#larys strong imagine

[annwrites]

⸻ eating from your hand. ⸻

· pairing: larys strong x bastardtargfem!reader · type: one-shot · summary: during rhaenyra's betrothal celebration, larys & rhaenyra's elder sister share a small moment · tags: fluff, mutual pining, angst · word count: 1,024 · ꒰a/n꒱: gif

You scan the crowded room, desperate for an escape. But it's all too much—the music, the dancing, the people, the strong scents of food and perfume, the obnoxious man at your back, still trying to vie as a candidate for your hand—you feel far too overwhelmed to concentrate. Until your eyes finally land upon Larys—who's standing across the room, his eyes already focused on you—gesturing for you to come to him.

You turn back to Lord Jason one final time, interrupting his speech about gold and castles—or perhaps it was golden castles, as if all you could possibly care about is wealth—and force a smile. “Thank you for your offer, Lord Jason, once again. But I'd like to spend the remainder of my evening in the company of friends. I hope you enjoy the rest of yours.”

Before he can say anything further—can wrap his arm around your waist—you're already forcing your way through a throng of people.

When the crowd finally breaks—dance partners separating for just a moment as the music mellows and then begins to swell again—you move as quickly as possible through them, finally reaching the other side of what has now become a ballroom.

When you finally make it to Larys, you're nearly out of breath, simply from the prospect of having almost been caught in the middle of a buzzing crowd.

He reaches up, cupping your cheek in his palm. “Are you all right?”

You nod. “Thirsty.”

You both sit and Harwin goes to hand you a mug of ale, but Larys shakes his head at him, his expression disapproving. Larys instead hands you a chalice full of water and you drink it down greedily, a few drops sliding down your chin. Larys brushes them away with his thumb.

“Would you like to tell me what that was all about, then?”

Instead of immediately answering, you instead wrap both your arms around his left one and press your forehead against the tip of his shoulder. Your heart is still pounding, so you wait until it has calmed before you bother trying to speak again.

“Do I need to have Harwin break something on Lord Jason?”

You giggle when you hear Harwin's reply. “You know I will.”

You shake your head, gently resting your cheek against Larys' upper arm. “No. He was just proposing.”

He begins to sputter, choking on his wine. Harwin slams his hand against his back, forcing him to finally swallow and then inhale a ragged breath.

“You alright there, little brother?”

Larys nods, fervently.

When he looks at you again, you're staring at him with an alarmed expression. “Are you sure-”

“Just went down the wrong pipe.” He states before taking a sip of water and grimacing.

He faces you then. “He proposed? Was your father aware he was planning this?”

You shake your head. “I...I don't know. Perhaps? It felt more like he was simply making me his second choice. Rhaenyra is to be married in the next few days. She's the one he wanted, but now will never have. So what better way to still get close to the Throne than to...”

You shake your head. Always the second choice. Always an afterthought. Always expected to be submissive and obedient. Perhaps that's why, when he spoke to you, he did so in a way which made it sound as if the matter was already settled. That you already belonged to him.

Did he truly assume you would just agree so easily? Then again, who else would want you?

Rhaenyra. It was always Rhaenyra that men seemed to desire. Never the bastard. Never you. It didn't matter that you were legitimized.

Larys places a finger under your chin, tipping your face until your eyes are looking into his own. "And what did you say?"

There's something within his expression, deep within his eyes—a feeling you can't place. Worry? No, surely not. You're just his friend. He would never...

But, even in spite of that knowledge—that you would never be more to him than just a companion to take the occasional walk with, to sometimes have dinner with—you sit even closer to him, pressing yourself into his side.

"I made sure to mention how I'm his second choice. He tried to assure me otherwise: that I'm the one he's wanted all along, but I'm not quite that gullible. I couldn't get away from him fast enough."

He nods, releasing a breath. "So, you do not wish to marry the Lord Lion?"

You shake your head. "No," you say, barely a whisper.

But you wonder if perhaps you should, anyway. He may be prideful and arrogant, but he would make a good match, nonetheless. You do not wish to spend your life alone. And you wish desperately to one day be a mother. No one else had yet offered their hand to you. This may be your only chance.

You look across the room to where Lord Jason now sits beside his twin. He's handsome, you consider. And they say the West, especially from atop the Rock, is breathtaking. You could find contentment there, with him. Probably...

Rhaenyra had already been difficult enough in your father finding a match for. You do not wish to be the same. If he orders you to wed the Warden of the West, you will do your duty. Which you always resign yourself to.

Larys kisses your hair, then presses his forehead against the side of your head. "What is it, my love?"

You shake your head and he leans back to look at you. You force a feigned smile. "Nothing."

"You should eat something," he says while handing you a cracker with cheese atop it. You take it from him, popping it into your mouth.

"Good?"

You nod, picking one up and holding it in front of him, smiling as he eats out of your hand. He always makes your heart feel lighter. You decide to think no more of golden lions and second choices tonight. For once, you can live in the moment around you.

[rufflesandbows]

How They React: to you patching them up

You notice someone close to you has been injured. Perhaps without their knowledge, or they tried to hide it from you, knowing you would worry. Whether they fight your assistance or welcome your care, you pull them aside and right their wounds.

Characters: -Daemon, Jacaerys, Lucerys, Harwin, Rhaenyra, Baela- -Aemond, Aegon, Criston Cole, Larys, Alicent, Helaena-

Blacks

Daemon He’d fuss at you to leave him alone, at first. It’s a small cut, comparatively to what he’s had before. So he’s leaking blood all over the floor. So it’s soaked through the (not well applied) bandage. Daemon simmers down when you grip him and force his hand on your lap, your touch abruptly softening as you begin to clean him up, chiding him all the while. But he’s not quite listening; he’s watching you. When it’s done, he starts teasing you mercilessly. What, do you care about him or something?

Jacaerys Genuinely didn’t notice he was wounded. You point it out and he gives a “Oh, would you look at that!” You drag him off and he seems almost bewildered before you start patching up the cut. The air gets quiet, and the light blush in his face grows a shade darker the more you touch him. When you glance at him, he gives you a shy smile and his fingers curl to touch you back. He’s having a hard time facing you directly. You just look so beautiful under the sun. 

