#possesive!rhaenyra targaryen
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madame-fear · 1 year ago
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Could i request something with a possessive Rhaenyra protecting her blind!handmaiden!reader from some handsy lord?
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(sure thing! loved thisss 💜💙 and i hope you do as well, and it was what you expected! i love writing for Rhaenyra aghhdhjdk)
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As you are a blind handmaiden whom has been with her for many years, Rhaenyra would’ve always been extremely protective of you. And I mean protective, to a whole another extreme.
Obviously, for you it’s always been difficult to carry with a normal life, even been frustrated at your condition because you wish you could serve her as a proper handmaiden; but Nyra would always stay by your side, takes you with her everywhere, would have your hand always looped around her arm, and would even protect you at the slightest inconvenience that there could be.
With the passing of time, she just grew a little bit too overpritective of you. If you aren’t near her and she briefly loses you from her sight, Nyra will immediatly panic. But obviously, in any way you can, you try to stay as close as you can from her without going too far. Not that you would dare going far or you can, anyways.
So, she would just... Grow possesive of you. More than fond, and you clearly are far more than a simple handmaiden to her. Nyra would keep you safe with her life, you are just an important part of her. You are like ther little treasure, and you would be as privileged as to receive endearing Valyrian nicknames for her.
And when someone tries to abuse you? Oh, she would just lose it entirely. No one has the right ti disrespect, or try to abuse you in any possible way, no matter who has disrespected you; whether it’s a Lord, Lady, Prince, Princess... It doesn’t matter.
If a handsy Lord tries to abuse from you, knowing that you’re blind and you wouldn’t be able to defend yourself much against the touching, her blood would just boil. Immediatly she would pull you away from him, and would just comfort you with sweet words letting you know that she’s there to protect you from everything and everyone, no matter what.
Afterwards, let’s say Rhaenyra would take good care of that handsy Lord that tried to hurt her beloved treasure. Not with verbal confrontation, perhaps she would have his hands or tongue... Or, she would just throw him as a treat to Syrax.
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delulujuls · 4 months ago
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the other one | jacaerys velaryon
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hi, here comes the 2.7k of i don't know what, really. its for sure intense, so fasten up your saddle and enjoy the ride. i enjoyed making aegon such a cutiepie in my two last shots, but this man is designed to be a menace to humanity so yeah, i believe im gonna lose it in the next shots. prepare for chaos.
summary: heart want what it wants, and y/n's heart belong to young prince from dragonstone, not to the future cruel king of westeros.
warnings: targaryen brothers being mean to velaryon boys AGAIN, aegon is such a meanie oh god, fighting, arguing, threatening with a sword, last scene is smelling a bit like a rap3, so feel free to skip it. your comfort is the most important
pairing: sister!targaryen reader x jacaerys velaryon (ft. jealous, possesive and dark!aegon targaryen)
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Two young princes stood at the gates of the castle, awaiting guests. For several minutes they kept glancing at the sky, looking out for dragons. However, only the sound of wind and waves crashing against the rocks could be heard, with no indication that any winged beasts would soon appear before their eyes.
“Do you think they’ll come at all?” Lucerys asked his older brother, glancing at him. The cold wind chilled him to the bone, and the youngest of the Velaryons longed to return inside and sit by the fireplace.
Jacaerys did not get a chance to answer because shortly after, a muffled roar reached their ears, and something flickered in the low-hanging storm clouds. The heavy sky was pierced by the massive body of Vhagar, who was the first to emerge from the clouds and flew towards the beach. Close behind were Vermithor and Sunfyre, who looked dainty in comparison to those two giant dragons. Aemond, Y/N, and Aegon had arrived at Dragonstone.
Soon after, all four appeared at the castle gates. Helaena was flying with her older sister on Vermithor, choosing not to sail by ship with their mother, father, and grandfather. The youngest of the siblings still couldn't bring herself to travel alone on the back of her Dreamfyre, but felt confident with Y/N, now walking hand-in-hand with her sister towards the castle.
Lucerys took a step back, seeing Aemond and Aegon confidently striding towards them. The youngest Velaryon swallowed hard.
“I hope they don’t sit close to us,” he whispered, prompting his brother to discreetly nudge his arm.
Jacaerys smiled at the sight of the siblings. “Welcome, it’s good to see you here,” he said.
Aemond, leading the way, wore his characteristic grimace, nothing like the smile the young prince offered him. The last thing he felt like doing was feigning politeness. In silence, he merely glanced at them, bypassing them and pushing the heavy gate doors.
“My favorite, strong nephews,” Aegon said sarcastically, with a mocking smile. Passing by, he nudged Lucerys in the shoulder, who was about to turn and say something when his aunt’s voice reached his ears. Y/N smiled joyfully at the sight of Rhaenyra’s sons.
“Luke, Jace,” she extended her arms, hugging them both at once. Hearing the girl's joyful voice, Aegon glanced over his shoulder and rolled his eyes. He thought his sisters were too lenient with those bastards.
“It’s good to see you, Y/N,” Jacaerys smiled, embracing her and catching the smell of her lavender-scented hair. While he sincerely disliked Aemond and Aegon, he was very fond of their sisters. Helaena was shy and harmless, often speaking little and nodding more. Y/N, on the other hand, often reminded him of his mother, unafraid to speak up or defend her position. She was also wise and very pretty, and he was genuinely pleased to spend a few days in her presence.
“Are you coming, or are we going to freeze out here like a bunch of idiots?” Aegon asked sharply, seeing Y/N hold onto older Velaryon a bit too long. The young princess gave him an amused look, tousled Lucerys’ hair, and linked arms with Helaena. The four of them briskly walked towards the castle.
Rhaenyra was celebrating her thirty-second name day, so the entire family from King’s Landing had come to Dragonstone. Viserys wanted his daughter to celebrate her birthday in the capital, but she wished to spend the day her way. The ailing king, still battling illness, had no intention of arguing with his daughter, lacking the strength and health to do so. Even to the Targaryen seat, he chose to sail by ship rather than ride on the back of one of the dragons. After Balerion’s death, he had given up flying and now didn’t think about it at all.
During the evening feast, the dining hall filled with people. Despite it being Rhaenyra’s day, Viserys sat at the head of the table. To his left was his eldest daughter, beside her Daemon, Joffrey, Lucerys, Jacaerys, Rhaena, and Baela. On the king’s right sat his wife, next to her the Hand of the King, then Aemond, Aegon, Y/N, Helaena, and Rhaenys Targaryen, next to whom, at the other end of the table, sat Corlys Velaryon.
The feast went on in a calm and surprisingly pleasant atmosphere. Previous feasts often ended in arguments before they even really began. The main instigators of all disputes, Aemond and Aegon, sat quietly, not speaking much. Many might have thought someone stuffed hay into the dragons’ bellies to prevent them from breathing fire.
Aegon, however, increasingly clenched his hand around the wine goblet from time to time, hearing Y/N happily talking with Jacaerys across the table. His blood boiled hearing her so delighted with the conversation with him. He felt like slapping that fucking son of a bitch.
Helaena was also having a good time, shedding her shyness piece by piece with each sip of wine. She chatted lively with Rhaena and Baela, who were already slightly tipsy themselves. Rhaenys sent an amused look to her husband, who tightened his grip on the wine jug and pulled it closer. The Sea Snake had to be vigilant to prevent his granddaughters and the young Targaryen from getting too drunk. Helaena, however, had more to celebrate than just her half-sister’s birthday.
Since Viserys and Alicent’s daughters reached reproductive age, the Hand of the King and the Queen Mother began looking for potential suitors for them. While there was no trouble finding suitors for Y/N, who, besides her wealth and possessions, had a strong character and good disposition, finding a husband for Helaena was problematic.
From birth, the princess showed signs of abnormal development. Though she grew as a girl should, her mind seemed not to keep up, still trapping her in a world of childish dreams. Helaena was quiet, read a lot, and spent all her time in the garden, not burdened with unnecessary duties.
The Hand decided that when the time came, that is, when Aegon was to take the throne from the ailing king, he would marry Helaena, and Y/N would marry Forrest Frey. The plans were made at a Small Council meeting, which neither Helaena nor Y/N attended. Probably neither would have known about the plans to marry them off if Y/N hadn’t accidentally overheard their conversation when one of the doors unguarded by sentries was ajar.
“I don’t agree!” she said firmly, pushing the heavy doors and entering.
“Y/N, you can’t be here-,” Alicent stood up, wanting to calm her daughter, but she sharply pointed her finger upwards. “And you can’t do this to Helaena! I don’t agree!”
Aegon, who was one of the people at the table, also didn’t support the Council’s idea. However, he was too drunk to make any objections. Only his sister’s intrusion somewhat sobered him up. If he had to choose, he could marry Y/N since she wanted to fight so hard for Helaena’s better fate. Frankly, he didn’t care either way.
The guards first wanted to remove the young princess, but she began presenting her arguments. The Council didn’t think an eighteen-year-old’s arguments could make any sense, but many underestimated Y/N’s negotiation skills. In the castle, by Aegon’s side, she could be more useful than in the Riverlands beside Forrest Frey.
The Council decided that Helaena would marry Frey when the time came, and Y/N would marry Aegon. The young princess didn’t want Helaena to spend her life in the castle, locked in chambers and bearing children. She wanted her to break free from King’s Landing and experience a life different from the one she had lived so far. Y/N knew that unlike her sister, she could handle an incestuous marriage and an unwanted husband, who Aegon was to become in the future. Helaena might have been driven to suicide.
But for now, these were just tomorrow's problems, or who knows, maybe even further. Helaena, in a sudden burst of joy, stood up and climbed onto a chair, much to Alicent’s horror.
“To my beloved sister Y/N,” she said, swaying. Rhaenys held the chair to prevent her from falling. “And to my sister Rhaenyra, who celebrates her birthday today. I love you!”
Alicent, Otto, Aemond, and Aegon looked at her indulgently, raising their goblets. All the other guests eagerly toasted, applauding the young princess’s words. Rhaenyra stood up from the table and hugged her sister; Y/N also rose to do the same.
“Helaena needs rest,” Alicent whispered, gripping her daughter’s shoulder before she stood up. “Escort her to bed.”
Y/N shook off her hand and got up, embracing her sisters. However, when she felt Helaena’s heavy body in her arms, she held her close around the waist.
As soon as the sisters left the dining hall, Jacaerys, sent by his mother, joined them. Young prince apologized to Y/N and with a single, confident motion, picked up Helaena, who laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. She kissed his cheek, admitting that she would let such a handsome man whisk her away without hesitation.
Jacaerys only let go of Helaena when he placed her on the bed in her bedroom.
"Will you stay with her until morning?" he asked as Y/N began removing the rings from her sister's fingers.
"Helaena usually sleeps like a mouse under a haystack, but after wine, she sleeps like a rock," Y/N replied, smiling slightly at the sight of her sister's flushed face. "Wait outside, I'll change her for bed and join you."
The young prince nodded obediently and left the chamber. He stood outside the door, straight as a string, feeling like a guard. Shortly after, the princess joined him, quietly closing the door behind her.
"She'll sleep like a baby until morning," she assured, laughing softly.
"It's nice to see her with a smile on her face," Jacerys admitted as they slowly began walking down the corridor. He quietly offered his arm to Y/N, which she gladly accepted.
"I've noticed she smiles much more when she's here. I feel like the capital is suffocating her."
Jacaerys lowered his gaze. He had recently learned about the marriage plans for the young sisters.
"I heard she'll leave King's Landing sooner or later," he said, glancing at her. He didn't know how delicate ground he was entering.
The young princess sighed and nodded. She spent the whole way telling Jacaerys about everything that had happened in the past weeks. In the company of the boy, Y/N didn't feel like his aunt, as their relationship would suggest, but like a friend. After all, they were only a year apart in age. They had always had a good relationship and, unlike her hostile brothers, Y/N really liked Jacaerys. She cherished every opportunity she could spend with him. This was one of those moments.
The pair didn't return to the feast; instead, they went to one of the terraces. They sat on one of the benches, and Y/N involuntarily rested her head on the boy's shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her waist, hugging her close.
"You deserve more, Y/N," he said quietly. "Both you and Helaena deserve more."
"I know I'll manage, I'm strong," she said, watching the remnants of the day dance on the horizon. "But I'm so scared for Helaena. She deserves the whole world, not what's waiting for her in King's Landing."
The young princess wasn't sad; at this moment, she could even say she felt a lightness in her heart. Jacaerys' body warmed her pleasantly, and the cool, salty air chased away the heat caused by the wine from her cheeks.
"You're the bravest dragon I've ever known," he said with a smile, looking at her face. The girl smiled at his words. "I don't know stronger people than Targaryen women."
"Do you really think so?" she asked quietly, looking into his eyes. She didn't know if his cheeks were flushed from the wine or the cold wind. Nevertheless, his dark eyes looked at her so gently that the young princess never wanted to look into any other eyes again.
Jacaerys smiled and nodded. He cautiously lifted his hand and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. He touched her cheek and gently stroked it with his thumb.
"I would take better care of you than they would, you know?" he said after a moment, his whisper lost in the whistle of the wind. Y/N heard his words clearly, just as she clearly heard the snort of disdain that came from somewhere to the side.
"I don't know which of you is more pathetic," Aegon said, looking at them with drunken eyes. He could barely stand, but his fists were clenched. Aemond remained silent, standing in the entrance and blocking it with his body. Unlike his brother, he didn't look drunk.
"What is your problem?" Y/N asked angrily, standing up. Unintentionally, she shielded Jacaerys with her body, who also rose from the bench.
"That you act like a complete whore," he spat through his teeth, causing Jacaerys to step around the girl to stand in her defense. She grabbed his hand and pulled him back when Aemond drew a dagger and stepped forward, defending his brother.
"Watch your words," Jacaerys said angrily. He didn't care that he was addressing the future king. In his eyes, Aegon wasn't worth anything, and he certainly didn't deserve to be Y/N's husband.
"Or what, bastard?" Aemond asked calmly, looking at him intently.
"We haven't done anything wrong," the young princess said sharply, though her voice trembled. She knew that her brothers were unlikely to hurt her, but she wasn't capable of protecting Jacaerys from both of them. She had only her hands, feet, and teeth at her disposal. "Get out of the way."
"Oh, really?" Aegon smiled. His drunken eyes were shiny from alcohol and dark-circled, his skin ashen. Even despite the fire of hatred burning in him, he didn't have a bit of a blush on his face. "I see a fucking dog clinging to my future wife."
"You wish she were your wife," Jacaerys said without thinking much about the words that left his mouth. Aegon lunged at him with his fists, to which the young Velaryon responded in kind. Aemond sheathed his dagger and grabbed Jacaerys by the shoulders, holding him and exposing him to Aegon's blows. In the commotion, the young princess managed to draw her brother's dagger and without hesitation, grabbed Aegon by the hair, pulling him back. With tears on her cheeks, she pressed the sword to his neck.
The four of them froze in place.
Aemond still held Jacaerys tightly, blood was trickling from his lip. Aegon's heart was pounding, not from fear but from adrenaline and, at that moment, also from excitement. His sister's small hand was firmly gripping his hair, forcing him to tilt his head back. Blood flowed from his broken nose, running down to his grinning lips.
"She's a dragon, see?" Aegon said, addressing Jacaerys. "You couldn't handle her, fool."
Y/N pushed her brother to the ground, releasing the dagger from her hands as well. She grabbed Jacaerys' hand and pulled him from Aemond's grasp, who would have lied if he said his sister's behavior didn't leave him speechless. In shock, he wasn't even able to oppose her.
"I'm so sorry," she began tearfully, pulling him away as far as possible from that place. "I should have killed them when I had the sword in my hand."
Jacaerys pulled her by the hand, causing her to turn around suddenly and fall into his arms. Without a word, he kissed her, feeling her salty tears mix with the blood from his split lip. Y/N returned the kiss but looked at him in shock. Jacaerys smiled warmly at her.
"Don't apologize to me," he whispered, cupping her cheeks in his hands. "You are a dragon, so be a dragon."
The pair didn't return to the feast. Instead, Y/N went with the young prince to his chambers. Jacaerys initially protested when she said she would help dress his wounds. Eventually, he agreed to her proposal, lying on the bed in just his trousers. The girl carefully cleaned his cuts, placing a cold compress on his abdomen. She sat beside him, looking at him tenderly.
"I'm so sorry, Jace," she whispered, squeezing his hand. The boy, however, seemed to be in a good mood.
"If every fight with them means I get to spend time with you, I'm ready to fight them every day."
The young princess smiled and shook her head at his words. She felt her heart swell when she was with him.
Their eager lips exchanged a few more kisses before Y/N quietly left his chamber, returning to her own. Helaena was still sleeping soundly, snoring softly. She lay on her side on her half of the bed, not even stirring when her sister began preparing for sleep. Dressed in a nightgown, she let her hair down and carefully combed it. She put the brush away and blew out the nearby candles, lying down on the bed.
As soon as she covered herself with the quilt, she felt someone sit on her, pressing her into the mattress, and a cold hand covered her mouth. The girl wanted to scream but felt a blade against her neck. The attacker leaned over her, his hair tickling her face. The young princess smelled alcohol.
"Every time you raise your hand against me," Aegon whispered, tightening his grip on the dagger's hilt, "I'll have one of your fingers cut off, understood?"
Y/N squeezed her eyes shut and nodded. For the first time in her life, Aegon truly frightened her. She felt her heart leap into her throat.
"And that fucking Velaryon dog," he moved his hand from her mouth to her hair, gripping it tightly. "I never want to see him near you again."
"Aegon-" she whispered with difficulty, clutching his wrist to push him away. She felt herself running out of breath, and the cold blade pressed deeper into her skin.
"Is that clear?" he growled, pressing her harder into the pillows.
"Yes," she said tearfully.
A moment later, she felt her brother's alcohol-tainted lips forcefully and brutally kissing hers. Aegon stood up shortly after and left the sisters' chamber, closing the door behind him. In the darkness, the young princess found her sister's body and hugged her from behind, trying to suppress her tears. She was terrified.
How much she wished she could hide in Jacaerys's arms at that moment.
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ghostssimp · 4 months ago
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Aegon Targaryen//The Right One
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As a daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, you were supposed to find a man who would take your hand in marrige. It's your duty to be wed away. Your grandfather Viserys, he made a royal gathering to find the best suitor for you.
The real problem is, you had one in your eyes.
Aegon Targaryen. Your uncle. It looked like history was repeating itself, thinking how your mother fell for Daemon. Targaryens always had traditions that others found weird, but to keep the blood pure, sometimes you have to do what you have to do. Even Alicent, who first was against it, was thinking of marrige between Aegon and Haelena. In the end, Haelena got married to Aemond.
As you stand in the corner of the room, you see how a lot of men are having their eyes on you. Eating ypu with the looks of desire and need for power. You were just a pawn to them. Greedy bastards only wanted to have a little part in the game of getting closer to the crown. The sad truth is that they had no idea what it meant to be on the top.
You're always watched. Can't have a moment for yourself. Every step that you take is carefully watched by everyone. Every desicion is important and there is no place for mistakes. And as for women? You knew you were here for them to just spread your legs and give them a new heir. They didn't care for you. They didn't want you for love. Just to use you.
"Pretty boring out here, isn't it princess?" There is a low voice next to your ear and you can't help but smile as shiver runs down your spine. "I should be honored, my prince." Your eyes met his lilac. "After all, this is for my engagement."
