#rhaenyra x laena x daemon

[welldonebeca]

Amāzigon**

Summary: Rhaenyra receives a special visitor in the underworld. It is more important than she imagines. Pairing: Daemon x Rhaenyra x Laena WC: 4.4k words Warnings: Greek gods au, threesome, magical sex, overstimulation, oral sex, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, dirty talking, masturbation

A sequel to ajorrāelagon. Read the first story right now on AO3;

Masterlist

It was hard to look at the dining table some days.

The many chairs and seats, empty, waiting for children to fill them – children who had yet to come.

They’d been together for good years. Humans had children in less time. Her stepmother had children so fast the moment she joined Father that Aegon and Helaena were welcomed by the humans together. But Rhaenyra… she was the mother of dragons, and dragons didn’t sit at the table.

But with Laena there, it was easy to forget it, for it to be just a detail that the seat across from her was empty – she was surrounded on both sides!

“Well, as I told Rhaenyra, she wasn’t doing anything else with her day,” Laena teased Daemon. “Vhagar adores travelling all around, she loves Olympus.”

Rhaenyra giggled, looking at her, taking a serving of potatoes.

Oh, another child asking for a dragon of their own. She would be sure to craft them a toy of Vhagar herself.

“I can’t imagine how everyone first reacted to you taking her.”

“Oh, it was wonderful,” her friend exclaimed. “Meleys joined us when I was flying, they seemed so happy together.”

“Did they tremble?” her husband asked.

Laena looked at him with the biggest of grins.

“Alicent was shaking on her feet,” she winked at him. “She thought we were attempting to take control of Olympus.”

Rhaenyra scoffed.

“She is always afraid of someone attempting to take control of Olympus,” she took a sip of her wine. “It’s not as if they don’t have Dreamfyre and Sunfyre.”

But Daemon laughed loudly.

“Vhagar is the last one of the first dragon gods,” he reminded them. “She very well could have eaten her little brats.”

Rhaenyra shook her head, smirking at his teasing.

“Her little brats are my siblings and your family,” she reminded him. “They are gods, just like we are.”

“Minor gods,” Daemon added, and then looked over at Laena. “No offence.”

“None was taken,” Laena spoke up quickly. “You yourself were a minor god once.”

Oh, Rhaenyra could feel how that had poked his ego.

Humans were cyclical, and so were the gods. Their cycles were longer, yes – they were still young – but they were part of a cycle nonetheless.

“We are stronger,” Daemon looked at Laena, very poignant. “We’ve lasted longer than the Titans.”

Her cousin tilted her head, focusing completely on him.

“Yes,” she agreed. “But even dragons die. And what are we, if not their blood.”

“One dragon died,” Daemon recalled. “And so many were born after.”

“Two. Meraxes died as well. But their spirits belong to your domain now,” she touched his arm lightly. “What an honour.”

Her husband flushed, and Rhaenyra tried to hide her smirk behind her wine goblet. Meraxes died in the conquest of this world, she was the only dragoon to ever be slain. Her blood created the heat that warmed their domain – so every dragon to ever be born thrived because of her. It was why Balerion had come to die with them, so his blood could join hers.

Those two bounced off of one another so well, didn’t they?

Laena might be a daughter of the sea, but she was fire just like them.

“Don’t mock my husband, Laena,” Rhaenyra teased her. “That’s my job.”

Daemon turned to her, glaring in her direction, and Rhaenyra winked at him, earning a scoff.

“What were you two brewing when I found you?” he changed the subject. “I know those eyes, I’ve seen you two exchanging those little looks since you were girls.”

“Us?” Rhaenyra echoed. “We’ve done nothing.”

“Yet,” he corrected her.

Daemon scoffed.

“Girls are always fighting for things, pulling hair, hiding secrets… you two were always very secretive,” he declared, pointing a finger at them both.

Rhaenyra couldn’t help herself, and nipped it right when it was in front of her face, biting down on it, and her husband quickly pulled his finger away, squinting at her.

“You can’t hide that in your eyes,” he declared simply. “But a woman’s war is usually with herself,” he mumbled, lowering his voice.

Rhaenyra breathed out, knowing far too well what he was hinting at.

It had to be a curse, right? Her stepmother was the goddess of childbirth and motherhood. She was still pissed at Rhaenyra’s decision to follow Daemon, and their lack of heirs… it was probably her doing.

“You don’t know women, then,” Laena spoke up, taking her thoughts and both their attention. “How strong we can be when we find just the right prey, how possessive-” she took Rhaenyra’s hand. “We can be when someone takes something we hold dear.”

Daemon’s eyes darkened and he moved slowly, like a dragon.

“Are you jealous, then, little Laena?” he asked. “That I stole your sweet delight? Is that why you’ve been trying to enter my domain?”