Lucerys He tried to hide it but he’s the worst liar you’ve ever met. You demand he show you and bashfully, he pulls his hand from behind his back, looking at you like a guilty pup. It amuses you, not teasing him though it would be easy to. Instead you lead him aside and patch him up. Listening to him, huffy but proud as he defends himself on why he shouldn’t have gotten wounded at all. You listen intently, smiling and nodding as you work. When it’s done, he knows how ridiculous he sounded, politely thanking you.

Harwin Teases you endlessly. You’re a flustered mess trying to patch him up. He’s not fighting you or making it physically difficult, but he’s calling you out that you care about him and, well, yeah. But he doesn’t have to make it sound like you’re stumbling over your own feet in his presence (which you sometimes are). You are a professional. You can patch up a small cut, even though your hands are shaking you're so damn flustered.

Rhaenyra She tries to laugh it off. You can tell just by the look on her face she wants to tease you for insisting on cleaning it up. However that want fades quickly. She admires your focus, as well as the feel of your hands gently but firmly holding her and inspecting the area. She watches you, you know she is but you try to remain on task before she throws a cheeky remark your way. Chuckling at your clearly flustered response.   Baela Much like her father, she’s annoyed you’re worrying so much, until she locks eyes with you. It’s so clear that it matters to you that she’s hurt. It makes her cheeks hot, all her annoyance simmering down quick as she nods and allows you to lead her. She’s insistent that it’s nothing to worry about, though now a bit more shy in her approach. She appreciates how gentle you are with her, admiring your skill as well. By the end she can’t stop smiling and doesn’t know why.

Greens

Aemond Is never going to tell you he’s been wounded in any way. You’ll have to spot it for yourself and even then, he’ll try to shrug it off and claim it doesn’t hurt. But on your insistence, he’ll cave and follow where you lead, impatiently allowing you to fix him up. Overtime, he gets comfortable with the idea. Looks forward to it even. He’ll ask you for little things. Rubbing sore muscles or ointments in over the bruises and burns he gets from training and riding Vhagar. Checking in with you becomes apart of his everyday, even when he doesn’t need anything.

Aegon He is always getting into brawls in Flea Bottom. Often coming home with cuts and bruises and scrapes. It’s become routine that the start of your day is cleaning up these wounds because he won’t do it himself. Yet the entire time, he appears like he’s being endlessly pampered on. Smiling and obedient as you gently clean the area and bandage him. You since gave up chiding him, now you simply ask what happened. Sometimes he has a wild tale, sometimes he can’t remember, but most of the time is spent with him quietly savoring your touch.

Criston Cole Tells you not to worry about it, but the moment your hand touches him, he freezes. He can’t say a thing and leaves you to lead him. He doesn’t resist, but you’re gentle because you can feel the tension in him. His eyes scan around for others as you clean and patch up the cut. Neither of you say anything, and you smile at him when you’re finished. You can practically feel his heart racing in the look he give you. Before it’s shuffled away and he quickly leaves your presence, forgetting to thank you until later. 

Larys He was keen to keep it to himself. He was used to keeping quiet when it came to pain. But you caught him and asked about it, worried about the light swelling around the cut. He smiles and tell you it’s nothing. However you do have everything nearby, so you offer to clean and patch it up for him. He opens his mouth to refuse, but stops, before quietly nodding. Larys is almost mystified by your work, making your face heat with his focused attention. Mistaking it for discomfort, he strikes up conversation, it lasting long after you’ve finished.

Alicent It isn’t often the Queen finds herself physically wounded, but shes always so distracted that she never notices. It shocks you to see a cut on her, rushing to her aid. She’s just as surprised, assuring you it must have been an accident from earlier. You want to fix it immediately, but you have to ask first. She looks at you with confusion, it’s not even bleeding anymore, before softly agreeing. She’s almost too shy to look at you as you work, but she can’t stop stealing glances, feeling a heat in her at your gentle and careful touch.

Helaena Blood quickly drips down her finger and she can’t take her eyes from it, until you wrap her hand in a cloth. A big wave of relief washes over her and she sits with your lead. You handle everything and Helaena continues her conversation without pause, trying to expel the nervous energy. She blushes and apologizes for rambling, but you smile and assure her you enjoy hearing all the things she knows. Every time she looks at the cut now, she thinks of you, long after it's healed, and a smile graces her lips.

[thewritetofreespeech]

kinktober: frottage

tags: frottage, making out, secret relationship, targaryen incest [aemond/rhaenyra's daughter], immense pinning by aemond

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“Where is Aemond?”

“I do not know your grace,” Larys replied. Remaining calm in the Queens frustration. She had been hunting for her middle son for hours, and he was no where to be found. “I have checked with the guards and sentries, and no one has seen him leave by Vahgar or horse.”

“So, he must still be in the city.” Alicent deduced. Hoping he was still in the castle as well. “The conclave starts soon, and we need…a united front for the court.” The plan to weave her family’s place to the crown was to start today. First, but claiming Driftmark back from Rhaenyra's brood. Then, with them illegitimized, start making the case that Aegon should be king. “He knows how important today is. How could he do this to me?!”

“The prince is nothing but a servant to duty.” Larys assured her. He may not see eye-to-eye with the prince, at least with the one he had left, but the Lord did respect that he seemed committed to his family and their goal. “I’m sure he will come out of hiding eventually.”

In a further, deeper part of the castle, indeed hidden away from all those who had not truly explored it, Aemond laid sequestered with his maiden. Marveling at her beauty in the low light between kisses. Beads of sweat forming at the back of his neck from the warmth of the candles in the small space and their hot, panting breath. Bucking against each other with soft gasps & grunts in the nest he had built for them

“We have to go.” His lady insisted. For the umpteenth time, yet neither one of them had made a legitimate effort to move.

“No, no. Not yet.”

Aemond didn’t want to go back to the ‘real world’. A world where his family and hers were fighting. Where the rift between them seemed to grow every day. Separating them. Lines in the sand now a chasm that seemed impossible to overcome.

He also knew what was to happen today to Rhaenyra's bastards, and that she might not forgive him for his part in the plot of disinheriting her brothers. Aemond wanted to stay here a little longer, where she wouldn’t be mad at him.

“People will be looking for us.” She told him as he moved to her neck, which was freely given.

“They’ll never find us.” It had taken him years to find this place and even then it had been difficult to remember where the opening was until he had committed it to memory.

