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[emynarnen]

Boy's got a new outfit and hairstyle in 2.04!

[aemondapologistfrfr]

His Princess - pt2

Pt 2 of His Princess

fancast!bloody ben x targ!fem!reader

Summary: Rhaenyra asks y/n to take her host to Harrenhal to speak to Daemon. Y/n rises to the challenge of Daemon and the River Lords watch on in shock and silence.

Warnings: 18+ swearing, political plotting, prob wine somewhere in a cup, bathing, thigh riding, face riding, p in v

Authors Note: soft moments w silverwing and ben, i believe this man would beg you teach him some high valyrian just so he could talk to silverwing and write it down and keep it in his pocket, idc if it’s unrealistic to pet a dragons belly it’s real to me!!, daemon needs to LEAVE harrenhal and step tf up like enough already

Word Count: 4.7k

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Over the past week I’ve been in contact with Jace about the status of our growing host in the Riverlands. Rhaenyra has finally returned home and expresses her gratitude for the swords that I’ve raised for her. She takes over the correspondence from Jace as we begin to discuss who is on our side and best ways to bring the other Lords to our cause.

She confides to me concerning her worry about Daemon. She has asked that I meet Ser Alfred Broome in Harrenhal and see if Daemon can be brought to reason. She hopes that he will start to relax and hopefully return to Dragonstone upon seeing their host. We have been on the move ever since her request while slowly adding swords along the way.

“We should reach Harrenhal on the morrow.” Ben ducks into the tent as I lounge on the makeshift bed.

“Thank the Gods. I need a fucking bath.” I slide over so he can join me.

“You still look absolutely divine to me.” as he pulls me into him.

“Oh I’m sure,” I roll my eyes. “The dirt and grime are very comely.” I sigh looking at my nails.

“At Harrenhal I’ll make sure you get the largest and hottest bath available. Even if it means displacing its current Lord.” he promises.

“I’ll hold you to that.” I hum. “I have no idea what state Daemon is in.” I sigh, wiping my face.

“He should be happy you’ve raised a host.” Ben murmurs as he finger brushes through my hair.

“We can only hope.” I moan as his fingers scratch along my scalp as I turn so he can continue his movements.

“Let’s hope they have feed to spare for Silverwing. She’s been eyeing our host for some time now.” he chuckles as he begins to loosely braid my hair.

“Mm, speaking of, I should take her out to hunt.” I sigh stretching out as he completes the plait.

“Will you let me come with you this time?” his eyes light up as he pleads.

“You’ll have to ask her yourself.” I chuckle as I begin to rise and stretch out.

I slowly put my riding armor back on as Ben quickly pulls his own armor on stumbling after me out of the tent. The host around us is now up to 5,000 swords and it’s easy to get lost in the chaos that surrounds us daily. We see the outline of Silverwing in the trees as we approach.

“Wait,” Ben pulls me to a stop. “It’s Hello my beast Silverwing?” a laugh bubbles out of my mouth as his face turns red.

“Y/n, my Princess, please.” he begs trying to hide his embarrassment.

“If you say that she will never allow you to ride with me.” I try to settle my giggles. “Hello, my beautiful Silverwing.” I look to him and nod for him to repeat.

“Hello, my beautiful Silverwing?” his Riverland accent makes the sentence sound funny but he’s got the words down at least.

“Well let’s go see if I get to keep enjoying you or if her meal has delivered itself to her.” I pull him by his arm with a smile on my face. I nod at him to go greet my sleeping dragon as I stand nearby.

“Hello,” his voice slightly stumbles as she begins to stir. “Hello, my beautiful Silverwing.” I hear the confidence in his voice as Silverwing begins to rise.

She looks over to me and then looks down at Ben and huffs. His hair is blown askew by her deep breath as she lowers her head to his height. He puts his hands up as I continue to give her a stern look. She gives a soft chirp before she pushes him with her snout.

“I didn’t learn any other words. Y/n says my accent is funny.” he speaks softly to Silverwing as he settles his hands on the side of her jaw.

She softly blinks at him and then looks to me as if I was so mean for stating the obvious to him. Ben slowly relaxes as he continues to offer her pats. She watches him intently as he begins to walk the length of her. She thuds back to the ground and rolls onto her side for him to pat her belly.

“Oh you big baby.” I chuckle lovingly as I approach them both. We continue to offer her pats and words of adoration until she grumbles and begins to turn back over. “He wants to come with us to hunt.” her eyes lock with mine and narrow. She closes her eyes and dips her wing down for us to climb up.

“Let’s see how this goes.” I breathe out as I gesture for him to start climbing.

“What do I grab on to?” he turns to me suddenly nervous.

“Whatever you can. I’ll be right behind you.” I nod reassuringly as he grabs on to her leg. Silverwing chuffs as we slowly climb on and settle into the saddle. I clip us in and his arms wrap around my waist tightly.

“It’s not too late to get down.” I turn my head and offer to him softly.

“No, it’ll be fun.” he nods as he tries to strengthen his resolve but his words come out a little breathy.

“Fly, Silverwing.” she rises to her full height and I feel Ben’s hands lock tightly together around me.

She launches us into the sky and I feel Ben press his head into my back. I chuckle wildly as she circles our host and gives them an eerie song. We coast along the breeze until we reach the river and she slowly begins to dip down. Ben slowly releases his hands and begins to look down at the land below us.

“What a fucking rush.” he chuckles with me as Silverwing dips into the river to collect fish.

She continues to collect more fish and spits them out on the nearby shore. Once she has a large pile she lands and scorches the fish in a burning pyre. She quickly chomps down on her meal as we stay firmly seated basking in her power.

“Should we get-“

Silverwing shoots us back into the clouds as Ben gasps, handing flying around my waist once more. I raise my hands from the reins and allow my fingertips to caress the clouds as we fly back to camp. With enough encouragement, Ben releases his hands from my waist and allows his fingers to dance in the clouds with us.

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We begin marching out just before dawn. The men grumble but are looking forward to making it to Harrenhal finally. Silverwing is becoming restless the closer we get to the Crownlands as she can feel the tension pulsing through us.

We mainly ride the breeze only going in front of the host when we’re about an hour out from the castle. As I approach, Caraxes high pitched song pierces my ears. Silverwing gives out a greeting as we circle back to our host. Caraxes seems to have stayed at the castle much to my relief that Daemon isn’t feeling particularly reckless today.

I land outside the gates and await the host to break through the trees. Once Ben is at my side we begin to approach the gates as they grind open. Daemon swaggers out and looks to me with his hand on his sword pommel.

“Y/n.” he looks at me and the men behind me as if he’s unimpressed.

“Daemon.” I sigh and roll my eyes.

“I’ve claimed Harrenhal.” I squint my eyes at his words.

“And I’ve raised a host.” I shake my head at him confused.

“For who?” he tilts his head to me.

“What is wrong with you? What do you mean? For Rhaenyra.” I approach him studying him.

“It seems as if his knees are bent to you the way he hovers behind you.” he raises his chin to Ben who has indeed followed close behind me on approach.

“Get over yourself. Are we welcome or no. You wanted an army and I’ve brought you one.” my voice starts to rise as I tire of his antics and want the bath I was promised.

“Did she send you?” Daemons eyes squint.

“You’re going fucking mad, Daemon. We are staying. I’m taking the largest bathtub.” I roll my eyes, shaking my head with a chuckle. “His knees are bent to me and he’s mine. He’s not to be touched by anyone.” Daemon smirks at my words as he gestures with his arm for us to enter.

“Welcome,” Lord Simon says as the gates groan the rest of the way open. “Welcome to Harrenhal.

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I almost sob looking at the massive bath made before me. I make quick work of my clothes and armor as servants whisk them away to clean them before leaving me alone. The second the seaming water engulfs me all of my muscles sigh in relief. Suddenly there’s a knock at the door and I groan.

“What?” I grit out through my teeth.

“It’s me.” Ben peeks his head around the door.

“Then get in here and shut the door. I’m in the fucking bath, Ben.” I hiss at him and feel instantly bad as I know I shouldn’t take my frustrations out on him. “I’m sorry,” I sigh out. “What’s wrong?” I sink lower into the pool.

“You didn’t invite me and I felt left out.” his voice teasing. I grab his hand and begin to pull him in with me. He bats my hand away chucking as he takes his clothes off before slipping in the water next to me.

“Better?” I ask resting my head on his shoulder.

“Much.” he hums content. “What happened with Daemon earlier?” he asks softly before grabbing the soap next to us so we can begin our deep clean.

“He’s going insane. I have no idea what’s wrong with him.” I shake my head not knowing how I’m supposed to deal with this. Hopefully Ser Alfred will arrive soon and offer his support.

“What did he say?” he asks as helps me wash my hair once he’s finished his.

“He knows you’re loyal to me. I don’t think he trusts Rhaenyra. His words seemed off and paranoid. I’ll send a raven to Rhaenyra in the morning.” I know my tone is slightly clipped, I’m just done discussing pressing matters. I want to enjoy my bath while a handsome man dotes on me.

“Maybe it’s this old, haunted castle. They say it’ll turn the most sane man mad.” Ben thinks to himself as he rinses out my hair. I’m thankful we’re finally clean but I can’t handle this conversation any longer.

“Ben, I need you to be quiet and make me feel good or leave. I do not wish to discuss strategy or ghosts.” he chuckles as I turn and he takes in my scrunched brow.

“I’m sorry, my Princess. Is the war boring you?” he chuckles pulling me to straddle his thigh.

I sigh as he pulls me forward causing the most delicious friction. He continues sliding me across his thigh and my eyes shut. My hips begin to move on their own accord seeking the pleasure I’ve been needing all week. Whimpers fall from my mouth as Ben looks at me with a smirk.

“So you don’t want to discuss-“

“I will cut your fucking tongue out.” I reply breathlessly as his hands grind me down on to his thigh roughly.

“Then how will I be able to lick your-“

I crash my lips to his in hopes he’ll remain silent. He chuckles against my lips as his fingers dig into my sides. He begins to move my hips quicker as the water begins to splash around us. I begin to moan into his mouth as pleasure begins to explode through my body. His lips capture mine once more as he slowly continues to grind me against him to prolong my pleasure.

“Beautiful,” Ben whispers and my eyes snap open. “Fuck, please let me have said it right.” panic laces his words.

“You did,” my lips attach to his as my heart stumbles.

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I sit around the council table with the River Lords who look from me to Daemon. Ser Alfred has arrived this morning and hasn’t been able to form a coherent conversation with Daemon. My eyes stay planted on him as his head lulls as he grips his cup. When his eyes seem to uncloud he stares at Lord Simon’s child, Alys, I’m told.

“Pull yourself together.” I grit out to Daemon who is currently making a fool of himself.

“When did this meeting start?” his words borderline slurred as he looks to Alys who comes to his side.

I shake my head in confusion as she whispers into his ear. I look to Ben to make sure I’m not the only one seeing this and all of the Lords faces mirror mine. They turn me expectantly and I’m at a loss for what to do.

“That’s enough, Alys. Thank you.” I rise out of my chair dismissing her.

“Isn’t it strange we’re almost kin?” she whispers as she brushes past me. I turn quickly but she’s already out of the hall and I take my place again in my seat.

“Are you drunk?” I hiss to Daemon who has an amusing look on his face.

“Welcome River Lords,” Daemon rises, ignoring my question. “I’m thankful you’ve all deigned to join me in Harrenhal. I know how alluring it is to follow a Targaryen Princess.” he looks to me with a smirk.

“While you’ve been doing Gods know what, I’ve been rallying for Rhaenyra. Did she send you here to simply cut wood?” my anger very evident in my voice.

“I’ve secured the largest castle.” he looks down to me.

“Yes, the crumbling, empty castle. What a win Daemon. While you’ve been indulging yourself on wine and bastards we’ve all been doing our part to help Rhaenyra claim the throne.” I shake my head at a loss. I know we shouldn’t be speaking like this in front of the Lords but I can’t help it.

“I will not be belittled by you.” Daemon spits his words at me.

“You’ve done it yourself. Everyone at this table can see you’re going mad.” I look to him as he goes to look out the window.

Ser Alfred looks at me in warning not to push him too far. The other Lords are doing well to hide their terror as I verbally challenge Daemon in this hall. I’m hoping with the right kind of push and verbal berating he will get his head out of his ass and start to fight for Rhaenyra once more.

“Is that true?” he turns to the table of men with narrowed eyes. “Who thinks I’m going mad?” he approaches and leans his hands on the table assessing everyone.

“Go home, Daemon.” I rise from my chair to switch his focus to me and not our Lords. Ben’s hands slip to mine to try and have me sit back down but I can’t stand down from this fight, my mother needs me. “Rhaenyra needs you at her side.” I look to him with pleading eyes.

“Mm, is that what she told you?” he stalks over to me.

“If you bothered to read any of the ravens from either of us, you know it would be true. Must you always be reminded that you are The Daemon Targaryen? The Rogue Prince? You are a force to be reckoned with. Leave this crumbling castle to me and the Lords and return to Dragonstone. Clear your mind. Stand at her side so we may show a united front.” I can see my words process through his mind as he looks at me curiously.

“You want this castle for yourself.” he concludes much to my anger and frustration.

“Leave us.” I turn to the Lords who look at me slack jawed. They begin to shuffle out of the hall as Ben lingers behind. “Ben,” I warn with narrowed eyes.

“You think you can handle my daughter?” Daemon chuckles lowly as he looks to Ben. He hasn’t called me his daughter in years which is how I know something sinister is going on inside these walls. I walk to Ben and push him outside the door before I seal them.

“It’s saved you before.” Ben’s words are hushed as he places the bone knife into my palm. “Please don’t make me regret leaving this hall.” he looks down to me with pleading eyes as I shut the door separating us.

“Sit.” I nod my head to the table and slip the knife into an empty sheath at my thigh before I claim a seat across from him.

“Do you plan to kill me in this hall?” he chuckles as he takes a seat.

“I plan to make you see reason.” I study his movements which seem completely different from how this meeting started.

“Then by all means,” he raises his eyebrows gesturing with his hand for me to continue.

“You and Rhaenyra had a fight so now you sequester yourself into this ruin of a castle? To what end? Tell me your long term goal, Daemon. If I wouldn’t have arrived with a host you would still be splitting wood open, along with that bastard girls legs.” I look to him as he seems to find this amusing.

“To sit atop the Iron Throne. That is my only goal.” he hums.

“To place Rhaenyra on the throne?” I correct.

“She’s welcome to join me.” he nods his head as his thoughts seem to drift.

I can’t believe what I’m hearing. I don’t know if this was his plan all along or if these halls are truly haunted. We sit in silence and study each other waiting to see who will make the next move. I come up with a plan to get him outside of the castle in hopes he can clear his head and finally see his actions for what they are.

“When was the last time you’ve ridden Caraxes?” I change the subject hoping to bring him back to the present.

“It was only…” he trails off.

“Come, let’s go for ride.” I rise and look to him in question.

Surprisingly he follows me out of the hall. Ben is waiting on the other side of the door and he walks by my side. I instruct him to send a raven to Rhaenyra and say that I’m sending Daemon home and hopefully he should arrive tonight, I will escort him if needed. I also have him tell the servants to pack a small bag for Daemon for his travels home.

“Please return to me.” Ben kisses the side of my head and nods at my instructions.

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After a long flight our two dragons land in the abandoned countryside. I press my luck and dismount and turn to see that Daemon is doing the same. We meet between our two dragons as they sing a bone chilling song.

“I will go home.” he nods to me with a scrunched brow.

“You will?” I raise my eyebrow in surprise.

“Do not let that heinous woman inside your head. Don’t accept her tea.” he shakes his head as a shutter travels through him.

“Understood. Please send me a raven when you get to Dragonstone.” I reply curtly still not caring for him much at the moment.

“You’ve already sent her word of my return?” he asks over his shoulder as he begins to mount Caraxes.

“I have,” I nod my head up to him. “If you cause her trouble, I will come for you and show you why this growing host has bent its knees.” the threat is laced through my voice like a promise.

“I wouldn’t expect anything else, daughter.” he says before him and his blood worm launch into the skies.

I mount Silverwing and sigh in relief that somehow everything worked out. I hug Sliverwings neck and offer her words of love and praise before she brings us up to the clouds.

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Ben rushes to me once I dismount Silverwing and assesses me head to toe. Once he’s satisfied I’m in one piece he turns to Silverwing and walks around her and makes sure she’s taken no damage as well. He offers her soft pats before he returns to me.

“I’ll be right back,” he whispers before running back through the gates.

I lay down at Silverwings feet and curl into her. She wraps her head around me protectively as she sprawls on the ground. We hear motion from beyond the gates and we both raise our heads curiously. Ben walks through the gates trailing a couple cattle behind him.

“Thank you for keeping my Princess safe, my beautiful Silverwing.” he hums as he approaches her. I rise and come to his side as she begins to chirp him a song.

He leaves the cattle with her and he guides me back through the gates and into the castle. The Lords look at me expectantly as I call a short meeting in the council chambers. I tell them of Daemons hopeful return to Dragonstone and give Ser Alfred leave to follow after him and return to my mother. The Lords look to me in awe that I was able to rein Daemon in and send him back to Dragonstone. I end the meeting with promises of a more in depth discussion on the morrow.

“Let’s go to bed,” Ben hums softly as he offers me his hand.

We quickly make it back to our chambers and he seals the doors behind us. He cups my face and pulls me into a passionate kiss. He pulls apart resting his forehead on mine as we pant as I look up to him with low lids.

“I’m perfectly fine, you didn’t have to worry so much.” I breathlessly chuckle.

“I was worried for the King Consort, the look in your eyes in the council chamber was downright murderous.” he chuckles lowly before placing a quick kiss on my lips before he starts to remove my armor.

“Good he was being daft. Someone had to stand to him.” I roll my shoulders once he removes the plates there.

“Sometimes you fucking terrify me.” he whispers though his voice is full of devotion as he removes my last pieces.

“Mm, I’m honored.” I hum as I begin to remove my layers of clothing.

“Allow me, my Princess.” he whispers as he lifts my shirt above my head.

He slowly peels the rest of my clothes off. He removes his clothes with haste while pulling me over to the bed. He falls onto his back pulling me with on top of him. He kisses me softly and pulls back with a smirk.

“I think you should sit on my face.” he says lowly.

“What do you mean?” I shake my head chuckling.

“Put this,” his fingers reach down and slide through my wetness. “on my mouth.” his eyes are dark as they look to me.

I shiver as his fingers continue to ghost over my core. He begins to slowly pull me up his body until I finally rise and kneel on the bed to look down at him. He pats the side of my thigh trying to coax me to straddle his face. I let out a shaky breath and kneel above his face and look down at his eyes under me.

“Thank you, my Princess.” he says placing a soft kiss on each of my thighs.

His hands grab my waist and pull me flush against his mouth. His tongue begins to attack my clit and my head falls back. His name falls off my lips as he continues to swirl against my clit. I grind against his face and immediately stop. He grunts at my stillness and begins to move my hips himself as moans seep out of my mouth.

“Ben,” his name is the only thing I’m capable of saying.

This spurs him on and his tongue moves even more ferociously. My hips begin jerking on their own accord and he moans against me. The vibrations send me over the edge as I come against his face as he keeps lapping at me.

“Ben,” I whimper as he still holds me against his face.

His torturous tongue continues to circle my sensitive bud sending shock waves through my body. I’m a babbling mess above him as he starts to grind my hips against him again. A sob tears through me as I come against him once more. He lifts me off and I collapse face down on the bed next to him as he chuckles.