A sequel to ajorrāelagon. Read the first story right now on AO3;

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"Amāzigon" is a Rhaenyra x Laena x Daemon 7-part series, sequel to "ajorrāelagon". To read it now and have early access to the chapters as they are posted, and many other words, subscribe to my page! It's just $2 and I promise you won't regret it.

[sarcasticsweetlara]

Laena Velaryon

Credits to @alaynasansa

For all of those who have said Aegon the Younger and Viserys II would not care about Laena Velaryon, let me tell you that they would.

Here is why: Even if they never met her, they would hear stories from Baela and Rhaena about their own mother, how the daughter of Rhaenys The Queen Who Should Have Been, was friends with Rhaenyra and supported her despite the fact they could have been rivals for the throne, as before the Great Council, the conflict was between Rhaenys and her uncle Baelon, and Laena was born amidst all the chaos.

Laena had royal blood and a claim to the Iron Throne and she supported her dear cousin Rhaenyra.

The show has done a lousy job portraying their relationship, but at least they hinted Rhaenyra and Laena got along and that Laena always was leal to her and wanted to see her ascend as queen.

There is also the fact that the book hinted there was a possible romantic relationship between them, Rhaenyra would have talked about the woman who was there by her side and that did not abandon nor judged her, unlike Alicent.

Laena was the mother of Baela and Rhaena, Aegon the Younger and Viserys' beloved sisters, the people who always protected them, Rhaena and Viserys II were similar in that their original dragon eggs never hatched, and imagine Viserys' thrill at flying with his sister, and how she probably told him her own mother took her flying.

Laena was Daemon's first cousin once removed and Rhaenyra's second cousin, the link between their Targaryen branch with the Velaryon branch of Corlys and Rhaenys', the reason why Corlys and Rhaenys chose to support Rhaenyra, and her memory alongside the daughters of Laena brought them back, honoring Laena's loyalty to Rhaenyra.

Aegon III and Viserys II must have heard Laena was the rider of Vhagar before their dreadful uncle (sorry Aemond, but it's the truth), and look how different the perspectives would be for them, that with Laena, Vhagar was a symbol of the hearth and fruitfulness but with Aemond Vhagar only meant destruction; surely they would prefer their aunt (second cousin once removed).

Laena's friendship and love for Rhaenyra was what ensures the loyalty of House Velaryon to the Blacks, and her memory and her descendants was what brought them back.

Rhaenyra's descendants became kings and queens, and Laena's descendants were powerful allies that supported House Targaryen.

Rhaena's descendants must have married into the marcher houses of the Reach and also married the Lords of the High Tower many times, as we see Alerie (Rhaena's descendant) has silver hair.

Rhaena, the daughter of Aegon and Daenaera was probably the one who reconciled House Velaryon with House Targaryen after Elaena's involvement with Alyn, and even after what happened House Velaryon kept being an ally of the Targaryens and even if not many Targaryen-Velaryon marriages happened after that (Aelinor and Maegor could have been wed to Velaryons after being discarded as heirs) they were still bound by blood and history.

House Velaryon helped Daeron the Young Dragon in the Conquest of Dorne, and House Hightower remaining a steadfast Targaryen ally in all the Blackfyre rebellions.

So you see, Aegon III and Viserys II did have reasons to care and admire Laena Velaryon, what are your excuses for saying they did not?

Laena's blood is still alive through her daughters, in House Velaryon, House Hightower and many other houses, and they still hold privilege and power.

[sarcasticsweetlara]

My headcanon is that Joffrey would be named Baelon under these circumstances, and Laena's son would be named Aemon - as he was born after Joff .

Modernau where the Targaryens are a mafia but make it a crime comedy:

Baelon lived became head of the Mafia when Jaehaerys croaked, made both Rhaenys and Viserys his co-heirs. Aemon, Alyssa, Aemma, any Targaryen or family member who died in unclear ways, were all killed by the Hightowers who want to supplant the Targaryens as the Boses of the Mafia. Baelon married Daemon to both Laena and Rhaenyra as both girls are his heirs oldest children, and he wants to keep the power in the family(something he believes his father should have done instead of attempting to marry his youngest children off to other families leading to either their deaths ofmr estrangement, when he became boss he called Saera back), betweenthe three of them they have 9 children(Jace, Luke, Baela, Rhaena, Joffrey, Baelon II, Aegon III, Viserys II, and Visenya). After Aemma's death, Viserys still marries Alicent(despite everyone being against it) and still has four children with her.

Since Viserys went against his orders, Baelon removed him and his children from Alicent from the mafia succecion and gave the position of heir to Rhaenyra. When Baelon eventually retires, it's Rhaenys, Laena, and Rhaenyra who are in charge and decide to continue Baelons's plans for the Hightowers.

They begin by destroying all business deals the Hightowers have, bringing their fortune down as they try their best to keep everything afloat. When realizing that with their businesses are being destroyed, they try to find a way to put one of Alicent's children at the helm of the Mafia by marrying either Baela or Jace. Unfortunately(for the Hightowers, that is), Rhaenyra and Laena had anticipated this, so they betrothed Jace and Baela.

