#sir Criston x reader

[sachaa-ff]

Aemond x reader x sir criston (platonic) x rhaenyra (platonic)

Elena is the daughter of rhaenyra, and even if she was claimed as the daughter of Leanor, but she was in fact created during the union of the princess and sir criston..

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Request are open ( please I beg you 🫶🏼🙏🏼)

Secrets and Shadows

The Red Keep thrummed with a tense energy, a palpable undercurrent of ambition and secrecy swirling in the air. Rhaenyra Targaryen paced in her chambers, cradling her newborn daughter, Elena, who slept soundly against her chest. The weight of her secret pressed heavily on her heart, the truth of Elena’s parentage a dangerous burden that could unravel the very fabric of her life.

Months had passed since that passionate night with Ser Criston Cole, a night filled with longing and reckless abandon that had ignited a fire within them both. When Rhaenyra discovered she was pregnant, fear gripped her. The implications were dire; a child born out of wedlock could bring ruin not only to her but also to the realm. So she made the decision that would haunt her: she would claim Elena as Laenor Velaryon’s daughter, ensuring her lineage and legacy remained intact.

In the dimly lit chambers of the Red Keep, she cradled Elena, her heart swelling with love and trepidation. The infant’s small features mirrored her own, and Rhaenyra could hardly bear the thought of losing her to the cruel judgments of the court.

As the months turned into years, Elena grew, her bright eyes and spirited nature becoming a source of joy for Rhaenyra. Yet, the secret weighed heavily on her, and she felt the shadow of the truth lurking, ready to pounce at any moment.

Among the court, Aemond Targaryen began to take notice of Elena. He had always been observant, and something about the girl caught his interest. Aemond’s curiosity shifted to obsession as he watched her, particularly drawn to a unique birthmark on her shoulder that mirrored one he bore himself. The resemblance intrigued him, leading him to ponder the girl’s true lineage.

One sunny afternoon, Aemond sought out Ser Criston, eager to gain insight into the knight who had so recently risen through the ranks. They found themselves in a secluded corner of the gardens, the atmosphere thick with tension.

“Ser Criston,” Aemond began, his casual tone belied by the sharpness in his gaze. “We need to talk about the princess’s daughter.”

Criston’s heart raced, instinctively sensing the direction of the conversation. “What about her?” he replied, striving to keep his voice steady despite the storm brewing inside.

“She’s remarkable,” Aemond said, leaning in closer, a predatory glint in his eye. “But there’s something peculiar—did you notice the birthmark on her shoulder? It’s quite distinctive, isn’t it?”

The words hit Criston like a blow, and a chill ran down his spine. “What are you insinuating, Prince Aemond?” he asked, forcing his voice to remain calm.

“I’m merely stating the facts,” Aemond replied, his smile betraying a sense of victory. “It makes one wonder about her true parentage... You have a similar mark, do you not?”

Criston felt the ground shift beneath him. Memories of that fateful night with Rhaenyra flooded back, and the implications of Aemond’s words clawed at him. “Elena is Laenor’s daughter,” he insisted, though doubt began to creep in.

“Is she?” Aemond pressed, a sly grin on his face. “It seems that the princess has woven quite the tale, doesn’t it? But I wonder if she’ll be able to keep it hidden from those who are truly observant.”

Criston stepped closer, the air between them crackling with tension. “You will not speak of her like that,” he warned, his voice low and fierce. “A women’s lineage is not a game.”

Aemond shrugged, feigning disinterest. “You’re quite defensive for someone who claims to have no stake in this. But it is intriguing, isn’t it? The way she looks at you—there’s a connection.”

The challenge in Aemond’s tone ignited a fire within Criston. “I care for Elena, yes, but that doesn’t give you the right to speculate. I will protect her and the Targaryen at all costs.”

“Protecting her may not be enough,” Aemond said, stepping back with a flourish. “Just remember, secrets have a way of surfacing in this court. If you truly wish to keep Elena safe, you might want to consider how much you reveal—especially to someone like me.”

With that, Aemond turned to leave, the weight of his insinuations hanging in the air. Criston felt a surge of anger and protectiveness welling within him. He could not allow anyone to threaten Elena.

As the days turned into weeks, Criston found himself increasingly drawn to the pair, shadowing her throughout the castle, his instincts on high alert. He watched Rhaenyra readswith Elena, their laughter echoing through the halls, and he felt a fierce protectiveness blossom in his heart.

One evening, as Rhaenyra and Elena were walking in the gardens, Criston approached, a smile breaking through the tension that had gripped him for so long. “May I join you, my lady?” he asked, kneeling beside them.

“Of course, Sir Criston,” Rhaenyra replied, her eyes lighting up. Elena smiled, reaching for his hand, her fingers wrapping around his own.

“She’s getting gorgeous every day,” Criston said, watching Elena with a mixture of pride and love. “You’ve done well, Rhaenyra.”

Rhaenyra’s expression softened as she looked at him. “Thank you Sir Criston... I couldn’t have done it without your support.”

Criston felt a swell of emotion at her words, the bond they shared deepening. “I will always be here for her, for both of you,” he promised, his voice firm. “I won’t let anyone threaten your safety or Elena’s.”

Rhaenyra’s gaze turned serious. “But you must also protect yourself. The court is a dangerous place, and Aemond’s curiosity could easily turn into something more malicious.”

Criston shook his head, resolve hardening within him. “I won’t let Aemond or anyone else dictate our fates. I’ll face whatever challenges come our way to keep Elena safe.”

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the garden, Criston felt a renewed sense of purpose. He would shield Elena from the dangers that lurked in the shadows. The world around her might be fraught with treachery, but within their small circle, he vowed to create a sanctuary.

Days passed, and Aemond’s obsession grew, his sharp eyes always lingering on Elena. Criston sensed the danger rising, and every encounter with Aemond left him feeling more on edge. He could not shake the feeling that Aemond was plotting something.

One afternoon, Criston confronted Rhaenyra. “We need to speak about Aemond. His interest in Elena is becoming too intense.”

Rhaenyra’s brow furrowed with concern. “What do you mean?”

“I fear he may try to use her against you, to expose the truth and worst if he want to have her as his wife..” Criston replied, his voice low and urgent. “We cannot allow that to happen.”

Rhaenyra’s expression turned grave. “Then we must be vigilant. Elena’s safety is paramount.”

Criston reached for her hand, gripping it tightly. “I will not let anything happen to either of you. I swear it.”

As they shared that moment of solidarity, Criston felt a surge of determination. He knew he had to confront Aemond directly, to make it clear that he would do anything to protect Elena from his schemes.

The next time Criston encountered Aemond in the halls, he approached him with purpose. “Aemond, we need to talk.”

Aemond looked up, a smirk playing on his lips. “What is it, Ser Criston? More threats? I find them rather entertaining.”

“Leave Elena out of your games,” Criston warned, his voice low and fierce. “She is a child, not a pawn for your amusement.”

Aemond raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “Oh, a child really? She’s 17 Sir Criston, but I’m simply fascinated by her. She has the Targaryen fire in her, does she not?”

“She is more than that,” Criston shot back. “She is Rhaenyra’s daughter, and I will not allow you to put her in danger.”

Aemond stepped closer, their faces mere inches apart. “You’re quite protective of her. It’s touching, really. But you should know—there are consequences to defying me.”

Criston’s heart raced with anger and protectiveness. “I’m not afraid of you, Aemond. You may think you have the upper hand, but I will do whatever it takes to safeguard Elena.”

As Criston turned to leave, he felt Aemond’s gaze burning into his back, the tension thick in the air. He knew the game was far from over, but he would not falter. He would protect his family, no matter the cost.

Back in the safety of her chambers, Rhaenyra awaited Criston’s return. When he entered, she could see the tension in his posture, the fire in his eyes.

“What happened?” she asked, concern etching her features.

“Aemond thinks he can use Elena against us,” Criston said, pacing the floor. “I confronted him. He won’t stop until he gets what he wants.”

Rhaenyra moved closer, placing a hand on his arm. “You’ve done well to stand up to him. But we must be cautious. He’s dangerous.”

Criston looked down at her, his resolve hardening. “I won’t let him take either of you from me. She’s my family, my blood, and I will protect her at all cost.”

As he spoke those words, Rhaenyra felt the weight of their situation lift slightly. In the midst of the turmoil, there was solace in knowing that they were united in this fight. Together, they would navigate the treacherous waters of court intrigue, determined to keep their secret safe and their family intact.

In that moment, as they stood together, Rhaenyra felt a spark of hope ignite within her. They would face the challenges ahead with strength and courage, knowing that their bond was unbreakable.

The road would be fraught with danger, but together, they would overcome whatever obstacles lay in their path. For Elena, for their future, and for the love that had blossomed in the shadows, they would stand firm against the storm.

[frost-queen]

The fall of a knight (Reader!Targaryen x Sir Criston Cole)

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Summary: Reader dislikes Criston from how he acts towards your sister Rhaenyra. Constantly fighting with him and being sassy, till it starts attracting him. Years pass as Criston's attraction for you only grows. You still act the same towards him, not much changed over the years. When another starts flirting with you, it brings a bad jealousy over to Criston, taking you as his even though he can't have you. [R! has purple eyes just like in the books]

It was way too late when you got a sudden idea. The scenery taunting your dreams as it woke you up. Your thirst for knowledge needing to be lessened. Throwing the covers off you, you got out of bed, putting on your slippers. Your heritage of the Targaryen bloodline interesting you so much. Surely since you were the only Targaryen with lavender eyes. You had always wondered how it came.

Slightly opening the door to your chamber, you stuck your head out and peeked around. Seeing if there was anyone in the corridor.  Not being able to wait till morning, you just needed to get to the family library that withheld all of the Targaryen history. Perhaps there you might find answers to your questions. Perhaps there had been another with lavender eyes? Taking your chance, you ran out of your room, running through the corridors.

Sir Criston Cole was standing guard before your sister’s room. Making sure no one would disturb her sleep or come and harm her. Sir Criston furrowed his brows hearing rushed footsteps. Turning his head he saw you ran around the corner fast, making him tilt his head. It took him a few seconds before placing his hand on the top of his sword, coming to run after you. – “Princess!” – he said in a hushed tone to not alarm any others.

Clenching his jaw, he quickened up his pace. Sir Criston caught up with you, grabbing you to a stop. – “What are you doing out of bed?” – he questioned with a scolding voice. You were panting a bit, catching your breath. – “I need…I need to go to the library.” – you told him seeing his face change to anger. – “It’s the middle of the night!” – he shout-whispered to you.

“It can’t wait.” – you replied brushing his hand off you. Sir Criston took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. You crossed your arms, quirking your eyebrow up. – “Shouldn’t you be protecting my sister?” – you asked him. – “You need to be in bed!” – he countered crossing his arms as well.

 “Have you left her unattended?” – quirking your brow even more, just to taunt him. – “No.” – he groaned out. – “I don’t need saving. I’ll be quick.” – you said already turning round to head to the library as Sir Criston kept you in place by holding your wrist. Turning you back to him. – “Bed is where you are heading!” – he made clear, pulling you along with him.

You tried to pull your wrist out of his grip, but it was no use. Sir Criston led you back to your room, shoving you inside. – “Don’t get any funny idea’s princess!” – he scolded closing the door before him. You groaned annoyed. You hated that he had seen you. The thirst for knowledge still vivid. Unlike your sister, who was rather carefree, you were not.

You found her ignorant of her surroundings. She couldn’t even name any battle formations right. Rather spend her time with Alicent than prepare herself properly for her future on the iron throne. Kneeling down, you tried to look through the keyhole. You couldn’t see clearly, so you hoped Sir Criston Cole had left to guard your sister’s door once more. Taking the handle in your hand, you slowly opened the door, still crouched down. – “Going somewhere?” – Sir Criston commented, looking over his shoulder down to you.

A smirk on his lips. – “I hate you.” – you breathed out. Sir Criston positioned himself better in your view taking a dramatic bow at you. – “I’ll be here all night.” – he mocked just to taunt you more. Annoyed you shut the door again. He surely wasn’t going to let you pass now with him guarding your door. Pacing around, you hoped perhaps he’d fall asleep. Which was unlikely. The hours past as you felt yourself get exhausted. Eventually falling asleep sitting down, with your head down on the table.

The next day, your sister, Alicent and you were at the white tree. Rhaenyra and Alicent sitting down and gossiping. You sitting at the other end, as far away from them. You lifted your head up from your book, feeling a presence come from behind you. – “Had a good night rest?” – looking up, you saw Sir Criston Cole standing behind you. Making you roll your eyes at him. – “Should you not be watching my sister.” – you let out, focusing on your book once more. – “I am.” – he answered, still looking back at your sister.

“That the book you so desperately needed to read in the middle of the night?” – he teased with a smirk. His comment made you shut your book tight. – “Mockery, how elegant.” – you responded with a sneer while getting up. Giving him a sarcastic smile. Sir Criston Cole gave you a sarcastic smile back. – “Sir Criston!” – Rhaenyra called out to him. He lifted his head up to her, seeing her wave him over. Sir Criston jogged over to your sister to answer her plead. – “Jaos” dog you mumbled under your breath.

Sitting annoyed down, you watched how Rhaenyra wrapped him around her finger. Him doing all her bidding. Having enough, you got up, taking your leave. There was no room for you anyways. The three of them so caught up with each other, they hardly noticed you taking your leave. You made your way around the castle, ending up at the fighting court.

Soldiers practising as you stopped and stared. Observed their movement. Watched it with the upmost attention. Taking notice of their footwork. The way their muscles worked whilst handling the sword. It made you move your own foot to match their stand. Trying to get the right distance between your feet for a steady stand. Sir Criston found his way on the fighting court, seeing you watch the soldiers practise.

He got in motion heading over to you. Pausing briefly he noticed you swiping your feet over the ground setting it in a position. Making him furrow his brows. He then eyed the soldiers, making a link with what you were doing. Sir Criston made his way across towards you.

 “Found you!” – he said coming to be at your side. – “I didn’t need finding.” – you replied stoking some folds off your skirt. – “You left unattended.” – he answered making it clear to you. It made you scoff loud. – “You must’ve gotten an honour for observance.” – you mocked turning your head away from you. Criston grabbed you by your elbow a bit rudely. Turning you back to him.

“You do not leave unattended!” – he made clear, raising his voice a bit. – “Scared I’ll run?” – you replied with a teasing smile. – “Did I make myself clear?” – Criston called out pulling at your arm once more. You stared right back at him with your intriguing lavender eyes.

“Sir Criston, am I royalty?” – you asked him. – “Of course.” – he answered mesmerized by your gaze. – “Then stop bossing me around.” – you made clear giving him a little shove. Walking off, Criston kept staring at you. As you slowly started to attract him. Making him curl up a shy smile.

★゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

Sir Criston Cole entered the room, having searched everywhere for you. With a sigh of relief, he was glad to finally have found you. Asleep that was. With your head down on the table, a book underneath it. He approached you, nudging your shoulder to wake you. – “Princess.” – he said. – “Princess… Y/n wake up.” – he started to nudge you harder. – “Wake up Y/n.” – he said a bit louder.

You shot awake, hand shooting out as it him right in his nose. Criston groaned in pain, stumbling back. You got up apologizing. – “Oh sorry I thought you were someone else.” – you said until you could clearly see it was Criston. – “Oh it’s you, well that’s alright than.” – you continued with sass. Criston glared at you for the perhaps deliberate punch to the nose. Stretching out, you got up.

You saw him still cover up his nose, recovering from your little stomp. – “Oh please.” – you called out with a roll of your eyes. – “You hit me in the nose!” – Criston answered loudly. – “You’re a knight.” – you mocked that he should be used to it. Criston glared your way, as your attitude hadn’t changed over the years. – “The tournament, Y/n.” – Criston said changing the subject.

“Right.” – you answered with a sigh. Criston came by your side, walking out with you. – “Aren’t you participating this year Criston?” – you asked not with the intention to be curious. – “Yes.” – he answered. – “Then you’ll get used being hit in the nose.” – you teased with a laugh. Criston laughed mockingly loud to make clear your joke wasn’t even funny.

Getting outside, you let Criston guide you to the box. Rhaenyra already sitting down. – “Criston!” – she called out, waving her handkerchief around. She threw it at him as it fell down in the dirt at his feet. He bend down to pick it up as you left his side, coming to sit by your sister.

When Criston looked back up, he was surprised to see you gone. Looking up at the seats, he saw you sit by your sister. Criston took his leave to prepare. Rhaenyra and you were chatting a bit till the tournament began. You watched several men joist. Not nearly as amusing as you liked it to be.

Then came the one on one combat. There were two men fighting as Sir Criston and another were up next. – “Criston!” – Rhaenyra called out to him. Criston neared the box you sat, looking up as his gaze fixated on you. The other contender joined his side, looking over at you as well. – “Y/n Targaryen!” – he called out making Criston look at him. – “May I receive your blessings? A kiss from you will still my beating heart and give me strength enough to win this tournament for you.” – he said moving his hand out to you.

Rhaenyra tapped your knee enthusiastically at the attention you were getting. Criston clenched his jaw with tension. Clenching his hand into a fist. – “Fairest Targaryen, may I drown in your lavender eyes and hold your tender hands in his. This battle shall be in devotion to you.” – he continued as you stared in shock at him. – “Go on give him a kiss.” – Rhaenyra teased, pushing you to do so.

She practically shoved you out of your seat. Sighing loud, you knew she wouldn’t stop pestering you about it. You got up, making your way down to the edge of the box. Sir Criston staring hard at you, eyes widening at what you were about to do.

You tapped your finger against your cheek to let the knight know what to do. The knight turned his cheek towards you. You grabbed a hold of the frame in front of you, leaning closer to give the knight a kiss on the cheek. Sir Criston staring at it with disgust and jealousy. Rhaenyra cheered loudly from her seat, getting up to clap. You felt a bit foolish as the knight pressed his hand against his cheek.

Your gaze fell upon Criston, seeing how angered he was. Clearly fighting off demons inside of him. A battle you weren’t sure which side would win. A horn got blown as it announced the start of the next battle. You returned to your seat watching the next round. Sir Criston and the other knight you had given a kiss on the cheek.

Sir Criston sniffed loud, looking up to the seating where you sat. Smiling a bit that you dared to taunt him so much with this. With showing affection to anyone. The knight readied himself as Criston drew his sword. He called it out, running up to the man to let out all his anger and jealousy out. He was brutal and hard. Hardly leaving the knight room to breathe.

Rhaenyra stared in shock at him. Criston kept slashing his sword down on the knight’s shield. He lost balance, falling down as Criston got on him. Punching him a few times, making sure to hit the cheek you kissed. Wanting to wipe your sweet lips off him. Criston was a savage, rampaging. He wasn’t going to stop till there was death. – “Criston!” – you shouted loud, seeing that the knight below was barely giving any reaction.

“Enough!” – you made clear wanting him to stop. Criston stopped, his knuckles full with blood as it hovered over the knight’s face. The knight sputtered out some blood as Criston got off him. Claiming his victory. Having enough of this manly show-off, you got up, leaving the seats. Criston cleaned his hand, noticing you take your leave.

Without another thought, he went after you, going away from the tournament. – “Y/n!” – he called out catching up with you. He grabbed you by your shoulder, turning you to him to push you up against a tree. When your back hit the bark, you let out a gasp.

“Don’t do this to me Y/n.” – he spoke keeping his hands on your waist. – “Do what.” – you teased him making him smirk. – “Kiss another man in front of me.” – he replied grabbing you forcefully by your chin. Tilting your head a bit back as he stared firm at your eyes. It made you weak on your knees by the way he was staring hungrily at you. Criston took a step closer to you, nearing you more.

He let his thumb go down your lip, parting your lips by pressing on your under lip. Your heart was pounding loudly in your chest as your cheeks flushed with heat. – “Criston…” – you whispered as he tilted your chin aside, kissing your jawline. His touch send a warmth over you like a tidal wave. He went down, kissing you in your neck. 

It made you wrap your arms around him, scratching faintly his back. He knew he shouldn’t, but he wanted anyways. He wanted you to be his. So he simply claimed you as his even though he wasn’t allowed. Criston’s gaze met up with yours, staring fiercely back at you.

Then he smacked his lips on yours. Kissing you roughly. He immediately felt you kiss him back, diving with him into the intimacy. Criston started kissing you harder, quicker. Panting with each grasp for breath between kisses. For you were his, and his alone.

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[greycloudsinwinter]

Yandere Criston Cole and Targaryen female reader part 2(Vis and aemma first duaghter) . Let's say the reader married a man, but the man (prefers men). He resembles Criston in terms of hair color and eye color. (So the issue of the children's fathers does not raise any doubts.) All children, except the first son, inherit Criston's black hair. And their mother's violet eyes and pale skin. The first boy has the full Targaryen look. Moreover, he is his mother's heir.

YANDERE CRISTON COLE X TARGERYAN READER PART 2

🛡️ criston was like a dog , he’s loyal and if you were to ask anything of him he would gladly do it with a spring in his step.

🛡️you being married to your husband nearly drove criston insane. The man wasn’t good enough for you however when it is revealed that your newly wed husband preferred men it gave criston a solution.

🛡️he became your ally and more importantly the sire of your children. Know one could question the children either considering your husband shared similar features too sir criston.

🛡️criston is even more devoted to you after seeing you give birth to his children he knows what the world is like and will do everything in his power to protect you and the children.

🛡️anyone who even becomes slightly suspicious will be met with his sword through there throats.

🛡️your daughter is however by far cristons favourite he loves her and becomes a platonic yandere for her because she is the spitting image of you. However you always come first.

🛡️he debates if he should or shouldn’t kill your husband regularly but chooses not too for your sake.

🛡️your children practically have two fathers.

🛡️is more possessive and protective of you when you give him children. He sees them as an extension of you and him. There perfect in his eyes.

Thank you ❤️❤️

[dolorequiem]

Real pic of Crispin and Aegon from season 2

[alaffy]

House of the Dragon, Ep. 2x06 – Smallfolk (spoilers)

Well, this show can’t be any weirder than what’s happening in the real world today.  So, what the hell. 

Well, Daemon still is haunted.  But the lord of the Riverlands is dead and, hey, it sounds like that one chick isn’t a ghost. 

Rhaena is still in Vail, although it seems like she’s about to be kicked out, except there just so happens to be a wild dragon in the area.  Hmmm.

Aemond is going full tyrant mode.  He dismisses Alicent from the Small Council (which I wouldn’t be surprised if he gets rid of them all) and makes it very clear that he sees the army as expendable; this includes Sir Bitch.  He also doesn’t see why he needs to worry about the rumors the Smallfolk are floating around. 

Looks like Rheneyra and the White Worm may become more than allies. 

Aegon is mending, but it will be a long journey and some of his injuries will never fully heal.  This is a perfect opportunity for Lord Lrys (who’s been rejected as the Hand by Aemond); as he can teach him how to use his mind. 

So, there are two very important storylines in this episode.  First, as I mentioned, the White Worms plan to get the Smallfolk of King’s Landing on their side is going very well.  All they had to do was spread rumors that the wealthy were living large while the people starve.  And, of course, when the Smallfolk see large amounts of food going to the castle (which is probably mostly for the Dragons) they believe it to be the case. 

Which leads to part two of the plan.  Overnight, Rehneyra is able to send small boats of food to the shores of King’s Landing.  Of course, to the people, it give a message that she cares for them.  Which she does…but she’s also using them.  The food causes chaos in the streets and in the so happens to happen at the time that Alicent and Helena are at the Sept.  And, for some reason, the King’s Gard sees the trouble happening and decides that this is the perfect time to, you know, try to get the Queen’s back to their carriage instead of just keeping them inside the Sept and blocking the doors.  This leads to more chaos where someone, who was probably trying to help Alicent, has his arm chopped off and one of the Gold Cloaks beaten to death.  This, Aemond, is why you need to keep the small folk happy.

The other big event has two parts to it.  First, Vaemond does decided to become Rheneyra’s Hand.  He also decides to promote Ayran, who is his illegitimate son.  But wait, there’s more.  Ayran has a younger brother, who is also Vaemond’s son.

Second, Rheneyra is trying to see if Jayce’s suggestion works; namely, she is seeing if a dragon will accept a rider outside of the Targaryen bloodline.  It does not go well.  Seasmoke cooks the would be rider and flies off.  To the beach.  Where Seasmoke finds the younger song of Vaemond. 

And, at the end of the episode, Rheneyra is told that Seasnake has been spotted with a rider.  They fear it is someone from house Green.  Rheneyra who’s slowly realizing she can’t just let the men tell her to sit around and do nothing, decides to ride out on her dragon.   

[drunk-person]

Healing Kisses

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x wife!reader

Summary: After an injury on a normal day of training, Aemond Targaryen has difficulty understanding what it feels like to be cared for by his sweet wife, mainly because he is not used to receiving healing kisses.

WARNING: +18. Fluff, Fluff, Fluff and and a little bit of hot, Aemond trying to understand feelings, a bit of blood, basically a lot of softness, no description for the reader.

Word cont: 2.600 k

Author's note: Ok, I was minding my own business and this story just slipped my mind and ended up on my phone. I hope you guys like our guy trying to understand what love is hahaha 💕💕💕.

It had been about two months since Lady Y/n had gotten married, to Prince Aemond Targaryen. From the first day she saw him, she found him a disturbing man, with his silver hair, the black eye patch over one eye, the marked jaw that looked like it could cut the tips of her fragile fingers. He always seemed to be watching everything going on around him with trained eyes that she swore could see right through her.

Y/n's mother had prepared her her entire life for marriage, but not for a marriage with Aemond. Nothing was as she expected, since her husband seemed to have his own way of doing things, always silent and taciturn, just muttering from time to time, and most of the time she couldn't even decipher what he was saying, she didn't even know if he was speaking the same language as her at times.

The most unexpected thing of all, considering how reserved he normally behaved, was the fact that he liked to touch her when they were together in the martial chambers. Y/n felt her skin boiling every night with every touch he directed at her, sometimes harder, sometimes softer, but always firmly squeezing her waist, hips and breasts. Always doing things to her that Lady Y/n had not thought possible until marriage, and that just the mere thought of it made her blush and feel her skin heat up. The way he lay against her back after having poured himself inside her to the last drop and kept squeezing her breasts in a languid and soft way made her shiver.

But Y/n wasn't satisfied. She couldn't accept the fact that her Husband had such passionate touches for her at night, but didn't let her get close to him during the day, either physically or emotionally. Y/n respected him in that regard, aiming for nothing more than to be a good and obedient wife, but she wouldn't give up so easily. And with this in mind, she began to try to include herself in Aemond's daily activities and personal tastes.

Reading about the history of his ancestors, observing his favorite foods, sewing his clothes personally and even reading an old book she found in the library written by a maester who promised to teach Valyrian to even the most obtuse person. Which only made her feel even more foolish since she didn't understand a thing.

One of the best parts of trying to include herself in her husband's daily routine was watching his daily training, she usually did it in the morning after breakfast and even after a whole month watching him fight she still hadn't gotten used to the fact that he was so good, the sword seemed like an extension of his own arm and she had to restrain herself from sighing a few times while admiring him.

Until one particularly boring afternoon she decided to go down to the courtyard, since the library was very stuffy and she heard a maid saying that Aemond was fighting with Sir Criston Cole. As soon as she arrived, she leaned on the windowsill along with some other ladies, smiling as she watched her husband a little below, but the smile died on her lips a few minutes later when Aemond didn't dodge fast enough and Cole's blade wounded him in the left shoulder, drawing blood and staining the knight's sword.

Y/n's eyes widened when she saw her husband's blood and she felt her stomach churn. Aemond put his hand to his wounded shoulder and frowned, then returned to the fight furiously, disarming Cole, who apologized to the prince, but said that it wouldn't have happened if he had kept his guard up and focused.

Aemond just put away his own sword and walked with long strides into the Keep. Y/n could barely see what was in front of her, she just walked towards her husband with her eyes burning with concern.

-Husband! - She tried to reach him, but Aemond was walking too fast towards his own chambers. - Husband, please wait! Your arm is injured, you need to go see a maester!

Aemond entered the chambers, leaving the door open as he passed, as his wife followed closely behind.

-It was just a scratch, wife. - Aemond stated as she looked at him with tears in her eyes. - I'm going to be fine, it doesn't even hurt.

-Husband, if you're not going to let the maester look at this wound, at least let me take care of you! - She begged in a very worried voice, approaching him.

And with a snort, valuing his peace of mind, Aemond removed his doublet and undershirt, which had bloodstains at the site of the wound.

-By the gods, husband! - Y/n's eyes widened when she saw his shoulder. - How can you tell me this is just a scratch?

-Sit down here! - She pushed him down onto the chair with a very stern voice, and Aemond frowned - she had never used such a tone with him, always gentle and submissive to his wishes. - Don't move, I'll get hot water and an herbal ointment.

A little while later she returned with a basin full of water and a tray filled with things that a maid had brought. And Aemond watched with a very serious frown as she leaned over him with a clean, damp cloth, cleaning the coagulated blood with a very concentrated look on her face.

He barely realized that she had spoken to him, completely lost in what was happening.

- Husband? - She called him a little closer, stopping to clean the wound.

- Mmmm? - Aemond looked at her slightly confused when he finally realized that she was talking to him.

-I asked him if by chance it hurts. - She smiled, now using her usual sweet and gentle voice and Aemond didn't know why his belly warmed, but not with the excitement that had become so common in the last two months whenever he was near his wife, but with an unknown feeling.

- No. - He shook his head slowly as he answered. - I don't feel anything.

Nothing but a tingling where her warm and soft hand rested.

- Are you sure, husband? - Her look was doubtful as she frowned, Aemond just nodded and she continued her work. As soon as she finished cleaning the area, she left a few soft kisses on the wound and Aemond felt that a rope had pulled him through his navel at that moment.

-W-What are you doing? - He ended up stuttering unintentionally as he formed the sentence, feeling the skin where his wife was touching him warm as if she had touched him with a hot coal.

-Healing kisses. - She murmured simply against his heated and slightly reddened skin. - To help you heal faster.

Aemond frowned with his eyes slightly pressed together, enjoying that unfamiliar sensation in a strange way.

-And do they work? - He asked as if he suddenly had no control over his own tongue and felt very stupid for it as soon as he spoke.

-I believe so. - She smiled at him, leaving one last kiss at the end of the open wound, and Aemond felt less stupid for some reason after that.

-I'm going to apply the herbal ointment, okay? - She walked to the table, picking up one of the clay pots with a greenish, pasty mixture inside. - The maester said it should burn.

With a delicacy that Aemond had never felt in his entire life, she deposited the ointment on the open wound and gradually spread it with her fingertips, showing a look of implacable concentration on her face as if this were something of extreme importance.

Aemond hated wandering hands on him, hated receiving treatment from the maesters with their rough and hard touches, but with his wife it was different, the touches were so sweet and gentle that they were making him drowsy. And when she left more kisses after finishing applying the green ointment he thought that his mind had left his body and gone to another dimension.

-Mmmm.

-I hurt you? - She sounded very worried as she brought her right hand to the side of his face.

-Not at all. - He practically sighed, laying his head against her hand, and Y/n felt her heart warm when she had that reaction of familiarity from him.

-You need to take a bath, husband. - She stroked his cheek with her thumb, enjoying the moment where she was allowed to, smiling sweetly at him. - And after that I move on to another herb that the maester sent.

Aemond agreed, just nodding positively, feeling his whole body as if it were pleasantly numb as he walked towards the bathtub full of warm water on the other side of the rooms. And making him feel even lighter Y/n untied the front of his pants, blushing slightly as she helped him get completely undressed.

With a sideways smile at seeing his wife's reaction to his nudity, Aemond entered the bathtub, murmuring in satisfaction with the temperature of the water.

Y/n, her face still warm, knelt at the foot of the bathtub and gently massaged his uninjured shoulder, leaving sweet kisses there.

-This shoulder is not hurt. - Aemond spoke to her in a soft voice for the first time, making her smile against his damp skin.

-It must be at least sore from the effort. - She murmured very close to his neck, making him smile even though she couldn't see it.

-Join me, wife. - He turned his head back, watching her with a calm gaze.

And with a shy and very happy smile, Y/n removed her own clothes under the watchful eye of Aemond, who sighed when she was completely naked and embarrassed in front of him. The prince always found it sweet how she had not yet lost her shyness when being naked in front of him in these two months of marriage.

Y/n entered the bathtub and before she could sit on the other end of the bathtub he pulled her to sit on his thighs, leaving his wife very close to him, making her sigh.

-Are you sure it doesn't hurt at all, husband? - She gently ran her fingertips over the injured area.

-Mmmm. - He shook his head. - But I could use more kisses.

And with butterflies in her stomach Y/n did so, leaving sweet and moist kisses around her husband's shoulder who just laid his head back in contentment.

-You know if I had an injury like that I would be in a lot of pain. - She looked at him from under her eyelashes. - You are so strong husband.