“You did so good for me.” he hums as I feel the bed dip behind me. “Aren’t you thankful you didn’t cut my tongue out.” his hands raise my hips until I’m resting on my knees. I turn my head and scowl at him until he starts swirling his tip around my wetness.

“Ben, please,” I whine breathlessly as he leans back.

“Hm?” his tone taunting. I try to push my hips back to find him once more but his hands on my hips keep me firmly in place.

“If you don’t fuck me surely I can find someone else who-“

He slams into me and a moan tears through me. He sets a brutal pace that has my face sliding against the sheets. All I can do is arch my back more as his hips repeatedly snap into mine. His trusts become slow and deep as his hands fall to the sides of my waist as he hovers above me.

“Who do you think can replace me?” he grunts in my ear while grinding his hips into mine.

“No one,” my words barely coherent as my hips chase the pleasure he’s offering.

“That’s what I thought.” he says arrogantly as he pulls me upright with him.

One of his hands stays at my waist to help steady me as he begins to hammer up into me. The other travels around my front teasing and pinching my nipples until it finds its way to my throat. His long fingers wrap around me while his hand from my waist sneaks down to my sensitive bud.

“I- Ben,” I whine as I come, clenching around him.

“Fuck Princess,” his hips slightly falter but he regains his composure quickly.

He pushes me forward back onto the bed while staying inside of me. His pace is crazed as his fingers dig deeply into my hips. I’m pushing back into him chasing all of the pleasure he wants to give me. My hands are fisted into the sheets while all I can do is whimper and breathe his name.

“One more time for me.” he growls while bringing his torturous hand between my thighs once more.

When his fingers reach my clit I see stars. I feel like pleasure is being torn from me in waves as I bury my head in the pillow. His hips shutter and warmth spreads throughout me before he slowly pulls out. He collapses on the bed next to me as we’re both panting and trying to catch our breath.

“I know I’m safe in Harrenhal because the only thing that could make me go mad is you.” he says breathily smoothing my hair.

“Back to your ghost stories already?” I huff as I turn to him and see him smiling down at me.

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Part 3

[the20thangel]

As My Queen Commands

Summary: This was a request: The war has ended, leaving a few survivors for the Targaryen family. As the oldest living child of Queen Rhaenyra and King-Consort Daemon, you have been crowned as Queen. Your council worries this is insufficient to stabilize the realm and urge you to marry. So, a ball is hosted to find a potential husband. There, you happen to meet again a certain lord from Raventree Hall.

Targaryen!reader X Benjicot Blackwood

Tags: no use of y/n

Word Count: 1.9k

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It has been five moons since the war officially ended, with only a few survivors left: Your sisters, Baela and  Rhaena, You, and your brothers Aegon and Visery. In contrast, poor little Jaehaera was the only survivor of the greens. They wanted to marry the little princess to your brother Aegon to show peace to the realm, but you fought tooth and nail against it. Luckily, it worked, with the princess warding in Driftmark with Baela. Rhaena decided to stay in Kingslanding to continue helping in looking after Aegon and Viserys. You were forever grateful to her, not knowing how you would have juggled caring for two small princes and bringing peace to a kingdom on your own. 

You sighed as your maid finished braiding your platinum hair into beautiful Valyrian braids. Lord Corlys Velayron, one of your advisors, decided that if Aegon did not marry Jaehaera, a ball needed to happen; you required an heir. You needed to marry someone to strengthen your reign and have said heir. You grew upset at the news, stating that Aegon and Viserys were your heirs. You did not need to marry so soon but to focus on the realm. But the lords opposed it, stating that an alliance would help strengthen prosperity for your reign. After countless arguments, it started to weigh on you. You surrendered yourself to finding a husband to ease the tensions. You knew that, realistically, you should have been married already, but with a war, nobody besides Cregan Stark would have the luck to find a spouse. So it was decided the ball was a host to find lords who would gladly become king consort. 

“Thank you, Diana. That will be all tonight,” you dismissed your maid as you finished placing your red ruby jewelry on your body: a necklace, earrings, and rings. 

As you rose, making sure you seemed presentable, you heard a knock on your chamber doors, calling for them to enter; came in little Viserys, wearing a red and black doublet and a black cape. Smiling, you went to your brother, kissing him on the forehead, asking him what brought him to your room. 

“Aegon and I decided to escort you and Rhaena to the ball. I wanted to escort you!” Viserys excitedly explained, his purple eyes glowing. 

You smiled at him, your heart growing fond of his childish excitement at a party in his own words. You gladly extended your hand to him as you both walked to the ballroom. Servants, knights, lords, and ladies smiled at the scene of the young prince escorting his queenly sister. As you grew closer to the ballroom, your heart started racing. You needed to find a husband, a husband who would defend you without hindering your rule. A Husband who will love you and not stray in lovers. A husband who would be okay with not being the center of attention or being unable to spend time entirely at his keep. More importantly, you need a husband who would love your brothers as sons as you have grown to love them as your sons. These two boys suffered so much that they needed parental figures. You gladly took on that role, and you knew other lords would instead ship them off to the ward and focus on their children from your union. You would not allow that to happen; your brothers would be raised together with any potential children. 

As your royal titles were introduced, you entered the ballroom; the once somber room brought back to life like the times of King Viserys I. Numerous houses' colors and banners hang from the gilded walls. You walked with your head held high, noticing how every male in the room turned to you, looking at you like a piece of meat or prize to be won. Disgusted, you knew this night was going to be a long one. 

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After two hours of mindless chatter and many toes sore from lords clumsy stepping on your feet, you felt like you would burst. If one more lord came up to you talking about their “accomplishments” or your hand for a dance, you were considering feeding them to your dragon.

 Rhaena, noticing her sister’s mood, quickly went to her side. 

“Sister, why don’t you step outside for a while? I will distract the lords… tease them that I also might be willing to marry one,” advised Rhaena, squeezing your hand. 

You smiled gratefully at her; she knew you well as you nodded and sneakily walked out of the ballroom. You decided to go into the courtyard, where there was silence; walking alone, you sighed in relief. Away from the court’s hungry eyes, you felt like you could finally breathe; you heard the chirps of crickets and the noises of the small folk outside the walls. At least your people had the chance to have fun and eat after suffering for so long due to the war. If people were happy, then you would be willing to suffer through 100 more balls. Walking further to the training yards, eyes filled with tears. Remembering when you secretly train with Jace and Luke here once, you pick up a bow. You were more of an archer than a sword fighter. Feeling the need to release some stress, you notched your bow, aiming at the targets, letting it go. With glee, you smiled, seeing how it hit the center of the target. Notching another, you continue your meditation of aim, notch, release, and hit. You forgot about the outside world, silly lords, and their silly ideas. Let yourself forget the constraints of marriage that will soon find you one way or another. As you notched your bow again, you heard footsteps close to you; you aimed at the intruder, who quickly froze, raising his hands in peace. 

Seeing the familiar red and black clothing, you sighed, lowering your bow, “I would think you knew better than to sneak up on a dragon princess, Lord Blackwood.” 

“Dragon Queen, you mean? And I did not mean to; I was just walking around when I heard the sound of arrows, and my curiosity peaked, not expecting to find the queen here.” teased Benjicot, smirking at you. 

You snorted with an unamused brow raised. You tended to forget that you were now the queen, not a princess. 

“Hmm, what about you… Does the Bloody Ben not do ballroom dances?” you ask, not letting yourself falter from his teasing. You grin as you see him flush red and look down at the floor. 

“ I’m sorry, my queen, but I fear, no, dancing is not one of my skills, and after stepping on a few toes, I thought it best to save more maiden’s poor feet.” embarrassedly explained Benjicot, his eyes still to the ground. 

As you began to giggle at the mental image, he raised his head sharply, his eyes widening as he heard your soft giggles. He hoped you would not notice his cheeks flushing red even more, but he thought seeing you laughing was beautiful. He always admired you from afar during the war, but he was so busy leading the armies and you with the stress of your mother’s state. Neither had a chance to speak to one another properly. Then, after the war, he had to return to his lands and tend to them, and you were crowned the queen. 

After your giggles, you smiled at him, noticing how he stared at you like you were the moon, blushing you asked him to walk with you. Walking in serene silence, your fingers brushed against one another. You smiled at the feeling as you wondered how his lands were doing. 

Benji smiled at you, “It's going well; we are recuperating from the war; it helps that since my lady aunt Alysanne has married lord Stark, the Brakens haven’t tried to enter our lands…forgive me, I should…” Falter Benji worried you would become upset hearing about his house's feud with the Brakens. 

Seeing this, you turned to him, grasping his hands, “ Benjicot… we fought a war together. I saw how the Brakens treated your family. I do not mind hearing your worries, my lord. On the contrary, I wanted to ask why there hasn’t been an official border separating your lands from theirs?” 

Benji smiled wry at you, “We have in the past, but… no offense to your grandsire, but he did not deem it essential to discuss.” 

You sighed, knowing your grandsire had made many mistakes, including allowing Otto Hightower free reign in his kingdom. You will not make the same foolish mistakes. 

Smiling, you replied, “How about a moon after the ball? I invite houses Blackwood and Bracken to set a clear border separating your lands finally. Hopefully, this will stop the bloodshed between the two houses.” 

Benji gaped at you. He couldn’t believe you would do that for him and his family after many years and losses. He quickly thanked you, kissing your hand as you graced him with a pearly smile. You noticed you had been gone for a while, and Rhaena would probably start worrying. You two walked back towards the ballroom, taking your time, not wanting to leave each other's company, as Benji asked how he could repay your generosity. 

Humming, you finally clicked that he was here at the ball; he was an eligible suitor, and House Blackwood was loyal and fierce. What better match than them than him? 

“Lord Blackwood, I just remembered you are here tonight. Were you going to try for my hand like the other lords?” you asked, hoping he said yes. It would be easier to explain your decision to him. 

Benjicot froze as he tensed his shoulders. He hoped you had forgotten the purpose of so many houses here. He decided to tell you a white lie so your rejection would not hurt. 

“I came to celebrate you, my queen, but yes, I came to look for a potential wife… so many houses came that my advisors are pushing me to try and…charm a lady to want a marriage alliance with my house…but-” 

You frowned, a lady? “Not a queen?” you interrupted as you watched his face; he seemed shocked by your question.

Gulping, Benji noticed your eyes sharpened. “No, my queen, I could never insult you like that. What could my house ever bring to you in a marriage?” 

Your eyes softened at his humble words; all these lords came flocking their houses and praising what a potential marriage would bring to the realm and the crown. Yet here was one lord who truly enjoyed her company, not looking for marriage because he believed he was not worthy of such a thought. 

As you walked closer, you stroked his cheek before moving your hand to his lips, your thumb caressing his lips as you whispered. 

“House Blackwood stood by my mother throughout the war; you fought bravely in battles for my family, reclaiming Kingslanding and all without thinking of any sort of payment. Even today, while every lord flocked to me like peacocks showing off their ‘qualities,’ you humbly state how you feel you are not worthy. You still expected nothing from me, even once I said I would build a border to keep your lands safe from the Brakens. What more could I ever ask for a future king consort? You, my lord, are different, and I cannot help but ask for you at least think of marriage with me.” 

Benji smiled, leaning closer to you, “Is that a command from you, my queen?” 

Grinning, seeing how he never rejected your confession, you leaned closer, your lips nearly touching, “If it is, would you accept my lord?” 

Huffing in a quiet laugh, “As my queen commands of me,” he replied, kissing you sweetly. 

Melting into his embrace, you smiled at his kiss, feeling the future in his arms seemed brighter. 

[elaratyrell]

Daemon Targaryen x Fem! Reader x Jacaerys Velaryon {Lessons In Lovemaking}

*All images found on Pinterest*

Requested By: @thatsgayyouknow

Warnings: Threesome, double penetration, unprotected sex, piv sex, anal, vaginal and anal fingering, oral (fem receiving), face sitting, language, use of kepa, Jace's monster dick, Daemon is technically cheating on Rhaenyra, drinking... I think that's it... this is pure filth *Divider from Firefly Graphics*

Request/Synopsis: “Hi I was wondering if you could do something where Daemon is helping show Jace how to please his lover. If you could possibly fill it with has much smut as possible and maybe even do it where the reader takes both of them at the same time.”

A/N: Reader is described as having Valyrian ancestors but this won't affect their appearance as it was hundreds of years ago

*Not fully proof read*

You had been feeling eyes on you all evening.

You were slowly growing used to the feeling of being watched during banquets like this, what with being married to Prince Jacaerys for several moons now. Being the Princess of Dragonstone came with its share of benefits and disadvantages, it seemed.

But this time it felt different.

Amongst the stares of the various high lords and nobles of the kingdom trying to get a look at their new princess, there was one that felt like it was burning straight through you. It was a hungry, intense gaze.

One with lustful intentions.

And it wasn’t coming from your husband.

Your gaze travelled to where that piercing look was coming from, your eyes locking with a pair of lilac ones.

Your father in law, Daemon Targaryen, had his eyes locked on you ever since you'd sat down.

Occasionally, his gaze flickered over to his wife, Rhaenyra, murmuring an agreement to whatever she was saying or pressing a kiss to her palm, but otherwise it was entirely focused on you.

You were dressed in a deep red gown with black lace detailing. Half of your hair was twisted into a braid crown and pinned back, a tiara of gold and rubies adorning your head.

You were every bit a Targaryen princess.

The match with Jacaerys arose due to your family, along with having Valyrian ancestry, bending the knee for Rhaenyra and supporting her as heir after the death of her father. Fortunately, her younger half brother Aegon had declined to oppose her, and she was crowned. While your marriage to Jacaerys was indeed an arranged affair, you had managed to find love with the young prince, and he with you.

You were the very image of young love that had only bloomed since your nuptials.

There was only one slight crack in your relationship.

Intimacy.

You and Jacaerys were both young and inexperienced on your wedding night. You were thankful that he declined the bedding ceremony, the both of you basking in the warm glow of your private chambers all night.

But since then, moments such as that had been sparse between the two of you, and while Jace had been an attentive and loving husband, you found yourself yearning for more intimacy between the two of you. Any attempts at initiating such things had resulted in Jace telling you that it was late and you were both too tired, or that he didn't want to hurt you, bringing up memories of your discomfort on your wedding night.

It wasn't your fault he was incredibly well endowed.

You were sure that you could both navigate yourselves through the act of lovemaking without bringing you pain.

You just needed to explore that aspect of your relationship more.

And you had decided that tonight would be that night.

Perhaps it was because of the way you had been alone with your thoughts for most of the evening, perverse desires swimming in your mind, or the fact that Jace's touch, whether it was placing his hand over yours, or on your thigh in an innocent manner, a source of comfort...

Or perhaps it was the way Daemon's stare had made your thighs rub together and your skin flush with heat.

No matter the reason, your lips found Jace's the moment he closed your chamber doors behind him, and while initially taken aback by your rather bold action, he eagerly kissed back, his hands travelling to rest on your back while yours tangled in his hair. You smirked against his lips as you felt the lace of your dress loosen.

Once your dress was undone, pooling around your feet, you attempted to tug off Jace's clothes, but he lightly grabbed your wrists, his forehead resting against yours, your chests heaving and lips swollen.

"I... can't..."

"Why not?" You whispered, eyes locking with his. "Jace... I need you. I want you. I want to feel you. Feel loved by you."

"I don't want to hurt you-"

"You won't."

"How do you know that?"

"There are things that can be done to ensure that the act is not painful, but pleasurable. I have read about it-"

"Y/N!"

"Jace, you left me with no other choice," You suddenly snapped, chest heaving. "We have not been intimate since our wedding."

"I know... and believe me, my love, I have yearned to be close with you as well," Jace sighed, taking your hands in his. "But you know that we are not exactly well educated in the act of love making. Look at who we were surrounded with to teach us. Me, with my alcoholic uncle who viewed women as objects and you, with two married sisters who refused to speak on the subject-"

"It seems you could use some guidance in the matter."

You and Jace both turned to see Daemon leaning in the open doorway, arms folded and a slight smirk on his face. Jace stepped between his stepfather than you, an arm protectively outstretched to protect your dignity.

"You could have granted us the liberty of knocking to prepare us for your arrival," Jace spoke, his voice surprisingly stern, almost authoritative, as he addressed his stepfather. Usually his tone would be more respectful, but when you were involved, he didn't care who he was addressing.

"I was about to, but I found your conversation to be far too interesting," Daemon replied, taking a step forward.

"That's close enough," Jace said, his arm pushing you further behind him. Daemon tilted his head, taking another step towards his stepson.

"I merely wish to offer my... expertise, on your issue."

"We do not require such guidance from you."

Daemon smirked. "This doesn't just concern you, Jacaerys. What about you, byka mēre?" [little one]

The way those Valyrian words dripped from his tongue made a shudder run down your spine, your thighs squeezing together.

"She does not need you or your silver tongued words-" Jace began, but he was silence by Daemon raising a hand.

"I was not addressing you, Jacaerys," He said dismissively, curling a finger towards you to beckon you closer.

Jace's grip on your waist loosened as you pulled away from him, hesitantly stepping towards Daemon.

"There you are, byka mēre," His smirk was like a serpent's as he spoke in that honeyed tone. Gentle, but with an edge. Something lingered behind it, and it just took one look into his eyes, the way his pupils darkened when focused on her, to know why. "Tell me, what do you wish to know?"

"I..." You tried to speak, but your mouth was completely dry. You could practically feel yourself shrink in front of Daemon's imposing stare. His presence filled the room, and you couldn't help but find yourself in awe of him.

"Do not tell me you are suddenly feeling shy, little dove," Daemon murmured, reaching out to run his thumb over your lower lip. "You can tell me."

"I... well... I wish to know how to be... how to feel..."

"How to feel true pleasure?" He asked, eyes glittering like amethysts. She nodded, and he turned to address his stepson.

"Have you not been satisfying your beautiful bride, Jacaerys?" He raised an eyebrow.

"That is none of your concern."

"But your wife wishes it to be. Do you want me to help you, byka jorrāelagon?" [little love]

"Daemon-"

"I do," Your voice was nothing more than a hushed murmur, but both Daemon and Jace heard you, the latter shooting you a look of slight hurt.

"Do you hear that Jacaerys? She wants me to guide her."

"You will not touch her," Jace glared, fists clenched.

"That is not your choice to make," Daemon replied with a smirk. "Do you want me to touch you, little one?" He asked, earning a nod from you in response.

"I will not have this-"

"Do you wish for your wife to be happy, Jacaerys?" Daemon interrupted his stepson, raising an eyebrow.

"Well... well yes..."

"You want her to feel satisfied? To feel pleasure?"

"Of course-"

"And giving her such pleasure would make her happy, yes?"

Jace breathed out a sigh, his gaze fixed on the ground and his jaw clenched. "...Yes..." He spoke through gritted teeth.

"Then surely that means that whatever your wife wishes... you should grant her? Or in this instance... allow me to grant her?"

Jace's gaze snapped up to meet Daemon's. "Do you not have any loyalty to my mother? To your wife?"

"Of course I do, Jacaerys," Daemon replied smoothly. "But your pretty little wife here wishes for the guidance I have offered. Do not fret," His lip curled into a smile. "I will make sure it is not a regular occurrence."

Jace looked at you, meeting your gaze as you silently pleaded with him.

"Even if it goes against your wishes," Daemon added. "I'm sure it will only be a matter of time before your wife seeks me out. So, we can do this tonight... or whenever she finds me in private-"

"Fine!" Jace exclaimed, letting out a deep breath. "Very well."

