#rhaenyra x laenor

[sihtryggr]

sometimes a family is a gay man, his wife, her boyfriend and their three comunally raised children.

[goldensunflowe-r]

Laenor loca come here! I want to tell you something! You should have seen who they tried to set me up! Fuc*ing white boy!!! But I tricked them AND it was HILARIOUS!!

[neonlight2]

Jaehaera (oc) x Daemon Targaryen

War alongside Daemon

Because you asked so nicely… @bluecloudsworld.

Masterlist

“Where the hell is he?”

“Be patient uncle—,” Laenor all but pleaded, his eyes flickering from place to place, searching for a sign, a flutter in the clouds, a piercing squeal, the glimpse of red.

“I knew this was a mistake, no right fool would go into the pits in these conditions, and the fact we are now trusting a madman—,”

“Daemon will help us—,”

“He will ruin us!” Lord Vaemond scream, rage of defeat boiling through his throat. “And Driftmark will be left in shambles because of the King’s neglect and his brothers temperament.”

Laenor could feel the words weighing on his tongue, you’re the reason we lost the first half of this war. But he dare not say it.

While his uncle spoke of temper as if he was not throwing a tantrum this very moment, Laenor knew better than to test it farther. Vaemond got rash when angry, both in mouth and hands.

And the last thing Laenor needed was more inner conflict within his family due to an avoidable squabble.

“Father trusts him,” Laenor reasoned, his hands held out, meant to mend the tension, “and Daemon promised not to do anything foolish.”

Vaemond scoffed at the thought, the rogue prince not causing trouble? What a thought.

“I can’t believe the king is allowing this.”

“Uncle—,”

“It’s bad enough that we have let his fool of a brother lead, let only have to coddle a child.”

“Uncle, be—,” Laenor eyes grew desperate to stop his uncle, eyes straying to behind the ranting lord, whom had no concern for his surroundings.

“A princess no less, who’ll no doubt need coddling—,”

“Oh I’m sure I’ll be fine Lord Vaemond, but it’s nice to hear that you care so much for my well being.”

Laenor’s uncle stilled, arms tense with the outrage he could no longer express. It would seem that he needed practice when reviewing his surroundings.

Turning with a placated smile, the prideful Lord laughed as if everything he said were a mere jest, and those not laughing were too stiff.

“Princess!” He announced, acting down his surprise with mocking joy. “Lovely to see you once again. My god how much you’ve grown! You were at my belt the last time we met, now you’re nearly as tall—perhaps even taller than me.” He realized her true size as she approached him further, stalking up so smoothly one would think she were slithering.

Humming in agreement, Jaehaera passed by Vaemond without a second thought in order to glance at the battle plans scattered about the makeshift table. “Daemon is off surveilling the territory for us, so I’m here to help lead you in his stead,” glancing up, having seen enough to know that there truly was no plan, Jaehaera gave Laenor a playful wink to acknowledge her dear friend, “I hope that does not disappoint you too much.”

“No,” Vaemond quickly lied corrected. “I’m just saddened Daemon did not keep his word as he said. He’s rather…”

“Chaotic?” Jaehaera threw out, moving the map as she pleased, “Dishonest? Undependable?”

Allowing himself to laugh, Vaemond nodded furiously. “Exactly, I’m overjoyed at least you agree with me princess—,”

“I think you should lead the west troops, closer to the coast.” Jaehaera interrupts, tapping against the wood to show where she meant. “You are better suited for the sea, if anything should go wrong you can take your troops to the water and attack from there.”

There was a new tension in the air, and Laenor could since the band about to break.

“Jaehaera, maybe I should take the west, and my uncle should help you—,”

“Laenor, with all of your skill on land, you lack what is needed for sea warfare. Besides,” she glances from her willing, soon to be brother in law, to his uncle, “ a victory on water is as great as any on land. It should be a wonderful opportunity to fully show the power of your house Lord Vaemond, the infamous ‘sea snakes’.”

She’s baiting him, Laenor thought.

She would make him a coward if not mediocre.

“And where do you and Daemon play into this,” Vaemond grits, “the hero’s in the middle of the battle? Wont it be hard to share the spotlight with a showman like Daemon?”

