#ll .dragon king. ll

[orboros]

Blood on Snow part 2

Warnings: Gutting a animal

I don't know how long this series will be, but this isn't the last chapter. Also, if anyone has any tips for getting better at typing, please share it :) I write it down physically, and then I type it on my phone. This is a pretty slow process, so I would appreciate any tips. Thank you, and I hope you find some enjoyment in it.

The all-encompassing blackness of night covered your body as the howling winds drowned your grunts and pants for air. The climb down the wall was far easier than the climb up, but that didn't mean it was easy. The woven rope dug into your waist as the icyness of the frozen wall soaked your gloves. You've neared the end now. With both Ygla and Vigyn safely on the ground. Your hand reached for your knife. The rusted blade cut the rope that tied you to Gurnard. You sheathed the blade before letting go of the rope. Pain shot up your feet and settled in your knees as you landed on the frost-covered grass. You ripped the worn gloves from your hand; thick Calluses were spilt angrily, and large Bullous blisters formed on the tips of your fingers. It hurt, but the cold air soothed your sweaty hands. Your hood came down soon after that, and strands of sweat-covered hair stuck out of the tight plaits you had put in your hair.

Ygla and Vigyn played with their axes and swords, respectively. They hit each other with comically loud whines and cries of pain. Anger flooded you; this wasn't some joke. Several members of your group had died, and now they screamed and Hollered like dogs. Anyone could hear you; on the ground, sound travels quickly, especially at night. You quickly marched over to them. Your Calloused hands soon clattered each of them in the back of the head.

"Be quiet," You whispered with a hiss.

"But Grunard said there were no crows here!" Vigyn said it in the whiny tone of a pubescent boy.

"Grunard said that so you wouldn't shit yourselves; we don't know for sure where the crows are." You looked at both of their fear-sticky faces with fury.

"Don't look at me like that; you wanted to come here; you wanted to raid. Don't shirk in fear just because the consequences of your actions have arrived." Your nose flared as your harsh words left your chapped lips. The guilty looks of scolded children came on each of their dates. It did not quell your anger, but they Had been told off enough for one day. More men and women rumped from the grass-woven ropes, Grunard being one of them. With everyone who had survived the wall now on southern ground, you all gathered together.

Grunard spoke with wide hand gestures and a hushed voice. The darkness of night made it hard to see him, but you understood the gist of the plan nonetheless. You would journey to Queenscrown and completely bypass Mole's Town. The crows often visited the women there to break their oh-so-sacred vows. The town was crawling with the black-hearted basterds. As you had a number of young ones, it was better to go straight to Queenscown.

The people were weak and easy to kill. Spending their days tilling the fruitful soil. As a result, the reward was low. There would be no fine silks or exotic spices, but there would be enough swords, axes, and armour to make the journey worth it.

Under the cover of night, everyone moved as one, searching for shelter to hide from the exposed nature of daylight. Luckily, the gods granted you all that mercy in the form of a cave. The other raiders poured into the dark and damp cave. Some slept alone, while others gathered in large piles to sleep. You decided on neither; you were too hungry to sleep. The pain of hunger crawled up your ribcage, sending the familiar growls into the quiet night. With a rake of arrows across your back and a bow in hand, you left the cave. The dark sky began to lighten as the first light came.

The squelch of lush, dew-covered grass and the melodic chirps of risen birds drove home how full of life the south was. Every inch of land is themed with life; back home on the frozen shore, most life existed in the turbulent sea. Here, it was everywhere. The grassy meadows soon turned to thick oak forests, and gentle rays of dawn gently touched the apples of your cheeks as they swept through the woodland. Birds flew through the canopy of leaves as rabbits swiftly leaped into underground burrows. But you were searching for something more filling. A crack of a twig altered your eager ears. Before your eyes found him, you knew what he was. The snap of the twig was heavy—too heavy to be a wolf and too light to be a boar. Your eyes whipped around to the large stag.You lowered your body as a creeping hand gripped one of your arrows. The great white stag didn't notice your soundless breathing and hungry eyes as it chewed on fresh grass. Nor did it notice the flying arrow until it pierced its chest. But by the time he realised it, it was too late. The beast fell to the ground with a thud. In your younger years, you would wait for the blood to drain from the beast, but now that you were more skilled, deer would die on impact. This one is included.

You sauntered over to the now-dead creature; killing had always been easy for you. The North was filled with it. Death surrounded anything that had the fight to survive and took anything that didn't. But here, where life came easy, the fight for survival was nonexistent.

Your Calloused hand ripped the arrow from its punctured heart. Blood gushed from the wound. Flickers of life still brimmed in his eyes, and your rusted blade that was once on your hip sliced the stag's throat in thick jagad cuts. It was a painful way to die, but you still needed to eat, and it was a better way to go than dying slowly with an arrow in your heart. With his life gone with his blood, you began to cut open the stag. Your rusted serrated knife first cut around the anus of the creature and freed its colon, so all its guts would come out in one piece. Your knife ran up along its abdomen, just cutting through its hide, lest you accidentally cut into its bladder and spill piss all over the good meat. You cut off the balls and cock of the stage and discarded it. Then you cut it into the meat of the stag. Down to the bone. Making a gateway for all the guts to come pouring out. With the ridge of the pelvis now exposed, you began to cut through the hide of the sternum to join your work lower down.

As you reached the end of its ribs, you cut slowly so as not to puncture the stomach. The white lining that encased the organ was next. Your blade popped open the next lay, and you dug your fingers into the still-warm stag. You cut the lining in between your fingers, revealing the assortment of grey and brown organs. You took your knife and began to saw through the pelvic bone. Thick clumps of white dust gathered at the sides of your knife. You ripped out the chuck of bone and tossed it into the thick forest. Your knife was set aside in favour of your hands, and with one hand set on each side, you cracked open the pelvis. The weight of your body made the bones crack and splinter beneath you. With your serrated knife in hand, you began cutting through the ribcage of the creature. No longer be careful with your hands, and cut away at anything attaching the guts to the meat. You cut out the heart and set it aside along with the liver and kidneys before you pulled them cleanly from the once great stag. With your gutted stag and your hands bloody, it was time to head back to your fellow raiders.

You packed up the edible organs into your bag before you dragged the creature out of the forest by the antler. Picking up mushrooms, herbs, and anything worth eating along the way. The sun had only risen slightly in the time you were away from camp. Still, the others seemed to wake up at the smell of blood. Several crowded around you as you neared the cave, and soon the stag was taken from you to be cooked. Grunard threw you a water-soaked rag to clean your hands; the semi-dried blood wiped away easily. Though some still cringe under your fingernails.

Soon the stag was cut further down and cooked on an open fire. The smell of seared venison battled the stench of sweat all of you carried. A large wooden bowl of stew was set in front of you, filled to the brim with meat, mushrooms, and barley. All of which you had gathered, and as a result, you got the largest portion. The meat was tender; it fell apart in strings against your teeth. With your belly now filled and furs placed down for you, you laid down and fell into a dreamless sleep.

The unnoticed blackness of sleep was eventually painted with streaks of colour. The pigments merged and separated; shades of green, white, purple, and brown swirled until the colours were pulled into an image. It was the cave you had settled in—the same damp stone walls, the same sprouts of vegetation in every corner. But the fire was out, with only smoke rising from the ashes as a marker of its existence. Your heart began to pump faster as the image became clearer; gone were the other raiders, not even furs or weapons to remember them by. Your eyes turned to look out at the entrance of the cave. The meadows and thick forests of the southern landscape were gone. Instead, the stone walls drifted like smoke into a large candlelit room. High stone ceilings and dark wood floors. Every part of the room was filled with more luxuries and crafted with more expertise than you had ever seen. Even the fanciful homes of Mole's Town didn't compare to this. An obnoxiously large bed sat against the back wall, pillows and blankets practically oozing from the bed. A woman lay on the bed, her white hair reflecting a sliver of light. She sat up slightly, her snow-like hair rising with her, and her purple eyes settled on you. In your skin and in your bones, you knew this was a dream. The hazeness of Everything proved it. Yet she was so clear, so real; this was something else, something strange. The white-haired woman sat fully up amongst her luxuries; more gold adorned her than you had seen in all of the men of the frozen shore combined. To your fellow raiders, you spoke the common tongue, but this was not your native tongue; words in your own ancient language slipped from your tongue like oil. The deep, guttural words brought fear to the hearts of southerners, but that did not hold true for her. Curious, unblinking eyes stayed in a heavy lock with your own.

