#maegor x tyanna

[witchthewriter]

𝐓𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝟹𝑟𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑀𝑎𝑒𝑔𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠

INTJ

Slytherin (the most Slytherin Slytherin to ever exist)

Chaotic Evil

Scorpio Sun, Scorpio Moon, Capricorn Rising

Trigger Warning: mentions of torture, death, death of babies and miscarriages.

Tyanna was the daughter of a magister of Pentos. She began as a tavern dancer and rose to become a courtesan, although some claimed she was also a poisoner and a sorceress.

When Prince Maegor Targaryen returned from his exile to claim the Iron Throne, the Faith Militant was in near full control. They challenged his rule with a trial of seven, in which Maegor won but was left grievously wounded.

Maegor's second wife, Alys Harroway, returned twenty-eight days later. In her company was Tyanna, rumoured to be both Maegor's and Alys' paramour. After meeting Tyanna, Visenya gave her full care of Maegor; which troubled his supporters.

Awakening from his coma, Maegor burned the Warrior's Sons at the Sept of Remembrance atop the Hill of Rhaenys and waged war on the Faith Militant.

It was after his victory at the Great Fork of the Blackwater that Maegor returned to King's Landing and announced his intention to take Tyanna as wife. When Grand Maester Myros objected, claiming that the only true wife of Maegor's was Ceryse Hightower, Maegor killed him.

Maegor married Tyanna atop the Hill of Rhaenys, and it is said that Alys joined them on their first night of marriage.

Tyanna was mistress of whisperers on her husband's small council and was titled, 'The King's Raven.' It was said that discussing secrets in the Red Keep was foolish, as even rats and other creatures were her spies.

In 44 AC, two years after Maegor returned from exile, Dowager Queen Visenya died. In the confusion after her death, Aenys I's widow, Queen Alyssa Velaryon, fled from Dragonstone with her children and the Targaryen sword, Dark Sister.

Alyssa and Aenys's second son, Prince Viserys had been under Maegor's thumb at the Red Keep. He served as his squire, however, he was punished for his family's escape. Tyanna questioned him. For nine days straight. He died on the last day and his body was left in the town's square.

That same year, Queen Alys gave birth but it was "to a monstrosity." Queen Tyanna convinced Maegor that it was because Alys had been having secret affairs. Maegor did not believe it and called Tyanna a barren, jealous witch.

So, Tyanna gave Maegor a list of twenty men she claimed slept with Alys. This led to the extinction of House Harroway, as well as the torture and execution of dozens of alleged lovers. Tyanna tortured Alys herself. It went on for nearly a fortnight until the queen died.

Tyanna could not give Maegor an heir.

So the King wed three 'Black Brides'; Elinor Costayne, Jeyne Westerling and his niece, Rhaena, three years later.

Tyanna had to force Rhaena to be obedient by threatening her daughters, Aerea and Rhaella. Some stories claim that Tyanna gave Jeyne a fertility potion the night of the wedding but the new bride tossed it into Tyanna's face.

A year later, Queen Jeyne birthed a stillborn 'monstrosity,' and rumours spread that Maegor was cursed.

In his anger, Maegor bid two of his Kingsguard; Ser Owen Bush and Ser Maladon Moore, to bring Tyanna to the dungeons. As the torturers prepared their tools, she confessed.

Tyanna had been responsible for both Alys and Jeyne's 'abominations', claiming she had poisoned the babies in their mother's wombs. She then promised that the same fate would befall the pregnant Elinor.

Tyanna was killed by Maegor himself. He cut out her heart with Blackfure and threw it to his dogs. Two moons later, Elinor did in fact birth a stillborn 'monstrosity.'

That same year, Maegor died on the Iron Throne. His headsman, gaolers and confessors were all condemned by King Jaehaerys I Targaryen for having aided Tyanna in the death of his elder brother, Prince Viserys.

According to some rumours, Tyanna was not loved by her mother-in-law, Queen Visenya Targaryen, or by anyone else for that matter. She is remembered as a black-hearted woman who was hated and feared.

[mvthr]

• maegor i targaryen & tyanna of pentos

❝tyanna married maegor atop the hill of rhaenys, and alys is said to have joined the pair in bed on their first night of marriage...❞

[afro-hispwriter]

Forgot to mention both would be smut

[valaenatargaryensdragon]

Could you please write Maegor getting upset when his wife, who was forced to marry him, refuses to hand over their new son, after his birth.

A/N: I hope you like this!

pairing: Dark!Maegor Targaryen x Reader

summary: Maegor getting upset when his wife, who was forced to marry him, refuses to hand over their new son, after his birth.

Word count: 1,1K

Warnings: Angst, forced marriage, childbirth

Masterlist 1

Masterlist 2

"You're not the first or last woman he will marry" Tyanna of the tower hissed in your ear the night of your wedding. You were only ten and five namedays old when your father married you to Maegor in hopes of an alliance and to get on the good graces of the cruel king.

"Why is he doing this?" You had sobbed as she herself braided your hair for the bedding. Your mother had explained what it entailed but Tyanna had made Maegor sound like a monster in the bed, that you will probably perish in between his arms as he fucked you.

"He needs a son, an heir" Tyanna answered. She secured the last braid and moved away from you. The sorceress provided a vail from her waist band and held it out to you. "For fertility" She had promised so you would not have to bed Maegor for long. You gulped it down without a second thought wanting to get rid of him.

That night Maegor and you performed your duties, he was gentler than Tyanna explained but with no mercy unlike what your mother had explained. You were in pain after and could barely move but the more he came to you the easier it became.

When you fell pregnant Maegor rejoiced and threw feasts and tourneys claiming his heir was coming. Tyanna's true face came out then, she had doubled her visits unlike Maegor's other wives, Ceryse and Alys of Harroway. The two women sympathised with you because with your pregnancy came Maegor's attention as well.

It was Alys who had stopped you from drinking a tea Tyanna brought you, it was a tea to help you with the birth, to make it easier and faster but Alys was suspicious already and called in a maester and alerted Maegor of the incident. Alys was right, the tea was meant to turn your child into a monster, sorcery, Maegor killed Tyanna in front of your eyes. Terrible mistake of his now you feared him more than ever, he was ready to kill anyone and everyone.

He had presented her heart to you muttering that it was for the sake of your son. The sight of her heart in his hands sent you into labour, you were terrified. Alys had stayed with you during the labour, trying to calm you down, trying to remind you that you were bringing a new life into the world.

Ceryse however stayed outside of the chamber with Maegor, she saw herself above being by your side during your labour, she was of higher statues, she was the niece of the high septon after all. Other than that she was of much older age than you two combined probably, she you had never truly asked for her age.

"Good job, your grace" The maester praised from between your legs. You panted leaning back against the pillows. Alys dabbed a soaking rag against your overheated skin.

"Again, your grace, you're almost done" The maester encouraged. You took a deep breath and pushed when the next contraction began. A scream came out involuntarily, it was just very painful. The pressure slipped out of you after almost seven hours of labour.

"A son!" The maester rejoiced pulling the bloodied child out. He squealed out, crying for warmth. The maester placed the crying child over your stomach so he can cut the cord connecting you to your child and deliver the after birth.

Maegor was unable to wait anymore but what broke him was the sound of a child crying from inside. Ceryse's face dropped at the sound, she had failed her duty, another woman had presented him with a son, a living heir. Maegor brushed passed her to walk into the room.

Midwives were running around the room with bloody rags and pots filled with bloodied water. You were laying on the bed with a pile of pillows keeping you upright, your hair was wet from sweat and face red, your breathing was ragged but your eyes were focused on the baby crying in your arms. Even Alys was crying beside you, relieved that maybe the birth of this baby would lessen the weight on her shoulders.

"Oh my baby" You whispered, unaware that Maegor had stepped into the room. The white haired baby tried looking up at you but was unable to raise his head. You moved him to lay in your arms at an angel that let you look at each other.

"Shhh baby, mommy's here" You swayed him slightly in your arms. He calmed down, opening his eyes finally to show the most beautiful shade of purple eyes ever.

"A son your grace, congratulations" The maester was the first to notice Maegor. He stood up straight with the after birth still in his hands. Your gaze moved to look at him stood by the door, eyes stuck on the child in your arms. You pulled your son closer to your chest.

"My son" It was like he was in a trance. He stepped closer the bed slowly. Alys moved off the bed and to the side to help some of the maids choose a dress to put you in after they bathe you.

"Give me my son" Maegor opened his arms, a grin decorated his face. You feared him now more than when he would glare at you.

"No" You squeaked, shaking your head from side to side. The room fell deathly quiet at your words. Alys closed her eyes fearing for your safety.

"Give me my son" Maegor ordered, eyes glaring down at you, his smile slipping slowly off his face. Alys scrambled to the other side of the bed and took a seat beside you. She reached to touch your arm but you flinched away from her touch.

"No, don't take him away from me" You cried, holding him tighter, closer to you. The maester could notice the anger in Maegor's eyes growing closer and closer to craziness at being refused to hold his first child.

"Your grace, if I may" The maester handed the after birth to one of the midwives and moved to stand by Maegor's other side. Maegor side eyed him giving him permission to speak before turning to glare at you, you glared right back with tearful eyes.

"Some mothers grow overprotective of their children when their first born, maybe we should give the queen some time to adjust to the child, it is like an instinct, not her fault or choice your grace" The maester spoke lowly. If you could you would growl at him like some animal. To Maegor you looked like a dragon protecting her eggs.

"Get her snapped out of it fast, I want my son" Maegor hissed. He pushed the old maester to the side and stormed out of the room to begin preparations of the celebrations in his heir's honour.

[athzhowakar]

Queen of Hidden Evils (Chapter I)

✒️ Maegor × Toxic OC wife

✒️ Summary: Maegor needs to find a new wife since his existing wives have failed to provide him an heir. He sends a proposal to a lesser lordly house of the Crownlands, asking the hand of the Lord's widowed sister. Maegor has heard very little about that woman but what really matters for him is the fact that, she has a ten year old daughter and hence, her fertility is proven.

✒️ Trigger warning: Mature content

✒️ Next part: Chapter II

The Red Keep :

“And whom do you suggest this time, Grand Maester?” King Maegor said reluctantly. He was getting quite tired of marrying again and again but he made sure no one knew that.

“Your Grace, if it pleases you, I would suggest Lady Lucinda Rosby,” Grand Maester Benifer replied.

Stroking his beard, Maegor said, “Lucinda Rosby? I have never heard much about her.”

“She is a woman of proven fertility, Your Grace,” Grand Maester Benifer said. “She has a ten years old daughter.”

“She is a widow, I suppose. Her husband was the elder brother of the current Lord Stokeworth, who died in a hunting accident,” Maegor said, trying to recall the events.

“Ser Bennard Stokeworth was a brave man, Your Grace. He was fond of riding horses and hunting. Unfortunately, that took his life just two years after his marriage. He left behind a three month old daughter and a grieving young wife. Her Ladyship was only eight and ten when she was widowed. She has been a widow ever since,” Grand Maester said.

Maegor looked at him and remarked, “A quite devoted woman or perhaps quite picky.”

“What are the orders for me, Your Grace? Shall I send a raven to Lord Rosby or perhaps a messenger?” Grand Maester asked.

“Send a messenger, Grand Maester. Ravens are comparatively less impressive. Who knows? That picky lady of the Rosbys might find that raven ugly and drive it away without reading the message,” Maegor said with a tone which certainly did not reveal whether he was being sarcastic or serious.

The Grand Maester paid his respects and left the king's chamber.

Maegor stood up a while later and arrived at Queen Rhaena's chamber.

“Beloved Niece!” Maegor exclaimed.

“Not at all beloved Uncle!” Rhaena responded back with an equally enthusiastic tone to mock him.

Maegor grabbed her waist as she tried to wriggle away. He whispered into her ears, “Don't you think that you are being too insolent, my dear wife?”

Rhaena mocked him by saying, “How do you expect me to talk to a kinslayer and usurper?”

