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Misdirected Anger
Character: Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen (HOTD)
Reader type: Gender neutral
Warnings/Notes: mentions of B&C, mentions of blood and minor bodily harm, reader is married to Rhaenyra as is daemon, but no relationship to daemon stated, mentions of past trauma and Viserys being an awful father. Cannon Targcest, reader involved Incest, Targaryen reader. Hurt & Comfort
You couldnât believe it. Every time you thought about it you felt sick. When your sister and wife, Queen Rhaenyra, had given the order for Aemondâs death you promised that to her along with her council. Daemon had presented you with his plan that he would sneak someone in to kill Aemond, promising it would only be Aemond who died.
You had agreed, too easily now you thought about it, helping him sneak out and sale off to kings landing while you distracted your wife. Usually you wouldnât trust Daemon, he was known for his temper and violence but he was your wifeâs husband and your uncle you had assumed you could.
You couldnât. The news the following council meeting made you feel sick you stared at him, his smirking smug little face as your queen denied and denied the accusation. Having known the pain of loosing oneâs child she would never have given such an order. Neither would you.
They excuse themselves to talk, the council departs all but you and Rhaenys. She watches you, the watery eyes and the far away expression and she scoffs.
âYou thought you could trust him?â Its a statement that leaves her lips, as she knows the answer already.
Her expression, however, softens when she notices the blood dripping from your hands. Having dug your nails in to your palms and how you look like you might pass out. She moves to stand, guiding you up and to your chambers.
On the way a pissed off Daemon storms past pushing you aside in his temper. You call after him to no avail letting out a shaky breath when a guard informs you of the Queen summoning you. With a not so reassuring squeeze to the arm Rhaenys leaves you.
You follow the guard, the feeling of nausea rising and tears freely flowing. You feel like a child again, about to be berated for your actions by the ruler of the realm made to feel small and insignificant in the eyes of the crown.
You barely step a foot inside before shes yelling, her anger towards Daemon, only fuelled by their argument, all being directed at you. You can hardly think strait your head spins and your hearing comes and goes the noise of the room drowning out to focus on your erratic heart beat before an insult is thrown your way again.
Small. You feel it, like your back in kings landing and its your father standing in front of you. Her voice being replaced in your mind with his, he never did like you. A fact everyone well knows, Rhaenyra herself had been the one you ALWAYS ran to. At least until Daemon became more important. Yet here she was the same ice look in her eyes. The same insults.
âUseless.â âIdiotic.â âGood for nothing.â âWaste of a space.â âDisappointed.â âI hate yo-â
She stops herself on the last one, mouth hanging open as she gasps, having turned round to see your state. Knees to your chest head resting on them as you dig your nails into your skin breathing heavy.
âBaby!â She tells falling to her knees in front of you, but your already gone, shut down and deep into your own head.
Whimpers and babbles of apologies escaping you as you rock yourself, having learnt to sooth yourself from a young age, it breaks her heart knowing she caused you such great pain and she feels guilt at the jumbled words that leave your mouth next.
âDae-â *gasp* âmo-nâ *gasp* âAemondâ *whimper* âpro-omisedâ *gasp* âkillâ *breathing speeds up*
She nods scooping you into her arms, and onto her lap, her hand rubbing your back as she sways you like you would a small child. Three kisses are placed to your head as her other hands plays with your hair. Her soft voice whispering âbreathe babyâ and âIâve got you little dragonâ
Your eyes close as you grasp at her dress, head nuzzling against her neck as your breathing calms. Hiccups escaping now and then as silent tears fall against her neck.
She stands carrying you to bed laying you down softly you watch with wet eyes and droopy eyelids as she undresses you to your underclothes in an attempt to cool your warm skin down, undressing herself before climbing in bed with you.
She lays behind you, humming when you turn to lay on her chest, her hands doing back to playing with your hair and rubbing your back. She kisses your head again, her signature three kisses, her hand tracing âI Love Youâ on your back and you let your eyes clothes as she whispers apologies and praises. Promising to never treat you like that again.
You just hope this is still the case when Daemon returns.
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My Queen
Pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x GN! Targaryen Dragonseed! Bastard! Reader
Requested?: Yes/No
Summary: Throwing your life away to travel to Dragonstone was not your initial idea, nor was claiming a dragon... and getting to bond with the Queen herself.
Word count: 3.0k
Warning/s: canon-divergence, foul language, graphic descriptions of death, lmk if i missed anything!
Note: first time writing for rhaenyra! i apologize if she might be ooc, but i really enjoyed writing this and had gotten taken away i think- anw, likes, reblogs, and feedbacks are greatly appreciated! <3
GIF is not mine, credits to the owner!
Falling into the dragonâs pit was not necessarily your idea.
Nor traveling to Dragonstone for that matter.
You were but one of the many common folk in Kingâs Landing, instead of sporting the signature platinum hair of the Targaryens, you sported their rare purple eyes instead, your hair was anything but platinum, but you werenât royal, you were a bastard, often lingering gazes would be on you as you passed down the streets minding your own business.
Targaryen bastards werenât uncommon, no, but you would all get the same looks of pity and shame even if they do not voice it out loud.Â
Though you wouldnât trade it for anything as your father had raised you, saying that your mother was a wonderful woman that gave you to him, however they did not get the ending of getting to be together till death.
Two and a half decades had passed as your father had fallen ill and shortly succumbed to it due to lack of treatment in which you desperately tried to work for.
And when the time came when youâve heard rumors spreading through the streets of Rhaenyra Targaryen, the Black Queen, wishing to call upon anyone who had a form of Targaryen lineage to come to Dragonstone, especially those who were not afraid of death, those who would join were required to travel in two nights time.
It made you curious, the eldest daughter of Viserys calling upon Targaryen bastards and to be not afraid of death? You could almost chuckle as you traded your craft to a vendor on the street, until you heard she was finding those courageous enough to claim a dragon.
A fucking dragon.Â
Something in the back of your mind nagged at you to throw all caution to the wind and try your luck in the game of roulette, to either die consumed by flames, or fight for the side of the Blacks with a dragon of your own.Â
It was tempting. But last night as you peeked out your window to see people leaving their houses, of all ages, some also harboring silver hair, some not. Glancing to the knapsack you had perched upon the wall, filled with necessities you had prepared if you ever grew tired of Kingâs Landing, you bit the inside of your cheek.Â
The footsteps began to fade out before you cursed and slung the bag over your shoulder, putting out your fires and candles before you glanced one last time at your house, hesitating.
Your father would have always wanted greater things for you, right? Though youâre not sure if those greater things involved risking your life for a dragon of all things.Â
Slamming the door and clicking your locks shut, you quickly joined the throng of people, easily blending in as you reached past an exit out of Kingâs Landing, watching as you walked down the hill, the dawn barely breaking. A smart move leaving in the night without many eyes to bear witness.Â
Getting in the boat taking you to the ship, you gave a last glance towards Kingâs Landing, your home. Your brows knitted before you let out a breath, glancing towards the people on the ship with you, some looking uncertain, some determined, some talking and possibly sharing the bizarre notion of it all.Â
You sat alone by the front of the ship, arms resting on your knees as you sighed, shaking your head and possibly getting some sleep before you had arrived at your destination.Â
Being shaken awake, you quickly complied, standing up and being a little disoriented from the trip, before your eyes had adjusted and there, you saw the intimidating Dragonstone Island. The castle sits on top of the hill, a mountain of smoke behind it, adding to its allure.Â
The sun was up in the sky now, as you reached the shore, one by one getting out as your boots hit the white sand, moving forward as you all climbed up the steps towards the castle. Nearing it, you spot a figure up on the balcony, donned in red robes, platinum hair styled to a braid cascading down on one shoulder.Â
Your eyes met, it was Rhaenyra Targaryen, assessing the strangers she was letting into her domain. You did not think about it much, truly you were the ones surprised she had even let you come this far.Â
From then you were all inside, many knights standing guard as you were all led into a dimly lit room, and the faint deep growling rattling the walls could only mean one thingâŠ
You were growing anxious, now backtracking your decision as you glanced at everyone in the room around you, they have surely heard it as well.Â
The sound of approaching sets of footsteps pulled you from your dreaming, and there she was again, her Queensgard behind her walking down the stairs as you watched the scene unfold, another group coming from the other hall, dressed in long robes tied with red, some holding onto staff. Youâll soon catch whispers that it was the dragonkeepers.Â
Your brows furrowed as the Queen herself and one from the dragonkeepers had conversed in High Valyrian, and by the tone of it, it looked like it was at a disagreement as the man gestured to all of you waiting in the room. Â
After Rhaenyra had given her speech, most of the time her eyes always seemed to find yours as you stood at the back, and everytime it happened, there seemed to be a kindling energy within you. Perhaps it was just being in the close presence of royalty.Â
âThe dragon⊠named Vermithor, is the largest in the world after Vhagar, and⊠perhaps the most fierce,â Rhaenyra started. âHeâs called the Bronze Fury.â Another deep grumbling in the distance could be heard. âWeâll go to him now.âÂ
As she started walking, she halts, turning to face all of you again. âMay the gods bless you.âÂ
Following suit out into the hall and onto where a platform lay towards the deep cavern. The dragonpit, you all come close as Rhaenyra started to speak in High Valyrian, speaking of Vermithor.Â
There was silence, until heavy footsteps grained the tunnel, your stance tensing as you never knew what awaited your faith.Â
The deep roaring answered that. From the shadows came Vermithor, as large as she had depicted, its body partially hidden within the dark as it came to view, face scaled and horns as big shaping its head. Vermithor screeches as Rhaenyra commands the imposing creature, soon calming as she holds out her hand to palm against its snout.Â
âWho among you would be first?â She asked, voice echoing in the dark tunnel.Â
From then on, it was chaos. Vermithor flamed the first person to have gone up against him, before screams erupted, your senses jumping to overdrive as the thought of survival was paramount. This is what Rhaenyra had meant.
You dodged as the flames rained, Vermithorâs roars ringing in your ears, eyes scanning the area for some sort of cover as you saw the many knights preventing the other volunteers from being able to escape in order to live, fueling your spite.Â
It was a gruesome scene as Vermithor not only burned, yet also decided to treat the folks as his food, a manâs scream fading as Vermithor swallowed him whole, before hunting the others down, their screams haunting.Â
âFuck!â You grumbled before you dashed to survival, instead being pushed and shoved all over, you tried to steady yourself, but you had stumbled, making your heel miss the platform.Â
And thatâs where you found yourself now after these events, a flickering torch in hand, running within the tunnels in the hopes to escape the clutches of death from a dragon. You had not even known if Vermithor had been claimed or everyone had been given death, and you dared not put notice on the sharp pain in your ankle as you had sprained it from your fall.Â
Youâve lost track of time, not wondering how long or how far youâve gone off to within the large tunnel. Your legs were starting to give out from exhaustion, your breathing uneven as you stepped onto the mud, making you try to stumble, about to land on your face when your foot had finally hit the ground.
Followed by what it sounded like cracking. Looking down, there were wisps of smoke, and oddly enough, large looking eggs nestled within the cocoon you had stepped on, making you furrow your brows as your body couldnât even process the events this day had.
Up until you had heard a large grumbling behind you. Seven hells.
Steeling yourself with what little resolve you had left, you turned on your painful heel, torch in hand as you faced it.Â
The dragon began to rouse itself, your eyes widening as you tried to move, its roar echoing and making you shrink onto yourself as your body was frozen, staring up at it as it had faced you fully.Â
Its long neck moves fluidly as it stared you down, its gray scales gleaming from the cavity up in the tunnel. It was about to lunge at you.
Tired and weary, youâve begun to accept your fate.Â
Until its snout finally reached you andâ
Poked you. It sent you tumbling back against the ground with a huff, making you scramble back and try to hoist yourself back up again until it happened again, the dragonâs snout nudging against your form, knocking you down and rolling until you had your back against the wall. Its screeching even sounded amused, as if making fun of you.
However, it stopped as you had your eyes screwed shut.Â
You had fully thought you had died and gone to the Seven heavens, peeling your eyes open, your heart stopped in your chest. You watched as the dragon crooned and bowed its head toward you-
Realization had come dawning in, it chose you. A dragon had chosen you.
You did it, you had claimed a dragon. If your father wouldâve witnessed such a thing, he would have no doubt about it. He always knew you were born for greater things.Â
Due to your exhaustion, you could only laugh breathlessly, finally being able to calm down without the fear of death looming onto you.
âGet me out of here, will you?â You jokingly said, taking in deep breaths as you slowly stood up, hissing at the pain in your ankle, hesitating, but starting to limp towards the dragon as it eyed you, craning its neck, showing the apparent saddle on its back, worn and rusty. It seemed like she hadnât had a rider in a long time.Â
Before you knew it, you were on a dragonâs back, shooting out into the cavity as the grey-scaled dragon roared at feeling the breeze outside, its wings spread full as it gathered air and momentum.Â
You literally had to hold on for dear life as you began to get woozy, exclaiming in triumph as you had rounded Dragonstone.Â
Rhaenyra had been alerted of this as she ran out the balcony, watching as Silverwing screeched with its new rider on the she-dragonâs back.Â
After the scene, you had been brought down and onto your own personal chambers where you would be staying, as a Maester had been bought for you to treat your ankle, giving you milk of the poppy to numb the pain.Â
You were also given handmaidens that helped you into cleaner clothes, thanking them as you tried to refuse their service, not used to being treated as such in the span of a few hours.Â
Resting against your bed, you stared up at the ceiling, wondering where your life would lead to now, it was such a funny feeling that you would believe it if someone had told you it were nothing but a dream.Â
The door creaking as its response to being opened pulled you from your thoughts, making you glance and wonder if it's just the maester coming to check upon you, when your eyes almost popped out of its sockets to see Rhaenyra herself.Â
Sitting up right and swinging your feet off the bed, you cleared your throat. âYour grace,â You greeted, standing, though weakly as your ankle was still sore and wrapped in bandages. Rhaenyra held her hand up, motioning. âYou are hurt, stay seated.â Her voice comes in a soft tone.Â
Following as you sit back down upon your bed, Rhaenyra glides through the room, hands clasped together. It felt like being surrounded by an angel, she did certainly look like one as you were able to get a closer look every folk would want to kill for, even.Â
âYou have done a good job,â Began Rhaenyra. âTwo of you have managed to claim Vermithor and Silverwing.â You made a mental note that your dragon was named Silverwing, fitting.
âI did not think I would find my way out of it alive if I am honestly speaking, your grace.â You replied, making Rhaenyra nod in response, noticing your eyes were a deep shade of purple. âThose lives lost today are for a greater cause in the future, it would prevent further bloodshed.â She responded.Â
Taking a deep breath, you understood her point. Staring up to find her still looking at you, sending you to avert her gaze. âYour eyes are quite comely.â Rhaenyra had suddenly said, catching you both off guard.Â
An awkward silence rose, before Rhaenyra cleared her throat. âI apologize,â She said as you managed to let out a small grin, shaking your head. âNo harm done, your grace.â
This in turn made Rhaenyra smile, finding light in the situation. Clearing her throat, she shifted to a more serious expression. âAs you have claimed Silverwing, from this day forth you are to train the ways of dragonriders, learn High Valyrian, and pledge your loyalty to your Queen.âÂ
The new responsibilities you had seemed a far reach back then, but here you were now stood in front of Rhaenyra Targaryen herself, asking you to pledge your loyalty to her.Â
Carefully moving, you had bent the knee in front of her, not putting much strain on your swollen ankle as you bowed. âI pledge my fealty to you, the true Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, I offer all that I am, to aid you in your cause.âÂ
Rhaenyra looked relieved as you bent the knee for her. âStand.â She commanded, making you follow a second later, meeting her eyes again. âYou will begin at once when your ankle has healed, for now you shall rest and someone will call upon you.â
With a bow to her grace, you watched as Rhaenyra turned and left your chambers.Â
This was the beginning of a new chapter in your life.Â
As your ankle had healed, the lessons did began, with Maester Gerardys teaching you key command words in High Valyrian, practicing the phrases during the afternoons, whilst you were practicing dragonriding in the morning.Â
You had also managed to meet those able to claim House Targaryenâs dragons, Hugh who had claimed Vermithor, and Addam who had claimed Seasmoke.Â
Though it seemed like Rhaenyra had taken a liking to you in the midst of these preparations, your fiery spirit is something to always look out for as Silverwing proved to match your energy.Â
The feast she held between you and the other three as well as her son Jacaerys and her step daughter Baela. You had managed to hold a conversation with Rhaenyra well, telling her of your background as a trader in Kingâs Landing and how your father had solely raised you. Jacaerys had even begun to respect you even if he was still apprehensive in welcoming new dragonriders who were not of blood.Â
Nonetheless, Rhaenyra found herself taken by your charm and wit, even taking the time to show you around Dragonstone herself whenever she was free from council meetings, your presence a respite from the pressure she had been feeling, translating her appreciation in lingering touches and stares.
There was one time you had been flying around Dragonstone, getting to try banking left and right as you tugged on the ropes on your newly reformed saddle, when Silverwing had decided to do a barrel roll, sending you both spinning in the sky with her strong form growling in delight.Â
Rhaenyra had been watching that time, and her heart nearly leapt to her throat as you lost hold onto your saddle, her grip tightening against the stone ledge, eyes widening.
Though the sight of you pumping your fist in the air and whooping successfully had her releasing a breath she wasnât aware she had held in watching you. The spike of worry led her to assess what you had meant to her.Â
âDid you like the trick I did up there, your grace?â You casually asked as you met her, smiling and beginning to shrug off your gloves. âYou had me worried at the start, but you and Silverwing do make a great pair.â Rhaenyra replied. âIn fact, your move would make a great maneuver to dodge whatever the Greens might throw at us.âÂ
You couldnât tell if she had been joking or not, but the slight smirk on her face made you reciprocate, your stomach oddly knotting at the feeling.Â
âPerhaps I can teach you how to do so on Syrax, yet I believe the safety of our Queen is of greatest importance.â You lightly teased, feeling like you were walking on eggshells.Â
But that does make Rhaenyra laugh, cheeks flushing pink, in truth, she had begun to get fond of you, and she hummed in thought. âMy safety is of great importance, yes, but youâve proven yourself a capable dragonrider and warrior,â She gestured, as you had been taking combat lessons to the side in your free time, keeping yourself in shape as well as your skills.Â
âI would be at peace and content knowing I have you to protect and fight for me.â It was a simple phrase, yet it seemed to click at the two of you that it held something even deeper under the surface.Â
Both of you could feel it. âAnd I am honored to be one of those protecting and fighting for you, my Queen.âÂ
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When the moment started: I'm not jealous at all... My queen has needs. đ
After the scene ended: (Crying) That should have been ME!!! đđđđ
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Being Rhaenyra Targaryen's husband would include:
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Okay this is my 3rd time uploading this, because tumblr was being a whiny bitch. This turned out much longer than I expected and I'm already planning on writing more in this au. I combined book and show canon, although I kept the Velaryons as black. I also renamed some of Rhaenyra's children and gave her 1 more.
This is not team green friendly or kind to Alicent. At all. Reader is a petty bitch who adores his wife and whose love language is murdering their enemies in various secret ways.
Warnings include murder, forced infertility (Viserys), Rhaenyra and Reader scheming for the throne.
You're the oldest son of Rhaenys Targaryen and Corlys Velaryon. Greatness is in your blood.
You're proud - how can you not be? You're the oldest son of the Sea Snake and The Queen Who Never Was, the heir to High Tide and the next Lord of Driftmark. You're the second rider of Silverwing, after Queen Alysanne. You are cunning and clever - everything your parents could wish for in a son. You have a lot to be proud of.
After fighting in the Stepstones and being knighted, you emerge as one of the chief candidates for Rhaenyra's hand.
The brothel incident still happens in this au and Rhaenyra still sleeps with Criston.
When your betrothal is announced, you both agree to do your duty. And although you aren't Daemon or Criston, you are still handsome and a warrior. Doing her duty will not be difficult for Rhaenyra.
You quickly fall in love, much to both your surprise. Rhaenyra falls first, your loyalty and ferocity in defending her sneaks past her defences.
You fall harder, her wit and hidden darkness, the type that matches yours, pulls you in. Her soul speaks to yours and feels familiar on some level.
By the time Jacaerys is born, you're incredibly happy and in love with each other.
Your darling boy is quickly followed by Lucerys, Baelon, Aegon, Gaemon and eventually (after a few years) your twin daughters Visenya and Aemma.
Your royal apartments are rarely quiet because of your children. They adore their mother's hugs, love to hang off your shoulders and follow you both around the Red Keep like little ducklings.
Being the best dressed couple in Westeros. Rhaenyra likes it when you match and often coordinates your outfits to do so. Sometimes it's matching her dress to your doublet, other times it's more subtle like you wearing ruby beads in your locs to match the precious stones in her bodice. It makes her feel like you're on a team and she knows you feel the same way, judging from the little smirk and raised eyebrow you give her when you see her and the maids going through your wardrobes.