Smiling, Jaehaera leans back, resting her arms on her sword. “On the contrary, Daemon is rather docile when it comes to those he respects. He’s already agreed to play whatever part I have for him.”

She shrugs slightly, “It would seem he’s only dependable to those he’s loyal too. And as for the limelight… Laenor will be the one to lead the siege.”

All went still at her decree.

“What?” Laenor asked, honest in his surprise. “Jaehaera, I am honored by your trust in my abilities but I—,”

Tilting her head, Jaehaera chuckles at the wrinkles building on the young man’s forehead. Clapping his shoulder with encouragement she said, “You’ll be fine. Daemon and I will be at the front, to take some of the brute force off the troops, and you are well versed in strategy. I have no doubt you will lead the troops to see another day.”

Without leaving room for anymore discussion, Jaehaera walked away from the table and held her face toward the sky— eyes closed with searching ears. “Daemon will be landing soon,” she stated with no hesitation. “Get your men ready before he gets here and thinks too highly of himself.”

Laenor laughs this time, shaking his head as he points and waves to his close guards. “Prepare the men and make sure they’re steady in their station.”

“See?” Jaehaera quips as soldiers scurry about her, waiting for the stomping of Vaemond’s furious feet to stop. “You’re a natural.”

“Do you want there to be quarrel between my uncle and I?” Laenor asks in a forced whisper.

“Come now Norry, you know I’d never put you in such an awkward predicament.” Jaehaera teases with fake seriousness. “I want to have a quarrel with your uncle.”

“You’re still using me as a middle man—,”

“Fine, I’m sorry—,”

“No you’re not.” Laenor retorts with a smirk, poking her side.

Caving, the Princess conceded. “Fine, I’m not, but I promise not to use you like that again.”

“Oh?” Laenor inquired. “Than whoever will be your middle man.”

Straightening her posture, Jaehaera smiles widely as her eyes open. “Who else?”

The screech of Caraxes would be familiar to anyone in the realm. It was only shocking to the people of Westeros when too much time had passed without hearing the sound, somewhere in the distance. Farmers would pray to the gods for their livestock to be spared, whilst noblemen clutched their hearts with fear. Jaehaera, however, found the sound sweet like music.

“He really is a showman isn’t he?” Laenor jested, watching the Rogue Prince land dramatically before their very eyes. Leaning closer to the other dragon beside him, he whispered, “You dressed like that to provoke him.”

Scoffing, Jaehaera tilted her head as she watched Daemon dismount his trusted companion. Both almost mimicking the other as they shook off the winds kiss.

“I don’t like being tied down by the weight of armor.”

“You don’t like being tied down at all,” Laenor teased. “So the leather you’re wearing is only for your benefit?”

“For all of us,” Jaehaera mused in a hushed voice as Daemon got closer.

Laenor whispered directly into her ear before rushing off like a child. “I bet you a hour of guard duty that he’ll want to mount you not even three minutes into battle.”

Mocking a shocked expression, Jaehaera’s head swung to the side, staring as Laenor ran away. “Bold of you to assume it will take that long!”

“Assume what Issa jaesa?”

*My goddess

A light shiver ran down the princess’s spine, feeling his lips trail down her neck.

“Behave Daemon.” Jaehaera warned, grabbing the underside of chin to push him away. “You can’t have the spoils until after the war.”

Daemon twisted around to look at her directly, a wicked grin across his face. “Are you saying you’ll reward me today?”

“If you—,”

“You know behavings not in my nature,” he said with a devious glint in his eyes, “give me something easier.”

“Wouldn’t be much of a reward if you didn’t have to work for it,” Jaehaera quipped, deciding it would be best to direct her attention to the fire puppy in front of her. “Why can’t you be more like Caraxes Dae?”

Kissing the dragon’s scaled snout, she embraced the heat of his breathing with a relieved sigh. “He’s always so well behaved.”

“Well maybe I would be too if I got a kiss every time we met.” Daemon stated indignantly, pulling her back into him by her waist.

“You’re so needy,” she whines mockingly. “We have a war to win.”