“Oh yes. Because you’re so clever. Ow!” His lady yipped but then moaned when he bit at her neck. A true Targaryen. Wanting a little pain with her pleasure.

“We should just leave and never come back.”

He’d made the offer before. To take their dragons and ride until they reach new land. Conquer it like their ancestors. Build a new kingdom, instead of being stuck in this conflicting one.

Yet, every time, she just laughed it off as a joke like she did now. Not realizing the seriousness of how much he wanted to leave, and never come back, and just be the two of them in the world. “You would miss the tarts too much if we left. Come on. Let’s get going.”

Aemond finally let her go, though disappointed about it, and let her right herself.

In the right light, her mused hair and clothes looked like she had been riding. No one would think where Rhaenyra's Targaryen jewel had truly been. In the arms of her scorned, much less beloved uncle. His cock throbbed in his breeches. Desperate to make her truly his, but he would not take such liberties. Aemond would not tarnish their jewel nor besmirch her honor. He loved her too much for that. That’s why he wanted her to run away with him, so they could be together. Growing up in a world beloved & adored, she does not see that her parents will never allow them to marry. Never allow them to be happy. Their jewel will be given to someone politically inclined to help secure her mother’s place on the throne, and Aemond would be unhappy & unfulfilled.

He would join the Watch before he call anyone but her wife.

Righted and upright, Aemond tucked a lock of silver behind her ear. Marveling at the affection reflected in her eyes. “Will you see me later? After the conclave?”

“Of course.” She told him. Her earnest something he wanted to hold on to. “Here, or somewhere else before dinner?”

“Here.” Where he could pretend. And if he spoke his words sweet enough maybe she would take him up on his offer to finally run away.

They exit their nook and depart. Her back to her family and Aemond to his. His mother found him readily enough, given how frantically at this point she had been looking for him, and asked where he had been.

“Day dreaming.” Was all he told her. It was a peculiarly enough answer that it halted all further questions from his mother and left him to get ready for the meeting.

After today, his daydreams where all he might have left. Let him keep them for a little while longer at least.

[maidragoste]

Chapter Two: A United Front

The Hunger Games AU

Katniss!Jacaerys x Peeta!Reader

Chapter One Chapter Three

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Jacaerys was irritated. Firstly, because it is evident that you had already begun to play in front of the cameras since when you two arrived at the train station you did not bother to hide your tears, you probably thought that perhaps this way you could get a sponsor or else your strategy was to show yourself weak and like an easy prey to later fight in the arena. That's what Sabitha Vypren, from District 7, had done in her games.

The second reason for his irritation was his uncle. Larys hadn't said a word to him since before the Repair or even now that they were on the train heading to the Capitol. This was supposed to be the time for them to prepare strategies together, for Larys to give them advice on surviving the arena, but his uncle seemed more focused on enjoying the pork chops and mashed potatoes. Jacaerys was also eating, he was ready to eat everything he could to gain the most muscle mass before the games started, but now and then he would stop and stare at Larys hoping that at some point his uncle would decide to speak.

“So, what do we have to do for Jacaerys to win?” you asked, breaking the silence and making him choke.

You were the first to react, you quickly got up and started hitting him on the back until he finally spit out the piece of meat. Effie looked at him with disgust.

"Are you okay?" you asked, looking at him with concern and now caressing his back. Jacaerys noticed how his uncle looked at the two of them with interest. He had no idea why, neither of you two had done anything extraordinary, he made a fool of himself by choking and you ran to save him…Well, I had to admit that your action was striking, someone else would have let him die by drowning to have one less competitor in the arena, not only that but you just said that you wanted to help him win. It didn't make sense… Unless it was another strategy to gain his trust only to then stab him in the back in the arena.

"I'm fine," Jacaerys responded, putting his hand on your arm to stop your caresses. You blushed and moved away from him as if you had been burned by his touch. “What do you mean by that you said earlier?” he asked you once you sat back down.

"You have a chance to win, Jacaerys," you declared as if it were obvious. Evidently, he couldn't hide his confusion because you continued talking "You know how to hunt and you have good aim. Every time my father buys you squirrels he says that the arrow always hits the eye, you never ruin the body" the boy felt the heat rise to his face at your words and he was sure he was blushing because suddenly you seemed to be stopping yourself from smiling. "So if either of us has a chance of winning it's you. I'll probably be one of the first to die but I think I can be of help in the interview" you said the last thing looking at Larys.

Jacaerys felt his appetite disappear. It didn't sit well with him to hear you talk as if you were already resigned to dying. "She's got a good right hook," he said, looking at his uncle. He couldn't let Larys give up on you quickly, if you lost his interest then he surely wouldn't bother trying to help you win. "Lucerys told me. She hit a boy who was bothering him and gave that idiot a black eye."

"Jacaerys, I won't be able to win just by hitting people. Besides, there are surely tributes even bigger than that boy, they will attack me before I can even land a hit on him."

For a moment he had the image of an unknown tribute mercilessly attacking you with a sword before you had the chance to defend yourself. His stomach fluttered at the image of your broken body.

"You, on the other hand, can attack from afar with your bow. If you hide well you can have an advantage" you continued and went back to eating without realizing that your companion was looking at you with a frown.

Your attitude was irritating him. You should have been trying to impress Larys by saying what other things you can do but instead, you keep talking about him. It did not make sense. It had to be a strategy or maybe you were thinking it was a lost cause to try to win the games by having him as a district partner and his uncle as his mentor. You probably believed that Larys would choose to put all the chips on him just because he was his nephew. That made him furious.

"She can lift weights. I saw her lifting sacks of flour"

You suddenly dropped the cutlery sharply on the table. "Enough, Jacaerys," the annoyance was evident on your face and in your voice. "Don't try to make me feel good just out of pity, please. I know I'm going to lose. Everyone knows that." "You made a gesture with your hand to let you continue talking when you saw him open his mouth." Do you know what my mother told me when she came to say goodbye to me? There may finally be another winner in 12. She wasn't talking about me" you said looking into his eyes.

Everyone knew that your mother was a witch but Jacaerys never imagined that she would be one with her own daughter. It was cruel to tell you that when perhaps it could be her last talk. She should have faith in you. Or at least give you the benefit of the doubt. He wanted to comfort you but he had no idea what to say. Besides, he didn't think his uncle would be happy if he saw him being nice to you. He would tell her that he was weak and that he didn't come here to make friends.

