#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.

[anyca786]

"THERE IS SOMEONE WE WISH TO INTRODUCE YOU TO"

Daemon Targaryen x sister/aunt!Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen

WARNINGS: canon typical incest/targcest (brother & sister &niece) poly relationship, family fluff, Alicent being a bitch.

Series

When Daenys, Daemon and Rhaenyra along with their children made their way to Kingslanding after many years of exile, they did not expect such a cold greeting.

No one was present in the courtyard and it was clear that they weren't welcomed here.

Daenys has arrived on dragon back, while Daemon and Rhaenyra arrived by the carriages along with the children and the handmaidens.

Ser Steffon announced their arrival, "All hail Rhaenyra of House Targaryen, Princess of Dragonstone and Heir to the Iron Throne, and her royal consort Prince Daemon-"

The gate open once again, revealing Daenys.

"and Princess Daenys"

Daenys walked over to her family with a smile as she assisted Rhaenyra in stepping down from the carriage.

"Thank you, my love," Rhaenyra pecked her cheek and finally took in the sight of the Keep. This was the place where she grew up and somehow it did not feel like home at all. There was only one person that showed up.

Lord Caswell was the only one for their arrival. "Welcome back Princesses." the man stepped forward so he was now in front of the royal family.

"Lord Caswell." Rhaenyra greeted, but still mildly shocked and offended by the lack of greeting from the others.

"Lord Caswell. I'm happy to see that you are doing well," Daenys smiled at him.

"I was expecting better," Rhaena comments earning a snort from Luke and a smirk from Daenys.

They made their way inside and immediately noticed that the Valyrian decorations that were once proudly displayed had been totally replaced. The Three Dragons couldn't help but grimace.

"I would say it's nice to be home, but I scarcely even recognize it," Rhaenya uttered with a twitched eye when she saw the seven-pointed star.

"Mm.' Daemon eyed his surroundings in disgust.

"Viserys wouldn't let this happen," Daenys commented, grabbing Daemon's hand. Five years have passed and not once did Daenys communicate with Alicent or her children.

She was disappointed and ashamed hearing rumors of Aegon's horrific behavior toward women. It made her lose all hope for him. She thought of Halaena and Aemond, hoping they were doing well. She wondered how Viserys third son, Daeron looked like. She have never met the boy, courtesy of Alicent and Otto sending the boy away to Hightowers.

"What's wrong, my love?" Daemon asked, when he noticed her silence the whole time they made their way through the Keep.

"I was just thinking of Helaena and her children. She has twins; a boy and a girl, just like me. I might consider seeing her later when we settle down."

The children went straight to their assigned rooms, Daenys's handmaiden assured her that she'd be with the younglings the whole time.

Daenys gave the little ones, final kisses on their heads as they parted their ways.

Walking towards Viserys's chamber, Daenys held Daemon's and Rhaenyra's hand to calm her nerves.

The room was dark but the sunlight entered the windows and curtains. Rhaenyra was first to let go and approach the weak King while Daenys and Daemon stayed close to one another.

Rhaenyra called out to her father, "Father?" she slowly sat on the side of his bed.

"Who goes there?" Visery's voice sounded dry and cracked.

"It's me, my King..Rhaenyra," she said gently with a slight break in her voice at how her father looked. "I'm here with Daenys and Daemon."

"Oh," Viserys exhaled, the smallest smile graced his face but faded away when the pain settled in again, "Help me up"

Rhaenyra gently helps up sit up from the bed.

"It's been so long," Viserys cried.

Daemon took a deep breathe and avoided Viserys eye contact and Daenys grabbed his arm in comfort, her eyes pooling with tears. Guilt ran through both of them, for leaving their brother defenseless in the viper's den.

"The Seasnake has suffered a grave injury in the Stepstones," Daemon said.

"When?" Viserys asked, shaking his head. "We won that war years ago?"

"No, the Triarchy is resurgent," Daemon responded finally stepping forward to confront Viserys for the first in years properly without any quarrel or resentment. "The fighting is the answer, brother. There is a petition to decide upon the succession of Driftmark."

"Petitions?" Viserys asked, bringing a hand to the bandage over the half of his face. He slowly rubbed at the skir underneath, "Alicent and Otto...they see all that business now."

"No, brother listen to me," Daemon said, "You are to affirm your position for Lucerys, to be Corlys Velaryon's successor-" He pressed.

Daenys grabbed his arms, signaling now is not the time.

The King slowly smiled seeing his sister yet concern filled his tone, "Has something happened to Lord Corlys?"

The door opened to reveal two handmaiden's along with Aegon, Viserys, Aegor and Viseria.

"Father" Rhaenyra said to Viserys softly, "There is someone we wish to introduce you to,"

As Rhaenyra goes to grab the children, Viserys pants in exhaustion and pain, seeing Daemon and Daenys he acknowledged them.

"Daemon... Daenys"

"Brother," Daemon said, while Daenys held back her tears.

'Who is that?" Viserys asked as Rhaenyra got ahold of the little Prince who giggled happily.

Daenys grabbed Aegor wrapped in a soft bundle, from the handmaiden, placing a kiss on his small forehead.

"Father.. this is Aegon," Rhaenyra said proudly, "And this.. is Viserys"

"Ah, Viserys.. " he said happily, his eyes filled with life for the first time in years carefully touching the baby. "Now that is a name fit for a King."

His eyes fell on his sister, "Daenys... who is that?"