Aegon scoffs, his eyes scanning the place. "Yes, but to whom?" His eyebrow rises as he takes a step closer, brushing the lock of hair from your face. "Neither of them are worthy of you."
Your breath hitched as your lips parted for a bit."And who is it then? I am nothing but a tool." Aegon looks at you, something battleing inside of his eyes. They always seemed distant, but when he talked to you, it felt like everything made sense back.
You were the only one to understand his pain. To understand his preassure. Who said he wanted to be a damn king as his mother was expecting him to be? Who said he wanted this life? His mother was always preaparing him for the big role he didn't wanted. To hell, his father didn't even look at him and he had to be ready to be a king?
"You are so much more than that." His fingers grazed beneath your chin, barely touching it leaving a ghost feeling underneath. His thumb crosses over your lips. The feeling of his rough skin on your soft lips made you feel like it was supposed to be like that. For your lips to belong to him. To any part of him. He glanced away, clenching his jaw. He was in a deep thought as he walked off.
Your eyes follow him as he gets lost in a crowd. You felt like you should've ran after him. You wanted to, but you were sceptic.
"Why is such a lady standing alone?" My head turns to see one of the lords over. Tyland Lannister. You never liked Lannisters. In your eyes, they were just a one more pawn that wanted to become a closer to a king. Maybe even to become a king.
"Just enjoying the gathering, my lord." You give him a polite smile. You didn't want to engage the conversation, but he seemed too interested in you. "Well, the night is long, and the songs are delightfull like you. Would you give me an honor, and give me your hand for a dance?" He chuckled extending his hand out.
You clench your jaw your lips in a thin line. "I really don't feel like dancing, my lord." His face changed to a frown. "Oh, am I not worth of a dance with your grace?" Something bubbled in you with his words. Anger, for him to use a guilt card. You didn't want to make a scene. You were a royalty afer all.
"That is not what I said, my lord." You take his hand. "Of course I would like to dance." There was a smug smile on his lips. You knew what he wanted. His grip got more like a possesive one as he pulled you onto the dance floor. His other hand held the small of your back. It felt like he was holding you too tight. Like he held you with greed.
Despite you trying to hide your discomfort, Tyland pulls you even closer and held you tightly to him. The two of you danced in a dead silence. You started to look around the place, trying to find someone to save you. To get you away. Your eyes searching around, it seemed like you were looking for a specific person. "Something is on your mind, princess?"
You look up to him giving him a fake sweet smile. "Not at all." When you look away, your eyes finally meet his with a pleading look in them. Aegon as soon as he catched your eye, stopped in his tracks and seemed to process the situation. He starts to make his way towards you, his eyes never leaving yours.
As Tyland takes you in for a spin, you extend your hand and Aegon takes it pulling you away and swaying off with you in a dance.
Aegon seemed proud with a smug smirk on his lips. "Tief." You say under your breath, feeling how he held you much more gentle as the two of you took off in a dance.
Aegon laughs heartly at your statement shaking his head. "You seemed like you needed rescuing." You nod your head, gazing up at him."You stole my heart, you stole me from my dancing partner. What is next?"
Aegon grins at your words, enjoying the playful banter between you. He spins you around, pulling you back against him as you continue the dance.
"I'm a greedy man, my princess," he says with a smirk, his hand on your back slipping lower for just a moment before resuming its usual position. "I'll steal whatever I can get my hands on."
His eyes never left yours. There was a glint of something in them. "Stop looking at me like that."
Aegon raises an eyebrow, his smirk growing wider at your words. "Like what?" He asks innocently, though the mischievous glint in his eyes betrays him. You have to bite the smile that wanted to escape your lips. "Like I'm a dinner."
"Oh, believe me, my princess, you're a feast fit for a king." He leans in a little closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "And I'd happily devour every last bit of you." He pulls you impossibly closer, his hold on you possessive but tender at the same time. "Can you blame me for admiring you so? You're far too captivating to ignore." A chuckle escapes your lips.
"Va moriot gīmigon se paktot udir, gaomagon ao daor?" You're always finding the right words, aren't you? His eyes glanced down to your lips as he leaned his head to the side. He hums, you knew he enjoyed when you switched to Valyrian."Ñuha jorrāelagon, you're going to be a death to me." His voice just above a whisper. it was raspy and deep as you look at him in a haze through your lashes.
He leans in closer, his own eyes flickering down to your lips before meeting yours again, a mix of fondness and desire in his expression. "You keep looking at me like that, and I'll have to claim my future wife right here and then." He mumurs softly.
Your lips part in a shock. "Since when am I your future wife?" He smirks smugly, pulling you in, his face just inches away from yours.
"Since now. I'm not letting anyone else claim you. You're mine to have."
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ashley-jones · 2 years ago
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To Which You Crave
Aemond Targaryen x Married Sister OC x Alys Rivers
OC Name: Visella Targaryen
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It is our fate, I think, to crave what is given to others. If one posseses a thing, the other will take it away. - Helaena Targaryen
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From the moment she was born into this world as the youngest child of King Viserys the Peaceful and Queen consort Alicent Hightower, that she would be queen. She married her oldest brother Aegon Targaryen, the favorite but useless spoiled rotten boy. She gave birth to two very healthy pureblooded Targaryen boys, each looking like her and Aegon. She did the unspeakable, something men haven’t been able to do in thousands of years, tamed one of the untamable dragons, the most dangerous and most powerful dragon, Cannibal at only the age of 6. It was a mistake, her and Aemond had just gone for a morning walk like they did every morning, to which she had borrowed Sunfyre for a ride due to Aegon never taking him out. While resting she had entered a passage that led her straight into the cannibal’s trap of corpses. 
His deathly green eyes had sat on her the moment she entered his territory, standing to his larger, overbearing monstrous height. His head reminded her of Balerion, the black dread’s skull that sits in King's Landing. He looked so much larger than Vaghar, her great aunt Leana’s dragon. He let out a loud roar that shook the ground and the skies. Her long white hair blew back behind her ruining the once perfect braid. Aemond had frozen about 30 feet behind her, unable to yell for his sister as she looked up at the dragon with pure amazement. A ball of fire could be seen filling the dragon’s throat, and as the flames were seconds from hitting her, the dragon stopped. She was smiling, her young childish features had turned to a beautiful smile staring up at him with pure amazement and giddy. The flames disappeared, slowly leaned his head down to which she reached her hand out until her tiny palm touched his snout. A deep rumbling purr escaped him, her fingers gliding along the pitch black night colored scales. “My dragon..” she whispered. 
When she turned to say something to Aemond he had disappeared, Sunfyre still standing watching her closely. “Aemond?” she called out. But nothing, he had walked away not saying anything going straight back to King's Landing. 
    When she returned home riding the black beast, all she got was stares of amazement from the handlers. Jace and Luke watched in terror, the same with Rhaenyra once the blacks realized the greens had a very strong and overpowering dragon on their side. Alicent was quick to make sure her daughter was okay, Aemond standing in the back listening to Aegon’s teasing of still not having a dragon. But Viserys congratulated her on conquesting something men haven’t been able to touch in thousands of years. 
    That was 11 years ago, when she was still young and innocent. Before she married Aegon and had children. Before her older brother Aemond lost his eye to their nephew Lucerys. Before he gained Vaghar, the second largest dragon in the world. But now she’s grown up, learned what kind of world she lives in. She’s lost count how many times she has entered her and Aegon’s chambers to find him with a whore, to which she would turn and just walk out; having come so used to the sight that it no longer bothers her. Usually when it came to this she would just take her two boys and go straight to Aemond’s room, which they seemed to much prefer over their own father. 
    “Visella, what do you think of this one?” Helaena questioned her younger sister. The younger turned her head away from the book Aemond was reading looking at the spider embroidery. “It's beautiful, sweet thing.” she softly replied. To which Helaena smiled and looked away moving onto another embroidery. Her sons were playing with two dragon figures, one of pitch black the other green and silver. Her lilac gaze moved back to the book that was still partially resting on her thigh and Aemond’s. Her gaze scanned the pages, reading over each line; but her attention would be stolen every few minutes when her boys would talk, or Helaena would ask her questions or mutter to herself. 
   
Soon the midwives came in to collect the boys to lay them down for a nap, each bowing to the three then walking out holding the boys hands. Aemond closed the boy after sliding the ribbon into place and setting it aside. Helaena stood muttering about nearly missing classes, saying her goodbyes to her younger siblings then walking out whispering to herself. Visella stood walking towards the place her sons had been playing, kneeling and beginning to pick their toys up to place them back into the basket. “Was he with another again?” Aemond questioned. “He was, yes.” she answered. She set the two dragons on top and placed the basket by the door so she would remember to grab it when leaving. “It removes his attention from me, to which I am perfectly fine with.” she simply said. Rejoining her seat on the floor, to which he had moved back to the chair, he head moved to sit against his leg. 
His hand pushed through her white hair, carefully brushing out any knots the boys had placed when messing with her hair earlier in the afternoon. Her purple haze soon turned blac as her lids closed, eyelashes grazing her cheeks. Taking care of the boys mainly by herself was exhausting. When they cried at night in the next room she was the only one to get up to handle them, Aegon muttering about the noise then just going back to sleep too drunk to care. Then she would spend the rest of her night rocking them back to forth. Aemond has actually entered the nursery once or twice to her physically rocking Rhaegal, but mentally she was asleep, mind exhausted and unconscious, but body on active mode. Hell Aegon has walked in on it as well, only to walk out calling her crazy. 
“Ziry gaomas daor gūrogon ao.” (he does not deserve you.) he muttered. “Mm Hae ao gaomagon telling nyke lēkia.” (Mm.. As you keep telling me brother..) she whispered. “Kesā sagon iā rōvēgrie dāria though mandia.” (You will be a great queen though sister.) he whispered. “Mērī sȳrkta lo nyke skoriot naejot sagon ondoso aōha paktot instead hen zirȳla.” (Only better if I were to be by your side instead of him.) he added. Slowly she lifted her head, placing her chin on his knee smiling up at him. “You would make a true king.” she whispered. She slowly stood, straightening out her gown. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. “Eman naejot jikagon ñuha jorrāelagon.” (I have to go, my love.) she whispered. Leaning down she placed her lips against his, arm tightening around her waist trying to pull her down onto him, but she pulled away before he could. She kissed his forehead, moving away smiling softly and leaving the room with the basket of toys sitting on her arm. 
Yes Visella Targaryen, the youngest daughter of Viserys Targaryen and Alicent Hightower, sister wife of Aegon ii Targaryen, mother of Rheagal and Copious Targaryen, and the rider of the Cannibal Dragon; is having an affair with her older brother Aemond Targaryen. Aegon didn’t show her any love unless he was drunk, or in one of his rare vulnerable moments. However, Aemond took care of her, played with her children, read to them, and even taught them how to ride dragons. In other words, he was everything she wanted in a husband, everything she longed for; everything Aegon was not. 
She opened the door to her and her husband’s chambers, smelling Aegon’s bath oils in the air. The sheets had been freshly changed, her nightgown laying neatly at the bottom ready to be put on this eve. Setting the basket down she walked towards the connected nursery, ignoring her husband’s call of her name and entering the nursery. Both boys were fast asleep in fresh clothes, fixing their blankets and making sure their stuffed animals were placed back beside them. Quietly she walked back into her room, closing the door quietly and walking towards her husband. “You left so suddenly this morning my dear wife.” he whispered with a cocky smile. “I had more important matters to tend to.” she firmly answered. “Always so serious..” he whispered. After a brief glance at him, she shrugged and walked away, no longer interested in what he was saying.
   
“Should I be worried about the fact Rhaegal is calling out Aemond’s name every three words?” Aegon questioned his wife. “Aemond is around him more.” she answered. “You know he can’t love you fully. Not with this new Alys Rivers in the picture.” he pushed. She froze her doings with her earrings, hands falting in place, eyes moving towards her husband. “I am in no relation with anyone other than you Aegon.” she muttered. “You always were a horrible liar. Though I cannot be angry with you, when I myself have been no better.” he spoke. “How long have you known?” she asked. Walking over she sat on the tub looking at his relaxed form, his lilac haze sitting against her own. “I hear of it from the maids, and you leave in the middle of the night sometimes, then return covered in bruises and bites. You have done your duties for heirs, we both have. I show no problem with this affair, because I know it hadn’t started until after you had the boys.” he explained. She looked at him with a shocked expression, confusion dripping from her gaze. “I love you Visella, but not the way they expect me to. But Aemond has been sending letters back and forth to a woman by the name of Alys Rivers, they speak of marriage and possible future children.” he informed. 
Her gaze moved away staring at the stone floor, knowing her relationship with Aemond was possibly too good to be true. She hummed in acknowledgment, leaning over kissing his temple to which he leaned into enjoying the small comfort. “Don’t take too long.” she whispered. Slowly standing she walked out of their chambers, making her way out of the castle towards the beach area. Cannibal and Vaghar laid a far distance between the two, the older female dragon refusing to get within 40 feet of the Cannibalistic dragon, to which Cannibal seemed perfectly fine with. His large black scaled head lifted, horns dripping with sand; emerald green eyes pushed into her. “Rytsas jorrāelagon.” (Hello love.) she softly spoke up to him. A deep rumbling purr escaped him, shaking the ground beneath her feet. He slowly stood shaking the sand from his body, then shifting, leaning his large body over pressing his shoulder to the sand allowing her to step up onto him. No saddle, ladders, or even ropes were placed on him; no one was able to get close enough to place them. But she found it more natural, more comfortable, especially for a dragon that had been untamed for almost a thousand years. He stood up once she was sitting comfortably, moving back and stepping through the water to gain leverage, lifting his body into the air. “Soar rȳ se jēdar ñuha taoba.” (Soar through the sky my boy.) she spoke. He rumbled a deep purr, a deathly sky shattering roar erupted from him awakening the world as Cannibal took to the skies
“Your sister, the soon to be queen, she is quite pretty is she not.” Alys whispered. Aemond froze at those words, his hand stopping their menstruations in her hair. “Yes she is, she’s the Aphroditi of King's Landing as the people call her.” Aemond answered slowly, uncertain of his choice of words. “You don’t have to hide your love for her, my love, there is truly nothing wrong with it. Your brother treats her horribly, you are just giving her the love she deserves.” she whispered. Aemond moved his hand away from her sitting up, not liking the feeling of this conversation. “Why bring my sister up?” he questioned. “Because you love her as you love me.” she whispered. 
The roar of Cannibal shook the lands, his head lifting and turning, feeling the vibrations of his deep dominating roar course through the skies, forcing the clouds to split for his and his rider’s entrance. Alys stood walking towards the window, looking up towards the sky, the dragon’s tail being engulfed by the clouds, but his large shadow still could be seen through the white thickness. Her shimmering emerald eyes of evil shone, but darkened at the same time. It was not a look he liked, he wanted to protect his little sister, his mistress, from becoming more a prominent target. 
"Why not ask her to join our humble affair, my dearest love?” Alys whispered. 
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horizon-verizon · 2 years ago
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I really hate when I keep seeing Green stans constantly claiming that Team Black and Targ fans are hypocrites because they unironically love and stan Maegor and other bad Targs yet, at the same time, unfairly hate on Aemond…when it's actually them who stan Aemond (and Aegon II) despite him possesing every single bad character they condemn the rest of the Targaryens for. You're obviously right about noticing Aemond's parallel with Maegor. There are even more if we think about it: they both killed their nephews and became kinslayers, both usurped or helped usurping the throne, both unfairly massacred the ruling houses of Harrenhal causing them to go extinct (Harroway and Strong), both claimed the biggest dragon alive at the time and, overall, both had quite similar personalities. Yet, Green stans keep being even more obtuse and say it's actually Daemon who is the second coming of Maegor and a villain. Aemond is, after all, just a misunderstood young man who became a war criminal because he was bullied as a child. Oh and he was also NOT a misogynist and a rapist because he loved and married Alys despite her being a bastard and because he listened to her once when he didn't kill a messenger once…
All of this bullshit is because they stan the villains of the story and do not want to admit it.
What's funny is that those green stans would be taken at their word more concerning some black stans unironically liking Maegor's cruelty that's based on patriarchal entitlement, even if he did war against the hated Faith, its High Septon, its Militant and Poor Fellows for most his reign. Because I do agree with the sentiment. If one likes him ironically, I can get behind that.
But when green stans are saying it, it's more to discredit their vision of what the Targs are and they often perform much of the misogyny and blood purity that Aemond had though their making illegitimacy a son in heir langauge and arguments and slut-shaming Rhaenyra, trying to discourage support for her at every turn through shaming people for acknowledging that she is the protagonist and the one we are supposed to root for. Etc. It's obvious that they don't care about any progression but are tradfems, tradCaths, and political conservatives once you spot how they try this puritanical shaming so they can then argue they can ship a worse character themselves and agent way with their bigotry.
Because of their real concern was how misogynist this black stans are, then the themselves would not advantage for the continuation of gender violence, female chastity and slut shaming, women purposefully trying to strip other women from autonomous power using such patriarchal/blood purist standards AND targeting her children.
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camilbarnessss · 2 years ago
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¤ The Invitation ¤
{ Aemond Targaryen }
《 Part 15 》
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When Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen's big family arrive at King's Landing for princess Helaena and prince Aegon Targaryen's wedding, things go as they always do. Dragons, uncles, nephews and cousins discussing and fighting, tension on every look, and disconfort when being with each other. Just the usual stuff...until the princess Daera Targaryen got drunk at a ball where The One-Eyed Prince happened to sneaked in
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Warnings: lots of swearing, BDSM sex, possesiveness, explicit sex (p on v), orgasm denial, toxicity, family drama, plotting, fingering, oral sex (f!Targaryen receiving), kind of public sex, TARGARYEN INCEST [ cousinXcousin ]
N/A: This part of the story is almost coming to an end!!! Yess, there will be a second season /part / however u want to call it! ♡
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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Aemond hummed, biting his cheeks.
His eye stared up, seeing Vhagar flying around the light clouds and the white moon, there in the dark sky. His blue sapphire, uncovered, reflected a few stars on itself, shining opaquely.
The One-Eyed Prince is at the Lovers Island already, by himself with his she-dragon, both of them expecting the other dragon and its rider that always join them since more than half a year ago, wether it'd be day or night. As well as his eyepatch, his boots, gloves and coat are also gone, placed on a side of the usual bonfire that he always lits when being here.
Aemond lowered his head, looking to his hands and opening them slowly. His knuckles were all red and hurted, not healed yet from all the punches he gave to his own bed the day past. As soon as he landed on the island he took his gloves off, for the single touch of the leather made the wound hurt.
He is one-eyed, temporarily half-lame, full of injurences on his hands, and supposedly betrothed-less. To be quite honest, the prince is not at his best right now.
Some strong flappings caught his attention back to the sky. In there, he saw The Golden Ray arriving, at last, emitting a roar towards Vhagar, who roared back at him from the clouds, serene. Kalistrox growled, landing carefully on the island while shaking his wings, making some sand to rise briefly. Aemond blinked multiple times, furrowing his brows and raising a hand to protect his face from the sand, seeing how the dragon ended his landing with a long, tired growl, placing his big chest on the floor.