So Jace settled for looking into your eyes, hoping that you could somehow understand that he didn't want you to give up.

"Oh, darling, that's horrible," Effie said, breaking the tension between the two of you, placing a hand on her heart, she seemed genuinely moved. "I think you should try hard to win and prove your mother wrong."

You didn't say anything, you just gave a sad smile to the district escort. A moment ago Jacaerys felt bad for you but now he can't help but think that maybe you only told your last conversation with your mother to gain Effie's sympathy and get her to talk about you to her friends in the Capitol. He hated analyzing everything you did but he couldn't let his guard down with you if he wanted to go home to his brothers. He was sure that if Lucerys was with him and could see what was going on in her mind he would tell him that he was being paranoid. But maybe it wasn't wrong for him to doubt you, Jace thought when he noticed that Uncle Larys seemed to be evaluating you with his gaze.

“Let's start to see who his competitors are,” Larys finally spoke, ending the dinner.

Jacaerys was relieved to see that your stylist had put you in an outfit just like his, at least if he ended up making a fool of himself at the parade he wouldn't be the only one. You're wearing the same shiny leather boots and the same full-length black leotard with the cloak that flutters in the wind. The only difference between the two of you was that your suit seemed closer to your body, highlighting your curves.

As you are taken to the lower level of the Renewal Center, Portia, your stylist, along with her team can't stop talking excitedly about what a sensation you two will be. Cinna, Jacaerys' stylist who came up with the idea of setting their outfits on fire, seems tired of the congratulations. Jace couldn't help but wonder if perhaps he, too, was nervous that it wouldn't work and would end with them dead. You didn't look nervous, which shouldn't surprise him considering you were probably used to fire since he worked at the bakery.

Once they arrive, they basically find a giant stable. The opening ceremony is about to begin so the stylists are having their tributes ride into carriages pulled by a group of horses. Cinna and Portia lead you and Jacaerys to their carriage, both of them carefully arranging the posture of the two of your bodies and your cloaks before stepping aside to talk something between themselves.

“What do you think of the fire?” Jacaerys asked you in a whisper. He tells himself that he's just talking to you to distract himself from his nerves.

“At least we're not naked,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders. Jacaerys grimaces as he remembers those poor tributes who had to parade naked covered in black dust. It had happened years before his uncle became a victor, the only reason why everyone knew about that incident was because whenever the games approached on television they did a recap of the best kills, the best dressed as well as the worst deaths and the worst dresses. In the latter, those poor tributes always appeared.

“Uncle Larys definitely wouldn't have let that happen. He probably would have hit them with his cane as soon as they told him that idea,” Jace said with a small smile as he imagined his uncle hitting the stylists and scolding them. You must have imagined the same thing too because you started laughing. Your laughter was contagious so he soon joined you, feeling his nerves disappear for a moment as well as the heaviness in his shoulders. Cinna and Portia will probably be upset that you two lost your posture but neither you nor Jacaerys seemed worried about it.

"If something goes wrong I promise to take out your cloak while you take out mine," you said trying to get serious again but from the corner of your lips, it was evident that you wanted to smile.

"Deal," he agreed with a small smile.

Jace's calm demeanor disappeared the moment he saw his uncle. He tensed as he watched him walk towards the carriage, ready to feel his eyes judging him and scolding him for acting like a child. His uncle was right to be angry, now the other tributes would see them as weak and stupid.

"I want you to present yourself as a united front," Larys said, surprising his nephew.

"What?"

"If you want to win then you have to do everything I say" the mentor reminded them "So you will go out, hold hands, and greet the audience" In his tone of voice there was no room for discussion but Jacaerys had many questions. He couldn't do any of them because when started playing the opening music Larys headed for the exit.

"Come on, don't look so upset. It's not like I have scabies," you nudged him. If he hadn't been focused on seeing the tributes from District 1 in his glowing robes then he would have noticed how the sparkle in your eyes seemed to have dimmed.

It's not many minutes before you and Jacaerys are near the doors. As the District 11 tributes leave, Cinna appears with a torch. You and Jace don't have time to back away when the stylist turns on both of your cloaks. The three of them sigh in relief when they see that it worked.

“Remember head up and smile. Oh, don't forget the most important thing, hold hands. They're going to love you!" Cinna quickly tells them before getting out of the carriage.

Jacaerys hesitates before taking your left hand. Unlike him, you don't hesitate to intertwine your fingers with his. You give him one last smile before his carriage enters the city. The crowd seems alarmed at first when they see the fire but then they soon begin shouting both their names. Jace can't help but feel overwhelmed by the feeling of everyone's eyes on him so he focuses on staring at the screen. For a moment he is breathless, the two of you look wonderful, especially you look brilliant as you wave and blow kisses to the crowd. In the low light of twilight, the fire illuminates both of your faces and your cloaks seem to leave a trail of flames behind. Cinna got what he wanted and gave you both a chance, no one would forget about you two, you really made a sensation.

You squeeze Jacaerys's hand and remind him under your breath to “Smile.”

Then he tries his best to give his best smile and starts greeting you. Someone among all these people must have wanted to sponsor him. This was an excellent opportunity to win over the audience and he had to take advantage of it. He remembers the words of his uncle Larys, so he raises their joined hands, making the screams increase even more. When they enter the City Circle they lower their hands but neither you nor Jace try to let go. During President Snow's speech, Jacaerys is distracted by feeling you caress his skin with your thumb, he tries not to think about it too much, he tells himself that you must be nervous and you do it unconsciously. Luckily it doesn't take long for the national anthem to be heard and the carriages travel around the circle for the last time. Jacaerys notices that the screens seem to show you two more than the other tributes.

He finishes confirming that it was not his imagination once you arrive at the Training Center and get off your carriages. As Cinna and Portia remove their cloaks, you and Jacaerys notice the angry glances of the other tributes, especially Royce Baratheon, the burly boy from District 2 who volunteered, and his district partner Agatha Durrandon.

Jace notices that the two of you are still holding hands so he lets you go.

"The flames suit you well and you have a beautiful smile" you declared with a smile making him blush.

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He was obviously talking about Alys.