"This is Aegor" Daenys managed a weak smile not wanting to cry at his appearance, "And-"

"And is this Viseria," Daemon said cradling the Princess in his arms.

"Look at you, a mother now" Viserys chuckled, but suddenly he started to feel pain making the children panic. Daemon handed the baby princess to the handmaiden, when she started crying hearing her older brothers.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." he said apologetically in a breathless tone, "Please. My tea, My tea."

"What tea?" This?" Daemon gestured to the cup at his beside the table.

"Yes. Yes." Viserys cried.

Daemon handed his brother the cup making him sigh in relief after taking a big gulp. Daemon took the cup back and smelled it as he gave his wives a suspicious look.

🥀

Daemon decided to take a seat while Daenys sat on his lap, his arm was wrapped warmly around her waist. They watched Rhaenyra pace back and forth in the room.

"He looked like a diferent person," Rhaenyra commented her face willed with trouble. "I believe that we should also consult Maester Geraadys. Perhaps if he could see the King he'd suggest a different --" Rhaenyra extends her hand and Daemon grabs it gently.

But before anyone could comment the doors opened and Alicent Hightower walked in with her head tall wearing a dark green dress with a seven-pointed star adorning her chest.

"Princess Rhaenyra." Alicent looked at Rhaenyra then finally settled on the other two and paused momentarily to catch her breath when she caught sight of the purple-eyed Targaryen sitting on her husband, without any shame.

"Princess Daenys, Prince Daemon. It has been so long since we were granted the joy of your presence."

Alicent's eyes fell on the faded scar on Rhaenyra's arm which she covered and then on Daenys, she could see a faint scar hidden behind the necklace.

Daemon glared at the Queen and pulled Daenys closer.

"Indeed it has been, Alicent," Daenys said, refusing to address her as the Queen.

'Though not long enough to merit a greeting upon our arrival," Daemon commented.

"I'm sure the Queen had pressing business, my love," Rhaenyra said to Daemon.

Daenys placed a hand on her stomach to ease her anxiousness. Rhaenyra gladly took hold of her aunt's hand in hers and lifted it to kiss the back of her hand before setting it back on her round stomach.

"Yes, what can either of us know about ruling a kingdom?" Daenys said bitterly.

"I do not rule, as you know. My father and I are merely stewards of the King's will and wisdom-"

"And how exactly is what wisdom expressed...hmm in blinks and wheezes? I'm surprised he could remember his own name." Daemon cocked his head to the side looking at Alicent, hatefully.

"King Visery's condition has worsened since you last saw him. He deals with a considerable amount of pain. The maesters-"

"Ah the Maesters," Rhaenyra chuckled lightly, walking over to Alicent,"It is they who keep him abled on the milk of the poppy, while the Hightowers warm his throne"

"Rhaenyra, if you would see him without it. Almost blind with suffering-" Alicent said with a slight tone of distress.

Daemon interrupts her"Alicent, I have no doubt it was...an act of purest mercy," He gently tapped Daenys's thigh and she gets up from his lap, then he walks over to Alicent, "but tell me, for the King's suffering did the maesters also prescribe the removal of Targaryen heraldry and the installation of its stead of various statues and stars?"

"The emblems of the Seven serve only to guide us on an uncertain path," Alicent said more sharply taking a bit of defense, "to remind us of a higher authority"

"What an insult to the Valyrian lineage! Thank the gods, my forefathers are not here to witness this" Daenys rolled her eyes.

Alicent flinched at her words making Daemon chuckle.

"And on the morrow, which authority will sit in judgment of my son's claim to his own inheritance?" Rhaenyra asked.

"That would be mine .. . and the Hand's" Alicent said.

Daenys huffed annoyed.

"But be assured, the Father is just and commands me to forget the accusations you have held in this room today." Alicent said and left the room.

"Cunt," Daenys commented making Daemon and Rhaenyra laugh.

🥀

Daemon was playing with Princess Viseria and Daenys was nursing Prince Aegor. Rhaena watched over Aegon, Viserys and Joffrey playing with their wooden toys while Jacaerys tried to cheer Lucerys up over something.

Rhaenyra walks in the chamber to her family, "Children, why don't you all start heading out? I need to speak to your mother and father"

Once the kids left it was just the three dragons.

Daenys carefully placed Aegor on the bed, sleeping peacefully, drunk on milk and walks over to her wife.

"Everything will go alright," Daenys said pulling her into a kiss, " Have you talked to Rhaenys?" She asked.

"She despises me." Rhaenyra huffed.

"Yes, but she hates Vaemond more. I wish you didn't have to be there," Daenys said, enveloping her into a hug "You should be resting, this stress isn't good for the babe."

Daenys pulls away not before kissing her lips again, Daemon joins them kissing Daenys passionately and placing a kiss on Rhaenyra's forehead.

"You both are so good to me." Rhaenyra stared at them with love in her eyes. How did she get so lucky?

"It's because I love you. And we care about you"

Daenys took her hand, and this time kissed the back of her hand, "Now let us not keep everyone waiting."

