#rhaena and rhaenya

[thefallenprincesss]

a starter for @rhaenaspearls

“Lover Boys,”

Rhaenya was dressed. slightly purple dress and it was scene that she was quite happier than she usually was. There was something about the princess that had changed.

She was seen around the court with Cregan Stark, the Lord of Winterfell and she was never seen happier. Maids and ladies have noticed the differences in her dresses, less hems to fix.

The Princess smiled happily as she waited for her cousin’s arrival. She waited. knowing they would have loads to talk about. She was quite the talker.

She had been so excited to meet Rhaena that the Princess herself had forgotten even get change.

“Elaena!” she called out, the half sister of Cregan Stark, and Rhaenya’s head lady in waiting

“I’m here!” She called out, as she put the rag down that she was using. Elaena liked to clean things, even if it wasn’t her duty.

“Two things… Have the sweets been delivered?” The princess looked up at the lady.

Elaena’s red hair and blue eyes nodded, “Yes they have, in fact they are on that table,”

Rhaenya nodded before she got onto the second problem, “Second, I am not ready… and Rhaena will be here any second!”

The red head looked at the princess, she sighed. “Are being serious? ELINOR!”

Lady Elinor rushed to the side as she viewed the scene. “Our princess is not ready!”

Elinor grabbed two dresses, baby blue and purple, and Rhaenya immediately pointed at the purple dress. This immediately got the inspiration of what the ladies had to do in a short amount of time.

Rhaenya stood still in her place as Elinor started to braid her hair and pin it back into place. While she put the french hood onto her head. She fixed the vail and made sure it fit nicely with the outfit.

Elaena finished up her dress as she brought up a chain and gently helped it around her waist and it made an illusion of splitting the dress.

Rhaenya turned around and thanked her ladies for their work. “Thank you!”

“I see why my brother had his eyes on you,” Elaena joked looking at the princess.

As she admired herself in the mirror again as her eyes looked up at Elaena. Her face turned bright red… “Stop it…”

Elaena smirked and she laughed at her friend, as she reached over and kissed her cheek. There was a silence, before the door knocked.

Rhaenya rushed over quickly, no one had ever seen her run so fast. The excitement of seeing Rhaena was driving her crazy. She felt like she hadn't see her in ages.

Not to mention the pink of everything, she needed to see Rhaena at the moment. Rhaenya opened the door, and before Rhaena could quite literally say anything she threw her arms over her.

"I HAVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH!" she cried holding her so close to her. She probably suffocated the Princess Rhaena.

She immediately brought her in before Rhaena could even catch her breath. The crazy princess sat her down and she looked at her cousin. "I have so much to tell you!"

[imaginarianisms]

queen rhaena i targaryen the black bride & her mount dreamfyre the winged dream.

[ladyalicentshightower]

I hope Rhaenys' gets to unleash hellfire on Daemon for Laena and her grandbabies and for the trauma and grief he caused her by making her believe she had found the body of her last remaining child ("he's alive!" that makes it worse, you realize that makes it worse, right? Because it was 1 Laenor's choice and 2 it was all a lie, they watched her mourn for no reason). If anyone deserves to snap, it's her.

[sapphire-writes]

The Au Pair (modern!HOTD) part 1

Part 1 ~ Part 2

pairing: Daemon x fem!Reader x Rhaenyra

summary: You take a new job nannying for a family on the Upper East Side. You find yourself intrigued by both parents.

warnings: 18+ (slight power imbalance as they're your bosses, sensual themes), language

word count: 3.1k

note: I've been in a Daemon x Rhae mood and this idea came to me and suddenly it is here, enjoy my loves!

When you looked up at the high-rise apartment building, you felt your stomach drop. You had always been that way with heights, whether looking down or looking up at something tall, the feeling of intense vertigo washing over you. You took in a deep breath to steady yourself, draining the rest of your coffee before walking in. 

Throwing the cup in a nearby bin, you popped a mint into your mouth to hopefully disguise your coffee breath. 

You’d nannied before but never au-paired. It seemed to be a little more intense, having you live with the family, and become a part of the family. But you had to get out of your current living situation, and the website was too tempting to pass up. 

You didn’t even think you’d get a response when you sent in your resume. You recognized the family name; old money, the backbone of Wall Street. It was too good to be true when you received an email inviting you in person for an interview.

Still, the thought of caring for three boys was nearly overwhelming. 

“You’ll only truly be a little help,” Rhaenyra had told you, after leading you through the foyer, giving you hot tea in a cup that felt so delicate it might break in your small hands. 

Rhaenyra had ushered you to the sofa, before sitting in the one directly across. She crossed her ankles, clad in a dark maroon suit, her silver hair striking against the wine-colored fabric. She was ethereally beautiful, the kind of pretty that takes your breath away. 

“Luke and Joff are the littles, they require the most attention,” Rhaenyra explained.

You take a sip of the tea, warmth flooding through you.

“How old are they?” you ask, blowing on the tea. 

“Jacaerys is the oldest, he’s nine, then there’s Luke who is seven, and little Joffrey is only four,” Rhaenyra tells you.

“No girls?” you ask and she shakes her head. 

“Daemon’s daughters Baela and Rhaena sometimes visit during the week, they’re nine as well. They live with their mother mostly, and often spend the weekends with us.”

“You have a full house,” you comment, smiling.

“Several,” Rhaenyra answers, mirroring your smile, “We have two apartments here, in the city, during the weekends we go to our house, outside of the city.”

“That’s wonderful, that you’re able to get away,” you tell her, “the city can be overwhelming.”

“I agree,” she says, “it’s nice to have an escape. So, tell me about yourself,” she cocks her head to the side, “what made you want this position?”

You sigh, deciding it's best to be truthful.

“Well, I’ve worked with kids before, on and off,” you begin, “some babysitting, nannying, I was a camp counselor for one summer.”

Rhaenyra nods, her violet eyes warm and inviting.

“I also, just recently lost my apartment,” you tell her, “it’s a long story, but I need to be out by the end of the month, so a job that comes with a place to live was very tempting.”

Rhaenyra smiles, and you nervously play with the rings on your fingers. 

“I can be really good with the kids, I think we’ll get along great.”

Rhaenyra looks you up and down as the door opens. The most beautiful man you’ve ever seen walks in, throwing his briefcase on the counter. His silver hair falls in front of his eyes as he leans against the counter, tapping his ring-clad fingers against the black marble.

“Daemon,” she calls, not turning around, “meet our guest.”

Daemon simply glances at you, busy with something on his phone.

“He’ll warm up, don’t you worry,” Rhaenya says, standing.

“I won’t let you down if given this opportunity,” you tell her, placing your teacup down and standing to leave.

“I know you won’t,” she says, taking your arm to lead you to the door, “let me discuss with my husband, and we’ll let you know.”

“Thank you, truly,” you tell her at the door, “It was nice to meet you, ma’am.”

“Please, call me Rhaenyra,” she insists.

“Rhaenyra,” you say, and she leads you out.

Rhaenyra sighs, returning to the couch and flipping through your resume once more. 

“I’m shocked you let her leave,” Daemon says, dropping a kiss on Rhaenyra’s head, and squeezing her shoulder with a ring-clad hand.

“She’ll be back,” Rhaenyra assures him, “I’m taking it slow.”

“Surprising,” Daemon says, “with her calling you ma’am so sweetly.”

Rhaenyra merely glances up at him, smiling coyly at her husband. 

“I’ll give her a call this evening then,” Rhaneyra says, kissing the back of his hand, “officially offer her the job?”

“Call her now, if you like,” Daemon tells her.

“She’s probably still in the building,” Rhaenyra says with a chuckle.

“Even better,” Daemon says.

Rhaenyra hums, pulling out her phone.

“Someone’s eager,” Rhaenyra teases, earning a low growl from her husband.

After celebratory drinks with your girlfriends and packing all your shit into boxes, a car picks you up bringing you to your new home. You’re shown to your room by one of the housekeepers. It’s perfect for you, with large windows and a private bathroom. The bed feels like heaven as you lay on top of it. You can’t believe your luck. 

You’re introduced to the boys when they come home from school. While Jace is apprehensive, Luke warms to you right away, insisting on showing you his collection of Lego model sets. Dragons are his favorite at the moment. You spend the afternoon with them, and the day flies by. 

Only when you’re in your room later, fresh out of the shower and dressed for bed do you realize you’ve lost something rather important in the move. You silently curse, and pad down the hallway toward the home office Rhaenyra uses. 

“Mrs. Targaryen?” you ask, knocking on the office door.

Rhaenyra beckons you in, smiling, removing her blue light glasses and looking away from the computer. 

“I’m so sorry to bother you-”

“Nonsense, darling, what is it?” Rhaenyra says, lacing her fingers together, “and what did I say about addressing me?”

You blush, forgetting yourself. You find it easy to get flustered in Rhaenyra’s presence. 

“I’m sorry, Rhaenyra,” you correct yourself.

“You don’t have to say sorry,” she tells you.

Her tone is so sweet, so kind, and loving that it almost makes you want to apologize again. You release a breathy laugh instead. 

“I seem to have lost my hairbrush in the move,” you tell her, “you wouldn’t happen to have an extra one lying around?”

Rhaenyra stands, walking out from behind her desk and toward you. 

“Of course, come here,” she tells you, reaching for your hand.

It's warm and soft as she interlaces her fingers with yours, pulling you out of the home office and down the hallway. You haven’t yet seen Daemon and Rhaenyra’s room, though you realize this is about to change. She opens the door and brings you into their room. 

You can’t help but gawk at windows that stretch from the floor to the ceiling revealing the New York City skyline. The curtains are still open, revealing the sparkling city below. Daemon is already seated in bed on top of the covers reading, looking up as you enter with Rhaenyra. 

“Already?” he asks, and Rhaenyra shushes him.

“Our friend is without a hairbrush,” she says, releasing your hand and moving to enter the master bathroom. 

Daemon hums at her response, returning to his book. The bed is huge, big enough to comfortably fit the whole family if they wanted. The sheets are a deep gray, and look like they’re made of the softest silk. You almost want to reach out and touch them, feel the softness when Rhaenyra reenters the room.

“Sit,” she tells you, motioning to the bed.

“That’s okay,” you assure her, “I can-”

“It’s the least I can do,” she interrupts.

You want to argue with her. They’re letting you live in a gorgeous highrise on the Upper East Side and essentially want for nothing, and yet they’re the ones who are grateful? You suppose it just shows what good parents they are, wanting nothing but the best for the boys. It warms your heart knowing you can help support them in that way. 

Rhaenyra motions to the bed once more and you sit down on the edge. You know immediately that sleeping in that bed would cure any problems you’ve ever had. It’s so soft against you and you run your hand over the sheets. Rhaenyra sits next to you, crossing her legs. 

“Turn for me,” she says, and you move so your back faces her. 

She takes your hair, still wet from your shower, and runs her hands through it gently. You can feel her nails against your scalp causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. She moves the hair from your neck before gently beginning to brush through your hair. It’s so relaxing your eyes flutter shut. 

Daemon is watching now, closing his book and leaning his head back against the headboard. Rhaenyra meets his gaze and his eyes narrow. She flicks an eyebrow at him, continuing. Daemon sticks his tongue against his cheek before rising from the bed. You open your eyes as you feel him move, watching as you walk by you, stopping to press a kiss against Rhaenyra’s cheek.

He heads into the bathroom, not bothering to close the door as you hear the shower turn on. Rhaenyra places the brush on your lap.

“There you are,” she tells you, placing her hands on your shoulder and squeezing.

“Thank you,” you tell her earnestly. 

Her kindness brings tears to your eyes and you find yourself wanting to hug her, bury your face in the crook of her neck, and have her lavish your face with kisses. The thought brings a blush to your cheeks. She’s your boss. Still, as you get up to leave and bid her goodnight, you find your gaze falling to her lips. You look away quickly.

“Thank you again, Rhaenyra,” you tell her, “For everything. I’m really grateful for this opportunity.”