The "claiming an emotionally and sexually manipulative relationship with the outcast woman who bears a similar name to the witch stepsister who breastfed him and probably was the sole person to provide him with affection" theory is gaining ground as we speak.

The levels of twisted Oedipal complex would be enough to resurrect Freud from the dead.

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headcanons for larys, aemond, rhaenyra and jace with a s/o who got in a physical fight to defend them (and won)

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Larys doesn't expect anyone to defend him, not even his own father. So when he heard that his lover not only cursed a lord out for insulting his disability, but punched the man square in the jaw. Larys is truly stunned, and his chest feels tight. He doesn't quite know how to thank his beloved, he gives them a small smile when he sees them and nearly cries when they beam widely and rush to greet him. Maybe the Gods are finally giving him something good in life.

Aemond swells with pride when he sees his beloved march across the ballroom and slap a noble woman across the face. Part of him hurts inside however, no one has shown this kind of ire when he's insulted. It makes him realize that his beloved truly cares for him, and finds him handsome despite his scar. He makes sure he gives them long tender kisses when they're alone later. A way of thanking them for their devotion.

Jace feels awful. He appreciates what his lover did for him, but they got hurt in the process. The fight that broke out was quick, but left both opponents bloody. He rushes to break up the fight, holding his beloved back as they scream obscenities at the Lord. Jace discerned that the man had called him a bastard, and that his lover overheard. It makes his heart flutter at the notion that his beloved would go to such great lengths to defend his honor. He kisses their bruised knuckles later that night as a thank you.

Rhaenyra's stomach drops when she heard that her lover was being treated by the maester's. She rushed into the nurseroom and began looking her beloved over, assessing their wounds. "Who did this?" she fussed, and her lover gave her a smile.

"Don't worry, you should see the other guy. He questioned your authority as queen." they winced as the maester pressed a poultice into their bloody cuts. Rhaenyra feels her face warm up, her beloved had gotten hurt just to defend her. How lucky could she be?

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when it was calmer.

AEMOND TARGARYEN x STRONG!READER part one - courage of my convictions

summary: being the youngest of the strong children, you have your first taste of what it means to be a lady of the court.  word count: 1.9k warnings: Aegon being Aegon, manipulation a/n: the reader is the daughter of Lyonel Strong, and younger sister of Harwin and Larys Strong. 

“My princess,” You gently called out to Helaena, “Please, let us go enjoy the gardens. They are far more enjoyable than watching your brothers and cousins quarrel.”

As soon as you noticed the competitive glances between Sir Criston and your eldest brother, Harwin, your instincts told you it would be best to escort the princess back into the comfort of the Red Keep. Having served as Helaena’s lady in waiting for the past year and a half had taught you a great many things about her and about the house of the dragon. Though the house was the epitome of royalty, they fought as any other family would - no matter how small the issue. 

“My lady, don’t you wish to sit and watch-”

“Would you not rather enjoy time in the library or alchemy labs examining the creatures our grand maester has placed in jars for your viewing pleasure?” You quickly interrupted. 

With an excited grin, the princess took your hand as the two of you descended the stairs from the overlook of the training yard. The pair of you giggled between girlish thoughts and small jokes, distracting you both from the jabs and punches all the princes and their trainers threw at dummies. 

“My sister and her sweet lady!” Prince Aegon called from across the yard. What a dread, the princess and yourself had nearly escaped indoors. 

Helaena spoke not, only looking at her brother with blank eyes. Knowing how the prince enjoyed making spectacles out of his behavior, and it becoming ten fold worse if not rewarded with proper attention, you instead bade yourself to answer Aegon, “What pleases you, my prince?”

Aegon, all but gracefully, strided toward the pair of you with his brother and cousins quickly trailing behind, “Where are you off too?”

“The princess and I were heading into the halls to seek our own enjoyment outside of the training grounds,” You explained in your kindest tone as Aegon’s eyes unpleasantly scanned your adolescent frame. He always pulled such stunts when Queen Alicent or your brothers were not around to correct his behavior. Your tone quickly began souring, “We wish to be off to the library and indulge ourselves with knowledge.”

“Knowledge?” Aegon laughs, “You are ladies of the court. What use do you have of knowledge when you are just to produce pleasure or heirs?”

If you could strike the eldest son of the King without consequence, you would have done it in an instant. Helaena was his betrothed -- but the way he spoke of her… you pitied your friend. 

“Our sister and her friend can enjoy the library all they choose - you hardly ever touch a book,” the voice came from behind Aegon, belonging to the second son, Aemond. 

A giggle echoed throughout the courtyard as you and Helaena laughed at Aemond’s jest. Aegon was clearly unamused by his brother’s antics, “And what use do I have for books when I have a dragon?”

Aegon's comment was clearly targeted and even caused a few snickers from Rhaenyra’s sons. You frowned at such words, seeing young Aemond scowl at his brother. The younger brother clearly wanted to say something, but refrained, knowing that if he pushed too hard, Aegon’s fit would become worse. 

“And what is my youngest sister doing down on the training fields with the princess?” Harwin’s voice broke the tension between the group of adolescents. 

“We’ve been watching them train,” Helaena interjected before you could speak a word, “Watching dragons dance with each other.”

You looked from Helaena to Aegon to Harwin, “True, as the princess says. But we were planning to seek entertainment inside the Keep.”

Before any another could speak, Ser Criston approached, standing across from your brother. Though you had no understanding of it, the two men had never been fond of each other, despite both being loyal to the crown. When you asked your father or Harwin, neither would answer you properly, just dismiss you or change the subject. However, your brother Larys would chuckle when you inquired about the subject with him, but his responses came in riddles. Riddles that you could not crack like you could understand those of Princess Helaena.

Ser Criston’s glare turned from Harwin to you. There was a malicious intention behind his eyes, though the reason for it was unknown to you, “Little Lady Strong, why don’t you wish to continue watching the future protectors of the realm train into fine men?”

“Do such things bore you?” The white knight’s eyes flickered back to Harwin, “Or do you simply not enjoy watching strong boys?”

Your tongue and mind escaped you. Any sort of answer had evaded you as the tension began to drown the training yard. Your eyes cut to the youngest boys, who also looked greatly confused, before looking to Aegon who had an awful smirk plastered to his face. There was something amiss. 

“I have no opinion here. I am simply to be with the princess and join her in whatever entertainment she seeks,” You looked to Helaena with a great look of hope in your eyes. 