A/N: Will try to give you'll one more chapter today😭

[milkspinach]

What if Aemon never died

Was thinking about Baela and Jace, then it made me think about what if Aemon never got shot in the neck and became the king of the 7 kingdoms. Here is a vaguely put together AU and my headcannons

-Before his death Jaehaerys urges Aemon to have more kids with Jocelyn so he can have a true heir (he rescues to accept the Rhaenys can be queen)

-Aemon and Jocely definitely have more kids probably 2 a girl and boy

-When Jaehaerys dies and Aemon becomes king he names Rhaenys princess of dragon of stone and keeps her close by his side

-Rhaenys is still married to Corlys and gives birth the Leanor and Laena,

-Laenor will become to the next lord of the tides and Laena will become queen after Rhaenys

-Viserys still marries Aemma and they have Rhaenyra but since he isn’t King there isn’t any need for him to have more kids and continue to make Amma suffer through child birth

-Rhaenya marries Harwin and they become the Lord and Lady of House Strong Jace, Luke, Joffrey are all born as strongs

-Daemon doesn’t have Caraxes in this version, so when his grandmother ships him off to Runestone he stays there even though he hates it

-Daemon tries to claim Vermithor after Jaehaerys death but he gets burned after the attempt

-Laena’s marriage is arranged by Aemon as a political alliance to finally bring Dorne into the fold and be apart of the seven kingdoms

-In return one of Laena’s daughters will be sent to Dorne as a ward with a dragon egg

-Years pass and Rhaenys will take the throne after her father of course her rule will be qesurion but with House Targaryen at the height of its power and the crown having multiple grown dragons no one tries to rebel

-this might be controversial but in this version I don’t think Baela has moondancer instead she will claim silver wing, claiming the dragon of the beloved good queen Alysanne makes her a darling of realm and she revives the title of the realm’s delight

-Rhaena will hatch morning in her crib and her the dragon will grow together

That’s all I have thought out for this AU it was mostly thought of on a whim but I feel like it could be flushed out more

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[hawkdisaster]

Erasing Nettles from the show was a fucking mistake - another one of the writers, but is that really surprising ? - but an easy one to fix. Show me Rhaena unable to claim Sheepstealer because he's already claimed by Nettles. Show me Rhaena meeting her. Show me the relationship between Nettles and Daemon. Show me Rhaenya being not so fucking perfect and boring. Give me something way more interesting for Team Black that the things we had in season 2.

[blankfairy]

Ok but like I’m kinda curious so see how you think Kaleb x Alyx would interact👀

YES okay so i did talk about them before here! But their strenuous dynamic is fun to think about…

Point blank, Alyx never wanted to be married. She knew it was expected of her, but she thought she had two options: Daemon Targaryen, who she was once betrothed to; even as a teenager she didn't see him for the "dashing rogue" he was, rather, the man she could mold him to be — the proximity to the throne he'd bring. When that didn't work, she expected to marry her brother, Albyn, as was closer to Vesgar/Valyrian tradition (don't ask me how they'd get away with it even though they're not Targs, I'm working that out), but he eventually went off to join the Citadel, so that was out of the question. She never liked the idea of being a wife, she never liked the idea of being a mother. Her father, Ozwell, didn't respect that, but he also held on to the hope that one day Daemon's wife might die, or Albyn would return from Oldtown. Willful as she is, I'm not sure he could have done much about her refusal anyways.

Let's say, though, maybe he does do something. After years in King's Landing and no prospect despite being lady-in-waiting to Queen Aemma, he decides she'll marry Kaleb — the handsome heir to a powerful Northern house, headstrong like her. Perhaps the two of them depart for Chimera's Nest shortly after Aemma's death and Kaleb's attempted proposal to Alicent. They're married under under the Vesgar's weirwood, a spindly, sickly thing that climbs the side of Arlior Anogrion like a vein. At this point I'm sure Alyx has been cordial to Kaleb, if not a bit cold, and Kaleb probably thinks, despite being in arranged marriage, they'll be fine, right? He's got his charms. He's still got time to win her over, or, at least they can be friends.

Let's say it starts off that way. Alyx is displeased but she has no reason to be cruel. That's asking for trouble. She's heard of Rhaena Targaryen's dear departed husband, Lord Farman, and has no interest in making any enemies. But… I also don't think she's in any hurry to be producing heirs, either. She might entirely disregard her marriage bed, actually. And Kaleb doesn't strike me as the kind of guy to be… pushy about it. I think they go north to Raven's Keep at least once after marriage, but Alyx is rather fond of home, and since childhood has been taught to lead her house as ruling lady rather than manage it as a wife. It'd be neat if they went and lived in King's Landing for a bit for… reasons …

… Alicent and Rhaenyra, of course. LMAO. I know your wife doesn't want to be married to you nor does she want to lie with you, Kaleb, but having three bastards with a princess and the queen?

(insert you got a big storm coming)

I think. He's smart enough not to tell Alyx. But I also think Alyx is smart enough to figure out the timing. Even if she's alone in Chimera's Nest, she hears that Rhaenya's given birth to twins in Raven's Keep, and they're suspiciously pale, and… I'm nerfing Alyx for this hypothetical situation because I genuinely think otherwise she might poison or otherwise kill Kaleb. She turns her back on him, though. And when he returns to the Nest, Alyx tells him she's found an heir - Samsa - and if he wants one of his own he's welcome to choose from his brood of bastards. He's not welcome there anymore. I don't think he'd be too upset about it.

I'm not really sure where they'd go from there… Together for public appearances, maybe, or perhaps Alyx is just so pissed that she decides to humilate him by never being around him anymore. They might be able to find a way to get divorced, especially if they never slept together, after Alyx's father dies, which is the best case scenario for everyone. If not, well… ¯_(ツ)_/¯ What do you think?

