#my bug queen helaena targaryen

[lady-clouves]

I know it’s probably just because I missed something, but it doesn’t make any sense to me whatsoever that Alicent would marry Aegons and Helaena to each other. Alicent’s probably the most devout woman of the Faith I’ve seen in the show. Alie literally replaces all the Targaryen tapestries with ones of the Faith and puts seven pointed stars everywhere. I mean it’s literally a sin in her religion for one to marry their siblings, and I doubt she would let her children commit something that could damn them to the Seven Hells.

[alicentgwayne]

PHIA SABAN as Helaena Targaryen in House of the Dragon 1.09

[helaegons-lovechild]

If aegon is the sun and helaena is the moon are jaehaerys, jaehaera and maelor their world? The moon revolves around the earth, and both the moon and the earth revolves around the sun, finding warmth. And the sun gives it to them, it gives them light, warmth and life. During the day the sun grants its light upon the earth and during the night, the moon looks over its world, glistening even in the darkest night, with the light it borrows from the sun, and the sun never asks for anything in return. They exist in the same panel yet they never meet, their world is their middle ground, the string that connects them. And if the sun and the moon ever met, we know it would be an apocalypse.

Moon is goddess, wife of sun

[moodstabilizr]

helaena targaryen my neurodivergent queen

[tikhagurur]

i'm so ready to witness helaegon's nonexisting unofficial silent divorce

[asumi2020202]

Blessing disguised as a Curse

Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x Targaryen!reader.

A/N: After the 1st episode of season two I'm currently obsessing over Jacaerys. So, many Jacaerys stories will be uploaded as well as Aemond cuz I Love him too. Thank you for reading this fiction.

Summary: You were Alicent's daughter. Younger than the three, Aegon, Aemond and Helaena but older than Daeron. After returning from Dragonstone, Rhaenyra proposes a marriage pact between her eldest and you. A man your mother had warned you about.

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People and gatherings made you nervous. Anxiety coursed through your veins everytime someone started a conversation with you. Solitude was what you preferred. Your comfort was your sister and by some means her bugs as well.

Your mother warned you of the people that were coming back to Kings Landing. She told you to keep distance from them. Though you paid almost no mind to her words which were half controlled by your grandsire, you couldn't help but ponder about those people she talked about.

You knew them from the start before they fled to Dragonstone after taking your precious brother's eye. You had felt hatred towards them but 'what if they change?' You had thought countless of times.

You loved your siblings more than anything. Having a father only by name in the court and a stranger in the halls as he supported your half-sister with everything she had done even if it was killing someone.

You love them. You tried to be there for them through everything. You love Aegon even if was arrogant and misbehaving. You love Aemond even if he wanted revenge. You love Helaena even if she is called weird by others and is obsessed with bugs. You love Daeron even if you have almost no memory of him left.

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You were playing with little Jaehaerys and Jaehaera while Helaena was telling you more facts about bugs. She loved that her baby sister also had interest in her bugs and helps her catch them.

"Did you know that butterflies join their bodies together to reproduce?" Helaena asks you meeting your gaze.

"Really? I used to think they flap their wings together." You reply as you played with Jaehaerys while little Jaehaera sat on your lap.

"Hmm. The male butterfly often dies soon after they mate." Helaena spoke as her gaze shifted back on her embroidery.

"So then the female butterfl-" you were going to reply when the doors opened to reveal your mother.

Both you and Helaena looked up at her while the children were escorted away by the maids. " They have landed. Remember what I have told you my sweelings. Be on your best behaviours." Alicent spoke.

"Yes mother we understand " you replied speaking for both you and your sister. Alicent left the room after nodding at you.

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After meeting with her daughters, Alicent left their room. A maid informed her that Princess Rhaenyra had wanted to meet with her.

Alicent let the maid guide her to the room where Rhaenyra was present. When they reached the place, the maid opened the door to let the Queen inside.

Alicent was met with Rhaenyra. She could tell just by the looks that Rhaenyra was pregnant.

"It has been too long since we were granted the chance to converse" Alicent spoke, breaking the silence.

"Indeed it has been. I know you were busy with the royal matters at hand, so I asked for you at a time when you would be free." Rhaenyra replied looking into Alicent's eyes.

"Is there any important matter that you wish to discuss with me?" Alicent asked.

"Yes, there is one actually. The rift between us has lived far too long. I propose a marriage pact. My son Jacaerys will inherit the Iron Throne after me. Let my son and your youngest daughter be betrothed together so they shall rule together.

We are one family. And long before that we were close friends." Rhaenyra said and looked at Alicent for an answer.

"I sh-" Alicent was going to speak but Rhaenyra interjected.

"This marriage will help us reconcile with each other." She said.

"I shall think of it and give you your answer after the feast tonight." Alicent replied. "Thank you your grace." Rhaenyra smiled at her.

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Alicent had requested an audience with her father after meeting Rhaenyra to discuss about the marriage.

"Father I can't just sacrifice my child." Alicent pleaded. "I know Alicent but this marriage can help us take the throne and make Aegon the king." Otto reasoned.

"Tell Rhaenyra that you agree to this proposal. If y/n is married to her son then it will be easier to control them. When the throne is returned to the rightful heir, it will be easier to prevent war." Otto continued.

Alicent feeling defeated, agreed to her father's request.

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You were in your sister's chambers, waiting for her to get finished dressing up so you both could attend the feast together.

Your dress was simple yet the details on it were impressive. It was was a navy blue dress with golden details. It made you look ethereal.

When Helaena was done, the both of you left the chambers together. Holding tightly onto the hands of your sister as the maids escorted you to the feast hall.

All were seated at the table only getting up when Viserys arrived before sitting down again.

You were seated on the right side of Helaena as Aegon sat on her left. Aemond sat at the end of the table. Rhaena and Baela sat on your right. Starting small conversations which you could connect to and laugh with them.

You were trying hard to not feel nervous. You couldn't really face upfront only talking to Rhaena, Baela and Helaena.

Jacaerys had never thought you to be so beautiful over the years. When he first saw you after the years, he hadn't believed it was you. Only five and ten yet you were the most beautiful lady in his eyes. He had seen you accidentally when he was watching Aemond train, you stood in your balcony gazing at the sky. It was he who actually reasoned with his mother to marry you to him.

He couldn't take his eyes off of you during the feast. The way the dress showed your curves. The way you white hair was style. The necklace on your neck. He was in love.

You on the other hand couldn't even meet his gaze after what your mother told you.

'His brother took your brother's eye, who knows if one day he comes and decides to bring harm to us as well.' she had said.

Jace got up, walking upto you. Lending his hand forward, asking for a dance. You looked at your mother who just nodded. After which you had accepted his hand.

He led you to the side. The music had started. As you both started to dance. He didn't seem so bad. He seemed gentle, offering you bright smiles to which you just gave some small ones.

He looked different. Different than how your mother described him. Ruthless, arrogant, selfish and such.

After the feast, when the children went to their designated chambers, Alicent told Rhaenyra that she had accepted the marriage proposal. That she would try to forget the past and reconcile with her.

The two women decided that they shall break the news to the children and the king next morning, bidding each other a good night.

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You woke early as usual. Your maids had prepared you for the day. A knock on the door took your attention.

It was Jace.

The one who you felt some type of attachment to after the previous feast. He stood infront of your door as he said "Our mothers have requested an audience with us at the King's chambers. I was asked to inform you and take you to them."

"Very well then my prince, let us leave at once." You replied, getting up from your seat and walking down the corridor with him.

'My prince?' oh how sweet it sounded coming from your mouth. But he didn't want 'my prince', he wanted 'husband'.

He knew why they both were called, his mother told him yesterday night before he fell asleep. That the two would be married soon.

Upon arrival at the King's chambers, you greeted your mother, Rhaenyra and the king.

"Ah you've arrived. Do sit. Your mother and I have agreed on something and we wish for your answer as well." Rhaenyra said giving a smile while holding hands with Alicent like she used to when they were children.

You nodded your head as a sign for her to continue speaking.

"We have decided that you and my son Jace shall be betrothed together for the harmony of our family. Your mother has agreed and so has Jace but I wish for your answer." Rhaenyra finished her saying.

"It is a most judicious proposition. Wouldn't you agree daughter?" King Viserys who was resting in his armchair spoke up.

You looked at your mother, who stared at you and offered a smile and then to Jacaerys who looked around your face to find any kind of rejection.

You looked up at Rhaenyra, anxiety flaring through and spoke "if it can help the family be whole again and please my mother then I shall agree."

Rhaenyra's face brightened as did Jace's. Alicent only nodded.

"Well then. I believe we can start with the preparations right away." Rhaenyra said getting up to hold your hands as you looked up to her.

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"You've warned me my entire life about them mother, and now you simply marry me off to him. I don't get you." You spoke to your mother calmly.

"Sweetling, I know it is difficult for you but it is for the greater good. It is to uphold the realm and make peace." Alicent reasoned while placing her hand on your face.

No other word was spoken as you went back to your chambers.

You liked Jacaerys after the events of last night but you couldn't help but worry about what your mother told you. You couldn't help but worry about your siblings, you would have to leave your home and go to Dragonstone with them.

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Three days since that day, your wedding was held. You and Jace cut your lips and the your palms. Holding your hands together, you both drank from the same cup with your other hands. The septa reciting the vows the both of you had to take.

Your families bear witness of the event. Of the love that was to blossom.

After the feast that was held, you left for your now shared chambers in the red keep.

Jacaerys came in a moment after you. You felt nervous. It was your first night together. As if a miracle, he sense your nervousness.

"Is something bothering you dear wife? You even left the feast early." He asked softly not to startle you.

Wife. Oh how you knew you will love him just from how that word slipped from his mouth.

"It is nothing lord husband. It's just that I don't fare well in gatherings. I find solace in solitude." You reply back.

"Well I hope that from now on I can be your solace." Jacaerys replied with his bright smile as he came closer to you. Your chest almost touching his lower chest.

He was tall. You had tilt your head up to meet him. You didn't move aside as he cupped your cheeks and looked at your for permission.

As you nodded, he took the sign and kissed you. You both had consummated that night for the first time.

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The day came when you had to leave with them to Dragonstone. You would eventually come back when Rhaenyra would be crowned.

You stood before your siblings and parents, kissing the cheeks of your siblings. "Will you come back soon?"

"Of course my little cuddle bears." You said as you crouched down to meet the level of your nephew and niece.

You climbed on top of your dragon, Moonfyre as they all bid you farewell. You heart saddened as you thought that Helaena would be alone now with Aegon ignoring her. Aemond might not even apply his ointments properly. And your mother.. would be lonely.

Moonfyre sensed your worry and sadness, letting out a low groan. She was as beautiful as the night. A white dragon whose color slowly went from white to grey. Eyes as bright as the moon, earning her name when she hatched.

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Viserys was dead. It had been moons since you left. A raven had informed Rhaenyra that her half brother Aegon had usurped the throne.

The weight of the matter forced her to go in labor. Her child was a stillborn. It pained her. You knew it tore her from the inside but she had to focus one the matters at hand.

Ser Eryyk had came with the crown of King Jaehaerys I. Daemon crowned her as the queen as all bowed. Otto came to make peace with them which resulted in rejection straight up in his face.

She sent her sons to earn the favor of other houses.

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"Y/n" you heard her call you from the back as stood near the stairs of Dragonstone, gazing at the sea.

"Come walk with me" she told you. As you both went down the stairs to the beach, you both had a gentle conversation.

"Do you wish to switch sides? I would not blame you if you do for they are your family." Rhaenyra spoke.

"All my life, I've seen them being neglected. By both father and mother. I was their and still am their comfort source.

Aegon always told me that he will not sit the iron throne. He told me that being a king will only hold him down in one place, and that he wishes to fly free like a dragon." You pause, looking at her eyes while gently holding her hand before continuing.

"And now they tell me that he has Usurped the throne. That he is now the king and that he now rules. That doesn't seem like the Aegon i know." You told her as she looked at you and nodded her head.

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You stood in the middle of Rhaena and Baela as see someone tell Rhaenyra a few words as she broke down.

She turned around, her eyes filled with rage and sorrow.

Lucerys was dead. Vhagar attacked him.

You felt helpless. Did your brother intentionally kill the Heir to Driftmark? You knew he had a deep hatred for Lucerys for taking his eye. But he wouldn't go as far as to kill him.

A raven had been sent to Jacaerys, informing him of the news. You couldn't face the queen. She knew you were innocent but that cannot pardon the sin of your brother.

You had began to open up but now your alone again. The little child seeking solitude. Hiding from people.

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A raven had arrived, delivering a letter to you. It was from the Red Keep. It was Aegon.

Dear Sister,

I know what has been done cannot be changed, but Aemond didn't actually wanted to kill Luke. It was grandsire. He got in his head like mother. He lost control over Vhagar.

I don't wish to rule. They told me that inorder for Rhaenyra to rule, she would have to kill us. That she would kill us all to secure the throne for her and her son. Grandsire said the same thing to Mother the other day, I had overheard it.

This war shouldn't happen. It will tear all of us apart. We are not the enemy of the blacks nor are they ours. Our enemy is Otto Hightower. He wants to rule the kingdom indirectly by being the hand.

Tell our half sister that we must work together. That I am willing to lay down my throne. She will be the Protector of the Realm. I know this is a crucial time for you but stay safe.

-Yours truly

Aegon.

You didn't know what to say. You were Alicent's daughter, who would believe you. They might consider you a traitor as well. You clutched the letter to your chest.

You walls finally broke. You broke down on the bed. It was him from the beginning. Otto Hightower. Anger and pain surrounded you. You cried as you brought your knees to your chest and hid your face there.