"Who are you?" She asked, her voice light, airy, and in the strangest accent you had ever heard.

"The hog," You replied as your tongue slithered back into the position for common touch.

"Hog?" She questioned, her erie lavender eyes still locked with your own.

"There is not a name for it in the common tongue. It is like a You paused for a moment, trying to find the right words.

"Outside name. One you tell to strangers, ones outside kin," you said with hesitation, knowing your discomfort was clear. She was the strangest-looking and-sounding person you had ever met. Snow white hair and almost translucent lavender eyes. She was pretty, but her ghostly features and voice did nothing to sooth you. Before she could ask another question, you asked one of your own.

"What are you?" You said slowly that you didn't know if she was some vengeful spirit or a trickster here to trap you.

She seemed to think for a moment, pondering your question, unbridled with the fear you felt.

"A Targaryen, I suppose." Your face scrunched up in confusion at her answer, and words slipped from your lips freely.

"What the fuck is a Targaryen?" You said it in bewilderment. Finally, there was some emotion on her wide-eyed face. Her features scrunched up like yours had done as she thought of an answer.

"My mother says that we are the Royal House; Aemond says we are dragons; and Daeron would say we are conquerors. My father doesn't speak to me much, and when My elder brother Aegon speaks of our house, it is nothing but insults. I don't really know what makes a Targaryen—is it dragon riding, the white hair, or the violet eyes? Aemond always says Targaryens are the blood of Old Valeriya, so I would assume that's what we are."

The words dragon riding sung in your head again and again; you knew what she was. Disgust filled your heart like bile and spilled out onto your face. You had heard tales of the dragon-riding inbreeders that ruled the South. Sisters marrying brothers, uncles marrying nieces—it made you sick. Anger soon mixed with and amplified your disgust.

"I know who you are! Inbreeder!" You shouted as you ripped yourself from your furs and marched towards her. As you got to the edge of your world and the beginning of hers, you went to reach for her, but a force so potent ripped you back.

Your eyelids jumped open as you lunged yourself off the sweat-soaked furs you once slept on. Your eyes darted around the cave; the fire was still lit but had now dimmed, and your fellow raiders were still there. Just pack up to continue your journey. Your breath raged as your eyes bound from one spot to another.

"Bad dream?" Grunard said in a mocking tone.

"No, but it was a fucking strange one." You said you were too busy trying to catch your breath and calm your racing heart to joke with him.

His curiosity seemed to be Peaked as you moved out of the furs and began packing up.

Well, aren't you going to tell me what it was, Hog?" He said it with a wrinkled brow.

You looked at him, and with an unwilling frown, you spoke.

"A Targaryen, you know the inbreeders that rule the south." You said this while stuffing the furs into the woven bag. He paused for a moment as his face became more serious.

"We're in the south now, Hog; the dark magic of Old Valeriya runs rampant here. A skinchanger like you should be careful; it could swallow you whole."

  Helaena

 

Helaena awoke with a jump; sweat poured from her brow, yet goosebumps ran along her skin. Her heart beated out of her chest as her breathing was like that of a panting dog. The setting sun stung her eyes; she had only meant to sleep a little while, but the constant visions that plagued her had drained Helaena. They were getting stronger and more clear. The light of the fire was out from the cold of the woman she saw. Tall, intimidating, and calculating, she is covered in thick fur and has clammy skin tattooed with foreign symbols on her hands and up her arms. She didn't set fear into Helaena's heart at first, but when the woman came for her, well, she couldn't help but shut her eyes and cover her ears at the memory. Yet something in Helaena knew the woman had a right to be so angry; something in her told her she too should be angry. Helaena never really thought much of her family's traditions; they had infected every aspect of her life since birth, so how could she judge the only way of life she knew? But in that moment, lying in bed with the setting sun illuminating the room with streaks of pink and orange, She, too, felt disgusted.

An uneasy feeling settled in Helaena as the sun set and the night began. She never really spoke to her husband or her brother. He had only visited her a few times in the night. He was always drunk beyond belief, and he cried. He always cried when they were forced to lay together. Thankfully for both of them, the visits have now ceased. Aegon rarely spoke to her, instead running off to the streets of silk and drinking anything that would dull his mind. She never understood why he did that, but now she does. It was to drown out the shivers of disgust that ran along his skin. She pulled the duvet from her and walked along the wooden floors towards Aegon's rooms. He would most likely be gone, already trying to escape reality.

As her fingers pushed open Aegon's door with a creak, her eyes Peaked in. He sat hunched over at the edge of his bed, rubbing his eyes and groaning. Helaena pushed open the door fully and stepped through. Aegon's tired eyes looked up at her with a grimace.

"What is it?" He said it with annoyance.

"What they did to us was bad, wasn't it?"

Her words caught Aegon off guard, and he looked at her fully and with interest. Helaena paused, her lip twitching.

"It was cruel," She said with a crack in her voice.

Aegon took a moment to speak, and when he did, tears threatened to spill from his eyes.

"It was"

[vanessayaeger]

New still of Tom Glynn-Carney as King Aegon ll Targaryen in House of the Dragon

[camlovesjace]

HATE ME; 01 , THE PINK DREAD ! (Jacaerys Velaryon)

Summary (there) Warning: Enemies to lovers, you may hate or dislike some characters, not hate allowed, I AM TEAM BLACK my oc is not so...her ideas/opinions are not mine. Someone asked me to translate my wattpad fanfic Hate Me, (there is the link of the original fic, written by me on spanish, available until chapter 40th on wattpad) so here it is, i hope you enjoy it, i´ll try to post a few more chapters soon xoxo

The birth of Princess Deianira Targaryen was one of the worst days of Queen Alicent Hightower, the birth had lasted hours and had been one of the most complicated for the young redhead. And when the girl gave herself into her mother’s arms, the news reached her that Princess Rhaenyra had given birth to a prince… The two babies were born minutes apart, with Jacaerys Velaryon being the eldest of the two. A boy with brown hair and brown eyes, a bastard in the eyes of the green queen. Instead Alicent’s newborn daughter was an embodiment of Valyrian traits in person, her scarce hair was as pale as snow, and the first glow the queen saw in Deianira’s eyes was amethyst.

King Viserys took the news of the Parthians as a divine sign sent by the gods, and perhaps it was… The man Targaryen went to his firstborn’s quarters, to meet the future heir…leaving his wife and daughter alone for most of the day. When King Viserys finally approached his queen he found a sleeping Alicent, hugging the baby. But he dared not do anything to wake them up. The next day the man ordered the newborn children to share a wet nurse, in order to strengthen their bond and try to repair the growing rift that separated their family. He also offered a deal to the princes' mothers, a betrothal between the two children…so Deianira would be the queen consort and Jacaerys the king, when his time came to rule.

Princess Rhaenyra was more than delighted with the idea, but Alicent refused the offer, unable to even imagine her little daughter in the hands of a bastard. And so the years passed in the red keep… The Green Queen’s hatred for her stepdaughter and ex best friend became as ardent as the flames of a dragon, and whenever her youngest daughter was belittled by the presence of Prince Jacaerys, her tolerance for the bastards diminished. Rhaenyra’s dishonorable continuation of childbearing did not improve the situation. Alicent spent her afternoons talking to her children, warning them about her half-sister and her bastard children, especially to her eldest child, Aegon.

In this way, Deianira cultivated a resentment towards her nephew, Jacaerys. Who stole all the attention of her father, there were even several onomastics where the king forgot his youngest daughter… Without remembering, many times, that both children were born the same day. But the worst of all those days was the morning when Jace and Nira turned six onomastics old. King Viserys, as every year, had made a feast for the future king…but on that occasion, he had not even noticed to congratulate his daughter as well. Deianira watched as her father spent the afternoon playing with the boy and, sitting on the throne, put Jacaerys on his legs. Proclaiming that that would be his seat when he grew up, and that that day was cause for celebration because he was with them.