Aemond had never felt so imposing in his entire life as when he heard his wife saying in that sweet and soft voice how strong he was, while looking at him from under her eyelashes sitting naked on his cock.

-I haven’t felt so much pain since I lost my eye. - Aemond didn't know where that had come from, he felt so relaxed at that moment that the words just flowed through his tongue with ease in a strange way. - It seems that I have become a little insensitive to slight pain.

Y/n gently ran her hand over his face where the eye patch was still firmly in place even during the bath. And after taking a deep breath fearing rejection after a day with so many advances she asked.

-Can I see husband?

Aemond automatically looked away, staring at his wife's breasts while his hands firmly locked on her waist.

-You don't want to see that, wife. - He muttered through his teeth. - It's not pleasant to look at.

-I think everything about you is pleasing to the eye, husband. - She tried to encourage him by stroking the scarred cheek below the eye patch, but still feeling afraid that he would push her away from him. - I would appreciate it very much if you let me see all of you.

And even fearful of his wife's reaction, taken by that strange and unfamiliar feeling in the midst of that moment of softness, Aemond removed the eye patch and dropped it on the floor next to the bathtub without looking her in the eyes.

Aemond's stomach turned as much as it had flown for the first time on Vhagar when he felt his wife's soft lips placing a gentle kiss against the deformed skin where his eye had once been.

-Gavy. (Gevie -Beautiful) - Her voice sounded like a very poor attempt at High Valyrian and Aemond's eyebrows arched.

-Where did you learn that?

-I read it in a book in the library. - She lowered her eyes in embarrassment. - Was the pronunciation bad?

-It was perfect. - He murmured with his eyes closed, lost in those sensations as he felt her sweet kisses against his face.

And with redoubled affection Y/n washed the herbs from Aemond's body and with a smile noticed that the redness had divided quite a bit, as well as the bleeding.

-After the bath I need to apply another ointment to you according to the maester, husband. - She smiled completely happy with her husband's moment of confidence. - To help it heal, he said.

-Mmm. - Aemond would let her do anything about him, as long as he could feel the softness of his wife's touch and her care and concern directed at him.

And with a sigh he trailed kisses down her soft neck, drawing low sighs and gasps from those gentle lips.

-I want you to be the one to take care of me from now on, wife. - He continued kissing her, and with a smile of pure contentment Y/n nodded positively to her husband.

-It is a pleasure for me to take care of you, husband. - She sighed at him in joy, making Aemond's heart accelerate in a strange way that made him want to vomit. He didn't understand what it was, it wasn't desire, something he was very familiar with as he desired his wife constantly, yes he was hard against her wet intimacy, but there was more.

There was something strange consuming him inside without explanation and he felt that even if he took her at that moment he wouldn't be close enough to her. And as he slid into her warm and receptive intimacy, he could feel his wife's arms hugging him tightly and pulling him closer and closer to her while she left kisses on his shoulders and face, making him lose himself inside her, feeling more and more of that sensation as strong as the pleasure of spilling his own seed inside his wife.

And letting himself be carried away by that moment, Aemond kissed her sweetly on the lips, almost a soft caress, while he felt her entangle her hands in his hair, caressing it in a way so gentle that it didn't seem intended for sex, but rather for something more delicate that the prince couldn't say the name.

-Skoros issi ao naejot issa? (What are you doing to me?) - He muttered between sighs, and Y/n had no idea what he had said, but chose to think it was something good.

All those unknown emotions, feelings and sensations were too much for Aemond, tearing from him an unparalleled pleasure that he had never felt in his entire life, and he poured himself deep inside his wife while hugging her tightly to his chest with a poignant need to feel her as close to him as possible.

And when Y/n came in his arms soon after, looking into his eyes without a hint of repulsion for his missing eye, but rather kissing him again while admiring him with pure devotion, Aemond knew. His wife's healing kisses might not help his wounded skin heal any faster, nor would they even bring back the eye that had been ripped out, but perhaps little by little they could help him heal much deeper wounds.

[raven-dor]

you are my moonlight

In which gwayne hightower meets his future wife, and his timing is most unfortunate

PAIRING: gwayne hightower x reader, alicent hightower x PLATONIC!reader, rhaenyra targaryen x PLATONIC!reader

WARNINGS: fluff, young love, friends fighting, creepy viserys, horrible timing

WORD COUNT: 3.5k

🎶 : moonlight - ariana grande

AN: 🩵 - this could be read as a prequel to come back to me, but does NOT have to be read to understand any context!!

The tourney was in full swing, Y/N sitting eagerly on Rhaenyra’s left. The first two matches had finished rather similarly, with Sir Criston Cole being the winner. What the trio was actually waiting for was Prince Daemon’s match. It was all Rhaenyra had talked about for days and the fact that he’d gifted her a necklace of Valyrian steel, a rare and precious token that many in the realm could not afford. Of course, Rhaenyra and her family were the exception, as they were one of two of the only remaining High Valyrian houses left.  

The knights of the realm lined up before the Prince, the Master of Revels, announced the man himself. “Prince Daemon of House Targaryen, Prince of the City, will now choose his first opponent.” The prince rode down the line, inspecting each knight briefly. He quickly settled on Alicent���s brother, Ser Gwayne. “For his first challenge, Prince Daemon Targaryen chooses Ser Gwayne Hightower of Oldtown, eldest son of the Hand of the King.” 

Alicent grew restless, picking at the skin surrounding her fingers. Y/N wished she could comfort the auburn haired girl herself, but Rhaenyra grabbed her friend's hand quickly, stopping her from further injury. The two men lined up on their respective sides, racing towards each other. 

Ser Gwayne released the first blow to the shock of the stands. Y/N beamed, though she did not know why. She hardly knew the knight, only hearing of him through Alicent when she recalled her childhood. The second round was quick, and at the last second, Prince Daemon lowered his joust in front of the horse's legs, causing it to topple over, taking Ser Gwayne with it. She gasped, a hand covering her mouth. She mumbled, knowing Rhaenyra would not stand for any untoward talk of her uncle. “By the seven.”

Ser Gwayne did not move, and Alicent grew more anxious by the second. Y/N reached her hand out, grasping Alicent's briefly. “He will be alright, Alicent, I know it.” The squires lifted him from the ground, walking him over to the medicine tent. He would be transported later to the sept, Y/N assumed. She would have to visit him and keep him company while he recovered. 

Prince Daemon approached the Royal apartment, and Rhaenyra instantly approached her uncle. “Nicely done, Uncle.” Alicent and Y/N followed suit, still squeamish from the clearly immoral act.

“Thank you, Princess.” Daemon nodded his head. “Lady Y/N.” 

“My Prince.” 

He turned to Alicent. “Now, I’m fairly certain I can win these games, Lady Alicent. Having your favor would all but assure it.” Alicent walked away, and Daemon smiled once more at the ward of the crown. “Next tourney, my lady, I shall ask you.” 

Y/N laughed. “I look forward to that day, my Prince.” 

Alicent returned swiftly, placing her favor on the Prince’s joust. “Good luck, my Prince.” The three girls sat down, waving at the crowd. The tourney had turned sour near after, with three fights breaking out, all ending in death. The knights, who had never seen battle, were bloodthirsty from what she could tell.

Y/N grew nauseous quickly, begging Rhaenyra for pardon so that she did not grow sick. Rushing out of the royal apartment, she decided to visit Ser Gwayne while she still had the nerve. The tent was quiet, with the exception of a few masters concocting ointments. Y/N peaked around the corner, coming face to face with Alicent’s brother. She curtsied, bowing her head. “My lord.” He tried to sit up, but she quickly stopped him. “Please, there is no need to further harm yourself.” 

He smiled gratefully. “I must ask for your forgiveness, my lady; I do not remember meeting you.” 

“I am Y/N of House Hawthorne. A ward of the crown and a friend of your sister’s.” 

“A pleasure, my lady.” He tilted his head. “Has she sent you here then?” 

“Alicent remains at the tourney. I-” She blushed, realizing how foolish it sounded. “I saw your joust, and I wanted to see that you were well. For Alicent’s sake.” 

He nodded, a smirk growing on his lips. “For Alicent, of course. I must say, I have not heard of House Hawthorne.” She smiled, sitting beside him.

“We are located in the Westerlands, my lord, and are sworn to House Lannister.” She looked closer at his wound, wincing. “Your wound looks rather agitated still. Would you mind if I-” 

He shook his head quickly. “Please. I would be most appreciative.” 

She stood, sneaking a cloth and an herb she knew caused numbing. Wrapping it carefully, she dipped the cloth in water, tapping it lightly on his skin. “This should numb the pain, for now, my lord. I’ve known this herb to speed the healing process along quite nicely.” 

He hummed, closing his eyes. “How did you become so well acquainted with such knowledge?” 

“My mother was a trained healer, my lord.” 

“Please call me Gwayne.” He peeked through his eyelids, giving her a kind smile. “You’ve all but earned it.” 

“Very well, my lo- Gwayne.” She nodded. “If I can call you by your name, it is only fair that you call me by mine.” 

He scoffed. “Hardly. That would be highly improper.” 

She raised an eyebrow, still delicately tapping the cloth. “Opposed to what you have asked of me?” 

He nodded, steadfast. “You are a lady. You should be addressed as such.” 

Dipping the cloth back in the water, she laughed. “Hardly.” 

“Using my own words against me.” He laughed back. “My, you are a wonder.” 

“Y/N?” 

She froze, turning around quickly. For some reason Y/N felt guilty, caught even. But seeing Alicent stand at the end of her brother’s bed, her face as pale as the winter snow, made the girl forget her worries. Y/N dropped the cloth in the bowl, rushing to Alicent’s side. “What is it? What’s happened?” 

“The Queen. She’s-” Alicent leaned closer, whispering in her friend's ear. “She’s dead.” Y/N gasped.

“I-” Y/N turned back to Gwayne, waving quickly. “It was wonderful to make your acquaintance, my lord.” The two girls rushed off, leaving the knight thoroughly confused. 

“Call me-” The girl was out of the tent before he could finish his sentence.

The funeral was a somber affair, as to be expected. Alicent and Y/N stood close by to Rhaenyra, staring at the covered bodies. Syrax, the Princess’s dragon, stood at the top of the hill, waiting for its orders. They stood in silence for the better part of an hour before Prince Daemon whispered in Rhaenyra’s ear, no doubt telling her that she would have to be the one to give the order. 

A shiver ran down Y/N’s spine as her friend stepped forward, catching a sob. “D-” Rhaenyra took a deep breath, commanding her dragon. “Dracarys.” 

The yellow fury let out a great blast, effectively burning her mother and brother’s corpses. Rhaenyra turned away, unable to look at her deceased loved ones. Soon after, the crowd dissipated, leaving Rhaenyra, Y/N, and Alicent still standing by the sight. Y/N stayed back as Alicent approached their grieving friend.

“My lady.” 

Y/N turned, smiling lightly at the Hightower. “My lord.” 

“I believe last we met, I asked you to call me by my name.” He smirked. “Or am I mistaken?” 

She laughed quietly. “I believe the herb I applied made you hallucinate, my lord. You never said anything of the sort.” 

He laughed. “I’m sure you would never lie to me, so I shall take your word for it.” 

Y/N looked back at her friends, her heart aching. 

“She is an unlucky Princess,” Gwayne muttered. 

“Yes, indeed. Losing a parent is never easy.” 

“I am sorry.” Y/N turned back to the young knight, confusion etched on her face. “It is just- I assumed that with you being a ward of the crown-” 

“You would be correct. But it has been so long, I hardly remember what it was like to have parents.” 

He frowned. “That is horrible. I lost my own mother just a year ago.” He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, and she tried to ignore the shock that rang through her body. “It is never easy.” 

She shook her head, placing a hand delicately over his. “You are, unfortunately, correct.” 

A cough broke the pair apart, Y/N practically jumping at the interruption. “I could use some company on Dragonback.” Rhaenyra practically whispered. “Would you join me?” 

“Of course.” She turned back to Gwayne, curtsying quickly. “My lord.” 

The two girls walked up the hill, arm in arm. Alicent looked curiously at her brother. “What are you doing?” 

He whipped around, laughing at his sister. “Whatever do you mean?” 

“I only meant to say, you’ve taken a recent fascination in Y/N.” 

“Yes.” He nodded. “And your point?” 

Alicent smiled, shaking her head. “Merely a statement, brother.”

The palace gardens were in full bloom this time of year, and Y/N always found comfort in the little corner with a quaint fountain and an outlook of the ocean. Rhaenyra and she frequented this spot often in their youth, and Y/N needed respite from the high tensions at court. She’d been stuck on the same page for what seemed like hours when a voice broke through her focus. “We meet again.” Gwayne bowed his head, grinning much too widely. “My lady.” 

Y/N made no effort to stand, raising her eyebrows. “I am beginning to think, my lord, that you have been following me.” 

“Not that I am…” He started, sitting at the end of the cushioned chair that she occupied. “But if I was, it might have something to do with the fact that you are still not calling me by my name.” 

She laughed. “Is it that simple?” 

He nodded. “Quite. But do not worry yourself, I’ll wait.” His eyes sparkled. “My lady.” 

Y/N welcomed the challenge; she could sit there for hours, reading and ignoring the handsome knight. She glanced down at her book, ignoring his devilishly handsome smile. “You’ve read that page three times already.” She glared over the top, and he held his hands up in surrender, laughing. “Sorry.” 

She looked back down, flipping the page to prove a point. He sighed, standing and walking over to the daisies that bordered the fountain. Picking the fullest one he could find, he stopped in front of the girl, holding it out. “May I?” 

“I will not wilt at the sight of you because you are a lord.” She stood, closing her book. “I am not a flower like the thing you hold in your hand.” 

He nodded. “You are not.” He raised the daisy, tucking it behind her ear. “You are however, as pretty as one.” 

Her cheeks turned pink, and she murmured. “You flatter me, my lord.” 

“And why shouldn’t I? One should always flatter a beautiful woman when given the chance.” He smiled. “I believe calling me by my name shall suffice as thanks.” 

She scoffed, smacking his chest lightly. “You are quite confident, Gwayne.” 

“You’ll find-” He stopped, his smile brightening ten fold. “You said my name.” 

Y/N nodded, walking away. “I did.” 

He followed after, like a lost puppy. “What shall you do with the rest of your day, I wonder?” 

She shrugged. “I do not know, but it will most certainly be out of your presence.” 

He gasped, holding his chest. “You hurt my heart when you say such things.” 

She laughed, stopping and pretending to check him over. “However will you survive?” 

“I think it is terminal my lady.” 

“And what affliction have you caught, Ser Gwayne?” Y/N forced a giggle back, trying her hardest to behave seriously. 

“Lovesickness.” He sighed. “I’m afraid there is no cure.” 

She stepped closer, a pink dusting her cheeks. “I shall mourn you then.” 

“Well, I’m sure we could-” 

“Y/N!” 

Gwayne had never hated the Princess Rhaenyra more in his life than that moment. She was a generally tolerable girl, and a good friend to his sister, but in that moment she stood between him and you, and he wanted nothing more than to tell her to leave. He stepped away from you hesitantly, bowing quickly. “Princess.” 

The Targaryen made no effort to hide her humor at the situation. “I apoligize for the intrusion. Alicent and I were about to go to the Sept, and I did not want you to think we left you behind.” 

Y/N smiled brightly, waving disapointedly to the knight. “Feel better, my lord.”

Alicent tilted her head, yelling back at her brother. “Better? Are you quite well brother?”

Y/N yet again found herself in the gardens, but this time she was here for the soul purpose of seeing Gwayne. She wore her best dress, had her maid’s put her hair up intricately, and even applied some rouge. Not too much, she wouldn’t want people to think the wrong thing. She was a lady, as Gwayne never ceased to remind her. Sitting carefully on the cushioned chair, she positioned herself towards the entrance, waiting for the familiar mop of auburn hair to peek through. She’d begun to think he wouldn’t show when his familiar tenor broke through the tranquil silence. 

“My lady, I thought I would find you here.” She lowered the book, her stomach fluttering when his eyes widened slightly. “You look-” 

“Gwayne, I-” They both stopped, laughing at their ill timed words. “It seems that we cannot find a moment of peace.” 

He nodded, breaking the distance between them. “I have wanted to tell you something for quite some time now. I cannot seem to summon the words to leave me.” He laughed, but his nerves were evident. “It is just…” 

“Yes?” Y/N smiled, hating how nauseous she felt. 

“I wanted to say that-” 

A loud sob rang through the garden, pulling them out of their haze. Gwayne drew his sword, in case the sob resulted in any trouble. Y/N tried to round the corner before him, but he shook his head, leading her carefully through the hedges. 

“Rhaenyra?” Y/N quickly left her place behind Gwayne, rushing to her friends side. “Are you alright?” 

“She’s betrayed me. I cannot- I can’t-” The princess looked up, glaring at the knight. “Can we go some place else?” 

Y/N nodded, her face visibly disappointed. She walked Rhaenyra out of the gardens, sparing Gwayne one last look, mouthing the words ‘I’m sorry.’

The castle had been throw off it’s axis by the sudden shift within it’s walls. Rhaenyra was no longer speaking to Alicent, which meant Y/N was no longer speaking to Alicent, which meant that the once close knit group of friends were no longer a trio. 

It had been that way since they were children, almost ten years ago. Y/N not speaking to Alicent meant she could not speak to Gwayne, or so she assumed. She and Rhaenyra had not talked about it much since the day it was announced, always leaving a sour taste in the Princess’s mouth. 

Y/N just wished Rhaenyra could forgive her friend for something she had no control over. The Royal Wedding was tonight, and Rhaenyra had insisted that Y/N walk in with the princess, even though she wasn’t family. When Y/N brought this up, her friend scolded her, saying that ‘My father has insisted, I’m afraid. You are his ward, and he has grown to think of you as his own.’ 

Now, she sat beside Rhaenyra while the ceremony took place, sneaking glances at the brides brother. Rhaenyra had picked out Y/N's dress herself, saying that she needed something worthy of a princess. She was not one to argue and let the Princess do whatever she wanted as long as she was distracted from the day at hand.

Arm in arm with the Princess, she dreaded when they finally reached the hall and had to congratulate the ‘happy’ couple. Poor Alicent, married at fifteen, was not something she wished on her worst enemy. Especially to a man twenty years your senior. The doors opened wide, the crowd quieting at the sight of the princess and her companion. Among that crowd was Gwayne, staring at her with desperate eyes. 

Her cheeks turned pink, quickly breaking the contact. Chatter quickly filled the hall once more as Rhaenyra reached the top of the steps, curtsying quickly. “Congratulations, step-mother. Father.” 

Y/N shivered. Rhaenyra's tone was as cold as the Wall. She wanted to curse her friend for making her go after that display. She sunk to the floor, bowing her head. “Many happy returns, My Queen, My King.” 

Viserys smiled gratefully. “Thank you Y/N. You have been a loyal friend to my daughter and wife. I shall not forget it.” 

The young girl nodded, equally disgusted and horrified at what the king had just said. Surely he realized how immoral it was. “Of course Your Grace. I live to serve and provide assistance to my Princess.” 

She released a breath she hadn’t known she was holding, sitting down beside Rhaenyra. “Could you at least have tried to be nice?” 

“I was.” The princess raised an eyebrow, and Y/N almost laughed, realizing her friend was being serious. 

“Of course. A jest, my lady.” 

Rhaenyra laughed. “So formal.” 

“We are at a wedding, Rhaenyra. It would be inappropriate for me to call you anything other than my lady, by the court's standards.” 

“Well I am the princess, and I say you call me Rhaenyra.” 

“Very well.” Y/N smiled, taking a large sip of her wine. “This will be an entertaining night.” 

Besides the occasional snide comment thrown at the obviously overwhelmed bride, the night had been otherwise peaceful. Y/N tried her best to sway Rhaenyra from attacking the queen outright, and she’d been successful. So far. She’d been in the middle of listening to Rhaenyra’s adventure of gathering the stolen dragon egg from her uncle when a cough interrupted. 

“Excuse me, Princess.” The pair turned around to see Gwayne staring at Y/N not Rhaenyra. Odd. He had addressed Rhaenyra, not her. “May I ask the Lady for a dance?” 

Y/N widened her eyes, looking in between the two. She was sure Rhaenyra would say no or burst out in flames from having to talk to Alicent’s brother, but she simply nodded her head, going back to her meal. Gwayne extended his hand, leading her to the dancefloor. He whispered as they moved, keeping in mind the intruding ears that surrounded them. “I have missed your company, my lady.” 

“I have missed yours as well.” 

“I know much has happened since we last spoke, but it has not deterred me. If anything, it has made me realize that I cannot stand to be apart from you.” Her cheeks turned pink for the second time that night. 

“You are very kind, Gwayne.” 

“Yes, well, it is not hard when you are the one I compliment.” He shook his head. “I am returning to Old Town soon. In two weeks time, after my sister settles into her new life.”

Her heart fell, eyes watering. “I hope your journey is swift.” She gulped, mumbling. “I shall miss you in truth.” 

He tilted his head, smiling. If she were not in a public place, she would admonish him for smiling at her pain. “What I mean to say is, I am infatuated with you. And I would like to seek your hand in marriage. From the king of course.” 

She gasped, her eyes widening. “I beg your pardon?” 

“I would like to marry you.” He spoke softly, now fully grinning. “If you would have me. You do not have to say yes, but I assure you, your affection for me will grow with time.”

“With time? Gwayne, I-” Y/N whispered so quietly she wasn’t even sure she’d spoken. “I have already grown to admire you. Much more than a friend should. That is no concern of mine.” 

“Ah.” The knight nodded. “Well, that settles it then.” 

“Settles what?” 

“We are to be married.” 

“Yes, well…” She sighed. “You cannot propose to me at your sister’s wedding. It would be improper.” 

“Damn impropriety.” He hissed, twirling you as the dance required. “Praytell, when would be a proper time then?” 

“Any other day, my love.” 

He stopped in the middle of the dance floor, her face growing red. “Gwayne people are looking.” 

He seemingly did not hear her. “My love.” 

“If you are going to tease me-” 

“You called me, my love.” 

“Gwayne…” She whined, gesturing to the prying eyes. “Can we please leave the floor? People will start to wonder…” 

“I desperately want to kiss you.” 

Thank the Seven the dance ended then. She bowed quickly. “Thank you for the dance, my lord.” Rushing back to her seat, she stared at the table, shock running through her veins. 

“Did he propose then?” 

Y/N whipped her head over, glaring at her friend. “You knew?” 

“Of course I knew. Y/N, I’ve known he was going to propose since I saw him approach you at my mother’s funeral.” 

“Rhaenyra, I’m so sorry.” 

“Whatever for?” 

“I don’t want you to feel betrayed. I had no intention of-” 

“Do not apoligize to me.” She placed her hand in Y/N's. “You are my friend. I am happy for you, truly. He is a good man, he will treat you well. I know it.”

“I haven’t said yes, Rhaenyra.” 

“Yet.” Her friend laughed. “You haven’t said yes, yet.”  

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Delicate | Aemond Targaryen

This is just my second time writing for this universe, so I'm still learning! I think I am open to taking requests for Aemond as well if you're interested!

featuring | king!Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen x Reader

length | 918 words (another shorty!)

synopsis | You take a tumble and Aemond is worried about your condition since you're such a soft girl

warnings | fluff + mention of blood

Aemond circled the map laid in front of him, hands clasped behind his back as Sir Criston looked on, observing his king.

Without announcement, a member of the Kingsguard entered the chamber, a worried expression on his face.

"My Grace,” he bowed his head, “there’s been an incident with the Queen.”

Aemond slammed his fist on the table before hastily exiting the room.

x x x 

A few tears escaped your eyes and you felt silly, but you were in pain. There was certainly no room for ‘toughening up’ as you grew up in a castle surrounded by brothers and guards. You lived a soft life – a delicate life, and even something like a scrape threw you entirely off your senses. But this was a step beyond a scrape, and you kept hiccups at bay as the maester applied the thin, viscous ointment to your exposed flesh.

“What’s happened?” Aemond swept into the room like a cool wind on a fall day with threat of a looming winter.

Looking up at your husband, the tears you’d managed to keep at bay spilled forth, face crumpling slightly. Aemond’s eye cut to Ser Noble, your dedicated member of the Queensguard.

“Speak,” he commanded.

“Aem,” you sniffled, wanting to take the heat off your Queensguard. It truly wasn’t Ser Noble’s fault.

“I said speak,” he insisted, taking a step toward your protector.

“My King,” Ser Noble began, “it was a true and honest mistake,” he added. Aemond’s expression of fury never faulted, especially at the hiccup you tried to stifle.

“Husband, please,” you pleaded. Aemond steeled his expression, approaching his wife as the maester finished wrapping your arm in a muslin cloth, fastening it gently.

“The Queen will be just fine in time, perhaps with a small scar,” the maester explained, “I will return to apply the salve in the morning and in the evening.” Aemond’s eyes tracked as the maester left the room.

“I will administer the salve,” the King scowled, to which the maester nodded curtly.

“Ser Noble, please take your leave,” you moused out, to Aemond’s displeasure.

“I believe Ser Noble still needs to regale me with how this came to be,” he frowned deeply.

“Ser Noble may go, please Aemond,” you insisted. The king acquiesced to your wishes and tracked the knight as he left your shared apartments.

Kneeling beside your seat on the chaise, he gently took your hand.

“What happened, my Queen?” He asked, trying his best to be softer, but still quite upset at the site of your blood. He firmly believed he should never see you bleed, your blood was far too precious.

“I…” you sniffled again, making his heart feel like lead. “I just wanted to play with the children,” you explained, “they were playing a game with a ball I’d sent to the home, kicking it about the courtyard,” you continued. “but my feet got caught up in my skirt and I fell to the ground, with only my arm to catch me.”

Aemond’s brows knit into a tight, blond bridge, but his anger began to slowly dissipate.

“And it hurts quite bad,” you emphasized, whimpering gently.

“Let me see,” Aemond said, gingerly grasping your wrist and bringing it up to his eye-level.

“Gentle,” you sniffled once more.

Aemond knew his wife was a fragile thing – gentle in make and demeanor – something he rather enjoyed about you. Your softness was a steep contrast to his sharp edges.

“I believe you’ll make a full recovery, my queen,” he whispered gently, reaching up to thumb away the crystalline tear on your cheek.

“I scared the children, and got blood on my favorite dress,” you pouted, “Gods Aemond it hurts so bad,” you whimpered. Aemond’s eye flickered down to your soft pink dress, noting the blood that stained the impossibly silky fabric, trimmed with gold trappings along the neckline.

“We’ll have a new one made, exactly the same,” he assured quietly. “And for the children, I assure you, those orphans have seen much worse,” he replied, pressing two soft kisses to your knuckles. “I believe it would be best for you to rest in bed,” he advised.

“Is that your recommendation, maester Aemond?” You asked quietly between sniffles, bringing a whisper of a smile to your husband’s face. “Come now, my little ward, let your King tuck you in,” he said, standing to his full height and stepping back, allowing you space to stand from the chaise. “Aemond,” you gasped as your King lifted you into his arms, mindful of your bandage as he carried you over to your bedchamber. 

“It’s alright,” he insisted, moving swiftly to the bed. Setting you gently atop your made bed, he quickly worked to elevate your arm before bringing you a glass and carafe of water. “What can I do?” He asked, noting the unfallen tears in your lashes.

“Hold me,” you murmured, that deep pout causing him heartache. Aemond carefully joined you in bed, and you were quick to turn into his body, bandaged arm slung over his middle.

“They were so scared, Aemond, it broke my heart,” you bit your lip, looking up at your husband from your place on his chest, the scent of his clothing bringing you comfort.

“The children will be just fine,” he replied, “I will see to it,” he added quietly.

“You’ll take care of me?” You asked quietly, big eyes still brimming with tears.

“Of course, my Queen.”

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Chapter 9 Pure as The Driven Snow

Chapter 9 of Moonlight

A/N- We’re back with new chapters! I hope you guys like it. I got real nervous writing this. I don't know why! Also is it a sign that your dragon likes your lover more than your husband?

Warning- some swearing, talks of pregnancy, Angst!, fluff, hunting SPOILERS, LONG CHAPTER.

Pairing- Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!fem-reader, Cregan Stark x Velaryon!fem-reader

Episode- After 1x10 & before 2x01

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*A FEW MONTHS AGO*

“Dragon fruit for the dragon Princess?”

“Pearl necklace for the Siren of Driftmark?”

“Oranges? They are good for a growing babe.”

You touch your 6-month-old swollen belly and come to another stop in front of a stand to study the big round oranges stacked so neatly on the crates.

“How much?” You ask the vendor.

The man puts his hands on his hips and studies his fruit for a moment before facing you. “Discount for you Princess. 5 Silver dragons.”

You glance at Aemond, and he makes his hesitation known before handing you your pouch of money. He doesn’t find this trip necessary, he says that whatever you want can be brought to you right away, especially because you’re with child, but, being stuck in the same rooms all day is torture! You told him the baby and you would go mad while batting your eyelashes really sweetly and he hesitantly accepted without a fight.

“I’ll give you 10 golden dragons instead of silver,” you tell the vendor as you get out the golden coins that make the man’s eyes almost pop out of eyes. “Find good use for it.”

The man shares a nervous laugh and takes the money, but holds your hand before he steps away and bows his head. “Thank you, Princess. Thank you, may the gods bless you and yours.”

You offer him a kind smile, and then gently pull away to pick the oranges, but he suddenly blocks the oranges with his hands. “No, these are no good. I have perfect ones. Juicy and sweet.”

He crouches and pulls out a box from under the table and hands it to you. Albeit before you can even reach for it, Ser Criston takes the box for you.

“Have a nice day, sir,” you direct at the man before you continue down the street lively with people.

“<He ripped you off you know,>” Aemond grumbles in High Valyrian so the people around you wouldn’t understand him.

You scoff softly and hook your arm around his. “In Winterfell, Lady Arra, and Lord Stark treated their people like they were friends and they got respect.” You sigh and shrug gently. “Of course, I know not everyone has good intentions, but Lord Stark taught me how to read people. I try to use his advice when talking to people here, it is why I know this guy was no trickster.”

Aemond hums in comprehension but doesn’t actually agree or take in what you said. You may be down amongst the people, but he’s in the clouds where he’s untouchable. The only thing that matters is your mention of Lord Stark.

“You and Lord Stark are close friends?”

You don’t remove your hand from his arm even if you’re tempted to, you don’t let your eyes flicker even if you have the burning need to look away to hide the truth. You keep the faint smile that decorates your features and keep looking around. “Well considering I lived in Winterfell for five years, yes, we are good friends. Or were.”

“You don’t write?” He probes and keeps his focus on you to try and watch for anything that might give you away. “You often get letters from Winterfell.”

There’s no excuse for a lingering silence, you can’t breathe a certain way because he’s paying close attention, so you turn your head to meet his gaze and share your rehearsed lie. “Sometimes, but I talk to someone else. A lady friend that lives in the castle. One of late Lady Arra’s friends.”

Aemond holds your gaze and tries to pick up on something just a hair out of place, but you keep composed well and he goes unaware once again, letting you let out a small breath and smile with relief.

“I won’t go poor by giving these people something extra. Bless them and the gods bless you. Lady Stark would say that.” You return the subject to what you were previously talking about. “Besides I actually got a craving for oranges. Or the babe did.” You grin and touch your belly again, feeling a small movement now that makes you giddy.

“Feel,” you beckon Aemond and snatch his hand from his side to press it against your small belly. “He’s moving.”

Aemond comes to a stop in the middle of the street and caresses your belly very gently, letting you watch his blue eye soften, and those thin lips show a faint smile.

And since it took him no time to show his affection or his bliss you can’t help but grin in awe before you slide his hand to the other side. “See?” You interject softly. “He wants oranges.”

A wider smile tugs on Aemond’s face before he takes your hand again and continues to walk with you down the street.

“You do not know that it is a boy,” he likes to remind you.

You giggle. “I do. It’s an instinct. When I imagine the babe I see a boy. Always. We will have a boy. I’ll even bet you.”

Aemond scoffs and smirks. “You can place your bets with Aegon. He never turns down the chance to gamble. I believe you.”

“Good,” you grin. “Now I wonder how many kids we will have, six? I want a big family. But if I can’t have so many I will be content with two, but we need to have a baby girl.”

“So you can name her Daenys?” Aemond finishes for you, making you look at him with awe.

“You remember?” You probe.

A small smirk spreads on his lips and he nods. “I do. You’d only bore me with stories about her.”

You roll your eyes. “I wouldn’t bore you. You’d bring me the books!”

“Because it was your favorite,” he counters softly.

You laugh softly and nod. “It still is. Maybe our Daenys will be an amazing dreamer just like the great legend that saved our house.”

“Yes,” he agrees with an obvious glee in his voice. “Maybe.”

You let out a content sigh and rest your head on his shoulder while you take in the stands you pass.

