#rhaenyra targaryen scenario

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Hello, I'm Vênus!

Welcome to my first Kinktober! I chose to write this challenge with two versions: Criminal Minds and House of the Dragon. Each version will be posted every other day.

This is the HOTD Edition. I will update this masterlist and the Criminal Minds Edition every day starting from October 1st, with the AO3 links to the fics. I apologize in advance for any (probable) delays, because I'm gonna try to be consistent but I can't assure you it will really happen. If something goes wrong, don't worry because I will keep writing even after the end of October.

I'm really excited to start, so I hope y'all enjoy! Anyone who wants to be tagged, tell me the specific days you want. And if you want me to tag another or more blog, tell me the usernames.

Each oneshot will have their own trigger warnings. All of them were written with female reader.

⚠️: Most of these fics have dubcon and light dark content, and many of them have Targcest content too.

— day one (02, oct) breeding kink w/ Aegon II Targaryen

— day two (04, oct) threesome FMM w/ Aemond Targaryen & Aegon II Targaryen

— day three (06, oct) degradation + dumbification w/ Aemond Targaryen

— day four (08, oct) somnophilia w/ Aemond Targaryen

— day five (10, oct) nipple play + cockwarming w/ Jacaerys Velaryon

— day six (12, oct) scissoring + voyeurism w/ Helaena Targaryen & Aegon II Targaryen

— day seven (14, oct) thigh riding w/ Rhaenyra Targaryen

— day eight (16, oct) punishment + exhibitionism w/ Aegon II Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen, Gwayne Hightower & Criston Cole

— day nine (18, oct) primal play + breath play w/ Daemon Targaryen

— day ten (20, oct) period sex + blood kink w/ Alicent Hightower

— day eleven (22, oct) spit kink w/ Jacaerys Velaryon

— day twelve (24, oct) threesome FFM w/ Rhaenyra Targaryen & Daemon Targaryen

— day thirteen (26, oct) creampie w/ Jacaerys Velaryon

— day fourteen (28, oct) breast fucking w/ Daemon Targaryen & Alys Rivers

— day fifteen (30, oct) mirror sex w/ Aemond Targaryen & Aegon II Targaryen

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Yan!HOTD Characters as Greek Gods

I want to thank @aphroditelovesu for giving me the inspiration, also side note do not take the gods canonical relationships literally

Viserys as Hades + God of the Underworld and the Dead

Viserys was a god who stood out from the gloomy darkness of his realm. The seat once shared by his beloved wife is now long dead with all the other souls. No temples were erected in his honor on the earthly soil, for the underworld served as his shrine. Still, Viserys lent many of his powers and crafts to help the other gods defeat their enemies, either it be a monster or a titan. When he needed to see his family, he would emerge to the earth itself. There a moral caught his eye. 

Viserys spent a great deal of time observing your everyday life. He enjoyed catching on to all your little habits and tendencies. The god was prepared to wait until your life's string came to an end. In the mean time, all good things came your way. While he wouldn't be able to stop your death from happening, he can certainly make it as peaceful and painless as possible. Viserys will welcome you with the greatest warmth when you arrive in his realm, and you will be surrounded by servants who will carry out your every wish.

Just as he has done all those other times Viserys will give you the time and space you need to adjust to this new, strange world. Desiring your happiness, Viserys might let you visit Earth but only for a short time. The god can't go too long without you by his side. He detests the idea of using coercion to get what he wants, but Viserys must make sure you never leave him. It is a blessing that you are a mortal, completely unaware of the pomegranate seeds that are given to you.

Daemon as Ares + God of War and Courage 

It was Daemon, out of all the gods, who was most frowned upon, the one with the endless list of foes. Many came to fear him and they had every reason to. For Daemon was a powerful god-quick to anger and raring for a fight regardless of the consequences. A jest spread among the gods was that Daemon's one and only true love was war itself. But what a shock it was to see the mortal in the god's arms. With his remarks and the severe violence he inflicted upon the mortals, Daemon, again and again demonstrated nothing but contempt and superiority over them.

Why you attracted the god of war's attention will forever remain a mystery. Could it be you had a fire inside of you that never went out or you had such a gentle soul that the god saw it as his duty to ruin you, or perhaps he saw you as a fair trade for one of his victories. Truthfully, Daemon himself is not fully sure what drew him to you. Still, the god comes to you, luring you in with lavish gifts and words sweet as honey. And if you aren’t compliant, the god sees no issue picking you up while you struggle to free yourself-screaming and clawing. 

Daemon has no care for what other Olympian deities thought when he kept you near him. They were already not fond of him and he was amused to no end to see their frustration, even having you displayed seated on his lap. Your life with Daemon is strangely not as dull and miserable as one might anticipate. He will always be rough and harsh, but you are shown a rare side of gentleness. You may never know if the god truly loves you, but you can be sure that if someone takes what he views as his, he will go to war a hundred times over it.

Rhaenyra as Athena + Goddess of Wisdom and War

Rhaenyra is a goddess with pride. A great warrior. Rhaenyra does not, however, hold humankind in such low regard as the many gods who came before her. She saw herself as their protector and rewarded those who came to worship in her temple. But it's not as if she isn't dangerous. The goddess is unmerciful in her use of curses. Any offense or insult will result in a terrible fate. And what fate bestows upon you when the goddess herself watches you. Desiring you from the very moment she caught sight of you. 

She is a master of disguise. Every word she spoke enticed you further and further into her grasp. There were the fleeting touches the goddess made to your skin to pique your desire. Her lips were painted with a smile that lowered your guard. You find yourself becoming a puppet as Rhaenyra hovers over you, pulling the strings to speak the words she wants you to hear, to touch her how she wants to be touched, and look at her how she wants to be gazed upon. 

Rhaenyra never wants you to leave her realm. The goddess is ready to gift you whatever your heart desires, but the earth is no longer a place you can call home. Rhaenyra will never lay a hand on you; gentle and soft with you. The only times you no longer see your lover but the goddess of war is if you are foolish enough to believe you can get away from her. She won’t understand. Has she not dedicated herself to you. Has she not given you every ounce of her heart. Whatever the reason is, your place remains by her side and she will make sure you know of this.

Rhaenys as Hecate + Goddess of Magic and the Moon

Rhaenys, the goddess of sorcery and the moon, who her domain also extends to creatures of the night; particularly hounds and ghosts. She’s often seen accompanied by her black hounds, donning a long robe, holding burning torches. Neither was she evil, nor was she wholly benevolent, but she did reveal her nature through actions, rewarding loyalty among her followers. Captivated by your presence in her temple, the goddess of sorcery was drawn to your compassion and innocence. She found herself spending more time just observing you, enchanted by how your features glowed in the gentle embrace of moonlight. 

Rhaenys has always been confident and assertive, when she’s certain that she desires you, she’ll do whatever it takes to have you by her side. However, she’ll stray away from using force. If she’ll seek your companionship, Rhaenys resolutes in waiting it be your choice, to love her the same rather than do it with instilling fear in you. Her introduction was gradual, allowing you to adapt in time to her presence. Much of this is involved in simple conversations, where she enjoys getting to know the little details of your life (even if she already knew most of it). 

Instead of overwhelming you with extravagant gifts, she opted for small trinkets. And adding to the ease of your connection, Rhaenys’s mystical hounds display a fondness for you, allowing you to pet them. Even when you remain in her domain, Rhaenys remains steadfast in not forcing you to love her. She has all the patience as the goddess begins to slowly express her affection more openly with gentle caresses to your face as she presents you with more lavish gifts. Her patience was rewarded seeing how eager you are to spend every moment with her.

Corlys as Poseidon + God of the Sea and Waters

Not only was Corlys the god of the seas but also associated with earthquakes and horses. He stood out as a highly ambitious deity and known for his unwavering loyalty to Mount Olympus. Unlike some deities, Corlys is willing to engage with mortals, after all, they have a dependence on the seas for trade and travel. However, it’s also known that when dealing with the god of the sea, do not try to trick or cross him, for he has demonstrated a vengeful nature when felt insulted. 

It was during your many ventures near the beach, having a profound love and fascination for the sea that you encountered the god of the sea. In your frequent visits, the shores yielded treasures ranging from the most beautiful seashells to even a literal pearl, a gift from the god. Upon making his presence known, Corlys takes matters into his own hands. Taking you to the temple beneath the sea as he cannot rely on chance encounters by the shore and it’ll save him all the trouble of finding you if you choose to never visit again. 

Your place from now on remains with Corly’s temple. He has made promises to make you visit the shore from time to time once he’s confident you won’t attempt an escape. Eager to please, Corlys has an allure of lost treasures within his home, offering you any if you desire. He also takes great care to ensure your comfort, harboring no intention of causing harm or raising his voice. His desire is clear- to have you willingly at his side. 

Laena as Aphrodite + Goddess of Love and Beauty

Laena was more than just being thegoddess of beauty and love; she was one of fertility, pleasure, and eternal youth. Occasionally she presided over marriage. Legends went so far as to attribute her beauty to being the cause of the Trojan War. Despite her being desired and adored by everyone, even capturing the affections of the infamous god of war himself, Laena's heart chose you; a mortal who didn’t seem all that extraordinary. But none of that mattered to the goddess of love, who found herself drawn to you, desiring nothing more than for you to share her boundless love and adoration. 

When Laena first approached you, she displayed no hesitation in expressing her clear intentions of wanting to court you. Doves and sparrows seemed to fly around you. In the vicinity of your home, myrtles and roses bloomed abundantly and Laena took it upon herself to personally hand you the blossoms, alongside the most marvelous seashells. Whenever you expressed gratitude or attempted to deny her gifts out of politeness, Laena would firmly assure you that you deserved nothing but the best. As she would engage in conversations, Laena would hold your gaze, running her fingers on your cheek or shoulder with such tenderness. 

Even after you became hers, Laena never stops showering you with praise and luscious gifts. The dresses she adorned you with were among the most lavish you had ever seen, and men would certainly go to war for the jewelry that adorned your skin. And for her home, which she claims is now your home too, she’s willing more than anything to accommodate any of your demands to make it all the more welcoming. Whether it’s placing all your favorite books or presenting you all your favorite foods. After all, you’re destined to spend the rest of your life with her.  

Otto as Zeus + God of the Sky and Thunder 

Otto stood as the god among gods, the force behind the establishment of order and justice in Olympus. It was his duty as king, to reign and ensure harmony throughout the divine realm. He had a number of children; it counted those that were outside of his marriage. Mortals and gods alike collectively averted their gaze, as the god of thunder desired to maintain an image of a prudent and a pious. And while like any god, he considered himself above mortal beings, he would observe them with keen interest. 

Unfortunate for you, if you happened to catch his eye, resisting him was a futile endeavor. It began with him orchestrating ways to make your life more comfortable — discovering the lushest trees near your home, bearing the most delectable fruits you'd ever savor. An eagle, acting as his messenger, would shower you with all sorts of gifts, from fragrant olive oils to delicate silver coins and ivory trinkets. The weather seemed to dance to his whims, birds serenading under the radiant sun.

It was also his way to signal his presence, a silent acknowledgment a being beyond the mortal realms was watching. And when his presence becomes known, he vows to treasure you for eternity (hinting at what’ll become of your mortal life). It’s difficult to deny him with all the myriad blessings he bestowed upon you. Once you’re brought to his home, he will present you with a luxurious silk robe and servants who dutifully follow your every command. Even if you resist, his determination remains unswayed. As a god, time was his ally and he believed in due course, you would succumb to his temptations.

Alicent as Hera + Goddess of Marriage and Childhood

Alicent stood as the embodiment of matrimony and domestic life, a revered figure to whom women turned in prayer for the blessings of harmonious marriages, the safe return of their husbands, and in hopes of birthing a healthy child. Despite her attempts to project a demure demeanor, the goddess had a silent reputation for her jealousy and occasional vengefulness. Alicent had divine authority, navigating the intricate game of politics and perhaps that was why no one dared to question her decision to bring a mortal being along.  

It was all under the reason of needing a servant though you were not yet married, still, no one dared to voice it. As her supposed servant, you were strangely exempt from menial tasks such as washing clothes or scrubbing the floor; such duties were deemed beneath you. Instead, the majority of your days were spent in the company of the goddess. You found yourself dressing and brushing Alicent’s hair as she shared her grievances about the perceived foolishness surrounding her court. 

