a jacaerys velaryon one-shot.

summary: reader father (stark) accepts to make the betrothal between jace & reader official, jace misunderstands. angst (not really) & fluff!

Back in the old days, when you and Jacaerys were still little kids, Princess Rhaenyra proposed a betrothal between you two, having a Targaryen & Stark union would benefit the realm once she became Queen.

But your father denied it, you were both kids, so he told the Targaryen Princess to wait for them to grow to make it official. Both of you knew back then, the Queen spoke about it with Jacaerys, and he decided you deserved to know who you were going to marry.

—Hello, princess— You hear a shy voice coming from the back, it has to be one of the Velaryon boys, you thought, none of Queen Alicent's sons would speak so softly to a Northerner.

You were right, Jacaerys Velaryon was standing behind you, Princess Rhaenyra's oldest son and the next heir to The Iron Throne. You found a very good friend in him the weekends you stayed in King's Landing. The Velaryon boys felt like a breath of fresh air in these foreign and tense lands.

—Hello, my prince. Is everything alright?—Her voice was soothing, comforting, even for her age. Jacaerys thought he could listen her talk for hours. —Yeah princess, I'm quite alright. Actually, I wanted to talk to you about our betrothal.

—Our betrothal?— She asked, clearly confused. Maybe he should've said it differently.

—Yes, my mother talked about it with your father, he said he would agreed once we were of age. I'm sorry if you didn't want this. But I promise you I will take care of you, and you will be my one and only Queen.

Jacaerys was kind, and she knew that. None of the boys in King´s Landing were as nice as him and his little brother, so the thought of marrying him instead of Aemond sounded amazing. Besides, she knew her dad would never allow her only daughter to marry a monster.

—I have to say I did not expected this, nevertheless, my feelings for you are not those of hate, I will be the luckiest girl if I get to marry you in the future, my prince.

Jacaerys could not be happier, hearing those words from the girl he liked so much made him feel sick to his stomach, a feeling he did not hate at all, so he said the words he´d been keeping the last few weekends.

—Since this moment, I am loyal to you, with heart, body & soul, I am solemnly yours.

He knew she had to leave King´s Landing tomorrow, he didn´t want this, he wanted her to stay. But she also had dutties as Princess in Winterfell. So he waited, he waited days, weeks, months, years.

°°°

—Jace, did you hear about it? Your little wolf's father finally agreed to a betrothal.

His pacific temple crumbled, you didn't mention anything about betrothal proposals in your letters. But your father just accepted to marry you to someone that isn't him, he couldn't allow that. Not when he spend all of his life loving you.

—Are you sure?— He asked Aegon, he was known for being constantly drunk, so he wasn't a reliable source of information, and he wasn't the nicest person, so he could easily be just annoying him.

—Yeah, pretty sure I heard father talking about it, I guess you weren't the best option after all.

Maybe he was right, he wasn't good enough, maybe he heard the whispers, the whispers about his birth. He had to do something, he would fight for her once she arrives to King's Landing.

Later that day, she's finally here, in the same room with him, so he talks first.—Is it true? That your father accepted a betrothal?— His face clearly tensed, he felt like he was being stabbed in the chest, directly in the heart, waiting for your answer was agony.

—Yeah, he did. He made it official a day ago. I thought you knew.—

—How could I know? You didn't mentioned it in your letters, I don't know what happens in Winterfell. Tell me honestly, was it because of me? Was it my fault? Did I do something wrong? Is it because i'm a bastard?

—Jacaerys!—She would rarely use his full name, she was mad, or hurt, Jace could not read her right now, he's full with his emotions already.—Don't ever say that again. None of this is your fault. My father made official our betrothal.—Jace could feel her hands caressing his cheeks, he could feel her trying to make him feel better. He was hurt, but he already felt better, how could he forgot that their betrothal was not official yet? He was blind with his loyalness.

—You should´ve known that I wouldn´t agree to marry someone that it isn´t you. You are my only love. I sweared loyalty to you when I was a child and I did not regretted my decision a single time.

The wedding was set in 3 weeks.

She was the most beautiful woman he ever laid his eyes on, she walked to him by her fathers arm. Her dress had beautiful embroidery in honor to her house, but he couldnt wait for her to use the Targaryen colors instead.

—With this kiss, I pledge my love—.

[nebulamorada]

Jacaerys Velaryon x Daemon's daughter!reader

Desde de la muerte de tu madre, Laena Velaryon, no habías dejado que nadie se acercara a tu cabello. En parte, porque no querías que nada borrara la sensación de los dedos de tu madre durante las noches en las que ella cuidaba de tu cabello, en distintos peinados y masajes que realizaba en la raíz con aceites y cremas que tu abuelo traía desde las ciudades libres hechos de aguacate y coco, frutas pocos comunes en Westeros; pero fuera de los recuerdos emotivos, estaba el hecho de que ninguna de las damas que fueron llevadas a tu servicio sabía como tratar correctamente tu tipo de cabello sin lastimarlo o empeorarlo; sus dedos trenzaban con demasiada fuerza, dejándote el cuero cabelludo irritado por horas incluso cuando el peinado había sido deshecho, las cremas que aplicaban en el cabello eran del tipo incorrecto y no quieres mencionar la vez que una de ellas trato de peinarte con un cepillo mientras tenías el cabello seco.

Tu hermana Baela había optado por mantenerlo suelto, era más fácil para ella encontrar damas que supieran cuidar de su cabello debido a que conservaba el mismo estilo de cabello que su madre, necesitando una definición simple de rizos mientras que Rhaena, por otra parte había optado por las mismas rastas que usaba desde niña, cuidandolas ella misma cada que su cabello crecía y necesitaba trenzarlo de nuevo, haciendo lo mismo contigo una vez que te rendiste y no tuviste más remedio que encontrar una solución, sabiendo que no podrías descuidar por mucho tiempo tu propio cabello. En ocaciones, verte en espejos era algo que te hacía sentir tristeza, con tu madre fallecida, tu abuelo demasiado lejos en viajes y la gestión de su hogar y tu padre de cabello lacio, ya no había posibilidad de tener aquellos moñitos que Laena te hacía cuando eras pequeña o las trenzas de caja que habías decidido a usar pocos meses antes de su muerte.

Jacaerys fue quien había indagado sobre esto luego de haberse enterado del compromiso que su madre y Daemon habían arreglado entre ustedes, preguntando mediante cuervos hacía sus abuelos, siendo Rhaenys quien le enviaba cartas extensas del paso a paso de como trenzar correctamente sin lastimarte o dañar tu cabello y Corlys enviando distintos aceites, peines y cepillos adecuados para usar en ti. El príncipe heredero casi se infarta cuando, al llegar a tus aposentos durante la noche queriendo cuidar de tu cabello comenzaste a llorar mientras lo abrazabas, conmovida por su gesto.

Las visitas durante la noche se hicieron cada vez más frecuente, aprovechando las horas en las que ninguno tenía deberes que demandaban com urgencia su atención, pero comenzó a levantar rumores que llegaron a oídos de tu padre y tu madrastra, quienes no hicieron más que sonreír cuando, al espiar ligeramente, solo te encontraron sentada frente al espejo de tus aposentos, con Jacaerys parado detrás de ti con el ceño fruncido en una mueca de concentración, sosteniendo con su boca un peine de cardar mientras sus dedos trataban de ser menos torpes a la hora de trenzar tu cabello.

[lingulaca]

Whisper of Pleasure

Prince Jacaerys finds himself enamored with an angel after she helps him relieve all of his stress left behind from the living world.