“We could have been the most powerful king and queen the seven kingdoms have ever seen. You could have been a good wife to me and given me a son or a daughter or both. And yet, you choose to provoke me, mock me and dig your own grave,” Maegor said tightening his grip on her waist.

Rhaena replied, “I do not want any of that.”

“What do you want then?” Maegor almost screamed.

Rhaena said, “Nothing from you.”

Maegor let go of her. Rhaena took a deep breath and saw her uncle approaching her. She was scared as her uncle was unpredictable and crueler than anyone she had known.

“Do you think that you would have a better life without me?” Maegor asked. “You resent me for sending away your whores whom you call companions. But do you think that oaf of your brother would have allowed that? That fool tried to fight against me atop a dragon which wasn't even half the size of my dragon. You think that he could have kept you happier? You wish for me to die, don't you? You do not wish to give me a child. Isn't that why you have been secretly taking moon tea and poisoning your womb? I know everything. But I stayed silent because I love you and because you are my blood.”

“That is all a lie. You do not love me. You do not love anyone but yourself,” Rhaena said, spitefully.

Maegor replied angrily, “Foolish woman! Do you know what will happen to you if I die today? I made you the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms but if I die today, you will no longer be the queen. You will not be the Dowager Queen either, for you have given me no child which I can call mine. If I die, your brother Jaehaerys will be the king and perhaps your sister Alysanne will be the queen or whichever daughter of lickspittle your mother chooses. You will have nothing. No one will care for your opinions anymore and no one will respect you the way they do now. My own mother forged the Seven Kingdoms along with my father, with fire and blood. And yet, when your father was the king, she had no choice but to see her kingdom almost perish into nothing. What have you done compared to her? Your fate will be much worse.”

“Is that why you came here? To remind me of how great you are and how lucky I am to be alive and have you as my husband?” Rhaena asked him with tears in her eyes.

“Oh no, certainly not,” Maegor said. “I came here to tell you that I have decided to take another wife. I have already sent the proposal.”

“And who is that unlucky woman?” Rhaena asked.

“Lady Lucinda of House Rosby,” Maegor replied.

Rhaena burst into laughter on hearing the name.

Confused, Maegor asked her, “What happened? What is the matter?”

“If you hadn't killed that Pentosi witch, she would have certainly told you how her husband died. You do not know that, do you?” Rhaena said, laughing.

Maegor said, “He died in a hunting accident.”

Rhaena laughed again and said, “Things people say to keep their honour. One of my previous companions was Samantha Stokeworth, the younger sister of her husband, Ser Bennard Stokeworth. She told me something that you do not know.”

“And what is that?” Maegor asked.

“Apparently, her husband had a lowborn paramour. Lady Lucinda had that wench killed, and her head and entrails served to her husband when he was about to break fast on the morrow, while on his hunting trip. Ser Bennard was horrified when he saw his paramour's severed head wrapped in her entrails, and died of shock in his tent,” Rhaena said with an evil smile on her face. “I wish you luck, Uncle. I am sure she is the perfect wife for you.”

Rosby Castle :

Lady Prunella Stokeworth, a maid of ten, was the only Stokeworth living in the Rosby Castle. Lady Rosby used to think that it might be more proper if she lived in the Stokeworth Castle with her people but as the girl grew older, that thought vanished. The girl though comely, did not even possess a quarter of the beauty that her mother and Lady Rosby's goodsister, Lucinda Rosby did. However, Prunella seemed lovely enough to Lady Rosby. As a matter of fact, she had even convinced Lady Lucinda to get Prunella betrothed to her son.

It was another evening when Lady Rosby was having a chat with Prunella in her chamber.

“Aunt, is it true that the king wishes to marry my mother?” Prunella asked Lady Rosby.

Lady Rosby said, “It is true, little one. A messenger arrived this morning with a letter from His Grace. If we agree, he intends to wed her two moons later.”

“Will Uncle agree to this?” Prunella asked.

“Oh my sweet summer child, it is not really a proposal. It is an order and your uncle cannot defy it. However, we have to convince your mother as well,” Lady Rosby replied.

Just then, Lady Lucinda entered the chamber. She had just returned from the Castle Sept.

“May I join?” Lucinda asked.

“Sure. Let me pour you a cup of wine,” Lady Rosby said.

Prunella asked her mother, “Mother, have you heard about the proposal that came from the king?”

“I have,” Lucinda replied without a visible expression on her face.

“Are you going to reject the proposal?” Prunella asked.

Lucinda chuckled and said, “Foolish girl! Why would I refuse to become the queen?”

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To be continued

[cl0ud-ninex]

I was just thinking it would be so ironic if out of Maegor's first three wives, Ceryse (the wife he humiliated and abandoned because she was infertile) was the only one who actually gave a damn about him.

Even though i love Maegor, Alys, and Tyanna together, I feel like this idea could work depending on the circumstances. Like, yeah he chose Alys and Tyanna and discarded Ceryse, but they both were just using him and only cared about the power he came with. Meanwhile, Ceryse actually cared about him as a person.

Idk I swing either way when it comes to this.

[librosamarillos]

Alys shopping in Pentos (or Alys and Tyanna) or Maegor in his emo era.

fellas is it gay to have matching outfits with your gf in pentos?

[aphroditelovesu]

Yan!Husband Maegor the Cruel/Six Wives Headcanons (Poly!Romantic)

❝ — 🐉 lady l: This is more based on his wives than on Maegor himself, but I wanted to test something. This is dedicated to dear @gulnarsultan, hope you like it! If you just want one of Maegor, feel free to ask!! ❤️❤️

❝tw: polygamous marriage, murder, jealousy, possessive and obsessive behavior, mention of stillbirths and death on childbirth.

❝🐉pairing: yandere!maegor the cruel x female!reader, yan!six wives x female!reader.

You must have been a very cursed woman when you were chosen to marry Maegor I Targaryen. Not only because he already had wives, but because of his well-known reputation and cruelty.

You begged your parents not to let you marry him, but it wasn't a choice to make. It was an order. Your parents couldn't deny it or they would be killed. Your family was well known in Westeros and had a good reputation for being fertile, maybe that's why he chose you. You cried a lot that day, but you had no choice but to leave for King's Landing.

Once you arrived, you were immediately greeted by one of Maegor's wives, Tyanna of the Tower. You were hesitant with her, knowing the reputation she maintained, but to your surprise, Tyanna had been nothing but kind and courteous to you, explaining everything she could about the court and Maegor. That being said, you quickly warmed to her, hopeful that you had a friend through it all.

The other wives were also nothing but cordial with you, some a little hesitant and others more open, but all kind and polite. You felt calmer about it.

Maegor has an explosive temper and everyone is directed towards his anger, not even you are safe, although you are the only one who can truly calm him down. Whenever he is having a temper tantrum or cruelty, you are called to defuse the situation.

His behavior is violent and difficult, his cruel acts became more common after he became obsessed with you. You must do what he wants, after all, you don't want your family to suffer the consequences, do you?

Ceryse Hightower was as sweet and kind as she could be. She was the warmest to you, hugging you and wishing you happiness and many children. She expected you to give her husband heirs.

She was kind, so sweet to you that she quickly became your friend, your ally. You adored her, and even though she was your husband's first wife, you had no problems with her or she with you. Ceryse has truly come to adore you like a sister.

Alys Harroway was the second wife and one of your closest friends, whom you mourned the loss of your friend deeply. She became pregnant with Maegor and quickly became happy and told you, leaving you excited and Tyanna jealous.

Alys was your closest friend, protective and calm. Her obsession with you was hidden but it was there, and she fiercely protected you from anyone. She wanted to be your only confidence and only friend and that was her undoing, after the disastrous birth.

Tyanna of the Tower was Maegor's most feared wife, and your friend. She was kind and courteous to you, staying by your side and whispering sweet and poisonous words in her ear. She wanted you for herself, not for Maegor or anyone else, she wanted you.

She was largely responsible for Alys' downfall, and Tyanna, even though she liked you, would still be willing to deal with you if you got in her way. She loved sharing you with Maegor, when the three of you slept together and she caressed your belly, sincerely hoping for a child that would be not just yours, but hers as well.

You loved them, all of them, but you couldn't help but feel awkward, especially with Tyanna. However, after Alys' death and the confession that Tyanna was to blame for the abominations being born, she was killed by Maegor and he soon took three wives at once. The Black Brides.

Elinor Costayne was the youngest and the most delicate, gentle and sweet. She quickly warmed up to you and soon stuck to you like gum, much to her surprise. Maegor didn't seem bothered by this, however.

Even after her fertility was proven and she managed to get pregnant with Maegor, the child was stillborn and with wings. She survived the birth, however, and clung to you as a source of protection and affirmation against her husband.

Rhaena Targaryen was one of Maegor's most fearless wives, perhaps because she was from the House of Dragon. She never wanted to marry him, but she was forced to and found comfort with you, in her friendship with you, and came to love you like a sister, in the Targaryen way.

She viewed Maegor with bad eyes and as a threat not only to her but to you. Rhaena couldn't let anything hurt you, not when she was already so attached to you. Her obsession grew and she felt jealous of Maegor when he was with you. It was just a matter of time.

Jeyne Westerling was shy and beautiful, with dreams that didn't include marrying Maegor, but one good thing came out of that marriage, and that was you. You were her only friend in the midst of all this and she considered you above everything and everyone.

You could still feel the fear in Jeyne's voice when she found out she was pregnant, the terror she was feeling. She cried in your arms when she found out, fearing she wouldn't be able to carry a healthy child. You tried to comfort her, but it was in vain, not when she gave birth to yet another abomination and died after giving birth.

You mourned the loss of your friend and Maegor the loss of what could have been a son. Now it was up to you, his beloved wife, to give him what he wanted so much. You were afraid of him, but Maegor loved you in his own way.

Possessive and incredibly cruel, he has no qualms about killing anyone who looks at you the wrong way. You are his, his wife, his Queen. Not from others.

Your life with him would be difficult and although you found comfort in your friendships with the other wives, you still felt lonely, far from your family, and forbidden to leave the Red Keep.

Maegor's possessiveness worsened when he discovered your pregnancy and this time he would be sure he would have the heir he so desired. It doesn't matter what means he has to take for this. You will give birth to a healthy and strong child.

Your fate was sealed the moment he chose you to be his wife.

[ladyempty]

"Do you think you can just deny me? No, the answer is no"

° | This is a yandere work and may contain triggering behavior. I'm not in favor of that in real life.| ° | pairing: Yan!Maegor Targaryen, o cruel x Wife! Reader ° | !English is not my first language!|

You were certainly a cursed woman for arousing the almost immediate interest of the cruel king after his bloodthirsty ascension to the throne.

Maegor already had three wives at that time, two wives he liked and one he despised with increasing hatred.

But you were different, it was an overwhelming feeling that caught you off guard in the first contacts.

There was something fascinating to the king in his every little gesture and movement. Her so easily adorable personality and impeccable looks.

So this was love? This flame that burns without being seen? That feeling he despised when bards sang softly on banquettes and celebrations, and now it had taken over his body.

Already convinced of the strength of his feelings, the king did not delay in a proper court, he thought he had already made his obvious interest clear. The king's way of showing interest was something... Peculiar... Certainly constantly chasing you, ordering guards to follow you and always so fixedly analyzing your slightest movement, it wasn't the most gallant way.

In any case, the engagement was not long in consideration, with Maegor coldly threatening you father:

"I will have your hand beheaded or I will have your daughter's hand in marriage" His tone was as cold as the blade of his sword held firmly at his hip.

The wedding was only in Valerian traditions, the king's warm crimson blood mingling with his own and the taste of copper on his lips.

Maegor would never stoop to marrying in the faith of the seven. An action that only caused more chaos and anger from the religious.

The wedding night was certainly not a fairy tale. The king was focused on creating an heir and finally freely exploring his body. His touches were rough, strong and not at all gentle.

You better not consider moontea...

As a husband, Maegor is not the kindest. His displays of affection are not delicate and he does not demonstrate his love through words at all.