Your time was further consumed by tending to Hera’s children and grandchildren, and her strictures extended to where you were not permitted to eat meals with other servants. In truth, the goddess had little need for another servant. But you a mortal, had sought her prayer, coming to her temple wishing for a happy life for the arrangement your parents orchestrated for you. But Alicent had been watching you long before and you have become the object of her desire. She promised to find you a suitor but the intensity of her gaze and the uncanny resemblance between the necklace of hers and the one she gifted you hints at something beyond that. 

Aegon II as Dionysus + God of Wine and Pleasure 

Aegon is known for seemingly lazy nature and rarely being seen sober, he’s notorious for the wild parties and dramatic theaters he orchestrates. The many lovers he has are ones that no one bothers to learn their names, as they typically don’t linger beyond a day. The few bastards he fathered are not accounted for. When the god of wines comes upon you, there was an unmistakable eagerness to have you in his bed. While you and others are at no fault to assume that it was driven solely by lust, you soon find it unraveled beyond that. 

As a mortal, the prospect of rejecting a god was not a reasonable one. His presence was suffocating with a possessive jealousy over your interactions with others and an incessant need for you to be near him. At times, he would pull you into his lap, craving for your affection and praise. Besides his constant need to have you share his bed at every turn, his lingering hands, and wanting your every attention, it’s not as terrible as one initially assumes. 

The god of wine provided you with the sweetest food, accompanied of course by his signature wine. He adorned you in exquisite clothing, though in the privacy of his chambers, they were far more revealing and sheer. While it was somewhat accepted to have fleeting lovers for a day, appearing with you by his side on every occasion garnered disapproval from the other gods. However, Aegon was indifferent; no stranger to being considered a disappointment. You were the one thing he was sure of, even harboring a secret desire to make you immortal, hoping you don’t notice how different your wine tastes.

Helaena as Persephone + Goddess of Seasons and Vegetation

Helaena possessed a kind of gentleness that was unusual among the gods. She carried herself with such grace and consideration. Helaena grew up to be a lovely woman who caught the interest of gods and humans alike. With mortals, the goddess did not look down on them. If anything, Helaena seemed to see the goodness and beauty in them despite all of their flaws. It therefore comes as no great surprise when the goddess seems so enchanted by you-a simple mortal. 

Helaena spent many days watching you. She possessed unending patience. What a fascinating sight you are. Deemed by the goddess to be the most beautiful being to ever walk this earth. Helaena cared nothing more than your happiness hence why you come home to a plethora of gifts and trinkets. It could be the most delicious fruit you've ever eaten or a dress the goddess sewed herself. And wherever you are, you found plants growing all around that never seem to wither-fruits and vegetables you never imagined would ever grow there.

Helaena was content as long as she could see you every day. Even if she couldn't speak or stand before you. All that mattered to her was to see your lovely smile as you open her gifts or to hear your joyful laughter. But shall you wish to meet her. Shall you seem unsatisfied with your life. Helaena will make her presence known. The goddess is nothing but a tender lover. Giving you all the time you need to adjust to her realm. Happy to watch from a distance and just speak with you.

Aemond as Apollo - God of Sun and Art

Aemond was also a god of music, truth, and healing, he was considered wise even at such a relatively young age. He enjoyed writing poems and believed in law and order. Unlike his brother, Aemond was recognized for his numerous contributions, particularly in the realms of medicine and prophecy. Aemond shows intense loyalty to his family and a great love for his mother but also is known for his jealousy and a wrathful nature; particularly when he perceives insults directed at his family or either himself. 

Many of your actions could’ve caught his eye, your visits to his temple, your singing voice echoing through the fields, how you immersed yourself far away from everyone else with the books you read. He doesn’t wish to frighten you,  guided by a gentle approach to engage you in conversations. You can feel his gaze follow you, a silent presence that seems to accompany your every move. In due time, Aemond would express his desire for you to be his lover, to not only give him your body, but your mind and soul. Even if you do not share his feelings, denying him is not advisable, Aemond is not one for rejections. 

Even if you were to deny him, Aemond would still bring you to Mount Olympus, introducing you to the other gods, making sure you understood that your place belonged with him. And while he attempts to give you some space, the god of the sun cannot bring himself to stay away. Aemond sought to spend every moment of the day with you, from sharing the same bed, to waking together to sharing meals. He yearns to hear your every thought from the flowers you liked to your opinion on the poetry he’s dedicated to you.

Criston as Heracles + Demi- God of Strength and Heroes

Criston was born a mortal. Yet even as a child, Criston showed such strength and courage unmatched by any other. He has proven to be a fierce warrior over the years. While he was hailed as a hero, many of his rage-fueled actions beg to differ. It took Criston to die to be reborn as the Demi-god. Taken from the flames to Mount Olympus where he was granted eternal youth and the right to live among the gods. He was offered a goddess, but Criston had his eyes set somewhere else.

Criston believes he must protect you. That you need him far more than he needs you. You are just a mere mortal. One fall can be fatal. Doesn't matter that his involvement could be the very reason your life is at forfeit. Makes no difference the many times you struggle and try to escape him. Criston holds you in his arms, repeating the same mantra over and over. That you have a need for him. That he must shield you from all those who will harm you. He rarely leaves your side, and no amount of begging or insults will convince him to do so.

As your lover, you have a man capable of crushing a village to ruins, capable of winning against an army. You bring out the worst in him, the madness. A madness seen in the mere thought of you being in another’s arms. Criston won't accept the possibility of your death. He was blessed with the gift of immortality and will stop at nothing to grant you the same blessing. A wonderful thought to him, but a nightmare to you. Given the chaos that will be left behind, the gods may grant him his wish.

[danyseastar]

hot take maybe but the only reason most show runners/producers/writers/etc. age up the (female) characters from book to show adaptation is to overtly sexualize them and not face mass amounts of scrutiny for it.

put 13 year old daenerys next to 30 year old drogo and the audience understands that daenerys is a victim to him and not an equal. put 22 year old emilia clarke as daenerys next to 32 year old jason mamoa as drogo and they’re seen as a budding romance with a tragic ending (by the general audience) due to their on screen chemistry.

flash forward to today, and now we’re dealing with 21 year old milly alcock playing rhaenyra from 14-19 and how her relationship with (28 year old fabien) a mid twenties criston is seen as -morally acceptable- and not a result of a degenerate pedophile taking advantage of and grooming his charge. “ser criston protects the princess from her enemies, but who protects the princess from ser criston?” rhaenyra was 14 when rumors started speculating that she slept with an almost 30 year old criston. a criston who had know her since she was 8 and had been her sworn shield since she was 9. obviously seeing a teenager in the early stages of puberty next to a fully grown man would emphasize rhaenyra being THE victim, as opposed to the show having an 18-19 year old explore her sexuality and seek out ‘consensual’ sex with her peer bodyguard. the discourse has even reached the point where certain stans try to paint the much younger woman as the perpetrator and aggressor of this event, who forced the unassuming man into having sex with her.

i’ll even take this a step farther, and bring up how if they had shown a 19 year old alicent abusing a 10 year old rhaenyra it would be identified and mutually agreed upon as a reprehensible act on alicent’s part. instead they’re of similar age, so people can attempt to paint the picture as two women of equal standing hating each other, and not a much older woman bullying a motherless child. once again however, some stans even go so far as to try and paint alicent as a victim of rhaenyra, and not the other way around. further cementing this is how both versions of alicent are younger than both versions of rhaenyra, AND how criston is still played by an actor who is younger than older!rhaenyra despite his character being the same age as daemon in canon.

they know exactly what they’re doing too, considering they aged alicent down to give her that innate compassion one typically feels when seeing children being abused on tv (something that can no longer be applied to rhaenyra). despite that never being her story; *she* was the abuser, and rhaenyra was her victim. criston’s victim. it’s a nasty cop out, and i wish more people would call out how sickening it is to flip the switch and attempt to make abusive individuals more sympathetic than the *actual* victims of said abusers.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Rhaenyra with prompt 10 plz

Prompt list - 10. Mutual Masturbation [F/F]

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Rhaenyra sighed as she sat at her vanity. Preparing for bed, but even looking at her own reflection seemed exhausting at this point.

Had she known the burden of taking the crown and wearing it would be so much, she may have just laid it down to begin with.

“Your Grace,” Rhaenyra turned from her reflection and frivolous thoughts, “are you alright?”

“Oh, yes, I am fine.” She told her ladies maid before returning to getting ready for bed. “Just a little tired. That’s all.”

“Hmmm…yes. It has been a long day, hasn’t it.” The young woman came up behind her Queen. Taking the brush and taking over the duties of brushing her long, silver hair. “Any word from Prince Daemon?”

Rhaenyra’s face soured but played it off as if she had hit some knot. “No. Not yet. But we will.” The last part was added as more of a hope than a fact. “I do not wish to talk about that right now. I do not wish to think about anything right now.”

The Queen sighed and slouched in her chair. Her maid chuckled a little and sat the brush down. “Shall I help with that instead, your grace?”

Rhaenyra looked up at the other woman. Her face sincere and non-judgmental. The first face in days she had seen that wanted nothing of her, save Rhaenyra’s happiness. “Yes.”

They come over to the bed and the maid helped her strip out of her nightclothes. “You too.” She ordered. This was not the first time they had done this. Her maid helping her ‘relax’. But Rhaenyra preferred them both to be naked when they did. There was something…vulnerable about it when she was naked and her maid was not. Too much the potential for danger; but perhaps that was her paranoia of late.

“Of course, your grace.” She agreed and stripped out of her simple clothes as well.

They lay on the bed facing each other. A long moment passes over them. Both waiting for the other to move and initiate. No one was sure who moved first, but soon enough they were kissing and the maid’s soft but still calloused hands roamed over Rhaenyra’s body.

Rhaenyra moaned softly into the kiss. Realizing now how devoid of touch she had been since Daemon had left. Her girl’s finger tips brush over a swiftly pebbling nipple. Down her center and over her naval. Finally seeking  purchase between her thighs. “Oh Gods…” Rhaenyra moaned. Hips almost instantly bucking against those practiced fingers.

The digits stroke at her core and moistened folds. Brush over her pearl in a way that makes her shiver. Mind going blank in the fog of passion, just like she wanted.

Rhaenyra’s own hand reached out for her maid and started to touch her as well. “Your grace,” the other woman sighed wantonly, “you needn’t….this is to help you. About what you want.”

“This is what I want.” Rhaenyra told her. Thighs trembling as their panting breathes mix together amongst the whispers of their secret. “Would you deny your Queen?”

The other woman whimpered and leaned in to kiss her Queen.

Their hands continue to touch and fondle each other in the dark. Soon enough, they were rutting against each other like animals. Devoid of the pleasantries of their stations and replaced with the primal urge for climax.

Rhaenyra came first. Apex seizing around her maid’s fingers as her whole body shook. Grasping at her with her free hand while the other toyed with her maid’s clit further to send her over the edge as well.

When it was over, and the fuzzy feeling of the fog had lifted, Rhaenyra turned to slide herself beneath the sheets and felt the bed shift for her maid to leave. “Wait. Don’t go.” The other woman paused, dress in her hand. For a moment looking just a pen drop fearful as Targareyn’s were known to change their mood like the winds. “It is rather cold tonight. I could use a bedwarmer for the evening.”

It was no lie. Dragonstone was much cooler than King’s Landing. Cooler in climate. Cooler in company. Cooler without Daemon here beside her.

Her maid smiled shyly and dropped her dress back to the ground. “Of course, your grace, whatever you need.” She crawled back into bed with Rhaenyra. Coiling about her as the Queen wished before the two fell asleep.

[lady-ashfade]

*⁀➷ Bakery Masterlist

𑁍 ࣪˖ Welcome to the place where you will find all the posts for the bakery event! Mostly a place to see if your requests a had been posted, but I recommend you go look at the ticket page. That’s where you find all the orders I have to make, not all requests were taken.