Rhaenyra smiles, smoothing some hair from your face.

“We’re happy to have you,” she tells you, “Goodnight, my dear.”

“Goodnight,” you tell her, leaving the room and heading to your own.

Daemon reappears with wet hair and a towel around his waist. Droplets of water cling to his chest and shoulders. Rhaenyra smirks at him.

“Enjoy your cold shower?” she teases and he chuckles in response. 

The following week is a test run, seeing how you handle the boys and their schedule. It’s easy enough-no scarily easy. The boys are a dream, so well behaved and respectful toward you, and enjoying the attention that is devoted to them while their mother and stepfather are busy working. 

Your schedule is simple. Wake up, make sure the boys get their breakfast, escort them to school, and then the rest of the morning and early afternoon is yours. Rhaenyra has assured you that sometimes she shall give you some errands to run, but for the most part, you’re free to ponder around different coffee shops and bookstores and attend your university classes. 

You pick up Joffrey first, as his daycare releases him in the early afternoon, and bring him on a walk. Then you wait for Jace and Luke to end their school days and escort them to their afterschool activities. You almost feel bad for Rhaenyra and Daemon, like you’re taking advantage of them somehow. It shouldn’t be this easy, right? It can’t be this perfect?

You’re still lost in your thoughts while you sit on a park bench watching Joffrey toddle about on a play structure as someone sits down beside you. You blink, pulled from your thoughts, giving her a kind smile. 

“You’re the new Targaryen AP, right?” the girl asks, smiling at you.

“Yeah!” you answer, telling her your name. 

“I’m Shae,” she tells you, “The Lannister’s Au Pair.”

You nod. You’ve heard that name before. Shae points at a little girl with golden curls on the swings. 

“Cerelle Lannister, one of the little lions I look after,” she says chuckling. 

She motions for your phone.

“Here, let me put in my number,” she tells you, and you smile while handing her your phone, “We have to stick together, you know?”

“Thanks,” you tell her, “I’d love to get coffee sometime and get some advice. This is my first time being an Au Pair.”

Shae raises an eyebrow as she adds her number. 

“Good luck with the Targaryens,” she tells you chuckling, “they can’t seem to hold onto an AP for more than a month.”

Your brow furrows and you glance at the boys. You can see Jace running across the soccer field and Luke on the other side with the younger boys. Joffrey plays on the playground, staying in your line of sight. You can’t help but smile.

“I don’t see why,” you tell her, “the boys are great. Very well behaved, impressive manners. Better than me.”

Shae laughs. 

“It’s Daemon and Rhaenyra I’d be wary of,” Shae tells you, voice lowering with the nature of the conversation, “the last girl they had was doing fine until suddenly she’s signing an NDA and being shipped out of New York. I never spoke to her again.”

A chill rolls through you. 

Jace calls your name, running over to you.

“Did you see what I did!” he says, a huge grin on his face, Luke trailing behind him.

“You were so awesome Jacey!” you tell him, ruffling his hair.

They’ve warmed up to you immediately. 

You keep thinking about what Shae said all night. When you join the kids for dinner, Rhaenyra and Daemon do not, as they ended up having to work late. When you tuck them in and return to your room you find a small box on your bed. 

You open it, revealing a small necklace. Dainty, and expensive, with a small pearl hanging off the chain. 

A gift. 

You pick up the card that goes with it.

For all your help, xx

There’s no signature. Though you suppose it must be from Rhaenyra. You blush at the kind gesture before retiring to bed for the night, curling up in the soft sheets with a book.

The next few weeks go smoothly, and without any fusses. The boys are lovely as ever and easy to drag around to different parks, activities, and school functions. They’re starting to feel like your little brothers, like your own children even. You journey with them to the weekend house, an hour outside the city, roasting marshmallows, swimming in the gorgeous pool, and taking them to get ice cream. It’s paradise, it’s a dream. 

You see Rhaenyra more than Daemon, though she was right. He does seem to be warming up to you, glancing at you more, checking in on you. Sitting with you when you’re at the counter for breakfast. Letting a hand drift across your back as he passes by.

You keep finding gifts. A silk robe, a new purse, a pair of earrings that match the necklace given to you. Fresh flowers by your bedside. It’s very sweet of them, to be so welcoming. Almost romantic. 

Later one night during the week, you can’t seem to find sleep.

You make your way to the kitchen, feet padding softly down the hallway. Rhaenyra had said to help yourself to anything, what’s theirs is yours. You’d been craving something sweet since dinner. Since moving into the highrise your palate has begun to adjust to the rich, expensive foods the chef makes and has begun to spoil you. You’re starting to wonder how you’ll ever go back to living normally when this job ends. It’s not something you want to think about. You’re determined to stay as long as possible. 

You open the fridge, the light bathing the floor in front of you. You look around, moving things trying to find a treat. Their fridge is crazy stocked, full of fresh fruits and vegetables, and green juices. Things that sound good any time but now. Now you need chocolate. 

“Looking for something?” a deep voice calls and you jump.

“Shit, you scared me, sir,” you say, holding your hand against your chest. 

Daemon moves toward you from the shadows, silk pajama pants hanging low on his hips. He’s shirtless and you make a point to look at his lavender eyes. They’re almost black in the low light, a smirk dancing on his lips. 

“I was just looking for something sweet,” you tell him, biting your lip.

“Something sweet, hmm?” he echoes, reaching around you to open the freezer. 

You back up, suddenly very aware of your choice of pajamas. Another gift you’d found waiting on your bed, a silky red set. The tank top hands low, the shorts hugging the curves of your ass and thighs. 

“Try this,” Daemon says, holding out some gelato.

You let out a breathy sigh. 

“What?” Daemon asks, tilting his head curiously.

“Everything here is so fancy,” you tell him, “even the ice cream.”

“Isn't it nice to have expensive things?” he asks, unscrewing the lid and throwing it on the black marble counter.

“I don’t know if I’ll like it,” you tell him, nose scrunching.

He chuckles, cocking an eyebrow. Daemon reaches for a drawer, pulling out a long silver spoon, perfect for ice cream. He dips it into the gelato before bringing his violet eyes to yours.

“Open your mouth,” he murmurs, holding the spoon out to your lips.

With his seductive tone, the roughness of his voice floating over you like silk caressing your skin, you instinctively part your lips, accepting the sweet treat. It’s cold and sweet as it moves across your tongue, sliding down your throat. A bit dribbles on your lips as Daemon removes the spoon from the confines of your mouth. A small remnant of the cream lingers on the spoon and Daemon places it between his lips. 

Your eyes are wide, watching him suck on it, and you can feel a blush creeping up your cheeks. He removes the spoon, licking his lips. You bring your hand to your lips wiping away the trace of cream that remains.

“Do you like it?” Daemon asks, voice gruff, eyes hungry for more than gelato. 

“Yes,” you breathe. 

He smiles and then places the container in your hand.

“Enjoy,” he tells you, before walking out of the kitchen. 

You stay still, standing dumb for several minutes after he leaves, feeling the container of gelato begin to soften the longer you hold it. Snapping out of your trance, you hurry back to your room, closing the door behind you. 

note: hope you enjoyed my loves! 😘

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[chaosordoffl]

Some Valyrian/Targaryen/Velaryon names. No expertise here, simply following patterns to see what sounds and looks nice + canon sources and Valyrian dictionary plucks. In chrono & thought order.

Canon — Rhaenys, Rhaena, Rhaella, Rhaenyra, Rhaegel, Rhae, Rhaelle, Rhaegar (All Targ)

Derived — Rhaenion, Rhaenelle, Rhaenella, Rhaegor, Rhaegon, Aenyra, Rhaelion, Rhaenyx, Rhaelyx, Rhaenar, Rhaenyar, Rhaenel, Rhaelys, Rhaevel, Rhaevis, Rhaevys, Viserrhae, Rhaenya, Rhaenior, Rhaenor, Rhael, Rhaen, Rhaejel, Rhaeqan, Rhaellor, Rhaemon, Rhaemond, Rhaenyron, Rhaema

Canon — Aenar, Aegon, Aerys, Aelyx, Aerion, Aethan (1 Velaryon), Vaegon, Aenys, Aerea, Naerys, Aegor, Aelor, Aelora (Rest Targ)

Derived — Aegar, Aelon, Aelys, Aelar, Aelara, Aella, Aelinor, Aeral, Aeron, Aelion, Aegys, Aegal, Aelia, Naera, Naeron, Naerion, Naerelle, Naerella, Naerea, Aethal, Aethelle, Aethys, Aethion, Aethar, Aethial, Aenor, Aethor, Aerelle, Gaelyx, Aenyx, Aeryx, Baelyx, Aelial, Aeliar, Aelior, Vaegal, Vaegor, Vaegar, Vaelior, Vaelor, Aerial, Aeriel, Aelan, Aevys, Aevelle, Aevella, Haelyx, Haelian, Aenir, Haethan, Haelan, Haelor, Aekor, Haeral

Canon — Gaemon (T), Daemion (T & V), Daemon (V & T), Aemon (T), Aemma (T [Andal?]), Vaemond (V), Aemond (T), Daeron (V later T)

Derived — Daemyra, Daemys, Daemyn, Daemelle, Daema, Gaemar, Daerelle, Daerion, Aemys, Aemar, Aemor, Aemir, Aemira, Aemara, Aemora, Daemor, Daemora, Vaemon, Gaema, Gaemond, Gaemyn, Gaemion, Aemion, Gaemor, Aemior, Aemyn, Aemin, Aerona, Aemona, Aemia, Aeman, Aemal, Aemelle, Gaemia, Aemol, Aemil, Aemila, Aemilon, Aemilor, Aeminor, Daemyron, Daeminor, Haemon, Naemon, Haemia, Naema, Haemal, Haemar, Naemior, Naemor, Daemian

Canon — Daenys, Daenerys, Daella, Daenaera (1 V), Daena, Daenora (Rest T)

Derived — Daenyra, Daenar, Daenor, Daenelle, Daenal, Daen, Nerys, Naera, Daenir, Daenyx, Daeryx, Daerys, Daera, Daerya, Daenya, Daenyron, Daenorion, Norion, Daenyrion, Daenarion, Daenaeron, Daellar, Daelar, Daelon, Daelor, Daelan, Daelana, Daelanys, Daelenys, Daelyn, Aenaera

Canon — Maegon, Maegor, Maegelle, Maelor, Maekar (All T)

Derived — Maegar, Maela, Maelys, Maegys, Maegera, Maegara, Maegerys, Maegal, Maegyn, Maegan, Maekor, Maekaera, Maegaera, Maegaela, Maekion, Maelyra, Maegyra, Maelara, Maelar

Canon — Elaena (T), Valaena, Laena, Laenor (3 V), Helaena (T)

Derived — Laenys, Laenyra, Laenar, Laenelle, Helaenys, Elaenor, Elaenys, Laenion, Laenir, Laenyx, Elaenar, Laenora, Haena, Vaena, Alaena, Haela, Norys, Alaenys, Vaenys, Galaena

Canon — Visenya, Viserys, Viserra (T)

Derived — Viserya, Visenys, Senys, Saenys, Saenya, Saenar, Saenelle, Saenyelle, Saenyella, Serya, Serra, Serys, Saenir, Saenyx, Saenor, Viselya, Senial, Serial, Saerial, Visellan, Visarys, Visenna, Virenna

Canon — Baelon, Baela, Baelor, Balerion (Blackfyre), Valerion (Rest T)

Derived — Baelys, Baelar, Bael, Baelir, Alerion, Aleria, Aelir, Valeria, Valerys

Canon — Jaehaerys (T), Jacaerys (V), Lucerys (V), Jaehaera (T)

Derived — Lucerra, Lucerion, Jaehaerion, Jaerion, Lucerya, Jacaera, Jaena, Jaenelle, Jaecelle, Jaesir, Jaekar, Jaeron, Jaela, Jaelon, Jaelor, Jaerys, Haerys, Haera, Kael, Kaecion, Kaeciel, Kaecelle, Kaerys, Kaerion, Kaeriel, Lucarys, Jaeca, Nicerys, Nicaerys, Hecaerys, Nicerion, Hicaerys, Niceria, Nicae, Lucarya, Lucaenys, Lucaena, Nocorys

Canon — Lianna, Larissa (V [Andal? First Men?]), Alarra (FM [Massey]), Alyssa (V & T [Andal? FM?]), Alysanne (T)

Derived — Alysor, Lianys, Lianor, Sianna, Amanna, Alanna, Noranna, Narra, Nyssa, Anyssa, Alarya, Asenna, Norissa, Irenna, Orissa, Lysarra, Lisarra, Aranna

Canon — Valarr, Vaella (T)

Derived — Vaelys, Valarys, Alarys, Alarya, Valarya, Valarra, Vaellan

Canon — Gael, Saera, Shaera (T)

Derived — Saerys, Gaelys, Gaelor, Gaelon, Gaelion, Saerion, Shaerys, Shaerial, Shaerelle, Shaelle, Shael, Shaelys, Saevys, Shaerion, Gaela, Shaela, Shaehaera

Canon — Corwyn (V [Andal?]), Corlys (V)

Derived — Corla, Corlia, Corlaenys, Cora, Corys, Corlenys, Corlea, Corlae, Corvan, Corvana, Corvys

Malentine

Rhogar(/Rogar?/Rogare? [FM? HV?])