With this, the one-eyed could see his lover on dragonback as he, slowly, hided his hurted hand behind his back. Daera sighed nailing her gaze on him instantly, begginning to walk on her dragon's wing as she caressed one of his long horns. She heard him purring lowly, and saw him blinking with slowness.
-Rest, my boy-. The princess whispered, giving a last caress to him. Kalistrox growled, placing his chin over one of his wings, accommodating on it.
Aemond breathed through his nose, silent. As she approaches to him, he noticed she was wearing her night garments along some black short boots. The fabric of her sleep gown was so thin that he could see her nipples, and the leather belt strapped to her thigh. He ceased his breathing for a second, shivering at the thought of Jacaerys having this exquisit sight of her if he were her husband.
Daera turned her head to the sky, nailing her purple tired eyes on the white moon. She gulped, scoffing briefly.
-If only the moon could help us...-the princess whished within an exhausted whisper. Slowly, she looked back at Aemond, halting her steps when being in front of him. He gave her the tiniest smile, nodding. He also looks highly tiresome.
How could they not be?
-Where do you come from?-. The prince asks, glancing at the sleepy golden dragon some steps behind them.
-Driftmark-, she sighed her mother's land name-. I don't have much time now, I warn you. Everyone is sleeping, but...we return to Dragonstone on the morrow, after breaking fast-. She informed, low, and he noded, wrinkling his lips a little-. Things are...incredibly tense, there-. Daera scoffs, crossing her arms.
-I can relate-, he murmurs.
-Father is watching my every step, Joffrey is confused, Baela is outraged, Rhaena is worried, Luke also is, and Jace...-. She tsks, caressing her own forehead. Aemond clenched his jaw at the instant of hearing the boys's names-. Well, I think that saying everyone is worried sums it up-, a murmur of hers said.
-Hmm-, he emitted, clenching his fingers behind his back even though it hurted him-. Sounds delightful-, his head tilts. Daera scoffs, looking up at his eye, and curving her lips into a burden smirk.
-Might I hope that the situation on your home is not as heavy?-. She curves her brows, sighing with a doubt tone. His dry laugh teared down her flake hopeness.
-Everyone is either murmuring stopless on the halls or acting as if nothing happened-. Aemond hissed annoyed, looking around while he talked-. My family, I am afraid, chose this last action as their option-, he mumbled, and the princess noded with heaviness, closing her eyes-. Helaena is the only one who cares about us-, he looks down, ashamed.
-Not rare of her-, Daera murmured shrugging, smiling briefly. Aemond hummed, discontent, not satisfied with only the support of his older sister-. Huh, and to think that she was once offered to marry Jace herself-, she mumbles burlesque, rolling her eyes with disbelief.
The prince hardened his factions, remembering years back, when he was around eleven years old, and he heard from his outraged mother that Rhaenyra proposed her a marriage pact between Jacaerys and Helaena. He remembers The King supporting the proposal. How dull. That was one of the first times he started to heartly dispite his father and his obvious preference on his other family.
-Does that surprise you, my love?-. He asks within a mumble, dryly. She blinks curious, staring silently at him-. Do you not know that the bastards have always tried to take what I love?-, his eye flickered with taunt, and a hurted proud.
-That word, Aemond-. Daera reproached, as always, furrowing her brows. He looked down at her with his lips pressed-. I am able to see they took the decision they thought was the right decision to take-. She starts saying with a tired tone, but one that accepted the facts. That made Aemond to blink bigly, opening his mouth-. My whole family seems to pressume that we-
-Please do not tell me that what I am believing right now is correct-. Aemond suddenly interrupted her, tensed to the core. She halted her talking, closing her lips with caution and confussion-...Are you defending them?-, he nearly gasped his question.
Daera furrows her frown, breathing deep, and then tsks, incredulous.
-For the fuck's sake, it never cease to amaze me how the men of my life get so offended when I try to understand someone who are not them!-. The princess scoffed, bemused, opening her eyes big. Aemond did the same, jumping.
-Daera, I warn you. Searching a justification for what they have done to us is a long dead-end, love!-. He recommended with a growing loud tone, grinding his teeth.
-Do you remember what I told you once, about the various perspectives of a story, dear?-. The princess made her voice higher as well, narrowing her eyes as she stepped closer to him-. It is happening again, we have two sides!-, she opened her arms to the sides of her body with a big sarcastic smile, as if she said some shocking news to him.
-I only have one eye and yet I clearly see what is that has happened-. Aemond stated with a burning feeling on his chest and behind his sapphire-. They plucked you from me, merciless-. He spat his last word with resentment and poison, making his lover to gulp strongly-. We both know that, between us two, you are the best in 'the perspectives' subject, but yet apparently you choose to not see the shame they have sentenced you to-, he talked fastly and angry, shaking his head.
She clenched her jaw, warning him with her gaze to not say it. However, doubtlessly, he very much did.
-To wife a Bastard King-, Aemond mentioned her sentence, sourly and burlesque. Daera flinched, grabbing her head within a second.
-Ugh, fucking gods, Aemond! Have we come here to find out what are we going to do, or to speak calumnies about my brothers?!-. She roared stressful, feeling her throat itching and her face burning.
-I ask you the very same!-. He roared as well, stepping closer as he tighted the hands behind his back-. Are we here to find out what is to do, or to deffend the little idiots your brothers are?!-, his head tilts to a side, hurting his neck. Daera gasped and covered her face, letting out an angry scream from deep her throat-. I do not ubderstand how you can look at their faces, knowing the atrocity they made-, the prince mumbles, honestly confused, with bitterness and dissappointnent.
-Two. perspectives, Aemond!-. She grunted distressed, uncovering her face again to look at him burlesque, breathing fast-. Two fucking perspectives, I repeat! Learn to fucking count!-, the princess grumbled.
Kalistrox, despite being so near to them, is not even flinching before their heated discussion, almost always about the same subject. The boy still sleeps as a newborn. Let us say that he has grown quite familiar with their quarrels. Vhagar is also relatively calm, flying in the sky.
-They have won, yet again, Daera!-. Aemond screamed with his throat and face redded, furrowing his brows with disbelief-. They have done, once again, what they pleased! YOU, as their deffender now!-. He acussed heatedly, wanting to point at her, but still minding to hide his hands. She sighed bemused, shaking her head from one side to another-. Just because a story has two sides doesn't mean they're both right! WE are the right side! And they have wronged us, humiliated us! Why is so hard for you to comprehend it?!-, his voice breaks for a second, trembling with despair.
-BUT I AM MAD WITH THEM TOO!-. Her body shook from side to side when she screamed loudly and desperated, placing her hands over her own chest and nailing her nails on it. Her sentiments, begging for him to listen-. Why do you have to assume that I am not angry with them?! Just because I do not curse and dispite them?!-, she asked burlesque, shaking her head.
-HA!-, he let out a big cackle in the middle of her speech, opening his eye big and leaning front with taunt.
-I do not pamper them as much as you think I do!-, she discussed angrily, leaning front too. Their foreheads almost clashed.
-Must I believe you?!-, he noded from up to down, smiling like a madmen. She grunted, detesting when he makes that face. Looks so fucking ridiculous-. Now you go ahead, look me in the eye, and tell me, lover, that Lucerys's little eyes did not make you to think he is not guilty of what is happening to us, right at the moment-. Aemond dared her with a taunt a challenging tone, narrowing his spicy gaze.
Daera opened her mouth as a beast, planning on fighting back. But all she did was gasp, wordless. The princess clenched her teeth and breathed agitated, blinking continously. Her silence was honest, and her answer obvious. That made him to scoff, bemused, taking steps away from her, who looked defeated and desperated.
-Aemond he is your nephew!-, she sobbed with despair, opening her teary eyes and trying to find some compassion in him.
-And when have I cared?!-, he instantly roared-. When has he?!-. His one-sided gaze starts to be filled with sour tears-. Huh?!-, he leans front, searching for a non-existant answer.
-Stop it-, she tsks sorrowful, annoyed.
-THE BASTARDS!-. He named them once again, yelling it to the clouds. Daera gasped and held her forehead with stress, opening her mouth in a tired grunt-. Everything, all that they do is so they ruin me! Always, fucking always, Daera!-. Aemond roared exasperated, wanting her to see it.
-Is that fucking so?! Do you really think everything spins around you?!-, Daera screamed, indignant-. Do I really ought to remember you how WE used to hate each other?! You and I!-, she shouts as she walks closer to him again, both of them so agitated-. Have you forgotten how constantly we used to fight, to detest the other?!-, she narrowed her eyes.
-Why does that comes to place?!-, he shrugged exhausted, not understanding.
-That is what they still have in their minds about us!-. Daera quickly screamed, right on his face, in front of his chin, tip-toeing so she could reached it. Aemond clenched his teeth, huffing between them-. They are my siblings, FUCK, of course they are going to worry for me!-, she discusses furiously, rising her arms while she grunted.
-And you want to show them otherwise, am I right?!-. Aemond smiles again, sarcastic, and even more furious than her. She breathed fast, keeping silent-. You want to take me on a dinner with them, perhaps, and take out a list and- and read- and recite it to them! All the good things I have done!-. He stuttered angrily, closing his fists at the sides of his body, feeling how hot his tears were burning-. Judges, executioners, they are-. The prince whispers sourly, and poisonly.
-Aemond-, she names the same way, trembling.
-All the good things I have done to you have been for you-, he grunted every word, filling them with resentment-. Not for them. Not for them all to fucking approve, nor to fucking convince them-. He spits bitterly.
Daera afflicts her throat, gazing from his sapphire to his eye. She shakes her head, bemused.
-Are you truly blaming me for wanting to be at peace with my family?-. She speaks lower than ever before, weakly. He gulps, raising his chin-. Do I have to- to fucking choose between them and you?-. Her question came within a broken sobb, offended and indignated.
-I wouldn't dare to hand you such decision-. Aemond denies in a whisper, scratching his hurted knuckles, hurting them even more-...I know who you would choose-, he then added, dissappointed.
The princess's face dyed with shock. Her throat gasped, sorrowful, as she turned around and walked some steps away, covering her face while shaking her head from side to side. Aemond gulped, cleaning one tear away and quickly hiding his hand again.
-You are an arsehole-. She insulted him from a moment to another, incredulous. He opened his eye big, going speechless. She turns to look at him again, eyes wide opened-. You can not even begin to imagine how many acussations I have had to bear since yesterday-. Daera speaks tiredly, harshly and infuriated. Her lover presses his lips, blinking silently-. Silence from my sisters, mistrust from my father and Nyra. All of them, looking at me as if I am gone to madness-. She says hurtful, curving her sweat frown-. And yet...HERE I AM, WITH YOU, AEMOND!-. Daera screamed loudly and furiously, almost bending on her knees when doing so.
The One-Eyed Prince furrowed his brow strongly when seeing her shouting with such great pain. He gulped, taking a slow step forward.
-I fucking came, I didn't doubt it for a second!-. The princess cries desperated, pointing at herself with proud-. I will not choose, rather I will stay with both of you, because I love you both!-, she dictated angrily.
-They betrothed you with Jace!-, his scream trembled-. How are you planning to do that?!-. Aemond sobbed with despair, opening his eye big.
-I do not know yet!-. She roared-. I had hoped to discuss it with you, but your so deep hate towards my family always brings up a wall that every time just grows denser and denser, and it is always I who must tear it down, piece by piece!-. Daera complained heartly, pointing at him, who flinched on his place, crying in despair-. It has become a duty for me to remind you that I love you! You always kind of forget it any time you remember that I love other people as well, at the same time! It is unspeakable, mindblowing for you, isn't it?!-. She acussed him with tiredness, crying too.
Aemond opens his mouth, having his lips soaking in the heavy saliva his crying have bringed.
-It is not as easy as you make it sound-. He simply denied. She narrowed her eyes, sighing-. I respect your love for your family, and I never question it until they, as always, question me in the first place-. A grunt comes out from deep his throat, starting to walk nearer to her-. Jace wants your hand now that he knows it belongs to me-. He mentioned the fact with poison, and she gulped the same way-. If he marries you...all is lost. He won, again-. Aemond growled as he talked, scratching his knuckles harder. Daera gulps again, just staring at him and listening to his calculated words-. I hate them so much-. He confessed, shameless-. It is injustice, it is gross-. He spat on the sand.
The princess slowly closes her lips as he reached her front. His shoeless feet touched her boots, stepping above of them with softness while whe spoke with harshness, right over her eyes.
-It is I who should be the one to take the final decision, it is I who should have the right to wed you, to have the right to fuck you-. Aemond speaks harshly and coldly, staring down at her, who clenched her teeth-. It is I who should be waiting for the throne-, he grunted.
Daera instantly snorted, looking at him with a sarcastic amusement.
-And now you see yourself on The Iron Throne?-. She asks within a whisper and a breathless smile.
-You can't deny I would be a better king-. He grunted with a cold gaze. She narrowed hers-. Not Aegon, Not Jace. I-, Aemond dictates. Daera scoffs, blinking multiple times-. And just for the King I would be is that you would be the perfect Queen to-. The one-eyed dreamed with a mad smirk, blinkless.
-Reality is not like that-, she whispered lowly within a long breath, staring deep at his eye while she noded. He looked harshly at her, clenching his jaw-. After Rhaenyra...Jacaerys is the rightful heir-. She stated, fearless, narrowing her eyes.
-Another injustice, another foulness!-. He instantly shouted. Daera chewed on her inferior lip, warning him-. We are alone in here, love, you may shout the reality if you want to!-, he laughs, funless.
-Do not!-, she commanded, angrily.
-You will wed a bastard!!-. Aemond yelled loudly with no fear or shame. Daera roared, placing her hands on his chest and pushing him at the instant with madness.
-You idiot!-, she grunts, about to push him again. But this time he suddenly grabbs both of her wrists, not harming her, but stopping her-. Ae-...!-, her breath leaves her when she sees all the blood running down his knuckles.
-You will wed a bastard! You will bed a bastard! Say it!-, he screams loudly, hurted, not paying attention to her horror-. I want it to come out of your mouth, that you are defending your husband to be, aren't you?!-. Aemond acusses as he cried endlessly. Daera gasps time after time, seeing his blood, and then at his eye, agitated-. A bastard who does not deserves to be King, who mostly does not deserves to have you! SAY IT, DAERA!-. He cries desperated.
-Close your mouth, fucker! See what you've fucking done to yourself!-. She weeps with the same despair, looking so hurted at his wounds-. SHUT UP!-, she strughles against him, wanting to shut his mouth herself.
-I know you are not blind, I know it!-. Angrily, he pulls her wrists and makes her body to clash with his, nearing agitated to her ear and whispering on it while hearing her grunting-. What would happen if your father's child Rhaenyra is carrying comes out from her with green hair and yellow eyes, huh?-. He breathes heavily on her ear, nearly licking her hair, feeling her flinching-. Are you going to crown them too, Daera?!-. He asks burlesque.
Daera roared, and from a moment to another pushed his body away with all of her force. Aemond's limped leg could not hold, and made him to fall on the sand instantly. He gasped, quickly planning to stand up, but within a second his raged lover kneeled like a beast, pressing on his legs and not letting him to stand again.
-Daera!-, he grunts.
-Now listen to me, you-. She grunts as well, placing her hands on the sand and beginning to crawl just above of his body, having him caged. He gulps strongly, staring up at the white-haired dragon that roared from about him, wildly-. I could have a thousand bastards siblings, and I will defend every each of them like a fucking beast-. Daera spoke confident and profoundly, looking down at him with mad eyes.
Aemond gasped in shock, blinkless. She said it.
-Those thousand bastards can hate you, and I will defend you as well, even if you don't understand it-. Daera growled sitting on his lap harshly, letting all of her weight to fall over him. He gasped again, now emitting a thin sound-. Matters don't to me if you don't fucking comprehend it, you will shush now!-. A hand of hers suddenly grabbed his neck harshly, gripping it. The prince groaned strongly, stamping his bloody hands on her thighs, rising her gown with quickness-. I will fuck you, even if all my siblings tell me not to do so!-, she screamed.
His chest comes up and down, feeling the little air that was reaching his lungs. He gasped, because his cock started to get hard just in seconds. Pathetic.
-You will not touch me, you will not now-. She starts to quickly mumble, resented, using her free hand to take his away from her. Aemond cried, desiring to keep touching her, but she dragged his hands away and stampated them above of his head in the sand. That made him to grunt with pain, wrinkling his expression with a lustfull moan. Daera breathes fast, beginning to take off the threads of his pants as quick as the wind-. I'll teach you now...-she mumbles.
-Let me fu-
-No!-. The princess screamed, tightening the grasping on his neck, making it so red. Aemond gasped and kicked the air, moaning loudly as he felt how his cock literally jumped out from his trousers-. Oh you...-she growls, imprisioning his hands again harshly-. You might curse and calumnie against the thousand bastards, but I will defend them, even if you don't understand-. Her fast breathing speaks madly. And without notice, she lets her womanhood to swallow whole his dick, beginning to jump on it from a moment to another.
On that second, he screamed her name so hard towards the sky, closing his eye strongly and stopping breathing for nearly ten full seconds. He gasps time after time, feeling her tight cunt jumping abuptly over his hungry and needy cock. Almost violently.
-FUCK!-, he cried voiceless.
Kalistrox still sleeps, also used to this.
-You be mean and cold with anyone else, but to me...-. Menacing, Daera leans front, humping on his dick, pinning his hands, squeezing his neck. All at the same time, both of them sweating pleassure-. You respect me-. She grunted like a beast, roaring her words from deep her throat.
-Yes, yes-. He instantly agreed, moaning. His eye's tears and hand's blood were wetting the sand around him-. I am sorry-, he sobs lustfull.
-Do not question me, do not doubt me, or I will make you to understand in the hardest way-. Daera speaks fastly and agitated, not breaking eye contact with him even for a second. Aemond, weak, groans and push his pelvis against her, wanting to at least do something. She bit her lips with violence, hammering her cunt against his pulsing cock-. Sometimes you are such a bitch-, she groaned.
-You fucking are too-. Aemond grunted within fast moans and groans, seeing her eyes literally shining as well as her mane due to the cristal tears gathered on his gaze.
-Cry me a river-, she taunts, gripping his neck harder. The one-eyed groaned with a lunatic smile, looking at her eyes stopless-. I love you-. She whispers, and he moans-. I love my family. And I won't fucking choose-. The princess denies in the middle of moans-. I'll have both of you-, she decides.
-Impossible-, he sobs, struggling his hands but not finding a way out of the weakness she makes him have.
-There is always a way-. Daera groaned with her throat afflicted, feeling how ridiculously hard his cock was twitching and pulsing inside of her womanhood-. And I will find it-, she promised, agitated.
Aemond bit his lips, just agreeing, unable to formulate another single word. He looks down, seeing his red dick crying precum around her walls, already reaching her clit. The prince moans so loud, making his afflicted neck to tremble against her fingers. Her grasping was so violent, as well as her jumps. He barely can move, and this is his punishment for acussing and questioning her. As his lover jumps over him, he began to understand he might have crossed the line before. And he loves it.
-Oh my brave girl-. Aemond sobbs endlessly, twitching every time harder. Daera moans with her eyes closed, humping over him with no stop-. You ride me so fucking good!-, he curses and cries, nearly voiceless
The princess groans, looking at his expressions, which hardened every second. He began to try to thrust faster into her, making pressure against her weight, and his cock trembled as crazy, twitching inside of her. He cried, he smiled. He's almost coming.