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ pairing - jacaerys velaryon x dara (an oc)

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ word count - 1,665

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ includes/warnings - jace getting his first blowjob, light light super light angst like it's barely sad, fluffy smut

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ author's note - jacela not being endgame literally hurts my soul so don't mind the mentions of baela i need them to be together for eternity. my first hotd smut im not used to writing dialogue like this hhhhh

The Prince rose from what could only be described as a hallucinogenic half-slumber. One moment, he swore he and his consciousness had disappeared entirely and the next, he found himself on some sort of fluffy surface with a beautiful lady in front of him. He gasped, air rushing into his lungs for a moment. "Who... are you?" He started to feel dizzy, but in a good way. "I'm Dara," The grinning lady announced. "and you're Jacaerys." Jace blinked. He had half a mind to ask her where she got this information, but after observing his surroundings he ultimately determines that he's died and went to the heavens. 'Baela,' he thinks, 'I've left her all alone...'

"It's okay," Dara starts. "She'll be here with you soon. Or, um, one day I mean..." Jace shook his head as he sat up, noticing all of his physical pain was gone and he was given new clean clothes. He'd read about the heavens as a child, and prayed to the Gods more times than was probably necessary for his brothers but he never imagined the space to be so... comforting. A selfish thought makes its way to his brain, though he does not mean for it to. "She will marry someone else." He means it as a question, it comes out as a statement. "She won't, her heart won't let her. She loves you a lot." The angel, Dara, grabbed hold of both of his hands. She pauses for a moment. "You're Baela's soulmate and she misses you greatly." Jacaerys allows his fingers to intertwine with the angel's. If he'll be here forever he might as well stop being sad and enjoy his time, right? The sentiment isn't enough to stop the immediate flow of tears. He's left all his strength on Earth, he supposes.

Dara holds him closely, her body naturally molding to his. She doesn't think of herself as the calming or soothing type so she chooses to say nothing, hoping her actions are enough. Her efforts do not go unnoticed when Jacaerys' hands wrap tightly around her waist. "I miss my mother. A- and Baela... I don't want her to marry another." He sniffles, thinking of how crushed Rhaenyra will be to learn she's lost yet another son. Dara can tell he's been holding back for quite a while. During his living years, he only allowed himself to cry in front of Baela. Bottled up emotions would overflow, causing him to routinely end up sobbing late at night as she cuddled him in her chambers. "I know." Dara feels Jacaerys' hands grip her even tighter. If angels were capable of pain, it would hurt a whole lot. When he finally looks up at her, doing so as if she were the one component necessary to fix him, his eyes are red and his lip trembles. She kisses his forehead while combing through his hair with her fingers. "Everything will be alright in the end." Her protective embrace is the first good thing he's felt in a while. Ease washes over him. "You really think so...?" Dara's smile returns at Jacaerys' stuttered inquiry. "I know so."

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Jacaerys lies down on the soft, barely-there clouds upon Dara's request. She figured he wasn't quite ready to be met by all of his relatives just yet so the two were now on Mother's Layer, by far the quietest and least hectic of all the heavens. Children were having quiet time, most choosing to lay near Mother herself as she read to them. "This is where I stay," Dara got comfortable next to the Prince. "Thank you... for all this." Jacaerys felt silly thanking an angel, after all helping humans adjust to the afterlife was simply one of her many tasks. She kissed him again, this time directly on the head. Jacaerys felt his face heat up. He was never truly able to let his guard down this much when he was alive. Nights with his betrothed ended with sex more often than not, though neither of them could fully enjoy it beyond the physical aspect on account of the responsibilities weighing on both of their minds.

"You're... very lovely." He mutters. "The lovely one is you, my child." She replies. Being called a 'child' by a heavenly being who looked no more than a year under him in age made him chuckle. Dara is suddenly close, right next to Jacaerys. "I can't be as lovely as you, I..." He stops, his cheeks heating up at the mere thought of what he was about to admit. "I know." Dara places her hand in his, her warmth making him tingle internally. "I know you've sinned. All humans have." Jace sighs and clears his throat awkwardly. "I didn't mean to." He feels the need to prove himself, be more holy in the presence of someone so perfect. "It's okay... you seem tense." She observes quietly. Tense doesn't begin to describe it. At first, Jacaerys thought he could overcome his lust, thinking that perhaps such feelings went away in the heavens. Even so, looking away from Dara's angelic unclothed body and instead directing his focus to her face didn't help him any. Her eyes, colored like the moon and just as captivating, stared into his soul as if she could tell what he was planning on saying before he could. He wanted to hold her, to have her all to himself forever. He wanted to be greedy for the first time in his life.

"Jace?" Dara smirked. Since she could, in fact, read the Prince's, no, her Prince's mind she knew of his true unspoken feelings. He snaps out of it and stops making eyes at her. "Sorry..." His expression is equal parts cheeky and embarrassed. Dara giggles, standing up and turning away. "Come," Jacaerys, curious as ever, obeys her command and follows her to a large room. It had no ceiling, so Jace could look up to see more clouds and the occasional angel flying high up above.

Dara had an unconventional method of relaxation in mind, one that she was sure would work. She'd heard of it first from Father, who was swiftly quieted by Mother for mentioning such concepts within earshot of her "innocent angels", as she so lovingly called them. Dara wanted to be the best angel she could be, rising above her siblings and hoarding all of Mother's praise and affection for herself, so she couldn't possibly be doing anything bad. Additionally, she had a desire to take care of Jacaerys, which included caring for his needs as well. 'Mother knows my heart.' She told herself, 'She won't care if I indulge just a little this once.'

"Jacaerys?" She called out. He was sitting across from her bed as he observed her belongings with a look of awe on his face, being careful not to touch any of the items she had packed into the golden-red box. "Yes?" He answered, not moving from his spot. He was entranced by the glimmer of a purple harp that was placed under her bed. "I think I know what would make you feel better." "Hm?" Jace wondered what tricks Dara had up her sleeve. "You could say no if you want, but —" "Why would I say no?" Jacaerys wasn't suspicious at all of the angel's intentions. Dara takes this as a sign and sits in front of him, their knees touching in an effortlessly intimate way. She then, after waiting a moment for Jace to actually look at her even through his nervousness, pushes him down gently so he lays on the carpet.

"Dara...? What's this?" Dara's hands started at Jace's shoulders and then trailed down. She shushed him, her right hand resting on his bulge. His eyes widened. "Dara!" He whisper-shouted, sitting up a bit now so that he was leaning against the wall. Dara could only smile, feigning innocence. The two exchanged curious expressions, a minute's silence is taken before Jacaerys decides to let Dara work her godly magic. In an instant, his pants are tugged down to his knees, exposing his obvious hardness, which Dara gazes at with much interest. "Wow." Hesitantly, she takes just the tip into her mouth at first. "Mmm..." She hums, lips wrapped around Jacaerys' cock. The taste is sweet in a way and unlike anything she's ever had before. Carefully, she lets the rest of his cock slip past her lips. It twitches in her mouth as her tongue glides up the side of it. Jace's whole body starts to feel hot, hands grasping at the soft surface below to keep himself grounded. "Dara - Dara, I..." He inhales sharply, cursing himself for almost finishing so soon.

Dara handles her Prince with feathery softness, her warm and wet inviting mouth enveloping his cock each time she moves her head down. Jacaerys' noises fill the room, ranging from gasps to proper whimpers and moans. "Dara, angel, I can't..." A delicious ache once thought to be unachievable forms deep inside him. He feels lightheaded, but not in a bad way, he feels all of his troubles being lifted away and cast aside with every nudge of his tip to the back of his angel's throat. He moans her name one last time when releasing in her mouth, her fingers digging firmly into his thighs.

Dara stays still for about three seconds as to not spill any of the thick, sticky liquid before coming up for air at last. Her tongue swirls around in her mouth to savor the foreign taste. She hums, sitting up next to Jacaerys who looks her up and down with half-lidded eyes. He's completely amazed, feeling like he's just entered two new worlds in one day, one literally and one figuratively.

"I can never repay you." Dara fully digests Jace's words while watching him fumble to stuff himself back in his trousers. "You don't have to..." She kisses her Prince on his lips sweetly, making him taste himself.