“Spare some food? Money?” A child with his face covered in dirt asks. “Something small?”

“<He just wants to steal from you, they always have money.>” Aemond points out.

Even if he did, you don’t care, you stop and turn to pick out an orange off the box.

The kids' eyes grow curious, and they follow your hand as you move it towards him. You pretend you’re going to give him a single orange, but you then hand it to Aemond and instead grab the box from Ser Criston’s hold.

“Take it,” you tell the kid. “It’s for you.”

You put the box down in front of him and offer him a smile before you move on. This time Aemond doesn’t remark on your actions—you wouldn't care either way, so he just lets it pass and takes your hand in his again so you wouldn’t wander off just as you approach the outer castle gates.

However, before you can cross the courtyard, a woman with a bright red dress walks out of her house and announces something that steals your immediate attention. “Wish to know your future, my Princess?”

“Princess,” Ser Criston immediately interjects. “She’s only trying to take your money. It’s a scam. Leave it.”

You flick your wrist down and take the money pouch from Aemond’s side.

“Your worry is misplaced, Ser,” the pretty lady with beautiful and remarkable colored eyes cuts in. “But I understand. Patience is a fickle thing is it not, Ser Criston Cole? If only you had known it, you would be happy now.” Her eyes dart to you and then go back to him quickly as if trying to point something out.

You don’t read into it, or demand an explanation, you let her continue as she looks between all three of you. “I am a humble servant of the Lord of Light,” she rebuttals, “I only mean to give the Princess insight for her eyes are covered and her soul is basked by darkness.”

You smile at her eagerly and let Aemond go to step towards her. “What is your name?” You ask first.

The woman's bright eyes meet yours and her lips tug upward just slightly. “I am Kinvara, Priestess of the Lord of Light.”

Your name passes Aemond’s lips, but you disregard his warning and the priestess tries to ease Aemond’s worry in your mother tongue. “<I am no one to fear, fear resides in the whispers that are heard in the shadows, and from the lips of pretenders,” she pauses and narrows her eyes on him. “You see clearly with her at your side, venture too far and you're left blind. Don’t let the shadows consume you, My Prince, or darkness is all you’ll know.>”

You glance at him and grin brightly before facing her again. “Now can you tell me what I seek?” You press impatiently.

Kinvara turns and walks inside, speechlessly motioning you to follow, but before you can you face Aemond first. “Wait for me out here,” you tell him.

Aemond shoots you a pointed glare and grabs your arm. “Let’s go. This is all fake. She will take your money.”

You pat his cheek and give him one last piece of reassurance. “She can try but she’ll never steal my riches,” you quip. “I’ll be fine, it’s just for fun.”

You shoot him a small smile and then lean in to kiss his cheek before you follow after the Red Priestess, finding a single fire lit on a golden bowl in the middle of the elegant parlor room.

“How much will it cost?” You ask her as you slowly wander to the stand holding the bowl.

“Nothing but your attention,” she shares in a soothing voice. “And a drop of your blood.”

You stop before the bowl and don’t question offering her your hand even if you should, and Kinvara doesn't make it any harder. She’s quick and doesn’t hesitate picking out a single thin needle before gently cupping your hand and poking the sharp end on the pad of your thumb.

When a scarlet drop of blood crawls out of the small wound she pulls your hand over the flames and turns it to face the flames. After the single drop of blood falls in the flames she lets your hand go and throws the needle in the flames to let the fire eat away at it.

“You have fire-made flesh, a gift from the Lord of Light,” she begins to say bluntly.

You would’ve liked to be eased into it, but you’re no expert so you clasp your hands over your belly and watch her eyes read the dancing flames with curiosity.

“You have salt-littered blood and a dragon-made soul that burns fiercely and passionately; she flies high within the clouds in search of something…” she lets the words slip out as if she was chanting a spell, and then meets your gaze across the flames.

You should be intimidated, but you’re just eager to know more.

“…three hearts,” Kinvara adds. “One made of ice, two of fire. Three soul made dragons…”

Three, huh?

“…and loyalty.”

It’s hard to piece anything together but you still can’t help but feel joy, and an overwhelming curiosity that pushes you to pick at one thing that caught your attention. “Three soul-made dragons? Does it mean I’ll have three kids?”

Kinvara smiles sweetly. “Smart girl, but you’ll have seven. The three I see will grow, they’ll know happiness and long lives.” She hums and blinks whilst her smile fades to a smirk. “But sins will burden them and cast over them like shadows.”

Right away your smile fades and for the first time since you saw her, fear begins to crawl across your mind. “What…does that mean?” You ask quietly.

The red priestess lifts her chin and sighs. “You’ll know.”

How insightful.

“One more thing,” she interjects and moves away from her spot to reach you and grab your hands “Fire kills the girl and awakens the dragon. Follow the flames for they are sweet to you since the moment your right was taken.”

You let out a deep breath and nod stiffly. You don’t understand completely, or at all actually, but you nod in comprehension before you just feed one more piece of curiosity. “Could I read the flames as well?”

Kinvara moves back across the flames and points her chin to the fire, encouraging you to try and read what the flames could tell you.

“You might not see your own future, remember that. If you see anything it will only be glimpses,” she lets you know while you step forward and focus your eyes on the bright flames seeming to lure you in; but not like every other time before, this calling is different now, you don’t have the urge to touch the flames or bathe yourself in their fierce beauty.

What calls you now are whispers; unclear, but trying to make sense in their own way.

“Listen,” Kinvara says as if can read your mind. “And open your eyes.”

She can’t mean your actual eyes because those are already open, she must mean it metaphorically or whatever, and as difficult as it seems you draw out a deep breath and focus on nothing else but the dancing flames; you don’t let Aemond come to mind, nor do you think about what was told to you, you narrow your gaze slightly and watch in silence.

After a few moments, you start to grow irritated, but suddenly before that frustration breaks your focus you freeze and catch your breath when you see snow falling. It’s clear as day as if you’re living through what you see.

Something falls with the snow though, something thicker and different in color. It’s slightly intoxicating and brings a stench of fire and smoke with it.

You have the urge to dive deeper to figure out what you see, but the scene changes to more white plains covered in snow, ashes, and bones, and above it stands a woman with silver hair. She stands above it all while a winter storm descends upon her. You see her start to turn her head but before you can make out her face, fire is all you see.

“<A long winter.> Kinvara breaks the silence and pulls your attention back to her.

“<Yes,>” you respond in High Valyrian as it actually makes sense.

The priestess offers you a smile and walks to the door. “It was a pleasure meeting you. I’ll see you again.”

You’re left in so much disbelief that you don’t question what she means by “I’ll see you again.”, you bid her a farewell and return to Aemond.

“I was about to barge in there,” Aemond says in a rush.

You blink repeatedly and meet his gaze with your disbelief still clinging to your features. Aemond notices and grabs your shoulders.

“What is it? What did she do?” He hisses.

You draw out a deep breath and with that push away all your disbelief to not worry him over something that’s not clear.

“Nothing, she simply told me we’ll have seven kids,” you share the only thing that was clear.

Aemond scoffs in disbelief but he leaves it at that. Just as you do.

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*NOW. WINTERFELL*

When you think of home, Aerion, your mother, and your brothers are what you picture in your mind. They are your home, it doesn’t matter the place, as long as they’re with you that’s what you call home.

But oftentimes, when the word home comes up, when you think about home sometimes you picture these tall grey walls, you see these snow-covered hills, the white skies that stretch for miles and bring icy winds and delicate and beautiful snow. You see grey eyes and a timid smile. You remember the warmth from all the fires lit all day and the warmth his body provides. You think of home and someone who isn’t your husband is all you see. You try to fight it, but your longing is stronger than your will.

Now as you stand in these snowy planes and feel this instant comfort fill your heart all you can think about is how dangerous it is.

You were too hasty to make your suggestion and climb your dragon. You’re only steps away and as heart racing as it is, you also can’t help but strain your heart with anxiety as well.

Letters are completely different than seeing face to face again than feeling his hand grab yours and feeling his lips brush your knuckles. Jacaerys is here but will that stop your deep desires? Will that stop him from being mad at you for being distant and not writing to him anymore? Will that stop that tension?

But why is it that a problem?! You’re married! And you love Aemond, he’s your home too; him and Aerion are your family. A family you built after being apart from your own, and even if you have this new strain, you still want to fix it, you still want to fight for Aemond and your family. You have to be strong for them. You can’t give in to what feels comfortable and what your heart might cry for. You have to be strong. You have to be friends and nothing more.

“It’s snowing,” Jacerys muses as he reaches for a snowflake. “I honestly thought there would be more.”

You glance at the open gates and already imagine him waiting in that courtyard in front of his staff, family, and friends. It’s impossible to ignore two dragons descending in front of your home after hearing about an impending war and a call for a declaration from the Greens.

“It’s a lot colder than I thought it would be down here,” Jacaerys adds to his rambling. “How did you ever do it?”

“Well we are in the North,” you mutter unaware of your tone.

“Oh, no need to get snippy, I know where we are,” your brother remarks.

You sigh and turn to him. “Sorry,” you admit. “It's just what if he says no? It’s almost winter, his people need him here. And what would he gain from supporting one or the other, he could just decide to remain neutral.”

Jacaerys leans forward and tries to be assertive. “He’ll gain the Queen's lifelong gratitude, and a chance to prove his loyalty…he’s a Stark, you know that, they take pride in their loyalty. I don’t see why he’ll turn us away. Do you?”

No, but that’s not really why you’re worried, in one form or the other you just needed to be assured.

“I see your point,” you tell him.

Jacaerys gaze lingers on you to be an assuring brother for a moment longer before it’s time to break away from your running thoughts and growing panic and face Cregan with your head held up high, and a fierce determination on your face.

Yet when you walk past those main gates, that fierce determination is met with inklings of worry. Your head is high, but it’s practiced, it’s years of practice, there's a tension on your shoulders, and your breathing is slightly hitched because of your racing heart making your lungs work overtime.

You try to show your confidence in your stride, you are the Queen's daughter after all, but the closer you get to that courtyard the more you hide behind Jacaerys, as if that will help you avoid anything you’re about to face.

If someone were to guess, they’d say it’s your first time here with the way you’re cowering behind your brother and letting him carry all the confidence and pride for you both, but it’s not. As you trail behind your brother, some people you pass by actually recognize you.

You are Winterfell's luminous sun after all, the warmth and light in the darkest winter storm and lightest snow days, capable of melting the most stubborn ice. To their Lord though you are much more and it’s been easy to notice since the moment your purple dragon was seen. You are the reason he smiles, and the sun that gleams in his grey eyes.

But like the sun you hide. You finally make it to the main courtyard but Jacaerys is the first one seen and almost the only one they can see. You don’t want to come out of hiding because you don’t want to see him.

Your heart is pumping so fast, and your hands are trembling. You can almost feel a tightness grab ahold of your chest.

“Jacaerys,” you call out in a quiet panic.

Said man turns and when he does he uses his whole body to move away from you, in that moment leaving a clear and open view of none other than Cregan Stark. There he stands, tall, proud, and mighty. Grey eyes bright and soft even against his hardened gaze. His pink lips form into the faintest smile that you notice right away because you can’t help it, everyone and everything disappears, leaving only him and you in the snow-covered courtyard.

Not even your initial panic exists anymore, it melts away, and your body eases with a simple look into his familiar eyes. Your once-racing heart slows down, but now flutters and skips a beat, and you can’t stop it. Just like he can’t help himself because here you are again, across from him with light snow perfectly raining over you, eyes so deep and captivating that he loses himself within with ease. Your face is basked by a gleam of light that makes you so much more divine, and a heartwarming smile decorates your perfectly sculpted lips.

Now he knows composure, he knows his place, but in this small escape where only you and him exist, it’s costing everything within him not to break away and capture your lips with his. He just wants to grab and kiss you, but your trance is broken by the sound of your name being announced followed by your house.

“…of House Velaryon, wife of Aemond Targaryen.” And then there's that ridiculous reminder that you are not his anymore.

Luckily that cruel reminder is not with you, instead, there’s another, smaller in stature, but still standing tall and mighty with gold dragon emblems on his belt and on his cloaks broach. He proudly wears the colors black and red which shows who he is without the need of an introduction.

“Prince Jacaerys, of house Velaryon,” the guard still announces the man you’re accompanied with.

“My Prince, my Princess,” Cregan speaks in that thick northern accent that makes your heart swoon. “Welcome to Winterfell.” He bows his head, and the crowd behind him mirrors him.

When he raises his head again and stands tall the first thing he does is meet your gaze. You should glance away and share why you’re here, but you part your lips and only a soft breath comes out as you hold his gaze.

“It’s a pleasure to have you back, Princess,” Cregan addresses you formally, hiding away the history you share. “The North has missed you.”

Your cheeks grow warm, and your lips form a flattered smile before you announce it. “You flatter me, My Lord. I have missed the North, and the snow as well.”

He huffs in amusement and spares a glance at the falling snow. “Well you’re lucky then, it just started to snow. It seems you brought a late summer snow with you.”

You share a breathless giggle, and his eyes share his awe.

“My Lord,” Jacaerys cuts in and reminds you he’s here too.

“Oh right,” you cut in and look at your brother, seeing his eyebrows furrow as he looks at you and then glances at Cregan. You ignore him and grab his arm to go on proudly. “Lord Stark, my brother, and my mother's heir, Jacaerys Velaryon.” You share what he was already told, but it feels right to introduce him yourself again. “Jacaerys, this is Lord Cregan Stark.”

“It's a pleasure, my prince, welcome to the North,” Cregan addresses him kindly, making you smile. “Your sister has told me many tales about you. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

Your brother bows his head. “Likewise, my sister speaks fondly of her stay here too.”

Cregan glances at you and the corner of his lips twitch ever so slightly.

“I do wish I was here under better circumstances to have some of that fun my sister always goes on about,” Jacaerys starts to get to the point, leaving no time to wander. But that’s good, you are here on business, you can’t forget that.

“But unfortunately we are here under orders of the Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen,” Jacaerys proclaims, making the crowd murmur as the whispers they’ve heard are finally confirmed.

Cregan nods stiffly and glances back at his great hall just behind him. “I assumed so,” he says and looks back at Jacaerys and you. “Let’s go talk inside. I’m sure this change of weather is not so agreeable for southerners used to warm summers.”

Jacaerys scoffs softly and nods before he follows Cregan’s lead unaware of the fact that he’s leaving you behind as you’re stopped by some people in the crowd.

“Princess,” a thin middle-aged man who works inside the castle greets you and steals your attention.

“Good sir, John,” you greet him with a smile. “How is your daughter?” You ask as you remember how she had been when you left.

The man nods eagerly and smiles in return. “Very well, my princess. Healthy and strong. The gods let her survive her fever,” he shares and points behind you. You follow his line of gaze and see his daughter in a tall tower watching what you can only assume are the dragons in the distance.

“I told you she’s strong,” you tell him with genuine relief.

“Princess,” one of the cooks addresses you, making you turn to her and smile.

“Ms Maribell,” you turn your attention to her. “I’m glad to see you.”

“And you,” she returns sweetly. “I hear you have a son, where is he now? Why didn’t you bring him?”

You nod. “Yes,” you share excitedly and touch your chest. “Aerion. He’s four months old, but sadly I had to leave him behind with my mother, what I’m out here doing is no place for children I’m afraid. But I do want to bring him after these affairs are in order.”

“When you do, stop by here,” she suggests. “I’m sure he’ll love Winterfell as much as you did.”

You grin and nod, but before you can add more to your friendly conversation, your name cuts through the icy breeze. You look over and see your brother with a pressing look.

“My brother beckons me, I’ll see you all later,” you excuse yourself and offer them a small head bow before you stride to your brother and take his arm.

“<We are not here for a friendly visit,” he whispers sharply in High Valyrian. “I know your history here, but please stay focused.>”

You sigh and look ahead, catching Cregan’s vigilant gaze focused on you after he, unbeknownst to you, watched you interact with his people and treated them like they were your long-lost friends. It honestly fills his heart with a warmth that makes his grey eyes gleam with a joy that you easily notice against his nonchalant expression while he waits for you and your brother.

Since he so often wears a hardened expression on his face it’s hard to know what he feels, but after five years you learned how to read him like a soulmate reads its other half without a need for words. Yet you don't know the exact reason why he was so touched.

“Forgive our delay,” Jacaerys instantly brings up like a proper Prince. “My sister is easily distracted.”

Cregan lets you walk in the great hall first and once the doors close behind him he huffs and responds. “Yes, I remember, so do not worry, my Prince.”

You glance at your brother and pass him a teasing look. He meets your gaze and shoots you a warning glare before he brings you both to a stop just under Lord Stark’s throne.

“I hope the northern winds weren’t too harsh,” Cregan addresses while he walks to his chair.

“Well they were colder the closer we got to Winterfell, but they helped our dragons pick up speed to deliver this message from Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen,” Jacaerys makes a quick workaround to why you’re here.

“Just last night I received an envoy from your uncle who calls himself King as well,” Cregan says as he takes the sealed scroll from Jacaerys.

“No, you got an envoy from a Usurper,” you immediately correct him. “The true ruler is the one the late King Viserys appointed as his heir, Queen Rhaenyra. That never changed nor was it his will for it to change after his death.”

Cregan glances at you and stares at you in silence for a moment as he processes your words before he finally opens the scroll and reads what was written.

“Your father bent the knee to Queen Rhaenyra when she was named heir, and swore that House Stark and the North will follow the line of succession,” Jacaerys adds to the point to try and further convince Cregan. “Now Queen Rhaenyra’s throne was stolen and demands you follow your father's path and stand proudly in support of her rule and war if it arises.”

You have seen so little of your brother's political side since you were reunited, so now that you see it you can’t help but be in awe of the man standing tall beside you, proving himself a worthy heir.

“Your words move me,” Cregan finally interjects as he lowers the scroll to look at Jacaerys and you. “And your presence honors me. Winterfell is almost at the edge of the world, but you still came to deliver this in your mother's regard,” he says and makes some of that tension release from Jacaerys shoulders. “I know of my father's oath to your Queen. I also know how deep disloyalty cuts when it’s made by one’s own kin, your sister was here to witness my uncle usurping my rightful place as Lord…which is why I do not intend to break oath today. The North will not break oath today,” Cregan proclaims confidently and with no falter, relieving your brother of his worry, but not yours.

“But,” Cregan proves your worry worthwhile. “Winter is coming my Prince, my Princess. And these seem almost like family affairs. The Queen has my loyalty, but why should we support this war? My priorities are with my people and providing for them before Winter arrives.”

You and Jacaerys share a conflicted look, but neither of you are stuck on what to say, you're just debating who should speak in your defense. You with an advantage, or Jacaerys with a blunt but respectful tongue?

Honestly, you both probably have great points, but in your speechless exchange, Jacaerys trusts you.

“I understand,” you argue and step forward, gaining all of Cregan’s attention. “I have not lived a true winter, but I understand your hesitance, My Lord. I understand your people need you now more than ever, but the Greens have an advantage, that’s something we can admit, and they will not be afraid to use it against you, and your Queen. They already steal from her, will you stand to see them take more? Will you stand and see your people and lands burnt? Will you sit and do nothing as injustice is acted upon your Queen? Or will you and your people fight for what’s right, and for the greater or good of the North?”

Cregan shifts in his seat and keeps his hardened gaze on you for a long and tense silence. You could read what he might be thinking, but you look at your brother and fall back by his side to wait for a response.

“Your words move me,” Cregan interjects with a small huff. “And leave me a lot to think about. I hope you understand my choice will not be taken lightly, I must speak with my own people on these matters, just be assured that the North supports the rightful Queen.”

Cregan stands from his seat and Jacaerys steps forward to cut in. “How long will we have to wait?”

Cregan raises his chin. “Soon, I swear,” he promises. “As for now, you must be tired from your travel. Baths will be drawn in your quarters, and supper will be served shortly in this hall.”

You draw in a deep breath and much to your surprise you’re the one who grows impatient instead of Jacaerys. “Thank you, My Lord Stark,” you deadpan and bow your head.

Said man catches your tone before the change on your face, but says nothing on the matter. Instead, he walks down and points to the door that leads to your apartments.

Yet before you can make any attempt to walk out, the doors open and a servant carrying a dark-haired child walks in, and without as much as insight to clue you in, you know who the child is right away, you can see it in his familiar dark eyes, and that kind resting face.

“Oh gods,” you muse excitedly and lose all your annoyance in the blink of an eye. “Is this baby Rickon?” You direct at Cregan.

“Yes, this is my boy,” he assures you and you don’t wait for the wet nurse to come to you, you meet her halfway.

“Jacaerys,” you exclaim as you grab the child’s hand with a bright grin. “I helped deliver this child!” You squeal and turn back to the baby.

“I believe it,” your brother mutters.

“Hello little Lord,” you greet the baby a bit too excited. “Look at you, you look like your mother…May I?” You direct at the wet nurse, and she doesn’t hesitate to hand you the child who is a mirror of Arra.

“Hello,” you greet him again a lot softer this time since he looks at you puzzled. “I know you don’t remember me, but I remember you. How old are you now? 1?”

You don’t expect an answer, but the baby does. “Hello.”

You beam at him and caress his head while you share a happy look at Cregan. “I can’t believe it. Words truly aren’t enough, Rickon is so big. I’m so proud.”

“He would’ve been out to greet you but you caught him in his naptime,” he says and steps towards you but keeps his distance.

“He looks like his mother,” you tell him and look back at Rickon, catching him taking the pearls around your neck. “Ah, yes, nice huh?”

“Hello,” he says again, making you laugh and turn to start heading to your quarters with the others trailing behind you. “My Aerion likes my jewelry too,” you tell him. “But he likes to suck on it. You just like to look at it, hm?”

“I reckon this little lord is a lot kinder than your Aerion,” Jacaerys teases as he falls by your side.

You roll your eyes at your brother and reassure Rickon. “Don't listen to him. He’s just mad because Aerion can sense his impatience. He’s very sweet, and I’m sure when he’s older you’ll be great friends. I’ll make sure of it.”

The baby is unbothered by what you say, but you couldn’t be more happier than to see Cregan and your friend's child. He reminds you of Arra, and when you think of Arra you think of where you are, and when you think of where you are all you feel is that comfort embracing you harder, consuming you little by little.

Which is dangerous, you know. The longer you stay here the more you let yourself get consumed by what’s familiar and kind that the reality in the distance becomes easy to forget.

But you can’t. You can’t let yourself feel complete comfort or you’ll run the risk of falling into the temptation you long for the most. Thus when you finish your bath you don’t linger in your borrowed quarters, nor do you explore what you left behind out of curiosity to see what’s new, you act as if you’ll be leaving any minute and visit where Arra was put to rest.

Yet that temptation finds you there and puts it all at risk. You don’t know about his looming presence until you turn away from Arra’s tomb.

“Lord Stark,” you gasp.

Cregan bows his head. “Forgive me I did not mean to startle you, I did not want to interrupt your moment that's all.”

You laugh nervously and glance back at Arra’s tomb. “If I did not visit her while I was here she would haunt me.”

Cregan hums and you stop avoiding his gaze to look into his grey eyes.

You had hoped to contain yourself, but in the silence that falls as you just look at one another, you can’t contain your joy, it takes over you and before you know it you’re beaming like a shining sun and striding over to him.

Cregan gives in the moment you break and meets you halfway with a tight and warm embrace.

“I had come to terms with not seeing you again,” Cregan breaks the silence first as he holds onto you.

“Me too. I really did not think I would see you again,” you murmur excitedly and hold on for longer than either of you wanted to. You just can’t seem to let go even if there's a shared silence in which you keep in words that you both are aching to say and just add tension.

“I…I’m happy to see you again,” he says instead and pulls back to face you

“You grew out your hair,” you point out to change the subject. “You said long hair was for barbarians.”

Cregan chuckles, and you smirk. “Well, I thought I could try it out,” he says. “And it keeps my neck warm.”

You study his brown hair that falls just above his shoulders and let yourself have this one thing. “I like it. It suits you well.”

Cregan offers you a thankful nod and takes this time to study you closely again. “You seem happier this time around,” he points out.

You scoff. “What are you saying? Did I look miserable when I got here six years ago?” You tease lightheartedly.

Cregan nods. “Yes. You did. This time you look happy though.”

You sigh and glance at the exit as if you’d see your brother. “Yes, well my brother is here. As annoying as he can be, I am happy he came with me.”

“Mhm.”

You smile softly in response and to avoid staring too long into his eyes you start to walk out. But for a few seconds as you walk aimlessly there’s a silence that lingers until he finds what to say. “Arra’s friend came to see me a few days after you left.”

You glance at him with a curious gaze and probe. “Why?”

He exhales deeply and confides in you what he hasn't had the heart to share in letters. “She came to blame me for her death. She said I was the reason she died.”

You come to an immediate halt, and he follows suit and slowly turns to face your sorrowful face.

“She was hurt, Cregan. It was not your fault. She was just grieving,” you try to comfort him even if he didn’t ask for it because you know how much guilt he already carries for Arra’s death and because you can't stand hearing him blame himself.

“Well, there is some truth to it is there not?” He says breathily and averts his gaze.

You draw in a deep breath and reach out, but before you can touch his arm you clasp your hands and fiddle with your ring. “No. There is not,” you say firmly. “Childbirth is not easy. I hate to admit it but her loss is common. It cannot be helped, so no it is not your fault. Arra’s friend was just grieving the woman she loved.”

Cregan blinks and meets your gaze with gratitude behind his perked lips but hesitation in his grey eyes. You don’t think he’s going to say anything and leave it as him just processing what you said, but as you continue walking side by side he finally interjects hesitantly.

“Your son…how is he?” He asks as if it pains him to actually ask.

You smile proudly. “Good. Spoiled endlessly by all the love my mother is giving him, but he’s good,” you muse. “I wish you could have met him.”

Cregan swallows thickly and finds it in himself to speak. “I wish I could have seen him too, I am sure he looks like you.”

You meet his gaze briefly and nod with glee.

There's so much you can say at this moment, but there’s also so much you can’t say that you end up in this battle of not knowing what you should do. Should you touch into this past that you need to keep closed? Or leave it all unspoken and just filled with tension that threatens to overflow and break you both?

No one would have to know. You could speak about this unspoken past you both cherish…But! Then you think of Aerion, and when you think of your son, you think of his father and once again, you still want to fight for this relationship even if you stand on opposite sides now.

Thus you leave it untouched and just lean towards something else.

However, when you speak Cregan’s name to address something else he also speaks your name, leaving you at a crossroads he luckily lets you cross first. “About why I came—”

“Did you come to sweet talk me, princess?” He cuts in and does assume right, but that’s not what you’re going to say.

“Maybe,” you laugh breathlessly and exhale deeply to get at what you want to say. “But look, I understand you’re needed here, your people are your priority. Winter is dangerous, which is why we won’t ask for a lot. We’re proud and honored to get your loyalty, but anything you can spare will help. We may have more dragons, but they lack experience in war, unlike Vhagar.”

Cregan nods in comprehension and does assure you honestly. “I meant when I said I’ll try. I want to help the Queen, I swear. Let me just see what I can spare, winter is not friendly, winter is cruel, you know that.”

More than most…and more than he knows…

“I know.” You agree softly. “How long will that take?”

He sighs and shrugs. “A couple of days. Not long. Why are you in a hurry?”

You drag your gaze over to pass him a knowing glance because he knows that your presence means much more than anyone knows, and it brings risks.

Still, he smirks faintly at you.

“I will say,” you admit and smile at him. “I am glad to be back in the North. I missed it. It’s so loud in Kings Landing compared to here. And the view from my chambers?!” You exclaim without a care in the world. “Over there it’s busy streets, and here it’s serene hills.”

Cregan chuckles softly. “I told you there’s no place for you so far South anymore. You bring your son here and it is over for you.”

You laugh and nod. “I do love the sun though, and a sea in which I can swim in!” You nudge his arm, and he leans to the side with a smile.

“I will bring the warm sea here, I told you.”

You snort and shake your head. “While I'm here we need to show Jacaerys some of the fun we would have. I want him to see some part of Winterfell before we leave.”

Of course, Cregan doesn’t argue, he gives in but when he meets your gaze from the corner of his eyes he grows sweet and smug. “Not all the fun though?”

You hold his gaze and shake your head. “No. Not all the fun.”

He hums and looks at you with a dangerous longing look that you quickly look away from.

“Ice fishing?” You suggest.

“You have an entire day to waste?” He brings up and clears his throat.

You hum in agreement and stroke your chin, unaware of the fact that you’re being walked into the great hall.

“Owl hunting?” Cregan teases in that stern nonchalance, and you can’t help but burst out laughing as you remember what he means by that.

“You think you’re funny huh?”

“You just laughed.”

You shake your head and grab his arm to laugh more and much harder.

“I can’t believe you fell for it the first time.” He keeps taunting you.

You stand tall and throw out an excuse. “I was young.”

Cregan looks at you with his eyebrows furrowed and you look at him and laugh again, unaware of how lost you were until you hear your brother.

“Sister. Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you.”

You blink repeatedly and catch your breath before you point back at where you came from. “I visited a friend, Arra, remember? I needed to go visit her resting place before we left.”

Your whereabouts don’t really matter anymore, he was worried when he knocked on your door and you didn’t answer, but now what he finds more interesting is who you walk in with. He looks between the both of you full of curiosity and takes note of the way you walked in laughing, as well as the smile you wear, and the faint one that decorates the Lord's lips.

“I hope you are both hungry,” Cregan interjects while you come to a stop in front of the grand table. “We had something prepared for your welcome.”

“That’s nice—”

“We’re starving,” you cut your brother off bluntly and make your way around the table. “Flying for so long isn’t only draining for our dragons, but for us too.”

You approach Jacaerys and he surprises you by pulling a chair out for you. “Oh,” you praise his gesture. “Thank you, Jace.”

When you sit though he doesn’t walk around Cregan's seat like he should have, he makes sure to sit at your other side, leaving you in between both men.

“<What are you doing?>” You demand to know in High Valyrian.

Jacaerys pulls in his chair close to the table and looks at you to whisper back. “<Sitting.>”

You blink and lean your head back with a teasing smile playing on your lips. “<Are you nervous?>”

He squints and rebuttals immediately. “<What? Why should I be?>”

You’re choosing to be too naive and pat his shoulder. “<Your big sister is here do not worry.>”

He swats your hand away, and you steal a glance over at Cregan taking his seat beside you

“How many days do you have to be here before your husband sends you a raven?” Jacaerys fills the silence.

At first, you don’t want to entertain his question, he’s only going to make fun of Aemond, but you give him an assumption to be nice. “Three days. The last thing he wrote was, ‘come home now. Your place is here.’ And that was before we left the Eyrie.”

Jacaerys leans in and continues. “Has he actually written that he misses you?”

You hold his gaze and part your lips to argue in your husband's defense, but those words have not been written on paper so you don't rebuttal Jacaerys, you deflect. “Have you tried to make a move on Baela?”

Jacaerys clenches his jaw and speaks through gritted teeth. “What are you on about?”

You grab the cup in front of you and shrug. “What? She is your betrothed, it's okay to sneak off and you know, have a little fun.”

“Stop it.”

You take a sip of your drink and lean towards him. “When we get home I will play a game and lock you both in a room—oh! No! I’m brilliant!” You exclaim and push yourself back, making him grimace.

“Shut up.”

“Nothing boosts romance more than a fun little adventure, just you and her alone,” you share excitedly without shame that you’re talking to your brother about romance as if he were a lady. The gods didn’t give you sisters, just five brothers, so you have to make the best of what you have. “I will throw you out of the castle to go fetch dragon eggs, or you know, something fun.”

“You’re childish,” he snaps at you under his breath.

You exhale deeply and sit back proudly. “And when your wedding comes I will be paralyzed with joy. Unless she marries one of our Velaryon cousins,” you finish in a whisper to just light a small fire under his ass.

“What?” Jacaerys asks in a shocked whisper, which you ignore to share an amused smile with Cregan.

“Princess,” you hear someone call before you see Lady Maribell approaching with servants carrying supper. “We made your favorite to welcome you and the Prince.”

You watch your plate get put down with a big appetite and then look at Lady Maribell and touch your chest. “Thank you, ma’am, I’ll make sure to savor it well.”

The lady bows her head and leaves the hall, letting you appreciate your supper and the fact that these people took the time to prepare your favorite meal by their own will, or for the wishes of someone else, you don’t know, but it’s a huge difference with the way you get treated in the Red Keep.

“I would like to make a toast,” Cregan’s voice booms throughout the hall as he stands up, pulling the attention of those gathered in the hall. “To the Prince and Princess. Welcome to Winterfell, you honor not only me but the entire North for coming in person in the Queen's regard…”

You smile up at Cregan before you share your joy with Jacaerys.

“Your stay will not be long, but we will do our best to make you feel at home,” Cregan continues before he looks over Jacaerys. “The North may be a drastic change, but it is beautiful. I hope you learn to grow fond of it just as much as your sister has.”