But it wouldn't be me if I didn't add a splash of JaceLuke and Baena, so while Jace and Baela are engaged, they both are having a relationship behind everyone's back with their beloved brother/sister(except Laena, Daemon, Laenor, Baelon, and the R's know;they have walked in on them so many times). They make it game to be as affectinate/inappropriate in front of the Hightowers as they can be, Daemon is so proud.

Ps: if anyone wants to write this let me know

[missglaskin]

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.

[lov4gor3]

A Dragon is Born

TW- childbirth, talks of death,and the stranger himself💀

RHAENYRA POV

“ ARGGH YOU CUNT “, she hears herself scream hoarsely, a sound that was came from deep within, so far yet so close. Her body burned with pain and agony, terror visible in her face as she breathes through her nose and exhales through her mouth. She swallows, terror now replaced with determination “ I will not end up like my mother “ she swallows the lump in her throat so thick as if she is choking on a rock.

Rhaenyra was incredibly nervous and terrified of giving birth, of dying like her late mother, those memories still ached into her memory forever ingrained into her mind. she wishes her mother was here to soother her, to guide her through the pain. But she is gone, of ashes and dust and she will never meet any of her grandchildren and that pains the princess deeply.

she continues to push and breathe, every breath like flames in her lungs, just like she was told and the pain…. oh the pain …… agonizing. The child bed is our battle field, her mother had one said. How Wise Queen Aemma was….. and how brutal she died.

Rhaenyra so deep in her thoughts didn’t feel the pressure between her legs,gone… empty, she opens her purple eyes, shrill screams of another…. a babe…. her babe… her firstborn.

There is still pain lingering in her body, but without a babe clawing there way out, the pain almost immediately subsided and she was grateful for it. She cries when she sees her babe, oh how beautiful her darling girl was, her babe being wrapped in a cloth and placed in her arms.

oh this feeling… this is what her mother always tried to tell her and there was nothing like it….. oh a mothers love for it is beautifully haunting. She looks down at her little one, her girl, her heir. There is a small tuft of white hair on her head and her skin is dark but a bit lighter than laenor but certainly darker than hers. This makes rhaenrya want to cry and scream with relief and accomplishment, a heir of house Velaryon and House Targaryen.

So enchanted by her babe she barely registered the midwives calling the guards to call for her husband and father. her cries have quieted down the long she feels her mothers warmth causes Rhaenyra to coo at her.

You will understand how much I love you when you have your own children, her late mother once said to her. In her younger years she scoffed at her mother claiming them to be foolish terms for she thought she would never have children, but now she understands the words of her late mother. It only took one look at her daughter to realize what she would do whatever it cost to make sure her babe was safe, unharmed, happy.

“ You little one have caused me a great deal of pain, but how can I scold you for when I’m so in love with you my darling girl. My little dragon i see it, you were born for this world to conquer it like our ancestors, to lead men into armies, to make them kneel and obey. my sweet girl you will show this world that women can be anything they put there mind to. “

Rhaenyra brings the babe to her chest cherishing this moment, peaceful and quiet, looking at the babe she carried in her belly for nine moons, so beautiful…

When she looked up she realized the sky was clear and the sun shone directly on her babe, creating an ethereal look... something inhuman... something dark....

"The Dragon has been born and they shall foresee a great prophecy in which the Prince that was promised shall fight in the war of death and darkness. For they shall bring the light-bringer and the Prince that was promised together to foresee and defeat death. For they are the most important piece in the game." whispered the stranger, looking down at the babe in the arms of her ethereal mother.

to be continued......

[shihoerusu]

Tarot cards

~House of the Dragon~

[beneaththeweirwood]

My girls Laena and Rhaenyra

[lady-corrine]

The marriage of Rhaenyra and Daemon was never a matter of politics. Not only were they already aligned on the same side by the marriages of their children that they arranged (therefore being pointless to marry themselves), but the manner in which the marriage itself happened — in secret with Rhaenyra already pregnant, completely disrespecting Laena's memory and Daemon being the prime suspect in Laenor's murder — was at the opposite spectrum of any wise political decision for either of them.

[ladydreamfyyreee]

𝐈𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐞.

[darilarostarg]

KINKTOBER ‘24 MASTERLIST

Welcome to my first kinktober! Links to each fic will be updated as each work is posted, in date order. See below for the full list of works.