[lunafreya24]

Modern au: When the Storm Breaks

Pairings: Jacaerys Targaryen/Cregan Stark, Rhaenyra Targaryen/Harwin Strong, Rhaenys Targaryen/Corlys Velaryon

Cregan and Jace have been married for a couple years when tragedy strikes. Jace's brother, Luke, is killed in a car accident. From the moment they got the news, Jace barely cries. He buries himself into being strong for his family and planning Luke's funeral. Cregan stays by his side the whole time, trying his best to help. Everyone is worried Jace is carrying too much on his shoulders and that he's going to explode soon. Their fears become reality when Jace has a full-blown mental breakdown at the funeral. Jace's family and his husband rally around him. Afterwards he apologizes for making a scene. Everyone tells him that he has every right to upset and that he doesn't have to be strong all the time.

(cw: character death, graphic language, grief, unhealthy coping mechanisms)

Notes: This takes place in modern day New York. Rhaenyra and Harwin are married. Aegon III and Viserys II are Harwin's sons, but they get their looks from Rhaenyra. All the age gaps are closed in this story. Cregan and Jace are the same age, Rhaenyra and Harwin are only like 3 or 4 years apart. Laena is Rhaenyra's best friend here not Alicent, because I didn't want to touch that situation. Helaena is the only green that makes an appearance because I love her. Laenor and Daemon also aren't mentioned in this story. Do with that what you will.

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Jacaerys Targaryen and Cregan Stark had built a life together that was rooted in love, trust, and mutual support. They met in college, when Jace was getting his MBA and Cregan was getting a bachelor’s degree in architecture. Until then, neither of them had believed in love at first sight, but in that moment, love was the only thing that came to mind. They dated all throughout college, receiving their respective degrees with honors. Jace’s parents, Rhaenyra and Harwin, threw a grand graduation party at their home. However, Jace was the only one unaware that this party was also an engagement party. Once everyone important to them had arrived, Cregan got down on one knee and asked Jace to make him the happiest man in the world. Jace accepted with tears in his eyes. Their wedding was a sight to behold, a perfect blend of extravagance and sentiment. They vowed to be there for each other for every moment of their lives, no matter how painful. After four years of marriage, they had faced their share of challenges, but none had been as shattering as the phone call that came one quiet evening.

Jace was in the kitchen, preparing dinner, while Cregan relaxed on the couch, engrossed in a book. The shrill ring of Jace's phone broke the silence. It was from Baela, Jace's favorite cousin. Jace and Baela were very close, but they hadn’t spoken in a while, feeling they didn’t have much to share with each other. When she called out of nowhere, Jace thought she had something exciting to tell him. 

“Hey Baela, how are you?” He answered cheerfully. 

“Hi Jace.” Baela said, her voice shaking, barely above whisper.

“Is everything okay?” There was silence on the other end. 

Cregan could sense the tension and looked from his book. “Who’s that baby?”

Jace moved the food off the stove and walked over. “It’s Baela,” he whispered. 

“Is that Cregan?” She asked in an abrupt manner.

“Yeah.” Jace said.

“Can you put the phone on speaker, you both need to hear this.”

Jace did as he was asked, placing his phone on the coffee table, “Okay, Baela what going on, you’re kind of scaring me now.” 

Baela took a deep breath before continuing, "Jace, it's about Luke.” 

“What about Luke?” Jace asked, fear washing over him. 

They could hear Baela start to cry on the other end, “There…There’s been….. an accident. I’m so sorry Jace. He's... he's gone."

Jace’s breath hitched. He and his husband sat there frozen, Baela’s soft cries coming from below them. 

“What? What happened?” Jace questioned. The room seemed to close in around them as the reality of the situation sunk in.

“He… he was driving home for a visit when .... a truck sideswiped him. He hit a wall and…. first responders couldn’t get to him in time.” 

Jace could hear Baela talking to them. He could feel his husband grab his hand. But all of that seemed to fade away with the thoughts whirling through his mind. 

"I'm so sorry, Jace," Cregan whispered, his heart aching for his husband.

Jace sat frozen once again, his eyes were unfocused. He didn't cry, didn't scream. He just nodded and took a deep breath. 

"What about my parents? Do they know yet?"

“We’re at their house right now. My mom was with yours when she got the call. They didn’t know how to tell you so I offered to do it. They’re…. heartbroken, but we’re here to help them.”

“Thank you.” Jace muttered.

“That goes for you too, if you need anything, please come to us Jace.”

“Okay. Goodbye Baela.”

“Bye.” 

Crega pulled Jace into a tight hold. “I’m so sorry baby.” He offered. But Jace shifted in his arms, pulling back. He looked as if he were in some sort of trance. 

“I need to get home.” He announced. “My family needs me.” 

The days that followed were a blur of grief and responsibility. From the moment they got the news, Jace seemed to switch into autopilot. He threw himself into planning Luke's funeral, his focus solely on being the pillar of strength his family needed. He promised his parents that they didn’t have to worry about anything while he was there. He coordinated with funeral directors, arranged flowers, and meticulously chose every detail, ensuring that his brother would be honored in the best way possible.

Cregan watched his husband with growing concern. Jace was handling everything with a stoic determination that bordered on obsessiveness. He knew Jace was hurting, but he seemed unwilling or unable to express his grief. Every time Cregan tried to talk to him about it, Jace would deflect, insisting that there was too much to do.

"Jace, honey, you need to slow down and let yourself grieve, let yourself feel something," Cregan urged one evening, gently touching his arm. "It's okay to cry, to be upset."

Jace shook his head, his expression resolute. "I don't have time for that, Cregan. My family needs me." That phrase had become Jace’s mantra over the last week. At night, he would lie awake, staring at the ceiling, while Cregan held him, hoping that the physical closeness would provide some sort of comfort.

Jace's family was just as worried. At first, Rhaenyra was eternally grateful for her son's strength at this terrible time. But she quickly realized what was happening to her son, her whole body flooded with guilt. She and Harwin both expressed their concerns to Cregan privately. "He's carrying too much," Rhaenyra said one evening, her voice thick with worry. "I'm afraid he's going to break."

The day of the funeral arrived, a gray, overcast morning that seemed to mirror the heavy hearts of all who gathered. Jace was impeccably dressed in a black suit, his expression set in a mask of calm control. Cregan stood by his side, offering silent support.

The service was beautiful and heart-wrenching. Friends and family spoke of Luke's kindness, his bright smile, and the joy he brought to their lives. Jace delivered the eulogy with a steady voice, recounting fond memories and expressing the depth of his love for his younger brother. When he finished, sobs and sniffles could be heard throughout the whole church, but Jace’s face still didn’t falter. 

As the service drew to a close, Jace stood by the casket, greeting mourners and accepting their condolences. He was the picture of strength and composure, but Cregan could see the cracks beneath the surface. Each handshake, each hug seemed to chip away at the veneer of control Jace had built around himself.

When everyone proceeded to the burial site, Luke's body was placed over the area where it would be buried and lay forever. As the priest gave final blessing, Jace’s frame stiffened, his breaths shallowed slightly. Cregan was at his side, sensing the shift. He grabbed his husband's hand and started rubbing small circles on his back. He had seen this coming from the beginning. He only hoped now that he could soften the blow, if only a little bit. 

It was during the final moments of the burial, as the casket was lowered into the ground, that the storm finally broke. Jace stared at the graveside, the finality of it all crashing down on him. His breathing quickened even more, and he felt a tightness in his chest that made it hard to breathe.

“No.” Jace shook his head, pleading with every higher power he could think of. “Please, no!” he whimpered, not caring about what people thought about him. The pressure inside him had built up to an unbearable level. "I can't... I can't do this," he gasped, his voice breaking. "He's gone, Cregan! No....please! He can’t be gone!"

The tears finally came then, a torrent of grief and anguish that he had held back for far too long. He lurched forward, falling to the ground, sobs wracking his body. Cregan knelt beside him, wrapping his arms around Jace, holding him as he wailed. 

The mourners looked on with a mix of sympathy and understanding. Rhaenys and Corlys took it upon themselves to start herding the funeral guests toward the reception, knowing the best thing for the family was to be alone with each other right now. Rhaenyra and Harwin rushed to Jace's side, their own tears falling freely as they tried to comfort their son. For the first time since the accident, Jace allowed himself to truly feel the depth of his loss. Jace clung to Cregan, his cries growing softer, his screams turning into broken whispers, “Come back…. Luke I’m sorry…. Please come back.” 