You don’t check Jacaerys reaction, you meet Cregan's gaze and follow him all the way down to his seat with a soft appreciative smile, while his own gaze softens…for a moment, because his gaze then drifts over your shoulder and it loses that gentle touch.

You follow his line of gaze and meet your brother's thankful but slightly narrowed look that he holds with a smile. And as to not make suspect something you raise your cup to him.

He returns the gesture before looking past you again, making you now look at your steaming food and let out a slow deep breath as you try to remind yourself to keep yourself contained. In doing so, albeit you remember the tragic dinner you had at King's Landing not many nights ago and you now start to feel amused by the memory.

You happen to let your gaze wander over to your brother in the midst, and he slowly locks eyes with you. Silence follows for a moment, but then as if mentally tangled with your thoughts you both start to giggle before you chuckle together.

“Man,” he says between laughs. “I wish I would have seen your right hook. I missed it!”

You cover your mouth and stifle the laugh you want to let out and respond. “He was so shocked! I was holding that in for so long!”

You snort and lean towards each other. “It was such a mess from the start, but I applaud your toast. That was smooth.”

“Really? Thank you, I think I landed it too.” He takes your compliment and you both laugh together again before he grabs your shoulder and turns you towards the man at your other side.

“Lord Stark,” he happily drags Cregan into the conversation. “Considering you are friends with my sister, I will tell you a great feat she completed a few nights ago on our last night at Kings Landing.”

You shake your head lightheartedly and lick your lips as you catch your breath.

“To make this story short, one thing led to another and my sister landed a right hook on the usurper,” Jacaerys shares, making the corner of Cregan's lips twitch.

“He slammed our brother's face into the table,” you try to give reason to your actions. “I acted. My rings helped too.”

Jacaerys laughs softly and you meet his gaze and smile wide.

“It seems like an impressive feat indeed,” Cregan says and lets his gaze linger on you. “But I cannot say it surprises me, your sister has never been one to recoil from such things. I’d say she's fond of it.”

“Too much,” Jacaerys remarks. “It is why she would always get in trouble.”

Cregan huffs softly and meets your gaze. “I only wish I could have seen it,” he says directly at you while also letting your brother hear.

You can’t help your deep breath, or stop your face from burning under his impressed gaze. You don't say anything but luckily that conversation leads to a lighthearted dinner where Jacaerys and Cregan start to talk more instead of just passing glances.

Unfortunately, you do the one thing you told yourself you didn’t want to do, and that’s losing yourself in the bliss that comes with interacting with your brother and Cregan, the man you…have a secret past with.

You thought you could do better, you wanted not to get lost at all, but it pulled you down rather quickly and you couldn’t fight it. Especially because there’s something about seeing Cregan interact with your brother without tension or disdain, that makes your heart swoon.

“Jacaerys,” you blurt and turn to him. “Let’s dance.”

His eyebrows pinch together and he shakes his head before he answers. “What? No!”

You ignore him and jump from your seat to grab his arm and pull him with you to the center without as much as a protest. He likes to act all tough and nonchalant in front of others but he’s a big sweetheart when it comes to you and your brothers.

And he proves that further when he doesn’t fail to make you smile when you’re dancing slowly at first to follow the beat of the music that plays in the corner. When the music picks up he becomes faster but disregards the actual beat to start spinning you around the room.

“That’s not how you dance this!” You remark without much meaning behind your words. “You’re going to get me drunk!”

“You can handle it. You love it!” He assumes right and goes faster around the room without that initial worry of being judged or carrying this tough and proper image.

Neither of you actually find a worry in the world, it’s just him and you in that moment, laughing, and unaware of the pair of grey eyes that follow you all around the room. People talk to him, and a commotion surrounds him but Cregan finds a way to keep watching you laugh with your brother as he takes you around the room.

He should feel somewhat upset that your brother is bringing this different kind of joy out of you that he never saw when it was just you and him, but his heart only fills with bliss as he sees you so overjoyed. He knew how much you missed your family when you were living in Winterfell, so how can he be upset and petty that you’re so drunk with bliss by your brother's company?

Only a fool would refuse you this joy.

“Princess!”

You come to a quick halt and give your attention to the one who seeks it; catching Ser Rolf, one of your greatest friends just past the door.

“Ser Rolf!” You greet once you know who has beckoned you, and let your brother go to rush to your friend.

“I heard you were here and I came as fast as I could,” he says and answers your curiosity as to where he’s been before you had the chance to ask. “I almost feared I missed you.”

You shake your head. “No, you got lucky. Come!” You pull him with you to return to your brother. “Ser Rolf, this is my brother, Prince Jacaerys Velaryon.” You immediately introduce them.

“My Prince,” Ser Rolf greets him properly.

“Jace, this is one of my greatest friends from here, Ser Rolf,” you explain. “He went to my engagement tourney and played in my honor.”

Ser Rolf scoffs. “Well, I needed to show off my skills, and not let you Southerners forget how talented we can be.”

You smile at him and you both purposely leave out the other reason why he had gone.

“It's nice to finally meet you,” Ser Rolf directs at your brother. “Your sister often spoke fondly of you and the rest of your family.”

“Did she?” Jacaerys presses and flashes you a smug smirk. “When we return to our brothers I’m proudly going to use that over her head.”

Ser Rolf laughs and nudges you, and you roll your eyes.

“Do you mind if I steal your sister from you, My Prince?” Ser Rolf asks.

Said man shakes his head. “Not at all, go ahead, I need to step out anyway. I will be back.”

You offer him a comprehensive smile and watch him leave the hall before you face your friend. “Are you going to dance with me?”

Ser Rolf scoffs. “No. Unless it’s a command.”

You smile in amusement and shake your head. “Never to you.”

“Good, I may be swift with a sword, but I'm afraid I'm not a gifted dancer. My wife can attest to that,” he breathes out and points his hand away from the crowd of people dancing to walk away together.

“How is your family?” You ask.

Your friend looks at you and smiles sweetly for the first time tonight. “Good. My girl is a year old and a delight. You have a son, I heard.”

You clasp your hands together and nod. “Yes, Aerion. He’s four months old, and his father's pride.” You share now that you can share it with someone since so many details about your son felt wrong being shared with Cregan.

“About…the father,” Ser Rolf picks on that matter as he sits around the first table you see. “I hope my actions in that tournament did not get you in trouble. I saw him later that night at a feast after the tournament was over.”

You sit down first and sigh before you shake your head. “No. Do not worry…was he…” you trail off and glance at the ring Aemond gave you to fiddle with it. “…with anyone?”

You can feel Ser Rolf press his gaze on you, but you avoid it and wait, even if you shouldn’t considering who’s occupying your mind now too.

“No,” Ser Rolf answers hesitantly, making your heart skip a beat. “He was lurking in the corner watching over the other silver-haired Prince.”

You swallow back nervously and meet your friend's gaze to press him since he didn’t sound convincing. “Tell me, Rolf. I can take the truth. I mean look at me, I’m on opposite sides of this war.”

Ser Rolf quickly shakes his head and looks at you with a pitiful look. “I swear it, Princess. He was lurking the entire night. When his brother brought in women and tried to gift him one as an engagement present, he finally left.”

You let out a relieved sigh and nod in comprehension, feeling a lot more assured now than before. “Thank you, my friend.”

“Of course.”

You feel it now…how much you’re starting to miss Aemond. Which is all so conflicting, but you admit it, you miss your husband, especially when it’s just you and him. That’s when he lets his guard down and lets out this person he keeps within; this sweet, affectionate, and amusing person that knows how to love you in the way you want to be loved, and knows the deepest parts of you, while he lets you know his.

He doesn’t hide his love for you in public, he's not overly affectionate but he makes it known that you’re all his and he’s all yours. And perhaps that makes you a little too attached to one another, but you take pride in it and never feel alone.

But…

Yes, there’s a but when you’re in Winterfell, when Cregan is close, and when he comes to mind. You can’t let Cregan go. The love you shared was so consuming, it was full of passion, it was exciting, and it had so much to give that no matter what, you could never get enough of one another.

But that's it isn't it? Was. You need to let go.

“How are you…holding up?” Ser Rolf breaks you from your troubled mind and only makes you confused. “With…you know…” he trails off and points to the side.

You follow his line of gaze and realize that he’s referring to Cregan.

“Rolf,” you warn him, making him laugh.

“He’s finally smiling,” he makes matters worse and makes you smile down at the table while your stupid heart skips a beat.

“He hasn’t been with anyone,” Ser Rolf clarifies and you snap your eyes at him and kick his shin.

“Stop.”

Rolf smirks and rubs his wounded area, while your eyes wander to the man you’re talking about, and you see him leaving the hall.

You almost find it in you to follow him out, but what will that bring? Nothing but temptation. You did good before when it was just him and you, but the stars are out, and the snow blankets the ground, it will feel like one of those nights when you would admire the sky in each other's embrace, and you’ll probably lose it, so you stay put and keep talking to your friend while also watching for your brother.

Eventually, more of Cregan's friends join Ser Rolf and you, but as much as you enjoy their company you can’t rest easy without knowing about your brother. He left a while ago and hasn’t returned. He would’ve told you if he went to bed, but he hasn’t. He said he needed to step out and hasn’t returned.

Maybe he froze out there since all he’s used to is a chill—but more seriously you should go check on him.

You stand up and just as you’re going to excuse yourself you catch your brother walking inside in front of Cregan.

They approach the table and you want to ask about your brother's whereabouts, but Cregan interjects. “I've decided we could take him hunting tomorrow morning and have lunch there, so he can know some of the North’s wilderness.”

You look at your brother and he gives you an assuring nod. And considering Cregan hasn’t given you an answer you have no choice but to accept. “Very well then.”

“I might’ve overshared with your brother just now,” Cregan continues to direct at you as you step back and sit back down.

“No, no,” Jacaerys shakes his head. “He glorified.”

You cross your leg over the other and press them. “What?”

Cregan glances at your brother and then looks back at you. “I might have praised your archery skills on dragonback.”

You smile at Cregan and pass your brother a cocky look. “It’s true. I am an excellent shot on Dragonback, but I cannot take all the credit, Astraea helps me when she flies. I think Lord Stark is just too in awe of the dragon itself.”

Cregan huffs and points his chin at you. “You are being too humble. You deserve the praise, not anyone can hit the target while moving, especially while flying. And you like to stand, which, that alone deserves its own praise.”

You shake your head. “You flatter me too much.”

“But I do suppose the same cannot be said about your traps. She almost caught her own leg once,” he shares a bit too amused. “Arra caught her in time.”

You shake your head. “It was not my fault,” you rebuttal. “You were distracting me. Hunting is done in silence and you distracted me.”

Cregan scoffs. “Are we talking about the same day?” He teases. “You are remembering wrong. I did not do such a thing.”

You touch your chest and slowly get up. “Lord Stark, are you calling me a liar?”

He shakes his head. “Admit it, you could have used help.”

You inhale deeply and nod. “Only if you admit you spoiled our bait for that fishing evening on your name day.”

Cregan parts his lips but he can’t deny you so he presses his lips together and nods slowly, causing you to nod in return, and share a mutual agreement to your questions through shared glances that you don’t break. There in the middle of your friends and brother, you look at each other as if it’s only you and him in that hall, in this world entirely. You exist only for each other.

Until the reminder tears it all down and pulls you back into reality. “Sister why don’t you sing us a song,” Jacaerys exposes you.

“What?” You gasp and ignore all the looks you get.

Jacaerys nods. “It seems fitting. It’s still early, I think it would be nice for you to fill the hall with your song.”

You blink repeatedly and shake your head quickly hoping he’ll get the hint, but he does the opposite as if purposely torturing you. “Wait…you have not sung here?”

You stay quiet and spare a glance at Cregan who is too amused by what’s going on.

“Wow…” Jacaerys trails off to chuckle before he faces the crowd of your friends and Cregan. “That is why she is called the Siren of Driftmark.”

You bite the inside of your cheek and groan.

“I thought you said it was because you were a good swimmer,” Ser Rolf points out.

You shake your head. “No,” you grumble.

Jacaerys moves over to you to grab your shoulder and shake you gently. “She’s really good. She sings all the time,” he praises you. “She just sang the other day when we got to Dragonstone.”

You shake your head and feign a smile. “No, no, my brother is being too nice. He’s exaggerating.” You laugh and then turn to your brother to shoot him a burning glare. “You’re exaggerating,” you sneer at him through gritted teeth.

Jacaerys chuckles and pushes you forward. “Sing us a song. Come on!”

You share a breathless chuckle and turn on your heels to point back at your brother. “I would not want you to cry,” you reveal and glance at the crowd. “When he was a boy he would hide at the back of the crowd so no one would see him cry when I sang.”

Jacaerys doesn’t give you the satisfaction of being flustered, he just smiles, and Cregan steps in.

“Come on, prove your name, princess.”

You pass him a glare and sigh deeply.

“Just one,” Cregan insists with a sweet and intrigued look that really makes it hard to say no to.

“Fine…” you give him brugrudgly. “But…I’ll sing a Sea Shanty. One father liked to sing with us, Jacaerys, so you can sing with me.” You smirk.

Your brother is quick though and shakes his head. “No, no, anyone happy enough can sing a Sea Shanty. Sing a different song.”

“You’ll be surprised not everyone can,” you murmur and stare at your brother with a piercing glare but don’t argue now. You’ll get nowhere, so you begin to step away from the crowd. “Only if you do it,” you protest and turn back to your brother.

“No,” he snaps.

“Do what?” Ser Rolf probes.

You grab your brother's arm and he gives your friend the answer. “Our father would present her to the crowd as if she was a famous singer before she sang.”

You nod eagerly and shake him, but he shakes his head to deny you of such a pleasure.

“I’ll do it,” Ser Rolf volunteers and takes you with him, but leaves you at the side as he runs to the center and steals everyone’s attention.

“Can I get everyone’s attention please! Tonight we have a special guest blessing this hall with her song! May I present the Siren of Driftmark!” He shouts and you don’t shy away or protest now, you run to the center, and bow to the crowd while you spread your arms out like a dragon spreads its wings.

“Hello, Winterfell!” You address the crowd and stand tall without a hint of smugness or your nose in the air to show your royal status, you show off a charm that hasn’t been seen in this hall and gains all the wavering attention to you, as if you were born to lead the masses. “Now, now I know what you may be wondering! Can she really sing, she’s never proved that to us! But,” you laugh softly. “I promise that I at least will not make your ears bleed.”

The crowd laughs and a warm look grows on the serious Lord’s face.

“This song goes to my brother who accompanies me this time around,” you let it be known so you don’t share all the attention. “And of course to your Lord Stark. Thank you for hosting us tonight, my friend.”

You flash him a smile and he nods gently in return, unable to keep his eyes off as you whisper to the band in the corner. He follows your every step with a curiosity that grows only as you clear your throat, take in the crowd that’s gathered in the hall, and draw out a deep breath, because after you part your lips and start to sing softly for all the crowd to hear, all he knows is complete awe as you grow louder and more enchanting with your song.

You become one with yourself and it makes it impossible for anyone to turn away, all the attention is on you as if you were a real-life siren. Yet no matter how many eyes watch you, how surprised and amazed everyone is, and how that prides you, all your attention falls on one man who only watches you with awe, because in this hall it’s just you and him once again.

——

*THE NEXT DAY*

Fishing has never been your strength, you enjoy the quality time when you go with someone, but besides that, you aren’t patient enough to wait for a fish to take the bait.

It’s why as you watch the blue fish in murky waters you make sure to stay out of the water as you slowly pick up your bow, and align your arrow, hoping it won’t hear you and swim off somehow.

Albeit the fish with blue scales moves, making you hold your breath and wait…

Good thing it just moves under the sunbeam that casts in the water. Now though, you do feel guilty for trying to kill it, it’s so beautiful, its scales glimmer a deep blue against the sun like the prettiest gems are stuck to it.

Yet a fish is all it is.

Before you can shoot though, the fish swims away quickly. “Damn, damn,” you hiss and move your aim along with its hasty movements to not let it get out of sight. And just before it can escape into the shallow river, you let the arrow go and luckily shoot the fish right through its eye.

“Haha,” you celebrate to yourself and throw your bow aside to pull your fur cloak off and leave it on the giant rock so it doesn't get wet when you step into the water.

“Oh,” you gasp at the icy touch and rush to grab the fish on the tips of your feet whilst letting out quick ‘oh’s at the cold touch of the water.

However, before you can attempt to turn and run out of the water you catch a branch snap behind you and stiffen.

There's only two people it can be, but you’re still so nervous that the Greens are going to find you that your mind panics and quickly makes you reach for your dagger around your belt.

When you hold the handle you slowly peer back and gasp when you just see Cregan. “Gods,” you breathe out and let the dagger go. “You startled me.”

Cregan finally walks out of the tree line and puts his hands up. “Forgive me, I didn’t want to interrupt your moment. Forgive me.”

You laugh nervously and walk out of the water with relief, and your trophy in hand.

“You’ve been on edge lately,” he points out as he watches you trade your trophy for your cloak.

You sigh. “With this impending war, my husband and his family have been insistent on getting me and Aerion back to King's Landing, that I fear they’ll be in every corner I turn,” you share as you hang your cloak around your shoulders.

Cregan drops his head and nods gently. “Well, no Greens will reach you here. You have my word.”

He looks up and you meet his gaze and offer him a gentle and thankful smile before you grab your arrow from the rock and show off your prize. “I promised my little brother Joffrey we would go fishing, but I think this way is more effective, do you not think?”

Cregan gets closer and tilts his head to the side to shrug. “Can’t say it’ll be called fishing if that’s the way you go.”

You scoff and flick your wrist to brush him off. “Sure it is, we will just use a bow and arrow to catch our fish. I don’t want to wait hours to get one on a hook.”

Cregan huffs and you take that as a challenge. “But I know fishing in the extreme is not for everyone.”

A faint smile breaks on his face and he remarks. “Who do you think you are talking to exactly?”

You shrug and pick up your bow to offer it to him. “Prove your skill, Lord Stark.”

Without further argument, Cregan takes the bow and narrows his gaze. “You know how much I hate it when you’re so formal with me,” he remarks.

You shoot him a simple teasing smile and let the bow go to fall by his side instead. “Alright there’s one right across from us,” you whisper as you hand him an arrow. “Quietly.”

Cregan aligns his arrow and tilts his head down toward you. “Who taught you to hunt?” He picks on your comment.

You lift your gaze, catching the gleam in his eyes, and giggle. His gaze lingers, threatening to drive your heart mad so you look down first and he follows your gaze to follow his prey. When he thinks he has the right angle to catch the fish he lets the arrow go, but the wooden weapon whizzes to the fish's side and only works to startle it away.

“Aha!” You blurt and grab his arm. “I told you. Skill!”

“Oh, hush you,” he brushes you off with a grin before he walks over to collect your arrow. “Oh, by the way, singing?! How come you never told me?”

You sit back on the giant rock and shrug. “One, because I was quite timid to sing to you,” you admit and make him smile at the ground. “And two…after my father died…I just lost my heart to sing. It did not feel right.”

Cregan steps out of the water and his smile fades to show his comprehension. “I understand,” he says quietly and puts your arrow bag in the leather holster.

“I would sing for my grandfather Viserys when I returned to the Red Keep, but I didn’t have a heart to sing until I had Aerion,” you muse as you miss your boy. “He made me find my voice again. And now he falls asleep to my song.”

“What a lucky lad,” Cregan says and steps toward. “You have a beautiful voice. I understand why you got your name.”

A warmth creeps on your cheeks and you smile at the rock beneath you. “Thank you,” you whisper. “And don’t take it as something I hid from you, you are just learning something new from me.”

He hums softly and adds. “It’s just a way to keep me on my toes, I respect that.”

You return his hum and blink to look over at him, catching his watchful gaze, and feeling at that moment a need to entrust him with something that’s been troubling you, something that didn’t satisfy you when you spoke about it to your grandmother.

“Can I ask you something?” You ask hesitantly. “If it makes you uncomfortable, tell me, all right?”

Cregan shifts in his stance and nods without hesitation. “It’s all right, go on,” he assures you to keep going.

You avert your gaze and fiddle with the ring that Aemond gifted you. “It’s just,” you breathe out and make sure Jacaerys isn’t approaching before you continue. “You’re the most loyal man I know. Your oaths are everything to you,” you tell him, making him slowly sit down beside you. “So can you tell me where my loyalties should lie? Should I return to my husband? Especially now that we have a child should I follow him blindly? Growing up, the Septa’s would plague me with how to be a good wife, Alicent makes indirect comments all the time, it's my job as a woman to be a loyal wife, but…” you trail off and look up at the sky and exhale shakily.

“I love my mother, I love my family, and I know she’s the one who belongs on the throne,” you continue to confide in him. “It was stolen from her, nothing will ever make me look at that differently. I will follow her rule, but…Aemond is my husband. He stands loyally on the other side, shouldn’t I stand by his side? Follow him blindly?” You ask from the depths of your torn heart and drop your gaze to look at Cregan with an aching look that wounds his heart.

“He might be your husband, and you may have a responsibility to him now that should come over your mother, but you still have your beliefs,” Cregan says with sincerity since he knows that all you need now is a friend, not a jealous ex-lover. “What you want still matters. And you know what you want to do, I hear it now, I see it with my own eyes. Don't betray yourself just because you don’t want to disappoint one or the other,” he reassures you softly and leans closer to you without actually touching your hand that’s pressed on the rock next to his, he doesn’t let his breath unfurl over your skin, or let his lips brush against your cheek. He just gets his face closer so you can feel his comfort.

“Would you do it?” You can’t help but ask. “Would you go against your wife if she was on opposite sides of a war?”

Cregan sighs deeply and doesn’t debate his answer, he nods, and you add something that pains him to hear because he knows what it really means. “Even if you loved her?”

Cregan swallows thickly but he doesn’t let his eyes fall, he nods stiffly. “If it was the right thing to do, yes. Even if it pained me.”

You drift your gaze away and nod, hoping you can beat the stinging in your throat, but tears fall from your eyes.

“It’s okay,” he whispers. “It will be okay.”

You sniffle and meet his gaze to probe speechlessly.

Cregan understands your gesture and nods, making you offer him a gentle smile and lean towards him. “Thank you, Cregan. It really means a lot.”

“Of course,” he says with a caring look that works to assure the doubt and lift the weight you’ve been carrying on your shoulders since you found out what happened.

“Thank you,” you add much to his surprise and yours while letting yourself grab his hand. “For loving me.”

Cregan stares at you for a lingering moment with his eyebrows furrowing and unknotting with every emotion that runs through his mind and makes his heart race. “I would do it again, it was my honor,” he speaks softly.

Your bottom lip trembles but you don't cry, you let your head fall on his shoulder for a brief second to express the deep unspoken love that you’ll never actually be able to let go. It’ll forever be scarred in your soul.

And that’s all you could ask for in this world full of horrors. Even if there's no proper goodbye, and there’s so much left untouched, this moment is all you could ever want, it welcomes a comforting silence that brings a smile to your face as you both watch the serene environment.

“We should find your brother,” Cregan breaks the silence after a long moment of being selfish.

You hesitate for a moment but you slide off the rock and collect your stuff before you lead the way back into the forest.

“Do you…” Cregan starts to say while he helps you by carrying the fish you caught. “Still dream of flying to faraway places?”

You keep your eyes out for your brother and purse your lips together as you sigh. “Would you be disappointed if I said I did? Only sometimes though.”

Cregan chuckles. “No, of course not. I’m glad you still do. Where to?”

You suck in air and twirl around to face him as you walk back. “Maybe,” you breathe out and happily share what he wants to know. “Yi Ti. I was given this beautiful gem necklace from there and I’ve been completely enamored by the place ever since. It’s said princes live in solid gold houses.” You nod eagerly, making him scoff.

“My most favorite gowns are made of silks from Yi Ti,” you muse and turn back around on your heels. “Some I have yet to wear because I have been saving them. Hopefully, I get to wear one soon! Don’t worry though my feet are still on the ground,” you make sure to assure Cregan. “I have not forgotten what I learned here.”

You hear him hum before he mutters. “I’m quite curious about these expensive gowns.”

Your breath catches in surprise and you peer over to shoot him a pointed look. He responds by flashing you a charming smile that makes you roll your eyes and hold back your smile.

Thankfully in that next moment, you spot your brother in the distance and force all your focus on him.

Jacaerys doesn’t seem to spot you right away though, so after a quick and brilliant idea hits you you leave Cregan behind to sneak around Jacaerys. Once you get close and he’s made some distance from the tree you’re hiding behind, you slip out and avoid stepping on all the branches and dry leaves. When you’re close enough you bite back your smile and raise your hands to jump on his back, but much to your misfortune he’s too perceptive and ruins your plan. “I saw your foot behind the tree.”

You blow out air and drop your arms with a pout. Jacaerys turns and spots Cregan walking out of the shadows first before he faces you and shows off the rabbits he caught. “What did you catch?”

You frown deeper and point at the single fish, making him chuckle. “That’s all?! I thought you were some great hunter!”

You roll your eyes and sputter out an excuse. “Well, I did see some rabbits but I didn’t want to kill them, they were adorable.”

And you can’t say Cregan distracted you either, for the most part, you were just walking and taking in the sights you left behind last year.

“Uh-huh.” Jacaerys nods with a smug smile on his face. “Sure,” he quips. “You are such a girl.”

You roll your eyes and wave him off before you get ahead of the group and lead the way to a distant clearing where you’ll have lunch. “A few months back,” you share to fill the silence and avoid your previous topic. “I was at the market street and on our way back I ran into this Red priestess.”

“A witch,” Jacaerys corrects you, causing you to turn around and counter.

“No, a red priestess. Calling them witches is kind of mean.”

Jacaerys scoffs and turns to Cregan for support. “I say witches, what do you call them here, Lord Stark?”

Said man grabs his blade hooked on his belt and meets your brother's gaze with a hidden smugness behind his eyes. “Witches, but sometimes we call them pretenders, depending on the price.”

Jacaerys chuckles and you know they’re obviously just working against you so you choose to ignore the negativity and go on. “Anyway!” You exclaim and twirl back around. “She told me my future. She said…” you leave them with anticipation for a few seconds before you share what you were told. “I would have seven kids.”

“Gods,” Jacaerys murmurs.

“Mhmm.”

“Now,” Jacaerys cuts in and rushes over to fall by your side, leading Cregan to fall on your other side—“Who will give you all these children if your husband dies in this war?”

Without as much as thinking you turn to your brother and nudge his chest to make him think it’s something you planned when really you’re just teasing him. Kind of. “You. We could get married.”

Your brother's face falls and he immediately shakes his head and turns you down bluntly. “No. I would not marry you.”

“Oh right, there’s Baela,” you point out and grab your chin as you think deeply. “Well…I could take her. She’s quite terrifying, but yes,” you nod and look back at your brother. “I can take her in both a dragon fight and hand-to-hand combat…I think.”

Jacaerys' nose scrunches and he shakes his head again. “No, I would not marry you! You are…you.”

You look around confused and pick on that considering your house is known to marry within the family to keep the bloodlines pure. Aegon and Helaena are married.

“So?”

Jacaerys parts his lips but he can’t think of a strong argument that will beat the truth. Yet you do take a good look at Jacaerys and find an excuse. “You are right,” you mutter. “We could not, I do favor taller men, thus maybe...” you trail off to think, leaving Jacaerys offended by your bold comment.

“A Prince from Yi Ti with a house made of gold,” Cregan finishes for you, making you snap your eyes at him and smile slowly in amusement.

“Funny,” you hold back your laugh. “Very funny.”

He rolls his head down and hides his smile.

Gods laughing with him is so much better in person. He can be very funny in a serious way that only makes what he says or does that much funnier.

“She also let me see in the fire,” you continue to share more excitedly now. “And what I saw was a girl—”

“Wait, wait,” Jacaerys cuts you off and wipes away his smile. “Now when this priestess of yours talked to you, was she on the other side of this fire?”

You look away and bite your cheek before you lie by shaking your head as a response.

Albeit Cregan knows you well and points you out. “Liar.”

“Yes, fine!” You exclaim and gently nudge him away. “She was at the other side, but it was not her that I saw, it was a girl with silver hair,” you catch your brother's serious attention now. “She…stood on top of a mountain covered in snow, ashes, and death.”

Cregan’s own amusement falls and your brother doesn’t dare to tease you now, so you go on.

“All brought by…<A long winter,>,” you finish in High Valyrian to mirror the way the Red Priestess told you before you repeat in the common tongue. “A long winter.”

Both men look at you but one doesn’t look at you with disbelief, nor fear, he’s serious and deep in thought, while your brother lets out a dry laugh and shakes his head to try and deny what you shared.

“I believe it,” you defend yourself and what you saw in that fire because it was clear as day as if you were seeing a memory that hasn’t happened.

“I also believe what this old man said about Ice dragons living past the wall,” you tell your brother, and Cregan interjects right away.

“Old man Thomas is known for tall tales. There are things that are true, but what he says is not.”

You shrug. “He’s well-traveled, why wouldn’t it be true?” You rebuttal and lean towards him.

“Because,” Cregan argues and leans towards you. “He likes attention. And he’s drunk all the time.”

“A drunk man is less likely to lie, you know that because you don’t lie when you’re drunk.”

His lips twitch and before he can respond with something in his defense his eyes turn to your brother at your other side. You discreetly follow his line of gaze and catch your brother's attention so you play it off quickly.

“All I’m saying is I believe what I saw, it may not happen in our lifetime, but it’s in our future,”

A short silence follows that only works to make you grow nervous over what your brother might’ve just thought. But he thankfully brushes you off.

“Maybe but you probably got ripped off by a fake witch.”

Once again you choose to ignore this negativity spouted by your brother and instead drift your attention to lunch, and since Cregan was more in charge of guiding Jacaerys, he didn’t catch anything. All you have is the single fish you caught and the rabbits Jacaerys caught, but neither one of you wants to skin them, so you eat a small lunch and share the fish over a quite fun moment where you, unfortunately, don't receive an answer from Cregan, regarding what he’s willing to offer your mother.

You hoped he’d finally say it during supper, but supper came and passed, and nothing. That lack of response followed until the next two days too, leaving your brother quite impatient now.

“What have you told him?” Jacaerys greets you ever so warmly.

“What have I told who?” You pretend to act clueless while you pick a square cake from the tray and study it before you plop it into your mouth.

“Lord Stark,” he snaps.

You knew he was getting to that since you spotted him stomping over to you and Astraea, but you had hoped he wouldn’t get to it yet.

“It's been days and you said you would talk to him! We don’t have days to waste,” he remarks and spats out your name before going on to give you a mean reminder. “We need to leave and we have nothing.”

You don’t intend to sit up or fix your gaze on your brother, you keep yourself against your dragon's large arm and respond calmly. “He promised he would give us an answer—”

“When?” Jacaerys cuts you off and crouches down to take the tray of cake from you. “When?”

You drag your eyes up and nonchalantly answer. “He cannot pull the army out of his ass, Jacaerys. We have to wait, if he promised he would do something he is going to do it.”

Your brother rolls his eyes and turns away to let out a frustrated breath. “There's a difference between saying a promise and actually committing to it. I do not know how close you are or if you have actually talked to him, but you need to figure something out, that is why you are here.” He mutters.

You watch him knowing that he has a right to be annoyed, Lady Arryn gave you her answer quite quickly, and you’ve been in Winterfell for days but still haven’t received a word on what Cregan will give to support his Queen, but you also trust Cregan, you know he’s going to do what he says, you just need to wait.

“I’ll talk to him again,” you assure him. “If he doesn’t give anything then we’ll return home with his simple loyalty.”

Jacaerys rests his hand on his hip and lets out a deep breath. “All right, that sounds good.”

You sigh and nod, letting a silence linger for a moment before you lean forward. “Can I get those back?”

“What?” He breathes out and turns all dramatically with his cloak twirling with him.

“My cake pieces,” you point at the tray in his hand with your eyes.

Jacaerys passes you a judgmental look before he leans over and lets you take the tray he took.

“Aemond found me,” you let him know of the raven that came to you this morning. “He said ‘come home at once’. Shorter than the last one but still persistent.” You giggle.

Jacaerys walks over to sit next to you against a sleeping Astraea. “Will you?” He asks with genuine curiosity.

You take a cake piece and shake your head. “No…our mother belongs on that throne and I am going to stand by that,” you say confidently now that you know where you want to stand. “He can try to take me by force if he wants, but I am going to fight for her.”

Jacaerys looks over at you with a faint smile and nods in comprehension. “I’m glad to hear it.”

You mirror his smile and offer him a piece of cake. As he takes one a memory creeps in and your smile widens before you can tell it to him. “Do you remember a few years ago, when Lucerys disowned me because he thought I ate the last piece of lemon cake?”

Midchew Jacaerys loses himself in thought before he snorts, spitting out pieces of cake, and causing you to scrunch your nose in disgust.