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Day One

Face Fucking - Daemon Targaryen

Day Two Creampie + breeding kink - Cregan Stark

Day Three Face Sitting - Rhaenyra Targaryen

Day Four Spanking - Cregan Stark

Day Five Edging + Dacryphilia - Laena Velaryon & Daemon Targaryen

Day Six Mutual Masterbation - Rhaenyra Targaryen

Day Seven Voyeurism - Daemon Targaryen

Day Eight Mirror Sex - Cregan Stark

Day Nine Forced Breeding + Cuckolding - Daemon Targaryen

Day Ten Public - Rhaenyra Targaryen & Daemon Targaryen

Day Eleven Slave Training + Toys - Laena Velaryon & Rhaenyra Targaryen

Day Twelve Rimming - Cregan Stark

Day Thirteen Double Penetration - Cregan Stark & Daemon Targaryen

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[shortnotsweet]

[ “REMEMBER WHEN” ]:

I CAN STILL SEE YOU AT THE PLACE OUT THERE WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES. DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN WE FELT LIKE THE ONLY TWO ALIVE? DON’T LET ME BE ONE OF THE PEOPLE WHO SEEKS A LOST ROMANCE. WOULD YOU GO AND DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN GIVEN THE CHANCE?

— WALLOWS, NOTHING HAPPENS (2019)

Laena had known Rhaenyra since the two were only girls. They were the closest of friends—closer, even—under the watchful eyes of the castle and the upturned nose of the queen. Queen Alicent had a lovely face befitting for a lady and a brittle, jealous demeanor appropriate for a wicked stepmother. As much as Rhaenyra was drawn to her, she equally sought reprieve. Laena hardly worried, however, as Rhaenyra had the men, steel, and fortitude to rescue herself. It was only a matter of time.

In this AU, Rhaenyra’s older stepmother, Alicent, remains a contrary source of vitriol, intrigue, and affection. Her fixation on her stepdaughter evolves, until her envy is not only of her, but those who love her and are loved in return. Laena is clearly one of those people, and has earned the favor of the nobility in her own right. She wears gowns of silver, blue, and gold, and will become one of the most revered dragon riders of their generation. What else can she inspire but awe and envy? To Rhaenyra, it seems that tenderness is there, and maybe relief. Fondness is the word. It leaves a bad, coppery taste in Alicent’s mouth. Alicent doesn’t have hardly anyone to be fond of in this wretched place. Her children, perhaps, however many she’ll have. Or her husband, her father, or noble, dejected Criston Cole. And—well. No. It’s out of the question. Still. What compares to the camaraderie of shared girlhood? Like knows like, a dragon and dragon sharing the sky.

Laena is Rhaenyra’s first love and closest friend, and the two toe an ambiguous line between platonic and romantic. While they may never wed, their affinity towards one another is an open secret and there is an implicit understanding between families that should Rhaenyra be forced to wed Laena’s brother, arrangements will be made. It is, after all, hardly the first time such agreements have been enacted. Alicent is disgusted, of course; marriage between and man and woman should stay that way. She’s seen the wandering eyes and shared smiles, and something low in her gut twists in revulsion, and for some reason, hurt. Why are they free to do what they want and with whomever they please? No one is free here, not even the blood of the dragon.

Laena and Rhaenyra are both young women, not quite adults yet. In this imaginary timeline, Rhaenyra enjoys a relatively smooth few years before she is forced to take up a sword against traitors and defend her own right to the throne. Despite their complicated history, Alicent’s role in a usurpation attempt on Rhaenyra’s crown has been discovered. Laena reassures her not only of her own conviction and loyalty, but reminds her of the gossip and hurt Alicent has inflicted in the past, rooted in her own resent.

[welldonebeca]

Amāzigon**

Summary: Rhaenyra receives a special visitor in the underworld. It is more important than she imagined. Pairing: Daemon x Rhaenyra x Laena Other Characters: Alicent, Viserys I, Helaena, Rhaenys, Corlys. Warnings: Greek gods au, fluff, a little bit of angst, teasing. A little bit of retconning. Patreon promo.

A sequel to ajorrāelagon. Read the first story right now on AO3;

They seldom had visits that came unannounced.

It was the underworld, after all, it does take a dragon to come in unannounced, and even those who had dragons didn't feel so happy to come all the way down to their land. Her little brother and sweet sister wouldn't dare cross into her domain without an invitation unless they were in the mood to start a war.

It was why Rhaenyra was most confused when she felt a present strangely familiar but still very... confusing.

She had grown accustomed to living in the underworld, but some days she still missed her people from outside. Mother yes, but spending half of the year with her more than made up for it.

But not just mother. All of her family, and especially her dear cousin Laena.

She was the most fierce of the maidens Rhaenyra was once surrounded by. Ever since they were children, they were bound to the hip the whole time they were able to see one another. She was the one she missed the most during the six months she was with her husband - but she would never say it aloud, of course, it would hurt mother's heart to not be her favourite.

"Vhagar," she whispered, the name coming to her like every dragon before. A mother knows her children.

But who was riding her?

She stepped out of her balcony, wrapping herself in a gown as she sought the origin of the feeling, and a dragon call echoed through her domain.

Vhagar didn't have a rider, she was as wild as her hatcher - Visenya, one of the gods' mothers.

It was the sight of the curly hair that gave her away.