You and Rhaenyra love to gossip together. It mainly happens in bed after you make love. She tells you the latest rumours her ladies in waiting told her and you reveal the scandals you heard from your manservant and squires.
You encourage her to be more visible to the common folk. You know that if she has their love, then any attempts to usurp her will fail. Your little family becomes regular fixtures in King's Landing as you explore the city and restart Queen Alysanne's charitable ventures. Rhaenyra starts heading sessions for women to raise any issues.
You know it's working when you hear people talking about the Realm's Delight and the Sea Dragon and praising your efforts in improving their lives.
The sight of you both racing your dragons high in the sky is a frequent occurrence. It started as a way to unwind after the small council meetings. As your family grew, your children joined in, strapped into yours or Rhaenyra's saddles. When they grew old enough and their dragons were big enough, they followed you on theirs.
Dividing your time between Dragonstone and the Red Keep, although visits to Driftmark are also regular events.
Laenor frequently pops in to visit and spoil your children.
Corlys and Viserys both compete to be the favourite grandparent, but you and Rhaenyra know that Rhaenys is the real favourite. For the sake of peace, you won't reveal it.
Despite Daemon and Laena staying in Pentos, you keep up a regular correspondence with them. You even arrange to meet in Driftmark with your children a few years into your marriage. Your children bond quickly, while the adults watch on and tell stories.
Being married to the heir to the Iron Throne isn't easy and there are many people who would see that Rhaenyra never becomes Queen.
As her consort, you consider it your duty to make the path easier for her.
Your first victim is Criston Cole. After murdering Joffrey Lonmouth, you expect him to get punished. The news of Queen Alicent accepting him as her sworn sword leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, particularly when you have to break the news to Laenor.
Along with your pride, one of your greatest attributes is how protective you are of your loved ones. Joffrey was Laenor's lover as well as one of your good friends.
It takes a little while to plan, but one day gossip erupts about Criston being found drunk in a brothel that's particularly debauched, even by the standards of King's Landing.
You seize your chance and tell your goodfather that perception is important, that such a knight like that cannot be allowed to guard the royal family, especially the Queen. Viserys ignores Alicent's protests and Criston is gelded and sent to the Wall.
Speaking of Viserys, you know that any sons he has will be pitted against your wife.
You also know that his health isn't very good.
You decide to help him by giving him a tonic that your mother swears by, along with some lotions and creams. "Two drops of this with your morning meal every day and you'll soon feel better, Your Grace," you persuade him. "And wouldn't it be wonderful if you could meet your future grandchildren?"
Your father told you once you could sell water to a fish, such was the power of your silver tongue.
Viserys' health does improve after taking the tonic and the lotions that are massaged into his skin fix most of his pains.
However you failed to mention that the tonic and lotion both have herbs which cause infertility if used over long periods of time. Your mother only uses the tonic, and does so sparingly.
Viserys and Alicent only have Aegon and Helaena as a result of your actions.
You and Rhaenyra work hard to charm lords and ladies to support your cause.
You go on progress across the realm, flattering and courting all the noble families you meet.
It quickly becomes known that to be one of Princess Rhaenyra's ladies in waiting is a boon for attaining a fortunate marriage. In turn, you surround yourself with ambitious lords and their sons who want to advance their own interests.
It's a delicate dance, but you were taught how to make alliances by your parents, plus your charisma and ability to speak to anyone makes you one of the most popular members of the royal family.
Any attempts Alicent makes to gain allies for her son are countered by you and she can't stand you.
She tried to make Rhaenyra bring Lucerys to her when he was born, but you shut that down. "I wasn't aware that the Queen was in such poor health that she couldn't come herself to meet the newest member of our family," you say with a mocking smile. "The King is already coming to meet his grandson and I'm sure he would wish for Her Grace to join him." The sour look on the Queen's face when she finally arrives, only to find Viserys holding your baby boy, is a sight you'll remember for weeks to come.
You're Rhaenyra's greatest weapon and she despises how popular you are. You weren't supposed to be this politically adept, your children weren't supposed to be that lovely and polite and Rhaenyra was not supposed to be the heir when Viserys already has a son.
She says so to Larys Strong, who decides to do something about it without telling her.
You survive the pathetic assassination attempt because of a loyal servant.
Rhaenyra finds out what happened and she is furious. When she finds out Larys did it? He's a dead man walking.
His body is found in a secluded corridor at the bottom of the stairs. It's fairly obvious that he slipped and fell in a tragic accident - the servants had only finished cleaning and polishing those stairs the day before.
You thank your wife for avenging you with a sapphire necklace and several rounds of insatiable sex that eventually results in your son Aegon being conceived.
Unfortunately Lyonel Strong takes this as his chance to resign as Hand and return to Harrenhall, something you and your wife are unhappy about. You will miss him and his unwavering loyalty and fairness.
You miss him even more when you find out Otto Hightower is returning to King's Landing to be Viserys' Hand again.
The return of her father emboldens the Queen, although you and Rhaenyra are more than a match for them, both during the Small Council meetings (which you are Master of Ships) and outside them.
Eventually though, you decide to take care of the problem, although your wife cautions you to be careful.
A year after becoming Hand again, Otto Hightower is dead. His health had been declining for some time, even before he returned to King's Landing, but the poison you'd had your spies slip into his furniture and clothing certainly made his end quicker.
You knew he had a food taster, so you had to be careful to make it appear natural. A quiet conversation with Daemon had pointed you in the right direction.
Although it appeared to be natural, you knew that Otto's last days were a living hell. A fitting end for such a man.
With his death, you recommended Viserys make Lyonel Strong Hand again or even name Rhaenyra to be the Hand, as preparation for her future role.
His decision to name Rhaenyra as Hand is one of the only good decisions he's made.
It gives her more experience in governing the realm, particularly when he starts to become more frail.
After several years of this, she is confident in her role. She will be a magnificent Queen and you're truly honoured to be her consort.
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number 13 ; rhaenyra targaryen.
track thirteen of BROKEN MACHINE.
pairing ; rhaenyra targaryen x lannister!f!reader
synopsis ; in another life, she couldâve been with you, she was sure. a life of bliss and a life not ruled by the laws of men.
words ; 5.4k
themes ; angst, mild fluff
warnings / includes ; takes place from e3-8, rhaenyra and reader are bisexual, allusions to sex, infidelity, foul language, lots of time jumps sorry ;-; nearly two decades is crammed into this, reader is later married to jasper wylde and has his children, mentions of other hotd characters, jason lannister being annoying, not quite a happy ending cries :(
The celebration for Aegonâs second name day was in full swing. Large, lavish tents were erected, decorated with flowers and greenery of all sorts. Every which way you looked, there were tables full to the brim with cakes and pastries and cheeses, goblets of wines and platters of fruits. Outside the tents lined stalls offering roasted meats dripping with rich oils, exotic delicacies from Essos, and all sorts of extravagant animals parading for show.Â
Youâd taken to watching the blue peacocks with muted fascinationâit was the first time youâd seen birds that large. Sure, the doves at Casterly Rock grew plump and lazy, but they were no grand feat.
Your brothers, the lion twins of house Lannister, Jason and Tyland, stood by your side. They were bickering amongst themselves about who would be the first to speak to the Princess, Rhaenyra Targaryen. They werenât being too quiet about it either, loudly proclaiming that the other twin would have to wait their turn.
âToss a coin,â you boredly said, picking up a golden-green grape from a gilded tray on a nearby table and popping it into your mouth. âThough, knowing you two, youâd probably be too bull-headed to decide who gets heads and who gets tails.â
âI get heads!â both of them announced at once. They glared at each other for a moment, before Tyland propped his hands on his hips and blew out an exasperated sigh.Â
âFine. You go first. The one that goes last will be the one that she remembers, anyway,â Tyland told his twin, his Lannister pride getting the better of him. He arched an eyebrow and jutted his chin out to the Princess, whoâd just strode out of the tent.Â
You tore your eyes away from the ridiculous birds, fixing your gaze on Rhaenyra. Her hair shone a pearlescent white beneath the sunâs brilliance, nearly as bright as the golden rings she twirled about her fingers, hands clutched closely to the deep red bodice of her dress. She was a grand beauty, you surmised. It was no wonder your brothers were so desperate for her handâthough you were certain they only wanted her for the power that came with her rather than the Princess herself.Â
A smile twitched over your lips upon seeing Rhaenyra lean over the sweets, sneakily plucking a lemon slice off of one of the cakes, popping it into her mouth just as quickly as she had swiped it.
Off Jason went not a second later, content with speaking to her before his brother. In his mind, he was sure sheâd fall in love with him on the spotâhow could she consider anyone else when he could offer her anything she wanted? A handsome, strong husband, as much gold as she could yearn for, and the promise of children with golden-silver hair?
âShe doesnât look too pleased,â you murmured to Tyland, studying the way Rhaenyraâs features soured with distaste the longer Jason spoke.
The corner of his mouth tilted upwards in mild amusement, but he said nothing else. Instead, he slunk off to disappear within the tent, needing to speak to the King about urgent matters concerning Prince Daemonâs reckless endeavors.
Jason could feel his little sisterâs stare bore into the back of his neck. It made him nervous, despite his larger-than-life egoâhe itched to prove to his family that he was capable of winning the Princess over.Â
âWas your own second name day as grand as this?â he crowed, trying his best to appear nonchalant.Â
Barely sparing him a glance, Rhaenyra folded her fidgeting hands behind her back. She trained her eyes on the large bonfire situated across the field. âI honestly donât recall, and neither will Aegon.â There was a twinge of disdain in her voice, but that went largely unnoticed by Jason.
âLord Jason Lannister,â he said, bowing his head ever so slightly.
Rhaenyra half-smiled. âI gathered that from all the lions.â
Hastily, Jason chanced a look down at his apparelâhe was decked in crimson and shimmering gold and embroidered lions of all sizes. He was practically a walking banner for his house. âI donât think weâve been properly introduced.â
âYour twin serves on my fatherâs council,â Rhaenyra told him, narrowing her eyes in scrutiny.Â
Snapping his fingers, Jason beckoned for a servant to come forth and bring him a chalice of wine. âTyland is frightfully dull, gods love him. My sister finds me far more entertaining.â It wasnât a complete lieâJason would often take you riding outdoors whilst Tyland took to reading in complete silence with you. Jason merely surmised that you enjoyed your time more with him rather than his twin. He plucked a goblet off the tray and held it out for Rhaenyra to taste. âThe finest honeyed wine youâll ever try. Made in Lannisport, of course.â
He didnât catch the way Rhaenyra subtly rolled her eyes. âOf course,â she said. She took a small sip, humming mildly. It tasted like every other wine sheâd had. A part of her wondered if the sister Jason had been talking about was around. Was she in the tent, amongst the women gossiping around the Queen Alicent? Immediately, her mood soured once more.
âThe Kingswood is a fine hunting ground,â Jason started speaking again, eager to spark a flame between them. âBut the best spot is to be found at Casterly Rock. Have you been?â
âOnce,â Rhaenyra replied. âOn a tour with my mother, when I was young. Honestly canât recall much of that, either.â
With a grin, Jason kept boasting on, âThe Rock is thrice the height of the Hightower in Oldtown, taller still than the Wall in the north.â He stepped closer to her. âItâs been said that if one were to stand in the tower on a perfect day, one could see clear across the Sunset Sea.â
âMust be quite something.â
âI donât have a dragon pit, of course,â he said, voice lowering an octave, âbut I do have the means and the resources to build one.â
Arching a brow, Rhaenyra leveled her eyes with his. Amethysts against emeralds. âWhy would you need a dragon pit?â
âTo house dragons, of course,â he bluntly replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. âIâd do anything for my Queen. Or⊠my lady wife.â
There was a beat of silence. Realization and anger flooded her features all at once moments later.Â
âThank you for the wine,â she said with a stiff, polite smile, handing him the chalice. With that, she stormed off, making her way back to the tent.Â
You watched her disappear, before fixing your eyes on Jason. You wondered what in seven hells Jason had said to make her so upset. Knowing him, heâd probably soiled the mood with his ridiculous self-importance.
Inside the tent, Rhaenyra made a bee-line to her father, interrupting the conversation he was holding with Lyonel Strong and, as her rotten luck would have it, Tyland Lannister.Â
âIs that what I am to you?â she hissed. âA prize to proffer about to the great houses?â
Pursing his lips, the King calmly told his daughter, âYouâre of age, Rhaenyra. And Jason Lannister is an excellent match.â
âHeâs arrogant and self-serious!â
From behind the two, Tyland could barely hold back his victorious laugh.Â
âWell, I thought you might have that in common,â Viserys said. Rhaenyra recoiled with a scowl at his words, as if sheâd been struck. âSince you came of age, Iâve been slowly drowning in a lake parchment flung from every corner of the realm. Marriage proposals, all. And I have tried, oh so often, to discuss it with you! But youâve refused me at every turn!â His voice raised with frustration. Several curious heads turned to see what the commotion was.
Baring her teeth, Rhaenyra insisted, âThat is because I do not wish to get married!â
âEven I do not exist above tradition and duty, Rhaenyra!â the King yelled.
Rhaenyra hotly spewed out a protest, but was quickly cut off by Otto Hightower. The two were reeled back in from their argument, noticing everybodyâs prying eyes on them.
âYou must marry,â said Viserys to Rhaenyra. And that was that.Â
He turned to Otto, asking what it was he needed to say, effectively dismissing Rhaenyra. The Princess angrily pushed her way out of the tent, the heels of her boots scuffing deep into the dirt once she exited.
âWhat do you think has got her knickers all twisted?â Jason asked, taking a large bite into a sizzling skewer of meat. The two of you watched as Rhaenyra made her way to the tethered horses beside the tent.Â
You shook your head, exasperated. âYouâre such a fool, Jason. You know nothing about women. Did you even try to ask if she wanted to marry you, instead of presuming it to be so?â Before he could respond, you were already walking off, leaving your indignant older brother in your wake. You stopped by the sweet desserts on one of the long tables, picking up a delicate slice of lemon cake.
A coil of nervousness sat within the pits of your stomach as you approached the Princess. You were near the same age as Rhaenyra, if not just a few moons younger. If it were anyone else, you wouldâve easily made friends without hesitation. But this was the Princessâshe was royalty.
And it didnât quite help that she was so beautiful.
âIâm sorry about him,â you said, pulling Rhaenyraâs attention away from the horses, to you. She spun the golden rings about her fingers in quick motions. She studied your face first, before darting down to the simple dark dress you were wearing, detailed with yellow embroidery. It took her a moment to realize that you were Jason and Tylandâs sisterâyou shared many physical similarities with your brothers, though Rhaenyra had to admit that you were far prettier than they were. âJason is an imbecile. He thinks his own cock should be gilded with gold.â
Your words made Rhaenyra smile, the corner of her eyes crinkling as she laughed. A strange sort of pride festered within your chest.
âI take it the Lannister twins are your brothers?â
âUnfortunately, Princess.â
She hummed in amusement. Her eyes flickered to the cake you were holding.
âWould you, uhmââ You cleared your throat, a nervous flush creeping up your neck, spilling over the skin of your cheeks. âWould you like the lemon slice? I saw you nick one off before my brother came to you. I⊠I usually find it a bit too sour for my taste. Would be a waste for me to toss it away.âÂ
After a moment of consideration, she nodded, and you held it out for her to take. She murmured a sound of content at the tart sourness, before shooting you a small smile.
âThank you.â
âOf course.â She fiddled with her rings as you absent-mindedly tugged at a loose thread on your dress. âI understand how you feel. I mean, obviously not as much pressure as you, Iâm sure, but⊠my father wants to marry me off as soon as possible.â
Rhaenyraâs features softened ever so slightly. âItâs terrible. Fathers forcing us into marriages we donât want. If I was born a man, none of this would be a problem.â
You turned your head to glance over at Jason, who had already moved on to flirting with other ladies of the court. âIâm glad I was not born a man. Or else, Iâd be afeard of turning out like my idiot brothers.â
There it was again. Rhaenyra chortled at your words, her grin growing wider.Â
âIâm also glad youâre not like them. Youâre far easier to talk to. Much lessâŠâ
âOf a Lannister?â It was your turn to laugh. You wrinkled your nose humorously. âYes, thereâs enough lions in our castle as it is. Iâm content just being me.â
With a nod, Rhaenyra scanned her gaze along the crowd. âIt was nice meeting you, LadyâŠâ
âY/N.â
Her violet irises glimmered. âIt was nice meeting you, Lady Y/N. Thank you for the lemon. Enjoy the festivities.â
You nodded and gave her a slight curtsy, watching as she straddled one of the horses. A part of you wanted to ask where she was off to, but you wisely stayed silent, instead taking a bite of your cake. It was pleasantly sweet on your tongue, just slightly acidic with its aftertaste.Â
She gripped the horseâs reins and pressed her knees into its flank, urging it into a fast gallop. The Princess disappeared into the forest, Criston Cole shouting after her, hot on her heels.
During Rhaenyraâs tour for a husbandâa tour that her father forced her into, one that she was not at all keen onâshe made a stop at the Westerlands. Dozens upon dozens of eligible suitors lined the halls of Casterly Rock, awaiting their moment to present themselves to the Princess.
She was bored, to say the least. None of these men appealed to her.
Certainly not Jason and Tyland Lannister, whoâd been relentless in their approach ever since she stepped foot in the castle. They showered her with gifts and gold and heaps upon heaps of riches.Â
Itâd only been a few hours, and Rhaenyra found herself wondering where you were.
âLord Tyland,â she called, and the tall, blonde man perked up.
âYes, Princess?â
âWhere is your dear sister, might I ask?â
For a moment, Tyland faltered. What would the Princess want with you, of all people?Â
âSheâs usually in the library at this time of day,â he replied, miffed. âWould you like me to go fetch her?â
A touch of a smile reached Rhaenyraâs lips. âNo, itâs quite alright. Would you be so kind as to escort me to her?â
Both Jason and Tyland exchanged indiscernible looks before Tyland bowed his head and beckoned her along, down the hall. âRight this way, Princess.â
The library was a grand hall, decked with hundreds of looming oaken shelves housing many rows of old, worn books. Tyland silently led her further inside, where there was a small alcove by a window, streaming golden light within the otherwise dim library. You were curled up by the glass, soaking up the light, reading fervently through a tome of alchemic history.
At the sound of footsteps, your eyes snapped away from the yellowing pages, widening upon seeing the Princess.
âYouâre dismissed, Lord Tyland,â Rhaenyra told your brother.
Tyland opened his mouth to speak, but thought better of it. With a nod and a sharp look in your direction, he took his leave.
âPrincess Rhaenyra. Iâve heard youâre on tour,â you said, slightly breathless. With fumbling hands, you shut the book closed and put it off to the side.
She clasped her hands behind her back, watching you with both caution and intrigue. âI am. Itâs a dreadful affair.â
âIâm sorry to hear that. What brings you here, though?â
âI wanted to get away from your brothers.â
You knocked your head back and beamed as you laughed. Rhaenyra smiled then, wide and true. It was probably the first time sheâd smiled since she set off on this wretched tour.
âYou and me both, then.â With that, you stood up, smoothing out the creases in your soft crimson dress. The color certainly brought out warmth in your eyes, she thought. âCome. I can show you around the castle, if youâd like.â
âPlease,â she said, breathily. She briefly thought about the long line of suitors waiting for her. None of them seemed worth the time.Â
But you seemed worth all the time in the world.
The two of you linked arms, and you led her out of the library. It was a beautiful castle, with much to exploreâbut Rhaenyra found it hard to concentrate when all she could think about was your soft skin pressing against hers.Â
After youâd shown her the lavish halls, the marbled pathways of the gardens, and the history room full of artifacts and prized Lannister heirlooms, you finally stopped by a gilded staircase.
âUp there are my chambers. My brothers sleep on the other end of the castle. I doubt youâd want to go there.â
The two of you giggled with each other, and she leaned even closer.
âCan we go up?â
âTo my chambers?â you asked, hesitant.
For a moment, Rhaenyra feared sheâd stepped over some unsaid boundary. She liked you a lot. Perhaps more than she should, for this was only the second time sheâs met you.Â
âItâs alright if you donât want toââ
âNo!â you blurted, hands shooting out to hold hers. Your thumb brushed over her several rings. âCome. I was just surprised, was all. Nobodyâs ever really wanted to come to my room before.â
The two of you made your way up. Not once did you relinquish your hold on herâand not once did Rhaenyra pull away. Tension crackled between you, but not the hostile kind. This was⊠this was the type that kindled fire within your chest. The kind that made your breaths grow shallow and your cheeks grow heated.