“Ew,” you grumble and he interjects abruptly.

“Yes! I remember he’s like you cannot be my sister anymore because you are selfish and you ate it all!” He mocks your younger brother.

You giggle and nod, but before you can add to that shared memory Astraea suddenly raises her head, bringing Jacaerys and you to a pause to look over; noticing none other than Cregan approaching.

When he’s near he bows his head and greets the both of you on the ground. “Good day, my princess, my prince.”

You smile at him and greet him for both Jacaerys and you. “Good day. It is nice to see your face today, we ate lunch and breakfast alone.”

Cregan bows his head again. “I am terribly sorry, I have been busy all day, I only barely got out.”

You remember his long days, on some terribly long ones, he wouldn't be let out until it was time to go to bed. You would usually meet him in his chambers on those days and just lay down enjoying each other's company. Today all you can do is look at each other as nothing but old friends.

“I hope your day has not been dull,” Cregan worries.

You shake your head. “No, we were just reminiscing about a day of our childhood when,” you snicker and go on. “Our little brother Lucerys disowned me because he thought I ate the last piece of lemon cake.”

Jacaerys nods and continues the story for you. “We both knew there was more so she pretended to leave. Our mother came in a few moments later with more and Lucerys completely freaked,” Jacaerys laughs and stands up as if that would change the way he was telling it. “He started bawling and ran out to look for our sister.”

“When he found me,” you finish the story. “He’s like I am so sorry, I never meant what I said. Come back, do not leave us. You can have as much cake as you want!” You finish with a laugh and Jacaerys joins you.

“That sounds like quite a memory,” Cregan says and reaches out to pat your dragon's snout since she leans towards him with dilated eyes. “Did your mother say anything?”

You and Jacaerys stare at one another in search of the answer, but you can’t recall.

“Not that I remember,” you mention and look back at Cregan. “But it was quite a memory. Lucerys is a sweetheart.”

Cregan hums and Astraea groans softly in response to his touch.

“Oh, maybe you needed something, my Lord?” Jacaerys only asks now.

“Well,” Cregan sighs. “I only wanted to invite the both of you to Castle Black on the morrow so you could see the wall, My Prince. Just before you leave, that is.”

You and your brother share a hopeful look and even if Jacaerys was quite impatient to leave, now he accepts Cregan's invitation. “I have always wanted to see the wall. It would be a pleasure.”

“Good, we will leave at first light then.” Cregan lets you both know and leaves you hoping for a good response that will hopefully make your mother proud.

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A/N- Who’s the 2nd heart of fire? A new character we’re getting soon, or someone else

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[writing-whenever-whatever]

You promised not to steal from me again

helaena Targaryen x reader x aegon Targaryen

Masterlist

Summary : you’re a member of the smalll folk who lives in the poorest of conditions with your mother ill and close to death you must steal to survive but when you steal from the wrong person you find yourself imprisoned in the dungeons at the red keep. As time moves on you are placed as helaenas hand maid but soon grow to be more to her and aegon growing to a position of power as their lover. 

Warning: 18 + mdni, p in v sex, f!oral, poly relationship, death, blood, rough sex, m!oral ,pregnancy, child birth, crime, creampie, biting, hickeys, blood and cheese, scars, injuries, 

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It’s the beginning of the summer I’m sat in a rugged small house in the middle of flee bottom close to the edge of the streets of silk I’m sat close to my mother who is sat by a fire hunched over shivering her skin pale face thin and skeletal she barely acknowledges her surroundings let alone the fact that me her ten and two aged daughter is sat watching over her from a distance watching her over time become more and more frail as she coughs up blood and I can’t do anything to help her.

We do not have the money for a physician or the money for medicine from an apothecary. I must steal what I can; money, food, herbs to create my own kind of remedies to sooth her suffering but nothing seems to sooth her pain. 

It’s late in the afternoon the sun has begun to set in kings landing and the streets of flee bottom have just started to open up. I leave the house quietly as I blow a kiss to my mother and announce “ bye mama I’ll be back soon promise just gonna go out, shopping is all” knowing that if I told her I was stealing she’d get upset and I don’t need that. 

I’m wandering around the streets picking pockets for a few spare coins when I see the ultimate victory. prince Aegon Targaryen, the oldest son of the king and alicent Hightower, staggering drunkenly through the streets a large bag of coin strapped to his side. He is a drunken fool most the time there fore I think quite an easy target or so I thought. 

I’ve been doing this a while now I know how to sneak around making my foot steps silent how to get away quickly and hide my tracks 

but I don’t know what I would do if I got caught I would be in big trouble especially if caught stealing from a prince, if i get caught my mother would be left for dead. But if I don’t I’d have a bag full of coin to get her the help she needs. 

I slowly start to follow him checking for any sign of kings guards or any other source of security there’s non I can see he walks down an alley way I follow getting close to him as I get close enough  I reach out for the back strapped to his hip when he turns around and sees me he grabs my hand his eyes filled with fury “ what are you doing “ his voice sounds dark and it brings chills throughout my body “ I-i-I” I stand there  a stuttering mess “ don’t even bother answering I know what you were doing you rat” he scowls pushing me back to the point I fall back onto the stone floor with force “ I could have your head for that stealing from a prince” a smug expression dancing across his face as he sees tears well in my eyes “ I’m sorry my prince” I mumble quietly “ please I beg do not take my head” my hands shake violently as I see kings guards run towards our direction “ ugh fucking cunts” Aegon grumbles as they spot him standing over me and start approaching. 

Sir criston Cole walks to aegon he looks over him and then down at me on the floor “ my prince is everything alright “ he looks back at him as sir Arryk comes in the other direction of the alley blocking my way of escape “ you see this here speck of filth in front of me sir criston this pathetic excuse of a girl thought she could steal from me” I look up at them “I’m sorry my prince I need the coin my mama is desperate she’s on the brink of death” I sob spluttring at each word aegon snaps at me “ I did not ask you to speak girl” his face an expression of fury “ sir criston have her taken back to the cells at the castle have her punished accordingly” I get practically lifted from my spot on the floor “ no please sir please my mama needs me” I cry out “ should have thought of that before you made the stupid choice to steal from me” Aegon says a sadistic smile as he watches sir criston carry my frail body away from him. 

He drags me to the keep and through a back entrance to the dungeons are full of dark cells full of the nastiest of criminals “ you were stupid to think you could do that” he says to me not really expecting a response as he puts me down in a cell with a small melting candle sat on a bench  “ I needed the coin” I mumble through tears “ you are a young girl you have life a head of you, you waist it away making daft decisions like stealing from a prince” he scoffs slightly. I look down at the floor tucking my knees in my chest making myself look even smaller that I did before as he turns to leave “ I’m sure your punishment will be light there are worse criminals down here than just a little girl you should take it thankfully” he closes the door locking it behind him leaving me basically in darkness with just the light of the candle to sooth my fear of the dark. 

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It feels like days have passed at this point the candle has burnt out leaving me in constant darkness the only thing that is telling me I’m still alive is my sobbing that echo through the cell and through the halls of the keep. 

I sit in the corner of the cell my knees tucked into my chest making myself as small as possible as I hear footsteps echo through the hall and stop outside the door I hear a woman’s voice “ open the door “ her voice is strong and demanding there’s a clanging of keys against the large metal door and then there’s beams of sunlight streaming into the room I cover my eyes from the brightness “ that’s a child why is there a child imprisoned in the keep” she glares at the guard as she slowly walks into the cell sinking down to the floor infront of me “ you poor girl” I look at her through my fingers “ why are you in here” she sounds gentle her look of care and sympathy on her face “ I-I was caught” I sniffle tears streaming down my cheeks “ caught doing what” she raises her eye brow a stern motherly look on her face “ stealing from the prince” I stutter out. 

The woman that I finally recognised as queen alicent “ you stole from my son” she looks down at me “ why” she stares down at me I feel more intimidate now looking up at her my body trembling “ I needed money your majesty I needed money for my mama she’s dying” I sniffle my voice quivering and shaking . 

Alicent rests her hand on my cheek “ hush child I am not mad but you should apologise to prince aegon and then I am going to come up with a suitable punishment “ she looks at me reaching her hand out to mind “ come “ she helps me up my legs trembling under my body weight as she slowly walks me out of the cell the light hurting my eyes more as we get further into the red keep. 

We get to a large wooden door as she knocks I look up at her scared “ it’s ok do not stress” she runs her hand over my back gently as the doors open “ Aegon are you decent” her voice sounds more harsh and sinister Aegon is laying in bed wrapped in blankets as alicent walks in pulling me with her “ what is it mother” he grumbles exhaustedly “I have some one who needs to talk to you” she looks down at him as he opens his eyes seeing me “ ugh it’s you girl what is it “ he growns a scowl on his face “ I am sorry my prince I will never steal from you “ I pause as alicent looks at me “ or any one again” I look back up at him his expression seems surprised “ fine what ever” he looks at me and back at alicent. 

“ Aegon where is your sister I am going to introduce them this girl will be her lady in waiting “ she looks at him “ I do not know where she is or why you’d want a common peasant to be her lady in waiting surely you should choose someone with status someone with a title ” alicent scowls at him “ it is her punishment and it would be good for helaena to make a friend she doesn’t get a long with the girls from court” he rolls his eyes and rolls back over in his bed as alicent walks me back out . 

“ what is your name sweet girl” she looks at me as we walk away “ Y/N” I look at her “ what a lovely name, well Y/N you are being granted the title of princess helaena’s lady in waiting “ I gasp slightly “ really are you sure you want me “ I look at her in shock “ of course I am I want helaena and you to become good friends you will help her with what ever she needs and you will protect her if needed” I nod agreeing with her as she looks down at me. “ can someone check on my mama your majesty “ I look up at her concerned “ I fear from the time I spent in the cells she may already be dead but at least I can get it confirmed “ she bends back down to my level seeing my watery eyes “ ok sweet girl I will have someone go to check on her but do not worry I shall take care of you as long as you take care of my girl” she takes my hand back in hers a sweet smile on her face as I nod slightly riding to meet her eyes “ thank you” a wavering smile back on my face as she rises again .

“ before you meet helaena we shall get you cleaned and dressed more appropriately” she walks me to a bathing chamber where there are maids filling a bath with warm bubbly water.

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After getting clean and dressed I get brought to helaenas room where alicent is sat with her as she plays with her insects . I stand in the door way “ ah y/n come in” I do as I’m told and walk in “ helaena this is y/n she’s your new lady in waiting” helaena sits there mumbling to herself as she looks up at her mother a dazed look on her face .

“ princess “ I curtsy lowering my head slightly she pats the space next to her on the floor “ come join me” I sit next to her watching a long insect with millions of legs climb up her arm I watch fascinated “ this one has sixty rings and two sets of legs on each side “ she looks at me a sweetness in her voice as she passes it onto my hand I let it crawl onto me “ it’s beautiful I’ve never seen anything like it” she smiles at me excited to find someone who isn’t scared of her creatures. 

Alicent watches over us as we play with the insects and talk amongst each other I listen to the facts that helaena spouts out pulling them out of her head. alicent face is full of pride and joy seeing her sweet girl finally open up to someone instead of staying closed within her own head. 

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After blossoming a friendship over a few months it soon blooms into something more serious more romantic feelings as I help her with daily activities like bathing , dressing and many more things I’m also just good company for her. 

One night I’m helping her into bed to rest and she leans up taking my head in her hands and kisses me on the lips the kiss is full of passion and affection “ i hope this is ok y/n not too much for you” she breaths before pulling me in more I kiss her back letting her tongue slip into my mouth, her hands running through my hair as she craves more connection we end up laying together kissing for hours till she becomes tied even then I hold her in my arms letting her sleep as I comb my fingers through her hair and run my other hand drawing gentle circles on her skin til I hear a male gasp from the door way and sit up desturbed by the noise I see aegon stood in the door way. 

“ what is this” he steps in his voice an angry whisper “ you promised not to steal from me again but here you are stealing my sister, stealing my betrothed” he glares at me “ I promise you my prince nothing had happened she just needed comfort and I happen to be here” I look at him my eyes glistening with guilt as he sees my swollen bruised lips and a smirk toys on his lips “ I know what you’ve been up to kissing and cuddling under the covers how scandalous “ he chuckles to himself “ no my prince I promise “ he cuts me off looking down at me “ no no I do not have a problem in it I find it rather attractive my sweet sister, wife to be having a secret lady love” he smirks.

 I sit there on the bed perched on my knees looking down as I feel his hand grab my chin “ do not be ashamed “ he looks at me “ you’ll be of great service to my sister or even myself in future “ he looks at me as his leans in kissing my head even if I try to pull away he holds me in place with his hand firmly on my chin “ and to think a few months ago I thought you were useless “ he laughs at his stupidity “ to think what is hers in present will be mine in future “ he looks at me leaning in to my ear his voice gravely and slightly intimidating “ that includes you” he leans back “ have a pleasant night y/n sleep well” his regular smirk returns to his face before he turns to leave “ night my prince” i grumble quietly before laying back down cuddling helaena. 

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A few years have passed aegon and Helaena are married and she is with child her belly swollen with aegons seed. I sit by Helena’s side holding her hand as she lays in bed sulking “ you’re growing beautifully hels” I run my finger across the back of her hand gently “ do not lie to me y/n” she huffs as she looks up to me “ come now don’t be so negative “ I lay next to her as she rests her head on my shoulder. 

Aegon walks in and smiles at the sight of us cuddling up together “ both my girls doing ok” he smirks as he walks over resting his hand on helaenas growing bump “ I’m not your girl“ I roll my eyes slightly at him “ you belong to my wife and what belongs to her belongs to me” he scoffs at me “ so you are my girl and don’t forget how you ended up in the keep you wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for me” helaena fidgets uncomfortably taking his attention back to her “ Aegon the babe is hurting me” she whines as he runs his hand along the bump.

I sit up “ I’ll get you some tea hels” she nods as I smile at her sweetly kissing her head before I get up “ do you want anything my prince” I look at him “ some wine and the good stuff non of that cheap shit” he looks at me and I nod bowing my head slightly as I leave to the kitchens. 

I heat up a pot of tea and pour out some milk and sugar into small pots and pick helaenas favourite tea cup out, it’s covered in a design of butterfly’s and lady bugs and flowers, then once the water’s boiling I pour it into a tea pot and add her favourite tea leaves into a strainer and put it into the water to brew. I place all of it onto a tray then I go to the wine cellar and take a jug I go through each wine stopping at a vintage dornish red then I take out the cork and pour it into the jug till it’s full then I grab a cup and put it onto the tray.

I slowly carry the tray upstairs to their chamber sir criston hold the doors for me making sure it doesn’t knock me or make me drop anything “ thank you sir criston” I smile sweetly as I return into the room seeing helaena and aegon laying together.

I put the tray down on the table then pour helaena a cup of tea stiring in her milk and sugar I bring it to her bed side “ here you are hels” she smiles at me “ thank you sweetness” she takes the tea siping on it.

Aegon looks at me raising a brow “ are you not going to pour me my wine” his voice is slightly stern “ are you going to ask me nicely “ I look at him standing at helaenas bedside “ god this girl is getting too comfortable “ he grumbles about me as if I’m not in the room “ you know you love it” I smile as I finally pour his wine into the cup and bring it to him as he reaches for it I move it back “ ask me nicely” he huffs rolling his eyes “ wine please “ he looks at me I give it to him “ you’re lucky I… my wife loves you” he stutters and pauses to correct himself making me giggle slightly. 

He takes a sip of wine then puts it down “ come lay with us y/n” he pats the space on the bed next to him “ don’t you think thats disrespectful to your wife “ I look at him “ another woman joining your bed” I smile teasingly “ oh come you are barely a woman you haven’t even bled yet “ he pats the bed again more determined this time “ I don’t find it disrespectful y/n” helaena says sleepily as she finishes her tea putting the cup on the bed side table “ fine as you wish” I lay down next to them slightly more separated than they are as they lay cuddling but aegon pulls me in his arm wrapping around my waist making me giggling slightly. 

“ to think of the pathetic rat you were but 3 years ago now look at you a grown beauty” he says full of confidence and pride i blushed slightly “ be careful with your words husband I may get jealous “ helaena jests as the babes kick and become more active within her belly causing her to wince his hand gently wraps around her and places on the bump “ they seem to be jealous too it seems” he chuckles to himself looking lovingly at the bump.  “ they recognise thier father” helaena looks at him seeing a look of pride in his eyes making her smile her eyes drooping shut slightly as she becomes more and more exhausted “ rest wife we do not mind it is hard work doing the work of a mother” he strokes the bump gently as she shifts closer to him getting comfortable before giving into sleep. 

“ if only both my girls could be laying here with swollen bellies from my seed“ he grumbles slightly drawing small patterns along the skin of my arm “ you know you’d hate it really” I giggle “ you’d have to get someone else to boss around and I would not be allowed upon my feet for a second “ he scoffs at me “ you could lay here at our side for ever, it’s such a shame “ he rolls over slightly without disturbing helaena “ it’s a shame you haven’t blossomed into womanhood yet “ he pulls me into him more before planting a sloppy kiss in my lips taking my bottom lip between his teeth i let out a small squeal and a whimper it causes him to chuckle, the door creaks open Aemond stands there looking in a stern expression on his face. 

“ must you do that when our sister, your wife sleeps next to you” he looks at aegon “ oh come on Aemond you act like she hasn’t fucked her next to me while I have slept” I blush at his boldness as he pulls me in flush against him “we all know of both yours and helaenas scandals “ he sighs stepping into the room as he walks over “ I do not know what’s so special about this hand maid” he looks down at me his eye scanning my form “ you have not had her suck your cock then brother, she may not be ripe to lose her Maidenhead yet but she is good with her mouth” he runs his hand along my bottom lip trying to push his fingers into my mouth. 

Aemond scowls slightly “ aegon stop” he looks at him “ when I want a whore I know where to come but right now I am not interested in such matters” he looks at me and I get up off the bed making aegon grown “ you’re no fun” he looks at him a small pout on his face. 

I look at Aemond “ would you like some wine my prince” I look at him a look of sweetness on my face he sits down on the chair by the bed “ I’ll have one“ Aegon smirks passing me his cup which I take to re fill “ one won’t hurt brother” Aegon looks at his brother trying to convince him “ I am fine y/n thank you” he glares at Aegon as I bring him a full cup of wine. 

I look at Aemond “ may i ask you something my prince “ he raises his eyebrow at me “ what do you wish to ask” i rarely talk to him and when i do it’s out of duty “ could you teach me how to use a sword” i ask fully confident in my question “ you? use a sword” he scoffs “ why” he looks back at me “ the queen says i must learn to protect hels and aegon and who else to ask but the best swords man in kingslanding “ he smirks at my words “ you flatter me but i do not wish to see a woman with a sword but there are other ways to protect those we care for” he looks at me “ i shall teach you them” i nod eager to learn it makes him smile slightly which is unusual for him “ thank you my prince “ watching him as he walks over to the other side to look upon helaena. 

He watches her face as she sleeps peacefully her hands gently placed on the bump he sees the babes moving as she rests “ she’s so strong” he smiles rubbing his hand over her cheek moving hair from her face “ so strong for putting up with you idiots” he adds “ oi I’m not an idiot” aegon glares sitting up Aemond ignores aegons argument“ is she healthy” i look at him and nod “ her and the babes are healthy she is eating well and when she is sick i make sure she keeps her sugar up with tea and honey as recommended by the queen” he nods at me “ good keep looking after her” he turns on his feet and walks out without another word. 

“ he’s such a party pooper he doesn’t do anything, barely drinks, fucks or messes around what’s the point in life if you can’t mess around “ Aegon huffs getting pissed off at Aemonds life style. “ don’t be angry at him aegon he has his life you have yours” i kiss his cheek gently. He hooks his arm back around helaena holding her gently as I lay next to him resting my head on his chest slightly listening to his heart beat “ I know you love me” he smirks teasingly playing with my hair with his free hand “ I’ve never confirmed or denied that” I mumble quietly relaxing more against him a smile toying on my lips as I get comfortable against him.

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After a few months haelena has gone into labour and I’m not allowed in the room so I’m stood in the council room pacing I seem more stressed out than aegon “ y/n calm down “ he speaks softly “ I can’t why won’t they let me be with her to hold her hand” my breathing is heavy and stressed as I pace more. Aegon gets up and wraps his arms around me “ shhhh hels is strong she’ll be ok I promise you” he pulls me down to sit on his lap I rest my head in the crook of his neck breathing in his scent trying to calm myself. 

He runs his hand up and down my thigh “ shhh sweet girl there’s no need to worry” he cuddles me cooing in my ear comfortingly. “ I’m sorry I don’t mean to be stressing but I’ve heard about bad experiences in child birth and I don’t want hels to be hurt” I keep close to him burying my head into his neck as I hear helaena screaming from their bed chambers I whine quietly tears welling In my eyes “ I don’t like it” I look at him “ she’s in pain” he holds me close “ shhh she’s ok sweetling she’s ok”.

A few hours pass and a midwife walks in “ prince aegon you have had twins” she has a smile on her face her uniform covered in blood I look at her the sight of it makes me nauseous “ twins” he smiles “ can we see her” he looks at the midwife “she is exhausted but you can see her” we both get up I hold his hand tightly as we walk In. 

Helaena lays there pale with sweat glistening across her skin two babes laying feeding from her breasts I look at her a sigh of relief leaving my lips as I let go of aegons hand and rush to her bed side “ hels how are you” i look at her taking her hand in mine “ I do not know how to feel right now” she looks at me a confused expression on her face Aegon stares at the babes on her chest “ our beautiful children “ he watches them intensely pride filling his face “ you did so well my love “ he looks at her smiling “ so so well” I agree with him he kisses her head .

A few more hours pass and helaena is cuddling the babies feeling much better after having some time to rest “ have you got names for them “ I tilt my head looking at her “ Jaehaera and Jaehaerys” she smiles the same dreamy expression she usually has “ they are beautiful names” I smile sweetly wiping some sweat from her forehead Aegon cradles Jaehaerys in his arms looking at him lovingly “ they’re so small” he sounds so happy so proud. 

Over the next few weeks Aegon is always checking in on the twins in the nursery as they lay in their cribs sleeping he often checks to see if they are breathing or if they are crying he rushes to their side. I stay with helaena helping her recover keeping her bathed and fed and well rested. 

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A few weeks pass and I’m laying next to helaena asleep as she sits there reading aegon walks in “ ugh stupid mother did you know that our nephews and rhaenyra were coming within the next week” he is talking loudly a slight tone of displeasure in his voice “ aegon quieten down y/n isn’t feeling well and no I didn’t know that” helaena puts her book down on the bed side table looking at aegon . 

“ gods what’s wrong with her is it contagious “ he looks concerned stepping back slightly “ she was saying about abdominal pains, head aches, dizziness and exhaustion I was looking them up in the book “ she points to it “ and what did your book say “ he looks at her wide eyed “ she is on the run up to blooming into a woman aegon these are the signs of starting her monthlies “ she looks at him smiling as he walks back over. 

“ that’s something to celebrate she is finally a woman “ he smiles looking down at my peaceful form “she seems to be enjoying her sleep now though so I shall let her rest” he sits on the side of the bed just observing me with love in his eyes then he looks at helaena “ how are you doing “ he smiles softly at her “ i am fine still a little sore but fine the babes have been  growing well and 

Have remained healthy which is good and I am happy” she smiles looking at him “ we are all happy “ he looks at her resting his hand on her cheek stroking it gently. 

“ we must prepare for the up coming week and to deal with their arrival “ helaena looks up at him sweetly “ i guess we should prepare our selves” he sighs leaning his head back letting out a grown “ but i tell you i do not want you or y/n leaving my side unless fully necessary “ he looks at her his tone sharper “ i can not promise that but i can say y/n won’t leave your side if you ask her” she looks at him making eye contact.

I start to stir in my sleep “ what is happening “ I grumble my voice full of sleep “ we are preparing ourselves for visitors within the next few weeks” his voice softens as he moves to me “ how are you feeling sweetling” he tucks his arms around me “ i feel a bit better my head no longer aches but I am in discomfort “ I shuffle into his embrace more as I move he sees a trail of blood behind me in the mattress “ y/n you’re in your womanhood now you’ve bloomed” helaena looks at me “ I shall teach you the ways to sort it properly “ she kisses the top of my head as i grumble slightly. 

We get up and the lesson begins as soon as we’re in the wash room she teaches me how to keep the blood from making a mess how to keep clean and stop the pain I listen to her with my full attention. Taking every word in. “ how long will the bleeding last “ I look at him she takes my hand gently “ sometimes a week sometimes less it all depends on your flow but you’ll adjust to it” she smiles rubbing circles on the back of my hands “ do you have any other questions y/n” she looks at me I shake my head “ no I think you’ve said everything I need to know “ I smile sweetly at her. 

We come back into the room and there are maids taking the bloodied bed sheet off and taking it away then getting a clean one they start putting it on the bed but I push past them “ no no no you’re doing it all wrong just get out I can do it “ they look at me giving me a dirty look as I take the sheets out thier hands and start to make the bed perfectly just the way both helaena and aegon like it the maids just stand there “ are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna go” I glare at them slightly getting pissed off at getting stared at.

They turn on their feet and leave as I finish of the bed by fluffing the pillows and folding the duvet in half neatly. “ you don’t have to make the bed y/n” Aegon looks at me his voice sweet “ they always do it wrong when I let them do it “ I whine slightly my attention focusing on the task at hand my mind never wandering till it’s done. 

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A week passes and Im in the training yard with Aemond as he teaches me methods to protect myself and others in this moment we’re using wooden daggers so neither of us get hurt as Aemond doesn’t want to deal with the consequences of hurting me. 

As we’re are fighting I’m in a focused determined mindset as I see a hint of distraction in his eye as his nephews run down the steps of the training yard I take the opportunity and trip him up pointing the dagger to his chest “ I win” I say a smile on my face as I giggle he hooks his leg around my other leg and pulls me down making me fall onto my back I giggle more “ that’s cheating Aemond I had you” he scoffs at me “ sure you did you tell yourself that” he smirks at me as he get back up and gives me a hand to pull me up. 

We are both now on our feet and his focus is taken by his nephews “ are you here to train nephews” he eyes then up a smirk on his face “ no we’re just observing “ Luke says his voice quivering slightly, Jace looks at him and starts to laugh “ fighting girls are we uncle” Aemond glares at him “ she isn’t as easy to beat as you think nephews fight her and see” I smile at him a light flush rising to my cheeks taking his words as compliments “ no we don’t plan on fighting anyone today” his eyes moving from Aemond to me his eyes wavering down my figure making me feel slightly uncomfortable “ I’m gonna go find aegon, thank you for today’s training my prince” I smile up at him he rests his hand on my lower back “ your welcome” his expression more of a smile as I walk off to find aegon.

As I’m walking away from the training yard Jace is checking me out as I walk “ don’t let Aegon and helaena catch your eyes wavering on her” Aemond glares at him his voice bitter and cold “ they are quite protective of her “ his face turns into a twisted grin “I’m sure my eyes didn’t offend her, uncle” Jace smirks still eyeing me till I’m completely out of eye sight.

I walk into helaenas and aegons chambers aegon is sat at the table flicking through pages of a book and helaena is sat watching her caged crickets jump and chirp fascinated as I close the door behind me they both look up “ how was your training with Aemond?” Helaena smiles standing up to greet me “ it was good, I managed to pin him but then he tipped it saying I lost when I really didn’t “ I look at them giggling to myself “ your nephews are here by the way the joined us in the training yard” i see aegons face drop slightly. “ where are they now” helaena looks at me holding my hands gently in hers “ I left them with Aemond i told him I was gonna come here cause one of your nephews kept staring “ i look at aegon as he slams his hands on the table. 

“ they are always trying to steal what is mine” booming with anger as he stands up and walks to me taking my head in his hands “did they touch you” I shake my head nuzzling into his hands slightly “ good” a smile coming back to his face as he rests his forehead head against mine. “ we must go greet them aegon it is polite “ helaena looks at him “ they can wait till the trial today I hear it’s about their legitimacy” he smiles pleased with the events to come.

“ for now we shall do whatever we want till midday” helaena smiles sweetly “ it is only early morning so we have plenty of time “ I squeeze their hands gently a gentle smile on my face helaena looks at aegon recognise the smug look on his face full of want as he stares at me 

“ should I stay here or should I leave you and y/n to privacy” she giggles as i look at her confused “ stay I wish both of us to please her” aegon smirks as he pulls me into him kissing me passionately “ I shall take your maidenhead” i look at him blushing violently nodding slowly helaena looks at him “ do be gentle with her brother I shall ease her in for you “and smiles playfully as she kisses down my neck leaving light purple marks as I let small moans escape me. 

As she trails kisses up my neck she swiftly unlaces my dress as it falls to the floor in a pool around my feet leaving me in my small clothes she walks me to the bed “ lay down”

She sounds as sweet as ever yet there is a sense of an order in her words so I do as I’m told and lay back in the bed she kisses down my chest taking one of my breasts into her mouth she sucks in my nipple swirling her tongue around it my head rolls back moaning more as she moves to the other giving it as much attention as the other. 

Her hand slowly moved down my body tucking into my underwear as she rolls her fingers through my folds feeling my wetness she gasps a smile on her face “ so wet~” she teases slightly I moan loudly as she presses a finger inside aegon watches eagerly Cooing at me “ shhh sweet girl we don’t want to get in trouble do we” he moves towards the bed sitting above my head as he leans down to kiss me. 

Helaena suddenly pulls my small clothes off leaving me fully exposed she smirks at me kissing down my torso till her head is in between my legs she keeps her fingers moving in and out of me at a faster pace now making needy breathless moans escape me she leans her face closer taking my clit into her mouth and starts sucking on It making me even louder than before as my legs wrap around her quivering slightly as she sucks and  circles her tongue around my swollen bud. 

I can hear aegon moaning as he watches helaena go down on me “ my good girls~” he moans watching her fingers disappear into me at a fast pace I look up at him my mouth ajar letting ungodly noise escape me as I pant desperately watching him fist his cock wanking himself at the same pace as helaenas fingers 

 I reach my hand up taking his cock in my hand I start to pump his cock “ aaa~ y/n” he moans watching my eyes flicker between both of them. my other hand is occupied on the back of helaenas head as I practically grind myself into her face and fingers moaning desperately as I tighten around her a large knots forming inside of me “ oh by the gods hels~ im gonna cum~” I moan out in between pants for air 

As she starts moving faster her fingers pounding against the sensitive part inside me i move my hand faster wanking aegon at the same pace he watches as my eyes roll back into my head my moans become more high pitched as the knot snaps and I release over Helaenas fingers and tongue my body trembling and I keep moaning as she laps up my juices. 

Aegon moves out of my hand as helaena gets up her face slick from my release aegon kisses her passionately tasting me on her tongue moaning dramatically into the kiss his solid cock twitching in anticipation. 

As he pulls away from helaena he moves to the end of the bed pulling me towards where he stands as helaena moves to where he sat prior. I watch as he rubs his cock against my folds coating it with my wetness “ this may be painful at first but i promise it’ll get better “ he looks at me as he rubs the tip of his weeping cock over my sensitive clit making me moan. As he moves to my entrance and slowly pushes in I whine slightly as he stretches me out I grab helaenas hand in support as she whispers praise into my ear “ you’re doing so well sweet thing just a little bit more that’s it good girl ~” as soon as aegon is fully inside of me I feel full the stinging from being stretched slowly disappearing as he waits for me to adjust to his size. 

As he feels me shift slightly he knows I’m ready and slowly starts to thrust his cock each time hitting the sensitive spot inside causing small moans to escape me as he moves his pubic bone causes friction on my clit “ aaaaa~ aegon please more~” I beg my voice needy and desperate as I moan. 

He slowly starts to build up a speedier rougher pace practically pounding into me animalistic noises come from aegon as he growls and moans into my ear keeping up his pace. 

I feel the same feeling from before the knot tying In my belly as he pounds deeper into me raising my hips to get a better angle he watches my face contorting in pleasure “ AEGON OH THANK THE GODS YOU FEEL SO GOOD ~” I scream out my walls tightening like a vice around him “ you gonna cum for me sweetling” he groans in my ear taking its lobe between his teeth biting it “ yeh I’m gonna cum~” I whine desperately as his hips start to stutter “ me too baby me too~ “ he groans pushing further into me as he feels my walls start to pulse around him “ that’s it darling cum for me~” he moans then moving his head to the crook of my neck biting down till his teeth draw blood as both of our orgasms clash together like tidal waves his seed spilling into me as I squirt onto his cock panting for air as aegon continues to thrust his seed deeper into me. 

When he finishes he pulls out a smile on his face as he watches his cum ooze out of me he moves his head in between my legs and licking up the waisted cum a mixture of flavours of me and him on his tongue as he leans up and kisses me pushing his tongue into my mouth letting me taste his passion and love. 