You rushed over to him, cupping his face in your hands and pressing your lips to his. "Thank you, my love. Do not fret, I will make this up to you." You whispered, pressing another kiss, this time to his cheek, as he took your hands in his.

"If this is what you truly want, I will not stand in your way of happiness," He murmured, laying a kiss to the back of your hand.

"I love you."

"And I you, dearest." He mustered you a small smile, kissing your other hand before letting you go. You stepped back, giving him one last smile before turning to Daemon, who outstretched a hand towards you.

"Shall we, byka mēre?"

You nodded, taking his hand and allowing him to lead you over to the bed.

"If you feel overwhelmed, little one, you need only tell me. I will stop. I give you my word of that."

"I assure you, your grace, I will not require that."

"You need not call me that, byka jorrāelagon, " Daemon murmured, looking down at you. "You may call me kepa. Understood?"

"Yes," You replied. "Kepa." You quickly added.

"Jacaerys, you may either step outside or take a seat. I do not require you at this moment" Daemon said, glancing over to his nephew. "Actually, I think that you had better watch. You will need to stay to learn how a lady can be pleasured."

Jace slumped down in a chair by the fireplace, glaring at his stepfather's rather smug expression, his jaw clenched, no doubt to hold back any words he may regret. He did not wish to upset you, or deny you your wish, and Daemon had a larger influence, over both the kingdom and Rhaenyra that he could use to his advantage should Jacaerys change his mind.

He didn't want to push you away.

So he would bite his tongue, and hold himself back for tonight.

"Right now, little dove," Daemon's attention was now fully focused on you. "First, let's remove these undergarments. Let me see you."

His touch lit your skin on fire as his hands slid down your arms to settle on your waist before moving to your back. You let out a small gasp at the ripping sound as he tore the garment from you body, letting it fall to the floor, leaving you completely bare before him.

His lilac gaze darkened as he circled around you, like a predator around its prey.

Because that is what you were.

His prey for tonight.

And he was going to devour you.

"My, my, what a stunning little creature you are. I can see why my stepson is so enamoured with you..." He murmured, fingertips tracing the curve of your spine, sending an involuntary shiver at his touch. "Do not worry, little dove," He added, coming to stand in front of you, his hands moving to cup your face. "Kepa will take good care of you. Lay down on the bed for me, little one."

Complying with his orders, you settled yourself on the bed behind you, the silken sheets smooth against your bare skin.

"Sȳz riña,"[good girl] He praised, ridding himself of his tunic and undershirt to expose his toned torso to you. He was healthy, strong, with a warrior's body.

"You enjoy what you see, jorrāelagon mēre?"[dear one] He smirked slightly at your lustful gaze. Hesitantly, you nodded, making the smirk widen. "You need not shy away from me, dārilaros, my purpose tonight is to help you, to fulfil your wishes, understood?" [princess]

"Yes, kepa," You murmured, gazing up at him with those eyes of yours, wide like a does as he leaned forward to capture you lips in a hungry kiss, one that was full of desire and unbridled lust, one that consumed you. It did not contain the passion and tenderness of Jace's, but sent a jolt of excitement through you nonetheless.

Daemon nipped at your lower lip, a whimper slipping through as you parted your lips to allow his tongue to enter your mouth. He gently pushed you down so you were laying on your back, one hand bracing himself above you while the other moved to your breast, rolling a hardening nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He made sure to settle himself on one side of you so Jacaerys could get a full view of the way your body reacted to his touch, so he could see the way you arched into Daemon as his lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses in his wake, his hand still fondling your breast.

You tilted your head back against the pillows as his teeth grazed the sweet spot at the base of your throat, your breath hitching slightly. Daemon smirked against your neck, his lips latching onto the spot and sucking into the skin. His hand left your breast, tracing along the curve of your waist, your hips, your stomach, before settling to part your legs. Dipping between them, he glided a finger between your folds, gathering your arousal on his forefinger.

"So wet with desire for me already, byka mēre," He murmured, lifting his head from your neck where the skin had began to bloom with the irritation from his teeth. He lifted the finger to his lips, tasting you. "Heavenly. However did you restrain yourself Jacaerys? If I had your privilege I would feast on you every night, dārilaros."

"H-he said... he said he didn't want to hurt me..." You breathed out, chest heaving already from the attention Daemon had given you.

"That is because he doesn't know how to prepare you, dove," Daemon replied. "But do not worry, kepa will help you."

It didn't hurt when he inserted his first finger inside of you, or even the second, stretching your walls as his thumb lazily circled your clit.

"Be patient, byka mēre," He tutted as you desperately bucked your hips against his fingers, desperate for more friction. "We don't want this to be over quickly, do we? I have you all night, and I tend to take advantage of that."

The way he'd murmur those words only grew your desire for more. You wanted him inside of you, to feel him stretch you out and join you as one. But you also understood he was there to guide and teach you the ways of pleasure.

And you knew he was going to take his sweet time.

Your hands braced on his shoulders, nails digging crescent marks into his skin as he pushed a third finger inside.

"Does it hurt?"

"A... a little..." You whispered. "But please don't stop, kepa. Please... keep going."

"As you wish, dārilaros," He smirked, pumping his fingers in and out of you, his thumb still circling your sensitive bud.

It wasn't long until you came undone for the first time that night. The way Daemon's fingers curled against you and the way he'd press against your clit soon sending you over the edge.

Daemon lifted his fingers to your lips. "Open, little one," He husked, lilac eyes blown with lust as you sucked his fingers clean.

"Sȳz riña." [good girl]

His replaced his fingers with his lips, humming to himself as he tasted you on your lips. You wrapped your legs around his waist, rolling your hips against his.

"Wait did I say about patience?" He whispered against your ear, catching the lobe between his teeth. "It isn't me I'm preparing that sweet little cunt for, jorrāelagon mēre..." [dear one]

His whisper sent a shudder straight through you, head tilting to the side to focus on where Jace was sat by the fireplace, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles were white, those usually warming brown eyes now black, chest heaving with heavy breaths as his bulge strained beneath his breeches.

You knew Jace was struggling to maintain his composure, that it was only a matter of time before he snapped.

You kept your gaze locked on him as Daemon kissed your neck, tongue gliding over the bruise he'd left earlier before focusing his attention on your breast, teeth catching your nipple and making your head tilt back in pleasure. Breathy moans filled the room as he paid the same attention to your other breast before leaving a line of kisses down your stomach, your hips, before his head settled between your legs, draping them over his shoulders.

He feasted on you like a man starved, groaning at your sweet taste while your fingers tangled in his silver tresses. Every time his tongue would press against your clit, or flick against your walls made you roll your hips against him, fingers tugging at his hair that only made him growl against your, the vibrations only tightening the coil twisting in the pit of your stomach.

Your thighs squeezing around his head only made him bury his tongue deeper inside of you, rolling onto his back so you were now straddling his head. His hands planted themselves on your waist, guiding your hips to roll down against him, nose brushing against your clit.

Daemon had a reputation for having a skilled silver tongue, and he certainly put it to good use, bringing you to the brink once again, eagerly lapping at your juices like it was the finest feast in the seven kingdoms.

You let out deep gasps of breaths as you moved yourself from Daemon, who sat up beside you, lips glistening with your arousal.

"I think you might be ready, don't you?" He asked, hooking his finger beneath your chin so your eyes locked with his. You nodded, Daemon smirking and brushing your hair from your eyes. "Alright, little one. Jacaerys." He called over to his stepson the way an owner would to a dog, but Jacaerys rose to his feet all the same, his brisk strides bringing himself to your side in an instant, his hand protectively resting on shoulder as he glared at his uncle.

"It seems she's ready for you." Daemon said, pouring himself a goblet of Dornish wine. "Be gentle, let her set the pace. Perhaps you should be on top, byka mēre," He suggested, that glint in his eyes making Jace narrow his in suspicion. "Don't tell me you are going to back away now, Jacaerys," Daemon continued. "It will upset your dear wife so."

"Of course I haven't," Jace replied, his voice stern and clear, but when he looked at you, his glare directed at his stepfather softened. "If she still wants this." He added, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head as you insisted your stance had not changed. "As you wish, my love," He murmured, standing from the bed to rid himself of his clothing.

Jacaerys leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours and pulling you into his arms so he could manoeuvre you both, him laying on his back and you straddling his waist, his hardened cock pressing against you. His hands found your waist as you positioned yourself above him, slowly lowering yourself onto him, your head tilted back and mouth slightly agape at the heavenly feeling of him stretching your walls.

"Does it feel alright?" Jace whispered.

You nodded, leaning down to kiss him again. "I'm fine," You murmured against his lips.

The sound of Daemon's empty goblet being placed back down on the table echoed around the room, making you pull away from Jace, looking behind you to see Daemon removing the rest of his clothes.

"Hold on, you said-"

"I said she was ready for you, I never said that I was finished with her yet," Daemon interrupted his stepson's protests, walked behind you to whisper in your ear.

"Do you think you can take me as well, dārilaros," He whispered, warm breath fanning against the shell of you ear. He let out a small hum of approval at your nod of response, lips pressing against your shoulder as he leaned you forward slightly.

"Relax for me, byka mēre," He cooed in your ear, his finger teasing the entrance to your puckered hole. "Kepa will not hurt you unless you wish for him to."

You clenched around his finger as he slowly pushed it into you, gently moving it in and out. Beneath you, you felt Jace's cock twitch inside of you, as though pleading with you to move. His gaze was focused on you as your expression twisted into one of pleasure, your hands braced against his chest as Daemon continued working on preparing you for him.

When he deemed you were ready, he slowly entered you, hand holding your hip to keep you in place as he sheathed himself inside of you.

The feeling of being filled up by the two of them was almost euphoric, Daemon stretching you out perfectly despite not being as well endowed as Jacaerys (although still impressive).

"Are you ready, dōna mēre?"[sweet one] Daemon asked, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck.

"Yes... please kepa... please let me move..." You whispered.

"Ssh, little one," He hushed you. "It's alright. You can move when I tell you, understood? When I pull out of you, that's when you can move, yes?"

You nodded. "Yes, I understand, kepa."

"Sȳz riña," Daemon whispered, lips brushing against your temple as he slowly drew out of you, his grip on your hip loosening to allow you to move up and down along Jace's length. When you lifted yourself off of him, Daemon entered you once again, establishing a slow but steady rhythm.

You let out a moan as Jace pressed a thumb against your swollen pearl, the sensitive bud sending another jolt of pleasure through you as Daemon picked up the pace, guiding your hips faster. Jace sat up to capture your lips with his, more passionate than the last.

The kiss broke as Daemon grabbed your hair, tugging your head back to replace Jace's lips with his, exposing your throat for Jace to lay his own claim on you.

After your two previous orgasms, you knew you wouldn't last longer, and when Jace applied more pressure to your clit and Daemon snapped his hips against your ass, you were tipped over the edge, your third orgasm of the evening coming over you like a tidal wave.

Daemon's hips stuttered against you, and stood still for a moment as he reached his release, laying a kiss to the top of your head as he slowly pulled out of you, using his finger to push any of his load back into your hole.

"Finish inside of her Jacaerys," He said, stepping back. "I'm sure she'd look quite heavenly with her stomach swollen with your heir."

You had been waiting all evening for Jace to snap, to take control, and Daemon's comment must have triggered something within him, as the next thing you knew, you're husband had you pinned down beneath him as he rutted into you like a depraved animal, his mouth on yours swallowing the moans and cries that ripped through you at the relentless pace he'd set.

"Do you want that?" He all but growled against her lips. "To be swollen with my heir? My babe?"

"Please Jace..." You breathed. "Ñuha dārilaros, ñuha zaldrīzes, fill me with your seed so that I may grant you an heir." [my prince, my dragon]

And with that, Jace spilled himself inside of you, and like Daemon, he made sure none of his release went to waste, pushing it back inside of you.

"It seems my work here is done," Daemon smirked, redressing himself. "Well done, Jacaerys, I hope you grant your wife her wishes more often now." He walked over to where you were sprawled out on the bed, covered in a sheen of sweat. He crouched down and leaned forward, his lips hovering over your ear as he whispered so only you could hear.

"If you require me again, ñuha dārilaros, you need only ask," You could practically hear the smirk as he purred into your ear. "I'm sure nobody would bat an eye if your babe was born with silver hair. Jacaerys does carry the blood of the dragon in his veins." [my princess]

And with a gentle kiss to your forehead, he rose to his feet, and left, closing the door behind him and leaving you and Jacaerys to catch your breaths, and realise what in seven hells had just happened.

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We gave our time to something undefined

Summary: Aemond receives a late night visitor. Paring: Aemond Targaryen x Rhaena Targaryen Word Count: 2.7k+ Warnings: Kissing, oral (f receiving), fingering, loss of virginity, and Aemond is still the consent king 👑. Author's Note: This is part 2 of Quietly, it slips through your fingers though I may do a third, as they have me hostage Gif edit by the wonderful @myfandomprompts. A big thank you to my beloved @aemondsbabe for being my beta reader and helping me hone my craft. Also ñuhon is Valyrian for mine, and sȳz riña is good girl, but I trust you all already know that one. 😈

Aemond was poised in front of the fireplace, dressed in cotton sleeping trousers and a tunic that was unbuttoned to his navel; his silver hair was slung over his shoulder in a low braid. A golden hue spilled from the hearth and washed over his practiced stoicism, his one eye trained to the flames that were crackling and curling around the blackened logs.   

His arm was stretched on the rest, his fingers drumming a slow rhythm to battle how his heart was still rattling against his ribs; his other was bent, fingers pressed into his prominent chin. He swore he could still smell the remnants of the heaven he had touched earlier, something that was both sweet and intoxicating, something that now consumed him wholly. 

He thought back to earlier that night, to after he had torn away from the small hall, his heated steps leading him throughout the corridors in a desperate search for an exit that would bring him outside of King’s Landing. He knew that Vhagar would be awaiting him, the she-dragon keenly aware of her rider’s agitation. Aemond longed to climb aback of her, to tear over the night sky, as if his ire could only be sated by dragonback. 

Or so he initially thought. 

He could not say what had stopped him—perhaps the low rumble of his nuncle. It pulled him to watch from the shadows as Daemon and his daughter, Baela, took their turns to growl at one another about the night’s events.

Rhaena was also present, also watching. 

She was a woman now, with the same quiet confidence Aemond recalled as he watched her observe her father and her sister. He noted that she did not meet with their bravado on display, but instead remained watchful; her head tilted slightly with a flicker of amusement across her lovely features. 

It reminded Aemond of Driftmark, all those years ago when everyone gathered to grieve, to pay their respects for Lady Laena. He was only a boy but still aware of the  heavy sadness in her eyes that absorbed everything around her. He recalled when her gaze fell to him, how it rooted him to the stone. Rhaena watched at his failed attempt to try and speak from his heart; she did not scowl, but merely held a clear curiosity for whatever he had to say. 

Instead, his tongue thickened and he  walked away, the grief unsaid. 

How quickly her expression changed later that night, how her lovely eyes burned with betrayal when he sauntered back, covered in ash, dragonless no more—

“—I know Dark Sister sings for blood,” and the taunting words brought Aemond back to see Baela  squaring off towards Daemon. At that same moment, Rhaena noticed him, as if she was drawn to how his blood now burned in his veins. 

Aemond stalked away, quickly and quietly, his ire rekindled. He thought of the patronizing expression that had shown in the lines of Daemon’s face. Arrogance will weigh the dragon down, his sister often sang; Aemond only scoffed at the thought.  

You have lived too long, nuncle.

He heard the footfalls echoing behind, though he did not think they would follow him out to the terrace. Aemond planted his palms to the cool stone of the balustrade, greeted by the sea breeze and the distant rumble of Vhagar. He then felt her presence, that same curiosity from long ago. 

You are lost, princess.

Aemond wished to frighten her, but she did not balk, but remained stance, facing him just as Baela had Daemon. Her gaze was unwavering, analyzing, almost desperate to see what was underneath. His fingers itched to show her, removing the eyepatch but even then she responded in a way that he never thought possible. 

There was no pity to be found, just a genuine remorse that left him shattered—the softness and the warmth of her lips against his marred side, his skin prickling from her touch. 

Back in his room, Aemond could feel the warmth emitting from the embers in front of him, or perhaps it was from the memory of what had followed that kiss, of how she fit against his chest, of how she looked up at him unabashed, unafraid, unwilling to leave him. 

His fingers flexed, balling back into a fist, still feeling the ghost pulse of her erratic heartbeat from the pleasure he had pulled from her… 

His blood simmered, but a soft tap on his door brought his mind back into his room. Aemond moved, a flash of silver to welcome the distraction. When he opened the door, Rhaena slipped in; she was quick to pull it closed behind her, her back pressing against the oak, breathless. 

His every nerve was alight as he drank in the sight of her–her deep breaths, the rise and fall of her chest, her lithe curves pressing the pastel silk of her nightdress and her skin peering through the matching silk robe hastily pulled over. Her silver locs had been knotted back into a long braid, accompanied with a pleasant scent of rose water. 

Her eyes held the same look from earlier, wide and glassy, uncertain but also unwilling to leave. 

Aemond swallowed. 

You came, he wished to say, but his arrogance won his tongue. “So soon, princess?” 

I had to see you, she did not reply, but instead her face shifted into a coy facade. “You told me to come find you if I wished to find satisfaction…” 

Her words ignited something within him and Aemond closed the space between them. His one palm grabbed her hip and the other moved to touch her jaw, gently tilting her head to claim her lips just as he had out on the terrace. Her trepidation from before was gone, now replaced with a warm familiarity as her tongue curled in rhythm with his own. 

Aemond hummed his pleasure and Rhaena pulled him closer until he melded against her, the surge of fire meeting fire with a burning desperation. She gasped softly and he deepened the kiss, drawing the air from her aching lungs. His leg shifted between her thighs with a pressure that made her mewl, softly, sweetly. It trilled the length of his spine, his cock throbbing against the seams of his slacks. 

He pulled back and reached for her hand, her fingers lacing as though they belonged in his grasp. She followed quietly as he pulled her towards the bed, a giggle spilling, gleeful. Then Aemond paused and turned to face her again; his large hands moved to cradle her jaw, holding her gaze, and her skin rippled with gooseflesh from the contrast of his gentle touch and the roughness of his palms. 

“This will only go as far as you wish it too,” his voice was low, his words tinged with a fear that she would simply change her mind and leave. 

But instead hope bloomed with the flutter of her lashes, her lips curling into a smile as she stepped closer to capture his lips. Her hands knotted into the loose fabric of his tunic and she pulled him closer still, smiling. Aemond thrummed from the taste of passion, tilting her head to savor the kiss. 

The silk she had been wearing was now a puddle at her feet, and Aemond discarded his tunic, his hands pausing at the waistband of his pants. He looked at Rhaena, watching her carefully, the black now swallowing the blues and the purples of his one intensive eye, an amber gleam flickering in the sapphire of his other. 

Her smile remained as she took a step back, resting on the edge of the bed. She did not look away from him as his eye trailed over her soft curves, admiring the golden glow of the fire on her brown skin, how it rose with the night air, her nipples pebbling in response. 

Beautiful, he does not say but instead swallowed to wet his throat. “That bastard does not deserve you,” his rasped confession wrenched from his lungs. 

Only then did she look at her hands resting on her plush thighs, and offered a soft hum in return. The boldness that had brought her to his room continued her motion, her hands reaching to grab the waistband of his slacks, her fingers precariously placed above the heady bulge that pressed against the crotch. 