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ೃ࿔[Order Takeout?][Chocolate Roll][Izuku Midoriya]

ೃ࿔[Barks And Chains][Blueberry Pie][Yandere!Class 1A]

ೃ࿔[Skipping Supper?][Strawberry Rolls][Aegon ii Targaryen]

ೃ࿔[Made A Fool][Blueberry Cookies][Jacaerys Velaryon]

ೃ࿔[Her Protector][Strawberry Rolls][Rhaenyra Targaryen]

ೃ࿔[Blind Date][Strawberry Macaroons][Shoto Todoroki]

ೃ࿔[Warm Embrace][Strawberry Macaroons][Jacaerys Velaryon]

ೃ࿔[Crashing Waves][Bakery Event][Death comfort: her uncle, his brother, marriage comfort, bonding over loss]

ೃ࿔[Scales][Vanilla Macaroons][Short & Sweet, hc’s]

ೃ࿔[The Green Sea][Bakery Event][Jealousy, Luke Being Jealous, Little Angst, Arguing][2.2k]

ೃ࿔[Sworn To Me][Bakery Event][Yandere behaviors, Possessive, This set before Viserys dies, manipulation]

ೃ࿔[Broken Shoes][Bakery Event][Yandere Behaviors, Stalking, Weapons Mentions, Kidnap kinds, Villains Au, Non-Quriks Au.]

[diamantar]

UNIÓN INDIRECTA

→ Lucerys Velaryon x fem!Targaryen!OC | Alicent Hightower x Rhaenyra Targaryen.

✦ Sinopsis: La vida no deseó que estuvieran juntas, pero sus hijos eran capaces de unirlas en formas más allá de la simple compresión.

✦ Advertencias: Incesto / Matrimonio arreglado / Nacimiento / Fluff.

✦ Palabras: 738

✦ Pedido: @dlwlrmas-world

Alicent jadeó ansiosa y sostuvo con más ímpetu la mano de su hija, quien concentraba toda fuerza existente en pujar. Lanzó la cabeza hacia atrás y gruñó apretando los dientes, la Hightower temiendo que los rompiera mientras las venas del cuello saltaban y sudor caía desde la linea del cabello.

—¡Solo un poco más, Princesa! —exclamó la partera en jefe.

La joven soltó el aire contenido y miró el techo sin un pensamiento coherente, el dolor de una nueva contracción transformándole el rostro y preparándola para repetir el proceso.

—¡Viene, viene, viene! —avisó una ayudante arreglando un gran paño.

—¡Ahí…!

El agudo alarido del bebé penetró profundo en los oídos y sonrisas se formaron, palabras escurridizas rebotando en las paredes mientras las sirvientas se movían de un lado a otro.

—Lo lograste —suspiró Alicent extremadamente aliviada, con la mano libre yendo a quitarle el cabello del rostro.

—Por los Siete —jadeó exhausta, instintivamente acomodando los brazos y recibiendo a la pequeña criatura.

—Es un varón, mi Reina —festejaron las comadronas.

—¿Sano? —preguntaron madre e hija.

—Absolutamente. Respira y no presenta deformidades.

La joven miró al niño y sonrió rozando con cuidado una de las rojizas mejillas, enseguida saltando en el lugar gracias a las desgarradoras puntadas.

—Llamen a mi esposo —ordenó a una de las sirvientas.

La Hightower se puso recta y aguardó manteniendo modales, el Velaryon cruzando las puertas en menos de un parpadeo. Admiró la caótica escena y la sangre en las sabanas, pálido y tenso perdiendo el apuro y dando pasos inseguros al interior de la habitación.

—¿Cómo estás? —indagó, nervioso echando vistazos al pequeño bulto mientras se aseguraba de que ella no estuviera en peligro.

—Agotada y adolorida —reconoció relajando el cuello contra las almohadas—. Acercate, saluda a tu primogénito.

Lucerys cumplió y se inclinó a ver al bebé de rubios cabellos, con labios entreabiertos analizando cada detalle como si fuera irreal que aquello también lo creó él.

—Tan pequeño... —murmuró fascinado, la fijación siendo tal que ignoró la presencia de su madre.

Alicent tensó los hombros y conectó miradas con Rhaenyra, la cual asintió en reconocimiento antes de pasar.

—Felicitaciones —habló sincera colocándose al lado del muchacho.

—Gracias —dijo sonriente sintiendo un gran entumecimiento en las caderas—. ¿Quieres ver a tu nieto?

La oferta le recordó que finalmente era abuela y por unos segundos quedó petrificada, al momento mirando al pequeño tan desconcertada como Lucerys. Alicent ocultó la gracia que le provocaba verlos tan asombrados y se sumió en sus pensamientos, años atrás jamás imaginando estar en una situación como aquella.

Cuando el arreglo del matrimonio fue propuesto ciertamente se había manifestado en contra, pero no podía negar que el trato era beneficioso al los Velaryon ser una casa histórica llena de poder y dinero. Además, por más que prefirió hacer ojos ciegos, no podía negar los sentimientos de amor entre su hija y Lucerys. Empezó a temer las consecuencias de interponerse en el romance, por lo que, luego de mucha consideración, aceptó y aseguró la línea Hightower en Marcaderiva.

La noticia contentó a Viserys y rápido preparó la boda, los jóvenes uniéndose en alegría y poniéndose a trabajar en traer descendencia apenas tuvieron oportunidad. Tomó algunos meses, pero el embarazo pasó increíblemente rápido y ahora estaban ante la prueba irrefutable de la unión de las figuras femeninas más importantes del reino. Alicent jamás esperó que su relación con Rhaenyra llegara a nuevo puerto después del gran distanciamiento, pero aquel momento parecía sacado de un sueño.

La reina inspiró profundo y junto las manos al frente, con cariño admirando la escena hasta que sintió los claros ojos Targaryen posados en ella. Levantó la vista y conectó con la princesa, el sentimiento en aquellos irises hablando más de lo que alguna vez podría salir de sus labios. El corazón inmediatamente se aceleró y sintió los pómulos amenazar con tomar color, por un momento perdiendo noción del alrededor y confiando que estaban solas en los aposentos. De pronto el llanto del bebé cortó el aire y Rhaenyra miró al niño, allí golpeándola la concepción de que habían creado vida a través de sus hijos.

La descabellada idea empalideció a Alicent, pero la sonrisa y aura maternal de su antigua compañera solo la llevó a fantasear irracionalmente. Generar existencia entre dos mujeres era imposible, pero, ante los jóvenes nuevos padres, de alguna manera podía confirmar que lo habían logrado.

[saltywinteradult]

This is what people need to understand: Rhaenicent isn't for Alicent stans, it exists for Rhaenyra fans only.

They would never have Rhaenyra grovel at Alicent's feet.

They would never have Rhaenyra agree to make Aegon II her heir instead of Jace.

They would never have Rhaenyra forgive Aemond for Luke's death.

They would never have Rhaenyra abandon her children and people.

It's the reason I could never like Rhaenicent, from Day 1 it was made abundantly clear that this ship existed solely to prop up Rhaenyra.

I think you are entirely correct, anon​ - but only about canon Rhaenicent.

Of course the hack HotD writers were never going to disrespect Nyra Sue like they disrespected Alicent. And most Rhaenicent shippers are Rhaenyra stans who are fine with that. It’s perfectly fine if that’s a dealbreaker to you - but allow me to elaborate on why it isn’t to me.

Wanting a pairing to get together in canon is not the only way to ship. I am a tragedy enjoyer first and a human being second; the appeal of Rhaenicent to me lies in Rhaenicent as a tragic lost love that never could be, because they were doomed by the narrative to become enemies. (Or as a hilarious ”broke up and made it everyone’s problem” dynamic when I’m in a facetious mood. Gay sex would probably make this situation worse but they should try anyway etc etc) Most of the many, many, many times I've stated this opinion, I've seen at least a couple of people agreeing with me. While we are in the minority among Rhaenicent shippers, we do exist. So it should go without saying that I hate, hate, HAAATE what the show did with Rhaenicent in season 2.

However, while the show writers are unfortunately beholden to their stupid, stupid version of the canon story, fans aren't! There's nothing stopping anyone from writing what the HotD writers should've written - Alicent and Rhaenyra pining away for each other, going to war and hating every minute of it, yet unable to do anything but hurt each other over and over because they were forced to become enemies. Or writing a fic where Rhaenyra grovels at Alicent’s feet. Or writing any of the countless canon divergent scenarios where Rhaenicent could’ve happened without butchering either character.

So yes, anon, canon Rhaenicent unfortunately exists only to prop​ up Rhaenyra. I am with the haters on that one. But fanon Rhaenicent is ours to do with as we wish.

[wingedshoes]

thinking about how alicent would feel if she had backed rhaenyra all along, otto was banished when he should've been and now she lives as rhaenyra's old secret then a new secret, always seen and whispered about, always second to daemon-

[sheeple]

A purple-coloured eye for your purple-eyed son

Part two | Part three

Princess Y/n Velaryon ─ the first child of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and Ser Leanor Velaryon and their only true child together ─ is woken up by a ruckus outside her chambers. She sleepily gets up and puts on a robe before opening her chamber doors.

She follows after the many servants and ends up in the Hall of Nine, where chaos is happening.

Her brothers are being tended to by their grandfather, with cuts, blood, and bruises on their faces. Her cousins are with her grandmother, all seeming unharmed.

On the other side of the room is Prince Aemond. His back is turned towards her while he's tended to by a maester and his mother. A grim atmosphere hangs around them.

Her mother comes bursting through the doors followed by her great-uncle. Both look dishevelled. She goes to check on her children and looks around for the princess, who's unharmed and just as clueless as her mother. 

Princess Rhaenyra demands what has happened and all the children scream over each other. The King shuts them up and asks his son what has happened.

Bastards. Prince Aemond has called her brothers bastards. 

Everybody points their fingers at each other, claiming that they are the culprits. 

The Queen screams that she wants justice, that she wants her little brother's eye, as he is the one who maimed her son.

As the eldest, Y/n Velaryon sees it as her duty to protect her brothers. So, she backs away from the circle of onlookers and locates a knife. She takes a deep breath as she holds the dagger's point close to her pupil, before plunging it into her eye and pulling back. Her perfect purple eye sits pitifully pierced on the point of the dagger.

She tries to be as quiet as she can, but a few cries escape her lips. The pain is more immense than she could ever imagine. It pulls attention from the crowd behind her, and somebody gasps in shock.

The Princess turns around, blood mixed with tears streaming down her face.

"There you go, Your Highness, a purple-coloured eye for your purple-eyed son." The girl holds out a bloodied hand in which her eyeball stares directly up at the Queen, pierced right through the pupil. She pushes it into the hand of the Queen, who has a look of horrified shock on her face.

The Princess turns around and walks to the doors to exit the room, but not before turning around. "But remember, Queen Hightower, that if your claims about my brothers are true, remember your children are just the same; half-bloods. What you hold in your hand is what you claim to be pure, Valyrian blood."

The Princess bravely walks out of the room, blood and tears running down her face. But once the doors close behind her, her facade falls.

Everybody in the hall can hear the Princess' screams of pain and agony. All to protect her brother. What she couldn't have known, is that her actions would spurt guilt in many people that night. Festering and boiling over the years. The three princes involved in the fight would manifest a large amount of guilt. But not all would deal the same way with the consequences that came out of the night.

[alvsanne]

fully cannot stop thinking about rhaenyra and daemon presumably letting rhaena attempt to claim seasmoke even though they Know laenor is out there

they really said eh probably everything’s fine

[venusbyline]

Sickly ࿐ྂ Kinktober. 14, oct.

— pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x daughter-in-law!reader

— type: smut, angst, Kinktober (House of the Dragon Edition)

— kink: thigh riding

— summary: Motherhood was sickly, sickly enough for a grieving mother to mourn her son's death while kissing her widowed daughter-in-law's lips.

— word count: 3.1k

— tags/warnings: kinktober 14th day, female!reader, Cregan Stark's twin sister!reader, Rhaenyra!mother-in-law, Jacaerys Velaryon's wife!reader, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, thigh riding, nipple licking, lactation kink, fingering, breast worship, overstimulation, crying, disturbing themes, mommy kink, death themes, grief/mourning, mother-son relationship, mother-daughter relationship, praise kink, oral (female receiving) mentioned, vaginal sex mentioned, creampie mentioned, Jacaerys Velaryon's daughter mentioned, labor mentioned, motherhood themes, nightmares, age gap (older woman/younger woman), sexism, implied Targcest (mother/son) BUT NOT REALLY, minor Jacaerys Velaryon x reader, implied Rhaenyra Targaryen x Jacaerys Velaryon BUT NOT REALLY, mild dark, Joffrey Velaryon lives, canon divergence (the Blacks win the Dance of the Dragons), porn with plot. no use of y/n. english is not my first language.