But compared to his treatment of other people, he is much softer on you.

He will still punish you if you disobey his numerous and strict rules.

Jealous and possessive are an understatement to describe feelings and behavior. You are His in every aspect of the word. Your body and soul belong to him and him alone. And not even his other wives have the right to take their You attention away from him. Your world should revolve around him the same way his world revolves around you.

Maegor is simply crazy about you, he loves you in a way he's never loved anyone else, even if it was in a distorted way, he doesn't want anyone to get close to you, touch you or even breathe and look in your direction. Anyone who approaches you will regret it bitterly when the blade of your sword pierces the person's neck without mercy.

He admired strength... But you couldn't get hurt, he liked your bravery, but there is no way he will allow you to get hurt. Never.

Maegor will not change your reason if you don't trust him. He will even think you are smart. For a while. After your patience runs out, he will simply demand your complete trust in him.

"I am your lord husband, who is more deserving of your trust than me?"

And things only got worse after Alys's deformed stillbirth...

Tyanna's whispers in her ear about infidelity and the child being nothing more than a bastard only served to increase her paranoia. The mere thought of you cheating on him was enough to make him simply lose his mind.

He imprisoned you in your private chambers, no one was allowed to enter unless authorized by the king. Guards guarded the door to his quarters.

Then, in an act of desperation, Maegor took three wives at once. But all three had deformed stillbirths just like Alys… Tyanna had lied and the king simply didn't know what else to do. He was desperate for the first time in his life.

But like a ray of light... Were you pregnant? For the first time in almost decades... Maegor smiled widely.

[cherryclitgirl]

The Gods

Maegor x reader

*No use of y/n

Warnings: Child loss, Targaryen incest, mature content, young pregnancy.

Note: This has been sitting in my drafts since the b&c episode, sorry for some mistakes I made:)

Anyone who had a mouth would always say the gods did not favor the king. Although the four pregnancies his niece wife had been blessed with said other wise. It raised a large concern among the Maesters since the girl had been young when she bore Maegor’s first child, and within months, she was pregnant once more with his second. This happened two more times, ultimately she bore three boys and one girl, yet, the king was but satisfied. Despite obviously favoring their oldest son Aegon, Maegor wanted more children. Wanting for his legacy to carry on, he pressed his wife for one more child.

His wife refused having just given birth to their daughter, Rhaella . She had been warned by the midwife and the grand maester that she would not be able to birth another child. King Maegor however, did not take this lightly. He reminded her once more about her position. She was there to provide him with children.

Being the youngest of his wife’s, the princess was often sheltered by Ceryse Hightower. The oldest of the queens. Having seen Alys tortured and killed by Tyanna , Ceryse was more protective of the young girl. Suggesting the young girl to spend her each of the four pregnancies at Dragonstone with the queen mother Visenya. The princess agreed after all, her mother Dowager queen Alyssa and two youngest siblings were wards of queen Visenya.

Upon her return to the almost finished Redkeep, the princess was greeted by Ceryse. Aegon the oldest came running to his mother, his brother Baelon by his side. They adored their mother, more than anything, always following her around.Their youngest son Rheanor who was still a babe was brought in by his wet nurse. “They’ve missed you” Ceryse smiled to the princess, helping her take a seat on the sofa. Ceryse cradled Rhaella in her arms, a beautiful baby girl with light purple eyes and small silver curls “She’s beautiful “ Ceryse whispered more to herself than the princess. “My only girl” the young girl smiled at the tiny girl “she’s so quiet”. As Ceryse held Rhaella, the princess paid her attention to her three boys. Aegon she had when she just five and ten, Baelon came next in that very same year. Maegor believed he had defied the gods who failed to grant him a child. When she was six and ten she gave birth to Rhaenor, following his previous act, Maegor got his wife pregnant again.

“I’m afraid” The princess voice took Ceryse out of her thoughts. Ceryse looked up bewildered not entirely sure what the princess meant. She stayed silent for a moment, then spoke “Don’t be” Ceryse reassured her “Tyanna would be foolish to harm your children “. The princess shook her head “not Tyannna” she paused looking away from Aegon for a second “The gods” she said softly, placing a soft kiss on Aegon’s head.

Ceryse did not know what to say, she simply looked back at Rhaella “Tonight I’ll tell the guards to stand by your door” she told the young girl.

That night, the wind blew hard, the whistling of the air was heard like hushing voices. The rest of the royal apartments had yet to be finished and with Rhaella still being a new born babe, the princess moved her bed to a single room. Where she could be closer to her precious children.

After her sons were fast asleep, the princess turned her attention to her daughter, but as she was about to pick her up from the cradle ; two figures emerged from the shadows. The princess let out a small gasp, but before she could do anything a man grabbed her and pointed a sharp dagger to her throat. His voice raspy and deep “Stay still” he commanded, his spit getting on her frighten face.

The other figure stepped out, he wore the robes of the Faith of the seven and held a small sack in his hand. The man holding the dagger laughed, a wicked and bloody laugh “we’ve got the queen!” he sneered his sharp blade tightening deeper into her throat. The man with robes spoke with a stoic face “they asked for son”. The man with the dagger scoffed “pick one” he said nudging his head to three beds in the room. Aegon, Baelon and Rhaenor slept, unaware of the immense danger they were in.

“Please-“ the young girl begged softly, tears swelling up in her eyes. She did not want to wake up the children, but she needed to be a bit louder so the guards could hear her. “Shush” the man with the dagger hissed “we need to get at it and get out” . She tried to speak louder but the man covered her mouth muffling her sounds while he pulled her closer. The man with the robes looked at then three sleeping boys “Which one is the oldest” he spoke coldy to the young girl. “I-“ she tried to speak but no words came out her mouth. She looked at the man with her dagger who held her with a firm grip.

“I have a necklace” she spoke softly reaching for her neck “It’s of great value-“ she was cut off by the man with the dagger who he snatched the necklace right off her neck. “That’s not a son” he sneered shoving it into his pocket.

“Please” she begged her tears falling down her terrified eyes “kill me” she sobbed “not my boys” she pleaded in desperation. But her pleads were to no avail. She looked back at the door hoping for a guard to hear her, come bursting through the doors and put an end to this madness.

The man with the dagger followed her gaze and mockingly spoke “There’s no one out there”. The young girl’s heart dropped even more. The air had left her stomach, her mouth had gone dry, for a second her tears had stopped. Simply standing there in a paralyzed state, her mind had gone blanked.

“Pick the oldest” the man with the robes spoke . “Or we’ll kill them all” his harsh words snapped her out the shock, like a fish out a water she gasped and pointed at Aegon’s bed.

Her first born, her first babe. The child that had made her a mother.

“She could be lying” the man with dagger said skeptically to which the man with the robes corrected upon seeing the young girl’s expression “No” he spoke solemnly “she’s telling true.”

The man with the dagger pushed the young girl away from him “Hold him down” he said moving to Aegon. The young girl watched in horror as the man with the robes covered Aegon’s mouth “mommy-“ was the last thing she heard as they began to cut his throat.

She moved quickly, picking her baby girl from the cradle, she moved to Rhaenor’s bed pulling up to her. The sleeping child woke up confused, the room was filled with the Aegon’s muffled cries. She reached in for for Baelon but she could not carry three kids at once. She was in despair and unsure what to do, “run” she told Baelon who was still woozy from his sleep. She had a one year old in one her arm and her girl in the other. She hurried after Baelon whose small foot steps were barely heard.

The man with the dagger was right, there was no one guarding her door. She ran, catching up to Baelon making sure not to drop the children, her arms trembling and her voice soft and frighten she begged “please …. please “. Her soft rapid breathing was filled with anguish and terror. She stopped in the middle of the hall, then turned to rushing. The castle was dead silent, the only thing she could hear was the whispering of the hair.

Making her way through the unfinished halls she hurried to Maegor’s chambers. Surely he would protect her, he would understand. He could keep his three children safe from the men’s harm. “Mommy” Baelon’s tiny voice spoke trying to hold on to her. It only made the young girl more desperate, as she had no free arms left. She placed Rhaenor down close to Baelon as she ushered them forward to keep on walking.

She pushed though the doors of Maegor’s chamber to see Ceryse’s naked back on top on Maegor , her back moving on him while their moans filled the chamber. The young girl moved forward crouching down on the far end of the room.

Maegor pushed Ceryse off quickly sitting up, looking at his wife with a horrid expression Ceryse gasped “Your grace-“ she tried to speak but was cut off by Maegor who noticed his young wife pulling the two boys closer while still holding her daughter. “What’s happened “ he demanded loudly.

She didn’t say anything simply stared into the ground still clutching her children “The killed my boy” she spoke solemnly a single burning tear falling down her cheek. The child held her children closely wishing for it to be a nightmare, a nightmare her mother would soon wake her up from.

[targaryen-dynasty]

BETWEEN THE LINES.

Maegor Targaryen x female Harroway!Reader

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT-MDNI; p in v, doggy sex, power imbalance, size kink, degrading, idk.

WORDS: 2.4 K

NOTES: This has been rotting in my docs for so long, I had to finish and post it. It's missing big tiddy daddy hours, and I want you all to suffer with me. Thank you @thought--bubble for proofreading this! <3

The Red Keep is much more homely and friendly than your Houses’ seat, Harrenhal, that much is true. Yet you have never longed more to be back at that gloomy castle than you’ve done since your sister has taken you to court with her. 

Not that you’ll ever have the choice to stay or to leave. Not unless your sister, or rather the queen, says so. 

For one summer you’ve lived in the keep by now, summoned the moment your sister came back from Pentos to aid her husband after the demise of King Aenys Targaryen. The talks of Maegor taking Tyanna of the Tower as his third wife had arisen not long after, and did little to quell your jealousy. 

He's seen you before. You were at your sister’s side during their short courtship, their wedding, and had visited them regularly until she chose to accompany Maegor in his exile in Pentos. 

And yet he’s never paid any attention to you, has never even considered taking you to wife instead – rather opting to go for your dull sister and a sorceress from Pentos. 

Sitting on the chaise lounge in your chambers, flames crackling in the fireplace, you read over a book you’ve procured from the library on your stroll through the castle. It very much borders the Hour of the Owl, and you’ve yet to take the bath the maids have prepared for you quite some time ago. 

A knock on the door pulls you out of your reverie, and you’re quick to rise to your feet, covering the loose nightdress that clings to your curves with a plain robe. Caught off guard, you waste no thought on the fact that you don’t expect any visitors this late. 

“Yes?” you ask loudly. 

A gruff voice comes from behind the door, and, despite the impatience laced within, you know very well who it belongs to. “Open the door. I would like to have a word with you.”

His words make you frown, but you follow his orders, unlocking the door and opening it for him. Immediately craning your neck to meet his stern gaze, the eye contact ignites a fire within you. “Your Grace, I– what is the matter?” 

He shoulders his way past you into your chambers, briefly taking in your attire and loose hair. A small smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth. “Reading, at this hour?” he asks, nodding towards the book still clutched in your hand. 

Warmth spreads to your cheeks at his question, intensified by his low and dangerous tone. You can feel his gaze despite your back still facing him, like a weight that has settled on your shoulders. “I could not sleep,” you answer simply, closing the door and turning around. “So I thought I’d read for a bit before I bathe and retire. But is that truly the matter you wish to talk to me about, Your Grace?”

He prowls closer to you, his steps slow and deliberate; a hunter closing in on its prey. “No, that’s not why I came here,” he says, his gaze never leaving yours. As he comes to a stop in front of you, his bulky frame towers over yours. Reaching a hand out, he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear – a gesture that makes you shiver. “It’s your behavior towards your sister… I shall not tolerate it any longer.”

A frisson of heat races down your spine at the touch, and you do not dare pull away from him. She must have obviously talked to him about you slowly removing yourself out of her life, getting out of her way and clearly avoiding her at times. “I… I do not know what you mean, Your Grace,” you stutter. “Alys… my sister… I have no quarrel with her.” Your eyes flicker to the ground, just briefly, but long enough for him to know that you’re not saying the truth. 