After that, the relationship between father and daughter only deteriorated, Nira was fed by anger towards her father for months and months, which led her to develop rebellious and violent attitudes. The last straw for the king was when, during an argument at dinner, Deianira threw a fork into Jacaerys' face. Stabbing the tips of the utensil in the forehead and leaving a small scar on his skin. Viserys tried to talk to his youngest daughter, but Princess Rhaenyra told him that she should be severely punished for her behavior towards the future king, which caused a dispute between both mothers…each trying to defend their respective children.

The fight did not stop until Ser Criston interfered, suggesting to the king that the princess could improve her behavior and calm her anger through disciplined training, practicing alongside her older brothers Aegon and Aemond. A proposal that the king thought carefully and ended up accepting. In this way the life of the white haired princess changed completely, she spent every morning training with her nephews and brothers, her afternoons doing recreational activities with her sister Helaena, and her nights reading or learning High Valyrian next to Aemond. Both children were very close, so much so that Alicent thought about brethroting them…but she never did it.

That specific morning the youngest girl was with her older brother, trying to speak in their father’s language with the dragon keepers, the men nodding or denying the questions the princess asked them. It was not until Aegon arrived with their two brown nephews that Deianira’s mood changed.

"Why do these two had to come?" The girl whispered to Aemond, who pinched her upon hearing her.

"Be kinder, they are our family" he told her, and she headed towards Aegon. Nira frowned and approached barely, unwilling to do so.

"Good morning, Deianira" the youngest child said, seeing her aunt walking by her feet, the princess nodded.

"Good morning too, Lucerys" she says and tries to smile, but her grimace gives her away. Then she looks at her eldest brother "Aegon." she says, in the form of a greeting, but ignores Jacaerys.

The brown haired boy rolls his eyes when he sees her attitude.

"Jacaerys is also here, Nira" murmurs Aemond.

"I know…" she says. And then she does not speak again. Jace is angry to see her behaving so childishly, but he does not pay attention.

The princess get into the pit next to the elders, and from the bottom of the huge cave comes the dragon Vermax…a green animal with golden almost orange horns. Apparently it was a male dragon, because every year it grew abruptly, as if it stretched and enlarged when no one was looking. Deianira and Aemond were the only ones without a dragon of their own, the prince’s egg had not hatched and the princess’s dragon had perished a few days after birth, as it was very weak and small…even it´s wings were thin, so thin that if it had survived it would never have been able to fly.

The dragon keepers incited the eldest Velaryon boy to approach their dragon, and he went towards the beast, somewhat fearful. The animal was unleashed and headed for its future rider.

"Call Vermax, Prince Jacaerys" one of the man's indicated , speaking High Valyrian.

"Attention!" Jace exclaimed, but he stepped back as the dragon approached him quickly, as if to attack him "Stop, Vermax!" Jace said, and Vermax obeyed, the man beside him smiled faintly.

"Well done" the elder murmured, then some caretakers brought a small lamb, Deianira opened his eyes as they approached him towards the round.

"Aren’t you going to…?" the girl’s words were interrupted by her older nephew, who ordered his beast to stop because the dragon had turned to the innocent animal. Vermax growled, but he did as it´s rider told him. "You must keep control over your dragon, my young prince" a young dragon keeper translated the words of an elder, because the prince´s were not yet so advanced in the language, except Aemond and Deianira, who understood each word "As Prince Aegon had it with Sunfyre. Once Vermax is attached to you, it will refuse to take orders from anyone else" he said. The dragon let out a desperate grunt, seeing the pale animal, Jace turned to the leader the excitement on his childish face evident from afar.

"May I?" he questioned, and received a nod from the brown, the brown haired prince turned around to face his uncles and aunt. Aegon had bored, looking everywhere but not there, Aemond looked with a touch of interest and Deianira had a grimace of disgust. That expression was almost characteristic of the princess. Or at least, something Jacaerys always noticed when he was around. And always, no matter what, the boy wanted to impress her. He still didn’t know why, but he wanted her to respect him.

Which always ended up going wrong.

"Dracarys, Vermax!" Jace shouted and the dragon spewed fire through it´s mouth, burning the lamb alive, Nira uttered an almost inaudible exclamation and clung to Aemond’s arm. Not out of fear, but out of indignation. Was it difficult to sacrifice the animal before giving it to a dragon? Could they not spare him the suffering of a painful death? Deianira hated cruelty to the innocent, especially to animals.

The lamb shrieked in pain as the embers clung to it´s body and the princess forced herself not to look away. Vermax went to the corpse of the animal that was once white and devoured it with a few bites, then the dragon keepers took the dragon back to it´s pit, leaving the princes alone. Nira tightened the grip she had on her older brother’s arm.

"Aemond, Deianira" Aegon called them "We have a surprise for you two" he said and Nira rolled her eyes, knowing that nothing good could come from her mother’s firstborn. But she said nothing because she noticed the glow of emotion in Aemond’s eyes.

"What is?" the white haired boy asked. Lucerys said it was something very special with a mocking tone, and the girl looked at the boy with annoyance. Thinking how far he’d fly if she kicked him at that precise moment, but at seeing him run away she preferred to suppress her desires.

"You two are the only ones who do not have a dragon" Aegon spoke.

"It is your fault, you chose the worst eggs for us" Deianira murmurs, feeling how her brother took her back and began to move with them at his side.

"True, it is your fault" Aemond agrees, remembering that their eggs had been chosen by Aegon before their births.

"Well, just…shut up" the eldest prince interrupts them, feeling attacked "I feel bad about my bad choices, okay? Well…we all felt a little bad, so we found something for you two" the younger white haired boy frown frowned, unable to believe him.

"You…find a dragon, seriously?" he asks, his tone full of uncertainty.

"You can’t even find your high Valyrian notes, how will you find a dragon?" Deianira asks, half mocking him and half skeptical.

"The gods provide, little sister" Aegon whispers "The gods provide"

Aemond and Deianira watched as Luke approached…next to a pig, with a harness made of brown strings and false feathers that pretended to mimic two wings.

"Admire the Pink Dread!" Aegon exclaims bursting with laughter, the laughter of the two bastards boys fills the ears of the princes. Aemond feels humiliated, his heart sink in his chest, while Deianira feels only anger. It’s like a hurricane is about to break loose in her stomach "It has room for two mounts, but be careful… the first fly can be difficult"

Nira clenches her fists, but does nothing yet. Aegon and Jacaerys begin to make sounds mimicking a pig and the princess feels an immense urge to throw herself on her brother and tear apart the hairs from his head one by one, and with the disgusting bastard of her sister…the words could not describe how much she wanted to hurt him. She wanted to see him bleed.

A few minutes later Aemond was still petrified beside Deianira, the children were gone and the girl was looking at her brother.

"Now they will know who I am" the princess declares, her cheeks red of anger and her jaw clenching, she sighs before coming out of the pit as soul being chased by the seven devils, Aemond sighs too as she leaves…it was as if a black cloud settled on her head.

"This will end up badly" he whispers, giving up, then he turns around and makes up his mind, starting to creep into the depths of the dragon pit.

Aegon held his nose while it bled in droves. Beside him sat Deianira, who had her shoulders down, awaiting for her punishment. Jacaerys covered his eye with his hand, feeling it begin to swell. Lucerys was the only one who was intact, Nira had not been able to jump on him as her hands and feet were busy beating the two elders.

The first to arrive the room was Rhaenyra, she looked at Jace stunned and worried.

"Who did this?!" she asked, desperately, kneeling to see her son’s face, his right eye was bruised. Deianira smiled at him.

"It is a gift of mine, dear sister" she says, looking at her half-sister, who hardened her gaze when she saw the delicate features of the girl intact.

The crown princess shouldered Nira tightly and at that moment Alicent entered the room, and at the sight of the scene ran to separate her daughter from the hands of Rhaenyra.

"Enough, stop!" the green queen shouted, and held her child in her arms. Then her gaze landed on Aegon "What happened, Aegon?"