“So lead the way my little dragon,” he whispered, his nose brushing lightly along the skin peaking out around her shoulders.

“I’m not little.” Jaehaera said in an irritated tone before hissing from a harsh sting.

He bit her.

Properly enough to leave canine marks in her skin.

“Daemon, I swear on Viserys’ crown—,”

Licking the spot as an apology, Daemon steps away, arms in the air. “Just a promise issa jaesa.”

“Of maiming me?” She asked sarcastically, trailing her fingers along the mark to find the puncture.

Daemon’s eyes darkened as he stepped further away, watching her intently. “That I will be the only one to draw blood from you today.”

Jaehaera laughed. “And what if I accidentally nick myself today?”

Squinting at her, Daemon’s mouth forms a strict line. “You wouldn’t.”

“We’ll see,” she remarked, quick to race her way towards the army standing ready, “now hurry along, we have a battle to begin!”

***

The ways of war had always come easy for Jaehaera. She thought that the balance of war was always fair. Death and life. Evil and innocence. She loved that everyone on a field could become equals no matter what station, anyone could kill or be killed. She loved that they would all dance together, close but far, sweating with grief and ambition. It was so incredibly human to her, and more intimate than almost any encounter she had with people.

But even with everything she loved, she hated war with the same ferocity. Jaehaera hated casualties above all else, thinking it the most dishonorable trait.

So she fought with rage. A burning spirit fueled by the cries she imagined ripped from the innocent. The tears they spilled oozing from her skin as she tore through another soldiers muscles, and she watched as their blood painted her red and saw only retribution.

Her blade slid against many throats, giving a fast death to those she admired for fighting well. Others who relied on their opponents bad fortune, waiting until they fall to the ground to pierce their hearts— they met more excruciating ends.

Her arms ached deliciously as she stood back, looking at some of her work— bodies on top of bodies—

“You are breath taking in red.”

Fluttering her eyes closed with slight, blissful exhaustion, Jaehaera replied, “You always said I’d be deadly.”

Their breathing mingled, filling the thick silence with heaving air and raised chests. Jaehaera’s eyes had shut tight basking in the sun that peaked out through the fog.

“The people will crown you for this,” Daemon stated, sheathing Dark Sister to his side once more, allowing her to rest. Jaehaera could hear his footstep but didn’t bother to move. “Would you let me serve you, my queen.”

If anyone else had placed a blade to Daemon Targaryen’s neck, they’d be dead within a second. But his words were treason, something no person in the realm could escape punishment for, he would revel in whatever she felt fit for him.

“Must you always seek a rise out of me?”

“It gives me your undivided attention.”

“You are a mess,” Jaehaera scoffed, her sword still steady as she twisted to face him properly.

“So are you, maybe we should bathe together.”

In any other scene Jaehaera would have laughed in his face, made a crude remark back, and leave him with a problem to fix himself. However, she could not look away from him, transfixed by the contrast of the rogue prince before her. His white hair stained with red, his eyes purple with blood magic, yet more black now than ever.

“You lost the bet,” Jaehaera whispered, easing closer to him and resting her head against his chest. Flicking braided hair to the side, she bared the back of her neck to him where a gash laid thick with dried blood. “He was a fine swords man.”

She could feel his heart start to pound, more fervently than ever. Than she felt his fingers, rough and calloused, delicately tracing the wound.

“How will you punish me?” His voice thin and disappointed.

Not for treason against the crown, but for breaking a promise to a woman standing alive before him.

“You’re growing soft Dae,” she said while letting her hand fall, easing the blade from his throat. “We will give our crowns to our King.”

“He would have you keep it—,”

“And I would have myself hanged,” she quipped. Looking up at him, finally, she could see his furrowed brows. “There is a balance to keep,” Jaehaera swept her fingers across his face, relieving the tension, trailing until she met his hair— the hair she was so fond of.

Gripping it tightly, she let her hand swing, and with a brief hiss from Daemon and the shing of her sword— he had lost his mane.

He could barely believe it. Eyes wide with shock as she slid her fingers through the new length, her nails grazing his scalp effortlessly. Years or growth cut off without a notice. His punishment.