Taking another step closer, Maegor captures you between his body and the door, a sneer evident on his features. “Don’t insult my intelligence,” he growls. “I know of your jealousy. Your envy. You long for what she has, to be a queen at the side of a man of my power and strength, but that day shall never come.”

Your heart lurches at his words, hitting you like arrows, and striking a wound that you have refused to acknowledge. Your breath escapes in a sharp gasp. “That is not…” you deny weakly, but even to your own ears your voice lacks conviction. You can’t bring yourself to meet his gaze, but his mere proximity makes you feel hot all over. “You… You are misunderstanding my feelings, Your Grace.”

“Am I?” he asks, his voice a mocking drawl. He pinches your chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting your head back up and forcing you to look at him. “Then look me in the eyes and tell me I’m wrong. Tell me you don’t want what your sister has. Admit it.”

Gooseflesh ripples over your skin as his warm breath fans over it, your eyes fluttering. “I…” you begin, but your voice fails you as something dark and sinful stirs deep within you, dampening the linen of your smallclothes. You try to look away, but can’t. Instead, you find yourself reciprocating his intense stare, the words spilling out before you can stop them: “I loathe her.”

A cold triumph fills his features as you speak, giving him exactly what he wanted to hear. He lets out a low rumble of laughter, a mocking sound without any trace of humor that sends a shiver through your body. 

His other hand grips your hip, squeezing tightly. “Good,” he hums, leaning in close enough for his breath to fan over your face. “There is no need to hide your true feelings from me, sweetling. I see right through you. Your hate, your desire for power… your desire for me.”

Gasping softly at his words, your heart races in your chest. You’re trapped between his sturdy frame and the door, and his nearness causes heat to pool in your stomach. “That is… not true,” you deny weakly, although your voice lacks conviction. You can feel the heat emanating from him, the strength of his hands on your body – and yet, you do not pull away. “I… I don’t…”

The conflict that wars in your eyes is obvious, and he all but devours the fight your body puts up against the desire that’s slowly burning through your body. “You don’t?” he challenges, and your breath hitches in your throat the moment his lips find your exposed throat. The tip of his nose brushes your jaw as he pulls back, lips all but a whisper apart. “Lie to me again. The sight of these beautiful lips of yours speaking falsehoods is almost as arousing as the truth.”

His words send a jolt of heat to your core, your body and skin growing hot while your pulse quickens. Fighting stubbornly against the urge to surrender to his touch, you take a shaky breath. “You… You’re wrong,” you whisper, your voice choked by your own traitorous arousal. 

“Then prove me wrong,” he laughs, low and dark, “push me away. Fight me.” Shame and excitement alike flood your veins at his words. Your hands come up to grip the front of his loose tunic as if you mean to push him away, but instead you pull him tightly against you. 

With a swift flick of his wrist, Maegor’s nimble fingers undo the tie in the front of your robe. 

You bite your lip, staring up at him with wide eyes. The robe comes loose against your body and falls partially open, exposing the skin of your chest and shoulders. Your body is responding to him in ways it shouldn’t, and you’re helpless to stop it. 

“I…” you pant, voice ragged, “I can’t…”

With his fingers tracing patterns on your body like a burning brand, you can’t bring yourself to push him away, and instead charge at him, wrapping your arms around his thick neck and connecting your lips in a passionate embrace.

Maegor grunts at the impact, but returns the kiss with equal fervor. His grip on you tightens even more, using it to push you back against the door. Breaking the kiss, he peels your arms off of him, which allows your robe to slide off your shoulders and fall to the ground, and flips you around, pressing your chest flush against the wood. 

Although you try to catch a glimpse of him from over your shoulder, you miss the dark, possessive look that’s etched onto his features, far too distracted by him easily ripping apart your nightdress from the collar to the hem. 

You can all but feel his dark blown eyes roam over your exposed skin, practically devouring the sight of you standing completely bare and pliant right in front of him. His fingers trail over your curves, gripping a fistful of your arse. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this,” he mutters, voice guttural and possessive. He leans in to bury his face in the crook of your neck, nipping and sucking at your sensitive skin. 

The sensations have you arch your back against his sturdy frame while soft gasps and moans spill past your lips. You feel him shuffle slightly behind you, yet your mind is far too occupied by the weight of his body against yours, the heat from his lips on your neck, and the harshness of his one hand on your hip to notice what he’s doing. 

But then you feel something dragging through your soaked and swollen folds, and while you’re certain it’s two of his fingers, you’re quickly proved wrong as something even thicker breeches your tight cunt. The groan he releases is strained but loud, fanning right over your damp skin, and drowns out the moan that slips past your lips.

It’s not the first time you lay with a man, yet the last encounter took place quite some time ago, hence your need to adjust to the size of his cock. But Maegor is not in a generous mood this night, and hardly allows your body to accommodate him before he sets up a reckless pace that has you whining and whimpering. 

Maegor towers over your small frame, pushing you up against the door with every snap of his hips. One of his paw-like hands is still holding onto your hip, while the other has disappeared into your hair, tugging on it and forcing your head back against his shoulder to make sure you keep your back arched for him. 

He continues to lavish attention on your body with his lips and tongue, just barely pulling away to take a breath. “You shall never be queen like your dear sister is,” he groans in between some kisses, his voice ragged. Under different circumstances, his words would have made your stomach drop – but not when he’s fucking you so good, and speaking again after a short breather. “But she could never give me what you do. She could never make me feel the way you make me feel. You drive me mad with desire.”

You tremble under his frame, and pressure builds within you as he brings his hand between your legs. It seems as though he’s suddenly taken on an urgency he hasn’t displayed before, adamant to finish it quickly so that his disappearance does not attract any attention. 

“The… Then take what you want… Your Grace,” you stutter, words hiccuped by his harsh thrusts. He’s sent you into a frenzy by now. “Take me.”

The coil in your stomach is ready to snap at any given moment with how precisely his deft fingers rub your pearl, and your peak washes over you even before you can tell him. Your lips fall apart in a breathy whimper while you relish in the overwhelming pleasure of your peak coursing through your veins as Maegor chases his own.

Regardless of how badly you want to reach behind you to touch whatever part of him is within your reach, your hands have to be propped against the door to support your small frame, keeping you upright. 

His thrusts already have become more and more erratic at this point, and the tight clenching of your walls around his cock is the last bit that eventually triggers his own release. 

Shuddered breaths and strained groans topple over his parted lips, mixing with your whimpers and moans. His twitching cock spills his seed deep inside of your cunt, and you squeeze him ever so tightly in response, milking him for every drop. 

He doesn’t give himself much time to revel in the pure bliss before he lifts his head off of your shoulder and untangles himself from you. His breathing is ragged and his gaze still darkened with desire as he gazes down at your disheveled form, taking in the marks he’s left. He silently buckles his belt and adjusts his clothing, appearing as though nothing has happened while your mind and body are basically in shambles. 

There’s little time for you to come back to your senses after he’s pulled out, and even less time until he’s inconsiderately nudging you away from the door, taking the handle into one hand. 

“And sweetling,” he says, his brusque demeanor coming right back with a dangerous tone to his voice, “I will not tolerate any further interference from you in my affairs, and I will not tolerate any envy towards your sister. You ought best to remember your place. You are nothing but a toy for me, and I will not hesitate to put you in your place if you get in my way.”

The sharpness in his tone makes you shiver. You watch him silently, body still trembling with the aftershocks of your encounter. His words ring in your ears, and you swallow hard, the reality of your situation only now sinking in. 

As he turns away and opens the door, he throws one final look at you from over his shoulder. 

“Yes… Your Grace,” you mumble with a nod of your head, and only then does he take his leave, albeit it does not last for too long, because as the following day passes and the Hour of the Owl strikes, it’s him who’s knocking on your door again, coming to take what he’s successfully claimed.  

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[syndrossi]

If the twins were born as Maegor’s children instead (the mother could be Tyanna of the Tower due to their dark hair, or it could be Rhaena).

I went with Rhaena and played around a bit here with timeline/events/etc. It felt a little more interesting to move the timeline back a few years, so that Maegor weds Rhaena earlier (in 43 AC, very shortly after Aegon's death). Visenya always wanted the match, so I could see it happening in short order if they had managed to capture her or her daughters earlier.

(I like to think that this means Viserys lives, because Rhaena is there to advocate for his life--assuming Alysanne even still tries to escape! Technically, one of her grandsons will be king, and will have one of Aegon's daughters for a wife. Though I expect a political mess a few years later as Jaehaerys weighs his options.)

Jon aka Aerion has silver-blond hair just this once, because otherwise Rhaena is likely getting executed for adultery! And Rhaegar gets to be Rhaegar because of twin name symmetry!

x~x~x

Even though it was she who birthed them, it was their kinslaying usurper of a father that her babes were presented to first, the relief of the attending maesters and maids palpable. Her loathsome great-aunt held them next, her smile triumphant.

“Both sons, my king,” the maester said. “And as Your Grace can see, they are the most healthy and handsome of babes.”

“Aerion,” Maegor announced, taking one of the silver-haired babes from his mother. “And the other shall be Rhaegar.”

After her twin daughters, Rhaena presumed. Doubtless they would be betrothed within a moon, the joining of Aegon’s claim to Maegor’s own line. There was yet a chance to secure her family’s safety, if she could be clever about it. Twenty hours of labor had taken their toll, but she had enough wits about her to take advantage of this rare opportunity.

“They must have dragon eggs for their cradles,” she said. “Just as I chose for my siblings, so that they grow strong.”

Her presence was remembered at last, and there was a belated rush of murmured congratulations from those attending. Even her great-aunt seemed in high spirits, in contrast with her usual dour countenance. Rhaena gladly took her babes in her arms, relieved to find that they lacked their father’s monstrous frame. They looked as her daughters had, though their cries were lustier.

They calmed in her arms, blinking at her with furious concentration, and she smiled for what felt the first time since she had been seized, along with her daughters, by a triumphant Maegor, fresh from killing her husband. His nephew.

It had been his mother’s notion that he take her for his fourth wife, the match she had always desired, and Aegon had not been six moons dead when she found herself wedded and pregnant once more.

“There are many to choose from at Dragonstone,” her great-aunt said with a nod.

Her breasts were laden with milk already, which was a boon—it had taken several days until she had been able to properly nurse Aerea and Rhaella. She held one of their little faces to each breast, and sagged back onto the fresh blankets, exhausted.

The attending party disappeared one by one, and others were summoned. Announcements were drafted, and a tourney was already being prepared. Rhaena waited patiently until all were gone but Maegor and her great-aunt, when the babes had nursed to their fill and were looking around in sleepy confusion.

“My husband,” she said, managing to speak the words without baring her teeth. “I know that you have taken many to wife, for want of an heir, but a dragon king needs a dragon wife. I have borne your heirs as swiftly as I bore Aegon’s, twice at once. What need have you of any other queen?”

Her great-aunt took her hand, her hands as lacking in warmth as her smile, but Rhaena knew that in this, she was an ally. “My good-daughter speaks true. This is the match that was meant for you, despite your brother’s protests. Your other wives will scheme and turn their jealousy to spite, but it will not fill their barren wombs. Now is the time to set them aside, as you proclaim your sons to the realm.”

It was Queen Tyanna who her great-aunt most dearly desired to be rid of—one snake recognizing another, Rhaena presumed.

Maegor hesitated only briefly, eyes falling upon his newborn sons, at which moment a fire seemed to enter them. “It shall be done. I have no need of them.”

x~x~x

Her husband’s jealousy over his sons’ love was not a danger that Rhaena thought she would have to navigate, and yet it loomed over every interaction. She was spared the worst of it, since she was their own mother, but their affections were otherwise guarded jealously. Her brother Viserys, who had become their favorite in quick fashion, was appointed to the Kingsguard and given assignments that kept him from their company whenever it became too much for the king.