Your chambers were tidy and spacious, with a four-poster bed against one wall and a gold-detailed table across the room. Several windows were open, showcasing a beautiful view of the seas, glittering hues of clementines and tangerines.
âItâs beautiful,â she said, breathless, resting her hands upon the windowsill. âNo wonder Lord Jason boasted about the view here.â
âJason would boast about anything,â you snorted, coming to stand beside her. âBut it is beautiful.â
Rhaenyra turned to look at you, finding you much closer than anticipated. She studied your featuresâthe slope of your nose, the way your lips were parted ever so slightly, the beauty mark just below your right eye.Â
âHave you ever laid with anyone, Y/N?â she asked, voice quiet yet bold.
Surprised at her question, you reared your head back with raised brows. But she only stepped closer, her nose nearly brushing yours when she leaned forward. A bout of shyness overtook you, warmth spilling over your cheeks.Â
âNo, Princess,â you whispered breathily, head tilting. She glanced down to your mouth when you nervously ran your tongue along your bottom lip.Â
A second of silence.Â
Rhaenyra took one more step, and you could feel her whole body press flush against yours. A part of you wondered if she could feel your heart thrumming loud within your ribcage. She watched you, waiting for any sign of uncomfort.
With that, she kissed you. Your noses slotted, your lips melded, and her hand cradled your face as you fisted the expensive fabrics of her dress. It was near magnetic, the way you two clicked into each other.
She tasted of lemons, you hazily registered. Of course she did.
When she finally pulled away, chest rising and falling rapidly, you found yourself chasing after her lips, eyes hooded with want.
She laughed at that, kissing your cheek once, then fluttered several over the bridge of your nose.
âWhat about the tour, Princess?â you murmured just before she captured your lips once more.
âFuck the tour,â she replied, tugging you towards your tall bed.
Her words made you laugh, overcome with giddiness. âFuck the tour,â you agreed.
A year had floated by since Rhaenyraâs tour. Much to your dismay, your father had you betrothed and wed to Jasper Wylde in a matter of a few moons. He was a handsome man, but you found very few things to speak to him about. It was clear that Jasper saw you as little else than something pretty to fuckâafter all, you were the fourth wife heâd taken. Probably wouldnât be his last, either.
There was only one positive that came out of your marriage to Lord Wylde.
You lived at the Red Keep because of your husbandâs place on the small council as the Master of Law. And that allowed you and Rhaenyra to stay close, kindling the fires of your secret romance, along with your more⊠sexual escapades.
Life in the capital was utter bliss. Save for the few times Lord Wylde bedded you, of course. Those werenât quite pleasantâmost of the time you simply shut your eyes and let him do as he pleased with you. You much preferred your time with the Princess than with your own husband.
Times such as now, for example: your arm wound with hers as the two of you strolled in the Keepâs expansive gardens. You leisurely bent down to sniff the blooming flowers, the bushes bearing assortments of roses and peonies and marigolds. Rhaenyra was complaining about her father bringing up proposals again, all huff and puff and pout.Â
âWhy are you smiling?â she queried once you shot her an amused glance. âThis is serious!â
âRhaenyra, my dearest,â you told her, grin widening as you clutched her hand all the tighter. âI care very much for your struggles, I do, but your pouting is quite funny.â
With a sigh, the Princess reached out to trace a finger along the petals of a flower. You watched her movements, your smile falling away. âI suppose you donât have to worry about it anymore. Youâve got your husband already.â
âYes,â you hummed, stepping closer so that your chest pressed flush up against her forearm. âLord Jasper is⊠tolerable. But he never pleasures me the way you do.â
Her purple irises seemed to darken in a matter of seconds, darting down to your parted lips. With that, she seized hold of you and you hurried out of the gardens, back into the castle. In your haste, you both tripped over your skirts and the many staircases, your giggles echoing over the stone walls.Â
Once the two of you had successfully snuck into Rhaenyraâs chambers without any spectators noticing, her lips immediately slanted against yours. It was an embrace of fiery passion, as your hands spidered down to her waist and yanked her closer, reaching behind to blindly undo the threads of her dress.
âYouâre getting better at this,â she murmured when you pulled her dress off in a matter of minutes, leaving her in just a thin shift. She began trailing hot kisses down your neck.
Gradually, the two of you made your way to her bed, leaving a haphazard trail of tossed-off clothing along the way.
It was a blissful evening, to say the least. But the days of wine and roses wouldnât last long, the two of you soon came to realize.Â
Later that same moon, Rhaenyra was betrothed to her second cousin, Laenor Velaryon. And, to your turmoil, you found that you were pregnant for the first time with Jasper Wyldeâs babe.
Ten years passed in a flurry, filled to the brim with many joyful ups and even more tumultuous downs.
You had your two children: your eldest, Petyr, was the spinning image of his father, with dark locks of hair and molten brown eyes. He was quiet and observant, never one to speak his mind. The youngest, Aella, was a bright and bubbly young girl, her curly hair a shade lighter than her older brotherâs, but they shared the same eyes. In short, they didnât look much like you.
That was one thing you shared in common with Rhaenyra.Â
After she was wed to Laenor, she had three sonsâeach of the boys harboring none of the traditional Valyrian physique of silver-white hair and purple irises. Instead, they bore an uncanny resemblance to Lord Harwin Strong, a man you knew Rhaenyra was seeing for quite some time. There were even instances where you joined in with them, but those were few and far in between.Â
Your children were close friends with hers, and you and Rhaenyra were happier than ever.
That was, until Laena Velaryon passed away. Which, much to Rhaenyraâs intrigued curiosity and your dismay, Daemon Targaryen was a single man once more. You were never quite fond of him, judging from his infamous reckless behavior and callous nature, only highlighted by Rhaenyraâs fond recollections of him during her childhood.Â
Eerily soon after Laenaâs death, Laenor also mysteriously passed away. Something was afoot, and you only pieced things together once Rhaenyra approached you the next day. She did not look like she was in mourning for her late husbandâin fact, she glowed more than anything.Â
âCome with me,â she whispered to you in the dead of night, gathering your hands in hers and staring straight at you. âIâm leaving for Dragonstone to be with Daemon. Weâre to be married. I want you there.â
She said your name then, all sweet and silky, as if her tongue was coated with honey.
Your lips parted. Shock, incredulity, and anger flashed across your features all at once. âRhaenyra, your husband died yesterday.â
âI know,â she said. âHeâsâŠâÂ
There was a pause.
The two of you gazed at each other. You could feel your heart starting to fracture, even though you werenât even sure what exactly was happening just yet.
âCome with me,â she repeated. âWe can be happy together in Dragonstone. Itâs a beautiful castle.â
Your eyes flitted across the hall, to the closed doors you knew led to your childrenâs chambers.Â
âMy husband wouldnât stand for it,â you told her.Â
âIâm the Princess. The heir to the Iron Throne. He wouldnât have a choice,â she stressed.
Blowing out an unconvinced scoff, you shook your head. âI have children now, Nyra. I canât afford to be as irresponsible as you are.â
The woman in front of you drew her hands away, clearly stung. âYour children would have a good life on Dragonstone. Luke has even taken an affection to Aella, my love.â
A part of your heart crumbled when she called you hers. Nonetheless, you shook your head again.
âThese are dangerous times⊠the realm is growing uneasy. I just donât think itâd be safe there for me and my children. Besides⊠a lion has no place in a den of dragons.âÂ
You chose your words carefully, but clearly, they werenât careful enough.
âI leave by daybreak. The ship will have space for you,â she murmured lowly, but she took a decisive step back.
Salt pricked the corners of your eyes. Stinging, burning, hurting. You wanted to kiss her for offering, and yet you wanted to slap her for leaving you.
âGoodbye, Princess,â you said, bowing your head.Â
Anguish colored over her features. With not another word, she turned and began to walk away, her dark dress fluttering in her wake. She left you there, heartbroken, the both of you not knowing that that was the last time youâd ever speak to each other.
Six years crawled on byâslow and dragging. Life at the Keep without Rhaenyra had proven to be rather dreary. You missed her, awfully so. Things just werenât the same without the Princessâyour lover around.
The realm was beginning to split, it was obvious by now, especially with King Viserys growing increasingly ill and rarely making an appearance outside of his chambers. Greens against blacks, supporters of Queens against supporters of Kings, Targaryens against Targaryens.Â
Personally, you fully believed that Rhaenyra should take over her role as Queen once her father passed, but your husband seemed to think differently. You would hear him mutter aloud at times, his and Otto Hightowerâs plans to put Aegon on the throne. Your brothers were none too quiet on the matter, either, both the twins boldly vocalizing their distaste to see a woman ruling the realm. A part of you wondered if they were all hatching a plan to supplant Rhaenyra during small council meetings instead of tending to actual matters of importance.
Not only that, Alicent Hightower grew more and more bitter over the years, practically ruling in her husbandâs stead alongside her father. It seemed nearly the entire capital had turned their back on their future Queen they swore fealty to.Â
You oft worried for your children and their safety, especially with the looming threat of war on the horizon. It was a messy affair, that was made clear, and you were nearly certain that none of it would end cleanly.Â
The news that Rhaenyra was coming back to the Keep to reaffirm Lucerysâ claim to Driftmark didnât delight you as you thought it would, for so many years. Instead, it made you worry even moreânothing good would come from her visit. She was a past love for you now, a woman you scarcely knew anymore. And yet your heart still ached when you thought of her. Of the life you didnât choose by remaining in the capital.
Besides, Rhaenyra wasnât here for pleasure. She wasnât here to see you. She was here for her sonâthe very son that sliced out Aemond Targaryenâs eye. Alicent would not see kindly to Luke taking over Driftmark, especially with her suspicions of his true heritage.Â
Tensions ran high in the castle, that was safe to say.
And so, that was why you brought your children to the Godswood, a place of peace and much-needed quiet. Everybody was abuzz in the castle. Murmurs and whispers and an uncomfortable weight hanging about the air. You couldnât stand any of it.
You leaned against the trunk and shut your eyes for a moment, listening to the whistling wind and the chirps of birds. Petyr quietly read a book beside you and Aella traipsed over the gnarled treeâs roots that poked up from the soft grass, giggling to herself. They were good children, you thought. They didnât deserve to see war in their lifetime.
âDo you think Lucerys remembers me?â Aella asked, her arms spread wide open as she balanced herself on a large stone. âWe were so close when we were young.â
You cracked an eye open and spared her a sweet smile. âIâm sure he does, darling.â
Sheâd always harbored affections for him, ever since they were young children. It ran through the family, you surmised.
Your mind flooded with memories of all the times you spent with Rhaenyra here. Stealing kisses beneath the shade when nobody was around, holding hands in the gardens, hurrying down the halls of the castle with linked arms. The two of you were only children then, but it was the happiest youâd ever been.
That was where Rhaenyra found you.Â
In truth, she was trying to find Princess Rhaenys to discuss the matter of betrothals, but she was glad she stumbled across you. You were just as beautiful as the day she left, Rhaenyra thought, her purple eyes curious as she watched you affectionately lean against your son. You spoke then, calling out to your daughter to be careful after she tripped over a fallen branch.
Gods, even the sound of your voice made Rhaenyraâs chest feel heavy. She ran her palms down the fabric of her black dress, over her prominent baby bump, and anxiously turned her rings about her fingers.Â
After Rhaenyra studied you a little longer, she noticed that there was a distinct sort of heartache with your expressionâone that Rhaenyra was sure she mirrored. So much of her wanted to step out of the shadows. She wanted to wrap you in her arms, kiss the beauty mark beneath your right eye, and tell you how much she missed you.
But she didnât do any of those things. The two of you hardly knew each other now. Merely two strangers that used to know each other in a different lifetime.Â
Rhaenyra could hardly swallow around the lump in her throat. Her feelings for you hadnât mellowed with time, even though sheâd convinced herself that they had during her time on Dragonstone. But seeing you right there made years of self-preservation come crashing down in an instant.Â
First loves were always the most painful.
And with an exhale that trembled much more than Rhaenyra would care to admit, she turned on her heel and took her leave, off to find Rhaenys.Â
In another life, she couldâve been with you, she was sure. A life of bliss and a life not ruled by the laws of men.Â
But this was not that life.
And Rhaenyra had come to accept that.
a/n ; thank you for reading !! i made picrews for how i pictured the lannister!reader to look like (you obviously can picture her however you want, though), along with her children, petyr & aella wylde :)
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A mother's love (Daughter!Reader x Rhaenyra Targaryen)
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Touching your forehead it was almost unbearable. The throbbing pain that pulsated around your skull. What ever infected you this morning, you had no idea. The only thing you knew was sicking it out was not an option. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath. Wanting to block out so many inputs that kept giving your brain the thrill of itâs life.
Lifting your head up, you removed your fingers from against your forehead. Suddenly noticing your brother Jace staring your way. Brows furrowed with confusion written all over him. A simple gesture of his, speaking loudly. What are you on about? You shook your head with a soft smile to indicate to him it was alright.
That nothing was plaguing you. Jace mouthed if you were sure, making you nod. A quirk of his eyebrow and a subtle step back showed you he wasnât going to bother you with it any longer. You were so caught up with communicating with your brother, you hardly noticed anyone else had taken in interest in you and your doings.
Your grandfather, the king, clearing his throat. It made you turn your head to him. Seeing how impatient he got from you and your brother disturbing the gathering. Bowing your head, you asked for forgiveness, hands folded neatly in front of you. He moved his fingers up from the iron throne he sat in with a simple nod.
Pressing your lips together, you remained silent not wanting to disturb the gathering. Across the room stood the greens. Aemond quirking his eyebrow at you. Tilting his head slightly as if observing you. Using your brows, bringing them up in a swift motion, you asked in code what his problem was.
Aemond looked briefly away, hearing the words of the king. When he looked back upon you, he brought his brows together looking pitiful. The pain in your head kept bugging you. Then there was the chill all over your body. Hot and cold at the same times. Shivering whilst drops of sweat forming underneath your hair.
King Viserys got up, as you all dropped down to bow or curtsy. All watching him leave. When he left, your family slowly followed. Aemond coming by your side. Before he could say something, Aegon commented snarky. â âLooking rather pale cousin. Trying on a new look?â â he laughed loud.
Aemond pushed his brotherâs head away. Aegon tensed his jaw ready to leave a rude comment when both your brothers came joining you. â âGot something to say Aegon?â â Jace said, placing his arm on your shoulder as you had all come to a stop. Luke standing on the other side, arms crossed, daring Aegon to even speak another word.
Aegon puffed loud, flipping his hand at Luke. Luke scoffed loud at how silly he was. â âAre you alright Y/n?â â Aemond asked wanting to touch your forehead. You slapped his hand away before he could touch it. â âIâm fine!â â you lied. â âAemond is right, are you alright Y/n? You seem a little sickâŠâ â Luke joined in, pointing it out.
You slapped his hand away as well. â âI am fine!â â you shouted out again to mark your point. Biting through the sting of pain through your body, you strutted away. â âY/n wait!â â Jace coming to run after you. â âIâm fine Jace.â â you commented over your shoulder. He took a hold of your elbow. â âYou donât look fine. You should lay down. Iâll tell mother.â
âNo!â â you pulled away rather sudden. â âIâll handle myself! Not a word to mother!â â you insisted with a glare. Jace swallowed, lowering his head as you walked away. You entered the gathering room. Your uncle Daemon quirking his eyebrow up at your late arrival. You picked up the wine, going to the table in the middle. Daemon moved a bit aside as you leaned over to pour wine in his cup. â âYou were late.â â he whispered to you. â âApologies uncle.â â you whispered back, noticing your mother look your way from across the table.
He took one observing eye upon you. Taking you by the wrist the moment you wanted to pull away, startling you. â âAre you alright Y/n?â â he asked lowly. You nodded ignoring your own sick body. â âI am fine Uncle.â â you spoke softly, moving back. You went to pour the next lordâs cup and so on. Moving to the background, you kept the wine container in your hand. Mind blanking out. Vision becoming unclear as your heartbeat went up.
Sweat staining your body in all sorts of places. No matter how strong you tried to be, it was getting too much. Having ignored your own body by continuing with your daily duties. The voice of your mother speaking faded out as your knees went weak. The wine splashed onto the stone floor, the ceramic breaking. Everyone jumped up, startled by the sound. â âY/n!â â Rhaenyra called out, picking up her dress to run over to you.
Her daughter who had fainted. Daemon was by your side soon enough. â âSheâs burning up.â â Rhaenyra stated having touched your forehead. â âLet me.â â Daemon spoke wanting to pick you up. Rhaenyra shook her head, putting a stop to him. â âNo!â â she moved her arms around you, picking you up. â âIâll take care of my daughter.â â it took her more strength to carry you, as you werenât a little girl anymore. Daemon wanted to escort her, but Rhaenyra wouldnât want it.
She carried you back to your quarters, placing you on the bed. Sitting with you on the bed, she took a deep breath. â âWhy didnât you tell me you were ill daughter of mine.â â she whispered, wrenching a cloth in the basin of water. Dapping it gently onto your forehead to cool you down.
âYour health is more important than your duties.â â she leaned forwards to give you a kiss on your head. â âiksan vaoreznuni muña.â Iâm sorry mother. Rhaenyra smiled letting her hand go down your cheek. â âdaor jorrÄelagon naejot sagon vaoreznuni ñuha jorrÄelagonâ No need to be sorry my love.
She answered in High Valeryian. Wetting your hands with the cloth, she smiled. â âI am here to take care of you Y/n.â â Rhaenyra and you hugged briefly. She staid by your side, taking care of you. Your brothers werenât allowed in as a part of you was glad. Otherwise they would only scold at you for lying about being unwell.
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Anything More - Rhaenyra Targaryen
On Dragonstone, you ask something of Rhaenyra in the hopes of assuaging your fears; but the Princess fears you ask for something she cannot give.
âYou should be in bed.â
Her voice came on a soft sea breeze, though it carried with it a coarseness that whispered of a freshly broken sleep, like a tide breaching a salty, shattered shore. When you turned from the stone arches of the open balcony to face her, Rhaenyra looked of the sea too. Her long, white-blonde hair tumbled over her bare, pale shoulders and melted into the softness of the sheets that gathered about her covered form in satin-like waves. Even from where you stood, paces between you and her, Rhaenyraâs eyes shone like sea glass and tumbled stones.
She spoke again, like a siren from the sun-kissed Summer Isles. âCome back to bed, my love.â
âIs that an order from the Princess of Dragonstone?â
âPerhaps,â Rhaenyra murmured, a soft smile pulling at the corner of her mouth.
âWho am I to refuse, then?â You asked, stepping from the mouth of the balcony and into the main chamber, shedding your worried thoughts along with your night robe.
Quickly, you found that, even if you wanted to, you couldnât refuse, not when Rhaenyra looked like that. Her expression livened as you approached, light eyes alight and pink blooming across her cheeks. Eagerly, she kicked the covers open with her bare legs, pale skin shining in the breaking dawnâs light. At the sight, your mind flashed to last night, how Rhaenyraâs legs brushed along yours, tangling and untangling.Â
Just as it did then, the dragon carved into the stone wall watched you fall into bed beside the Princess. Rhaenyra welcomed you with her outstretched arms and flushed flesh.
âIf I had my way,â she began once you settled on top of her, face resting in the crook of her neck, âwe would never leave this bed.â
You felt the words rumbling up her chest, her throat, and watched them fall so easily from her lips. It could be just that easy too, though that worried you so, how easy Rhaenyra could bend her future rule, get lost in it. âYou could, you know.â
âHmm?â
âHave it your way,â you clarified, raising a careful hand to trace the point of her chin. Rhaenyra turned he head to look at you then, her smile wider than before, sweeter even.
âWhen I am Queen, I imagine my duties will drive me from bed often. Youâll have to keep it warm in my absence. I do hope you find that a befitting station.â
âAh, yes,â you sighed, fond hand falling from Rhaenyraâs face. âRoyal Bed-Warmer.â
ââTis the most important role in the Small Council,â she teased, moving out from under you to lean over you. Her light eyes drank in your features and you watched her smile shrink into a frown. âWhat is it?â
âI-â You began to speak but a sudden ache swelled up in your chest, your throat, and numbed your lips to words. Rhaenyraâs brows furrowed in concern and a wandering hand brushed along your hairline. She leaned down and pressed searingly soft kisses in the spots traced by her fingertips. It was as if the Princess were trying to coax the words out of you.
âMy love, tell me. Please.â
Stinging behind your eyes forced the matter and your head away from Rhaenyraâs lips. When she pulled away, you found the wherewithal to speak in the space between you.
âYou will be Queen.â
âI will,â Rhaenyra murmured, âand yet you sound hateful of the notion. What would you rather I do? Shall I renounce myself? Bid my father to disinherit me, retract my claim?â
At her barrage of questions, you moved to look at the Princess once more. Rhaenyra was sat up, bare back turned to you and hands holding back her long, white hair as if the strands were doubt itself made material. She would not have it cloud her vision. Nor would she have what she assumed your worries were keep her from the Throne.