Helaena looked at the ground, but her eyes flickered up to yours for just a moment at the mention of her title. It was quick -- you had barely recognized her glance before it fixated elsewhere, “There is more for me to see today. Lady, please join me.”

Whether she truly knew it or not, Helaena had spared you from the continued tension as she wrapped her arms with yours. The pair of you began to return indoors, not sparing a look to the men behind you. 

Before the young women could enter, a butterfly with wings of orange and brown scorched with red landed on the princess’ hand. Both of you paused, observing the insect together. You admired its natural beauty as Helaena narrowed her eyes in contemplation. 

Once it flew off, Helaena spoke again while leading you into the Red Keep…

“Walls of flames… and here you stay.”

News of the brawl in the courtyard came later when a handmaiden entered Helaena’s chambers. She didn’t even have to speak any names, you knew who was part of the quarrel: Harwin and Ser Criston. 

Once you had dismissed yourself from the princess with her blessing, you moved in an instant to go see your father. Knowing he would be furious, if you got to the Hand’s chambers soon enough, maybe you could calm your father and check on your eldest brother. With quick steps, you made it down the hall. The door to the Hand’s private room began to close, but you had to slip into the room. Maybe it would change things…

But before you could make it inside, a hand grabbed you and the door was firmly closed. At your defeat, you looked to see who had grabbed your wrist, slightly shocked to see your other brother - Larys.

“Brother, please. We must go in and tell father not to make any rash decisions,” You pleaded to him, only to be met with a doubtful look.

Larys sighed as he began to escort you away from the door, “Dear sister, Harwin must face the consequences of his actions, especially as the future Lord of Harrenhal.”

“But he is son to the hand of the King! And Ser Criston had been antagonizing him!”

“It does not matter,” Larys tutted, speaking to you as if you were still just a toddler, “He has been removed from the City Watch and now must face the wrath of father.”

Your lip quivered as you looked at any place you could besides Larys, “I should have stayed in the training yard, I could-”

“You could’ve what? Stopped him,” Larys brought his hand to rest on your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you, “Father was there and could not stop it. How would either of us being in the training yard stop our hot-headed brother from making rash decisions?”

Though you didn’t always trust your brother, you knew it would be wise to listen to him and heed any advice he would offer. “But what is to happen to us?”

Larys thought for a moment, clearly considering the possibilities of things that could transgress. He had always been a thinker, a man of knowledge; while Harwin was a man of action. With a content nod, he looked back to you, “That is a fair question, my sister.”

There was an attempt to suppress a chuckle, but a light one slipped past his lips before he composed himself, “Luckily for us, we are both quite valuable friends to members of the crown. Even though Harwin dishonored our name, I believe the Queen shall be gracious enough to look past such things for our sake.”

Though Larys’ statement did not yet make sense to you, in time you would learn how merciful his answer was.

That evening, your family did not dine with the royal family as was tradition and expected. Instead, you took dinner in the Hand’s chambers at your father and Larys’ side. Harwin had been dismissed for “other” business.

Fortunately, the Queen did permit you to spend an hour with Helaena before she would go to bed. The princess and you had a way of distracting yourselves from the occurrences and world around you - speaking of books and riddles. Yet, you did not expect Aemond to be joining you that evening as well.

You and Helaena sat by the crackling fireplaces, just talking over some anatomical book the princess had spread before the pair of you. The nurse announced the Prince’s presence, but before Helaena or yourself could address it, Aemond sat with you both, listening to his sister ramble.

Aemond and Helaena were naturally close, both disliking their elder brother’s treatment of them and his other activities. Though you did not know the Dragon Prince well, you were comfortable around him. So when the maid announced it was time for Helaena to sleep, he offered to escort you back to your own chambers.

The walk was mostly silent, not that you minded. It was nice enough for him to even look at you after the events of the day. You fidgeted with your fingers, thinking to yourself before he finally broke the silence.

“I am sorry to hear about Harwin’s departure,” Aemond spoke, voice shaky, “From my understanding, you are close with your brothers.”

You chuckled at his choice of words, “Even in our age differences, yes, I would consider myself to be close with them.”

Another lull fell between the two of you.

“From my understanding, you are to stay at the Red Keep while your father and Harwin return to Harrenhal,” Aemond spoke once more.

A shy smile graced your face, “Yes, the Queen requested that my father leave me behind under the watch of her and my brother, Larys. I am in a fortunate position, as Helaena’s lady-in-waiting.”

Aemond simply nodded his head, “True, it is important that my sister have… a good friend…”

“That is quite the compliment,” You smiled at the young prince, “Thank you, your grace.”

The pair of you continued walking in silence until you reached the door to your chamber. Though you had been silent, it seemed as if something had been left unsaid. But you knew better than to pry for such things. You would simply have to do without for tonight.

“Thank you, my prince, for accompanying me to my room,” You curtsied, looking into the violet eyes of the Targaryen prince. 

“It is my duty,” Aemond spoke quickly, before promptly turning on his heels and walking away. He walked quickly and the air had shifted, stealing away your moment. 

With that, you went into your chamber and awaited sleep to take you.

this is the first part in my new series - courage of my convictions

any and all feedback is appreciated!

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⸻ cinnamon & sugar. ⸻

· pairing: larys strong x fem!reader · type: one-shot · summary: during the royal hunt, larys thinks you deserve a sweet treat. · tags: fluff · word count: 526 · ꒰a/n꒱: gif

When you follow Rhaenyra over, you deflate at seeing her take the last seat amongst the audience which surrounds the queen. Rhaenyra glances around for one nearby, but you turn to simply walk away, resigning yourself to enjoy your own company elsewhere instead. Before you can do so, however, a large, warm hand envelops your own.

“Here.”

You look down and smile softly when you see Lord Larys Strong holding your hand within his own. What you don't see, however, is an open seat.

Your brows furrow. “I don't know where-”

He pats his lap with his other free hand. “Here. A seat, just for you.”

You blush. “I don't think I should-”

“Well, luckily for you, I do.”

He guides you around the arm of the seat and gently pulls you into his lap. He wraps one arm around your waist, firmly holding you in place, while his other remains free.