They were bright things, her little sons. Though they were not yet three, they spoke with equal clarity to their sisters, who were nearing five, and they seemed almost aware of their father’s ever present desire for control.

He was afforded their full attention when in his presence, rewarded with smiles and displays of acuity that never failed to please him. All of their accomplishments were extensions of his, naturally. Their strength and balance came from his, their quick grasp of speaking and even High Valyrian all due to his superior blood. On the rare occasions where he grew displeased, it was with something that was due to her influence, her blood.

I dare him to find fault with them, Rhaena thought fiercely. The arrogance to believe that only he possesses fire.

Today, the twins had accompanied him to a small council meeting, and Maegor had declared them the equal of any in the room.

“That says more of whose counsel he keeps,” she muttered, to a giggle from Rhaegar. She smiled at him. “Do you agree, little dragon? Yours is the more recent opinion.”

Aerion meanwhile was happily swinging one of the play swords that Maegor had commissioned after Rhaena had spent a week convincing him that a miniature sword, blade and all, was not appropriate for the twins’ age. She could almost believe that either could be trusted with one, but she knew that Rhaella could not.

Rhaegar bounded over to join his brother and she watched them with amusement. In two more years, they would doubtless be the terrors of the training yard.

“My queen?”

She turned to the boys’ nurse, who stood uncertainly in the doorway. “Yes?”

“Shall I take the princes to be bathed and dressed?”

Rhaena had lost track of the hour. A delegation from Volantis had arrived to great fanfare, bearing expensive gifts and promises of rich trade agreements. In the aftermath of her husband’s war on the Faith, such relief was sorely needed for the realm’s coffers to recover.

She rose. “Yes. Bring them to my solar after.” She would need to see that her daughters were also properly dressed for the occasion. 

[fairysluna]

SINNERS — Chapter 3

After Maegor finds out his beloved niece is to be wed with her own brother, he absolutely loses his mind. He can't just let her go.

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Maegor I Targaryen x Fem!OC.

Summary: Aenelys' inner dragon finally comes to light in the shape of jealousy and pettiness, and Maegor desperately tries to regain the power he once held over her.

Tags/TW: incest, age gap, profanity, cursing, manipulation, description of sexual activities, typical sexism of the time, nudity, tyanna makes an appearance. If something's missing let me know!!

Author's Note: guess who finally updated!!! so, i decided to fancast Ser Draqos too bc that's how i am and i always get obsessed w my own fics. This is Draqos, the actor name is Santiago Cabrera (a chilean babe bc ofc). thank you for reading!! ily all and pls enjoy♡

Word Count: 5.7k

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As Aenelys walked in the room and found her seat on her table, Ser Vyros found himself growing curious at the tension that rapidly developed between her and her uncle, who did not even spare a glance to the girl. 

She sat there, as far as possible from Maegor, followed by who had been her only company that week; Ser Draqos. The prince went silent after the presence of the girl was noticeable, interrupting and finishing any conversation he might have been having with his friend. The old man stared at both of them, as if that would give him an answer of what was going on; Maegor had his hands clenched in two fists against the table, and Aenelys had swollen eyes which was enough proof that she had been crying the prior night. 

"Aenelys, my princess, it is such a blessing that you have joined us this morning," he greeted her, trying to make all this tension go away. "We have been missing you these last few days. I suppose you were starting to make acquaintances with the palace?"

"I am indeed, Ser," she politely replied as she waited for the maid to prepare her tea as other was collecting small bits of the pastries that were on the long, wooden table. "Ser Draqos has been an excellent guide, the gardens might be my favorite place to read."

"Draqos knows this palace like the back of his hand!" he commented, joyfully laughing as he stuffed his mouth with a piece of bread and butter. "That boy always wandered around this place when he was a child, you couldn't have chosen a better person to show you around."

"I see that now," she gently nods, feeling now the burning stare of her uncle on her face. She forced herself not to look back at him. "You have raised a true gentleman, Draqos is such a good man." she took a pause, blinking a few times before convincing herself to continue. "Loyal… and kind."

Maegor let out a small, mocking chuckle as he shifted his position in the chair. His legs spreaded as he leaned back and took a sip of the ale in his cup. Aenelys tensed with the mere sound, but decided to simply ignore it as her shaky hands gripped the cup that was in front of her. 

She bit her lip once she noticed how it trembled, and she quickly changed the pout on her face for a small, fake smile. 

"You flatter me, my princess," he chuckles cheerfully as he wipes his fingers with a napkin. "Now that I'm thinking about it, there might be a place close to the palace that I'm sure you would love." 

"Is it?”

"Yes," He replied, looking swiftly at his son before returning his haze upon her little frame. "You see, there's this lake following our gardens, just a few minutes on a horse ride, and Draqos can take you there for you to read."

"A lake?" The princess repeated. 

Vyros nodded, "People say that the Westerosi singers had come to that place in order to write their ballads about the brave man and beautiful maidens. You will love it."

For the first time since she arrived at the dining hall, she dared to look at her uncle who was sitting on the other side, right in front of her. Even after fighting, she was seeking his permission –and approval–, but he did not look back at her at all, he was just too busy whispering to a maid that had come close to him. Aenelys felt lost for a minute.

The growing feeling of emptiness inside her chest only became more unbearable once Maegor put his hand on the woman’s hip. Aenelys wanted to sink on her chair, or to stand up and run away from that table; away from him. 

Though she had convinced herself to think that Maegor loved her as much as she loved him, she was starting to think otherwise… and that only made her replace the sadness within her with anger, jealousy and pettiness; she was the King’s daughter, the Heart of the Realm, and the only thing that she could not possess was the heart of the man she so dearly loved. 

Only the Gods know how mad that would make her. She was a dragon after all. 

“I would be delighted to visit the lake, Ser,” she said as she swiftly stood up from the table. The chair behind her rattled as it was dragged backwards, which caused Maegor’s attention to finally fall upon his niece. 

Their eyes connected for a few seconds; he might have been acting as if he had not listened to the conversation, but Aenelys knew he did. The darkness in his eyes was one she knew very well, the jealousy evidently written in his face as the princess dared him in silence to stop her, to do anything that could show his interest in her. But as the stubborn and proud man he was, he did not even move at all. 

“I will go and take a bath, then we shall go, Ser Draqos,” she informed, looking at the table for one last time before turning around and leaving the hall.

The ache on her chest was quite hard to ignore, but she forced herself to endure the pain just to appear stronger. Aenelys needed Maegor's touch, she longed for it and suffered whenever it was forcefully taken away from her. But now she was angry at his indifference, and if he wanted to make her heart ache, then she convinced herself to do the same thing with him. 

It was rather childish the way they were behaving, avoiding confrontation in order to keep teasing each other and desperately trying to push aside the need they had to be together once more. While Aenelys left the room, Maegor's mind started to scheme once again, as if he was finding excuses to talk to her without risking his tough pride. He knew he was starting to lose control over her, and he knew very well that, no matter how innocent she would look like, Aenelys was still a spoiled Targaryen princess who always got what she desired.

So he gave her just that. 

Aenelys walked in her chambers being followed by a maid who ran to prepare her a bath as she ripped her dress out of her body until her naked form was seen. The anger on her face was visible to anyone who could see her, she was getting drunk on jealousy and the mere thought of her uncle touching, and being touched, by another woman made her want to throw up. It made her sick the fact that someone else could freely have him while she was forced to wait for something that might never come. 

While she got inside of the bathtub, she could not help but to remember that Maegor was already married. It was a loveless marriage, merely out of duty, but a marriage nevertheless. Aenelys was far from being dumb, she knew exactly how things worked back in Westeros, and she was certain that her father would never approve an union between her and her uncle, so he will never get the annulment they need to be wed.

Pathetic tears of sadness and rage fell down her face, being quickly wiped by her own hands. Aenelys took a deep breath and leaned back in the tub.

The water was burning hot, but Aenelys liked it that way. The comfort that brought her was helpful to make her calm down, and she let herself rest in the bath as her head fell backwards and a sigh left her lips. Her eyes closed as she emptied her mind just for a second, only focusing on her own relaxation before letting herself think about Maegor again. 

But it was impossible.

Maegor was carved in her mind and there was no way to get him out of it. Every thought of her was dedicated to him. Every breath, every heartbeat. Aenelys felt the curse that it was to have feelings for a man like him, and no matter how hard she would try, there was no escape from it. And, deep inside of her, she did not want to escape either way. 

Aenelys was addicted to him, so used to always having him by her side that the mere thought of being apart from him seemed painful enough to even try it. That is why she was still there, waiting for him to show some signal of his love for her. Silently begging and longing for bits of his care. 

But then, while a maid was preparing her clothes for later, the door was smacked open, suddenly interrupting her peace. Aenelys quickly sat back as she opened her eyes and saw the tall frame of her uncle standing a few inches away from her. Unconsciously, she bent her knees and wrapped her arms around her legs as an attempt to hide her nudity from him.

Maegor seemed to be visibly mad; red face, almost fuming. His eyes were covered by a layer of anger that made them look darker, it was a penetrating stare that made her skin burn as he approached her in a slow but steady step. He looked intimidating, the shadows and the sunlight made him seem bigger than he already was, especially after he finally reached her side and she had to look up at him with that pretty, doe eyed stare which was so characteristic of her. 

Aenelys followed the trace his tongue did on his lower lip as he licked it when he laid eyes upon her delicate body. Her milky skin appeared so soft, and fragile. She seemed so easy to break. The exposure of her skin made him feel the overwhelming urge to touch her, to feel the softness of her under his fingertips, but he looked away before his willpower would give in to temptation. 

"Henujagon īlva," Leave us, he had told the maid who left the room in the blink of an eye. The poor girl was shaking; Aenelys was certain she saw her legs shaking as she left the room. 

Then, there was a silence, and afterwards, Maegor dared to lock his gaze with hers. They remained that way for a few seconds, trying to express their feelings through them without using words that could just not explain their real situation. Maegor then expected to see some sign of fear in her eyes after what he had done to her; he was able to see a thousand emotions being reflected on those lilac jewels of hers, but fear was none of them. It never was. 

“You will not be left alone with that man,” he spoke harshly, almost in a grunt. 

“His name is Draqos.”

He chuckled, a mocking one similar to the one she had heard before in the dining hall. His hands went to the border of the tub, as he slowly leaned down towards her face. Suddenly, she felt small, clenching her jaw and swallowing hard as his breath smacked against her lips. Something changed inside of her due to his proximity, and as her heart started to beat fast and unsteady, her mouth watered at the instant urge to kiss him… to taste his lips. 

“I don’t care about that cunt’s name,” he murmured, rubbing his nose against hers in a delicate touch. “And neither should you.” 

Aenelys knew she should not be folding so fast, but Maegor always managed to turn her into clay for him to manipulate as he wished. 

Soon, his right hand touched her chin, his thumb caressing her lower lip as he kept his stare fixed on hers. At this point, all their troubles were forgotten by her, and the anger and sadness that she once felt was not there anymore; Maegor had bewitched her once again. 

He gently pressed his fingers against her skin in order to lift her face, and he continued that action until she stood up. He barely tried, and she submissively obeyed, standing in front of him as the droplets were running down her naked body. 

“You will stay here,” he commanded as his fingers gave in and started to slide down her, going from her neck, to her cleavage and all the way down to her navel until he rested it on her hip. “And… since you’re so eager to learn new things,” he mentioned as he repeated the same trace with his other hand. “I will take you somewhere tonight, and I will teach you.”

She nodded, obediently as she closed her eyes when he leaned closer to kiss the tip of her nose. Once he took a step back, she fluttered her eyelashes until her eyes found him again. This time, however, he took no shame in roaming her body with his hungry eyes, checking every bit of her and trying to carve her shapes and curves into his mind. Aenelys wanted to cover, but instead she just stood still, letting him watch for as long as he pleased. 

Maegor smirked, clicking his tongue before he noticed the chain around her neck. He stretched his arm to reach for the small, black pendant with the ruby on it. A content, smug grin appeared on his visage before he sighed and said,

“You are mine, sweet dove,” he reminded her, “never forget who owns you.”