âI will not,â she said, her voice colder than you had ever heard it before. âI cannot.â
You shook your head and moved to sit up, tears slipping out of your eyes as you did. âNo, I would never- I am not asking that of you. Rhaenyra-â
âThen what?â As she asked, the Princess craned her neck, letting her gaze fall on you. Fierceness glinted in her eyes and, never having been the target of her blaze, it sent a chill down your spine.Â
Yet, she looked like that, like the powerful woman you loved. So, you reached for her anyway.
âI am scared youâll forget me,â you blurted, your hands resting on her back; her skin was hot to the touch with all the fire in her blood. âIt is selfish, I am selfish, but I want- I ask that you remember me in your bed while you are Queen. Whether you remember me now or however I am then. IâŠI am sorry.â
âNo,â Rhaenyra murmured, her tone turning tender the moment an apology fell from your lips. âI am sorry. I shouldnât have assumed you wereâŠmy love, I could never forget you. How could I when you ask for so little from me? You give, you sweet creature, come here.â
Rhaenyra took your extended hand and pulled you to her. Her lips met yours in a fervor, all warm and wandering as you tangled together once more in the morning Sun. Neither of you could ask for anything more.
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you drew stars around my scars, but now iâm bleeding [part i]
pairing: rhaenyra targaryen x hightower!fem!reader
synopsis: the reality of life at court for nobles tears two best friends, sometimes more, apart.
word count: 3.3k
a/n: basically the dance of the dragons through otto hightowerâs second daughterâs eyes. iâm trying to build a character around this y/n so this might involve some relationship building with alicent and otto. some time jumps might be different as well.
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You were one-and-ten when you swore your loyalty to Rhaenyra Targaryen.
The Godswood, red leaves all around and above you, was your favorite spot to spend time with her and your sister.
You and Rhaenyra liked to play tickle, and you always found yourself yielding to her.
Rhaenyra was a year older, small for her age but possessed great strength for her frame.
âYield! I yield!â You shouted out, your laughter dying down, as you attempted to catch your breath.
âYou canât out-tickle me,â Rhaenyra said proudly, arching her eyebrows. She had made no effort to move from you.
âI said I yield, didnât I?â You smiled.
You knew how to wield a sword, a small sword albeit, but a sword. Your father has seen you drag around a sword a knight had lain next to him while he ate supper one day. Your tiny, seven-year-old body was barely big enough compared to the weapon, yet you held it up and pointed it at the knight, whose heart was about to leap out of his chest at the likelihood of the small lady injuring herself with his belonging. You started training with Ser Harrold Westerling ever since. Your strength was superior compared to the princessâ, yet you would yield over and over if it meant seeing that bright smile upon her face.
âAnd frankly, your father would have my head if I hurt you,â you said simply and shrugged.
âYou canât hurt me, Y/N, not in a million years.â
âYouâre right, and I would hurt anyone who dares try to hurt you, badly.â You said. âIâd tackle them to the ground and stab them with my sword. No merciful death for anyone who dares to harm the princess.â
âOh, my knight in shining armor! How chivalrous of you,â Rhaenyra announced dramatically. âPerhaps you should be my sworn protector.â
âIf I could, I would,â you said, looking at your sword, which was rested against the tree, âIâd guard you with my life. Youâre my best friend.â
âAnd you mine. You and Alicent both. I canât imagine a life without you two. Itâd be so dull, so depressing.â
âThen perhaps you shall keep us with you forever, future Queen of the Seven Kingdoms,â you then got on one knee much to Rhaenyraâs bemusement, âI, Y/N of House Hightower, do hereby swear fealty to you. I pledge my sword and my life to defend yours, from this day until my last day.â
âRise, Lady Y/N Hightower, as my sworn shield,â Rhaenyra held her chin high in attempt to stay earnest, but soon broke out into giggles with you.
Under the Godsâ eye, you had made a promise, as young and callow as you were. It had been forged into place. Your heart as well as your sword was hers.
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You were two-and-ten when you realized that you had feelings for Rhaenyra Targaryen.
Tears had clouded your weary eyes as you sat, curled up on a bench in the gardens. Your little heart was beating fast after the outburst youâve just had, yanking out flowers and leaves from plants nearby and tearing them apart. Adults walked past, but they didnât dare to say anything because, though you were only a child, you were higher in station than most of them.
âY/N? Oh, Y/N, whatâs wrong?â
You felt arms wrapped around you, instantly put you at ease. You were still seething with anger, but you werenât overcome with these emotions anymore. You felt like you could kept them at bay, at her sweet voice and her warm embrace.
âAlicent,â you said, hiccuping, âwe fought, and she said that I was the spare daughter, that Father would do just fine without me.â
âOh, Y/N. Thatâs not true, look at me.â You obeyed your princess. There isnât anything you wouldnât do for her. âAlicent was wrong to say that. You know who wouldnât be fine without you? Me, Y/N. Youâve made this place so much better, with your witty charms, and your good mannersâto the point that it drives me crazy how good you are. I need you, Y/N. Iâll always need you.â
âReally?â You said.
Rhaenyra smiled, reaching up to wipe away your tears. âReally.â
This time, it was you that hugged her, but it felt more like a cling of desperation. The Princess was your only friend, even your sister would be envious, you were sure of it. Your heartbeat was fast, but it was warm with love. You were warm with love.
You never expected anything to come to your name, as the youngest child of the Hand. Certainly no lands and titlesâfor you were no manâno riches and gold either, not of your own anyway. Instead, you spent your days training with your sword, and sharpening your mind with books. You were committed to becoming the most capable person your circumstances allowed you.
But there was a lot that you didnât know about life at court. How could you? You were only a child.
You had been training with a dummy in the courtyard with Westerling, when you noticed the old knight straightening up, his armor plates rubbing against each other in metallic dissonance.
âMy Prince,â he said, bowing his head.
You looked up in awe. He stood there in all his Targaryen glory, with his long white hair, tall frame, arms folded behind his back regally, and a princely smirk. Youâve heard tales about him, how he had slain half of Kingâs Landing for various petty crimes. Youâve heard Rhaenyra talk about him too, yet none of it prepared you for the nervousness of meeting your hero.
âTraining hard, I see, Lady Y/N.â
Your mouth hung open, as you thought of what to say. But Ser Harrold had nudged you with a stern look before you could think.
âY-Yes, my Prince.â
âSpar with me,â Prince Daemon extended his hand to the weapon master for a wooden sword.
âMy Prince, sheâs not readyââ Ser Harrold attempted to intervene. Little twelve-year-old you was still in awe at the white-haired man.
âCome, now. Letâs see what youâre made of, Hightower.â
The Prince circled you, a blunt, wooden sword swirling in hand, but he looked like an apex predator nonetheless, ready to swallow you whole.
You couldnât back down, though, and embarrass your House. You were Y/N Hightower of Oldtown, daughter of Otto Hightower, the Hand of the King.
The movement came to you like muscle memory, everything Harrold taught you suddenly moving you as Daemon delivered blow after blow. You knew he was holding back, but you didnât want him to. You were strong enough to take on the Prince.
You had had him right there, with a feigned lunge forward to make him dodge and then you would knock the sword out of his hand. But Daemon was quicker, and switched his weapon to his free hand to push you to the ground. When you looked up, Daemon Targaryen would have buried his sword in your throat in a real fight.
âGood movement.â He extended a hand and pulled you up with ease. âDoes that hurt?â
He pointed at your reddened palm that has since scraped up with blood. âNo, my Prince. A scratch.â You said, puffing your chest, and hiding your wounded hand behind your back.
The Prince nodded. âWeâll make a warrior out of you yet,â He handed you his sword, then he was gone.
When you returned to your fatherâs living quarters to read, he had been there to wait for you, unlike most days. You were too giddy to pick up on his disdainful frown.
âFather!â You called happily, running towards him to bring him into a hug. âI fought Prince Daemon! I fought him in hand-to-hand combat in the courtyard!â
Your father only pulled you from himself, and examined the scratch on your hand. âDid he do this to you?â
âYes, but Father, itâs alrightââ
âYou are no longer to speak to that man, ever, do you understand? He is no good person, and he will hurt you again.â The Hand said firmly. âYou are my daughter. You are Y/N Hightower, and you ought to remember that. Daemon Targaryen is not our friend.â
You looked down at your feet, you didnât know why Father was making such a big deal of it. Injuries were bound to happen in combat, and Daemon is not a bad person.
âDo you understand, Y/N?â
âYes, Father,â you said meekly, steadying your voice so as not to show him that you were crying.
You didnât tell Rhaenyra of the incident the next time you saw her coming back from flying with Syrax, and you never did. You just stopped idolizing the Rogue Prince from then on.
âYou reek of dragon,â you teased, scrunching your nose, as she walked towards you.
âCareful,â she removed her gloves, âSyrax doesnât like people talking about how she smells.â
âTo the Godwood?â
âAlways.â
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You were three-and-ten when Rhaenyra Targaryen was named heir to the Iron Throne.
Seeing her there at the foot of the throne in all her glory, as all the lords of the Seven Kingdoms swore to defend her succession, you couldnât be prouder. No matter what happens, you knew youâd always be by her side to council her, comfort her, be her shoulder to lean on when ruling the realm gets difficult. You had sworn an oath that you meant to upheld.
Rhaenyra looked nervous though, terrified even. You could only stand aside and shoot her an encouraging smile, to which the corner of her mouth pulled up slightly.
As soon as she was released from her duties, she stuck with you and Alicent all night. Even while the handmaidens were undressing her, removing her hair updo and helping her into her nightgown, she insisted you stay with her.
It was only when the handmaidens had left, and Alicent was called to your fatherâs chambers, had Rhaenyra hesitantly asked you to stay the night.
âRhaenyra,â you said, âit is the biggest day of your life, but why do you seem so sad?â
âDo you think Iâll be a good queen?â
âOf course,â you said matter-of-factly, âyou were born for this. Youâre the blood of the dragon.â
âNo,â Rhaenyra shook her head. âDo you think Iâll be a good queen? Me. Not a Targaryen, not my fatherâs daughter, just me.â
Her questioned surprised you. You would never think someone as self-assured as her would question her own inheritance.
âRhaenyra, I know youâll be a good queen,â you said, placing your hand over hers. âYouâre what the realm needs, a resolute mind and a gentle heart. Come your time to rule, they will see that you are as fit to lead as any man.â
For the first time that night, she smiled, albeit tearfully. âI canât do this alone, Y/N. Iâll always need you by my side.â
You nodded, squeezing her hand before bringing it up to kiss it. âAlways. However long you need me with you, I will be.â
The night had come in the Red Keep, the darkness giving the princess an usual courage. She dropped your hand, and leaned over, pressing her palms on the bed. You let it happen, you didnât breathe because you had wanted this for so long. It was merely a second or two, then she pulled back.
You kissed her again, naively, your lips puckered to touch hers, and you canât remember a life before it since.
The morning light peaked through the windows when you opened your eyes. You smiled, and let out a sigh of contentment, careful not to wake the Realm's Delight in your arms as you got up. The walk back to your chambers was quicker than usual, mostly because you were giddily skipping and running for most of it. How good it was to love and be loved. It was all you cared about, and all you wanted to care about.
Two years went by, and Rhaenyra was growing into the young woman she was always meant to be. Beside her, you were also growing, as her companion, and her best friend. Your father has been bugging you about marriage, something you found no appeal in. He proposed a betrothal with House Blackwood, Crakehall, Reyne, and Lefford, but none of the prospects interested you.
âYouâre almost a woman-grown, Y/N. You must marry, as I did, as your mother did, and as did most noble person in this realm before you,â Father countered.
âWhy does Alicent not have to marry? Why does she get to stay?â
Otto Hightower held your gaze lowly, âAlicent will do her part.â
âFather, I donât wish to be married.â You said firmly. âI wish to stay here, with my family, with the Princess. Iâll be her lady-in-waiting thatâs what it takes.â
The flame flickered on his face, as he came closer to out his hands on your shoulder.
âLoyalty has always been one of your best qualities. You're like your mother in that way, that fire in your eyes is what I admire about you.â He spoke softly. âBut you need to remember who you must be loyal to. Your family, Y/N. Your family is the only people that will never abandon you, in this world of those who are ready to trample you to get what they want. And the more people we make our family, by marriage or otherwise, the more people we have to protect us.â
Your father pulled you into his arms, and pressed a kiss to your head.
On your way back to your room, your mind was clouded with thoughts. You didnât see ahead, and the person you bumped into. You looked up to find your sister, looking as if she was in a haste.
âWatch where youâre going,â she said crudely.
âYou ran into me,â you retorted, âwhere are you going anyway?â
âItâs none of your business. Thatâs bad manners, you know?â
âWhat is?â
âInserting yourself in other peopleâs affairs when it doesnât concern you,â Alicent said, âSeven Hells, Y/N, youâre not a child anymore. You need to learn to take some responsibility for yourself. If not, then for Fatherâs sake.â
Alicent has always been what your father preferred in a girl, virtuous and ladylike and obedient. She was what he wished you'd be more like. If only he could see who she really was. Some people you must tolerate, only because they're family . . .
Your sister pushed past you and hurriedly rounded the corner. You waited until there was a sizable distance between you before following her, up the stairs, through Maegor's Holdfast. She was going to the King's apartments. You ducked behind a wall, as Alicent turned around to spot any prying eyes before a Kingsguard granted her entrance into his chambers.
You feared the worse.
The next time you saw your sister, it took all of your might not to let your recent discovery dictate your behavior. It was difficult though, as your distaste for her had been present even before you knew what you knew. Rhaenyra was laying her head on Alicent's thighs as they read together in the Godswood.
"There you are. We've been looking everywhere for you," Rhaenyra rose with an excited smile; Alicent, not so much.
"I was training in the courtyard," you said.
"Don't worry about her, she's always off swinging a sword around." Your sister voiced. "That's just Y/N."
Ignoring her words, you sat down on the grass. "Where were you two?"
"In the Sept," Rhaenyra said.
"Why?" A scornful laugh unapologetically escaped you.
"We thought some prayer might do us good," Alicent replied.
"And did it?" You asked, looking at Rhaenyra incredulously. She only shrugged.
"I thought it was good for . . . releasing any emotions I've had to hold back," the Princess fumbled with her ring, the one with the Arryn falcon imprint she started wearing ever since her mother passed.
ââââ ââ
â ââââ
"You shouldn't be so hostile towards your sister, you know?"
"Why not? She's stupid, and prissy, and a hypocrite andâ" you stopped yourself before you could say more. You released the clover you had been rolling between your fingers.
Rhaenyra watched you tentatively with a soft smile. "She means well."
"I don't know why she loathes me so much. All I've ever wanted was to just . . . be her sister," you confessed lowly, "instead she treats our relationship as some sort of race. She always has to come out on top."
"I think you would benefit from telling her these things yourself."
"I'd rather drive a sword through my own heart," you rolled your eyes.
This elicited a laugh from the platinum-haired. "You love each other, I know it. A little kindness goes a long way, Y/N."
"I'd rather spend all my kindness on you," you leaned closer with a smirk and kissed Rhaenyra on the cheek.
"And I would not complain about that," she tilted your chin towards her lips, and kissed you slowly.
Your good mood was quickly snuffed out when on your way back to your chambers for the night, you thought you heard quiet cries behind the door next to yours, Alicent's.
Your sister's face was red, blemished, and blotched with tears when she looked up at you, very unlike the face she uses to present herself as a proper lady. In truth, even you yourself had never seen her like this before.
"Father wishes I be married," Alicent hiccuped through her tears.
Your worst assumptions held true, and you couldn't help but feel pity for her. You approached your sister slowly, extending your arms. She looked confused at first, but you pulled her into your arms, and her cries grew louder into your shoulder. You didn't know how you were supposed to break the news to Rhaenyra, or even if it was yours to do so.
Everyone would know, whenever the Crown Princess was angry. Syrax, as if feeling her rider's fury, would let out the most monstrous of roars, her wings brushing past the roofs and darkening the sky as the beast flies past. You needed to see her, so you waited near the Dragonpit until you heard Syrax's screech in the distance. And furious she was.
"Rhaenyra!"
She ignored you, and kept stomping away, Ser Harrold following behind her. So you insisted.
âRhaenyra, wait!â
âDid you know?â
âWhat?â
âDid you know, Y/N? Be truthful.â
ïżœïżœïżœI'd only assumed. I-Iâ" You held out a hand, but she pulled away.
"My father and my best friend," Rhaenyra smiled bitterly, tears stinging at the corner of her eyes. "And she never said anything, you never said anything."
"Rhaenyra . . ." you pleaded. "I couldn't say anything when I wasn't sure, it is treason to speculate such things."
âMen have spoken over smaller matters,â she said lowly. âYou would not speak the truth if it does not benefit you. I thought I could entrust that from you of all people. Youâre just like the rest of them.â
The truth was, deep down, you were trying to protect your sister, and maybe yourself too. You were sparing yourself and Alicent of Rhaenyraâs wrath, that now as you were seeing it, looked more like disappointment.
âDo not seek me out. I do not wish to see you anymore.â
The Princess walked away before you could utter a word of apology. In the distance, Syrax huffed and she was led back into the Dragonpit.
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Now, hear me out⊠Rhaenyra x Twin Sister!Readerđ What are your thoughts?
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LLAMA SECRETA
â Rhaenyra Targaryen + Daemon Targaryen x fem!OC [Haella Targaryen] (ft. Aegon Targaryen)
âŠÂ Sinopsis: La posibilidad de ser feliz finalmente aparece luego de insufribles años de matrimonio con Aegon, pero, ÂżsuperarĂĄ el miedo a las consecuencias?
âŠÂ Advertencias: Incesto / Poliamor / Diferencia de edad / Matrimonio arreglado / Engaño / Violencia / Angst / Confort.
âŠÂ Pedido: Si, de Wattpad.
âÂĄHaella! ÂżDĂłnde estĂĄ Aegon?
FrenĂł ante la voz de su madre y girĂł, rĂĄpidamente notando el manojo de nervios y ansiedad que era.
âDurmiendo. IntentĂ© despertarlo, pero me echĂł vociferando maldiciones âsuspirĂł profundoâ. La resaca es intensa y aĂșn no he visto a los niños, iba a ordenar que alguien se ocupara de Ă©l.
Alicent mordiĂł el interior de la mejilla izquierda y negĂł, la actitud del Targaryen siendo extremadamente decepcionante y comĂșn.
âYo lo hago, tu sigue y fijate que todos estĂ©n listos.
âEntendido.
SeparĂĄndose, la joven colocĂł una mano sobre el estĂłmago y cerrĂł los ojos aplicando distintos ejercicios de respiraciĂłn. En breve la herencia de Lucerys Velaryon sobre Marcaderiva serĂa cuestionada y todos quienes quisieran reclamar el trono estarĂan presentes, incluyendo los partidarios y representantes de cada opciĂłn. Aquello definitivamente incluĂa a Rhaenyra y Daemon, los cuales escuchĂł que llegaron al amanecer.
El simple hecho de saber que las personas que realmente amaba, con quienes hubiera deseado compartir su vida, ocupaban la Fortaleza Roja la hacĂa temblar. Eternos, tortuosos y angustiosos años pasaron desde que los vio, tanta vigilancia y embarazos impidiendo que pudiera escapar a RocadragĂłn a al menos pasar una noche con ellos. Cartas y regalos fue el Ășnico intercambio que lograron, aunque el mantenerse lejos le provocaba inmenso temor. Ser madre y la progresiĂłn de edad marcaron grandes cambios fĂsicos, ademĂĄs que al no estar junto a ambos era fĂĄcil que la olvidaran y dejaran de querer⊠¿SeguirĂan anhelando por ella una vez que la vieran?
Sacudió la cabeza y evitó arrancarse la piel alrededor de los dedos, directamente ingresando a la habitación donde sus dos hijas menores descansaban. Sonrió al verlas despiertas y desayunadas, las sirvientas vistiéndolas con finas ropas mientras jugaban con muñecos.
âBuen dĂa âsaludĂł absolutamente amorosa inclinĂĄndose en medio para abrazarlasâ. ÂżDurmieron bien?
âÂĄSi, e incluso soñamos lo mismo! ârespondieron al unĂsono, segĂșn Mellos siendo una caracterĂstica comĂșn en gemelos y gemelas
âÂżDe verdad? ÂżQuĂ© fue? âpreguntĂł genuinamente interesada, en el proceso buscando un broche de cabello a cada una.
âÂĄVolĂĄbamos!
âÂĄEn la noche!
âÂĄSobre dragones!
âÂĄContigo!
El canturreo intercalado y organizado sorprendió a todas las presentes, Haella inclinando la cabeza por el extraño panorama que planteaban.