— tagging list: @baybaybear1 @blessedbymoon @p45510n4f4shi0n @lina-lovebug @moonnicole @badger-reads

— crossposting: AO3

Rhaenyra Targaryen had crossed a very dangerous line.

She knew better than anyone that in her mind, there was a fine line between acting recklessly or acting so promiscuously. From a young age, Rhaenyra let herself be carried away by the thoughts that arose in her brain — or by the lust that wet the middle of her legs.

She was never the best example of chastity. The furtive glances at Alicent Hightower when they were still best friends, the tameless desire for her uncle Daemon since she was a teenager, the loss of her virginity with Ser Criston Cole, the secret affair with Ser Harwin Strong, the kisses exchanged with Mysaria. And now... the unforgivable thoughts and actions with her daughter-in-law.

It was wrong. She knew it was wrong. It was sickly. Disgusting. She was mourning Jacaerys. You were in mourning. A mother losing her firstborn son and a girl losing her husband and the father of her newborn baby. Two women suffering for different reasons.

Rhaenyra mourned Jacaerys' death, the panic she felt during his birth still fresh in her mind. She was so afraid of dying the same way as her mother Aemma that she did not even allow any man to enter during the labor. She did not want any man around. No presence of Laenor Velaryon, her husband, or Ser Harwin Strong, her lover and biological father of the baby she was carrying. Not even Viserys, her own father, should enter and give his opinion there.

Rhaenyra remembered everything perfectly. When Harwin fucked her and she discovered she was pregnant almost thirty days later, when Harwin was surprised and at the same time worried about the idea of being a father in secret, when Laenor was happy with the news, when Viserys celebrated that he would have a grandchild — believing the baby was the result of Rhaenyra's marriage to her husband.

Rhaenyra remembered the nausea, the tiredness, the strange feeling of her belly growing to adapt to the baby that was developing inside her. Sometimes she wished she had drunk the Moon Tea to avoid it, and other times she was happy at the thought of giving birth to a beautiful little girl. The princess was sure she was carrying a daughter. Just as she wished Aemma had given her little sisters.

The pain during childbirth and the fear of dying made her wish that if anyone in that body had to die, it would be the unborn baby, not her. Rhaenyra Targaryen was still so young and had a long life ahead of her. If the baby died, she could try to have another in the future. Or perhaps not. Perhaps she should never have children, especially when they were outside of marriage. Either way, Rhaenyra was aware that if she had to prioritize her own life or the life of her child, she would not think twice about saving herself. She would not make the same mistake her father made with her mother.

It was a surprise when the baby was finally born. A boy. She had longed for a daughter throughout her entire pregnancy, trying to hold on to the possibility that having a daughter would be like being able to follow her mother's footsteps, but without that tragic ending.

Her mild disgust at the midwives' enthusiasm that she had a healthy boy soon changed to panic when she noticed the small thinning strands in the baby's hair. Even though he was so tiny in her arms, she could clearly see that he would have dark hair like his biological father, the Targaryen blood not being so strong anymore.

But now, so many years after that desperate night, Rhaenyra cursed herself for three reasons: for having cared so much about Jacaerys' damned hair color, for having despised him for a few days until she got used to the new routine of being a boy's mother and not a girl's mother, and especially because she said at that time that she would not save Jacaerys during labor.

She would do anything to go back in time and never have thought about that. Now, Rhaenyra would do anything to die in every cruel and painful way possible if it was enough to bring her firstborn back.

Rhaenyra and Jacaerys had built a mother-son relationship over the years. It was not automatic like it was with Lucerys, Joffrey, Aegon III and Viserys II. It was not even like the few seconds with her Visenya. She did not love Jacaerys immediately like she did her other children. She did not long for his life. She was a mother for the first time and each particularity of her connection with Jacaerys was created little by little. She learned to love him and she learned to protect him.

Rhaenyra learned almost everything about being a mother. But she never thought she would need to learn to live without her first son.

As for you, there was a painful feeling also rooted in your chest. It was not the same as what the queen felt, it bordered more on concern than guilt. You had nothing to blame yourself for.

When your twin brother, Cregan Stark, used you as a bargaining chip to ensure Rhaenyra's steadfast loyalty to the Northmen, you were not even surprised. That is what you and all the noble ladies were made for. Always used to bargain alliances and produce heirs.

Like brood mares, no woman had the right to say no.

Cregan was a good brother, despite everything. At least he had kept you in Winterfell until a truly necessary and promising betrothal came. Jacaerys Velaryon, the heir to the Iron Throne if Rhaenyra won the Dance of Dragons, would have you as his wife, and in exchange for that, the Blacks would protect the North and provide more resources for the harsh winter. It was a fair exchange and it would ensure that they would not simply ignore the treaty at any time. Lord Stark was a man of his word and demanded the same from Jacaerys' family.

You understood his reasons. It was better to marry someone kind and caring than an old and rude random lord who saw you as just a fertile young woman to produce heirs.

It did not take long for you to love Jacaerys. He was so handsome and affectionate trying to make you feel comfortable in Dragonstone, that you even kissed him a few days before the wedding ceremony, and you were not at all afraid of the consummation of the marriage. It was incredible. Especially when you noticed how shocked Jace was when you closed your legs around his hips, pushing his cock even deeper, allowing him to spill his seed inside your cunt. He did not want you to feel used just to procreate, he did not want it to be a sacrifice.

Jace did not plan on having heirs anytime soon. He wanted you to fuck with him because you liked it, because he gave you pleasure. But never out of duty.

And you enjoyed every second. You never had to fear what would happen to you if his seed did not take fast. Just as you never had to fear how he would react if you gave birth to a girl and not a man heir. Sometimes you even thought he longed more for a daughter. After all, he had lived with brothers his entire life and had never even met his little sister Visenya, who was stillborn. If the baby was a girl, he would name it after his sister. If it were a boy, he would name him after his younger brother Lucerys.

You never had to fear many things when you were married to Jace. However, you always feared for his safety. And, Gods... You were right to do that.

Now, even after Queen Rhaenyra's victory, you feared what would happen to you and your newborn daughter. You were afraid that the Blacks would break the treaty since you were just a widow of a dead heir. You feared what would happen to your people if Rhaenyra went back on her word. You feared what would happen to your daughter Visenya now that her father was dead. Rhaenyra would reign for many years to come, but what would happen to her granddaughter? You were not someone who was greedy, but you did not know if Rhaenyra would name Joffrey as the next heir to the Iron Throne, or if she would let Visenya reign in the future.

If your daughter's succession to the Throne was not considered, you feared that she would hate you or her father's family. If she were named as the legitimate heir, precisely because she was the eldest granddaughter and the result of the marriage of Rhaenyra's murdered firstborn, you feared that Joffrey would hate Visenya and you, as well as his own mother. You feared yet another war between family members. Another Kinslayer, just like Aemond Targaryen.

You feared what Jacaerys' absence would do to your and Visenya's lives in the not-so-distant future.

You and Rhaenyra felt different emotions about Jace's death, but both of you loved him and cried every night missing him.

It was not a surprise when Rhaenyra began to comfort you through your routine nightmares, all that involving the death of your dead husband. Rhaenyra also had nightmares every day. Always about her family's deaths.

She had regained what was rightfully hers, but at what cost?

It was not a surprise to her when you started hugging her while you had crying spells after dreams. It was not a surprise to you when she let you cry on her shoulder. It was not a surprise to her when you begged her to think about your daughter Visenya's future. It was not a surprise to you when she asked for forgiveness for not being enough to protect Jacaerys.

None of this was surprising or unexpected. Not even when the nighttime cuddles intensified. When caressing your hair and hugs were no longer enough. When Rhaenyra began pressing you against her full heavy breasts as you cried. When you started to put your hands under the nightgown Rhaenyra wore and caressed her soft skin.

It was wrong. Very wrong. It was sickly. It was disgusting and repulsive. It was too cruel to the memory of Jacaerys. How would the boy feel if he knew his mother was fucking his own wife?

Neither of you had any way of knowing the answer. Jacaerys was dead, after all. He never returned from the Battle of the Gullet. He and Vermax had been hooked like fishes and engulfed by the waves of the sea — Always wanting so much to have pure blood, to be legitimate... To end up just being a Velaryon rotting inside the ocean. It was ironic and you could not tell if it honored him as a Velaryon or just proved that the Strong blood running through his veins had cursed him, the last moments of his life in the middle of the place where a true Velaryon would belong, but never a bastard.

Rhaenyra hated herself for wanting you. You hated yourself for wanting her. Jacaerys would hate the two of you for this. And yet, both of you could not deal with the grief any other way. You needed each other.

You loved Jacaerys. You loved your late mother, Gilliane Glover, who died so soon after you and Cregan were born. You did not have time to live with her, just as Rhaenyra did not have time to live with her stillborn daughter.

You had lost your husband. Rhaenyra had lost her son. You needed a mother. Rhaenyra needed a daughter.

It was disgusting, very wrong. It was sickly. And you could not stop. You did not want to stop. It was the only way to deal with Jacaerys's grief and keep the boy's memory alive in your minds.

"How was the nightmare tonight?" Rhaenyra asked softly as you sat on her lap, your teary eyes closing. You let her wrap her arm around your waist, your hips bigger after you gave birth to your daughter Visenya.

"About the sea. About pain. About blood... About him." Your voice came out trembling and muffled, your face buried between her breasts, so full and heavy that you could barely breathe, even if you did not make the slightest effort to move away. You wished she still had milk to breastfeed you like your mother had done. She wished she still had milk so she could breastfeed you like she had done with Jacaerys. Like she should have done with her Visenya, if the little baby had not been born dead.

The content of the nightmares that tormented your mind was nothing new. They were always about death, just like Rhaenyra's. And she always wanted to know yours. She always wanted you to tell her what you had dreamed of. But she never shared her own nightmares. And everything was fine. You did not really want to suffer over Rhaenyra's thoughts either. Were you too selfish for not wanting that? Perhaps. And perhaps she was too masochistic, always wanting you to explain every detail that haunted you in the early hours of the morning and disturbed your sleep.

You did not mind telling her. It felt good to share all of this with someone who understood. It was good to seek comfort from a mother.

Rhaenyra moaned when she felt your tongue circle her pink nipple, your teary eyes made you look like a child being soothed by a mother's breast.

She stroked your hair, thanking the Gods that you did not have silver or blonde hair. Thanking the Gods that Alicent did not let her marry Jacaerys to Helaena Targaryen. Thanking the Gods for allowing Jacaerys to annul his betrothal to Baela Velaryon when Lord Cregan Stark demanded that his army's loyalty would only be agreed upon if the prince married his twin sister.

She could never seek that comfort from Helaena. Her sister had always been too pure for her own good. And Helaena was too much like Rhaenyra herself. She could not picture Jacaerys in Helaena's place because of her hair.

Just as she could not seek comfort from Baela. Her stepdaughter had Laena's appearance and the rebellious and tameless personality of her ex-husband Daemon.

Joffrey had the same dark hair as his older brother, but you... You were everything she needed. You had dark hair like Jacaerys and you were a girl like her stillborn daughter. You were everything she wanted currently. A daughter. But also a concubine.

"It feels good?" Rhaenyra questioned when her hands went down to your nipples, sensitive from your lack of breastfeeding. You did not breastfeed Visenya often, preferring that she be fed by a wet nurse. Looking at her reminded you of Jacaerys and that made the moment difficult. Your milk would dry up quickly if you continued looking for Rhaenyra and leaving your daughter aside. You knew you needed to act like a mother, however, you liked to enjoy your time like Rhaenyra's daugther and affair.

You did not judge Rhaenyra for imagining her son licking her breasts when you did that. You knew she had never seen him in a sexual way. It was an innocent nostalgia, even if you were also pressing her other breast while memories of Jacaerys filled her mind. She wanted her eldest son back. You wanted your husband back. She wanted to feel you the same way her son felt you. And you wanted to feel every inch of the woman who gave birth to the man you loved.