Daera wrinkled her lips, grunted, and stood up from the sand within a second. Any touch she had over him before went away in a snap, making the prince to open his eye again with pain, gasping airless.
-Wha- what?-, he mumbles scared, looking around. When he looks up, he finds her lover combing her hair with her fingers, breathing fast, and looking down at him with seriousness-. But- Daera!-, the prince whimpers in shock, feeling his desperated manhood.
-I hope you have learned your lesson-. She says, highly burlesque, beginning to walk backwards. Aemond blinks, shocked.
-Daera, no, come!-. He begs, unable of doing anything but.
Kalistrox slowly wakes up, opening his mouth along a lazy yawn. His rider smiles towards her lover, who was lying in the sand, all full of sweat, and precuming. Poor soul.
-The next time I see you, I hope those are healed-. Daera grunted pointing at him, talking about his wounds. Aemond breathes acelerated, placing his elbows on the sand and staring at her, mouth-open. She walks to her saddle, never breaking eye contact-. Meanwhile, sleep well, for I will find a way-. The princess promises, taking seat on dragonback with a taunt smirk.
-Daera-, he sighs with disbelief, shaking his head.
The Rogue Princess stares silently at him, noding, and then she leans down to a side, grabbing herself to the saddle, and giving her dragon a silent command. Within a second, Kalistrox purred and opened his wings as he gave a big jump, rising in the skies with a single powerful flapping.
The One-Eyed Prince narrowed his gaze and protected himself from the sand that raised again, mouth opened, staring up.
The Golden Ray took control of the sky, flying quickly away while kicking the clouds with his huge paws. He flew back the same way he came from, soon dissappearing from his sight, as well as his lover did too.
Aemond kept looking at the sky with a shocked expression, forgetting how to blink.
Daera just confessed the bastardy of her brothers, then proceed to: pin him on the sand, choke him, challenge him to acusse her again, deny his right of an orgasm, leave him crying with an erection, mount her dragon beast, and tell him she would take care of everything herself.
That only means one thing.
-Gods be good...-, he mumbles.
She has to be his wife.
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And so, the search for 'a way' began.
The morrow quickly arrived, and with it, the Targaryen family is getting ready to sail from Driftmark and return to their ancestral home, Dragonstone.
The Targaryen sisters are in their chambers, just having had a silent breakfast. And now they are packing their things, something they like to do themselves and not have the servants for it.
Rhaena is standing in front of her bed, making her baggage. In the other bed, the one shared by Baela and Daera, they both were also doing the same. Matters to say that Baela did not truly sleep with her older sister, refused to it, and rather slept on the other bed. At the Hour of the Bat, Daera had to quietly see how her sister left her side with a sour face. That hurted so deeply on her chest, and still does.
Daera looks sideways at Baela, gulping. This one pretended to not notice, but her hands shook, and that made the hairbrush between them to fall on the floor. Rhaena flinched when hearing so. Daera instantly kneels down, picking it up for her. Baela bit her cheeks and rolled her eyes.
-Here you have-, the older princess murmurs, handing her the brush.
The middle one just takes it without even a glance, not thanking her, and packing it harshly on her baggage. Rhaena furrowed her brows with worriness, looking at Daera, who sighed through her nose with a lacking patience.
-You cannot ignore me forever, sister-. Daera grunts burlesque, raising her brows while looking at the bed.
-I believe I can-, Baela answered coldly, shrugging.
The older sister suck her inferior lip, noding in silence, annoyed. Rhaena looked at both of them with a sorrow expression, sighing. Baela blinks, looking around the bed, searching for something, but not finding it. She closes her fists strongly, pressing her lips.
-...Where are my hair pins?-. She asked with a neutral expression, staring front. Daera sucked her cheeks as a smile grew on her lips, prideful. She clears her throat instantly.
-In the washroom-, Daera answers with modesty, and taunt.
-You always leave them in there! When will you listen?!-. Baela instantly discussed, walking angrily to the bathroom-. UGH! I can't with you!-, she fighted from there.
Daera allows herself to laugh, scrunching her nose funnily. She turned her head to look at Rhaena, finding that she also was giggling lowly. When they stared at each other, the younger one slowly closed her smile, sighing slowly. Her older sister looks softly at her, accepting her silence, and giving her a tiny smile.
Moments later, Daera walked out from the chambers, having her baggage already completed. Coincidentally, right when she walked out, her father walked in the very same hall. They instantly crossed gazes, as well as their paths.
The Rogue Princess fixes her posture lightly, walking alongside The Rogue Prince, who has his lips somewhat wrinkled. Both stared front as they walked.
-Where did you go last night?-. He suddenly asks, using his usual neutral and sharp voice. She didn't allow herself to panic or show her surprise, and kept a fully blank face.
-To fly-. She simply answers, crossing her hands above of her belly. The prince snorts, side-eyeing her-. One needs to spend some time alone to clear some thoughts-, she shrugged.
-I wonder if you were truly alone between the clouds-, Daemon acusses her with no shame, looking mistrusted at her. His daughter sighs heavily, clenching her teeth.
-Send a raven to King's Landing, if you please, ask The Queen if I was in there last night. She now seems to be a dear friend of yours-. Daera says with a taunt smile, raising her brows, and her father nearly puked.
-I'd rather sleep in the Drgonmont for a year-, he spits his words, annoyed.
-I only wish for your easiness regarding the subject, father-. She sighs, shrugging.
-Um-, he emitts lowly, looking away from her. She gulps briefly, staring at his sour expression, the one she hates so much-. Then I expect you payed mind to the subject of your marriage, above there in the clouds-. He supposes, tilting his head to a side.
Daera grinded her teeth.
-Jace is a child-, she pointed with seriousness. The prince instantly snorts.
-He is a year and a half younger than you, daughter, do not think yourself so grown-. Daemon hisses shaking his head and narrowing his eyes with taunt.
-But I am grown!-. Daera speaks strongly, halting her steps. Her father did too, turning to look at her with his jaw tightly clenched-. I stopped being a little girl when I saw my mother burn-. She murmured harshly and lowly. Daemon gulped afflicted when he heard the mention of such moment-...Bold of you to think I kept being a child after that-, she scoffs.
-Then why is it so hard for you to see what is good?-. The prince whispers with tiredness and annoyance, shaking his head.
Daera blinks slowly, opening her lips and keeping silent for a few seconds. She studies his worries, and decided to calmed it down.
-I am paying my mind to it-, she murmured, to then turn around, and keep walking her way in silence, not waiting for him any longer.
Daemon blinked two times, furrowing his brows and looking at his daughter with interest, and still mistrust.
The princess walked out of High Tide, wanting to breath some fresh air, which she was desperately needing. Soon enough, she found confort in one of the many patios of the castle, which offered a great complete view of the huge Narrow Sea.
Daera sighed, placing her hands on the railing of stone and looking at the blue ocean with her lips and eye somewhat wrinkled, thoughtful.
Early in the morning, she decided that the first step of finding a way to be with her lover would have to be trying to keep as much peace as possible with her family. As she digs, she does not want to keep discussing with them. So that is why she "confessed" to her father that she is thinking about the marriage with Jace. She got to be cautious, and keep an appereance in front of the ones that are so mad with her relationship with The One-Eyed Prince.
On one moment, some white wrinkled hands placed themselves along hers in the stone railing, wearing silver rings. Daera blinked, turning her head to see Rhaenys arriving at her side, also staring at the sea with seriousness. Both princesses sighed, staring front.
-You went out last night, late-. The elder commented, blankly. Her granddaughter noded, pressing her lips with easiness-. If dare i to ask, you'll answer me you went to fly-, she tilts her head to a side.
Her grandma, she dares to say, is the least angry one in all of this situation. Besides, she can always tell when she lies to her, so.
-And...do you want to know the truth of it?-. Daera shrugges, turning her head to look at her. Rhaenys looks back at her too, serious-. I was with Aemond-, she informed in a really low voice. At that, the lady sighed heavily through her nose, letting her shoulders fall. The princess stares worried at her, wrinkling her frown-. Does it still pains you deeply, grandma, what happened with Aemond and Vhagar?-, she asks with true concern, remembering all those years back.
-Oh, please-. Rhaenys huffed-. If it hadn't been for Rhaena, Laena herself would have freely passed on Vhagar to your lover if he had just asked-, she snorts with obviousness, making the younger one to blink surprised, and confused-. What stained his name so dirty was what happened afterwards-. She dictated.
-Um...-Daera nods, listening.
-His disrespect towards all our grieving. All the punches, the knockings towards you children-. Rhaenys recalled with a sour tone, staring at her with bitterness. She keeps a calm expression, biting her cheeks a little-. Baela fainted, Rhaena was scared, and you could not stop crying. Full of blood, you three-. The lady shivered when remembering, and she clenched her fingers together-. I do not understand how you can claim to love him...-her whisper came full of confussion, and concern.
Daera sighed slowly, through her mouth, looking back at the ocean with a thoughtful and serious gaze.
-It just happened-. She simply said, making Rhaenys to huff briefly-. Everything started on the week of Helaena's wedding with the cunt of Aegon, the very first day-. The princess recalls within a whisper, and her grandma stares interested at her, silent-. Me and my siblings sneaked out of The Keep and went to a dance. We invited Helaena join us, for we knew how miserable she felt after wedding the-
-The silly man, yes-. Rhaenys quickly interrupted, not wanting her to say "cunt" again. Daera smiled briefly, noding for a few seconds.
-The cunt, indeed-. She nods, and the princess tsks-. Turns out, Aemond followed us discreetly. He wanted to check on Helaena. We took her to Flea Bottom, for the gods sake, I don't blame him-. She snorts. Rhaenys breathes slowly, listening while staring at the sea-. Well, I got a little bit drunk, some man planned on have a good time with me, which I wasn't planning to allow, but before I could do anything, Aemond dragged me away from him-. Her brows raised, and her mouth giggled while remembering. Rhaenys looks at her with a soft doubt, smirking lightly-. Huh, I took him to an alley and- and, umm, after that, well, let us say that we...hugged?-. She narrowed her eyes, scratching her neck.
The One-Eyed prince moaned loudly, putting one hand on the wall of the alley and the other one on her waist, letting her arm go. He moved againts her with a growing desire, being capable of feeling her lack of underclothes. He bited his lips, burying his pants deeper on her dress's skirt. It was feeling so good, just rubbing and rubbing his erection against her fabric with force, and she was so, so warm. And dragons do love fire.
Daera blinked noding.
-You hugged-. Rhaenys repeated blankly, not believing a word.
-Pay no mind to it-, she instantly shakes her head-. The point is that something borned out of that, and we tried to stop it, I swear we did, grandma-. Daera inssist within a grunt, but then she sighs-. But it made no effect...-her head shakes, and her lips slowly began to smile so dearly-. We were falling in love-, she confesses, proudly.
Rhaenys inhaled deeply, and then let tons of air out, opening her lips with a tired expression.
-It does sounds promising-, a mumble of hers said with shame. Daera jumps instantly.
Could this be the way out? To go back in time and tell her family how she fell in love with him and how he fell in love with her? To simply speak truly about her deep feelings? Would that work?
-He is good to me, so much you can't even imagine!-, she promises with a begging smile.
-I am afraid that is the one main problem, Daera-. Rhaenys said harshly, shaking her head. Her granddaughter instantly grows confused, fading her smile away-. He is good with you-, she stresses.
-He would never harm me, is that something bad now?!-, Daera whispers confused.
-Do you really not fear to be with someone whose daily dream is to do harm to your family?-. Rhaenys questioned, bemused, really wanting to hear her answer.
-He wouldn't dare either-. She dictated with confidence-. He minds about my feelings, and I always draw his limits with my siblings-, she nods serious.
-Oh-, the lady smirked-. Your lover is a dog on a leash you have to keep away from the ones you love then-. She murmured amused, raising her brows.
-It is not that way!-, the girl instantly denied-. Listen, we...! We care little about the other's family-. Daera shrugged with honesty, making her grandma to narrow her eyes-. Aemond and I are our own new relation, our own new version. We forget any green or black color every time we are together-. The princess speaks with passion and a pained loved, curving her eyebrows-. If anything, we are The Blues-, she laughs lowly, looking at the sea with a thoughtful smile.
His sapphire. Her gowns. The color of the beach that surrounds their island, where they always share their love. Blue.
-Well I'll tell you something, child-. Rhaenys looked at the ocean too, serious-. You two sound better hidden than with everyone knowing about you-, she mumbled with heaviness and a brief pity.
Before her words, Daera blinks slowly, and sighs a muted chuckle. She agreed with her grandma, at last. They were better hidden.
-It was beautiful while it lasted-, she whispered, lovingly.
-Daera, please, it was beautiful because you had him apart-. Rhaenys scoffed, making her braids to bounce as she shook her head-. You can try all you want, but it won't work this way-. She harshly denies, wanting her to understand.
The girl turns her head slowly to her, blinking a few times with a serene curiosity.
-Why?-, she simply asks then.
-It is a lost of time-. Her grandma dictated-. I know my grandchildren hate Aemond, and you know Aemond hates them. They would never get along, not this late in their lifes already-. She denies with a strong tone, looking at her in the eyes. Daera listens carefully, lips opened-. Your lover can barely see the boys without wanting to fight them each time-, she pointed.
-But I told you I can get him away from them!-, the princess inssists with a snort.
-And I told you that is the only way he is at his best-. Rhaenys quickly pointed-. Away-. She declared, serious-. Apart-, she huffs looking front.
Daera blinks, closing her lips with slowness as she directed her thoughful gaze towards the sea again. She mutters that word with her lips, thinking of it. Apart. Bit by bit, she starts to nods, drawing her eyes all around while thinking. No one would be in danger that way.
-Daera-, Rhaenys names with heaviness. Her granddaughter flinches briefly, attending to her again-. I want to ask of you to think about the realm-. She whispered with her gaze down, making her to furrow her brows slightly-. You need to consider Jace's proposal-. She cleared, raising her brows.
The princess gulps, but decided to keep silent. At this moment, she decides to just listen.
-It was promised to Corlys and I, long ago, that our son would be Rhaenyra's consort, that a Velaryon would be King of The Seven Kingdoms-. The lady recalls with a low and thin tone, thoughful. Daera blinks ashamed, biting her cheeks-. You know how that turned out-, she mumbles breathy.
The girl just nods, closing her eyes for some seconds.
-After...after Laenor's passing, Corlys convinced himself that a Velaryon would still be King either way-. Princess Rhaenys whispers lowly, playing with her fingers-...Jacaerys-, she named slowly.
A great silence grew between them because of the honest thought they both had. Daera hated herself for a second, but then sighed, knowing that she has no way of reproaching her own mind for knowing a truth. That her loveliest brothers are not true Velaryons.
-The Seven Kingdoms will not accept Jacaerys when his time comes to sit The Iron Throne-. Rhaenys says, sincerely fearful. Daera gulps playing with her fingers and looking at the sea with a sour listening expression-. A war could break out, and it will, because he is not legitimate-. She denies, being worrily heard by her older grandchild-. Your uncle Vaemond himself is everytime closer to challenge Lucerys's heritance of Driftmark. Vaemond, one of his own. Imagine what will happen when Jacaerys takes his seat, and at his side stands a Blackwood Queen, a Stark Queen, a Tully Queen-. She snorts the three last surnames. Daera gulps strongly, blinkless-...More brown-haired children, every time easier for them to be burn when claiming a dragon as the dragon blood fades away-. Rhaenys sourly whispered-. War will follow. All of you, in danger-, she feared.
-Fuck, grandma-. Daera sighed trembling, exhausted. Rhaenys looked serious at her, tilting her head-. But- but why not Baela? She loves Jace, and she would be the same solution I'd be!-. She pointed with despair, opening her arms-...Why me?-, she sobbed.
-It could have been Baela, in a time, but that oportunity is now lost forever-. Rhaenys denied-. Your affair with Aemond is of knowledge, and if it escapes the courtrooms of our castles, the consequences would be as bad for you as for him, not to mention all of us. You two condemned yourselves-. The princess dictated, not giving place to pity, and speaking to the girl with the truth-. Because that is the orders of things-, she harshly pointed.
Daera gulped strongly, turning her head around, and finding comfort one more time in the sea. She sobbed lightly, shaking her head slowly, from side to side, smelling the salty air.
-This is your way out!-. Rhaenys insisted with a whisper, taking her hands and making her to look at her. Daera flinched, opening her eyes big when she used those very words-. And you will not suffer this, child, I can see it-. She muttered narrowing her gaze.
-What is that you see?-, Daera mumbled. Rhaenys curved her lips into a sad and proud smile, raising her brows while looking at her.
-I see, in your eyes, that you have what it takes to be the Queen the people truly deserve to have-. The Lady of Driftmark whispered confident. Her grandchild gasped, laughing breathless.
-I am afraid you lack vision-, she joked, and Rhaenys giggled briefly, shaking her head-. That is you, grandma-. Daera holds her elbows with dearness-. The Queen who should have been-, she whispered sorrowful.
-Oh, you sound like your grandsire-. Rhaenys huffed, and they both smiled sincerely, looking at each other-. He'd be so proud...to see you wedded with Jace-, she confessed in a low whisper, briefly combing one of her curly strands of white hair. Daera sighs, doubty, curving her brows-. He loves the boys, he always has, but you marrying Jace, gods, Corlys would be thrilled-. The princess laughed sadly, closing her eyes for a few seconds. The younger one looks dearly at her, thoughtful-...That would save his sacred bloodline-, she whispered, hopeful.
Daera breathes in, holding the air. She blinked two times, a smirk begginning to slowly grow on her face, and her eyes filling up with confidence, and realization. Then, she breathed out.
-I know what to do-. The Rogue Princess decided.
Her grandma instantly looks at her, opening her lips and narrowing her eyes with interest.
-What?-, Rhaenys whispered cautiously.
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Aemond grunted agitated, sticking the sword into the ground. He placed his forehead on its handle, growling lowly in the middle of his teeth. His breath is heavy, and his ears were pitching as he saw Jacaery's face on his mind.
-Well done, my prince-. Ser Criston's voice spoke near him. Aemond closed his lips, forcing himself to get out of his thoughts.
-Hmm-. He humms coldly, standing up from his knees, and facing the knight with a serious expression.
-We may rest-, he mumbled.
The one-eyed noded, turning around and silently walking to the table were all the training weapons were. Criston looked at his back for a few seconds and, after giving a quick glance to a side, he started to approach to the young prince.
Some days have passed since the Driftmark scandal between princess Daera and prince Aemond. We are back in The Red Keep, were things have been more stressful, even more than usual. Some say the rumours about such affair are ridicilous and impossible, for everyone knows how much the royal cousins detest each other. Other people, however, completely believe that is that very same hate that bringed the princes to desire each other. Fucking hells, some other even say that princess Daera is with fucking child already, and that she is definetely going to marry the prince.
More gossips carrying Aemond's name. Just what he didn't need.
The one-eyed sighed through his nose, resting his hands on the table and losing his gaze on it for a few seconds. The wounds on his knuckles are now somewhat pink, quickly healing. He have treated them himself, thanks to the wide knowledge he posses bh the books he has read, so no maester known about them, much less his mother.
-You are punching harder-. Cole's voice commented as he reached his side on the table, leaving his morningstar in there. Aemond hummed, lifting up his eye.