And just like that he walked away, leaving the room and Aenelys behind. Only then, she was able to react, but the joyful illusion growing in her heart made her smile for the first time in weeks. She was his.

Aenelys spent the rest of the day trying to ignore that feeling of anticipation growing inside her gut. She would try to keep herself busy in order to make the hours pass faster, but it was not enough; she was not able to focus on a book, and every time she would pick a needle to make an embroidery she would puncture her fingertips because her mind was somewhere else. 

Then, once she realized none of these activities would work, she started to look for a dress to wear. She did not know where he was going to take her, so she struggled to pick one. In the end, she managed to choose a white dress with silver ornaments; it was thin, comfortable and simple, but at the same time it was elegant and sophisticated, worthy of a Targaryen princess like her. 

Once the moon appeared in the sky with the company of the shiny stars, Aenelys was standing in front of the mirror, gazing upon her reflection as a maid tied the laces of the dress. Her long, wavy, platinum hair had been braided in a half updo hairstyle that made her delicate features stand out. 

She smiled at her reflection, hoping that her uncle would acknowledge her undeniable beauty with some sweet, kind whispers against her ear. 

The door was open without warning, Maegor walked into the room being more at ease than the last time; he was wearing his normal clothing, with the exception of the scabbard around his hips holding Dark Sister. Aenelys looked at him through the mirror and she almost sighed at the view. He looked so deadly handsome. 

As he started to approach her, she could not help but to notice the roll up sleeves that left his veiny forearms exposed to her eye. A warmth sensation was positioned on her lower belly after the unholy thoughts came back to his mind; once again, the images on the tapestries that decorated the palace were placed on her memories, and a rouge blush invaded her cheeks once she started to think about him in unforgivable ways. 

“What a sight you are, my beautiful dove,” he murmured, using the soft tone that he reserved only for her, and then a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

She turned around, facing him directly as the maid that was helping her quickly left the room to leave them alone. Maegor had not even acknowledged her presence, for all he could see was his little princess in front of him, staring back at him those pretty, doe eyes; filled with that innocence that he desired to take so badly. 

“You will make me the most fortunate man once I take you as my wife,” he whispered as he stepped closer enough to reach her cheek. As his thumb started to caress her skin, she leaned towards his touch, longing for it, all while her eyes sparkled with illusion once again. Maegor could only grin at her reaction. “The horse is ready for us to go,” he informed, “shall we leave now?”

He grabbed her hand before she could reply with a gesture, and he guided through the dark hallways of the palace until they reached the front gates. A big horse was waiting for them, as black as coal. Maegor was chivalrous enough to help her mount it, grabbing her waist and picking her up without major effort. Then, he mounted the horse, holding Aenelys’ body as close to his as possible. The princess felt her legs go weak after feeling his chest pressed against her back.

Soon, both were riding slowly through the night life of Braavos, Aenelys was looking everywhere, trying to ignore the closeness between them both, trying to ignore his warmth breath against her ear and how he would accidently rub himself in her. Her cheeks were red as strawberries at this point, and her heart was pounding hard against her chest.

Whilst they were riding through the markets and the dark alleys, Aenelys took the time to observe her surroundings; how they were getting darker and dirtier. The people started to pay more attention to them, causing Aenelys to look for some kind of protection in her uncle’s safe arms. 

She was scared, but she knew that as long as she remained by his side nothing bad would happen to her. After all, Maegor had always been her knight in shining armor.

When the horse stopped, indicating that the journey had come to an end, they were in front of a yellow door with a knocker made with gold. That small detail caught the princess’ attention, for it was rather unusual to see such an expensive object in a place like this; but once the door was opened, Aenelys noticed the reason behind it. 

Her mouth went dry, and her eyes widened as they stepped inside of the building. She looked everywhere, trying to capture every moment within seconds; curiosity growing inside her just as the blush on her cheeks. There were a lot of people, all in nude; kissing, touching, and pleasuring each other as she walked through them. Moans and sounds that expressed pleasure and lust was all she heard, and the blush on her cheeks was impossible to hide. 

Maegor's grip on her hip tightened after people noticed their presence in that place, and soon they started to whisper, mumbling secrecies as they saw them pass through the crowds. And, as Aenelys followed Maegor's pace, she noticed a man sitting in the corner who widened his eyes after he saw her, that is when a feeling of discomfort grew inside of her and told her that there was something wrong. She did not listen to it.

Soon, they were approached by a woman who seemed to be the exact opposite of Aenelys. Her skin was white, but her hair was black as coal and she had dark eyes that reflected pure lust and mischief; emotions that, somehow, intensified once she laid eyes upon Maegor imponent figure. There was something about her that the princess did not like; perhaps she had felt threatened by the way she was looking at Maegor, or by the way she touched his arm with so much trust and confidence. Those were small gestures that proved to her that it was not the first time Maegor was in that place.

She was wearing a thin, light blue dress. Aenelys found herself unconsciously looking at her cleavage as the woman got closer to them and politely smiled at her. The Targaryen princess tried to return the gesture, but the jealousy growing inside of her made it impossible. She wanted to know who that woman was.

"My prince," she greeted him, her voice was seductive, deep. "It's been a while."

"Indeed," he replied with a nod. 

"I see you finally brought your beautiful princess with you," she pointed out, stepping close enough to reach for a strand of her platinum hair and wrap it around her finger with a smirk. "She is as gorgeous as you described her." 

Her heart jumped inside her chest after hearing those words. The fact that he had spoken about her, describing her in such a tender way, made her feel better than ever. She had to hold back an enormous smile, looking at the floor in order to make the blush in her cheeks go unnoticed. 

"Tell me your name, sweet doe,” she commanded in a soft voice that was far from being comforting.

"Aenelys, my lady," she replied a bit shy, using her uncle's arm to subtly hide from her. 

The woman laughed, not too loudly but mockingly enough to make her feel bad and slightly embarrassed.

"Oh, I'm no lady," she said between chuckles. "I'm Tyanna, one of your uncle's loyal companions here in Braavos." 

Aenelys felt her smile trembling at the edges, almost disappearing completely. And then the jealousy returned as soon as it had left. Narroweyed, she looked at the woman in front of her with no signs of the charming smile that used to be on her face, no signs of sympathy for her either. Aenelys was quick to understand the double meaning of what she had just said, and a disliking expression appeared in her visage. Maegor dug his fingertips deeper into Aenelys' waist, tightening his grip and keeping her by his side. Only then, the princess looked away and let her tensed body relax. 

"Is the room ready for us?" Maegor asked with no sentiment in his voice. 

"It is, my prince," she nodded. Tyanna gave her a last look before smirking and saying, "follow the usual path, I know you will not get lost." 

It seemed to the princess that the courtesan in front of her was blatantly mocking her. The malicious intent in her eyes was obviously showing along with a wicked smile. Aenelys was smart, she was able to read through her and noticing that she would bring nothing but trouble in her life. She immediately knew Tyanna was going to be an obstacle that she needed to get rid of. 

Maegor ignored Tyanna’s words, and he took his niece towards the room, walking her through a dark hallway illuminated with only candles and some torches, and where there were doors from which lustful sounds were heard. 

Once they found the last door, Maegor let her walk in. Aenelys was shaking with expectation at this point, confused on why they were really here and anxious to know whether the time for his uncle to claim her had finally arrived or not, and her questioning only grew when she noticed the lascivious atmosphere that was trapped within those four, burgundy walls. 

The smell of cinnamon was the first thing she perceived, along with the heat of the warm summer wind that sneaked through the thin, golden curtains. Then, her eyes went to the big, round bed in the center of the room, right under a very explicit paint that reminded her of Ser Varys’ tapestries back in the palace. There was also a table with two cups, a bottle of fine wine, and a lot of weird shaped objects laying on a silver, freshly polished, platter. 

Maegor closed the door behind him, and the loud noise made her wake up from the trance she was in. At that moment, she came to realize where she was – and whom she was with. 

She sighed, hearing his steps getting closer to her until she managed to recognize his scent. Aenelys closed her eyes as she took a deep breath, drowning in that manly perfume of his that made her feel chills.

“Why are we here?” she dared to ask, refusing to lay eyes on him merely out of shyness. 

“You told me you wanted to learn,” he reminded her, standing behind her and grabbing her waist with his hand. He leaned towards her ear before whispering, “Now you will learn.”

His chest was pressed against her back, his chin resting on the top of her head as his hands started to play with the thin fabric of her dress. A sharp breath left her lips as Maegor started to brush his lips against the skin of her nape, causing shivers down her spine and butterflies on her belly. Her knees felt weak, and her legs trembled; Maegor placed both of his hands on each side of her tiny body with a firm grip that provided her with stability, all whilst he buried his nose on her neck to inhale her sweet scent. 

Aenelys moved her head to the side, giving him more space to do with her as he pleased. Her eyes closed and her mouth slightly parted to catch a deep breath. Millions of sensations were running down her body as Maegor teased her, tempting her with his touch. 

“So soft,” he murmured, “so pretty.”

“Maegor-”

“You think I haven’t thought about it?” He interrupted, almost grunting as he now pressed his lower body against her. Aenelys frowned confused, being too flushed and distracted to even process his words. “... About you laying in our marital bed, completely bare?”

His lips reached her neck, tasting and savoring her soft skin as she let a soft moan escape from her plump lips. It was the first time he ever dared to do such an intimate thing with her, to touch her in that way. Aenelys bit her lower lip, and once Maegor noticed it he took his hand toward her mouth, pulling her lip away from her teeth and forcing her to let out those beautiful sounds. 

“I keep dreaming about it, my sweet dove,” he groaned, “How sweet you would sound whispering my name as I take your precious body, claiming you as mine.” 

His hands soon found their way to her belly, one of them remaining there while the other started to slip down her frame, heading towards her heated core. He was slowly approaching that spot that was desperately aching for his attention at this point. It was a tortuous thing; teasing her until she breaks.

 “I cannot stop thinking about my child growing inside of you, my little princess,” she whines as a response and Maegor teasingly chuckles. “Would you like that, huh? Giving me an heir? Having my seed inside of you?-”

Maegor was interrupted by a sudden action made by her. She turned around and he was able to see the lust growing inside those doe eyes of hers. She seemed desperate, longing for some kind of relief for the heat between her thighs. His words had visibly caused an effect on her, for her cheeks were burning red and her breathing had quickened. She stared at him with pleading eyes, as if he was begging him to fulfill his dreams with her, right there. She was asking him to make his desires come true on the spot.

She placed her hands on his chest, feeling the shape of his muscles under her fingertips. Maegor grabbed her by the neck, his thumb rubbing against her lips. Aenelys took a deep breath, getting ready to stand on her tiptoes to finally reach for his lips. 

But a loud, thunderous noise was heard, and Maegor turned his head away from her. Aenelys quickly tried to find safety in the arms of the man she loved, but he stood back, already being on guard and collecting the sword he brought with him. The princess stood right where he left her, frozen and waiting for his indications, for him to tell her what to do. 

“Stay here,” he commanded, and Aenelys did not dare to disobey. 

She saw how Maegor left the room and abandoned her there; in a place she did not know, completely alone. 

Of course the fear was quick to take over her body; she hugged herself as if she was trying to protect herself from anything that may come her way at the same time she was carefully staring at the door in front of her. A few more sounds were heard, along with shouting and curses from men and women, which only made her beg for Maegor to come back. 

A crack was heard inside of the room and the princess was frightened to turn around and search for the source of that sound. However, a sudden breeze entered the area, and she forced herself to do so. As soon as she did, a hand went to her mouth. 

Her screams were muffled as her eyes went wide with panic and terror, soon covered in a layer of blurriness which announced the upcoming tears. Her legs shook as she stared at the man in front of her, whom she quickly recognised as the one who was looking at her when she walked in that place.