"Laena?!" Rhaenyra exclaimed.

She climbed to the rails, feeling Syrax moving under her already and jumping on her dragon.

Syrax took her right up, following Vhagar and above her, and there she was, her dear Laena smiling widely at the sight of them.

"Vhagar," she called.

She felt the old dragon's attention, and looked over at Laena.

"The hill," she told them both.

Her scaled daughter followed after Syrax, nipping her tail playfully, like it was a game of chase, and she wasn't as big as a mountain.

Vhagar won the little competition she created for herself, and Laena landed on the hill before Rhaenyra and Syrax, and she couldn't have jumped to the ground faster to meet her friend.

Rhaenyra wrapped her arms around Laena so fast it trampled them both to the floor.

"Laena!" she gasped. "What are you doing here?"

Her sweet cousin giggled, squeezing her.

"I couldn't wait! I spent too much far from you!" she squeezed her.

She raised her head to look at her, and Laena grabbed her face, kissing her all over her cheeks.

"With Vhagar!" Rhaenyra gasped.

Laena giggled.

"She wasn't doing anything," she shrugged.

Rhaenyra shook her head, pulling her for them both to stand up and touched Vhagar's scales carefully.

Her scaled child was an old woman, a memory of the times before the gods of Olympus were in power. She came with the first of all generations, crafted from fire and lava and the blood of the makers of the universe itself.

Daemon had set her free to Earth before they were even married, for fear she would have the same fate as Balerion.

But she could feel her energy, as old as it was. The ache in her old stone bones, yes, but the life force still strong in her, and the way she missed being in the warmth of her kin.

"You must be cautious," Rhaenyra warned her friend, anyway. "The living can't just cross the underworld on a whim. If it was anyone else on Dragonback, we'd be expecting a war!"

She hoped Daemon could feel she had already met their guest and wasn't suiting up for a fight.

"So cautious," Laena teased her, tugging on her hand, taking her attention to herself again. "What happened to my Rhaenyra?"

Rhaenyra scoffed.

"I'm allowed to worry over you," she held both her hands.

Laena shook her head, grinning to her.

"Yes, yes," she sighed dramatically. "Now show me around before you start trying to clean the dirt off of my face, mummy."

Rhaenyra glared at her but pretended to go clean her chin with her thumb, and Laena grimaced, pulling away from her like an annoyed child.

"Rhaenyra!"

She giggled, and pulled her with her.

"Come on," she called her. "Let the girls enjoy each other's presence."

They walked down the hill and to their castle, and she smiled at the full sight of it.

"Oh, a warning," Rhaenyra turned to look at her as they walked past her garden. "Don't eat anything that grows here, only the offerings. It might keep you down here indefinitely.”

Laena looked at her wide-eyed and nodded emphatically.

"We have offerings like everyone else," she told her as they walked into the castle. "Most people send their best portions to us, so we make sure to give them to their loved ones as well, but we have a big spread for dinner if you plan to stay."

"That's nice."

They walked past the foyer and into the castle, and she was proud to see her friend looking around, focusing on the flowers she herself had grown on the walls, in between the hot stone bricks.

“They’re mine.”

Laena turned to her, surprised, before she focused on the wall by them again.

“I never realised your powers were this strong before,” she brushed her fingers up a vine, and Rhaenyra could feel her touching a flower. “I don’t think even your mother could have done something so big… not on another’s domain. Those are his walls.”

She just smiled softly.

“Our walls,” Rhaenyra corrected softly.

Laena’s eyes were on her again, and Rhaenyra made a thick vine emerge from the ground, growing a flower right between them, and plucked it, placing it on her dear cousin’s hair.

“Are you sure this is where you belong?” Laena asked, frowning. “I understand you and Daemon are… connected. But nature is so much stronger when you’re in the fields now. You can do so much and you’re… here.”

Rhaenyra shook her head, breathing out.

“I care very little for nature,” she told her. “Even less than before. This is my home. My dragons are born here.”

Laena frowned more.

“Dragons can be born anywhere,” she recalled. “They can live anywhere.”

Rhaenyra smiled sadly.

Yes, dragons craved the skies. They had their own door to the underworld, to come to lay their heads on their place of birth, but it was nothing compared to the freedom of the skies.

Syrax herself hesitated to return sometimes, wishing to soar in the endless heavens.

“But don’t you miss the place where you were born?” Rhaenyra asked her. “They mate here, their eggs are nested here. There’s no hotter spot in the world that will nurture their fire, and no one who will care for them more than their good mother.”

Laena’s eyes turned sad and Rhaenyra looked away from her.

Mother of dragons, it was one of the names the mortals gave her. The one who could protect and destroy them on a change of a whim.

Rhaenyra, Queen of the Underworld, the gentle mother of all dragons and spirits, the only one who can ever tame the fury of the god of the dead.