I trust in Kaleb's charms, I swear 😭 But Alyx is unswoonable, and, with the Finn ask from forever ago, Kaleb just isn't his type. I was going to make a moodboard for them to go with this (I still might) but it's just about bedtime so we'll have to go without D: This was fun to think about, thanks for sending in the ask!! If you have any corrections or suggestions pls do tell…

[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)

[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

[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.

[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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[notenoughmuses]

@brazenbaela

The news of his half-sister and their second cousin's arrival to Court was unexpected to say the least. It had been about three years since the events at Leana's funeral with the children and Viserys had decided that the family needed fixing and the only way to do this was by securing marriages inside the family once again, ravens had been sent through the last year and arrangements had been set finally. This time his son to wed his brother and second cousins daughter, Baela. While his youngest daughter would marry his eldest daughter and second cousin's son, Jace. Viserys had made it clear that the line of succession was still to be Rhaenyra and her children then Aegon and so forth.

Aegon had been dreading this day. The arrival of those he hadn't seen since his brother had been attacked, all for claiming a dragon that had lost it's rider. Whose to say that Vhagar would have accepted either Baela or Rhaenya. Surely it would have stung more if they had failed and then Aemond had claimed the old dragon. "Be on your best behaviour. Smile. Be polite. Be charming. Heleana seems happy for her prospect, you too should be happy. Baela is a beautiful young woman." Alicent told Aegon as they waited for the other members of their family.

Aegon nodded his head with what his mother said, his purple hued eyes scanning the horizon for the familiar shape of dragons. Once they were spotted, Aegon retreated back into the keep, going to the Great Hall to meet with everyone, putting on a happy and charming face.

"Good afternoon, sister. Uncle Daemon. Prince Jacaerys. Prince Lucaerys, Prince Joffery. Lady Baela, Lady Rhaena." Aegon greeted each one as they entered his home. He knew one day he would have to leave. That Rhaenyra and her family would be on the throne and he, well, he might be given Summerhall if he was lucky.

[caradecema]

Under The Dragons Wing// HOTD

PART 4

Summary: Viserra Targaryen, the granddaughter of former Princess Saera Targaryen, begins experiencing prophetic visions of House Targaryen's downfall.

With Silverwing as her dragon, she warns Rhaenya and Daemon of the impending chaos. Traveling to King's Landing, she infiltrates the Greens' ranks, spreading rumors and sowing discord among their allies.

Viserra manipulates key players like Tyland Lannister, Otto Hightower, and even Alicent's children, ensuring they are divided. Secretly rallying support for Rhaenyra, she surrounds the Greens with powerful armies before King Viserys's death. As Rhaenyra takes the throne, Viserra's schemes secure a fragile victory, though the Dance of Dragons looms ahead.

(Oc x IDK)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

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1's Moon Of 129

The late afternoon sun streamed through the windows of Rhaenyra's private chambers, casting a warm glow over the tea table where Viserra sat with Baela and Rhaena. The scent of honey and lavender drifted through the air, mingling with the quiet hum of conversation.

Rhaena sat curled in her chair, hands wrapped around her cup, her expression subdued. Viserra watched her for a moment before setting her own cup down with a soft clink.

"You mustn't worry," she said, her voice light yet certain. "Some things are meant to be. You will have a dragon of your own soon."

Rhaena's eyes flickered up to meet hers, searching, hopeful—but Viserra said no more, letting the weight of her words settle between them.

The door creaked open, and Jace and Luke entered, the latter grinning as he plopped unceremoniously into a chair. Jace, ever the proper one, shot him a look before sitting down more gracefully.

"You should both be spending more time with the sons of the lords who reside in the Keep," Viserra told them, idly swirling the tea in her cup. "They will be valuable to you in the days to come."

Jace straightened at that, nodding in understanding, while Luke merely wrinkled his nose. "They're all boring."

Viserra smirked. "Perhaps. But boring men have their uses."

Baela, growing restless with talk of politics, leaned forward. "Father promised me that once I master the sword, he will allow me to train with Dark Sister," she said, her voice laced with excitement.

Jace's brows lifted. "Truly?"

Baela nodded, her confidence unwavering. "He said I must prove myself first, but I will."

Luke grinned. "I want to see that."

"You'd best be ready to lose, cousin," Baela shot back, smirking.

The conversation turned from there, Baela and Rhaena slipping into their own discussion of training, dragons, and their father's promises. Jace and Luke listened, occasionally throwing in their own quips, the mood light and familiar.

Viserra leaned back in her chair, watching them all. Seven.

She had not meant to care for them.

She had arrived in King's Landing thinking only of herself, her grandmother, and Silverwing. The children of Rhaenyra had been little more than names to her—pieces in a larger game she had yet to decide how to play. But now... now she had grown accustomed to them. To Baela's fierce determination, to Rhaena's quiet longing. To Jace's sense of duty, Luke's endless energy. To the little ones who clung to their mother's skirts, still too young to know the world they had been born into.

She had not meant to care for them.

And yet she did.

A laugh bubbled up in her throat, sudden and unexpected.

That was when the door opened once more.

Rhaenys stood in the doorway, her gaze sweeping over them. There was something unreadable in her expression as she looked upon her granddaughters, and then—Viserra noticed—something softer when her eyes landed on Jace and Luke.

Not warmth. Not affection.