You nibbled on her nipple after gasping as Rhaenyra she placed a hand on your mound, squeezing it rough enough to make your breast milk start to flow out. "Good girl..." She growled softly, admiring your embarrassed smile.

Rhaenyra ran her fingers through the milk before bringing it down between your legs, rubbing the liquid into your already wet folds. "N-Nyra..."

"Mother." The Queen corrected while you squirmed under her touch. Your milk was supposed to be to feed Visenya. And here you were, letting your mother-in-law rub it on your clit. It was so disgusting and depraved. Motherhood was a sick thing.

"M-Mother..." You whimpered the way Rhaenyra suggested, even though the word brought a bitter taste to your mouth. Was this how she felt whenever she was eating you out? Did she pictured her son cumming inside your cunt so many times at the beginning of the marriage, filling you with his seed until it flowed, the same way his biological father had done to her in secret? Was this how Rhaenyra felt whenever you rubbed your face between her large breasts? Did she remember how difficult it was to get used to breastfeeding her firstborn? Was this how she felt now with her hand wet with your milk? Why did not she hate you, already knowing you would rather her do that than force you to breastfeed your daughter Visenya, while she did not even have the chance to feed her Visenya?

You wanted to know if she also felt disgusted by it all. You wanted to know if motherhood was really that sick for her too.

You wanted to know a lot of things, and you chose not to ask any of them. Ignorance was bliss. The answers were on both of your faces. The way she moaned as you pushed your fingers hard into her cunt, fucking the tight walls that had once dilated so baby Jacaerys could come into the world. The way your breast milk that was supposed to feed Jacaerys' little daughter had a different use now, soaking your own cunt as you took advantage of the additional liquid to ride harder against Rhaenyra's thick thigh.

You both felt sick and dirty, mentally begging for Jacaerys' forgiveness as you came, moaning each other's name. Your fingers were still inside her and your sensitive and sore clit was still pressed against her soft white skin, your cum and milk running down her thigh, while Rhaenyra kept your face against her chest.

"Thank you, Mother, thank you..." You sobbed, making no move to get off of her or release her walls. You wanted to prolong the feeling of self-loathing, enjoying the overstimulation of having your bud pulsing along with the continuous tremors of your body, just as Rhaenyra was enjoying feeling your trembling hand inside her, the four motionless fingers spreading her cunt like if you were preparing her for labor. Jace's birth or yours, you could not say. Both, perhaps.

"I love you, my dear daughter. My new daughter." Rhaenyra kissed the top of your head, caressing your dark hair. It was true. You were everything that kept Jace's memory alive in her mind. She loved her firstborn and she loved you in a sick way. After all, motherhood was sickly, sickly enough for a grieving mother to mourn her son's death while kissing her widowed daughter-in-law's lips.

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[misstressviole]

Rhaenicent Fanfic during Alicent's imprisonment / stockholm syndrome, obssesive Nyra

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The door unlocks, alicent prayed for the intruder to be one of the maids responsible for bringing her food, but she quickly realised her prayers fell on deaf ears when the unmistakable sound of heels echoed in the room.

Every step taken made a thud against the concrete floor. Under the blanket, the queen regent was curled into a little ball, her knees hugged closely to her chest as she heard her captor approaching. A shiver running down her spine and teeth chattering from the chill. If she could just pretend to be asleep...

But Rhaenyra was no fool, never had been. She sat down right at the end of the outline of her precious prisoner's silhouette. For a moment she stayed unmoving, gazing at the little trembling bundle beneath her.

Alicent's heart was ringing loudly in her ears.

A hand rested briefly at her hip, before the blanket was pulled down leaving her exposed to the cold air. The thin nightgown she was made to wear offered very little warmth after all.

She whined in protest and buried her head further closer to her knees. I can't take this, not again

It's near agony, to be unfolded from where she layed. To be forced out of her trembling ball and arranged to a sitting position by gentle hands.

Her back was met with Rhaenyra's torso and she started to thrush against her captor's grip.

"Shhh" the queen hushes and her grip around her waist tightens just slightly. "Don't make this more difficult on yourself, I don't wish to hurt you".

How Ironic

She felt Rhaenyra's breath ghost over the shell of her ear and soon enough the familiar pot was brought close to her lips.

"No- no please you don't have to do this"

She continued thrashing desperately but her struggling was in vain, Rhaenyra didn't budge in the slightest, The pot was brought closer.

"Please i- I'll do what you wish there's no need for this i- I'll be good- so please" She weeped and keened, turning her head away from the liquid.

She felt Rhaenyra's chest rise and fall with a soft hum and then a pair of hot lips grazed gently against her pulse.

"oh sweet thing.."

The woman's heart flattered with hope, was her begging successful after all?

"..I know you will be"

Alicent felt her stomach drop and in one swift motion a hand grabbed her jaw and forced her mouth open and the bitter contains of the pot flowed in her mouth.

She wanted to chock and spit it out, but the woman holding her made sure she swallowed everything, a firm hand keeping mouth locked in place.

When Rhaenyra heard the last swallowing sound she removed her palm and pecked Alicent's rosy cheeck.

"See that wasn't so hard" She mumbled, satisfied with her captive's cooperation.

Her precious Alicent...she got more and more pliable every time she did this. And the drug should start working right about now.

She tried to move her back on the mattress but was met with resistance, a sob erupting from her darling's throat as she grasped tightly on her tunic. Alicents knuckles turned white as she held on to Rhaenyra for dear life.

"C-cold" is the only word she could master out as she began feeling feverish. Her head was spinning, her ears ringing loudly and God- the nausea was nearly overwhelming. She wanted to scream and curse but the only thing coming out were breathy pants and whimpers.

She felt so small, so useless and so so cold

Her caretaker turned her completely so she was on her lap. Two strong arms soon surrounded Alicent and she was finally warm again. Warm, safe...

She was shivering in Rhaenyra's embrace, feeling slightly delirious and her head was oh so heavy on her shoulders,  so she dipped forwarded and nestled in the crook of her savor's neck. She was warm enough that the heated palms on her back made her cling tighter on the source of comfort as if it was her only tether to life. The tears running down her cheecks felt even warmer.

"Relax, it's over now, you did so good love"

Rhaenyra sooths. "I'm here, you're safe"

I'm safe. It was spoken like a promise, and in her delirious state, drifting further away from consciousness, Alicent believed it.

If she did just this little thing...if she behaved...then Rhaenyra could be her safe Haven, just like when they were kids...She would protect her from the people who want to hurt her, Rhaenyra would care for her..

Would love her

The only thing she had to do...was obey, just like she had done her whole life. Only now...it would be worth something

It would secure her princess's love

This is just a payment, a show of gratitude

The cold momentarily returned before She was met with soft sheets.

"N...No don't-"

Rhaenyra, gently, moved her so she was lying down. She took her arm, locked the golden handcuff around it and kissed her knuckles softly. She would thrash again when she was awake, even in the foggy headspace the drug offered, this was just a safety measure.

She wrapped her with the blanket so she was nice and warm. "I'll be back later with food, rest now my sweet"

And with that, Alicent slipped completely into unconsciousness.

Rhaenyra got up. As she gazed down at her beloved once more, adoration filled the black queen's heart. Her beautiful Alicent, she looked so calm and vulnerable in her sleep.

She would eventually understand why Rhaenyra is doing this...not yet, she needed to- break her in a little first but soon enough. She will realize that being kept here is the only way her queen could keep her safe. Rhaenyra would take care of her, tend to her every whim, and pumper her with praise and gentle touches. Drown her in pleasure so in due time- her body and soul would surrender to Rhaenyra completely.

And no one would separate them again

[lemonhemlock]

this is jmo but I find an alternative timeline where rhaenyra was either never made princess of dragonstone or viserys did as most people were expecting and recognised aegon as his heir but decided to pursue the iron throne anyway potentially more appealing than doing so because of what viserys wanted

i personally find raw ambition like that more interesting than pure entitlement

[thevelaryons]

Modern AU!Addam is a scholarship student at a prestigious university who gets caught up in a plagiarism scandal. While the other scholarship students (the dragonseeds), who are accused of plagiarism, get expelled by the dean (Rhaenyra), one of them (Nettles) just drops out to enroll in community college instead with the help of a recommendation letter from her professor (Daemon). Meanwhile, Addam gets placed on academic probation. Another professor (Corlys) tries to vouch for him but ends up getting fired. Addam decides to clear his name by having Hugh & Ulf confess that he had no part in their plagiarism. He gets badly beaten up but manages to get a confession out of them. Later succumbs to internal bleeding from his injuries. The university awards him an honorary degree.

[diamantar]

LLAMA SECRETA

→ Rhaenyra Targaryen + Daemon Targaryen x fem!OC [Haella Targaryen] (ft. Aegon Targaryen)

✦ Sinopsis: La posibilidad de ser feliz finalmente aparece luego de insufribles años de matrimonio con Aegon, pero, ¿superará el miedo a las consecuencias?

✦ Advertencias: Incesto / Poliamor / Diferencia de edad / Matrimonio arreglado / Engaño / Violencia / Angst / Confort.

✦ Pedido: Si, de Wattpad.

—¡Haella! ¿Dónde está Aegon?

Frenó ante la voz de su madre y giró, rápidamente notando el manojo de nervios y ansiedad que era.

—Durmiendo. Intenté despertarlo, pero me echó vociferando maldiciones —suspiró profundo—. La resaca es intensa y aún no he visto a los niños, iba a ordenar que alguien se ocupara de él.

Alicent mordió el interior de la mejilla izquierda y negó, la actitud del Targaryen siendo extremadamente decepcionante y común.

—Yo lo hago, tu sigue y fijate que todos estén listos.

—Entendido.

Separándose, la joven colocó una mano sobre el estómago y cerró los ojos aplicando distintos ejercicios de respiración. En breve la herencia de Lucerys Velaryon sobre Marcaderiva sería cuestionada y todos quienes quisieran reclamar el trono estarían presentes, incluyendo los partidarios y representantes de cada opción. Aquello definitivamente incluía a Rhaenyra y Daemon, los cuales escuchó 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 hacía temblar. Eternos, tortuosos y angustiosos años pasaron desde que los vio, tanta vigilancia y embarazos impidiendo que pudiera escapar a Rocadragón a al menos pasar una noche con ellos. Cartas y regalos fue el único intercambio que lograron, aunque el mantenerse lejos le provocaba inmenso temor. Ser madre y la progresión de edad marcaron grandes cambios físicos, además que al no estar junto a ambos era fácil que la olvidaran y dejaran de querer… ¿Seguirían 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.

—Buen día —saludó absolutamente amorosa inclinándose en medio para abrazarlas—. ¿Durmieron bien?

—¡Si, e incluso soñamos lo mismo! —respondieron al unísono, según Mellos siendo una característica común en gemelos y gemelas

—¿De verdad? ¿Qué fue? —preguntó genuinamente interesada, en el proceso buscando un broche de cabello a cada una.

—¡Volábamos!

—¡En la noche!

—¡Sobre dragones!

—¡Contigo!

El canturreo intercalado y organizado sorprendió a todas las presentes, Haella inclinando la cabeza por el extraño panorama que planteaban.

—¿Disfrutaron el paseo? —siguió el juego sintiendo ligera pena al ninguna de ellas poseer un dragón.

—¡Mucho! ¡Dorado y rojo! —exclamaron, y eso le hizo fruncir el ceño al no tener razón.

Inspirando y encogiendo los hombros, dio breves indicaciones a las sirvientas y partió a la recamara de su hijo mayor, el cual empezaba a salir cuando llegó.

—Buen día, ¿cómo estás? —preguntó pellizcando suave su mejilla derecha.

—Se supone que es mi jornada libre, ¿por qué tengo que despertar temprano? —refunfuño con el ceño fruncido.

—Lo siento, mi amor, como príncipe hay responsabilidades que debes atender —inclinó la cabeza reconociendo la frustración—. En compensación trataré que mañana tengas menos clases.

—¿De verdad? —inquirió dubitativo, pero el semblante ya cambiaba a uno esperanzado.

Haella le guiñó un ojo y lo abrazó por la espalda para que caminara con ella, en calma admirando uno de los jardines internos hasta que notó a Joffrey pasear junto una niñera. El corazón dio un vuelco y rápido buscó por Rhaenyra o Daemon, pero no encontró a ninguno en las cercanías.