The four of them sat like that for a while. Everyone else had gone, Laena had taken Jace’s other brothers to the reception, giving them time to just worry about Jace. Thirty minutes felt like a lifetime. Jace felt like he had cried away all the tears he had left, a terrible headache was brewing in the back of his skull. He picked up his head and looked around, realizing they were alone. “We should go to the reception now. They’re probably waiting for us.” He groaned, rubbing his burning eyes. 

Rhaenyra cupped her son's face gently, "Jace, you don't have to go. Everyone will understand."

Harwin nodded in agreement, "We're all hurting, son. And you’ve already done so much. If you just want to go home, it’s alright.” 

Jace looked to his husband for the answer. Cregan looked at him lovingly, saying, “I’ll do whatever you want, baby.” 

Jace thought for a moment, “I think we should go.” He decided.

“Are you sure?” Cregan asked.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” 

The reception was a blur for Jace. He felt exhausted, both physically and emotionally. Many people came to him again, offering even more condolences and asking if he was alright. He assured everyone that he was feeling much better now, but the ache in his heart and the pounding in his head were creeping up on him again. He wondered why he even bothered coming. Just then Helaena came up to him with a gentle smile.  

“Hi Jace.” She spoke softly

“Hi Helaena.” 

She looked at him as if she was trying to speak a language she didn’t know. She quickly gave up on words and held her arms out to him. He took them gratefully. After a full day of words and tears, her silent comfort somehow surpassed it all. Helaena often struggled with words, but in her touch was a power no one else in that room possessed. In that moment, Jace felt all of his pain melt away. For a split second, he felt whole again. He felt the one thing that had been missing since Baela called him that night, hope. They stayed like that for a little while. Jace breathed in her soothing herbal scent, finally feeling a sense of healing take fold. 

“Thank you so much Helaena.”

“For what”

“For being exactly what I need right now.”

Helaena smiled kindly and then left. Eventually everyone cleared out, leaving just the family. As they sat on the couch together, Jace struggled to come to terms with his outburst at the funeral. In hindsight, he felt embarrassed and ashamed for breaking down in front of everyone. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice filled with regret. "I didn't mean to make a scene."

Rhaenyra held him in her arms, her eyes filled with compassion. "Jace, you have nothing to apologize for. You lost your brother, not even a month ago. You have every right to grieve. If anyone should be sorry, it’s me. I never should have let you take on all that by yourself."

Harwin nodded in agreement. "Neither of us should have, Jace. We're a family, and we should support each other. You don't always have to be strong for everyone."

Cregan held his hand, his voice gentle but firm. "You've been carrying so much, sweetheart. It's time to let others carry some of that weight with you. We're all here for you now." He pressed a feather-light kiss to Jace’s temple. 

Jace looked around at his family, seeing the love and support in their eyes. He realized then that he didn't have to bear his grief alone. He didn't have to be the pillar of strength all the time. It was okay to lean on those who loved him. He felt tears come to his eyes again, but this time he let them flow freely. He grabbed on to his mother’s waist and cried slow, soft tears. Rhaenyra did the same until they both fell asleep in that position, their pain and exhaustion finally ceasing for the time being. 

Harwin and Cregan shared a knowing look before carefully unraveling the two and picking them up bridal style. Harwin couldn’t help but smile as he remembered the last time he held his wife this way. She had gotten too tipsy at a party and passed out in the car on the ride home. They were so young then, before the children, before their lives had truly begun. 

Cregan thought about the last time he held his husband this way. They had just gotten married. Jace was about to open the door to their apartment, when Cregan scooped him up and carried him across the threshold. It was a silly moment filled with laughter and so much love. They were still young, but Cregan knew from the moment they met, that he was going to spend the rest of his time on Earth and then some with the man sleeping in his arms. 

They carried their spouses up the stairs and laid them down on their respective beds. With the softest touch they remove as much of their uncomfortable funeral attire as they could before laying down next to them. They knew in the morning the pain would hit all over again, but for now they enjoyed this moment of peace in the eye of the storm. 

[murdocksdaughter]

this is a request of mine for jacaerys velaryon. could you make it a female reader, could just be a tutor and doesn't have to be a targaryen (which I would prefer), that is teaching him high valyrian while he's buried inside her, on his lap and would stop moving whenever he would get a word wrong or pronounce it wrong? sorry if this is a weird request 🙏🏻

tutor - j.v

jacaerys velaryon x fem!servant!reader (18+)

summary: you are daughter of a dragonkeeper making your native language high valyrian. however you become a servant for the royal family instead of a dragonkeeper serving jacaerys directly and eventually his personal high valyrian tutor.

word count: 1.8k

warnings: nsfw, MINIORS DNI, porn with plot, piv sex, riding, a minor handjob, no use of y/n, jace is vocal

a/n: i saw this request and immediately jumped into writing it. i the plot is slight changed but premise is the same i hope i did your vision justice.

xoxo hope

You were a daughter of a Dragonkeeper but you did not take up the occupation like your father. You did not have much taste to work with dragons. However you work in the castle of Dragonstone. You were in charge of all the servants for the eldest two sons of Rhaenyra. You saw to all their needs, made sure their baths were drawn and food was delivered to their room upon request. Swords sharpened, clothes cleaned and mended. All of it. 

Growing up a daughter of a dragonkeeper you were fluent in High Valyrian as it was your first language. You spoke in the common tongue with a small accent, making some people think you were from Essos. High Valyrian was the language you thought in, your default. You struggled a bit to keep the two languages straight, especially when stressed. 

But soon that minor flaw turned into strength. As you were recruited by the eldest son of Rhaenyra to become a tutor for him. Jacaerys wanted extra lessons outside of the maesters. He was eager to carry the tradition of speaking the native language of his forefathers. He was a quick study, hard working. Nights were spent secluded in candle light huddled over several textbooks he kept in his room. 

First you worked on his conversational High Valyrian. His commands for his dragon and basic requests were perfect. But when you started he struggled a bit to carry a conversation. And as these sessions continued, their study of language became more complicated, the tension between them grew. Face drifted closer and bodies would press against one another. 

It wasn’t long before you two shared a kiss. It was heavy and passionate. Jacaerys grabbing your face as your hands tangled into his hair. It was an intense kiss for you both, pulling away breathless. 

The nature of your relationship changed. All decorum unraveled. Becoming more physical, lingering touches and soft caress. It was all too intimate. You knew the growing nature of your relationship was unacceptable. You were a servant, you were in no position to be a lover of a prince. 

But Jacaerys was very convincing, as his hands explored your body more. He did not care, he expressed he wanted you. Your lessons become less about High Vaylrian and more of sharing heated kisses. 

So you devised a plan to keep Jacaerys on track. You would tease him with rewards he wanted. It started with your lips so close to his waiting for him he replied correctly. And breathing down his neck as he took the quizzes you created for him. But as it continued it only drew out more intensity from both of you. 

Soon you would be perched on his lap clothed and rolling your hips against him as you tested the pronunciation of more ancient texts. Your teasing worsened as your lesson became more complicated. But you would reward him handsomely after you tease him. Many nights end with his chambers filled with obscene sounds that reflect more of a lounge in a brothel. 

And your techniques seem to pay off for Jacaerys. His “lessons” with the maester were a breeze. He could hold conversations with the Dragonkeepers. But more impressively he spoke with more confidence to his mother. You were an amazing  teacher and most importantly Jacaerys was an amazing student.

You carry on with your lessons although they essentially became an excuse to see each other. Tonight was no different for the exception Jacaerys had convinced you to let him bury himself inside you during the lesson. You protested a bit arguing that it was an excuse for him to get his “reward early”.

Jacaerys, like his Targaryen ancestors, was persuasive. He explained he wanted to challenge himself. To see if he could focus as you rode him. Blood of the dragon made the prince sure of himself and you like the idea of humbling him. 