We all lay side by side on the bed I’m in the middle between both helaena and aegon my head resting on the pillow behind me as I rest my eyes a while feeling both of thier hands drawing patterns along my skin. 

Aegon looks down at me a smile plastered on his face “ I am so lucky to have two beautiful women “ he looks up at helaena “ I love you both” she says her voice quiet and dreamy I hum in agreement being too fucked out and exhausted to manage a sentence or a word. 

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A few hours pass and we are all getting ready for the trial. Helaena insists I wear one of her dresses one that would cover my neck and shoulders that are covered in hickeys and bite marks she helps me into the light mint green dress that has had a collar that gose upwards covering the back and side of my neck it also has sleeves that meet mid arm she laces it up at the back making it fit snug“ thank you hels” I look up at her kissing her gently it makes her smile “ it suits you “ Aegon speaks up he’s wearing his usual dark green close to black attire with gold embellishments in complete contrast to the light greens me and helaena wear. He walks over to us wrapping his arms around our waists “ beautiful” he smiles looking at our reflection in the mirror “I do wish you could show of your marks with pride “ he looks at me flipping the collar down to observe his and helaenas work “ aegon she can show them off later not now it’s most inappropriate “ helaena giggles at me as she flips the collar back up slapping his hand away. 

We make our way to the throne room helaena holding my hand gently as Aegon walks ahead my legs are still slightly wobbly but I try my best to keep my composure as we walk in through the large wooden doors of the throne room. 

We walk and stand by alicent and Aemond I stand behind helaena and next to Aemond he looks me up and down slightly a small smirk on his face “ you look rough it seems they have ripped you apart” he grumbles down to me making a blush rise to my cheek and a small smile crawl onto my lips as I look up at him “ you have no idea” my voice low to limit any one else hearing. 

We stand there for while waiting to be joined by the others I reach forward taking aegons hand as his nephews and sister finally walk into the throne room they are the last to join I give it a gentle squeeze as jaecerys’ eyes are straight on me as they walk in. 

Aegon turns to me slightly “ don’t look at him eyes on us “ he orders slightly his voice low as I nod making sure I focus on both him and helaena. 

As the trial continues I’m so focused on my lovers that I do not hear the drama commencing infront of me until I hear vaemond shouting and my attention is pulled away from aegon and Helaena “ HER CHILDREN ARE BASTARDS and she is a whore” my eyes go wide at the sudden loud noise ripping through the throne room echoing through the halls I look up at the king who is sat on the throne frail and unwell “ i shall have your tongue for that” he glared down at vaemond then out of no where there’s a swift slash of a sword and vaemonds head falls off his shoulders and collapses onto the floor a puddle of blood leaking from him I stumble back slightly in complete horror bumping into Aemonds side, everyone is In shock Helaena ears covered and aegon staring alicent turns to check over her children she even looks over at me giving me a nod of assurance. 

Suddenly the king starts groaning in pain falling back onto the throne as alicent rushes to his side “ call the maesters” her voice is panicked as she holds him in her arms begging him to take something for the pain as he is helped down the steps from the throne and out of the room. 

I look around the room watching everyone as people start to leave except us and rhaenyras family. Aegon leans in to helaena “ are you ok” he murmurs to her just receiving a nod in response then turning to me still seeing the look of shock on my face and how I’m practically leaning on Aemond to keep myself up right. “ I’m ok” I murmur quietly not sounding 100% truthful. He walks to me and runs his hand over my back  gently calming my anxiety then he pulls me into his chest letting me rest my head on him and making me feel safe. 

Soon enough we are walking back to our chambers all bundled together Aemond following behind “ well I think they went well don’t you” he looks at Aegon holding off his laughter “ for them atleast” he groans rolling his eyes. 

As we enter Aegon and helaenas  room we are taken aback by jacerys who is sat in there at the table drinking from aegons wine from his cup I clutch onto the closest arm to me which seems to be Aemonds but he doesn’t seem to mind “ uncles, aunt “ he acknowledges with a small nod a smile playing on his lips “ and who is that I haven’t seen her before “ he looks past them looking at me his eyes boring into me “ do not look at her she’s not yours to look at” Aegon snaps his tongue lighting fires with his anger  “ I do not see a ring on her finger and her hair is down and flowing meaning she is unmarried” he stands up glaring daggers back at Aegon. 

Aegon storms to where Jace is sat he looks down on him his anger dripping off him “ do I have to repeat myself “ he glares eyes burning into him like a fire he emphasises his words “ she is not yours to look at” it make jacaerys laugh a bitter laugh that holds not a lot of kindness “ I can look at who ever I want uncle” his eyes breaking contact with him to look at me he sees me clinging to Aemonds arm. He pushes past Aegon and helaena and stops infront of me “ I do hope you’ll join us at dinner “ he smirks and walks out smuggly.

As soon as he’s gone I loosen my grip on Aemonds arm they all turn to look at me aegon looks enraged at Jace’s actions he rushes to me quickly unlaces my dress “ tonight at dinner you show off every mark we gave you and I mean every mark “ he growls pulling the dress off me I cover my nakedness with my arms trying to keep some modesty in front of Aemond he just walks to the table and sits down where Jace was previously sat. 

“ Aegon I do not like being naked infront of prying eyes “ I look at him speaking through my teeth “ only one eye y/n and he doesn’t care” Aegon laughs wrapping his arm around my shoulder “ helaena choose out your most revealing dress for her to wear to dinner to night I want to shove it in that little cunts face who she belongs to” he smirks “ oh and make it green to show her loyalties” he adds watching helaena look through her wardrobe. 

I stand there shivering slightly my skin starting to pebble at the cold air as I move closer to aegon for his warmth he scoops me up in his arms and walks me to the bed sitting me on his lap as he perches on the edge he buries his head  into the crook of my neck working on creating more marks 

“ your mother will kill me for this Aegon you know this” I look at him “ she will not care you are more like her child than us she cares for you too much to kill you the most she’ll do is stare daggers “ he mumbles into my neck. 

I look up at helaena who pulls out a sea foam green dress that has a low neck line that would accentuate the breast short sleeves that rest on the lower shoulder a tight fitting corset and a skirt that flows to the floor “ how about this “ she calls out her eyes lightening up with lust and want at the thought of me in it it “ I can not imagine her in it try it on sweetness” Aegon smirks standing me back on my feet slapping my bare ass playfully making a small yelp escape my lips before pushing me slightly towards helaena. 

She quickly helps me into the dress tightening the laces so tightly to the point my head spins slightly I look In the mirror at my reflection a small gasp escapes me as I stare at myself my breasts slightly overflowing out the top of the dress how the my waist is so tightly hitched in and how my hips roll outwards beautifully “ I look like a lady” I mumbled quietly under my breath it makes aegon smile “ because you are my love” 

he walks over hooking his arm around my waist “ you are a thing of true beauty you should show it off “ he runs his fingers across my cheek and down my neck “ this shows everything off perfectly hels” he smiles at her “ you have great taste” it makes her giggle and kiss his cheek as she looks over me “ this is better than I imagined” she smirks biting her lip slightly “ I shall wear something similar so you do not feel alone do not worry “ she smiles pulling out a similar style dress that is a darker shade of green with a gold coin belt that wraps around the waist she quickly changed and stands next to me a beaming smile on her face “ what a pretty portrait we would make” she giggles sweetly as i rest my head on her shoulder “ i think you and aegon are missing something “ they look at me puzzled until i lift my lips to helaenas neck and suck a dark hickey onto her neck then do the same to aegon listening to them both whine and growl as i do so “ now everyone will know who I belong to”

 i smile sweetly before sitting next to Aemond “ do not feel left out Aemond “ I take his hand in mine giggling as he swiftly pulls it away and moves his hand up to the strap of his eye patch fiddling with it uncomfortably “i am perfectly fine being left out of this thank you” he grumbles but I see the slight smirk twitch on to his lips. 

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The evening rolls around quickly and we’re all making our way to the dining hall helaena and aegon each holding one of my hands smiles full of pride as they look over every mark on display across my neck and shoulders. 

As the guards open the doors and we all enter alicent looks over me in horror then looks at both helaena and Aegon shaking her head before placing her head in her hands they all sit down and I’m left standing between them both Aegon looks at me “ sit darling no one is stopping you” he looks at me “ there’s no seat for me my prince” he pulls his chair out and pats his knee “ sit here for now or you can sit on the floor if you think it’s better “ I look at him and sit onto the floor kneeling looking up at both Aegon and helaena like a dog begging for food he looks down at me chuckling “ you’re so beautiful at this angle” he says running his hand through my hair before pushing my head to rest against his leg which I happily do.

Jace looks over aegon’s lap to look at me his eyes scanning every mark that is present on mr he leans back on his chair rolling his eyes “ seems she may just be a common whore then “ he looks at aegon a smug look on his face alicent glares across the table at him “ watch your tongue Jacerys I raised that girl “ he instantly bites his tongue going quiet “ that’s what I thought “ alicent says looking at aegon and helaena who both have smug looks of pride on their faces.

As the king is brought in everyone stands until he’s placed down on the floor i go back to my previous place resting my head on aegon’s lap as he runs his fingers through my hair gently as to not draw to much attention to him. As the diner goes on Jace keeps looking over at me watching every little movement I make helaena passed me a cup of wine off the table I sit up sipping on it before placing it on the floor next to me and resting my head back in its original place aegon looks at me and then at Jace “ why do you stare at her “ he looks at him his voice low “ she acts as if you own her as if she is a dog” jace scoffs “ she is no dog “ he glares at him “ she’s simply a woman who wants my love and attention so I give it to her in return of her love and loyalty” he glares at him as he rises to his feet moving to get the jug of wine to refill his cup I whine slightly at the loss of contact as I go to move to helaenas lap Jace walks over to her and offers a dance under the watchful eye of her father she can not refuse and cause a drama so she gets up and dances with Jace 

I sit there on the floor cross legged now just waiting for either of them to return back to their chair I watch as helaena dances so beautifully and freely I can’t help but smile as I gulp down my drink. Aegon sits back down and I rest my head back on his lap he runs his hand through my hair he leans down to me “ this is starting to bore me” he whispers I giggles looking up at up at him “ are you jealous that hels to dance and you don’t” he looks at me laughing “ perhaps “ I rest my head on him giggling as I take a swig of the cup wine he had just refilled 

“ do you want to go dance” he looks at me raising his eye brow “ only if you dance with me” he holds out his hand to me help my up I take it as we both stand joining helaena and Jace dancing Aegon is doing his best to out do jacerys spinning me around I look at helaena both of us smiling from ear to ear we swap partners and Aegon and helaena dance together happily I stay a slight distance from Jace dancing as best as I can. 

Suddenly Aemond bangs on the table standing up the music stops we all turn to look at him “ a final tribute” a sadistic smile spreading across his face “ to my nephews Jace Luce and Joffrey all handsome brave strong” a small laugh escapes aegon “ I dear you to say that again “ he glares at Aemond stepping forward “ why do you not think your self as strong “ have plants a punch to Aemond jaw as Aemond turns back infazed he knocks him to the floor holding him down with his foot as Luce gets up to attack Aegon steps in grabbing him and planting him into the table both me and helaena stand at the side in shock holding each others hands as we watch the fight progress I become slightly amused watching it go down until alicent with the help of the guards separate the fight.

“ go to your bed chambers all of you” rhaenyra bosses looking over her sons then turning to Aemond and Aegon alicent gives a small nod “ go” she mumbles quietly they both leave Aemond barging into the side of daemon as he leaves. I look at helaena as she pulls on my hand and we follow after the boys. 

Aegon and Aemond are sat out chambers as we walk in I sneak up behind Aegon wrapping my arms around his shoulders “ that was entertaining “ i giggle resting my head next to his “ I’m glad you enjoyed it “ he smirks looking at me pulling me round to sit on his lap making me squeal slightly helaena walks over sitting next to Aemond “ tonight was fun” she smiles looking at Aemond and Aegon “ I enjoyed the dancing” she looks off in a dais it makes me giggle even more “ I think you y/n have had to much wine” Aegon says peppering my cheeks with kisses “ no” I say smiling cheekily “ I can tell you’re all flushed and giggly” he smiles looking at Aemond “ just look at her you can tell can’t you brother” he looks at Aemond “ yeh I can you y/n are drunker than Aegon for once it feels like you’ve committed a crime” I laugh more leaning back on aegons lap till I’m basically hanging off him he holds me up with one of his arms positioned behind me back “I think after all that excitement we should rest” Aemond suggests standing up I look up at him “ noooo” I whine slightly “ I want us all to stay” I look up at him with big eyes “ please we could do a sleep over like what we did as we were children “ I say clapping my hands excitedly “ not tonight “ Aemond says in a stern tone “ maybe another night” he suggests I get up suddenly hugging him unexpectedly he stands there body stiff and uncomfortable as he pats my back a few times “ good night Aemond “ I look up at him “ love you” I slurr my words slightly as I yawn he smiles slightly “ night y/n I’ll see you in the morning “ he pats my head slightly as I let go “ aww isn’t that sweet brother she loves you “ aegon jests laughing uncontrollably “ I do I love all of you” I say stumbling my way to the bed falling down onto aegons pillow face first basically falling asleep straight away. “ good night brother “ helaena says smiling at Aemond as he leaves then both Aegon and her join me on the bed to sleep. 

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When the sun starts to rise I wake up with a raging hang over I whine loudly pulling the covers over my head “fucking hell” I cry aegon wraps his arms around me “ aww sweet girl did you drink to much last night “ he coos holding me close “ I feel sick” I whine he laughs at me “ this is why you shouldn’t drink you really can’t handle your alcohol “ I sit up my head pounding “ where’s hels” I look at him squinting slightly “ she’s with the twins “ i nod yawning looking around the room I grab the empty jug of the bed side table and throw up into it he holds my hair out my face and rubs my back “ I’m sorry “ I mumble before throwing up again “ shhh it’s ok sweetling get it all out” he holds me close making sure I’m ok.

The door suddenly opens and Aemond walks in I look up at him looking rough with a slight green tinge across my skin he stops in his tracks “ god she looks rough” he looks at aegon “ mother needs you father has died” I look up at aegon he looks shocked “ his last request was for you to be king” Aegon gets up and grabs the cup off the table swigging the wine left in it from the night before “ no I do not want to I’m not fit for duty mother has stated it herself “ aemond looks at him “ brother you must do what is required of you” i stand up walking over to aegon “ you can do this aegon” i look at him smiling sweetly “ you’ll have us by your side “ i look at him then at Aemond as he moves closer to Aegon putting his hand on his back “ come brother” Aegon nods “ y/n stay here sweetling rest till you feel better” he kisses the top of my head “ love you” I say smiling as I lay back in the bed “ the coronation is at noon y/n make sure you’re there and presentable” Aemond looks down at me a stern look on his face “ yes sir” I say giving him a playful salute giggling he rolls his eye and turns out the room with Aegon.

A few hours pass and I’m waken by helaena kissing my cheek “ morning my sleepy little dove” she smiles “ tis time to get ready for the coronation now” she coos running her hand over my head “ I can see your worries hels” I look up at her “ I do this will be a curse to our family it will cause nothing but pain” she sits up letting her thoughts be known “ we will find away to get through the pain and find a shining light past it” I look up at her “ Aegon will be a good king hels” she nods 

she sits still for a second “ are you feeling better” she looks at me wanting to change the subject I nod “ much better let us get ready now” I get up going to her wardrobe “ what shall we wear” I look at her a gentle smile on my face as she comes to join me looking through the dresses she picks us two matching silvery blue dresses with longs sleeves with a v neck and long sleeves it has a bronze belt along the waist as we both dress and I start to braid her hair neatly leaving my hair down and flowing “ are we ready “ I look at her sweetly she simply nods taking my hand in hers as we walk down the castle steps to get into the carriage that awaits us 

We sit next to each other on the journey to the dragon pit and when we get there we walk to the front to meet Aemond who’s already stood there “ is this presentable for you sir” I jest doing a little twirl “ much better “ he smirks chuckling to himself “come y/n stand between us and behave” helaena says a small smirk playing on her lips “ i always behave for my favourite people hels you know that” I giggle standing between her and Aemond “ shush people are arriving” he looks at us before returning to his powerful stance as the small folk start making their way into the pit. 

Finally as the hall is finally full with a line of guards down the centre of the isle we hear a trumpet announcing aegons arrival outside as the doors open and he slowly starts to walk down the centre the guard raising thier swords as he passes we all watch him as he slowly makes his way to the front alicent steps towards him placing a kiss on the crown of his head and ushers him forward and Otto gives him a nod instructing him to kneel which he obliged with slowing going down to his knees he looks over at me and Helaena I give him a small smile as he goes back to looking forward 

Surly the man of the gods starts talking as he dose do he draws lines on his forehead with holy water “may the warrior give him courage may the smith led strength to his sword and shield may the father defend him in his need may the crone lift her shining lamp and light his way to wisdom” then the crown is placed in sir Criston’s hands “ the crown of the conqueror passed through generations” as the crown is lowered into aegons head I watch with wide eyes “Aegon Targaryen second of his name is the true heir to the iron throne” as aegon rises to his feet turning to face the small folk “ long live his grace king aegon Targaryen “ Criston declares receiving cheers from the small folk which brings a smile of pride to my face as he raises his sword to the sky out of victory and triumph.

 My attention is taken away from him for a second as I watch the floor suddenly start to tremble then explode up into a cloud of dust and rubble as a monstrous beast climbs out of the pit bellow the screams of the small folk echoing through the hall. Aemond grabs the hilt of his sword protectively pushing me and helaena back behind him as the dragon comes crawling towards us growling as it crushes people bellow its feet alicent steps infront of aegon as rhaenys sits atop of meleys looking down at us a angered expression on her face as meleys opens her mouth rawing loudly we prepare for her to breath fire but she turns and flies off quickly. 

I stare at the dragon as it leaves shaking I drop down to the floor holding my head in my hands Aemond turns to me blocking me from people’s view “ it’s ok y/n stand up” I shake my head breathing heavily trying to calm myself he kneels down to my level “ it’s ok we’re all safe” he looks at me helaena hugs me “ come sweetling let’s go back to the keep where we are safe then we must celebrate aegons new title” i try to stand back up my legs shaking slightly as I hold her hand gently “ ok” I look at aegon helaena whispers in my ear “ do you want to go to him” I nod “ go” she lets go of my hand smiling as I run to him hugging him he hugs me back holding me close to his chest running his hand over my hair that runs down my back “ shhhh we are safe”  he coos quietly in my ear alicent turns to us “ we’re going back to the keep it is safer there” she states looking over all of us before we all quickly leave to the carriages to travel back to the keep. 

When in the carriage I cuddle up to both helaena and aegon feeling safe with them both close to me “ do not get in that situation ever again” I look at the them “ I do not want to be scared of loosing you ever” he kisses me “ you will never loose us sweetling” he looks at me smiling down at me “ I love you both” I look at them and they both smile “ we love you too” they say together holding me closer.

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When we get back to the keep a celebration is being prepared in the hall with food drinks and music I look at aegon who smiles down at me “ only fruit juice for you “ he teases I giggles “ of course my king if you insist “ i playfully nudge him he bends down to my eye growling “ i like those words coming out of your mouth “ i grab the collar of his clothing and kiss him passionately biting his bottom lip roughly “ anything for my king” i say through heavy breaths at the words he moans chuckling to himself “ gods you drive me mad” helaena looks over the scene infront of her a small smirk on her face “ you two can’t keep your hands off each other sometimes “ she giggles aegon let’s go if me strutting over to helaena spinning her around and dipping her in his arms “ is my queen jealous” he coos against her lips. 

“ you have time to fuck around later “ I turn around seeing Aemond stood there with a serious expression “ right now you must prepare yourself for the celebrations to come” he says a small smile on his face “ y/n you will be seated next to helaena who is in the centre of the table next to aegon “ he points to the two big gold chairs “ then in next to you mother next to Aegon me and so on” I nod “ you seem to know everything” I giggle “ your so clever” he smiles at me “ like I’ve said before to you flattery gets you no where with me” he pats my cheek gently before walking into the hall “ I’d get to your seats before it starts to get busy” we all nod rushing to our assigned seats.

As the celebration goes on I stay sat watching people dance drink and chat aegon drowns himself in wine as I rise from my seat and go to his side I feel alicents eyes burning into my back “ you shouldn’t drink anymore my king you’re past your limit “ I look at him with sweetness as he pulls me into his lap “ hush now let me have my fun” he chuckles holding me close “ you will regret it in the morning” helaena says picking at a small lemon cake in front of her “ let us focus on the present “ he slurs slightly taking a swig from his cup. 

As the night comes to an end and many guests have left I’m still sat on aegon’s lap half asleep as I rest my head in the crook of his neck “ it is getting late aegon we should all go to bed” helaena rests her hand on his he looks at her a drunken smile plastered across his face as he rubs his other hand over my back “ wake up sweetling” he coos as I slowly open my eyes “ we’re going to our chambers now” I slowly move off his lap to stand up he holds me and helaena by the waist as he rises from his seat “ let us go to bed” he smiles as we begin to walk up to the bed chambers through the dimly lit corridors. 

As we get into the chamber aegon starts to undo the laces on my dress instantly “ you both looked so beautiful tonight like two holy angels sent by the gods to stand by my side” he says a beaming smile on his face as my dress falls to the floor around my feet leaving me in my small clothes then doing the same to helaena he stands back getting a good look at us both “ even more beautiful now” he says biting his bottom lip. 

I look at him smiling walking closer to him dropping to my knees infront of him untying his laces to his briefs as I look up at him with pure lust in my eyes “ she woke up In a good mood “ helaena giggles looking at me as I take the tip of aegon cock into my mouth rolling my tongue around it “ anything to pleasure my king” I smile before taking his length fully into my mouth sucking more running my tongue down his shaft as I listen to his moans I feel him grip the back of my head wrapping my hair around his fist controlling the pace that I bib my head up and down slowly taking more of him into my throat I lift my hand up cupping his balls gently looking up at him gagging slightly as my eyes well up with tear his moans and gasps giving me goosebumps as he lets out a low growl thrusting into mouth more as I gag more the vibrations from the guttural noises escaping me causing his cock to pulse and twitch in my throat as he slowly looses control “ you’re so beautiful “ he moans looking at me with pure pleasure spread across his face as he cums down my throat making me choke slightly as I swallow every drop he pulls me up panting to catch his breath as he pulls me into a sloppy kiss “ I love you” I bite his bottom lip playfully as he plants his lips back agaist

“ gods she’s a horny little thing right now” helaena says looking at me as I let go of aegon and turn to her I kiss her passionately letting my hands wander down her body I start kissing down her neck leaving dark marks her breath becoming heavy and small moans escaping her as I slip my hand into her small clothes starting to slide my fingers along her folds “ so wet~” I slip two fingers into her then using my thumb I rub her sensitive clit I move them at a fast pace moving them back and forth hitting the sensitive spots inside her as she moans loudly gripping onto my shoulder for support “ aaaaa~please ~” she gasps panting as I move my hand faster rubbing her pearl more I feel her legs begin to give way as she lets out a loud scream of pleasure releasing all over my fingers I pull them out and slowly lick her juices off my fingers as she watches me through her eyelashes panting to catch her breath. 

Aegon smirks watching as I suck on my fingers “ good girl~” he coos as he walks to me kissing my neck my cheeks and then my lips passionately as he picks me up moving me to the bed laying me back as he takes my small clothes off using his teeth he comes back up holding the waistband of my underwear in his mouth as he tosses it to the side a devilish smile on his lips. Helaena sits at the seat next to the bed watching everything touching by herself.

I wrap my arms around his neck kissing his more “ I need you~” I whine out needing he chuckles. “ I know” he coos lining himself up to my entrance as he pushes in I let out a gasp tightening my grip around his neck digging my nails in slightly “ you’re so tight~” he groans slowly pushing more of his length into me till It hits the hilt he starts to slowly move building up to a fast and rough pace “ mmmmm~” I cling onto him moaning desperately into his ear as he takes me as he wants “ does this feel good y/n” he teases slightly as I struggle to get out words nodding for a few seconds “ y~yes my king~” I moan taking heavy breaths between words he pounds into me letting his head fall to the crook of my neck sucking dark red marks as he fucks into me I let out a long loud gasp as I wrap my legs around him letting him thrust deeper “ good girl~” he growls animalisticly biting down on my neck as I let out a shriek of pleasure as I feel the knot in my belly slowly tighten 

“ FUCK~” I scream out gasping “ don’t stop please don’t stop~” I cry out as I see excitement rise into aegons eyes as he pushes into me harder and faster his breath comes out as rough as his pace as I tighten around him my moans coming out at a higher pitch “ that’s it good girl~ “ he moans as he thrusts into me slowly becoming a little sloppy as his release gets closer “ cum for me~” he looks at me panting as he thrusts desperately into me as a warmth rises into me and everything snaps I scream out breath heightened as my body quivers and shakes my legs slipping from around him he looks down at me watching my face twist with pleasure as he keeps moving fucking me through my high my walls clamping around him pulsing till he releases his seed deep into me growling loudly through gritted teeth as he collapses onto me both of us catching our breaths. I look up at helaena through my eyelashes a relaxed smile on my face as I see her release wash over her as our eyes connect her moans loud and passionate as she quivers from the strength of her high as her legs fall from the arms of the chair aegon rolls off me taking his space in the centre of the bed holding his arm out to helaena to take her space next to him as she joins us we both cuddle up to him comfortably as he kisses our heads “ love you” he grumbles quietly sleep washing over him “ love you too” we both say as we both stay close to him falling in to the urge of sleep. 

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Three moons have passed since aegons coronation and I have been going through the early stages of pregnancy a small bump showing through my dress as I walk through the corridors to the small council room where Aegon has called for me I knock on the door standing there patiently as they slowly open everyone’s eyes turn to me “ sorry to interrupt your meeting “ I look at them as I look up at Aegon who has a large smile on his face “ nonsense I requested your presence “ he calls out as I walk round to him he wraps his arm around me pulling me into his lap placing his hand on my swollen belly. “ you look beautiful “ he looks at me smiling “ thank you” I rest my head back on his shoulder 

Alicent looks at us sighing “ Aegon we are discussing some serious matters y/n is not a council member”she looks at him with a firm motherly look in her eye “ y/n is loyal and is my lover she can be here when I want her to be” he says glaring at her holding me closer to him he turns his attention back to me his voice becoming gentle again“ I wanted to inform you that Aemond is going away so won’t be present for your next lesson with him” I nod “ that is fine I hope he will be safe travelling” I smile sweetly “ I do wish you’d take a break from these lessons as you are carrying my child” he sighs a small glint of hope in his eyes “ Aemond is going easy on me my king he will continue to go easy till the child is born” I smile “ do not worry no harm will come to me” he kisses my cheek “ it better not” he smirks “ now go find hels” he helps me off his lap as I start to walk out the room the discussions start to go back to serious matters. 

I find my way to the nursery where helaena is sat embroidering one of aegons garments as the twins sit playing together behind her I walk to her sitting next to her “ how are you my love “ she looks at me a smile on her face “ exhausted but ok” I rest my head on her shoulder as she sets her sewing down and brushes my hair out my face “ you are doing so well” she praises resting her hand on my bump “ we’re very proud of you” she smiles as the twins run to us “ y/n come play” jaehaera giggles tugging on my hand “ calm yourself Jaehaera you must be gentle with y/n she’s in a delicate state” helaena says in a gentle but motherly tone “ yes mama” she smiles letting go of my hand as I move over to where there toys are sprawled across the floor “ let’s play then sweetlings” I smiling as they join me picking up the small wooden dragons and people as I play along with them. 

I sit playing with them for hours till I have jaehaerys laying resting his head on my lay sleeping and jeahaera cuddled up next to sleepily “ I think you should go down for a nap sweetling” I look at her smiling sweetly she nods with heavy eyes as she gets up going to her bed I pick jaehaerys up laying him in his bed tucking him in kissing his forehead then doing the same to Jaehaera I feel a hand hook around my hip I jump slightly turning around to see aegon smiling “ both you and hels are great mothers” he smiles holding me close “ say good night to the twins and then we can go for a walk” I look at him smiling as he bends down kissing the twins heads “ night sweetlings have good dreams” we turn and walk out together I look at sir Criston who’s stood outside the door “ listen into them sir Criston Jaehaera has told me the prince had been having nightmares” I look at him a hint of worry on my face “ I’ll keep them safe y/n it is part of my job to protect “ I nod before walking away with aegon.

We go out into the gardens walking around till we see helaena with some of the ladies from court sat together having tea and cakes “ I do not understand how you cope with that whore who steals your husbands attention my queen” one of the ladies says a bitter tone to her voice “ she is no whore and she doesn’t just steal my husbands attention but mine also so mind your tongue “ she snaps looking at the woman with anger in her eyes i smile slightly looking at helaena “ thank you hels but i do not need you to defend me” me and aegon sit next to her smiling “my lady do you think it is good to talk shit about the king and queens lover” I pause for a second “ no it is not good if you continue to talk bad about me I shall slit your throat with little to no consequence do you understand “ I look at the woman a stern and cruel as she nods slowly a tint of fear in her eyes “ good” I smile sweetly taking a cake off the table eating half of it I take the other half and bring it up to aegons mouth as he takes it in eating it a smirk on his face “ thank you my love” he says with a mouthful. Soon the ladies of court get up bowing thier heads “ thank you for having us” and rush off leaving us cuddled up together. 

We stay sat out side for hours as aegon drinks his wine I lay back looking up at the sky as the sun sets and storm clouds begin to form “ I think we should go inside” helaena says looking over at us “ a storm is said to happen tonight “ I look back up to the sky “ I hope Aemond has landed safely at storms end and won’t get caught up in the bad weather” Aegon looks at me smiling “ you are so loving to all of us” he chuckles “ I’m sure him and vhagar are safe” he pulls me close kissing my cheek “ let’s go eat then to bed you must rest being a mother is hard work “ he says kissing the tip of my nose “ if that is what would please you then I shall do it” I sigh getting back up as we go back into the keep away from the wind as the rain starts to fall. 

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A few days pass and the storm is still going on im sat by the window watching the night sky in my night gown as lightning strikes and I see the silhouette of vhagar in the sky “ Aegon hels dragon” I point up at it as they rush to me looking up at it “ come we’ll meet him at the door“ Aegon insists taking my hand in his as we rush through the corridors till we get to the front door I stand there close to Aegon shivering slightly in the cold he wraps his arms around me resting his hands on my bump holding me close to him as the doors burst open and a soaked Aemond walks through the door pacing back and forth “ he’s dead” he says his breathing fast and panicked as helaena grabs his hands pulling him from his frantic thoughts “ who’s dead” I say looking at him a look of worry on my face “ lucerys vhagar killed him and his dragon I did not want it to happen “ he says as tears glisten in his eyes “ calm down Aemond sit” helaena brings a chair to him “ tell us everything” Aegon insists looking at his younger brother.

We sit on the floor me on aegon’s lap as we listen to everything Aemond says as he pauses I see tears dripping down his face I get up and hug him “ I am so sorry Aemond” i whisper under my breath as I feel him wrap his arms around me In return I’m slightly shocked but keep holding him he goes back to explaining everything his words slightly muffled against my chest but they’re still heard. 

“ this will cause problems with the fake queen” Aegon says looking at Aemond who just nods “ I know and I did not mean to cause this “ he says sniffling like a small child “ I am sorry Aegon” he says looking at him “ it’s alright brother do not panic we have protectors we have allies and I’m just glad you’re safe “ he says a small smile on his face “ we’re all glad your safe” I add looking down at Aemond who is still holding me in his embrace “ no matter what happens we must all stick together” Aegon says looking over his siblings and then looking at me “ if war is to happen because of this then we must win” his face full of ambition and pride “ we are the blood of the dragon we will win against the bastard queen and come out victorious” 

aemond nods soon letting me go from his arms and rising from his seat “ I’m going to my chambers to get bathed and  changed” he walks out with out another word Aegon looks at us “ I shall call a council meeting in the morrow for now we must relax” he gets up walking back to our room as we follow behind him to get to our room I sit on the edge of the bed “ I hope he’s ok” I look at them concern on my face “ he’ll be fine” Aegon assures me “ get some sleep sweetling we can talk more in the morning “ helaena runs her hand over my back I lay down on the bed “ ok but wake me if he needs anything “ I say looking at them “ please “ they both nod as I pull the covers over my head curling up letting sleep swallow me. 