The teenager rolled his eyes.

"It was your precious daughter, mother" he says, blood dripping from his nose, some parts were drying up on his skin, leaving crimson spots "Deianira attacked us for no reason!" The girl tried to get out of Alicent’s arms, wishing to throw herself on Aegon again.

"You’re a liar, Aegon, I swear I’ll…-!"she shouted, but a voice rose over hers.

"Enough!" the king exclaimed, drawing everyone’s attention towards him, an Aemond all covered with what seemed to be dust was by his side. The boy walked into Alicent’s arms, taking refuge on his mother warmth.

"These disputes must end, we are family!" the king yelled.

"Father" Rhaenyra spoke, and Alicent took her younger child under her grip as she intuited what the white haired woman next words would be 2Princess Deianira has come too far, attacked two princes this time, she is…uncontrollable2

Alicent sighed, smiling powerless and shaking her head softly.

"I know my daughter has had impulsive reactions before, but I don’t think this was for no reason" the redhead says looking at her lord husband.

"Aemond was locked in the dragon pit… " Ser Criston Cole whispered. "The princes were found fighting outside the place" he ended. Viserys looks at Aegon, then at Jacaerys, asking for explanations with his gaze.

"We were quietly coming out of the pit, father, and Deianira rushed over us" Aegon explained, faking a face to try to get his father pit "She had that mad expression she has everytime she lose her mind"

The silence seized the room, and Aemond broke it. His eyes burning with locked tears.

"They gave us a pig!" he shouted, his voice weak and shaky, the adults present in the room looked at the child and Deianira placed her gaze on the ground, feeling the sadness of her older brother "They said they had a dragon for us, they mocked and left us there."

Rhaenyra looked at her younger half-sister, and then at Jacaerys, disappointed to learn the things her son was doing in her absence.

"A blow, over a joke?" the crowned princess asked, but her voice sank into the depths of her throat. No one had words for what happened.

Viserys was the first to speak after a while.

"Apologize, and forget the situation" the King proposed, but Deianira shaked softly her head

"How many situations can we forget, father?" she murmured "Are you going to keep pretending that this family hasn’t been broken for years?"

Aemond took his younger sister’s hand, trying to shut her up.

"What did you said?" Viserys asks, approaching his daughter, who does not look down or flinch.

"What you heard" Deianira says, her amethyst eyes on her father, piercing deeply on his soul "One day there will come a situation that no member of this family will ever forget, and there’s nothing you will can do about it."

The man could not say anything at the words of his offspring, yet hardened his expression.

"Go to your quarters, Deianira, I have no desire to see your face today" he speaks, his cold and heartless tone of voice makes Alicent feel as her chest sinks into her bones.

"Viserys…she´s is your daughter" the queens whispers, but her voice breaks, the king looks at his wife and understands that his words were too harsh. But he wasn’t going to back down.

"Don’t worry about me, Mother" Nira tries to reassure her "I stopped seeing the king like my father long ago…"

After this, the young princess crosses the doorway and leaves, letting the tension in the room rise. Rhaenyra looks at Alicent and then at Aemond, but not a word comes out of her mouth. And so, the gap continues to open, further separating the house of the dragon.

[sleepyowlwrites]

it's that time of year. I must give you spooky songs.

I'm not just throwing my playlists at you, either. you can find all 200+ of my playlists on my spotify. spooky is a blanket term, okay. the vibes are expansive but there's something...there.

spooky but in the background, mostly

the Ghost songs by Louie Zong

Ancient Souls - The Daniel Pemberton TV Orchestra

Edge of Night - Cullen Vance

The Mist - Max LL

The Inevitable Haunted House - Boqeh

Mass (Re-Imagined) - Phoria

Dispossession - SQUARE ENIX MUSIC

Ceaseless Watcher - harvo

Waltz of the Bone King - Peter Gaundry

Thryy Wyrd Tynns - Alec Holowka

Dance Off - Heloise Tunstall-Behrens & Auclair

Dragon Lullaby - Dave Volpe

The Gambit of Night - Neil DeGraide, Dirt Poor Robbins

Sleep - The Last Bison

Mausoleum - Rafferty

White Specter - Adrian Von Ziegler

spooky but there's something here with you, a creature?

Fangs - Little Red Lung

Rusalka, Rusalka / Wild Rushes - The Decemberists

That Unwanted Animal - The Amazing Devil

Into the Woods - PHILDEL

Into the Unknown - Evetty

The Nowhere King - The Centaurworld Cast

Aha! - Imogen Heap

The Glow - The Last Bison

Nature Girl - Cryoshell

Running with the Wolves - AURORA

Howling Moon - Coleman Hall

The Pines - Roses & Revolutions

Caterpillars (Of the Commonwealth) - Will Connolly

The Night We Met - Lord Huron

Errasuriz - Kiltro

Bloodsuckers - Johnny Hollow

We Have It All - Pim Stones

spooky but maybe it's you

Devourer - Aideoneus

When I Was Done Dying - Dan Deacon

The Yawning Grave - Lord Huron

So Tonight That I Might See - Mazzy Star

The Mortal Boy King - The Paper Kites

Stone Wall, Stone Fence - Gregory and the Hawk

Ghosts - James Vincent McMorrow

Oceanica - San Fermin

Going - Tow'rs

Sticks and Stones - The Pierces

Strange - Runah

All Things Devour - aseaes

Raise the Dead - RAIGN

Sunlit Grave - Saint Mesa

Remain Nameless - Florence + the Machine

spooky but we're having a good time, I think

Let's B Goblins! - Ratwyfe

Death, Thrice Drawn - The Scary Jokes

Great Vacation - Dirt Poor Robbins

Face the Night - Tennyson

Skeleton Song - Kate Nash

Bones - anne october

The Magic - Lola Blanc

All Is Well (Goodbye, Goodbye) - Radical Face

the jester - ratz

spooky but in pastels

In The Beginning - Fahrenhaidt

Kiss the Grass - The Paper Kites

Butterfly Water - Pastelle

I Was Feeling Down, I Found a Nice Witch and We're Friends - In Love With a Ghost

The Ancestor - Darlingside

Entangled Life - Merlin Sheldrake, Cosmo Sheldrake

Night Owls - Mree

[snowblack-charcoalwhite]

The Crowned Head and The Sword Hand

The Monarchs

I think it`s symbolic and very fitting that both Rhaenyra and Aegon were the first and only riders of their dragons.

Sorry about the abysmal quality of the Sunfyre gif, that`s the best I could do with the content available and my not-so-great giffing skills🙈

Being a King (or a Queen) is, in many ways, being on your own. No matter how many people are around and how close they are to you - at the end of the day all the roads lead you to that lonely place at the top. But there`s always that creature - fierce, magical, almost ineffable - who is bound to you, who has only ever been bound to you and you alone.

And at the end of all things it`ll be one of them against the half of the other - and then only one will remain.

The Knights

Daemon and Aemond are the best warriors each of their respective sovereigns has - and their dragons are the best warriors they have.

They are not their first riders - and it`s not a problem. With every year, every battle, every word and action of their previous partners (because dragons and riders are partners) Caraxes and Vhagar have been gaining what it will take to face their greatest opponents - to whatever end.

And at the end of all things there will be only them against each other - and then, if need be, there will be no one left.

[asherbakugou]

Twenty and five years ago, Princess Rhaenyra was removed from the line of succession after King Viserys Targaryen and Queen Alicent Hightower learned of her marriage, or marriages. Under the guiding flame of the Fourteen and the Branches of the Godwood, Rhaenyra had taken three husbands: Lord Rickon Stark of the North, Ser Laenor Velaryon, Heir to Driftmark, and Prince Daemon Targaryen, her Uncle.

It was Ser Otto, Lord Hand, who encouraged the King to remove her because of her unlawful wedding.

Having learned of her impending removal as Heiress, Rhaenyra created a contract with the help of Lyonel Strong, the Master of Law.

The First Clause.

Dragonstone, her ancestral home, and the Stepstones, Prince Daemons second gift for winning the war, were hers and her husbands alone and would be passed down through her line alone.

The Second Clause.