The door slowly opened which you hadn't noticed. It was Jacaerys. He had a melancholy look in his eyes as well as of guilt and hatred.

He hated seeing you cry. His Lady Wife. He gently put his head on your back. You looked up to meet his gaze with a tearful look.

The way he looked broke your heart. He looked used and betrayed. You got up and met his gaze again never letting go of the letter.

"Lord husband-" you started but he shakes his head as a no.

"Don't. Don't speak." He tried to say it normally but it came out cold as he walked towards the desk in your room to perhaps look for something.

"Please listen to me. He is innocent. I got a ra-" You started again but got cut off.

""Innocent?! He killed my brother! How can you possibly call him innocent?! My brother went as a messager. He vowed not to fight and Your Brother!..... Took advantage of that!" He screamed at you. For the first time. You had never seen him so angry even when your brothers teased him. He looked at you with hatred.

Tears flooded your vision again. He had never raised his voice at you. You knew it was due to the loss of his brother but that didn't hurt any less.

"I understand your pain. But you must listen to me! At least once hus-" you reasoned which angered him further.

"How can you understand My pain?! T'is I who lost my brother not you. And whats there to listen to? That your brother killed him accidentally?!

Tell me. Were you also a part of this? I truly thought you had loved me. But it seems you're the same as well!" He shouted again coming closer to you.

"I truly do love you. Please believe me!" Your tears flowed freely.

"No you don't. Tell me... Was this marriage also a scheme of you and your family?! Shut up, just shut up for once!"

Your eyes went wide. He wanted you to shut up. You were bothering him. He doubted your love for him. His own eyes widened a bit when he realised what he said. He left the chambers in a hurry not wanting to discuss about this further.

Your chest felt tight. You couldn't breathe properly. You had trouble while trying to inhale the air.

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As Jacaerys left the chambers, he felt as if his clothes were too tight for his body. He saw Baela and Rhaena bringing your food to your chambers like they have been since the day they received the news of Luke.

They nodded at him as he reciprocated.

As they went inside the chambers, a scream could be heard. Possibly from Baela. It could be heard from all the corners of the castle.

Jace heard it before anyone else as his heart stopped. He rushed straight back to the shared room as he saw Baela cradling your unconscious, small form to her chest while Rhaena panicked and told the maids to call for the maesters.

His breathing stopped as he saw his mother and Princess Rhaenys enter the room along with the maester and maids. His mother looked at him as his eyes filled with tears.

First he lost Lucerys he can't lose you too. He didn't mean anything he said.

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Jacaerys paced around the hall infront of your room. He watched as Rhaena guided his little brother Joffery to his room. Joffery was fond of you which warmed Jace's heart.

As the maesters came out both he and Rhaenyra stood up.

"How is she?" He asked them.

"She has a heavy fever. It possibly happened due to excessive stress. She must have bed rest. " The maesters spoke before leaving.

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It had been 2 days. You were yet to wake up. Moonfyre's cries and wails could be heard from everywhere. She was uncomfortable. Her bonded sister was not well and she could sense it.

Jace held your hand as he apologized over and over again. His tears wetting the sheets.

Your eyes slowly opened. Adjusting to the bright light. Jace looked up to see you now wide awake, trying to sit up.

"No no lay down. You need rest. The maester said you were stressed." He said. His voice quivering.

"Don't cry. I understand your part. I'm sorry I am not what you wish for. I know you wouldn't want to be with a murderer's sister. Hence I give you full permission to take a second wife." You gently said while looking at him.

"No shut up." He said lowly not believing what you said. "I didn't mean anything I said that day. I am sorry." He spoke.

You looked out the window remembering the last time he had asked you to shut up. Tears again filled your eyes which you blinked away but Jace noticed.

"My love i didn't mean it that way. Please believe me." He pleaded shaking his head as held your hand tight.

News spreads fast in the castle. A maid had informed the rest that you were awake. Daemon was with Caraxes and lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys were somewhere on the beach.

Rhaenyra, Rhaena and Baela came to the your chambers. The sisters came beside you as they held onto your hand.

Even though you were the daughter of their enemy, they loved you. You were different.

Rhaenyra looked at her son before turning her gaze to you. She felt disappointed in her son after she learned about the argument.

You asked Rhaena for the letter kept on your bedside table as your body was too weak to move. You probably need a few more weeks to be healthy again.

You asked her to give it Rhaenyra.

As Rhaenyra opened the letter and read it's contents, she felt clueless. She didn't realise the state of the other side. Her companion was manipulated from the start.

She held your hand and gave you a sad look. She handed the letter to Jace as she thought that he should read it as well.

His heart broke. You tried to tell him everything but he refused to listen. You tried to explain everything but he only badmouthed you.

Rhaenyra promised you that Otto Hightower will be punished and that none of your siblings would be harmed.

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Calling of your name came from two bubbly voice as they ran to you. You crouched down and opened your arms. The force of your nephew and niece's weight made you fall flat on your butt.

Jacaerys smiled as he saw the reunion. Infront of him stood your four siblings whom you kissed on the cheeks and hugged after getting up.

It was Rhaenyra's official coronation day. Otto Hightower was beheaded for his schemes against the crown.

Rhaenyra and Alicent were finally together again after Rhaenyra found Daemon with Nettles.

All of the royal family stood as King Jaehaerys' crown was placed upon her head. All gave their respects to their first queen.

Jacaerys held your hand tight as he smiled at you which you reciprocated.

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As night fell over kings landing, you and Jace retired to your new shared chambers.

"Husband. Join me in bed." You requested. Your body glowing in your night gown because of the moonlight.

"Of course avy jorrāelan." Jace replied as he climbed on top of the bed and over your body, pinning you down.

He kissed you passionately as one of your hand cupped his face while the other held onto his neck for support.

His naked chest glowed like yours in the moonlight.

"You are most precious thing I have my love." He said as pulled away from your lips.

"And you, my lord husband, came in my life like a blessing disguised as a curse." You said as you both looked at each other and hungrily kissed each other.

The two of slept a long time after consummating the entire night.

He truly did came in your life like a Blessing disguised as a Curse.....

[yandereunsolved]

Hello yan, bae its me who gave the isekai reader.

What if instead of isekai reader who is in a panicky state just matched The Cannibal's vibe, matching energy since riders and dragons at the least had some semblance.

Intimidating menace dragon with an equally intimidating, despite being short,menace rider.

Reader: Khan, fetch *pointing at the knight who pissed them off*

Cannibal who responds to the nickname: *roars before chasing the poor guy*

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Aegon: you have a dragon that belongs to the house targayen give them back to us

Reader: boy make me

Aegon: I am no boy! I'm the king! And you shall bow before me

Reader: you're a bitch I was trying to be nice

Aegon:...

Thank you for the idea. I definitely love it. The Cannibal and reader being feral together is so much fun.

Here's my addition—

All of the Targaryens would immediately see reader as a threat. They would also be interested.

'Who is this man!?' kinda vibe.

Some would become obsessed with them because of the power they hold. Others would see them as a beacon of safety and hope.

🐉

The Cannibal loves Helaena because you like her. She's so sweet to you. She shows you all of her bugs and info dumps to you. The Cannibal is just sitting around the both of you. The fierce beast is ready to burn anyone who dares interrupt your time with her.

He also loves Dreamfyre. She's one of few dragons he can stand.

You giving her basic human decency causes her to obsess over you.

Helaena: "What do you want from me?"

Reader "Wot :?"

Helaena: "You're so cold with everyone else. Everyone fears your anger. You're so nice to me."

Reader: "That's because I enjoy spending time with you! I just want to hear your thoughts and have a friend."

Helaena: nose bleeds. "R-Really?" passes out.

🐉

Aegon II is jealous. Only because he's attracted to you, but you aren't attracted to him. He's needed a new plaything and you'd be perfect for it! You're so dom. It makes him salivate like a starved dragon.

Aegon II: "Darling—"

Reader: "No."

Every attempt by you is rebuffed. Even Cannibal has distaste for him.

He does what he does best. He threatens you and uses his power to make you bend the knee.

You have one dragon.

He rules seven kingdom and has many more.

🐉

Nyra is attracted to your fierceness. She recognizes it in herself. You feel like an escape for her. So naturally she becomes infatuated. She is a queen.

She tries her best to acquaint herself with you. She knows making friends with Cannibal is the biggest test.

Does Cannibal like her? Does he not?

[alicentofhightower]

widow

pairing: helaena targaryen x maid!reader

synopsis: helaena yearns for more insects to cradle, and you are all too willing to add to her collection.

includes: pre-b&c helaena but post aegon’s coronation, just cute lil crushes, fluff

wc: 1232

a/n: hiiii!! i wrote this for a twitter oomf so if u see this i hope u like it <3 this might be a bit ooc bc this is my first time writing for her but i tried lmao

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Perhaps it was a bit stupid for you to be so afraid of insects while you worked in such a large castle, but the thought of little spiders crawling around frightened you nonetheless. The Red Keep was a monstrous thing, with halls seemingly never ending and chambers large enough to house an entire family. It was only natural for such little creatures to infest it.

You’d never understood why Helaena was so fond of them. Out of all of the royal family, she was the one you were closest to. Many of the other maids you worked with whispered of what a strange woman the Queen was, with her peculiar mumblings and odd tastes, but she was the sweetest woman you’d ever met.

A Targaryen dragonrider, she was, the mother of the heir to the Iron Throne and King Aegon’s only daughter, but she was so gentle. You suppose it was only logical you’d developed a crush alike to a green boy’s on her. Helaena had always had an aversion to touch, but you were the only one she allowed to braid her hair, and sometimes her fingers would trace indecipherable shapes on the back of your hand. You wondered what they meant.

“I’d like for more little bugs,” she tells you one day while you braid her hair. Wavy and soft, it was, befitting one of her station. “They are my only company when the children are at their lessons. I enjoy hearing their whispers.” You fight the urge to raise a brow at that, knowing Helaena’s wisdom often presented itself in riddles.

She sat on a velvet-cushioned chair in front of her vanity, adorning a blue dress matching Dreamfyre’s scales and a silver-chained necklace. Nimble fingers play with her wedding ring as you finish up, and it’s clear she’s making an effort to sit up straight. She’d never had good posture, but she’d try for you.

You place your hands on her shoulders as you bend to the level of her ear. The feel of them is purposely light and feathery, meant to make it easy for her to brush them off if she so desires. “Mayhaps you might ask your lord husband for more,” You say, your tone tender as always.

“He does not take interest in what I do.” Her words are simple and to the point. That was always how she spoke of Aegon. Then, she turns to face you, a small smile fixed on her face. The way the light from the window illuminates her face makes her resemble an angel.

She places her hand on top of where yours rests on her shoulder, squeezing it lightly. “Thank you,” she says sincerely, then smooths out the wrinkles of her periwinkle gown and stands. You find yourself getting lost in the deep blue of her eyes, ever so alluring.

Only a moment later, you snap out of it, bowing your head to her and leaving the room with haste. It was improper for a person of your standing to carry such intimate affections for a royal woman, nevermind the fact that you were one yourself. Yet, you could not force yourself to ignore the thought that had come to you — to get Helaena more of her little bugs.

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Your attempts to suppress your fears do not work. You find yourself asking yourself why you’re even putting yourself through this much trouble for just a few bugs, but you shrug it off and keep going.

You barely even recognize the hall you’re in, and you can’t remember the last time you’ve been here. You grip your scarlet skirts closer to you with one hand and grasp the candle tightly in the other, letting out a shaky sigh that echoes through the corridor.

You’re here with one goal in mind: get Helaena her silly spider, then run to her chambers so you never have to hold it again. To touch such a wretched thing will disgust you, no doubt, but it is worth it if it is for her. Thoughts of its impropriety are repressed yet again when you bend down to get a look at the stone floor.

It’s repulsive. What seems like thousands of thick cobwebs cover the parts of the stone by the wall, waiting to be stepped on by a group of nobles on the morrow. How do they come so fast? You do not wish to know the answer.

Swallowing down a dramatic shudder, you extend your hand, palm up, in search of an insect you think Helaena will take a liking to. You’re careful with the torch you hold, tilting it down to get a closer look at the sight before you.

There’s a little army of them, it seems, though they’re all spread out. A black widow catches your eye almost immediately, and it almost looks like its beady eyes are staring right through you. Like there’s someone behind you.

You whip your head around, but there’s no one there. “Come on, sweet thing,” You whisper, but it’s mostly to yourself rather than to the little recluse you grab speedily. You cannot fight the yelp that escapes from your throat when you feel its legs poking around in the gaps between your closed fingers.

You practically run up the steps towards where the royal chambers are after that, ignoring the piercing stares you receive from the other maids, the guards, and the noblemen alike. Fuck them, you think, ignoring the fact you’re going to repent at the Sept later for utilizing such a foul word, this is for the Queen.

Quite rudely, you realize later, you burst through the doors of Helaena’s chambers and feel a wave of guilt when you see how she startles at the noise of it. She’d always been sensitive to loud interruptions.

“Your grace,” you squeak, almost wincing at the tone of your voice. Helaena sets her embroidery hoop aside, and you can’t help but notice how similar the spider in it looks to the one in your palm. Wide eyes study you as you move to sit on the floor beside her. It’s far more clean than the hallway.

Gentle hands reach for yours. “What’s the matter?” She asks, always so empathetic, and her lips part in surprise when she sees the bug you hold. Never had you spoken of it to her, probably not wishing to offend her somehow, but she’d always known of your aversion to such critters.