—Vamos al salón 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 Rocadragón no estaban presentes, así que con más calma avanzó hacia su abuelo y hermanos.

—¿Dónde está Aegon? —preguntó Otto mientras Helaena sonreía y saludaba al niño.

—Intenté despertarlo… —murmuró levantando la manga del vestido y enseñando rojizos rasguños—. Madre fue hacerlo ella misma.

Disgustado por la noticia, el Hightower asintió y les dejó para ir con el resto del Consejo Privado.

—Asumo que te defendiste y también lo golpeaste un poco, ¿verdad? —inquirió Aemond inclinándose a hablarle al oído.

—Como siempre —suspiró cansada, y él soltó una corta y seca risa.

—Esperemos que llegue a tiempo.

Sin decir más giró el rostro y descubrió que Vaemon Velaryon y Rhaenys Targaryen ya estaban allí. Una de las hijas de Laena se mantenía de pie junto a la rubia y por un segundo conectaron miradas, cortésmente realizando un pequeño asentimiento.

—Están aquí —dijo 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 mínimo a las pequeñas.

—Esposa —saludó al llegar e inclinarse a besarle la mano.

—Esposo —respondió indiferente al saber que madre le había obligado a mostrar respecto.

Tomaron posición y Haella se encargó de mantener a las jóvenes entretenidas junto a breves ayudas de Aemond, inevitablemente tensándose cuando Alicent murmuró que Rhaenyra había llegado. Sumamente nerviosa miró a la entrada y observó como toda la familia ingresaba, la mencionada estando a la cabeza junto a Daemon. Verlos le quitó el aliento y sintió la cabeza ligera, por un momento perdiendo balance y dando un paso en falso.

—¿Qué te sucede? —preguntó Aegon con cierto enfado.

—Me marea tu peste a alcohol —respondió en mismo tono, y él chasqueó la lengua evitando pelear.

Los niños que tanta polémica traían crecieron en bellos jóvenes, especialmente Jacaerys que mantenía 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 jamás había atestiguado, Rhaenyra manteniéndose tan hermosa como la recordaba.

Acelerada y con el estómago estrujado, giró la cabeza y prefirió ver como su abuelo se sentaba en el Trono de Hierro. Cada presente lo miró y oyó como este anunciaba que representaría al Rey, la pobre salud de Viserys siendo ningún un secreto para quienes vivían en el castillo.

—Dorado y rojo —murmuró la menor de las niñas, y la otra asintió.

Haella hizo un pequeño sonido para que mantuvieran silencio y sorprendida aguantó el aliento cuando encontró los violáceos 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 separándose a decir unas pocas palabras cuando fue interrumpida.

Ante la incredulidad de cada presente, Viserys apareció dispuesto a zanjar él mismo el asunto de Marcaderiva. Encorvado y absolutamente débil avanzó con la Escolta Real mientras Alicent quedaba muda de la impresión y Aemond liberaba un suspiro frustrado. Haella, que de por sí estaba abrumada, perdió aún más sentido de la realidad cuando Daemon avanzó y ayudó a su hermano llegar al trono. Le colocó la corona que había caído y al regresar aprovechó a analizarla, en un parpadeo logrando que rubor la dominara al elevar una ceja y darle un vistazo de arriba a abajo.

Avergonzada rompió nexo y con susto notó que Aemond y su madre observaban. Tragó perdiendo capacidad de funcionar normal y prefirió fijarse en Aegon, el cual ignoraba los detalles y simplemente veía a Rhaenys tomar palabra en símbolo de su esposo.

—Mamá —llamó la mayor de las gemelas, la cual alzaba los brazos con aura suplicante.

Sintiendo pena de antemano por su cintura, Haella la tomó en brazos y la apoyó en una cadera. Con caricias suaves dejó que descansara la cabeza en el cuello y dormitara mientras la Targaryen anunciaba que sus nietas y nietos se hallaban comprometidos, fortaleciendo así el derecho de Lucerys en Marcaderiva.

Alguien maldijo por lo bajo y apreció la desganada expresión en Alicent, la cual miraba el suelo en derrota mientras Vaemond tomaba protagonismo de la situación. El enojo y la agresividad con la que hablaba tensó a más de uno, Aegon pareciendo salir del aburrimiento ante el espectáculo.

—¿Te diviertes? —preguntó por lo bajo a su esposo, el cual sonrió.

—Amanecer 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. Rápido buscó a Daemon y este hizo lo mismo, sin palabras compartiendo pensamiento en que el hombre definitivamente era un problema.

—¡Esos niños no son verdaderos Velaryon! —exclamó a todo pulmón, el salón cayendo en profundo silencio—. Ciertamente tampoco familia mía.

Haella inspiró profundo y deseó estar en cualquier lugar en vez de allí, la asustada expresión de Lucerys incentivando el fastidio.

—Es suficiente —contestó Rhaenyra tratando de finalizar la escena.

—No veré años de tradición terminar en favor de estos… —detuvo la frase y volteó hacia la heredera al Trono de Hierro decidiendo si continuar o no.

—Dilo —animó Daemon en tono bajo y amenazante.

Alicent y Otto apenas se movieron por la expectativa, de reojo notando que Helaena era la más incomoda del grupo.

—¡Bastardos! —gritó, enseguida una fina sábana de murmullos cubriéndolos—. Bastardos engendrados por una puta —añadió marcando con fuerza cada palabra, cualquier resentimiento escapando de él 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.

—Tendré tu lengua por eso —anunció entre respiraciones laboriosas.

Una sensación electrizante los recorrió y rápidamente abrazó más a la niña en brazos, entonces mirando a Daemon y notando que tomaba el mango de Hermana Oscura.

—¡Cierren los ojos! —ordenó desesperada usando el brazo libre para hacer que voltearan.

Apenas logró que se enfoquen en ella cuando la espada cortó la cabeza de Vaemond a la mitad, jadeos resonando mientras alrededor todos saltaban en sorpresa. Alicent tomó a su nieto y se aseguró de que no viera, la menor de las gemelas gritando y haciendo que Otto se ocupara de ella.

—Puede quedarse con la lengua —anunció el Targaryen viendo los restos y el reguero de sangre.

Haella retrocedió y llamó a las niñeras para que le ayudaran a llevarse a los niños, explícitamente indicando que evitaran el cadáver. Pasaron por detrás del publico e intentó consolar a los jóvenes, sin frenar llevándolos a su habitación y usando todo el tiempo necesario para estabilizarlos.

Alicent llegó a la hora y anunció que se realizaría una gran cena familiar según la orden de Viserys, con cariño otorgando caricias a los pequeños mientras le echaba miradas extrañas.

—¿Qué sucede? —preguntó al no lograr descifrar lo que pensaba.

—Durante la audiencia Daemon y Rhaenyra no dejaban de mirarte.

—¿En serio? —frunció el ceño fingiendo desentender—. Ciertamente conectamos un par de veces, pero no noté que se fijaran demasiado.

—De joven solías llevarte bien con ellos —comentó mientras juntaba las manos al frente.

—Sucedió hace mucho, prácticamente son desconocidos —mantuvo la calma incluso si el corazón empezaba a agitarse.

—Evita relacionarte, no traen más que peligro y deshonra.

—Por supuesto —asintió 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.

—Nos vemos luego, también descansa.

—Cuídate, madre.

Quedando a solas al llevarse a todos del cuarto, suspiró pesado y se recostó procesando las emociones del día. Ver a quienes amaba después de tanto tiempo la llenaba de un doloroso anhelo, ya que sabía que no podría estar con ellos y de por vida viviría atada a Aegon.

—Señorita, ¿desea comer?

Brincó del susto y respondió afirmativo a la sirvienta al otro lado de la puerta, la cual ingresó con una bandeja.

—Prepara la tina, cuando termine me asearé.

—Excelente —asintió mientras arreglaba el escritorio y llenaba la copa de vino.

Con poco apuro se alimentó mientras las femeninas arreglaban la ropa que vestiría, al tragar añadiendo que seleccionaran un camisón al también aprovechar a dormir antes de la gran cena.

Apenas finalizó ingresó al agua y dejó que su dama de mayor confianza le lavara el cabello, ausente dejando los minutos pasar hasta que tembló por el frío. Salió y aplicó las fragancias que más disfrutaba, con libro en mano sentándose junto al fuego e intentando que los mechones se secaran antes de acostarse.

La relajación del baño fue mayor al esperado y el quiebre de una madera ante las llamas la despertó, torpe levantándose y yendo a refugiarse en las sábanas. La baja temperatura de la telas le erizó la piel hasta que una vez más se deslizó en la inconsciencia, durante horas logrando ignorar el mundo cuando pequeños roces la obligaron a regresar. Frunció el ceño y movió el rostro al percibir toques cerca de los labios, entonces apreciando una mano que se perdía en el cabello y la mimaba.

—¿Aegon? —preguntó 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, así notando que el sillón junto la chimenea estaba volteado y alguien lo ocupaba.

—Esperamos no decepcionarte.

Inmediatamente se incorporó y al frotar los ojos encontró a Daemon viéndola con una mueca traviesa y las piernas cruzadas, mientras que Rhaenyra sonreía sentada al borde de la cama.

—¿Qué…? —preguntó torpe por el sueño.

—Desapareciste y no recibimos señales de que quisieras vernos, así que te buscamos.

—Los niños quedaron asustados y luego recibí advertencias… No quería levantar sospechas.

—¿Cuál de los Hightower? —preguntó el hombre inclinando la cabeza.

—Mamá.

—¿Con qué palabras nos halagó? —indagó enarcando una ceja.

Suspirando y rodando el cuello, permitió que Rhaenyra la tomara de la mano y le acariciara con el pulgar.

—Recordó que nos llevábamos bien y aconsejó que mantuviera distancia, ya que al perecer traen peligro y deshonra —confesó, y al decirlo la incomodidad le calentó las orejas.

—Si se preocupara tanto por ti no te hubiera casado con Aegon —retrucó venenoso tensando la mandíbula.

—Al menos estando con él pudo seguir viviendo aquí y tener la ocasional oportunidad de verlos.

—¿Has deseado por nosotros? —preguntó la femenina en tono gentil.

Haella encogió los hombros y miró la pared sin saber que decir, especialmente al desconocer donde paraba la relación de los tres.

—Tal vez.

—Eres imprecisa —presionó Daemon apoyándose en uno de los brazos del sillón.

—Las circunstancias han cambiado desde la última vez que estuvimos juntos.

—Tus cartas enseñaban cariño y añoranza, ¿acaso has cambiado? —indagó Rhaenyra inclinando la cabeza y viéndola atenta—. ¿Tienes a alguien más?

—¿Disculpa? —preguntó sorprendida elevando ambas cejas y dejando los labios entreabiertos.

—Por experiencia sé lo que es estar en un matrimonio incompatible y como la calidez de otros brazos reconfortan cuando estás lejos de quien quieres.

Por unos momentos olvidó cómo hablar y dejó los labios entreabiertos, pero finalizó por negar con la cabeza.

—Mi hermano ciertamente no es el esposo que hubiera deseado, pero tampoco busqué un amante, tengo hijos a los que no quiero perjudicar con mis acciones.

—Aegon, en cambio, puede hacer lo que quiera —acotó Daemon.

—Por mi que continúe, lo que sea para evitar compartir cama con él —bufó alterando de actitud y luciendo más vívida que antes.

—¿Te trata bien? —preguntó Rhaenyra sentándose mejor ante el repentino cambio.

—Apenas nos vemos y cuando interactuamos terminamos peleando, ¿quién pensó que casarme con mi gemelo sería buena idea? —gruñó echándole una mirada al hombre y viendo que sonreía.

—Me sorprende que pudieran engendrar.

—Un cometido que no hubiéramos podido lograr sin alcohol, aunque Aegon vive ebrio —rodó los ojos al tiempo que inspiraba profundo—. Agradezco que esas ocasiones no sean más que recuerdos vagos bajo el mareo de la bebida.

—¿No han dormido juntos desde las gemelas? —indagó el mayor afilando la mirada, cada detalle que pudiera obtener siendo oro.

—El día que nacieron hubo un momento donde pactamos que nuestras obligaciones como pareja finalizaron. Tres hijos son suficientes.