Anything belonging to the late Queen Aemma would be given to Princess Rhaenyra to be passed down through her line alone. This included all of her possessions, jewelry, dresses, and her crowns.

The Third Clause.

Anything of Valyrian Ancestry, whether living or not, belonged to Rhaenyra to pass down as she pleased.

The Fourth Clause.

The Dragons woud be removed from the Dragonpit and guided to the Dragonmont. If any Targaryen henceforth wished to claim a dragon they would have to gain permission from Princess Rhaenyra and her husbands.

As a gift for Aegons second nameday Rhaenyra left him and her younger sister, Halaena eggs.

The Fifth Clause.

Daemons Gold Cloaks would be allowed to follow to protect Dragonstone as they had Kings Landing.

The contract was shown to King Viserys privately, so none of his counsel was able to refute it. He agreed, signing the contract in blood before copies were sent out to each kingdom and member of the Counsel.

The morning after King Viserys signed the contract his entire family left. The Velaryons returned to Driftmark, and Rhaenyra and her husbands to Dragonstone where no word was heard for twenty and five years.

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Within the first year of living on Dragonstone, the Volcano erupted and gave them nearly double the land they had before. The Island became renowed for its Rock Salt, Fine Salt, Dragonglass, Glass, and Pearls all of which were abundant.

Created on the Northeastern side of the island, after a second smaller eruption added several miles, was a smaller keep built specifically for Rhaenyras line to inherit. The Keep, known as the Narrows Watchtower, had docks below for the Fleet of the Fourteen which would eventually be given to Prince Rhaenor Velaryon and his betrothed Princess Aemma Targaryen.

As Rhaenyra and Daemon knew what it felt like to be pushed aside they made sure their children knew that family was the most important thing, that nothing could break the bond of blood. They also made sure each child would inherit something so anger and jealosy would not fester.

Each child was given an egg within the cradle, and eventually taught the same lessons so they were given the same opportunities. Princess Rhaenyra was also going to make sure none of her children felt pressured to marry and let them have a say in their betrothals.

Prince Baelon Targaryen ll, Heir to Dragonstone.

Prince Aemon Targaryen ll, Heir to the Stepstones.

Prince Cregan Stark, Heir to the North.

Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, Heir to Crackclaw point.

Prince Lucerys Velaryon, Heir to Driftmark.

Princess Khalysi Targaryen, Heiress to Dragonstone.

Prince Jon Stark, Heir to Moat Cailin.

Princess Arya Stark, Heiress to Moat Cailin.

Prince Corryn Velaryon, Heir to the Sea Serpents Fleet.

Prince Rhaenor Velaryon, Heir to the Fleet of the Fourteen Flames.

Prince Benjen Stark, Heir to Greywater Watch.

Princess Saerys Targaryen, Heiress to Greywater Watch.

Princess Alyssa Targaryen, Heiress to Rainwood Isles.

Princess Aemma Targaryen, Heiress to the Narrows Watchtower.

Princess Visenya Targaryen ll, Heiress to the Vale.

Princess Rhaena Targaryen lll, Heiress to the Isles of Skagos and Skane.

Prince Baelon was betrothed to Princess Khalysi and Prince Lucerys at a young age due to their closeness. They were wedded after Khalysi's tenth and sixth Nameday, marking her as a grown woman.

Prince Aemon was betrothed to Princess Nehemia of Martell after it became obvious they liked each other during peace talks in Dorne. They were married after Princess Nehemias tenth and sixth Nameday, marking her as a grown woman.

Prince Cregan Stark was betrothed to Alyssane Blackwood after he saw her using a bow against the Wildlings. They married soon after the battle as Alyssane was already ten and seven.

Prince Jacaerys was married to Alinor Celtigar, which gave him Crackclaw Point.

Prince Jon and Princess Arya were married on their tenth and sixth nameday.

Prince Corryn was betrothed to Princess Alyssa because of their similar behaviors and wild hearts.

Prince Rhaenor and Princess Aemma were betrothed due to their own similarities and their friendship.

Prince Benjen and Princess Saerys were betrothed because they near begged to be, having fallen for each other at a young age.

Princess Visenya and Princess Rhaena were left unbetrothed, because Lady Jeyne was given permission to find their matches because their territories were gifts from the Vale.

With no information being given to Kings Landing, King Viserys, Queen Alicent, and Ser Otto had no idea of the 'army' of children Rhaenyra had. Nor of the amount of hatched dragons, and claimed dragons.

13 cradle hatched dragons, 3 claimed, with a dragonseed claiming Sheepstealer and becoming Princess Visenya's Sworn Maiden.

With three adult dragons, if not four or five when Rhaenys and Laena visited with Rhaenys and Vhagar.

Dragonstone was a fortress, with an army to protect her.

[lilisouless]

Okay, picture season 3: shit happened ,things got out of control and the grisha squad ended up having disagrements and lets say there is a huge fight going on with a fjerdan army coming between a shadow-sun sumoning grisha and a huge dragon. Cue the crows just arriving from whatever happened on their spinoff

Nina: this looks bad, we have to help them!

Wylan: but who do we help?

Nina: isn't it obvious?

Inej: we help Sankta Alina (Nina: we help Zoya)

Nina: what?

Inej: i like zoya but we have to-

Kaz: think, who is the king siding with? thats what matters because thats who will pay us

Matthias: at least we know the fjerdan army is out of the question

Jesper: i know! lets flip a coin. i`ll toss it

Kuwei: i just need to know who has the least propability of executing me by treason

Hanne: i got it! we divide and whoever loses, we say it was a trick to gain their trust and the winner half backs up that

Kaz: thats actually brillaint, alright lets do that, Inej you take dump,dummer and dumpest ; me, fjerdan 1 and fjerdan 0-

Matthias: hey!

Kaz: we go with Nina

Jesper: why you go with Nina and not Inej?

Kaz: Inej won't stab me too deep, Nina will turn me inside out if she got the change

Nina: i absolutely would

[thunderthighsxd001]

Summary: This is more or less a flashback segment. With Alyssa Targaryen ll and Rhaenyra Targaryen. Spending some time together flying their dragons. I want to show the close relationship these two have with each other. Despite the differences between Rhaenyra and Alicent.

///I made Alicent and Cole more horrible in this fic. I thought making them more horrible and more toxic would make for a more interesting story. Think about it as a mean girl type of thing. Making Alicent more jealous of Rhaenyra and making Cole more salty.

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In the skies of Kings Landing a bright red dragon and a golden dragon can be seen flying overhead. Alyssa Targaryen ll and her half sister Rhaenyra Targaryen, were racing each other. Trying to see who could get to DragonStone first. Syrax was smaller than Phoenix, which allowed her the advantage of being more speedy. "Faster Phoenix, faster!" Alyssa called out in High Valyrian. With a flap of his wings. The large red dragon speeds up to Syrax passing her within seconds. The dark castle that is DragonStone in full view. Syrax, doing her best to keep up pulls up next to Phoenix the two now next to each other. Both dragons are doing their best to out fly the other. Letting out a mighty roar and quickly flapping his wings. Phoenix, was able to out speed Syrax flying ahead of the she dragon. With a loud screech of her own and a command from her rider to go faster. Syrax, was able to get up to Phoenix's neck keeping pace. The castle of DragonStone was coming up quickly. The two dragons doing their best to out speed the other and land on the bridge. As the bridge was coming into view just a few wing beats away. Syrax, playfully bumped into Phoenix causing him to lose his concentration. Giving Rhaenyra, and the she dragon the opportunity to get the lead and land onto the bridge. With Alyssa and Phoenix, landing a moment later. "That was cheating!" Alyssa, called out her dragon letting out a puff of smoke as he too felt cheated.

"All's fair in love and war~" Rhaenyra, called back in a playful tone. Alyssa, couldn't help but let out a hmph feeling salty. The young Princess couldn't stay mad for long as a smile broke out and she let out a fit of giggles. Rhaenyra, unable to contain her own started laughing out loud. If anyone was watching they would see two dragons sitting on the bridge in DragonStone with their riders losing it. Probably would think they went mental.