Half your clothes had been removed and the rest disheveled. You sunk down on his cock with the book flip open next to you on his desk next to you. 

“You ready, ñuha dārilaros?” You smile down at Jacaerys.  My prince 

He smiled at you widely, gripping the bunched up fabric of your chemise at your waist. “Hen rhinka, ñuha teptys.” Of course, my teacher. 

You started to roll your hips slowly as you looked down at the book next to you. It was a history text, of fairly recent events. Your page was open to Maegor the Cruel. 

“Skore giēñrȳī gōntan Maegor gōntan ossēnagon rūsīr Blackfyre?” you asked with a small hitch your breath. You rose up on his cock slowly, dragging out a small moan from your prince. Which maester did Maegor kill with Blackfyre? 

Jacaerys took a sharp breath in thinking deep of what you said. He did not think in High Valyrian like you did. But he learned to translate quickly. 

“Giēñrȳī Gawen,” He answered voice slightly strained, but his pronunciation was perfect. Maester Gawen

You nodded, “Sȳz, ñuha dārilros.” Jacaerys closed his eyes at your praises guiding your hips. Good, my prince. 

You sigh, resisting the feeling to roll your head back. “Se skoro syt gōntan ziry gaomagon bona?” And why did he do that? 

Your hips lifted again and sunk back down slowly. Feeling his cock throb inside send a shiver down your spine. But flecked your abdomen, your hands gripping Jacaerys should be a bit tighter. The prince noticed and thrusted his hip up, trying to see you roll your head in pleasure. You let out a small yelp, a call of surprise at the prince’s brazenness. 

“Ao līs rȳbagon! You reprimanded Jacaerys as if he was a dragon. Your hip movements came to a full stop. And you started to lift yourself off of him. You must behave

“Sesīr. Udligon ñuha másino.” You gave the prince a small glare. And now. Answer my question. 

Jaceerys whined at the lost of your warmth surrounding him. “Gawen amisagon zȳhon hepagon hen d…demalion…” he stuttered out. Gawen protested his ascent of the t…throne… 

You could hear his accent pronunciation of the word for throne fall. You shake your head, “Dēma…lion…” you repeat slowly for him to hear the accent. You slid back onto his cock at the same pace. “Sylugon arlī.” You order him with a teasing roll of your hips. Try again.

“Dēmalion. Gawen amisagon zȳhon hepagon hen dēmalion….” His tone was breathless. Throne. Gawen protested his ascent to the throne

You nod proudly, your hips bucking back and forth. “Sȳz…” Jacaerys moaned, feeling your hips moving again. Your hips were moving faster than before, you wanted to push him to his edge. You kept rocking on your hips and moaning loudly yourself. Challenging Jacaerys to focus only made it hard for you. His cock filled you, brushing again the spot inside that made you shake. 

It became less about the challenge for the prince and more about wanting to reach your peak. “Sȳz…” You repeated as your hips grounded themselves firmly against his. You were losing control quickly. 

Jacaerys whispered your name then dropped his head to your chest. “What’s next?” he asks in common tongue. Your breath hitch, words disappearing off your tongue. Your thoughts were intertwined with both languages. You need to finish his lesson. You tried to reason with yourself. 

Jacaerys called your name again. You still moving your hips looked down at him. His hands gripped you tightly. You open your mouth but all words disappear from your mind. Jacaerys recognized that look. He smiled at you bucking his hip up into you. You let out a shaky moan. 

“Jacaerys…” you whine, your mind was no longer on his lesson. “Jaes…” You moan. God…

“Are we done?” He whispered against your neck with his thrusts becoming more focused. “Can I fuck you now?”

You nodded, still unable to find the words in either language. Jacaerys leans up to kiss you deeply as he takes control of the pace. You whimper and moan against his lips. “You feel amazing…” Jacaerys whispers against you lips 

You shudder at his praise. Bucking her hips to match his pace. He pulls away and rests his head against your forehead. You moan seeing the look of pleasure in Jacaerys eyes. His eyes were round and glassy. You tangle your fingers into his curls breathlessly crying out a mix of Valyrian and the common tongue. 

Jacaerys leans down to your shoulder. “I did good, yes?” He murmurs into it thrusting his hips hard into you. 

“Yes...” is all you could muster. Feeling lost in the pleasure. “You’re v…very kostilus jaes….good.” Jacarys smiled wildly, he lived for your praise. You both started to falter as he could feel his own orgasm coming. 

The sporadic rhythm of his thrusts caused you to clench around him. Your stomach twisted you could feel your orgasm crashing over you. You babbled in High Valyrian, your head finally rolling back. 

Jacaerys kissed up your neck nipping every once in a while. He was nearing his orgasm, his fingers digging into you deeply. His breathing was ragged and shaky, his moans strained. You could see in your own hazy of pleasure he was close. You started to lift your hips.

“No please,” He pleaded. 

You shook your head, “I can’t. You know we can’t risk…” You protested. Jacaerys physically deflected but allowed you to pull off. Still sitting on his lap you wrapped your hands around his cock. In lieu of allowing him to finish inside you, you pumped your hand up and down his length. Drawing out his orgasm, his but wracked a bit. You lean forward and kiss him to help him ride through it. 

He kissed back softly, whimpers slipping through. Your hands slowly came to stop as they were covered in seed. As you pulled away you giggled holding up your hand and licked it clean. The sight made Jacaerys shutter a bit. 

He pulled you into a hug letting his head rest on your shoulder. You hug him back letting your but fall limp in his hold. It was peaceful, the air around you seemed to cool and the tension dissipated. 

“You did good today…” You whispered, your Valyrian accent more apparent.

Jacaerys giggled, “We barely studied.” he retorted. You shrug against him. It didn’t matter Jacaerys was as fluent as he could be. All he needed was to continued repetition and you weren’t only Valyrian speaker on the island. 

“We’ve reached the end of you being under my tutelage. Very little study needs to happen.” You mumbled out. A sly smile forms on Jacaerys’ lips. 

“I don’t mind that…” He jokes. You roll your eyes at him pulling away from his grasp. Jacaerys whines as you watch you redress yourself. 

“Must you leave?” 

You look at him with a small frown. “Yes, I must be up early.” Jacaerys sighs in defeat. “I’ll see you in the morrow at breakfast…” 

You nod then lean down to kiss his cheek. “I'll have a bath drawn for you at first light. Sleep well ñuha dārilaros…”  Jacaerys smiles watching you leave his chambers. “Ēdurnon sȳrī, ñuha jorrāelagon…” Sleep well, my love

[theothermaidoftarth]

Moodboard for my upcoming Jacaerys character study wherein Rhaenyra doesn’t leave King’s Landing after Vaemond’s death, and so ascends the throne after her father dies. Two years later Jace grapples with what it means to be both bastard and heir to the Iron Throne.

Hale and Grace

M/16+ | Jacaerys Velaryon x Baela Targaryen

Cw: self-harm, dysfunctional family

[mondwife]

Enimes To Lovers - Imagine Aemond Targaryen

Avisos: Esse imagine é escrito e postado por mim. Postado originalmente na conta “sra_kwonji” no Wattpad. Não aceito que repostem e nem que traduzam minha obra.

Resumo: Você e Aemond possuíam uma rivalidade entre si desde a infância, mais sua para com ele, do que ele em relação a você. Após 4 anos morando em pedra do dragão, você retorna à King’s Landing, e descobre da pior forma que está prometida a Aemond como sua esposa.

Alertas: Contém xingamentos, insinuação de Sexo. Palavras de baixo calão, e menção à violência .

Você

Após longos 4 anos, eu estava de volta a Porto Real, a última vez em que estive aqui mal havia completado 14 anos, mas lembro-me bem que foi um completo caos.

Eu não estava feliz ao voltar ao meu "lar", mas infelizmente eu estava aqui. Minha família foi convidada pelo rei para passar um tempo no palácio, este que implorou a minha mãe, Rhaenyra, que viesse o quanto antes.

Me admira que dada as circunstâncias, meu avô ainda conseguisse estar vivo.

Não era segredo para ninguém que minha mãe e a rainha se odiavam, e nem que por conta desta magoa entre as duas, os filhos criassem o mesmo sentimento.

Mas nada se comparava a relação de gato e rato que eu possuía com meu querido tio, Aemond.

As melhores lembranças que tenho da minha infância, era as vezes em que eu pude desfrutar do prazer de bater em meu tio, este que sempre me desafiou, e em quase todas as ocasiões, acabou ensanguentado, chorando para sua mãe.

      Não me entenda mal, eu fazia isso apenas porque ele me provocava. E eu simplesmente não poderia aguentar suas brincadeiras caladas, não quando eu tinha toda garra para partir para cima.

“Aqui continua tão deplorável quanto eu me lembro” Falei enquanto caminhava ao lado dos meus irmãos, Luke e Jace.

Observamos um tumulto no centro do pátio e nos aproximamos, Aemond e Cole lutavam um contra o outro. Os cabelos do platinado batiam em suas costas conforme ele atacava, se esquivando, avançando e interrompendo os ataques de Sor Criston.

     Devo dizer, estou surpresa com o que eu vi.

Aemond parecia mais maduro e sério, estava mais alto, e seu corpo um pouco mais definido do que eu me lembrava na infância. Era horrível para mim ter que admitir isso, mas o tapa olho o deixava atraente.

“Quero ver você lutar com ele agora” Debochou Jace.

“Acredito que eu ainda venceria” Comentei ainda concentrada em cada passo da luta.

“Ele está assustador com esse tapa olho, mas eu dou um voto de confiança em nossa irmã. Afinal, ela foi treinada pelo Daemon. Além de possuir a mesma personalidade que a dele” Disse Luke e eu sorri.

Papai e eu sempre treinávamos juntos por horas, incansáveis vezes. E eu nunca estava pronta o suficiente para ele, em partes, isso me foi bom, aprendi a melhorar a cada dia. Em outras, aquilo foi o verdadeiro inferno.

“Sobrinhos, vieram treinar?”Questionou Aemond. O príncipe nos olhou pelo canto do seu único olho, ainda segurando a espada em suas mãos. Seu rosto estava banhado em uma expressão de seriedade, e o olhar que ele possuía não era nada agradável. Acho que alguém não ficou feliz com nossa presença.

“Olá, Tio!” Respondi sorrindo. Infelizmente não será hoje que te darei uma revanche pelos velhos tempos.

“Querida sobrinha, muita coisa mudou enquanto você esteve fora” Ele se aproximou de nós enquanto guardava a espada.

“Eu duvido muito” Consigo ver o ódio passando pelo seu olho, e o desejo intermitente de fincar sua espada em meu pescoço.

“Mal posso esperar para te provar o contrário” Percebi seu olhar me analisar de cima a baixo, percorrendo sua atenção por cada mínimo detalhe de meu corpo, isso me irritou.

“Devo confessar que eu não esperava que você ficaria tão...”

“Bonita?” O interrompi.

“Ajeitada” Ele riu. “Talvez agora você consiga, após muita procura. Um pretendente, caso contrário. Poderá acabar em um convento.

“Contanto que eu não me case com você, eu posso parar até no inferno”.

“Se eu fosse você não contava com isso...” Disse ele comprimindo os lábios.

“Por que?” Questionei ainda incerta sobre as verdadeiras intenções de suas palavras.

“Crianças, vejo que já estão se enturmando novamente. S/N, Nada de voar no pescoço do seu tio” Meu pai apareceu nos assustando.

“Daemon” O príncipe de um só olho o cumprimentou antes de nós deixar a sós.

“Há alguns anos eu disse que essa raiva dos dois era amor reprimido. Volto a dizer que continuo com o mesmo pensamento.” Jace provocou me fazendo revirar os olhos.

“Eu não sabia se vocês dois iam se beijar ou acabar trocando socos” Disse Luke rindo.

“Eu? Cultivando um amor reprimido por esse caolho idiota?”Questionei ofendida.

“Chega vocês três. O rei pediu para que nos reuníssemos para o jantar” Daemon disse nos empurrando para a porta de entrada de volta ao castelo.

Após me limpar e trocar as roupas que eu usava, fui levada até a sala de jantar, todos estavam reunidos na mesa à minha espera. De certa forma isso me irritou, porque esse jantar era tão importante assim que precisava da presença de toda a família para ser iniciado?

Me sentei em uma cadeira vazia no meio dos meus irmãos.

“O que está achando de voltar para casa, minha querida, S/n?” O rei se direcionou para mim, sorrindo e esperando em grande expectativa minha resposta.

“É ótimo poder estar em casa novamente, ser agraciada pela adorável companhia de toda a minha família, inclusive os meus tios, os quais não os vejo há tanto tempo” Sorri falsamente, recebendo um olhar caloroso de meu avô.

“Isso é ótimo. Estou feliz de poder reunir toda a minha família novamente, e antes que eu me esqueça...” Ele se levantou de sua cadeira com muita dificuldade. “Após conversar com minha querida esposa, eu decidi noivar minha linda neta, com meu adorável filho, Aemond.”

Puta que pariu...

“Vovô...”Tentei dizer mas minha mãe segurou em minha mão e negou, me aconselhando a apenas aceitar.

O olhar de Aemond era indecifrável para mim.

“Um brinde aos noivos” Propôs a rainha, revirei os olhos e me neguei a brindar a este terrível acontecimento.

“Meus pêsames, irmã” Lucerys sussurrou para mim enquanto olhava nosso tio, Aemond.

Eu apenas ri, trazendo a atenção do platinado que me encarou arqueando sua sobrancelha.

“Céus, eu preferia me tornar freira do que me casar com o tio, Aemond” Você suspirou irritada, sussurrando em resposta ao seu irmão.

“Eu até tentei convencer a mamãe a nos casar. Mas ela disse que tinha outros planos para mim. Antes que eu pudesse me pronunciar, uma mão foi oferecida em meu campo de visão, levantei meu olhar e observei meu agora então noivo sorrir levemente para mim.

“Gostaria de dançar comigo, querida sobrinha?” Aemond continuou com a mão estendida esperando minha resposta.

“Cruz credo” Lucerys sussurrou apenas para que eu ouvisse antes de nos deixar sozinhos.

“Acho que eu não tenho escolha a não ser aceitar” Bufei me levantando da cadeira e pegando em sua mão.

“Você sabia, não sabia?” Meu tom de voz era mais acusatório do que apenas questionador. 

“Do que você está falando?”Aemond respondeu sem muito interesse.

“Não se faça de idiota, nosso noivado.”

“Oh, sim. Eu sabia, na verdade estou ciente sobre isso há muito tempo.” O olhei incrédula, ele só poderia estar brincando comigo. “Tudo isso na verdade foi uma desculpa para te trazerem, seus pais sabiam que se comentassem que você está prometida a mim desde o seu nascimento, você seria capaz de fugir, e aqui está você. Prestes a se casar comigo” Ele abriu um sorriso escancarado, se divertindo com toda a situação.

“Por que você não se opôs contra isso?” Questionei confusa.

“E de que adiantaria? Casamentos são acordos políticos, você e eu não temos escolha” Ele deu de ombros. “Contudo, devo salientar que estou feliz, ao menos não será tão ruim assim me deitar com você. Você se tornou uma mulher atraente, querida sobrinha.”

“Você só pode ter ficado maluco ao cogitar que eu me deitarei com você...”

“Uma hora ou outra você vai...E até lá, aguardarei ansiosamente para descontar tudo que passei em suas mãos durante a nossa infância” Ele sussurrou em meu ouvido.

No mesmo instante lembrei-me dos tapas em que eu deferi em seu rosto, diversas vezes em meio a nossas brigas, engoli em seco.

“Fique tranquila, não irei bater em seu rosto.” Disse ele ao perceber a expressão de medo presente em mim. “Mas não posso dizer o mesmo para a sua bunda” Aemond apertou meu quadril e sorriu antes de deixar um longo beijo em minha testa.

        O jantar terminou e eu não esperei um segundo sequer para invadir o quarto dos meus pais irritada.

      As palavras de Aemond ainda rodavam minha cabeça, e eu não sei se suportaria o fato de que agora eu seria sua esposa.

“Mas que porra foi essa?” Questionei absorta em tanto ódio. “Quando é que vocês pretendiam me contar que eu estou prometida à aquele maluco desde que eu nasci?”

“Querida...” Minha mãe tentou dizer. Mas eu a encarei com raiva.

“Eu não quero me casar com ele” Suspirei tentando me controlar. “Me case com o Luke ou qualquer outra pessoa, menos ele”

“Acalme-se, S/n. - Disse meu pai e eu ri, como ele poderia me pedir calma em uma situação como essa?”

“Calma? Calma? Como me pede para ter calma? Não se esqueça que você conseguiu casar com minha mãe porque quis.”

“Quem está se esquecendo é você. Sua mãe e eu tivemos que casar com pessoas que não escolhemos, entendemos sua revolta. Mas não há nada que possamos fazer”

“Mãe... Por favor...”

“Querida, não vai ser tão ruim assim. Vocês só precisam conversar e se acertarem, precisam parar com essa implicância entre vocês dois” Ela tentou me tocar mas eu me afastei.

“Estou profundamente magoada, me sentindo traída. Vocês deixaram eu pensar que poderia escolher meu marido, quando na verdade eu já estava prometida. E pior, eu soube pela boca dele, sabe o quão humilhante foi para mim?”

“Nós sabíamos que você não iria aceitar, não é de nosso agrado esse casamento. Mas essa união foi uma proposta de paz entre as nossas desavenças, e os filhos de vocês dois serão a prova disso”.

“Eu não gerarei filhos daquele idiota” Eu gritei arremessando um objeto na parede. “Vocês são os meus pais, façam algo” eu Implorei.

“Se eu pudesse fazer algo, eu já teria feito. Minha menina” Minha mãe me abraçou com carinho e eu repousei minha cabeça em seu ombro.

“S/n...Escute o que eu vou dizer, mesmo com a união de vocês dois, isso não nos garante que uma guerra não se iniciará com a morte do seu avô. Você precisa trazer Aemond para o nosso lado, faça-o se apaixonar por você, mas em hipótese alguma, se apaixone por ele” Meu pai segurou em meu rosto e fez um carinho em minha bochecha. “Nós confiamos em você para conseguir isso, estaremos aqui para você, apesar de tudo.”

           Respirei fundo e assenti, de fato Aemond estava certo.

         Nós só somos peças em um tabuleiro montado por outras pessoas, não temos escolha.

             Voltei para o meu quarto e troquei minha roupa, vesti uma camisola preta e deitei em minha cama, peguei um livro aleatório e comecei a folhear.

     A quem eu queria enganar? Não estava conseguindo me concentrar, pois a ideia de imaginar eu me casando com Aemond me fazia querer vomitar.

          Ouvi um barulho no canto da parede e logo esta se abriu, revelando a passagem secreta, uma figura de capuz preto entrou em meu quarto e caminhou em minha direção.

          Antes que eu pudesse pegar a adaga ao meu lado, a pessoa abaixou o capuz, me revelando sua identidade.

“Calma. Sou eu” Disse Aemond.

“O que está fazendo aqui?”Questionei e ele deu de ombros.

“Vi que ainda estava acordada e quis vir até aqui” Assenti, voltando a ler, ele se sentou ao meu lado. “Não tem nenhuma pergunta? Sei que está chateada”.

“Desde quando você sabia?”Larguei o livro ao meu lado e me sentei na cama.

“Desde a nossa infância, um pouco antes de eu reivindicar Vhagar para mim” Respondeu.

“Por que nunca disse nada antes?”

“Eu achei que você sabia e por isso tinha tanta raiva de mim. Na verdade, me irritava e me entristecia a forma que você me tratava quando éramos crianças. Principalmente ao saber que você seria minha futura esposa”.

“Você sabe que podemos dar um jeito nisso...” Me aproximei dele. “Se me ajudar a fugir, eu nunca mais apareço na sua frente novamente”.

“Eu não posso. A cerimônia foi marcada para amanhã, seus pais ficaram com medo que você fugisse, tanto que te trancaram em seu quarto” Ele apontou para a porta, rapidamente me levantei e corri até a mesma, constatando o óbvio, ele estava certo.

“Eu faço o que você quiser…”Toquei em suas mãos.

“Vejo que está desesperada”Zombou. Esse era o momento de triunfo para ele.

“Aemond, por favor...”Agarrei em seu rosto. “Eu deixo você descontar tudo que te fiz passar, vamos!”

“S/n...”

“Você queria bater na minha bunda, não queria? Tudo bem, contanto que me ajude a fugir.”

“Eu aceito um beijo” Ele propôs me puxando em sua direção.

“Um beijo?” Estou confusa com seu pedido, Aemond apenas assentiu. “Tudo bem...” Suspirei antes de grudar nossos lábios.

           Sentei em seu colo e agarrei em seus cabelos os puxando para trás, Aemond gemeu em minha boca e buscou minha língua com a sua, ele agarrava fortemente em meu quadril enquanto nossos lábios se moviam deliciosamente, explorando cada mínimo contato, o choque percorrendo pelo meu corpo, o sentimento de prazer a cada pequeno movimento de sua língua sobre a minha me fazia arfar.

       Mordi seu lábio inferior antes de finalizar nosso beijo com um longo selinho. Me afastei dele e sai de seu colo.

        Aemond sorriu vitorioso e se levantou indo atrás da passagem pela qual ele entrou.

“Foi mais fácil do que eu imaginava” Ele riu. A confusão estampada em meu rosto era evidente.

“Aonde você vai?”

“Princesa, você foi muito ingênua de pensar que eu a ajudaria. Vejo você no altar amanhã. Não fuja, não quero ter de ir atrás de você” Ele acenou para mim. De confusa passei a ter raiva, ódio por ter acreditado em um mentiroso. Maldito.

“Seu filho da puta” Ele gargalhou antes de ir embora.

      Agora mais do que nunca eu colocaria o pedido de meu pai em prática.

          Eu teria Aemond Targaryen aos meus pés.

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Snow Drop Part 1

Jacaerys Velaryon x reader

Description: Jacaerys Velaryon finds himself taken by a pretty handmaiden who he catches watching him reading every evening in the library at Dragonstone. Jacaerys assumes the maiden takes an interest in the books, but what if it's the prince himself that keeps her returning to the library?

Author's note: first part of my Jace series, which will be loosely based on Snow White.

Warnings: Female reader.

Shards of moonlight entered the arched windows, casting shadows across the flagstone floors of the library of Dragonstone. Lanterns attached to dragon shaped hangings lining the walls cast a warm glow over the cold, grey stone walls, curls of smoke dancing from the flames. A figure melded with the shadows of the darkened hallway outside the library. The castle maid peeped from behind the arched oak door on the threshold of the library. She found herself, not for the first time, observing Prince Jacaerys as he turned the pages of an ancient tome. A frown furrowed his brow and downturned his lip, and Y/N found herself wishing she could smooth his expression. She longed for him to smile at her, but immediately rebuked herself for her presumptuous thought. Since she had fled from King's Landing to Dragonstone, eager to show her loyalty to the true Queen, she had found herself mesmerized by the young Prince. Try as she might, she could not tear her gaze away from him, as he passed her in the hallways, or she would observe him reading in the library every night, from the safety of the shadows. Her awareness of the foolishness of her fascination was not enough to prevent her eyes from following him, or her heart stuttering at the sight of him, at the sound of his voice. While she lived, her mother had gently chastised Y/N for her preoccupation with tales of princes and princesses, of castles and romance. Prince Jacaerys seemed to embody the princely qualities of honour, loyalty and gallantry, which she had always believed to invest royalty with the mandate to rule. The gentleness and respect that he always directed towards the Queen and his cousins, as well as the female servants, was evidence of an elevation of moral character which raised him above all other men she had met. One interaction she had had with him, in particular, had catalysed her senseless admiration for him.