And yet dragons were the only ones she could direct her love to, the only ones she could nurture and hold in her arms, feed them burnt meat from her own hands.

But she shook her head and turned to Laena with a smile.

“Which reminds me,” she exclaimed, excited. “Come, I have something to show you!”

. . .

"Amāzigon" is a Rhaenyra x Laena x Daemon 7-part series, sequel to "ajorrāelagon". To read it now and have early access to the chapters as they are posted, and many other words, subscribe to my page! It's just $2 and I promise you won't regret it.

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[anamazingangie]

Laena Velaryon and Baela Targaryen + those they loved in life.

I don't know how much the casting department got paid but it wasn't enough. They really did that.

More edits here! feel free to repost as long as you provide credit!

[averagewriter-inthedark]

A Family Affair 🔥| House of Dragon Headcanon

Being the cousin of Viserys I, Daemon, & Rhaenys would look like: 

You're the youngest of the bunch, born roughly five years after Daemon in 86 AC by one of the many offspring of King Jaehaerys I and his wife Queen Alysanne Targaryen and were raised in the Red Keep alongside your family members. Despite being younger, you were close with your many cousins, specifically Rhaenys, Viserys, and Daemon. Clinging to them like a little shadow and viewing the three more like older siblings than cousins. 

From a young age, you displayed courageous and sometimes controversial characteristics. Claiming the mighty Silverwing as your mount on your ninth name day, henceforth you were dubbed "The Daring," by the Court and the Seven Kingdoms. The nickname applying as you got older for your sharp tongue to the Lords and Ladies of Westeros, as well as fighting on the frontlines during conflict in the name of your King & Gransire. 

You were highly more favored by the Court opposed to your older cousin, Daemon, aka the Rogue Prince. The vision of duty, honor, and loyalty, you were what every Targaryen upheld. So much so that some believed you should have been a contender as Jaehaerys' heir. But unlike Rhaenys and Viserys, who were the eldest grandchild and eldest male relative, you were unmarried with no children. Something you had no interest in obtaining and was your main criticism by the Court. Had you been, then the Lords of Westeros may have drawn to your favor as the future ruler of Westeros. A fierce warrior and respected member of society. 

But you can't lie, you and Daemon were more alike than what the Court desperately tried to ignore. Where Rhaenys and Viserys were on one side of the coin, you and Daemon were on the other. The only thing that made Lords and Ladies believe otherwise was the fact in public settings you two were constantly at each other's throat. Constantly bickering, exchanging childish insults, and calling the other out. To them, you both despised each other. Unaware that behind closed doors Daemon is the first person you go to when you're suspicious of someone and vice versa. And when Viserys is crowned King, naming both you and Daemon to his small council, you two know better than to trust anyone else than each other. Not blind to the cunning snake that is Otto Hightower. 

Speaking of Otto Hightower, he's not your biggest fan as you can expect, but he tolerates you far more than Daemon. Otto hates that you, like Daemon, can see through him and verbally question him during council meetings. But unlike Daemon, Otto doesn't have to worry about you causing scandal and knows you would never bring dishonor to the Targaryen name. Really you two ignore each other, and only exchange pleasantries when in public at Court. And Otto knows better than to cross you. The one time he suggested Viserys try to arrange a marriage for you, you hunted him down and made sure he thought twice before ever trying to rid you of the Red Keep ever again.

"Next time it crosses your mind to plot schemes against me, my Lord Hand, remember what happened to the last man who tried." There was rumor the last Master of Coin had been murdered, coincidently after suggesting you had no place on the small council. Otto had his suspicions, but never questioned aloud. "You would not dare." "To not, would be an insult to my name." 

As your cousins had children you became an aunt/uncle figure to them. Rhaenyra in particular loved to be around you, trailing you like a little shadow like you once did her father and uncle. She liked to stand close to you during small council meetings and accompany you to the Dragonpit or training yard. And you were quick to notice her affections for Daemon as she grew, something you brought to Viserys attention to which he brushed it off as her being young and having a silly crush. When the King named her heir, you bent the knee and swore to her as the rightful heir to the Iron Throne. As for Laenor and Laena, you sometimes surprised them at Driftmark to which Rhaenys was grateful. Each time you brought gifts from Kings Landings and your travels, as Viserys tasked you with maintaining domestic and foreign affairs by visiting the Great Houses and Essos. 

You were no fool when Viserys announced his intent to marry Alicent Hightower following the death of his beloved and your cousin, Aemma. Alicent was Rhaenyra's closest friend, therefore there were times she joined you and the Princess at Court. She was a young, sweet thing, and it filled you with rage that Otto had enlisted her to seduce him in his goal to merge the houses and hopefully put Hightower blood on the throne. But most importantly, you were furious with Viserys, "She is a child, cousin, and your daughter's best friend, nonetheless! How could you do that to Rhaenyra?! Do you not see what place you've put her in?" And when you openly accused Otto of scheming Viserys was quick to shut you up like he did Daemon the year before. By the end of the heated argument, which the maids and guards feared could turn violent, you expressed your disappointment in your cousin before taking leave. Finding Rhaenyra to say goodbye, leaving her tear-stricken and taking Silverwing to head for the Stepstones to help Daemon and Corlys with the war. 

