#jacerys x aegon

[jaegonsmoon]

Aegon: It just feels good to be wanted for once, y’know?

Jace: Sure… just not by the entire Kingsguards and Gold Cloaks though.

[princess--of--the--dragonstone]

jacegon mood

[metonomyg]

Hotd x hp crossover

The Targaryen and Valaryen family feud is well known in the wizarding world, hence many are excited to see how the children will interact in school. Imagine their surprise, that each kid just ignores one another. Nothing ever done can provoke them to say something bad about each other. Very few notice the tension in Aegons jaw everytime someone mentions Jacerys or how Aemond tends to close his eye when Lucerys comes in the room just to avoid his gaze.

Each one of them has a reputation in their houses, Aemond being a true Slytherin while keeping his Gryffindor brother and Ravenclaw sister under constant supervision. Jace and Luke, a Gryffindor and Hufflepuff respectfully, are simply going with the flow (both are seen to interact with Helaena and protect her from the negative attention when her brothers is not there to protect her).

Imagine everyone's surprise, when one day everything changes. Aemond is not commonly known to sleep in and run late into the lessons. Not today though.

Today Aemond walked in half way through first lesson of Potions with the Gryffindors. The moment he walks in the room, all the eyes are on him. While his death glare turns most of them away, it is the comment from his dear brother that brings an uproar:

"Brother mine, I didn't think you got resorted overnight."

He didn't, but the Hufflepuff colored tie around his neck says otherwise. Giving no comments, the young man sits down and ignores the constant look until the end. The raised eyebrow that Professor Daemon gives him is much more amusing than intimidating.

Lunch comes faster than expected, and almost the whole school is aware of the situation. And if not, it's to their surprise that Aemond boldly walks over to the Hufflepuff table and tugs Lucerys to his feet. Swiftly taking the Slytherin tie off and exchanging it, Aemond gives the smaller boy a light peck on the forehead and calmly walks back to his table.

Nobody dared to speak bad about the Targaryen family and their Valaryen companions, their collective force much greater when united.

"lentor toliot mirre" - family above all

[somebodytorelateto]

It’s 1:00 am on a Friday night and I’m currently doing everything I can to finish the next chapter while my friends are out — not to blame on my obsession with writing but rather my poor social battery — and I’m seriously so excited for everyone to read it that I know I’ll not sleep until at least 3:00 am

Anyways if you want to read it here it is!

[bailadeluna]

men will literally do home renovations on a whole ass haunted mansion before sending a raven to his wife and children

[novaursa]

The List Of My HOTD Reader Insert Works:

The list received a makeover. There is no longer a second one. All is here, in one place.

Requests are closed! Please stop sending them to me, and respect me enough to understand how I'm unable to be doing anything outside my schedule right now!

Aegon II Targaryen

Helaena Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen

Daeron Targaryen

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Jacaerys Velaryon

Daemon Targaryen

Baela Targaryen

Otto Hightower

Gwayne Hightower

Alicent Hightower

Cregan Stark

Harwin Strong

Criston Cole

Tyland Lannister

Davos Blackwood

The List Of My ASOIAF Reader Inserts Works:

Oberyn Martell

Aerys II Targaryen

Rhaegar Targaryen

Arthur Dayne

Robb Stark

Sansa Stark

Jon Snow

Euron Greyjoy

Tywin Lannister

Tyrion Lannister

Robert Baratheon

Eddard Stark

Brandon Stark

Lyanna Stark

Roose Bolton

Jaqen H'ghar

Styr the Thenn

Ser Duncan the Tall - A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms

The List Of My FAB Reader Insert Works:

Aegon I Targaryen

Visenya Targaryen

Rhaenys Targaryen

Maegor I Targaryen

Torrhen Stark

Orys Baratheon

Aegon (The Uncrowned) Targaryen

Daemon I Blackfyre

Aerion Targaryen (Brightflame)

Dune Crossover

Requests are closed!