âÂżDisfrutaron el paseo? âsiguiĂł el juego sintiendo ligera pena al ninguna de ellas poseer un dragĂłn.
âÂĄMucho! ÂĄDorado y rojo! âexclamaron, y eso le hizo fruncir el ceño al no tener razĂłn.
Inspirando y encogiendo los hombros, dio breves indicaciones a las sirvientas y partiĂł a la recamara de su hijo mayor, el cual empezaba a salir cuando llegĂł.
âBuen dĂa, ÂżcĂłmo estĂĄs? âpreguntĂł pellizcando suave su mejilla derecha.
âSe supone que es mi jornada libre, Âżpor quĂ© tengo que despertar temprano? ârefunfuño con el ceño fruncido.
âLo siento, mi amor, como prĂncipe hay responsabilidades que debes atender âinclinĂł la cabeza reconociendo la frustraciĂłnâ. En compensaciĂłn tratarĂ© que mañana tengas menos clases.
âÂżDe verdad? âinquiriĂł dubitativo, pero el semblante ya cambiaba a uno esperanzado.
Haella le guiñó un ojo y lo abrazĂł por la espalda para que caminara con ella, en calma admirando uno de los jardines internos hasta que notĂł a Joffrey pasear junto una niñera. El corazĂłn dio un vuelco y rĂĄpido buscĂł por Rhaenyra o Daemon, pero no encontrĂł a ninguno en las cercanĂas.
âVamos al salĂłn principal, nos esperan.
Sin hablar demasiado llegaron y ambos titubearon un momento por la multitud que esperaba el inicio de la audiencia. Los llegados de RocadragĂłn no estaban presentes, asĂ que con mĂĄs calma avanzĂł hacia su abuelo y hermanos.
âÂżDĂłnde estĂĄ Aegon? âpreguntĂł Otto mientras Helaena sonreĂa y saludaba al niño.
âIntentĂ© despertarlo⊠âmurmurĂł levantando la manga del vestido y enseñando rojizos rasguñosâ. Madre fue hacerlo ella misma.
Disgustado por la noticia, el Hightower asintiĂł y les dejĂł para ir con el resto del Consejo Privado.
âAsumo que te defendiste y tambiĂ©n lo golpeaste un poco, Âżverdad? âinquiriĂł Aemond inclinĂĄndose a hablarle al oĂdo.
âComo siempre âsuspirĂł cansada, y Ă©l soltĂł una corta y seca risa.
âEsperemos que llegue a tiempo.
Sin decir mĂĄs girĂł el rostro y descubriĂł que Vaemon Velaryon y Rhaenys Targaryen ya estaban allĂ. Una de las hijas de Laena se mantenĂa de pie junto a la rubia y por un segundo conectaron miradas, cortĂ©smente realizando un pequeño asentimiento.
âEstĂĄn aquĂ âdijo Helaena en alivio manteniendo ambas manos sobre los hombros de su sobrino.
Alicent y Aegon ingresaron tensos y con expresiones agrias mientras las gemelas revoloteaban igual que mariposas. Risueñas y extrovertidas, saludaron a cada persona y ganaron sonrisas ante tan encantadora actitud, el rubio siendo incapaz de sacudir la resaca e imitar un mĂnimo a las pequeñas.
âEsposa âsaludĂł al llegar e inclinarse a besarle la mano.
âEsposo ârespondiĂł indiferente al saber que madre le habĂa obligado a mostrar respecto.
Tomaron posiciĂłn y Haella se encargĂł de mantener a las jĂłvenes entretenidas junto a breves ayudas de Aemond, inevitablemente tensĂĄndose cuando Alicent murmurĂł que Rhaenyra habĂa llegado. Sumamente nerviosa mirĂł a la entrada y observĂł como toda la familia ingresaba, la mencionada estando a la cabeza junto a Daemon. Verlos le quitĂł el aliento y sintiĂł la cabeza ligera, por un momento perdiendo balance y dando un paso en falso.
âÂżQuĂ© te sucede? âpreguntĂł Aegon con cierto enfado.
âMe marea tu peste a alcohol ârespondiĂł en mismo tono, y Ă©l chasqueĂł la lengua evitando pelear.
Los niños que tanta polĂ©mica traĂan crecieron en bellos jĂłvenes, especialmente Jacaerys que mantenĂa la espalda recta y orgullosa ante cualquier mirada desdeñosa. Por su parte, el hermano del Rey usaba el cabello por los hombros y era un estilo nuevo que hasta ese entonces jamĂĄs habĂa atestiguado, Rhaenyra manteniĂ©ndose tan hermosa como la recordaba.
Acelerada y con el estĂłmago estrujado, girĂł la cabeza y prefiriĂł ver como su abuelo se sentaba en el Trono de Hierro. Cada presente lo mirĂł y oyĂł como este anunciaba que representarĂa al Rey, la pobre salud de Viserys siendo ningĂșn un secreto para quienes vivĂan en el castillo.
âDorado y rojo âmurmurĂł la menor de las niñas, y la otra asintiĂł.
Haella hizo un pequeño sonido para que mantuvieran silencio y sorprendida aguantó el aliento cuando encontró los violåceos ojos de Rhaenyra. Detuvo cualquier movimiento y la vio caminar al centro del pasillo dispuesta a comenzar la audiencia, los irises brillando al reconocerla. Quebraron conexión cuando enfrentó al Hightower, bonitos y definidos labios separåndose a decir unas pocas palabras cuando fue interrumpida.
Ante la incredulidad de cada presente, Viserys apareciĂł dispuesto a zanjar Ă©l mismo el asunto de Marcaderiva. Encorvado y absolutamente dĂ©bil avanzĂł con la Escolta Real mientras Alicent quedaba muda de la impresiĂłn y Aemond liberaba un suspiro frustrado. Haella, que de por sĂ estaba abrumada, perdiĂł aĂșn mĂĄs sentido de la realidad cuando Daemon avanzĂł y ayudĂł a su hermano llegar al trono. Le colocĂł la corona que habĂa caĂdo y al regresar aprovechĂł a analizarla, en un parpadeo logrando que rubor la dominara al elevar una ceja y darle un vistazo de arriba a abajo.
Avergonzada rompiĂł nexo y con susto notĂł que Aemond y su madre observaban. TragĂł perdiendo capacidad de funcionar normal y prefiriĂł fijarse en Aegon, el cual ignoraba los detalles y simplemente veĂa a Rhaenys tomar palabra en sĂmbolo de su esposo.
âMamĂĄ âllamĂł la mayor de las gemelas, la cual alzaba los brazos con aura suplicante.
Sintiendo pena de antemano por su cintura, Haella la tomĂł en brazos y la apoyĂł en una cadera. Con caricias suaves dejĂł que descansara la cabeza en el cuello y dormitara mientras la Targaryen anunciaba que sus nietas y nietos se hallaban comprometidos, fortaleciendo asĂ el derecho de Lucerys en Marcaderiva.
Alguien maldijo por lo bajo y apreciĂł la desganada expresiĂłn en Alicent, la cual miraba el suelo en derrota mientras Vaemond tomaba protagonismo de la situaciĂłn. El enojo y la agresividad con la que hablaba tensĂł a mĂĄs de uno, Aegon pareciendo salir del aburrimiento ante el espectĂĄculo.
âÂżTe diviertes? âpreguntĂł por lo bajo a su esposo, el cual sonriĂł.
âAmanecer tal vez no fue mala idea.
Nuevamente evitó poner los ojos en blanco y con preocupación apreció el estrés en Rhaenyra, tantas emociones definitivamente siendo perjudicial para su embarazo. Råpido buscó a Daemon y este hizo lo mismo, sin palabras compartiendo pensamiento en que el hombre definitivamente era un problema.
âÂĄEsos niños no son verdaderos Velaryon! âexclamĂł a todo pulmĂłn, el salĂłn cayendo en profundo silencioâ. Ciertamente tampoco familia mĂa.
Haella inspirĂł profundo y deseĂł estar en cualquier lugar en vez de allĂ, la asustada expresiĂłn de Lucerys incentivando el fastidio.
âEs suficiente âcontestĂł Rhaenyra tratando de finalizar la escena.
âNo verĂ© años de tradiciĂłn terminar en favor de estos⊠âdetuvo la frase y volteĂł hacia la heredera al Trono de Hierro decidiendo si continuar o no.
âDilo âanimĂł Daemon en tono bajo y amenazante.
Alicent y Otto apenas se movieron por la expectativa, de reojo notando que Helaena era la mĂĄs incomoda del grupo.
âÂĄBastardos! âgritĂł, enseguida una fina sĂĄbana de murmullos cubriĂ©ndolosâ. Bastardos engendrados por una puta âañadiĂł marcando con fuerza cada palabra, cualquier resentimiento escapando de Ă©l en ese momento.
Todos los cabellos de Haella se erizaron y detestó que sus hijos atestiguaran tal falta de respeto, entonces Viserys poniéndose de pie y desenfundando la daga que cargaba.
âTendrĂ© tu lengua por eso âanunciĂł entre respiraciones laboriosas.
Una sensación electrizante los recorrió y råpidamente abrazó mås a la niña en brazos, entonces mirando a Daemon y notando que tomaba el mango de Hermana Oscura.
âÂĄCierren los ojos! âordenĂł desesperada usando el brazo libre para hacer que voltearan.
Apenas logrĂł que se enfoquen en ella cuando la espada cortĂł la cabeza de Vaemond a la mitad, jadeos resonando mientras alrededor todos saltaban en sorpresa. Alicent tomĂł a su nieto y se asegurĂł de que no viera, la menor de las gemelas gritando y haciendo que Otto se ocupara de ella.
âPuede quedarse con la lengua âanunciĂł el Targaryen viendo los restos y el reguero de sangre.
Haella retrocediĂł y llamĂł a las niñeras para que le ayudaran a llevarse a los niños, explĂcitamente indicando que evitaran el cadĂĄver. Pasaron por detrĂĄs del publico e intentĂł consolar a los jĂłvenes, sin frenar llevĂĄndolos a su habitaciĂłn y usando todo el tiempo necesario para estabilizarlos.
Alicent llegĂł a la hora y anunciĂł que se realizarĂa una gran cena familiar segĂșn la orden de Viserys, con cariño otorgando caricias a los pequeños mientras le echaba miradas extrañas.
âÂżQuĂ© sucede? âpreguntĂł al no lograr descifrar lo que pensaba.
âDurante la audiencia Daemon y Rhaenyra no dejaban de mirarte.
âÂżEn serio? âfrunciĂł el ceño fingiendo desentenderâ. Ciertamente conectamos un par de veces, pero no notĂ© que se fijaran demasiado.
âDe joven solĂas llevarte bien con ellos âcomentĂł mientras juntaba las manos al frente.
âSucediĂł hace mucho, prĂĄcticamente son desconocidos âmantuvo la calma incluso si el corazĂłn empezaba a agitarse.
âEvita relacionarte, no traen mĂĄs que peligro y deshonra.
âPor supuesto âasintiĂł firme y solemne.
La Hightower se conformó e invitó a los niños ir a sus propias habitaciones para almorzar, bañarse y dormir hasta la hora de la reunión.
âNos vemos luego, tambiĂ©n descansa.
âCuĂdate, madre.
Quedando a solas al llevarse a todos del cuarto, suspirĂł pesado y se recostĂł procesando las emociones del dĂa. Ver a quienes amaba despuĂ©s de tanto tiempo la llenaba de un doloroso anhelo, ya que sabĂa que no podrĂa estar con ellos y de por vida vivirĂa atada a Aegon.
âSeñorita, Âżdesea comer?
BrincĂł del susto y respondiĂł afirmativo a la sirvienta al otro lado de la puerta, la cual ingresĂł con una bandeja.
âPrepara la tina, cuando termine me asearĂ©.
âExcelente âasintiĂł mientras arreglaba el escritorio y llenaba la copa de vino.
Con poco apuro se alimentĂł mientras las femeninas arreglaban la ropa que vestirĂa, al tragar añadiendo que seleccionaran un camisĂłn al tambiĂ©n aprovechar a dormir antes de la gran cena.
Apenas finalizĂł ingresĂł al agua y dejĂł que su dama de mayor confianza le lavara el cabello, ausente dejando los minutos pasar hasta que temblĂł por el frĂo. SaliĂł y aplicĂł las fragancias que mĂĄs disfrutaba, con libro en mano sentĂĄndose junto al fuego e intentando que los mechones se secaran antes de acostarse.
La relajaciĂłn del baño fue mayor al esperado y el quiebre de una madera ante las llamas la despertĂł, torpe levantĂĄndose y yendo a refugiarse en las sĂĄbanas. La baja temperatura de la telas le erizĂł la piel hasta que una vez mĂĄs se deslizĂł en la inconsciencia, durante horas logrando ignorar el mundo cuando pequeños roces la obligaron a regresar. FrunciĂł el ceño y moviĂł el rostro al percibir toques cerca de los labios, entonces apreciando una mano que se perdĂa en el cabello y la mimaba.
âÂżAegon? âpreguntĂł sumamente confundida por la delicadeza y el cariño, aunque el aroma a flores fue una clara señal de que no se trataba del mencionado.
Un pequeño sonido a mofa la alertó y entreabrió los parpados, asà notando que el sillón junto la chimenea estaba volteado y alguien lo ocupaba.
âEsperamos no decepcionarte.
Inmediatamente se incorporĂł y al frotar los ojos encontrĂł a Daemon viĂ©ndola con una mueca traviesa y las piernas cruzadas, mientras que Rhaenyra sonreĂa sentada al borde de la cama.
âÂżQuĂ©âŠ? âpreguntĂł torpe por el sueño.
âDesapareciste y no recibimos señales de que quisieras vernos, asĂ que te buscamos.
âLos niños quedaron asustados y luego recibĂ advertencias⊠No querĂa levantar sospechas.
âÂżCuĂĄl de los Hightower? âpreguntĂł el hombre inclinando la cabeza.
âMamĂĄ.
âÂżCon quĂ© palabras nos halagĂł? âindagĂł enarcando una ceja.
Suspirando y rodando el cuello, permitiĂł que Rhaenyra la tomara de la mano y le acariciara con el pulgar.
âRecordĂł que nos llevĂĄbamos bien y aconsejĂł que mantuviera distancia, ya que al perecer traen peligro y deshonra âconfesĂł, y al decirlo la incomodidad le calentĂł las orejas.
âSi se preocupara tanto por ti no te hubiera casado con Aegon âretrucĂł venenoso tensando la mandĂbula.
âAl menos estando con Ă©l pudo seguir viviendo aquĂ y tener la ocasional oportunidad de verlos.
âÂżHas deseado por nosotros? âpreguntĂł la femenina en tono gentil.
Haella encogiĂł los hombros y mirĂł la pared sin saber que decir, especialmente al desconocer donde paraba la relaciĂłn de los tres.
âTal vez.
âEres imprecisa âpresionĂł Daemon apoyĂĄndose en uno de los brazos del sillĂłn.
âLas circunstancias han cambiado desde la Ășltima vez que estuvimos juntos.
âTus cartas enseñaban cariño y añoranza, Âżacaso has cambiado? âindagĂł Rhaenyra inclinando la cabeza y viĂ©ndola atentaâ. ÂżTienes a alguien mĂĄs?
âÂżDisculpa? âpreguntĂł sorprendida elevando ambas cejas y dejando los labios entreabiertos.
âPor experiencia sĂ© lo que es estar en un matrimonio incompatible y como la calidez de otros brazos reconfortan cuando estĂĄs lejos de quien quieres.
Por unos momentos olvidĂł cĂłmo hablar y dejĂł los labios entreabiertos, pero finalizĂł por negar con la cabeza.
âMi hermano ciertamente no es el esposo que hubiera deseado, pero tampoco busquĂ© un amante, tengo hijos a los que no quiero perjudicar con mis acciones.
âAegon, en cambio, puede hacer lo que quiera âacotĂł Daemon.
âPor mi que continĂșe, lo que sea para evitar compartir cama con Ă©l âbufĂł alterando de actitud y luciendo mĂĄs vĂvida que antes.
âÂżTe trata bien? âpreguntĂł Rhaenyra sentĂĄndose mejor ante el repentino cambio.
âApenas nos vemos y cuando interactuamos terminamos peleando, ÂżquiĂ©n pensĂł que casarme con mi gemelo serĂa buena idea? âgruñó echĂĄndole una mirada al hombre y viendo que sonreĂa.
âMe sorprende que pudieran engendrar.
âUn cometido que no hubiĂ©ramos podido lograr sin alcohol, aunque Aegon vive ebrio ârodĂł los ojos al tiempo que inspiraba profundoâ. Agradezco que esas ocasiones no sean mĂĄs que recuerdos vagos bajo el mareo de la bebida.
âÂżNo han dormido juntos desde las gemelas? âindagĂł el mayor afilando la mirada, cada detalle que pudiera obtener siendo oro.
âEl dĂa que nacieron hubo un momento donde pactamos que nuestras obligaciones como pareja finalizaron. Tres hijos son suficientes.
âPor lo que, Âżen estos Ășltimos dos años solo has encontrado consuelo en ti misma?
âÂżViniste a ser un pervertido? âregañó con mejillas sonrosadas.
âCiertamente no âintervino Rhaenyra mirando a su esposo en regaño.
âÂżEntonces cuĂĄl es la intenciĂłn?
âSalvarte ârespondiĂł la Targaryen con una postura que captĂł la atenciĂłn de ambosâ. Consideramos que lo sabes, pero eres importante para nosotros y nos encantarĂa que viviĂ©ramos juntos.
Haella elevĂł ambas cejas y retrocediĂł unos centĂmetros, en blanco viĂ©ndola sin ser capaz de pensar.
âÂżCĂłmo? âfrunciĂł el ceño como si hubiera expresado algo incoherente.
âImaginar tu estadĂa aquĂ, compartiendo tu vida con alguien como Aegon⊠Deseamos estar contigo, las cartas no son suficiente.
âNunca lo fueron âañadiĂł Daemon ajustado posiciĂłn y jugando con un anilloâ. Un pedazo de pergamino jamĂĄs podrĂa reemplazar tu presencia.
Nerviosa y halagada amagĂł a sonreĂr, pero la implicaciĂłn de tales deseos empezaba a oprimirle el pecho.
âSuponĂa que el interĂ©s en mĂ se borrarĂa con el pasar de los años. Siendo sinceros, Âżno soy mĂĄs que un juguete que quitarle a los Hightower?
El miedo a ser un capricho resistĂa incluso cuando ambos vivĂan en la Fortaleza Roja, donde reciĂ©n encontraba el amor e idealizaba una vida de fantasĂa. ConocĂa el desagrado entre Otto y Daemon al igual que la antigua relaciĂłn entre Rhaenyra y su madre, por lo que no podĂa evitar formular negativas teorĂas.
âPor supuesto que no âcontestĂł la mujer, en el ceño fruncido notĂĄndose la ofensa de que pensara asĂ.
âEspero que entiendan mi inseguridad âaclarĂł rĂĄpidoâ. Ustedes han podido estar juntos y crear una familia mientras yo formaba otra vida que solo conocĂan a travĂ©s de cartas. No es lo mismo.
âCiertamente âcoincidiĂł Daemon al tiempo se ponĂa de pieâ. Aunque debes recordar que nosotros nos unimos luego de años distanciados, apenas sabĂamos del otro y aĂșn asĂ quemĂĄbamos en añoranza, Âżpor quĂ© serĂa distinto contigo?
Un extraño calor surgió en el pecho de Haella y bajó la mirada, inconscientemente mordiendo el labio inferior ante la realización de que realmente era apreciada por las personas que amaba. Rhaenyra acunó una de sus mejillas y sonrió reconfortante, enseguida inclinåndose a besarla de manera suave y tentativa. La joven sintió la consideración y correspondió en señal de que el acto era de agrado, logrando que ella sonriera y la acariciara con el pulgar en el proceso de separarse.
âÂżPuedo asumir que nuestros sentimientos son los mismos? âpreguntĂł complacida.
âAbsolutamente âasintiĂł pequeño con la piel erizada en nervios y excitaciĂłn.
La cama se hundió y Haella miró al hombre, la intención en su mirada siendo clara y evitando palabras cuando era su turno de poseerla. El momento fue absolutamente diferente y liberó un pequeño jadeo al sentir que una mano iba a sostenerla entre el cuello y el mentón, la intensidad y dominación surgiendo desde el inicio incluso si no era especialmente agresivo.
âEspera⊠âmurmurĂł apenada y conmovida en sensaciones poco usuales.
âÂżPor quĂ©? âpreguntĂł fingiendo desentender mientras con los labios recorrĂa zonas de piel cercanas y sensibles.
Rhaenyra sonriĂł disfrutando de lo fĂĄcil que se avergonzaba y bajĂł las pupilas a la Ășnica tela que la cubrĂa, en eso mirando rĂĄpido la puerta cuando golpearon por entrar.