He felt his blood roaring to stain his cheeks as her eyes washed over his bare body, trailing the silver scars now displayed, the lines that cut into his trim waist before she met with his gaze again. Aemond allowed himself a step closer, a heavy sway, moving between her parted thighs until he was close enough for her to softly touch his unmarred side, until he could feel her breathless whisper hot against his skin– 

“Then claim me.”  

And he burned with how each syllable dripped with the honey that spilled from her kiss-swollen lips. “Aōhon ynot sahās,” she said, her eyes locking onto him. 

Make me yours.

His hand covered her own, turning his head until his lips feathered the pulse of her wrist. “Ñuhon,” he growled against her skin, mine, and then he pushed forward until she melted into the mattress, lifting her legs and welcoming him into the cradle of her hips. 

His mouth was hot, ravenous, only allowing her a moment to breathe when he moved his attention to the curve of her jaw and to her neck. His teeth nipped at her skin, leaving dark plumes of color in his wake. 

He could feel her trembling beneath him, her head falling back with a gasp. “Aemond!” 

It was his siren song, those sweet sounds from the terrace. They remained with his steps that brought him back to his room, echoing in his mind until it curdled the marrow of his bones, a dull ache that knotted his lower organs. He wished to draw those same sounds but with his tongue; his hands pressed to open her thighs further, and he sank between them to place an intimate kiss that made her shudder in response. 

She was slick, a taste divine, and his tongue trailed between her folds until he felt her hands knotting in his hair. He feasted between her thighs with a hold that dimpled the softness of her skin, anchoring himself to her core. Aemond pulled her towards a new plateau of pleasure with his mouth, his tongue laving until she tried to writhe away. 

Her back arched with the expanse of her chest begging for air, her hands moving for fistfuls of bed linen to ground herself. Her lips parted with a wordless cry as his dexterous fingers curled within her. “Aemond,” she panted, panicked, but he touched her with familiarity, feeling how her every fiber sang for him: heart thrumming, muscles tensing, desperate for more. 

Aemond hummed against her cunt and the low vibration caused a soft cry, a pulse of her velvet walls around his fingers. “Sȳz riña,” he murmured, adding another finger that met with the tandem of his first. His tongue returned to carve through her sweet lips with an unrelenting pace that pulled her towards her peak. 

It shuddered throughout her, a sob spilling that Aemond moved to muffle with a kiss, his praises soothing against her lips: “Sȳz riña, sȳz riña.” He melted into her warmth, her body pliant and molded against him. His arms caged her to the bed and his cock twitched, the heat from her bare cunt calling and pulling him closer.

Rhaena squirmed beneath him, and he tried to lift his weight but her nails bit into his waist, stopping him. “Aemond,” she was breathless, almost begging. “Please, I–” but she faltered to find her words. He could feel her pulse still fluttering against his chest, and she swallowed thickly. 

“Aōhon ynot sahās,” she repeated, a desperation now touching her tone.

Aemond felt his heart seize in his chest, and he tilted his head for a gentle kiss. “We will begin slowly,” his voice rasped with his reserve, “I promise.” 

She nodded and he was careful to slot his slender hips between her thighs, his swollen cock heavy and pressing against one side. She sighed, and he looked to see her drunken smile splayed on her lips as he nestled against her. His arm weaved between to guide himself, and she tensed from the unfamiliar pressure, his swollen head sliding through her folds and lining with her entrance. 

A muscle ticked in his jaw with his concentration, his slow thrusts sinking into her warmth with a shuddering halt when his hips met with hers. Aemond then stilled, watchful, worried, seeing how her face was clouded. He moved to kiss her, his body shifting against hers, and she let out a small noise that he swallowed. 

“Rhaena…”

Her eyes fixated on him, and he felt the fire in her veins pressing towards the surface. Her head nodded yes, a whispered, “Kostilus,” please, and only then did his hips begin to move. Her tension began to fall away with his slow rut, his rhythm continuing. She mewled softly, canting her hips to meet the snap of his own, sparking something different, something deeper, and he felt her tighten around him.

Aemond hummed, and his pace quickened with the lewd sound of skin-to-skin. The heat curling in his core began to spread under his skin, a bowstring taut to nearly snap at the sound of her breathless cries, the pulsing of her velvet walls that pulled him after. 

He groaned, his hip stuttering, and his brow pressed to her own. He felt her legs wrapping around his waist and  looked at her. Rhaena combed her fingers through the silver hair that spilled from his braid, pulling him close for a kiss. 

“Stay with me,” his voice was low, blooms of red staining his cheeks. “Kostilus,” he added.

Please.

Rhaena kissed him with the promise to stay and only then did he pull away. He pulled on his slacks again, unbuttoned, and moved towards the wash basin to grab a clean cloth. Aemond turned on his heel and saw her, bashfulness now replacing her boldness from before, wrapped in the sheets. Her eyes were wide, glassy, and filled with something he now understood.

Desire, thrumming with the ichor of Old Valyria that ran rampant in their veins. 

He moved towards her and a smile curled on her lips, her eyes falling to the sway of his hips and the silver patch that peered lewdly above the waist of his trousers. His hand reached to pull the sheet away while his other began to carefully wipe away his pearly spend. 

She sighed, different than before, now with contentment and a consideration as her thighs fell open to welcome him again. He burned under her sense of awe as she watched his hands move over her skin; Aemond murmured his questions and she promised she felt fine, catching his wrist and bringing it to meet her lips for a kiss. 

He pulled away a second time–the last time he swore–discarding the soiled cloth and pulling through his drawers to retrieve a silk scarf that had been gifted from across the narrow sea. He watched her hands move to wrap her hair and he shyly offered to knot it at the nape of her neck, pressing a chaste kiss there when he finished. 

With their earlier tension spent and staining the sheets, their exchange was now natural, a tethered bond that seemed to be planted on that fateful night of Driftmark. Aemond climbed beneath the covers and his hands could not leave her, pulling her until her back was flushed to his chest, fitting like a missing piece. His arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close enough to feel the thrum of his heart. 

Her voice was soft, breaking the quiet that had settled over them. “What will happen now?” 

His hum reverberated through them and he pulled her closer until his lips could touch her shoulder once, twice, following the curve and pressing against the soft spot under her ear, pressing contemplative kisses before he said: “Tomorrow I will petition the king for your hand in marriage.” 

Rhaena shifted in his arms. “What if he says no?” 

He nuzzled into her neck, smiling against her skin. “Vhagar remembers you,” he began, his breath tickling; she bloomed with his words. “If they say no, I will take you to Driftmark and we will have a ceremony anyway, just as our ancestors did.”

“But what–”

“But nothing,” his tone cut through, a gentle resolve, and he pressed another kiss to the nape of her neck. Rhaena relaxed against him. “Iksā ñuhon.”

You are mine.

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[starogeorgina]

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬

Warning: Swearing, smut

Pairing: Helaena Targaryen × OC

1.05

Helaena’s soft lips meet the side of your neck. “I don’t recall ever seeing you in a dress before. You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” Heat creeps into your cheeks, but you do your best to disguise it. “Although, if I’m completely honest, I feel ridiculous. I’ve never found dresses flattering on me or practical.”

“Practical?” Helaena shuffles further up the bed and takes your hand, gently pulling you down to join her on the uncomfortable bed. “What can’t you do while wearing a dress?”

“Sparing, horseback riding, hunting.”

She rolls her eyes in jest. “You are aware it’s possible to enjoy doing both?”

“I know some ladies enjoy doing both. I just prefer not to. Rhae—Princess Rhaenyra insisted I had this dress, and I didn’t want to cause an argument by saying no.”

“Hm.” Helaena tilts her head back, her hair-free braids flowing down her back. “I think it’s kind of for her to do.”

You shrug. “I suppose.”

Helaena gently traces your jaw line with her; the look she gave you was intense. That was the thing with Helaena; she was beautifully haunted-looking, and her eyes always had a story behind them.

She nuzzles her face into the crook of your neck and, after a moment, starts gently kissing till she reaches the bottom of your ear. Bringing her lips to meet yours, her hand gently grabs your breast. As always, you let Helaena take the lead; sometimes she was content with a simple kiss, and other times she wanted more. Either way, you were happy to be with her. The kiss becomes more heated. Helaena gently pushes you to lay back on the bed, brings your skirts up, then spreads your legs, then her own, before positioning her cunny above your own, then grinds down against you.

Helaena's fingers dig into the flesh of your thigh to keep her stable. Both of you still had your small clothes on, but even with the added layers between you, it still felt incredible with the pressure against your clit. It doesn’t take Helaena long to reach her peak; she grips a hold of your breast as perfect moans leave her mouth.

You come undone not long after, and Helaena curls up next to you.

—

“Can I ask you something?”

Helaena was sitting cross-legged at the foot of the bed, looking content as she worked on her needlework. She nods ever so slightly while remaining focused on the task she was doing.

“Why did you start going to pleasure houses?” You thought it was a fair question to ask since that was where you first met Princess Helaena, and after all this time, why she even started sneaking out of the keep remained a mystery. When she doesn’t answer, you worry you’ve offended her. “You don’t need to tell me if you don’t feel comfortable—”

“Because of Aegon.”

That wasn’t the answer you were expecting, “Aegon?”

“I asked him why he would always go with his friends, and he said aside from dragon riding, it was the only place he could be free. And that’s what I wanted—to be free.”

A woman would never truly be free.

Helaena stops doing her needle work and looks over her shoulder. “You should tell Prince Daemon.”

“Hmm, I’d rather not.”

“I’m making this for the babe. Soon you’ll be married and making things for your own child.”

For some reason, her words make you feel slightly sad. “I’m not like you. I don’t have maternal instincts. I pity any babe I have.”

“You’ll be a great mother one day. Both Lord Stark and any future children will be lucky to have you.”

A few beats pass before speaking again. You swallow thickly and say, “It won’t be long until the sun comes up. I was thinking you haven’t really seen Dragonstone before; you should come join me, and I’ll show you the island. I’m sure Dreamfyre would enjoy it; all the dragons seem to strive there.”

Gently, Helaena cups your cheek; the glossiness of tears has suddenly appeared in them. She looks frightened. “It is our fate, I think, to crave what we cannot have. I am made of spools of green, and you are made of spools of black.”

—

“I’m fine, Ser Marbrand; there is no need to alert Prince Daemon. I only tripped, walking back up.”

The knight looks as if he wants to argue, but he simply nods and closes the door to your quarters. Hearing a familiar squeal, you run over to your window and watch the cannibal take flight from the beach. He had landed next to the carcass of a horse on a small hill higher up on the path you’d normally walk on. Climbing back down on the damp rocks to reach the path you slipped, scraping the side of your left arm before hitting the ground, dirt sticking to your face and hands.

Stepping away from the window, you remove your jacket, sit down in front of your vanity, and start picking leaves from your hair.

The door to your chamber suddenly swings open, and Rhaenyra begins to rush inside. “Vissera!” she gasps. “One of my ladies said you were hurt; why didn’t you call for a maester?”

“I’ve only scratched my arm; I’ll live.”

Her expression is hard to read; she remains tight-lipped for a few moments, then says, “You’ve got dirt in your hair.”

Rhaenyra picks up a comb and gently starts detangling the messed-up hair and brushing the dirt out. Her touch was gentle and motherly, and you absolutely hated the way it made you feel. Rhaenyra wasn’t your mother, and there was no point in allowing yourself to pretend.

A wave of grief suddenly hits you, and you leap from the chair and say, “Stop, just stop!”

Rhaenyra looks completely baffled. She gulps down, "If I have offended you—“

“Offended me?” You scoff. Shaking your head, you say, “Nobody’s here for me.”

You don’t even realize you’re crying until Rhaenyra steps closer to you and wipes away a fallen tear. She attempts to cup your cheek, but you back away from her.

“I know the feeling,” she says softly. “But you aren’t alone. Your father, your siblings, and I all care for you deeply.”

“Aside from my dragon, I’ve spent the last few years alone.”

Her eyes are full of sympathy, which angers you further. You didn’t want her pity. “Your father wanted you here.”

“I always thought Daemon would come back for me, but then he married Lady Laena and had Baela and Rhaena leavening me behind in Runestone without a parent. Then, when Lady Laena died, I thought he might want me. I would have been able to comfort my sisters because I knew what it was like to not have a mother. I even went looking for Daemon on the beach at his wife’s funeral and saw you together on the beach.”

“Vissera…”

“He doesn’t care about anyone, not really.”

“Daemon loves you.”

“No, he doesn’t.” You go and sit on the edge of your bed. Years of pent-up emotions are starting to spill out. “Do you have any idea how many times I visited the brothels in King's Landing just to try and gain his attention? And not once did he care.”

She smiles softly and says, "Oh, he did. There was a reason no man ever tried to be improper with you. He had made it clear anyone who even attempted it would be cut down by dark sister.”

Standing in front of you, Rhaenyra takes your hand in hers. “I apologize if I’ve played a part in making you feel unwanted. You remind me much of myself at your age; I felt completely alone until I had Jace.”

“Didn’t you have Daemon by your side?”

“No,” she says, rubbing at her bump. “He left me when I needed him most.”

You were surprised; for years, you thought it was only yourself he had let down.

—

“I was about to send all the knights on the island looking for you,” your father laughs. He looks between you and Rhaenyra and says, "Is everything okay?”

“Yes.”

You and the princess had a long conversation about her life in the keep, and how lonely she felt, which is why she always went back to your father. Rhaenyra wasn’t completely innocent, but neither were you.

“We were just spending a little time getting to know each other better.”

Rhaenyra discreetly squeezes your hand before going to sit beside your father at the table you'll be dining at. You sit down at the opposite side of the table next to Jacaerys, who gives you an appreciative nod just as the food is served.

Just as the meal was finished, Lucerys handed you a scroll. “I almost forgot; the maester asked me to give you this.”

You doubted that was completely true; Luke probably offered so you would have something to talk about. “Why thank you, Luke.”

He smiles brightly.

You wanted to meet the young boy halfway since he was trying to make an effort with you. “A friend gave me a book about dragons that has blank pages; perhaps in the morrow you can write about Arrax.”

“I’d love to.”

You smile at him, remaining smiling when you open up the scroll. As you read over the handwritten words, you feel your stomach drop. Jacaerys notices the sudden change in your mood and whispers, “What’s wrong?”

It seems the princess who consumed so much of your thoughts no longer wanted to see you. “I suddenly don’t feel well; excuse me.”

You abruptly leave the table and speed walk to the point of almost running back towards your quarters while fighting to hold back tears.

—

The letter Helaena wrote didn’t make sense; the more times you read it, the more confusing it was. It felt off; rejection was one thing, but the wording of it just seemed cruel. Your eyes swelled with fresh tears; it pained you to know this is how she really felt about the time you’d spent together.

There’s a light knock at your door, “come in.”

You expect to see another jug of wine being brought into the room, but instead it’s Jacaerys with a worried look on his face. “I’m guessing you’re feeling better now,” he says, motioning to the empty goblet on your table. “Have you been crying?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Very well. I didn’t mean to bother you; I just wanted to make sure—”

You force a smile, and you brush your braided hair back behind your shoulder. “I said I didn’t want to talk about it, not that I wanted to be alone. Care to join me?”

He looks hesitant; no doubt Rhaenyra wouldn’t be happy if he got drunk with you. Sighing, you say, “You don’t need to drink with me; just stay for a little bit.”

He looks slightly happier with that offer, and he comes to join you at the table.

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Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

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Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: The reader really needed to let all of that anger out, and all those unsaid words and thoughts and gosh we are thankful for it. In times of war comes times of trouble... and desperation...

Chapter 46: Burdens of the realm

You spent the rest of that day in your chambers. Refusing entry to anyone except your maids who brought up your bath and steaming hot water, which you sank into slowly.

Their soft hands had brushed through your hair, pulling away the knots as you bathed, and washing the ash and smoke from your long tendrils.

The bathwater turned a deep sooty colour by the end of their careful washing, and they had left your chambers to bring up new water to rinse you with.

Saria brushed scented oils into your hair before braiding it into a single, long braid down your back for you to sleep in. You had spent considerable time in the bath pulling the ash from beneath your fingernails, the dark soot encrusted in the lines of your palms.

By the time you were out of your bath, and dressed for bed, the sun had been set for many hours and a dark glow had settled in your chambers. You sat on your chaise, staring into the fireplace, watching the flames dance as you let your anger simmer inside of you.

The flames flickered and waved.

Even after all you had done, it would never be enough.

It would never be enough that you had done more than your male peers, because you were a woman. It could never be enough for the realm to be you. You were not a son.

You would never be a son.

You could not completely fault your mother to this. Change does not happen immediately, it will take time, but time is something you were short of. You hoped that during your mothers rein that she could change things.

If not for you, for others to come.

As you stared at the flames, a knock was heard on the thick wooden doors.

You turned your head to look at the carved wood, taking a deep breath to steady yourself, and deciding to ignore the unwanted guest.

A moment passed, and you turned your attention back to the flames again.

Another knock.

You breathed heavily out of your nose, before pushing yourself to stand, ignoring the twinge in your side as you walked to the chamber doors. The grain of the wood crawled the same way, its dark oak smoothed by a steady hand.

The oak echoed with the thud of three soft taps.

Deep breath in. Deep breath out.

You stared at the entrance as your fingers moved to touch the handle of the door, fingers curling around the cold steel. You took a breath, and pulled the handle towards you, opening it up to allow for a gap in the door to look at your visitor.

Rhaenyra stood behind the door, hands clutched together at her front as she looked at your through the gap.

Her eyes looked sad. 

“Can I come in?” Her voice was soft.

Maternal.

You said nothing as you looked her over.

“Please.” She asked again.

You sighed, pulling the door wider, allowing for the Queen to enter your chambers. The door was shut behind her as you stood waiting. If she was to talk, she would need to begin. You had said all that you needed to.

She watched you, eyes scanning your face.

“Could we sit?”

She was trying.

You gave her a soft nod, before following her back in front of the fire, to sit by the chaise. She sat first, looking up at you as you hesitated, before slowly sitting beside her. Your thighs touching hers. 

You loved her more than you could express. But it hurt.

Her head tilted as she watched you, her expression mournful. It reminded you so much of Lucerys. There was just so much of her in him.

She breathed deeply in thought, hands fidgeting in her lap as she thought of what to say. Then as sudden as that meekness came, the power came forward. Her hand came to grab yours, pulling it into her lap.

Physical touch was important to show her affection. You couldn’t remember a single time as a child where she had shown you love without holding you. 

“I have thought all night of how to talk to you, but I find I am lost for words.”

You looked down into your lap. 

Why did you feel guilty? 

Mothers had that sort of power.

“I have watched you grow into such a fierce strong woman…” She paused.

You waited for her next words. For the but that felt like it was coming, for the other shoe to drop. For her to tell you how she resented you. How you were a disappointment, how your actions had changed you forever in her eyes.

“And I could not be more proud.”

You head snapped to look at her.

You were shocked. This was not what you had expected.

“You are everything that I could have hoped for, and more. Unfathomably kind, smart, courageous. Your love and devotion to your family is your biggest strength, and also your weakness.”

There was the other shoe. 

You looked back down, and she squeezed your hand tighter.

“If the realm was different, if this was different, you would be my heir. How could you not be? But the realm is cruel, and unkind to women. They believe us to be better fitted for bed chambers, as decor to the men who hold us on their arms." She paused to breath, her fingers stroking yours in her hand.

"In saying this, I know it is not fair to you. We women are built up, only to be pushed back down, no matter if you are of noble birth or common. Rhaenys had tried to warn me once, when I was younger and I didn't listen.”

You straightened your back.It felt like rubbing salt in the wound.

“I tell you this now, because I had planned to name you my successor. I had plans for you to rule after I did. That is why I prepared you. It was not all for naut, for me to just pull the rug from beneath your feet unkindly. But then... Viserys died…” Her thumb rubbed against your hand and you felt her gaze fall away from you. 

As you looked up, your mother was staring at the fire, watching the flames in the same manor as you had.

“And Aegon was crowned King. The realm was divided before, but now I fear, more than ever, that there may be no winning this war. Even if I sit upon the throne, there will be those who do not accept it. There will be those who conspired with the Greens to place my brother on the Iron Throne, so that a woman would not. To name you successor, would be to put an even larger target on our backs. On yours.”

Rhaenyra’s side profile glowed from the warm light of the fire. Her brow was furrowed as she watched the flames. You looked down at your hands, where her thumb had ceased its comforting stroke.

It was your turn to comfort her.

You reached your other hand to hold hers, pulling it into your lap as you looked down, not raising your eyes even as you felt her gaze come back to you.

The warmth from her hands settled you. 

“I know that you are angry. I know that you are bitter. And you are right to feel this. I felt it the day Rhaenys came to tell us Aegon had usurped the throne. I felt it the day Otto came to give us Aegon’s terms. I know that there isn’t anything that I can say to make this better. To make you not resent me, or your brother, but please know it was not because you aren’t fit to wear the crown.”

The ring on Rhaenyras hand glinted in the flames as she spoke to you, your finger coming to fiddle with the gold.

Anything, but look up at your mother.

“What you did at Riverrun…” She sighed, and you waited. “Was reckless. You could have died, and I had feared I had lost you again… I worry about you… About this… anger you have.”

“Fear is the strongest ally of all.” You murmured.

“I suppose it is.”

“They should fear you. Us.”

“They will.”

"I do this for you. And if not for you, then for them. For Visenya. For Lucerys. For Syndor.”

“You are far too young to know such loss.”

“This is war.”

“Ñuha dōna riña.” (My sweet girl.) She cooed, before pulling your face to her lips, letting them brush against your temple gently, as she placed three kisses there, as she always did.

Like how she always did for Luc.

“I want to fight.” You whispered beneath her.

“Y/n.”

“Please. I cannot bear to sit in these chambers and do nothing. Let me fulfil my duties, if not as your heir, then as your daughter. To the crown. To you.”

You watched her eyes as she thought.

Those light purple irises glowing in the low light of the room. She held so much beauty. It oozed from her pores, from the way she held herself. From the way she just was. 

Both of your mothers hands came to frame your face, holding you to look at her before she nodded.

“I suppose I cannot stop you, even if I tried.”

A smirk pulled on your lips. 

"Give me your word." You demanded softly.

The Queen looked at you unsure.

"Give me your word," You repeated, "That you will let me fight. That you will let me fulfil my duties to ensure your ascension to the Iron Throne. No matter the cost."

Rhaenyra continued to watch you, not answering, eyes full of thought.

"I swear to you, that I will consult you before I act. As my Queen, and as my mother." You assure her.

The silence in the room was heavy as you waited for her to give you her answer. For her to swear to let you fight. To be a true Targaryen Princess. To give your all to her cause and help win back the throne.

"I give you my word." She breathed, and you let yourself relax into her.

It was done.

She pulled you to lean against her shoulder, as you sat in silence, letting the days tension burn away with the fire.

“Is Jacaerys alright?”

“He is fine. Only worried about you.”

You hummed.

“He loves you. More than you know.”

You both sat in silence for some time, held tightly against your mothers side as she brushed a gentle hand up and down your arm, soothing you. There was not much more you could say to each other, but now there was more of an understanding. 

As you felt your eyes begin to grow tired, and slowly drift shut, Rhaenyra gently pulled you up and led you to bed. She tucked you underneath your covers before leaving a soft kiss on your forehead, her lips lingering gently against your skin, then leaving you to fall asleep.

When you woke the next morning, you built up your courage to go and apologise to Jacaerys in his chambers. You had your hair brushed out of its braid, and into a new style, the oil from the night before making your hair smooth and soft to the touch. 

You dressed in all black and at your breakfast slowly, delaying the inevitable.

As you picked at the bread on your table, your door opened, and Jacaerys walked into your chambers, without announcing himself.

“I knew you would be avoiding me, so I came to talk.”

You swallowed the mouthful of crust that sat on your tongue.

“I’m not avoiding you. I had plans to come to you.”

The young prince pulled the chair beside you out and away from the table, before sitting into it heavily, leaning back as he looked at you expectantly. He wore a deep red tunic today, with dark silver buttons lacing him up. His brown hair brushed neatly atop his head.

You rubbed at an eye, as you inhaled deeply, ready to begin your disgruntled apology to your brother.

“I forgive you.”

You cocked your head to the side, brows furrowing.

“I have not apologised?”

“You were about to. Whenever you have to say sorry, your lips pull into a grimace like it pains you to do it.”

You frowned.

“To win this war, we can’t fight amongst each other. If we stand divided, the faster we fall. I know that what you said came from a place of hurt, and anger. And you were right. What would I know of sacrifice?”

You opened your mouth to argue, but he cut you off with a hand raising into the air.

It reminded you of a King.

“Let me finish. You did enough speaking yesterday and now it’s my turn. I will never truly know what it is like for you, or mother, or Rhaenys. I will never know what it is like to be a woman and to have the men of the realm look at you as nothing of consequence. I will never understand the burdens that are placed on your shoulders from birth, nor will I ever begin to understand the ones that you will carry until death. But you can help me understand. Tell me before you get to your breaking point. Do not hold it all in.”

You reached forward to full more bread off of your plate, rolling the soft flesh into a ball before placing it into your mouth to chew. You leant back in your chair watching your brother, waiting for him to continue.

“I was expecting an argument.” He commented.

“None so far. Continue.”

It was like he was apologising to you.

“I had told you before in the Throne Room back in the Red Keep that you deserved the throne, not me. And I meant that. But that is not the way of the world, as much as we both wish different. Hope is a fools ally, and-“

“Don’t quote the Lords now.”

“I don’t wish to see you broken. What you did was stupid. I will not apologise for that. You could have died. You could have cost us the war. You could have given them the upper hand, by having you again. But you didn’t, and so you afforded us a win amongst a sea of losses.”

You watched as Jacaerys leant both elbows onto the table, hands coming to grasp his own on the table in front as he looked at you.

“You are my sister, and I am loyal to you. I will do whatever is in my power to protect you. But I will not fight with you about the succession of the throne. I refuse to. It is a mute point. And something that neither I, nor you, can change. If we are to win this war, we need to do so together.”

“You sound like you’ve spoken to mother.” You smiled shyly.

“I may have. And I hold no shame for it. She is wise, wiser than she lets on.”

“She is.”

“I love you, y/n. And I cannot even imagine what you have endured for all of us. I cannot imagine what you have kept from us in order to protect us. Much like mother. But you can’t keep this going on. You can’t keep sacrificing yourself for others. I know you have that fire inside of you, but one day it will burn you up, and everyone else in its path.”

“Now you do sound like mother.”

“I mean it. You get this look in your eye, it frightens me. And the way you razed that army to the ground like it was nothing? We got word today that there were no survivors. Not a single tent left unburnt, bodies torn and mangled…I do not wish to see my sister become another Maegor.”

“It would be what they deserve.”

“Even still. It comes at a cost. Yourself. And I- we, cannot afford to lose you.”

You nodded, as he watched you. His soft brown eyes watched you before cocking his head to the side lazily, leaning back in his chair to bring his arms to cross in front of him.

“I’m sorry," Your hand came to grab his as you let out the two words,

“I will do better. But I will not sit back and do nothing. I will fight in this war, and you cannot stop me. I will do what is needed, whatever it is, to give us the upper hand. To give us time. To win. I will not allow us to endure any more loss. I will do what I have to, to ensure mothers claim, whatever the cost.”

Jace held your hand as he looked at you, brows furrowed.

“I know you will... And that's what worries me.”

You let out a gentle laugh and went to place more bread in your mouth, watching him observe you with a certain unease. 

“I won’t break.”

Jacaerys eyes do not leave yours.

The chambers are quiet, and in that moment you realise the depth of the silence.

His eyes were so much darker than you remember Ser Harwin's being. They had this deep, brown to them, gold flecked around the edges, so that when his pupils were wide, his eyes looked completely, and utterly black. 

As you stared at each other, the stillness blanketing the room, neither of you responding, it was then, in that moment that you realised what Jacaerys was saying.

He thought you had already broken.

That was what scared him.

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[targayrenss]

Green Skin (II) -Daemon Targaryen

pairing:Daemon Targaryen × Targaryen Oc

Content:Incest, Age-Gap,Angst

•••

Rhaenyra was leaving King's Landing, Alys hadn't stopped crying since she heard the news.

Rhaenyra and her children were her only company lately, Aegon was busy drinking all day, Helaena was obsessed with a new bug in her collection and didn't leave her chambers, Aemond is always studying, and Daren isn't even on landing! King !.

"Why does mother have to go? I don't want Nyra to leave.

Alicent braided her daughter's hair while he comforted her.

—rhaenyra decided, your father and I can't do anything, my love

for a moment only sobs were heard until they faded away.

Do you think I'll be a good mother?

The question took Alice by surprise.

"Why do you ask that, Alyss?"

—I don't know, I think that being a mother is something horribly beautiful, I would like to have many children, it would be nice to braid many hairs

oh poor alys, if she only knew—yeah, that would be nice.

The news of the death of laena velaryon, and the fire where harwin strong nearly died came at the same time.

alys never got the chance to meet laena, but hearing that the poor woman died because she couldn't bring her baby into her world made him want to die with her.

She couldn't stop thinking about how horrible her death was, having to ask your dragon to burn you because the son you expected so much will never come out of you.

poor vhagar, alys vowed never to do such a thing to her dragon, abraxas.

Dressed in a dress similar to her mother's, she was standing next to her father, she knew that even having her next to her he would never pay attention to her.

At the end of the ceremony, she decided to look for rhaenyra.

"Nyra! I'm sorry for your loss and that of your uncle." The sisters hugged each other.

"Thank you, sweet child." Rhaenyra eyed the dress her half-sister was wearing with disgust.

"Could you help me look for Luke? I can't find him." Alys nodded and went looking for her nephew.

It was getting dark and she still hadn't found Luke, when she got to the beach she could see a figure dressed completely in black, with short silver hair, her uncle, her daemon.

"Uncle! I should go back to the castle, it's almost night." The man turned to see her and smiled.

"Alysanne, right?" the redhead nodded.

—I'm very sorry for your loss uncle, I hope the gods take care of laena

Daemon shifted his gaze to the young woman's chest, a star necklace at her neckline.

"Do you want to walk with me, niece?"

Alysanne wanted to refuse, she had to go back to the castle but the look that her uncle gave her made her accept.

Alys didn't know when, how, or why, but she had her uncle on top of her, inside of her.

listening to how her uncle moaned her name, alys had never heard a man moan, she thought that wonderful noise was a gift from the gods.

Daemon kissed her with such passion, he caressed her hair lovingly.

"I'll take you away, I'll make you my wife and you'll have my children." Her words moved her but at the same time scared her.

What would her mother think? She has just lost her maiden to her father's brother, a man who has two daughters close to her age.

when they were getting dressed a gentleman came looking for them.

Alys ran in looking for her younger brother with daemon trailing behind her.

“Aemond!” Alys knelt down to her level, “who did this to you?

Her screams were unleashed once more, Alys felt someone grab her tightly by her wrist.

"Where were you? Your brother lost an eye and you weren't here!" Alicent's voice was heard throughout the room, causing everyone to look at the princess and then at the rogue prince.

I couldn't sleep so I went for a walk on the beach.

Apparently Rhaenyra had given the same excuse when she entered with Sir Harwin Strong.

When Alicent lunged at Rhaenyra with a dagger in her hand, Daemon saw the perfect opportunity and took Alys by the hand, they ran off.

Running away from everything, from everyone.

[valaenatargaryensdragon]

My King

pairing: Fanon!Jacaerys Valeryon x Female OC

summary: The day Jacaerys and Daena have been waiting for has finally arrived.

Word count: 2,8K

Warnings: Fluff, incest, blacks won, soft dad Daemon, protective dad Daemon, smut, P in V, cunnilingus, Fingering

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It was finally the day Daena have been waiting for ever since she had fallen in love with Jacaerys. The maids fixed the hem of her dress and placed scented oils all over her body. When she looked into the mirror she saw a girl she did not recognise, she liked who stared back at her, she was beautiful, no longer in rags or with dirt on her face. She was clean, her hair was made into beautiful braids still hiding the couple of blonde streaks in them.

Her dress was of an amazing creamy white colour that Queen Rhaenyra herself ordered for her. She has been nicer to Daena for a while now, she could see it was a little hard for the Queen but she did not blame her, in her eyes Daena were stealing her son from her.

"You look beautiful, my princess" One of the maids complimented. Daena's eyes snapped from staring at herself to look at the maid. She had a genuine smile on her face, she looked young not much younger than Daena and Jacaerys.

"Thank you but I am no princess" Daena shook her head in denial. She giggled as she fixed Daen'a sleeve that had bunched up around her wrist.

"You will be soon" She responded. A knock on the door made all four women turn around to face it. Queen Rhaenyra walked in closing the door behind her. The maids scrambled to bow and leave the room as fast as possible to give the soon mother- and daughter in law some privacy.

"Your grace" Daena gave a small curtsy. Rhaenyra remained silent for a couple of seconds and stared at Daena, taking her in, the expensive clothes suited her, she looked like royalty in them. Her perfumes and oils filled the room, they were of the nicest flowers that could be found in the gardens.

"How are you feeling?" Rhaenyra asked, she was attempting to be nice, that was enough for both Daena and Jacaerys. Daena gulped showing her true emotions in front of the woman who was married to her father and the mother of her soon to be husband.

"To be honest your grace, I feel like I may faint any second now. I have never been in the same room as twenty people let alone thousands who would be staring at me the entire time" Daena admitted. Rhaenyra stepped closer to the brunette and took her hands in her own. Now that they were close the Queen could see the way Daena's hands shook or how she shivered every couple of seconds.

"Come" Rhaenyra guided Daena away from the mirror and over to the bed, helping her sit down. The Queen took the seat beside Daena with their hands still intertwined.

"I know how you feel, I felt like this when I was first introduced to the masses, especially when I became Queen, I feared the people would not accept me-" Rhaenyra's words did not bring Daena any comfort, instead now it made her even more scared. Rhaenyra saw the fear grow in Daena's eyes which caused her to wince.

"- I hate to admit it but I feared that someone would throw something at me as I walked through the crowds like a tomato or a show or even a piece of shit" Rhaenyra explained, a faint smile grew on her lips. Daena could not help but giggle, it was hard seeing the strong Queen show an ounce of weakness. Rhaenyra laughed along with Daena at the stupidity of her words, the people loved her.

"I remember that day, I was with my mother still, she was off fucking some lord while I snuck out to watch the festivities, it was magnificent" Daena sighed dreamily as if remembering that day. Rhaenyra felt pity for the girl, for the life she had endured before she came to the Red Keep.

"I am glad you are here, I am glad you no longer have to endure any of this" Rhaenyra patted Daena's hands. Daena smiled, much more relaxed and at ease.

"Thank you" Daena whispered. The two women stared at each other for a couple of seconds before the doors opened and Daemon walked in. He froze at the sight of them together, smiling at each other then at him.

"I guess that is my cue, I will see you at the sept" Rhaenyra stood up, pulling away from Daena. She patted Daena's cheek imagining she was doing it to her daughter who never lived, Visenya while Daena imagined Rhaenyra as a loving mother she never got. Rhaenyra left the room leaving the father and daughter alone.

"Are you ready?" Daemon asked, holding out a hand for Daena to take. She took a deep breath before accepting his hand.

The wedding was of both the seven and the old Valyrian gods, it was held at the sept in the Red Keep because the High Septon refused Daena, she was a lowborn in his eyes. In Lucaerys' eyes she was a bastard, not that he judged, and in Daemon's eyes she was a princess, his princess, in Jacaerys' eyes she was a future Queen.

"Are you alright?" Jace asked. Daena turned to look at him. The sky was as dark as it could be, the stars high and bright, shining in it like diamonds. Daena and Jacaerys have retired to Jacaerys' room little over half an hour ago. Daena turned from the window to face her husband now, it felt all so sureal now.

"I am alright, just a little..." Daena trailed off looking back out of the window. Jace walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her closer into his chest.

"Overwhelmed?" Jace tried finding the words. Daena sighed leaning her head back against his shoulder.

"yes" Daena whispered. Jace buried his face into her neck inhaling her scent, she smelled of roses and wine from the feast earlier. He placed a kiss on the skin earning a shudder from her.

"Jace" He pulled his face away from her at the sound of her voice. She turned around to face him instead of the window, he was a much better view than the night sky.

"Do you wish me to stop?" Jace asked. Daena smiled gently. She placed both her hands on his cheeks and pulled him down into a sweet and gentle kiss. Jace's shaking hands resided on her hips neither pushing or pulling, not wanting to intimidate her and for that Daena was grateful, she had seen when men could do to the women. She saw the bruises on her mother's body before and Jace knew, she had told him before.

"Does that answer your question?" Daena asked. Jace smiled leaning his forehead against her. One of his hands trailed up her back in search of the lace of her dress.

"Yes" Jace nodded. He pulled the laces slowly making the tight dress loosen around her body. Daena shuddered when his fingers brushed against her skin.

"Are you sure, Daena?" Jace asked for permission again. Daena raised her hands and began undoing the buttons on his tunic showing his bare skin. Very little hair was growing on his chest, he was but ten and eight after all, he still had some growing to do.

"I am more than sure Jacaerys, I love you and I want you to be my first" Daena encouraged with a smile. Jace nodded pulling her closer to his body, pushing the laces open leaving her back almost completely bare if it were not for the corset she wore under.

"You look beautiful" Jace mumbled. He leaned down as he pushed the dress down her shoulder and kissed the bare skin. Daena's hands froze letting him take the lead in their movement.

He pushed the dress down until it was a mere heap on the floor. Daena took her shows off feeling uncomfortable in them. Jace unlaced the corset next letting it fall beside Daena's dress and shoes. Daena watched Jace with hawk like eyes, watching what he was doing out of curiosity. Daena pulled her linen off next wanting him to see her, all of her.

"You look beautiful" Jace repeated. Daena's cheeks felt like they were aflame with each letter. Jace guided Daena back to sit on the edge of the window.

"So you've said" Daena teased. Jace smirked at her with a cocked eyebrow. A gasp tore through her throat when he slowly sank down on his knees before her.

"What are you doing?" Daena asked. He placed his hands on her knees, pushing them apart slowly to show her cunt, slightly wet but still not enough.

"Shh sweet girl, let me show you how beautiful you look" Jace's hands rose up to her thighs rubbing soothing shapes against the skin. Daena nodded with a sigh.

Leaned closer to her cunt placing a quick kisses along her thighs until he reached his destination, teasing was not on his mind for now. Jace was gentle and slow, coaxing her into the pleasure of his lips on her pearl. A gentle kiss here and a slow lick here, her moans slowly grew in volume. The more she moaned, the braver he became.

Jace pushed his tongue inside of her hole, like he was taught many years back by the maester and later on from Daemon's drunken confessions. He pulled his fingers up to touch her clit noticing how her wetness quickly with each touch.

"Jace" She moaned, hand shooting down to grab his fistful of his hair, pushing him closer to her cunt. Jace complied sticking his tongue and wiggling his face from side to side letting his nose brush against her pearl alongside of his fingers earning a loud squeal from her lips.

"Yes ... please ... Jace" Daena whimpered. Jace moved his fingers down to prude at her hole. Daena squirmed slightly at the feeling. Jace pushed his finger inside of her pausing when she gasped, it was not painful just uncomfortable.

"Is this okay?" Jace asked. Daena nodded her head. Jace proceeded to move his finger in and out, curving it inwards every now and then. When he was sure she was wet enough he pushed a second finger inside wanting to bring her more pleasure. Daena was afraid of falling off the window so she leaned down to grab his shirt over his shoulder. Jace quickened his movement at the feeling of her walls tightening.

"Jace ... yes" Daena cried, walls tightening around his digits. Her body shook with each stroke he did to her body, it felt like she was on fire. Jace's other hand snaked up to grab her hand letting her hold on to him tightly as her orgasm washed over her.

"Nice ... so nice" She whimpered. Jace pulled away from her cunt with a small pop, a smirk on his face and her release covering him.

"You taste so good my sweet girl" Jace complimented. What happened dawned down on Daena making her blush fiercely but Jace was there pulling her into his arms down on the carpeted floor.

"Are you alright, sweet girl?" Jace asked noticing how her body was still shaking, even when a few minutes passed.

"I am more than alright" Daena assured him. Jace pushed himself to stand with her in his arms. Even when his muscles looked small but he was strong, holding her up into his chest. He walked over to the bed and placed her down on it gently before climbing in after her.

"Hold me, husband" Daena held her arms open. Jace laid beside her but let his upper body move on top of her, hugging her close to him, his lip claiming hers. She moaned against his lips, feeling his hard pressing against her thigh.

"Take me, husband" She panted against his lips. Jace could not help but hump into her leg at the sound of her so desperate and needy, at the filthy words that tumbled through her lips.

"Happily" He pulled away to undress before joining her again, this time between her legs.

He grabbed his length letting his tip tease her entrance before slowly pushing in. Her back arched off the bed at the burning sensation that consumed her insides. Her arms wrapped around his shoulder, pulling him closer to her, so close he was forced to lean his weight on her not like she minded.

"Just a moment" She breathed in his ear. It took every ounce of self control in Jace not to move, he buried his face into her neck again littering kisses there to distract himself.

"I love you" He whimpered into her neck. It felt like every nerve inside of Daena's body exploded with pleasure and love for the man on top of her. Her ankles slipped to lock behind his back pushing him ever closer, a signal to move.

"I love you too, my king" Daena moaned. Jace pulled out his cock, not daring to look anywhere but at her face when she allowed him to rise up. Her brows were scrunched up in pleasure, eyes staring back at him and lips parted letting her moans slip through.

Jace pushed back in testing the waters, her face remained one of pleasure letting him know that she was enjoying herself. With this knowledge he set a slow rhythm of pulling out and pushing back, slow but enough to give them both pleasure.

"Taking me so well, sweet girl" Jace complimented. Daena whined rolling her hips up needing more than what he was giving. Jace picked up his pace now that he was sure she was not hurting making her cry out. Daena was glad Jace refused a bedding ceremony otherwise she would not be able to look people in the eyes if they were to hear her like this and see her like this, especially if it was her father.

"Yes my king, more" Daena cried. Jace's body ached from the new activity he indulged in and sweat was covering both of their bodies now. Yet again he leaned his head down to suck on the skin of her neck. Goosebumps grew all over his body at the feeling of her breasts brushing against his chest, bouncing with each thrust. He slithered down to plan kisses atop of them in a trail down to her nipples earning a loud moan.

"Close, my king" Daena cried squirming. Jace sucked on her tit while his hand tweaked the other but did not stay there long and moved down in between their bodies to flick her clit.

"Yes ... so close" Daena's back arched, arms tightening around his shoulders like her cunt was fluttering around him.

"Cum, my love ... come on cum sweet girl" Jace encouraged feeling his own peak approaching. His hips were slamming into hers at this point pushing both of their bodies upwards until Daena's head was almost slamming into the headboard, that is when her peak washed over her, pulling a scream from her lip "Jace!"

Jace pulled out of her cunt, palming himself furiously until his release hit him, squirting out of his tip all over her stomach and breasts, they were still young and in no hurry to conceive. His groans were all Daena could hear along side of her breathing as her vision slowly returned. Jace flopped down beside her panting just as hard as she was.

"Are you alright, sweet girl?" Jace rolled on to his side to face her. Daena did the same with a small wince when she moved her lower half, Jace frowned at the action.

"I am alright, a little sore but the good kind" Daena assured. Her hand raised to push his sweaty brown hair out of his face. He smiled reaching over to undo her braids that looked like a mess but she was still the most beautiful woman he has ever known.

"Never knew there was a good kind or a bad kind" Jace teased. When he was done with her hair he moved out of the bed wrapping one of the blankets around his lower region for some modesty, moving to the wash room and returning with a soaked wash cloth.

"Let me clean you, sweet girl" He slid back on the bed. Daena did not complain laying back in her back letting him move the washcloth over her skin cleaning off his spend and then down between her legs to clean the mess she made.

"Thank you" Daena whispered. Jace threw the washcloth somewhere in the room and turned to face her again.

"Do not thank me, my love, I should be the one to thank you for loving me, for trusting me and letting me claim your virtue" Jace moved the blanket off only to wrap it around the both of them. Daena wiggled into his arms resting her head on his chest and he held her close to him feeling like the luckiest man in the world.

"I trust you with much more, my king" Daena looked up at him, eyes sparkling with love and lust.

"So do I, my Queen" He leaned down to capture her lips in a sweet and tender kiss, not one of lust but one of love.

[agent-barnes40]

The Acceptance

part two of The Truth

Parings: Daemyra, Aegon x Bastard!Reader, Aemond X Bastard!Reader, Helaemond, Aegon x Helaena

Taglist: @velaena @poisonsage808 (Honorary tag for @starloriha )

Aegon helps figure everything out with his mother and yours.

A small time skip happens to reach older Aegon, and he's OOC (Out Of Character) seeing as he isn't a rapist and only a mild alcoholic. Dialogue heavy and descriptions are vague I think, with lots of exposition and history talk. Aegon and Reader are having an affair while Aemond and Helaena are also having an affair. TW: Mildly gendered reader (She/they pronouns used), Targcest

Aegon had called for a meeting with his mother, father, and his grandsire and looked at them. "I wish to marry Rhaenyra's eldest. Heleana is more suited for Aemond, I wish to help right the wrongs that have happened to this family." He had said and only managed to get you as a ward to his mother and betrothed to his brother.

He still tried to court you, while handling the ravens sent by your brothers and mother, and even Daemon had sent ravens, but to no avail, the only person who responded was the firstborn son of Viserys. He spent his days with you, reading the letters to you from your parents. You never wanted anything to do with them, but let Aegon deal with the aftermath as he had offered. You were the image of royalty and fit in perfectly with your husband, uncle and aunt, and grandsires. You frequently sat with the "Greens" to break your fast every morning and sat next to Aegon and Helaena as you all grew up. Everything was fantastic until your mother came with her entourage.

Jacaerys and Lucerys hunted you down first, jumping you in a hug. The two princes were excited to have you in their grip until you pulled out of it and brushed off your clothing. "Brothers, it's fantastic to see you again. Why are you here?"

The two were still and looked at each other before looking back at you. "Mother is here to collect you. She wanted us to find you to bring to her chambers." Jace replied and his eyes widened when you groaned softly and gently grabbed the arm of a maid, requesting for Aemond, Aegon, or Alicent. "We stay here until someone comes to help this situation. I'll say this to you two, as you both deserve an explanation. I won't be returning to Dragonstone unless I am requested to by our mother or Prince Daemon. I have married Prince Aemond." You informed the two Princes as Aemond turned the corner and you smiled. "Husband! Thank you for getting here so quick." Aemond smiled and looked between you and your brothers before looking back at you. "Of course, my love. I'd always come to your rescue. What did you need of me this time?"

You smiled even wider and looked at Jace and Luke. "I don't think we sent ravens to my mother and brothers about our wedding." The two looked between Aemond and you and Jace grabbed your arm. "He called us bastards and you took that as courtship?!" You laughed and pulled back. "As our mother's heir, I was given an offer to fix the rift this family has. The queen graciously gave me to Prince Aemond to help fix what you two caused in Driftmark. I love my husband as much as you two will love your wives. He has backed me up in court on our mother's behalf." The sound of footsteps met your ears and you turned, only to see Daemon and you reached back to grab Aemond's hand. "Get Ser Criston, now. Blood may be spilled between the prince and me." Daemon's eyes squinted as you turned to face him and he smiled. "It is great to see you again, child." You didn't smile back and instead clasped your hands together, much like how Alicent did. "Prince Daemon, how wonderful it is to see you. How is my mother?" "Why was Aegon responding to my letters?" Daemon asked and stepped forward, reaching to run a hand over your braided hair. You stepped back and looked him in the eye. "They must've been addressed to him, instead of me, Daemon. If you wish to discuss this more, let us go to my mother's chambers."

You led the group of Targaryens and Velaryons to Rhaenyra's halls and headed directly to the largest room, tossing the doors open, and met Rhaenyra's eyes. "Mother, what pleasure it is to see you again." You said, loudly and your voice devoid of emotion. Rhaenyra saw the looks on her other children's faces and her husband's. You stood much like she did when she was your age and Daemon was focused on you. Jace and Luke were looking between you and Rhaenyra, realizing the anger that filled the room. You turned and closed the door before taking a deep breath and looking down. "Did you tell Jace and Luke or should I, Rhaenyra?" You asked and turned back to face Rhaenyra. Rhaenyra went to speak before Jace spoke up. "Tell us what?" "That I am Daemon Targaryen's child and not Harwin Strong's or Laenor Velaryon's." You spoke, looking at your brother with a soft look before clearing your throat. "Did you tell them about Laenor?"

"What about Laenor?" Daemon had finally spoken up, grabbing your arm, his other hand playing with the pommel of Darksister, although he wouldn't hurt you in the slightest. "That you killed him to marry mother. You murdered the man we considered our father to marry our mother. How do we know you didn't have Harwin killed as well? How do we know that you won't kill our mother next because soon enough, with how many children you pour into her, she will die on the birthing bed? Birthing your heirs when you had one right here from the beginning." You snapped, pulling away from him. "You don't know what you are talking about." Rhaenyra started and you whipped to face her. "My own husband waited until I was ready to birth children before he bedded me." Rhaenyra's face dropped and she quickly surged forward and grabbed at your face. "Who did you marry?" "Aemond. I fell in love. It seems I'm more like my sires than anyone else." You closed your eyes, and it was like Aemond and Aegon had heard you. The door pushed open and there were the two princes, with Ser Criston and Queen Alicent surging to break everything up. Aegon's hand twitched as he started to walk to pull you free from Rhaenyra until Aemond cut him off and pulled you away. "My love, are you alright?" He asked quietly and you looked up at him with a soft smile. "I'm perfectly alright, Aemond. No need to worry." You quietly spoke back as Aemond brushed his hands over your body to check for any sore spots forming. "Husband! I'm alright. I'm not harmed. I don't think my mother and her husband would hurt me." Aemond and Aegon both looked between Rhaenyra and Daemon and how they had semi-cornered you. Alicent was quick to realize what had happened, as she became much like the mother you missed as you grew. Alicent looked at you before walking over. "Are you alright?" You smiled, the brightest Rhaenyra had seen since she got to see you again. You looked like you fit perfectly into their family, and you had. You became a daughter to Alicent even if she didn't trust you in the beginning. Alicent looked to Rhaenyra. "I'm going to send these two off, I'm sure anything else that can be discussed will be discussed later." Rhaenyra opened her mouth to say something but Alicent held her hand up. "They both need to tend to their duties as prince and consort."

Alicent and Rhaenyra stood for a moment, staring each other down as you, Aegon, and Aemond left the room, leaving Criston to deal with all of them. Aemond had a concerned hand on your lower back as he walked beside you. "Aegon, you needn't show up. It's going to raise suspicions." You whispered, looking over to him. Aegon looked back at you and smiled. "I'm always going to show up, always for you."

You sighed and shook your head. "You are going to get us all in trouble one day." While you, Aemond, and Aegon headed to the gardens, Alicent glared at Rhaenyra. The queen sighed. "Leave them alone. Do not try to take them with you to Dragonstone. It will be seen as a slight against the crown." Rhaenyra straightened. "They are my child, not yours! If I wish to have my heir brought home, then that is what will happen."

Daemon watched the scene in front of him. "Aemond's the spare of the spares, Alicent. Why give him a wife when making Aemond join the kingsguard would be easier." He pointed out, quickly going to lean against the wall. Alicent held her hand up. Her eyes met his purple ones. "Because your wife's child came here one day, on Sheepstealer's back, crying and sobbing that they finally figured out the truth. You and Rhaenyra marrying, and Laenor dying because of you. You took everything that child held close to themselves. You made them come to their grandsire for protection, from you, Daemon. So, forgive me for taking pity on them, sheltering them, when I could've just sent them back to you and Rhaenyra and lived miserably." Alicent took a deep breath and then turned to Rhaenyra. "You love your children as much as I love mine, I wouldn't do that to my children."

[asoiafsworld]

HEADCANON; YOUR LIFE WITH RHAENYRA AND DAEMON AND YOUR CHILDREN

pairings; rhaenyra targaryen x fem!reader x daemon targaryen

request; heyy, love your hc about the relationship between reader, rhaenyra and daemon!!! if you can, could you make some for their day-to-day life with all of their children, full of domestic fluff?? maybe important events down the line, such as marriages, birthdays, even grandchildren from jacaerys and baela maybe? ...and things like that? only if you want to tho, you are extremely talented and I'm sure whatever you make will be amazing! hope you have a great day! &lt;3

warnings; mentions of fingering, angst, sadness, self doubts, discrimination against poly couples

author's note; this is such a lovely request, thank you so much for this!! i've gotten many more reqs for this series that i'll get to soon, i love this series so much!! hope you guys enjoy it, pls request if you want me to write something for u <3

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➼ so a few years pass and your twins and visenya are now three years of age

➼ and they definitely take up all your energy

➼ just running around the palace and everyday it ends with you having to search for them

➼ turns up they decided to join the council meeting with their mother, father and brother and the image of them there is very amusing

➼ a bunch of serious lords talking about important stuff and then there's daemon playing with visenya and rhaenyra braiding alysanne's beautiful white hair

➼ jace pretends to at least pay attention but he also keeps tickling rhaegar who whines and giggles at his brother's doings

➼ you interrupt to collect the children and they all run to you when they see you, eager for their mother's attention

➼ meanwhile your husband, your wife and eldest son look very disappointed in having no excuse to not pay attention to the council which makes you smile

➼ you bring the children back to the nursery where aegon and viserys are playing with their toys and you let the children play together

➼ it was suprisingly peaceful between them, rarely any quarrels about toys and just the kids playing together and it made you happy to watch

➼ baela often times came and sat with you to watch them and you know that she often seeked you out when she had troubles with something

➼ you put her head in your lap and play with her beautiful white hair, softly going through it with your hands

➼ "what's wrong, my little one? tell your mother what's on your mind."

➼ "i'm just a little worried about the wedding..."

➼ yes, baela and jacaerys would marry soon in less than two moons since both were of age now and both of them had come to you with their worries and troubles

➼ "what if he sees me naked and thinks i'm hideous? what if he won't want me?"

➼ you shake your head at her words, not believing that someone as beautiful as her could think of something like this

➼ "every man with eyes can see that he loves your dearly, my little dragon. he always stutters and blushes in your presence and doesn't know what to do with himself! don't you ever worry about these things because you are one of the most beautiful women in the seven kingdoms... i am so proud of how you've grown and that you're marrying, it makes my heart weep."

➼ you try to will the tears eye from your eyes but baela sees your emotional state and sits up right away and brushes them away, her eyes full of concern

➼ "mother, what's wrong? please don't cry."

➼ "i'm fine, my little flower, don't worry. it's just my heart aching at the thought of you and jace being all grown up... you will always be my babies, never forget that."

➼ baela chuckles at that and hugs you tightly, telling you not to worry and that they'll always be by your side

➼ later on you lay in bed with daemon and rhaenyra, all three of you ready for sleep but not quite closing your eyes yet

➼ you hear the door creak open and know from the multiple little taps on the floor that it's your youngest three again, always doing everything together, even sneaking into their parents bed

➼ daemon helps the children get up into bed and grabs his little alysanne to cuddle for himself

➼ rhaegar goes into rhaenyra's awaiting arms and visenya cuddles up close to you

➼ "could the little dragons not find sleep, hm? aren't you too old to be sleeping with us?"

➼ "no. baby dragons can't sleep without their mothers and father!"

➼ your heart clenches at visenya's words who only cuddles up closer and burries her face into your neck

➼ by the time you wake up in the morning, the kids are already gone, as they are almost always to see their hatchlings

➼ that leaves you some time with daemon and rhaenyra that you so rarely seem to have these days, both of them occupied with their council

➼ both of them are still asleep so you snuggle closer to daemon who had his arms wrapped around you from behind you

➼ rhaenyra was facing you and you take your time to study her peacful face as she sleeps, gently using your fingers to go over her defining features

➼ she often has a worried look on her face and it makes her brows crease in that certain way but with her face relaxed like this, she looked like she had no worry in the world

➼ she was like an angel to you with her white, beautiful hair cascading around her... she truly is your angel, having brought you out of your misery of a life and made you so endlessly happy by bringing you into her marriage and letting you be a mother to her children

➼ "she looks pretty like that when she's all asleep, doesn't she? our beautiful darling."

➼ daemon's voice was raspy in your ear and he presses a soft kiss on your cheek after he spoke

➼ "she does... my savior. she never stopped believing in her love for me, always waited for me... and now i have both of you... i don't know how i could be so lucky."

➼ you know that daemon smiles at those words and softly kisses the side of your head

➼ and then he fingers you as you both watch and talk about rhaenyra being your pretty wife because he can and he's an insatiable husband

➼ anyways your mornings together are so cozy and sweet

➼ like the first thing rhaenyra does when she's awake is cuddle you close to her and kiss your forehead and tell you that she loves you and you are used to it by now but it still makes you blush like crazy

➼ she loves you for how sweet and kind you are, has always loved you for those reasons and she will never, ever let go of you

➼ after your first round of cuddling with rhaenyra, she gets up and starts to get ready for the day but you and daemon stay in bed just a little bit longer and cuddle each other too

➼ daemon is often initiating sex with you but he also loves to just hold you and tell you why you're perfect and why he's the luckiest man in the world

➼ he always, always makes you blush because he can be so poetic with compliments

➼ "when the sun rises in the west and sets in the east. that's when i'll stop loving you and not before."

➼ also gives you the most expensive gifts ever

➼ but rhaenyra is at fault for that too, she spoils you with a new necklace every week

➼ she always tells you that it's a way to make up for the years that she wasn't there, to give you gifts and love for the time you weren't with her

➼ you know that it still weighs heavily on her, especially because the years you spent away from her, away from court were difficult for you since your family and parents were so hard on you

➼ you try to make her understand that you'll always love her and that the children and marriage you have now make up for the few years you had lost

➼ she always hugs you tightly when you say these things and is so grateful to have you in her life

➼ anyways occasionally there are days where neither of them have something important going on and when your elder children are looking after their younger siblings so you three can enjoy some time for yourselves

➼ on those days, you like to just lay about in the mornings and read with them, the book in your hands and yours and rhaenyra's heads in daemon's lap, rhaenyra's arms around your waist

➼ they love to listen to your voice and how softly and gently you read to them

➼ they often have these moments that you don't see where they look at you and at each other and know you're the greatest thing that ever happened to them

➼ no one in this world is more whipped than daemyra are for you

➼ eventually it's time for jace and baela's wedding

➼ the wedding is held in king's landing since it's a very important event and you don't realize up until the point that you're back in the capital that it will be the first time for people to see you with daemon and rhaenyra

➼ you're very sheltered at dragonstone and no one who is uninvited ever stays there so you didn't really have to worry about others judging you but now back in king's landing there are so many people...

➼ it fills you with dread because you also realize that you will see some of your family

➼ your family house was never invited, your husband and wife took care of that

➼ but two of your sisters had married into other houses that had to be invited, where they couldn't come up with an excuse as to why they shouldn't come

➼ you feel anxious about it and daemon and rhaenyra sense it but don't say anything at first, suspecting your worries and fears

➼ eventually they want to talk about it with you but you brush it off and shake your head, feeling uneasy the whole time

➼ the other side of the royal family already gives you funny looks, alicent and aemond in particular don't like you but you don't care about them since they're the least of your worries

➼ a lot of people look at you and whisper behind their backs about you, about you being a whore and bringing bastard children into the world

➼ it hurts you a lot and you start to avoid and ignore daemon and rhaenyra because they are very insistent on talking about it

➼ you put on a happy face for jacaerys and baela because hello your kids are getting married! time to be happy for them!

➼ you distract yourself from your own worries by being a emotional support pillar for them

➼ you also had to leave the three babies at dragonstone so you miss them a lot but aegon and viserys came with you so when you're not listening to jace and baela's worries, you're in their chambers with them and really just sit there and contemplate your life choices as you pretend to pay attention to the sword game your sons are playing since you're the princess they need to free

➼ it gets to a point where you only really see daemon and rhaenyra at the feasts that take place in the week of the wedding

➼ you always stay at the feasts after them and to avoid seeing them in your chambers when they're still awake, you escape to the dragon pit and spend time with caraxes and syrax

➼ you think it's ironic that you would rather spend time with the dragons than their riders but mostly appreciate that they don't talk and let you pet them

➼ the feasts go on for a few days and the day before the wedding, your sisters arrive with their husbands and you feel awful when you see them

➼ every family from their respective house has to come forward and congratulate the princess and prince who look happy with each other

➼ in your panic, you leave the table as soon as they approach it and somewhat hide in the back of the room drinking one cup of wine after the other

➼ most people are still whispering and looking at you disgustingly so you don't bother to stand with anyone

➼ you drink way too much wine in the next hour and since daemon is watching you the entire time, he at some point decides that it's enough

➼ no one speaks as the three of you enter your chambers and you hate how difficult it seems for you to simply talk to them

➼ you don't even bother taking your dress off, you just lay down in the middle of the bed and hope you fall asleep fast

➼ you act as if you're sleeping when they strip you of your awfully constricting dress, their hands still so gentle with you and you feel the way they caress your skin when they undress you

➼ they leave you in your undergarments as always and lay on either side of you

➼ neither of them is sleeping and you're sure that they know that you aren't either

➼ you're drunk and sad and feel awful about how you've treated both of them and you feel like you're on the verge of crying because when you close your eyes to try to sleep, you only see people whispering about what a whore you are

➼ "did they ask? about me?"

➼ they know that you mean your sisters

➼ it's the first time you've spoken to them in so long and rhaenyra looks at you, her gaze is soft but... sympathetic

➼ "no, they didn't."

➼ you appreciate her honesty but realize that nothing makes a difference, wether your siblings care about you or not

➼ you're laying on your side facing rhaenyra and feel daemon closely behind you but neither of them touch you, respecting your feelings since you haven't been near them lately except for when all of you are sleeping

➼ you feel so overwhelmed with everything and don't know what to do so you simply bury your face in your pillow so that no one can see your tears and mumble that you're sorry repeatedly

➼ your sobs wreck through your body and you instantly feel hands on your arm and on your head, softly holding you and caressing you

➼ rhaenyra tells you that it's okay to cry and that you're brave and strong for them and you feel anything but

➼ daemon is pressed closely to your back now and has his nose burried in your neck

➼ after a few minutes you stop crying and feel coherent enough to talk to them and tell them everything about how you feel, about the way people talk about you and that you have been avoiding them because you don't want to feed more into their gossip and that seeing your sisters made it worse

➼ they hold you close to them and reassure you as much as you can and tell you that you belong with them and that no one else has a reason to judge your relationship

➼ you say something else that has been lingering on your mind for a whie

➼ "would it not be better if you had stayed together without me? i only ruined everything..."

➼ oh. maybe you should not have said that bc all hell broke loose

➼ rhaenyra tries her best to not be almost angry with you because how could you question being with them? did you not love them anymore?

➼ daemon's grip on you gets tighter and he's restraining himself from showing you how much you belong to him

➼ they both tell you that you have made both of their lives so much better and happier and that they are so happy to have you and that they couldn't imagine their lives without you or alysanne and rhaegar

➼ the whole night is spent of your husband and wife cuddling you and kissing you and telling you how much they love you and that you are perfect for them

➼ you feel much better after talking to them and apologize for having avoided them and the three of you finally fall asleep, holding each other close

➼ your mood is much better for when the wedding takes place the next day and you smile and cry during the wedding

➼ you don't spend much time thinking about the judging stares of others and dance with daemon and rhaenyra and show everyone that you belong to them

➼ you're happy to go back to dragonstone soon after with your family and don't leave the nursery at all on the day you come back, having missed your three little dragons so much

➼ after that, everything is just like before and soon enough, baela is pregnant

➼ you're so happy for her and you and rhaenyra spend much time with her and tell her how wonderful of a mother she will be

➼ daemon spends time with jace to prepare him to be a father and jace also comes to you for advice and you never turn him away, always there for your eldest son

➼ your joy and happiness is indescribable when you hold your grandson in your arms and you help put both of your children at ease, telling them that you'll take care of him just like you do with the other three babies

➼ your evergrowing family is just very cute and adorable so many babies so much love shared between all of you. very cute and adorable

[writingsofwesteros]

Canon verse Nora-

While Aemond and Nora were at Harrenhall, did we really think that nothing happened with a certain Strong witch? 😏

Aemond was off with Cole as they spoke with the generals down in Harrenhall's courtyard, and Nora was in the chambers they shared, combing her hair- it was annoying to braid her long silver hair into the Visenya-reminiscent battle braids without her maids, or even Hel to help her. "Would you like some help, Princess?" Nora looked up in the mirror to see the healer standing there. "I suppose," Nora hummed. Alys came up behind her and her hands worked deftly to braid her hair. Nora had noticed how the woman's eye was always on her or Aemond, and she asked calmly, "How long have you been the healer here at Harrenhall?" "Many years, Princess," Alys replied, looking at Nora's reflection in the mirror. "You're quite bold," Nora told her. "Most servants know their place, yet you take it upon yourself to look me in the eye." "Do I?" Alys looked right at her in the mirror's reflection. "And my brother as well," Nora went on. "Targaryens are a sight to look upon," Alys smiled. "Especially the Princess who has changed the path that history would take." Nora's brow furrowed. "What are you talking about?" "The story that was written remained unaltered for centuries." Alys hummed. "Until years ago, when Queen Alicent gave birth to another child- another girl. Who went on to claim a wild dragon, and now....the story is altered." Nora stood and turned to face her. "Who are you?" Nora stared back at her. "I am naught but one who watches stories unfold," Alys said. "Who looks into the flames and sees what is to come." "You are a witch," Nora realised, though her tone was not an accusing one. "You sound surprised," Alys said with amusement. "You should not be. Few from your line have dabbled as well." "My line-" "There is a reason why none can take the name Visenya since the Conqueror." Nora did not let her hesitance show. "What do you want with me? With my brother?" Nora asked defensively. "We are all put where we are for a reason," Alys told her cryptically.

"Your Uncle Daemon ran," Alys chuckled. "Leave Aemond alone," Nora warned her. "You think I seek to bring harm? Princess, I seek nothing of the sort. You were sent here for a reason," Alys tucked a tendril of her silver hair back, the women standing closer together. "While your brother fights war with his sword, Princess- you can do so much more," Alys whispered. "What do you mean?" Nora asked cautiously. She had always been drawn to power, admittedly, but something that could guarantee they win the war was something she would give her soul for.

"Your hands have claimed a dragon," Alys mused. "They have brought pleasure and pain- and now, they will wield a power that men cannot." Alys's fingers danced along her own. "Show me," Nora whispered. "I will win this war." For Aegon, for Helaena, for Aemond, for Daeron. For Mother. For sweet Jaehaerys who was taken from them.

!!!!!! GO ALYS !!

Nora would learn so much from her thank you

For Aegon, for Helaena, for Aemond, for Daeron. For Mother. For sweet Jaehaerys who was taken from them. :( :(

Aemond returns back; his confused stare between the two women before him as Nora had softened to Alys

[thewriterofrunestone]

Daughter of Runes and Flame

Chapter 4

“Princess, which gown would you prefer I help you dress into tonight?”

“Hmm, I think this once shall do nicely Talya.”

“It is lovely Princess, are these not the colors of House Royce?”

“Well yes, one of them anyways. It should actually be bronze to be accurate, but I don’t find that a particularly flattering gown color.”

“Well you look lovely regardless Princess.”

“Thank you Talya.”

The handmaiden finishes the intricate laces and ties on the back of the gown before styling Zinaveil’s dark brown tresses into a soft braided crown around her head. She loosens a few strands to frame the Princess’s face.

“There, now you are ready.”

“Thank you again, you are dismissed Talya,” Zinaveil smiles appreciatively. The handmaiden gives a curtsy before quietly leaving the room. The Princess stands still for a moment, scrutinizing her appearance in the mirror before sighing. She turns on her heel to leave her guest chambers and make her way to the royal family’s private dining rooms. Her shoes echo against the stone floors of the Red Keep and as she walks she passes the statuesque members of the Kingsguard in the halls. Two of the Kingsguard stand to either side of a pair of large double doors that open into the dining rooms. They recognize her instantly and bow, opening the doors…

“I am impressed brother, you do not seem to reek of drink tonight, pray tell what inspired such change of character?”

“Perhaps I simply decided I did not need it tonight brother, but you are beginning to make me rethink that.”

“Could it possibly be the presence of our cousin that has inspired your newfound sense of sobriety?”

“Is our dear cousin the reason you seem to missing the ever present stick up your as-“

The doors to the dining room groan open before Aegon and Aemond’s bickering can continue, the Kingsguard at the door announces her presence…

“Princess Zinaveil Targaryen of Runestone.”

Immediately all eyes turned to the entrance of the room, the first to greet her was Alicent who rose from her seat with a smile. “You look beautiful as always dear,” The Queen says as she gestures for the Princess to join the table. Those present at the table included Aegon and Aemond, as well the Queen’s father Otto Hightower. 

“The King will not be present tonight…he has had a tiring day,” Alicent explains as everyone takes their seats again. Zinaveil takes the empty seat between Aegon and Aemond where their sister Haelena once sat before she married Lord Lannister. 

“It is a shame Haelena is not here visiting as well, I know I would have loved to see her,” Zinaveil comments with a fond smile. Alicent returns the smile at the mention of her daughter. “Indeed, I miss her as well, but being with child makes travel difficult for her, I remember that all too well. But she has been comfortable and content at Casterly Rock,” Alicent replies.

“Indeed, Haelena is fortunate to have found such a match in Lord Lannister,” Otto chimes into the conversation.

“I should say it is Lord Lannister who is lucky to have our dear Haelena,” Zinaveil quips back as she takes a sip from her wine. The Hand of the King raises his brow at her response but the Queen quickly changes the topic of conversation. “Zinaveil, dear, tell us about how you have been faring at Runestone?”

“Well the Vale is certainly less eventful than Kingslanding, but I do consider it home and I enjoy my responsibilities there.” 

“I am certain Lady Rhea would be proud of all that her daughter has accomplished.”

The thought and memory of her mother brings a somber smile to the Princess’s lips. She had only been an infant when her mother’s tragic passing occurred. Being her only child,  Zinaveil was left as her mother’s sole heir. However, being born a girl, the law at the time dictated that with no male heir any claim belonging to Rhea Royce would pass onto her husband…Daemon Targaryen. However, it was her mother’s cousin, Ser Gerold Royce, who petitioned Lady Jeyne Arryn for Zinaveil’s claim to Runestone and she agreed. Daemon’s claim was denied and Zinaveil’s was assured. With her mother dead and her father…absent, it was left to Ser Gerold Royce to raise her. For the first 6 years of her life, Zinaveil lived in the Vale, never having met any of father’s family. Eventually, out of guilt for his brother’s absent behavior, King Viserys did send one of the dragon keepers to Runestone to teach the young princess High Valyrian. Despite having no connections to her Targaryen heritage at the time, the Princess excelled in the language. 

By the time the princess was six years of age, her father, the Rogue Prince, had already remarried and his new wife, Laena Velaryon had given birth to two twin girls. The princess vividly recalled the day she had spied Ser Gerold receiving that letter in his study. 

“Does that arrogant, murdering cunt not realize he already has a daughter! One who he’s never bloody seen! Not one fucking letter or acknowledgement! From him or the fucking crown!” Ser Gerold had cursed in front of the maester who delivered the letter. 

Prior to that, the princess had never heard Ser Gerold speak a word about her father. He refused to even mention the Targaryen name at all around her. From time to time Zinaveil did wonder about her father and other side of the family, but until the news of her half-sisters being born, it never truly bothered her. What was the reason she was so unwanted? Was it the dark waves she possessed instead of silver strands? Or the fact that she had been given Runestone instead? Whatever the reason, it seemed Ser Gerold had tolerated enough disrespect on her behalf due to her father’s behavior.  The very same day he penned a letter to the King demanding something be done to rectify Daemon’s treatment of his firstborn daughter. 

Within a few weeks time there was a reply in the form of an invitation to visit Kingslanding. During this visit a formal recognition of Zinaveil’s status as a princess and niece to the King would be made. Several things would be changed forever following her journey to the capital. Zinaveil would be granted the official title of Princess of Runestone, by her uncle, King Viserys. She would also meet her cousins, the King’s children by Queen Alicent, but the most spectacular surprise would come in the form of a dragon….

Having arrived in a wheelhouse by horse, the young princess would depart Kingslanding on dragonback…on the back of one of the most formidable creatures to have ever lived…the Cannibal.

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Fire and Salt chp8

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YN is back at court for the first time in years. The Keep brings back feelings and memories she wished had stayed buried.

(YN’s braids look like this. https://www.tiktok.com/@studioanna/video/7110370226516053294.  I took inspiration from this video at how YN’s hair should look in this and the next chapter. ) 

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Mastelist 

There was an image you had to present at court. You must show that you are an heir, or royal blood. Your clothes must reflect your political power and stance, your makeup must reflect how you wished people to view you, and your hair had to be of your family. That is what YN told herself as she readied herself on the ship ride over to Kings Landing. She wanted to be ready and presentable even before she entered their carriage. As the ship got closer to land she finished the braids from her favorite page in her book. Thick silver white braids that had curly strands dangling alongside the braid, they reached her shoulders as she used her natural hair this time instead of the faux hair. They curled around her brown cheeks. Goddess braids, the summer island woman called them, this was her favorite style. 

Once they reached shore, YN had finished laying down the edges of her hair in swirled patterns. Smoothing down her form fitting black dress, she nodded to her image in the mirror. She looked like a princess. As she sat next to her brothers in the carriage, little Joff on her lap, YN smiled at her mother to calm her down. 

“You look very beautiful, YN.” Rhaenyra smiled at her daughter. 

“Thank you mama.” YN returned, reaching forward to hold her mother’s hand. “It will be fine. There’s no person that could deny you your right, and I wager uncle Daemon will see to it that no man will insult you by claiming a right.” YN teased and leant back, playing with Joff’s hair. 

As the Red Keep grew closer and closer, YN’s stomach danced with butterflies at the familiar sight. Memories of playing along the walls, balancing over high places, chasing her friend Aemond around the keep in games of tag, it was warm and nostalgic. Her trip in her memories was interrupted by the pitiful display of welcome. Only Lord Caswell appeared. YN held Luke’s hand as he greeted her mother, swallowing her anger at her step-grandmother’s obvious hand in this. The Keep looked different, the once beautiful tapestries of dragons and Targaryen heritage were replaced by ugly depictions of the seven pointed star of the faith. What was so strangely beautiful now is cold and ugly. YN was not overly religious, her gods were the wind and sea.

Once she found her old rooms, YN dismissed the attendants and found her way under the bed. It seemed this room was untouched as her hidden objects from her times playing with Aemond were still there. YN grabbed the carved dragon Aemond gave her when she turned 5, tracing her fingers over the small indents. Before she got lost in memories, her thoughts were stopped by the sound of Jace and Luke coming into her room. 

“YN. Come down with us to the training yard. Luke is too scared to go without you.” Jace teased, getting shoved playfully by their younger brother. 

“Oh I’ll come. If only to prove how much better I am at fighting than you Jace.” YN smirked at wrapped her arm over his shoulders. “Honestly, it baffles me that anyone would call you Strong. When you have the weak little arms of a chicken.” 

YN laughed and ran from her brother who gave a playful chase. That was her favorite joke to play, jesting at the fact she was taller than him and faster. Luke laughed, finally bringing a smile to his face. Once they found the yard, YN held herself in a more serious manner. Head up high, as her brothers followed behind. Finding the weapon table, YN picked the lighter sword. Testing the balance in both her hands, nodding at the weight before turning to her brother to hand it to him. 

“Here. You will practice today.” Jace tilted his head in question at her statement. “While I have no qualms with fighting in a dress, this one is too precious to dance around with blades in. Luke, what's wrong?”

The young boy stared down at the weapons. “What’s the problem?” Jace asked. 

“Everyone’s staring.” Luke muttered, Jace playfully pointed his sword at him. “No one would question me being the heir to driftmark ahead of YN… if… if I looked more like YN rather than Ser Harwin Strong.”

YN made her way over to him, bringing his head to her lips as she kissed the side of his dark curls. Pulling back to look into his eyes. “You are a Targaryen, a Velaryen. You are mother’s child, present yourself as such and no one will question you.” 

“It doesn’t matter what they think.” Jace comforted him. Their conversation cut short by cheering from the crowd. They surrounded the silver haired prince Aemond who twirled his sword in his pale hand. He danced against the fight of Ser Criston Cole. 

Jace seemed excited to watch, but YN rolled her eyes at the sight. Arrogant as well as egotistical, he was not someone YN thought well of. She judged their combat as Aemond dodged the blows from the knight. The one eyed prince confidently tossed the shield away from himself. Swing after swing, he moved out of the way of the spiked ball. Silver hair flickering in the wind. Eventually finding his opening to raise his sword to Ser Cristons neck, causing applause from the crowd but only making YN raise an eyebrow. She counted several points he would have defeated Ser Criston, but he had to show off as usual. 

Aemond searched the crowd. His breath stopped when he found the sight of YN. She was as beautiful as the stories from the folk said. Her hair curled around her face beautifully, her form was hugged by her black dress that shone hints of teal and red in the light. He wanted to speak to her privately, just to see her and talk. Explain how his heart ached to make peace with her for years. But his gaze darkened when he saw her brothers near her. 

“I don’t give a shit about tourneys.” Aemond responded to Ser Criston. Eye’s still on the Velaryon children. “Nephews… YN… have you come to train.”

“Has the prince finally found the virtue of picking his battles.” YN snarked. “I believe that must be good for you. Considering you only see half the battles presented to you. No, I do not intend to train today. I would only look for a challenge, and if the only challenges are you or Ser Cris-Ton Cole… I would find a better sport fighting children.” The crowd murmured at her sass. 

Before any response could be made, the guards opened the gate. Vaemond walking through with the banners of his house proudly at his side. YN glared at the man as he proudly walked to the keep, plans to ruin Luke’s right to the Drftwood throne apparent in his eyes. YN scoffed at the man, turning her heel and leaving the area before she could lose her temper. Aemond following after her quickly. 

“YN! YN! Wait please!” Aemond insisted, grabbing her forearm only for a moment before she snatched it away. 

“What do you want now? Do you wish to steal my dragon as well now?” YN bit. “Or maybe you want to smash my head against another stone wall before trying to kill my brother again? What else do you wish to inflict upon my family?” 

“YN please, I just want to-”

“Do you know I get terrible migraines now? I become overwhelmingly dizzy when I spend too much time on a boat. You may have robbed my one joy from me. Which is in keeping with your thieving character.” YN spat. “And you have the audacity to ask me to marry you. You are an arrogant, pathetic, one eyed monster.” 

“I never meant to hurt you.” Aemond sighed. “Everyday, I regret losing your friendship and love. But we can fix this. Our families are stirring to fight. If we are-”

“Are you insane?! I would never have you. Even if commanded by the king, I would never.” YN snarled. “I warned you that I’d hate you forever, and I do.” Tears began to prick at her eyes. “You were my person, my friend. And you betrayed me and my trust. You only had to tell the truth, but you lied to defend your slandering mother.”

“Do you think I don’t regret it?” Aemond asked. 

“I should hope you do. I hope you feel the same pain I feel walking through these halls with all our memories. To know what we could’ve been, but no longer are.” YN whispered, single tears running down her cheeks. “You insult my family, and carve knives into my heart. Any dwindling affection you kill. Aemond, I could never be with someone who would wound me this way.”

“YN, if there was some way.. I- I wish that…” Aemond stumbled over his words. Pale hand reaching to her brown fingers, barely touching them. “I’m sorry I lost you.” 

YN shook her head and walked away. Not wanting to see him anymore, she needed to clear her head. As she entered the area with her favorite tree, she found her mother and grandmother. Smiling at the two. 

“Grandmother.” YN greeted, interrupting their conversation to hug Rhaenys. “I’ve missed you. It’s been almost 8 months since we last saw each other.”

“My darling one. You are a sight for sore eyes.” Rhaenys whispered and kissed her cheeks. “You look more and more like your father.” 

“We should catch up soon. But I would like to speak to my mother first.” YN said. Her grandmother nodded, giving Rhaenyra one look before leaving. 

YN looked to her mother, concern knitting her brows as she saw the look on Rhaenyra’s face. YN reached her warm hands to her mothers cheeks and brushed a stray tear away before bringing the woman forth to a hug. Rhaenyra held her daughter close and shook slightly in her arms. Letting this small moment slip her composure, as it was just the two of them. 

“I don't know what to do YN. I don’t know if I can face these burdens by myself.” Rhaenyra whispered. 

“I am here Mama. I will stay by your side no matter what will happen. You are not alone.” YN comforted. Truly it did feel like their family was alone in this. Everyone seemed to be against them. And now with Aemond stirring uncertain feelings in her heart, YN felt she needed to be by her mother’s side now. 

YN was a Velaryon. She was loyal, and she was brave.

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Daemon Targaryen Headcanons

A/N: Send help a blonde baddie has bewitched me body and soul 😩 pls enjoy 🥰

Warnings: softness, kisses, playing with hair, discussions of orgasms, sex positions, teasing, dick size, and threesomes. Nothing graphic tho, just general descriptions that could apply to any sex reader. 

SFW

At the start of the relationship I could see him being sort of quiet and kind of stand-offish honestly; he wants to be good for you, take care of you, and make you happy, but vulnerability and caring about someone is new to him and he doesn't want to ruin it.

He would also get in his head about things quite easily at first. Like he might freeze up when you brush your hand against his while you’re walking together, but if you actually take his hand in yours he's overjoyed. Basically, at first, he needs you to be in charge and show him how to love you. 🥺

He struggles to fall asleep a lot, he tosses and turns and ‘hmph’s and worries about Viserys, and about your shared future, about Caraxes in-grown toenail, about a little of everything. But when you start sharing his bed with him, he finds that sleep comes easier. You’re warm and soft and so soft with him and he feels that he can finally rest when he’s in your arms. 

On slow mornings, he loves waking up to you running your hands through his hair. The motion is so soothing to him and it puts him in a good mood for the rest of the day.

I think his love language is probably either words of affirmation or acts of service. Like if you tell him how much he means to you or do something for him like have his sword cleaned or wash his hair for him-it just makes him melt💘

He likes to feed you; doesn't matter what or where, he likes feeling your lips around his fingers.

If you come to him when you're sad or upset, his first instinct is to punish whoever made you feel that way, and while you're thankful he's so willing to fight for you, you might have to tell him you'd rather him just hold you for a while.

I feel like he might be kind of awkward or nervous at first when it comes to intimate touch that is not sexual  (playing with his hands, combing through his hair, rubbing his shoulders, etc) I feel like he's just not used to someone wanting to make him feel loved for no other reason than they love him. 

If you two take a jaunt on dragon back and have a picnic somewhere without any witnesses... Daemon will braid your hair and sing to you in High Valyrian 🥺

He would, of course, introduce you to his bestie Caraxes and gingerly guide you to place your palm on his snout. When the dragon learns your scent and gets excited when you're near, Daemon thinks his heart could burst.

Once you acquire your own dragon tho, Caraxes is enamored with them. He sings the dragon love song and thumps his tail and nuzzles his face underneath your dragon's chin and the two become fast lovers.

Daemon is also kind of a nerd!! if he's not riding Caraxes or practicing with Dark Sister, he's in the library pouring over the histories of Old Valyria and his ancestors. He can tell you the lineage of his sword and the deeds of every king to have claimed the Iron Throne before his brother. He also gets super excited about new dragon eggs!! He’ll spend the whole day venturing through Dragonmount and when he retrieves the eggs, Daemon will bring them home to you, his face all dirty and sweaty and disgusting, but he's beaming and so excited that you just can’t say no to helping him clean the eggs off.....yay 😅

NSFW

I think the first few times you have sex, Daemon is very quiet, obedient, and soft. He knows what he’s doing and he knows what he wants to do, but you’re not like any of his lovers before. He doesn’t want to scare you or do something you don’t like, so he would rather just let you lead until he learns your body and what you like. 

He can actually be very sweet and tender during sex. If he’s feeling sweet, his preferred position is missionary with hand holding and eye contact. He also likes holding your face with both hands when you're riding him and kissing all over your legs and stomach before he gives you oral.  As much as he wants people to think he’s a fuckboy, he can’t cum unless he feels that emotional element as well as the raw attraction.

Hate to say it but Daemon's BDE is more than valid 👀 The first time you had sex it took a few tries and some extra lube to fit him all the way in 😩

With that in mind, if you tell him you want him to be rough, he can do that too. (doggy with hair pulling is his favorite). He's incredible at building your tension up, teasing you just enough to keep you there until he’s ready, and then pushing you over the edge to get you to explode for him 🥵

He makes your body tremble, vision turn to black, ears ring, and your hands claw at his back when he gives you an orgasm. He’s not satisfied unless he knows he’s made you cum as well. 

He is also down to try p much anything sex wise. He likes to try new things every time, but of course, will make sure you're into it too before he does. If you tell him a long kept fantasy of yours, or tell him you have an idea you want to try, he's immediately down, yes, let's do it, where's the nearest couch, bed, or closet 😏😏

Daemon is either very into a threesome or either very not into a threesome. The only reason he'd say no is because he's so possessive and he couldn't stand to see anyone else touch you the way he does.

He also likes teasing you when he's bored at small council meetings. He'll lean over to you and whisper in your ear something about how he can't stop thinking about how good you taste and tuck a little peck just under your ear and you’ll have to sit there and try not to blush. 

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Broken bonds

Paring: Ser Harwin Strong/ OC

Warnings: Swearing, character death

1.07

You were surprised to find Alicent waiting for you just outside the dragon pit when you returned to the keep. She has a furious expression on her face. You were glad Harwin insisted on travelling back to the keep by boat instead of dragon back. “Queen Alicent,” you curtsied. You didn’t particularly like her, but you always gave her respect as Queen. “What is wrong?”

“What is wrong? You’ve been gone for months! The king has been beside himself with worry since you returned to Dragonstone.”

“Worrying my father is the last thing I wish to do, but It didn’t seem right to leave Dragonstone so soon after what happened, your Grace. Good men died while protecting our dragons; the least I could do is stand by them.”

Your father's council had declared Arthur Weststar a lone madman; neither you nor Daemon believed this, but with Otto whispering in the king's ear, it was hard to convince him otherwise. Since then, Otto had been fired from the hand of the king, and Lord Lyonel Strong had replaced him. You had remained on Dragonstone, only arriving back on the morning the celebrations for Rhaenyra’s wedding began.

Alicent’s eyes start to become glossy. “I understand wanting to remain loyal to those who protect you.”

You felt bad for her; Alicent was just a young girl, just as you were, forced her into marrying someone before she was ready. You sympathised with how lonely it can feel, and in a way, she’s now lost her father. You clasp your hand over hers and say, “I’m loyal to House Targaryen, and that includes you and my siblings.”

She gulps down and quietly says, “Thank you, princess; your kind words mean a great deal to me. But I must tell you there have been troubling tales surrounding why you returned to Dragonstone.”

Your face heats up. “Forgive me your grace, but I’m unaware of what you’re talking about.”

“Apparently you have been fucking Daemon.”

Disgust is the only word you can think of to describe how you feel after hearing those words. Ew. You loved your uncle very much, but not once had the thought of even kissing him crossed your mind. “I can assure you that is nothing more than a venomous lie. I admire and respect my uncle, but there is nothing further from the truth.”

“I believe you,” she says, clearing her throat. “Have you spoken much to Rhaenyra recently?”

“We have been exchanging ravens, mainly talking about our dragons or her wedding. I do believe Laenor Velaryon is an excellent match.”

Alicent remains quiet for a moment, and when she finally speaks, she asks, “When was the last time you spoke to Daemon?”

“He left Dragonstrone a couple of weeks ago.”

“Did he tell you where he was going?” Alicent’s knuckles were turning white from gripping the fabric on her sleeves so tightly.

“No,” you confirm. “My uncle just told me he was leaving; that is all.”

“Very well, I think it’s best we start to prepare for the celebrations.”

You bow your head. Alicent turns on her heels and leaves, with two knights close behind her. Something about the conversation that just transpired didn’t sit right; although she was asking about you and Daemon, you had a feeling it was more about your sister.

—

“Sister!” Rhaenyra says excitedly as you enter her quarters.

Skilled handmaidens delicately place small sparkling rubies in her hair, which was braided in an elaborate up-do. It blended beautifully with her white gown with gold embellishments. If this was her outfit for the welcome feast, you could only imagine how magical she’ll look on her actual wedding day.

“You look beautiful.”

Her face lights up. “Thank you. I know you have a selection of gowns, but I had the seamstress make one for you especially.”

One of her handmaidens brings forward a black gown made of silk with a vibrant red cloak that has dragons sown into it. The gown has a v-neck with long sleeves that have gold embroidery at the cuffs.

You reach out and your fingers glide along the smooth fabric, tears springing to your eyes when you let go. “It’s stunning, thank you.”

Seeing your eyes start to well up, your sister orders everyone else to leave the room. “Vaella, what is wrong?”

“I just wish our mother was here; she’d be so proud of you.”

“Don’t,” Rhaenyra begins to fan at her face, “you’ll make me cry, and this is supposed to be a happy day. So let’s change the subject while you get dressed.”

“I’ll ask the handmaidens to come back.”

“I will help you get dressed so that it’s just us two, and we can catch up.”

By the time your gown was on and fitted properly, Rhaenyra had filled you in on Daemon leaving her at a brothel, her sleeping with Ser Criston Cole, and the arrangement made between her and Ser Laenor. Truth be told, you were jealous that she was married to someone so understanding; even if she and Laenor didn’t love each other in a romantic sense, you had a strong feeling they would still have an incredible friendship.

“What about you, sister? Was there any other reason why you remained in Dragonstone for six weeks, aside from avoiding Thomas, of course?”

You chewed on your bottom lip. You weren’t sure how Rhaenyra would take your confession; she might think you were being foolish. “I stayed because I wanted to be happy; of course I missed you and my father, but being on the island I felt at peace, and I was even happier because I had Harwin by my side.”

She raises her brows. “Your sworn protector, Ser Harwin Strong?”

You nod.

“I guess we both have a thing for fine knights.”

You look up at your sister and smile as she stands behind you and begins brushing your hair. “I love him, Rhaenyra, in a way that I’ve never loved anyone before.”

“Does he feel the same way?”

“I think so; we haven’t said the actual words to each other because once we do, everything changes.”

She kisses the crown of your head and says, “Then I believe you made the right choice by staying in Dragonstone.”

—

It amazed you how many houses had turned up just for the feast before the official wedding celebrations began. You are seated between Lord Lyonel Strong and your uncle Daemon, who had turned up fashionably late. You were desperate to know what plans he had set in motion for Ely's house, but now wasn’t the time to ask.

Anger simmered beneath the surface of your skin. Queen Alicent had made a mockery of your house by arriving late and wearing a gown the same shade of green as the Hightowers beacon that glows when Oldtown calls its banners to war. It was an insult to the Targaryen name.

From your chair, you look over at Ser Harwin. It was hard for you to stay away from him, but it was best not to be seen as inseparable while at court. But as the night progresses, you can't take your eyes off him. He may be sitting beside his brother not far from you, but you can't shake the gnawing in your gut that if you look away for one second, he'll evaporate into thin air.

You had a sense something bad was going to happen for a while, but your dreams were vague and hard to piece together.

Beside you, Daemon arches his back, and his spine cracks. “Care to dance, niece?”

You accept his hand and follow his lead to the dance floor. You notice his gaze is on Lady Laena as he twirls you around. “She’s pretty.”

“So is her brother.”

The next song that plays is one that requires you to change partners. You dance with a few different lords, and just as the song ends, Harwin takes your hand in his. He holds onto it tightly while placing his other hand on your lower back as slower-paced music begins to fill the room.

“I trust your journey back was well.”

You fall into his voice as he tells you of his travels back to the keep. Harwin once told you he was terrified of drowning, which is why he usually avoided open water unless absolutely necessary. His laugh pulls you from your fixated trance. “It seems fairly safe compared to travelling on dragon back.”

“Don’t tell me you’re scared of Varos.”

He pulls you in closer and quietly says, “No, but my feelings for his rider do.”

Deep down, you knew this thing between you would never last when you returned to the keep, not unless something changed. You didn't want to confess your true feelings to him just yet; you wanted to at least wait until the wedding celebrations were over before you could figure out how to make it work.

You nearly jump out of your skin when you feel a hand come down on your shoulder. “Might I cut in?”

You grimace upon seeing Thomas standing beside you. You had managed to avoid him so far. You fight the urge to smirk, thinking how pissed he must be that Rhaenyra requested he not dine at the top table with the rest of your family.

Not being able to refuse him, Harwin nods and says, “Lord Thomas, princess.”

You feel as if bugs are crawling beneath your skin when you take Thomas’s hand in yours to dance. His tone is biting as he says, “I know what he means to you, Vaella, but you are my wife, not his.”

“Ah yes, your wife, who will one day be a pawn in your game and produce a male heir just for you to try and usurp her sister with.”

Thomas seems unfazed that you knew about his plan. He says nothing and tilts his head back to where Ser Joffrey Lonmouth and Ser Criston Cole are talking. “I’ve just had a conversation with Joffrey; it appears he had a lot of information about your sister and her sworn protector.” Thomas grips your face tightly; he forces a smile so onlookers would think it was just a tender moment between man and wife. His voice is dark and threatening. “I guess being a whore runs in the family.”

“Better to be a whore than a Lannister.”

He smirks, “It’s such a shame what happened to Ser Harwin; not to worry though, I’ll do better next time.”

“Next time?”

“Next time, I’ll hire someone better than a fucking Weststar to carry out a simple task.”

You spit in his face, “Traitors cunt.”

Before Thomas can reply, a sharp scream pierces the room, and all hell breaks loose. He lets go of you to see what is going on; you see a flash of short silver hair. At the same time, a knight of the king's guard grabs hold of you and escorts you to the table where your father is standing up, watching as chaos erupts in the centre of the great hall as the lord and ladies, who were dancing moments prior, push and shove each other, many of them falling to the ground.

Your eyes scan the hall, looking for any sign of Rhaenyra. She had disappeared into the crowd of frightened people. “Where’s my sister?” You ask one of the knights, “Rhaenyra! Rhaenyra!”

A horrified shriek fills the room, but it’s from the opposite direction of where the main gathering is. Your father gripped your shoulder tightly; he was afraid. He looks to the knights standing behind the table and says, “Go find my daughter!”

“There! The princess is over there!” Alicent says, pointing at Rhaenyra, that she was backing away from something. When she lets out a loud scream, you push your way through the crowd to get to her, ignoring the calls for you to come back.

Just as you’re about to reach her, an arm reaches around your waist, holding you back. Harwin pulls you back. “Trust me, princess, you don’t want to see what’s down there.”

“What’s happened?”

“Ser Joffrey Lonmouth is dead,” he says, clearing his throat. “So is Thomas Lannister; he’s been killed.”

“Killed? How?”

“He was stabbed multiple times.”

You step back from Harwin to look at Rhaenyra and see your uncle comforting her. You and Daemon lock eyes, and the small nod he gives you is confirmation that he’s the one who killed Thomas.

A sickening knot twisted in your gut.

You turn to the side and vomit after experiencing a sudden pain in your stomach and wave of nausea. You hated Thomas, but the reality of what you had set in motion sank in. Rhaenyra rushes to your side, rubbing your back with one hand and holding your hair back with another. When you look up, Daemon is gone.

It was just another secret for you to keep.

—

The chill of the night's air bites at your exposed hands as you sit beneath the godswood, looking up at the sky and tracing the stars with your eyes. After the chaos during the feast, your father thought it was best for Rhaenyra and Laenor to marry as soon as possible, which they did in a small ceremony with just family present.

“Princess, I’ve been looking everywhere for you. I was worried when you hadn’t returned to your chamber.” Harwin says as he marches towards you that when you don’t reply, he kneels at your level, reaching for your hand. “Vaella, at some point we need to talk about what has been going on. I know a lot has happened tonight, but I want you to know that I love you, and I’ll remain by your side no matter what happens next.”

You sigh, “I love you too.”

“Then why can’t you look me in the eye?”

“I need to see a maester.” Looking back, you should have realised that things had changed much sooner than now. You lower your head to look at Harwin as tears roll down your cheeks. “I think I’m pregnant.”