About Me

[theghooligan]

aemond: i love that my uncle tried to murder me in my own bed. he’s soooooooo afraid of me—

daemon, living it up in harrenhall:

[starogeorgina]

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫

Pairings: Aegon ii Targaryen x Jacaerys Velaryon x reader x Aemond Targaryen

Warnings: Cream pie, breast fucking, foursome, oral sex, handjobs, swearing, orgasm denial

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Your fingers curl into Aegon’s thick, greasy hair as you hold his head in place as he laps at your cunt like a man starved.

After a disastrous dinner between the two sides of the one family, which turned violent, you all went your separate ways. Or so you thought. While Jace let out his pent-up frustrations by pounding into you, the queen sent her two eldest sons to apologize to their nephew and his wife. Reluctantly, they agreed, but Aegon, having no manners, barged into the bedchamber to be greeted with the sight of you riding Jace.

Immediately you tried to hide your body, but you knew that both princes were curious about you; after all, you were a Stark. Strong natured with a more hardened appearance compared to the pretty ladies and princesses the princes are used to seeing.

Despite trying to hide your body, they had still seen most of it, including your red and swollen cunt. Aegon made a rude jest about how his nephew should kiss it better, and Jace, being unimpressed with his uncle trying to embarrass, ordered Aegon to kneel at that the foot of the bed, and with a nod of approval from you, Jace then told his uncle to kiss your cunt better himself.

Jace kisses down your neck, “Is he doing a good job, my love?”

“Hmm, he would get paid well in a whore house.”

“Finally a use for his smart tongue,” Jace snarks.

Aegon looks up at you and smirks before turning his attention to sucking on your clit. Jace was sitting beside you on the bed. You reach down and take Aegon’s hand and guide it to Jace’s cock.

Aegon starts lazily pumping Jace’s cock back to hardness while Aemond remains stoic as he silently watches all of this unfold.

“Too good to join us, my prince?”

Before he can reply, Aegon says, “He doesn’t know how to please a woman without using his cock.”

“Says the man who's yet to make me come.”

Jace laughs before returning his attention to sucking and kissing your neck. The both of you moan in unison as Aegon pleasures you both. “You’re unexpectedly good at this, my prince; perhaps next time you make a smart remark, I’ll have you suck my husband's cock.”

Aegon changes his technique, bringing you closer to the edge. When you arch your back, grinding against his face, Aemond suddenly stands and strides towards the bed.

He grips your breast roughly. When you notice the bulge in his breeches, you push his hands away so you can untie his laces so his cock springs free.

Aemond strokes his cock a few times before pressing it between your breasts and thrusting between them.

You start to feel overwhelmed very quickly being touched in so many different sensitive spots at once, and it doesn’t take long for you to come apart, screaming while your legs shake around Aegon’s head.

Jacaerys tucks hair behind your ear. “Are you okay?”

“I need more.”

The two princes take the hint and step back so you can move onto Jace’s lap, your back pressed against his bare chest. Jace wraps his arm around your waist, keeping you securely in place. When he starts thrusting into you, you start stroking Aemond’s cock.

“Gods, you’re sucking me dry.” Jace nips at the sensitive spot just below your ear with his teeth, causing you to moan. “The most perfect cunt, so warm, wet, and tight.”

Aegon unties his own trousers, “Perhaps next time we can feel for ourselves how tight that cunt is.”

“Absolutely not!” Jace hisses. He lowers his fingers to your clit and starts rubbing circles on it. “I’m the only one who gets to be inside you!”

You nod pathetically at his words and start stroking Aegon’s cock.

The room is filled with the sound of moans and skin slapping together; your sweaty body feels even warmer when you feel the start of your second orgasm starting. Tears pool from the corner of your eyes as Jace fucks you through it until he spills his seed inside you. His cum filling you to the brim before slowly spilling out of you.

You remain on his lap with his cock buried inside you as you continue using your hands on both Aemond and Aegon. You pay close attention to their breathing; you still weren't over how they treated your husband, and you knew the perfect way to get back at them. Just as they are going to come, you let go of them, leaving them both hanging on the edge of an orgasm.

“What the fuck!”

“Should have been nicer to my husband and his brother during dinner.”