A smile grew on his face as he watched he slip back, her own eyes in a daze. “You and your Dothraki customs.”

Shaking his head he braved her tightly, lifting her in the air despite her squeals, Daemon beamed like the sun. “Will you let me serve you now?”

“After failing your mission—,”

“You’ve already punished me for not keeping my promise, now reward me for my efforts,” he all but begged. “Let me clean you at least.”

She rested herself comfortably against him, allowing her arms to brace his shoulders and legs his waist. Jaehaera stared at him blankly before grabbing his jaw and whispering into his lips, “Fine, but cleaning only.”

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There will be a follow up in: Came back a king… and queen

@bluecloudsworld @kyuupidwrites

[fkaluis]

‘the bride was seventeen years old, the groom twenty, and all agreed they made a handsome couple.’

[jelloholic]

Rhaenyra and Harwin make everyone jealous and miserable

[green-watcher]

young rhaenyra wedding to laenor inspired ✨

[kjwaikiki]

HOTD fic idea:

The whole Rhaesaria thing definitely took me by surprise but I very much like the idea of them. My fic idea is that Rhaenyra and Mysaria got together much earlier in the series. In fact she was there for each of the boy’s births and loves them as if they were her own children.

I just want Mysaria to be right there with Rhaenyra all throughout her time in King’s Landing. I want Mysaria to give Rhaenyra the support that none of the men in her life could due to absence, grief, or the malicious rumors swirling around.

I want Mysaria comforting Jacaerys when he hears the rumors about him and his siblings being bastards. I want Mysaria planning the downfall of Crispy after the seeing how he trains the boys, HER boys. I want Mysaria to threaten Alicent after she made Rhaenyra walk to her chambers after giving birth (maybe she threatened Daeron and that is why Alicent sent him to Oldtown. Maybe she killed him and that is why we never see him).

I want Mysaria to love Rhaenyra so much and I want that love to be returned. Rhaenyra May love Harwin and Daemon and even Laenor (as a cherished friend), but none of those men have ever been able to support and defend her the way she needs. I want Mysaria to be the one who holds Rhaenyra and tells her what she needs to hear, whether that is that everything will be alright or that she needs to be a dragon and protect the children.

Rhaenyra may still marry Daemon but I want Mysaria to still very much be a part of that relationship even if it is just Rhaenyra refusing to let Mysaria go and her and Daemon very begrudgingly getting along for the sake of the children and Rhaenyra.

I just want Rhaenyra and Mysaria to live their best life with their hoard of kids as they subtly scheme and plot against the Greens. I want all the love, all the devotions, and I want to see the unhinged lengths they will go for each other and their kids.

[saltandfire-blog]

Ok so I have a theory! Reading F&B over again, im reminded of Lucamore Strong.

If you remember, when it was found out he had married thrice, every child was named bastards and the marriages illegitimate. Anyone remember where one of the wives were sent to be fostered?

To Driftmark with Daemon Velaryon!

Perhaps at that time, Corlys would have been a small boy and met the poor bastard children sent to Driftmark. When considering why Corlys might have been so forgiving and accepting that Laenor’s children were not his grandchildren by blood but Rhaenyra’s bastards maybe was because he befriended these Strong fosters? Maybe even became seamen and sailed with him on his voyages together? Could the Sea Snake have seen for himself how blameless it is for children unfortunate enough to carry the stigma of bastardary to their name and that’s why he never wavers claiming Lucerys was his heir (besides the political advantages of course, let’s still be realistic)?

Sorry, just thought of this and am deciding to make canon in my own head if anything, lol 😊

[amoratearte]

Pregnant Rhaenyra, Laenor and their Velaryon boys, Jacaerys and Lucerys.

[ladydreamfyyreee]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟?