It would be years until you returned to Court, alongside Daemon following the victory against the Triarchy. Viserys welcoming you two back with open arms, and you resumed your place at his small council. You met his young children Aegon, Helaena, and Aemond, then little Daeron came along. And you were quite displeased with your cousin after observing how closed off he was with them, the children displaying happiness whenever you were near and trailing you like a little shadow. Reminding you of when their half-sister and cousins were their age.

Aemond liked to shadow you more than his siblings, as did Daeron before he was sent to Oldtown. Which is no surprise given Aemond wanted to be a skilled warrior like you and Daemon. Pleading with you to teach him how to wield a sword and claim a dragon. Helaena liked to show you her bugs, and while you didn't understand her riddles you never treated her like others in her family. You'd sit with her in the gardens or the library and keep her company in between her lessons. As for Aegon.....he was a sweet child who turned into a menace resulting in you having to knock him down a peg. You knew it was due to his mother and grandfather's influence, but that didn't excuse his behavior. While you never laid a hand on him, all you had to do was give him a look and it sent him running with his tail between his legs. 

This trait of being an aunt/uncle continued as Daemon had daughters with Lady Laena, who you visited in Pentos at least twice a year, and Rhaenyra having sons with Laenor. Again, you were no fool. It was obvious the parentage of Rhaenyra's sons was questionable due to their physical traits. But you kept your tongue silent and loved them, helping raise them as Targaryen Princes. Lucerys clung to you if his mother wasn't present. You dotted on him, as he was the more emotional one of his brothers. Especially when the topic of his future to Driftmark was brought up. "Worry not, my sweet nephew, you've a long way before taking your seat on the Driftwood throne. Until then enjoy your youth. Leave all the politics and boring stuff to the adults." 

Though the children were technically not your nephews and nieces, you viewed them as such and would go to war for them. Sometimes trying to hide them from the harsh reality of what it means to be a child born into the Royal house of Targaryen. Their future was something you feared but didn't show. And whenever you, Daemon, Viserys, and Rhaenys found yourselves in the rare company of each other, it reminds you there is no stronger bond than the blood of the dragon. 

[thatscruelsummer]

gossip girls of Westeros - Laena and Rhaenyra 🤍

[ashblooddragons]

The Red Queen 1\?

107 ac Kingslanding

Aemma’s pov

I sit in a rocking chair as I watch you stack blocks only to knock them over, and like always you turn to me for approval and when I clap you smile big showing your first tooth. I sigh once you gets back to playing, the lady Alicent has been coming to play with you since you were six moons stating she noticed Rhaenyra doesn’t play with you, but I know she was sent by her father to get in me and Viserys good graces. 

Today you’ve been quite pouty and upset, and I know exactly why. Daemon has been sent to the Vale to be with his wife for at least half moons turn. Viserys was lucky he got Daemon to agree to that much, as Daemon hardly leaves you as it is. It shocks the court how protective he is of you, he doesnt let anyone hold you in his presence besides me, Viserys, or himself. Because of this over protectiveness you’ve grown quite attached to him and his blasted dragon he demands you ride with him on. If the court thinks Daemon is over protective they havent watched that wyrm growl at me, your own mother, because I picked you up. Thankfully Daemon doesn't believe you should sit on the saddle yet, so he straps you to his chest via cloth wraps commeners use. I must admit my heart about jumps out of my chest everytime you fly with him, but when you come back down, and you have that smile on your face it all seems worth it.

As I’m musing someone knocks at the nursery door. “Alicent would you be a dear and see who that might be?” I ask as I stroke my stomach. Me and Viserys found out two moons ago that I’m with child…again. One of us was over joyed, the other wanted a long nap after finishing raspberry and ginger tea for my nausea and sore ankles. 

Alicent nods and gets up off the floor and goes to the door. “It's Princess Rhaenys and her daughter Laena, Your Grace.” she says looking at me to see if she should let them in. “yes please, and would you leave us darling? I need to have a talk with the princess.” I say to which Alicent nods and moves towards you to pick you up, but i stop her with a shake of my head.

Once Alicent has left and Rhaenys, and Laena are in the room I sigh. “The girl always with you?” Rhaenys asks in that cold tone she always has. 

“Yes, but I must admit she is quite helpful.” I respond through another sigh. This one is quite a mover cause I never can quite seem to chase the nausea away. “So I’m assuming you got my raven?” I ask once she sets Laena down on the ground next to you.

“Yes, I did.” Is the only answer I get, so I nod and watch as our daughters play together. We’ve sat in silence for quite a while, the only source of noise coming from you and Laena as you play and babble. This is why I about jump out of my skin when Rhaenys starts to talk again. “Has Rhaenyra truly not come around to her baby sister?” she asks with a amused smirk.