But not anger, either.

Viserra tilted her head, watching closely.

Perhaps not all things were set in stone.

Later that night, the air in Rhaenyra's private solar was heavy with candle smoke and unspoken thoughts. The weight of war lingered between them, an invisible specter in the dim light.

Viserra leaned against the table, tapping her fingers against the polished wood. "I will begin my part soon," she said, her voice smooth, assured. "But we do not have time to wait. You all must start your own preparations."

Daemon exhaled sharply, rolling his eyes. "I've already begun." Viserra scoffed. "Drinking and sulking in the halls does not count as preparing for war." Rhaenyra pressed her lips together, though amusement flickered in her eyes. Daemon merely smirked, shaking his head.

"You," Viserra continued, pointing at him, "must start speaking with the lords. The ones still wavering, the ones who have not yet declared. They will listen to you."

Daemon raised a brow. "And if they don't?"

Viserra grinned. "Then remind them why the sight of a dragon used to make men kneel."

She turned her gaze to Rhaenys, who had been watching quietly, arms crossed over her chest. "And you," Viserra said, "should go to Storm's End. The Baratheons are your kin. They will listen to you."

Rhaenys' expression did not change, but there was a glint of consideration in her eyes. "Borros Baratheon is not his father," she said.

"No, he is not," Viserra agreed. "He is proud, stubborn, and practical. He will not declare for anyone unless he stands to gain from it."

She let the words settle before turning her gaze to Rhaenyra. "And we all know what he truly wants."

Rhaenyra's fingers curled against the edge of the table. She knew. They all knew. Borros Baratheon had four unmarried daughters, and he wanted a match that would elevate his house.

Before Rhaenyra could speak, Viserra continued. "Joffrey is the same age as Floris Baratheon." She let that thought linger. "A betrothal would bind Storm's End to us in a way no mere promise ever could."

Rhaenys tilted her head slightly, considering. "Or I could offer him a match between one of his daughters and either Jacaerys or Lucerys."

Daemon's expression darkened. "Jace is already promised to Baela."

"Yes," Rhaenys mused, "but Borros may see more worth in a prince bound for the throne than one bound for Driftmark."

Rhaenyra inhaled sharply, clearly weighing the cost.

Viserra watched her closely. "This war will not be won by pride, Rhaenyra." Her voice was quiet but firm. "Borros will choose the side that offers him the most. If we do not make our move, the Greens will."

Silence stretched between them. Then, finally, Rhaenyra nodded.

"Very well," she said. "We will send word to Storm's End."

Viserra leaned back, satisfied. The game had begun.

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The week passed in a blur for Viserra, a carefully orchestrated dance of deception and manipulation. Each evening, she worked in the shadows, a faceless figure with one purpose: to plant the seeds of discord in Tyland Lannister's mind. By night, she was the mysterious woman in the brothel, wrapped in silks, her face veiled but her presence undeniable. By day, she walked the halls of the Red Keep, drawing his eye, offering fleeting smiles, never lingering too long but always enough to make him yearn for more.

Viserra's movements were deliberate. She had no interest in Tyland himself—he was nothing more than a tool, a means to an end. But she had learned long ago that people, particularly powerful men like Tyland, were easily manipulated by their own egos and desires. She played on that.

She had watched him—observed his habits, his routines—and by now, she knew exactly where he would be, when he would be there. Mornings were spent in the council chamber, afternoons in the courtyard surrounded by his allies, and evenings... evenings were his time to indulge. To forget. To lose himself in the haze of pleasure and distraction.

And so, it was in these moments that she found him. Each night, she appeared in the brothel, the dim light and the haze of smoke her perfect cover. She moved through the room with the grace of a shadow, her body swaying in rhythm to the music, her eyes always seeking his, always drawing him in. Tyland's gaze followed her every movement, his curiosity growing with each passing encounter. He had no idea who she truly was, no inkling of the game she was playing. She was a ghost to him—a woman who never stayed long enough to be real, yet left him aching for more.

The first night she danced before him, she did not speak. Her body was her language, and it spoke volumes. The curve of her hips, the sway of her arms, the way her eyes flickered toward him as though inviting him to uncover the mystery of her. He watched, mesmerized, leaning forward just enough to catch every subtle movement, every flick of her wrist, every glance that held just enough to stir something inside him.

The second night, she danced again—this time, closer to him. Her body moved with an almost deliberate sensuality, her veil fluttering slightly as she turned, giving him glimpses of the sharp, calculating eyes that watched him from beneath it. The air between them thickened with tension. It was as though he could almost reach out and touch her, but she was always just beyond his grasp.

And that was when she spoke.

"You are wasted in your brother's shadow, my lord."

Her voice was soft, yet it carried across the space between them, reaching his ears like a forbidden secret. Her words settled over him like a mantle he hadn't realized he was carrying, and for the first time, he considered it—what it would be like to step out of Jason's shadow, to be the one in control, the one everyone feared.

Tyland's response was slow, almost lazy. "You have a silver tongue, my lady," he murmured, his lips curling into a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Do you say this to all the men who watch you dance?"

Her laugh was soft, almost teasing. "Only the ones who deserve to hear it."

Before he could respond, she was gone, swept away into the crowd, her golden chains chiming softly as she disappeared into the shadows. Tyland sat there, still in a daze, his thoughts swirling with the taste of her words, her presence, the way she made him feel.