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 & 𝐒𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍, 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍, 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘𝐍, 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍, & 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐘𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍, 𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍, 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍, & 𝐉𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐘 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍, 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐅𝐘𝐑𝐄🐉

[leeu16337]

Chapters: 22/? Fandom: House of the Dragon (TV), Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen/Lucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra), Male Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen/Female Lucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra) - Relationship, Jon Snow/Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen, Helaena Targaryen/Jacaerys Velaryon, Rhaenyra Targaryen/Laenor Velaryon, Daemon Targaryen/Laena Velaryon (Daughter of Corlys), Corlys "The Sea Snake" Velaryon/Rhaenys Targaryen Velaryon, Alicent Hightower/Viserys I Targaryen, Joffrey Lonmouth/Laenor Velaryon, Harwin Strong/Rhaenyra Targaryen Characters: Daeron Targaryen (Son of Viserys I), Tessarion | Daeron Targaryen's Dragon, Baela Targaryen, Moondancer | Baela Targaryen's Dragon, Rhaena Targaryen (Daughter of Daemon), Morning | Rhaena Targaryen's Dragon, Arrax | Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen's Dragon, Grey Ghost the Wild Dragon (A Song of Ice and Fire), Grey Ghost is Jon's Ghost Direwolf, Ghost | Jon Snow's Direwolf, Vermax | Jacaerys Velaryon's Dragon, Tyraxes | Joffrey Velaryon's Dragon, Joffrey Velaryon, Syrax | Rhaenyra Targaryen's Dragon, Caraxes | Daemon Targaryen's Dragon, Vhagar | Visenya Targaryen's Dragon, Otto Hightower, Meleys | Rhaenys Targaryen Velaryon's Dragon, Boremund Baratheon, Borros Baratheon, Criston Cole, Aegon II Targaryen, Sunfyre | Aegon II Targaryen's Dragon, Dreamfyre | Helaena Targaryen's Dragon Additional Tags: Possessive Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen, Good Parent Alicent Hightower, Bad Parent Viserys I Targaryen, Dragon Dreamer Helaena Targaryen, Time Travel Fix-It, Female Jon Snow, Female Lucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra), Jon Snow gets reborn as Lucerys Velaryon, Jon Snow is a Targaryen, Jon Snow Knows Something, Catelyn Tully Stark Bashing, No Dance of the Dragons | War For Succession Between Aegon II and Rhaenyra Targaryen Never Happens, Alternate Dance of the Dragons | The Blacks Win (A Song of Ice and Fire), Otto Hightower Bashing, Bad Parent Otto Hightower, Lucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra) is Lord of the Tides | Master of Ships, BAMF Lucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra), BAMF Jon Snow, Manipulative Lucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra), R Plus L Equals J | Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen are Jon Snow's Parents Series: Part 2 of I am Team Black, are you even surprised? Summary:

She was named Visenya Targaryen, she lived as Joanna Snow, and she was reborn as Lucerys Velaryon. This is the life and rebirth of the Princess that was Promised and how she stopped thee tragedy that befall the dragons, giving the future the tools they needed to survive the Long Night.

This is the life of Lucerys Velaryon, trueborn daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Ser Leanor Velaryon. The Pearl of Driftmark.

[thefourteenflames]

Laenor Velaryon: I hate the gods for making me as they did. Rhaenyra Targaryen: I do not. You are an honorable man with a good heart. It's a rare thing.

[aurorasilverthorne]

Blood & Fire AU ___________________

Characters #2:

Laenor Velaryon

Only son of Corlys Velaryon & Rhaenys Targaryen. Brother of Laena Velaryon. Husband & friend to Rhaenyra Targaryen. Father to Jacaerys & Lucerys. Rider of the Dragon Seasmoke, a male with silver-gray scales & green eyes.

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Only living child and daughter of Viserys Targaryen & Aemma Arryn. Wife & friend of Laenor Velaryon. Mother of Jacaerys & Lucerys. Rider of Syrax, a she-dragon with yellow scales & green eyes.

Jacaerys Velaryon

The elder son of Rhaenyra Targaryen & Laenor Velaryon. Brother to Lucerys. Cousin & betrothed to Elaena Targaryen. Hheir to Driftmark & its driftwood throne. The rider of Caraxes, a male dragon with red scales called the Blood Wyrm. Tends to be stern, brooding & slow to trust & to forgive. Resents the fact that his mother stepped down as the heir after the birth of his uncles and aunt.

Lucerys Velaryon

The younger son of Rhaenyra & Laenor. Brother to Jacaerys. Rider of the young dragon Moondancer, a female dragon with light green scales & white highlights on her crest & horns. Is reserved, uncertain, worries constantly & is wary of strangers.