âÂżHa despertado, señorita?
El tono de la sirvienta congelĂł a la joven y rĂĄpido empalideciĂł ante el peligro de ser descubierta, desesperada mirĂĄndolos y apreciando como ambos se elevaban.
âNos vemos en la cena âmurmurĂł la femenina mientras Daemon asentĂa y la tomaba de la cintura.
Se acercaron a uno de los muros en el proceso que Haella buscaba un abrigo, asombrada documentando como desaparecĂan a travĂ©s de un pasaje secreto.
âPuedes entrar âanunciĂł fuerte, entonces una mujer de mediana edad ingresando.
âEs hora de comenzar con los arreglos.
La Targaryen asintiĂł e indicĂł que comenzarĂa lavĂĄndose el rostro, despuĂ©s de eso entregĂĄndose a que la embelleciera. El vestido verde oscuro abrazĂł su cuerpo y brillĂł en combinaciĂłn con el collar y los aretes de diamante, luego las experimentadas manos dirigiĂ©ndose a trenzar el cabello de manera que su cuello y hombros quedaran despejados.
âÂżTerminado? âpreguntĂł cuando revisaba los Ășltimos detalles.
âSi, Princesa âasintiĂł dejando que se viera.
La imagen en el espejo realmente no importaba cuando era un panorama conocido luego de tantas veces que debiĂł lucir femenina y formal, por lo que eligiĂł dejarlo e ir por sus hijos. Conociendo que las gemelas pasarĂan la velada en la guarderĂa, directamente fue por el mayor y sonriĂł al verlo con un traje nuevo.
âTe ves esplendido en el obsequio de tu abuelo âsonriĂł encantada tocando la felpa negra del saco.
âGracias ârespondiĂł seco por la timidez, aunque en silencio apreciaba como las prendas le favorecĂan.
En breve salieron y fueron al salĂłn, donde prĂĄcticamente toda la familia se encontraba hablando. Ambos miraron y dudaron a que grupo acercarse, y la idea de ir con Aemond quedĂł descartada ante la expresiĂłn seria y agrĂa que cargaba.
âBuenas noches, madre âsaludĂł cuando Alicent cortĂł distancia.
Ella sonriĂł estresada y mirĂł al joven halagando la manera en que lucĂa, entonces dos sombras aproximĂĄndose y tensĂĄndolas al saber que era la pareja Targaryen que mĂĄs las sacudĂa. Rhaenyra rompiĂł hielo con amable formalidad y la Reina le imitĂł, Daemon manteniendo su pequeña sonrisa usual hasta que se fijĂł en el joven.
âEn la tarde te he visto entrenar con espada âcomentĂł de manera desinteresada inclinando la cabeza, casi intentando lucir amigable.
âAh, lamento no haber notado su presencia ârespondiĂł ligeramente intimidado tratando de mantener la cortesĂa.
âParecĂas realmente adecuado, Âżte agrada?
âDisfruto de las actividades fĂsicas.
âPosees habilidad, me gustarĂa practicar contigo en la siguiente oportunidad.
âS-SerĂa un honor âasintiĂł nervioso poniendo la espalda recta.
Daemon mirĂł a Haella y ella sonriĂł educada intentando no levantar sospechas.
âÂżImagino que las niñas estarĂĄn en su propio espacio al igual que Joffrey? âinquiriĂł Rhaenyra.
âCorrecto, aĂșn son muy jĂłvenes para pasar una cena entera sin levantarse, llorar o corretear.
âDeberĂamos hacer que pasen tiempo juntos, seguro disfrutarĂĄn la compañĂa del otro âopinĂł Daemon mirando a su esposa por aprobaciĂłn, la cual sabĂa que tendrĂaâ. Estrechar la familia, como Viserys desea.
Alicent carraspeĂł y asintiĂł indicando que en la prĂłxima visita se ocuparĂan de aquello, acto seguido llamando a Aemond y haciendo que ocuparan la mesa. Cerca de su hermano, ignorĂł la mirada de Ă©ste y sonriĂł cuando Helaena llegĂł, aunque la calma durĂł poco cuando Aegon apareciĂł.
âEsposa âsuspirĂł, y con pesadez se sentĂł al lado.
âEsposo âcontestĂł analizando si ya estaba ebrio o noâ. Reconoce la presencia de tu hijo âregañó.
El Targaryen elevĂł las cejas desprevenido y mirĂł al joven forzando una mueca extraña, sin palabra estirando un brazo y dĂĄndole unas palmadas en la mejilla. Alicent ganĂł alivio al ver que se encargaban de mantener las apariencias, fugaz fijĂĄndose en los invitados antes de que la Guardia Real abriera las puertas. Sobre un trono movible, los hombres mĂĄs fuertes cargaban el dañado cuerpo de Viserys entre elegantes ropas, joyerĂa y una mĂĄscara que ocultaba mitad de su putrefacto rostro.
âTomen asiento y disfruten âanunciĂł una vez que lo acomodaron en la cabecera.
Cada uno hizo caso y, en un acuerdo silencioso, evitaron las rivalidades manteniendo buen carĂĄcter. De todas maneras, Aemond, parecĂa poseer dificultades y frĂo escaneaba los jĂłvenes de Rhaenyra, en especial a quien fue responsable de herirlo de por vida.
Haella, consciente de la sed de venganza, vigilĂł hasta que Lucerys soltĂł una baja risa al los sirvientes poner un gran cerdo cocido cerca de su hermano. ApretĂł los labios ante el recuerdo de la cruel broma que le jugaron de niño y apreciĂł la furia surgir desde lo profundo del Targaryen. SuspirĂł en derrota conociendo que de alguna manera cobrarĂa aquella burla y nerviosa recurriĂł al vino, con copa en labios mirando a Daemon y casi atragantĂĄndose cuando Ă©l le guiñó un ojo. RĂĄpido analizĂł alrededor y disimulada carraspeĂł por el lĂquido que se desviĂł hacia el conducto pulmonar, entonces Viserys tomando palabra y dando un prolongado discurso donde exponĂa la felicidad de tenerlos reunidos. El inquebrantable deseo de ser una gran familia unida persistĂa y la mayorĂa de los presentes bien sabĂa que aquello no progresarĂa, aunque por un momento la fantasĂa pareciĂł convertirse en realidad cuando Rhaenyra y Alicent intercambiaron cĂĄndidas palabras.
Los jĂłvenes se miraron desconcertados y Haella buscĂł descifrar las emociones de su abuelo, aunque, para gran sorpresa, este ya le veĂa e hizo un gesto a que interviniera a romper el momento de reconciliaciĂłn. Con la mente nublada al no querer la atenciĂłn de la mesa sobre ella, inquieta agarrĂł la copa y arrastrĂł la silla hasta apoyarse en ambos pies.
âMe gustarĂa decir algunas palabras âanunciĂł en tono acelerado, con ligero temblor aguantando la necesidad de colocar una mano sobre el pechoâ. Quiero brindar por esta cena compartida entre seres queridos, especialmente a mis adorados padres ârealizĂł una pequeña pausa de respecto, a lo que ambos asintieron complacidosâ. Festejo este gran reencuentro familiar y dedico este vino a desearles prosperidad⊠Especialmente a mi esposo e hijos, para que siempre estemos sanos âmirĂł a Aegon, el cual estaba absolutamente desconcertado.
Avergonzada regresĂł a la silla y evitĂł prestar atenciĂłn al resto, ansiosa bebiendo hasta terminar la jarra mĂĄs cercana.
âNunca ingieres tanto alcohol, ÂżquĂ© sucede? âpreguntĂł su gemelo analizĂĄndola como pocas veces.
âHoy poseo el gusto, nada mĂĄs âencogiĂł los hombros como si no fuera importante.
El rubio guardĂł silencio y pensĂł por largos segundos, finalmente inclinĂĄndose a hablarle al oĂdo.
âLas Ășnicas veces donde te embriagaste fue cuando compartimos aposentos, Âżver tantos niños pudo haber despertado un nuevo deseo de ser madre? âsusurrĂł al tiempo que una mano iba sostenerla del muslo.
Haella no pudo evitar la expresiĂłn de espanto y rĂĄpido volteĂł, sus rostros quedando a pocos centĂmetros.
âPensĂ© que tenĂamos un acuerdo.
âSi lo deseas puedo hacer el esfuerzo âasegurĂł, por un segundo viĂ©ndole los labios.
La implicaciĂłn la dejĂł sin palabras, especialmente porque fielmente creĂa que compartĂan el disgusto romĂĄntico y sexual por el otro.
âEstamos en publico âregañó regresando a mirar su plato con las mejillas ligeramente coloradas.
âÂżEntonces debo proponer un nuevo heredero cuando nos hallemos a solas? âinspirĂł apretando la tierna carne bajo el vestido.
Sin dudar agarró la mano y con disimulo la quitó echåndole una råpida mirada a Alicent, la cual ya estaba viéndolos con aire severo por el comportamiento del masculino.
âTres hijos estĂĄn bien, ni pienses en visitar mi habitaciĂłn.
âSerĂa un desperdicio cuando estĂĄs a unas copas de no recordar la noche, sabes que madre estarĂa complacida con otro nacimiento.
Haella realizĂł un sonido seco y lo pellizcĂł por debajo de la mesa, a lo que Aegon saltĂł gracias al dolor y por el momento desistiĂł. Enseguida mirĂł a Rhaenyra y ella brevemente enarcĂł una ceja ante la escena, apenada evitĂĄndola y preguntĂĄndose cuĂĄndo el evento terminarĂa. AguantĂł y se enfocĂł en su hijo hasta que Viserys comenzĂł a sentirse mal, en silencio viendo como los guardias lo retiraban y sintiĂ©ndose aliviada de que todo estuviera llegando a fin.
âTambiĂ©n deseo brindar âsoltĂł Aemond poniĂ©ndose en pie ahora que el Rey no estaba.
âHermano âsuspirĂł por lo bajo arrugando el ceño en preocupaciĂłn, aunque Aegon sonriĂł y agarrĂł el vino a sabiendas de que el espectĂĄculo estaba por comenzar.
Contuvo el aliento en cada palabra que el Targaryen soltĂł hasta que los cabellos se le erizaron cuando sutilmente llamĂł âbastardosâ a los hijos de Rhaenyra. El primero en reaccionar fue Jacaerys y tal reacciĂłn solo logrĂł que Aemond lo provocara mĂĄs, por lo que en menos de un parpadeo una batalla comenzĂł.
âÂĄHijo, atrĂĄs! âexclamĂł Haella agarrando al joven de los hombros y llevĂĄndolo contra una pared alejadaâ. ÂĄAegon! âllamĂł indignada cuando este fue contra Lucerys al ver iba a entrometerse en la pelea.
Helaena, desorientada y asustada, fue con ella y ayudĂł a proteger al joven atestiguando como Rhaella retenĂa a su gemela de ir a defender a Jacaerys. La Reina no tardĂł en levantarse y regañarle mientras los guardias presentes iban a retener a los Velaryon, aunque lograron zafarse y amagaron a arremeter hasta que Daemon intervino. El salĂłn cayĂł en silencio y el mayor, relajado y con aire de superioridad, lo enfrentĂł mostrando una ligera mueca de animo a que siguiera con esa actitud ante Ă©l.
âSuficiente, todos fuera âordenĂł Rhaenyra a los jĂłvenes, quienes inspiraron profundo e hicieron caso tratando de calmarse.
Aemond perdiĂł la sonrisa y sostuvo la mirada analizando sus posibilidades, la confianza lentamente descendiendo y prefiriendo pasar de Ă©l e irse.
âÂżEstĂĄn bien? âpreguntĂł Alicent analizando a su nieto y dos hijas, el trĂo asintiendoâ. Mejor vayan a los aposentos y traten de⊠superar este dĂa.
Haella mordiĂł el interior de la mejilla y contuvo el enojo al ver a Aegon, el cual pareciĂł sentir la furia y prefiriĂł retirarse luego de echarle un vistazo. En segundos lo siguiĂł en compañĂa de Helaena y juntas fueron a dejar al joven en su habitaciĂłn, donde un sirviente lo ayudarĂa con las ropas y prepararĂa el lugar para que tuviera un buen sueño.
âDescansa, hermana âhablĂł la mayor dĂĄndole un pequeño abrazo.
âNos vemos mañana âdespidiĂł, con ligera prisa desapareciendo hacia el sector donde vivĂa.
InspirĂł profundo y los eventos del dĂa pasaron como una novela que preferĂa olvidar, pero entonces recordĂł el momento compartido con Daemon y Rhaenyra. Inconscientemente puso una mano en el estĂłmago por las repentinas cosquillas y negĂł por como tenerlos en mente cambiaba su humor en un segundo.
Al llegar cerró la puerta y miró la cama donde horas atrås compartió besos con quienes amaba, de pronto la propuesta de vivir con ellos golpeåndola como un coletazo de dragón. Deseaba, sinceramente deseaba una vida de ensueño y romance, pero el miedo a las repercusiones la frenaban de siquiera considerar abandonar el castillo.
En la mañana fue difĂcil verlos partir y el vacĂo que la llenĂł le hizo querer nunca haberlos cruzado, porque ahora los añoraba muchĂsimo mĂĄs. Tener que seguir la rutina fue difĂcil y solo pudo mantener buena cara ante sus hijos, pero interactuar con Aegon, Aemond, Alicent u Otto fue mĂĄs difĂcil que antes. Los muros se sentĂan huecos y congelados hasta que notĂł que era un reflejo de ella y la gente que la rodeaba, el fuego no existĂa en aquel lugar y la pequeña llama que poseĂa se extinguĂa en cada dĂa que pasaba.
âMadre âllamĂł el mayor de los niños entrando con cuidado a la habitaciĂłnâ. Mamå⊠¿EstĂĄs bien? âinsistiĂł al ella seguir mirando por la ventana de manera ausente.
âHijo âsusurrĂł saliendo del trance y acercĂĄndose, inmediatamente yendo a acariciarle el cabello y la mejilla.
âÂżTe sientes mal? Apenas has salido a pasar tiempo con nosotros âfrunciĂł el ceño intentando que el labio inferior no temblara.
âLo siento, mi amor âdisculpĂł rĂĄpido entendiendo que ya no era capaz de esconder el sufrimientoâ. He estado sintiĂ©ndome un poco rara, nada mĂĄs.
âÂżHas visto a los sanadores? âpreguntĂł aĂșn preocupado.
âNo es algo que ellos puedan solucionar, pero harĂ© lo mejor para volver a la normalidad âprometiĂł, porque lo que menos querĂa era generarle ansiedad a los pequeños.
âÂżQuĂ© es lo que tienes?
Torciendo la boca y pensando como abordar el tema, lo invitĂł a sentarse en la punta de la cama con ella.
âLa vida aquĂ⊠El castillo⊠No me hace muy feliz âconfesĂł simple sin ahondar en los detallesâ. Pienso que podrĂamos vivir mejor en RocadragĂłn, amarĂa que tĂș y tus hermanas tuvieran gente de su edad para jugar, aprender e interactuar.
âPero⊠¿PapĂĄ, la abuela y el resto? âinclinĂł la cabeza en confusiĂłn.
âSerĂamos solo nosotros cuatro âsonriĂł con pena apretando los labios con fuerzaâ. Ellos no tienen intenciones de estar contentos o sanar; las reglas, el rencor y lo que los demĂĄs piensan es mĂĄs importante que el bienestar general.
Ăl bajĂł la mirada al regazo y luego a otras partes de la habitaciĂłn, claramente analizando y llegando a dudas y conclusiones.
âÂżQuĂ© sucede si no voy? ÂżTe irĂĄs igual? âinquiriĂł amagando a conectar miradas, pero no fue capaz por los nervios.
âJamĂĄs te dejarĂa, no deseo que sufras o te falte a quien recurrir cuando las obligaciones sean demasiado para ti. Eres mi hijo, lo que mĂĄs amo, no podrĂa abandonarte.
IncreĂblemente aliviado, el joven la abrazĂł y permanecieron en silencio hasta que llamaron a la puerta. Ambos miraron y se pusieron de pie cuando oyeron la voz de Ser Criston, por lo que rĂĄpido permitiĂł que entrara despuĂ©s de la Reina. La tensiĂłn en ambos fue lo primero que notĂł, especialmente la expresiĂłn estresada, ansiosa y nerviosa de la mujer mientras frenaba y suspiraba pesado.
âCon el mayor pesar vengo a informar que Viserys ha fallecido.
âÂżQuĂ©? âpreguntĂł Haella, inmediatamente sintiendo una roca en el corazĂłn.
âSucediĂł en la madrugada, los sanadores no han podido hacer nada al respecto.
Los ojos picaron y soportĂł la angustia para consolar al menor, el cual de por sĂ estaba triste y aturdido por la conversaciĂłn anterior.
âÂżCuĂĄndo serĂĄ el entierro? âhablĂł en tono contenido.
âPronto lo anunciaremos, primero debemos organizar la ascensiĂłn de Aegon como Rey.
âÂżCĂłmo? âfrunciĂł el ceño y apreciĂł como los oĂdos empezaban a zumbar por la catarata de noticias.
âEra el deseo de tu padre, lo confesĂł hace pocos amaneceres âafirmĂł antes de acercarse y tomarlos de un hombroâ. Lamento la pĂ©rdida, me encargarĂ© de que todo estĂ© bien.
âÂżHas avisado a Rhaenyra y Daemon?
Esos nombres la tensaron y apretĂł los labios, un destello de culpa brillando en el marrĂłn de los irises.
âEnviarĂ© una carta una vez que todo estĂ© asentado.
La declaración encendió la preocupación en Haella y evitó pronunciar palabra, asà quedando nuevamente a solas con el niño.
âEl Reino estĂĄ por cambiar y serĂĄ inestable⊠Ambos deben saber que tu abuelo ha fallecido âempezĂł a decir apretĂĄndolo mĂĄs contra ellaâ. Hijo mĂo, Âżme acompañarĂĄs a RocadragĂłn?
âSi, mamĂĄ âconfirmĂł al tiempo que escondĂa el rostro en su vestido, lĂĄgrimas mojando la tela.
âGracias.
Desde esa mañana el plan de mudanza comenzĂł y ambos mantuvieron las apariencias, en secreto armando el viaje y lo poco que podĂan llevar considerando que volarĂan. Fue un proceso rĂĄpido considerando que la muerte de Viserys no se podĂa ocultar demasiado tiempo, asĂ que dos dos dĂas despuĂ©s, en plena noche, tomĂł a los niños.
âÂżQuĂ© haces? âpreguntĂł el mayor mientras sostenĂa a una de las gemelas.
âAbro un pasadizo, el castillo esta repleto de ellos âmurmurĂł mientras empujaba a un costado y movĂa la pesada paredâ. Mira donde pisas, ten cuidado âindicĂł estirando los brazos a tomar a la niña mientras la otra colgaba a su espalda en un amarre.
Bajaron escalones y cruzaron pasillos hasta casi perderse, entre laberintos hallando la salida y abandonando la Fortaleza Roja para atravesar la ciudad tapados de pie a cabeza. La actividad nocturna deslumbrĂł a los jĂłvenes, aunque las acciones moralmente cuestionables y gritos les pusieron los cabello de punta.
âÂżFalta mucho? âpreguntĂł el muchacho sintiendo los pies cansados, con dificultad cargando un par de mochilas.
âUn poco mĂĄs, pronto estarĂĄs volando âexplicĂł agitada cambiando de brazo a la menor.
Con sudor e incertidumbre mantuvo el optimismo incluso si dudaba de poder ejecutar la huida, con temor saludando al guardia nocturno e indicando que trajera a la bestias. MirĂł alrededor intentando dilucidar cuantos testigos existĂan, pero parecĂan ser los Ășnicos entre las tenues antorchas del amplio lugar. El rugido de su dragĂłn le erizĂł los cabellos e hizo que mirara por uno de los pasillos, donde una gran cabeza anaranjada se asomĂł de manera lenta y adormilada.
âEnseguida traigo al pequeño, Princesa âavisĂł una vez que el cuidador estuvo lo suficientemente cerca.
âPrepara las cadenas de vuelo asistido, daremos un paseo en conjunto âordenĂł suave estirando la mano libre a acariciar las gruesas escamas.
Asintiendo y desapareciendo de nuevo, Haella indicĂł al primogĂ©nito que le ayudara a subir y atar a una de las gemelas y las pertenencias en la montura. Ajustaron los seguros y revisĂł que la menor a su espalda estuviera bien, al terminar colocĂĄndose los guantes de piel mientras el entrenador se acercaba con un energĂ©tico y joven dragĂłn. El hombre conectĂł a las dos criaturas con una gruesa cadena y en Alto Valyrio los llevĂł fuera del edificio, en el proceso la Targaryen dĂĄndole indicaciones al menor de cĂłmo volar al ser el primer viaje largo que experimentarĂa.