Jace hides his amusement by hiding his face in your hair. Aegon lets out a puff of laughter. He was frustrated he never got to come but couldn’t deny there was humor in your dirty trick.

He was already planning on spending the rest of his night in a brothel anyway.

Aemond, however, gives you a death stare while stuffing his cock back into his pants. When he storms towards the door to leave you and Jacaerys burst into laughter.

[daemontargaryenwhore]

And Halaena looking up to the falling flowers during the funeral was also a foreshadowing bit.

[goldensunflowe-r]

King of (seven kingdoms) Pouting! 🛐

[n-i-m-u-e]

hightarg siblings in one room aegon:*sadly and a little pitifully lying on the floor* do you think i could have any hope with him? aemond:*snorted* helaena:*not looking up from knitting a sock and counting the loops* true love is the seed of all hope aemond:*snorted* aegon: amazing, but what if he already... you know... relationships with someone? daeron:*tapping on his phone* i can ask joff if jace is dating anyone aegon:*terrified* NO! aemond:*snorted louder* aegon:*turned to aemond irritably* okay, WHAT? aemond: love is weakness and an evolutionary mistake aegon:👀 helaena:👀 daeron:👀 aegon: you`re literally making a fucking valentine’s day card for lucerys now aemond:*pointing hot glue gun towards aegon* and you’re on thin fucking ice now

[jaegonsmoon]

Mamma mia AU. Jace is going to marry Aegon and wants to have the perfect wedding so he plans to have his biological dad be the one to deliver him at the altar, the problem? He has no idea who his real father is. Until one day he finds Rhaenyra's old diary and now has three possible candidates: Laenor Velaryon, Harwin Strong and Criston Cole. Jace decides to send wedding invitations to the three men and find out the truth of his origin. Nothing could go wrong right? 👀

LISTEN TO ME I LOVE THIS

It’s so important to Jace to have his real dad there with him, even though he likes Daemon enough, Rhaenyra just married him two years ago and he didn’t raise him.

I would like to think that this was a little group project between him, Aegon, Luke, Aemond and Helaena.

But imagine the bets they have going on though lmao. Aemond takes one look at Harwin and then at Lucerys and he’s like “That’s the one for sure.” But then Aegon looks at Criston and he’s like, “Are you sure? Cuz this one is looking pretty close to me!” And Jace is just… so frustrated. He just wants his dad!

He does, however, clicks with Laenor so quickly that he’s secretly hoping he is the one.

Rhaenyra is struggling badly, Daemon is jealous and amused at the same time.

In the end, they all walk him down the aisle. It doesn’t matter. Even Daemon.

At the altar Aegon leans in as he takes Jace’s hands and smiles at him cheekily, “Ready to take a fifth daddy?” There’s a collective groan from everyone present.

[propheticbride]

Like Lamb to Slaughter

𐙚 As Alicent’s youngest child, your loyalty lies with the Greens, not like there is much of a choice when you are bound to the Red Keep, your two older brothers insistent on it.

> very dark story containing abuse, non-con, incest, dark romance from aemond and aegon, reader is coddled and treated like a baby, some grooming, threesomes, canon based misogyny, lots of mind games and manipulation from almost everyone (no one is looking out for reader's best interest im sawrry) show!alicent with some book!alicent personality bc i miss my evil bitch okay! Also some book!aemond personality. (Also please dont make me do the math of reader's age, just know all of them are aged up a bit)

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[blakeswritingimagines]

How They Worship You

Aegon: He prioritizes quality time together, whether it's through shared meals, adventures, or quiet moments together. He prioritizes physical intimacy and expresses affection in ways that make you feel cared for and desired. He prioritizes your well-being, from emotional support to practical assistance. He plans special surprises and gestures to show you how much he cares. He prioritizes your opinions and feelings and works to build a healthy and equal partnership based on mutual respect.