"Rematch is in order, dear sister." As if feeling the need to redeem himself. Phoenix, leaped into the air letting out a loud shriek. Taking the lead on the flight back to Kings Landing. "Now whose the cheater?" Rhaenyra asked shaking her head and ordering Syrax to take flight. The two princesses and their dragons raced each other back to the dragon pit.

Both Alyssa and Rhaenyra, made it back to Kings Landing. Flying around just a little bit longer loving the feeling of freedom being in the sky brings. Rounding the large castle and landing just outside of the dragon pit. A couple of the dragon keepers quickly rushed out. Rhaenyra, slid off of Syrax who was then led back into the dragon pit by a couple of the dragon keepers. Alyssa, hoped off of Phoenix who was kind enough to lower himself low to the ground in consideration of his rider. "Next time we should invite Laenor and Seasmoke to join us." Alyssa, suggested to her older half sister. These two had a special bond. With everything that has been happening around Rhaenyra, through all the false accusations of birthing bastards. The false rumors being spread around the realm. Alicent, a childhood best friend who turned her back on Rhaenyra. Even her once sworn shield Cole doesn't miss out on talking shit about the Queen to be. Alyssa, has been one of the few who are on Rhaenyra's side. Seeing her as a wonderful older sister and going out of her way to be kind to her nephews. Despite all the filth her mother and older brothers try to cram into Alyssa's head.

The two princesses went their separate ways for the day. Alyssa, was walking through the halls of the Red Keep her own guards behind her. She saw Aegon, leaning against the wall looking like a drunkard. "Mother's been looking for you." He said letting out a laugh. Unclear if he found that amusing or it was the alcohol. Upon hearing this Alyssa, made her way to Alicent's chambers. The guards standing at the door opened it announcing her arrival to the Queen.

Standing up quickly "Where have you been!?" Alicent asked crossing her arms glaring down at her second youngest. "I went flying on Phoenix, your grace" Came the reply from Alyssa. She couldn't understand why her mother would be so upset. This is a normal occurrence coming from a family of dragon riders. "You were with Rhaenyra, again weren't you? How many times have I told you not to associate yourself with that whore!" Alyssa, could hear the venom dripping from her mother's words. The Queen should be lucky the guards had left the chambers so no one else heard this exchange.

"You shouldn't say things like that mother! Rhaenyra, is family. Why wouldn't I want to spend time with my older sister?" Alyssa replied to her mother with surprise at Alicent's anger seeming to come from nowhere. "Rhaenyra, will one day sit on the iron throne. You along with your other siblings are a threat to her. She'll have you killed! Especially if she doesn't want any of you to compete with her bastards." Alyssa, couldn't believe what she was hearing. Rhaenyra, loved her and she was pretty sure she loved her other siblings. Why would she want to kill them? And bastards? It was no surprise to anyone where those children really came from. Alyssa, knew the truth but refused to speak about it.

"I want you to stay away from Rhaenyra, she's a danger to you. She's a danger to us. If you truly love your family you'll do the right thing." Alicent said placing her hands onto Alyssa's shoulders. Her grip firm almost to the point of digging her nails in. "Very well mother." Is all the young Princess said. A horrible feeling forming in her gut. How would her father King Viserys, think about all this? Surely he wouldn't approve of his wife spreading all these rumors about his own daughter to her kids....

[rhaenysaemma22]

*Al ver a su hija liderar su consejo con destreza, hizo que Rhaenys se sintiera orgullosa de su heredera ya que a pesar de estar lastimada dejo que ella tomara el mando en el consejo mientras Aemma está a su lado mirando a su hijos qué están orgullosos de su hermana mayor por su destreza, confianza y fuerza para liderar el consejo de su madre.*

Rhaenyra: Necesitamos saber si Lord Borros Baratheon sigue jurando lealtad a mi madre. *Dice mirando la mesa pintada con los reinos alrededor de King's Landing.* Al igual que Lord Stark y los Arryn.

M. Gerardys: Prepararé a los cuervos majestad. *Hace una pequeña reverencia.*

Aemon ll: Necesitamos asegurar esos mensajes. *Al decir eso todos en el consejo lo observan.* Envíanos a ambos. *Dice mirando a su gemela a su lado.* Los dragones son más rápidos.

Visenya: Aemon no podemos saber con certeza si alguien de nuestros enemigos está allá, y conociéndote atacaras sin pensarlo. *Habla agarrando las figuras de madera de la mesa.* Ambos se separarán en diferentes direcciones. *Coloca un dragón en la mesa.* Jocelyn irá a bastión de tormentas para hablar con el primo de nuestra madre Lord Borros Baratheon mientras tú Aemon irás al norte para hablar con Lord Gregan Stark y más allá con los Arryn quienes son nuestros parientes por nuestra madre Aemma.

*Rhaenyra sonríe al ver que sus hermanos menores la estaban apoyando y aconsejando, mira a Helaena a un lado de ella.*

Helaena: Yo puedo llevar a Dreamfyre a vigilar la zona cerca de donde están los barcos de Lord Corlys. *Le sonríe de lado.*

Rhaenyra: Está bien, eso será de gran apoyo hermanita. *La abraza de lado.* De acuerdo, eso sería todo.

Helaena: Espera ahora que recuerdo, ¿Que haremos si Aemond se encuentra con uno de nuestros hermanos? Recuerda que tiene a Vaghar el dragón más grande después de Balerión. *Habla viendo a su hermanos mayores.*

Rhaenys: Helaena tiene razón. *Se acerca agarrándose el lado derecho del abdomen cojeando mientras Aemma la sostiene por la cintura.* Recuerda que Aemond tiene una sed de venganza por Jocelyn. *Mira a Rhaenyra quien asiente para luego voltear a ver a sus gemelos pero más a Jocelyn quien tiene miedo pero no lo demuestra frente a los demás.*

Jocelyn ll: Puedo ir, no pelearé y no daré guerra. *Dice levantando la barbilla con orgullo.* Le robaron el trono a nuestra madre, no dejaré que nos quiten el apoyo de las demás casas.

Rhaenys: Está bien, irás a ver a mi primo pero solo le llevarás el mensaje y depende de lo que el decida volverás a DragonStone. *La mirá con una sonrisa pero también con preocupación.*

Daemon: Yo puedo ir con los Arryn mientras Aemon va con Gregan Stark. *Dice al acercarse a los gemelos.*

Rhaenyra: Me parece una buena idea. *Mira a sus madres a su lado.* ¿Que dicen ustedes?

Aemma: Está bien, es una excelente idea. *Sonríe.*

Rhaenys: Solo deseo que estén sanos y salvo cuando regresen. *Hace una mueca por el dolor de la herida en su costado.*

*Daemon preocupado por su hermana se acerca rápidamente para sostenerla por la cintura.*

Rhaenyra: Ya está decidido, es todo señores. *Les dice a las personas del consejo quienes dan un reverencia antes de irse dejando a la familia en privado.*

Aemon: No haremos nada malo, solo llevaremos el mensaje y volveremos. *Sonríe al ver a sus madres junto con su tío y hermanas.*

Aemma: Está bien, prepárense para el viaje que harán, llevaremos a su madre a los aposentos para que descanse.

Daemon: Yo la llevaré, les avisaré a los cuidadores que preparen a los dragones. *Habla llevando a Rhaenys por la cintura a los aposentos mientras ella jadea de dolor.*

*Al ver qué su madre y su tío desaparecen por las puertas miran a su madre a su lado.*

Jocelyn ll: La herida de mamá era muy profunda. *Susurra jugando con una figura de dragón.* ¿Por qué se levantó? *Mira a su madre con lágrimas.*

Aemma: Por qué cuando le dije que ustedes estaban liderando el consejo, ella decidió levantarse, no por pensara que no estaban listos, nada de eso, al contrario quería asegurarse de que lo que decidieran ella les daría su aprobación. *Mientras hablaba se acercó a Jocelyn quien al tenerla cerca no pudo evitar abrazarla con lágrimas en los ojos.*

Rhaenyra: Entonces ella quería...