La brisa nocturna golpeĂł su rostro e hizo que inspirara profundo, al cerrar los ojos obteniendo un momento de paz hasta que tomaron posiciĂłn. MirĂł al guardia y Ă©l le devolviĂł el vistazo entre dudas, aunque realizĂł un gesto de cortesĂa y ocultĂł las sospechas en una cabeza gacha.
âEstoy listo âavisĂł el niño apretando las riendas y enderezando la espalda.
Haella observĂł el cielo y finalmente dio señal de vuelo, el dragĂłn dando largos pasos antes de ganar altura. MordiĂł el interior de una mejilla y evitĂł girar a ver lo que abandonaba, lagrimas perdiĂ©ndose mientras las luces en Desembarco del Rey se volvĂan pequeñas. Las prendas se humedecieron al ingresar al techo de nubes y contuvieron el aliento hasta atravesar la sofocante oscuridad, enormes y brillantes estrellas recibiĂ©ndolos una vez libres. Estiraron el cuello y admiraron los astros ante la significativa diferencia, por un momento tentados a estirar las manos y comprobar si eran capaces de tocar tal belleza.
âBonito, Âżverdad? âpreguntĂł a las gemelas tambiĂ©n mirar.
Respondieron positivamente y el viaje continuĂł en absoluta paz, el tumulto sucediendo en secreto dentro del corazĂłn de la Targaryen ante el peligroso e incierto futuro que sus acciones generarĂan.
Con nariz, mejillas y dedos congelados, todos apreciaron los primeros rayos del sol y cerraron los ojos disfrutando del suave calor. La niebla en el horizonte de a poco se hizo visible y anunciĂł la proximidad al destino, finalmente apreciando el castillo de RocadragĂłn.
â¿¥DĂłnde aterrizamos!? âpreguntĂł el niño con nervios ante el nuevo desafĂo.
âVolemos alrededor un par de veces hasta que los guardias nos vean y den aviso de llegada, luego nos guiarĂ© a un ĂĄrea abierta para descender con comodidad.
Haella los llevĂł a las torres de vigilancia y enseguida observĂł como dos arqueros corrĂan escaleras abajo. Complacida admirĂł la estructura y sorprendida jadeĂł cuando una serpentina sombra los cubriĂł, de pronto un rugido a su izquierda haciendo que encontrara a Syrax planeando.
âDorado y rojo âmurmuraron las gemelas.
Inmediatamente frunció el ceño y elevo el mentón para ver a Caraxes analizarlos, en el proceso realizando particulares sonidos de bienvenida.
âÂżCĂłmoâŠ? âempezĂł a preguntar al ciertamente atinar con los colores, la frase siendo recurrente desde la primera vez que la dijeron.
Un escalofrĂo la recorriĂł y considerĂł que sus hijas fueran soñadoras en vez de jinetes, una cuestiĂłn que en ese momento no podĂa analizar a pesar de que la descolocĂł: Âżdesde cuĂĄndo sabĂan que terminarĂan en el otro lado de la familia?
En pocas ordenes empezó a bajar y con cuidado vigiló a los inexpertos, los cuales lograron tocar tierra y parecieron aliviados de finalmente dejar el cielo. La estabilidad la mareó y cerró los ojos notando, por primera vez, el cansancio y el dolor corporal que la torturaba. Con las articulaciones endurecidas, lentamente liberó los seguros de la montura hasta que el eco de su nombre cortó la calma. Adrenalina la llenó y buscó la fuente del llamado, el largo y rubio cabello de Rhaenyra sacudiéndose en el viento mientras se acercaba.
Sonriendo y sintiendo nada mĂĄs que verdadera felicidad, se puso de pie y averiguĂł la manera de bajar a las niñas de manera segura hasta que Daemon surgiĂł en el panorama. Ăl sonriĂł complacido y ella perdiĂł el aliento, enseguida estirando los brazos y entregĂĄndole a una de las niñas antes de que le ayudara a bajar.
âFinalmente elegiste âcomentĂł una vez que la tuvo en frente.
âSi⊠âdudĂł al recordar las razones que finalmente la hicieron escapar.
âÂżQuĂ© sucediĂł? âtensĂł el ceño y analizĂł las pequeñas expresiones.
âHaella ânombrĂł Rhaenyra antes de encerrarla en un abrazo, sobre el hombro viendo a la pequeña que llevaba colgada.
CerrĂł los ojos ante el reconfortante contacto y con fuerza contuvo las lagrimas, la emociĂłn mezclĂĄndose en ansiosa tristeza por las noticias que entregarĂa.
âLo lamento âhablĂł ahogada escondiendo el rostro.
Rhaenyra la estrechĂł con mĂĄs fuerza antes de mirar preocupada a su esposo, el cual se acercĂł intentando consolarla.
âSea lo que sea, lo superaremos juntos âprometiĂł Daemon acomodĂĄndole el cabello en un gesto cariñoso.
Abrumada asintiĂł y entre lagrimas apreciĂł la cercanĂa, aquellos cuerpos enseguida enseñando que ellos eran su verdadero hogar.
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As much as i love the idea of alpha Rhaenyra and omega Alicent. The current brainrot of omega reader and omega rhaenyra topping subby! Whiney! Alpha alicent has me chomping at the mother fucking bit.
You know babys leaking pre everywhere the neediest moans and whines escaping her pouty lips as you and rhae tease her and pleasure eachother. đ©
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cw/notes: mentioned character death, spoilers for fire and blood if you only watched the show, slight canon divergence as well, overall kinda somber (apologies to rhaenrya as this is my first fic for her and it's angst oop)
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She wakes up with a scream, a scream so loud that it startles you awake. The guardsmen outside the doors soon are rushing into her chambers, fearing the worst for their queen.
You raise your hands from where you stand in place at her side, having been in the room already as the pair of you had shared a dinner here rather than being out, as Rhaenrya had been too drained to do so. You had unknowingly (and unfortunately) slept at the small desk nearby, already beginning to feel that in your neck. Your hands raised so that the Queensguard do not think you were an intruder. before they relax but only just.
"Apologies for startling you, gentlemen," You placate, standing in front of Rhaenyra, more to reassure her that they would not see their queen so browbeaten, so defeated.
Rhaenyra's voice sounds from behind you as well, "I will be fine, Sers, please, it was only a trick of the mind I saw in my sleep." A nightmare more like it. But you don't voice that thought.
The two knights share an unsure look, before acquiescing to her command, leaving the room as the door shuts gently behind them. While she had not seen it, you had seen their worried looks, it was a shared expression seen on the faces of many of the servants in the Red Keep that were loyal to the rightful Queen.
You hear a gasp from behind, turning around in slight alarm. There she was, not the Queen, but Rhaenyra. Her eyes filled with tears as her body shook. It did not take owning a chain of the Citadel to figure out what her dreams may have been about.
"Oh, Rhaenyra..." You say sadly, grabbing one of her hands with both of yours, your voice hushed so that the guards outside do not hear, "It was just a nightmare, you're in the Red Keep, you are safe."
"i dreamed about them again," She responds with instead, her eyes haunted.
"Would you like to tell me about this nightmare? Or should I ask for a pitcher of some arbor red to help calm you down?" You ask quietly.
She looks up, as though alarmed, with a sharp, "No!" Rhaenyra realizes that she had raised her voice, as she shakes her head, "No. No... I will be alright."
The look of disbelief on your face seems to be sensed by her, as she barely looks up from her lap. "I know that you think otherwise..." At least then you decide to look sheepish.
"Then tell me, Rhae, you can trust me," Sitting at her bedside, you look at her imploringly. After the Dance had ended, there were a grievous amount of scars left on the realm, but also left on Rhaenyra's heart. Wounds that had been left to fester as she had been forced to push them out of sight in order to focus on the realm's recovery.
"I cannot be weak-" She begins.
"Rhaenrya," You say sternly, surprising her as you interrupt, "Yes, you are the Lady of the Seven Kingdoms now, yes, you are the Queen, and yes, you are to serve and protect the realm, but who will make sure that Rhaenyra is alright?" The look you proceed to send her seems to not just build her up, but also dress her down, a rarity for the Queen, as not many were bold enough (or stupid enough) to do so.
She sighs, pulling her shawl around herself tighter, "I had told you that I had dreamed about them. My boys..." I only nod, before she continues with a hesitant pause for a moment. "I had dreamt about how they met their fates, how they must have felt, and how I could not be with them...my Jace... my Luke, even sweet Viserys," Her breath hitches, and Rhaenyra's eyes look up to yours, and all you can see is the pure agony within them, "I failed them, haven't I?"
You do not answer her, you do not know how you could even, knowing that none of the words you could ever provide be a comfort to this woman who had lost her boys, with her remaining children were not left unmarred by this war either. Instead, you allow her to hug you tightly, her cries silent as she allowed herself to grieve after all this time.
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But Daddy I Love Him đ„ș
Version - II
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YNN: your nickname
My first time writing something steamy (ish). Hopefully it's not too clunky.
Sometimes romance is a date to a restaurant. Sometimes it's plotting murder together. đ
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"I want him dead."
Although she spoke quietly, Rhaenyra's voice seemed to echo around the room.
You twisted your head to look at her in disbelief. You had just finished making love after hours. You'd coaxed her to pleasure several times using your hands, mouth and cock. How could your darling wife be thinking about murder when you were still barely capable of stringing words together?
"I need you to repeat that," you said slowly, "because it almost sounds like I haven't made you come enough if you're thinking about murder. It's not mine, is it?"
She giggled and moved closer, resting her head on your shoulder. Your arms instantly wrapped around her, an echo of the countless times you'd held each other like this before.
"Of course it's not you," she rubbed your chest in reassurance. "I'm talking about Otto Hightower."
At the mention of the Hand, your good mood plummeted.
Ever since Lord Strong's resignation, you had been cursed with Ser Otto's presence. The fact that he became the Hand again was beyond a joke, given that his ambitions to make his grandson Aegon King was a secret only to Viserys.
The sight of Queen Alicent strutting around the Red Keep with her supporters flaunting their green robes made you seethe. Coupled with the divide between both camps of supporters and it made for an increasingly poisonous atmosphere in court.
You and Rhaenyra had not been idle. The return of your father as Master of Ships, along with your promotion to Master of Laws had caused quite a bit of grief to Ser Otto's plans. The sight of the vein throbbing on his forehead whenever you managed to persuade the King to agree with you was a beautiful one, and it took everything you had not to smirk or snigger like a child or Daemon.
The thought of your goodbrother reminded you of his and Laena's recent return from Pentos. If anyone knew of a way to remove the Hand, it would be them.
"He will die," you whispered. "I'll make certain of it. Laena will know of something that may help."
"Not Daemon?" Rhaenyra tilted her head to face yours.
You snorted. "Daemon's solution would probably involve a dagger and a catspaw. We need to be subtle and leave nothing for the Queen to accuse us of murder. Laena will know; she was always interested in plants."
"If she finds a way, who will replace Otto? Your mother? Daemon? Tyland Lannister?"
"Actually," you began. "I thought it could be you." She lifted her head and looked at you with shock. "Let me finish," you continued. "You became cupbearer at eight, you've had a seat on the Small Council for almost ten years. You've seen how it works, you know about the issues the other Masters face. When Lord Lyonel was Hand, you regularly met with him to discuss solutions."
Your voice had risen as you'd argued your point, but your hands remained gentle as they cupped her face.
"Think of it as extra training for when you become Queen," you said.
Rhaenyra's face was uncertain. "You are so sure of yourself. How do you know it will happen?"
"I'll make it happen, my love," you promised before reaching up to kiss her.
"I do not feel ready, YNN," she confessed. "Every time I sit at that table, I feel like a pretender, like a girl again."
"Rhae," her name rolled on your tongue. "I don't think anyone is ever really ready to wear the crown. But there have been good kings, bad kings and kings that were middling. There have also been excellent and terrible Hands. You becoming Hand will not cause the Seven Kingdoms to collapse. I would always be happy to advise you if you wished, but you're more knowledgeable than you think you are. If you can't believe in yourself, believe in me and the fact that I trust in you."
The kiss she gave you was hungry, full of teeth and passion. You pulled her up so that she lay on top of you. Her hands made their way to your hair, while yours slowly crept down her back.
When she finally pulled away, her lips were red and bruised. Her cheeks were flushed while her white hair fell loosely around you both, creating a veil that hid you both from the outside world.
"When my wife makes a request, what loyal husband wouldn't strive to see it done?" your lips brushed against hers. "I'll fly to Driftmark tomorrow to ask Laena."
"I want Otto Hightower dead," she ordered.
Like a Queen.
Your wife's reply was not in words.
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{Daemon Targaryen X Rhaenyra Targaryen x Reader} It's a stormy night on Dragonstone and you seek solace in your queen's bed, but a certain king consort joins the two of you, making the evening even more interesting...
4.6k words - Warnings: smut, incest, daemyra centric, voyeurism, ffm threesome, tribbing, fingering, oral (male & female receiving) face sitting, riding, Daemon being cheeky, Rhaenyra being a bit nervous& inexperienced in pleasing a woman, lots of kisses, tons of fluff & teensy tiny bit of somnophilia ...
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It was well past midnight on Dragonstone, the sound of rain tapping on the stone floor filled the quiet halls of the castle. It was dark and cold but that did not bother the two lovers as they embraced in the sheets, bodies entangled in one another.
Soft moans and heavy breaths filled the room as you straddled your queen, the sheets pooling around your waists as your lips moved against her plump ones, kissing her deeply. Your fingers danced up her arms, her shoulders, and her neck before finding their way into her beautiful silver-gold hair. Her own hands were running down your back and over the curve of your ass before giving it a light squeeze.
A quiet giggle escaped your lips as she squeezed again, and you pulled away from her slightly, pressing your forehead against hers as you both gazed into each other's eyes. You could see the lust and passion as she smiled, moving a hand from your ass and up your side before cupping your cheek and bringing you back to her for another kiss.
Rhaenyra had never felt the touch of another woman before, nor the taste of her lips. Her heart was pounding in her chest, feeling you against her as she deepened the kiss. The feeling of your bare skin against her own was magic. Your warm soft breasts pressing against hers, making her nipples harden against your chest. She could feel the wetness between her thighs, and she knew you could feel it too.
"Your grace," you murmured against her lips, your soft hands caressing the young queen's face, "you are shaking," you told her, feeling her body trembling beneath you.
"I'm just a little cold," Rhaenyra lied, she felt heat flood her cheeks at the way you smiled down at her.
"Then let me warm you," you replied, pulling her closer to you as you moved a hand down her neck and between her breasts, your fingers trailing her soft pale skin. You moved down her stomach, over her navel, and through the neatly trimmed patch of hair on her mound before reaching her soaking wet center.
You watched your queen's face closely, her eyes fluttering shut as you ran a finger along the wetness, making her let out a moan, her lips parting. You smiled at her reaction and brought your finger to her pearl, rubbing the sensitive spot gently, watching as Rhaenyras skin began to flush a beautiful pink, her breathing becoming more ragged.
"Does that feel good, your grace?" you asked her, slowly moving your finger back and forth as you lowered your head and kissed her jaw.
"Yes," she breathed, her hips bucking against your touch as her hands gripped the sheets tightly.
To be intimate with a dragon felt like a dream, feeling the heat radiate off of her body, her skin glistening with sweat. It was an honor to teach her, an honor to touch her, and an honor to watch her as she was pleasured.
You gently pushed her back onto the bed, her silver-gold hair fanned out on the pillow like a halo around her head, the moonlight shining through the window, illuminating her body. You wondered if the Targaryens tasted different than other women, their blood was so close to dragon blood, the magic that was once coursing through their veins, maybe it still did, maybe it still lingered.
Rhaenyra looked up at you with wide eyes as you kissed down the valley between her breasts and over her stomach, your warm lips leaving a trail of kisses and soft bites on her skin. You glanced up at her, making sure she was okay as you kissed her mound. You could smell her sweet scent, like honey and jasmine.
Your eyes stayed locked with hers as you slowly moved down, kissing her inner thigh, your nose tickling her soft flesh. You could hear her breath catch in her throat as you pressed a soft kiss against her swollen pearl, her hips lifting up slightly at the feeling. You smiled and gave it another kiss, flicking your tongue over it before sucking it into your mouth.
You could feel her squirming beneath you, her thighs trying to close around your head. You placed a hand on her stomach, holding her still as you licked, sucked and nipped. Her moans filled the room, her back arching off the bed, her hand flying to the top of your head and pulling on your hair.
Her taste flooded your mouth as she cried out, her body shaking with her climax. You slowly eased your lips off her, moving back and reaching out your hands, pulling her into a sitting position. You kissed her shoulder, her neck, and her jaw, moving your lips up to hers, kissing her gently, letting her taste herself.
"Men, you see, don't know the first thing about a woman's body," you explained, stroking her hair gently as she tried to catch her breath, "they fail to understand just what it takes to please one."
"They can be a bit selfish, can't they?" Rhaenyra whispered, a slow smile spreading across her face as you nodded.
You giggled and wrapped your arms around her waist, pulling her flush against your body, your breasts pressed together.
The candles flickered, light bouncing off your bodies which were now glistening with a soft sheen of sweat. The sound of the heavy rainfall and the cracking of the fire drowned out the laboured breathing as you placed your leg over her hip and brought your core against hers.
Rhaenyra gasped when you made contact, and you began to rock your hips, grinding yourself against her. You held her tightly, her hands gripping your ass, squeezing and guiding you, trying to find the right rhythm.
Soft gasps and moans echoed off the stone walls as the two of you moved together, your lips brushing over hers. Rhaenyra moaned into your mouth, becoming lost in the pleasure, the heat, the wetness, the feeling of you against her.
Daemon had always loved a good storm. The sound of the hammering rain, the crack of the lightning and the rumble of thunder made his blood rush.
He had been away from home for far too long, so much that he had forgotten the tranquility Dragonstone provided. Even on nights such as these, when the weather was unpredictable, he loved the thrill of riding on Caraxes over the hills and valleys, letting the storm rage, letting the wind and rain beat his body, it was exhilarating.
But the thrill he craved the most was that of his wife. He missed his queen, his darling Rhaenyra. He missed the way they clashed together, tearing into each other with claws and teeth and desire. Nothing could tame the fire he had for her.
He landed Caraxes in the courtyard and dismounted, his boots splashing in the puddles as he strides towards the main entrance. He entered the castle and began to make his way through the dimly lit halls, heading towards the royal chambers.
Guards watched as the king consort strolled through the castle, drenched from the rain with his hair wet and braided. He was in his element here, walking the halls of his ancestral home, eyes blazing and the blood in his veins running hot.
He came to the large wooden doors of the royal chambers and opened them, entering the room and closing them behind him. The first thing he noticed was the smell. It was sweet, like honey, and the air was thick with a heady aroma.
His eye was immediately drawn to the vast windows, from which he could see the beautiful night sky and the dark and stormy seas, the rain pelted the windows and the sound echoed throughout the room.
A slither of lightning brightened up the room for a moment. the flash of light allowing Daemon to see two naked figures intertwined in a soft and untroubled sleep.
He stayed still by the door, taking in the sight of the two bodies before him. They lay on their sides facing each other, their legs and arms entwined, their hair splayed out on the pillows and their skin glistening. He could see the soft rise and fall of their chests, and the peaceful look on their faces as they slept.
He knew he deserved this, whatever this affair was. He couldn't blame his wife for seeking out affection when he provided her with none. But he would have never expected it to be her closest handmaiden.
He was intrigued by the pair and found himself approaching the bed. He could see your breasts peeking out from the sheets, the way your skin was flushed, and how your hair was sticking to your face and neck. His wife's skin was the same, her cheeks rosy and her lips parted, soft snores escaping.
This was a gift and he couldn't deny himself a taste.
He pulled off his gloves and cloak, leaving them in a heap on the floor, then he approached his wife. He leaned over her, placing a hand on her hip, feeling her warmth against his palm. He slowly slid his hand up her side and over her shoulder, caressing her cheek. He could hear her soft sigh, and her body began to stir as he gently pushed her hair away from her face.
He leaned down and placed a tender kiss on her cheek, her skin soft and supple beneath his lips. "Rhaenyra," he purred, kissing further down to her neck, sucking on the sensitive skin, "what are you dreaming about?"
She shifted a little, her head lolling to the side as he kissed her shoulder. Her lips parted, and a quiet moan escaped her, and she turned her head towards him.
"Daemon?" she muttered, her voice sleepy.
He hummed, the sound vibrating against her skin, his stubble scratching her, "wake up, love."
Her eyes slowly opened, and the realization that her husband was home washed over her.
"Daemon," she repeated, her eyes widening.
He pulled back and met her gaze, his lips curling into a wicked grin.