Jaehaerys Targaryen

The only child & son of Aegon Targaryen & Rhaena Targaryen. Grandson of Laena Velaryon & Daemon Targaryen. Fostered at Driftmark with his cousins, Jacaerys & Lucerys. Mentored by his paternal great grandparents Corlys & Princess Rhaenys.

Rider of the dragon Stormcloud, a young male with dark grey scales. Known for being a hard worker & quick thinker. Oft plays a peacemaker if & when bickering occurs amongst the Targaryen-Velaryon family members.

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Disclaimer: I do NOT own House of the Dragon or any of its characters.

Note: The images of Jacaerys, Lucerys, & Jaehaerys all belong to me. Images were created using Bing Image Creator. If you use them in fanart or fanfiction, please do remember to credit both Bing & me as the image creators. Thank you.

Part #1: https://www.tumblr.com/aurorasilverthorne/758175401181872128/characters?source=share

Part #3: https://www.tumblr.com/aurorasilverthorne/758217659182645248/fire-blood-au-characters?source=share

Part #4: https://www.tumblr.com/aurorasilverthorne/758227678086283264/blood-fire-au-characters?source=share

Part #5: https://www.tumblr.com/aurorasilverthorne/758449181436362752/fire-blood-au-characters?source=share

[greenqueenhightower]

Leanor in the scene where he names the baby "Joffrey" is like that group project member who doesn't even know what subject you are presenting on but still has ideas, while Rhaenyra is like that team leader who has planned everything to the smallest detail, gets triggered when you step over their territory, and only tolerates you because "a group can't be just one person."

Alicent is the confused substitute teacher who didn't even ask for this but can see through your bs.

[ride-thedragon]

HOTD CHARACTERS AS ALBUMS:

Rhaenyra Targaryen as If I Can't Have Love, I Want Power by Halsey

What is, If I Can't Have Love, I Want Power?

It's an album by the singer Halsey that chronicles their relationship to motherhood, love, and ambition while contemplating the expectations placed while interacting with these things narritively.

So Rhaenyra

Well, yes. I think it best suits Rhaenyra throughout her entire narrative arc, not just seasons 1 and 2. It chronicles love with men and women, relationships to power, the place of women in society, and motherhood. Whole I contemplated SOS by SZA, which is still fitting to her psyche in relation to others in season 1, I think this captures all the elements of Rhaenyra. Lastly, when I did Alicent, I realised I'd much prefer you listen to the album and think of it in relation to the characters so this time. I'll give a small idea of the song, what I think it captures for Rhaenyra and tell you to go listen

Tracklist:

The Tradition

This song captures the fact that Rhaenyra is usurped and why. The justification of both her promiscuity and the tradition of the son inheriting is used to deny her claim to the throne. It tackles different relationships as well. Certain lines apply to Alicent, Daemon, Laena, Aegon, and Rhaenys for me. It ends like her , "it's as good as gone, " foreshadowing the fate of the house Targaryen after the dance.

Bells in Santa Fe

This song is said to sound like it's from the perspective of a dead child. While that can be your interpretation, I take this as Rhaenyra and Aegon III specifically.

Easier than Lying

One eye open, one eye close. I think this specifically is a song between Rhaenyra and Alicent. It communicates their falling out and culmination of it on Driftmark. And the falling out and hurt that occurs from episode 8 to 10.

Lilth

Daemon Targaryen, welcome to your tape. It's giving their Driftmark reunion in the best possible way. It's extremely self reflective but also reflects the issue with the partner.

Girl is a Gun

This speaks to her issue with others not reconciling their problems and the subsequent falling outs we keep seeing with Rhaenyra. To me it speaks to the line in episode ten with Corlys and Rhaneys talking about Rhaenyra. "The girl destroys everything she touches..."

You asked for this

This specifically speaks to Rhaenyra and her relationship as Heir to the Throne. I literally can't say anything else it's just perfect through that lens.

Darling

Rhaenyra and her children. I-

If you forsake everything else. Listen to this song like Rhaenyra is speaking to her children. No matter what, they are her ultimate loves.