“No, nothing we do has helped as of yet. We’ve tries stories, games, walks, picnics, even going to the Dragon pit so Rhaenyra can show her Syrax, but that only ended in her throwing a tantrum and getting on Syrax, only coming down once we’ve left.” I say disappointedly, and I must sound truly pathetic, cause Rhaenys reaches over and holds my hand.

She hums in understanding and sympathy. Rhaenys has always been a woman of few words, never seeing the point in hiding ones true thoughts in words, preferring to speak plainly or not at all. I quite enjoy this as you always know what she’s saying is the truth, it’s the main reason she’s my favorite out of my cousins. 

“Well, I cannot say Laena will be here all the time, but I suppose the children and I would like to be closer to Corlys.” She says smiling as you and Laena chase each other, her running away laughing and you crawling after her giggling. “Besides a child needs a friend close in age to them.” she says as we both watch chuckling at you two. 

“I feel a life long friendship in their future, don’t you agree?” she says looking at me. All I can do is nod and smile. My little girl will have a friend for life in the little Velaryon.

109 ac Dragonstone

Your pov 

Me and Laena run out of the feast together, it’s my sisters nameday party and she demanded it be held at this place…Dragonpot? My sister doesn’t seem to like me very much, so me and Laena decided to look for dragons. We heard this place has LOTS of them, I mean it’s called Dragonpot for a reason, right?

“Laena it’s raining! Are you sure this is a good idea? I ask as she drags me out of the castle and into the rain. “Oh it’ll be fine! Stop being a worry wart! You want a dragon or not? This is our chance, might be the only we get!” Laena says back, to which I nod and follow after her towards the beach. The wind is so harsh we’re holding onto each other to stay standing, and our hair is perpetually in our faces. Because of these things we don’t notice the two dragons in front of us, well not until we hear the growls. We both push our hair back and look up at the two dragons, one white as snow and the other a slate grey. The white one is eating a pile of fish, while the other has two dead horses in front of it. 

“Um, maybe I was wrong, I don’t think this is a good idea anymore.” Laena says as we stand frozen in front of the dragons. “What are you on about, they won’t hurt us!” I say matter of factly. Caraxes never hurts me, in fact he doesn’t seem to like people around me not even my Kepus. “Watch Laena, you just walk up and pet them and then they make happy clicky sounds.” I say confidently as I walk forward smiling as I reach out to pet the white one. Laena keeps calling my name and the wind must be bad cause I hear other people calling for us too, but that can’t be true cause they’re all inside for my sisters nameday.

The white one growls abit but once i touch it, the growling stops and almost seems shocked. “Whoa that’s it? I’m gonna try.” Laena says as she runs over to the other dragon. Laena reaches out to touch the other one but it snaps at her, she frowns and yells at it. “Stop being a meanie! I will pet you!” which seems to surprise the dragon enough for her to touch it an start petting.

By this point there is no denying people are calling for us. I turn around and see mine and Laenas Mamas, Papas, Laena’s brother, my sister, Ali, and my Kepus. The Only ones who seem to be moving closer though is Laenas Mama and my Kepus. “Kepus I got a dragon!” I yell to him which catches Laenas attention and she yells to her Mama. “look Mommy, I got one too!” 

“Yes, yes we see now get over here right now!” Kepus yells at us which shocks me cause he’s never yelled at me, not once. We look at our dragons sadly before running over to them. “Dont ever scare me like that again! Do you understand!” Kepus yells and I nod trying not to cry.

Once we get in and they have us in our nightdresses and covered in furs our parents and my Kepus sit us by the fire and stare down at us. “What in the seven hells were you two thinking? Running out in a storm like this to hunt down dragons!” Laenas Papa yells as we hang our heads as we cry from their disappointment.

“You guys said this place has lots of dragons, we just wanted ones of our own. So I can be like Mama and she can be like her Kepus.” Laena sobs out and I nod my head in agreement. “Yes well did you two need to be stormchasers as well? Those damned dragons seem to agree with you on this being wonderful weather to be outside!” Laenas Papa keeps going. We hear a silent ‘my love.’ and he just sighs and sits in a chair hanging his head in his hands.    

“We understand you wanted dragons darling, but you scared us greatly running off like that in a storm. Let alone what those dragons are. Laena you claimed Mongrel and you claimed-” But I cut off Laenas Mama. “I claimed Stormchaser.” I say confidently as my Kepus bends down to wipe my tears away. 

“Is that what we’re calling him?” Kepus asks, to which I make a face. “It’s not a boy Kepus, it’s girl!” I say resolutely, which seems to have amused him as he chuckles and ruffles my hair. “How silly of me, sweetling. Of course it’s a girl.” 

That was the day Laena and I became dragon riders, and our friendship solidified.

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