Helaena: Quería saber que tan buenos eramos en el consejo y en la guerra. *Habla interrumpiendo a su hermana mayor dándole una sonrisa de disculpa que su hermana le devolvió.* Madre sabe con certeza que Jocelyn no peleará.

Visenya: Pero si hay algo que sabemos, y es que si nos sucede algo a nosotros o a nuestra madre. *Mira a su madre Aemma con una sonrisa.* Saben que ella quemará todo lo que vea con tal de acabar con el dolor.

Aemon: Vis tiene razón cada uno de nosotros le recordamos a las personas más importantes de su vida. *Mira a todas una por una.* Rhaenyra es la viva imagen de nuestra madre Aemma, Visenya es a la vez ella misma y el tío Daemon, yo soy quien le recuerda al abuelo Aemon, Jocelyn le recuerda a la abuela Jocelyn Baratheon y Helaena le recuerda a la abuela Alyssane.

Rhaenyra: Cada uno le recuerda a las personas mas importantes de su vida. *Susurra pero aun así la escuchan.*

Aemma: Por eso ustedes son lo más importante que tiene. *Les sonríe apretandole la mano a Jocelyn.* Ahora vayan a prepararse.

*Todos asienten caminando hacia sus aposentos, mientras Aemma se detiene un momento para mirar la mesa pintada con el dragón de madera para después irse con su esposa.*

[prettymuchteddy]

An Analysis of Aegon Targaryen ll's relationship with family from my fic that no one asked for

(Obviously, this is my take on Aegon based on my own fic, also kind of spoilers if you haven't read)

For the first 13 years of his life, Aegon really couldn't care too much about Helaena, he just saw her as his weird little sister. There were moments of love such as when he handed her a beetle in Driftmark but those were few and far between.

"He passively stretched out his hand, demonstrating a black beetle. Helaena looked as if she wanted to jump in place. She excitedly took the creature from Aegon’s hand and caressed its shell. (1)"

However, something happened in Driftmark that changed him forever. Aemond lost his eye. And Aegon failed to save his brother because he was drunk.

Aegon seemingly understood and put down his goblet. “Very well, but I’ll be drinking some fine wine later tonight. (1)”

Up until that point, Aegon tolerated his siblings but now his own carelessness had resulted in Aemond being hurt. His protectiveness toward his siblings was triggered that night.

"Aegon’s face darkened. His shoulders tensed as he clenched his jaw. Aemond had rarely seen his brother so upset. “That’s not fair! Jace called Aemond a Green!” Aegon suddenly spoke out. (2)"

Now as a grown man, Aegon has stopped drinking. He is married to Helaena and they have twins. He loves his children but retains feelings of self-hatred that sometimes come out in his interactions with them.

"Jaehaerys who was born first had Helaena’s lilac eyes. Meanwhile, Jaehaera who was born next had his eyes. The color was just a shade darker, but he could tell from the moment he saw her. He didn’t know what to feel when he saw those eyes. Her smile was her mother’s, but he regretted that his blood gave her his eyes.(3)"

He loves Jaehaera but she unfortunately inherited his eyes and he hates that. He adores his daughter and despises that she took on his features. He doesn't see himself in the greatest light and her looking like him crushes him because he feels she shouldn't look like him. Jaehaera is sweet, innocent, and good which Aegon feels he is not.

His relationship with Helaena is also complex. Given that he was raised alongside her and surrounded by the traditional Targaryen beliefs, he was aware that siblings married but he didn't think they would. Aegon has always seen Helaena as his little sister in the non-Targaryen way. Even after they married (for reasons I can't spoil yet) Aegon still sees her as his sister, not a romantic partner. Due to his protectiveness following Driftmark, he will sometimes display what others think are romantic gestures.

"With his other hand, he cupped her cheek.(3)"

"Aegon took her hand and cradled it.(3)"

However, he simply does these things platonically. In the example of his holding her hand, he knows Helaena likes certain physical gestures. And with his touch of her cheek, it's his trying to snap her out of her dragon dreams because she goes into a dissociative state. While they clearly have evidence of their consummation, Aegon can't see her as his wife. The idea of her being his wife is simply a title to him. While he realistically does recognize that they are married, to him she's his sister first. An example of this is when they briefly talk about their wedding.

“That child may have grown but he still cares about his little sister.(3)”

He purposely calls her "his little sister" and not "his wife". It could be seen as a way of him putting a distance between them but that's not the case to Aegon. To him, loving Helaena as a sister is more meaningful than loving her as a wife and this goes into Aegon's own issues with the idea of romantic partners in general.

When he was thirteen years old Aegon and his family were forced to flee King's Landing, effectively becoming traitors. Since then, he has been running for six years of his life only surrounded by his two brothers, younger sister, and mother. Due to this, he’s never truly developed a bond with someone outside his family. If he ever possibly began to care for someone romantically it wouldn’t have lasted. Aegon knew that because of how often his family has to move around he didn't try to develop any other relationships. To him, love was never a realistic option. Helaena is the closest he’ll ever have to that type of bond but as previously mentioned he doesn't feel that way with her. Despite this, he takes his marriage with Helaena seriously.

“I promised you that when we took our vows.(3)”

In conclusion, Aegon is a complicated person and things will only get more complicated when the dance begins. No one asked for this but I love explaining characters.

Citations even though I wrote this 🕺

(1) A Targaryen Type of Madness Part 19

(2) A Targaryen Type of Madness Part 19 Continued

(3) The Madness of Dragons Chapter 2

[honey-minded-hivemind]

In the 👑Majesty💍 AUs, Their Majesty, Queen/King/Monarch Reader would be a pretty good ruler. They have the power, the treasure, and the entire tribe to back them. And what does Monarch Reader do with all of this newfound power?

They fix the kingdom.

They want to do good by their dragons, and they plan to do just that. As soon as they can, they are making royal decrees to address any issues the tribe might have. A part of their kingdom is experiencing a food shortage? They will instantly be sending royal hunting parties out to procure food and having planters/farmers growing any crops needed. Their tribe is on the brink of war with another kingdom? Reader is immediately sending a royal invitation to open negotiations and to get to the heart of the matter, using their charm and empathy to smooth over any issues and offering ideas of how to forge peace between the tribes. There were dragons thrown in the dungeon who didn't get a fair trial or none at all? Reader is heading straight to the dungeons to talk with anyone put there, and spends an entire week sorting through the prisoners and giving them a fair trial, often finding them innocent, and then compensating them for their troubles with treasure from the Reader's personal hoard. 👑Monarch Reader is just doing their best to fix whatever was wrong with their tribe and its dragons and homes, and they love the reader for it. A new ruler who isn't insane, useless, or evil? Count them in as loyal!

And Reader isn't doing things willy-nilly. They spend about the entire first month of their rule going over plans, budgets, treaties, and problems, staying up sometimes for days on end, just to get as much done as possible, barely eating or sleeping or taking a moment's rest...

The dragons under 👑Monarch Reader's rule are very loyal and devoted, if not from the beginning, certainly after the first month. And if anyone tries to dethrone their new little queen/king/monarch, there will be h*ll to pay.

[elderwisp]

YOU LIKE DRAGON AGE??? TASTE!!!! do u have any info about your protags up (and would u like to share some if not 👉👈) another wisp w fr

GOD YES! Such a beautiful game with characters that have rich storylines! I've replayed DA:I so much just because of the feeling it gave me exploring each region and unlocking everyone's backstory! I did some digging around in the old DA Tapestry as well as pulled up some screenshots! The only pictures I couldn't find were from DA2 so that's from the Wiki 💀

DA: Origins: For Origins, I played as an elf mage named Warden Neira. Her romance was Leliana after breaking things off with Alistair. Alistair became king. Uhm, sad news, bestie didn't make it. 😗😗😗 It's weird because this game was super enjoyable for me but I remember it the least. I think I was overloaded by each decision and quests that everything became a bit fuzzy! I'd love to replay it again, I like the idea of different intros based off class and race so it felt very immersive!