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I wake in the early morning to aegon and Aemond sat around the table talking to each other and helaena not present in the room I sit up slowly “ we did not wish to wake you my love so we left you to sleep” Aegon says looking over at me “ the babe seems to be growing by the day y/n motherhood suits you” Aemond says a small smile on his face “ thank you Aemond” I walk over to the table where they are sat “ the babe is lively today it seems” I say wincing at the moving bump as Aegon rests his hand on it gently “ they are a feisty little thing just like their mother” he coos looking up at me I sit on his knee sleepily resting my head on him “ go back to bed my love you are tired “ he looks at me sighing 

“ I can not sleep when the babe is restless and it’s always restless when you’re not near” I whine quietly he sighs looking at me “ me and Aemond will be leaving to the council meeting soon” I shake my head burying myself into the crook of his neck “ I never thought I’d see the day that the strongest woman I’ve ever met is so timid” Aemond smirking as he teases me chuckling to himself “Aemond do not tease her she is growing your nephew” he says looking at him sternly “ or niece” I interrupt “ or both even you never know” haelena says walking into the room she runs her hand over my head “ come back to bed sweetling I’ll lay with you” she says sweetly as she helps me up and we go back to the bed I lay in her arms as aegon and Aemond leave for the meeting.

A few minutes pass and we hear shouting from the meeting room I sit up “ who is shouting” I look at helaena worried as we listen in we hear alicent sobbing and Otto shouting at Aemond “ HOW DARE YOU YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO TAKE HIS LIFE YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOUVE CAUSED” he shouts I get up from the bed pushing through the doors to see the small council “ HE HAS PLENTY OF IDEAS WHAT HE HAS CAUSED SIR OTTO HIGHTOWER NOW PLEASE SHUT UP I AM TRYING TO REST AND CAN NOT FIND SLEEP WITH YOUR CUNTY WHINY VOICE ECHOING THROUGH THIS CASTLE ” 

I glare at him as he seems shocked at how I spoke to him I look down  at Aemond who has his head in his hands “ do not listen to him Aemond you are smart enough to understand that it was a mistake you know what it’ll cause and we are prepared for it” I rest my hand on his lowing them from his face “ now if no one else is going to stand up to this old man” I point at Otto “ then I shall stay here and do it myself” his shock turns to anger “ how dare you talk to me like that” he raises his hand as if to hit me but sir Criston steps in grabbing his wrist “ I’m under the order to protect the kings family and that includes y/n now if you proceeded to struck her you will loose a hand” he glares as a smile spreads across Aegons face as I take the seat at his side “ I am suddenly no longer tired” I sigh as he rests his hand on my thigh “ very well darling you shall stay here” he smiles more as Otto lowers his hand “ forgive me my king  I forgot my place “ he sighs staring daggers at me “ do not forget it again” Aegon snaps looking at Otto I sit through the rest of the boring meeting resting my head on the back of the chair. 

As the meeting ends I sit with Aegon as everyone leaves Aemond walks to us “ you did not need to protect me y/n I could have sort it myself “ I look up at him “ I’m sure you could have but I will not let some ancient git talk to you or anyone in the royal family like you’re nobody “ he smirks slightly resting his hand on mine“ thank you for being so protective “ he looks at me a look of pride on a face “ the blade you use in practice isn’t the sharpest weapon you possess “ he chuckles “ no my tongue is quite sharp too” I giggle as he stands back up “ I shall see you all later I’m going out” he walks to the door going to leave “ goodbye Aemond” I smile looking at him sweetly “ bye” he leaves through the door as I turn my attention back to aegon. 

“ you’re lucky you have Cole to defend you or you could have been hit” he looks at me “ you could have been in a vast amount of trouble “ I sigh rolling my eyes “ I do not care if I get into trouble aegon it would not be the first time “ he grabs my chin “ hush I will not let you be locked in the dungeon like a criminal “ I giggle at him “ you forget how I ended up in this position aegon “ he kisses me with force trying to stop me from reminding him “ I know and I will not let it happen again, you have changed since then” he runs his fingers through my hair “ I was a child aegon, I am now a woman carrying your babe I may not be your wife but I am still loyal to you if you told me to be quiet when shouting at sir Otto I would have but you didn’t so I didn’t “ I say looking at him directly in the eyes as he pulls me close “ just be more careful my love I do not want you or our child hurt” I nod resting my head on him.

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A few months pass and I’m sat in a rocking chair in the nursing with the twins as they go over what they’ve learned in their lessons talking back and forth in high valerian I listen in curiously not knowing what they’re saying but I’m fascinated with how well they’re doing it. 

Aemond walks in “Ao lanta issi doing sīr sȳrī rūsīr aōha lessons” (you two are doing so well with your lessons) he praises a smile on his face as they both look up at him “Yn ao gīmigon y/n doesn’t shifang eglie valerian don’t ao pendagon ziry’s unfair” (But you know y/n doesn’t understand high valerian don’t you think it’s unfair) he walks to me resting his hand on my shoulder “ we’re meant to be training y/n” he looks at me I shake my head taking a deep breath “ I have baby brain I’m so sorry I forgot “ I look up at him “ it’s ok i understand it’s hard work carrying a child” he rests his hand on the bump feeling as the babe kicks and moves 

“ they recognise you” I smile up at him “ I bet they’ll love you when they’re born “ he smiles “ I shall train them as I’ve done  for you” he strokes the bump gently. 

I get up out of the chair “ shall we go train then or we can do a small round here” I look at him taking the emerald engraved handled dagger that I have strapped to my thigh “ y/n I’m not gonna fight you when your in such a delicate state” he looks down at me I point the blade at him “ please “ I look up at him with wide puppy eyes he pulls his dagger out “ a small fight but we’re not gonna go mad” he looks at me “ yes sir” we start to fight playing around as the twins sit watching as we go round in circles our daggers hitting each other making clanging noises i trip Aemond up knocking him to the floor I point my blade to his throat “ I win” I giggle as the twins clap. 

I help him back up and we start again fighting for hours just for fun as he trips me up he catches me I with his other arm and points the blade at me to stop me from falling on the floor and getting hurt after we finish I sit back down on the rocking chair breathlessly “ thank you sir I had fun” I giggle looking at Aemond “ good now that’s enough for a while “ he sits next to me as he helps me strap my dagger back to my thigh before leaving. 

I lay my head back on the rocking chair as I close my eyes to rest for a while when I wake it is night and both the twins are in bed helaena is stood behind me stroking my hair “ hels” I look up at her smiling “ hey beautiful “ she coos “ you must have drifted off after your play time with Aemond” she giggles “ it was very entertaining and I’m glad he still went through with it” I smile looking at the bump smiling to myself as she cuddles me.

As we watch over the twins as they sleep we hear footsteps going down the hall and a light from a torch I look to the door as I see a rugged man open it looking in he glares in with a cruel sadistic grin as he walks in “ who are you “ I look at him grasping the knife I hide under my dress “ I am non of your fucking business “ he grabs helaena holding a blade to her neck as another man walks into the room “ who the fuck is she” he grunts “ the queen the kings wife” the man responds “ does that look like a son” he glares angrily “ no but look” he nods towards the twins as helaena sobs

 “ do not hurt them please “ she cries “ I have a necklace that’s of great value “ she takes it off passing it to one of the men I stand up “ please stop this” I look at them tears in my eyes as I put an innocent act on hiding the knife I have in my hand “ who the fuck is she” he snaps looking at me “ i don’t know the kings whore” he glares at me “ why dose it matter” the other man walks towards the twins and loos over them “ which one is a boy they look the same” he says looking at us “ the mother knows tell us or I’ll slit your throat “ he demands as helaena quivers in fear he lets go of helaena letting her point at jaehaerys 

I knock the blade out the man’s hand and plunge my dagger into his neck as the other takes his chance to stab jaehaerys “ NO” I scream out charging at the man knocking him down as he pulls out his blade from the small boy and slashes at me trying to defend himself i slit his wrists enough to get him to be too weak to attack but to bleed out slowly i have cuts too down my arms and legs and a small slashes on my cheek but other than that i remain unharmed i rush to jaehaerys holding his bleeding wound in his side as he cries in pain “ its ok little one you’re ok” i put pressure on the wound “ hels take jaehara to your mother and get the maester” I look at her as she picks the girl up rushing out I keep my hold on jaeharys his blood coating my hand tears dripping down my face “ no no no it’s ok stay with me jaehaerys” I hold him close as his tiny body grows weaker in my arms I sob violently keeping him close to my warmth and in my embrace.

the kings guard rush into the room taking in the gruesome sight as the maester pushes through the crowd and goes to jaehaerys tending to the deep gash in his side “ poor boy has lost a lot of blood “ he says as I stroke the small boys head “ he will live won’t he maester” tears stain my face “ for now but he will be weak” he says looking at my bloodied state “ we must pray for him” I nod eagerly wanting to do anything to make the boy better once jaeherys is stitched up the maester turns his attention to my cuts stitching them up and then taking a second to check on the babe who is lively at this moment “ the babe is still well and your cuts will heal but they may scar” I nod looking at him “ thank you maester” tears still dripping down my face as I watch the man who is still alive with slit wrists get dragged off by the kings guard “ Aegon will have fun killing him” my tone is cold watching the man “ he deserves no mercy after what he has tried to do” I say sitting back next to jaehaerys taking my place with my hands clasped together as I take myself to pray. 

A few minutes pass and Aegon pushes his way into the room staring at the scene “is he alive” he stutters out his hands shaking “ he is” I say my voice quiet “ but he is weak” Aegon collapses next to me running his hands over jaehaerys cheek “ my poor boy my baby boy “ he sobs holding him “ please get better sweetling sleep well” he kisses his forehead holding him close “ where is jaehara” he looks at me in panick “ with hels and your mother” I rest my head on him “ I’m so sorry I couldn’t stop him from hurting him” he pulls me into his arms “ it’s not your fault you did what you could” he coos against my head running his hands over the cuts on my body “ is the babe ok” he rests his hand on the bump “ they’re healthy” I reassure him looking up at him “ I left  one of the men who did this alive for you to take your revenge “ I look at him he kisses my head again “ it can wait” he sighs holding me close to his chest until we are forced to leave the room by the maester. 

We go to alicents chambers meeting heleana in there she’s sat in the floor cradling a sobbing jaehara “ is he ok” she sniffles looking up at us “ he is alive but needs rest” I assure her resting my hand on her shoulder she nods hugging me “ thank the gods you were there or he’d be dead and the men would have gotten away” she cries into me “ I’m so sorry you had to see it all hels” Aegon says kissing her forehead as he takes jaehara into his arms cuddling her alicent looks at me eyeing up the scars I’ve gained and the way I hold my bump running my hand over it “ you did so well y/n” she walks to me hugging me “ thank you for being the girl that walked through them doors all them years ago gods knows what a mess our family would be without you” she says holding me close “ I’m just doing my job” I say sitting down resting my feet we all end up staying in her room the rest of the night never really sleeping just talking and distracting from the constant fear that came from tonight’s events. 

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As the sun starts to rise I get up and go straight back to jaehaerys’ bed side as I get to the door I can hear him crying “ don’t cry sweet boy” I walk in crouching beside him “ y/n please don’t let me die” I scoop him into my arms “ I shall never let death get his grubby hands on you sweetling do not worry” he snuggles into me as I cuddle him “ you’re such a brave boy” I kiss his forehead gently “ my bad dream came true” he looks up at me “ I dreamt that we’d be attacked and I ended up dead” he says tears welling in his eyes “ hush now child it’s ok I’ve got you “ I bush my fingers through his silver hair “ you’re looking stronger already “ I smile as aegon pushes into the room. 

“ my boy” he smiles seeing jaehaerys awake “ papa” he says reaching out for him I pass him over into aegons arms as he cradles him he eyes up the bandages that cover his ribs that are soaked and needing changing “ y/n get the maesters or atleast some clean bandages” he looks at me and I nod walking past him kissing his cheek before I leave.

I go down to the maesters office knocking on the door as the doors open i call out “ maester jaeherys needs his bandages changed please come” I look at him with wide eyes as he stands collecting resources “ why do you care for the child so much you’re not his mother” he asks in a bitter tone “ I may not have birthed him but I have been there watching that child grow both in and out the womb he comes from the blood of my lovers and I will never let anything happen to such a kind creature” I look at him “ now are you gonna come help him or are you going to piss around for hours” he turns to me red face as he pushes past me and walks to the nursery with a bag full of resources. 

I follow after him getting to the nursery to see the maester undoing the boys bandage the stitched up wound is bruised and looks painful but it is healing “ you’ve healed well jaehaerys there’s no sign of infection “ I smile as the boy looks up at me as the maester cleans the wound making him wince baring teeth I hold his little hand gently “ you’re doing so well” I whisper quietly as the maester finishes up and start to bandage it “ there all clean” he says standing up “ if he continues at this rate the boy will be fine” I smile “ thank you maester” he turns away to leave but then turns “ oh i need to tell you I was instructed last night to treat a man in the dungeons who had slit wrists by lord strong he said something about keeping him alive longer” my face turns cold “ he should have just left him to die slowly that man is the one who caused all this” Aegon comes up behind me holding me he covers my mouth with his hand “ thank you maester you may leave “ he insists holding me close resting his head atop of mine “ don’t stress my love it’ll let us have our fun later” he places a kiss on my head as I lean back on him “ fine “ I grumble slightly I look back down at jaehaerys who is laying down on the bed comfortable I get up and get his favourite dragon toy and bring it to him “ you’re a dragon jaehaerys you’re powerful and strong remember that” i kiss his forehead placing the toy in his hand before I leave. 

I stand outside the door waiting for aegon I hear him talking to jaehaerys gently telling him how he’s doing so well and just needs to rest till he’s better before kissing his head and leaving him to rest I look at sir Criston who is stood with me looking into the room “ I thought it was your job to protect the kings family sir Criston “ I look at him tears present in my eyes “ where were you” i raise my voice slightly “ I was not on duty last night “ he says voice wavering slightly “ who was on duty” he looks down at me sadness in his eyes “ I do not know y/n but I will find out and they will be punished believe me” I nod bowing my head “ thank you sir Criston your loyalty will not be ignored believe me“ I go on my tiptoes kissing his cheek before Aegon walks out and takes my hand “ come y/n we have a rat to punish” I look at him smiling slightly “ will hels be joining us” he shakes his head “ she is not one for violence but she’ll understand why it was needed to happen” I rest my head on his shoulder as we walk off. 

We go down into the murky dungeons where  lord larys strong is stood by the steps he looks at me “ this is no place for a lady y/n especially one in such a delicate state” he says voice full of concern “ do not worry for me my lord I will be fine” I smile sweetly at him “ may we see the prisoner” Aegon says a cruel smile on his face “ if course your grace” he starts to walk towards one of the cells I look around remembering what it was like the first time I was in the keep I stare into the dark distance a small smile in my face Aegon rests his hand on my shoulder “‘are you alright my love” I look up at him “ im ok this place just holds some memories for me” he kisses my cheek holding me close “ what do you mean this place holds memories” larys raises  an eyebrow looking down at me it gives me goosebumps as I look at him Aegon steps in looking at larys “ that’s not important to you now let’s get to the point of this trip” larys leads us to the furthest dungeon as he opens the door we both step inside the man is sat on the floor chained to the floor. 

I look down at the man “ hello again” my voice cold making direct eye contact with the man as aegon steps behind me holding a mace “I was hired by daemon Targaryen he payed us half now half after the job was done” he blurts out quivering looking up at both me and Aegon I look back at Aegon “ who was the other man” he questions “ a rat catcher I don’t know his name but he’s gone now because of your lady friend “ he looks at be I give him a small smug smile “ what did you expect the man was holding a knife to my dear helaena I would not let anyone hurt her” I scoff looking down at the man as Aegon kisses my shoulder “ hush my love listen to what the cunt has to say” he whisper in my ear I can hear the anger in his voice as he listens to the gold cloak who’s cowering beneath us “ are you gonna hurt me” he speaks out his body trembling aegon crouches down in front of the man “ why wouldn’t we after what you’ve done” his voice is low and cold I look at Aegon with excitement as he rises back to his feet and swings the mace hitting him over and over again the man’s blood splattering over both of our clothes and the floor I watch wide eyed a smile etched onto my face as Aegon steps back I look up at him back at the man he’s not dead but is barely alive at this point “ he’s still breathing my love” Aegon runs his hand over the cuts on my cheek “your turn” he places the mace in my hands it’s very heavy and I struggle to lift it in one hand as I support my bump with the other but I lift it as much as I can before swinging it down hitting the man straight in the head then repeating it till the man is just a pile of bloodied bones and flesh on the floor no longer recognisable as a man. 

I drop the mace to the floor rushing to the bucket in the corner throwing up suddenly “ fuck” I mutter aegon rushes to me running his hand up and down my back “ you did so well” he praises holding my hair out my face as I throw up more larys looks at the remains of the man “ you don’t seem to have a very strong stomach for someone who enjoys such activities” he turns to me and aegon “ I am fine I can deal with blood it’s just the babe making my stomach churn at such sights I will be fine” I sigh as we walk out the dungeons both of us covered in blood as we return to the main castle. 

As we enter our chamber helaena is sat with jaehara on her lap as she reads to her she looks up at us a look of shock on her face as she sees the blood that is splattered against our clothes and skin “ run along jaehara go to your brother “ she says softly as she places her on the ground and stands up walking towards us “ what have you done “

She looks over us both a look of horror in her eyes “ we did what had to be done “ Aegon says kissing her cheek gently “ to protect our family” she nods “ I shall have the maids run you both a bath” 

she says walking past us to the maids “ hels” I look at her “ do not be angry the man was better of dead anyway “ I say holding her hand in mine “ I understand but why did you have to do it this could have harmed you or the babe essentially after last nights events” she says voice upset as she pulls her hand away from me placing it on the bump “ we are both strong my love” I smile at her as she moves her hand to my cheeks she places a gentle kiss on my lips before going to get the maids. 

“ she’s seems upset” i look up at aegon “ she is  just worried about you” he cuddles me gently kissing my neck “she’ll get over it soon trust me” he rests his hands on the bump as he unlaces my dress from the front letting it slip from my body he moves us to look into the large mirror “ you’re so beautiful like this all bloody with a swollen belly “ he kisses my neck “not long now till you’ll bring our beautiful babe into the world” I smile looking up at him I go on my tiptoes kissing his jaw playfully “ I love you “ I mumble against his skin taking in his scent as he holds me close “ I love you more”.

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Months pass and I’m laying alone in our chambers aegon and Aemond are away at war helaena is at the sept with alicent when I feel my water break i stay on the bed taking deep breaths “ no no no not now please sweet child wait until they’re home please “ I hold the bump as I feel an agonising amount of discomfort i force myself to get up and waddle to the door where two kings guard are positioned “ I’m sorry to interrupt you sir reyne sir estermont but I believe i may be in labour” I look up at them “ when will aegon be back “ I look up them tears watering in my eyes “ I’m sorry my lady but he won’t be back for a few days“ 

I have an extreme pain shooting through me and I grab onto the guards arm for support “ no no no please not now” I sob “ why does this have to happen when no one is here “ the guard helps me back to the bed as the other goes to get the maester “ please don’t leave me sir martyn reyne “ I hold onto his arm tightly refusing to let go “ I can not stay while you’re giving birth my lady it would be inappropriate “ I sob shaking my head “ please sir do not leave i can not do this alone “ he looks down at me he strokes my hair out of my face “ I will not stay as a kings guard but as a friend to aegon” i look up at him “ thank you sir you’ll be rewarded for your kindness “ I say through deep breaths as the maester and midwives rush in crowding around me I cling onto sir martyn reyne’s arm tightly as they all fuss over me saying words I don’t understand shouting back and forth at each other. 

Hours pass and the pain has just worsens and sir martyn reyne is still by my side as I am instructed to start pushing I lay back screaming as I push with my full strength “ your doing so well y/n” he says as I squeeze his hand as I push more sweat and tears dripping down my face as I push more suddenly the door opens and helaena pushes into the room “ thank you martyn reyne I shall take your place now I’m here” he nods and moves letting her take his place “ hels thank the gods” I sob as she holds my hand kissing my forehead “ I would never let you go through this alone my love” she holds me close as I push more screaming and whaling. 

Hours pass and I throw my head back crying uncontrollably feeling so weak “ I can’t do it I can’t” she runs her hand through my hair “ you can do this y/n you’re stronger than any of us “ she says softly as a midwife looks at helaena “ we can see the head your grace she needs to keep pushing” I shake my head my body trembling with weakness “ not much more my love please “ I lay my head back on her as take a deep breath pushing more through gritted teeth I let out a agonising scream when finally I hear a baby crying I look down seeing a baby in the maesters arms

 “ congratulations it’s a boy” he cuts the cord passing the babe into my arms I cradle her watching his tiny face twist as he cries i hold the babe close a few minutes pass as I feel a sudden pain shoot through me again and I scream out “ what’s happening is it the afterbirth ” helaena sits up looking at the midwife “ no your grace it appears lady y/n is having twins” I look in shock “ what no I can’t do it again” helaena wipes my tears “ you can do it my love “ she holds my hand as I go back to pushing I feel extremely ripping pains bellow as I sob pushing getting more and more exhausted an hour passes and the babe is finally out tiny and frail as it screams in the maesters arms “ a girl “ he smiles placing her in helaenas arms “ I did warn you that twins seem to run in the family” she looks at me as I sink into the bed giving into exhaustion.

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When I wake the sun is rising in the distance the babes have been placed in a small cot next to the bed as I sit up looking into it I smile at the sight of their tiny faces so relaxed and calm I gently run my hands over their delicate pale skin cooing quietly “ my sweet little ones” I smile as the boy grabs my finger holding it tightly “ such a strong lad” I giggle helaena walks behind me she wraps her arms around me “ they’re beautiful just like you” she kisses my cheek “ they have their fathers hair” I smile looking at them as they sleep “ have you heared anything from aegon “ I look back at her worrying “ nothing but we sent word of the babes birth he may return soon” I rest my head on her closing my eyes “ I shall wait for him to return to name them “ “ are you sure my love “she asks gently peppering kisses along my jaw as I nod. 

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Days pass and I sit by the window watching the sky with my twins in my arms as I feed them from my own breast and spoil them as much as I can when I finally spot a dragon I stand up “ hels a dragon look a dragon” I get excited seeing a second following close behind “ they’re home hels home safe” tears swell in my eyes “ come on y/n let us meet them at the dragon pit” she walks to me resting her hand on my low back as if to lead me. 

as we walk in to the dragon pit the babes start fussing as the air turns cold and dark I bounce them gently up and down shushing them finally I see sunfyre lowing into the pit and aegon hops off “ we heared the news and turned back as soon as we could” he rushes to us his armour slightly burnt and damaged  but Aegon is completely unharmed “ thank the gods you’re ok” helaena wraps her arms around him as he hugs her back in his arms his eyes fall to the babes in my arms “ twins” he smiles “ I have not named them yet” I look at him sweetly as I walk closer to him 

As Aemond makes his way into the pit he hears helaena announce “ a girl and a boy” heleana sounds proud looking across at me “ she did so well in the birth “ she smiles as Aegon takes the small boy into his arms “ that is good it shows how strong of a woman you are” Aemond says looking at the babes in our arms “ they shall grow to be as strong and powerful as you and my brother but they’ll also hold the beauty you possess “ he smiles at me as I bow my head slightly .

There’s a brief moment of silence that’s broken by the whines of the babe in aegons arms “ have you got any names” he looks at me “ we were talking I think haesella for the girl” I look at him smiling “ lovely name for a beautiful Targaryen girl” he says looking at the girl who sleeps peacefully in my arms “ I wanted you to name the boy” I say sweetly looking at aegons face light up “ mealor” he says cuddling the little boy in his arms pride on his face “ this is a great day full of victory and successes we should celebrate “ he kisses my cheek as we walk back to the keep for a night full of celebrations. 

[baelarys]

𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐧

Aemond targaryen x Reader velaryon(rhaena Daughter)

Warning : Incest,I think that's all I can warn you.

word count : 1463(A little short but I plan to do part 2)

It felt as if something had stopped, as if something were happening, or we were waiting for it. King's Landing was not known for being peaceful; even if you were tucked away in the confines of a castle, you always perceived that environment of restless people looking for something to fill their stomachs with food.

I look expectantly out my window overlooking the city; how small it seemed from here. You could hear the roars of some dragons at the Dragonpit in the distance. Maybe I'll go flying with Cannibal later.

—It looks like it will be a quiet day, don’t you think? —I ask in a friendly manner. The maids pause for a moment, exchanging looks to see who will respond. It is not common for nobles to address them unless giving orders, and it seems they do not like to chat with us either. —I think so, princess —replied the one braiding my hair.

I leave my room heading to the library. —Good morning, sir —I greet Ser Cedric of Blackwood in a friendly manner. Ser Cedric has accompanied me since I arrived at King's Landing for my marriage to Prince Aemond, a tedious but apparently necessary union to prevent a family feud. —Good morning, princess —

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I close the book I'm reading as I look around. The library is one of the few places in the Red Keep where there are no servants everywhere or lords and ladies of the court. My senses fill with the smell of books and humidity emanating from the thousands of books with the history of Westeros and ancient Valyria.

I get up and dust off my dress from the books, heading to the entrance to the training yard. I have not seen Aemond since last night and what is left of this morning.

I step into the training yard, where the sound of swords clashing and men training resonates in the air. In the distance, I spot Aemond, the prince I married for political reasons. He looks focused, handling his sword with grace and strength. I approach with a steady step, trying not to interrupt his practice.

Aemond is no longer the shy, withdrawn boy he once was. He remains quiet, but will speak if necessary. We are not the most affectionate with each other, but we have been friends since childhood; we got along well, played together, and shared lessons, spending much time together until that night in White Harbor, where he lost his eye and claimed Vhagar. He became more confident and his interest in swords and political matters grew, unlike Aegon, whose interest in women and alcohol distracts him from his duties.

—wife —Aemond Greeting after finishing a training session and approaching me along with Ser Criston Cole, a Kingsguard, with his usual hateful look. —Princess —he said with a slight bow.

—To what do I owe your lovely presence here? —Aemond asked ironically, with that haughty look, something common in him.

—I haven't seen you since this morning, I wondered where you were —I replied calmly as we walked back inside the castle. —Do you want to have breakfast with me? It seems today will be a quiet day —I ask cheerfully. It is not common for us to do things together besides our marital duties, but sometimes his company is comforting.

The morning sun casts a golden light over the castle gardens as we enjoy our breakfast in a quiet corner. Aemond and I talk about memories from our childhood, carefully avoiding any mention of the incident at White Harbor that could sour our conversation.

At that moment, a nursemaid approaches with Maegor in her arms. His platinum, curly hair is a constant reminder of his Valyrian heritage. Aemond and I exchange smiles upon seeing our son, whose gray eyes shine with curiosity as he looks around.

—Come here, love! —I exclaim affectionately, extending my arms to receive him. The little one wriggles with excitement and stretches his arms toward me, eager to be in my embrace.

Aemond watches with pride and affection as Maegor settles in my arms. —He looks more and more like you —he comments with a smile, gently stroking our son's head. —And he has your eyes —I respond with a smile, admiring Maegor's curls as he plays with my necklace.

I walk towards Helaena's room with Maegor in my arms. The guards open the doors to the room, revealing the pattern of greens and golds characteristic of the Hightower family adorning the marble walls, illuminated by the sunlight streaming through the windows. And there she is, as calm and kind as always.

Helaena was beautiful, with the silver hair so distinctive of them and the beautiful sky-blue eyes.

I place Maegor on the floor next to the twins, gently caressing their heads. I slowly approach, with soft steps, watching Helaena as her hands moved gracefully over the embroidery. The sunlight made her silver hair shine even more, and her blue eyes reflected an inner peace that had always fascinated me.

—Aunt Helaena —I said in a low tone, almost whispering, not to startle her. She looked up from her work, blinking slowly before giving a warm, gentle smile.

—Y/N, what a pleasant surprise —she responded softly, her words flowing like a calm melody. Her fingers never stopped moving over the embroidery, creating the image of a spider with almost magical precision.

I sat next to her, admiring the skill of her hands and the calm she radiated. Helaena always seemed to be in a world of her own, a place where time passed at a different pace. —You are embroidering a spider today. Does it have any special meaning? —I asked, knowing that each of her creations carried a hidden message. Helaena nodded slowly, her gaze becoming distant, as if she were seeing beyond the walls of the room.

—Spiders weave their webs, Y/N. They catch what approaches carelessly. Sometimes, what seems insignificant can have a great impact —she said in a dreamy tone. Her response left me thoughtful. Helaena had a unique way of seeing the world, always finding connections and hidden meanings in the everyday.

—Is something troubling you, Lena? —I asked, trying to decipher the message behind her words. She looked at me intently, her blue eyes reflecting something deep and mysterious. —The future is always in motion. There are pieces moving on the board that we cannot see yet —she said, her voice like a whisper. I nodded, feeling the weight of her words. Helaena always had a gift for seeing beyond the obvious, and her predictions were both a warning and a comfort.

She directed her gaze to the children playing quietly on the floor, surrounded by nursemaids. —It is nice to have children in the castle, don't you think? It's fun —she said cheerfully.

Helaena placed her embroidery on her lap for a moment, her gaze calm but loaded with meaning. Her blue eyes met mine with complicity before she spoke. —I heard that your mother will be coming to King's Landing soon —Helaena said softly, as if sharing an exciting secret.

My eyes lit up with joy at the news. Rhaenyra, my mother, always unpredictable and full of energy, would undoubtedly bring her own dose of excitement to the castle.

—Really? How wonderful to hear! What brings her back? —I asked, excited at the prospect of reuniting with her again in the capital.

Helaena gently took my hand, transmitting a mix of calm and anticipation. —There have been rumors about the heir to the Driftmark throne. Ser Vaemond Velaryon is the one who started the whole matter —she explained, with a serene smile. I felt confused; Lucerys is supposed to be the heir to Driftmark, my grandfather, Ser Corlys Velaryon said so. Although it was naive to think such a problem wouldn't arise, Lucerys does not possess any characteristic features of the Velaryons; thick, dark, curly hair replaces the platinum hair of ancient Valyria.

—I understand, Lena. We will be ready to welcome her with open arms —I responded enthusiastically.

Helaena nodded, her gaze returning to the embroidery that lay on her lap, as the afternoon sun painted golden highlights in her silver hair. The atmosphere in the room became serene and welcoming again.

[hildergard]

BLOSSOM OF THE BLUE SOWING: TEASER ★ AEMOND TARGARYEN

SUMMARY | The peculiar behaviour of the dragon Grey Ghost leads the Greens to believe it is courting a potential rider. With Rhaenyra seeking to tame more dragons, the Prince Regent does not have a choice. Aemond Targaryen will win this war⏤even if it means sullying his legacy of Fire with the filthy blood of the Sea.

PAIRING | Aemond Targaryen x Pirate!Reader

NOTE | This is going to be a big one-shot. I can't know for certain when it will be published but I hope around August 15th. If you wish to be tagged when it comes out, please say so <333

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“We must craft a plan, Your Highness. Sunfyre has not been sighted since Rook's Rest and we cannot solely rely our forces on Vhagar. The dragons are the key to this war. Without them, we are lost. Rhaenyra’s seat may be Dragonstone, but she does not hold power over all beasts. Perhaps it would be wise to try and tame new dragons as well. We now need to look beyond Targaryens."

“Are you suggesting I give up my birthright to filthy blood, Ser Criston?" Aemond gritted. “The dragons are the last remains of Old Valyria. They will not be seduced by vile paupers who bow down at their feet, speaking nonsense in broken High Valyrian."

The tip of a cane rasped against the floor and put an end to conversations. A man, his back to Greydon, straightened up as all heads turned towards him. He hummed and finally deigned to look at the Prince Regent.

“Whispers say otherwise, Sir. The dragon Grey Ghost has been spotted off Driftmark. Nothing out of the ordinary so far, but fishermen in Blackwater Bay also report seeing a white creature flying through the clouds. This has never happened before. The dragon is growing restless and its behaviour is changing. Something is driving it to travel. We all know dragons are sedentary and only migrate for one reason. It would seem the dragon is courting a potential rider, Your Grace, a potential ally for the Greens.”

“The Bay, you say? Hmm... If Grey Ghost is prowling around, there is a good chance its rider lives in King's Landing. Dragons only accept Valyrian blood as riders. Do we have any idea who this person might be? The Gods know my uncle and brother have their share of bastards in Flea Bottom.”

The members of the Council exchanged glances and fidgeted. The man, the one with his back turned to him, cleared his throat.

“No, Your Highness, but the beast avoids the coastline and retreats into the waters. Clearly, the one it… covets is not in the capital, otherwise it would certainly be approaching the city.”

“Grey Ghost is notoriously shy and feeds on fish," Prince Aemond retorted. “It is a peculiar creature. We cannot rely on its movements alone.”

Greydon raised an eyebrow.

“But never mind," the Prince continued. “I rely on your sources, Larys, to find the dragonseed, whether it lives in Flea Bottom or Duskendale. You are right. Our ranks are in dire need of another dragon. If Vermithor and Silverwing are indeed tamed and the Blacks decide to send all their dragons on a single front... I'm afraid even Vhagar will not be enough.”

The Prince stood up and paced in front of the windows. Clearly, this plan was bothering him. Or perhaps it was the weakness of his ranks. There was nothing more fragile in this world than the ego of a nobleman, and nothing more dangerous than a threatened Targaryen.