-I feel motivated, Cole-. He simply said, thinking of Jace and Luke's punchable faces.
-I can tell-. The knight noded, crossing his hands over his armour and leaning his waist on the table, looking at him. He stared at the prince with a slight confusion-. My prince, may I...? No, I apologize-. He denied as soon as he spoke, shaking his head.
-Speak-, Aemond commanded, looking at the various swords of the tables. Criston sighed, obeying the order of his prince.
-I was wondering whether if I may ask something that is beyond me-, he confessed, shrugging an only shoulder. The one-eyed breathed slowly, assuming what he's going to ask about.
-You may ask about princess Daera-. He permitted. Criston opened his eyes a little bigger, staring at him side ways with his lips making a serious pout.
-I intend no offense, my prince, but I just don't quite understand the whole situation-. He speaks as low as he could, so no one could hear them-. I have known you since you are a babe, hence I know you are a prince of honor, duty and neatness-. Criston whispers with passion, furrowing his brows. Aemond breathes slowly, thanking the praising in silence-. Meanwhile, your cousin is wild, reckless and...-he halts his words when the prince side-eyed him, almost menacing. Cole thought twice about his choosing of words-. She is from a different political inclination, my prince, that is what I mean-. He says monotonous.
-Hm-, Aemond looks around, keeping his opinion for himself. Used to this of him, the knight spoke again.
-She is The Rogue Prince's daughter, the very prince that became mad after I knocked him off of his horse in a fair tournament-, Cole huffed.
-You- you what?-. Aemond blinks bigly.
-A match like that for you, in my sincere opinion, would not be benefitial-. Criston whispered, shaking his head. The dutyful prince looks at him with his lips lightly wrinkled, silent for a few seconds.
-Bless me with some insight, Cole-. Aemond murmurs, honestly waiting for an answer. He might not be too open, but he has always had a tremendous respect towards the Sworn Protector of The Queen, who has teached him combat since he has use of memory-. What do you think I must do, then?-. He asks, looking around.
-Don't disappoint your mother, my prince-. Criston advised with a quiet voice. Aemond froze for a brief second, having shivered just by the idea of doing so.
-I'd never think of it-, he quickly whispered, feeling like a child again for a moment.
-The Queen is...worried-. Cole whispered, thinking of his lady Alicent and how she has been acting these last days. The one-eyed gulps, thinking of how little he has talked with his mother since they arrived from Driftmark, still angry with her. But now, suddenly, he felt a pulsing desire to go and see her-. She fears your cousin might drag you to a side where you no longer are willing to fight for your brother's birthright-, he confesses raising his brows.
-Do you think me capable of such?-. Aemond questioned, indignated, opening his scary eye hugely towards him. He noticed Cole was about to apologize and avoid the subject-. Honesty, Ser Criston-. He quickly demanded.
The knight closes his lips, looks away, and sigh. He tilts his head from side to side, blinking.
-As I said before, you've always been a prince of honor. That means you know what prince Jacaery's asendence to the throne would bring to the realm-. Criston mumbles between his teeth. He leans towards the prince, who leaned lightly as well, listening carefully-...a Bastard King-. His whisper was thiner than the wind, but Aemond heard it, and felt it on his heart.
-I completely agree-. He nods, serious, crossing his hands behind his back-. Nothing will ever make my duty blurry, ser Criston, I know what we might protect the kingdoms of-. Aemond swears with confidence. He will never allow that his love for Daera make his closer ones to look at him this way. Doubtfull.
Criston nods with seriousness, not changing a single aspect of his face.
-They may be thinking that marrying prince Jacaerys to his cousin will reinforce his claiming, but it will not-. Criston denies-. It will only reinforce the one and only truth, that his blood is not to trust-. He whispers, and Aemond nods humming, biting his lips-. Meanwhile, my prince, you'll be able to marry any great house-. Cole raised his brows, making the one-eyed to gulp lightly, thinking of his lover once again, and how he only whishes to marry her-. A house you'll bring to side with us, to fight for us. Lannister, Stark, Baratheon-, the knight names with ambition, furrowing his brows.
-Hmm-, Aemond nods, keeping his eye closed for a few moments, analyzing everything, every word.
Cole sighs, leaning back again and raising his shoulders as he breathed deeply.
-The Queen was the proudest mother when you gained Vhagar, my prince-. Criston murmurs, sincere. Aemond curves his frown slightly, thinking of Alicent-. Do not let her down now, going with the daughter of who wants to steal the right of your family-, he whispered strongly, looking away at last. The prince shook his head instantly.
-I am not fickle-. He dictated with seriousness and firmness. That made the knight to curve a light smile into his lips, nodding confident.
-I am glad to hear that, my prince-. Cole mumbled proudly, giving a sided nod.
Aemond nails his gaze on the floor. Thoughtful, serious, even a little scared. Criston just had to recite all the reasons by The Greens are what they are, as if he doesn't know them all. Is this what is really at cost, by loving Daera, a Black? This is what would be taken away? His name, respect and reputation?
-Excuse me, Ser-. The prince mumbled, not waiting for a permission, and quickly walking away from there, soon leaving the training patio.
Ser Cole inhaled slowly, and then sighed the same way, crossing his arms behind his back. Seconds then, he directed his gaze towards a near tower of the castle. And, from there, The Hand of The King was cockily staring down at him, also with his hands behind him.
Otto sided a conspiring smile, noding hurriless towards the knight. Criston smiled the same way, silent, and answering his nod as well.
The Hand sighed pridefuly, seeing his grandson walking away from the patio with distress and fear, just what he needed for him to feel so he'd began to clear his head back to normality. After all, what is Otto suppose to do, as a proud Hightower, but light the way?
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More days went by. Nine, eleven, maybe twelve.
Once again, we are back in Dragonstone. The morrow is a fresh one. The dragons fly, the wind blows, the crew works as always.
-OWWW FUCK! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! FUCKING FUUUCKS!!-
Daera screams as if she was lit in fire, running through the halls of the castle. And, on her arms, Rhaenyra limps in the middle of uncomfortable grunts, holding her belly at all moments.
The Heir of The Iron Throne is giving birth, after nearly seven years of not doing so.
-Fuck!-, Nyra grunts walking with pain. Daera squeals even louder, opening her mouth towards the ceiling.
-WAS IT MY FAULT?! Were the eggs I made you too salty?! I NEVER KNOW HOW MUCH SALT IS ENOUGH!-, Daera cries desperated, walking with her through the halls. Rhaenyra, in the middle of her pain, laughed loudly, unable to not doing so.
-I am plenty sure it was not the eggs!-, she denies, breathing fast and struggling with her walk.
-Do not be so sure!! O-once, in Pentos, I cooked breakfast for Rhaena! And-! OH FUCKING GODS, THAT IS A LOT OF BLOOD! WHAT THE FUCK?!-, Daera explodes again when she looks to the floor and notices all the blood that was running down from Rhaenyra's dress-. FUCKING MAESTER GERARDYS, LYSA, JOVETH, RELIA, EVERYONE, HELP!-, she screams the maester and midwives's names so even The Seven could hear her.
-And what happened with the breakfast, in Pentos?! Keep telling me!!-. Rhaenyra asks with her fast breath, palming her hands multiple times so the girl would stare up again.
-Uh- uh- uh- I- I PUT TOO MUCH SALT ON RHAENA'S EGGS!-, she keeps yelling again when remembering it-. THE MOTHERFUCKER PUKED FOR A WHOLE WEEK!-, Daera cries ashamed, and Nyra again bursted out laughing loudly, holding her own chest with pain and amusedment, breathless.
Suddenly, every of the maesters and the midwives of Dragonstone began to arrive to the princesses, walking fastly and vividly, bringing screams and happy yellings with them.
-OH YES, YES, HELP! COME ON!-, Daera cheered victoriously, not letting Rhaenyra go even when the midwives come to grab her as well.
-I'll get everything ready!-. Maester Gerardys screamed, to then shot out running to the princess's room.
-Dae-Daemon once told me that was because a fever going around Pentos!!-, Nyra recalls in the middle of grunts and laughs.
-I LIED, I LIED ALL THE WAY AND INVENTED A FAKE FEVER! PAYED THE SERVANTS TO FAKE IT TOO! IT WAS FUCKING THEATRICAL!-, Daera screams ashamed, feeling how much she is sweating, even more than the one giving birth-. MOTHER WAS SO MAD!-, she lamented.
-OH NO!-, Rhaenyra laughed even louder, being held by four women at the same time, not counting Daera, who was so tightly grabbed to her arm to help her walk.
-I KNOW! Rhaena hasn't eaten a single fucking egg since then! The girl can barely see chickens!-, Daera cries loudly, and now she even had the midwives bursting out laughing along them.
-Breathe, princess, breathe!-. One of them said in the middle of her laughs.
-Is that meant to me or her?!-, Rhaenyra, airless, tilted her head towards Daera with amusement. All of them laughed wildly while she sighed with despair, just staring at her big belly.
Soon, they all arrived to Rhaenyra and Daemon's chambers, where the doors have been left opened by Gerardys, who already has everything in place, and he jumped excited when seeing the princess finally arriving.
-WHAT WE DO NOW?!-, Daera asks looking everywhere as a crazy woman, seeing how all the midwives ran to do and look for different things-. IS- is this the part when we yell 'PUSH'?!-, she asks confused, looking at the breathless Nyra-. PU-PUSH!?-, she screams doubty.
-Not yet, princess!-, Maester Gerardys instantly denied while Rhaenyra laughed, once again, closing her eyes.
-Alright, alright!-. Daera nods agitated, holding her arms with a strength that would never go away for anything-. AND WHERE THE FUCK IS MY FATHER?!-, she suddenly asks, gasping.
-Claw Isle!-, Rhaenyra quickly answered as two midwives began to take her dress off with quickness, unmaking every thread-. He went with- with Baela and Jace, for resources of need!-, she hardly speaks, grunting.
-OW FUCK! NOW?! GODS BE FUCKING GOOD!-, Daera swore crazily. Rhaenyra shows all of her teeths, laughing and resting her head on her shoulders for a second.
-Mother?!-. The doors opens again. Lucerys and Rhaena entered with fasted breaths, opening their eyes bigly when finding the scene.
-Oh!-, the younger girl jumps surprised.
-Luke, don't!-, Rhaenyra, Rhaena, Daera and Gerardys screamed at the instant. Luke gasped so strongly when he saw all the blood on the floor and on the midwives's hands already.
-Oh- oh my- gods-, Lucerys trembles on his place, feeling his head going numb.
-RHAENA TAKE HIM OUT QUICKLY BEFORE HE FUCKING FAINTS!-. Daera roared agitated jumping on her place.
-Yes! Luke, COME!-. Rhaena holds his shoulders, quickly turning him around and pushing him out of the room.
-IS THAT BLOOD?!-, Lucerys squeals from outside.
-Rhaenyra!-. Rhaena grabbs the door handle, and she turns to look at her, breathing fast and smiling with pain-. You'll be fine!-, she promised with dearness, noding.
-Oh, loveliest....!-. Rhaenyra tsks, wanting to hold her in her hands. Rhaena sighed with a smile and then closed the door quickly, going out to the hall with Luke-. That poor girl-, she sighs silly, looking at Daera.
-No eggs ever again, I know!-. Daera nods nervously, smiling, seeing how her dress began to be fully taken away from her body.
Rhaenyra laughs, but then suddenly she lets out a loud scream full of surprise and pain, feeling her belly wanting to teat itself apart. Daera flinched and began to scream scared as well, holding her arms tighter and opening her mouth as big as the caves of the Dragonpit.
-OHHH FUUUUCK! FUCK, FUCK FUCK FUCK!-, Daera screams, don't even minding to be staring at her all naked now-. OHH HELLS THAT IS BIG, THAT IS SO BIG! HOW DO YOU SEE YOUR FEET?! CAN YOU SEE YOUR FEET?!-, she yelled when seeing her uncovered belly.
-I CANNOT ACTUALLY!-, Rhaenyra used her pain on her laughs, chuckling stopless as the women began to dress her with a thin night white gown. Daera laughs agitated, shaking her head scared.
-Princess Daera, we are now going into the "push" part!-. One of the youngest midwives, Joveth, informs her as she and the others helped Nyra to get to the bed, as well as Daera, who noded agitated-. We are asking you to leave, if you please!-. She asked nicely, raising her brows.
Daera leaves her mouth opened, stuttering a thousand words in less than a second. Rhaenyra breathed deeply, shaking her head.
-Princess Daera will remain by my side!-. The Heir dictated with a hard breathing, raising her frown and looking at her. Daera gasped, having her eyes full or fear, but also confidence, if that makes sense.
-Yes, yes, I will!-. The princess instantly noded, following her every step as she now began to lie on the bed-. I won't faint, I won't faint!-, she smiles nervous.
-You won't!-, Nyra insisted and laughed, raising her brows.
-Here, princess, help us with this!-. Another of the women, Relia, handed her a white clean towel. Daera flinched holding it instantly, knowing what to use it for.
-Alright now, you are sweating like a Stark at the capital!-. She screams, beginning to clean the sweat of her face quickly. The room is filled with laughs at the instant.
-Alright princess!-. Relia places in the middle of her open legs-. PUSH!-, she screamed.
Daera opened her mouth, shivering time after time. Rhaenyra clenched her teeth and began to push with all of her strength, grunting wildly.
-OH MY GODS, ALRIGHT IS HAPPENING!-. Daera yelled, kneeling on the floor and being side to side to Nyra's face, taking one of her hands and cleaning her sweat-. EVERYBODY STAY CALM! STAY CALM!-, she screams stopless, hurting her throat.
-WE ARE CALMED!-, Maester Gerardys held his head.
-EVERYBODY STAY FUCKING CAAAALM!-. The younger princess shouted beastlike, and Rhaenyra laughed the same way, not stoping her pushings while doing so-. Push, Nyra, push!-, her voice trembles.
-Stay calm!!-, Rhaena yelled to Luke.
They are now away from the castle and the screams that came from it. They are seated on ome of the hills of the island, with Arrax and Kalistrox by their sides.
-Everything is going to turn out fine! The blood is a good sign!-. Rhaena was saying as she quickly fans Luke with her hands. He was breathless, shaking his head on the grass, pale-. It means our sibling is everytime closer!-, she smiled, with tears on her eyes.
-Blood is never a good sign!-, Lucerys gasped airless, fanning himself two. Rhaena rolled her eyes while laughing.
Arrax purred confused. Meanwhile, Syrax was flying in the skies of above, letting out constant strong growls. Kalistrox nailed his wings on the hill, lifted his neck, and opened his mouth along a mighty and loud roar that echoed in all of the island. He roared and roared.
-PUUSH, RHAENYRA, DON'T EVER STOP PUSHING!-, Daera roares endlessly, tightly helded to all five fingers of Nyra's hand as she saw her grunting and screaming endlessly-. SONGS WILL BE WRITTEN ABOUT YOU! THE QUEEN WHO ALWAYS PUSHED, THAT'S YOU!-, she screams thrilled and anxious.
It has passed a whole long hour, and the princess is still giving birth. The whole chamber feels like a dragon nest, full of hot breathings, boiling blood and stopless screams and curses that raised in the air like fire.
-Push!-. Lysa yells, vividly.
Rhaenyra roared wrinkling her teeth and all of her face, nodding and pushing with no stop, breathless.
-AND THE SONG WILL GO SOMETHING LIKE "SHE PUSHED AND PUSHED AND A DRAGON FLEW FROM HER"!-, Daera sings horribly.
-That is- the most HIDEOUS lyrics I have heard IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!!-, Rhaenyra grunted shaking her head.
-I AM NO AUTHOR!-, Daera excuses herself.
-I CAN FUCKING SEE THAT!!-, she screams back.
-We can see the head!-, Gerardys suddenly clapped. Rhaenyra sighed along a roar, and Daera froze, shocked, shivering-. Push harder, princess, come on!-, he claps.
Daera's sister or brother is about to come out. Just moments away. This time for real.
Laena smiled on Daera's mind, looking at her, lovingly.
She sobbed, airless. This time will be different. No mother will die. No sibling will either. A babe and her mother will live today, and The Rogue Princess's will make sure of it.
-COME ON, PUSH, RHAENYRA, PUSH!-. She let the towel fall, and instead she grabbed her hand with both of hers, grippint it and squeezing it endlessly. Rhaenyra roared, pushing and pushing-. YOU ARE DOING SO GOOD, FOR THE FUCK'S SAKE! DO YOU KNOW THAT?!-, her eyes began to fill with tears within a second-. PUSH, KEEP GOING!-, she motivated, yelling louder than anyone-. SHE PUSHED AND PUSHED AND A DRAGON FLEW FROM HER!!-, she sings breathless.
-That's it, keep going, keep going!-. The midwives yelled as well, smiling so big.
Rhaenyra opened her mouth and let out one of the most pained screams of her life, making the island to nearly tremble under her. Daera screamed along her, both of them staring at each other's eyes with their factions all sweated and wrinkled, letting it all out.
-COME ON, COME ON, PUSH, ONE MORE TIME! ONE!-, Daera smiles fastly, noding from up to down. Nyra clenched her teeth and grasped her hand strongly, making all of her fingers hurt badly, but she did not mind-. FUCK, THAT'S IT, PUUUSH!!-. She screams loudly.
And then, a new life came into Dragonstone. A loud and sharp cry filled the room from a second to another. All the midwives and Maester Gerardys cheered with gasps and whimpers, holding the newborn babe.
Daera felt her chest coming up and down, she felt like time has frozen. She starts to slowly turns her head around. Rhaenyra sighed with an exhausted smile, crying heartly and closing her eyes strongly.
-IT'S A BOY!-, Joveth informed thrilled.
-A BOY?!-, Daera exploded, melting on the floor. Rhaenyra laughed breathless, planning on talking, but a sudden feeling stoped her-. RHAENYRA, YOU DID IT, YOU HAVE ONE MORE SON!-, she turns excited at her, nearly starting to cry-. AND I HAVE A-
-ANOTHER!!-, Nyra screamed beastlike from a moment to another, squeezing her hand again with violence. Daera felt her mouth falling and instantly the midwives began to ready themselves again with hurry.
-A-ANOTHER?! WHAT DOES ANOTHER MEANS?! ANOTHER SONG TO BE WRITTEN?! IS- IS ON ITS WAY!-. Daera shouts scared, ignoring the pain on her hand.
-ANOTHER BABE!-, Gerardys answered agitated.
The princess gasped in shock, holding Rhaenyra's hands again with no breath. The fear took hostage of her one more time, remembering about her dead mother, her dead sister, or brother. How would she know?
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-PUSH, PRINCESS!-. Lysa screams at her.
Rhaenyra grunts and yells loudly and painly, giving all of her strength once again, feeling all the blood that was coming out of her. She cried harshly, remembering her own lady mother, the lovely Aemma, and how she died on a day like this, doing this, on a position like this. How could she not think of that, every time she gives birth?
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-YOU WILL BE FINE, RHAENYRA, YOU CAN DO THIS!-. Daera cried strongly, her sight blurred by her tears but her mind as clear as the sky-. ONE MORE, JUST ONE MORE TIME! YOU CAN, YOU DO NEVER GIVE UP!-, she motivates with no breath, holding her red hand at all moments. Nyra cried to the ceiling, feeling all of her body burning.
Laena burned.