—Por lo que, ¿en estos últimos dos años solo has encontrado consuelo en ti misma?

—¿Viniste a ser un pervertido? —regañó con mejillas sonrosadas.

—Ciertamente no —intervino Rhaenyra mirando a su esposo en regaño.

—¿Entonces cuál es la intención?

—Salvarte —respondió la Targaryen con una postura que captó la atención de ambos—. Consideramos que lo sabes, pero eres importante para nosotros y nos encantaría que viviéramos juntos.

Haella elevó ambas cejas y retrocedió unos centímetros, en blanco viéndola sin ser capaz de pensar.

—¿Cómo? —frunció el ceño como si hubiera expresado algo incoherente.

—Imaginar tu estadía aquí, compartiendo tu vida con alguien como Aegon… Deseamos estar contigo, las cartas no son suficiente.

—Nunca lo fueron —añadió Daemon ajustado posición y jugando con un anillo—. Un pedazo de pergamino jamás podría reemplazar tu presencia.

Nerviosa y halagada amagó a sonreír, pero la implicación de tales deseos empezaba a oprimirle el pecho.

—Suponía que el interés en mí se borraría con el pasar de los años. Siendo sinceros, ¿no soy más que un juguete que quitarle a los Hightower?

El miedo a ser un capricho resistía incluso cuando ambos vivían en la Fortaleza Roja, donde recién encontraba el amor e idealizaba una vida de fantasía. Conocía el desagrado entre Otto y Daemon al igual que la antigua relación entre Rhaenyra y su madre, por lo que no podía evitar formular negativas teorías.

—Por supuesto que no —contestó la mujer, en el ceño fruncido notándose la ofensa de que pensara así.

—Espero que entiendan mi inseguridad —aclaró rápido—. Ustedes han podido estar juntos y crear una familia mientras yo formaba otra vida que solo conocían a través de cartas. No es lo mismo.

—Ciertamente —coincidió Daemon al tiempo se ponía de pie—. Aunque debes recordar que nosotros nos unimos luego de años distanciados, apenas sabíamos del otro y aún así quemábamos en añoranza, ¿por qué sería 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 inclinándose 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.

—¿Puedo asumir que nuestros sentimientos son los mismos? —preguntó complacida.

—Absolutamente —asintió pequeño con la piel erizada en nervios y excitación.

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.

—Espera… —murmuró apenada y conmovida en sensaciones poco usuales.

—¿Por qué? —preguntó fingiendo desentender mientras con los labios recorría zonas de piel cercanas y sensibles.

Rhaenyra sonrió disfrutando de lo fácil que se avergonzaba y bajó las pupilas a la única tela que la cubría, en eso mirando rápido la puerta cuando golpearon por entrar.

—¿Ha despertado, señorita?

El tono de la sirvienta congeló a la joven y rápido empalideció ante el peligro de ser descubierta, desesperada mirándolos y apreciando como ambos se elevaban.

—Nos vemos en la cena —murmuró la femenina mientras Daemon asentía y la tomaba de la cintura.

Se acercaron a uno de los muros en el proceso que Haella buscaba un abrigo, asombrada documentando como desaparecían a través de un pasaje secreto.

—Puedes entrar —anunció fuerte, entonces una mujer de mediana edad ingresando.

—Es hora de comenzar con los arreglos.

La Targaryen asintió e indicó que comenzaría lavándose el rostro, después de eso entregándose a que la embelleciera. El vestido verde oscuro abrazó su cuerpo y brilló en combinación con el collar y los aretes de diamante, luego las experimentadas manos dirigiéndose a trenzar el cabello de manera que su cuello y hombros quedaran despejados.

—¿Terminado? —preguntó cuando revisaba los últimos detalles.

—Si, Princesa —asintió dejando que se viera.

La imagen en el espejo realmente no importaba cuando era un panorama conocido luego de tantas veces que debió lucir femenina y formal, por lo que eligió dejarlo e ir por sus hijos. Conociendo que las gemelas pasarían la velada en la guardería, directamente fue por el mayor y sonrió al verlo con un traje nuevo.

—Te ves esplendido en el obsequio de tu abuelo —sonrió encantada tocando la felpa negra del saco.

—Gracias —respondió seco por la timidez, aunque en silencio apreciaba como las prendas le favorecían.

En breve salieron y fueron al salón, donde prácticamente toda la familia se encontraba hablando. Ambos miraron y dudaron a que grupo acercarse, y la idea de ir con Aemond quedó descartada ante la expresión seria y agría que cargaba.

—Buenas noches, madre —saludó cuando Alicent cortó distancia.

Ella sonrió estresada y miró al joven halagando la manera en que lucía, entonces dos sombras aproximándose y tensándolas al saber que era la pareja Targaryen que más las sacudía. Rhaenyra rompió hielo con amable formalidad y la Reina le imitó, Daemon manteniendo su pequeña sonrisa usual hasta que se fijó en el joven.

—En la tarde te he visto entrenar con espada —comentó de manera desinteresada inclinando la cabeza, casi intentando lucir amigable.

—Ah, lamento no haber notado su presencia —respondió ligeramente intimidado tratando de mantener la cortesía.

—Parecías realmente adecuado, ¿te agrada?

—Disfruto de las actividades físicas.

—Posees habilidad, me gustaría practicar contigo en la siguiente oportunidad.

—S-Sería un honor —asintió nervioso poniendo la espalda recta.

Daemon miró a Haella y ella sonrió educada intentando no levantar sospechas.

—¿Imagino que las niñas estarán en su propio espacio al igual que Joffrey? —inquirió Rhaenyra.

—Correcto, aún son muy jóvenes para pasar una cena entera sin levantarse, llorar o corretear.

—Deberíamos hacer que pasen tiempo juntos, seguro disfrutarán la compañía del otro —opinó Daemon mirando a su esposa por aprobación, la cual sabía que tendría—. Estrechar la familia, como Viserys desea.

Alicent carraspeó y asintió indicando que en la próxima visita se ocuparían de aquello, acto seguido llamando a Aemond y haciendo que ocuparan la mesa. Cerca de su hermano, ignoró la mirada de éste y sonrió cuando Helaena llegó, aunque la calma duró poco cuando Aegon apareció.

—Esposa —suspiró, y con pesadez se sentó al lado.

—Esposo —contestó analizando si ya estaba ebrio o no—. Reconoce la presencia de tu hijo —regañó.

El Targaryen elevó las cejas desprevenido y miró al joven forzando una mueca extraña, sin palabra estirando un brazo y dándole unas palmadas en la mejilla. Alicent ganó alivio al ver que se encargaban de mantener las apariencias, fugaz fijándose en los invitados antes de que la Guardia Real abriera las puertas. Sobre un trono movible, los hombres más fuertes cargaban el dañado cuerpo de Viserys entre elegantes ropas, joyería y una máscara que ocultaba mitad de su putrefacto rostro.

—Tomen asiento y disfruten —anunció una vez que lo acomodaron en la cabecera.

Cada uno hizo caso y, en un acuerdo silencioso, evitaron las rivalidades manteniendo buen carácter. De todas maneras, Aemond, parecía poseer dificultades y frío escaneaba los jóvenes de Rhaenyra, en especial a quien fue responsable de herirlo de por vida.

Haella, consciente de la sed de venganza, vigiló hasta que Lucerys soltó una baja risa al los sirvientes poner un gran cerdo cocido cerca de su hermano. Apretó los labios ante el recuerdo de la cruel broma que le jugaron de niño y apreció la furia surgir desde lo profundo del Targaryen. Suspiró en derrota conociendo que de alguna manera cobraría aquella burla y nerviosa recurrió al vino, con copa en labios mirando a Daemon y casi atragantándose cuando él le guiñó un ojo. Rápido analizó alrededor y disimulada carraspeó por el líquido que se desvió hacia el conducto pulmonar, entonces Viserys tomando palabra y dando un prolongado discurso donde exponía la felicidad de tenerlos reunidos. El inquebrantable deseo de ser una gran familia unida persistía y la mayoría de los presentes bien sabía que aquello no progresaría, aunque por un momento la fantasía pareció convertirse en realidad cuando Rhaenyra y Alicent intercambiaron cándidas palabras.

Los jóvenes se miraron desconcertados y Haella buscó descifrar las emociones de su abuelo, aunque, para gran sorpresa, este ya le veía e hizo un gesto a que interviniera a romper el momento de reconciliación. Con la mente nublada al no querer la atención de la mesa sobre ella, inquieta agarró la copa y arrastró la silla hasta apoyarse en ambos pies.

—Me gustaría decir algunas palabras —anunció en tono acelerado, con ligero temblor aguantando la necesidad de colocar una mano sobre el pecho—. Quiero brindar por esta cena compartida entre seres queridos, especialmente a mis adorados padres —realizó una pequeña pausa de respecto, a lo que ambos asintieron complacidos—. Festejo este gran reencuentro familiar y dedico este vino a desearles prosperidad… Especialmente a mi esposo e hijos, para que siempre estemos sanos —miró a Aegon, el cual estaba absolutamente desconcertado.

Avergonzada regresó a la silla y evitó prestar atención al resto, ansiosa bebiendo hasta terminar la jarra más cercana.

—Nunca ingieres tanto alcohol, ¿qué sucede? —preguntó su gemelo analizándola como pocas veces.

—Hoy poseo el gusto, nada más —encogió los hombros como si no fuera importante.

El rubio guardó silencio y pensó por largos segundos, finalmente inclinándose a hablarle al oído.

—Las únicas veces donde te embriagaste fue cuando compartimos aposentos, ¿ver tantos niños pudo haber despertado un nuevo deseo de ser madre? —susurró al tiempo que una mano iba sostenerla del muslo.

Haella no pudo evitar la expresión de espanto y rápido volteó, sus rostros quedando a pocos centímetros.

—Pensé que teníamos un acuerdo.

—Si lo deseas puedo hacer el esfuerzo —aseguró, por un segundo viéndole los labios.

La implicación la dejó sin palabras, especialmente porque fielmente creía que compartían el disgusto romántico y sexual por el otro.

—Estamos en publico —regañó regresando a mirar su plato con las mejillas ligeramente coloradas.

—¿Entonces debo proponer un nuevo heredero cuando nos hallemos a solas? —inspiró apretando la tierna carne bajo el vestido.

Sin dudar agarró la mano y con disimulo la quitó echándole una rápida mirada a Alicent, la cual ya estaba viéndolos con aire severo por el comportamiento del masculino.

—Tres hijos están bien, ni pienses en visitar mi habitación.

—Sería un desperdicio cuando estás a unas copas de no recordar la noche, sabes que madre estaría complacida con otro nacimiento.

Haella realizó un sonido seco y lo pellizcó por debajo de la mesa, a lo que Aegon saltó gracias al dolor y por el momento desistió. Enseguida miró a Rhaenyra y ella brevemente enarcó una ceja ante la escena, apenada evitándola y preguntándose cuándo el evento terminaría. Aguantó y se enfocó en su hijo hasta que Viserys comenzó a sentirse mal, en silencio viendo como los guardias lo retiraban y sintiéndose aliviada de que todo estuviera llegando a fin.

—También deseo brindar —soltó Aemond poniéndose en pie ahora que el Rey no estaba.

—Hermano —suspiró por lo bajo arrugando el ceño en preocupación, aunque Aegon sonrió y agarró el vino a sabiendas de que el espectáculo estaba por comenzar.

Contuvo el aliento en cada palabra que el Targaryen soltó hasta que los cabellos se le erizaron cuando sutilmente llamó “bastardos” a los hijos de Rhaenyra. El primero en reaccionar fue Jacaerys y tal reacción solo logró que Aemond lo provocara más, por lo que en menos de un parpadeo una batalla comenzó.

—¡Hijo, atrás! —exclamó Haella agarrando al joven de los hombros y llevándolo contra una pared alejada—. ¡Aegon! —llamó indignada cuando este fue contra Lucerys al ver iba a entrometerse en la pelea.

Helaena, desorientada y asustada, fue con ella y ayudó a proteger al joven atestiguando como Rhaella retenía a su gemela de ir a defender a Jacaerys. La Reina no tardó 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 salón cayó en silencio y el mayor, relajado y con aire de superioridad, lo enfrentó mostrando una ligera mueca de animo a que siguiera con esa actitud ante él.