DA: 2 I played as a rouge for Marian Hawke and romanced Fenris. It was my first time playing a rouge in the DA series but after knowing how being a mage and romancing Fenris brings up different dialogue, I've always been curious! I did uh,m, k*ll Anders after the whole debacle. I just- After like processing everything I was like DUDE!! Isabela stayed with us while Bethany became a grey warden. I actually loved the romance in this game, especially the intensity of Fenris colliding with a sarcastic Hawke LIKE THAT WALL PIN WAS EVERYHTING-

DA: I Inquisitor Thalionelle specialized as a Knight-Enchanter. Ok so this was the first game I played, so a lot of the decisions I made, I look back and SCREAM! I took the route of Champions of the Just. In Here Lies the Abyss, Hawke was left in the fade... (I absolutely hated myself after play DA: 2 I WAS LIKE U BASTARD!!) In What Pride Had Wrought, Morrigan drank into the well. Cassandra became divine. The wardens rebuilt annnnnd I declared for the Inquisition but we disbanded after Trespasser. I was friends with every companion and completed each quest. (Iron Bull didn't try to kill me in Trespasser, thank glorb!) Hmm so romances, because it was my first time, I didn't progress them in a linear sense. So I romanced Blackwall first but then I broke things off and stayed friends. Then there was Solas and I was like pfft, what could come from this? He practically hates me- Anyways bro literally ripped my heart and ran off with my arm!

[bhaalsdeepbat]

url music game

Tagged by @cleric4vampire !! this one was a LOT of fun omg tysm for tagging me. My music taste is very eclectic XD

[B]abooshka - Kate Bush

[H]ow do you Like it - Jynjo

[A]ll That I've Got - The Used

[A]ddicted to Love - Florence + the Machine

[L]ose Your Soul - Dead Man's Bones

[S]he Calls Me Daddy - KiNG MALA

[D]uality - Slipknot

[E]AT SPIT! - Slush Puppy

[E]verytime We Touch - Cascada

[P]et - A Perfect Circle

[B]oots - Kesha

[A]lien Superstar - Beyonce

[T]essellate - alt j

tagging @justabiteofspite, @tadpole-apocalypse, and @dragon--sage

[saintsir4n]

“ The Lord of the Tides, Rhaegon Targaryen, remained at High Tide until the last of his days, ensuring the children he sired with Lady Daena Velaryon were well groomed for their duties and loved. He was a great father and greater leader, far greater than many expected. He never mounted a Dragon, never claimed one even when he ascended the Driftwood throne, in honour of his uncle’s King Aegon lII and Viserys ll, who feared the very beasts that took their mother. As Rhaegon grew old, he and his twin brother Baelon and younger sister Laena always remembered what was sacrificed for them, that their mother, the Lady Daenys’ death was not in vain. ”

— from the chronicles of Fire and Blood, on the reign of Aegon the Unhappy, written by Archmaester Gyldayn.

[rhaeblack66]

my favorite targaryen women

rhaena l

lesbian icon. rode dreamfyre. all around badass. she should’ve inherited the iron throne after maegor’s death and jaeherys usurped her (would she have been a better ruler? probably not. but like the throne should’ve gone to her ya know?). knew how to survive.

aerea

she’s such a little badass. rode balerion!! she was maegor’s heir and jaeherys’ before he had kids. what happened to her was fucked up but also like creepily fascinating.

alyssa

literally love her she’s my icon. rode meleys and refused to abide by women’s stereotypes. she trained with her sword and kept up the whole keep on her wedding night.

laena

the way laena had no role in hotd makes me so mad. like she claimed vhagar and was one of rhaenyra’s best friends and they reduced her to a plot device for daemon? my girl deserves better.

rhaenyra

fucking love her. did she do some fucked up things? yeah. but like her descent into madness and rage from grief is so interesting. how she’s passed over again and again with no support and then blamed for all of it.

baella

A FUCKING BADASS LEGEND. we better see how amazing baella is in the show because i love her. she took down sunfyre and injured aegon with moonfyre. climbed out of the red keep so she wouldn’t be forced into a betrothal she didn’t want. my girl is daemon and laena through and through.

rhaena ll

the last dragon rider! i love morning. her character art is beautiful. her and baella were both popular in kings landing.

daena

known as daena the defiant. her brother baelor placed her and her two sisters in the maiden vault to “protect their virtue” and daena was not into that bullshit. she escaped three times and then gave birth to a bastard by her cousin aegon lV, daemon blackfyre, whose birth caused baelor to fast until he died.

elaena

the youngest sister of daena, her greatest beauty was known to be her hair. when baelor confines her to the maiden vault, she cut off her braid in hopes that she would be allowed out without her defining feature. it didn’t work, but after baelor’s death she married three times and had an affair with her cousin, alan velaryon. her second husband sat daeron ll’s small council, but she was the one entrusted with the work. she gained influence in court. manipulating the system, you go girl.

daenerys

enough said

[ms-moonlight-inn]

🥨Tag Game Wednesday🥨

Tranqed & tagged by the National Wildlife Association & @juliakayyy, @skylerwinchester, & @jrooc on this fine Wednesday.

name: super productive cutie patootie who's doing laundry on a school night 🤯

age: twice the hypotonus of purple divided by pi

star sign: taurus ♉ (born in the year of the dragon🐉; it's my year, y'all!)

your first language: English/Spanish

second language: Spanish/English (ok, that was snarky of me, I'm bilingual from the cradle)

favourite lip product: I used to use Maybelline Baby Lips tinted lip balm, but have recently stopped using it due to their continued use of palm oil. CoverGirl's tinted lip balm runs a close second. They've updated their policies on palm oil (though it's not perfect). I'm on the lookout for that "perfect" shade with the "perfect" ethical model.

the best food dish you can make without a recipe: Enchiladas & spanish rice. (The basic bitch, low rent version.)

If you drink tea, what kind? I like anything from Stash, especially the sweet n' spicy blend.

If you drink coffee, what roast do you usually get? I love a deep, dark roast. Something full-bodied & complex.

favourite thing to watch on youtube right now: Ugh... here's where I expose myself for the giant nerd that I am. I watch a lot of "facts" and "tutorials." So: plant videos, crochet tutorials, knitting tutorials, yoga videos, guided mantras, macrame/knot tying. Fuck, how embarasing.

favourite thing to watch on youtube in 2012: Oh, back then, it was probably music videos & dumb people narrowly avoiding death & people in other countries doing normal shit.

favourite item of clothing right now: This hoodie from LL Bean. I genuinely get upset when it gets too hot to wear it. It's on sale rn & I'm thinking of getting one in a different color. 🤦🏻‍♀️ Someone stop me!

favourite item of clothing in 2012: More than likely, it was my UC Irvine hoodie.

fandom

three movies you recommend: Green Street Hooligans, Rise of the Guardians, King of Staten Island

your favourite concert: The last one I went to was Foo Fighters, so that one?

have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion? No.

have you ever left a fandom because of the fans? No.

the best tv show you watched last year: Interview with the Vampire was good. Heartstopper was, too. Nothing has gutted me like Shameless.

do you have a fancasting you just can’t let go of? No.

a ship you’ve abandoned: Fangirls don't die, they evolve. No 'ship left behind.

on a scale of 1-10 how willing are you to share your ao3 history? Um, with who, prey tell? (pun intended)

do you have a fandom tattoo? (do you want one?) Not YET. Wifey won't let me get knuckle tats, so I have to get creartive.

what fandom do you wish was bigger? None, they are the exact size they need to be.

has a finale ever ruined a show for you? Swear to god, if we don't get one more season if OFMD. Also, we need a Shameless reunion and/or spinoff. That's all I'ma say about this topic.

have you…

swam in an ocean? Two of 'em.

ever been vegan/vegetarian? No, but I do enjoy going to vegan restaurants with my sister who is lacto-ovo.

gone skinny dipping? Yes, kinda.

gone skiing? No. I have always had shitty knees.

been to a convention? Yes, for work and fun. When I was in the industry, I used to go to health food conventions often. And I've been to NY Comicon twice. I almost went to a tattoo convention this year, but I got lazy. :-)

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Check this shit out, I'm on time with this one! 🦚 I'm tagging @notherenewjersey, @mybrainismelted, @lingy910y, @francesrose3, @sleepyfacetoughguy with no pressure to play, as always. And anyone who wants to play!