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-I KNOW YOU CAN DO THIS!-, Daera caresses her hand endlessly. Rhaenyra opened her eyes and looked at her, grunting, pushing and crying-. BREATH!-, She screams.
Aemma stopped breathing.
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-GODS!-, Rhaenyra yelled soaked in sweat, soaked in pain.
-YOU'LL BE FUCKING FINE, I KNOW IT, KEEP PUSHING! PUSH, NYRA, PUSH!-, Daera shouts loudly, echoing in the walls.
Laena and Aemma died.
-PUSH!-, Daera cries on Rhaenyra's hand, wetting it with her endless tears.
Rhaenyra won't lose a child, nor her life.
-DON'T GIVE UP ON ME, PLEASE!-, the young princess yelled.
And Daera won't lose another mother.
-I LOVE YOU, RHAENYRA!-. Daera cried clashing her forehead on her hand and kissit it endlessly with all the love of the world, begging her to not be taken out of it.
Rhaenyra gasped breathless, opening her eyes, and at that very moment another cry of a babe reached the chambers. A strong and healthy one, just as the other.
-ANOTHER BOY!-, Gerardys instantly cheered, holding the babe carefully.
-WHAT THE-?! OH!-. Daera cannot hold herself any longer, and she melted right on her place, resting her forehead on Rhaenyra's hand and crying on the mattress with all of her soul, letting out a thousand screams. Nyra cried, sobbed and whimpered with no stop, opening her eyes and looking around at the room she still is in, alive-. TWO BOYS, two fucking boys!-. Daera cried endlessly separating from the sheets with her irritated eyes closed.
-Two healthy boys, princess!-. Relia walks to her with the two creatures on her arms, rocking them with a proud grin.
Rhaenyra laughed and sobbed breathless, raising her hands desperately towards those two little miracles. Daera sniffed her nose looking up, smiling with no air.
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The mother laughed when her two newborn sons reached her arms, already cleaned up, and feeling so warm. She jumps as she cries, hugging them to both sides of her body.
-Ow, fuck!-. Daera sobbs breathless, seeing how Nyra, crying, greeted one of the babes with a relieved smile, kissing his small head.
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-Fuking hells, Nyra-. The younger princess whimpers, shaking her head and staring at those two innocent, tiny and beautiful faces-. Did they really come out from you?!-, she asks bemused, covering her mouth.
-They did!-. her broken voice chuckled and her happy eyes turned to her other son, tenderly holding his tiny hand.
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-My brothers-, Daera sighs placing her chin on the wet bed, smiling endlessly. Rhaenyra sniffed her nose, looking at her with a growing grin.
-Come here you too-, she whispered weakly. Daera sobbed brokenly, pressing her lips and leaning towards her, getting herself in the bed. Rhaenyra cupped her cheek with her hand and pulled her closer-. I love you too-, she sobbs breathless, beginning to kiss all of her face. Daera giggled and cried at the same time, resting her forehead against hers-. I love you too, Daera-. The princess laughs caressing her cheek.
Rhaenyra and Daera both laughed against esch other's sweat foreheads, having the two babes squealing and crying at their sides, touching both of their faces with their small hands.
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Daera giggled looking down. Her cheeks are highly lifted up, and her eyes are shining beautifully. Her lips, all dehydrated, shushed tenderly within a smirk.
-I am your big sister, yes!-. She drags her words with tenderness, speaking with a sharp pitch.
She has one of the twins being tenderly rocked into her arms. He is looking up at her with his little eyes barely opened, quiet and interested in her. Daera scrunches her nose and laughs, walking around the room with slowness, never looking away from him.
-The princess pushed, and pushed, and a dragon flew from her-, the princess sings proudly, raising her brows-. Yes!-, she nods overly excited.
The mother of the twins is now resting on her bed, having the other babe placed over a soft sheet of cotton, just by her side, caressing his tiny head with tenderness. And, while doing so, she lifted her gace and looked at Daera, who funnily and sweetly she was rocking the newborn. Rhaenyra just smiled, tired, but vividly remembering how the girl stayed by her side during all the birth.
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-You are a natural-, she commented softly.
Daera laughed briefly, raising her brows and looking back at her without stopping the rockings.
-I very much doubt that-, she sighed funnily.
-Don't you think I would know? I have done this five times by now-. Rhaenyra tilts her head with amusedment. Her step-daughter smiled, flattered, biting her cheeks and lips-. You might get a bit agitated, but humour is always needed in situations like these, I do think-. She sighs with a quiet smile, caressing her son's small nose.
-In that case, my talent haunts me-. Daera sided a smile, huffing. Rhaenyra laughed funnily, wrinkling her eyes-. You've been a mother for nearly eighteen years...one would think you'd do this sleeping by now-, she jokes, tilting her head to a side.
-Dare I wish?-, the princess scoffed, and they bouth laughed amused.
Rhaenyra sighs and closes a smile, glancing at the boy on her side. White haired. She blinks a few times, still smiling, thinking about Daemon, about her other children, about Daera.
-Perhaps one day, if you wish it, you could be rocking your very own babe-. Nyra mumbled with a soft amusement, raising her brows. Daera giggled surprised, trying to even imagine herself as a mother-. Mayhaps they will call me...grandmother-, she muttered along a light snort, looking down again.
Daera blinked, staring at the purple eyes of her brother. By those last words, she thought about Jace's proposal, one she has not stop thinking about of. She even doubts if still considering it "a proposal". It is about an arranged marriage. An invitation that she could only refuse by fighting with her family, and making them to not trust her. If she ever has children, and if she ever has them with Jace, of course...Rhaenyra would be their grandma.
The young princess shivers, and closes her eyes for a few moments. She quickly thinks about the words she's to speak now.
-I love Jace-. Daera talks, low and thoughful.
Rhaenyra furrowed her brows, raising her head again with surprise, not having expecting her to touch the subject. When she mentioned to imagine herself as grandma of Daera's children, she did it because, well...she sees herself as her mother. She was expecting a reaction, but what she got was an olive branch to touch the very delicate situation the family has been dealing with lately. So, she took the chance.
-And he loves you, Daera-. Rhaenyra nods, curving her brows-, hence why he is whising so heartly for you to accept his proposal, as we all are too-. She points with a soft but serious tone, marking her words.
Daera turns around, giving her her back while rocking the baby with softness. She thinks, blinking. I won't talk about Aemond now. She already has, many times, and the answer from everyone has been the same one. He is dangerous, he is not good for you. Bull-shit. Any ways, the princess decides to rise a question that, honestly, has been running in circles on her mind since she last talked with her grandma, princess Rhaenys, almost a fortnight ago, on their last day in Driftmark.
-I do not know if I can be Queen-, she suddenly confesses, turning around again. Rhaenyra blinks, somewhat surprised by the lack of mention of Aemond-. I...I am not sure that I am correctly suited for it-, the princess mumbles.
-Suited?-, The Heir repeats within a whisper, beginning to smile.
-Ready-, Daera clarifes, making the older one to huff a laugh briefly-. Do you think I jest?-, she complains, honestly ashamed, tsking.
-No, no, I do not-. Rhaenyra instantly denies, not fading her smile away-. Come-, she pats the bed with one of her legs, wanting her to approach. Daera sighs, walking towards there with heavy steps, almost dragging her feet. Cautiously, she places the twin on the bed alongside his brother, and then she sits herself, in front of her-. Do you not know how a great leader you are?-, she asks, narrowing her eyes.
-Well, I do not understimate myself, I know my strengths-. Daera mumbles prideful, shrugging. Nyra chuckles, tilting her head-. But they are not the same, are they?-. She asks within a sigh.
-What things, brave girl?-. The princess mumbles tenderly, looking softly at her eyes.
-Leadership, and royalty-. Daera stresses, raising her brows. The older one stares at her with a sweet understanding, noding a little-. I don't know how to be Queen-, she snorts.
-No woman does, until she is Queen-. Rhaenyra raises her brows, wisely. The young Targaryen hears her with a light insecureness, very rare of her.
Daera is being sincere at the moment, not pretending anything. Turns out that the way out for her and Aemond she is planning requires...true knowledge, about this subject.
-Let us say that...you are Queen, imagine-. Rhaenyra begins to tell, and Daera nods, attending-. You have an audience with two commonfolks of the realm, and they urge for you to put an end to a situation they have-. She says-. Imagine that there is one bread-, she states.
-Oh I am so bad in mathematics-, Daera sighs nervous.
-This is not calculus-. The Heir to the throne instantly denies-. This is queenship-, she stresses, raising her brows. The girl furrows hers, noding serious and asking her to continue-. The two men are starving. One of them has worked for twenty-three years in the sowings of the castle wheat. He has never delivered a harvest late, and his resources make The Red Keep suppers a delicacy every dear night-. Rhaenyra speaks with politeness and a tiny smirk. Daera smiles tinyly, thinking about the imaginary workman-. The other is a beggar from Flea Bottom. He has not committed any crime, but he has never contributed a grain of sand to the growth of the royal family and its allies-, Nyra sighs raising her brows, doubtful-...Who do you give the bread to?-. She then asks, staring deeply at her.
Daera blinks slowly, sucking on her cheeks slightly and looking back at her too, thinking. Six seconds then, the young princess blinks again, opening her mouth.
-Well I bake another fucking bread-. She answered within a snort. Rhaenyra's expression shined as she sighed and began to laugh, proudly-. And they would not be starving in the first place, who the fuck let that happen?-. Daera scoffs rolling her eyes blank.
-See?-, Nyra giggles-. You got it in you-, she raised her brows, proudly. The younger princess gasped, smiling for two quick seconds, surprised. Rhaenyra sighed through her nose, staring at her-. I know, Daera, that this wasn't on your plans-, she confesses, somewhat serious again.
Daera looks down, pressing her lips. When seeing the babes, she smiled for a moment, and then gulped slowly. She thinks about Aemond, she thinks about her family. Two so different forces.
-But you won't be Queen on the morrow, my girl-, Rhaenyra sighs with a sad and comprehensive smile, tilting her head to a side while shaking it briefly, looking at her-. My father looked after me, and helped to get me prepared for my duties-. She speaks positive and tenderly-. Your father, and I...-she places a hand over her shoulder, caressing it-, shall do the very same with you-. She blinks softly.
The young princess lifted her gaze again, feeling a good kind of feeling on her heart, which beated with easiness. The feeling is good, she repeats to herself, surprised. Could it be?, she asks to her mind, Everything is pointing to it, she answers.
Daera started to smile, slowly, towards Rhaenyra, who smiled dearly at her too, breathing calmly.
-Quick, quick!-
-You are stepping on me!-
-Just open the bloody doors!-
Yellings from outside the rooms made the two princesses to turn their heads with curiosity. The, the doors are fastly opened, and from there, the whole rest of the family entered the chambers, hurried.
Daemon's mouth fell to the floor, as well as all his weapons. He let his sword and dagger to fall on his feet, and he froze when he stared at the bed. Joffrey, Baela, Jace, Luke and Rhaena gasped as well when seeing the two little babes resting on the mattress. And, on their sides, Rhaenyra and Daera sweetly cuddled with the newborns, staring back at them with amusement.
-Seven heavens...-Luke whispered, begginning to bigly smile.
-Are those...?-, Baela squeals, feeling her legs trembling.
Daemon blinks slowly, feeling how fastly his heartbeat was going. One of the few times that The Rogue Prince has been left speechless, now, when seeing his new children.
-Well what are you waiting for?-, Rhaenyra asks, funnily. Light tears gathered on her eyes, staring at her husband, who looked back at her with a besmused expression, barely remembering how to walk-. They are waiting for you-, she mumbles, proudly.
-I want to hold them!-, Joffrey squeaked running instantly to the bed.
-Not before I!-, Rhaena also shouts out towards there, as all the others did too.
Rhaenyra laughs loudly, taking one of the babes on her arms again, while Daera did the same with the other, also chuckling as seeing how everybody got close within a second, yelling and talking altogether.
-There is no blood anymore!-, Luke sighs with a smile, kneeling over the mattress-. This is much better!-, he says, breathless.
-Ey ey ey, careful!-. Daera hisses towards her siblings, who all climbed into the bed, thrilled-. They just arrived, do not give the boys a heart attack already-, she taunts.
-Boys?-, Daemon repeated, standing at one side of the bed, eyes wide opened. Rhaenyra smiled at him, nodding lovingly, blushed.
Jace gasped, while Baela and Luke covered their mouths before the gender reveal. Rhaena sobbed closing her eyes, laughing. Meanwhile, Daera raised her hands with caution, handing to her father the babe she was holding.
-Boys-, Rhaenyra's proud and weak voice spoke as Daemon, in awe, hold the child very carefully, staring at him with his mouth opened-. We have two sons-, she sobbed, handing him the other.
-Holy fuck-, Daemon mumbled, taking the other one too on his arms. Now he was holding his newborn twins. His. Pure. Beautiful.
Giggles and sighs were heard all over the room, caming from the bed, where the Targaryen family was feeling gratefully overwhelmed by the sentiment of the newcoming children. All these months waiting, and they are here.
-Healthy?-, Daemon mumbled under his breath, staring lovingly at both pair of purple eyes. He couldn't help but remember the times when he used to hold his three girls when they were just babes.
-Flapping like dragons-, Daera answered proudly. Her father and Nyra laughed, while her siblings smiled silently, still taking the pure happy feeling in.
-Two brothers!-, Baela sniffed her nose, smiling endlessly.
-Well done, mother-. Luke whispered, leaning front and landing a sweet kiss on Nyra's hair, which was wet with sweat. She sighed tiredly, caressing her sweet boy's hair.
All these last days, the feelings that has surrounded the family are sour ones, regarding the "Daera and Aemond" situation. Tense silences, cold gaces, heated discussions between everybody, lots of crying. But now, with the arriving of the twins, all those feelings suddenly, very suddenly, now seem distant. Happiness is thriving in the family and, to be honest, they were already craving it and missing it dearly.
-Ao lanta jāhor mazverdagon rōvēgrie byka drivoās  [ You two will make great little warriors ]-, Daemon grunted proudly, raising his brows towards his sons.
-Kessa [ Indeed ]-, Nyra noded with a laugh. Joffrey giggled, walking to Daemon and standing at his side with a very curious look.
-Was the birthing difficult?-, Jace asks with a worried and tender tone, taking one of his mother's hands-. I regret of being so far during it-, he mumbled.
-Worry not, my son-. Rhaenyra sighed softly, leaning her head on the pillows-. Daera always stayed by my side-. She whispered, proudly, turning to look at the girl, who smiled at her. The guys blinked, surprised, staring at her too. Daemon, doing so as well, pressed his lips within a brief smirk.
-You did?-, Baela whispered, and when Daera saw her sisters looking at her with such admiration and love, after spending so many days without doing so, she flickered, sobbing and curving her brows.
-Of course I did-, she mutters thinly, moving her knees a little on the bed, towards them. Rhaena and Baela gulped with sad smiles, staring at her endlessly-. I'll never make my family aside, come here-. Daera snorted and sobbed. Her sisters instantly leaned front and buried themselves on her older sister's arms, and she surrounded them with them lovingly, furrowing her brows.
Baela, Rhaena and Daera hugged deeply, making silence, though sobbing a little. The girls held each other as they never have before, forgivinlike. The three Targaryen sisters set aside every quarrel they have had the last days, and just hugged it out, not allowing one more second between them to be tense or tedious. They are sisters, for the fuck's sake, and no fight will ever destroy that, much less Aemond fucking Targaryen.
The whole family stared at them almost with heart-eyes, sensing that the feelings on the ambience defintely were being different than the ones of these past days. Daemon sighed lovingly, looking at his sons with surprise.
-Two Peacemakers now, we appear to have-. The Rogue Prince mumbled, and everyone in the chambers laughed funnily, agreeing.
-May I hold any of them?-, Joffrey asks curiously, raising his arms towards the babes and jumping on his place to reach them.
-Eh eh eh-, Daemon shook his head with a sharp tone, while Jace aparted his little brother with a light push.
-Away, Joff-. Jacaerys raised his brows, pushing him away from Daemon's tranquility. He smiles, rocking his sons while emitting low rhythmic hums.
-Are there any names yet?-, Rhaena asks excited, aparting her head from Daera's shoulders and looking at The Heir with a smile.
-Actually, we were waiting for you all, to start deciding-. Rhaenyra smirked, caressing her belly even though there was any creature in there no longer-. Though I confess to have one in mind already-, she shows off, surprising them all, including Daera-. I have his...-, a lovely mumbles comes out of her mouth as she raised her hands towards one of the babes.
Daemon leaned front towards her and, carefully, Lucerys was the one in holding the boy, doing it with a fast breath and a big smile, having his blue eyes widely opened. Everyone laughed as Luke handed the babe to Rhaenyra's arms. She took him with love, giggling.
-That's the first twin-, Daera noticed with her eyes narrowed, smiling.
-Uhum-, Nyra chuckles tenderly, caressing the little forehead with two fingers of hers-. This one is...-. Everybody looked at her with suspense, noding-...Aegon-, she sighed within a smile.
They all froze, opening their eyes big. Baela and Rhaena turned to look at Daera and she looked back at them, and then them three glanced at Jace and Luke, who stared at them too with notorious perturbation. Daemon just blinked, grossed out.
-Dare I disagree?-, he mutters sarcastic, raising his brows and rocking the other babe that was still on his arms.
-Because of Aegon The Conqueror!-. Rhaenyra quickly clarified, taking their minds off Aegon II. Before the clarificaction they all sighed, somewhat relieved.
-Oh that's better-, Baela mumbled.
-Well, I quite like it-. Daera shrugged, cockily, kneeling on the bed to look at Aegon's sweet face-. It's already damn time for someone to clear up the name-, she mumbled proudly, making them all laugh.
-Our other boy, will be named by his father-. Nyra talked with a soft pride, looking up at Daemon. He bit his cheeks from the inside, fixing his posture and staring at his wife with one special shine on his eye, never blinking. She smiled at him, all tired and sweaty. Beautiful.
-Please do not name him "Aemond" now-, Joffrey pleaded with passion, closing his eyes.
And Daera was the first one to laugh. She chuckled loudly and funnily, as well as the others, who couldn't not feeling susprise when seeing her laughing so easily after a joke about her 'beloved lover'. She didn't seem to care about it, and neither about them laughing. That was something really curious to see.
Daemon gulped briefly, looking down at his son again. Those little purple eyes stared at him with quietness and serenity. Peaceful. Just like someone he knows very well.
-Hum-, Daemon snorts a laugh, sweetly palming the babe's back with his fingers-. This one'll be Viserys-, he announces proudly, smiling at him.
-Yes!-, Luke instantly cheered.
Rhaenyra sighed and smiled lovingly, closing her eyes. All the siblings celebrated the named babes with smiles and low clappings, don't wanting to startle them, but oh gods, how good they were feeling, how light.
-We must toast on tonight's supper!-, Jace decides with a big smile-. To Aegon and Viserys-, he raises his arms, and they all smiled cheeerfuly-. And by the way, I'll teach them to use the blade-, he suddenly said.
-The fuck?! Of course not, I will!-. Daera instantly discussed.
-I'll teach them how to sew!-, Baela claps dreamy.
-Why would the sew?-, Jace snorts.
-Children-, Rhaenyra rolled her eyes while Daemon did not care about them and just smiled looking at Viserys and Aegon.