She reaches for it herself, smiling softly at the feeling of its tiny legs crawling over her wrist. Gasping, as if realizing what you’ve done for her, she sets the thing in one of the empty cages behind her and turns her full attention to you. “Thank you,” she says sincerely. “You did not have to.”

“You said it yourself, my Queen. You required more of them, did you not?”

Her cheeks flush at that, a rare sight. Gingerly, almost afraid that you’ll pull away in repulsion of her touch, she places a kiss onto your temple. An honor, you’ll realize later, knowing of her usual unwillingness when it comes to physical touch.

A tentative finger traces the lines of your palm. Her eyes are still fixed on you. “…I’ve never had someone care so much for what I desire,” She admits, “or mine own interests.”

Suddenly, she interlaces her fingers with yours. “Will you stay?”

[useralba]

marriage pact

helaena targaryen x jacaerys velaryon

synopsis: in times of uncertainty, rhaenyra and alicent strike a marriage pact to end the dance of dragons in fear of losing any more children. helaena and jacaerys marry, and the realm is all the better for it — as are jace and helaena, who, oddly enough; have never been happier.

warnings: nothing grim or nsfw. simply fluff.

authors note: what could've been :(( - old draft, needed to be posted or burnt, choosing the latter was too tiresome.

the humming, quaint symphony of insects filled the king and queens chambers as she knelt on the floor contently, an emerald beetle crawling over her soft palms as she smiled softly to herself. helaena’s smile only grew as she observed the critter, noting how its shell gleamed in the candlelight in a similiar way to her husbands dragon, vermax. “you missed supper,” a warm, familiar voice spoke softy from the doorway, his statement more of a question as jacaerys watched helaena, a glint of concern in his brown eyes.

helaena glanced over her shoulder, bashfulness written across her porcelain features as she gently stood up, careful to not drop her favourite beetle as she silently walked over to jacaerys, unable to bring herself to meet his intent gaze. “look,” she gently wrapped her fingers around his hand, placing the tiny viridian beast into his rough palm, “he looks like vermax, doesn’t he?” she asked, leaning into his side unintentionally as she anxiously shifted on the balls of her feet, wringing her hands together as she met his eyes.

a large smile spread across his face; the look of upmost adoration swirling within his eyes as he looked down between her and the beetle she seemed so fond of, “he does, although I hope he does not breathe fire, too.” helaena giggled quietly at his weak attempt of a joke, he always did that; tried to make her laugh, and he’d make himself look like some jester of fleabottoms taverns before he would see her frown, no matter the personal expense to his ego. helaena kept her fingers wrapped around his wrist as she led him over to sit on the floor as she had moments ago, he did as she wordlessly instructed, sitting down cross legged as she knelt before him, their faces level-height with her table covered in various golden cages of all shapes and sizes, storing a multitude of vastly different species of insects and critters.

“where does this one live?” jace asked sweetly, holding his palm out to helaena for her take his little ‘vermax’ home. she did so quietly, cooing softly at the critter as she closed the metallic cage. jace laid his hands in his lap, attention returning to helaena, who had her head propped up by her hands as she rested her elbows on the table, staring lovingly at every individual bug she owned.

“why were you absent from supper?” jace inquired gently, his voice and hands soft as they reached out to his wife. she turned her head to him, a small hint of a frown tugged at the corners of her lips as she shrugged, violet eyes finding solace on the intricately woven tapestry strung up on the wall behind jace, one he had made specifically for her to remind her of him when he was gone up north to visit cregan or busy attending the kings respective duties.

“I did not want to go.” she whispered as if it were obvious, his eyebrows knit together, raising momentarily in understanding, “because your brothers were here?” her subtle nod, and the way her shoulders slumped in relief at how he understood her without prying for an elaboration caused a large exhale to emit from her.

“a wise decision, my love — next time I may join you in your absence, I was close to taking aemonds remaining eye, the way he spoke about luke.” jacaerys continued to rant idly about his day, oftentimes rambling into tangents entirely unrelated to his main point of speaking. halaena did not mind at all, she remained knelt infront of him as he sat, holding his hands in her lap lovingly as the whisper of her touch traced the creases and scars on his palms, on occasion placing a bug in his hands and suppressing her giggle as jace scarcely seemed to notice.

“and here I am, treated like the coddled princling by my mother — she forgets I am the king now, it’s humiliating.” he let out a large, exuberant exhale as he finished talking, looking to helaena for consolation; it appeared through her body language as though she hadn’t listened to a thing, but jace knew her better than anyone, and silently awaited her answer. “nobody else thinks that of you, jace. and your mother means well, she is not cruel — she’s just afraid of losing her eldest son to change.”

he nodded, his lips curling slightly as he let out a relieved, heavy breath he had been holding in all week as he succumbed to the expected stress that comes with ruling seven kingdoms while he was separated from helaena. he leant forward, his hands softly cupping her face, “you and that mind of yours.” he said through a smile before pressing a grateful, loving kiss to her forehead before standing up. halaena’s pale face was dusted a light pink at his appreciative praise, placing the back of her hand to her cheek to try shield her smitten grin from him.

“which reminds me — I got you something,” jace said with a small groan as he cracked his back from sitting in the same position for so long, walking idly over to his cloak, beckoning helaena to stand by the mirror with a subtle tilt of his head. halaena mirrored his tilted head, in confusion however, her white eyebrows furrowing as she stood, walking awkwardly backwards to the mirror with suspicion, clasping her hands together out of a concoction of anxiety and excitement; a feeling of normalised by helaena.

she turned to face the mirror, looking at herself with a small frown as she grew self conscious, raking her hands through her ethereal hair and pinching her cheeks for a natural blush, hoping jacaerys would think she was pretty; the mean, teasing remarks spat by aegon and the judgmental looks shot by aemond in their youth formed a tight, painful mould in which every ounce of her self esteem was belittled and squeezed into something miniscule — until jacaerys. from the first moment their betrothal was announced, he had treated her with the upmost respect and looked at her with a genuine kindness and sincerity she had never encountered in the harsh gaze of men before.

now that they were married, his kindness had only amplified, and the croaking self doubt that he didn’t truly want this, or want her, had slowly crept into silence at the back of her mind with every moment jacaerys spent with her. unlike her mangy brother, no matter how agitating the craw of alicent and Rhaenrya were in asking when he would suffice his own heirs; he never put his own tasks or masculine urges before helaena’s comfortability and happiness. while the realm expected him to produce heirs, he produced something the realm hadn’t seen in two decades; a content helaena targaryen.

he slowly pryed her open, across months of amiable dragon riding, conversing about whatever insects fascinated her that week, and truly listening to her strange, forlorn dreams; helaena opened herself up to jace, their marriage had bloomed political and rigid, and through jacaerys efforts and patience, had blossomed into a reciprocated pact of trust, incomparable respect and true adoration. this much was evident when helaena of all people was the first of the two to bring up the topic of heirs — in her own way of course. “do you think our son would want insects everywhere, or would he fear them.” jace short-circuited, and mentally debated whether or not he had infact heard her right. but as she looked to him expectantly, a shy look in her doe-like eyes, he knew he had succeeded in winning the dreamer over.

that was no different from now, she loved him more than she had loved anything else; even dreamfyre, something she deemed impossible. but as he sauntered over to stand behind her as she looked at him in the mirror, she accepted it was true, truer than any vision or dream she conjured, truer than everything that had been presented to her throughout her life out of ‘love’ by alicent, or any of her relatives who shared the emerald-stained blood of her matriarch.

jacaerys noticed how her chest rose and fell heavily, the way she picked at her fingernails anxiously as her mother did. he reached around her front to gently pry apart her fingers from eachother, his gaze locked onto hers in the mirror, “do you trust me?” he spoke calmly in her ear, his dark curls brushing her neck from how his head hovered over her shoulder.

“yes.” helaena affirmed quietly, appearing visibly more comfortable as he placed a reassuring hand on her elbow, his thumb rubbing the dark blue velvet dress covering her skin momentarily before retracting his hands, pulling a small silver necklace from his cloak and gently reaching around her neck to place it on her, his eyes faltering in self confidence for a moment, worried she may not like it.

helaena released a small gasp, a ghost of a smile gracing her features as she looked at the necklace in the mirror. “do you like it?” jace asked, chuffed as he observed the look of pure, unabashed glee that painted her features as her nimble fingers reached up to touch the strangely familiar valyrian necklace. “this was rhaenyra’s.” she stated with an excited, honoured gasp. he nodded, placing his hands absentmindedly on her hips as he rested his chin on her shoulder, “yes, daemon gave it to her out of love, my mother sought I may do the same.”

helaena’s face was immediately taken over by a large, beaming smile as she spun around to face him, throwing her arms around him in a tight embrace; unsure how to thank him equivalently to his gifts specialty and individuality which could only found in the ash and ruin of what was left of old valyria. a surprised huff of laughter left the man as his arms snaked the entirety of her waist, hugging her tightly before she pulled away to look at him, her hands now finding reprieve in fiddling nervously with the red gemstone in her necklace rather than the reddened nail beds of her fingers.

“I do not know what I can give you in return.” helaena whispered breathlessly, jace’s hands remained holding her close to him by her waist, a near amused grin toying at his lips as he shook his head, “remain happy, and remain mine — that is all I ask in return.” he smiled at her shy nod before leaning down, pressing a gentle, explorative kiss to her lips; smiling into the kiss out of surprise as she braced her hands against his chest, leaning up on her toes to kiss him more before she pulled away, shy and unable to meet his eyes once more.

the royal chambers were once more filled with the serene, continuous hum of insects; now paired with the quiet chatter and hushed giggles of the king and queen of westeros for the remaining hours of dusk. there was not a doubt in the whole of westeros’ minds that the dowager queen rhaenyra had made the correct choice in this marriage pact to end the war; and by dawn, ravens arrived across the kingdoms in celebration of the queen helaena’s pregnancy, affirming the long and prosperous reign of the targaryens and the close avoidance of the second doom of the last blood of valyria.

[bookishcarmela]

Dark Desires

pairings: jacaerys velaryon x targ!reader, aemond targaryen x targ!reader

synopsis: Princess Y/n, the eldest daughter of Daemon and Laena Targaryen, faces a tumultuous life after her mother's death. Her father marries Rhaenyra Targaryen, and Y/n is betrothed to Rhaenyra's eldest son, Jacaerys. Over time, Y/n and Jacaerys grow to love each other deeply. However, their lives are thrown into turmoil when Y/n unexpectedly reunites with her cousin, Aemond igniting new emotions. As the threat of war looms, Y/n grapples with her feelings and the competing demands of love, duty to her family, and her betrothal to Jacaerys. She must navigate this emotional and political minefield to find her true path amidst the chaos.

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Chapter 2: Kings landing

The morning was crisp and clear as Y/n, Baela, and Rhaenys mounted their dragons and took to the skies, flying towards King's Landing. The flight was swift, the city’s walls appearing on the horizon faster than Y/n anticipated. They descended towards the Dragonpit, the familiar sprawl of the Red Keep coming into view.

Upon landing, they were greeted by the dragon keepers and a knight of the Kingsguard. The dragon keepers moved swiftly, tending to Meleys, who went without issue or fuss. However, Silverwing growled and snapped at the keepers, causing Y/n to let out an amused huff. As they turned away, she heard the dragon keeper’s commanding voice, "Arlī, Silverwing!" The dragon begrudgingly followed the command.

The white-cloaked knight stepped forward and addressed Rhaenys. “The queen will greet you in the small council, my lady. A servant will show the princesses to their rooms.”

Rhaenys nodded, and with a final glance at her granddaughters, she followed the knight towards the Keep. Arya and Baela separated from their grandmother, led by a servant through the hallways of the Red Keep.

As they walked, Y/n noted the changes. The art on the walls had been altered to reflect Queen Alicent's tastes, replacing lively Targaryen imagery with bland colors and the seven-pointed star of the Faith of the Seven.

"Seven hells, are we in the Keep or the Sept?" Baela whispered, disgust evident on her face.

Arya let out a chuckle. "I guess the queen prefers her art as dull as her personality."

The walk to their chambers was quick. They reached Y/n's room first, with Baela’s room only a few doors down the hall. Y/n told the servant, “Summon the maids to run a bath,” and then entered her chamber.

The room was just as she remembered, mostly unchanged since her childhood visits. It had been unused since her last visit three years ago. They rarely came to the capital, especially after the incident with Aemond. The last time she was here was right after the birth of her youngest brother, Viserys. It was a short visit, no longer than a fortnight.

The capital always felt odd to Y/n. She never had friends here; it was such an unfamiliar place. Jace and Luke were there, of course, but they were either in their studies or practicing with her father. Baela was with their grandmother back on Driftmark, and Rhaena preferred dancing and playing the harp to running around exploring with Arya.

Her cousins weren't any better company. Aegon was always drunk and bothering serving girls. Helaena was kind but shy, keeping mostly to herself. Y/n had fond memories of sitting in the gardens with Helaena, who showed her various bugs and plants. Daeron, closer to Y/n’s age by just a year, was sweet and liked exploring. Then there was Aemond.

Aemond was always strange to Y/n, but she supposed she would be strange too if she had lost her eye at ten. They met on the day of her mother’s funeral. Y/n remembered sitting alone, watching the waves when he came to her. They sat in silence, not needing to speak.

When Vhagar’s large shadow flew over them, she saw the entranced look on his face. He watched Vhagar fly until she disappeared into the clouds. Y/n had asked if he had a dragon, and he had shot her a distrusting look, grumbling, “No,” his face turning red with embarrassment. As he got up to leave, Y/n spoke softly, “If you want her, that's okay.”

He looked back at her, puzzled. “Vhagar will not take you as her rider if you're not worthy. You can't take her by force. Vhagar was my mother’s dragon, and she was one of the best dragon riders to live.”

He kept looking at her with that odd expression before saying, “When I claim Vhagar, then maybe we can fly together one day.”

She smiled at him, cheeks dusted with pink, and said, “That would be nice.” He left, and for the first time in weeks, Y/n thought about something other than her mother.

That night, she woke to the sound of screaming and rushed out of her room. She would never forget that night. When she rushed into the throne room of High Tide, the first face she saw was Aemond’s, the maester stitching up his eye, blood everywhere. Their eyes met, and she froze, seeing the fear and hurt in his remaining eye.

Nothing was quite the same after that. During their visits, Aemond made himself scarce, always training with Ser Criston or riding Vhagar. When they did interact, it was unpleasant. He taunted her with Aegon or pulled her hair when it was in a braid. In the library, he would never speak to her, only stare before stomping off somewhere else.

Lost in her thoughts, Y/n was brought back by a knock on her chamber door. She bid the maids to enter. They carried large metal buckets, steam rising from them. The maids placed them against the far wall, more arriving with additional buckets of water and a large metal tub, which they positioned next to the fireplace and began to fill.

Once they were done, Y/n got into the bath, noticing too late that they had added rose oil to the water, a scent she detested. She missed her lady-in-waiting, Eliana, who always knew her preferences and dislikes. The maids finished quickly, and Y/n sent them away, saying she would dress herself.

From the small bag of clothes she had brought from Driftmark, she pulled out a deep blue velvet gown with a V-neckline and silver embroidery at the waist. The long, billowing sleeves were made of lighter blue sheer fabric, and the skirt flowed gracefully into a train, with a layer of sheer fabric cascading over it.

After changing, Yn decided to explore the Keep. She made her way out of her room, heading towards the familiar yet foreign halls of the Red Keep.

Y/n made her way to the library first, seeking a moment of solitude. As she wandered through the aisles, her eyes caught sight of a familiar book: "A Caution for Young Girls." The sight of it made her giggle, remembering how scandalous she felt when she first came across the book at three-and-ten. Her cheeks had turned a bright red back then, a color she could still recall vividly.

Grabbing the book, she settled into one of the cushioned seats and opened it, the pages as intriguing as she remembered. She was lost in the words, a small smile playing on her lips, when she heard the sound of footsteps approaching.

Aemond appeared, his presence imposing and cold. He had matured since the last time she had seen him, his features sharpened, his frame more robust. He had become handsome in a severe way, the loss of his eye only adding to his intimidating allure.

“cousin,” he said, his voice smooth yet tinged with someting she couldn't place. “What a pleasant surprise to find you here, hidden away with such... literature.”

Y/n looked up, her face instantly guarded. “Aemond,” she replied coolly, trying to mask the sudden flutter in her chest. “I'm not surprised to see you lurking in the shadows.”

“Lurking? No, I was simply seeking some peace. Imagine my surprise to find you engrossed in such filth.” He smirked, stepping closer, his gaze flicking to the book in her hands. “What would the Lord Strong think of his betrothed indulging in such scandal?”

Y/n felt her cheeks flush, but she refused to be cowed. “Jace would hardly mind,” she said, a mischievous glint in her eye. “He’s quite... accommodating to my interests.”

Aemond’s face darkened, jealousy flashing in his eye. He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. “Is that so? It seems your interests are rather... varied. Perhaps you should be careful, lest you ruin your reputation.”

Yn’s heart raced, a strange heat spreading through her body at his closeness. She fought to keep her voice steady. “And what of you, cousin? Lurking in libraries, tormenting ladies... it seems you haven’t changed at all.”

“Oh, I’ve changed,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “Perhaps you’ve just not been paying attention.” He was so close now, his closeness making her skin tingle.

Their heated exchange was interrupted by the sound of the library doors opening. Voices echoed through the hall, but they were too far back to be seen. Aemond’s gaze never left Y/n’s, a cruel smirk playing on his lips.

“You should be more careful, Y/n,” he whispered, his voice dripping with menace and something else she couldn’t quite place. “It would be a shame if you were caught in a compromising position.”

With that, he turned and left, his departure leaving Y/n feeling both furious and unsettled. She watched him go, her heart pounding and her body feeling as if it were on fire. The encounter left her with a mix of anger and confusion, emotions she couldn’t quite understand. She closed the book, her mind racing, the words within it now forgotten.

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[lady-clouves]

When people talk bad about Helaena I immediately know your not a girl’s girl.

[iikesims]

Queen Helaena Targaryen🐉🤍

sxrry about the bug crown😞//La única del team verde that i like my queen Helaena//

ig//iikesims

[helaegons-lovechild]

They look so cute and pretty and miserable here I wanna give birth to them and raise them and make them marry each other all over again 🥰🥰🤩🤩

[misguidedasgardian]

The Winter Sun (1)

Alone in the World

MASTERLIST

Summary: Your life in the Red Keep isn’t easy. 

Pairing: Cregan Stark x Fem!Targaryen Reader 

Warnings: Death of characters, cursing, medieval and asoif customs, child on child violence, bullying, implied minors in pleasure houses, the boys are manaces, mentions of death on childbirth, might miss some warnings

Wordcount: 3 k

Notes: I’m going to delay Viserys’ death a couple of years for the sake of the ages of this history, of course I’m aging Cregan a little bit as well

This is… different, to everything I’ve ever written and I apologize if it looks too rough, I was so excited to share it with you!

Hope you like

120 AC. Reader is 10, Cregan is 12 years older

King’s landing was submerged in celebration.

Everyone was in good spirits.

it was the fifteenth anniversary of King Viserys marriage to Queen Alicent Hightower

And he wanted to celebrate it, he wanted everyone to celebrate it with him.

But you had spent the last six months in the Red Keep after losing your father, and the truth is, even if you were excited to spend time with your cousins and nephews, knowing there were kids you could play with… you came to a rude awakening.

They didn’t receive you with open arms, they didn’t want to play with you, in fact, they seemed to want to play you instead.

They were mean and rude, using you as targets for their pranks and mean jokes.

You tried to avoid them, but you had classes with them, you visited the Dragonpit alongside them, and you had lessons taught by maesters by their side.

Uncle Viserys seemed surprised when he learned that your father was educating you like you were a little boy, learning about politics and philosophy, instead of knitting and poetry. He was pleased, and didn’t go against his brother’s desires so he put you to learn alongside his sons and grandsons

He meant well, they didn’t

You were soon brought back to reality when Jace pulled your hair roughly

“And (Y/N) with her imaginary dragon”, he mocked

“My dragon exists”, she pouted, “she is not made up”

“Then where is she? we had never seen her!”, mocked Luke

“She is real! I’m telling you! it was my father’s dragon, she is shy that is all”, Aemond didn’t say anything

“Even she has a dragon, but not you Uncle!”, continued Jace, “but we are going to change that”, your ears picked up, and you looked interested, how Luke jogged down the ramp

“You found a dragon? how?”, asked Aemond

“The Gods provide”, muttered Aegon, and you and Aemond both stopped your very thoughts when Luke came running up with a pig on a leash, wings and a tail of straws.

“Behold! the pink dread!”, they mocked, and for once, even if you were relieved they targeted Aemond this time, and not you, you still felt bitter

“You can share it with (Y/N)!”, Jace said, ah there it was.

That very night the Red Keep was overflowing, with lords and ladies from all the corners of the realm that had come to celebrate the King and the Queen and their love. You were so excited, perhaps you would meet more children to play with, to befriend.

The maids dressed you and Helaena, her in a green gown, and you in a red one, with golden patterns, you felt like a little princess. Well, not like you weren’t one. they braided your hair beautifully, you were so happy.

But as soon as you got out of Helaena’s chambers, the boys were there, no doubt waiting for you. They held one of Helaena’s bugs, to her horror, a big centipede. You shrieked when they moved it teasingly near you

“Your hairdo is missing something!”, they would mock

“No! it doesn’t!”, you fought, trying to move Jace’s hand away from your head. You pushed Jace with all your might, and then you ran away from them. You heard them chasing after you, but you were smaller, and faster, so you managed to lose them in the many corridors of Maegor’s Holdfast

Your hiding turned long, you knew you were late to the banquet, so turning gently and slowly in every corner and looking over your shoulder, you walked towards the throne room that had been arranged for the feast.

The room was booming in the middle of dinner, the wine was flowing freely and the meat was being served, you had almost managed to escape your torturers… almost…

The banquet began and the boys had already shown you what they planned to do to your hair… so you didn’t wait to submit to that fate, instead, you found a place where the long big table was empty, or sort of, and you ducked underneath, not wanting the boys to ruin your pretty hair. You crawled under the table to safety…

You were safe… but not for long.

You noticed people sitting on the part of the table you were hiding under. Soon a big black boot almost stepped on you and you whimpered in fear, the sole colliding with your knees.

You looked up and the tablecloth was moved out of the way and a face showed up, looking no doubt at the soft thing he almost crushed. It was a young man, dark hair, gentle eyes and black clothing

“What are you doing down there?”, he asked, looking down the table at you, his gray eyes made you tremble. It was none other than Cregan Stark, of course, you didn’t know that then

“I’m hiding Ser”, she whispered, Cregan chuckled

“I’m not a Ser, I’m a Lord”, he corrected

“I’m sorry Lord”, she muttered

“Why are you hiding?”, he asked then

“They mock me, they pull my hair, they tangle bugs in it, they call me names”, she confessed, hiding her face in her knees, “they are mean to me, my cousins and nephews”

“I’m sorry”, he then looked up from her, towards the back of the table, where the kids passed running looking for something, or her, more like it. “She left that way”, he indicated away to Aemond, Jace and Luke, and the boys ran away, when they were gone, he looked down the tablea gain, “they are gone”

“Thank you Lord”, she answered with a smile

“Sit with me, nobody would dare to mess with the wolves”, he offered, showing you a hand, “you look so pretty, it would be a shame if nobody got to see it”, he said gently. You smiled brightly, and took his hand.

Everybody seemed surprised when you came out from under the table, you were in the middle of the Northmen, you only had to look at the wolf sewed in their clothes to see it

You took a seat by the leader, between him and a beautiful lady.

“This is my lady wife, Arra Norryn”, he introduced, and you smiled

“Nice to meet you”, you greeted

“And who you might be?”, she asked with a gentle smile, sharing looks with Cregan, if your hair was any indication, but they were playing along

“I’m (Y/N) Targaryen”, you said politely, just like your father has taught you, you offered your hand to the nice lady and she shook it

“I’m Lord Cregan Stark”, the nice man introduced himself, giving you his hand to shake, and you took it amongst yours, “nice to meet you princess”. You beamed

“Thank you for inviting me to join My Lords”. When you looked in front of you, you saw your cousins and nephews looking at you wide eyed, and you couldn’t help but stick out the tip of your tongue to them, they couldn’t bother you now.

“You are such a sweet princess, if I may say so”, the nice Lady Arra said.

“You too, My Lady”, you answered back. And the Lords of Winterfell shared looks.

For members of court that looked over at the table of the Northmen, they would chuckle in amusement when they saw you, a silver and red dot in the middle of dark haired and black wearers, lords and ladies.

Of course the Queen immediately spotted you, and she sent Criston Cole to remove you from the table of the Starks, pulling you roughly by the arm and making you sit right amongst Jace and Aemond on the main table

“You thought you got away?”, mocked Jace, “I got some news for you”, he whispered, sticking a chicken bone trough the longest of your braids

“I hate you”, you cried, defeated. But as you looked along the table to your new found friends, the big man with dark hair smiled apologetically to you, and you only waved back, sadly

That was the first time you laid eyes on Cregan Stark

But not the last.

the relationships you had with your cousins and nephews did not improve, in fact, it worsened, so you found ways to escape them, mainly, by hanging out with Helaena

Your uncle, the King, never failed in telling you how much you reminded him of your father, but other than that, he didn’t quite pay attention to you much, not that he paid attention to your cousins and nephews either…

You sometimes would accompany him while he arranged his model of Old Valyria, but that was it.

Luckily for you, or sort of, everything changed when your aunt Laena passed away, the family went to Driftmark, and an altercation occurred.

The Velaryon were bastards, that is what you have heard, that is what everybody was saying, and Aegon was right, you just had to look at them to realize it, Jace was a spitting image of that super nice knight, Ser Harwin Strong, you didn’t understand why it was such a big deal, but a fight ensued, knives were drawn.

Jace and Luke left with cousin Rhaenyra to live in Dragonstone, two of your torturers gone, but Aemond…

Oh Aemond.

That night, you defended Rhaena, declaring that you had inherited your father’s dragon, and she should have done the same, so Aemond pushed you the hardest against the stone wall, making your hands raw when they hit the stones trying to stop your face from colliding. You whimpered in pain, but you felt silly when Luke got his nose broken and Aemond…

Aemond had lost an eye

You were no longer children playing cruel jokes to one another.

Blood had been drawn, insults were exchanged…

And everything changed. For the worst.

The Red Keep had become dark, mournful even.

You were not a stranger to the enmity between Princess Rhaenyra and Queen Alicent, but you didn’t know what it was about, or why they always were so unhappy with one another. You only noticed the tension between them in family dinners and after council meetings. Even you could notice and you could barely breathe sometimes over the table.

The only one you had left was Aemond, and sometimes Helaena

Aemond didn’t chase you around with spiders, or hid buggers inside the pages of the books you liked to read. He was even more cruel, with mean looks, he sometimes would shove you when he passed you in the Hallways and you would collide heavily with the stone walls. He would say horrible things about you right in front of you like you were not even there, and he would pull your hair to move you out of his way.

He would say things like. “She is a burden”, “an orphan”, sometimes he even called you a bastard

Helaena said he was jealous, but you didn’t understood why in earth he would be jealous of you!, and she once went further and hinted that he liked you, loved you even, but you shook your head and called her silly

Love doesn’t make you hurt.

Heavy days turned to weeks, turned to months and years. And soon, everyone was talking about how you were becoming a Lady, of barely thirteen name days under your arm.

And you felt more like a Lady, you didn’t care about the same things you did when you were younger.

Aemond’s cruelty had come to a some sort of stop.

Because now you were a lady you were instructed by Septas, not Maesters, and Ladies, and not Knights and Professors.

And even if your knitting lessons would bore you the death, you preferred it to Aemond choosing every opportunity in your lessons to humiliate you. Besided, after he lost his eye, Aemond had completely changed.

He always seemed to be the mature one of all his siblings and nephews, but now, he was not only serious, but bitter, and more cruel than before.

You never saw him smile again. And his horrible attitude towards you made it difficult for you to feel sorry for him. You didn’t. You didn’t think he deserved it either, but you didn’t pity him, and that, unbeknownst to you, made him hate you even more.

It got so bad even Alicent noticed it, of course she didn’t say anything but she tried her best to keep you away from him as much as possible.

Yes, your stay in the Red Keep wasn’t a pleasant one, you missed your father terribly. You missed your home, a small castle in the Valley, with views to the Narrow Sea. You felt like you were a permanent guest here, but a guest at last. Nothing was truly yours.

But you tried to keep your smiles, you good attitude, you were found always smiling, always helping, lighting every room you entered…

If only you knew that was the reason Aemond hated you.

He hated how happy you were, you were an orphan, alone, mistreated, you should be as miserable as he felt, he, that had his parents, and a dragon, and everything he could ask for in the palm of his hand or an order away, he was retched, and you were always happy and smiling.

He wanted you to feel as he felt, but he could never accomplish it, he could never break you.

And in time instead of frustrating him, it only spurred him on.

Aegon paid you no mind, he was four years older than you and since he was fourteen he learned how to scape the Red Keep and found pleasures of the flesh, and when Aemond turned thirteen he introduced him to those pleasures.

And Aemonds attitude towards you changed once more…

He didn’t push you no more, he started grabbing you, your wrists, your arms so roughly they bruised.

When he pushed you against the stone walls he didn’t just snicker and leave, no, he would grab your wrists and corner you, only watching you with his only eye and a thin line as his lips, and then he would release you and leave.

It started scaring you, so you avoided him like the plague, instead hiding in Helaena’s room, but she soon married Aegon, so you couldn’t do that anymore either.

You made one friend though, Tyland the master of coin’s daughter, she was so sweet, a little mischievous, always getting you into trouble, but it was nice to have a friend.

You were walking alongside her when Aemond walked by, he grabbed your arm roughly and leaned in to take a sniff at your hair by your ear, he muttered an “mmm” and then he walked away. You only signed, already accustomed to his rough ways.

And she had watched it all happen.

“The one-eye prince liked you, on his own way”, she mocked

“He hates me”, you muttered, “and I’m tired of it”

“I don’t think he does”, she mocked, “I bet he is going to ask his mother to betrothed you two”

“I’d rather get trampled and eaten by my dragon”, you said back

“Anyways, let’s talk about it when you are popping out silver haired princes”, you rolled your eyes. “Anyways, have you heard? The Starks are arriving in court”

“Why?” You asked

“They said the Wolf is looking for a wife, Lady Arra Norryn died, her and the babe on childbirth”, you looked at her wide eyed

“Really? That’s horrible”, you muttered, your heart clenching thinking about how heartbreaking that must be for him, you remembered the Northerner Lord fondly.

You wanted to see him, you wanted to say you are sorry for him loosing his wife’s and that you were at his service for everything he might need.

But you couldn’t find him.

First he was getting settled in his rooms, then he had audience with the King, and then, the courtship began, every man in court Im who had a daughter in elegible age wanted to see the Young lord, so you couldn’t offer your condolences

On top of that… One of the Queen’s maids said that Aemond wanted to speak to you.

Aemond had never requested your attention, he gave you no choice but to stand there and listen to whatever mean thing he had to say…

The very thought of what he might want to discuss with you made your skin crawl.

So you did what you had learned to do best…

You hid.

Your favorite spot had become a tall Cypress in the godswood, their branches and the way they were trimmed allowed you to hide comfortably, in some sort of natural tree house.

You took a book with you and waited until no don’t was around to climb up, and you hid up there

But another person felt the same need as you.

This person wanted to escape the heat of court, and enjoy a little shade in the godswood, looking at the Heart tree, to be close to his gods.

So Cregan Stark sat on the foot of the tree, wanted to rest until… your book fell from your hand and landed right by him.

You gasped and that is all it took for him to look up and find you

“Why every time I see you, you are hiding from something?”, he spoke to you, a soft smile on his lips

“Someone”

“Uh?”, he asked

“I’m hiding from someone” you corrected.

“That is worse”, he said, “why are you hiding this time?”, he spoke like three years hadn't gone by and you were that little kid hiding under the table.

“Someone wants to speak to me, and I don’t want to speak to him”

“It’s a boy, then”

“More like a messenger from the seven devils”, you mocked. Feeling at ease, he wasn’t looking right at you, you were still hidden, and he was seated looking at the gods tree

“I’m sorry about your wife, my lord”, you said gently

“It happened two years ago”, he answered sharply

“But I’m guessing it still hurts”, he got quiet for a moment

“It did, it does”

“Did you love her?”, you have no clue why you asked that, but not having him looking straight at you give you courage

“I did”, he said truthfully, “I had the luck of marrying my very best friend, the girl I known since I was born, and I lost her”

“I’m very sorry”, you whispered, “I Can't imagine what you are feeling, because what you had, of being friends with the person you married, is truly something magnificent”, you whispered, looking up at the branches being caressed by the soft summer wind

“Thank you princess”, he whispered, “you alongside my sister where the only ones who truly gave a heartfelt sympathy, everyone else is just… is expecting me to move on”

“You can feel whatever you need to feel, only you will tell when you are ready to move on”, you offered, “tell them to fuck off”, you covered your mouth when you let out that curse, but he only chuckled

“I will princess”, he said, he then stood up, and offered his hand to help you climb down, and you did accept his help, letting yourself fall free to his arms because you knew he was going to catch you, and he did.

He released you so your feet touched the ground.

“I offer the same advice princess” he said with a smile, “tell them to fuck off”. You giggled and nodded, picking up your book from the ground

“See you around my lord”

“See you around” he whispered

You walked away from the godswood, and in your way to Maegor's holdfast, you encountered Aemond

“Where were you!? I needed to speak to you”, he said, with his characteristic arrogance

“Oh fuck off Aemond!” You responded , escaping his wandering hand and walking hastily away from him, leaving him standing in the middle of the hallway.

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The Lost Dragon IX - Displaced.

Summary:

The Queen reclaims her throne and Aemond accepts his fate.

Warning(s): Angst, Beheading(s), Upset, Allusion to Sexy Times, Heartbreak.

AEMOND TARGARYEN x O.C -VAELYS TARGARYEN

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

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“NO” screamed Vaelys as she sprinted forwards and threw herself between Aemond and Daemon, her body a barrier between them.

“Stand aside daughter. NOW”  ordered Daemon.

“If you want to kill him, then you’ll have to kill me too” said Vaelys.

“Vaelys. No” exclaimed Aemond.

“Please. Your Grace. Spare him” begged Vaelys as she turned to face her mother who’s gaze was indecipherable.

“You will do as commanded. Your marriage to this treasonous cunt will be annulled” snapped Daemon.

“No, please” cried Vaelys.

With a subtle gesture, Daemon motioned to one of his men standing at the edge of the throne room, his expression conveying a silent command.

The man nodded imperceptibly before swiftly moving into action. With practiced efficiency, he approached Vaelys from behind, his movements calculated to catch her off guard. Before she could react, a pair of strong arms seized her, dragging her away from Aemond's side.

Vaelys' scream of protest echoed through the throne room, her struggles fierce and desperate as she fought against the iron grip of the guardsman. "No! Let me go!" she cried, her voice filled with anguish and defiance.

But her pleas fell on deaf ears as the guardsman continued to hold her firmly, heedless of her struggles. With a determined expression, he began to pull her away from Aemond and Daemon, his grip unyielding despite her efforts to break free.

Once Vaelys was subdued, Daemon stepped forward with purpose. Dark Sister, gleamed ominously in the dim light as he unsheathed it, the sound echoing through the cavernous hall. With deliberate precision, he placed the edge of the blade against Aemond's exposed neck.

As Aemond knelt before Rhaenyra and Daemon, his gaze couldn't help but wander to the sidelines where his wife Vaelys stood struggling against the grip of the guardsman and his daughter Sovia nestled in the arms of Helaena.

Despite the gravity of the situation, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he beheld the sight of his family.

Meeting Vaelys' gaze, he whispered softly, his voice barely audible above the solemn air, “Avy jorrāelan” (I love you).

“Aemond-“ sobbed Vaelys.

“Jurnegon tolī issa byka grēges” muttered Aemond (Look after my little bug).

Closing his eye, Aemond braced himself, his heart heavy with resignation yet buoyed by the love he held for his wife and child. In that moment of quiet acceptance, he awaited the inevitable strike that would bring an end to his life, knowing that even in death, his love for Vaelys and Sovia would endure.

Daemon raised Dark Sister high above his head, the polished steel glinting ominously in the dim light of the throne room. His grip tightened around the hilt, muscles tensing as he prepared to deliver the fatal blow.

His expression betrayed no hint of hesitation as he swung the sword downward with lethal intent, the arc of his strike swift and unyielding.

Vaelys lurched backwards, her head colliding with the guard's face with a sickening thud.

A sharp cry escaped the guard's lips as his grip faltered, momentarily loosening. In that split second, Vaelys seized her chance. With a surge of adrenaline, she propelled herself forward, throwing her body between Aemond and her father, just as Dark Sister descended.

The air seemed to freeze as the razor-sharp edge of the sword hovered mere inches from Vaelys' throat. She could feel her pulse pounding in her ears, every fibre of her being praying for her father to stop.

Daemon's eyes widened in shock as he halted the blade's descent, his gaze flickering between his daughter and Aemond. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the ragged breaths echoing off the stone walls.

Slowly, Daemon withdrew Dark Sister, the tension in the room dissipating like a storm passing. He stepped back, his expression unreadable as he regarded his daughter.

Vaelys' chest heaved as she stood her ground, her eyes never leaving her father's. Though she knew the danger had not passed entirely, she also knew that she would do whatever it took to protect Aemond, even if it meant defying her own blood.

"Swear your loyalty to me. Declare me your Queen and the rightful heir to the Iron Throne" ordered Rhaenyra stepping forward with purpose in her gaze.

Aemond met her gaze, his expression resolute. "I, Aemond of House Targaryen, do hereby declare that my sister Rhaenyra Targaryen is the rightful heir to the Iron Throne and the true Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. I pledge my loyalty from this day, until the end of my days."

As the words left Aemond's lips, a sense of finality settled over the room. Rhaenyra nodded, acknowledging his pledge, before issuing her next command.

"Bind him," she ordered, her voice firm yet tinged with sorrow. "Take him to the black cells."

The guards moved forward, encircling Aemond and restraining him with chains. Despite the gravity of the situation, Aemond remained composed, accepting his fate with a stoic resolve.

As he was led away, the weight of his decision hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over the throne room.

“Mother-“ whispered Vaelys.

“Sweet girl” replied Rhaenyra as she swept her daughter into a hug.

“P-Please understand, he’s not the monster you think he is”.

“He took you from us-“ muttered Rhaenyra.

“-What’s going to happen to him?” asked Vaelys.

“Aemond will be dealt with sooner rather than late-but I must insist that we have a long conversation when your ready”.

Vaelys nodded and stepped away from her mother, resuming her spot next to Helaena who placed Sovia in her arms.

Rhaenyra's gaze swept over the throne room, her heart heavy with the weight of her newfound responsibilities. With determined steps, she made her way towards the Iron Throne, the symbol of power that had once been her father's. The intricate metalwork seemed to gleam in the dim light, casting shadows that danced across the room.

As she approached the imposing seat, memories flooded her mind—memories of her father's reign, of the battles fought and the alliances forged. But now, it was her turn to sit upon the throne, to rule the Seven Kingdoms and uphold the legacy of House Targaryen.

With a steadying breath, Rhaenyra turned to face the majestic seat, feeling the weight of centuries of history pressing down upon her. She hesitated for a moment, her hand hovering over the cool metal, before finally lowering herself onto the throne.

The moment she settled into the seat; a sense of solemnity washed over her. The throne seemed to mould itself around her, as if recognizing her as its rightful ruler. She glanced around the room, meeting the eyes of those gathered there—courtiers, advisers, and loyal subjects alike.

"It is done," she declared, her voice ringing out with authority. "From this day forth, I, Rhaenyra of House Targaryen, claim my place as the rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. I will uphold the honour and integrity of this realm, and I will lead us through whatever trials may come."

With that proclamation, Rhaenyra settled back into the throne, her posture regal and resolute. The weight of the crown rested upon her brow, but she bore it with grace and determination, ready to face the challenges and responsibilities that lay ahead.

Now seated upon the Iron Throne, Rhaenyra exuded an air of authority that seemed to fill the entire throne room. Her eyes, a reflection of the Targaryen fire that coursed through her veins, were fixed upon the grand doors through which Otto Hightower would soon be brought.

With a subtle gesture, she signalled for her guards to fetch him. Moments later, the doors creaked open, and Otto Hightower was escorted into the throne room, his expression a mix of defiance and apprehension.

"Your Grace," Cregan began, addressing Queen Rhaenyra with a tone of respectful urgency, "May I request that the younger children be moved to another chamber? These are matters far too weighty for their tender hearts and impressionable minds to bear witness to."

His words carried a wisdom born of experience and a genuine concern for the well-being of the younger generation. Cregan knew all too well the toll that the brutality of politics and power could take on the innocent, and he was determined to shield them from such harsh realities as much as possible.

"Young eyes should not be subjected to such things," he continued, his voice firm but gentle. "It is our duty to protect their innocence, to ensure that they are spared the burden of these dark deeds."

Rhaenyra, though focused on the matters at hand, nodded in understanding, acknowledging the wisdom of Cregan's request. With a gesture, she signalled for the younger children to be escorted from the throne room, away from the judgments that awaited.

Once the doors had been closed Rhaenyra returned her attention to Otto.

Rhaenyra regarded him coolly from her seat, her gaze piercing through the air as if assessing his every move. "Lord Hightower," she began, her voice carrying a weight that demanded attention. "You have stood against me, against the rightful heir to the Iron Throne. You have conspired and plotted, seeking to undermine the rule of House Targaryen."

As Otto Hightower stood before Rhaenyra, his demeanour still proud despite the gravity of the situation. "Your Grace," he began, his voice firm, "While you may have been named the heir by King Viserys, it cannot be denied that Prince Aegon was his firstborn son. What I did, I did for the good of the realm. The stability and peace of the Seven Kingdoms must always be our foremost concern."

Rhaenyra's laughter cut through the tension like a blade. "Oh, Lord Hightower," she said, shaking her head with a wry smile. "You speak of stability and peace, yet you conspired against the rightful heir, against me, in the name of your own ambitions."

She gestured around the throne room, where the banners of numerous noble houses adorned the walls. "Look around you, Lord Hightower," she continued, her voice ringing with conviction. "Do you see the banners of House Velaryon, of House Stark, of House Arryn? Do you see the support of House Celtigar and Houses Darklyn, Massey and Bar Emmon? They stand with me, not out of obligation, but out of belief. They recognize me as their queen, and they are ready to follow me into whatever challenges lie ahead."

Otto Hightower's expression faltered, a flicker of doubt crossing his features as he surveyed the assembled nobles who had rallied behind Rhaenyra.

"In the end," Rhaenyra concluded, her voice steady and resolute, "It is not the gender of the ruler that matters, but their strength, their wisdom, and their ability to lead. And I will prove to the realm that I possess all of these qualities and more."

With that, Rhaenyra settled back upon the Iron Throne, her gaze unwavering as she awaited Otto Hightower's response, confident in her claim and the support of those who stood by her side.

"Lord Otto Hightower," she proclaimed, her voice echoing through the throne room with a regal authority that brooked no dissent. "For the crime of treason against the Crown and the realm, I hereby sentence you to death."

A hush fell over the assembled courtiers as Rhaenyra's judgment reverberated throughout the chamber. But there was one who welcomed her decree with a dark and eager anticipation.

Daemon stepped forward; his eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity as he accepted the queen's command. He had waited for this moment, the chance to mete out justice to those who had dared to challenge the rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms.

"As you command, Your Grace," Daemon said, his voice resonating with a chilling certainty. Without hesitation, he drew Dark Sister from its scabbard, the blade glinting in the torchlight as he advanced towards Otto Hightower.

There was a grim finality to the scene as Daemon positioned himself before the condemned lord, his grip tightening on the hilt of his ancestral sword. With a swift and practiced motion, he raised Dark Sister high above his head, ready to carry out Rhaenyra's sentence with cold and unwavering resolve.

The sound of steel slicing through the air was followed by a deafening silence as the blade descended, severing Otto Hightower's head from his shoulders in a single, clean stroke. The head rolled to the ground, a silent testament to the consequences of betraying the Iron Throne.

"Bring forth Jasper Wylde, Tyland Lannister, and Maester Orwyle," she declared, her tone firm and unwavering.

The guards swiftly obeyed, ushering the accused before the Iron Throne where Rhaenyra sat, her expression a mask of regal resolve. Jasper Wylde, Tyland Lannister, and Maester Orwyle stood before her, their faces a mixture of defiance and resignation as they awaited judgment.

"You stand accused of treason against the Crown and the realm," Rhaenyra proclaimed, her voice echoing through the chamber. "You conspired with Otto Hightower to undermine the rightful rule of House Targaryen.”

The accused men remained silent; their guilt apparent in the weight of their silence.

"For your crimes," Rhaenyra continued, her voice ringing with authority, "You shall face the punishment befitting traitors to the Iron Throne."

"Daemon," she said, her voice carrying a cold edge, "Carry out the sentence."

Daemon stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with a fierce determination as he unsheathed Dark Sister, the legendary Valyrian steel blade glinting in the torchlight. With practiced precision, he approached the condemned men, his movements swift and purposeful.

In moments, the swift justice of the Iron Throne was meted out. The heads of Jasper Wylde, Tyland Lannister, and Maester Orwyle rolled to the ground, severed from their bodies by the swing of Dark Sister.

The silence that followed was heavy with the weight of the queen's judgment, a stark reminder of the consequences of betrayal in the game of thrones. And as Rhaenyra watched the execution unfold from her seat upon the Iron Throne, her resolve remained unshaken, a testament to her determination to maintain order and justice in the realm.

“-And now the Dowager Queen” breathed Daemon gleefully.

The guards moved swiftly, dragging Alicent from her place beside Helaena, forcing her to her knees before Rhaenyra. With a mixture of defiance and fear in her eyes, Alicent lowered her head, unable to meet the queen's unwavering gaze.

"Even though your crimes against the crown are unforgivable, I have not forgotten the love we once held for one another-and as such your life will be spared" Rhaenyra proclaimed, her voice ringing with authority. "I hereby condemn you to spend the remainder of your days confined to quarters, where you shall reflect upon your actions until the end of your days."

With a gesture, Alicent was dragged away, her fate sealed by the queen's judgment. And as she was led from the throne room.

Daemon stood by Rhaenyra's side; his expression masked in a veil of impassivity as he witnessed her decree regarding Alicent. While outwardly he maintained his composure, inwardly a storm of conflicting emotions raged within him.

Rhaenyra's leniency toward Alicent grated against Daemon's sense of justice. He had witnessed firsthand the depth of Alicent's machinations and the extent of her treachery. To him, her crimes warranted a far harsher punishment than mere confinement to quarters.

Yet, Daemon understood the delicate balance of power within the court, and he recognized the importance of presenting a united front before the realm. Any disagreement voiced in this moment could sow seeds of discord and weaken Rhaenyra's authority.

Suppressing his own misgivings, Daemon kept his thoughts to himself, his silence a testament to his loyalty to the queen and the realm. Though his inner turmoil threatened to consume him, he remained resolute in his duty, trusting in Rhaenyra's judgment, even when it clashed with his own.

Rhaenyra's gaze softened as she turned to face Helaena.

"Helaena," she said, her voice gentle yet commanding, "Come forward and swear your loyalty to your queen and sister."

With a solemn nod, Helaena knelt before the throne, her voice steady as she pledged her allegiance to Rhaenyra and the crown. "I, Helaena of House Targaryen, swear my loyalty to you, my queen and sister," she declared, her words ringing clear in the hushed silence of the chamber. "I shall serve you faithfully, now and always."

Rhaenyra's heart swelled with pride and gratitude as she acknowledged her sister's pledge.

"You have committed no crime, sweet sister," Rhaenyra proclaimed, her voice carrying the weight of her authority. "Go forth with my blessing and know that you shall always have a place by my side."

"What of my children?" she asked, her gaze pleading as she awaited Rhaenyra's response.

Rhaenyra's brow furrowed slightly as she considered her sister's question, her thoughts drifting to the innocent lives caught in the tumult of their family's struggles for power. For a moment, silence hung heavy in the air as she weighed her words carefully.

Then, with a solemn nod, Rhaenyra spoke, her voice carrying the weight of her decision. "Jaehaerys, Jaehaera, and Maelor," she declared, "Shall continue to live within the Red Keep, under my protection. They shall know no ill will or strife, and their happiness shall be safeguarded."

A sense of relief washed over Helaena as she heard her sister's decree, gratitude shining in her eyes. With a heartfelt nod of gratitude, she thanked Rhaenyra before resuming her place next to Vaelys.

Rhaenyra's eyes swept across the throne room, her thoughts lingering on the absent figure of her youngest brother, Daeron. Though their paths had diverged, she could not ignore the blood ties that bound them together, nor the importance of his allegiance to the crown.

"Send word to Oldtown. Tell Daeron that his presence is required at the Red Keep. He is to come at once and bend the knee, pledging his loyalty to his queen and his rightful ruler."

The attendant nodded briskly, hurrying to carry out the queen's command as the rest of the court looked on, murmuring amongst themselves at the prospect of Daeron's return to the fold.

With the raven dispatched, Rhaenyra's gaze turned back to the throne, her expression one of determination and resolve. She knew that the road ahead would be fraught with challenges, but she was determined to secure the loyalty of her brother, to strengthen the bonds of their family and ensure the stability of her reign.

And as she awaited Daeron's arrival, Rhaenyra steeled herself for what was to come, namely the conversation with her daughter Vaelys who had not spoken a word since Aemond has been taken from the throne room in chains.

In a private meeting chamber within the Red Keep, Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen sat at the head of a long table, flanked by her most trusted advisors and loyal lords. The atmosphere was tense with anticipation as they gathered to discuss matters of state and the future of the realm under her reign.

"My lords," Rhaenyra began, her voice commanding attention as she addressed the assembled council. "It is imperative that we establish a council of loyal lords to advise and support me in the governance of the Seven Kingdoms. We must ensure that my rule is secure and that the interests of the realm are protected."

The councillors nodded in agreement; their expressions solemn as they considered the weight of their responsibilities in the tumultuous times ahead. But as the conversation turned to the matter of Aemond, the mood grew even more sombre.

"Your Grace," said Jace, “Forgive me for speaking out of turn, but keeping Aemond alive poses a threat to the stability of the realm. His actions have caused great strife within our own ranks, and his loyalty to the crown is questionable at best."

“What do suggest we do?” asked Rhaenyra.

“You should annul the marriage between Aemond and Vaelys” replied Jace, his tone firm and unwavering.

Rhaenyra's brow furrowed with concern as she contemplated Jace's proposal. However, the memory of Vaelys' fierce defence of her husband in the throne room weighed heavily on her mind, a testament to the depth of their bond.

"Vaelys would never allow such a thing," she asserted, her voice firm and resolute. "Her loyalty to Aemond is unwavering, as we witnessed in the throne room. She stood by his side without hesitation, willing to defy even her own family for the sake of their union."

“Mother-we cannot ignore the truth of the matter. Aemond's actions speak for themselves. He kidnapped Vaelys, and forced himself upon her-the child she birthed proof of his cruelty”.

Rhaenyra's brow furrowed as she considered Jace's words, the weight of his accusation settling heavily upon her. She knew that the evidence against Aemond was damning, and yet a part of her couldn't shake the memory of Vaelys' impassioned plea in the throne room.

‘Aemond isn't the monster you think he is’. Vaelys had insisted, her words ringing with a sincerity that Rhaenyra could not ignore.

“Mayhaps we shouldn’t condemn Aemond completely-let’s not forget that he deliberately placed himself in harms way during the battle of Rooks Rest, if it wasn’t for Aemond both myself and my grandmother Rhaenys would be dead”.

“One good deed doesn’t make up for all the bad, he took Vaelys against her will and kept her away from her family for two years-” said Jace.

"-Instead of debating over the genuineness of Aemond's intentions or the severity of his actions," Cregan continued, "Let us hear from Vaelys herself. She is not a pawn to be moved at your whim, but a woman with her own thoughts and desires. We owe it to her to consider her wishes before making any decisions that could impact her future and that of her daughter".

"You speak wisely, Lord Stark," conceded Rhaenyra, her voice tinged with concern. "Vaelys' well-being must be our foremost concern".

Yet, even as Rhaenyra agreed to Cregan's suggestion, a nagging worry gnawed at the edges of her mind. Vaelys' silence troubled her deeply.

"She has been reluctant to speak with anyone," Rhaenyra admitted, her voice heavy with concern. "Preferring instead to seek solace in the gardens with her daughter”.

“Mayhaps speaking to someone who isn't family might be of some comfort” suggested Cregan.

“I appreciate your willingness to help. Vaelys' well-being is of the utmost importance to me, and your insight may prove invaluable in reaching her."

Cregan inclined his head in acknowledgment, his expression one of solemn determination. "I understand the gravity of the situation, Your Grace," he replied, his voice tinged with empathy. "I am more than willing to lend an ear."

Rhaenyra nodded in gratitude, a sense of relief washing over her as she realized that she did not have to face this challenge alone. "Thank you, Lord Stark," she said, her voice sincere. "Your support means a great deal to me. Please, speak to Vaelys with compassion and understanding. She is in a fragile state, and I fear what revelations may await us."

Cregan walked slowly down the winding paths as he sought out Vaelys. The scent of blooming flowers hung heavy in the air, mingling with the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze, as he scanned the verdant surroundings in search of her presence.

And there, beneath the dappled shade of a sprawling oak tree, he spotted Vaelys, seated upon a weathered bench, her gaze fixed upon the delicate blooms that adorned the nearby flower beds. Her arms wrapped around her daughter.

Approaching with a measured pace so as not to startle her, Cregan cleared his throat to announce his presence, his voice carrying a gentle warmth. "Princess” he called out, his tone respectful yet firm, "May I have a moment of your time?"

Vaelys turned to regard him, her expression guarded yet curious as she recognized the Warden of the North. "Lord Stark," she greeted him with a nod, her voice soft with surprise. "Of course,”.

"Thank you, Princess” Cregan replied with a nod of gratitude, taking a seat beside her on the bench. "I hope I am not intruding, but I wished to speak with you about recent events. Your well-being is important”

Vaelys regarded him with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, her gaze searching his face for any hint of judgment or reproach. Finding none, she offered him a tentative smile, the corners of her lips curling upwards in a gesture of gratitude.

"I appreciate your concern, Lord Stark," she admitted, her voice tinged with emotion. "These are trying times, and I find solace in the tranquillity of these gardens, away from the chaos of the court."

Cregan nodded in understanding, a silent acknowledgment of her need for refuge in such troubled times. "I understand," he replied, his voice gentle yet firm. "But I also believe that sometimes, sharing our burdens with others can help lighten the load."

“I know what they all think” replied Vaelys and she gently rocked Sovia.

“-And what is that, Princess?”

“That Aemond forced himself on me” said Vaelys.

“Did he?” asked Cregan quietly.

“No-not once did Aemond force me to do anything that I didn’t want to do. I laid with him because I chose too, because I wanted him in a way that a wife wants her husband”.

“But he brought you to Kings Landing against your will?” questioned Cregan.

“Yes, he did-but from the moment he brought me here, he endeavoured to keep me safe, even when Aegon insisted that the bedding be witnessed, Aemond kept me covered”.

“An honourable thing to do for his wife” muttered Cregan.

“He has his moments” said Vaelys smiling.

“They want to annul your marriage” said Cregan.

“Did my display in the throne room not convince them of my devotion to my husband” exclaimed Vaelys.

“Concerns have been expressed about Aemond’s proximity to the crown. Upon your mothers natural passing, you will ascend the throne and Aemond would be your King consort”.

“If that’s the case then I will give up my claim in favour of Jace or Luke” replied Vaelys.

“Aemond really means that much to you?” mused Cregan.

“We’ve endured so much these last two years-“ said Vaelys.

“A burden shared-is a burden halved” replied Cregan.

With a deep breath, Vaelys recounted the tale of the threats, the fear and the poisoning that had claimed the life of her unborn child.

"And then there was Aegon," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper, "Aemond's brother. He-he tried to force himself upon me, to take what wasn't his to take."

The memories flooded back with painful clarity, the fear and desperation she had felt in that moment threatening to overwhelm her. But she pressed on, determined to share the truth with someone who might understand.

"And Aemond," she said, her voice catching in her throat, "He-he killed Aegon to save me”.

As she spoke the words aloud, a flood of emotions washed over her: gratitude for Aemond's sacrifice, and guilt for the burden she had placed upon him.

Cregan listened intently, his expression one of solemn understanding as he absorbed the weight of Vaelys' revelations. He knew that her words carried a truth that could not be denied, and he felt a deep sense of empathy for the woman who had endured so much in silence.

"Princess," he said, his voice gentle yet firm, "Your courage in sharing these truths with me is commendable. You have faced trials that would break lesser souls, and yet here you stand, resilient and strong."

“Technically I’m sitting, but I appreciate your sentiment all the same” replied Vaelys a hint of a smile gracing her features.

“The truth you've shared with me is both powerful and poignant. But I believe there is one person who needs to hear it more than anyone else: your mother, the Queen”.

Vaelys' gaze faltered, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features. "But-I don't know if I can," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "To speak of such things, t-to my mother”

Cregan reached out a reassuring hand, offering her a sense of strength and support. "I understand your hesitance, Princess," he said, his tone gentle yet unwavering. "But consider this: the truth has the power to save Aemond”.

He paused, allowing his words to sink in before continuing. "If the Queen knew the extent of Aemond's sacrifice, if she understood the truth of what transpired that day, she may see him in a different light”.

Vaelys listened intently, the weight of Cregan's words settling upon her like a mantle. She knew that he spoke sense, that the truth had the power to change everything. And yet, the prospect of revealing her darkest secrets to her mother filled her with a profound sense of dread.

"But what if she doesn't believe me?" she asked, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "What if she thinks I'm lying or delusional?"

Cregan's gaze softened, his expression filled with understanding. "Trust in your mother's love, Princess," he replied, his voice infused with quiet reassurance. "She may surprise you in ways you cannot imagine”

With a sense of resolve coursing through her veins, Vaelys nodded in agreement.

In the quiet solitude of Queen Rhaenyra's chambers, Vaelys found herself facing her mother, her heart heavy with the weight of the truths she was about to reveal. The air seemed to crackle with tension as she gathered her courage, knowing that the conversation ahead would not be an easy one.

"Mother," she began, her voice trembling with emotion, "There are things you need to know”

Rhaenyra regarded her daughter with a mixture of concern and curiosity, sensing the gravity of her words. "Vaelys," she said softly, her voice tinged with apprehension, "Whatever it is, you can tell me”.

With a deep breath, Vaelys began to speak, her words pouring forth like a floodgate opening. She spoke of the poisoning, the miscarriage and Aegon trying to force himself upon her.

Rhaenyra’s eyes widened as she listened to her daughter explain how Aemond had killed Aegon. He had chosen her over his brother and bore burden of slaying his own kin for her.

As the truth of her daughter's words sank in, Rhaenyra felt a wave of emotions wash over her: disbelief, horror, and above all, a fierce protectiveness for her child. She reached out a trembling hand, grasping Vaelys' tightly in her own, a silent reassurance that she was not alone in her pain.

"Oh, Vaelys," Rhaenyra murmured, her voice thick with emotion, "I had no idea-I am so sorry, my sweet girl. W-We all believed that Aemond was the one who-“

“No mama. Never” said Vaelys.

“I guess it makes sense now-why you would throw yourself into the path of your fathers blade”.

"What Aemond did-it was an act of great courage, there's no denying that. He risked everything to protect you, to save your life. And for that, I am eternally grateful."

She paused, her gaze searching Vaelys' face for any sign of understanding. "But despite his intentions, Aemond still committed a grave act of treason. He aided in usurping the throne, and he kidnapped a Princess of the realm, no matter what came after, it cannot go unpunished."

The words hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the harsh realities of their world. Rhaenyra knew that as Queen, she had a duty to uphold the law and ensure that justice was served, even when it pained her to do so.

"I know this is difficult to hear, Vaelys," she continued, her voice soft yet resolute, "But Aemond's actions cannot be excused. He must face the consequences of his choices, for the sake of the realm and the integrity of House Targaryen."

Vaelys nodded in understanding, her eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and acceptance. She knew that her mother spoke the truth, even if it was a truth, she wished she didn't have to face.

"Please don’t take his life” begged Vaelys.

In the halls of the Red Keep, the atmosphere was heavy with anticipation as Aemond was brought before the throne room, his hands bound in chains. The clinking of metal echoed off the stone walls, a twisted echo to when his own wife had been dragged into the throne room bound in chains.

As Aemond entered, flanked by guards with steely expressions, the room fell silent. His gaze remained steady, though there was a flicker of defiance in his eye, a silent declaration of his unwavering resolve.

Queen Rhaenyra sat upon the Iron Throne, her expression a mask of solemn determination as she regarded her brother with a mixture of sadness and resolve. Beside her stood Daemon, his presence a reminder of the weight of the law and the need for justice.

Vaelys stood next to Cregan, her eyes never leaving Aemond, praying that her mother would be merciful.

"Aemond Targaryen," Rhaenyra's voice rang out, commanding attention as she addressed the man before her, "You stand accused of kidnap and committing treason against the crown. How do you plead?"

Aemond's jaw clenched, his gaze never wavering as he spoke, his voice firm and unwavering. "I plead guilty to the charges brought against me," he declared, his words echoing through the chamber.

As Aemond's confession echoed in the throne room, Rhaenyra's gaze shifted to her daughter, Vaelys, her expression a mask of anguish and uncertainty. In that moment, a tumult of emotions roiled within Rhaenyra's heart, each one vying for dominance in the tumultuous sea of her mind.

Her eyes lingered on Vaelys, her beloved daughter, and a pang of guilt gnawed at her conscience. It would be so easy, she thought, to give Daemon the order to take Aemond's life with one stroke of his blade, Dark Sister. The realm would be rid of a traitor, justice would be served, and the threat to her family's safety would be extinguished.

But as she looked upon Vaelys, a mother's love and instinctual protectiveness surged within her, drowning out the clamour of her doubts. She could not ignore the pain that would sear through her daughter's heart if she were to witness the execution of the man she loved, no matter the crimes he had committed.

No, Rhaenyra realized with a heavy heart, she could not subject Vaelys to such anguish. She could not bear to see the light extinguished from her daughter's eyes, to witness the shattered remnants of her spirit in the wake of such a devastating loss.

For a mother's love was a force beyond measure, a bond unbreakable and enduring. And though the weight of her duty as queen pressed heavily upon her, Rhaenyra knew that she could not forsake the love she bore for her daughter, nor the promise she had made.

“Aemond Targaryen-“Rhaenyra continued, her words deliberate and measured, "I sentence you to Exile. For a period of two years. During this time, you are forbidden to set foot in any territory under my rule, and you are prohibited from communicating with your wife, Princess Vaelys."

Aemond's jaw tightened, and Vaelys gasped at her mothers words, the tears running down her cheeks.

"Should you defy this exile and return before the allotted time has passed," the Queen continued, her gaze unwavering, "You will be executed-I hope this serves as a reminder that loyalty to the crown is paramount, and any betrayal shall be met with the harshest consequences."

A hushed silence fell over the hall as the gravity of the queen's judgment sank in. Aemond, though outwardly composed, couldn't hide the shadow of disappointment and bitterness that clouded his eye.

"May this sentence stand as a testament to justice of the realm," Queen Rhaenyra declared, rising from the Iron Throne “You will leave Kings Landing on the morrow-I will permit you to spend your last night in the Red Keep however you choose”

“Your Grace-mother please” begged Vaelys.

“ābrazȳrys” muttered Aemond (Wife).

“Aemond-“

"Vaelys, my love," Aemond spoke, his voice echoing through the vast hall. "The Queen, has made her decision and I accept that punishment."

“Two years” whispered Vaelys.

“It could have been much worse” replied Aemond as a guard shuffled forward and unlocked his chains.

“You may want to make use of the time you have left to say your goodbyes,” said Rhaenyra.

In the dim glow of candlelight, Vaelys and Aemond found solace in the sanctum of their chambers, the weight of Aemond's impending exile hanging heavy in the air. Their daughter Sovia, lay nestled between them.

As they lay together, Aemond's gaze lingered upon Sovia, his heart heavy with the knowledge that he would soon be parted from his beloved daughter. He traced the delicate curve of her cheek, committing every feature to memory, as if to etch her image upon his soul.

"She will be over two names days old when I return," Aemond murmured sadly, his voice thick with emotion. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the time that would pass in his absence, and the moments he would miss as Sovia grew and changed.

Vaelys reached out a hand, her touch gentle and comforting as she intertwined her fingers with Aemond's. "We will make the most of this night," she said softly, her voice tinged with sadness. "And when you return, Sovia will know the love of her father, just as she does now."

Sovia's tiny hand reached out, her chubby fingers grasping Aemond's thumb with a surprising strength. Aemond's heart swelled with love and pride as he looked down at his daughter.

And then, in a soft and sweet voice, Sovia uttered her first word: "Da-da."

Aemond's breath caught in his throat, his heart skipping a beat at the sound of his daughter's sweet voice. He exchanged a stunned glance with Vaelys, their eyes meeting in shared wonderment at this momentous occasion.

"That's right, my sweet girl” whispered Aemond his voice trembling with emotion as he brushed a gentle finger against Sovia's soft chubby cheek.

“Da-Da. Da-Da” cooed Sovia.

“My little girl-“

Vaelys reached out, her hand finding his in a comforting gesture. "Always," she whispered, her voice tinged with love and pride.

Tears glistened in Aemond's eye as he looked upon his wife, his heart overflowing with gratitude for the love and unwavering support she had shown him.

As Sovia nestled into the arms of Ceci, Aemond and Vaelys watched with tender affection, knowing that their precious daughter was in good hands. With a reassuring smile, Ceci promised to stay with Sovia throughout the night, ensuring her comfort and safety.

With Sovia settled, Aemond and Vaelys found themselves alone in the quiet of their chambers, the air thick with anticipation and desire. They exchanged a knowing glance, the weight of their shared experiences binding them together in a silent understanding.

In the flickering glow of candlelight, Aemond and Vaelys came together in a passionate embrace, their lips meeting in a fervent kiss that ignited a fire within them both. As the night stretched on, Aemond and Vaelys savoured every touch, every kiss, knowing that their time together was precious and fleeting.

They made love to one another as many times as they could that night, neither one of them wanting to sleep, time was precious, and they didn’t want to waste a single second.

Aemond took Sovia in his arms and held her close, his nose buried in her messy silver curls "Daddys go to go away for a little while-be good for your mother byka grēges" (little bug)

As Aemond spoke, he pressed a tender kiss to Sovia's forehead, savouring the softness of her skin against his lips. He could feel the precious seconds slipping away, each passing moment carving a deeper ache within him.

Aemond enveloped Vaelys in his arms, holding her tightly against him as if trying to etch her presence into his very being.

“Nyke kivio issa jorrāelagon bona nyke jāhor māzigon arlī naejot ao” whispered Aemond (I promise my love that I will come back to you).

“Avy jorrāelan olvie” replied Vaelys (I love you so much).

Tears glistened in Vaelys' eyes as she pressed her forehead against his, their breaths mingling in the stillness of the room. "Aemond," she whispered, her voice barely audible amidst the silence. "May the gods watch over you and guide you back to me safely."

With one last lingering kiss, Aemond reluctantly pulled away, his resolve steeling him for the journey ahead. As he made his way towards Vhagar, but stopped when he caught sight of Helaena standing with Daeron who it seemed had only just arrived, given his dragon Tessarion was looming ominously behind him.

"Helaena, Daeron," Aemond called out, his voice tinged with surprise and a hint of apprehension. "What brings you here at this hour?"

Helaena turned towards him, her expression a mixture of concern and determination. "Did you really think that you could leave without saying goodbye" she replied, her voice soft but resolute. "We wanted to see you off, to let you know that you are not alone in this."

Daeron stepped forward, his gaze meeting Aemond's with a steely resolve. "You may be embarking on this journey alone, brother," he spoke, his voice steady and unwavering, "But know that our hearts are with you every step of the way. We stand beside you, now and always."

Aemond felt a swell of gratitude wash over him as he looked upon his siblings, their unwavering support a beacon of strength amidst the uncertainty that lay ahead. He stepped closer to them, a sense of solidarity enveloping them in their shared moment of farewell.

"Thank you, Helaena, Daeron," Aemond said, his voice filled with emotion. "Your presence here means more to me than words can express. I will carry your love and support with me, even in the darkest of times."

With a solemn nod, Helaena reached out, embracing her brother tightly, while Daeron clasped his arm in a gesture of brotherhood and solidarity.

“Before I leave- Daeron, I must ask that you protect and watch over Vaelys and Sovia, they are my most precious treasures.

"You have my word, brother," replied Daeron, his voice unwavering with determination. "I will watch over Vaelys and Sovia and I shall ensure their safety and well-being in your absence."

Aemond's shoulders relaxed slightly, a sense of relief washing over him as he heard Daeron's solemn vow. "Thank you, brother”.

With a final, lingering glance at his wife and daughter, Aemond made his way towards Vhagar.

As he began to ascend the net ladder to her saddle, Aemond spared one last meaningful look back at Vaelys and Sovia, their figures bathed in the soft light of dawn.

With a heavy heart but a steadfast spirit, Aemond mounted Vhagar's back, ready to soar into the unknown.

Vaelys stood on the grassy plain with Sovia cradled in her arms, their eyes locked on the diminishing figure of Aemond astride the mighty Vhagar.

The wind carried the distant echoes of Vhagar's roar, mingling with the silent sobs that threatened to escape Vaelys' chest.

Sovia, as if sensing her mother's grief, clung to Vaelys, her small arms wrapped tightly around her mother's neck. Vaelys pressed a tender kiss to Sovia's forehead, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. As they watched Aemond disappear into the horizon, a knot tightened in Vaelys' throat, the weight of separation settling heavily upon her shoulders.

Vaelys smiled through her tears, brushing a strand of Sovia's hair away from her face. "He'll soar through the skies, and you'll see him again, my sweet Sovia. Your father will return, I promise."

As Vhagar and Aemond became a mere speck in the distance, Vaelys whispered words of love and hope into Sovia's ear, a mantra to carry them through the days of longing. They remained on the grassy plain until the last glimpse of dragon and rider disappeared.

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Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: This is my first time ever writing fanfic. I have been reading fanfic on this godforsaken app since I was 12, and have been encouraged blindly by my best friend to post this. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 3: The Feast

Pushing yourself forward, you continued along the cold stones towards the more intimate Dining Hall. You remembered that as a child you would play with your siblings there, chasing each other around the table and hiding behind the warm toned drapes, clutching at the soft threads whilst giggling madly waiting to be found by Jacaerys. Your younger brother Lucerys was always fond of hiding beneath the table, believing the heavy dark oak would hide him, but you could always see him there; covering his mouth to prevent the peals of laughter that threatened to overflow and give away his hiding spot. 

You thought of the days you had spent with your aunt Helaena, sitting on the stone steps or on the window seats, listening to her describe the newest bug she had discovered, letting them crawl over her hands gently.

Helaena had always been what others called strange, but to you, she was one of the kindest and wisest people you knew. You believed she had Dragon Dreams; for sometimes her ramblings foretold a future event that was unexplainable. You remembered as a child, your mother telling you stories of Daenys the Dreamer, who foretold the destruction of Old Valyria.

Yet beside all of this, she had been nothing but kind to you and all the creatures she collected, holding them gently, never once being bitten or stung. Helaena had a kind and pure heart that not many possessed. You had missed your aunt dearly, and wished that she hadn't turned against you, much like her brothers Aegon and Aemond.

A sharp breeze blew through the open arches of the corridor, blowing your loose hairs softly across your face. The knight beside you kept silent. You don’t remember him from your time in the Red Keep before, and assume that he may be new to the Knights Watch, surely poisoned by the whispers of the Queen. As you turned to look at him he bowed his head, and although he was keeping a respectful air around him, you sensed that he did not wish to engage with you, and so you looked forward as you reached the large doors. 

They were higher than your chambers, arched and rounded at the top with intricate swirling carvings along the border with two more Knights of the Kings Guard standing besides them. The deep wood had two golden handles; both dragons poised to look like they were ready to fight. The two knights grasped at a dragon each and pushed open the door. 

The room was gently lit by a multitude of torches that lined the walls, and tall standing candelabras that lined the entrance way. You held onto your long skirts as you walked up small steps to the elevated room, looking towards the long table you remembered fondly.

This room and all within it, were oddly unchanged by the Queens redecorating. Perhaps your Grandsire wished to keep some semblance of normality for his sanity, or perhaps they simply didn’t use this room any longer, forgetting of its existence entirely.

Looking up, you caught the slanted smile of your Grandsire. He looked pale and gaunt. Your father was correct in saying that the gods had not been kind to him over these years. His once thick white hair, now lay limp and thin upon his head, barely reaching his shoulders, and only few strands remained upon his scabbed head. Half of his face was covered by a golden mask, a mould of his younger self. You wondered what could be hidden behind the shining plate. 

He cocked his head, sighing lovingly, “My dear child, how you have grown.” 

His one eye softened and that small smile spread, revealing a mouth full of missing and rotting teeth behind his cracked lips. He swept one arm wide open. The other appeared to be missing or tucked away, the material of the arm of that side pinned back so as to not flail around.

A low chuckle emanated from him and you felt your heart soar. King Viserys had always been a strong advocate for your mother and siblings. His fierce love for you irking his younger wife. 

You quickly walked towards the table. Two large candelabras sat halfway in the middle on each end, casting a soft light, with dancing shadows on the sides of your family's faces. 

“Grandsire, I have missed you dearly.” You sang, as you walked around the table, holding your head high and ignoring the heat of the eyes stuck to your form. 

Walking towards the King, you let your sight wander to Alicent, who sat beside him. Her eyes watching you closely as you stepped forward to clutch gently at your Grandsires outreached hand. Leaning forward to kiss his cheek gently, you pulled back to gaze at him once more smiling.

You looked back down towards the Queen, who wore a tight lipped smile and unsurprisingly, a dark green gown with gold trim. It had a conservative high neck and tight sleeves, and around her neck lay a large golden 7 pointed star, a promise and projection of her suffocating devotion to faith. 

You lifted your lips softly towards her, lowering your head letting a polite, “Queen Alicent.” acknowledging her presence.

She held her head high, eyes unwavering from yours.

“Princess y/n, it’s wonderful that you could join us this evening.” 

She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes, as she looked down at the plunging neckline of your dress and your chosen colour black. 

Returning your attention back to your Grandsire you gently squeezed his hand grinning, and leant forward to place a kiss upon his uncovered cheek before walking back around to your designated seat.

As you walked you bent down to kiss your mother, softly resting a hand on her shoulder. She too adorned a dress of black, with red embroidered flowers that softly wound along one side. Her silver white hair lay delicately atop her head in a series of braids and twists.

Your father Daemon leant back to place a heavy and calloused hand upon yours that still rested on your mother, “Y/n.” he spoke casually and lowly, so that only your mother and yourself could hear. A comforting sound; his own reassurance that this would be okay. 

Taking your hand off of your mother, you finally let your eyes roam over the table. Your uncle Aegon looked as though he had been bathing in wine and whores all evening. His eyes sunken and lazy, with a drunken smirk sat upon his pale face. His hair was disheveled and short, wild waves flicking in different directions, and the top lay heavy on his head from oil and grime. He, like his mother, was dressed in deep green.

Dark leather pants and a white undershirt was tucked messily into them, half creased from drunken movements. He looked as though he had been recently woken out of an intoxicated stupor.

Over the top of his white shirt, a dark green silk coat was unceremoniously unbuttoned at the front, gold detailing wound along the cuffs and neck having small seven pointed stars adorn them. Half of his undershirt lay unbuttoned at his throat, as if it was a hot summer's day and he was trying to get a reprieve from the sweltering heat. Lifting his goblet towards his mouth he smirked at you and took a large sip. 

To the left of him sat your aunt. She too was in green, but of a lighter shade, almost yellow. This gown was more whimsical than strict like her mothers. It had lighter green detailing of leaves from the godswood, and her hair lay loose down her back, tucked behind her ear by a few braids.

Her hands sat in her lap, twisting and turning. A nervous habit she had not lost from her childhood that she inherited from her mother. Helaena lifted her eyes from her hands and looked at you, giving a shy smile before quickly looking back down. You knew in that moment that she did not hate you and it made your heart race that you had not lost your aunt. 

Your brother Jacaerys sat beside Aegon, wearing all black with hints of red and beside him sat his betrothed Baela. She too dressed in a deep black, with her curled white hair sitting delicately atop her head.

Both smiled at you as did your younger brother Lucerys and Rhaena. Your seat sat at the head of the table, on the end, whilst the chair on the opposite side with the Greens was vacant. You wondered if your uncle Aemond was going to jump out of the shadows to scare you once more, or perhaps he had fallen off of Vhagar and sunk to the bottom of the ocean like you had prayed.

Maybe the Gods favoured you after all. 

Your brother Jacaerys stood to pull out your chair for you and gently sat back down in his, taking Baela's hand in his own. You were proud of both of your brothers. They were kind and clever, raised perfectly by your mother to treat women well. 

You could not say the same about Alicent's children. Aegon, though married to Helaena, still whored about, fathering many bastards and was rumoured to be a cruel and childish prince. Your uncle Aemond did not have any rumours of bastards, but more than enough proof of his cruelty towards others when provoked.

If Aemond did not show for supper, it would make the night a lot easier to suffer through. 

You could cut the tension with a knife. Your father Daemon sat picking at his fingernails in boredom whilst your mother spoke softly to her father.

Queen Alicent sat stiffly beside him, staring daggers at her drunken son Aegon, who had slumped further into his seat and let his wandering eyes stalk one of the maids that was refilling his cup. 

The Green Queen was clearly becoming more agitated whilst waiting for the arrival of her son Aemond. Her eyes continued to flit towards the door, hoping that her gaze would suddenly summon him into the room.

Helaena seemed to become more anxious and turned further into herself, not uttering a word to anyone except murmuring beneath her breath. Your Grandsire obviously sensing the rising tension pulled away from his conversation with his daughter Rhaenyra. 

“Let us not wait any longer.” He said with a slight chuckle. Prince Daemon let out a huff of a laugh and reached for his goblet. 

The Queen's hands fidgeted in her lap.

Lifting her head, Alicent summoned the maids and servants to begin the feast. Small conversations littered the table as you waited, but the Greens for the most part kept to themselves.

The table soon began to be filled with a large feast. Poultry and meaty legs of ham were placed along the table, dripping in gravy and juices from the meat. Steaming vegetables of all shapes and colours were placed surrounding, the herbs and rich butter wafting through the air.

Reaching for your goblet you lifted it towards you lips and took a long sip, knowing that you would need more wine in your chambers after this dinner and made a mental note to get Saria or Aella to fetch some before bed.

By now, Aegon looked as though he was falling asleep in his chair and Helaena seemed to be relaxed by this, occasionally lifting her gaze to steal short and shy glances at you. 

Daemon reached forward and began to serve himself before everyone else, Queen Alicent interrupting his movements as she began a loud and obnoxious prayer, stopping him for helping himself further.

“May the Mother smile down on this gathering with love,” 

She began, curling her hands together, 

“May the Smith mend the bonds that have been broken for far too long” 

She continued, you softly scoffed and looked up to see your mother looking exacerbated, 

“And to Vaemond Velaryon,” 

Your father Daemon letting a sharp snort through his nose at the mention, throwing his head back to roll his eyes up in disbelief and amusement.

“May the gods give him rest.” 

As she finished the prayer, Daemon reached forward to take a large sip of his wine, hiding his smirk behind the goblet, whilst Alicent looked angrily at Aegon who seemed to have finally nodded off during her prayer. 

As she opened her mouth to chastise him, the heavy wooden doors pushed open, revealing the neatly brushed and pulled back silver hair of Prince Aemond.

The doors clunked shut, rousing Aegon from his drunken stupor, and Helaena shifted in her seat.