“Princess, I need you to be quiet,” he warned her, whispering as he constantly checked the door. “My name is Ser Greg Forrester, I was sent by your mother, Queen Alyssa… I’ve come to rescue you.” 

Mumbles were heard as her confusion only grew. The mention of her mother made her feel some kind of guilt and anguish inside of her chest, but the whole situation was taking her by surprise. At that point she knew her disappearance might have caused some kind of trouble, for there was certainly a reason why that man was sent for her; and yet, she had no intention to move nor follow his orders. 

Not when things were about to change between her and Maegor. 

“I need you to come with me,” he continued. “I have already localized your dragon, and I have a horse outside waiting for us.”

The princess seemed to have calmed down; the hysterical expression on her face had vanished as soon as the man explained who he was. He slowly removed his hand from her mouth, and the princess instantly took a step back.

“I need to take you home safely,” he insisted.

“No,” she quickly answered. Ser Greg frowned. “I’m safe here.”

“I’m afraid the queen believes otherwise,” he explained, “she thinks your uncle is dangerous, she thinks he might put you at risk.”

“Nonsense!” She stopped him, raising her voice. “He will protect me better than any guard or knight… He loves me, he will never do something to hurt me.”

“He forced you to be away from your family-”

“He did not force me to do anything,” the princess interrupted him, getting mad at such accusations. 

“The King and Queen miss you terribly, princess,” he replied, and a silence was formed. He was smart enough to try and bring sentimalism to the matter. Aenelys was quick to notice such thing, not being affected by his empty words. He only did it to save his head from a spike once he returned to King’s Landing. 

“I will not leave him here alone,” she spoke harshly, determined. “I’m sorry.”

“But princess-”

“It is best for you to leave before my uncle returns” Aenelys advised, “we both know what will happen if he finds you here.” 

The man pressed his lips in a thin line as his eyes looked at her with pity and sorrow. Aenelys ignored that, simply looking away from his face and onto the ground. Ser Greg had no choice but to escape from the same window he entered, leaving the princess with a hardened expression on her soft features. 

Soon, the door behind her was opened once again, and she turned around only to find Maegor’s imposing figure in the doorframe. Her eyes shifted with worry as she saw stains of blood on her body; her heart sank on her chest after thinking he might have been hurted. 

“Maegor-”

“I thought you wanted to go,” he interrupted her.

A silence then appeared, filling the space between them as their eyes connected from each side of the room. Maegor’s jaw was clenched, while Aenelys nervously played with the pendant of her necklace, feeling small under his dominant haze. 

“What?” She softly asked.

Maegor walked inside the room, closing the door behind him. The signs of a growing smile could be seen on his handsome face as he approached her.

“You told me,” he reminded her as he tried to hide his victory smile, “I should’ve stayed...”

“I-”

“I had to make sure that was just a lie,” he quickly said.

Aenelys frowned as Maegor’s touch reached her soft cheek. The realization of what he had just said arrived like a bucket of cold water being poured all over her. 

“You called them…”

“How else was I supposed to know if your love for me was real or not?” His tone tried to be sweet, caring, but it still came out as controlling and dominant. “At least now I know that my future wife will always remain loyal to me.”

Aenelys’ heart beated faster, for she saw these actions as a reflection of his devotion to her, as the eagerness to keep her always by his side. She was supposed to be mad for playing with her like this, but instead, she just fell harder for him. 

“Now, since you have proven where your loyalties lie, I think it is time for me to give you a reward for always being such a good little princess…” He mumbled, getting rid of his shirt. Aenelys held her breath at the sight. “Go and take off your clothes, dove, it’s time for you to learn.”

And she obeyed.

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[misguidedasgardian]

I want to steal the bride

Prologue

MASTERLIST

Summary: You meet your best friend in the most… singulars of ways 

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x BestFriend!Reader

Warnings: Aemond play-boying, cursing, drinking, sexual themes, implied smut 

+18, Minors DNI 

Wordcount: 1.8 k

Notes: This is going to be so much fun

The parties in Dragonstone University were always crazy, they started diplomatically enough but then they always got out of hand.

The main courtyard of what once was a huge castle was now swarming with students, loud music all over the place, kegs of beer on each five square feet. People dancing, talking, the vibe was good.

A single guy, tall, handsome, opened up his way through the crowd, a single objective in mind

“Oh, yeah, nice to see you”, he greeted the group of freinds of the girl he was after tonight, until he could finally see her, dressed in her female counterpart, dress splotched with fake blood

“Hey, that dress needs dry-cleaning”, he teased, winking, he was not wearing a mask, only a wig, and the girl giggled

“Here you go”, she said, giving him a cup with beer on it

“Thank you kindly, Tyanna”, he played along 

“Tyanna? Tyanna?”, another girl jumped the group, in character as Maegor the cruel pretended to be catched with his mistress to his wife

“Oh, shit, Cyrese!”, Aemond mocked under the wig of Maegor the cruel. He drank his beer as he walked away from the group, the girl had given him the cup with her room number written on it, and with clear instructions of meeting her there in ten minutes, but he liked to be prepared

He dances along the people, specially close to some ladies, and kept opening up his way through the crowd, to find his own group of friends 

“Okay”, he whined, when a girl almost humped him in the middle of the crowd. He found the building pretty quickly, and went up the stairs to the second floor

“Hi, Maegor”, whispered a girl, as he walked through the hallway

“Oh, hey, Snow White”, he smirked, “Where is 11 B?”, he asked the girl, who pointed at a door right next to him

  “Bingo.”, he claimed triumphantly, he tried the door but it was locked, so he looked, on the tip of his toes, the key that was hidden in the upper corner of the door, “Where did she say that thing was?”, he whispered to himself, and then chuckled when he found it 

“Guess it's time for a little action”, he hasn't gotten any “action” since the last party, which was last week, so… it's been a while on this books

“Tyanna?”, he called into the darkness of the dorm room, but no one answered, “It's Maegor”, that is when he noticed the sleeping form on one of the beds, turned towards the wall, “I got some dictation for you, Tyanna”, he teased, getting on the roll of the famous president who had an affair with his secretary. He started to get undressed, he did not get rid of neither the wig or the crown, but of the upper part of his costume, his shoes, and he loosened up his pants, “I got a big secret for you, baby.”, he whispered, “How did you get up here so soon?”

“Tyanna. Tyanna”, he kept calling to no answer, he sneaked under the sheets, he hugged his momentarily partner, but he found no willingness in the embrace, as the girl moved suddenly, trying to push him away, she turned in horror at the strange man hugging her and screamed in terror when she came to look at a bloodied face 

“AH!”, You shrieked in terror at the sight, an “attacker” had tried to grope you in your sleep, you turned quickly to the bedside table and grabbed the first thing you could get your hands on

“Wait!”, he screamed back, but you didn’t listen, you sprayed your perfume on his face until he was screaming

He dropped out of he bed begging for mercy and rubbing his eyes 

“I can't see!”, he cried, “My eyes! My eyes! I can't see!”

“Who let you in?”, you cried

 “What happened? Where's Tyanna?”, he asked, still rubbing his eyes, the fake blood now making a mess, “What happened to Tyanna?”

“How did you get in here?”, you asked again

“She told me where the key was!”, he explained, “I can't see!”

“Did she say it was okay to dry hump her roommate?”, you fought, not being able to not find this funny 

“She said you'd be in the library because you're a geek”

“I am not a geek. Gods!”, you whined, not being able to pretend that didn’t hurt just a little

“Oh, my God”, the intruder was finally able to open his eyes, with difficulty, “What was that, mace?”

"Eternity" by Calvin Klein”, you said triumphantly 

Once he could calm down, you helped him up, taking him to the common bathroom so he could rinse himself, and then, you took him to the common room to give him some coffee to sober him up, is the last thing you could do after you attacked him.

“Oh, I'm gonna be so careful who I get in bed with from now on”. He whined, while he dropped himself into the couch, still rubbing his eyes 

“That'd be a big adjustment for you, wouldn't it?”, you teased, but you couldn’t claim victory as you burnt your hand with the hot coffee cup, “Gods!” you screamed, ”I do that every time”

“I've invented a solution for that”, he offered, “Seriously. It's something that goes around a coffee cup so you don't burn your hand”, you looked at him, annoyed, clearly not buying it, “I'm gonna call it the coffee collar”.

“Brilliant idea”, you said with a mocking smile, you turned to look at him, and he was looking back at you with an intense look in his one good eye. He was terribly handsome, of course you knew who he was, he was Aemond Targaryen, he had lost en eye when he was young, never replaced it, used a leather patch that only added to his appeal

“I know all about you”, you said defiantly, he of course knew how handsome he was, he used it poorly, “I know your whole rap”, you accused, no matter how cute you find him, you couldn’t fell to his charms

“You do?”, he said, clearly interested, he made himself comfortable dropping an arm over the back of the couch, behind you 

“Yeah. You're a senior…”, you started 

“Uh-huh”, he was clearly entertained 

“...who preys on freshmen”, you continued, and his face changed, “You slept with half my floor!”

“Well, half your floor was female”, he said simply 

“Whatever”, you bit back, clearly annoyed, there was nothing else more to him, he was a player, a man who didn’t care what happened after his one night stands, “And you once met Oberyn,

which I suspect is total bullshit”, you laughed, he started shaking his head

“No, it's true. He signed my CD. It's upstairs in my room”, he defended, then the smirk appeared again on his lips, “with my... coffee collar, if you wanna see it”, you almost got choked on your coffee

 “Are you hitting on me?”, you chuckled, you could not believe his audacity but you gotta admit, that it was endearing 

 “No. I'm going off your look”, he defended 

 “My look?”

“Yeah. Your "doggy bowl" look”, you opened your mouth in anger

“Are you calling me a dog?”, you said back, angrily

“No, no, it's a theory I have”, he said dismissively

“Oh, Casanova has a theory”, you mocked

“Yeah. When a girl's attracted to a guy… she has a look. It's her tell, like poker”, he said simply, “It's the same look a dog gets right before you put down the bowl”

“You're offensive” you whined, “And you're crazy”

“No, I'm honest”, he said calmly, “I believe honesty is the best policy”

“All right. You want me to be honest with you?”, you said back, smiling wickedly, he seemed taken aback, but then he raised one of his silver eyebrows

“Sure”

“I'm majoring in Fine Arts”, you said confidently

“Right”, you could tell he was nervous, but fighting to prepare otherwise

“I'm studying the golden proportions of the human face and your nose is bent, and it droops down at the bottom, a feature accentuated by the thinness of your lip”, you said, leaning in and pointing to those in his face, “and your eyes… are too far apart, but they'd have to be to accommodate that bent nose”, he seemed comically indignant, but here came the grand finally, your little vengeance.

“And I feel sorry for you. You have to validate yourself through insatiable, meaningless, ego sport-sex with insecure girls like my roommate”, you completed, “I would never have sex with someone… like you!”, you stood up from the couch, ready to go back o your room

“Wow. Wow!”, he called after you, “Hey, come here!”, he didn’t stop chasing after you until you stopped by the door of the common room, “That was amazing!” , he admired, he wasn’t angry like you expected 

“What was?”, you muttered, bored

“The honesty!”, he said, “That was almost better than sex without the, uh… “

“Without the crying”, you mocked, “Actually, it did feel pretty good”, you admitted

“Yeah, no one's ever been that honest with me before”, he said, marveled by the situation 

 “It's called being a friend”, you clarified 

“I'm Aemond, by the way”, he said, giving you his hand so you could shake it, and you did 

“(Y/N)”, you said back, you had mindlessly walk back to your room, you were tired, you needed some rest, and also, to get rid of this guy, or you might actually go back to his room with him

“Good night”, you greeted, waving at him, he gave you a devastatingly smile back

“Good night”, he purred

“Your hands are  clammy”, you accused when he gave you his to shake

“I can see through your nightgown”, he said back, you looked down at your nightshirt, and it was sort of true, you hugged yourself with a squick, not having really the energy to reprimand him for the chuckle he let out

You opened the door to your room, and to no surprise, you found your roommate Maris drunk out of her mind, sitting on her bed

“Aemond, is that you?”, she whined, trying to sound sexy, but the many shots she drank didn’t help her, “Can I see your Oberyn autograph?”, she asked, you turn to him, to his completely horrorized face 

“She's all yours, friend”, you giggled, walking away, you had another friend you could crush with

“Tyanna, get some sleep”, you hear him say out loud, closing the door behind you. 