"Hello, my love," he said, his voice low, his tone teasing.
Her heart started to race and she looked over at you, her face reddening when she saw your sleeping form.
"She's new," Daemon commented, noticing the way she watched you, "your first, yes?"
Rhaenyra's blush darkened as she nodded.
He smiled and walked over to you, reaching out and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His eyes scanned over your body, noticing the way the sheets barely covered your naked form.
"You have good taste," he said, his fingers brushing your cheek, his knuckles lightly grazing your lips.
She couldn't help but watch the way his eye raked over your body, how his touch lingered. It stirred something within her, something she had never felt before. She didn't feel jealous, nor did she feel embarrassed, rather she was curious.
Daemon noticed her watching, and he glanced over at her, smirking at the look on his wife's face.
"Did she teach you much?" he asked her, his fingers running down your arm.
"Some," Rhaenyra answered, her eyes following his fingers, her chest rising and falling as her breathing quickened.
"Show me," Daemon said, looking up at her.
Her eyes met his and her heart skipped a beat. She wanted to, she desperately wanted to. The idea of sharing you with him, showing him what you had taught her, ignited a fire in her, one that burned hotter than the one that burned between the two of them.
She nodded, moving towards you, her eyes locked on his.
He smiled, walking over to the nearby table and pouring himself a glass of wine. He leaned back against the table and took a sip as he watched his wife slowly wake you.
You felt a gentle touch on your cheek, a thumb brushing over your lips. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, and your gaze was met by beautiful purple ones, a loving smile gracing the lips of the young queen.
Her kiss was tender and sweet, her hand caressing your cheek as she deepened the kiss. A quiet moan escaped you, and you returned the kiss, reaching out to cup her face, pulling her closer.
The kiss quickly became heated, both of you desperate to taste and feel each other. Your hands wandered, touching and groping, and you let out a soft moan against her lips.
That's when you heard a low, raspy laugh. Your eyes shot open and you looked over Rhaenyra's shoulder and saw Daemon standing by the table, a wine goblet in his hand, his eyes fixed on you.
He smirked, raising his drink in your direction.
Your cheeks burned, realizing the king consort was watching. You quickly sat up, pulling the sheets over your body as Rhaenyra's gaze flicked between you and him.
"No, please, continue, I was enjoying the show," Daemon chuckled, taking a long swig of his wine.
You felt your cheeks heat up under his gaze and your body tensed as his eyes drifted down your naked body, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. You could tell by the growing bulge in his trousers that he was indeed turned on by what he was seeing.
His smile grew, clearly enjoying how flustered you were, how his presence had caught you off guard.
Daemon turned and walked across the room, locking the door, making a point to look at the two of you as he did so. Rhaenyra looked at you and then back at him, swallowing hard as he slowly began walking towards the bed, his footsteps echoing on the stone floor.
He pulled his tunic over his head and tossed it aside, standing before you and Rhaenyra bare-chested. His body was covered in scars from past battles, the damaged skin shining slightly in the moonlight. His eyes were burning with a fire that made the pit of your stomach flutter.
Panic flooded your mind, clouding your reasoning. You quickly scrambled out of bed, holding the sheet to your body. You bowed, your legs trembling slightly as you lowered yourself in front of him.
"M-my king conso-, f-forgive me. I-I...I'm so sorry." You stuttered, your voice shaking, feeling your heart race.
You didn't dare look up at him. You kept your head down and your eyes focused on his feet.
He chuckled, looking at his wife then back at you, taking in the sight of you kneeling before him, your body quivering and the blanket barely covering your breasts. He could see the panic in your eyes, and the way you trembled, like a small bird that had just been caught by a predator.
Daemon grabbed you by the wrist, his grip strong but gentle, pulling you to your feet and back towards the bed, pushing you down next to his wife. You gasped as your back hit the soft mattress and you looked up at him, fear and confusion in your eyes.
"Relax," he whispered, his voice low, his hand reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his thumb tracing the outline of your lips.
Your gaze flicked between him and Rhaenyra. They had an intense gaze, and it was clear they had a connection, an energy, a bond. Their eyes locked onto each other, and Daemon smiled, bringing his free hand up to cup her cheek.
"She's a lovely creature, isn't she?" He mused, his eyes still on his wife.
"Yes," Rhaenyra whispered, her cheeks burning and her heart pounding.
"You enjoyed her?"
"Very much."
He hummed, his hand moving up and grasping her chin, pulling her close and kissing her.
You watched in awe as his lips moved against hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth. Rhaenyra's hands rested on his shoulders, clinging tightly to him. You could see her nipples were hard, her breasts pressing against his chest.
"I can taste her on your lips." He said, his voice low, his gaze flicking to you.
Your face turned red, and you couldn't stop staring. They were so beautiful together, their passion seemed to radiate off of them.
Rhaenyra turned to you and smiled, her cheeks flushed and her eyes full of lust.
Daemon smirked, pulling back and moving to lean against the headboard, his eye raking over your body, his cock straining against his trousers.
"Well, don't let me stop you," he said, taking another swig of his wine.
Rhaenyra's eyes sparkled with mischief as she turned back to you. She pressed her lips to yours, kissing you deeply, her hands roaming your body.
Daemon watched with a grin, his hand moving to his crotch, squeezing his erection as she kissed down your jaw, moving to your neck and over the swell of your breasts. Her lips leaving a trail of warm, wet kisses on your skin.
Daemon's eyes were fixed on the two of you as Rhaenyra's kisses traveled further down your body, stopping between your legs. You felt her warm breath on your thighs, and you couldn't help but moan softly, feeling her mouth move closer to your aching core.
"Look at me," Daemon commanded.
You turned your head, meeting his gaze, his eyes burning into you as Rhaenyra pressed a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh. Her lips traveled up and over your mound, her inexperience was evident, but the young queen was determined to prove herself.
You let out a soft whimper, your hips lifting off the bed, feeling her warm tongue slowly drag up the length of your pussy. She moved her tongue between your lips, tasting the wetness that had pooled there.
Daemon watched with amusement, his eyes darkening as Rhaenyra began to lap and suck. Her mouth was warm and wet, her tongue moving in slow circles. She was doing well, making you squirm with need.
You couldn't stop the moans from escaping your lips, your hands gripping the sheets. Daemon untied his breeches, freeing his erect cock.
It was a beautiful sight, seeing him slowly stroke himself, his gaze never leaving the two of you. To be in the presence of two dragons was an honour, but to be fucked by the two of them was something else entirely.
Daemon moved closer to the two of you, his hand reaching out, caressing the curve of your cheek. He cupped your chin and tilted your head, turning your attention away from his wife and onto him.
He leaned down and kissed you deeply, his tongue darting into your mouth. His fingers brushed over your nipples, making them harden, his teeth tugging at your lower lip.
Rhaenyra paused, looking up at the two of you kissing, watching as her husband claimed your mouth, his fingers pinching and teasing your breasts. She enjoyed the way you reacted to him, your body quivering beneath them, your hips bucking up towards her.
Daemon slowly pulled away, looking at his wife, and then back at you. His strong hands trailed down your body, his fingers dancing along the curves of your breasts, the swell of your stomach, and the dip of your navel.
Rhaenyra watched his fingers dip inside you, his thumb brushing against your swollen pearl. Your back arched, and you moaned, his touch sending a jolt of pleasure through you.
Daemon smiled and began rubbing you, his fingers moving in slow circles. Then he pulled his fingers out and pushed them past Rhaenyras lips. She sucked them clean, her cheeks flushed as she looked up at him.
"Do you like the way she tastes?" Daemon asked, pulling his fingers from her mouth.
"Yes," she replied, a smile tugging at her lips.
He let out an approving little hum, sitting up and looking down at his wife, his cock still in his hand.
"Continue," he told her.
Rhaenyra nodded and returned to her task, her tongue slow and deliberate, licking and sucking, savoring every drop of you. You felt the heat rising inside of you, the warmth spreading through your body.
You reached out and began to stroke Daemon's cock, his head falling back and his eyes closing.
"Good girl," he said, his voice low.
You pumped his cock, feeling the hard, silky flesh between your fingers, precum leaking from the tip. He moved closer and you licked the head, swirling your tongue around the tip. You could taste the saltiness as you slowly took him into your mouth, feeling the weight of him on your tongue.
You bobbed your head up and down, taking him as deep as you could, your eyes never leaving his. His eyes were dark, filled with lust, his pupils blown wide. He moaned and grabbed a handful of your hair, guiding your head up and down, fucking your mouth.
The sound of his grunts and moans filled the air, along with the soft, wet sounds of Rhaenyras mouth. She had begun to suck harder, her fingers joining her tongue, pumping in and out of you.
You moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending a wave of pleasure through his body, his hips thrusting forward.
"That's it, sweet girl," Daemon murmured, his grip tightening, pulling your hair and forcing you to look up at him. He looked beautiful, his silver hair hanging down, framing his face.
Rhaenyra was moving faster, her tongue and fingers working in tandem, the heat between her thighs intensifying. She pushed you over the edge, your thighs shaking as you came, a muffled moan escaping your lips.
Daemon pulled his cock out of your mouth, smirking as he tapped the tip against your tongue. Then his eyes drifted to his wife, her lips swollen and shining, her cheeks flushed.
He pulled her up and kissed her deeply, tasting the sweetness of your arousal on her lips. He grabbed her hips and pulled her closer, his cock pressing against her stomach.
You watched the two dragons kiss, their tongues sliding against each other, their bodies pressed together. It was a beautiful sight, their silver hair looked as though it was entwined, the moonlight making their skin shine.
Daemon broke the kiss and moved his lips to his wife's neck, sucking and biting, marking her pale skin. She gasped and moaned, her hands pressing into his chest.
You were lying there, your body still trembling from your climax, watching as the queen and king got lost in each other.
You could hear the sounds of their kissing, the soft moans and grunts, the rustling of the sheets. Rhaenyra pushed him back onto the soft bed, trailing kisses over his chest and stomach. Her fingers grazed the scars that covered his chest, the ones she knew all too well.
Daemon watched as his wife took his cock in her mouth, slowly sliding her lips up and down, taking him as deep as she could. He groaned and reached out for you, pulling you closer, his fingers tangling in your hair as he kissed you.
Rhaenyra's eyes met yours, her lips curled around her husband's cock. She looked so beautiful, her eyes wide and filled with lust, her mouth stretched and her cheeks flushed.
She slowly pulled her mouth away from him, moving up to straddle him. He gripped her hips, his eyes filled with desire, his lips parted.
He could feel her wetness against his cock, sliding up and down his length, her breasts bouncing slightly as she moved.
"Kneel for you king," he whispered against your lips, gently biting down on your bottom lip.
You pulled back, slightly confused by his request, until he gestured to his face. You blushed furiously as you realized what he wanted. You moved closer, his hands guiding you, helping you straddle his face, facing Rhaenyra.
She smirked, her eyes locked with yours as you both lowered yourselves. The two of you leaned in and shared a messy kiss, tongues slipping past swollen lips.
Daemon's hummed against you, his stubble scratching your thighs and his hands tight on your hips. He always wanted to die a dragon rider's death... But this? This was a glorious way to go.
Rhaenyra's eyes closed, her head resting on your shoulder as she began to move, her hips rocking, his cock hitting that spot deep inside her. Daemon had never felt such pure bliss, the taste of you on his tongue and the feeling of his wife riding him, the sounds of soft moans like a chorus.
The three of you were lost in the heat and the pleasure, the taste and the touch. You could hear the bed creaking, the headboard hitting the wall, the sheets rustling, the sound of lips and skin crashing against one another.
You watched the way your queen rode her husband, her body moving like water, her hips rolling and grinding against his. You reached down to where they were connected, touching her, feeling the wetness of her arousal mixed with the thickness of her husband's cock.
Daemon groaned and held you tighter, his grip on your hips almost bruising, his mouth devouring you.
Rhaenyra leaned in and kissed you, her hands cradling your face, lips crashing together. You could feel your legs beginning to tremble, the pressure of your release building.
"Cum with me," Rhaenyra purred, her forehead pressed to yours.
You nodded, with half lidded eyes, watching Rhaenyra grind her hips faster, her nails scraping down your arms as she held onto you. The pressure inside you became too much and your climax hit you hard. Rhaenyra's moans were loud and breathy, her head thrown back, her pale skin glistening with sweat, her silver hair cascading down her back and the candlelight danced across her skin.
The two of you rode out your highs, gasping and panting. Your fingers intertwined with hers, the smell of sex heavy in the air. Daemon followed soon after, a guttural moan escaping his lips, his cock twitching, his release spilling into his wife.
You slowly climbed off Daemon and collapsed on the bed, the three of you tumbling into a tangle of limbs and sheets.
Rhaenyra snuggled up next to her husband, his arms wrapping around her and pulling her close. You watched the two of them, a small smile on your lips, the love they had for each other was plain to see. Daemon looked over at you, reaching his arm out and beckoning you to him.
You scooted closer, cuddling up to him, his arm wrapping around your waist.
"This is my favorite one so far," he said softly, kissing your forehead.
Rhaenyra giggled, leaning over him to kiss you, her lips soft and warm. You felt safe and content, lying there with the two dragons, their fingers tracing lazy circles on your skin.
"Shall we keep her?" Rhaenyra asked, looking up at her husband, a lazy smile curling at her lips.
"Indeed, we shall," Daemon replied, his hand moving up and down her arm.
The three of you stayed there for a while, enjoying the closeness, the warmth and comfort of each other's bodies. You could feel your eyes beginning to close, the exhaustion creeping in, the heat from them made you feel sleepy and comfortable.
To be in the presence of not just one dragon, but two, was a great honor. But to be their mistress? Their shared lover? That was the rarest of privileges, one that you would savor for the rest of your days.
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cold nights by the fire
cregan stark x betrothed f! reader
cw: smut, piv, creampie, fluff, slightly typical-medieval sexist views, loss of virginity
summary: your soon-to-be husband keeps you warm on your first cold night in Winterfell
Ever since the war ended, nights have grown colder in the regretted absence of most dragonfire in Westeros. High and sharp winds have started growing in the North, sweeping far south of The Wall and clawing at the gates of Winterfell.
Tonight was no different. You had asked your handmaiden to build a fire in the hearth for both your comfort, but with little gain. As soon as you stepped away from the red, licking flames, the cold took over like shadow vanquishing light.
âItâs all in vain.â you mutter, defeated.
âI shall bring more furs, mâlady.â your handmaiden insists, getting up from her spot by the fire.
âDonât.â, you chuckle, âAny more and Iâll suffocate. Theyâll have to send all the guards to come looking for me amongst them come mornâ.â
Your companion lets a shy laugh escape her trembling lips, although short-lived as a tall, broad shadow appears by the door.Â
âMy lady.â Your heart flutters wildly at the unmistakable sound of your betrothedâs voice, so gentle and concerned. âAre you well?â
Nodding for your handmaiden to retreat to her own chamber, you now become aware of your condition; kneeled on the rough tapestry, crumbled into a ball of pelts, hands above the flames. Sour shame washes over you, for having dared to believe you were one of the toughest of your family during harsh times, yet now conquered by the cold on your first night in Winterfell.Â
âCregan.â you shuffle to raise to your feet but your freezing legs arenât eager to heed your intent. âI must admit, my northern blood has betrayed me tonight, for the first time.âÂ
You are startled amidst your struggles to flee from the furs as he braces you with a firm hand on your back, before his other comes around your waist, easily lifting you off the rugs. He walks back, placing you on the soft bed and sitting beside you, the covers rigid with nightâs chill underneath.
âI will not have my lady wife quiver in my own keep.â He rids himself of his cloak swiftly, draping it over your smaller frame. The hastiness of the gesture makes a newfound warmth pool in your veins, reminding you of the same way he is to soon cloak you as his lady, in sight of the Old Gods.Â
âThank you,â You whisper, surprised and stunned, as you cuddle closer into his embrace. His body heat soon seeps into you, your trembling diminishing as his strong arms faintly squeeze more and more.Â
âExhilaratedâ didnât begin to properly describe how you felt when Lord Cregan started courting you not long after he had returned from the southern war of the Targaryens. Your house is pledged to the Starks, but with the safety of the North now secured, he did not deem it necessary to strengthen alliances with marriage anymore, not when he could follow his heart so freely.
A giddy shiver rouses you from oncoming slumber, as the last slither of cold leaves your body in a sneeze you wished you could suppress.Â
âCome closer.â You can feel his hot breath on your face as he moves you over his lap, his right arm running up and down your back in hopes of keeping you warm.
âIs this proper? So soon, before the wedding?â You do not wish to so easily disrespect customs and laws, but it wasn't rare that you found yourself fantasising about finally being his.
âI am merely looking after my beloved. I already vowed to shield you from harm.â You cannot tell if there was a trace of amusement in his tone or if it was just your mind jesting.
âNot before the gods.â
âThe gods knew of the pledge before I could speak it. The ceremony will be held, but my loyalties will have been with you for long before.â The hold around your waist tightens, affectionate.
You look up at him, pondering your next words carefully; but before you could muster up a word, your eyes drift to his lips, only for a moment. He doesn't need a clearer impulse to proceed.
His mouth meets yours with a warm exhale that seems to bewitch you, all senses and shock diffusing into the need of being with him. Your face is hot, the skin of your waist is buzzing under his touch even through thick clothing. Your kiss is shy, despite his growing hunger. He nips at your soft lips, his right hand cradling your face, warm and calloused, yet so tender.
His left palm grazes your thigh, a reassuring safety seasoned with soft need.Â
You cannot dream of stopping him. Your only concern is him ceasing at an awful time, only to return to his usual, honourable self and leave you desperate until the wedding. But he does not back away, more and more enraptured with you, the scent of you, your skin and your soft sighs.Â
He kisses down your jaw, down your throat, wet, hot and open-mouthed. Your body has forgotten all about the sting of cold, leaning back onto the furs. He follows without breaking away, climbing on top of you slowly yet steadily. You moan in surprise as he begins to toy with the back strings of your dress.
âIf you wish me gone, I will be gone at once, wife.â He vows.
Returning into view, he looks at you from atop, his brows soothing at the realisation that you are about to welcome him.
âWarm my bed tonight, husband.â You utter, a featherâs puff aways from his lips.
With that, he descends upon you, tasting your words on your lips, his hands cradling your liquified body like softened candle wax. You're burning up and twisting with excitement under the blazing flame of his heat.Â
His hands slowly rid you of your garments, leaving you in your white shift, before slipping underneath and grabbing your waist. His touch leaves your skin aching and burning behind, his kisses mark you in a scorch palpable only to you. His touch climbs past your waist, coming to fondle the soft flesh of your breasts. Your heart beat is so strong you swear he might feel it as he softly squeezes your tit.
You shuffle in his hold, seeking to press yourself closer and closer into him, as if to become one. He indulges, himself wanting to wrap you up entirely in his embrace. Your soft breasts come flush against his hard chest, legs curling up around his waist as you receive him between your parted thighs.Â
His breathing gradually becomes laboured as he moves against you, pulling the covers over you both. As he continues to caress the curves and dips of your shape, his groin brushes up against your flower and your hips betray you, dragging back up against him. With a low grunt, he frees himself from his breeches with one hand, and you pull at his chemise to fully undress him.
âAre you certain?â You inquire, out of breath.
âAlways have been.â He soothes your worries with another heart-stopping kiss, sealing the premature bedding with an undoubting vow.
You feel him guide himself into you, the tip of his manhood prodding at the pink petals of your unplucked rose, claiming you. He pushes in and you gladly accept him, wet and wanting.Â
âGods, you feel amazing.â He groans above you, finally settled completely into you, before pulling back out and starting to roll his hips, steady yet hard enough to have you tensing at the sudden feeling of kindles in your womb.Â
He sinks deep into you with every thrust, breathing heavy on your neck, groaning in your ear, whipping at the cold and dark of the bedchamber. You can smell the pinewood and musk on him, closer than youâve ever been before, and it drowns out your senses, reducing you to the rapid waters of a river, bending and breaking against harsh stones of mountains, willing and united.Â
You gasp out his name as the air is filled with your moans and pleas, the wood-carved bed frame ramming into the bleak stone walls of Winterfell with an echoless rhythm.Â
He worships your body like you were a godly grace bestowed upon him, listening to your every sound and heeding every sign that he could do more for your pleasure. Eventually his thrusts grow urgent and scattered in between breaths, and before he can muffle your ecstatic whines with another kiss, you come, your delicate flower quivering around him, pushing him into the peak of his own satisfaction.Â
You feel him throb inside, filling you with a strange, new sensation. He collapses by your side, tenderly dragging you with him. He strokes up and down your back, his breaths calming with a deep sigh.
âIs my lady still in discomfort?â He jests lightly, proud with himself and immensely content.
You snuggle at his side, head on his chest. âNo. But I'm afraid I will be in need of your aid every night, my lord.â
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