Aemond: He expresses his support and loyalty to his partner through small and big gestures, such as making you your favorite meal, planning outings and adventures together, or simply holding your hand and reassuring you of his love and devotion. He works hard to build a stable and secure relationship by being a reliable presence in your life, and by consistently showing up for you in all aspects of life, whether it's career, personal life, or the bedroom. He always strives to make you feel safe, heard, and loved, and to be the best version of himself for you.

Jacaerys: He worships his partner by prioritizing your happiness, needs, and desires. He makes sure you feel loved and appreciated by demonstrating kindness, respect, and affection. He is present and engaged when you speak, and he makes an effort to listen with his whole being. He supports your goals and dreams, and he is open to exploring new experiences with you. He prioritizes communication, honesty, and understanding, and works to build trust and deepen connection. He takes time to express his love and admiration and cherish every moment spent together.

Lucerys: He worships his partner by doing small acts of kindness, such as offering a warm cup of tea, giving a massage, or writing you a heartfelt letter. He makes an effort to be thoughtful and proactive, remembering important dates and occasions, and surprises you with unexpected gestures. He takes time to learn your love languages and adapt his behavior to make you feel loved in the ways that resonate most deeply with you.

Rhaenyra: She strives to be a safe and reliable partner, someone you can trust and depend on. She shows up for you through action, not just words, and follows through on her commitments. She is open and honest, and communicates clearly, respectfully, and openly with you. She is willing to compromise and find mutual solutions to problems, and she approaches conflicts with an open mind and a willingness to listen and learn. She works to strengthen your connection and build a partnership based on mutual respect and equality.

Daemon: He worships his partner by making time to spend together, whether it's going on dates, having intimate moments, or simply enjoying each other's company. He prioritizes your comfort, security, and stability, and works to create a safe and supportive environment. He is willing to compromise and make sacrifices for the sake of the relationship, and he tries to be forgiving and understanding when mistakes or conflicts arise. He prioritizes physical touch and makes sure to express his desire through physical connection.

Alicent: She honors your boundaries and respects your space, understanding that you need time to yourself and independence like anyone else. She expresses her love and appreciation through both words and actions, such as planning dates and leaving notes to let you know you are on her mind. She prioritizes your well-being, offering support and assistance whenever she can. She is committed to personal growth, both for herself and for the betterment of your relationship. She is always open and communicating, not only to listen but also to be vulnerable and express her feelings.

Helena: Her devotion to her partner goes beyond anything simple. She ensures that you feel safe with her, both physically and emotionally, and she works to create a secure and stable foundation for your relationship. She is dependable and consistent, following through on her words and actions. She shows respect for your autonomy and individuality, allowing you the space and freedom to be yourself. She takes an interest in your hobbies, passions, and pursuits, and she celebrates your successes. She makes an effort to maintain intimacy and connection, both physically and emotionally, and she prioritizes spending quality time together.

Harwin: He surprises you with small gestures of affection like buying your favorite snacks or leaving love notes. He plans fun date nights and makes sure you feel pampered and prioritized. He also makes an effort to spend quality time with you, engaging in activities you enjoy and actively listening to your thoughts and feelings.

Cregan: He expresses his love through small acts of kindness and thoughtfulness, such as getting your favorite dish, giving you a comforting hug, or surprising you with a small gift. Additionally, he makes an effort to prioritize your emotional and physical well-being. He helps with housework and other tasks and makes sure you have adequate rest and time to relax. He is supportive and understanding during challenges and setbacks and offers comfort and assurance when you need it. Overall, he makes it his priority to make you feel loved, valued, and respected at all times.

Criston: He expresses his love through acts of service, like making you your favorite meal or doing small gestures to make your life easier. He surprises you with unexpected gifts or experiences that reflect your interests and bring joy. He makes an effort to learn about your love language and communicate in a way that resonates with you. He prioritizes quality time together, whether it's a romantic date night or simply cuddling on the couch. He shows vulnerability and a willingness to grow and learn with you, and he makes it a priority to be a safe and supportive space for you.

[somebodytorelateto]

New chapter posted! Hope you guys like it!

Btw I have to wake up in like, three hours lol. I wonder if I’m going to manage to even get up from bed but we’ll see.

I love where this story is going tbh, sorry if it’s angsty but things are always better when angst is involved! —except, of course, in real life.

[lxdyred]

By order of the King

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Niece!Reader, Helaena Targaryen x Niece!Reader (Possibly in the future), Aegon Targaryen x Niece!Reader (Possibly in the future)

WC: 2.4k

Summary: Amidst political turmoil and family feuds, the only and eldest Velaryon daughter, struggles through a tumultuous marriage arranged for strategic gain that quickly escalates into betrayal and tragedy. As she grapples with grief and tensions mount, she faces heartache and sorrow, she grapples with her future as a looming conflict threatens to engulf her in a web of deceit and fear.

Warnings: Mature themes, sexual content (mentioned and lightly described), power dynamics, toxic relationship, violence and death, incestuous overtones, emotional turmoil, psychological themes, character deaths, ambiguous morality.

If you wish to be tagged let me know :)

Not only was war about to break out, ready to blow everything up — including the Targaryen dynasty. Her damn marriage of convenience was also about to explode.

It was King Viserys, her grandfather, who proposed the marriage between his eldest granddaughter and his second son, Aemond Targaryen. The idea was not well-received by any of the black team's supporters, especially Rhaenyra Targaryen, but having to ensure that her son Luke was the heir to Driftmark, she had to give in and betroth her firstborn and only daughter, her dear baby girl.

Not everything was disadvantageous, since having her younger half-brother married to her daughter would bind and commit the greens to seeing her as the future queen.

Or so they all briefly thought, until the King's death.

"The rift in our family will heal, and we will be more united." This was what Viserys the Peaceful said, with difficulty, as he received Rhaenyra and Daemon, and all their progeny, at court for the first time in six years.

The wedding was held that same afternoon, privately. Only the closest to the king attended the ceremony. His children, his wife, his grandchildren, his nieces, the Hand, and Princess Rhaenys. Shortly after, he succumbed to pain, having to be taken to his quarters where he drank milk of the poppy to be able to sleep.

The Hightowers thought this would benefit their discussion about Driftmark's inheritance the next day. Without the king present, they could declare Vaemond Velaryon as heir to his brother, the Sea Snake, who was still hovering between life and death. And, in a way, they could more freely insinuate the illegitimacy of Rhaenyra's elder children. Killing two birds with one stone.

"Now you are a recognized Targaryen, despite your illegitimate descent, wife." These were the first venomous words Aemond addressed to his now wife for the first time in years. "I will make sure you do not follow your mother's path, that the children you carry in your womb are mine, and no one else's." He murmured, while caressing his wife's dark hair, a certain warmth and delicacy in the act.

"I would never think of it, my prince." She whispered, carefully watching his movements as he circled her.

As if she were his prey.

"Do you know what comes next? What is expected of you on our wedding night?" He asked, tilting his head, once he stood in front of her.

"To consummate our union, to give you an heir."

"Hm." He hummed. "I will not be harsh with you, I will be gentle. Until you ask me not to be."

There was no love between them, not even the slightest hint of the friendship that once existed in their childhood. She would be lying if she said he did not keep his word. He was not rough or harsh with her, but considerate and gentle. The union brought something she did not expect, pleasure.

She felt a lot of pleasure; he gave her pleasure. She supposed it was to keep her satisfied, so she wouldn't seek comfort in another man's arms, thus avoiding the possibility and shame of bastards.

Bastards of a bastard, it sounded ironic.

Once he finished inside her, after making her climax three times, he caressed her face, looking attentively at how her face reflected pleasure and satisfaction. Then he got off her, dressed, and left her alone in her room, without a word.

A few days later, her mother, her brothers, Daemon, and her stepsisters had to return to Dragonstone, leaving her in that place infested with snakes and traitors — without knowing what was to come.

Her grandfather died that very night, and the next day, not even a full day later, they crowned Aegon as king in the Dragonpit, in front of the entire people. Placing the conqueror's crown on his head, wielding his sword to the cheers of the people.

She could only bite her tongue and dig her nails into her skin until she bled, while averting her gaze. Not recognizing her uncle, the usurper, as king.

That night, when her husband visited her chambers to have sex with her again, as expected of him, as had been the case every night since they married, it was she who took control. It was she who set the pace and used him, leaving behind the gentleness he had previously offered her. It was she who began to be harsh.

Their encounters became rough and hard, with no room for frills or romance. After all, that was the only way she had to vent.

They did it, finished, and each went their separate ways.

In less than a month she was already pregnant.

"Blessed be the gods for this good news." Was what Alicent Hightower said upon receiving the news, while taking the hands of her young daughter-in-law. "Viserys would be delighted with this news. Finally, the Seven smile upon us."

"Do you think? I think they mock us." She whispered, tears in her eyes.

She wanted to go home, to find comfort in her mother's arms, who should be the queen of the Seven Kingdoms and sitting on the Iron Throne.

From the day they received the news, Aemond stopped visiting her at night, and she spent hours staring at her bed canopy, caressing her still nonexistent baby bump. The life growing inside her was the only thing she had in that cold place.

How she longed to talk to her mother freely, but of course, writing to her and sending a raven at that time, without supervision, without practically the entire king's small council approving it, could be considered treason. And to think of proposing to visit her, by the Seven Gods.

What a fucking mess.

Days went by, her loneliness grew, her breasts became more sensitive, her aversion to certain smells became more noticeable. Still, the only pleasant company she had and found some comfort in was Helaena and her children.

Beings of light, innocent and joyful.

"How are things with my brother?" Helaena asked while observing the cages in which she kept some insects.

"He usually asks about how I am feeling, how the pregnancy is going — but other than that, we do not... interact. We practically live separate lives."

"Does he not discuss his duties with you?"

"The bare minimum. I only know that today he is leaving for Storm's End, to speak with Borros Baratheon."

"Oh." Helaena said, looking at her with an expression she couldn't decipher.

"What is it?"

"It is just that I feel a storm is coming. I do not know, it is strange."

"But the skies are clear, Hel?"

And the storm came, just as Helaena had said.

The next morning she woke up later than usual, none of the maids who usually attended to her came to wake her, which made her wonder why no one had disturbed her until then. She tried to dismiss the thought, leaning towards the belief that they were simply letting her rest due to the lack of energy she felt because of the pregnancy.

When she left her room to meet Helaena and have breakfast with her, she encountered one of the Kingsguard, Ser Arryk Cargyll, who had been patiently waiting for her, for who knows how long.

"Did Helaena send you for me?" The young princess asked doubtfully, as it was usually not Ser Arryk who escorted her anywhere.

"No, princess." Replied the sworn knight softly. "The queen mother sends me; she is waiting for you to meet her and Prince Aemond in her apartments." He said, pointing out the path they were to take, a fleeting, small, empathetic smile adorning his face as if he were trying to hide something.

"Has something happened, Ser Arryk?" She asked as they walked towards Alicent Hightower's apartments. Uncertainty gripped her, for each time they encountered someone from the court, or a servant or guard, they averted their gaze from the young woman, as if not wanting to reveal something. "Have I been accused of treason or something?" The young woman murmured with a mix of doubt and jest, stopping and looking at the Cargyll twin.

"Not at all, princess." The man replied, shaking his head. "The reason for the audience will be revealed when we arrive, I promise."

"Has someone died, by any chance?" The young woman asked, the question hanging in the air.

Ser Arryk did not respond, simply escorting her to the queen mother's chambers. Where, indeed, she discovered that someone had died.

Her baby brother, Luke. At the hands of her own husband, ironically.

With one hand over her mouth and the other over her stomach, she shook her head, under the watchful eyes of Aemond, Alicent, Otto, Aegon, and Ser Criston. She leaned against the brick wall of the queen's chambers, her gaze passing over each of the people present, her tears welling up in her eyes, and the words unable to pass her throat, where she felt a tight knot.

Alicent tried to approach her, raising a hand to touch her shoulder in consolation. "Oh, sweet girl, this was—" she tried to speak, as she finished approaching her.