Night after night, she came to him, speaking to him in subtle whispers, her words like poison, sinking deep into his soul. He began to believe her. She was right, wasn't she? He was the smarter of the two Lannister twins. He was the one who saw things others didn't. He could be the one in charge—he could be the one who ruled, not Jason.

And always, she would be there, just within reach, feeding him thoughts, ideas—things he hadn't dared think before. She whispered to him about the Greens, about Rhaenyra, about how they had all underestimated him. She fed his growing resentment for his brother, his hunger for power.

"He does not see your worth," she whispered. "You could rule instead of him."

And always, her words echoed in his mind, even long after she was gone.

Her influence was subtle, insidious. Every time she spoke to him, she planted doubt in his heart. She told him what he wanted to hear, what he had always known deep down: that he was the better twin, the sharper one, the one with the potential to take control.

The wine she served him at the brothel became more than just a drink—it was a means of binding him to her, a way to loosen his resolve and make him forget the world around him. When she poured it for him, her fingers brushed against his hand, sending a jolt through his body. He never remembered how much he drank, never remembered when he drifted off to sleep. But always, when he awoke, the scent of her lingered in the air—cinnamon, sandalwood, something cool and foreign—and the echo of her laughter was still in his mind.

In the light of day, she moved like a shadow, always near him but never too close. She was there in the gardens when he took his walks, in the hallways when he passed by. She never said anything to him—only smiled, only offered that knowing glance, always just enough to unsettle him. Always enough to remind him of the game he was playing.

And Aegon—Aegon was watching. Viserra knew that too. She could see it in his eyes when he saw her pass Tyland in the halls. The way his gaze darkened, the way his frown deepened. Aegon did not like it, and that made it all the more satisfying.

Viserra did not care.

Her plan was moving along just as it should. Tyland Lannister was a pawn, but the game had just begun. The first piece had fallen into place. Now, she would move the others. One by one.

And when the time came, the Greens and the man she would use would all fall, too.

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Viserra had long known the power of absence. She had learned early in life that sometimes, leaving a person to wonder was far more effective than any direct confrontation. And so, after a week of playing her part in Tyland Lannister's life, she disappeared. She left the brothel, vanishing as quietly as a shadow, knowing full well how it would unsettle him.

During her walks through King's Landing, she noticed the subtle changes in his behavior. His usual confidence was gone, replaced by a restlessness in his eyes. Tyland searched the crowds, his gaze darting to every corner as though expecting to find her. The unease in his expression was unmistakable—she had planted a seed, and now it was beginning to grow.

The past week had been spent not in the shadows of the brothel, but in the streets of the city itself. Viserra watched the plays performed in the crowded squares, each one a sharp, biting mockery of her family. The performances of the royal family's fall from grace were too numerous to count—each one showing Rhaenyra as a reckless, scheming woman whose ambition had caused the kingdom's ruin. The mockery of her bloodline burned beneath her skin, but it was also a gift. The city's whispers were fertile ground, and Viserra was determined to use them to her advantage.

She began seeking out musicians—those who played in dark corners of taverns and along the alleys where whispers took root. Gold was an easy currency, and she pressed it into their hands with a promise: write songs. Songs that would carry a certain tale, one that painted a vivid picture of a Green Queen, one who had entered the King's bedchamber the night his queen had died, while Aemma's blood was still fresh on the sheets.

The song quickly became a quiet, haunting anthem. A green queen who rose from the ashes of death and tragedy, who took the King's bed before the body of his wife had even cooled. The scandalous imagery was designed to linger in the minds of those who heard it, a song that would take root in the city's memory.

She didn't stop there. Viserra turned her attention to the women of Silk Street, the whores who always knew the pulse of the city. She paid them generously to dress in green—House Hightower's colors—and to wear the Seven-Pointed Star at their throats. The symbolism was deliberate: these women became living representations of the rumors swirling around the royal family, spreading the story like a contagion.

It was a carefully crafted plan, one that was meant to entangle the minds of King's Landing in a web of suspicion and mockery. The streets were filled with the sound of the song, and each performance—whether on a street corner or in a brothel—sowed another seed of doubt.

By the time Viserra returned to the Red Keep, the game was already well underway. She walked into the hall to find Daemon chuckling to himself, Rhaenyra and Rhaenys exchanging amused glances. The air was thick with something she couldn't quite place—an energy that radiated from the two women.

Viserra arched an eyebrow. "What's going on?" she asked, her tone cool and curious.

Rhaenyra, still wiping a tear from the corner of her eye, grinned. "Oh, you've missed it. A meeting was held today with the Queen."

Daemon leaned back in his chair, clearly entertained. "Alicent looked like she had spent the entire morning crying. I've never seen her so... undone."

Viserra's lips curled into a knowing smile. "The song?"

Rhaenys nodded, her expression one of dry amusement. "The song, the whores, the whispers. The city is alive with it. Alicent walked into the meeting with red eyes, and Otto Hightower looked like he was about to strangle someone."

Viserra allowed herself a soft chuckle. "I'm sure it was a delightful meeting."

Daemon's grin widened. "Oh, she'll be hearing it for a long time."

Outside, the sound of the song continued to weave its way through the streets, a subtle hum that seemed to infect the very air of King's Landing. The rumors, the mockery, the whispers—everything was falling into place.