Monford

Monterys (All V)

Derived — Terys, Teraea, Taeraea, Taerion, Monys, Monerys, Montys, Rhogel, Malentys, Malenta, Monterion, Monterra, Mona, Monae, Monarra, Malentina, Lentys, Lenta, Lenya, Taenys, Taena, Alentys, Malya, Malys, Malea, Malena, Malenna, Malaena, Amalla, Alenna, Marissa, Monassa, Monessa, Monerra, Mosarra, Malarra, Malenys, Amarys, Mantys, Malta, Maltys, Maltine, Maltina, Amalta, Amaltine, Alta, Altys, Altarra, Maltar, Maltarys, Marion, Maltior, Malerion, Mornys, Mortys, Morton, Omorr, Omon, Malenion, Malenior, Almys, Monissa, Montissa, Montessa, Omona, Omorra, Maltion, Malton, Almont, Almae, Maltorra, Torys, Garys, Garla, Galtys, Torrine, Tarine, Maltarine, Maltarra, Almerra, Almarra, Almorra, Alterra, Lamina, Monta, Monte, Montae, Taera, Taerine, Taerin, Taerys, Manta, Almina, Almine, Rhonal, Rhonior, Rhomys, Almar, Malar, Malarr, Malarys, Almarys, Maline, Rhomalt, Rhomion, Rhomior, Rhomia, Rhoma, Rhoton, Rhomine, Rhomal, Rhogal, Rhomina, Rhomon, Rhomar, Rhomorr, Almassa, Rhomys, Rhomyn, Torial, Malial, Rhovys, Rhowyn, Matarra, Atarra, Rhomond, Rhomorra, Tormon

Matarys (T)

Derived — Matarya, Matara, Matys, Tarys, Tarya, Atara, Atarys, Tarial, Tarhael, Matarr

Canon — Orys, Borys, Orryn (Baratheon)

Derived — Orial, Ora, Orya, Orra, Borya, Boria, Boryl, Orelle, Orianne, Orael, Orrael, Orhael, Borion, Orion, Bora, Orian, Oryal, Oryas, Orias, Orios, Oryos, Rys, Ryssa, Ryssal, Orlisse, Rysla, Ryn, Rynel, Rynella, Boryn, Borryn, Rynal, Dorys, Orella, Dorella, Oryl, Orgillac, Orgyll, Borella, Borylla, Bolia, Bolas, Orlas, Ollyn, Olys, Olya, Orianna, Lorys

Bonus: Argellys

Canon — Maelys, Haegon, Aeryn, Calla, Rhalla, Shaena (Blackfyre)

Canon non-Westerosi Valyrians:

Jaenara Belaerys, Aurion

Canon Dragons:

Urrax, Terrax, Balerion, Vhagar, Meraxes, Vermithor, Caraxes, Meleys, Syrax, Vermax, Arrax, Tyraxes, Tessarion, Shrykos, Morghul, Viserion, Rhaegal

Unknown — Gaelithox?, Aegarax?

Original & HV Derived (some more suitable for dragons) — Aelsior, Qaelys, Qylys, Vhenys, Vhenya, Vhinyae, Vhanir, Vaenir, Vaenyx, Baelykos, Lykael, Lykaera, Raqael, Raqel, Raqys, Raqyssa, Raqissa, Raqar, Raqir, Raqor, Raqora, Raqior, Kionar, Malkion, Malkios, Vhaltir, Malkior, Vaedys, Vaedar, Elenys, Elenia, Elēnar, Elenarys, Elenarya, Elenara, Kostys, Kostir, Kostior, Pelarys, Pelonia, Pelonys, Eledrae, Eledrys, Eledryn, Peria, Perza, Perzys, Zysa, Amisor, Amisa, Aexior/Aeksior, Aexion/Aeksion, Raenion, Raenior, Qana, Qanys, Qantys, Ēbrior, Ēbrion, Ēbria, Jelmys, Jelmarys, Jelmazys, Jelissa, Tessarys, Tessara, Tessarae, Dessan, Dessenae, Hārys, Tōmarr, Tōmarys, Tōmasyn, Tessarax, Syrion, Syriel, Jēdarys, Jēdaria, Jorrael, Trēzos, Elilla, Vāedan, Ōrbēdon

Possible High Valyrian roots for names:

Rhaen — to; meet, find, encounter, discover

Bael — to help, to aid, to assist

Jael — to want, to wish/to store, to house

Jaelarys — hope (possible name)

[thesunfyre4446]

hey Dani

Silent follower here 🖐 who always appreciate your honest thoughts.

I just wanted to ask what is your thoughts on baela targaryen this season specifically ep 5 the conversation she had with corlys

hi there! thank you!

her outfits are stunning this season & she's so beautiful. i think that she has a lot of potential. i was really interested about her relationship with daemon. she said "sometimes i think i hate him", which is interesting considering she was the favored twin. i'd really love for daemon to have scenes with baela and rhaena.

also the relationship with rhaena is interesting. baela clearly feels somewhat guilty that her sister's hatchiling never hatched. she prob knows that this was the reason their father favored her and how insecure rhaena is about it. i'd really really love more of baela and rhaena.

her relationship with jace is sweet and wholesome. just 2 semi-normal cousins \ stepsiblings\ couple goals lmao too normal for me but very sweet

however. the relationship with rhaenyra makes no sense. she wasn't raised with rhaenyra, she was raised with rhaenys - who, in ep 8, was convinced rhaenyra killed laenor. also in ep 8 when vaemond asks who will sit the driftwood throne baela suggest her grandmother and not luke - which i found interesting. the wholesome resentment-free bond that rhaenys-rhaenyra-baela has makes no sense. and this is absolutely not because i'm tg. baela is 10000000000% loyal to rhaenyra always has been always will be. but i'd love for tb to have interesting dynamic that makes sense to what we've seen in s1. feels like baela's almost blind worship to rhaenyra is a mirror to rhaena's resentment. and according to leaks, with rhaena taking nettles role i'm really scared the show will villainize rhaena.

also the speech she gave corlys made no sense? he's entitled to his anger poor man just lost his entire family. he didn't say rhaenyra killed them, because she didn't. but ever since his family got involved with rhaenyra it was one disaster after the other. this man is done. his children and wife are dead. his heir is dead. he's given so much and just keeps losing. again, not saying that rhaenya is responsible but corlys is entitled to his grief. baela's speech was meant to show how corlys is in the wrong when he really isn't. i actually think it's sweet that baela wants to see rhaenyra become queen as a way to honor rhaenys. but considering the event of s1 it makes no sense with rhaenys and rhaenyra relationship being very hostile.

so yeah, i love her. but everything regarding rhaenys - rhaenyra - baela makes 0 sense and i'm scared for my girl rhaena i have zero trusts in those writers.

(i know i know i have so many unanswered asks in my inbox but life have been crazy recently and i'm a little overwhelmed. i really appreciate your asks and promise i'll try to get to everything)

[asongofgoldenfireandblackblood]

Greetings and a very happy weekend to everyone in our lovely, incredible, spectacular court! There have been some changes in the line up of our court so here are all our latest updates 💜

Due to player choice, inactivity, or other unforseen circumstances please wish farewell and unfollow: @wardenofeast @ladyregallioness @cassandrabaratheons @thegoldenlionc

The following roles and faceclaims are now open:

Lady Paramount Jeyne Arryn Lady Johanna Westerling-Lannister Lady Cassandra Baratheon (Eldest daughter of Lord Borros and Lady Elenda) Lady Cerissa Lannister (Third daughter of Lord Jason and Lady Johanna)

Ecem Sena Bayir Phoebe Fox Bruna Marquenzie Maria Valverde

New members have joined our court! Please give them a warm welcome and follow:

@johxnnxshusbxnd @payapreciouspenny @effie-bracken @theprincessofd0rne @little-griffin-jocie-connington

The following roles and faceclaims are now taken:

Lord Jason Lannister Lady Penny Greyjoy (Youngest daughter of Lord Dalton Greyjoy) Lady Emphyria "Effie" Bracken (Youngest daughter of Lord Humphrey Bracken) Ruling-Princess Aliandra Martell Lady Jocelyn Connington (Daughter of Lady Daisy Connington (neé Wylde) and the Late Ser Robin Connington)

Max Brown Brooke Carter Lily James Anya Chalotra Robyn Betterbridge *Nettles' faceclaim was changed from Sennia Nanua to Abbie Hern

Full blog roll under the cut! ~ With Love, Mod Ivory 💜💜

@black-queen-rising - Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen @rogueprincedaemontarg - King-Consort Daemon Targaryen @aegontheyoungprince - Prince Aegon III Targaryen @princeviserystargaryen00 - Prince Viserys II Targaryen @visenyatargaryen-ii - Princess Visenya Targaryen

@alicenthightowerrp - Dowager-Queen Alicent Hightower @goldaegontargaryen - Prince Aegon Targaryen of Dragonstone @helaenasdreamfyres - Princess Helaena Targaryen of Dragonstone @shrxkxs - Prince Jaehaerys Targaryen of Dragonstone @jaeheratargaryen - Princess Jaehaera Targaryen of Dragonstone

@moondancer-rp - Princess Baela Targaryen @rhaenaspearls - Princess Rhaena Targaryen @notatargaryenbastard - Crown-Prince Jacaerys Velaryon @princeluce - Prince Lucerys Velaryon (On-Hiatus) @princejoffreyvelaryon - Prince Joffrey Velaryon

@aemond-one-eyed - Prince Aemond Targaryen @thefallenprincesss - Princess Rhaenya Targaryen @thedaringprince - Prince Daeron Targaryen

@rideroftheredqueen - Princess Rhaenys Targaryen-Velaryon @lordhusband - Lord Corlys Velaryon @calla-celtigar - Lady Calla Celtigar @sersteffondarklyn - Lord-Commander Steffon Darklyn @femme-piquante - Nettles

@bloodybenjicot - Ser Benjicot Blackwood @oscartullyofriverrun - Ser Oscar Tully @roslinstrong - Lady Roslin Frey @sabithafrey-rp - Lady Sabitha Frey @alyofraventree - Lady Alysanne "Aly" Blackwood (On-Hiatus)

@goldenclarice - Lady-Regent Clarice Tyrell @stunningladysam - Lady Samantha "Sam" Hightower @sweetleilarowan - Lady Leila Rowan

@daltongreyjoy-rp - Lord Dalton Greyjoy @theredripper - Toron Greyjoy @sirenalannysgreyjoy - Alannys Greyjoy @rodrickgreyjoy-rp - Rodrick Greyjoy @payapreciouspenny - Penny Greyjoy