The young woman, with a slap, pushed her hand away and took a few steps back to distance herself. Now, with tears streaming down her cheeks, blurring her vision, she clumsily opened the door and briskly set off towards anywhere far from any of them.

Without a fixed direction, she turned every corner she encountered until an overwhelming urge to vomit flooded her, and she ended up clutching a large decorative urn, where she emptied her stomach. Amidst the vomiting and retching, she felt a hand rubbing her back in support.

“No, no—” she tried to speak as she pulled away from the person, slightly dragging herself on the ground, wiping her lips with the sleeve of her dress. “No, please,” she whispered through tears, her eyes closed.

“I do not like feeling sick either.”

“What— Jaehaerys…” she whispered the boy’s name, who brought his little hand to her face and wiped away a tear.

“Does your tummy hurt, Auntie?” asked the little boy, who was kneeling beside her, his head tilted and looking at her with concern. Innocence was all that reflected in the eyes of the usurper's progeny.

“A little, yes. Something did not sit well with me, little one.” The young woman sniffed and tried to smile at the boy as best she could.

“Jaehaerys.” Helaena called to her young son, and seeing how he tried to comfort the princess, she approached them, kneeling in front of the duo. “Why don’t you go play with your sister, hm? I shall stay and take care of her, yes?”

The silver-haired boy looked at his mother and then at his aunt, who was still giving him a small smile, even though her lower lip was trembling. He nodded and looked at the small wooden dragon he had in one of his hands before placing it in the young princess’s hand.

“You can keep it until you feel better.”

“Thank you, little prince.”

“Maybe playing with it will help you.” He murmured before standing up and running towards one of the servants who took care of Helaena’s children.

The usurper’s wife, whom she had adored since childhood, helped her up from the ground, and with an arm around her, while she cried silently, accompanied her to her room, where she broke into almost agonising, pain-filled sobs. Helaena sat at the foot of the young woman’s bed while she cried with her head in her lap, broken with grief.

For hours, the one considered the new queen, with a pure heart and only good intentions, stayed in the same position, doing everything in her power to calm and console her dear one, who was her sister-in-law, niece, and friend, all in one person. She stroked her long hair while trying to offer comforting words; the young Velaryon, slightly younger than her, could only cling to her waist with one arm, while in the other hand she held the wooden dragon that little Jaehaerys had given her. She kept her face hidden in Helaena’s lap, crying and crying, until finally, she fell asleep from crying and sobbing so much.

“Leave. Have you not made her suffer enough?” she thought she heard Helaena say sharply, something that very rarely happened, in the distance of her dream.

She knew that the one who was now definitely her only trusted person in the place had just thrown out her husband, the murderer of her younger brother.

Aemond did not manage to articulate a word to excuse himself when he showed up, merely mumbling under his breath, his gaze fixed on his beautiful wife, clinging to the body of his sister.

Helaena gave him a fierce, defiant look, insisting without repeating her words that he leave, which he eventually did. The slam of the door behind him woke the princess, who turned her head and stared at the door.

“Do not worry, he is gone now,” murmured Helaena, looking at her with sadness and empathy, still stroking her hair.

“I do not know what I am going to do,” whispered the young Velaryon, her voice hoarse from crying so much, as she lowered her hand to her belly, where her baby was growing.

That creature, who was also the progeny of a Kinslayer, the prince with one eye. The person she could most despise at that precise moment.

The mere thought of being responsible for giving him a child, something that was already happening, made her blood boil and filled her with deep disgust for the situation.

And indirectly, a certain rejection, towards her unborn child.

She was condemned to spend the rest of her days with him, bound to him, because of her condition. Because of the son or daughter who had not yet been born, but soon would be.

She was in that position by the decision of Viserys, her late and naïve grandfather. “By order of the king…” she murmured sarcastically, as she felt the tears well up in her eyes again.

By order of the late king, she was in that situation, but that would not stop her from making things difficult for Aemond.

A shadow began to loom over her, just as the war that was about to be declared.

Although, to be honest, they were all screwed.

So royally fucked.