-I'll teach them how to swim!-, Rhaena raises a finger.
-To ride their dragons!-, Luke signed up to the list too.
-Alright but first the sewing-, Baela inssisted.
-Why the sewing?!-, Jacaerys and Daera asked in unison.
-It will help them relax, it never hurts!-, she instanly screamed back.
-Shut up!-, Joffrey snorted in the middle of all of them.
-It was like that with you too, little man-. Rhaenyra sighed caressing Joff's hair. He opened his eyes big, imagining it-. Enough!-, she raised her voice and little, and everybody instantly silenced their mouths-. Gods-, she smiles rolling her eyes.
The siblings glanced funnily between them, keeping silence. In the middle of it, Daera looked down for a few seconds, getting lost on her thoughts. She hears the own beatings of her heart, which were starting to pound really fast. It is time, she said to herself. She inhaled through her nose, knowing this is the best moment to do it.
The way out.
-I would like to make an announcement-. The princess suddenly spoke, kind of serious, which made everybody to look at her in the same way, also a little cautious. They kept silence, not wanting the happy moment to be over-. I...I want you all to hear it-, she nods-, the dearest faces of my life...-a heavy sighs escapes her mouth.
Daemon rocks Viserys with softness, staring at his older daughter with his lips pressed and his ckeeks sucked to the inside. Jace inhales through his nose and looked at her too, deeply, with his pupils dilatated. Baela glanced at him sideways, and gulped, looking back at her sister instantly.
-I do not love one thing more than I love my family-, Daera confesses within a quiet tone, slowly standing up from the bed, being under all their gaces-. There is no one more important to me in the Seven Kingdoms than you all, though it may haven't been so clear these past few days-. She whispers, sighing, and walking towards her father with hurriless steps. Rhaenyra stares at her with her lips lightly opened, listening-. And for that...I give you all my sincerest apology-, she sighed.
Rhaena tilts her head to a side. Luke blinked with worriness and tenderness, creating a little smile. Jace, slowly, licked his lips, hearing every of her words carefully while looking at her thoughtful eyes.
-I posses a style of life that very few can, and perhaps I have been a little too hard on those who have given it to me-. Daera confessed, somewhat ashamed, taking Viserys's small hand and caressing it sweetly.
-A little-, Daemon mumbled under his breath, looking at her. Daera sighed and laughed, which made everyone else to smile, almost automatically, feeling how honest she's being.
-I am willing to take the hard decision this time, maybe for the first time on my life, if I might be blunt-. The Rogue Princess sighed raising her brows and looking at her father, whose eyes were shining curiously, attending to her every word. She takes air slowly-. I am ready to fulfill my duty as princess-. She noded. Rhaenyra tilts her head, blinking bigly-...and as future queen-. Daera completed her sentence, letting Viserys's hand go.
All the siblings gasped. Daemon blinked widely, turning to look at Nyra, who did the very same. Jacaerys gasped and within a second stood up from the bed, walking to her side and standing in front of her, having his heart quickly beating. Daera smiled, almost sadly, staring back at him for a few silent seconds.
-I accept your marriage proposal, Jace-. She finally said, within a laugh, raising her brows funnily. He afflicted his throat, speechless. And meanwhile, Rhaenyra opened her eyes and smiled so happy, almost jumping on the bed. Daemon closed his eyes, shaking his head. Lucerys clapped, thankful, kneeling on the bed. Rhaena smiled breathless, and then looked sideways at Baela. Baela took a lot of air, and forced a proud smile on her lips, gulping and clapping along Luke, noding.
-Daera-, Jace sighed shaking his head-. You-
-Wait!-, Daemon suddenly interrupted, making everyone to look at him. He looked at Daera, who blinked tilting her head to a side-. Nice speech, lady, but what will you do about the cunt?-, he asks directly, raising his brows.
-Aegon?-, Daera automatically named him when hearing the word "cunt".
-Hey!-, Rhaenyra repproached while rocking Aegon.
-Not that Aegon, neither The Conqueror Aegon, the other Aegon, the cunt Aegon!-. Daera quickly clarifies.
-The cunt Aemond!-. Daemon harshly stresses, shutting everyone up. His older daughter looked back at him, closing her mouth-. What are you gonna do about him?-, he asks, serious.
Daera does not blinks once, having her chin prideful up. She has to speak, she has to answer, the safe way.
-I will have him no longer as my lover, I have decided, and I shall make him know it-. The princess responded, as serious as her dad. They all looked at her with interest, opening their eyes big-. If I must choose between him, and my own...I choose you-. Daera dictated. Daera lied-. I know I can do so-, she nods confident.
Everybody saw the struggle in her eyes. They were sad, but also decided. All these days it has been clear that Daera do really has feelings for the one-eyed prince, but right at this moment, she is at last letting them know those feelings are not enough to blind her and her devotion to her family, devotion to her side. By all means, it looks like Daera is actually taking a hard decision, and proudly.
Daemon sighed slowly, looking down and giving a light nod, also smiling tinyly. He trusted her.
Daera raised her head and looked around to all of them. They all were proud, relieved, worriless now. And that only made her to giggle and smile, happily. This is what she wants, what she wants to always have.
The princess blinks when feeling some warm hands taking hers. She faces Jace, who held her hands with dearness, looking at her the same way. There is not a romantic shine on his eyes, but his love is true and deep, staring at the princess with a relieved and thankful smile. She tsked and leaned front, which he did too, almost touching his forehead with hers. They smiled at each other, silently and tenderly.
-Yeah it will be weird-, she suddenly snorted, shrugging.
That brought laughs to all the room, where all of them giggled and chuckled funnily, so lightfeeling. Luke even began to clap again, laughing, and Joffrey did the same thing, jumping at Nyra's side. She was chuckling as well, looking at them with a bright smile.
Daera and Jace bursted out laughing as well, stepping front and hugging each other tightly.
-You'll make the finest queen-, he whispered lovingly, closing his eyes. She smiled with tenderness, caressing his back-. You'll be great-, he added.
-We both will be-, Daera mumbled sweetly.
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Aemond's mane is slowly bouncing on his back with every step he takes. Hurriless, firm, tense, his steps were.
The One-Eyed Prince walks through a large hall of The Red Keep, ignoring the guards, ignoring the maidens, the servants. He is more on his mind than in the castle, thinking and thinking as he walked. It almost looked like that his thoughts were on blank, which they definetely were not.
He has found a way too. He has taken a decision, and is about to make it known to the persons that so desperately want to hear it. Aemond realized something, after so many days giving it thought. There is only one way.
When seeing the prine coming, two guards instantly opened the doors that directed to the hall of The Great Council. Aemond kept his firm walk, not looking at them or thanking them.
Serious, he entered the room, hiding the nervous deep inside of him.
The Queen and The Hand of The King were alone in the chambers, seating in The Great Table. A meeting has just been ended. Father and daughter were planning to stand up and leave as well, but all of that stopped when they saw who walked into the room, all serious and confident.
-Son-, Alicent greets with a curios tone, placing her hands on the table.
-Mother, grandfather-. He greeted towards them. Otto just blinked, looking at him with interest.
Aemond stopped walking before reaching the table. His posture is impecable, as always, with his arms crossed behind his back and his chin up witg firmness. There is confidence on his eye and cockiness on his lips, which were calmly closed.
Alicent and Otto wondered what this is about, for he does not custom to attend to the council.
-What is it, grandson?-. The Hand asked, narrowing his eyes. Alicent stared at her son with her lips open and brows lightly curved, curious.
Aemond looked at his mother, doing it for a few quiet seconds where the only thing heard were the birds from outside the castle. If anyone loves him the most, is his mother. She was the only one who stood up for him when he lost an eye, the only one who fought, the only one who begged for justice, the only one who always promised he would have a dragon one day. And if there is anyone he would never want to let down, is her. And he won't.
-My mind has been cleared at last, and it is not blinded by lust any longer-. Aemond said his words, singsong, creating an arrogant little smile. Alicent and Otto furrowed their brows, completely attentive-. Hmm, I will not take my cousin as wife, and will not fratenize with her any longer-. The prince informed proudly, taking a firm step foward.
Instantly, he saw how their faces changed to surprised ones, raising their brows and opening their mouths. Alicent even started to smile, so briefly. Aemond inhaled through his nose, nodding.
-Wise, my prince...-Otto murmured, cautiously.
-My hand shall remain clear-. The One-Eyed Prince promised, looking at The Queen, who looked straight to his eye with relieve and surprise, still taking it in. But it was not to hard for them. In these kind of situations, the dutyful ones, Aemond has always been to trust. Always-. And I shall not make you doubt of me, mother-. He dictated, firm.
Alicent sighed and smiled tinyly, scratching her fingers, and noding towards him with relieve and trust. Otto breathed in and smirked as well, turning to look at his daughter to tell her something about the benefits of the prince's decision.
The prince did not actually listen, and he just stared at them while they talked. He opened his eye big, creating a slow smile on his sharps lips.
They heard what they wanted to hear. Is there any better plan?
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Alicent stands on the high balcony of her chambers. Her posture was rigid and her face a sour one, staring to the sky with a tedious expression.
-How dare she?-, The Queen mumbles with indignation.
Kalistrox is arriving to the capital, from a far. Flying above of Blackwater Bay, the dragon roared loudly and mightly, telling everybody about his arrival. On his back, of course, is princess Daera, with her hair flying in the air.
This is the first time she comes to King's Landing after the escandal of Driftmark. It has been nearly a month. And now, suddenly, here she is, back.
-If Aemond sees her...-, Alicent growls, jelaous of her son.
-He wouldn't do a thing-. Otto's rasp voice spoke from behind her. She gulped, having her father standing with her on the balcony, also staring at The Golden Ray-. Receive her, daughter, without fuss-. He ordered.
-Huh-, she scoffed briefly, faking a smile-. Bold lf me it would be to trust such savage-, her mumble speaks with resentment.
-But you trust your son-, he recalled-. She comes to visit her nephews and nothing else but-. The Hand speaks serene and low, looking at the golden dragon dissappearing from their view when he finally landed-. That rogue Aemond already has understood the consequences of any relation with his cousin, and he is no fool to forget that he did-. Otto says, confident and serious. Alicent hears him with a tired expression, noding-. Cause no furore-, he ordered-...Is all over now-
The Queen sighs through her nose, believing him.
Meanwhile, Helaena is in her chambers. The princess is calmly seated on a divan, staring with a quiet to Jaehaerys and Jaehaera. The littles boy and girl were being attended by the princess's maiden, who was putting them to bed carefully.
-Here we are-, the girl mumbles proudly, getting Jaehaerys on his craddle made of gold. Helaena giggles when she heard him babbling funnily-. And here we are-, she laughs a little as well, placing Jaehaera on her craddle too.
-You are very kind, Diana-. Helaena smiles nervously at her, playing with her fingers.
The blonde her girl smiles at her, blushing.
-It is my pleasure, princess-. Her sweet voice said within a brief chuckle.
Outside of the princess's chambers were two knights guarding the doors quietly. These two happened to be the Cargyll twins, both of them on their armours, fulfilling their duties.
And, at the same time, they turned their heads when hearing some light and fast steps approaching. With this, they see princess Daera entering the hall with a big smile, almost dancing while she walked. Her long blue gown bounces as well as her hair with every step, and her face wears a joyful shine.
Ser Arryk furrowed his brows briefly, keeping a blank expression. Erryk, on the other hand, tilted his head a little, curving his lips into a very tiny smile, seeing curiously to the happy princess approaching to them with her characteristic confident smile.
-Good day, warriors of the realm!-. She greets happily, standing in front of them.
-Princess-, Arryk and Erryk both noded politely.
-Well, almost night, innit?-. Daera mumbles, shrugging-. Matters don't, I already said good day-. She scoffs, which made Ser Erryk to smile briefly, noding-. Ser Erryk, curious to see you in here. Shouldn't you be with the biggest fool of my family?-, she asks curiously.
-Prince Aegon is attending to some privates matters of his own, princess-. Erryk answered, and she laughed funnily when he instantly catchep up who the fool was. Arryk sighed through his nose, staring front.
-Wonderful-, Daera raises her brows-. Uh, well, I've come to see my nephews, if I may-. She grabs her hands with a polite gesture, smiling at both of them.
The twins noded, grabbing the handles of the doors and opening it for her. At the instant, from inside, Helaena gasped and smiled huge when seeing Daera. She smiled as well, excited, starting to enter the room.
-Ouh-, Daera stops herself, turning to look at Ser Erryk, who still holds the door for her. He stared back, waiting for an order-. By the way, I apologize for my manners with you bavk in Driftmark, Ser Erryk-. She remembers with a brief giggle, scrunching her nose. He just blinks and nods lightly-. I was a bit...agitated-, she excuses.
-No worries, my princess-. The knight answers politely. She smiles at him, noding, and then continued her path into the chambers. Erryk and Arryk closed the doors back again.
-Cousin!-, Daera sighs opening her arms, walking to Helaena, who laughed vividly and stood up from her divan, heading to her as well.
The princesses hugged lovingly for a few seconds, and then smiled at each other while holding their elbows.
-Princess-, the maiden made a reverence towards Daera, who raised her brows when becaming aware of her.
-Diana!-, she greeted kind, making her smile-. No need-, she laughs shaking her head. Helaena smiles looking at her cousin, and then turned her head to the servant.
-You may go rest, Diana-. The princess said with a kind tone, tilting her head.
-My ladies-, Diana instantly noded with a smile, beginning to walk away-. Have a splendid night-, she wished to both of them.
-You as well-, Daera smiled following her with her gace.
The knights opened the doors for the servant, who walked calmly away. The twins glanced quickly inside the room, to check on them. Daera smirked at them with her hands on her belly. Erryk answered the smile, and then closed again within a second.
-Now, where are they?!-. The brown-skinned princess asks excited, looking all around.
-Sleeping, so shush!-. Helaena answered funnily, taking one of her hands and pulling her softly.
Daera bites her lips with a smile when they arrived in front of the cradles. In there, her nephew and niece were calmly sleeping already, looking so adorable.
-Ow shit, look at them-. Daera whispered tenderly, curving her brows. Helaena smiles softly, staring at them too-. Is it me or they have grown?-, she sighed.
-It is you-, her cousin giggled, which she did too. Daera smiled tenderly, tilting her head and then looking back at her after some silent seconds.
-It is weird to see you without the big belly-, she muttered funnily, staring at her now flat abdomen.
-A strange feeling, indeed-. Helaena sighed a little amused, caressing her belly with one of her hands. Daera smiled at her, blinking.
-Rhaenyra gave birth already, a fortnight ago-. She informed, surprising her cousin, who smiled happily-. Twins as well, can you believe it?-. She asks within a laugh, staring at the babes.
-Twins?!-, Helaena laughs.
-Aegon and Viserys-. Daera named proudly, crossing her hands over her abdomen. Helaena blinked huge, giggling a little because of their names-. My baby brothers-, she chuckles.
-Oh, you have brothers!-. Helaena claps happily, scrunching her nose. Daera did the same, laughing-. I am so happy for your family-, she smiles dearly, curving her brows.
-Thank you, cousin-, the younger one grins sweetly, looking at her nephews.
-New lives bring new beginnings, I have been feeling-. Helaena whispers lovingly, staring at her dear children and talking with a soft voice.
-I utterly agree, dearest-. Daera mumbles proudly, and then sighs, looking at her again-. That is why I need a favour from you, if I dare ask-, she speaks lowly, raising her brows.
Helaena blinks curiously, listening to her, immediately.
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A long white finger passes the pages of a thick book, and a calmed purple eye reads it in silence and quietness.
Prince Aemond is seated on the library he usually attends to, the small and calm one of the castle. In there, he is reading at the moment, alone with his thoughts and the Valyrian words.
That, until one of the doors is opened from a second to another. He raises his eye with tediousness, planning on instantly send away whoever it was. But, when he sees Helaena, his annoyance quickly fades away.
-Have you come to join my reading?-, he asks curiously-. You could polish your Valyrian from time to time-, he advices.
Helaena giggles like a child, letting the door open and quickly walking to him, leaning front. Aemond furrows his brows with interest, not moving a muscle.
-What is it, sister?-. He questions.
-Daera is here-. She informed with no riddle, excited. Aemond opened his eye big, instantly feeling how everything inside him twirled crazily-. She is waiting for you-, Helaena whispers.
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The Rogue Princess blinks slowly, thoughtful. Her purple eyes were shining, staring at The Black Dread's skull from behind, seeing all the holes and bones above the cript from a new perspective. All the candles surrounding him were lighting her face faintly, very softly.
She hears some steps approaching quickly, which made her to look at there with attention, feeling her heart beating fastly. Seconds then, Aemond arrives with fast steps, hooded and covered from head to toe with his coat.
The candles burned hotter when their gaces found each other.
-Fu- fuck-, Aemond sighed a cursing, shoting out with quickness towards her. Daera gasped, opening her mouth. But, before she could speak a single word, he grabbed her face with both hands and kissed her deeply from a moment to another.
The princess moaned, closing her eyes and opening her mouth, immediately answering such hungry and desperate kiss. Aemond grunted shakily, possesing her hips and slaving her lips, tasting them with no stop. They both groaned, gripping their bodies together as if they were one. Them bloody clothes were in the middle of that.
The One-Eyed Prince grunted, and suddenly pushed her, making her lower back to clash with the wall of Balerion's cript. He caged her in there, placing his hands at the sides of her body and making the back of her head to rest on the dragon's. After this, he outed his tongue and began to kiss her neck religiously, licking it and biting it.
She feels her cunt already starting to become wet, slowly begginning to drip. Aemond, at the single moment of seeing her, started getting hard. And now, tasting her feeling her, has made his pants to feel really tight and little.
-Oh my- Aemond, stop-. She moans as low as she can, losing her fingers on his hair inside the hood, and gripping it tightly. He hummed, growly, shaking his head with denial, not stopping his love bites over her sweet skin. Daera forms a big silent smile, blinking a few times while feeling his expert and hot tongue.
It does not matter how many times it happens. Everytime they see each other again, after being apart, the insane love and crazy lust they feel for the other always wins above any other feeling that might be on their hearts. But, using every inch of her little sanity, Daera grunted and pushed him away, taking off his mouth of her neck.
-Oh Daera-, he growls her name, almost menacing, remembering what she did to him they last time they saw, on their island-. Why did you take so long?-, he grunts, deperate. It has been a whole moon already since that day.
-My deepest apologies-, she whispers, breathing fast, feeling the boiling saliva he left on her neck. Aemond looks around with quickness, furrowing his lips-. I was i-
-We were both in a search, I know it-. The prince interrupted her with a low tone, nodding. He gives tiny steps foward, nearing their bodies even more. Daera fighted to not moan when she felt his erection pushing over her dress-. But that is done now. I found a solution-, he whispered.
-So did I-, she quickly says. The prince blinks, surpised, making silence and letting her talk. The princess sighs through her nose, staring at his precious eye-. I will wed Jacaerys-. And so, she said it.
Aemond went blank, freezing and tensing every bone of his body. Daera instantly smiled, shaking her head.
-But no, no, easy-. The princess whispers, raising her hands and caressing all his face with dearness. Her thumb caress his nose and then his lips, warming them-. In reality, I will be wed to you-, she clarified, looking at him with the purest love.
Having forgot how to blink, he tilts his head to a side, now even more confused. A voice spoke in his mind. Let her talk, trust her.