You look up at those around you. Some meet your gaze with looks of shock, others with disapproval. Rhaenyra is smirking, however, while Queen Alicent simply smiles. The queen clears her throat, drawing all attention—thankfully—back to herself.

You have to refrain from reaching up with your hand to see if your face is truly as hot as it feels.

Instead, you take Larys' hand, which rests over your stomach in both of yours and begin to lace and unlace your fingers with his to distract yourself from any lingering looks.

A moment later, he holds a cookie in front of your face. “Try it.”

You reach up to take it from it, but he quickly pulls it back. You look at him and he grins.

You drop your hand and he holds the pastry in front of you once more.

You take a bite and lick your lips.

“Do you like it?”

You nod, not wanting to speak while still trying to chew. Finally, you swallow. “It's my favorite.”

A simple sugar cookie, with hints of cinnamon.

“Why do you think I fed it to you?” He asks, grinning and then finishing it off, licking the sugar from his fingers.

Your heart skips a beat, but you simply smile in return.

He gestures for you to lean down closer and you do so. He brushes a strand of hair behind your ear—his knuckles consequently running along the soft skin of your cheek—and he brings his lips up to the shell of it.

“I hope my thigh feels far more comfortable beneath your bottom than how you feel atop it. You're quite boney.”

You giggle, louder than intended and immediately fill with dread when eyes shoot in your and Larys' direction once more. You quickly look down again, taking his hand in yours, same as before.

You're not exactly exhibiting behavior suitable for a young lady, you tell yourself. Then again, you're supposed to be enjoying yourself, are you not?

You've always done as told, as instructed. You can have this day—just this one—can't you?

Larys whispers in your ear again. “Ignore them and enjoy yourself. Promise me that you will.”

You look into his kind eyes and nod.

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GUYS GUYS

I literally found this in the vault and now I can't remember where I was going with this story 😭

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"The heir to Harrenhall?" Larys growled.

The youngest child of the late Lord Lyonel Strong, a daughter, now held the title of their Lady. "I don't know, brother. But father's instruction was clear-"

"-Was it? Because I don't see clarity in undermining two elder sons for a youngest daughter."

She scoffed. "I am not your enemy, Larys. And I am truly sorry that it was not passed to you, but you must respect what it is now. Father is dead, as is our brother, and you only worry about who shall run Harrenhall. And why do you wish for it when you spend all of your time here in King's Landing?"

He chose not to answer. 

She gritted her teeth. "I shall return home to decide what is even salvageable of the fire-"

"-You will go nowhere," he threatened and grabbed her wrist. "Not until Harrenhall declares Aegon as king."

She hesitates, "Brother-"

"-You are their Lady, are you not?" He mocked. "Bend the knee to Aegon before you go."

"It's more complicated than that and you know it."

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A/n: Does ANYBODY want to guess what I wanted to do with this cause I got NOTHING

[maidragoste]

Babysitter

Larys Strong x Velaryon!Reader

Summary: Larys was thinking about spending a quiet afternoon alone with his wife but Jacaerys ruins his plans.

Modern AU where Sea Dragon was never with Harwin and she is married to Larys. Nobody asked for this but I'm a bitch for Larys and Sea Dragon so I wrote it. The truth is that I really enjoyed writing about them being domestic, please if you liked it, don't hesitate to comment, like or REBLOG 🥰💖💖

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Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

When Larys entered, the first thing that caught his attention was that the house was silent instead of listening to the music that you usually played when you were at home. The second thing was that when Nightwing, your dog, went to meet him excitedly at the entrance and started barking, you asked him to stop, which was strange because Nightwing always did that and a long time ago the both accepted that she wouldn't stop doing it.

And the third thing was that a minute after Nightwing barked a baby cry was heard. As soon as he heard it Larys thought about opening the door again and leaving, maybe if he took Nightwing's leash and took her for a walk you wouldn't be upset with him for leaving but he doubted it. So he finished taking off his coat and tried to calm the dog by petting it as he headed to the kitchen.

"Hi," you greeted him and your husband turned to see you smiling at him from the living room. Despite the small tantrum a few seconds ago you looked happy to have their nephew Jacaerys in your arms "Harwin and Rhaenyra needed some time alone so I offered to take care of him"

He shouldn't be surprised. Lately every time the both went shopping you always "coincidentally" passed by the baby clothes section and stopped there for a while while you cooed just how small and cute the clothes are. Sometimes you even end up buying some compulsively. Not only that, every time you received a new photo of Jacaerys or your cousins' children you let out an "aww" and excitedly showed him the photos. When you two went to the park to take Nightwing out and you found a baby you started making faces at them until you managed to make them laugh. And now you were offering to take care of Jacaerys. He had a suspicion that you have baby fever.

"For how long?" he asked, hoping it would be an hour or two at most, he didn't want to spend the rest of the day with his nephew. When Larys got off work he had planned to come home and relax with you. He hoped they could take a bath together and then order something for dinner at that restaurant you like while watching some reality show.

"Just for a few hours"

Larys took the kettle out of the fire before it started making a lot of noise and Jacaerys would get scared.

"How many?" He asked, knowing that he wouldn't like the answer because you weren't being specific for some reason.

"They'll probably come looking for him at midnight" you responded and pouted as you heard the exasperated sigh your husband let out "Don't be like that, Jace is happy to see you" You went to sit on the couch when you saw that Larys entered the living room with two cups of tea.

"How do you know? He can't talk" Larys scoffed as he put the cups on the table. Nightwing, seeing that he sat down, instantly lay down on the floor.

"He crawled all over the house looking for you" you responded with a smile and you saw that the baby was starting to get restless so you left him on the carpet with his toys.

"You're talking shit"

"Larys! Language!" you scolded him, lamely, slapping him on the shoulder.

"He can't talk," your husband responded, rolling his eyes.

Larys really thought that you were lying and that you told him that hoping that it would warm him and maybe make him want to have a child. But it was obvious that you weren't lying because Jacaerys barely spent a minute with the toy before crawling to his side and starting to tug at his pants. Larys had never held a cup of tea so tightly, he was afraid that at some point it would fall and burn the child. The last thing he wanted was to end up going to the hospital. Besides, his brother would kill him for hurting Jacaerys.

Larys gave you an annoyed look as she placed the cup on the table.

"I told you he wanted to spend time with you" you scoffed but you took pity on him because you sat on the rug and got the baby's attention by making noise with one of his toys.