—Suficiente, todos fuera —ordenó Rhaenyra a los jóvenes, quienes inspiraron profundo e hicieron caso tratando de calmarse.

Aemond perdió la sonrisa y sostuvo la mirada analizando sus posibilidades, la confianza lentamente descendiendo y prefiriendo pasar de él e irse.

—¿Están bien? —preguntó Alicent analizando a su nieto y dos hijas, el trío asintiendo—. Mejor vayan a los aposentos y traten de… superar este día.

Haella mordió el interior de la mejilla y contuvo el enojo al ver a Aegon, el cual pareció sentir la furia y prefirió retirarse luego de echarle un vistazo. En segundos lo siguió en compañía de Helaena y juntas fueron a dejar al joven en su habitación, donde un sirviente lo ayudaría con las ropas y prepararía el lugar para que tuviera un buen sueño.

—Descansa, hermana —habló la mayor dándole un pequeño abrazo.

—Nos vemos mañana —despidió, con ligera prisa desapareciendo hacia el sector donde vivía.

Inspiró profundo y los eventos del día pasaron como una novela que prefería olvidar, pero entonces recordó el momento compartido con Daemon y Rhaenyra. Inconscientemente puso una mano en el estómago por las repentinas cosquillas y negó por como tenerlos en mente cambiaba su humor en un segundo.

Al llegar cerró la puerta y miró la cama donde horas atrás compartió besos con quienes amaba, de pronto la propuesta de vivir con ellos golpeándola 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 difícil verlos partir y el vacío que la llenó le hizo querer nunca haberlos cruzado, porque ahora los añoraba muchísimo más. Tener que seguir la rutina fue difícil y solo pudo mantener buena cara ante sus hijos, pero interactuar con Aegon, Aemond, Alicent u Otto fue más difícil que antes. Los muros se sentían huecos y congelados hasta que notó que era un reflejo de ella y la gente que la rodeaba, el fuego no existía en aquel lugar y la pequeña llama que poseía se extinguía en cada día que pasaba.

—Madre —llamó el mayor de los niños entrando con cuidado a la habitación—. Mamá… ¿Estás bien? —insistió al ella seguir mirando por la ventana de manera ausente.

—Hijo —susurró saliendo del trance y acercándose, inmediatamente yendo a acariciarle el cabello y la mejilla.

—¿Te sientes mal? Apenas has salido a pasar tiempo con nosotros —frunció el ceño intentando que el labio inferior no temblara.

—Lo siento, mi amor —disculpó rápido entendiendo que ya no era capaz de esconder el sufrimiento—. He estado sintiéndome un poco rara, nada más.

—¿Has visto a los sanadores? —preguntó aún preocupado.

—No es algo que ellos puedan solucionar, pero haré lo mejor para volver a la normalidad —prometió, porque lo que menos quería era generarle ansiedad a los pequeños.

—¿Qué es lo que tienes?

Torciendo la boca y pensando como abordar el tema, lo invitó a sentarse en la punta de la cama con ella.

—La vida aquí… El castillo… No me hace muy feliz —confesó simple sin ahondar en los detalles—. Pienso que podríamos vivir mejor en Rocadragón, amaría que tú y tus hermanas tuvieran gente de su edad para jugar, aprender e interactuar.

—Pero… ¿Papá, la abuela y el resto? —inclinó la cabeza en confusión.

—Seríamos solo nosotros cuatro —sonrió con pena apretando los labios con fuerza—. Ellos no tienen intenciones de estar contentos o sanar; las reglas, el rencor y lo que los demás piensan es más importante que el bienestar general.

Él bajó la mirada al regazo y luego a otras partes de la habitación, claramente analizando y llegando a dudas y conclusiones.

—¿Qué sucede si no voy? ¿Te irás igual? —inquirió amagando a conectar miradas, pero no fue capaz por los nervios.

—Jamás te dejaría, no deseo que sufras o te falte a quien recurrir cuando las obligaciones sean demasiado para ti. Eres mi hijo, lo que más amo, no podría abandonarte.

Increíblemente aliviado, el joven la abrazó 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 rápido permitió que entrara después de la Reina. La tensión en ambos fue lo primero que notó, especialmente la expresión estresada, ansiosa y nerviosa de la mujer mientras frenaba y suspiraba pesado.

—Con el mayor pesar vengo a informar que Viserys ha fallecido.

—¿Qué? —preguntó Haella, inmediatamente sintiendo una roca en el corazón.

—Sucedió en la madrugada, los sanadores no han podido hacer nada al respecto.

Los ojos picaron y soportó la angustia para consolar al menor, el cual de por sí estaba triste y aturdido por la conversación anterior.

—¿Cuándo será el entierro? —habló en tono contenido.

—Pronto lo anunciaremos, primero debemos organizar la ascensión de Aegon como Rey.

—¿Cómo? —frunció el ceño y apreció como los oídos empezaban a zumbar por la catarata de noticias.

—Era el deseo de tu padre, lo confesó hace pocos amaneceres —afirmó antes de acercarse y tomarlos de un hombro—. Lamento la pérdida, me encargaré de que todo esté bien.

—¿Has avisado a Rhaenyra y Daemon?

Esos nombres la tensaron y apretó los labios, un destello de culpa brillando en el marrón de los irises.

—Enviaré una carta una vez que todo esté asentado.

La declaración encendió la preocupación en Haella y evitó pronunciar palabra, así quedando nuevamente a solas con el niño.

—El Reino está por cambiar y será inestable… Ambos deben saber que tu abuelo ha fallecido —empezó a decir apretándolo más contra ella—. Hijo mío, ¿me acompañarás a Rocadragón?

—Si, mamá —confirmó al tiempo que escondía el rostro en su vestido, lágrimas mojando la tela.

—Gracias.

Desde esa mañana el plan de mudanza comenzó y ambos mantuvieron las apariencias, en secreto armando el viaje y lo poco que podían llevar considerando que volarían. Fue un proceso rápido considerando que la muerte de Viserys no se podía ocultar demasiado tiempo, así que dos dos días después, en plena noche, tomó a los niños.

—¿Qué haces? —preguntó el mayor mientras sostenía a una de las gemelas.

—Abro un pasadizo, el castillo esta repleto de ellos —murmuró mientras empujaba a un costado y movía la pesada pared—. Mira donde pisas, ten cuidado —indicó 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 deslumbró a los jóvenes, aunque las acciones moralmente cuestionables y gritos les pusieron los cabello de punta.

—¿Falta mucho? —preguntó el muchacho sintiendo los pies cansados, con dificultad cargando un par de mochilas.

—Un poco más, pronto estarás volando —explicó 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. Miró alrededor intentando dilucidar cuantos testigos existían, pero parecían ser los únicos entre las tenues antorchas del amplio lugar. El rugido de su dragón le erizó los cabellos e hizo que mirara por uno de los pasillos, donde una gran cabeza anaranjada se asomó de manera lenta y adormilada.

—Enseguida traigo al pequeño, Princesa —avisó una vez que el cuidador estuvo lo suficientemente cerca.

—Prepara las cadenas de vuelo asistido, daremos un paseo en conjunto —ordenó suave estirando la mano libre a acariciar las gruesas escamas.

Asintiendo y desapareciendo de nuevo, Haella indicó al primogénito que le ayudara a subir y atar a una de las gemelas y las pertenencias en la montura. Ajustaron los seguros y revisó que la menor a su espalda estuviera bien, al terminar colocándose los guantes de piel mientras el entrenador se acercaba con un energético y joven dragón. El hombre conectó a las dos criaturas con una gruesa cadena y en Alto Valyrio los llevó fuera del edificio, en el proceso la Targaryen dándole indicaciones al menor de cómo volar al ser el primer viaje largo que experimentaría.

La brisa nocturna golpeó su rostro e hizo que inspirara profundo, al cerrar los ojos obteniendo un momento de paz hasta que tomaron posición. Miró al guardia y él le devolvió el vistazo entre dudas, aunque realizó un gesto de cortesía y ocultó las sospechas en una cabeza gacha.

—Estoy listo —avisó el niño apretando las riendas y enderezando la espalda.

Haella observó el cielo y finalmente dio señal de vuelo, el dragón dando largos pasos antes de ganar altura. Mordió el interior de una mejilla y evitó girar a ver lo que abandonaba, lagrimas perdiéndose mientras las luces en Desembarco del Rey se volvían pequeñas. Las prendas se humedecieron al ingresar al techo de nubes y contuvieron el aliento hasta atravesar la sofocante oscuridad, enormes y brillantes estrellas recibiéndolos 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.

—Bonito, ¿verdad? —preguntó a las gemelas también mirar.

Respondieron positivamente y el viaje continuó en absoluta paz, el tumulto sucediendo en secreto dentro del corazón de la Targaryen ante el peligroso e incierto futuro que sus acciones generarían.

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 anunció la proximidad al destino, finalmente apreciando el castillo de Rocadragón.

—¿¡Dónde aterrizamos!? —preguntó el niño con nervios ante el nuevo desafío.

—Volemos alrededor un par de veces hasta que los guardias nos vean y den aviso de llegada, luego nos guiaré a un área abierta para descender con comodidad.

Haella los llevó a las torres de vigilancia y enseguida observó como dos arqueros corrían escaleras abajo. Complacida admiró la estructura y sorprendida jadeó cuando una serpentina sombra los cubrió, de pronto un rugido a su izquierda haciendo que encontrara a Syrax planeando.

—Dorado y rojo —murmuraron las gemelas.

Inmediatamente frunció el ceño y elevo el mentón para ver a Caraxes analizarlos, en el proceso realizando particulares sonidos de bienvenida.

—¿Cómo…? —empezó a preguntar al ciertamente atinar con los colores, la frase siendo recurrente desde la primera vez que la dijeron.

Un escalofrío la recorrió y consideró que sus hijas fueran soñadoras en vez de jinetes, una cuestión que en ese momento no podía analizar a pesar de que la descolocó: ¿desde cuándo sabían que terminarían 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 más que verdadera felicidad, se puso de pie y averiguó la manera de bajar a las niñas de manera segura hasta que Daemon surgió en el panorama. Él sonrió complacido y ella perdió el aliento, enseguida estirando los brazos y entregándole a una de las niñas antes de que le ayudara a bajar.

—Finalmente elegiste —comentó una vez que la tuvo en frente.

—Si… —dudó al recordar las razones que finalmente la hicieron escapar.

—¿Qué sucedió? —tensó el ceño y analizó las pequeñas expresiones.

—Haella —nombró Rhaenyra antes de encerrarla en un abrazo, sobre el hombro viendo a la pequeña que llevaba colgada.

Cerró los ojos ante el reconfortante contacto y con fuerza contuvo las lagrimas, la emoción mezclándose en ansiosa tristeza por las noticias que entregaría.

—Lo lamento —habló ahogada escondiendo el rostro.

Rhaenyra la estrechó con más fuerza antes de mirar preocupada a su esposo, el cual se acercó intentando consolarla.

—Sea lo que sea, lo superaremos juntos —prometió Daemon acomodándole el cabello en un gesto cariñoso.

Abrumada asintió y entre lagrimas apreció la cercanía, aquellos cuerpos enseguida enseñando que ellos eran su verdadero hogar.

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What do you think Daemon's path to the throne would have been if Laena had survived and he was still married to her? Would he have allied with Corlys and went to war as a third faction? Joined Rhaenyra anyway and "got rid of" Laena? I would love your view point!

Hi there!

I am very flattered about you wanting my opinion on that but that is not an AU or scenario I have the least bit of interest about. Like this is on my bio:

I wrote more than 1million words about Daemon and Rhaenyra, actually I wrote more about these two both in my fic and here than anyone else - and btw happy anniversary to "The Blacks & the Greens" Happy 4 years baby!

I know I answered something similar before (though I can't find it in my blog at the moment) and I am not doing it again, sorry. I just... I don't care I want Daemon and Rhaenyra together. That's it.

Dear Anon, the moment Laena and Laenor were gone and Daemon and Rhaenyra finally married was my fav since their affair in 112 AC mk? XD

It's like... Daemon and Rhaenyra together are just crystal yet many of you insist on drinking rain water 🙄

No problem if it's not your thing but why come to me then? Could my blog be any clearer?

Let me know!