-What?-. Barely being able to speak, he asked her, opening his eye widely. He sees how she laughs, all confident, which made him more nervous-. How, may I know?!-, he whispers anxiously.
-You may-, Daera giggles, caressing his cheeks lovingly-. I have realized something, my dear, and that is I will not live a life where I keep endlessly fighting for you and my family to enjoy each other's company-. She whispers shaking her head. He gulps, looking at her with a worried curiosity-. They hate you, and you hate them. That is a lamentable truth for me, but one that I have to make my peace with-, the princess sighed through her mouth, leaving it open-. But I love both of you, and I shall have you both, at the same time-. She firmly dictates-...I will not choose one, but two-, she shook her head.
Aemond blinks slowly, feeling how big the pupil of his eye was. He looks at her, analyzing her words, reading her expression, feeling her love and determination. He knew what the result of all that is.
-A secret wedding-. The one-eyed whispered softly. She inhaled through her nose, forming a slow smile, and noding. He sighs, taking her hands and rising them at the height of their faces. They interwined their fingers, looking at each other stopless-. I thought about a secret wedding as well-, he confessed, surprising her-. But...two?-, he narrows his eye, confused.
Daera smirks, caressing his fingers and furrowing her brows.
-Look at him-, she tilts her head towards Balerion. Aemond stared at the dragon skull, and then, she mentioned his most known rider-. Aegon The Conqueror. He took his two sisters...as wives-, the princess recalls. He blinks slowly, looking at her again.
-One for duty, and one for love-. Aemond recited what every historian and person of culture knows.
-Our families and some more knows about our affair. They do not want us together, my love-. Daera tells the truth with no riddle, which made him to gulp ashamed, noding-. My marriage with Jace would mean the greatest duty for me, the greatest wall for us to build...and everyone will be happy, including us, including our love-. The love of his life sighs, smiling, hopeful.
Aemond stares at her deeply. The candles are reflected on his eyes, which were full of love, admiration, and now, hope as well.
-Just think about it, to be back to how we started-. Daera dreams within a whisper, holding the ends of his hair, playing with them-. By our own, with our dragons nobody fucking with us, nobody giving their fucking opinion-. She speaks with passion. Aemond furrows his lips with a tiny smirk, feeling his heart pounding fast and his manhood pulsing just by the thought-. You are my bloody Rhaenys, and Jace'll be my Visenya...-she purrs, caressing his abdomen.
The prince breathes slowly, directing his eye to her again.
She bites her inferior lip, staring at him while caressing his chest and neck, slowly. He hummed lowly, gripping her waist again, and placing his forehad on hers. She moans briefly, grabbing his ass and pushing him closer.
-How could I ever share you?-, he asks within a murmur, above of her lips. All his blood burns by the single thought of Jacaerys having her body, her soul.
-Oh my love, is that what you fear?-. His love giggles funnily, taking his hood off his head, and hugging to his neck tightly. He purrs, starting to wrinkle her skirt on his long fingers, raising it-. I will not be touched, and neither will I touch him. That won't be of need until after Rhaenyra's reign-, she pointed.
-And after her reign?-. He grunted his question, not even minding to think about politics and how he disagrees with the statement-. Will I have to listen to the bastard fucking you? Will I have to hear him calling you his?-, Aemond growls, breathing fast-. Will I-?
-When I am Queen...-she interrupted him by taking one of his hands and placing it under her skirt, pushing it against her wet womanhood. He instantly moaned, grabbing her cunt immediately-. Oh when I am Queen, I'll make my own rules...-she moans as well, squeezing his strong shoulders-, and everyone will know who is my real owner-, Daera purrs over his mouth. They both breath fast, his fingers starting to move on her cunt-. Aemond Targaryen-, she named him, lustful.
The Targaryen Prince growled pushing her again against the stone of the cript. They kissed wildly, breathless, moving their tongues and clashing their teeth. Aemond humms as he played with her clit, moving it from side to side with quickness. Daera moans shakily, hugging to his neck and closing her eyes in the middle of her whimpers.
He rubs two fingers against all of her womanhood, feeling how wet and hot it was. Not long after he introduces those two fingers in her, moaning when doing so, for he never gets tired of how good her insides feels. The princess bit her lips with all the force of the kingdoms, shushing any scream and instead biting his neck harshly. Aemond groaned and laughed, rubbing his erection against one of her hands while losing his on her cunt, listening to the tasty sound it was making.
-Aemond, let's- let us go to your chambers-. She pleaded, breathing fast-. I want to scream-, she whimpered.
-We will go when I want us to go, how about that?-. He mumbled, burlesque, curling his fingers inside of her, knowing very good where her spot was. Daera opens her mouth and cries muted, gripping his shoulders harder-. You thought yourself funny when you left me horny on our island, didn't you?-, he taunts.
-Fuck!-. She started to regret that moment.
-Now you keep silent, my girl-. Aemond whispered in one of her ears, then licking it. She trembled, gulping, and closing her mouth. She feels his fingers thrusting in and out of her, and his other hand grabbing her ass endlessly, squeezing it as if it was a toy-. Who would wed us, Daera?-. He suddenly asks, breathing fast-. No one will wed you twice, its against the law-. Aemond pointed, raising her skirt more, uncovering her legs.
-Aegon, Rhaenys and Visenya were not wedded by any of the bloody Seven-. Daera quickly answered, grabbing his jaw and making him to look at her. They both moaned, staring at each other's eyes-. Our Valyrian gods will make us the honor-, she whispered, smiling.
-Daera-, he opened his eye big, confused, squeezing her ass and rubbing her clit with his thumb. She giggled and trembles, noding-. There are no longer Valyrian Priests in Westeros-, Aemond mumbled silly, biting his lips and rubbing himself against her. He sees his lover laughing vividly, as if he just told a joke.
-I have been in a Valyrian wedding myself, my dearest love, and I promise you, ours will be majestic-. Daera whispered confident and lustful, biting his neck harshly.
Aemond moaned and laughed, closing his eye, and easily trusting into her, as he always does. She groans and grabbs his shoulders, massaging them. They smiled, breathless.
And then, steps starts to grow close.
-Ouh shit!-, she quickly flinches, and Aemond separates from her neck, raising his head with surprise.
-Princess Daera?!-. A nearing voice speaks, one polite. It was a knight.
-Fuck! Down, down!-. Daera whispers taking his shoulders and fastly pushing him down. Aemond landed on his knees, placing his hands on the floor and shushing his breathing, cautiously-. I told you to go to your chambers!-, she reproaches.
-This is your fault!-, he quickly points at her.
The echoe of an armour walking became closer. Daera faked a smile and turned around quickly, leaning front and placing her elbows above of the cript. Aemond, kneeled, was out of sight of whoever may come. He is behind Daera, who is behind the stone. Yeah this'll work.
The prince smiles when an idea comes to his mind.
None other than Ser Erryk enters Balerion's tomb, wearing a wary and curious look, looking around. Upon entering, the first thing he saw was the gigantic skull of The Black Dread. The second thing he saw: Princess Daera smiling ecstatically behind the skull.
-Princess!-, the Ser flinches briefly, turning to look at her fully.
-Oh, Ser Erryk!-. She pretends to be surprised, opening her eyes big. At that same moment, she feels Aemond's hands slowly sneaking into her skirt, caressing up her legs-. Good- good night-, she greets.
-Good night, princess-. Erryk nods, placing his hands on his belt. Aemond hummed really lowly, with a malicious smile, sneaking his body as well inside of her dress-. The Queen is-
Daera clashes one of her hands on her very forehead, biting her lips and grunting wildly.
-Prin-princess?!-, the knight jumps worried.
-The Queen is what?-. She questions as if nothing happened, widening her smile. Under her dress, Aemond takes place in between her legs as if he was a snake, all cautious. He grabs her knees, laughing groundly, and giving them a big squeeze-. Ahhh! I- I really wonder what are your news about my aunt!-, Daera speaks louder than before, feeling her legs spreading automatically.
-She...she...-Erryk blinks somewhat confused, staring at her weird behaviour. But who is he to question?-. She wonders wether if you are to stay the night in the castle, so she can ready you up a chamber-. He informs, looking away for a second.
-Ouh, I- I do not think I am staying, no-. The princess denies. Aemond hummed, taking out his tongue, and licking her hot clit from a moment no another, kissing it with his own lips-. YOU- You know what?! I think I am to stay the night!-. She suddenly changes her opinion, speaking loudly and shakily.
Ser Erryk blinks shocked.
-Yes but- but I can sleep with Helaena, no need to trouble herself too much!-. Daera smiles as normal as she could, really trying to ignore the constang licks Aemond is giving on her cunt, thrusting his tongue into it while squeezing her knees time after time-. FU- FU-, she sttuters.
-Princess?!-, Ser Erryk breathes confused.
-FUNNY, the weather!-. She laughs instantly, raising her brows. The prince between her legs fights to not laugh and, instead, he just licks harder, pushing his tongue all over her clit and tongue, with his pointy nose pressing against the inside of her thighs, feeling their warm sweat-. Would that be all, Ser Erryk? I was having a moment with...-she gulps stronly when Aemond kisses over and over again her cunt's lips, pampering them with his breath-...my ancesters-, she finishes.
-In point of fact, The Queen is also looking for Prince Aemond. She wonders if you have seen him-, the knight says after clearing his throat.
Daera smiles, frozen. Aemond, buried in her fucking cunt, rolled his eye and shook his head from side to side, making his tongue to do the same over her womanhood, caressing it so good.
-Aemond?-. Daera narrows her eyes.
-Yes, yes, prince Aemond, your cousin, princess-. Erryk nods.
-Aemond...-she whispers as if she doesn't even know the name. The knight blinks, every time more confused, while the very Aemond breathes some laughs over her clit, closing his eye-. Nop, haven't heard of him-. The princess denies.
-I see-. He nods again.
-Good girl-, The One-Eyed Prince mumbled, and his vocal cords were heard in the air.
-What?-, Ser Erryk asks.
-What?-, Daera blinks.
The knight stays silent, forcing himself to keep a blank face. He stares at the princess for a few more seconds, seeing how she is pressing her elbows really harshly against the stone, and her cleveage was coming up and down with quickness. However, without wanting to make her believe he is hussily watching her body, he looked away.
-That would be all, prin-
-You may go, thank you!-. Daera instantly approves, smiling bigly.
Not offended by the interruption, Ser Erryk nods and, at last, walked away from the dragon's tomb, leaving the princess with "her ancestors". More like her fucking lover.
-Oh fuck...-Daera places her forehead on the stone, and soon she opens her mouth hugely, letting out a thin and heavy moan. Aemond the rogue didn't stop his game of licks on her cunt, doing it even fater than before-. Oh gods you're the worst!-, she tighted her fists, closing her eyes.
-I'm the best-, he mumbled cockily, heading one hand to her ass and grabbing one of her butcheeks, digging her nails on it.
-I hate you-, Daera sighs tiredly, drawing a smile on her face, and giving herself permission to open her legs more.
-You love me-, Aemond hummed arrogant, raising his head and joining his nose to his tongue, now both of them licking her hole, pushing against it. Daera squeals shakily, having her forehead at the edge of touching the candles, but her skin is resistant to the close fire-. Wait until our wedding night, you'll be flabbergasted-, he laughed, not hiding his excitement.
His lover sighed and chuckled breathless, also thinking of their future wedding. She tsks and suddenly grabs the back of his head from above her skirt, pushing him harshly.
-Shut up and finish what you started-, Daera groaned tauntly, closing her eyes with a smile.
Aemond laughed growly, all pressed against her cunt. Not caring about the little breath he had, he licked his lips to ready himself, and attack her again.
-At once, my betrothed-. The prince mumbles cockily.
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-I know what to do-. The Rogue Princess decided.
Her grandma instantly looks at her, opening her lips and narrowing her eyes with interest.
-What?-, Rhaenys whispered cautiously.
She forms a plotting-like smile, turning to look at her grandmother with the most confident shine on her face.
-Do you know a priest?-, Daera asks, shrugging.
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ao3feed-rhaewin · 1 month ago
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asumi2020202 · 2 years ago
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Soft!Jacaerys Velaryon Headcannons
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Author's note: Alright. So, in this you have a dragon named Moonfyre idk if there is a dragon named like that but yea enjoy. And Viserys is your uncle!
°NORMAL HEADCANNONS°
You were the daughter of Daemon.(just imagine that he had another wife after the death of Laena). So, which meant you and Jace grew up together. Lucerys too.
The two of you are best of friends. Always looking out for eachother, especially you for Jace which Rhaenyra is grateful for. She's happy that she has some to look after her son.
He would be very protective and possesive for you.
Once in a Feast , a lord asked you to dance with you, you accepted. Jace glared that lord so hard that the lord faked a stomach ache just to be out of his sight.
Like Rider Like Dragon. Vermax would be more protective of you than Jace. He would roar at anyone except Jace,if they get too close to you.
Moonfyre and Vermax would be more like besties.
He would often compliment you by saying " you look prettier than the moon today princess".
•MARRIED HEADCANNONS •
When king Viserys announced that the youngest daughter of Daemon,Y/N Targaryen would be betrothed to Rhaenyra's eldest son, Jacaerys Velaryon , You were shocked and happy just as Jace.
Daemon would be a little displeased that his little Y/N would be married now, but nonetheless he was happy for you.
Jace would practically be beaming with excitement and nervousness.
Lucerys would be pleased and happy for his brother and you.
Joffery would be 5 years old when it happened. Aegon and Viserys || were to young to know what happened.
On the day of your wedding. Jace waited with the maester while you came with daemon, hand in hand.
You looked so beautiful to him that day that he thought that, you were an goddess.
The wedding was a true valerian wedding. Cutting your lips and palm. Then drinking from the same cup.
When he kissed you, he had a dream of the future. ---Two little kids running around in the garden of Kings Landing . One with snow white hair and the other with brown hair. While you rested your head in his shoulder, watching the kids play.
When the ceremony/feast began. You felt a tugging on your dress. You looked to see little Joffery trying to congratulate you. Looking like a gentleman. You let out a chuckle and thank him.
From that day , the protectiveness and possesiveness doubled . Great! now two dragons who would rip anyone and Over protective husband
Soon enough Jace's dream came true. You had two boys . One you decided to name after your father. Daenor . And the other, Jace decided to name Aenor.
They both had their dragon eggs.
Daemon would be very possive of them too. Like his daughter.
Forget Jace, he's the Over protective father who would burn anyone if they dare speak badmouth about his sons.
Speaking of which..*ahem*
Once a lord said that they were bastards . When they asked Jace and you what that meant , you were shocked . Jace asked them who told them that. Then oops Vermax accidentally breathed fire and Toasted the lord.
He would come to the garden and watch the kids play . While you rested your head one his shoulder and cradle your newborn son, Rhaegar.
Who knew his dream would become reality so soon
The End
Hope you liked it
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༊*·˚𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟑 ☄. *.
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↳˗ˏˋ HEADCANONS ˊˎ˗ ↴
꒰ LUCERYS VELARYON ꒱ • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.
꒰ JACAERYS VELARYON ꒱ • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.
꒰ VELARYON BOYS ꒱ • General NSFW headcanons with a Wife!Reader • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.
꒰ RHAENYRA TARGARYEN ꒱ • Yandere!Mother!Rhaenyra with a Daughter!Reader. • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.
꒰ AEGON TARGARYEN II ꒱ • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.
꒰ AEMOND TARGARYEN ꒱ • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.
꒰ HELAENA TARGARYEN ꒱ • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.
꒰ SEVERAL CHARACTERS ꒱ • Christmas with the Hightowers and Targaryens. • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.
↳˗ˏˋ ONE SHOTS ˊˎ˗ ↴
꒰ LUCERYS VELARYON ꒱ • To Hold Dear | Lucerys x Pregnant!Wife!Reader • Heirs of the Tides | Lucerys x Shipping Businessman Daughter!Reader • Venus as a Boy | Lucerys x Reader [ NSFW, prompt 105 ] • Still Waters Run Deep | One Eyed!Lord!Lucerys x Reader [ part one ] • Still Waters Run Deep | One Eyed!Lord!Lucerys x Reader [ part two, NSFW ] • Unravel | Ghost!Lucerys x Widow!Reader • Jealousy, Jealousy | Lucerys x Jealous!Reader [ angst to fluff ]. • Silk Kisses | Lucerys x Reader [ fluff ]. • Stirb Nicht Vor Mir (Don’t Die Before I Do) | Lucerys x Prophetic!Reader • Thin Needles Disrupt Silk Threads | Lord!Lucerys x Celtigar!Reader [ angst to smut ] • Issa Perzitsos (My Little Flame) | Lord!Lucerys x Wife!Reader [ NSFW ] • Possibly Maybe | Lucerys x Targaryen-Hightower!Green!Reader. • Dragonsong | Modern!Guitarist!Lucerys x Reader • Heartstring | Modern!Lucerys x Reader • Duty & Sacrifice | Lucerys x Maid!Reader [ angst to fluff ]. • Yellow Daffodils | Lucerys x Targ/Hightower!Wife!Reader [ fluff ]. • Petrichor Salt | Lord!Lucerys x Lady (of Driftmark)!Reader [ NSFW ] • Like Someone in Love | Lord!Lucerys x Lady (of Driftmark)!Reader • Sealed in Silk | Lord!Lucerys x Shipping Businesswoman!Reader [ NSFW, part two of Heirs of the Tides ]. • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.
꒰ JACAERYS VELARYON ꒱ • Say It | Modern!Jacaerys x Jealous!Reader [ friends-to-lovers ] • Tear You Apart | Dark/Yan!Jacaerys • Scarlet Hue | Jacaerys x Princess Regent!Reader • Trying Not To Need You (Is Tearing Me Apart) | Jacaerys x Tully!(Redheaded!)Reader [ enemies-to-lovers, NSFW ] • Bastard for Bastard | Jacaerys x Daemon’s Bastard Daughter!Reader [ angst to fluff ]. • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.
꒰ VELARYON BOYS ꒱ • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.
꒰ RHAENYRA TARGARYEN ꒱ • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.
꒰ AEGON TARGARYEN II ꒱ • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.
꒰ AEMOND TARGARYEN ꒱ • Bloodrose | Aemond x Velaryon!Niece/Wife!Reader [ NSFW ] • Come To Me | Jealous/Possesive!Aemond x Reader • Fireburn | Aemond x Reader • Not Everyday is a Lazy Sunday | Modern!Aemond x Reader [ NSFW ] • It May Be | Modern!Aemond x Reader [ Enemies to Lovers ] • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.
꒰ HELAENA TARGARYEN ꒱ • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.
꒰ SEVERAL CHARACTERS ꒱ • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.
↳˗ˏˋ IMAGINES ˊˎ˗ ↴
꒰ LUCERYS VELARYON ꒱ • Being Lucerys future wife, and him taking you on dragonrides. [ slight mention of NSFW ] • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.
꒰ JACAERYS VELARYON ꒱ • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.
꒰ VELARYON BOYS ꒱ • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.
꒰ RHAENYRA TARGARYEN ꒱ • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.
꒰ AEGON TARGARYEN II ꒱ • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.
꒰ AEMOND TARGARYEN ꒱ • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.
꒰ HELAENA TARGARYEN ꒱ • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.
꒰ SEVERAL CHARACTERS ꒱ • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.
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