@johxnnxshusbxnd - Lord Jason Lannister @cerellelannister2 - Lady Cerelle Lannister @tysharalannister - Lady Tyshara Lannister @celiamarbrand - Lady Celia Marbrand @josswesterling - Joss Westerling

@thecleverestorm - Lady Maris Baratheon @lady-ellyn-of-the-storm - Lady Ellyn Baratheon @theladydaisy - Lady Daisy Connington @little-griffin-jocie-connington - Lady Jocelyn Connington @jonswann - Ser Jon Swann (On-Hiatus)

@sercorwyn - Ser Corwyn Corbray

@creganstarkrp - Lord Cregan Stark @torrhen-manderly - Torrhen Manderly @manderlypearl - Lady Erena Manderly (On-Hiatus)

@theprincessofd0rne - Ruling Princess Aliandra Martell

[daenystheedreamer]

aegon (visenya rhaenys) [aenys maegor] aenys (alyssa) [rhaena aegon viserys jaehaerys alysanne vaella] maegor (ceryse alys tyana jeyne rhaena eleanor) jaehaerys (alysanne) [aegon daenerys aemon baelon alyssa maegelle vaegon daella saera viserra gaemon valerion gael] viserys (aemma alicent) [rhaenyra baelon aegon helaena aemond daeron] rhaenya (laenor daemon) [jacaerys lucerys joffrey visenya aegon viserys] aegon (helaena) [jaehaerys jaehaera maelor] aegon (jaehaera daenaera) [daeron baelor daena rhaena elaena] daeron baelor (daena) viserys (larra) [aegon naerys aemon] aegon (naerys) [daeron daenerys] {daemon aegor brynden gwenys mya shiera willow rosey lily balerion bellenora narha} daeron (myriah) [baelor aerys rhaegel maekar] aerys (aelinor) maekar (dyanna) [aerion daeron aemon aegon daella rhae] aegon (betha) [duncan daeron jaehaerys shaera rhaelle] jaehaerys (shaera) [aerys rhaella] aerys (rhaella) [jaehaerys shaena rhaegar viserys daenerys] viserys daenerys (drogo hizdahr) [rhaego drogon viserion rhaegal] I AM THE BEAST

[itsjinkibitch]

RHAENYA SAYING BYE TO JOFF AEGON AND VISERYS

JACAERYS HUGGING JOFFREY

BAELA AND RHAENA BEING TORN APART

I'M GONNA THROW UP

[lady-ellyn-of-the-storm]

the princess & the pearl

a dialogue within @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood, a closed starter with @thefallenprincesss

Coming to King’s Landing had been a joy for Ellyn. It was a chance to be away from Storm’s End for the first time in many moons, years even. She could speak with other women that she was not related to in some capacity and entertain the thoughts of men which she had not seen a hundred times, or ones she had turned away despite their brave efforts. Few of them truly impressed her, and so she left them to the wind. King’s Landing was fresh and new. Well, perhaps new in a certain way. She had been a young girl when Lord Borros had come before King Viserys regarding petitions of the Stormlands. Her mother had come as well, wishing for her young girls to be educated in the ways of the court. Some of the training had remained within Ellyn’s mind, but just she truly remembered was the people.

Ellyn thought herself to be the most hospitable of all her sisters, as evidenced by the connections she kept at court despite the distance and the years. Princess Rhaena often wrote her of the finest silks and cloths in King’s Landing. Ellyn had even sent the Princess a silken peachy pink lily to pin in her hair some time ago; it had been half of her allowance at that point in time. It was a symbol of their friendship, of the colors that favored them. Now, she roamed the halls of the Red Keep as Rhaena’s lady-in-waiting. She wore the title with pride, happy to serve with grace and honor. It kept her in the eye of the court as one advantage to her reputation, plus it allowed her to spend time with her companions. Princess Rhaena was one of them, but Princess Rhaenya was the other.

Years previously, Princess Rhaenya had been the first noblewoman to greet Ellyn. Then, she cowered behind her sister Maris, only coming out to argue with her other sisters. She had yet to find her bold nature, but the new space certainly encouraged it. Princess Rhaenya had taken her by the hand, complimented her hair, and took her to the gardens. There, they had scuttled about in the dirt and flowers for hours, giggling about the flower crowns they had made. Her lady mother scolded her for her dirty dress and ruined hair while her sisters snickered, but Lady Elenda softened when Ellyn offered her a purple rose from underneath her skirts. The next day, Ellyn ran to meet Rhaenya once more, smiling as the Targaryen princess wrapped her arms around her shoulders and held her tight. Her lord father joked that if he saw young girls with a head of silver hair and a head of black hair, it was Rhaenya and Ellyn. The day in the dirt bound them, continuing their friendships in lengthy letters over the years of anything and everything between. She had told Rhaenya of her quarrelsome sisters, her troubles, her desires, and most of all, her dreams as a lady of Westeros, a daughter of Storm’s End.

“My sweet Rhaenya!” Ellyn called from down the hall, watching the locks of the youngest of King Viserys’ children sway as she walked. Ellyn lifted her skirts elegantly, laughing quietly as her shoes clicked against the stone of the floor. For now, she had no care for the way of the court or who watched. She longed to be the little girl in the garden, weaving a crown of pale morning glories for her beloved princess. For a moment, she let the little girl out, a wild smile stretching across her face.

“I do apologize for my tardiness. Our Rhaena has been terribly busy with Queen Rhaenyra’s upcoming coronation and Floris decided this afternoon would be a fine time to try to practice singing again.” Ellyn dropped her skirts as she linked an arm with Rhaenya, laughing under her breath as she remembered Floris’ attempt at song. She used her free hand to smooth out the lines in her skirts. Today, she had worn a fine dress of silken cream embroidered with dark flowers and golden leaves. It was a dress for a day of light and happiness, one she intended to enjoy. She leaned closer to Rhaenya, her voice taking a more secretive and whispering tone.

“But now, I am all yours.” Ellyn smiled triumphantly as they walked in the direction of Rhaenya’s chambers. While they had exchanged letters, Ellyn longed to hear her companion’s thoughts and wishes in words. Rhaenya looked happy, and Ellyn had heard mutterings of why she was despite her father’s death being so recent. Ellyn intended to hear the glad tidings herself if her friend was willing to tell them. Ellyn could be persuasive, not so clever as Maris, but she had a charming smile that often won the heart of any man or woman. Her voice increased in volume, her blue eyes shining as she looked at her friend.

“My schedule is cleared, and no one besides the Queen herself can take me from you!”

[hello-nichya-here]

Why does Rhaenys support Team Black when, as far as she knows, Daemon and Rhaenyra killed her children, while Alicent basically offered her a position in Aegon's council?

Laena died... during childbirth/commiting suicide by dragon

Rhaenys said Laena died because "She needed our Maesters" - she's not accusing Daemon of murdering her daughter, she's basically saying "Oh, if only she had been home instead of moving away, our doctors are better, her and her baby would have been fine" which her husband full on pointed out was not true.

Trying to find someone or something to blame when a loved one dies is a very common thing in grief, it's not the same as genuinely believing your loved one was murdered by their spouse because the doctors couldn't get the baby out.

Laenor's (Fake) Death

While the show never made it clear if Rhaenys believed her, Rhaenyra DID tell her, very clearly "I did not kill your son", and Rhaenyra went into the marriage knowing full well that Laenor was gay, and didn't do anything against him even when he failed to keep his end of their agreement of "We'll have a few kids together while sleeping with people we actually like on the side" for well over a decade.

That doesn't exactly paint Rhaenyra as a trigger-happy person that is going to immediately kill anyone that inconviences her - especially not when Alicent, as well as her children and grandkids, all of which pose a threat to her claim to the throne, are still alive and well.

At the very least, I think Rhaenys is unsure if Rhaenyra helped Daemon kill Laenor, if Daemon acted on his own, or even if they both were actually fully innocent. They do live Westeros after all, someone else could need Laenor gone for reasons that had nothing to do with the Blacks VS Greens conflict.

(I do think it was very stupid of Rhaenyra not to go "Actually, your son is alive and well, he just ran away" and I don't mean just in the confrontation, but literally the very second they put the plan into action. Would have spared her of a major headache)

Bhaela & Rhaena are Team Black

Laena's daughters all live with their father, aka Daemon, aka Rhaenyra's husband and seem very loyal to them both. Opposing the Blacks could mean seeing her allies kill her granddaughters, or even having Rhaenyra and Daemon hold them hostage and abuse them as revenge for her disobedience.

There's a reason why, when Rhaenys was considering supporting the Greens (or at least staying neutral on the whole conflict) Rhaenyra reminded her that, instead of being a tyrant, she could also choose to be VERY generous and have her grand-daughters marry their cousins/step-siblings, thus inheriting the throne and Driftmark - it's both a cunning AND diplomatic way to sway someone important to her side.

The Greens Fucked Up

The Greens held Rhaenys hostage and stole her dragon right after Viserys's death, with people being hanged and beheaded left and right for not bending the knee to Aegon II (aka breaking their oaths) -and then Alicent said to the Queen that never was "I know my husband should have never been king and that you were clearly the superior choice, but can you pretty please step aside again try to help me control my son that I can't even fucking find right now because he drank too much and passed out somewhere?"

Alicent can spend all the time she wants trying to frame this as being genenous and offering her to be the King's advisor - it doesn't change the fact that this whole thing is a direct threat against Rhaenys and a major insult (seriously, imagine expecting a Targaryen not to be pissed that you stole their dragon).

Now compare that to Rhaenya saying "Baela will be queen someday and Driftmark will go Rhaena's children. Your descendents are going to inherit the Iron Throne and the seat of House Velaryon through the female bloodline, to compensate you for the fact that you didn't get to be queen and that your GAY son that you KNEW was gay didn't have any heirs to inherit Driftmark because HE didn't keep his end of the deal, so I didn't even have to do this in the first place."

Also, take into account that Rhaenyra allow her and her husband to take their sweet time deciding if they were going to support her (to the point that Rhaenys even admited that she was the one person trying to prevent a truly massive war), and also allowed her NOT TO BOW TO HER DURING HER CORONATION.

Who do you think offended Rhaenys and made her feel cheated, and who offered her a ton of respect, freedom and political claims that could make her at least consider supporting them? Because let's not forget that...

Rhaenys is not fully Team Black

Like I said, she did almost side with the Greens when Viserys was still alive and did not kill them when she had the chance even though that would have ended the war because, in her own words, it was not HER war. Her and Corly did NOT support Rhaenyra right away, and while she looked proud and even happy in her coronation, she did not bow to her Queen.

Rhaenys prioritizes her interests (and the interests of her family) before loyalty to ANY king or queen. If the Greens had played their cards right with her, she would have supported them or at least remained neutral as long as possible.

But they didn't, so she's supporting their enemy, who offered her a better deal. Just the nobles and royals playing their Game Of Thrones.

[genz420]

The Fire That Burns With Us - Chapter 2: An Eye For An Eye.

Pervious Part - Next Part 

126 AC - Driftmark

Visenya had always enjoyed the visits she and her father took to Driftmark.   The Beaches and the strong smell of the sea were always her favourite part, walking along them with Princess Rhaenys​​ as both Meleys and Morghon flew above them. Listening to Lord Corly's talk about the battles he had won and the adventures he has been on.   Driftmark had always been a happy place for the young princess.   

But as Visenya stood between Jace and their father, holding his hand for his support and her own,  listening to Vaemond Velaryon, Driftmark left cold.  The strong winds of the sea nip at her cheeks and turn them soft pink, Visenya leans into her father, trying to find warmth and comfort, but Laenor leaves nothing but the grief of his sister.  

Vaemond looks towards Princess Rhaenrya and her children; anyone with an eye would know that the boys had no Velaryian blood, no salt coursing through their veins.  The question of whether the girl had Velaryian blood was still being questioned, she has Velayrain features like white hair and purple eyes, but her skin is pale. 

“Lopor courses rȳ velaryon ānogar,” Vaemond says as he moves his gaze from the boys to their mother. “īlvon dakogon qumblie,”

Visenya knew what he was saying, and she was sure that there would be bloodshed if Jace or Luke understood what he said. 

“īlvon dakogon drēje,” Vaemond keeps eye contact with Rhaenrya. “Se īlvon ēdruta dōrī vasrie,”

A laugh is what breaks the stares away from Princess Rhaenrya and her children.  Visenya looks up to the source of the laughter, Daemon Targaryen.  She had heard bedtime stories about him from his mother, how he was the greatest fighter she had seen, how he took the steps stones for the King, and stories of his youth were told to her by the King.  Daemon should have been a hero, a legend, to Visenya, but as she looked up at him, she was scared. She is hiding her face back into her father's robes.   

Daemon had seen the girl looking at him, and the one look was all he needed to know: the girl had zero Velaryon blood in her veins.   

– – 

Visenya wanted to be with her father.  After the funeral, he wandered off, and Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys escorted Visenya​​.   Lady Laena had left behind two daughters, Baela and Rhaena, both daughters had inherited their mother's beauty, and it seemed that only one of them had inherited enough Targaryen blood to claim a dragon.  

The twin girls were born the same year as Visenya's brother Jace. When they had been born, Lady Laena and Prince Daemon had brought them from Pentos to Driftmark.  Lady Laena wanted her parents and brother to meet her daughters.  Princess Rhaenyra was too happy to agree to make the trip to Driftmark to see Daemon again.  Neither of them did forget the nights they had spent together, and as Daemon set his eyes on Rhaenrya's only daughter, he knew that she only had the blood of the dragon coursing through her veins.  

Lord Corlys had left Visneya alone at one of the tables; in his grief for his daughter, he wanted to spend time with his wife and the next lord of Driftmark.  Visenya was left alone in one of her favourite places in all the lands, yet she was not happy.  Visenya wants comfort from someone she knows.  She wanted comfort from her friend Aemond, and as Visenya looked across the crowd of people, she could not see him anywhere.  But as Visenya met the eyes of the rogue Prince, he made a motion with his hand, calling her over.   Visenya had been taught to always listen to people of higher rank, and the prince was higher than her.  Moving off her chair, she walks through the crowd of people; as she stands before the Daemon, he leaves with pride.  She was his and Rhaenya’s. There was no question.  

“Tell me, little one, what is your name?” Daemon asks as he bends down to the little Princess's height. 

“Visenya,” she answers in a quiet voice.  She was scared and wanted her father, mother, or Aemond.  

“Kostagon ao shifang se udrir hen aōha ānogar?” Aemond asks.  Visenya was quick to nod, and Daemon gave a nod of approval.  Visenya wanted to run away, away from the scary man with the sword of her namesake, to find Aemond and tell him about the passageways she had found on Dragonstone, and to show Aemnod the beaches of Driftmark and try to find the dragon Vhagar.   

 Can you understand the language of your blood?

Across the balcony, Aemond and Aegon watch as Helaena catches a spider. 

“We have nothing in common,” Aegon complains to his younger brother, watching his future bride talk to herself. He downs the rest of the wine in his cup before looking towards his brother.  “Visenya would have been a better match,”

“Visenya hates you,” Aemond is quick to say, looking up at Aemond. 

“Yes, she does, but father claims she will be a warrior one day, so that means her children will be warriors as well, not to mention that she doesn’t talk to herself like that dumb twat,” Aegon looks around the gathering to try and find a wench who he will torment till he drunk enough to forget.  “Maybe I can convince Mother to let me wed Visenya as well, and it is within my birthright,” 

Aemond was about to tell his brother that he shouldn't talk about Visenya's future children or call their sister such a name, but Visenya rushed to his side.   Aemond smiles at Visenya before pulling her into a hug.  

“I am sorry I didn’t get to say goodbye to you before I left. Mother wanted to leave King’s Landing as fast as we could.  But Aemond, you must visit Dragonstone; there are so many cool things I have found and need to show you,”  Visenya quickly says, wanting to tell Aemond everything about what has been happening and not wanting to forget anything.    

Aegon rolls his eyes at the interaction between his niece and brother, walking after a wench with a pair of long legs that he loves so much.  

Once Aegon was out of sight of the young Prince, he happily hugged his niece back, even though the short time they were apart was too long for him.   Neither one of the children had changed much since they had been apart. One clear difference was the neatly placed hairpin in the Visenyas braid.  Aemonds chest fills with pride as he sees the pin embedded in the Princess's hair, happy that she likes the gift he put so much thought into.  

Visenya pulls herself out of the hug they were sharing, remembering the lesson her Septa taught her in King’s Landing.  The girl tries to hide the smile on her face but fails.  She gestures for Aemond to come closer, and he complies with the girl's command.  

“I heard that Vhagar is here,”  Visenya whispers into Aemonds ear, worried that if she talks any louder, someone might hear her.   “That the rogue prince's daughter, Rhaena, is going to claim the she-dragon,”  

Aemond eyes widen as Visenya tells him about Vhagar; he has heard the stories about her, the biggest dragon alive today.  Visenya had always enjoyed telling him about the battles the she-dragon and her rider Visenya I had gone on.  Vhagar would be his.  

“Has Rhaena claimed Vhagar yet?” Aemond asks as he is careful not to tell Visenya his intentions.  He needs this dragon and would be Vhagars next rider at any cost.  He will fly the biggest dragon in the world if it is the last thing. 

Visenya quickly shook her head as she shared the news about the dragon, having no clue about Aemonds intentions.  Visenya looked around the gathering to see if anyone was watching them. Once she thinks that no one is, she grasps Aemonds hand and drags him towards the exit, wanting to show Aemond the beaches of Driftmark.  The beach would also give them a better view of the dragons resting around the grounds.   The two children quickly run the stairs, trying not to be seen by any of the king's guards or Driftmark guards; the attempt to not be seen fails as Daemon and Ser Harrold watch them.   The sound of Visenyas laugh and the smile on her face warms Daemon's heart.  If he had known the girl was his, he would not have spent so much time in Pentos, and he would have agreed with Laena to return to Driftmark.  He would have been the one to have taught Visenya the traditions of their house and not Laenor.  

Aemond and Visenya walk hand in hand across the shores of Driftmark. Visenya would talk to Aemond about how much she loved the beach, the smell of salt, and the cold wind.  Aemond could grow to like these things if it meant he and Visenya would spend time together.  

“Have you been keeping Helaena company since I have been away?” Visenya asks Aemond as she watches the sun kiss the water and the sky turn into a painting of oranges and reds.  

“I don’t like her company; all the things she says don’t make sense,” Aemond admits to Visenya.  

“They would if you listened,” Visenya tells him.  The girl enjoyed the time she and Helaena spent with each other, finding the riddles the girl speaks exciting and funny.   “Have you been trying to learn Velaryian?  I know I am not there to help you, but I still think you should learn the language,”  

“Ao ȳdragon adere, gaoman daorr,” Aemond says slowly, trying to remember the proper words.  As he finishes, Visenya snorts and covers her mouth to keep her laughs from coming out, Aemond's face turns red, and he stops walking and looks at Visenya.  “Was it that bad,”

“No, it's just you said ‘you speak smooth, I do not, instead it of smooth you could say “ziry sȳrī” that means it well,”  Visenya corrects him.  “But other than that, you did amazing, and I am happy you are learning it.  One day we will be able to have a secret conversation in front of everyone, and they will not understand what we are saying,”   

Aemond likes that idea, which means that Visenya and he will be together again one day.  The sound of someone clearing their throat stops Aemond from thinking about what else their future will be like.  

“Princess Visenya. Prince Aemond,”  Ser Harrold interrupts. “Princess, your mother, is requesting that you are taken to bed; both of your brothers have already been taken to their chambers, and you gave the other guards and me quite a scare when we could not find you,”   

“I will see you tomorrow morning.  I won’t leave without a goodbye this time, I promise,”  Visenya gave Aemond a quick hug and a smile before taking Ser Harrold's hand and walking back up to the Castle.  

Aemond would have been upset that Visenya was leaving for bed early if he did not have a plan.  He has to find Vhagar.  

– – – 

Visenya was having a nice sleep, and she found every time she was at Driftmark, rest would come easy.  But Jace had woken Visenya up in the late hours of the night with their Cousin Baela and Rhaena standing behind him and Luke beside him.  Jace quickly explained how someone had stolen Vhagar and that they were going to confront them, that he needed her help.  Jace wasn’t ashamed to admit that out of his sister and him, she could win in a fight, that she would have his back against anyone who tried to hurt him and Luke.  Jace knew his sister well enough to know how much she loved the people around her, he also knew that she would never hurt Aemond, and as Aemond revealed he was the one who had claimed Vhagar, Jace knew he should have left his sister to sleep in her bed. 

Visenya holds Luke close to her, knowing that if the fighter were to break out, she would not allow her youngest brother to get hurt.  But as Aemond takes off his cloak, Visenya thinks there will be no fight and that Aemond would not dare hurt her or her family.  

“It's him,” Baela was the first to speak up, holding onto her twin's hand.  

“It's me,” Aemond confirms, and nothing would stop the adrenaline rushing through his blood.  Visenya had told him that dragon riding was the best feeling in the world, and he had to agree with her.  He knew that riding dragons was what made Targaryens gods among humans.  

“Vhagar is my mother's dragon,” Baela tells Aemond. 

“Your mothers died,” Aemond counters.  It was true: Lady Laena was dead, and Vhagar needed a new rider.  

“Aemond!” Visenya scolds him, giving him a look that she has never given him before.  One of the disgust.  

“It's the truth, Visenya,” Aemond tells Visenya. Part of him regrets the words he said.  “Vhagar has a new rider now,”

“She was mine to claim,” Rhaena challenges Aemond.  She should have been the one to claim Vhagar, not some half-blooded Targaryen.  

“Then you should have claimed her.  Maybe Lord Strong can find you a pig to ride,” Aemond looks from Rhaena to Jace, smirking at the name he had just called his nephew.  Aemond looks back to Rhaena and leans in to say.  “It would suit you,”

That was the last straw for Rhaena.  Not only was Aemond insulting her mother by claiming her dragon, but he was insulting her.  Rhaena charges at Aemond, trying to hit him, but Aemond pushes the shorter girl to the ground.  As Rhaena falls, Baela screams and rushes Aemond, punching him in the face, and Visenya grabs onto Jace as he tries to run back to Baela.  Visenya gave Jace a silent look of plea to Jace, asking him not to do this.  Aemond quickly recovered from the punch, and he punches Baela back, rocking her to the ground, and Jace pulls his arm out of his sister's hold.  Jace wants to defend himself, and the comment about his lineage goes over Luke's head, but both Visenya and Jace understand the meaning behind Aemonds words. 

“Come at me again, and I’ll feed you to my dragon!” Aemond threatens the girl.  

Jace had enough of hearing his uncle talk to him, his siblings, and his cousins.  With a yell, Jace goes for his uncle, landing a few punches to his face. It seems to the others that Jace has the upper hand, but Aemeond backs up and kicks Jace in the chest and down to the ground.  Luke pulls himself out of Visenyas's hold and rushes to his brother's aid, letting out a scream that reminds Visenya of a boar squealing.  Aemond grabs ahold of the younger boy's neck and pants a punch to his face, and Luke yells out in pain as he drops to the ground.  

“Luke!” Visenya yells and removes herself from her spot against the wall.  She runs to her little brother, the bottom half of Luke's face is smeared with blood, and tears make a line in the blood.  Visenya grabs ahold of his face and asks him if he is okay, and he gives her a nod.  

Besides the pair, Jace, Baela, and Rhaena had ganged up on Aemond, taking him to the ground and punching and kicking him.  Visenya wants to help Aemond, but she would never lay a hand on her brothers and be responsible for any pain they might feel.   Aemond is a good fighter, though, before claiming his dragon, he knew that he would have to learn to defend himself in battle.  Aemond kicks Jace off of him and shoves Baela and Rhaena into each other. Aemond's reflexes were fast, and he grabbed hold of Luke's throat.  Aemond grabs hold of a rock as he pushes himself off the ground.  Visenya's eyes go between her brother and the rock held high in Aemonds hand.  

“You will die screaming in flame just like your father did!” Aemond threatens Luke, and he looks toward Jace. “Basterds,” 

Aemond raises the rock in his hand, and as he starts to bring it down, intending to Luke with it, Visenya screams and runs towards them.  Before Aemond could understand what Visenya was about to do, it was too late, and the rock was already in motion. Instead of hitting Luke like Aemond was planning to, the rock came into contact with Visenya's face.  Aemond looks at the rock that is now red and releases Luke's neck.  

The Princess had never felt pain like she was feeling now. All she could taste in her mouth was copper.  Her hand went up to her lips, and as she pulls them away, they were the same red as her family sigil.  Visenya keeps her eyes on the ground, and the sand below her starts to clump together as the blood falls from her mouth to the sand.  

“Visenya, I’m so-” Aemonds apology was cut short, and Jace ran towards Aemond, holding his knife to hurt Aemond as he hurt his sister. 

Aemond smashes the rock against Jace's head, and the knife falls to the ground. Luke crawls over his brother and to the knife.  Aemond looks down at Jace. The power dynamic between the two had shifted. Jace no longer had the upper hand of a dragon, and his uncle now holds power over him.  Jace looks toward his brother, and when Luke gets to the knife, Jace throws sand into Aemonds face, and Luke is quick to cut up along Aemonds face.   None of the kids move as Aemond falls to the ground holding his face and screaming in pain, all of them watching in shock at what had just happened.  

  – – 

Jace and Visenya knew that someone was going to blame Luke; he was the one who cut out Aemond's eye.  Both older siblings kept Luke between them, holding onto each other's arms to form a barrier between everyone and Luke.  Jace keeps his eyes on his grandfather and everyone who dares look his way, while Visenya keeps hers fixed on the ground.  

All three children were scared.  All three wanted their mother and father, yet they were nowhere to be seen.  

“How could you have allowed such a thing to happen,” The king asks Ser Harrold and Ser Criston Cole, neither one of them having an answer. “I will have answers,”

“The Princes and Princes to be abed, My King,” Ser Harrold told the king. He was the one who carried Aemond back and was the one who altered the king as to what was going on. 

“Who had the watch?” The King asks, his patience slowly leaving him.

“Young Prince was attacked by his blood,  Your Grace,” Ser Criston defends the king's guards' failure at keeping the princes and princess safe.   

The King was not pleased with his response.  

“You swore oaths to protect and defend my blood!” The King scolds them.  Visenya didn’t like how the king was yelling; that was the same man who would tell her stories about dragon riders and who was not mad at her when she broke a building of his model.  

“I’m very sorry, Your Grace,” Ser Harrold tries to apologize. Unlike Ser Criston, he knew this fight was their fault; they would have kept their guard outside the prince and princess's room.   

“The Kingsguard had never had to defend princes from princes, Your Grace,” Ser Criston tries to reason.  The King snaps his neck towards Ser Cristion.  

“That is no answer!” The King yells at him.  

“Will it heal, will it not, maester?” Queen Alicent asks the maester; she knows this was Rhaenrya's children's fault.  That they were evil and had attacked her son.   Alicent keeps a firm hold of Aemonds hand, and her once beautiful boy is forever scarred. 

“The flesh will heal,” Maester Kelvyn tells her, pushing the thread through Aemonds flesh.   “But the eye is lost, Your Grace.”

Alicent lets out a sob, letting go of Aemonds hand and turns to Aegon, who had sobered up at the news of his brother being attacked.

“Where were you?” Alicent asks her eldest son, grabbing onto his shoulders.  Aegon knew the look that his mother currently had in her eyes.   She was mad beyond mad.  She was furious, and in her mind, Aegon was at fault for not being there to watch over his brother.  

“Me?” Aegon asks, looking at his mother.  It was not his fault, and he kept saying that repeatedly in his head, this was not his fault.  But to his mother, the slap that the queen placed across Aegon's face made the already silent room still.  “What was that for?”

“That was nothing compared to the abuse your brother has suffered while you were drowning in your cups, you fool.” Alicent blames Aegon.  In her mind, Aegon should have been watching his younger brother, and if he had gotten himself into a fight, then Aegon should have been there to ensure he won.  Aegon should have crushed his nephews and niece to protect his brother, like Rhaenyra's children were protecting each other.  

Before Alicent can slap Aegon, the doors of Lord Coryls and Princess Rhaenys open, making the already scared Velaryon children jump.  Visenya keeps the grip she had on Luke tight. She would not let anyone else hurt him, he was her baby brother, and she had already failed to protect him once.  As Lord Coryls and Princess Rhaenys make their way down the stairs, Visenya finally looks up from the floor to her father's parents.  She knew that if they were here, no one would lay a hand on Visenya's brothers or cousins.  

“What is the meaning of this?” Lord Corlys’s voice booms through the room, looking around to see why so many people are out of their beds at this hour.   

“Baela, Rhaena! What happened?” Rhaenys rushes towards her granddaughter as she sees their faces red with blood.  “What happened?” Rhaenys takes Rhaena's face, inspects it for severe damage, and then does the same to Baela.   The Princess had just lost her daughter, and she refused to let her cousin's spawn harm the last pieces of her.  

Lord Coryls makes his way toward the princes and princesses, stopping as he sees their injuries.  Jace has a cut across his temple from when Aemond hit him with a rock, Visenya has a deep cut that stretches from the corner of her top lip to the middle of the bottom, and Luke has the worst one of them all.  Luke's nose was still bleeding and covered with his own blood.  The children might not have his blood, but they held the name of his House.   The doors open again, and as Princess Rhaenya walks through the doors, Luke finally allows his tears to fall.  

“Jace? Luke! Visenya!” Rhaenya calls out. Once she sees her three eldest children, she rushes towards them, bending down onto her knees in front of Luke.  Visenya finally lets the grip on him loosen, feeling safe with their mother in the room.   “Show me.  Show me.” Rhaenyra says as she pulls Luke's hand away from his nose, and Luke cries out as he shows his mother.   “Who did this?”

Rhaenyra looks towards the greens, and she knows that one of them is responsible for this.  

“They attacked me!” Aemond defends himself.  He was the one that was attacked, and the only one he regrets hurting was Visenya. 

“He attacked Baela!” Jace yells at his uncle.  

“He broke Luke’s nose!”  Rhaena shouts towards the greens.  

All but one of the children start to argue with each other.  The Velaryons arguing that Aemond had been the one to throw the first punch and that they were defending themselves.  Aemond shouting that Rhaena had been the one to hit him first for doing nothing wrong.  Then Baela brings up the fact that Aemond had stolen Vhagar and how Luke only cut Aemond because he was going to kill Jace.

“Enough,” The King commands, but it falls on deaf ears.  None of them were listening to him, too busy defending that they had done nothing wrong.  “Enough-”

Alicent then starts yelling at the children that Aemonds word is true and that they are listening to him tell the story.

 “He called us-” Jace was about to finish before the King interrupted him. 

“Silence!” The King yells, and everyone stops their bickering. 

“He called us Basterds,” Jace whispers to his mother, Visenya nods along with Jace's words.  

That was the only thing Rhaenyra needed to hear.  Rhaenyra stands tall and away from her children, collapsing her hands together and spinning one of the rings on her fingers. She would defend her children until her dying breath.  

“Aemond, I will have the truth of what happened,” King Viserys walks towards his son, the sound of his cane echoing in his pause of words.  “Now,” 

“What else is there to hear,” Alicent speaks up, wanting to defend her son.  “Your son has been maimed.  Her son is responsible,” she tells the king and points toward Luke, hiding between his mother and sister.  

“It was a regrettable accident,” Rheanyra tells Alicent though she doesn't care if it was an accident.  Rhaenyra thinks the loss of Aemonds eye was a fair punishment for what she had called her sons.  

 “Accident?” Alicent scoffs, walking closer to Rheanyra. “The prince Lucerys brought a blade to the ambush.  He meant to kill my son,” 

“It was my son, my CHILDREN, who were attacked and forced to defend themselves.  Vile insults were levied against them,” Rheanyra argues back to the Queen.  She knew her father's weak spot, and she knew that her father understood that not only if her sons but also Visenya had been insulted, then he would take their side.  

The King turns towards his daughter; Rhaenyra is right. 

“What insults?” The King asks, stepping between his wife and daughter.  

“The legitimacy of my son's birth was put to question and, in turn, as was my daughters,” Rheanyra shares after pausing for a moment.  Saying it out loud made it seem real that her children were bastards.  

“What?” The King asks, not thinking that his son would dare make such an insult. 

“He called us basterds,” Jace says from his mother's side.  

“My children are in line to inherit the Iron Throne, Your Grace,” Rhaenyra argues, “This is the highest of treasons.  Prince Aemond must be sharply questioned so we might learn where he heard such slanders,”

“Over an insult?” Alicent asks Rhaenyra, and the King slowly moves his way toward Aemond.  “My son has lost an eye!”

“You tell me, boy.  Where did you hear this lie?” The King asks.  

“The insult was a training yard bluster.  The yard of boys was nothing,” Alicent tries to hide. Aemond could have heard it from her father, brother, or other servants.  The king looks towards Alicent and then back to Aemond.  

“Aemond.  I asked you a question,” The King says sternly; he wants to know who dares to say such vile things.  If they wished to express them in private, they should be able to say them in front of him.  

“Where is Ser Laenor, I wonder? The children's father? Perhaps he might have something to say in this matter,”  Alicent tries to move the King's attention away from Aemond, knowing that her sweet boy would crack under the pressure of his father and tell him where he had heard the truth.  

“Yes, where is Ser Laenor?” The king questions Rhaenyra, looking at her and her children. They all were clutching onto their mother somehow, finding safety in her presence.  

“I do not know, Your Grace.  I…. could not find sleep. I went out to walk.” Rhaenyra lies about knowing where Laenor is and why she has gone for her walk.  

“Entertaining his young squires, I would venture,” Alicent says, again trying to keep the attention off of Aemond.  The room goes silent at her statement.  All the adults in the room had heard the rumours about Laenor, but just like the rumours about the legitimacy of Rhaenyra's children, they would never speak it out loud. 

The King looks to Alicent before looking back down at Aemond.  

“Aemond, look at me.  Your king demands an answer.  Who spoke these lies to you?” Viserys asks Aemond again, his patience about the snap.   

Aemond looks to his mother, she was the one who told him, but Aemond knows that the truth is not welcomed right now. He knows that if he tells his father the truth, his mother will face the wrath of Rhaenyra and the King.  That it would not matter if she were Queen, the King has apparent favouritism towards his grandchildren and daughter.  The King allows Aemond to gaze and look at Alicent, who shifts her weight from one foot to the other, preying on the old and new gods that Aemond does not tell the truth, that if he does, then the King will have mercy towards her.  

“It was Aegon,” Aemond tells his father; it was not a lie.  Aegon had talked about how he thought all of Rhaenyra's children were bastards.  

“Me?” Aegon asks, hurt that his brother would throw him under the bus like that.  He was also scared of the punishment he might face now that Aemond had blamed him.  The King turns to his eldest son and walks as fast as he can toward him.  

“Any you, boy? Where did you hear such calumnies?” Viserys questions Aegon; when Aegon does not answer him but looks down towards his feet, the last piece of patients that Viserys has snaps.  “Aegon! Tell me the truth about it!” 

“We know, father.  Everyone knows,” Aegon answers,  looking at Rhaenyra and her children that she was holding close.   “Just look at them,”

“This interminable infighting must cease!” Viserys demands. He was shouting at all who were present, not only at his blood.   “All of you! We are a family! Now make your apologies and show goodwill to one another.  Your father, your grandsire, your king demands it!” 

“That is insufficient,” Alicent argues as Viserys makes her way to leave, tired of all the fighting.  “Aemond has been damaged permanently, My King. “Good Will” can not make him whole,” 

“I know Alicent, but I can not restore his eye,” Viserys reasons with his wife, the boy had chosen to fight against a larger number, and now he must deal with the consequences of that decision.  

“No, because it has been taken,” Alicent tells the king. She wants justice to be served for the people around them to know that the king cares about his other children, not just Rhaenyra.  Viserys looks at his wife.  

“What would you have me do?” He asks.   

“There is a debt to be paid,” Alicent tells him, and she looks toward Rhaenyra.  The two had been best friends once, but the years and their families made those feelings die.  Both of them are mothers that would do anything to protect their children.   “I shall have one of her children's eyes in return.  One that matches the purple eye he has lost,”

“My dear wife,” Viserys looks to his wife; only one of Rhaenyra's children had purple eyes, and the King would sooner give his own than allow his granddaughter to be hurt in that way.  

“He is your son, Viserys. Your blood,” Alicent reasons.  She was tired of Rhaenyra getting all of the King's love instead of her children; they were just as important as Rhaenyra.  Viserys walks towards Alicent slowly, but not a single person dares to utter a word as he does.  

“Do not… allow your temper to guide your judgement,”  Viserys whispers to Alicent as he again tries to leave the room so that the matter would be over.  

“If the King does not seek justice, then the queen will,” Alicent decides, looking to Cristion Cole. She knew he would do as she commanded; his hate for Rhaenyra was just as strong as hers.   “Ser Cristion, bring me the eye of either Visenya or Lucerys Velaryon,”

“Mother,” Luke cries out as he moves closer to his mother.  

“Mother, stop this,” Visenya reasons and moves from her mother's side to behind, pushing Luke behind her.  

“Alicent,” Viserys tries to stop her.  

“They can choose which eye they can keep and who will give it, a privilege that my son was not granted,” Alicent tells Ser Cristion, standing tall and thinking she now held the room's power.  

“You will do no such thing,” Viserys commands Ser Cristion; while Ser Cristion might be sworn to the Queen, he was the King, and his word was final.  

“Stay your hand,” Ser Harrolds commands Ser Cristion.  He will not hesitate to cut the knight down if he goes for either Velayron children.  

“No, you’re sworn to me!” Alicent shouts and looks at Ser Cristion, waiting for him to do as she commands. Ser Cristion looks between the King and his commander before looking toward the Queen.  

“As your protector, My Queen,” Ser Cristion corrects the Queen.  

“Alicent, this matter is finished.  Do you understand?” Viserys once again tries to tell his wife.  He looks out to the group of onlookers who will no doubt talk about what has happened here tonight when the King leaves.   “And let it be known, anyone whose tongue dares question the birth of Princess Rheanyra's children should have it removed,” 

“Thank you, father,” Rhaenyra thanked her father before turning her back towards the Greens.  Checking to make sure her children were safe.  

As Viserys finally moved to leave the room, Alicent quickly grabbed the blade attached to his hip.  Holding it high, Alicent makes her way toward Rhaenyra and her children, and if Ser Cristion would not do this for her, then she would do it herself.  Ser Harrold runs down the steps and past the king.  Ser Cristion moves around the side of people and towards Rhaenyra and her children.  The scream of Lucarys would be heard above the commotion; Rhaenyra moved towards Alicent, grabbing ahold of her arm to keep the dagger in the arm and onto the base of her neck to keep her a safe distance away from herself and the children.  

“Your Grace.  Stay with the King!” Ser Harrold commands his knights as he pushes through the people.  

“Alicent!” Viserys shouts.  

“Stay your hand, Cole!” Ser Harrold commands as he draws his sword and rushes to Visenya, picking her up and keeping her on his side, farthest away from the Queen.   Lord Corlys quickly grabbed his heir and did the same as Ser Harrold.  

Watching the events unfold from the doorway, Daemon rushed to Ser Cristion, holding him back from Rhaenyra.  

“You’ve gone too far,” Rhaenyra says. 

“I?” Alicent asks Rhaenyra, not understanding how she could think that.  To Alicent, she has not gone far enough. “What have I done, but what was expected of me? Forever upholding the kingdom, the family, and the law.  While your flout all to do as you please,”

“Alicent, let her go!” Viserys demands as the two women struggle against one another.  

“Where is duty?  Where is sacrifice? It’s trampled under your pretty foot again,” Alicent asks Rhaenyra.  

“Release the blade, Ailcent,” Otto tells his daughter.  The last thing he needs is for his daughter to kill the heir to the Iron Throne, though it would help his plan to sit Aegon on it; it would just pass to one of Rhaenyra's bastard children.  

“And now you take my son’s eye, and to that, you feel entitled,” Alicent tells Rhaenyra, trying to push the dagger closer to her, wanting to draw blood.  

“Exhausting, wasn’t it?  Hiding beneath the cloak of your righteousness,” Rhaenyra taunts Alicent. “But now they see you as you are,” She whispers just loud enough for Alicent to hear what she has said.  

The Queen snaps, pushing down harder than she was before.  It catches Rhaenyra off guard, and the two split apart,  Rhaenyra falling into Lord Corlys and Alicent, keeping her feet planted on the ground.  Rhaenyra lets out a short gasp as she looks down towards her arm, the dagger of Aegon I cut clearly through her sleeve and into her skin.   The feeling of her blood was hot as it fell down her hand and onto the ground. Rhaenyra looks to Alicent, who drops the dagger upon releasing what she had done and watches as Rhaenyra falls.  

“Do not mourn me, Mother,” Aemond rises from his chair, looking at his mother.   “It was a fair exchange.  I may have lost an eye, but I gained a dragon,” Aemond walks to her and rests his head on her shoulder.  

“This proceeding is at an end,”  The King declares, watching as the two sides of his family become more divided.  

– – – 

Visenya sits with Luke on her lap as they watch as Rhaenyra is sewn up by the maester.  Luke has two pieces of cloth stuffed up his nose to stop the bleeding and Visenya holds a cloth to the cut on her lip.  The sound of seagulls and her mother's noises of pain were the only things Visenya would hear.  

“You will scar, but the wound will heal,” The maester tells Rhaenys, pulling the thread through her arm.  “Valyrian steel cuts clean,” 

The door to the room opens and Laenor walks through but stops at the sight before him.  His three children were bloody and dirty, Rheanyra with her open wound that was being sewn shut, and the number of bloody pieces of cloth that littered the table. 

 “Gods,” Laenor exclaims,  “Is everyone alright?”

“A broken nose is the worst,” The maester answers him, continuing his work. 

“Thank you maester.  Leave us,” Rheanyra tells the maester before she looks over to her children.  “You three as well, you’ve already found enough trouble today,” 

“Yes, mother,” Jace answers and he pulls Luke off of Visenya's lap, the three of them walking close together.  

Visenya meets her father's eye before turning her head back down as they leave the room. Once in the hallway, Visenya looks at Jace.  

“Jace takes Luke back to his room,” Visenya says. 

“Visenya's mother wanted us to go,” Jace argues with his sister.  He is tired and does not wish to get into any more trouble with their mother. Visenya shakes her head and turns in the opposite direction of their rooms.  

“If mother finds out what I have done, I will tell her that you have nothing to do with it.  Take Luke back to his room,” Visenya tells Jace as she walks towards the courtyard.     

– – 

Visenya had left the safety of her chambers to make sure she gave Aemond goodbye.  Even if she was mad at the prince for hurting her and her brothers, she still wanted a proper goodbye this time.   The courtyard of Driftmark was busy, kings guards posted at every exit at the queen's order, but Visenya was on a mission.  The first person Visenya recognized was Helaena, and a smile formed on the princess's face before she could stop it. Once she left the pain from the cut on her lip, she returned to a neutral expression.  

“Helaena!” Visenya tries to say as loudly as she can without gaining the attention of any of the kingsguards.  Helaena turned her head from side to side before spotting Visenya. Once she did find her, she excused herself from her ladies and went over to the young girl.  

“Visenya, if my mother sees you, she will not be happy,” Helaena tells her, doing her best to stand in front of Visenya to block her from sight.  

“I know, but I need to say goodbye to Aemond,” Visenya says as she looks around, trying to spot Aemond among the group.  Helaena shakes her and closes her eyes.  

“The Ravens circle ahead,” Helaena tells her niece as she grabs onto her hands.  “The beast with no bones plans and hunts for blood!” 

“Helaena, please tell me where he is.  I want to say goodbye,” Visenya tries to reason with her aunt, but Helaena keeps shaking her head, not listening to her.  

“The Ravens circle ahead. The beast with no bones plans and hunts for blood!” Helaena tells Visenya again.  

“Fine, if you will not tell me where he is, then please give him this,” Visenya pulls her hands out of Helaenas and shoves a letter into her hands.  “Helaena, please make sure you give it to him,” 

“The Raven circle ahead,” Helaena whispers one final time as she nods her head and walks back to her ladies.  

Visenya watches from her spot as the royal carriages leave the courtyard.  

– – 

Laenor was waiting for Visenya when she arrived at her room.  Once she saw him, she quickly rushed towards him, burying her face into her chest as he held her close.   He should have been there to keep her, Jace, Luke, and Rhaenyra safe.  His family is safe.  Visenya pulls herself out of his chest.  

“Is it true?” Visenya asks Leanor, and her mother tells the three children, not to mention that they were called bastards.  That they were her children, and that's all that mattered.  

“Visenya-” Laenor tries to stop the conversation before it gets out of hand.  

“That Jace, Luke, and Joffrey are not your sons.  If that is true, then I am your daughter?”  Visenya asks again. At this point, the princess was crying.  

“Visenya, listen to what I am about to tell you; sometimes family isn’t always about the blood that runs through our veins; even if you or your brothers do not have my blood running through you, I am still your father, and I will always be there for you.  To help you train your sword skills, to teach you to ride a dragon into battle, braid your hair, and love you. You have my name, and I remember the joy I felt when your mother gave birth to you and how I knew you were my daughter at that moment.   My sweet Visenya, in every way, you are my daughter, and I love you more than I have loved anything in this world,” Leanor says as he tries to comfort his daughter and uses his thumbs to wipe away her tears.

“Even seasmoke?” Visenya asks, sniffing her nose

“Well, now that isn’t far. I have known him for much longer,” Laenor jokes as he hugs Visenya tight. 

– – 

Visenya stands between Lord Coryls and Vaemond Velaryon, watching the Driftmark men loop the ropes around Laenors coffin.  When Rhaenrya told her daughter of her father's murder, it was the only time Rhaenyra regretted the plan.  She held her daughter as she screamed and cried for her father, saying that he didn’t die and that he would not leave her.   Rhaenyra had tried to bring Visenya back to Dragonstone with her and Daemon, wanting their daughter to be there as they were wed, but Visenya had refused to leave Driftmark and attend the wedding.   Princess Rhaenys had not left her chambers, not even for the funeral.  

Visenya's face was red, her eyes looked dead, and anyone who knew the once-happy Princess would see that she was not okay.   Morghon could feel his rider's pain and stay close to Meleys.  Both dragons did not understand why their riders were in pain and had not come to see them in days.  

As the coffin gets pulled into the dark waters of Blackwater Bay, Visenya watches as what she thought to be her father's body sinks deep into the water.  No one said a word.  

Vaemond was the first of the three to head back up to the castle.  

Then Lord Coryls.  

Visenya didn’t move from her spot until the sky turned black.  Once they did, Visenya walked towards the edge of the cliff, looking into the waters, hoping that somehow her father would swim up from the bottom or that this had all been a bad dream and would be there to comfort her when she woke up.  But neither of those things happened.  Visenya slowly sat herself down on the cliff, waiting.

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Translations:

lopor courses rȳ velaryon ānogar: Salt courses through Velaryon Blood

īlvon dakogon qumblie: Ours run thick

īlvon dakogon drēje: Ours run true

se īlvon ēdruta dōrī vasrie: and ours must never thin

kostagon ao shifang se udrir hen aōha ānogar?: Can you understand the language of your blood?

[thequeerbrainrot]

Targaryen/Velaryon coming outs

Jacaerys: I am Bi, I think? I absolutely love Baela but damn Aegon and Cregan are hot.

Lucerys: Mums, Dads I'm gay and trans.

Joffrey: I don't care about genitals

Aegon III: I'm straight! What? I wanted to be included.

Viserys II: I'm Maelorsexual, he's my silver haired angel.

Baela: I'm bisexual, for sure.

Rhaena: No thank you. Don't mind hugs, but no cock or vagina for me.

Aegon II: I couldn't care less what you have between your legs, but I am loyal to my Helaena.

Helaena: I am straight, but I don't hate.

Aemond: I am straight! I swear. Fine, I may have a type. Short brown curls, beautiful eyes, a pug nose, looks like Rhaen..... fine I'm gay for Luke

Daeron: I am with Rhaena, no thanks!

Viserys, Alicent, Rhaenya, Daemon, Laena, Laenor, Harwin, Qarl and Joffrey: That's nice of you to share you lot, but can we eat now?

[rhaenaspearls]

Numb Little Bug

(Closed starter for @helaenasdreamfyres)

Rhaena could not tell if she was drained from the effort, anxiety, or simple emotional of the past day. In all likelihood it was a combination of all three, but whichever was the true culprit, the resulting exhaustion had finally overcome her, practically gluing the new Princess to her bed for the past hour, and making her feel like it would be easier to right herself if the barrier to doing so was the full weight of Silverwing atop her chest; the fear, worry, and chaos of the past day was heavier still. Usually, such undesired incapacity would drive her halfway to madness from the frustration alone, perhaps the exhaustion itself was assisting in her uncharacteristic apathy. However, Rhaena knew that the main source of this unexpected calm in the eye of her distress was because she shared her plush, pink, king-sized bed with her cousin, her Mandia, Princess Helaena.

In the initial chaos of the previous evening, after her Queen-stepmother had been poisoned in front of a crowd nearly a thousand strong, Rhaena had ended up in Aemond's rooms, wearing one of his shirts as a nightdress, as the Prince swore to protect her. Even now, she could not parse all that had happened in those hours. She had fallen asleep quite quickly just from how overwhelming the turn of events had been, and knew he must've carried her back too her own rooms sometime in the small hours of the morning, because by the time dawn rolled in she was back in her own bed, and he had dozed off leaned up against her door. The Prince still in a position that made it clear he had intended to sit guard for the dozen or so important young girls and maidens who had congregated in Rhaena's chambers for safety. She did not know, even a full day later, who had initially decided to make her room a place to safeguard, but it made sense. It was large, comfortable, and far more importantly, centrally located in Maegor's Holdfast without being as overtly distinct as the apartments belonging to either Queen or the rooms for Aegon and Helaena's household.

Rhaena's ladies in waiting, Lady Lacey and Lady Cerelle were there, alongside Lacey's two younger sisters, and three of Cerelle's younger five, as well as three more daughters of Rhaenyra's ladies, Lady Cissy Grafton's daughters Gella and Marla, and Lady Daisy Connington's ten year old, Jocelyn. All of Helaena’s retinue were guarded here as well, the Princess herself, her ladies Aly Blackwood and Roslin Tyrell, alongside her younger sister, Princess Rhaenya, and her companions Alyse Motoon and Elaena Snow, of course in addition to her children, Jaehaerys, Jaehaera, and Maelor. Not to mention Rhaena’s own three youngest half-siblings, Visenya, Baelon, and Aemma. By the time Rhaena had changed into a much more appropriate soft, pink shift and matching robe, no one else was awake yet, but Aemond had scattered to the wind.

The day that followed gave her little time to ponder all that had happened with the tempestuous Prince, however. She was consumed with managing the younger children’s anxieties and their energy in such a confined space in equal measure, ensuring the other ladies were returned safely when their family’s chambers were deemed secure and their gardens cleared of any immediate suspicion, all while doing her very best to manage both her companions’ and her own sky-high anxieties over Rhaenyra’s condition and the safety of their families and Kingdom. Now they had finally made it to late evening only a fraction of the company Rhaena began her day with remained; most were thankfully back with their own families and Joffrey had very kindly offered to watch Jaehaerys—the pair usually seeming to find each other’s company equally agreeable—as he’d already tasked himself with looking after Aeg and Vis, to lighten the Princess’ load. This left only six in Rhaena’s company Baelon and Maelor, who were building Dragonstone with tiny blocks under the room’s large, center window, which was as let in the stormy day’s last rays of light. Meanwhile Jaehaera, Visenya, and Jocelyn Connington—a close companion of both girls, whom they’d begged to be allowed to stay until the following morning—giggled and exchanged stories over sheets of colored craft-paper from Braavos and a set of pastel crayons Rhaena had allowed them to use, so long as they promised to be gentle. Finally, Helaena and Rhaena were laid out on her bed, hugging pillows to soft, lace-clad chests, thoroughly, entirely, drained from simply surviving the day.

They had finally received word less than half an hour ago that Rhaenyra was expected to pull through—though the castle would remain sealed until further notice—and the relief of the news had, at long last, allowed the room’s atmosphere to ease, which in turn sent Rhaena’s mind back to its typical musings. She though about how the last time they were together like this was when her Muna was in labor with Aemma and they had waited in the then-Princess-Hand’s sitting room for hours so as to be available to support her at any time, and the first to attend her once the babe came, while five year old Visenya and Jaehaera played with their dolls and only puppy-sized Morning and Morghul. That invariably led her to thinking about the last time they had seen each other through such fear and worry, the three days when Helaena kept her in a near constant embrace as all they could do was pray that Rhaenyra, and the babe that would come to be her first daughter, survived a dangerously early labour; all the while Helaena was already over six months pregnant with the twins. The former made her wish to talk to her Mandia about how it felt so strange five years had already past, yet at the same time, she felt like an entirely different person than who she was at four and ten. The latter simply made her want to voice that she wished they could have more of these close, quiet moments without such hard times in their lives serving as the backdrop. She could not find it in herself to bring up either, though, not only did it feel wrong to compare this truly horrible crime to all the good, perhaps the greatest good, that went hand in hand with the fear accompanying childbirth. But, just as much because, while it would be madness to suggest Helaena had anything less than a bone-deep love for her children, anything to do with pregnancy and labour was a delicate—in truth, difficult—discussion even on the best of days, and she did not begrudge her for that in the slightest. Rhaena also had wished, more than anything actually, to talk through this wild new whirlwind of feelings she’d developed for Aemond all in under a week. But she couldn’t bring that up either, not because it was bad—she truly believed Helaena may be the happiest of anyone, well, perhaps in contest with her daughter, if she began courting her brother—but she knew they both needed a clear head to discuss the matter, or she would only come out of the conversation with her emotions more tangled and confused than ever.

After all those thoughts, and a million more, kept her stuck in quiet contemplation for a long time, Rhaena decided to simply start with the words at the forefront of her mind. “You know, I was really worried, but now things are most likely to turn out just fine, it almost feels foolish. Not the worrying itself, that’s only natural, just…of course she’s going to be alright, of course, after everything that’s happened, of course we’re going to make it through this too.” Rhaena reached her hand up from where she was laying wrong-way-up to wrap her fingers around where Helaena was laid opposite against the half of the pillows Rhaena had left in their proper place. “But getting through today? I don’t think I could’ve done it with anyone else, there’s certainly no one else I would’ve rather been with. I’m so grateful that I have you, that we have each other, and I don’t think you hear that enough, in truth, none of us do. So, after today especially, we you really deserve to hear it: one of my greatest joys, blessings, in this life is having you as my Mandia.”

[blueberrypancakesworld]

My ramble about hotd season2. - episode three - spoiler

Yes, I could only watch the episode in the afternoon, I had a lot to do and tried to avoid the whole internet. First of all as in every little ramble thing wonderful shots, the actors did a wonderful phenomenal job and the sets/culises are just incredible also the cgi for the dragons cheff kiss.

So first of all Helaena my sweet Helaena your family does not deserve you and your beautiful room the desgin is just beautiful. But Alicent I understand that it's hard to fight off the conflict between your kids, Crispi Cole wanting your handkerchief and not just kissing your ex in the septa but please you could have just talked to Rhaenyra normally and not "it wasn't a mistake". Plus I miss Otto as a Hand as much as I liked Crispi (in terms of him saving Gwayne and being more skilled at it than Alicent's brother) I need a capable Lord Hand and not Crispi peeking after Alicent in a very simp manner. Also Gwayne I was really excited to see how he would come across and I have to say I don't like him as much as I thought I would. I thought he would be a bit like his father but rather a pillar of support for his sister but I don't know he's too calm (reminds me of Renly or Loras) until he sees my queen Baela and Moondancer and first realizes, "Oh shoot those are dragons". Aegon who I thought was going to fly off by now changes his mind about Larys (who once again continues to spin his spider webs quite well actually) and then pulls the whole brothel thing I was disappointed I thought he would have at least learned something.

But yes the brothel scene Aemond you didn't deserve the family, you paid for a few quiet hours with the woman dei dier comfort asks just to put his armor back on so it doesn't have to be that way I'm all so sorry for you…but you always look good don't worry. ps : The young squire who was just dragged along frees my boy from drunken Aegon. The non binary Bracken and our psycho Bloody Ben were just slaying in the first few minutes I thought wow new shipping but then the fight was really sweet I must say. Oh and Daemon in Harrenhal Alys my sweet I really love you but let the man sleep in that moth hole for a bit and give him a nice dream although he probably needed the realization.

Yes yes Rhaena your grandma is sticking up for you (Rhaenys and Corlys best couple I stick with them they are so sweet and Corlys listen to your wife damn it). Rhaena is so sweet but I think she will do anything to protect her "brothers" and honor her house and protect the dragons.

That one pisser the bastard of Baelon didn't you see I don't get the name Ulf I'm not sure anymore I knew he was a two faced but so quick uff just uff. I was ect surprised that Rhaenyra actually went to önigmsund and that she first thought that her father never wanted her on the throne but then came the realization that she always was and it was a mistake with Aegon. I had hope that Alicet will try to see that too but no I can understand both Rhaenya who now sees no way out but to fight with dragons and Alicent who can't go back to fix this "mistake" on which her son's legacy rests.

Well that was episode three I'm really looking forward to the next one. Oh and shout out to the castellan of Harenhall I like you

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[forwithinthishollowcrown]

ACOB headcanon:

Inspired by what you said about Baelon & Valaena

So for this to work Baelon would have to be the youngest of Qoren and Rhaenyra's kids, not Aemma

They are both considered the baby's of their families. During the war, they are both considered too young to be involved and are sent away for their own safety. Valaena goes to stay with her eldest sister Rhaena in Pentos. Baelon is sent to stay with his sister Visenya in Winterfell. They are completely uninvolved during war and their families try to shelter them as best they can.

They only return home once the war is over and the terms for the end of the war and the regency council are agreed upon. After going home for a bit (to the Stepstones & to Dorne), they each end up at court to visit their respective mother's (Rhaenya & Alicent) where they bump into each other.

Valaena was super close to Aemma while she was fostered with them bc they were the closest girls in age. Baelon and Aemma were super close growing up as well. Baelon, out of all of Aemma's siblings, visted Aemma at the Stepstones the most and he and Valaena became good friends.

It's been years since they've seen each other but they strike up their friendship again as if nothing had happened and they end up falling in love during their time at court and there's none of the bad blood since they weren't involved in the war. Valaena's siblings all remembered how close Baelon and Valaena were so they're fine with it. Baelon's siblings all remember how well Aemma spoke of Valaena in their letters and they trust Baelon's judgment. With the blessings of their families, they wed. Their wedding is a huge celebration and the first major peaceful celebration since before the war. It goes a long way into healing the divide between the factions.

👀

I may have to change my birth orders now…