He turned to the assembly.

“Send heralds and summon the remaining dragonseeds to the Keep.”

[jacevelaryonswife]

You got me losing control

You looked at him again, anxious, watching him approach cautiously until he shortened the distance between your bodies. “I want you tonight... if you want me...”

pairing: aemond targaryen x wife!reader

warnings: smut, p in v sex, english is not my first language. 3,240 words

aemond targaryen masterlist

Your marriage to Prince Aemond of House Targaryen was a blessing to your family. No matter how noble a birth or reputation was before Westeros, the union with a representative of royalty is the summit of relevance, respect and sophistication that a house can achieve — and that's exactly how you and your family came to be seen and treated in Kingslanding.

After the announcement of the engagement, certain rumors about the behavior and appearance of your betrothed stirred some concerns about your future and safety. Prince Aemond was a robust, polite, healthy young man and a prodigy in the art of swords; he was also a lover of books, history, philosophy and very reserved, especially after the incident. On the other hand, he was also described as easily irritable, intimidating, serious, silent, ruthless and deformed.

None of you were presented properly before the engagement, which made the following weeks strange, tense and reluctant, even if the effort to alleviate such a situation was mutual — shy and slow as well. You had not yet decided if he didn’t approve of your choice as his future lady wife or if that (contained, cordial and impatient) was just his way. Courtesy was not a problem until it became excessive as a barrier and you begged the Mother for unhappiness to cross your path. You were a lady more than suitable for a wedding, you considered yourself beautiful, polite and affable within your own limits, any Lord would be more than graced to have you by his side, according to your lady mother, and so you expected your new husband to find it.

Everything seemed to go well in the following weeks after the wedding. Even reserved and mysterious, Aemond was kind, attentive and worried about spending some moments of the day with you beyond duty, the construction of intimacy and trust was still slow, but quite satisfactory — in addition, your dresses and jewelry were more beautiful and extravagant than those of the other ladies. However, there was something that terrified you and your husband from the tip of your toes to the last hair: bedtime.

It was infinitely the strangest and most tense situation that your relationship with the prince experienced. You learned that even in moments where his were nervous and not knowing how to act he would still try to maintain the imposing and ruthless posture, but with easy-to-read nuances that revealed that he hadn’t idea what was happening. The consummation of the marriage was the worst physical pain ever felt in your life, although fast, it was extremely uncomfortable and unpleasant. The second night he bed you was even shorter, as a knock outside the shared room in the service of the queen hindered the hardness of his sword. Already the third time his own virility failed and served to create worrying thoughts about your lord husband's lack of interest in you. What if your appearance didn't please he? Or your inexperience? He was also inexperienced, it couldn't be that.

Everything got worse when your moon blood came and the realization of not being able to generate a fruit with his seed left you highly distressed. What if everything got worse after that? Rumors would certainly circulate about the prince's unfit wife and your fertility would be put in check. Such moods were enough to keep you disturbed, sad and ashamed by the previous and present days of your moon blood, until things suddenly changed when the week passed and the way your husband looked so tempting during the sparing session with Sir Criston Cole made an avid heat bloom all over your body. It wasn't even that warm in Kingslanding but he has never been more handsome and virile before, with his silver hair flying through the courtyard and his clothes leaving his delicious defined body even more manly.

What was going on with you?

You knew that the only thing in your mind was that you couldn't wait to have him alone later.

And that's what you did when you left dinner earlier and have a bold and daring bed linen along with loose hair for your husband. The cream-colored dress was made of the finest silk of lys and fell slightly through your body with long sleeves that didn’t close in your arms and left them exposed when moving. You were with your back to the bed and facing the door, anxiously waiting for the arrival of your prince.

You felt a restlessness composed of warmth and desire to go through your body and focus on your femininity in the eagerness for his touch, from the hands exploring your body, your breasts, for the intimate and carnal connection to be consummated. The reason for that was strange to you, since the other times you were together were nothing short of uncomfortable, but who were you to define the plans of fate?

Therefore, when the door opened and Aemond came across his beautiful wife in exquisite and suggestive clothes, his good eye widened more than usual. He closed the door and remained still, impeccable posture and half-open mouth. Your gaze faltered and faced the floor in the following moments, keeping the room silent for long seconds until the courage inflated your lungs and a request for low approach escaped from your lips.

"Can you come here, husband?" You looked at him again, anxious, watching him approach cautiously until he shortened the distance between your bodies. “I want you tonight... if you want me...”

An intense look and a stronger pull of air were the prince's physical response, remaining almost static in front of him. Would it be reluctance or surprise? You didn't want to be pessimistic.

In fact, for a moment Aemond forgot how to pronounce any kind of words and form sentences, totally surprised by your newly discovered boldness. It was a fact that the least developed pillar of your union was the moment of bed, but he thought that time and reading on the subject would enrich the occasion. But not that way, not with his little lady wife looking so tempting in her soft clothes.

The prince was oblivious to what he considered depravity. His only experience with a lady wasn’t planned and appreciated by him and the option to protect himself for his future lady wife was chosen. Unfortunately, the negative side of keeping inequity out of his life was to arrive at the moment of bed without knowing how to give pleasure to his lady correctly. He hated to see the discomfort stamped on your beautiful face every time he pushed his member on your walls, especially in the first copulation. But here he was and there you were willingly giving yourself.

Your steps were smooth and decided in his direction — although there was fear of being renegade — stopping when your hands landed on the chest covered by the black layers of his tunic. "If you don't want to, I'll understand," no, you wouldn't, you would freak out, but it was your duty as a lady and wife to comply with your husband.

Meanwhile, breathing seemed more difficult every second when he noticed the intensity in the way you watched him, a warm and lustful intensity that no other lady ever directed him. He was being cooked inside his own clothes in an almost maddening fire.

"I want this, lady wife," his voice was a few octaves more serious than usual, his good eye so attentive to your gaze that it seemed to pierce your soul.

Only that confirmation made nectar leak from your flower in anticipation. You didn't want to waste any more time, leaning against him, one hand remained on his chest while the other went up the uninjured side of his face, not wanting him to feel cornered.

“May I kiss you, husband?” You asked in a lascivious voice.

“Yes,” he whispered, wrapping an arm around your waist and holding the left side of your face.

The meeting between your lips was calm (inicially), firm and intimate. There was no previous shyness whenever a kiss happened, no, it was incisive, dominant and became increasingly ravishing and warm. There was urgency in the physical search for each other, making the kiss last longer than any other ever exchanged. It was everything you ever wanted it to be, as natural and ardent as a real dream. But it wasn't enough to satisfy your desire for him.

Moving away from your husband's silky and pink lips, you were quick to announce your next wish: "take off my dress, please, I want to do it the right way today."

The usual blue iris was nothing but a memory dominated by the darkness of his pupil. Aemond's large hands landed on your shoulders to slide both straps of the dress to the sides, removing the fabric accumulated at your waist to the floor, exposing your body in full vision to him.

You were burning, longing so eagerly to be touched that you didn’t want to wait for the prince's excessive chivalry and anticipated unbuttoning his tunic without noticing the approach of his hands on your breasts, making you sigh pleasantly in the massage received. It took a lot of effort to keep undressing your husband and not succumbing to his touch on your soft flesh, almost tearing off the piece and throwing it on the floor.

It was not appropriate for a lady to be desperate for such an activity, so even though you wanted to give the same fate to the pants that hid the modesty of your husband, you restrained yourself by analyzing and strumming his delicious abdomen and chest, touching his sculpted shoulders and long arms. His appearence was ridiculously ethereal and perfect.

“Take me Aemond, I need you,” you begged before capturing his lips again, moaning softly when he growled at your mouth and squeezed your ass with one hand and held the part of your head with another, feeling a growing hardness pressing against his stomach.

“I need to prepare you first, my lady,” he whispered hoarsely, now holding on both sides of your hips and looking away shamelessly to your femininity.

Maybe if it weren't for your rush you would have enjoyed a different pleasure that night, with your husband's lips pressed on their petals, but you still didn't know that. However, what he referred to earlier was already understandable to a lady like you.

"No need, I'm ready," you took his hand and guided him to feel your sticky folds, rubbing your juices gently on his thin fingers. After that you didn't spare time to get on the bed and wait for him, who was very quick to discard his shoes and pants to reach you with ferocity. Gods, what was your misdemeaning behavior doing to him?

The prince breathed heavily as he reached your body only to be rotated on the bed so that you would assume him as a mount. “I would like to try otherwise,” you said it with even heavier eyes, putting your hands on his chest to settle above his groin, his virile and thick masculinity rubbing against your mound, making both moan and hands fly at your waist when you rubbed your folds on him.

You have never seemed more tempting than now, with your beautiful body to total contemplation and disposition and so needed by the union of a man and a woman. It was said by Grand Maester Orwyle that ladies usually behave differently after moon blood and can become demanding about their husbands. Aemond properly interpreted the connotation used by the older man, but did not imagine that it would be such a drastic and needy requirement.

And then, deciding to end your suffering, you sat on the bulbous and reddish tip of your prince's sword, ignoring the initial pain and closing your eyes as you felt him stretch your walls so well in an overwhelming and indescribable feeling. "Oh, Aemond!" A breathless moan escaped when it reached his groin after long seconds. The extraordinary pain recurrent at other times was nothing more than an old ghost when you slid easily on its axis, moving up and down in an experimental and tasty constancy.

Aemond tried to keep his usual stoic feature but it was absolutely difficult when your velvety walls made him feel so good. With his mouth ajar and a heavy look, Aemond squeezed his waist in his clamor for him, taking a deep breath with the sloppy and needy rhythm that you established next.

You didn't know if you were doing it the right way, but you really appreciated the feeling of his thick and soft sword brushing against delicious places in your soft flower. It was good enough to make you moan continuously and scratch the milky skin on his chest.

Hoarse and strangled sounds were released by him during the shock of your hips, closing the good eye to focus on not ending early. He was still stunned by the walk of things since his arrival at the shared cameras — positively stunned. He never imagined that fornication could be so delicious for both of you.

Your eyes opened when your body signaled fatigue from the exercise in question, causing you to reduce your jumps and lean against his abs, almost lying on Aemond when purring so that he would take a position above you. You are not sure if it was the fluidity of the movement or the pressure on your thighs that persuaded your senses to the speed with which he took control and stayed on top, face closer to yours than before, almost making your lips brush. Before he could think about moving away, your arms wrapped around his neck and maintained the proximity between your faces. You wanted to kiss him, or rather, you wanted him to kiss you passionately.

“Kiss me, my dragon.”

The restraint that imprisoned Aemond's wild nature broke with the nickname he received and made him capture your lips in a dominant and fierce kiss, the kiss you've wanted so much since you woke up that day. His hips began to move against yours in a much more fluid way than the other times, fucking you with deliciously intense impulses, without roughness or softness.

He started another wet and sloppy kiss, sucking your lips before sinking his face into your neck and growling against his skin, then planting kisses. “Are you enjoying it, my lady?”

“Y-yes, my prince, yes, go faster!” You moaned and supported your legs on his waist, letting out an almost small scream when the speed of your impulses increased, numbing your senses. The nervousness of bringing pleasure to his wife was dissipated when all he could feel was the constant friction and the way you squeezed him so well.

Flying in wet and pleasurable clouds, you gently held the back of his neck and sneaked to smell his soft and well-groomed silver hair, purring with the addictive and extremely refreshing musk. His heart warmed timidly with your intimate gesture, caving your beautiful face with one hand and touching his foreheads to make love to you in such a unique and vehement way that it made your toes curl and a feeling bloom inside, developing with each push of his hips.

"Beautiful," he uttered contemplating his face kneaded with pleasure, "you're fucking beautiful, my lady wife."

“Really?” You knew it was, but you wanted him to affirm it from his own belief.

“Yes, a lot,” He was fucking lucky to have you. He should say that.

The tingling inside increased with his confession, building something you hadn't felt yet. Was it your dreamed apex germinating? The feeling that your friends elected as the best of all Westeros? He captured your mouth again in a firm but sloppy kiss at the same time, swallowing your lascivious moans and whining intensifies with each roll of hips.

His pleasure also became difficult to ignore, although he was proud that the act was being more profitable and lasting than the other times. Profitable? No, I was delusional.

The connection between you became steamy every second, causing your future supplication: "continue husband, please don't stop."

There was a certain affected region that made your fingers squirm and gasps of pleasure fill your chambers (and maybe even out of them). The recurrence with which Aemond brushed against that point amplified your pleasure and anticipated the hot euphoria that took over your body, making your sight clear and legs cage him when your high came devastatingly good and strong, causing tremor in your limbs and an absolute squeeze in your cunt around his masculinity.

It was the best thing that has ever hit your body in fact, and that caused the release of his seed on your core in erratic movements and an erotic grunt. The nature of the sensation seemed primitive, it was primitive, as a need that needed to be satiated more often. Your bodies were sweaty when he fell to your side with his eyes closed from recent pleasure, bubbling in deep flames like the Old Valyria.

A more than satisfied smile adorned your face with how indescribably good you felt. Not only physically, but your husband's performance softened part of your fear, only one part, the other unfortunately ascended in equity and sowed doubts in your heart. What if the sweetness in his words was only in the heat of the moment? What if he doesn't think you're pretty?

After a moment of comfortable silence you decided to risk it in a low, almost weak voice "... did you really mean those things? About my beauty?" Gods, you didn't want to look pathetic.

And he didn't want to be an absent husband. "Yes," he confessed in a hoarse and soporific voice, almost ashamed of his attitude. "I'm sorry I don't say that as often as you deserve to hear. You're breathtaking, ma'am." His good eye filtered all the reactions from your face carefully. “I'm very lucky to have you by my side.

And nothing was more radiant than your smile when he heard such loving and beautiful statements, daring to snuggle against his chest even though he had a thin layer of sweat. "Your words are nothing more than kind, my prince, I am very grateful to hear them," you began, "you are also a very handsome man," you smoothed the bruised side of his face with the palm of your hand, not getting close to the scar to scare him. "Almost ethereal if I may say," your face was close to his, looking tenderly before leaning against his lips in a chaste and soft kiss.

Compliments directed at appearance were never true to Aemond. Not that he received them too much after the incident, but all the rare times were false, regrettable and uncomfortable. His abilities made him a man safe enough not to care mostly about his deformity, however, in his interior of steel and fire there was a fraction that longed for genuine kindness.

"You are very kind, my lady," he said softly, his voice almost breaking, "did you like what happened?" The thought was almost all verbalized at once, taking not only you but also him by surprise.

“A lot. I liked it a lot, Aemond," you purred against him, feeling your interior warm and vibrate again. "If it's not inappropriate, I wish we could do it again."

That would be a long night...

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[greycloudsinwinter]

Yandere Criston Cole and Targaryen reader.( Viserys and Aemma's first daughter.)

YANDERE SIR CRISTON COLE X TARGERYAN READER

🛡️ when he sees your younger sister he believes he is inlive. Her wild fierce spirit and her targeryan hair.

🛡️but on the night he attempts to kill himself then he is stopped by you.

🛡️your beautiful angelic hair and gentle voice guiding him to put the blade down.

🛡️since then he has become heavily devoted to you.

🛡️he holds a grudge against your sister but he will push it to the side for you.

🛡️since you are the heir to the throne he understands you must marry but he is prepared to stand by your side even if you must lay with another man for your duty.

🛡️if your husband fails to do his duty and you turn to sit criston to provide you with children . He is delighted, he knows he can’t say there his children because that would bring shame too you so he remains in the shadows being your children’s mentor.

🛡️plans to kill your husband.

🛡️rivals he duals and fights until you can’t tell what they looked like.

🛡️he would love to runaway with you but he will respect your wishes since he loves you so much.

🛡️he is like a loyal dog never leaving your side. You ask something of him and he will rush too do it.

🛡️often finds himself when you are alone braiding your hair.

🛡️writes about you gives you secret love letters.

🛡️you can’t escape him he is the captain of the kinguard and he is a loyal servant. Making him a humble ally.

🛡️devoted and violent yandere ( only violent to people that aren’t you since he hates everyone but you.)

Thank you for the request ❤️❤️

[alaffy]

House of the Dragon, Ep. 2x04 – The Red Dragon and the Gold (Spoilers)

Finally!

So, first, I’m going to touch on a few things in this episode that are likely to be important.  Then, I’ll focus on the last half of the episode, and then events leading up to them, as that’s really the only part most people want to talk about.

So, a good part of this episode is like the last…council’s talking about going to war.  Aegon learning he’s not as good of a king as he wants to believe and everyone wondering where Rhaenyra is.  Yawn.

Alicent realizes that the world doesn’t deserve two Sir Bitches and so tries to remedy a possible…yeah.  She also is really obsessed about learning history now, even though it will change nothing. 

Daemon is trying to raise an army; being driven mad by ghosts; and being drugged by a witch.  He had a busy and odd episode.  But it all is based around what I believe is the thing he’s questioning the most, is he truly there to support Rhaenyra or is he out for himself?

Ayrn is going to be Vaemond’s son, isn’t he?

Rhaenyra realizes that there’s no path to peace anymore and fully commits to war.  She also tells her son about the “Song of Fire and Ice.”

Ok, let’s get to the important parts.  Sir Bitch and Alicent’s brother are actually doing a pretty good job of getting people to align with Aegon.  And those that don’t, Sir Bitch kills.  It looks like they’re going to Herrenhal when Sir Bitch gets a raven.  Plans are afoot.

These plans, as we find out, are between Sir Bitch and Aemond (who really should be leading this army).  Aemond realizes that, with Daemon at Herrenhal, it’s probably for the best that they switch gears.  Instead of going there, they’ll attack Rook’s Rest.  It’s a small target, but one loyal to Rhaenyra.  Furthermore, if they take Rook’s Rest, Rhaenyra is more or less cut off from the main land.

Ok, skipping to the second half of the episode.  Sir Bitch attacks Rook’s Rest.  Rhaenyra has decided they need to use dragon’s.  Well, we can’t have this war ending too soon, so we’ll only send the one (even though there’s probably three there if Baela is still at the keep).  Rhaenyra says that she will go, but Rhaenys convinces her to let her go. 

So, Sir Bitch’s army attacks and then Rhaenys attacks.  And, at first, it looks bad for Sir Bitch.  But, as I said at the beginning, he’s been making plans with Aemond.  And guess who just happens to have his dragon nestled in the woods?  And what would have come next probably would have been a great victory for Team Green, except….

Aegon, not being included in any of these plans because he’s an immature brat, decides to get drunk and join the battle.  So, as Sir Bitch is signaling to Aemond to join the fight, here comes Aegon on Sunfyre.  At which point, Aemond decides it’s time his brother learns a lesson.  So, he let’s Aegon take on Rhaenys. 

Meanwhile, Alicent’s brother is demanding why Sir Bitch allowed the king to join the battle.  Of course, Sir Bitch is just as surprised as everyone else and is wondering where Aemond is. 

Anyway, Meleys is just making short work of Sunfyre and it looks like Rhaenys is about to win the war singlehandedly; but then Aemond attacks on his dragon.  Uh, let me be clear.  He’s not there to save his brother.  Sunfyre and Aegon are just an obstacle in the way to Rhaenys and Meleys.  And it’s an obstacle Aemond quickly gets rid of.

Sunfyre plummets to the ground, the fate of Aegon unknown.  Sir Bitch tries to rush to the king’s aid, but is quickly knocked unconscious. 

Rhaenys, naturally, isn’t stupid and knows that Meleys is unlikely a match for Vhagar.  Still, she continues to fight and does manage to land some serious blows on Vhagar, as well as continue to fuck up Sir Bitch’s army.  But, in the end, Vhagar is able to overpower and kill Meleys.  Meleys and Rhaenys fall to the ground, Meleys’ body destroying a good portion of Rook’s Rest.

Well, so much for my favorite character.  Goodbye Rhaenys.

Sir Bitch wakes up to the sound of Alicent’s brother rallying (what’s left of) the troops to sack (what’s left of) Rook’s Rest.  Sir Bitch goes to where Sunfyre, uh, plummeted (nice to see how everyone was concerned for the king), only to find Aemond there looking like he’s getting ready to finish what he’s started.  But it looks like Sunfyre and Aegon are somehow still alive. 

So, is the battle a victory?  Obviously Team Green will claim it as one.  And they did manage to achieve their objective, kill a dragon, and get one of Team Black’s most powerful players.  But…

Their king is near death, one of their dragon’s is out of commission (assuming it doesn’t die), and a good portion of the army they raised in now charcoal.  They may call it a victory, but it’s a weak one at best given what Rhaenys was able to do with her one dragon. 

But the bright side is that we’ve officially started the war and now the show will (hopefully) pick up in pace a bit. 

[drunk-person]

Training Yard

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x wife!reader

Summary: One of Y/n's most common habits is admiring her husband's training every day. On a particularly hot day, the jealousy of the other ladies makes her achieve everything she has been dreaming of for a long time..

WARNING: 18+ mdni! Smut, p in v, swords being used inappropriately, jealousy sex, dom/sub tones if you squint, no description for reader.

Word cont: 2.800 k

Author's note: Okay, I think those gifs and images with a special focus on Aemond's sword changed the chemistry of my brain, and from that change this one short was born. English is not my first language so be kind if you can.

When Y/n was promised to Aemond and traveled with her family to Kings landing to meet him the first time she saw him was at the training camp. He was brandishing a sword and fighting like a demon. The look of concentration on his face, the way he moved fluidly, the sweat that dripped down his forehead, all of it caught Y/n's attention and made her thighs press together in a way she hadn't understood at the time.

Even in her homeland when the marriage was announced, everyone told her that Prince Aemond was a great warrior, but nothing had prepared her for that. It didn't take long for both of them to get married and gradually build their own daily routine. Y/n, just as her husband woke up very early, and they both had breakfast together, soon after Aemond left for the training yard. And Y/n couldn't even say when it became such a recurring habit to watch her husband training every morning. But she could definitely say that it was one of her favorite parts of the day.

Y/n now knew what that pressure between her thighs meant when she saw her husband in the training yard. She knew even better. And even after almost twelve moons of marriage, she still felt the same feeling whenever she saw him. Today in particular the day was particularly hot, as it was the middle of summer, and even though she was wearing a lighter dress Y/n could still feel the sweat running down between her breasts and down her back as she fanned herself with a fan.

She admired her husband's every move downstairs as he fought with Sir Criston, and she couldn't help but bite her lip gently as she watched him grip the hilt of his sword tightly. Y/n could see that Aemond was sweating wearing all those layers of clothes, his silver hair was damp with sweat, and it was to her great surprise that he had an attitude that she would never have expected. He took off his doublet and opened the thin shirt he was wearing underneath, she sighed when he saw the scene, but the contentment soon passed when she noticed that the other ladies of the court were looking at her husband like hungry dogs would look at a piece of meat.

Y/n gritted her teeth angrily as she held tightly to the wooden support of the balcony, as she thought about how lovely it would be to be able to throw one of them from above. And with her eyes sparkling, she barely waited for the fight to end before going down to the courtyard and approaching where Aemond was.

As soon as Aemond disarmed Sir Cole, causing his sword to be thrown a long distance, and placed his own sword against the older man's throat, the audience applauded happily. But no Y/n, she was smarter than doing something so trivial. And with that in mind she pretended to drop the green fan with gold embroidery that she used to fan herself and relieve the heat.

Aemond immediately bent down, picking up the fan from the floor and handing it into her hands, touching her skin in public even if quickly as he placed the fan back between Y/n's hands.

— Thank you very much husband. — She spoke softly, looking at him from beneath her long eyelashes, already opening the fan again, while she gently bit her lip.

—You're welcome wife. — He replied, looking lightly at the drops of sweat that fell down his wife's neckline, when she intelligently guided his gaze there using the fan. —I see that you are also feeling very hot.

—Well, I told you not to go out in such heavy clothes today, if you had listened to me maybe you wouldn't be walking around practically naked in public. — She spoke only for Aemond to hear, curving his eyebrows and wrinkling his nose, while he looked at her with that ironic smile that made her want to jump on him, to kill him or other things.

—I'm going to retire to our quarters, my prince, the weather is very hot. — And she turned around, closing the fan and walking away without even looking back, already knowing that it wouldn't be long before he would follow her to the bedroom. Aemond always got a little wild after training, with her teasing him he knew he would want her.

As she passed the court ladies, Y/n made a point of smiling arrogantly before heading inside the fortress. Aemond was her husband, only hers and no one else's. And still with her body tense with jealousy and desire, she entered the dark corridor to get to her own rooms faster. But before she could walk two meters she felt someone covering her mouth with their hand while pulling her firmly around the waist. Y/n screamed muffledly as she struggled, until the soft voice came in her ear.

—Easy, my princess.

Hearing Aemond's voice her whole body instantly relaxed, even as he dragged her into an even darker corner and pinned her firmly against the wall of a cramped alcove.

—What did you think you were doing? — He spoke with an irritated voice against her hair while holding her. — Looking at me like that in public, practice begging me to fuck you.

—Well, maybe I wanted to show some unsuspecting people that Prince Aemond has already been married for almost a year before they jump on you! —Y/n practically growled the words in annoyance, and it became even worse when she felt Aemond laughing against her neck.

—So that's what this is about? —He asked in a mocking voice. — Jealousy.

—I'm not jealous. — She replied grumpily, still pressed against the wall.

—Oh no, you are burning with. — He smiled at the realization.

—You know that my only eye is only for you, wife. — He said kissing her neck from behind. — Just for you.

—You think I don't see the way you look every morning when you watch me train. — He whispered, nibbling on her neck. — That I don't watch the way you bite your lip every time I grip the sword hilt. — He bit her earlobe as he said that while pressing himself against her clothed ass, making her gasp.

And without warning he pulled the strings of her dress violently while Y/n's eyes widened in shock as they were almost in the middle of a hallway. The flowing dress fell at her feet and Y/n felt herself blushing for being practically naked in that place.

—Aemond, what if someone shows up? —She spoke fearfully.

—Should you have thought about that before. —He said, pulling her small clothes down and stripping her completely naked while he trailed wet kisses down her back. Suddenly she felt Aemond turn her around and push her in the other direction, lifting her off the floor and sitting her on a small sideboard, knocking over a vase that was previously on top.

—Aemond! —She reprimanded him, but was interrupted when he pressed his lips to hers while holding her thighs, caressing them and keeping them open. He trailed kisses from her lips to her neck, and from her neck to her soft breasts where he feasted on licking and sucking like he knew Y/n liked. And little by little, the caresses that were on her thighs moved up towards her throbbing core, which panted in anticipation every time Aemond's fingers got closer to where she needed him most.

—Husband… —She whimpered when he rubbed two fingers against her wetness.

—So wet for me. — He said, looking down at her, still paying attention to her breasts.

—I need you inside me. — She begged with a needy voice while Aemond slowly massaged her pearl, and she saw the gleam of malice in his eyes as he shook his head.

—No, you don't deserve to get what you want. —Aemond gently pinched her pearl, making her moan and lightly bite her own hand to muffle the noise. — You were such a negligent wife, leaving in the middle of my training, making me have to drop everything and come to you.

—No, you deserve something else. — He said, pulling her and making her almost scream in surprise as he turned her around and leaned over the small sideboard.

Y/n listened as Aemond unbuckled his belt and raised her eyebrows in confusion, not understanding what he would do. But the realization came soon after when she felt something cold against her hot and wet intimacy, panting immediately afterwards.

—I noticed some time ago the way you always look at my sword when you think I'm not looking. — Aemond said while lightly brushing the handle of the sheathed sword against Y/n's intimacy, who pressed her eyes firmly while biting her lips in disbelief that this was really happening.

And without warning he penetrated the first part of the handle into her wet pussy, making her squirm with pleasure and bite her own arm to keep from moaning when she felt the cold metal against her hot skin. Aemond watched ecstatically as the rounded part of the handle was swallowed whole while Y/n moaned and panted with pleasure, he waited a few moments before pushing the rest in and no longer moving it letting her adapt to the size, while he smiled at the sight of his wife squirm, leaking more and more against the handle of the sword.

—Husband… —She begged, looking back with her face wet with tears and her lips red from biting them so much. — Husband, please. —Aemond smiled maliciously, but did not move the sword even an inch. —Aemond, I'm begging you. — She cried rubbing herself against the hilt of the sword.

—Look at you, my dear wife. —He said caressing her moist lips with his finger. —Begging like a real whore.

Y/n immediately nodded, leaning towards him for a kiss, which Aemond didn't have the courage to refuse. And in the middle of the wet and breathless kiss he moved the handle of the sword, thrusting firmly against Y/n's pussy, making her almost scream against his lips while digging her nails into her husband's neck. Aemond smiled against her lips and little by little he picked up speed, in a constant back and forth that made Y/n shiver with pleasure and lose control about one's own body.

She felt like she was going to collapse at any moment, the feeling of the metal filling her making her feel things she had never imagined before. The wet, filthy sound filling the air and the idea of ​​anyone walking by and seeing Aemond doing this to her made her even wetter if that was possible. Heat flooded her entire body and the smell of sweat filled the small alcove at that moment. Y/n did her best to remain silent, but it was almost impossible not to moan her husband's name and beg him to give her more, feeling on the verge of climax.

—Maybe you want them all to listen. — Aemond spoke in a hoarse and low voice close to her ear while sucking her earlobe. —Let them all hear you moan like a little whore while I fuck you with the hilt of my sword.

Y/n couldn't take it anymore, it was like everything inside her broke at once and she came against the hilt of her husband's sword shaking and whimpering as she squirmed and tried to hold on to the small sideboard. Her legs were shaking like jelly and she could barely stand, the feeling of her husband pulling the sword hilt out of her almost made her scream from overstimulation.

Aemond smiled with satisfaction as he pulled the hilt of the sword from inside Y/n, seeing it covered in the white fluids and liquids that came from his wife's pleasure, he never failed to be impressed by the fact that she became even more beautiful destroyed with pleasure. And still smiling, admiring the mess between her legs, he untied the drawstrings of his pants and pulled his own dick out, stroking it a few times and then rubbing it against her moist folds.

Y/n thought she was going to faint from the feeling of being filled again, but now completely. She was so sensitive after her first orgasm that it was as if Aemond was everywhere, and she couldn't help but grind against him for more.

—Always so good and eager for me.— Aemond praised her as he fucked her harder and harder and caressed her hips and breasts. —Such a good and wet cunt.

—You don't need to be jealous, wife, the only one I live for is you, no one else. — He said, sucking her neck and leaving a kiss there while Y/n whimpered and agreed, looking for his lips anxiously.

The two kissed eagerly and Aemond gained even more strength in his thrusts, and when Y/n was on the verge of orgasm again, footsteps sounded in the hallway and Aemond stopped his movements while covering her mouth, signaling for his wife to stay quiet.

Aemond then took advantage of the pause by withdrawing from inside her and turning her to face him and when the steps were far enough away he kissed her again hungrily, and already penetrating her once again with force. Y/n in turn brought her hands to his face, pulling him more and more towards her, wanting to feel every little part of him against her, and she barely noticed when the eye patch fell to the floor, only noticing when they both separated from the kiss. and the shine of the sapphire was present in the dark alcove, making her sigh with contentment at the sight.

—Husband, I want you so much. ��� She sighed, pulling him into another kiss, feeling closer and closer to the edge with each thrust from Aemond, and feeling him accelerate, she came against his cock, crying and moaning while putting her head in the gap between his neck and shoulder.

—I love you husband, I love you so much. —She whimpered, leaving kisses on his neck, and hearing his wife say those words while feeling her pussy milking him, Aemond came deeply inside her, shuddering and calling his wife's name with his face contorted with pleasure.

Y/n made a point of lifting her head to see the scene before her, in her opinion there was nothing as beautiful in that world as Aemond's face, the only thing that could compare was Aemond's face after the climax.

She caressed his face gently while she felt him massaging her waist with his fingertips still inside her, both still panting, a few moments later Aemond came out of her and lovingly helped her get dressed.

—I'm going to retire to our quarters, husband. —Y/n said visibly tired, and at the same moment Aemond's look changed and he shook his head.

—Oh no you won't.—He said holding her face between his hands firmly looking her in the eyes while speaking in a slightly hoarse voice. — Now you're going to go back there, sit like the obedient and devoted wife you are with my seed running down your legs and watch the rest of the training, knowing that my sword is full of your cunt juice.

—But husband... — She said with wide eyes.

—As I've told you a few times, wife, we must think about the consequences before acting. —He said, replacing his eye patch and fixing his own clothes with a smile.

—If you're lucky, there will only be you up there at that time.

He then fastened the belt with the sword back around his waist and Y/n could see the hilt still glistening with her fluids, and felt her face burn with embarrassment.

—I will never need a tournament favor again as long as I carry this sword. —Aemond said mockingly, looking at her and Y/n rolled her eyes angrily, since her husband didn't even participate in tournaments.