1121

Hello again, Daemon Targaryen. I think this speaks to the less than conventional relationship they have rather well. By that, I mean his grooming of Rhaenyra that she compares every love to him. Nasty man.

honey

Seeing as we're here. Hello, Alicent Hightower.

I do think this is the definitive Rhaenicent song on the album and covers how they are defined in relation to each other no matter what.

Whispers

Ser Harwin was such a bad decision in the nest way for her to make. I think it covers all the rumours she faces perfectly, but I think this is the Ser Harwin song. "You don't want this." Episode 8 Rhaenyra, I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you.

I'm not a woman, I'm a god

Self reflection we see Rhaenyra have when she's alone is the most hurtful thing about her to me. She knows better, but she's the heir. It's a constant battle of entitlement of position and concequence of womanhood in Westeros.

The Lighthouse

I think this calls back to Daemon but also Laenor. Overall, it's a reflection of those two relationships and that concept of Rhaenyra consistently being punished and losing things in a brutal manner, how she could blame herself, and so on.

Ya'aburnee

Aegon III, and Alicent, I'm so sorry for the loss you felt when Aegon killed Rhaenyra. Alicent girl, what is going on with you? But this is the narrative of Rhaenyra's last moments, basically. The title translates to Bury Me.

Nightmare

Unrealistic expectations of Rhaenyra, welcome to your tape. I think it's lost that this woman was the named heir to the iron throne and while she did things well beyond that protection, it was never so out of bounds that she deserved everything that happened during the dance. Nothing she does deserves that.

Nightmare Reprise

Same song. Get a job, give her the nuance she deserves.

People disappear here

In the end, the conflict is boiled down, and all her intricacies are lost to history. She becomes a history figure that people like Stannis and Joffrey pick sides and people like Shireen, understand that the dance was just a huge lost to house Targaryen. That there were no victors.

Conclusion:

The rightful queen. I know that's right. But on a serious note, listen to the album. And have fun. Next up,

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Another Heir

For @hotd-bigbang Winter Word prompts

Prompts (Week 4) - Wine | Winter Sun | Wishes

Pairing (AU): Rhaenyra x Laenor | Rhaenyra x Harwin

Themes: Soft

Warnings: Alcohol use | Mutually agreed upen marriage

Wordcount: 346 words

Summary: Viserys announces Rhaenyra’s pregnancy while members of the family gather to break their fast

A/n: I write the seasons in Westeros spanning over the usual three months, and not years and years.

She had done her duty, and three times over. Three boys, large and lusty and strong, and all in the image of her lord husband. House Velaryon had been satisfied, and the crown had been satisfied. After Joffrey reached his second name day, Rhaenyra and her husband began to live their lives as they saw fit, in accordance with the agreement they struck many a year ago.

The evidence of Rhaenyra’s own particular diversions soon showed in her growing belly. She spoke to her father about her condition when they all gathered in the king’s solar, to break their fast. The sun was but a pale disk in the morning sky that day, and yet its light was a welcomed thing after several winter storms.

“To another heir!” Viserys proclaimed and lifted his cup after the servants served more wine. “And this time, perhaps, a princess for you to dote on?”

Laenor beamed and took his wife’s hand into his. “That is my wish also, your grace.”

The king was pleased, but Laenor knew differently. The babe was not his; it was sired by another. Still, he preferred this, for he knew he could no longer do his duty. He turned to face the Lord Commander of the City Watch, and bowed his head discretely. His wife did the same. Lord Commander Harwin bobbed his head in return. Rhaenyra and he would talk later, away from the others.

“And have you decided on a name, my girl?” Viserys asked from his firstborn.

Rhaenyra rubbed a hand over her belly and replied, “Yes, father. Viserys for a boy, and—”

"Visenya, if it is a girl,” her father finished for her and smiled.

“Perhaps the princess will have one of each,” Harwin replied, “and a dozen more thereafter.”

“A blessing and a curse,” the king returned, and he joined the others in their laughter. “Well done, ser.”

His daughter ran her hand over her belly again, the corners of her lips curling into a smile. If only they knew how well he had done, she thought to herself.