When she had first begun her duties at Dragonstone, she had been skittish and nervous to be in the presence of royalty, having been previously confined to the lower levels of the Red Keep. Her shy and nervous manner had caused her to drop an empty flagon when attempting to remove it from the table of the Council Room. At the loud clatter which resounded through the room, Ser Alfred Broome rose from the table in indignation and began shouting at her in a booming voice, which left her wincing and cowering.

“Stupid girl, you dare interrupt the proceedings of this Council with your clumsiness. Remove this mess!”

Nodding her head sharply in apology, unable to look him in the eyes, she began to pick up the spilled flagon and cups from the floor, ready to flee from the room, when she heard another voice intervene.

“You dare raise your voice to a lady, Ser? I would advise you to remember your manners and your position in this Council, and to address the members of the Queen’s household with respect.” He almost spat out the last word, in his anger, and Y/N’s eyes tentatively rose to meet those of her defender. She watched in horror as Prince Jacaerys turned from Ser Broome and began to walk with slow, measured strides in her direction, as if worried he would frighten her. Lowering himself to her level, occupied as she still was in gathering the evidence of her clumsiness from the floor, he met her eyes with his warm, brown ones. The gentle expression and reassuring nod he met hers with had her heart stuttering, as he began to assist her in picking the remnants from the floor, their fingers brushing as he did so. Once all the cups and flagon were on the tray, he took it from her, to her surprise, and called for one of the manservants.

“This tray is far too heavy for a lady to be carrying, no wonder it fell. Please remove this to the kitchens.”

With one more gentle, reassuring smile in her direction, he returned to the head of the table, as she wandered from the room, in a half-dazed state.

Since then she had found herself unable to prevent herself from watching for him in the hallways, in case he passed her, and she returned to the library every night just to see him. She knew her actions were foolish, but she convinced herself that there was no harm in indulging her fascination with him from a distance. So it was, that she found herself watching as a lock of his curled, ebony hair fell into his eyes, and he turned the page. When he closed the book suddenly, she almost jumped, but she steeled herself, watching as he rose from the oak table he was seated at, leaving his book open upon the table, as he always did. Waiting a few moments after he had left before making her way into the library, Y/N walked quietly up to the table the Prince had been seated at mere moments ago. She cast her gaze down at the page he had been reading from, as she did every night, curious at what subjects held his interest enough to keep him returning to the library. Bending her face lower to examine a rich illustration of Targaryen history, her hair fell in a curtain around her. As she continued to gently turn the pages, becoming lost in the histories, she did not hear the soft tread of footsteps behind her.

When Prince Jacaerys had vacated his seat in the library, he concealed himself behind the door of the other entrance to the library, watching as the pretty maid who had held his interest from the first moment he had seen her cross him in the hallway, emerged from her hiding place at the other end of the library. Despite her quiet disposition and unobtrusive presence behind the door, he had heard her soft sneeze on one such night, and had been aware of her presence ever since. Curious at why she was hiding, but nonetheless unwilling to frighten her by revealing his awareness of her presence, he had determined to simply continue to read. Upon leaving the library the first time he had observed her watching him, he had secreted himself behind the other door to the library, as he had left the room, and watched as she emerged into the room and walked to where he had just been seated. He watched, in fascination, as she looked hesitantly from left to right, before looking down at the book he had been reading, and began to turn the pages. Ascertaining that it was probably the books the maid held an interest in, and that she was perhaps too shy or unsure to ask if she could borrow any, he resolved to leave the books he read out for her to read, should she so wish. Each night, as he would leave the library, he would leave the book he had been reading from open, so that she might read from it herself, since these books seemed to hold so much interest for her. Each night, he would silently watch as she turned the pages of the book, unable to repress his own smile as he saw a look of intent concentration on her face, as she became immersed in the histories of his House.

The first time he had seen the maid, he had passed her in the hallway and found himself looking back despite himself, struck by her pretty features. Rebuking himself for his behaviour, he had continued on his way through the ancient halls of Dragonstone, but had found himself looking out for her in the following days. Each time he would pass her and she would give him a small bow of her head, he would smile back at her. He could not deny to himself that he found the blush that would dust her cheeks as she scurried past him, as quickly as she could, inexplicably sweet. His anger at Ser Broome a few weeks ago at his harsh manner towards the girl was only partly propelled by his belief that all members of his mother’s household, especially those who had chosen to leave King’s Landing to come into her service out of loyalty, should be treated with respect. He was also partly motivated by a sense of protectiveness towards a lady whose gentleness and shyness left her cringing at Ser Broome’s outburst. Jacaerys had frequently struggled to repress his irritation at Broome’s attitude towards his mother, the Queen and the other women of the Council and the household. His rude behaviour towards a maid who had only been doing her best to serve them, and who was clearly frightened by him, was the final straw.

He had attempted to approach the girl with caution, lest she think that he meant to antagonize her in the same manner as Ser Broome, immediately offering her what he hoped was an encouraging smile. As he began to help her to collect the fallen cups, he regretted to see that her hands trembled, making a mental note to rebuke Brooke further, after the Council session. Removing the tray from the girl’s shaking hands, he had immediately sought out a manservant to take charge of it, surprised that such a heavy load should have fallen to her in the first place. He felt an uncomfortable feeling In his chest as he saw the girl half run from the Council, fearing that he might have embarrassed her by pointing this out, having only intended to aid her and defend her from Broome’s harsh rebukes. Nevertheless, she had continued to greet him affably when she passed him, always respectfully curtseying and bowing her head, to which he lowered his head in respectful greeting. She had not seemed to fear him, as she did Ser Broome and the other raucous members of his mother’s Council, although the fact that she would never enter the library when he was in there, waiting for him to leave before she entered, could suggest otherwise. Tonight, he was determined to find out if such was the case, and to offer her the use of the library, should it please her.

Slowly approaching her, in an attempt not to startle her altogether and have her flee from him immediately, he was a pace behind her before he spoke.

“The histories of my house are of ever growing interest to myself as well. Ah, I see you have been reading of Jahaerys and Alysanne, worthy rulers.”

He was surprised when she whipped around in shock at his voice, emitting a small shriek before curtseying frantically with an apologetic “my apologies, my Prince. I hadn’t meant to disturb you or be presumptuous.”

He realised his approach towards her had only served to alarm her, as she turned to flee. Reaching his arm out quickly he arrested her flight by gently wrapping his hand around hers, turning it over in his hand.

“Apologies, my Lady, I had not meant to startle you. You have not disturbed me and there is no presumption. I meant only to enquire as to whether you might want to borrow a few copies that interest you, should it please you.”

Seeing that her look of alarm had turned into one of confusion, he continued.

“All members of the Queen’s household are welcome to make use of the library, particularly when they seem to have taken such a keen interest in our own histories,” he added, with a gentle smile.

Seeing that she was beginning to relax in his presence and was no longer likely to run from him, he slowly lowered her hand back down to her side.

Looking up hesitantly at him, she bowed her head once again. “Thank you my Prince, you are most gracious. I am grateful for your kind offer….you are sure it would not be an imposition? I should not like to borrow a book you were reading.”

“It would be no imposition at all. You are also free to enter the library when I am present, you will not disturb me. Please feel free to borrow any book that should interest you.” Seeing that she looked flustered at the realisation that he had been aware of her presence the entire time and seeking to alleviate her embarrassment, as he saw her cheeks burning, he tilted his head respectfully in her direction before taking his leave. As he made his way through the dark, flagstone halls of Dragonstone, back towards his own chambers, he was unable to repress a smile at the thought that the pretty maid with the shy disposition and the interest in Targaryen histories might return to the library again. Except, this time, she would not do so clandestinely. Perhaps she might converse with him or, at least, he hoped that such might be the case.