You only laughed, looking over your shoulder you found him staring back at you

“I can still see through your nightgown!”

“Idiot!”, you called back, how could you have ever guessed this was going to be the start of a beautiful friendship

[maegorsbignaturals]

hey the maegor big hairy tiddy art happened to end up on my dash and after going through the reblogs I think you're the one most suited to fulfill the following genuine and heartfelt request

please explain the maegor fandom to me

Hey, no worries! I Know how strange it might be to see a fandom specifically to this character that is rightfully an AH.

So, the Maegor fandom can be break in three archetypes of people:

The first one is the ones who think of Maegor as a Chad-sigma type of character who is just villanified but he was actually so cool and it was a misunderstood hero on a bad tell story. They see him as a hero for ending the faith's armament and pushing Ceryse aside for being a EvIL HiGhTowEr (SOMETIMES this people mix with the team black fans) and that with their whole chest think Maegor's children were poisoned by Tyanna because he was a stud that bedded two women in the same night and had six wives and that he was some kind of sex-god. They Ignore that even if the disarmament of the faith was something good to westeros, it was more of a "even a broken clock gets the hour right twice a day" type of movement of his part, or an opportunist thing to do given how many problems the faith was giving him. Plus they also ignore that some of the edicts he made against the faith took down some innocent people with them. Rememeber when Maegor paid money to anyone that bringed him the scalp of a Warrior's son but most of it was of innocent people? or his severed heads that were said to be of poor fellows but most of it was of innocent smallfolk? Yeah, me too. Most of this type can be found on reddit, FB or even twitter

2. The second type is the x reader type of ficker. Most of them could be Dark romance readers and attracted to Maegor's looks (not blaming them tough) decide to insert themselves into the texts and make their relationships with Maegor the type of "Cold and dangerous guy who hates everyone but this one particular girl". This type may vary between each other because some get this really romanticized version of Maegor and others don't, so you get a lot of interpretations of this man. Once i readed a x reader post about a Yandere Maegor with a Pregnant special one that after she gave birth he did not gave a fuck about her and only had her as a baby machine an i was like...yeah, i suppose this gets really close to the cannon. Other's doesn't really vibe with being x reader but still like Maegor as a dark romance kind of guy and so they pair him with Rhaena making them a Daemon/Rhaenyra kind of relationship. You can find them here in tumblr, twitter, fb and wattpad and AO3.

3. And the third one is the ones who do not vibe with Maegor's disney-like evilness. They aknowledge he did evil things (Rhaena's character arc will never stop hurting) and they think hey, yeah, Maegor was a deeply fucked up guy but WHY was he an evil fucked up guy? They enjoy nothing more than examining him under a magnifying glass, if they could disect him and do a vivisection at him, they would do it.

Now, here is the thing, you can AND WILL find this specimen mixed because humans are not only one thing but multiple things at once. Take me as the example, i like to think Maegor was not born to usurp Aenys as most may think, but as a SUPPORT to him. but i also have an oc to do selfshipp with Maegor (Kudos to Beqqo the jester to living rent free on my mind). You can find an X reader ficker that knows Maegor was a BAD person but still enjoys him. It may vary in what spaces you are, yet, the thing that unites us is THE LOVE we have for Maegor as a character. And you may think, why do you love a character that made such horrible things? And that is a secret weapon called "Characters are tools not stances of who you are as a person", when reading Fire and Blood i don't think "DAMN George must really hate women" but as a "Well, this bad things that happen to women it is to show that feudalism and monarchy are systems where women are treated as ultimate tools to keep power and have not real power other that the one lent from men to them"

[athzhowakar]

Queen of Hidden Evils (Chapter II)

✒️ Maegor × Toxic OC wife

✒️ Summary: Lord Rosby has accepted King Maegor's marriage proposal for his widowed sister. The Rosbys arrive at the Red Keep for the wedding. Rhaena sees Maegor's new wife and feels that she needs a taste of her uncle's new wife too. (Wedding & bedding ceremony)

✒️ Trigger warning: Mature content

✒️ Previous part: Chapter I

Red Keep:

The sound of carriages and horses approached the gates of the Red Keep. The carriages finally arrived and the travellers stepped out. The herald announced, “Lord Jon Rosby and Lady Elinor Rosby, the Lord and the Lady of Rosby. Lord Rosby's sister, Lady Lucinda Rosby and his niece, Lady Prunella Stokeworth.”

The guests saw a young silver haired lady standing there to welcome them. She was dressed in a purple silk gown. The lavish dress and the ornaments made it easier for them to recognise her.

Rhaena did not really want to welcome them but Maegor insisted that she should. So as it was planned, Rhaena stood there along with her ladies-in-waiting and watched the newly arrived guests with the eyes of a hawk.

Rhaena did not know how to feel about Lucinda. Her uncle had married several women besides herself. She found Ceryse to be rather stubborn and Alys was an adulteress who tried to betray none other than Maegor himself. Tyanna was an evil sorceress and Jeyne seemed rather uninteresting. Elinor seemed to be full of hatred while lacking courage to kill Maegor herself.

However, Lucinda was not like any of them. Rhaena wondered how she must have felt when she became the cause of her husband's death and why she remained unmarried for so many years.

Rhaena saw Lucinda walking towards her. She had worn a black gown and a grey headdress which was studded with rubies. It was an odd combination of colours but nevertheless, it looked good on her. Lady Lucinda, a woman of eight and twenty years of age, was way older than Rhaena and Elinor, the only surviving wives of Maegor. There was no hint of child-like innocence on her round face. However, she was extremely beautiful in a way that no one else was. “Where was she hiding all these years?” Rhaena wondered.

Soon enough, Rhaena and Lucinda were standing face-to-face. Lucinda greeted Rhaena with a curtsy and a smile on her face.

“Your admirers don't do justice to your beauty, My Lady,” Rhaena said.

Lucinda laughed and said, “You flatter me, Your Grace. My beauty will go begging in front of your youthful face and beauty.”

Rhaena instructed one of the servants to show the guests, their chambers. She then walked to Maegor's chamber and found him wiping the sweat off his body.

Maegor looked at her and smirked. “I was sparring in the training yard. If I had known that my wife was looking for me, I would have returned earlier,” he said.

Rhaena sighed and replied, “I came here to tell you that the Rosbys have arrived. And Uncle, I saw her.”

“Whom?” Maegor asked.

“Lucinda Rosby,” Rhaena replied.

Maegor placed a necklace on her neck and kissed her ears saying, “Do not fuck her before I do.”

Rhaena snapped at him, “What makes you think that I am going to do that?”

In response, Maegor said no word and kissed Rhaena on her lips.

The wedding took place a week later. It was attended by all the Lords and Ladies of the Seven Kingdoms.

The ceremony took place in the Grand Sept atop Visenya's Hill. When it was time for the ceremony, Lucinda and Maegor stood in front of each other. Lord Rosby removed his sister's cloak and Maegor placed a cloak of his own house colours her shoulders. They took their vows and the septon declared them man and wife.

The wedding feast however, took place in the Red Keep. It was a grand feast with meat of seven kinds, fishes of five kinds and wine of eight kinds. Lucinda sat quietly at the high table beside Maegor and ate only lamb meat. Maegor noticed that his wife did not even drink a single sip of wine. He was curious but still, he did not exchange any word with her during the feast.

Rhaena seemed to be more excited about this wedding than Maegor himself. Maegor knew the reason even if others didn't. As the feast ended, she announced, “My Lords and Ladies, now it is time for the bedding ceremony.”

Everyone started shouting, “Bed them! Bed them! Bed them!”

Rhaena announced, “My Lords, you may escort Queen Lucinda to the King's chamber. My Ladies can help the King. His Grace is more than willing to go if beautiful ladies call him.”

Maegor did not know whether he was supposed to feel embarrassed or angry at Rhaena's words.

The Lords were afraid of touching Lucinda. Who knows what might incur the wrath of Maegor the Cruel? So they just accompanied her as she walked towards Maegor's chamber.

The Ladies weren't interested in disrobing Maegor either. However, Rhaena seemed unnaturally enthusiastic about that. She joked about Ser Bennard Stokeworth, Lucinda's dead husband and his paramour's death as she pinched Maegor and took off his clothing one by one.

Finally, Maegor entered his chamber in only his pants and found his fully dressed wife standing in front of him.

“The Lords weren't interested in disrobing you, it seems,” Maegor remarked.

“Mayhaps it is because, the last man who saw me naked died,” Lucinda replied with a straight face.

Maegor was slightly disturbed by that. With an awkward smile, he said, “And the women who see me naked stay alive all the time. That might have encouraged the ladies to disrobe me.”

With a scary smile on her face, which widened as she approached Maegor, Lucinda asked, “Did it really?”

“Mayhaps,” Maegor replied.

He held his wife's waist and pulled her closer. Lucinda made him sit at the edge of the bed. Then she sat on his lap. Maegor pulled her face closer by holding her chin and kissed her lips. The reciprocal was fierce and Lucinda managed to bite his lower lips and draw blood.

Lucinda's left hand glided on Maegor's bare back. Her right hand was playing with the hair on his chest.

“You seem to like my chest hair a lot,” Maegor said.

“I have never seen anyone with silver chest hair before,” Lucinda replied.

Maegor slowly untied the laces of his wife's gown. Once he was done, he was met with the sight of her milky white teats with pink nipples. Lucinda bit her lips as he began to play with her nipples.

Seeing that, Maegor squeezed her teats which made her gasp. He did that again and she bit his ear and then kissed it. She tried to stand up but Maegor pulled her back to his lap.

“Not so soon, my little berry,” Maegor said.

He started sucking her nipples and Lucinda could not stop herself from moaning. He then placed her on the bed and pulled off her gown completely. She was then fully naked in front of him. He touched the stretch marks on her belly and licked her navel.

Her cunt was properly shaved. However, Maegor could see some tiny sprouts of hair from which he could deduce that her cunt hair was black just like the hair on her head. He pinched the clitoris which made Lucinda scream.

“Your Grace! It hurts!” she screamed.

“Pleasure comes after pain, my little berry. Have patience,” he replied, laughing.

He teased it as she kept wriggling and after sometime, she shot her fluids right at him. Lucinda took heavy breaths. Maegor then left her clitoris which was sore by this point. He then proceeded to put one finger inside her cunt. It slid inside very easily. That one finger was followed by two more. Lucinda grabbed the bedsheet and her nails bore holes into it as Maegor moved his fingers in and out of her cunt. She reached her peak once again. She felt Maegor taking out the three fingers that were inside. She had thought that it was over but just then, Maegor inserted his entire hand into her cunt. She screamed so loudly that it almost burst Maegor's eardrums. But he did not care. He continued to do what he was doing. Soon enough, his wife reached her peak once again and shot a load of fluid right at him.

By this time, Maegor's bed looked so wet that a man would assume that someone had urinated on it.

Maegor took off his pants and let out his cock which looked like a snake which was ready to bite. His cock was painfully hard. He thrust it inside Lucinda's cunt and kept moving it in and out. He lifted her legs and put them on his shoulders for better access. Within no time, his wife reached her peak. Maegor tightened his grip on her thighs and quickened his pace. Lucinda had no control of her throat anymore. Her sounds of pleasure were echoing in the corridors. She screamed as she peaked again.

Maegor loosened his grip a little and taking advantage of that, she tried to pull down her legs from his shoulders. But Maegor tightened his grip, not letting her move. He kept thrusting her as deeper as he reached his own peak of pleasure and spilled his seeds into her womb. Lucinda stayed still so that his seeds may take root.

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To be continued