Meanwhile, across the city, Aegon stumbled drunkenly into a brothel on Silk Street. He was, as usual, half-drunk and expecting a familiar comfort—one of the whores who would greet him with eager smiles and a knowing look. But as he walked inside, something felt off. The room was filled with women dressed in green—the unmistakable shade of House Hightower.

He blinked in confusion, his mind struggling to make sense of the sight. "The fuck is this?" he muttered under his breath.

A woman, one he recognized but barely remembered, stepped toward him, her fingers brushing against his chest in a slow, deliberate motion. "What troubles you, my prince?"

Aegon waved a hand vaguely around the room, still trying to make sense of it. "Why are you all dressed like my mother?"

The woman giggled softly, leaning in closer. "Oh, sweet prince, we only seek to honor our beloved Queen."

Aegon frowned, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Honor the Queen? What are you talking about?"

The woman smiled enigmatically and whispered, "The Mother teaches us to comfort those in grief."

It was then that Aegon heard the faint sound of a song, drifting through the open windows of the brothel, its words strange and unsettling.

"Oh, the Green Queen, so gentle, so fair,

To the grieving king, she climbed the stair—"

Aegon's eyes widened, and he stumbled back, groaning in disbelief. "What the fuck is happening?"

The women around him only laughed, and as he turned to leave, the song followed him into the streets, echoing through King's Landing as though the city itself was mocking him.

Aegon shook his head, his mind still foggy from the drink. He stumbled back toward the Red Keep, the melody lingering in his ears, its words haunting him even as he tried to push them away.

By the time he reached the Keep, the city was alive with the song. The rumors were no longer whispers; they were a roar. And Viserra, watching from the safety of the castle walls, knew that she had only just begun.

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The gardens of the Red Keep were unusually peaceful that afternoon, bathed in the golden hues of the autumn sun. The scent of freshly cut flowers lingered in the air, mingling with the crisp bite of the approaching evening. Viserra strolled leisurely along the stone path, her silken skirts brushing against the dewy grass. The quiet hum of birdsong and distant courtly chatter reached her ears, blending seamlessly with the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze.

Then she spotted them—Rhaenyra and Rhaenys seated beneath a shaded pavilion, surrounded by a small gathering of noblewomen. The high ladies of court, adorned in rich velvets and delicate embroidery, sipped from fine porcelain cups as servants moved with silent efficiency, refilling their tea and offering plates of candied fruits and honeyed almonds.

Viserra smirked. So, she took my advice.

It pleased her to see Rhaenyra surrounded by women of influence rather than brooding in solitude. She had told her before—a queen must be seen, must weave alliances through whispered words and shared smiles, not just through war councils and battle plans. And now, at last, Rhaenyra had listened.

With unhurried grace, Viserra approached, her violet eyes gleaming with amusement as she dipped into a measured curtsy.

"Cousin," she greeted Rhaenyra, her voice smooth as honey. "Princess Rhaenys."

Rhaenyra glanced up, her lips curving slightly. "Viserra, how pleasant to see you." She gestured toward an empty seat beside her. "Come, join us."

Viserra slid into the chair with practiced ease, accepting the tea poured for her with a quiet nod of thanks. She lifted the delicate cup to her lips, allowing herself a moment to listen—to the hushed voices of the ladies, the polite laughter, the careful dance of words that was second nature to the women of court.

After a sip, she let her gaze drift back to Rhaenyra, her smirk deepening. "I must say, it is good to see you outside of your chambers. I had begun to wonder if you had taken to hiding."

A few of the noblewomen exchanged glances, their interest piqued by the teasing remark.

Rhaenyra exhaled, glancing briefly around before offering a wry smile. "The early stages of pregnancy can take a toll," she admitted, her fingers tracing the rim of her cup. "No matter how many times one endures them."

Viserra hummed in acknowledgment, though the amusement never quite left her expression. "Still, I am glad to see you reclaiming your place." She gestured subtly to the gathering around them. "A queen should always have her ladies."

Rhaenyra merely arched a brow before lifting her cup again, hiding a small smile behind its rim.

Viserra let the moment settle before shifting the conversation. She leaned back slightly, running a finger along the edge of her cup.

"I could not help but notice a rather... peculiar song being sung in the streets as of late," she mused, her tone light but deliberate. "Surely, you must have heard it?"

A brief but telling silence fell over the table.

One of the noblewomen, Lady Fell, shifted in her seat, her fingers tightening around her cup as if the very mention of the song made her uneasy. Another, Lady Staunton, flicked her gaze toward Rhaenyra and Rhaenys, curiosity flickering in her eyes, as if waiting to see how they would respond.

It was Rhaenyra who finally broke the silence, her voice smooth, though there was something sharp beneath it.

"Oh, we have heard it," she said, her lips twitching slightly. "The city seems quite taken with it."

Rhaenys exhaled, a quiet but knowing sound, her gaze flicking toward Viserra. "It appears our dear Queen Alicent has inspired the muses of King's Landing."

A ripple of soft laughter followed, though not all the women partook in it. Some exchanged uncertain glances, unwilling to openly jest about the Queen Dowager. Others remained silent, hesitant to speak of a song that had already slithered its way through the Red Keep like a whispered curse.

Viserra took another slow sip of her tea, exhaling in contentment. "Such a scandalous little tune," she mused, her voice carrying just enough amusement to seem idle. "And so... persistent. Songs have a way of staying in the mind, don't they?"

She caught the flicker of mirth in Lady Staunton's eyes, the way she barely suppressed a smirk behind her cup. In contrast, Lady Fell looked as though she wished to be anywhere else.