Jacaerys loosened his grip on the pants but he still seemed hesitant to let go.

“It's okay, Jace, your uncle isn't going anywhere. You can play with him later” you reassured him and the baby finally let go of his pants to go with you. You welcomed him with open arms and kissed his forehead.

“Don't lie to him, I'm not going to play with him,” your husband said as he took the cup back.

“Larys, stop being an ogre and enjoy your nephew's company.” There was no harshness in your voice but he knew you were serious.

He rolled his eyes and started drinking his tea. You managed to distract the baby by playing with him so Larys could enjoy his tea in peace. Your husband admired you as you responded to Jace's babbling as if it were a real conversation. Jace gave you one of his toys, which he had just slobbered on, but you didn't seem disgusted but instead concentrated on cooing and congratulating him for being so good and wanting to share his toy. You would be a good mother. He could imagine you doing the same with their children.

“Your tea is going to get cold,” Larys reminded you when he saw that your cup was still intact.

“It's okay, I can make another one later.”

But Larys knew you wouldn't. “Give it to me and have your tea,” he asked. You handed him, Jace, carefully and watched with a smile as your husband took the baby without hesitation, unlike the first few times he seemed hesitant before Harwin or Rhaenyra handed Jace to him. “The tea,” Larys repeated with a small smile when he noticed the way you looked at him. Maybe it wasn't so bad that Jace came. He instantly retracted that thought when his nephew started pulling his hair. “Harwin is raising a savage.”

“Don't be exaggerated,” you said, feeling warm from the view in front of you more than from the tea.

Later when Nightwing starts crying and staring at the door Larys, who ends up agreeing to “play” with Jacaerys just because she wants to spend time with you, gets up to go take the dog out. He watches with amusement as Jace begins to crawl with the intention of following his uncle but he is too slow so when he reaches the hallway where the door is he just sees Larys close the door and bursts into tears. You will instantly take him in your arms to comfort him. The door opens again and Larys enters again with Nightwing but Jace continues crying.

“Let's wrap him up so he can come with us,” your husband said as he approached you. “You're too annoying.” There's no malice in Larys' voice or when he pokes the baby's cheek with his finger. “Remind me to ask my father if Harwin was as crybaby as Jace when he was a baby,” he tells you as he takes his nephew away from you so that you can look in the bag that Rhaenyra had left you for some warm clothes.

“I will,” you say and give him a small kiss on the cheek before going to get the clothes.

You and Larys manage to quickly dress Jace under the pressure of Nightwing's crying. Any trace of distress on Jace's part disappears the moment you and Larys settle him into The Kangaroo Carry being carried by Larys. Your husband is struck by the fact that out of nowhere there is a baby carrier in the house, but he doesn't say anything, thinking that surely Rhaenyra left it or you bought it for future visits from Jace or your cousin's children.

Once Nightwing relieves her, instead of returning home, the both decide to go to the park that is close to home for a while. This time you are not the one who coos or makes faces at strangers' babies but the other way around. Larys would be lying if he said he didn't like hearing how people said you four looked like a sweet family. If your purpose with Jacaerys's visit was to get him into the idea of having their own child then you had achieved it.

Hours later, Jacaerys has just left with his parents and Larys is sitting exhausted on the couch hugging you around the waist. The television is on but he is not paying attention to the program rather he is looking at you. Your eyes are lighting up and you have a smile on your face as you look through your phone at all the photos you took today of the two of you with Jace.

“You know, if you want a baby you just had to tell me,” he said, catching your attention.

For a moment you look at him surprised but then you laugh and lean in to kiss him. Larys feels how all the tiredness in his body magically disappears while he savors the sweetness of your lips. But Larys definitely feels more awake when you whisper on his lips, “I'm already pregnant, you fool.”

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day 24 of the hiatus and i miss him

ft aegon (kinda)

[alannybunnue]

i'm sorry for this but,,,,,,,

The reader is Harwin's wife and is emotionally distraught over his affair with the princess and her three sons that are obviously his while she doesn't have any of her own yet,,,

Larys takes advantage of this and comforts his sister in law, taking advantage of her vulnerable state to take what he has always wanted from her,,,

He doesn't care about children in any way but his brother's wife has always desperately wanted one for herself,,,

She's happier now with her Strong baby, it didn't matter which brother gave it to her,,,

In the moment that i saw Harwin's name i knew one of the men i wished to avoid has come to haunt me

And the fact that this ask is accurate to his dammed personality scares me.

The worst about Larys is that he uses a person when they are at their most vulnerable to gain what he wants.

With our poor reader, it was when his stupid brother decided to go down on Rhaenyra and ignore his own fucking wife.

Larys had some interest in the girl for a while now, so why not?

But the deal is that...Harwin knows it's not his, he barely touches his wife, so when her belly starts to grow and later the child is born with all the Strong features

Harwin gets his face slapped at the fact that his brother accomplished on the one task that he failed

[lazypinkpig]

Preview Prologue Intro!Chapter 1

A River of Blood- Intro Chapter 1: Heir in a Vial

It is truly interesting how a small vial could alter the course of history.

How a single night gave life to one of the greatest man, king, warrior and son.

He may be seen as a bastard in other people's eyes, but there is no doubt that the blood of a king courses through his veins.

It has been days after that night that Rhealla Targaryen have heard of what her brother, Viserys, has planned for her.

"How dare he!!!!, To throw me away like some common whore. I have given him everything and this is how he repays me!!" Rhealla shouted madly, with tears falling through the ground, as objects fly and crash into walls, floors and ceilings.

"Princess Prince Daemon is here to see you." Jeran announced, with Ser Redel by her side. Rhealla stopped and turned to look at Jeran, still crying.

"Princess, it may be best to changed first before meeting prince Daemon." Said Septa Morel. Rhealla may have disheveled hair, red eyes, puffed face and a loose, crumpled nightgown, all from her crying and outburst. But even with all of that, none of them could deny the beauty that Rhealla Targaryen is.

"No let him in." Rhealla said as she slowly walked towards her bedside and dramatically fall to the ground, then laying her head on the bedside, with her arms careesing her stomach while continuing to sob.

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(So I plan to make a longer chapter for Chapter 1 sooo, all of my knowledge will be from the tv show and there might be some changes in the future so bear with me)

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