"Indeed," Rhaenyra said smoothly, placing her cup down with deliberate care. "They do."

Viserra tilted her head, feigning thoughtfulness. "If the songs speak the truth, then I must admit—I feel sorry for you, Rhaenyra."

Rhaenyra's gaze lifted, her brows knitting together slightly. "And why is that?"

Viserra took her time answering, letting the anticipation settle over the table like a fine mist.

Rhaenys, silent until now, let out another breath—whether amusement or disapproval, it was hard to tell. But the other women? They leaned in, eyes alight with intrigue, ears straining for more.

And just like that, Viserra had set the tone of the conversation.

The song would continue to be sung. The whispers would spread like ink in water. And whether Alicent's hands were clean or not, it no longer mattered. Doubt had been sown, and in court, doubt was a currency far more valuable than gold.

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[asongofgoldenfireandblackblood]

𝓐 𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯 𝓖𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭'𝓼 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓐𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓪𝓻𝔂 𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼:

𝓜𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓡𝓸𝔂𝓪𝓵𝓼

💛 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈-𝒫𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 𝒮𝑜𝓅𝒽 💛 - @helaenasdreamfyres Mascot: Daisy Ridley Characters: Princess Helaena, Prince Joffrey, Floris Baratheon, Gysella Blacktyde, Robin Grafton, & Alesander "Ales" Penrose Roles: Founder and Princess, Brainstorming Bestie, and Head Cheerleader

💖 𝒬𝓊𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝐼𝓋𝑜𝓇𝓎 💖 - @black-queen-rising Mascot: Anya Taylor-Joy Characters: Queen Rhaenyra, Princess Rhaena, Rodrik Greyjoy-Farman, Myranda "Minnie" Lannister, Rowena Grafton, & Daisy Penrose Roles: Founder and Queen, Aesthetics Aficionado, Master Lore-Gremlin, and Armchair-Professor of Media Analysis

🤍 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈-𝑅𝑜𝓎𝒶𝓁 𝒮𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉 🤍 - @rhaxnya Mascot: Tamsin Merchant Characters: Crown-Prince Jacaerys, Princess Rhaenya, Prince Daeron, Maris Baratheon, & Alarra Karstark Roles: Founder and Princess, Manip Magician, and Ruler of AUs

💚 𝐿𝒶𝒹𝓎-𝑜𝒻-𝐿𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝐸𝓂𝓂𝒶 💚 - @where-anne-hathawill Mascot: Winona Ryder Characters: King-Consort Daemon, Benjen Mormont, Tyshara Lannister, Davos Allyrion, Harrold "Harry" Penrose, & Marwyn Corbray Roles: Master of Bios, Editor Extraordinaire, and Faceclaim-Finder Wizard

🩷 𝐿𝒶𝒹𝓎-𝑜𝒻-𝐹𝒶𝓃𝒻𝒾𝒸𝓈 𝐹𝒶𝓋𝒾 🩷 - @favi-writes Mascot: Hannah Dodd Characters: Crown Princess Baela, Abigail "Abby" Tully, Samantha "Sam" Hightower, & Meredyth Baratheon Roles: Mistress of Moral Support, Fanfic Fanatic, and Sounding-Board in Chief

🩵 𝐿𝒶𝒹𝓎-𝒟𝑜𝓌𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝑀𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑒 🩵 - @bookwyrms-world Mascot: Dagmara Bryzek Characters: Princess Coryanne Martell, Berena Bolton, Kermit Tully, & Anya Royce Roles: Night-shift Discord Queen, Wordsmith, and Invaluable Adult in The Room

[thedaringprince]

𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍: 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑹𝑶

❛ ⠀⁄⠀ ... ⠀𝒟𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ⠀ ݁ ⠀.⠀ 𓆸 

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 : Daeron Targaryen

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗌 : The Daring Prince

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗌 : he / him

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌 : Prince, Commander of the Gold Cloaks

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ❛ ⠀⁄⠀ ... ⠀𝒫ℎ𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑦 ⠀ ݁ ⠀.⠀ 𓆸 

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩 : 107 AC , 7th moon of 17th day

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗈𝗇 : fair

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾 : tall, boxy body with a strong built

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 : 6'0

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 : common tongue and Valyrian 

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 : valyrian, crownlands

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ❛ ⠀⁄⠀ ... ⠀𝒫𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 ⠀ ݁ ⠀.⠀ 𓆸 

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌 : house targaryen, house baratheon, house hightower

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ + 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗌 : loyal, attractive, responsible, and cooperative

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ - 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗌 : picky, stubborn, sneaky, judgmental

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ❛ ⠀⁄⠀ ... ⠀ ℛ𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 ⠀ ݁ ⠀.⠀ 𓆸 

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 : Viserys I Targaryen

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 : Alicent Hightower

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 : Ellyn Baratheon

﹒ 𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 : Rhaenyra, Aegon, Aemond, Helaena, and Rhaenya

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗌𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 : none yet

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗌 : Rhaenys Targaryen

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗌 : Gwayne Hightower, Daemon Targaryen

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗌 : Baela and Rhaena Targaryen

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ❛ ⠀⁄⠀ ... ⠀𝒜𝑑𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ⠀ ݁ ⠀.⠀ 𓆸 

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 : Eve @rhaxnya

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆 : Jack Lowden

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾 : House of the Dragon

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗓𝗈𝗇𝖾 : PST 

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗌 : colette / taratellr