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thinking about nyra's relationship with divinity. it's always been famously difficult for me to write about because it's so nebulous; it exists, certainly, it has since she was a kid, but it's so not the traditional paladin-esque devotion to a god that it makes it hard to pinpoint.
then i started writing my zine fic where a lot of these ideas came to a head and it's finally dawned on me that her object of devotion is not a god, or even her patron goddess lyssa, it's herself. to quote my own writing on that:
But Nyra’s a different kind of beast altogether, half-way heroic, half-way self-serving.
power recognizes power kinda thing. i don't think she sees herself as their equals - not fully, anyway - but it speaks volumes on her ever solid view of herself and how she's the center of her own world, for better or for worse. i know i talk about her ego a lot but it's literally one of her most defining traits and it really does influence how she interacts with the world around her. like, the only thing that can enrage her to the point of incoherence (not any productive anger) is the treatment she's getting not matching the idea of how she should be treated in her own mind.
and this little point also neatly marries another one - she's a recovering self-loathing sufferer, and that produces a certain hyper awareness of herself as well. she holds herself accountable sometimes to an overwhelming degree, which is something that actual gods don't seem to do all that often and that for her means that she can never be a god, but does she have a potential to? does she aspire to something as close to that as a mortal can achieve? yes.
her faith's a twisted and strange thing but it's very dear to me nonetheless and also why did i write a tragic hero
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thinking about how whenever someone makes a positive edit of alicent every single clip of her looking genuinely happy is her younger self and she's always looking at rhaenyra
#i've missed you too#they were each others safe place and they've been withering away since they lost it#just remembered also that dinner scene clip where she is laughing but that always feels ooc to me#like no one on that side of the table is funny ljke that stop lying#but also this was her first time seeing nyra in years so i still contribute that happiness to her#cause you see them both visibly relaxing / getting happier as it goes on and as they give their gay lil toasts to each other#also the way ali was trying so desperately to hold onto the feeling basically begging nyra not to leave#i'll return on dragonback ☹️#if only if only if only#rhaenicent#anyway.#what is bro yapping about
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Alicent and Criston have every right to be together.
I’ve read a lot of posts regarding their non-existent hypocrisy and I’d like to clear some things up.
First and foremost, stop using Alicent’s “Where is duty, where is sacrifice?” line against her or Nyra’s outrageous “Exhausting, wasn’t it?” speech because you think you’re eating when you’re, in fact, starving. Alicent has done her duty and sacrificed herself. It’s the only thing she’s been doing for the past 20 years. She gave the man she was forced to marry four children and she took care of him despite all the shit he put her through. She has lived all her life based on her principles and now her husband is gone. She mourned him, she buried him, it’s been more than 10 days since his death (confirmed that E1 S2 takes place 10 days after Lucerys’ death) and she is finally fucking free. She deserves a sliver of comfort. Alicent is the only one in this series that’s been faithful and dutiful to a T, yet look where that got her. If someone has the right to break the law a little bit, it’s definitely her.
That being said, I don’t know when it was decided that Alicent is a pious saint that can do no wrong, but I need to remind y’all that following a religion does not magically prevent you from sinning. Is she committing fornication? Obviously. However, you are all under this impression that this is hypocritical on her behalf because she berated Rhaenyra for it when they were younger, without considering that her anger was justified for a myriad of other reasons, such as (but not limited to): 1) the fact that Rhaenyra’s freedom to marry whomever she pleased was a privilege granted to her thanks to Alicent’s efforts, who supported her even if Rhaenyra hated her, yet her friend casually threw that away, 2) the fact that Rhaenyra lied to her by swearing on her morher’s grave and never even mentioned Criston, 3) the fact that Rhaenyra had the guts to call her “sister” while lying to her face, 4) the fact that her lies resulted in Otto getting fired since Rhaenyra misled Alicent so that she speaks to Viserys in favour of her friend and betraying her own father by siding against him (a decision she wouldn’t have made if she knew the truth), leaving her completely alone and friendless at court, even if he was right all along and finally 5) the fact that Rhaenyra is the most sought after bachelorette in the whole world and by having sex she undermines herself (Rhaenyra knows this well, hence why she denies these accusations) and literally endangers herself, because had she been married to any other man but Laenor and had this man found out his wife and future queen is not a virgin, imagine the fucking horrors she could have been subjected to. Like, I hate to break it to you, but a 40-year-old widow, who’s had four kids and has completed her duty to the point where she is actually no longer needed and could leave the palace to go live the rest of her life in peace somewhere else and no one would notice her absence (literally though, she has birthed heirs, her husband is dead, her son is a grown adult king, her job is done there), having sex, is not the same as an 18-year-old princess and future heir in her prime, whose purity is linked to her worth, getting caught drunk in a brothel, hooking up with her uncle and losing her virginity to her guard, all in one night. Viserys himself was outraged. There’s lows and then there’s lows, y’all.
By the way, the crazy assumptions that Alicent has been cheating on Viserys with Criston for a while now need to stop. When Olivia Cooke said that they had filmed a messy sex scene with Fabien Frankel in a recent interview, she never said this was for S1 of HOTD. I don’t know where y’all got that from, but even if it was true, that scene has been scrapped so it is not canon. And don’t make me laugh about Daeron, a dragon rider who canonically has Valyrian features, potentially having brown hair. You’re all so blinded by your hatred for Alicent that you want her to be a lying hypocrite in order to make yourselves feel better about Rhaenyra’s mishaps, that you don’t get that the whole point of her and Criston getting physical is that she is a tortured woman who is finally able to break free, not that she has been a hypocrite all along. You’re heavily misunderstanding her arc.
Finally, when it comes to my good man Criston, y’all have lost it completely. No, Alicent is not raping him, unless he tells her to stop and she closes the door behind her like Rhaenyra did that is. No, Criston did not lie about how important his honour is to him. There’s a whole article on how Clare Kilner, the director of E4 S1, decided that Cole removing his armour slowly was necessary because it symbolises his inner conflict and uncertainty over breaking his vow: should he soil his cloak for the sake of the woman he loves? And he does soil it, because he thinks she loves him back. But that honourable man dies the day Rhaenyra tells him that he’ll never be anything more than a side piece to her. This man stops giving a flying fuck about his honour, oath, position and life. He is trying to kill himself. And you know what stops him? Alicent. Alicent is the only thing between him and death, the only person to show him kindness and understanding, to pull him up from the lowest point in his life. I don’t think you heard Alicent in E7 S1: “No, you’re sworn to me!”. Y’all. His life is hers. He doesn’t care about Rhaenyra, his job, Viserys, anyone else at this point. Only Alicent exists in his mind, Fabien himself has said time and time again that his loyalty to her is unwavering. He only exists for Alicent’s sake. He’s who you wish Daemon was. Crying that “Criston is a bad knight and a liar because he broke his chastity oath yet again!” is so pointless because that knight has been dead since Rhaenyra’s marriage to Laenor. What does an oath mean when you find out the people you swore it to have betrayed you? Why should he keep his promise to the people who abused him?
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The Vow Spoken Through Time - Part 2
Daemon x Rhaenyra x Wife!Reader
Series: Series Masterlist
Warnings: MDNI, general filth, threesome, smut, dirty talk, oral (male receiving), and Rhaenyra ‘talks you through it’ Targaryen
Tags: marriage, poly relationship, Daemon being hopelessly in love with his wives, Queen!Rhaenyra
Words: ~1.6K
Description: Y/N is having a rough morning. She's fired. She's hungover. She's in a stranger's bed. She's waking up in a new world? She's married?!
Rhaenyra and Daemon's day started normal. Waking up next to their darling wife before tending to their duties. The difference? Their wife is speaking in riddles and has no memories of them.
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“Darling, you need to wake up,” Rhaenyra coaxes, stroking her fingers through your hair. “The tournament is today and the maids have already drawn you a bath.”
You groan, rolling away from your wife and back into Daemon’s warm side. “Five more minutes,” you grumble.
Rhaenyra snorts out a laugh, “we both know what that will turn into.”
“It’s not fair,” you whine. “Why does Daemon get to sleep in? Isn’t he competing in this damn thing?” You pull the blankets up over your head in an attempt to shut out the light.
Rhaenyra yanks the blankets down, and the sudden chill from the morning air is enough to wake both you and Daemon. “Now you’re both up.”
You grumble, rolling out of bed and attempting to wipe the sleep from your eyes. “Can you pick a dress for me, Nyra?”
Rhaenyra hums her agreement and rifles through your wardrobe to find something “tourney-appropriate.” You gaze at your wife, awestruck. It’s been six months since you woke up in Westeros. Y/N from a year ago couldn’t even imagine herself married, let alone to someone like Rhaenyra and Daemon. But now? You couldn’t really fathom life without them. Things were just….easy with them. Of course you argued, but the three of you never went to bed angry. You weren’t one to believe in soulmates, but the way they fit so effortlessly into you could convince you otherwise.
You softly pad across the room, sliding your arms around Rhaenyra’s waist and resting your chin on her shoulder. Pecking her cheek, you watch as she sifts through the wardrobe. “Does it really matter what I wear?”
“This is your first public outing since you lost your memories, of course it matters,” Rhaenyra chides. “I want this day to be perfect for you.”
You laugh light, nuzzling into Nyra and trailing kisses up her neck. “If you want this day to be perfect, we could just forget the tourney and make our own entertainment here.”
“You’re insatiable.” Rhaenyra says, turning around to kiss you deeply. You moan into her mouth as she grips your hips and pulls you closer into her. She nips at your lower lip, drawing a gasp from you. Your hands fly up to grip her hair, the white locks soft and neat despite last night’s activities.
Rhaenyra breaks the kiss, hands trail up your sides as she pulls your shift up and over your head. You shiver at the cool air, but Nyra chases that away as she kisses and nips her way down your neck. A curse is stuck in your throat as Rhaenyra plucks at your nipple with deft fingers. Your hands cradle her head as you try to pull her back up into a kiss, but Nyra bats ur hands away and laves her tongue over your nipple. “Nyra, please,” you whine.
She glances to the bed behind, a smirk playing on her lips. “It appears we have an audience,” she purrs. You look over your shoulder to see Daemon, lounging on the bed in nothing more than his wedding rings. His back is against the headboard as he lazily strokes his cock. “What do you say darling?” Rhaenyra asks as she turns you to face Daemon fully. “Should we give him a show?”
You nod desperately, wanting nothing more than for Rhaenyra to touch you again.
“Use your words.” Daemon’s voice is gravely from sleep.
“Please.”
“Please?” Rhaenyra teases. “I can’t give you anything unless you tell me exactly what it is you want.” Her left arm slides around your waist, holding you in place.
“Please touch me.”
“I am touching you.” She nibbles at your ear as she tightens her grip on your waist.
“You know what I me-”
“Oh I don’t think I do. Where does my needy little dragon want to be touched?” Rhaenyra asks. “Here?” Her right hand ghosts across your cheek. “Or maybe….here?” Her hand falls to tweak at your nipple.
“Ah-”
“No, I think you want me here,” Nyra purrs as she slips a hand between your thighs. You widen your stance, rocking your hips forward into her palm. She rubs tight circles on your clit as she reaches her other hand up to pluck at your nipples.
“You give in to her too easily,” Daemon chastises. “If you keep spoiling her like this, she’ll never want to leave our chambers.”
“My prince, don’t you have a tournament to prepare for?” you say as you turn your head to catch Nyra’s lips.
“Hmm, mouthing off are we?” Daemon hums in response. “I can think of a far better use for those pretty lips.”
“If you win today, I just might consider putting these ‘pretty lips’ to a use,” you tease.
Daemon’s gaze darkens and he motions you forward as he shifts to sit on the edge of the bed, spreading his thighs. You lick your lips in anticipation, stalking forward and dropping to your knees before him. Nuzzling into his knee, you kiss up his thigh and stop as you reach his cock. “Open,” he orders, slapping his cock lightly against your tongue.
You shift your thighs, trying to get some friction. “There’s my obedient little slut,” Daemon purrs. “All that fire just disappears the second she’s on her knees.”
His fingers wind into your hair, guiding his cock into your mouth. You eagerly lap at the head of his cock, lightly sucking. “That’s it,” he moans. “Keep going, my love. Take me a little deeper.”
You moan as you bob your head to take him deeper, sliding a hand between your legs to toy with your clit.
“None of that.” Rhaenyra says, pulling your hand away from your core before her hands replace Daemon’s to grip your hair. She sets a harder pace than Daemon, fucking your mouth down onto his cock.
Spit drips down your chin as your moans vibrate along his shaft. “Fuck,” Daemon swears. “You feel so good, my love–taking me so well.”
“Like she’s made for us,” Rhaenyra finishes.
Your hands grip at Daemon’s thighs as you fall into Nyra’s rhythm. You gag lightly as she forces you down a little too far. She pulls you back instantly, kissing your forehead in an apology before guiding you back down.
“Just like that,” she murmurs. “Can you take a little more?”
You attempt to nod as she slowly presses you down, and you feel the head of his cock bump the back of your throat.
“Gods,” Daemon moans.
“Fuck, look at you.” Rhaenyra murmurs. “Halfway down his cock and gagging for more. You can keep going for me, can’t you?”
Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, but you’re determined. You swallow around his cock as you let Rhaenyra guide you down.
“Eyes up, I want to watch as you take me down your throat.”
Your eyes flutter as you meet his gaze. You struggle to get the last few inches, but even your breathing before sliding home.
“Good girl,” Rhaenyra purrs. “Hold it.” Her hand holds you firmly down at the base of Daemon’s cock. “Right there.”
“Fuck, I’m so close.” Daemon breaths out. He moans, his hips bucking lightly as he struggles to restrain himself from fucking your face.
“Can you take it for us?” Nyra leans down to nip at your earlobe. “I want you to make Daemon come. You can do that, just a little more.”
Daemon swears as his restraint breaks. He thrusts up into your mouth, and you grip his thighs tighter in response. He climaxes with a low groan. Rhaenyra grips your hair harder, pulling your head back so you’re staring up at her.
“Don’t swallow,” she orders. “Open wide, let me see the mess he made.” You whine, eyes rolling back at her words. Your mouth drops open, and Rhaenyra groans at the sight. She leans down, kissing you fiercely, swiping her tongue across yours to taste Daemon’s cum.
You moan into the kiss, pulling at her dress in an attempt to get it off.
“Later love,” she says, pulling away from you. “Your bath is getting cold.”
“But I didn’t-”
“We know,” Daemon smiles wickedly. “But I have a tourney to prepare for.” He wanders over to the wardrobe, pullings a pair of pants on before stopping to plant a kiss on your lips.
“Not fair,” you whine. “I didn’t get to come.” Your hands reach for his waistband.
“No,” Daemon scolds, clasping your hands together in his larger one and wrenching your body into his. “You’re not in charge here. You’re going to listen and obey like a good little girl.” You whine in response, nodding furiously in agreement. Suddenly, Rhaenyra’s warm body brushes up against your back. She nibbles lightly at your ear before kissing and licking her way down your neck.
“No need to be cruel,” Rhaenyra purrs. “Our little dragon is just begging for attention the only way she knows how.”
You whimper, canting your hips into Daemon’s. He slides a thigh between yours, pressing it up against your cunt. Your eyes roll back and you moan at the friction. “Please,” you breathe out, your teary eyes meeting his.
“Later,” Daemon promises. “After I win the tournament, I promise to lock you in these rooms and fuck that needy cunt until you’re begging me to stop.”
NOTE: Should I…..turn this into an actual series with an actual plot….nahhhh. Maybe later. For now I’m just enjoying writing their dynamic. Can’t wait to drop part 3 for ya’ll.- Lacie <3
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Eye of the Storm - Chapter 19: (Smut)
Summary: In the wake of Rhysand’s ascension as High Lord, the Bone Carver gifts a prophecy. More than five hundred years later, Azriel continues to wait for the one who is finally reborn as his High Lady’s sister. All it takes is a dip in the Cauldron for things to start falling into place.
Chapter Summary: The plot thickens (the plot is Azriel's cock). And now, Nyra knows.
Warnings: smut, full-blown smut, Azirel's hands, Azriel's fingers, oral sex (female receiving), minors please stay away.
Author's message: A very huge thank you to my newest beta readers for Eye of the Storm @div94 and @seasonallyapril ✨✨ I could not come up with the title of the chapter 😂😂
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You’re the Mother’s most beautiful creation. Azriel’s voice reverberated through their connection as he looked at her.
And he was thankful that she was here, choosing him.
To undress her.
To part her thighs.
It was an honour of the highest level.
And patience was something he thought he wouldn’t have with Nyra once he got his chance. But even then, the sense of wonder remained as he saw and touched his mate for the first time.
His scarred fingers touched her inner thighs, pressing and rubbing the skin gently and firmly. Touching her felt like some form of salvation.
Even more so as she gasped his name. Like it was a prayer.
His name sounded like a prayer.
And she was wet.
He pressed his thumb against her slit and gently dragged it upwards. He could feel her clit and hear the gasps his touch induced. His hands came to the underside of her thighs and dragged her to the edge of the bed.
And with all the gentleness he could muster, he brought his tongue from the end and dragged it through her slit, taking a generous taste of her.
Such a fucking delicacy. After that, there was no stopping him.
He’d had a taste.
And he was thirsting for more.
Thank you for the meal. And he began feasting.
Azriel had a wicked mouth. A really wicked one. Because the precision with which the male was targeting her clit had Nyra trembling like a leaf.
His tongue teased her slowly, gently. And just when she wanted to tell him that she wanted more, she felt one of his fingers slowly enter her pussy.
A moan escaped her at the intrusion, it being slightly painful in the beginning and bringing much more pleasure afterwards.
And he began pulling the finger out, making her whimper. He pushed it back again.
And this time, in her desperation, Nyra clenched around that finger. Such a good girl. All ready to clench around my cock like that.
In between her pleasure, Nyra was quite shocked at the dirty talk. Since when was he talkative in this manner?
I want to talk to you. She heard his response. His tongue flicked her clit. Another finger slowly entered her, disappearing knuckle-deep inside her with the first. She moaned again. And when you make sounds like that, I want to tell you all about my depraved fantasies.
It was a swirl of different points of pleasure uniting in her abdomen. His mouth, his fingers, the shadows.
It was overwhelming. He had her laid down on the bed, legs spread nicely for him before he kneeled and began worshipping her with his mouth, feasting on her like he’d been craving for her his entire life.
His fingers were slowly moving, as if to savour the moment. They were definitely larger and thicker than her own. And the scars felt so undeniably good, it felt like sin.
Her body arched and twisted. “Azriel.”
Let me quench my thirst. And as long as she didn’t interrupt his feast, Azriel allowed her movements. His hold on her thigh, his scars. How perfect they were.
Her breasts ached for his hands. Every part of her ached for his hands.She wanted them on her shoulders, waist, hips, her hair. She wanted him to grab her skin roughly and not simply graze and tease her skin.
Her want was becoming unbearable with Azriel only paying attention to her cunt.
But even that part of her ached. She wanted him for two years and every intimate touch on her body seemed like a poor substitute to a hypothetical situation where they would’ve fucked each other.
Not so hypothetical anymore, don’t you think? He sounded confident. She liked it.
Thank you for the reality. Her snarky response earned her a bite on the inner thigh.
Interested in remaining a brat?
Only if you’re going to fuck it out of me.
Azriel stilled at her reply. She looked at him and found him looking at her with wide eyes. She began worrying, her upper body rising and a hand extending to touch his cheek. “What happened?”
He leaned into her palm, eyes closing in contentment. And then he looked at her. “Have you always been such a dirty girl?”
She smiled teasingly. “And what if I have?”
Azriel grabbed the side of her throat, his thumb on her jaw and angled her face the way he wanted to kiss her. His hand slid across her jawline, disappearing into her thick curls, fingers weaving themselves into her hair before he pulled.
Her breasts pressed against him, ridding him of reason.
Why was she still wearing that bra?
Not that he had many complaints about how she looked in black lace but it should have been disposed of by now.
Even with Nyra sitting on the bed and Azriel kneeling at the side of it, he was taller. And larger. And so much warmer. His wings trembled before relaxing and spreading as much as they could. The shadows played with her hair and neck and she pulled him closer to deepen the kiss.
How are you feeling? The question came as a surprise to her.
Nyra pulled back to look him in the eye.There was no doubt that they were both ravenous for each other. Azriel with one hand in her hair and one gripping the flesh of her waist and Nyra with both hands around his neck.
Quite satisfied. Thank you very much. She smiled against his lips when he chuckled.
“Tell the shadows when you want to stop.” He knew fully well that he was not going to stop on his own. That he couldn’t stop on his own even if he wanted to.
"All right." The shadows would be her safeguard. They’d been given the order to place her commands over his. But then, a mischievous one snipped the straps of her bra.
A few more bold tendrils removed the remnants of her bra, as if they were presenting their mistress’s breasts for the view. And Azriel remained in stunned silence, looking at her breasts, wondering if he was hallucinating.
He pinched a nipple and Nyra whimpered.
Gods. These breasts were real. He wasn’t imagining them.
He kissed her softly. “My darling goddess.”
She moaned into his mouth. And all the softness in their kiss went to hell as he began devouring her.
Azriel slowly descended to her breasts, leaving the evidence of his mouth behind in the form of dark marks and saliva.
“So fucking pretty.” His mouth latched on to a nipple. Gods. Her breasts had aroused another level of obsession.
Soft breasts. Pretty nipples. Azriel was pleased his shadows agreed. He’d take his time with these wonderful breasts and it’d never be enough.
“Azriel.” He loved his name. Loved how she called him. How she moaned it. Fuck.
Every sound she made, every breath she took—all of it went straight to his cock.
A particularly harsh suck and her body arched for him, pushing those perfect breasts into his face. His gratitude was at its highest. When are you ever going to stop surprising me with your beauty?
What? Her voice through that connection was nearly enough to make him come.
Your breasts are beautiful. Azriel met her gaze, still under the haze of his own admiration.
Thank- Oh! She moaned through that connection. And Azriel felt a pull against his chest. He needed to feel that again. So he got to work.
He thanked the cauldron everyday for his mate. He knew he’d have a hard time restraining himself from grabbing her at every second, waking or otherwise.
But his cock had other priorities. He needed to be inside her. He needed that pretty pussy clenching around his cock, squeezing him till he came inside her.
Mistress. Mistress. Mistress. Many shadows began calling her. May we touch your breasts? Please. Please. Please.
Yes. And the shadows nearly covered all of her breasts. Their caress was cool against her skin. Her eyes closed and she enjoyed it.
She was beginning to get used to this. To the shadows touching her intimately. Their gentle, teasing touch. A gasp escaped her when they began teasing her nipples.
Did you forget me already? Azriel continued to radiate warmth, a contradiction to the cool shadows he commanded.
Maybe. She peered up at him and she thought she’d be too shy to maintain eye contact but fuck, he was such a breathtaking sight.
A layer of sweat on his tanned skin made it gleam. His gaze was an arresting sensation. Mouth wet from their kiss and the time he spent between her legs.
Azriel looked very much eager to touch her more. I am. He conceded. I want to touch you, Nyra. To give you pleasure in every manner possible.
A hand came towards her breast and the shadows cleared away, revealing it for him.
She sighed at the feeling of his scars on her. Her nipple grazed the uneven layers of his skin, back bowing in satisfaction.
Azriel leaned in towards the other, the shadows once again clearing away for him before his mouth kissed the other nipple.
Nyra was overwhelmingly eager for Azriel’s cock. And the male was busy feasting on her breasts as if he could actually eat them to satiate his hunger.
And then he was crawling above, pressing that thick, veiny cock on her belly. Her hand found it and she cherished his groan as she pumped it.
“When?” She demanded. And his gaze flared with realisation.
Azriel felt it all.
Felt her desire for him.
Felt her desire for his hands.
His scarred hands.
His cock.
She was far too alluring for him to retain any of his senses. And he let himself be led by what he desired and what he could feel from her.
The shadowsinger lifted her from the edge of the bed and threw her towards the middle of the bed. At the sign of no longer being treated as a delicate creature, Nyra felt her enthusiasm hike up.
Azriel loomed over her, effectively separating her from the world. His wings spread before they rested on the bed, cocooning them in the dark with very little light but enough to see each other’s faces and make out where parts of their body might be.
She brought her hand to his cheek and Azriel kissed her.
I’ve waited for you for far longer than I thought possible. Five hundred and seven years, two months, one week, and three days. He didn’t know if he could ever tell her.
And the way Nyra was looking at him, all attracted to him. It went to his ego and by extension, his cock.
His cock was easily pressed against that belly. Gods, he could nearly feel it. He pumped his cock a couple of times before he brought it to her thighs. “Spread your legs.”
She obeyed, her impatience and desire now palpable.
“Further.” He commanded gently, firmly. She complied.
His tip touched her clit and gently dragged down the wet slit and found where he’d enter her.
“Hold on.” He rasped, unable to contain his own pleasure as he began pushing in.
Nyra felt the stinging sensation as his cock entered her. He was far thicker than she’d expected even when she’d felt it against him and touched it. Breathing was a task and it was difficult given how Azriel was literally taking her breath away with every inch of him that entered her.
Nyra cried and gasped and moaned at the intrusion as it slowly happened. Her hands were clutching at the flesh of his back and his arm. “Azriel.”
She’d cry. She’d definitely cry. Why was he so thick? It hurt and yet, the pain was fading away into pleasure so overwhelming she knew she’d sink and drown and die in it.
Above her, Azriel was hauling the air in, gasping at the sheer warmth of Nyra’s pretty cunt. He bit her ear and then bit her neck. Holy gods, he was not even completely inside and he was holding on to the sheets to somehow not come.
He’d expected pleasure. Was greedy for it. The shadows would sometimes randomly rant about something they’d studied about mates and the sexual part of it always had him hard. Studies written about how sex with mates was far more pleasurable and had an intimacy and depth because of the bond.
And right now, he couldn’t help but agree.
“Az.” She whined. “Why are you not moving?”
It was a normal question. Something that she’d ask naturally since he was inside her and had gone completely still.
Azriel still needed to breathe. He looked at her pretty face, pleasure written all over it. “Because I’m not in completely.”
A filthy groan escaped him when he felt her clench around his cock. At the same time, she’d whimpered. “You want all of me?” He asked hoarsely.
Yes. Her consent surrounded his senses through their bond. And Azriel sheathed himself in a quick thrust, eliciting moans from both of them.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This was too good to be real. Her pussy was tight and warm around him.
The mating bond was pulsing with their pleasure. Azriel pulled himself back and Nyra made a noise of displeasure before he thrusted back in, making her moan obscenely.
The more pleasure she felt, the more pride entered him. To be able to pleasure his mate, it was an honour. And he began moving, slowly, with patience he didn’t know he had.
Azriel kissed her cheeks, heard all of her whimpers and cries. The shadows were doing their job of restraining him in case he’d be too much.
Nyra was so lovely, writhing beneath him, crying and gasping. So endlessly lovely.
What if he kept her all to himself?
What if he lived with his cock nestled snugly inside her pussy?
What if he kept her filled with his cock and came inside her as much as he could?
Stars above, if that wasn’t heaven, he wasn’t sure what was.
Nyra was still overwhelmed even with his languid thrusts. It was still difficult to breathe and it was still difficult to adjust to his cock in her. “Please.”
“What do you want?” He sounded hungry. Desperately hungry and he wanted more. She knew that. She wanted him too.
“I. . anghh. . want more. . harder. . please.” She couldn’t care for the lack of coherency in her request. She moaned again as his cock pushed against something deep and sensitive within her.
Nyra couldn’t hold onto him any longer. Her body no longer had any strength to act according to her. She was pliant and her hands fell to her sides. All she could do was fist the sheets as Azriel continued his pace.
He halted and kissed her temple. “Are you sure?”
Nyra looked at him, teary eyed. “Yes.”
Her response was a mere whisper but Azriel seemed to gain energy from it as he thrusted harshly. And again. And again.
Nyra’s legs were tightly wrapped around his hips with one of his arms between the small of her back and the mattress, providing a little elevation. His other arm rested near her head, the palm clenched into a fist.
And as Azriel ruthlessly pounded into her as though only this wild sensation of pleasure mattered, Nyra couldn’t keep her eyes off his arm next to her head.
The scars and the thick veins and the image of that hand grabbing her breasts, pinching her thighs, smacking her ass, pulling her hair, and those fingers wrapped around her throat was too much.
Azriel removed himself from her completely, eliciting nothing but a noise of complaint and before she could say anything, he flipped her, raised her ass for him, smacked it hard.
“What?” She had no clue how her fantasies were being fulfilled so fast.
A hand found her hair and wrapped it around his fist and Nyra was suddenly pulled up, her back arching. Azriel leaned in, mouth near her. “Spread your legs for me.”
Nyra, with barely any breath and energy, obeyed. Because his voice, that tone she’d never heard before—that bedroom voice—it seemed to have a hold on her body. To make her compliant even when she had barely any energy. She was only thankful for the shadows to help her.
Azriel entered her harshly from behind and another filthy moan escaped Nyra.
The hand on her hair ascended and settled in her scalp, appreciative of the silky feeling of her hair. Her head was angled so as to bare her neck to him and let him see her face as much as it was possible. The other hand groped her breast and pulled her against his chest.
Nyra felt him bite her ear. His tongue then trailed down to her chin and her body jolted at a surprising thrust. His open mouth pressed against the curve of her neck where it joined at the shoulder and Azriel began drilling into her from behind.
The shadows were simply in charge of ensuring what happened was only out of Nyra’s consent. And if it were too much, they had orders to restrain him. And somewhere along the line, they’d taken it upon themselves to provide support for this position wherever balance would be an issue.
Neither of them knew anything except for each other. His hand on her scalp went away without notice and reappeared on her belly. It descended and his finger found her clit.
She was just mewling and begging and Azriel complied with every single one of her nearly incomprehensible requests.
The sound of wet slaps of skin against skin, the feeling of his hips meeting hers, and the way his cock pumped into her, reaching every part Nyra never knew she had, pushing and fucking her into oblivion. Good God, things would never be the same.
It was a high and she was certain she couldn’t be any more. Her breasts were heavier and more sensitive than ever. Every part of her was. And she’d just reached the summit before she fell.
Nyra cried out the moment she shattered and came. Her knees gave out but she was only able to remain with the shadows’ help.
And why wasn’t Azriel stopping? Hadn’t he come yet?
At this point, she was only for him. Only for his pleasure.
She slowly raised a hand and touched his cheek. Azriel looked at her and they kissed once. And twice. And again. When are you going to come for me?
“Nyra.” That was the first time he moaned her name. And it brought her to the peak again. And she couldn’t hold it in as she came again, clenching hard on his cock.
Azriel continued his onslaught for a couple of thrusts more before he came deep inside her. His grip on her breast and her pussy became tighter.
As his cock softened inside her, he loosened his hold and brought both hands to wrap around her, holding her close.
The shadows helped them sit on the bed as they caught their breath. The smell of sweat and sex permeated the air. And slowly, they laid down as the black wisps covered them with the blanket.
Nyra finally opened her eyes and watched him. He was looking at her with ravenous intent, as if he’d take her again as soon as he regained his energy.
She wanted to kiss him. Feel his warmth on her skin. The shadows helped her snuggle closer. And upon seeing her come close, Azriel moved his hands to accommodate her.
She was in his arms, both of them still catching their breath. Her eyes shut immediately and she whimpered at the cool sensation of the shadows on her thighs.
Don’t tease me. I really have no more energy. She’d only accessed that connection to address the shadows but that string was a thick, solid thing, nearly tangible.
Her eyes opened wide and she met his gaze, and the entire world aligned into place.
And Azriel knew that Nyra knew.
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The Realms Enchantress
Chapter 3
NSFW MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE
Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Reader!Niece, Daemon Targaryen x Niece!Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen x Female!OC,
Summary: For years Daemon never had a care in the world just, sex, wine and a good battle. With the exception of his favorite niece. His little dragon he called her. He swore to be there for her and he got himself exiled when she needed him the most. Now, he returns from war at the step stones and is determined to get her back. No matter the cost.
Warnings: minor errors in spelling and grammar, Targaryen Inscest, mentions of sex, oral female and male receiving, talk of nudity, mentions of death and blood, mother murdered, dead babies, depression, periods, vulgar language. If your watching hotd than you should already know that stuff written about it will not be clean in the slightest.
Author Note: Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out, life happened and as we all know it tends to suck at times
Word Count: 4.4k
Previous Chapter
“Come join me! ‘Tis quite warm!”
“No, how can I trust you speak the truth? I am quite content here enjoying the view.”
“Daemon! Please!” You yelled to him. In time he eventually caved and undressed to join you. By all means who was he to deny you what you wanted.
“You lie! It’s fucking cold!” He yelled walking to you.
“I don’t lie, I’ve just been in long enough that it’s quite nice.”
He wrapped his arms around you pulling you into him, stood in the ocean.
“I could live here, till the end of my days.” You whispered, head on his chest.
“On Dragonstone?”
“In your arms.” Just the two of you.
Eventually you both decide to return to your chambers for rest. Walking up with daemon barefoot in his breeches and you barefoot in his tunic. The staff looked at the two of you wide eyed as you both walked through the halls laughing and talking.
“Oh do you remember that time Rhaenyra got drunk?”
“I’m sorry, Rhaenyra?” He looked at you in disbelief given she is only 4 and 10 years of age.
“Oh no! You were away! I shall tell you the story than. She was only 10 years of age and I believe it was my father’s name day and he was drinking his wine at a faster pace than usual as well as consuming my mothers because she was with child as always. Nyra saw it fit to help him finish his own glass when he turned to drink mothers. Nobody had noticed what she was doing.”
“Well clearly you noticed if you are relaying the events.”
“No, actually. It was her who stumbled in laughing pissing herself into my bedchambers. When she woke the next morning I questioned her as to what she had gotten her self into the night prior and she told me. Although the fact that she was dancing and telling jest to about any lord or servant that would hear her should have given her away.”
Daemon listened to you as the two of you walked to your bedchamber. A fondness in his eyes. The servants were in shock and some shied away from watching the Rogue Prince appear happy. He smiled with you. None of them had seen him smile.
A warm bath was already prepared when the two of you entered the room. The maids knew not to linger. You laid against his chest as you both laid in the hot water enjoying each other’s presence. It was Daemon who spoke first ruining the silent bliss.
“We must start our journey back to Kings Landing on the morrow.”
“You swore 4 days to me.” You answered him back.
“We’ve stayed 3, our journey together will be the fourth. We won’t arrive till the hour of the wolf.”
“May we return here to Dragonstone as we wish?”
“If your father does not have my head for bringing you here then yes.”
“Daemon.” You whispered.
“Yes?” He answered. You turned between his legs to face him, the water spilling from the sides of the basin.
“I want you to…” you were unable to finish your own sentence from your own nervousness. Your face red unable to express your wishes to him.”
“What is it you want sweet girl. Tell me.”
“I want you to, to. Touch me.” You whispered the last part.
“Touch you how?” He asked feigning naivety.
“Fuck me.” You whispered. He threw his head back and groaned.
“Oh my sweet girl, how I wish I could. We must time such things. If I do so now your father will have my head and he will marry you off to the first lord who will take you.” He tried to reason with you. It was hard to given that he barely got 3 words in before your hand gripped his cock. Once in your soft hand he was rock solid. It took everything with in him not to have you as he truly wished every night here on Dragonstone.
“Wed me. In the tradition of our house, take me as your second wife.” You told him now working your hand up and down his length the water begins to rock due to your hand movements on his length threatening to spill from the tub.
“You are so much more than a second wife zaldrītsos.” He moaned out eyes clenched closed as you continued your movements. He laid there enjoying the feel of your hand working his length. His own hand never being able to bring the same relief yours was bringing him. He knows once he has your cunt wrapped around him, you will have ruined every whore for him, He will solely crave you.
Once the bath was ruined from his release the two of you got out and prepared for bed. Once in bed the two of you drifted off to sleep in each others arms. The next morning Daemon kept his word and the two of you left on Dyrax at sunrise and started your journey to Kingslanding. Once arrived at the hour of the wolf you and Daemon used the secret passageways to your chambers. The two of you held each other one last time. Tasted each other one last time.
When you woke the next morning it was Rhaenyra who had awoken you by jumping into your bed.
“You’ve returned! Oh I thought you would never return from Dragonstone! How was it with Daemon?”
“It was lovely. A much needed rest from court. I must ask. Is father aware?”
“He is unaware to my knowledge.”
“Perfect.”
“Tell me y/n!” She shouted at you, now realizing you would have no choice but to tell her everything. Well, excluding the intimate details. Your day continued on as usual as if you hadn’t been away for 5 days. Daemon returned to his gold cloaks, day time training and nightly patrols.
Otto fucking Hightower. You had returned to court your second day back from Dragonstone. When Otto the cunt of a hand asked you how your time at Dragonstone was, infront of your father.
“You were at Dragonstone? When?” Questioned your father.
“Just 2 days past. I needed to be alone to grieve mother.”
“Did you not arrive at the hour of the wolf with Prince Daemon?”
“Yes I did. It was his idea and it helped. I enjoyed the waters of Dragonstone and I was able to cry and sleep as I pleased. No court, no politics, no murmurs of my mother and brother’s death around the castle. Silence and rest.”
“That sounds lovely my girl. I’m glad you are rested.” Your father responded. One thing Otto didn’t know, is your father would be sure not to upset you after watching him choose a son over his wife. Now he has no heir, no wife and could possibly loose his two daughters.
“Thank you father.” She said smiling to him.
“We must discuss Daemon and the way he is abusing his city watch status. He is acting as judge and executioner, 2 horse pulled carriages were used to rid of the carnage. Many would say it a massacre and abuse of power. His first night back and the people are met with his blade.”
“Has crime not gone down?” You spoke up.
“Excuse me princess?” Answered Otto abruptly.
“He instills fear in criminals, should the people of kings landing remain honest, not steal and not rape than they should have nothing to fear by the gold cloaks nightly patrols.”
“The city watch is not to instill fear.” Otto retorts.
“Maester Fredrick, get me the crime reports please. From the last 3 years.”
“Yes princess.” Said the maester and quickly left.
“Ser Harwin strong was lead commander while your uncle was away. Crime remained down and there were no live slaughters.” Oh how Otto got under her skin.
“While that may remain true how long till the city’s criminals retaliate. If they don’t fear death or loss of limb who is to say that crime won’t raise once again. Daemon has returned, I propose we allow a fortnight to compare results and we will see if the matter requires further discussion with Daemon present. All who agree?” And with that everyone agreed, your father spoke.
“Marvelous idea my dear. We shall allow a fortnight and we will proceed from there. Your king is tired, if there are no further matters that require my attention I shall retire for the evening.” With that he stood, everyone else stood and he left. Once you exited the room you had crossed paths with Maester Fredrick and the records.
“Have them sent to my chambers please.” You asked.
“Of course princess.” He left in search for your handmaid, what you assume. Once you retired to your room’s Rhaenyra came running in.
“I can’t believe the way you put Otto in his place!” Rhaenyra threw herself onto your bed laughing.
“Do you notice the way it absolutely angers him that father allows me a seat on his council.“ you said laying down next to her.
“Yes! I really thought father was going to storm out the council room in search for Daemon after what Otto said.”
“As did I. Truthfully I’m relieved he didn’t further question it. Or that Otto didn’t press into it. You think Otto has spies on Dragonstone?”
“No. I don’t believe so. You?”
“No.” You laid there thinking about if Otto did. Surely he knew something to bring up your leave with Daemon.
Two days later another council meeting was called. You all took your seats and Otto spoke first. “Before we begin your grace, I have a report I feel compelled to share. Last night Prince Daemon bought out one of the pleasure houses on the street of silk to entertain officers of the city watch and other friends of his. He toasted Prince Baelon styling him the heir for a day. After he goes on to say how it will be him and his seed who sit the iron throne. “If his heir won’t sit the throne at least mine shall after I fill his daughter with my seed.” I corroborated this report with three separate witnesses. The evening was by all accounts a celebration.”
You sat in shock at Otto’s words. You watched as your father ordered his guards to have Daemon sent to the throne room. You left to your chambers. Rhaenyra followed close behind. Once alone she spoke first.
“I’m not sure what’s more upsetting, our uncles words or your betrayal.” Rhaenyra speaks coldly.
“My betrayal? Pray-tell sister, how do I betray you?”
“You let him take you to Dragonstone like some whore. Was it worth it? Being sullied by him just to have him run into the arms of another whore.”
“You dare call me a whore? You know nothing baby sister, don’t you dare act as if you do. I remain as virtuous as the day I was born. He may have ran into the arms of his whore but he has never had me! I swear it on the memory of our mother, I have not laid with Daemon in the matter of which you accuse me.”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Rhaenyra began to cry. You embraced her in a hug.
“It is alright. I forgive you. I know, what we heard was upsetting. Father will talk to him and then I. I will get us answers. I swear this to you.”
“Okay.” She whispered holding onto you. You waited a while before leaving to Daemons chambers once Rhaenyra fell asleep in your bed.
You found him being watched by a knight of your father’s kings guard as he packed his belongings.
“Leave us.” You command as you enter.
“I can’t do that princess.” He says.
“You can and you will, your princess commands it. Shall he escape I will ensure you will not face the wrath of the king. Now leave us.” You promise him. With this he takes your word and waits outside the door while you talk to Daemon.
“You heard.”
“Heir for the day?”
“Y/n.”
“No! I can’t believe you Daemon,”fill his daughter with my seed.” What kind of nonsense is that?” You shouted at him, all he could do is reach out to you. You quickly stepped back.
“Do not touch me after you lay with your whores. I truly hope it was worth it because you will never have me not after this. You swore you would be here for me! You don’t even last a fortnight before you get your self exiled! You made a mockery of my dead mother and brother. Of me!”
“Who is to say I want you! I’ve never made such a proclamation!” He shouts back at you. You stare at him in shock, was it all in your head? Did he just see as another one of his whores when you bare with him on Dragonstone, the nights spent in his arms. The kisses and care in his touch. You step back from him.
“Y/n” he reaches for your arm once more. You step back again.
“No. I apologize uncle. I believed something that was not there.”
“Y/n.” He called your name once more.
“I’m sorry I ever believed you to be the man I need.” With that you left him there and made your way back to your chambers. The guard escorted Daemon to the dragon pit. You heard of your father exiling your uncle to the vale with his wife. You stayed in bed. For days on end.
5 months after Daemons exile your father called you and Rhaenyra to the cellars of the red keep.
“What is it farther.”
“My darling girls. It has been sometime.”
“You have not talked to us in 6 months” Rhaenyra states.
“And I apologize. When you see dragons, what do you see.”
“Father what is this?” You question him.
“Just tell me what you see.” He repeats himself.
“I suppose I see us, they say Targaryen’s are closer to gods than men and they say that because our dragons. Without them we are just like everyone else.” Rhaenyra says.
“I’m sorry Y/n, Rhaenyra. I have waisted the years since you were born on wishing for a son. You are the very best of your mother and I believe it and I know she did that you could be a great queen, ruling queen.”
“Father. Daemon is your heir. Y/n your first born.”
“I understand but I believe that it is you that can unite the realm when the time comes. Only a strong ruling king or queen can do that. While you are strong and passionate Y/n is level headed. Y/n you will need to protect your sister, guide her as heir to the throne. It is you who I believe can do that best. You are caring and quick thinking, you have always protected and cared for Rhaenyra, more so now while you both mourn the loss of your mother you have remained strong and reliable through it all.”
“With Rhaenyra on the thrown and you as her council, her hand. The realm will remain strong long after my death.”
With in 3 days time the realm was pledging their loyalty to the crown, to king Viserys and heir to the throne Princess Rhaenyra. And while you would never admit it to your sister, you were hurt that your father named her heir and not you. You knew in your heart it was punishment for your time on Dragonstone with Daemon. Nonetheless you bent the knee pledging your loyalty to your sister.
~time jump~
1 month time has gone passed. Your mother dead 7 months. Your uncle gone for 6 months, squatting on Dragonstone. Apart of you wanted to fly to him be done with the politics, for him to take you as his wife in exile. But you were still hurt by the last words he spoke to you, and you were needed in kings landing. Your father, Rhaenyra. You sit at the small council table while your sister remains cup bearer. Frankly you and Rhaenyra are exhausted of hearing talk of your father needing to remarry. Lord Corlys keeps pushing for father to marry Laena. While you and Rhaenyra understand it was to happen with time, the vultures push to rush.
An emergency small council meeting was called. You and Rhaenyra hurry your way to the council room. Upon entering there is dragon keeper waiting to speak.
Ziry occurred isse se blackness hen bantis, issa lords, during se hour hen massa. Se thief eluded īlva pursuit
(It occurred in the blackness of night, my lords, during the hour of the Bat. The thief eluded our pursuit.)
Skorkydoso iksos ziry possible bona nykeā zaldrīzes’s drōmon istan stolen hen hen hen gōvilagon tolī than tōmēpsa zaldrīzes keepers?
(How is it possible that a dragon’s egg was stolen out of from beneath more than fifty Dragon keepers?)
Ziry istan prince daemon qilōni istan se culprit, aōha dārōñe…
(It was Prince Daemon who was the culprit, your grace…)
“Daemon?” Your father spoke in a questioning tone, questioning himself as to why Daemon would do such a thing.
“The prince left a missive, which I believe might explain.” Spoke Otto.
“It is the pleasure of Daemon Targaryen, the prince of dragonstone and rightful heir to the iron throne, to announce that he is to take a second wife in the tradition of Old Valyria. She is to assume the title of Lady Mysaria of Dragonstone. Her grace is with child and is to have a dragons egg placed in the babe’s cradle in the custom of House Targaryen.” Maester Mellows pauses. “The prince has invited you to his wedding, your grace. It is in two days time.”
“Gods be good” mumbles Tywin Lannister.
“Who is Lady Mysaria-“ Corlys begins to question but is interrupted by Otto.
“Daemons whore. This is nothing less than sedition.”
“I strongly agree, sire.” Agrees Lyonel Strong.
Skore drōmon gōntan daemon gūrogon?
(Which egg did Daemon take?)
Se drōmon istan dreamfyre’s, prince. Keskydoso drōmon bona ao iderēptan syt prince baelon’s cradle.
(The egg was Dreamfyre’s, Princess. The same egg that you chose for Prince Baelon’s cradle.)
That was all it took for your father to finally take action. Seeing the hurt in Rhaenyra face. It was one thing to try to get a rise out of your father but to hurt his daughters was another issue.
“Assemble a detachment, Otto. I will go to dragon stone and drag daemon back to face justice myself.”
“Your grace! My apologies your grace but I cannot allow it. It is to dangerous. Daemon is without limit. Let me go to dragonstone.” With that Otto begins to give orders to Ser Harrold to gather men to prepare the ship to set sail to dragon stone.
Rhaenyra pulls you aside away from your father and the other men. “We are going to Dragonstone.”
“Nyra. No.”
“It’s to prevent blood shed. You know just as well as I do Daemon would love nothing more than to have Otto’s head on a spike.”
“I suppose. I don’t see the harm that though.”
“Y/n. I can retrieve the egg and if Daemon sees you and Dirrax it will force him to keep his temper under control.”
“I’m not his keeper. If Daemon wishes to kill. He will. Nonetheless I shall go. Only for you though.”
I will meet you at the dragon pit at the hour of the bat in 5 days time. The journey will take a long while, especially with Syrax never having done the journey. Prepare him for it. We will arrive when the ships arrive.”
Thankfully she listened to you, and in 5 days you both had changed into your riding leathers and met at the dragon pit. You opted to wear your black cloak over yours and to take the secret passage ways. You followed her closely behind on Dirrax who was double the size of Syrax.
Once at dragon stone Otto’s men had already arrived both sides with their swords in hand. And a woman in white with brown hair stood next to Daemon. Must be his whore you thought to your self. You had heard of her, never seen her. Your heart ached to think that she was carrying his child. While it had been 5 days since you learned of his betrayal, you hadn’t allowed your self time to process it fully. Being to busy with Rhaenyra. You hear Caraxes screech as he crawls the hill behind his rider. He must sense Syrax and Dirrax who begin to screech in response. Rhaenyra and Syrax land first, and you second behind her. It is then that the men “sheath the fucking steel” Otto yells. Rhaenyra dismounts from her dragon while you remain on yours. You have faith in her ability to handle your uncle.
“Issa kepa brōstan issa prince hen zaldrīzesdōron. Bona iksos issa sombāzmion ao issi living isse, kepus.” Rhaenyra spoke first.
(My father named me Princess of Dragonstone. That is my castle you are living in, uncle.)
“Daor ēva ao become hen age. Plus hae iksos aōha mandia” your uncle remarked.
(Not until you become of age. Plus as is your sister)
“Ao emagon angered aōha dārys.”
(You have angered your king.)
“Nyke don’t ūndegon skoro syt. Bisa iksos nykeā tubis hen biarves. Nyke naejot sagon.”
(I don’t see why. This is a day of celebration. I am to be wed.)
“Ao emagon nykeā ābrazȳrys.”
(You already have a wife.)
“Daor mēre hen issa.”
(Not one of my choosing.)
“Se bisa ao naejot laodigon issa lēkias drōmon?”
(And this required you to steal my brother’s egg?)
“Ao se aōha mandia rūsīr nykeā zaldrīzes skori ao istan āzma. Nyke jaelagon keskydoso syt issa riñnykeā.”
(You and your sister shared a cradle with a dragon when the two of you were born. I want the same for my child.)
“Aōha naejot emagon nykeā riñnykeā.”
(Your to have a child?)
He looked back at his whore.” Mēre tubis.” (One day) with those words you scoff as you watch your uncles whore leave.
“I’m right here, uncle… the object of your ire, the reason that you were disinherited. If you wish to be restored as heir you’ll need to kill me. So, do it. And be done with all this bother.” With that he looked at the Otto and the other knights, to rhaenyra. To you. And turned to walk away and quickly tossed the egg to Rhaenyra. Rhaenyra placed the egg in pot of fire and mounted Syrax. She left on Syrax thrilled at her accomplishment, she yelled with joy as she flew away on Syrax. While y/n and Dirrax stayed on the wall.
“Sōvēs Dirrax.” Once well in the air y/n let out all her emotions. Crying and screaming
“Dirrax. Dracarys!” With that Dirrax let out a large breath of fire that filled the sky. And they stayed behind Rhaenyra the whole way back kings landing.
A knight alerts your father of yours and Rhaenyra return. You both are then taken to his chambers.
“You fled kings landing without a word. And you acted without the crowns leave. You two are my only heirs. You both could have been killed.”
“May we sit.” Rhaenyra ask.
“You went to dragon stone.” Your father repeats himself.
“And retrieved the egg without bloodshed. A feat I’m not sure Otto could’ve accomplished alone.” Rhaenyra points out.
“Yes, well…” he laughs. “ I sometimes forget how much you both are like your mother. Your mother’s absence is a wound that will never heal. Without her… the red keep has lost a warmth that I dare say it will never recover.”
“It pleases me to hear you say this. To know that y/n and I are not alone in our grief.”
“I wish I had known better what to say to you both in the aftermath. I struggled to realize that both my daughters had so quickly become women grown. But I know she understands what is now expected of me.”
“The king must take a new wife.” Rhaenyra says fighting back her tears.
“I could never replace your mother. No more than I intended to replace you as heir but you both are my only heirs and our line is vulnerable, to easily ended. And by marrying again, I may begin to ensure that we are better defended.”
“Against whom?”
“Whomever may dare to challenge us. I do not dare to make us estranged. The three of us.”
“You are the king and so, your first duty is to the realm. Mother would’ve understood this. Just as I do.”
“And I.” With that you and Rhaenyra leave to your chambers to sleep. And nothing could have prepared the two of you for the council meeting that would be held in the morning.
Your father stands at his chair with a nervous expression on his face. He looks to and Rhaenyra for reassurance. Rhaenyra nods her head and smiles in reassurance to him and he begins to speak.
“I intend to marry…. The lady Alicent Hightower before springs end.”
“This is an absurdity, my house is Valyrian. The greatest power in the realm.” Says Lord Corlys now stood from his seat.
“And I am your king.” With the Corlys leaves. And Rhaenyra fights back her tears in shock and betrayal. She then leaves before anyone else can see her emotions.
“Yes if you were to marry Laena. Not her only friend. This is a betrayal from not only you but Alicent as well. You mislead us both into believing you were to marry Laena.”
“Rhaenyra.” Your father calls out to her. Once she is gone your father looks to you.
“Last night, she said she understood.” He says to you.
“You assumed-“
“No! There was never any mention of Alicent in any of your conversations to wed. You walked with Laena. You questioned your council on whether marrying Laena was the proper thing to do.”
“Y/n.”
“No, now if you will excuse me. I have a mess to clean up that you have created.” With that you left to comfort Rhaenyra
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Chapter 4
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"YOU'VE BOTH MATURED YOURSELVES THESE PAST FEW YEARS,"
Daemon targaryen x sister/aunt!Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen.
WARNINGS: Canon typical incest/targcest (brother and sister, uncle and niece, aunt and niece) fluff, kissing. (Idk how to write warnings)
Series
Daenys had some spiralling conflicts with her mind and her heart. She felt a sense of connection with Rhaenyra that she had never experienced before, and it was scarying her. So she decided it was time to pay a visit to her favourite cousin.
7 moons later
Laena, her sweet niece had recently claimed Vhagar, the largest dragon alive.
They were currently flying throughout Driftmark and, 'Aunt, mother, look!" Laena, who sat on top of Vhagar in the saddle, pointed to the ship in the distance.
Daenys wore beautiful blue riding clothes gifted by her dearest cousin. Her luscious silver hair flowed freely with the wind.
Rhaenys eyes squinted at the number of ships, and her eyes widened. The distant sound of Caraxes whistle could be heard, which made Nyx's head turn at the sound, and she let out a pleasant roar.
'Velaryon flags..- " Daenys' shock was replaced with a happy expression while coaxing Nyx to calm down, "Shh, I know you missed Caraxes," she pats her dragon.
That meant Daemon was back from the Stepstones and have won against the crabfeeders.
"Father and Laenor are back!" Laena said delightedly and turned to her Aunt Daenys and flashed her a teasing grin, "You must be pleased that your betrothed is back."
"He is not my betrothed, silly girl. Now, if you excuse me -" Daenys scowled, "Sovegon."
Rhaenys sighed, watching her little cousin fly off in the direction of Kingslanding and then gave her daughter a look.
Rhaenys knew that eventually, the two would get married soon. They both shared the blood of dragon. The other Lords that offered their hand weren't worthy of the precious Princess Daenys.
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To say Daenys was genuinely surprised that a party was being thrown for Daemon in the royal gardens was an understatement. She had heard the rumours of him being the King of the Stepstones, which brought a small satisfied smile on her face.
Everyone present seemed to be enjoying the warm weather. Daenys ignored the preying eyes of lords and knights on her and solely focused on her family wearing a genuine smile.
A servant passed by with a tray of wine, which she gladly took and thanked the servant.
Alicent stood by the King like a dutiful wife she was wearing a tight smile. Though she remained still to the best of her ability while rubbing her arms clearly discomforted by the Rouge's presence. It was clear that Daemon loathed the Queen just like Daenys herself.
"Princess Daenys, Your Grace" Daenys's name was announced, and immediately, the crowd stepped aside for the Princess.
Some were in awe while others held feelings of lust for the silver-haired princess, which made Daemon for some reason feel a rush of irritation.
Rhaenyra didn't waste any time walking over to her beautiful aunt. " Daenys."
"Rhaenyra.' she happily accepted her embrace, and Rhaenyra blushed when she pressed a kiss on her cheek.
"Come enjoy some lemon cakes with me. I saved you some chocolate." Rhaenyra said shyly.
That seemed to catch Daenys' attention and immediately accepted Rhaenyra's hand as she guided her to the dessert table, unaware of the Hightower Queen watching them with an enviouse glare.
"I can't believe he's back." Daenys mused, tasting her wine while Rhaenyra tasted the candied lemon slice in her mouth. Rhaenyra just looked at her and licked her fingers before swiping away the leftover wine on the corner of her lips.
"Nyra!" She whined.
"It's fun teasing you, my dearest Aunt." Rhaenyra had just gotten back from her six moons of tour and rejected the majority of her suitors.
The way she felt about Daenys wasn't simple. When her mother had died, Daenys had been there for her more than anyone. Rhaenyra adorned this woman.
She spent every morning, noon, and night thinking of Daenys Targaryen, their passionate kisses, her gentle touch, her aunt's genuine concern about her. She was a goddess in Rhaenyra's eyes, whether it was her pretty smiles, her pouty lips, or her fiercely protective nature.
Daenys smiled at her, "I take it the tour did not go well."
"They were old enough to be Vhagar's age." That made Daenys' nose scrunched displeasingly, making Rhaenyra giggle.
"Perhaps I have not found the one with the blood as hot as a dragon like mine, yet" Rhaenyra said, looking at Daenys's eyes.
"Let us go greet your father and Uncle," Daenys said, clearing her throat, trying not to address what Rhaenyra meant.
"Wellif it isn't my Prince Charming. Congratulations on your victory, brother," Daenys said, earning a laugh from Viserys.
"You shouldn't have thrown the party. Now his ego is bigger than Nyx, " Daenys said to Viserys, pouting.
'Thank you, Princess," Daemon spoke with a small smirk that held a double meaning behind his words. Daenys blushed at his words. Daemon looked irresistibly charming in his new haircut.
'And I have heard that Rhaenys is considering marrying you to Corlys' youngest cousin brother, Victor Velaryon. He will make a fine Prince consort. He's a good man." Viserys said remembering him years ago.
This brought a fake laugh from Rhaenyra and a hum from Daemon as he narrowed his eyes in amusement.
"Pin-cess!" Daenys turned her head to see small toddler wearing a gummy smile bouncing towards her with her arms out. Her septa hurried behind anxiously, "Apologies, Princess," the septa bowed her head.
" Hello, little princess," Daenys cheered, smiling brightly at the little girl with brown hair. Apparently, she was a daughter of some High Lord. The little girl was captivated by Daenys's beauty.
Daemon watched in awe as Daenys picked the girl in her arms. He had seen her interact with Rhaenys' children, yet he found himself imagining the baby in her arms, was his with long silver hair and big beautiful purple eyes.
His eyes hungrily wandered at her form. She looked absolutely beautiful over the years they've been apart.
Her hair was flowing freely, and it was clear from flying on Nyx. Her cheeks got fuller as well as her breast, which made Daemon hard just by the thought of it.
However, Daemon wasn't the only one staring her, Sir Criston Cole blissfully observed Daenys.
Daenys offered Sir Criston a smile.
"Perhaps the Prince Daemon and Princess Daenys would care for a tour of the gallery," Alicent offered, trying to mingle.
Rhaenyra's lips twitched at the thought of Daemon exploring the gallery.
"They haven't seen the new tapestries gifted to you by Norvos and Qohor." Alicent pressed.
"Would you like to see the tapestries?" Viserys asked Daemon before laughing out loud.
Daenys saw the hurt look on Alicent's face and turned her head to look at her brother, ready to snap,
"He has no interest in such things," Viserys said humorously.
"I'd like to see them. Would anyone like to accompany me?" Rhaenyra asked, trying to escape this dreadful talk.
"I would," Daenys replied merrily
"Oh, then you should not deprive yourself," Viserys told her.
But before Daenys could move, Daemon grabbed her wrist, "Later," he announced and dragged her with him. Daemon lightly chuckled, finding this situation amusing, making Daenys roll her eyes.
"Daemon!" she exclaimed, turning to face him with a mixture of surprise and annoyance.
"Come," he said, his voice low and urgent. Without waiting for a response, he pulled her away towards a secluded corner of the garden.
As they reached the privacy of the overgrown bushes, Daemon turned to face Daenys. His gaze was intense, his expression a mix of longing and desire. Without any warning, he cupped her face in his large hands and leaned in for a passionate kiss. Daenys, initially taken aback, couldn't resist the pull of his desire. She returned his kiss with equal fervour, her heart pounding in her chest.
"And I missed you too," she replied, leaning in for a brief, chaste kiss with a smile.
Daemon's kiss deepened, his hands cupping her face. He lifted her effortlessly, allowing her legs to wrap around his torso. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, their passion igniting like a wildfire.
"Don't pull that stunt ever again," Daenys complained, her voice muffled by Daemon's kisses, "I was in the middle of a conversation".
Daemon chuckled, his breath warm against her ear. "I won't," he promised, pulling away to press a tender kiss to her temple. Setting Daenys down, Daemon smoothed her hair and cupped her face in his hands.
"How's your wife? Mysaria? Was it" She asked, her tone playful.
Daemon rolled his eyes. "Just accept it, you're jealous," he teased, his voice laced with amusement.
Daenys scowled, but he found her reaction amusing. He moved closer, their faces mere inches apart. Daenys refused to waver, her gaze unwavering despite the proximity of their lips.
Daemon grasped her neck with his large hand and grinned.
"There you two are," Rhaenyra's voice interrupted them, her tone light and teasing.
Daemon resisted the urge to scrowl at his niece when Daenys pulled away quickly.
Rhaenyra wore a content smile, yet her eyes trained on Daemon almost smugly, "You seem content on Dragonstone. Why did you come back? There is surely more to your return than simply taunting my father." She asked in High Valyrian.
"So what do you want?" She said.
"Only the comforts of home and to see my favourite niece and baby sister," Daenys felt like there was a whole other meaning behind it but chose not to say anything.
The three moved to the shade. Daemon chose to sit while Daenys and Rhaenyra stood.
"I had not thought you would particularly be comfortable with this home," Rhaenyra spoke.
Daemon poured glasses of wine for the two girls and then offered Daenys to seat on his lap.
Daenys gladly took a seat on his lap while Rhaenyra shifted in her spot, visibly not pleased.
"The adventurous must've changed you," and the two Targaryens stared at her with a soft gaze.
"You've both matured yourself these past few years,"
Daemon stared at Daenys in admiration. She had certainly become a fine woman, and it was certain that he wasn't the only one who thought that. His niece seemed quite taken with her as well.
"My father seems content to sell me off to whichever lord has the biggest castle,' Rhaenyra spoke in annoyance. Daenys grabbed her hand in support and said,
"Your father is getting on my nerves, lately"
"There are worse things to be sold for," Daemon replied, speaking of experience. He had been young when he was betrothed to Rhea Royce.
"Marriage is only a political arrangement. Once you are wed, you can do as you like," Daemon directed his words at the Princess.
"For men, marriage might be a political arrangement. For women, it is a death sentence." Rhaenyra said in High Valyrian.
"Would that it was. I would've been rid of my Bronze Bitch ages ago." He replied in High Valyrian.
Rhaenyra sipped on her wine while refilling Daenys' goblet.
"Your wife has been fortunate. You haven't put a child in her." Rhaenyra said.
"I doubt a child could grow in such a hostile environment." Daemon replied, his laughter fading away as Rhaenyra scoffed.
"My mother was made to produce heirs .. and it got her killed," Rhaenyra spoke heavily in emotion. Daenys remembered the time when Aemma gave birth to Rhaenyra and how much she suffered then. The horrifying birthing scene made young Daenys run away from home in order to avoid marriage and the same fate.
"I won't subject myself or Rhaenyra to the same fate," Daenys stated strongly.
"What happened to your mother was a tragedy. But this is a tragic world." Daemon's words were laced with comfort towards Rhaenyra.
"I have no desire to live in fear. Only solitude." Rhaenyra replied strongly. Daemon smiled at the two women with such newfound fondness.
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As Daenys was getting ready for bed, she noticed a bag sitting on the chair. She moved it and lifted the bag onto the table and poured out its contents onto the table to see commoners' clothing.
"Daenys?" A whisper spoked, a voice she recognised.
"Rhaenyra?" Daenys replied. She turned around to see her niece come out of the wall. A secret door she had no idea existed, "Rhaenyra, how did you even discover the secret passages?" she asked in awe.
She momentarily forgot about the bag and went up to Rhaenyra in excitement, "Can you imagine what we can do with this? We can sneak into kitchens or -
Rhaenyra had placed a hand over Daenys' mouth to keep her quiet, "Now aunt-you do not want us to get caught do you? Now, have you received a bag from Daemon?"
'Yes... Where are we going?" Daenys's eyes widened in curiosity, but for some reason felt a bit giddy as to what they were going to do tonight, Daenys lived for adventure.
"We are going out tonight and exploring the streets with Uncle Daemon as our guide."
Daenys wasted no time getting changed into the dress and cloak. She had pinned her hair up and had it tucked behind a long scarf. There was no way she'll have herself recognized.
"You look very handsome." Daenys complimented Rhaenyra, who was dressed as a little boy.
"Why, thank you, Princess," Rhaenyra replied cheekily.
Daenys reached for Rhaenyra's hand, "Well, what are we waiting for?" The Realm's Delight chuckled at her aunt's impatience. Together, they go through the secret door and into the hidden corridor.
When they reached outside, Daemon was already standing there dressed in a cloak with a hood over his head. "Took you both long enough." He smirked.
A/N: Double update <3
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something about you
chapter two: benji
summary: [name] can't seem to shake off benjicot blackwood even with every precaution she takes to avoid him.
pairing: modern!benjicot blackwood x f!reader
notes: if any of you are british, please dm me and tell me i used the right terms for schools 😃 i live for accuracy. also yes, reader is meek and shy and i want to hear NOTHING from any of you.
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The rumors circled faster than [Name] running home the same day she had announced she was dating Benjicot Blackwood at Nyra's Nook. When she had gotten home, she texted her boss, apologizing for the commotion and explained a white lie about eating a bad pasta for lunch finally getting to her that afternoon.
Luckily enough, Rhaenyra was more than sympathetic and told her to have the following day off. [Name] spent the day doing what she knew best: hiding out in her room and watching horror movies to avoid hearing anything about what her loud mouth said the previous day.
She hadn't heard anything up until Chiara had barged into her room, howling, "YOU'RE GOING ON A DATE WITH BENJICOT BLACKWOOD?"
"Any louder and the deaf old women two doors down will hear you." [Name] replies, pausing the Babadook.
Chiara ignores her, shoving her friends feet off on her bed to make space for herself. Chiara Tyrell had been one of the many students who came from affluent families - her's being well known for their sustainable food production company - but had hit it off when they were assigned as roommates. She had never hid the fact that she was a Tyrell but also didn't treat [Name] like a piece of gum under her shoe for being a scholarship student, the latter appreciating the treatment.
Still, Chiara always managed to learn about circling gossip and would tell [Name] whether she wanted to or not. Now with the newest information revolving her own roommate, Chiara looked more than pleased to hear directly from the source.
"How'd that happen? Didn't we have plans to watch the movies? Not to mention - Benjicot Blackwood of all people? This is rich."
[Name] dug herself further into her blanket. "Well, first we are still watching movies that and second we aren't going on a date..."
She explains to her friend what had happened, to which she nearly fell over laughing after hearing the whole situation. [Name] swung a pillow at Chiara's face when she wouldn't cease her howling and warned her about their neighbors again.
After taking a few heaving breaths, Chiara stopped, gasping out every word she could think. "That's amazing - and to avoid Aeron of all people? This is even better than the horror movie!"
"What's the deal anyways with those two? I wasn't sure if they wanted to kill or kiss each other." [Name] comments, remembering the scene in front of her.
"Well, they might as well have done either. Their families do similar businesses in trading and unfortunately have property close by so they've always been at each other's throats. Father to son usually. Its like an inherited right to want provoke the next generation." Chiara explains. "Those two, however..."
A look of amused contemplation falls on her face before she giggles. Leave it up to Chiara to not take anything seriously, though [Name] enjoyed their differences, unlike Benjicot and Aeron. "Get on with it!"
"Aeron and Benjicot went to the same schools, all the way up to Sixth Form." Chiara continues. "And anything one had, the other wanted - that included girls and guys. Them coming to university at the same time just about caught everyone's interest. I was hoping one of them would fight again but it seems like Benjicot's pulled back since he entered uni. No one's seen him with anyone that way since we started our first year."
"Why?"
Chiara shrugged. "Who knows. He does have a group of friends he hangs around with nowadays; doesn't hang off with his cousins as much and never floats around groups anymore. At least, according to Janna Terrick."
[Name] nodded, staring at the ceiling as she finally asked herself what had she gotten into? For once her political science lessons finally taught her something and that she just put herself between a family feud and more likely than not brought a couple of monsters out the closet.
"I'm so excited," Chiara continues, laying her body on top of [Name]'s. She just about choked on her curly brown hair and attempted to push her off when all her weight was placed on top of her. "My roommate - my cute little roommate of all people to be in this!"
"This cute little roommate will hit you with another pillow if you don't get off me!" [Name] counters, shoving her off. She turns to the wall, her anxiety building in her chest as she thinks about having to face one of them the next say. "And its not like I wanted this to happen. It just came out because Aeron is such a prick!"
"I'm only joking. If you really do need help, just let me know. I know a few people that can do something about this." Chiara offers ominously, patting [Name]'s arm. [Name] eyes her suspiciously, trying to decide if she wanted to know what she meant or not. She kept her eyes on the wall instead.
"I'm sure another issue will come up soon to mask what happened; besides, almost all the Targaryens and Hightowers are in this year too. There's more than enough drama to go around." Chiara reassures before a mischevious smile comes on her face. "Although it would be fun watching you finally do something outside of studying and working--"
"Chiara."
"Right, I'll leave."
For some reason, [Name] prayed to the gods, old and new, for something to happen to the Targaryens and Hightowers like Chiara mentioned. It had been about two and a half weeks since her blunder and she was still getting strange looks from classmates that just about ignored her until now.
One of them, a Tully brother she couldn't distinguish from, had been brave enough to ask her during her shift at the library, "Is it really true? You got Ben to finally go on a date? Y'know I hadn't pegged him to be the type to date someone like you but I'm glad!"
If she hadn't been so mortified, she would have told Kermit/Oscar off but was beaten to it by the other Kermit/Oscar who smacked his head after he had heard the end his brother's sentence. He sent [Name] an apologetic look.
"My brother was dropped when he was a babe. I'm so sorry. He means well; we're all glad Ben isn't as gloomy as he was before." He offers with a smile before grabbing his brother by the scruff of his shirt like an alleycat and walking away to the other side of the library.
[Name] had just about dropped everything and hid away into the archives section after that. It was embarrassing enough she kept remembering the conversation; it was even worse when people came up to her and ask abouf it.
Still, she made use of her two jobs always finds herself hiding in the archives room or the back of the bookstore whenever she caught sight of Benjicot or Aeron these past few weeks.
The day she had come back to the store, Aeron hadn't shown up but Benjicot had, setting down the books he wanted to buy the first time he was there. "I wanted to get them but Nyra sent me away after you left." He explained to which she only offered a nod as she scanned his selections and packed it quickly into a bag. "Look, I--"
"Thank you for shopping with us, come again. Bye!" [Name] said hurriedly, the guilt of bringing him out of his built in shell overcoming her. She walked away to the back, not coming out until the next customer had come in and she was sure Benjicot was gone. Any time they would be in the same vicinity to one another, he was tried to talk to her but she evaded every attempt he made and seemingly found new routes to her usual spots around campus.
Aeron, surprisingly, pulled back, only giving her long looks across the campus grass during sunset. Still, she wasn't sure the trade in with Benjicot was any better, even though the latter significantly less pushy and condescending as his sworn enemy (though she wouldn't know that much since she never gave him a chance to speak with her).
The archives had been her biggest form of respite from the world it seemed; the silence was a welcome change to the every bustling college town of King's Landing. There were no customers or library patrons to ask her of anything, no nosy classmates staring or making comments, and there was no Benjicot Blackwood or Aeron Bracken to bother/or glare at her.
She sat at one of the long tables down there, contemplating nothing and enjoying it as much as she can before reminding herself that the head librarian, Alicent, would be looking for her soon. As she made her way out the door, she nearly slammed into another body.
"I'm so sorry--"
"Its fine--"
"But I was in the way and I should have been looking forward--!" She started before her mouth clamped shut and met Benjicot Blackwood's brown eyes.
He gave her a reassuring smile as he repeated, "Like I said its fine. I was looking for you anyways." He frowned to himself before correcting himself. "No, well, I was looking for the archives for a class project but I was looking for you. I wasn't following, I promise. I wouldn't do that."
His nervousness seemed to outweigh his appearance - still in the learher bomber jacket and dark clothes. A fashion sense polar opposite to him right now. For some reason this eased [Name] a bit more, though not enough to keep eye contact with him. Her sneakers were a bit more entertaining to look at over Benjicot.
"Um, right." [Name] started, not sure where the conversation should go next. "I'm, uh, sorry. By the way."
"Whatever for?"
"Pulling you into that mess with Aeron. I panicked and wanted him off my back. If I'd known both of you knew each other, let alone hate each other, I wouldn't have brought you in this mess." [Name] explains, finally glancing up at him, fighting the urge to look down again after realizing he had been watching her the whole time as she spoke, listening to every word she said. She adds quietly, "Now we're both pulled into some ridiculous scandal with the school."
Benjicot blinks at her before asking, "You really didn't know about our families? So you didn't just pull me into all of that because you knew about us?"
"No!" [Name] nearly shouts. She wasn't the perfect person but bringing people into her problems hadn't been something she was proud of. "I panicked and you walked in at a seriously unfortunate time."
He nods, seemingly taking on everything she said becore shaking his head and laughing. [Name] frowned, unsure how to take the reaction. Was he mad? Confused?
"Are you upset?" She asks, relief flooding through her as he shook his head.
"No not at all. I just uh..." He starts, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "Feel a little embarrassed now."
Huh? "Why?"
"Well I was going to propose we continue--"
"What?" [Name] says, her voice echoing in the empty hall. Benjicot nodded. "What? Why? Aren't you sick of having to answer questions about us already?"
"No actually, I've just been giving vague answers to keep everyone guessing." Benjicot admits, smiling in amusement as [Name] stared at him in shock. "Its fun when you're bored. What have you been saying?"
Nothing. I've been avoiding everyone. "That's not the point. Why do you want to even continue?"
"Ah well, you seem familiar with our families a bit, right?" He starts. "I'm not looking for any trouble but I just enjoy getting under Bracken's skin a lot. Its our second year here and I don't go and poke around with him as much as I did when we were kids. He's on edge and overconfident. I just wanted to remind him that I'm still here to knock him down a bit, yeah? Also, he doesn't seem to hang around the bookstore anymore so you haven't been dealing with him lately."
"Yeah." [Name] said, a little dizzy. He wanted to continue this? Even with the explanation, she had a hard time wrapping her head around it. "So if we pretend to go out a little longer, it irritates Aeron and he'll leave me alone?"
"Something like that, yeah. You don't have to agree to it. Not after you said you knew nothing about the fueds. I know you didn't like him that much either so I thought you bringing me in on that was part of some plan." Benjicot says hurriedly. "I just thought it'd be fun for a little bit - a couple weeks at best - and you'll get time away from that prick forever if we continue."
A bit of the Benjicot from a few weeks ago had came up at that moment when he mentioned Aeron. He really did hate him. Enough to propose to a stranger they should continue "dating" just for some laughs. [Name] stood for a minute, staring down at her shoes again as if they had the answer to this problem.
Now, she could have just told Aeron off but what would that do for someone as dense and self absorbed as him? If she followed Benjicot's suggestion and continued this ruse, it would mean he'd leave her alone since Benjicot is around.
She chewed her lip, following the pit in her stomach as she said, "Fine."
Benjicot's eyes widened, looking like a new person from the sudden agreement. "Seriously?"
[Name] nodded. "On some conditions." She held her fingers up each time she spoke. "One, we only do this on campus and at the bookstore. And try not to be seen with other people around Aeron and his friends; they might get suspicious."
"Easy enough."
"Two, no kissing on the mouth or anything of that sort." Benjicot sent her a confused look.
"How would we convince them then? You act like you've never been kissed before--" He stops himself as [Name] sent him a scathing look.
"What's that supposed to mean?" She says defensively. "Not all of us had time for relationships if we wanted to get into a good university."
"No, I just - you're um, really pretty?" He says the statement like a question, but that only set a fire in [Name]'s chest as she glared at him. He shakes his head in panic. "I'm sorry. I didn't meant to make it sound like an insult. Its just uh... Yeah." He ends whatever he says, clearly not wanting to piss [Name] off anymore. "How about no mouth to mouth of any kind? Just head kisses? That's still convincing enough."
[Name] stared at him, narrowing her eyes in suspicion to see if he gave that suggestion for real or just to appease her. "Fine. Head kisses and that's it."
She held up a third finger. "Two months at best with this. Six weeks basically. We pretend to date, 'break up' and we go on with our days like before."
"We can't even be friends?" Benjicot jokes, though she can hear the hint of genuineness behind it. Given what she head about Benjicot Blackwood, he seemed like nothing but trouble. But being in front him now, so quiet and considerate of her feelings, she wasn't sure what to think anymore.
This time, she was the one to give a reassuring smile. "Let's see in a couple months, Benjicot."
"Just call me Benji. I don't get called Benjicot unless I'm in trouble."
"Sure. Benji."
After laying all their ground rules, Benji offered to walk her home ("Its almost dark and now's a good time to start since everyone's walking home!"). The walk was silent, both unsure of what to say to each other at that moment in time.
Between the both of them, Benji seemed the most natural about acting everything out. He kept an arm around her and often glanced her way, as if completely enamored by her appearance even if she looked like she crawled out of a sewer after a long day of pushing heavy books around all day.
Regardless, she could feel staring again but she didn't mind this time now that she had Benji around to be in on this. By the time they reached her apartment, she pulled away from him. She looked at him and for once she seemed to have a good look at him.
His brown hair was messed up from the autumn wind. The leather jacket fit him well but he clearly seemed to have just grown into it from how he awkwardly kept his hands shoved into his pockets and moved his shoulders around it with uncertainty. In that moment, Benji was just like any other person and not some lone wolf with a rakeish history.
"Thanks for walking me home." [Name] says before pausing. "Benji."
Benji grins. "No problem. [Name]."
The door swings open, Chiara stepping out through the door. Her eyes dart between the two before stepping askde to let [Name] walk in. They both wave at Benji, who reciprocates before turning to walk back to his own place. After he'd been far away enough, Chiara pulls [Name] by her sweater into their apartment.
"What happened?"
The question itself wouldn't give a clear enough answer for her friend. [Name] puts her bag down as she speaks, "I think you'll need to sit down for this. You might faint after you hear everything."
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my april fic recs!
percy jackson & the olympians
luke castellan
true luck’s kiss by @atlabeth
summary: luke is stuck with a streak of bad luck. what better way to get rid of it than with a child of tyche?
twin beads by @supercutszns
summary: you’ve been unclaimed for five years. you’ve loved your best friend even longer. the sea used to be your greatest solace, but after percy jackson comes to camp, it’s your cruelest reminder.
ACOTAR
azriel
a healer’s touch by @bat-boys
summary: as a healer you meet many people as part of your profession but when you are asked to heal a certain spymaster you are unprepared for the connection that comes with it.
eye of the storm (series) by @thesunloveschips
summary: Nyra is one of the older Archeron sisters. Twin to Nesta. Plagued by a mysterious illness that her mortal body cannot endure for too long. And yet, it seems her curse is to see her family suffer. When the youngest of her sisters is whisked away into the land of fae, immortality soon follows for the rest of them. And as an immortal, there is more to her that she has yet to know.
missed target by @imaginesmai
summary: Azriel is convinced Elain was made for him. Three sisters for three brothers, and no one can make him change his mind. But someone or something is determinated to change the course of fate on his behalf. No matter how hard he tries.
if it all fell by @pellucid-constellations
summary: If it all fell apart—if you forgot who you were—would you love him again? Would the bond guide you back? Azriel doesn't know if that uncertainty is one he can bear.
notice me! by @heartless-tate
summary: Azriel courting an oblivious reader.
love of choice by @writingcroissant
summary: The Cauldron doesn’t always pick wisely when it comes to mates, but even though Azriel isn’t hers, she chooses him.
bluebird (series) by @acourtofwhatthefuck
let me keep you company by @utterlyazriel
summary: You're studying in Velaris and a certain Shadowsinger catches your eyes in more than one way. It takes a while to realise the shadow keeping you company means more than you expect.
strings that bind us by @parkerslatte
summary: Y/N owns a small bookstore in Velaris. When she struggles to take her stock in, a handsome stranger approaches her and offers her help. She accepts the help and Y/N insists on making him dinner for his help. Azriel originally denies this but he finds himself eventually saying yes for reasons he doesn’t understand quite yet.
wings by @itsswritten
summary: Who would've thought that your found family would be so captivated by your hidden wings? As they reminisce about their first glimpses of your ethereal secret, you realise just how cherished and adored you truly are.
you don’t get to tell me about sad by @bubbles-for-all-of-us
summary: Azriel gets an assignment he can’t seem to decline. Now he has a princess full of attitude under his protection. The only question is whose cold heart will break first.
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bucky barnes
always you, forever by @pellucid-constellations
summary: Bucky wants to take you away from it all. This time, you might just let him.
dc
clark kent
handyman by @itsrubberbisquit
summary: Clark has been smitten with his accident-prone neighbor for quite some time. She tracks him down to make a familiar request with an unusual ending.
jason todd
four times red hood blushed because of you, and one time jason todd blushed by @mxtantrights
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nikolai lanstov
this is me trying by @criminalamnesia
summary: the last time you saw Nikolai, he told you he never wanted to see you again. now, you’re standing outside his door.
dancing with our hands tied by @criminalamnesia
summary: Nikolai confronts you about unspoken feelings
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The Red Queen (Chapter 11/?)
Your Pov
I sit at the dining table pushing a price of chicken around my plate. The room is deathly quiet, the only sound filling the room being the scrap of forks and resigned sighs.
I turn to Papa when I notice he keeps glancing my way. Finally he clears his throat and turns in his seat to look at me..
“How has your studies been?” He asks wiping gravy from his lips.
I stop and think about my studies. I've been going to more lessons with Maester Mellos, lately he's been teaching me the houses and where they live. We just finished the Northern houses and are now working on the Vale houses.
“Good, I know all the Northern houses and their sigils and words. I'm now working on the Vale.” I say matter-of-factly hoping the stiff atmosphere will go away soon.
Papa gives me a solemn smile. “Did you know your Mother is-was from the Vale? An Arryn in fact.”
I nod excitedly. “I learned about that today. Mama would talk about her childhood in the Vale but she never said she was an Arryn before she was Queen.”
Papa does that sad smile he does when Mama is brought up. It still hurts, Ali says it always will, you just learn to live with the pain.
“Your Mother wished to take you and Rhaenyra to see the Vale once the babe was born. Perhaps-perhaps we can still fulfill that wish one day.” Papa suggests almost seeming hopeful.
“I would love that.” I say with an enthusiastic nod. The thought of seeing where Mama grew up, of where she did all those silly things she told stories about was an exciting thought.
But just as Papa goes to make plans Nyra speaks for the first time this evening. “About today-”
Papa turns to her with a frown before he pats her hand in comfort. The act seems so natural, not forced or alien like when he tries to comfort me.
“It is alright, you were only trying to help.” He says with a kind smile.
Nyra smiles back before shaking her head. “I just…I just wanted to help.” She says looking down at her plate.
“Ever since your Mother passed, you have been…distant. Though I cannot say it is entirely your fault, I myself have been hiding away from you, the court, your sister.” Papa says as he rubs my head when he says ‘your sister’.
I can't help but frown, it felt like Papa forgot about me until the end, that I was an afterthought. I suddenly find I'm no longer hungry and set my fork on the table as I look at Papa again.
“You girls must have heard the rumors already, I'm afraid they're true.” Papa says with a resigned sigh. “I am remarrying, every King needs a Queen. And you will need a King one day.” He says looking at me with a sad smile.
I freeze at his words, not that I will need a King but that he is marrying again. So soon? Mama has only been dead less than a year, Septa Martha says you are to mourn for a year before seeking another match if you must. I think as I chew on my bottom lip ignoring the taste of copper that reaches my touch.
“It is your duty, Mother would understand.” Nyra says with a sad smile.
It is this that makes me say what I do next, and I quickly regret it with how Nyra glares at me. “Any ladies in mind?”
Papa looks back at me with a look of pain. “Yes, a few, in fact one I will be walking in the gardens with on the morrow. The Lady Laena.”
I feel my heart stop, tears come to my eyes. Why Laena? Laena doesn't want to be Queen, she wants to fly and dance, she wants to see the great wonders of the world, eat exotic food and meet exotic people. She doesn't want to be forced to smile and look pretty. She wants to run, scowl at the people she doesn't like, and smile so big you can see her go when she sees someone she adores. She likes to laugh so much her belly hurts and tears come to her eyes, not make a soft laugh to look kind and pretty. Laena is wonderful how she is, being Queen will destroy her. I think as I wipe my tears hoping Papa didn't see them.
But it is not me who responds, it is Nyra. “A wonderful match, unite us with the Velaryons completely. Me with Laenor and you with Laena.”
“Yes, my thoughts exactly.” Papa says before clearing his throat and looking towards me again.
I can't find any kind words so instead I say what Septa Martha taught me to say to a lord and Lady who are just betrothed.
“A wondrous match, I pray the gods will make it fruitful.” I can hardly recognize my own voice. It almost seems as if the words leaving my own lips are from another, but from the smile and pat on the cheek Papa gives me it was me who spoke such words.
For the rest of dinner it feels like I'm not there, like I'm watching from the outside as Nyra and Papa joke and talk the meal away. The only way I know I'm there is because of how tightly my hands grip each other, I feel my nails dig into the backs of my hands.
The moment I'm in my chambers I burst into sobs startling Orchid as she picks me up and holds me close. I grip her dress that always smells of fresh bread and ash from the fire.
“Whatever has hurt that little heart of yours Princess, I hope the world will take it away.” Orchid says sitting in her chair by the fire as she rubs my back.
The next day I stand on a balcony watching Laena and Papa walk together. I bite my lip when Laena looks up towards me with a frown. Before she went on her walk with Papa she begged me for forgiveness stating she never wanted this and will try her best to make him not like her.
Her asking for forgiveness confused me, why would it be her fault our Papa's want her to marry mine? And I told her as such which brought a slight smile to her lips, though it quickly disappeared when her Mama came and told her the King is waiting for her.
“Does it bother you?” Laena’s Mama asks out of nowhere. I look around to see if anyone is near for her to be speaking to but there is no one. “Does it bother you?” She says again as she stands and walks over to me.
“Does what bother me?” I ask confused as to why she is speaking to me. She usually avoids me unless I'm with Laena and even then its short greetings and pleasantries.
“That your best friend is possibly going to marry your Father.” She says as if that were obvious.
I'm shocked by the question, for I thought it would be clear how I feel about this.
“Of course it does, doesn't it bother you?”
She only hums before facing me, her cold eyes make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. How does Laena live like this? I think before pushing my shoulders back down standing straighter.
“Here is the hard truth that no one wishes to tell you, little Princess. The King will remarry, and more than likely he will have a son and that boy will be expected to be named heir. You will be nothing but a second daughter again.”
I stop for a moment thinking over her words. If Papa marries and has a son, my life will go back to normal? Maybe that will let Kepus come back! And with that thought a smile rises to my lips
“That's alright, I never wanted to be the heir. And if it will let the realm be happy as well as Papa then I'm ok with that.”
This seems to puzzle her if the furrow of her brow is any indicator. “Then why does it bother you that the King is finding a new wife?”
“I don't like that Papa is finding a new wife, but it's his duty. What I don't like is that Laena is an option, Laena doesn't want this, she wants to be free, she wants to fly everyday and eat weird things, not be Queen and have everyone looking at her.” I say as if that is obvious.
She seems shocked but then smiles down at me before stroking my cheek. “You truly are a wonderful friend to my girl, and I thank you for that.”
I open my mouth to respond when we hear Laena call out to me. When I turn she is running full speed towards me and with a glance down in the royal gardens I can see Papa has left.
“I need you to swear something for me!” Laena demands as she stands in front of me holding my hands.
“Of course! Anything!” I swear nodding my head.
“If I have to marry him, kill me, I refuse to die from boredom!”
All I can do is blink before I burst out laughing.
“I mean it! I will not be forced to live my days in boredom just so some old men are happy!” She screams before stomping her foot as if that solidifies the deal.
I only smile shaking my head as she grabs my hand to go and play in the gardens stating “I had to walk and be ladylike! Let's be us now!” And I can't help but want that too.
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coaxed you into paradise - c. 34
Description: The life of Saera Targaryen told in four acts. She was her father's forgotten daughter, cast aside as she looked nothing like her mother. Her younger days were spent beside her uncle. Years following her marriage with Ser Harwin Strong, she catches him in an affair with her older sister. She returns to seek solace in the arms of Daemon, whose loved her all her life.
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My sister and I have always been polar opposites. She was a demure and obedient girl. She always listened to her Septa. She seldom missed her lessons, muña always complimented her obedience and interest in all things that ladies must do. They see her as a paragon of chasteness and virtue, she made it easy to love her.
She looks up at me with those round pleading eyes, and I bend.
Are you allowed to have tarts?" I inquired and she shakes her head. "I have a cough and muña says that I'm only allowed to eat fruits." she responded eloquently, not stuttering in spite of her young age.
I was proud of my sister.
"Nyra," she says my name. "- can you tell me a bedtime story?" she pleaded, grabbing the hems of my gown. I respond with a light chuckle, before settling down on the bed beside her.
When I was your age, Uncle Daemon told me stories too. Of valiant knights and fair maidens, of forest animals and dragons." I cooed, smiling at the thought of Daemon. How long has it been since we've last seen each other? Far too long.
I longed for him - truly.
"Uncle Daemon?" she tilted her head, the name sounding foreign on her tongue. My eyes widen slightly, was she unaware of our uncle's existence? "Our father's brother. He left a year ago to join his wife in the Riverlands." I explained, lifting the blanket to cover half her body.
"- now shall we head off to our story?" I inquired and she hummed. Her eyelids already fluttering as she prepares for her slumber.
"Once upon a time, there was a dragon and a scorpion, they both needed to cross the narrow sea. The scorpion sits atop the dragon, and asks: dragon, may I ride your saddle? I need to cross the narrow sea. But then the dragon breathes her fire and says: No scorpion, you may not for you are a scorpion and your nature is to sting." I tried my best to remember part of the short story.
"The scorpion shakes his head and says: Silly dragon, why would I bite you? I need to cross the narrow sea too, and if I bite you, we will both fall into the ocean. For the first time, the dragon does not follow rational thought, she allows the scorpion to ride her saddle. And when they were about to land in Dragonstone, the scorpion stings the dragon. She says: I trusted you scorpion? Why betray me?"
"- and the scorpion laughs: I am a scorpion and my nature is to sting. You cannot change an animal's nature." I finished, and by then she was burrowed into her sheets.
Only mere minutes away from dreaming. "Did Uncle Daemon tell you this story?" she asked me and I shook my head. "Our kepa shared this story to me before you were born. He said that he dreamt about it." I smiled, remembering the days where there was only three of us.
Muna. Kepa and Me.
"That is why, you must bask in the company of those who can fly beside you. Not those that shall sting you." I warned her, flicking a piece of her hair away from her face. "Goodnight, sister." I whispered - pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I love you, Rhaenyra." she replied.
I smile again. My mother favored her the most. My father only yearned for a son, but I am happy to know that she chooses me, and all circumstances were fine.
It was seven years later when my uncle returned to the Red Keep. I still remember the day that I saw him again. I was standing beside my sister - who was wearing a yellow gown that caused the other ladies at court to make fun of her. She looked like a banana, they said and she came to me running with tears in her eyes.
"Rhaenyra," he calls out to me.
"Daemon." I freeze for a second, only brought to reality by my sister's grip on my forearm. "I apologize, uncle this is..." I introduced them to each other, not taking my eyes off Daemon.
The years have done nothing to his face, he was still as dashing and daring as before. I can still see the same shade of purple in his Valyrian eyes, that same petulance on his lips that I bore too.
I should've known the moment that I introduced them to each other. Daemon always had a certain liking to the gentle ones, and with my sister's Valyrian blood it didn't take a while for him to fall in love.
Instead of spending the entire summer playing chess with my uncle, or walking in the gardens with my sister. They both spent their time in each other's company, no doubt already making jokes that only they could relate to - no doubt riding dragons without me.
And so, I felt alone again.
At the beginning both Saera and Daemon favored me the most, but now they favored each other. Worst of all, I found myself hating her.
I found myself hating the girl that I raised.
"There are rumors about your sister and Prince Daemon." Alicent opened the conversation, she continued braiding my hair. "Pray tell." I paused, intrigued about my best-friend's gossip. "They were together, like lovers, I heard my father talking to Uncle Lancel." she informed and it was like my heart stopped beating.
How was it that he chose her? Everyone at court spoke about my beauty, even called me the Realm's Delight, but Daemon could not see that - he'd rather choose a maiden with silver-gold hair and dull purple eyes to warm his cold nights.
What did she have that I did not?
"Will they be wed, princess?" Alicent inquired.
"I-I don't know." I stuttered, finding myself speechless.
The next time I saw my sister, it was after our mother's pyre. She was standing next to the Weirwood Tree with tears in her eyes. She lost the parent that loved her the most. Now she knows what it feels. "I wonder if in that moment father was happy, because he had the son that he desired." I breathed and she wipes the tears from her eyes.
"Rhaenyra, kepa loves us as much as he'd love his sons." Saera comforted, wanting to take the optimistic route instead of facing the inevitable reality. We both knew that she was bluffing, and if deep inside she did believe her words then time would be a stark reminder.
"We will never be sons, sons are better than daughters." I corrected. "- kepa will have another wife, he'll have more sons and we'll be sent away." I mourned, shaking my head. Our mother had just died, and everyone at court couldn't stop talking about the next Queen.
"His sons will be his pride, and we shall be his joy. A man's pride overweights anything else." I added while gathering my gowns to stand up. Mayhaps, this is the perfect time to offer her some advice.
"Take this as a warning, sister. Stay away from our kepus, if you wish to avoid rumors of your spoiled maidenhead. Maybe then you'll be provided a good match." I warned, before standing up and sitting beside Alicent.
Instead of being punished, my sister was given leeway. She was betrothed to Ser Harwin Strong, who was handsome, and dashing. He always treated me with respect and I must admit, I was jealous of her. Our father was not punishing her, he was rewarding her with this match.
"Your sister is gracious." Harwin muttered, handing me goblet of wine as the festivities ensue. All I could think about was Daemon - how he ended a war just to be here, he was too late. Now he must watch his beloved in the arms of another.
I found myself smiling at him.
Seeing nothing but kindness behind his brown eyes.
"- she was ever vigilant in planning our wedding." he added.
And that conversation was the start of many more conversations. Until one night, my tenderness broke and I allowed sin to enter.
I found myself slowly liking this man. His deep voice, his velvety tone. Everything about him was made to my liking. He was pure and true. He made me forget about Daemon. He made me forget about Saera.
"How is the babe?" he asked, reaching down to press his palms on my swollen belly. A smile paints my lips. "The babe is well," I replied placing both of my hands on my tummy. Fatherhood suited him.
The mere thought of his seed inside my belly made me swell with joy. We were made for each other. "- and his mother?" he inquired, meeting my eyes that were filled with adoration. "She is well, now that you are here." I smile deeper, pressing a kiss on his lips.
There were nights where we spent talking about love, before we were together. The first name that spilled out of my tongue was of Daemon, that I fancied him as a child, but he never reciprocated those feelings. My hands snake towards his chest, wrapping him in a warm embrace.
With Harwin and Laenor and her sons, there was nothing she couldn't do. She could move mountains and drain rivers. All because of them, my boys, the very reason for my existence.
When the news of Harwin's death came to me, the entire world collapsed. The love of my life was swallowed my fire. "Mother," Jacaerys finds his place beside me, grabbing my forearm and I collapsed on the floor. "It cannot be," I cried feeling the air run out of my lungs.
He was my joy. The sun of my life.
"He was burned, my lady." her handmaiden announced, keeping her eyes on the floor, in respect of her lady's grief. "Burned my whom?" I sharply questioned. I would kill for him, one day.
But for now, I needed to live for him.
"There are rumors, my princess, but none of them have been proven true." my handmaiden replied, lips pursed into a thin line. The tears wouldn't stop flowing out of my eyes. "Cunts," I mumbled.
How would I take on the world without my sun? Without the man that made everything possible.
I became cruel after that. I hid in Dragonstone. I refused to leave.
When Saera's son, Daegon, came with the news of Lucerys' death. I knew that I had to have my revenge. I called for mercenaries to murder Prince Aelor, because I wanted Aemond to know what it felt like to lose a son. I wanted their family to break. I wanted them to die.
I see the moon from my bed.
The moon has always been related to the tides, and the tides reminded me of Alyssa and Saera.
The tears pool in my eyes.
"Is someone there?" I raised my voice, seeing someone's shadow sitting on my chair. I reached for the dagger under my pillow, and I rose from the sheets, aiming the dagger at the figure. "Reveal yourself," I commanded - not in fear.
I freeze seeing my little sister.
Silver-gold hair, a perfect nose and light-purple eyes. She looked younger, like how she was before we fell out. "What did you do?" she cried, holding a bundle of cloth, I could hardly make out the visage of the babe in her arms.
And when I did recognize it, my heart sank to my chest.
It was Aelor. He was wet - covered in water. I could smell the scent of salt and sand. "He was kind, never jealous, never angry." she rambled, eyes meeting mine.
"You took him, and I'll never forgive you."
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Can I have a fem! Velaryon/Strong x Harwin (platonic)
Where the rumor about her father are getting out of control. Alicent tried to exposed to the king the truth about her bloodline, and for that she tried to betrothed her to a Strong (maybe her cousin or uncle) and Harwin step in and says no to nyra, that he doesn’t want his only daughter to marry a member of her family, he want her to be happy
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- Summary: When Alicent wants you to be betrothed to one of your father’s cousins, Harwin steps in.
- Paring: daughter!reader/ (father) Harwin Strong (platonic)
- Note: The reader is another bastard of Harwin Strong, and only daughter of Rhaenyra.
- Rating: Mature 16+ (just to be safe)
- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne
The air in the Red Keep felt heavier than usual. A storm brewed, not in the sky, but in the corridors of the castle itself. The tension that had been simmering for years was now threatening to boil over, and Harwin Strong could feel it in every fiber of his being. His steps echoed through the hall as he made his way toward the chambers where Rhaenyra waited, her summons terse and urgent. Harwin was no stranger to conflict, to whispers and veiled threats, but this—this was different. This involved blood. His blood. Her blood. Their daughter.
The door to her chambers creaked open, and he stepped inside. Rhaenyra stood by the window, her hands clenched at her sides, the flickering light of the setting sun casting long shadows across her face. She did not turn to greet him. Harwin shut the door behind him, his presence filling the room like the weight of an iron chain.
"They're coming for her," Rhaenyra's voice was tight, low, but laced with fury. She didn’t need to explain. Harwin knew exactly who she meant—Alicent and her venomous words, her sly manipulations. The Queen had grown bolder, emboldened by her paranoia and her children’s ambitions. Now, her sights were set on exposing the truth about Rhaenyra’s children, particularly the girl that the realm believed to be Laenor Velaryon’s daughter.
Harwin clenched his jaw, his fists curling into tight knots at his sides. He had heard the whispers—he always did. His daughter, their daughter, was in danger of being used as a pawn in a game of power and legacy. And now, Alicent had convinced King Viserys to betroth Y/N to one of his cousins. A match that would secure their bloodline but would lock her into a life dictated by others. A life where she would never truly belong.
"She will not marry into my family," Harwin said, his voice rough but determined. Rhaenyra finally turned to face him, her eyes narrowing, not in anger but in understanding. She had expected him to say this, had known he would never allow such a thing to happen.
"And what would you have me do?" Rhaenyra’s tone was sharp, though beneath it was a weariness that only Harwin could recognize. "This is exactly what Alicent wanted—to force our hand, to make us react in a way that would only serve her goals."
Harwin moved closer, his gaze never leaving hers. "I don’t care what Alicent wants. I care about her—about our daughter’s future." His words were hard, but there was an edge of desperation to them. "She deserves more than this—more than being bound to a family that will never truly accept her. You and I both know what they’ll say, what they’ll think. I will not let her be another pawn in this game."
Rhaenyra sighed, her shoulders sagging slightly under the weight of his words. She paced across the room, her silks rustling softly against the stone floor. "And what would you have me do, Harwin? Deny the King? Refuse the betrothal outright?" Her voice softened, her gaze flickering with uncertainty. "Viserys believes this is for her benefit, to secure her future."
"Her future," Harwin repeated, his voice low, as if the words themselves were bitter in his mouth. "Her future will be miserable if we go through with this. They will see her as nothing more than a bastard with a Velaryon name, and they will never stop reminding her of it."
Silence stretched between them, tense and suffocating. Rhaenyra turned to the window once more, her eyes scanning the horizon as if searching for answers beyond the stone walls of the Keep. Harwin watched her, waiting, his heart pounding in his chest. He had never doubted Rhaenyra’s strength before, but this—this was different. This was their child, the one tethered to both of them by blood and secrets.
Finally, Rhaenyra spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "This is how Alicent will destroy us, you know. Not by war or rebellion, but by sowing seeds of doubt and discord. By turning Viserys against us, little by little."
Harwin frowned, his brow furrowing in frustration. "Let her play her games. I’ll not stand by and watch my daughter’s life be shaped by that woman’s scheming." He took a deep breath, forcing himself to steady his voice. "I don’t care what Alicent thinks, or what Viserys believes. I care about Y/N, about her happiness. And I will not let them strip her of that for their own purposes."
Rhaenyra turned to face him again, her expression unreadable for a moment. Then, slowly, she nodded. "You’re right. She deserves better than this." Her voice was firmer now, a decision settling within her. "We will find another way."
Harwin’s shoulders relaxed slightly, though his resolve remained as hard as iron. "I’ll protect her, Rhaenyra. No matter what it takes. I’ll make sure she’s safe."
"I know," Rhaenyra said softly, stepping closer to him. "I know you will."
For a moment, the tension between them ebbed, replaced by a shared understanding, a quiet bond forged not by words but by the love they had for their daughter. Harwin met her gaze, the unspoken promise hanging in the air between them.
No matter what Alicent or the court plotted, they would not allow Y/N to be a casualty in their endless struggle for power.
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Eye of the Storm - Chapter 17: The Sovereign, the Slayer, and the Seer.
Summary: In the wake of Rhysand’s ascension as High Lord, the Bone Carver gifts a prophecy. More than five hundred years later, Azriel continues to wait for the one who is finally reborn as his High Lady’s sister. All it takes is a dip in the Cauldron for things to start falling into place.
Chapter Summary: Azriel and Nyra are sweet. Also, Nyra wields her power in different ways.
Author's message: This is the last chapter before a time skip where I'm going to speed up things by inserting all the fluff and the smut I wrote in the office, the public transport, and everywhere I got carried away.
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Nyra remembered the day she poisoned her mother for the first time.
It hurt every time her mother slashed her palm, seeing Nesta being moulded into something else, seeing Elain and Feyre walking on eggshells every day.
Their mother had plans for them—Nyra to be poisoned, Nesta married to an old duke, Elain and Feyre sent to a horrible aunt. It was too much. Everyone was at risk. And their father was as unreliable and absent as ever.
There was also the story of left-handed women in the Archeron family. Long before the partition of the lands between the fae and humans, their ancestors had resided in a land of snow, the proof of which lived on in their blue eyes.
One ancestor had been summoned by a fae who prophesied about a left-handed female born into the family with a fate woven in darkness. To prevent that, the fae suggested forcing the left-handed ones to ‘become’ right-handed.
That led to the cruel practice of slashing the left palms of left-handed girls, to force them to use their right hand. Failure to do so before puberty resulted in poisoning to death. No left-handed girl in the family survived.
Her mother had started slashing her palm every three to four weeks somewhere around the age of five and had started poisoning her by the age of twelve, nearing puberty. Death awaited her but that was merciful compared to the life her sisters would’ve lived.
So she did it.
She poisoned her mother, passed it off as an illness, and the horrible woman finally passed away.
Back then, Nyra had been poisoned enough for an aftermath that would last her entire life as an incurable illness.
Then came the Cauldron. And then she’d died. Really died.
Yes. It was a very painful affair. As if she was being ripped from. . . something.
Nyra was the only one who did not remember the kidnapping or how she’d been thrown into the Cauldron. Her only vague memory was about being drenched, walking, laying down, and a blue light before everything turned black.
Her left hand had begun trembling and her scar reminded her of Azriel’s hands.
“My half brothers were not pleased with the existence of a bastard. They wanted to test if their father’s illegitimate progeny had enough healing prowess so. . . they. .”
Azriel hesitated to continue. Nyra hummed, looking at the night sky. She laid her head against his arm and continued to not look at him even though she felt his gaze on her.
“What do you think of it?” Nyra straightened herself and looked at him, caught unaware by his question. He seemed expectant and nervous.
“I don’t have the right to have an opinion, Az.” She answered softly.
“I am a bastard.”
“And?”
“My hands are like this.”
“And?”
“Surely you must think something about it.”
Nyra looked at the night sky. “Why do you sound like you’re trying to push me away?”
She now turned to him fully, angling her body accordingly. “It’s like you’re asking me to- I don’t know. What are you trying to do? Stop me from wanting to be your friend?”
Azriel had nothing to say. He looked down at his scarred hands like an admonished child.
“I’m not- I don’t even know what to say. Just. . Ugh!” That was the first time Nyra had ever let herself make a sound like that. Let herself not be ladylike as her mother had demanded. “Do you hate me or something?”
“I don’t hate you.” He immediately spoke, sounding panicked.
“I think you’re brave.” She whispered. “I also think that if your half brothers were alive, I might’ve struck them with lightning. Or poisoned them.”
“Murder is a crime.” Azriel tried to joke. She found him so adorable.
“Nobody can tell if I summoned the lightning or if it was actually a natural disaster.” She drawled with a smile.
“I can.” Azriel was now amused.
“I’d like to think that if I were murdering someone, you’d wait with a shovel to hide the body.”
Azriel tipped his head back and laughed. “I think I might just hand you the Truth Teller for your murder.”
“Wouldn’t want anything to happen to your pretty knife, Az.”
“That pretty knife has drawn much blood.”
“It’s too late for me.” Her words might have sounded out of context but the way Azriel’s features morphed into surprise, she knew he’d understood.
“You. . .” He was looking at her again, lips parted.
“What?” She laughed.
“I didn’t. . . I. .”
“I suppose it’s baffling.”
“Consider me baffled.” He exhaled and looked straight ahead. “Wow. That’s. . .”
“Scary?”
“Surprising, baffling, mind blowing, yes. Scary, no.”
“Would be the shock of anyone’s life if a woman like me scared the Spymaster of the Night Court.”
Azriel immediately looked at her, his gaze shaking her soul. “You’re a myriad of mysteries, Nyra Archeron, and I may be too curious for my own good.”
She looked away with a smile, closing her eyes.
“How about we exchange secrets?” Azriel’s proposal was tempting. Feeding her desire to know the elusive Spymaster.
“Go on.”
“I was twelve when I first killed.”
And Nyra grinned brightly at that. “Same!”
It was strange to be talking and bonding over such topics but Azriel looked at her and grinned back. And under the night sky with a crescent moon hanging over them, they’d confessed everything about their first kill.
By the end of that conversation, Azriel had an arm around Nyra’s shoulder and she was leaning against him.
“I feel light.” He spoke softly. And she knew she felt the same. Years of bottling things up and she was finally unravelled.
“I want to tell Feyre and Elain.” About how she’d killed their mother.
“Feeling ready?”
“I feel light.” She repeated his words and looked at him. If life was a little better, kinder, maybe they would’ve kissed. But this was the best of reality and this moment would continue to live in her memory.
He squeezed her arm and pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead and reality became infinitely more beautiful.
Nyra smiled.
The timing was bad.
War was inevitable. The king wanted the Archeron sisters. Everyone was preparing. Nyra was learning to control her powers and access more information from her archives but. . . She was so attracted to Azriel.
In her defence, Azriel should not be so. . . perfect.
He was kind and so sweet to her. Always so patient and made time for her. Such a wonderful soul. So reliable.
And he had a great face. That was just. . . Nyra clutched her sheets and turned over to the other side. And she turned again.
She would’ve liked to complain because how was his every movement so sensual? And why did he spar shirtless?
Nyra continued yawning but she couldn’t sleep. The first light of dawn peeked in from the corners of the curtains.
Frustrated, she grabbed a robe and stepped out, walking through the dimly lit corridor. She reached the staircase and since she’d never been upstairs, she ascended. A door was ajar and she could see the lavender sky before the sun truly appeared for the day.
As she neared it, the light of the dawn was covered by the glaring darkness. Dark swirls wafted over to her and stopped in front of her.
She lifted a hand as she always did and welcomed the shadows to play with her. They perched themselves on her head and shoulders and crawled along the skirts and sleeves of her robe and finally played with her fingers and cheeks. Their cool touch made her sleepier.
The call of her name jolted her from her haze. Feyre was standing by the door.
“Hello.” She sounded so tired and sleepy and soft. Feyre took her hand and took her with her. The terrace of the House of Wind was in fact an open space and Cassian was yelling and Nyra nearly stumbled only for the shadows to catch her waist.
“Careful.” Feyre warned, immediately at her side now that she’d realised her sleepy sister might need more assistance if she were to reach anywhere safely.
The shadows were cool and so gentle and their wispy sounds were lulling her to sleep so nicely. Feyre helped her lean against a wall somewhere and Nyra no longer felt her hand.
She enjoyed the sensation of the shadows massaging her head and shoulders and hands. And she was so sleepy she could simply fall and not care where she fell.
“Nyra!” The loud voice jolted her from her haze. Was that Cassian?
“You woke her up, idiot.” Another voice came, low and deep and she could fall in that voice and sleep there.
“Overprotective bastard.” A male laugh followed that comment.
Footsteps and more voices and she forced herself to open her eyes. Her vision took their time to clear up and finally revealed three shirtless Illyrians to her. Nyra blinked and then frowned.
“Won’t you catch a cold?” She meant to sound stern but she sounded too soft. A yawn escaped her.
“I’ll be fine. Feyre darling is here to warm me up.” Rhysand sounded like he was eagerly waiting for that.
“And Cassian and Azriel will warm each other up?” She asked, her head tilting to the side.
“You’re welcome to join us, Nyra.” Cassian grinned and she couldn’t help her smile at the early morning teasing.
“I’d like to sleep.”
“You’d be missing out.” Cassian teased again and received another yawn as a reply.
“Wouldn’t you rather have Azriel all to yourself?” Nyra smiled softly. She looked at Azriel and frowned. “Where are your shadows?”
The shadowsinger smiled at her. “With you.”
And as if they wanted to remind her, one of the tendrils tugged at her fingers. She looked down at her hand and found shadows on her hands and the length of her robe.
“Do you want to go back to your room?” Azriel asked. He sounded kind and his intentions were kind and her stupid self didn’t even bother registering that because his voice was far too sensual to her ears and it made her shiver.
“You’re cold.” Azriel noted. And when her eyes cooperated with her, she found herself in front of a very sweaty, shirtless Azriel whose chest glowed in the early light of dawn. She blinked, took a step back, and lost her balance.
Azriel had moved faster than she could comprehend and had caught her but sleep was betraying her for the second time that morning by abandoning her when she needed it the most.
Because how was anyone supposed to see a shirtless Azriel in close proximity and remain standing? Nyra did not know how so she frowned.
“I’m not cold.” She mumbled as the shadowsinger helped her stand straight. Her cheeks were warming up.
“And sleepy.” He helped her stand straight. “Come on, I’ll take you to your room.” Azriel placed his arms behind her back and legs and lifted her.
“I was not sleepy earlier when I left my room.” She mumbled, her head laying against his chest. His heartbeat was a beautiful sound. It was speeding up. “Your heartbeat is fast.”
“I’ve been training awhile now, Nyra.” He made her name sound nicer than it usually was. Made her feel cherished with the way he called her name.
And she wanted to do that for him. She wanted to love him. To cherish him.
And she felt herself smile.
This was. . . freeing.
Was this how it was?
To have a heart without inhibitions or doubts?
How easy was it to see his face and forget everything else?
“Hm.” She turned her head towards his chest. “You smell nice.”
“I’m sweaty.” He had begun descending the stairs. She could feel it in the way he moved with her in his arms.
“Still nice.” And she found that comfortable space. With the shadows caressing her and Azriel’s warmth and the sound of his heartbeat, she floated away into the cosy dark.
The realisation that her heart was leaving her to be somebody else’s affected her in a way she did not quite understand. But it was Azriel. . .
Nyra turned to the other side and slept soundly.
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“What?” Feyre asked, amused by Cassian glancing at her for the third time. She had just entered wearing that starlit gown.
“You just look so. . .”
“Here we go.” Mor muttered from beside Nyra.
“Official.” Cassian looked at Mor incredulously. “Fancy.”
Nyra snorted and Cassian scowled at her. Azriel chuckled from the front door as he entered. His besotted shadows were already floating towards Nyra.
“Over five hundred years old. A skilled warrior and general, famous throughout territories, and complimenting ladies is still something he finds next to impossible. Remind me why we bring you to diplomatic meetings?” Mor shook her head, feigning disappointment.
When the shadowsinger laughed again, Cassian glared at him. “I don’t see you resorting to poetry, brother.”
Azriel crossed his arms, smiling faintly at the sight of Nyra and his shadows. “I don’t need to resort to it.”
Nyra looked up at him with a teasing smile. “Really?”
Azriel stared at her, wide eyed at having been caught off guard. He looked away as his cheeks warmed while the greedy little shadows tugged at her fingers, demanding her attention again. And while she fondly played with them, Rhys had appeared.
“I thought you were leaving.” Nesta’s voice came from atop the stairs. She descended, moved past Cassian and Morrigan, and stopped near Nyra. She patted her twin on the head and walked towards Feyre to declare her intention to go with them.
“As High Lady, Feyre is no longer my emissary to the human world.” Rhysand smiled at Nesta. “Want the job?”
A spark flared in those silvery blue eyes. “Consider this meeting a trial basis. And I’ll make you pay through the teeth for my services.”
Rhys bowed a little. “I would expect nothing less of an Archeron sister. Welcome to the court. You’re about to have one hell of a first day.”
Nesta smiled, something unexpected for most of them. She went over to Nyra and sat on the armrest. “Are you okay?”
“Not good, not bad.” Nyra replied.
Rhysand looked over at Nyra. “Interested in being an emissary, Nyra?”
She looked at him, contemplated the offer, and replied. “When I’m feeling better.”
“You should.” Nesta spoke, looking at her with mild disapproval. “Make use of those languages you learned.”
“You’re fluent in those languages too.”
“Languages?” Feyre asked.
“Eight.” Nyra raised her hand.
“Seven.” Nesta raised her hand.
“When?” Rhysand was stupefied. Languages in the mortal and fae lands were quite similar owing to the coexistence of both species until five hundred years ago.
“Mother nearly screeched at us to learn five. We got carried away.” Nyra answered.
“I’m not the one who learned another language just to talk to someone she’d only met.” Nesta muttered.
“Tell me about this.” Cassian eagerly asked, forgetting that he was supposed to remain nonchalant with Nesta.
Nesta looked at him, surprised. She simply stared at him before finally speaking. “Once upon a time, Nyra wanted to talk to someone. But he did not speak any languages we were fluent in. So she learned his language and finally spoke to him.”
“Him?” Rhysand was now grinning like a cat and watching an utterly stone faced Azriel.
“Shut up.” Nyra muttered. The shadows had begun tugging on her fingers, as if someone would somehow take her away.
“Two minutes into the conversation and she pushes him from the balcony.” Nesta concluded, earning a shocked look from all.
“As she should.” Azriel muttered.
Nyra looked up at him in disbelief. “You don’t even know what happened.”
Azriel walked over and laid a possessive arm around her. He squeezed the flesh of her shoulder to remind himself that she was here in front of him. “I don’t need to.”
Azriel simply watched her. He could watch her for so long. Her eyes as they brightened and dimmed during conversations. The movement of her mouth as she spoke and laughed and frowned or cried.
And she was so willing to allow his scarred hands to touch her.
Azriel had held Nyra a few times. And he was always marvelling at how unbelievably soft she was. For someone like him, she was so easily pressed against him.
And he wrapped her in his arms for a hug. When Nyra looked up at him, confused, Azriel realised what he’d done. “My mother likes hugs during her cycle.”
It was true.
“She sounds nice.” Nyra pressed her cheek against his chest and closed her eyes in contentment. “Warm hugs are nice.”
At this moment, where war was imminent, Azriel wanted to marry this female.
Because every moment with her would be worth a lifetime of waiting and an unpredictable future.
He heard her breathing pattern became even. She was comfortable and about to fall asleep. “Don’t fall asleep on me now.”
“I won’t.” Nyra sounded tired and ready to fall asleep in his arms and Azriel was sure he would not leave if that happened. He looked at the people around him.
His stupid brothers were grinning with Feyre soon picking up on the feel of the family. He was already suspicious of Mor being attracted to Nyra. The appearance of Elain at the end of the corridor, walking towards them, caught his eye.
Elain looked at him and then at Nyra and hurried over. She took Nyra from Azriel’s arms and made her sit. Azriel knelt before her and took her hand. “Sleepy?”
“Hm.”
“Does it hurt?”
Nyra sat straight, a little alert. “. . . no.”
“Your tea will be ready soon.”
“Hm.” Nyra looked at him and frowned when she realised something. “Don’t you have to go?”
“I do.”
“Then why are you still here?”
And could he ever answer that with the truth? That he wanted to be with her and take care of her. And that every moment he took here was his selfishness trying to salvage every scrap of a shared moment.
At that moment, Rhysand walked over and patted her head with a fond smile. “Tea is on the second shelf from the top right. You know where the mugs are. Books are in the family library but if you need more from downstairs, Azriel’s shadows can get them for you. And-”
“If you want to go to the priestess’ library, ask Clotho for Inanna.” Mor interrupted her cousin. “There’s an ample supply of snacks and if you want something else, just tell the wraiths and they’ll get it for you. And-”
“Tell the shadows if you need anything.” It was Azriel’s turn now. “Tea, cheesecake, books, anything. They’ll get it for you. And if you want to go outside, tell them. They’ll take you wherever you wish.”
“Do they go shopping?”
“Yes.” He’d discovered that recently when the shadows started spending his money on dresses that they were delighted when Nyra wore. He had no clue exactly which dresses they’d bought and Nyra knew nothing.
We bought all of them. The little bastards sounded entirely proud.
Look at the sage green she’s wearing now.
Very demure.
Very adorable.
And we were very mindful.
They were in their own world, celebrating as if they’d achieved something and Azriel did not even say anything because Nyra looked really. . . gods, he wanted to tear out his heart and give it to her.
“No going back now.” Cassian grinned.
Rhysand’s wings were now visible and as Nyra learned, it would be seen by the other High Lords and their diplomats for the first time. “I figure it’s time for the world to know who really has the largest wingspan.”
“Wingspan?” Nyra asked.
Mor sauntered over with an impish grin. Azriel twirled Nyra around, shielding her from the blonde female but that didn’t deter Mor from nearly shouting. “Azriel has the largest-” Feyre nearly hauled her away.
“Feyre. She needs to know this. It’s absolutely important.” Morrigan protested as if she’s been stopped from divulging the secret of the universe. “Azriel has the largest mmfph-” Feyre covered Mor’s mouth but the rest of the sentence was not hard for Nyra to guess.
And Nyra who had been cornered by Azriel looked up at him with an amused smile. “Does the wingspan mean something else?”
Azriel closed his eyes and sighed. He didn’t know how to answer that. He opened his eyes and found himself enamoured by her.
“Is that why you don’t resort to poetry?” She tilted her head with a smile, completely swept away by the urge to tease him.
Azriel met her gaze. He did not blush, did not shy away, but looked at her with intent. He leaned down to her ear and whispered. “Would you like to find out?”
Nyra’s smile was no more. The intensity in his eyes was beginning to be reflected in her own. She saw his gaze fall from her eyes to her lips.
Something more powerful than lightning crackled between them.
Nyra, now aware of her own attraction towards him, was not in control of her words or actions.
Azriel, on the other hand, had simply succumbed to the odd bit of courage and had not expected the way she reacted.
She’s attracted. She finds you attractive! The shadows nearly blew his eardrums with their cheers. Kiss her! Kiss her, you stupid male!
“Go to your meeting.” Nyra whispered, placing a hand on his chest. She pushed him but he did not budge.
She met his gaze and saw his yearning. Nyra really hoped she wasn’t hallucinating because if this male was yearning for her, then. . . this was probably the right time to faint.
Why hadn’t she fainted yet?
She’d been looking at Azriel’s unreasonably attractive face for this long. Surely, she should’ve fainted by now. Meanwhile, the shadows enveloped them and brought them to another room.
Azriel placed a gentle palm on her cheek. He was close. So close that another breath could lead to a kiss. “Will you be fine?”
“Yes.” Nyra felt like she would’ve said yes to anything at that moment. This was maddening. Azriel was looking at her lips now.
“What’s happening?” Nyra whispered.
“Whatever you’d like.” He looked her in the eye.
“You’ll be late.” The implication that he’d be late because he’d be occupied with her did not escape either of them. What they’d be doing to be occupied remained undecided.
“I’m not. . .” She trailed away and then kissed the corner of his mouth. “That’s all I’m brave enough to do.” She looked at his chest where her nails were sort of scratching on his leathers.
Azriel leaned in, consumed by his own desire and Nyra’s, their eyes fluttering close, and then he stopped. “Not now.”
Nyra looked up at him, eyes narrowed and irritation flashing in them.
Azriel laughed lightly and grabbed her waist. “Do you feel this?” He pushed his hips against hers, eliciting a delicious gasp. “If I start, I will make us both finish.”
Nyra scowled. “Since you have a grand total of zero intentions of doing anything, go.”
“Must you be so adorable?” Azriel rubbed his nose against hers.
“Must you be so annoying?” Nyra shot back. Azriel thrust his hips against hers, nearly going mad when she gasped against his lips. His cock was enjoying the friction far too much and ached for clothes to be discarded.
“Are you actually going to this meeting?” She did not sound like she wanted him to go.
“Do you want me to stay?” Yes, yes, yes, yes. And even when he asked the question, he knew that she wanted him to stay.
“There’s a war, Azriel.” Her mood dampened and so did his. It was a brutal reminder that things were too dangerous.
Azriel stepped back and extended a hand. She gave him her left hand, her dominant hand, and he kissed the back of it. “I’ll be back.”
The pair of them stepped out of the room to meet a very smug lot of busybodies.
“We will talk.” Nesta gave her a secret smile.
“No, we will not.” Nyra retorted.
“Anyway,” She looked at the smirking High Lord and his entourage. “All the very best to you nosy lot.” She looked at Nesta. “And if you sense that thing. . . right.”
Nesta nodded impassively. Nyra saw Elain and her teasing smile and the older sister blanched because Nesta was going away for now but Elain would be here and she could be relentless when she wanted to be. “And stop smirking, Azriel.”
“You’re not even looking at me.” The shadowsinger spoke.
“I don’t have to.” Nyra then looked at him pointedly to see him shake his head with a close-eyed smile.
“Brother dearest.” Rhysand flung an arm over Azriel’s shoulder and from where he stood, the Spymaster disappeared into the shadows to reach ahead at the Dawn Court. Rhys nearly fell before retaining his balance and eventually, his posture. And the company departed for Dawn.
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What did he even expect when Eris had the ability to speak, Beron continued to exist, and Tamlin—Mother knew how much of that High Priestess’s insolence had rubbed off on him.
Azriel knew his family could feel his irritation. A few of his shadows were with Nyra but that didn’t make up for him not being there with her.
When Nesta felt something was wrong, the three Illyrians scouted for danger. They were in the House of Wind to check in on Elain and Nyra and found both sisters together. Both sisters were sitting on the floor with Elain holding Nyra’s cheeks and worrying.
“Something is wrong.” Elain looked at Rhys. “I can feel it but Nyra is. . .”
“Allow me to help you.” Rhysand sat down with her and tried to enter Nyra’s mind only to be thwarted by a storm. The High Lord looked at the shadowsinger who was already sitting next to Nyra. “Can you reach her?”
Azriel focused on the bond, on that blessing that tied his rotten self to this wonderful person. Please. Nyra. Come back.
“The Cauldron.” She whispered. Azriel watched her closely, wondering if he had been successful in reaching her. Nyra turned to him, her eyes still brightly gleaming. “It will break soon. There’s so much pain.”
Her eyes returned to their original blue. “Az.” She gasped. He immediately gathered her in his arms. “It’s too wrong. The balance is at stake.”
“Nyra?” Rhysand called and she turned to him. “Are you in pain? Do you need anything?”
“I. . . I think the Cauldron was calling for help.”
“Tell us everything.” Cassian had sat down on Elain’s other side.
“They’re trying to break something.” Nyra said. “Using the Cauldron.”
“The boundary will shatter.” Elain spoke, her eyes now white. “Gods will rise. The mirror will awaken the Sovereign and the Slayer-” Elain stopped abruptly to shut her ears. “No, no, no, no.” And she kept chanting.
“Elain, please let me in. I can help you.” Rhysand touched her shoulder. And they waited and watched as Rhysand help Elain calm down. She was now unconscious and a wave of night carried her to the bed.
They turned to Nyra who was looking at Elain.
“I’m staying.” Azriel spoke, his voice allowing no argument.
“All right.” Rhysand. “Come to Dawn tomorrow.” The shadowsinger glared at him. “If things are better here.” The High Lord quickly added. Azriel did not deign to reply as he focused on Nyra.
“All right.” Nyra looked at the General. “How is she?”
“Physically, she’s fine but I think whatever she felt, it disturbed her.” Cassian himself seemed disturbed. Rhysand patted Nyra’s head and so did Cassian before the two headed for the balcony leaving Azriel, Nyra, and an unconscious Elain in the same room.
“You could’ve left.” Nyra spoke as she continued to watch Elain. She waved her hand in front of her, lightning crackling at her fingertips as she cast a shield on Elain’s malnourished frame.
She looked at Azriel and gestured with her head towards the door. They exited and found themselves in front of the door to Nyra’s room.
“I’m worried.” He watched her as she got lost in thought. He touched her shoulder and made her look at him. “Let’s have dinner.” She nodded and followed him.
Neither of them paid much attention to the food or to anything else. They also did not mind as they entered her room, as she changed into her nightdress, and as Azriel removed his shirt. They quietly laid down, and chastely embraced each other, and fell asleep sharing an intimacy that calmed each other.
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“How did you even meet him?” Feyre whispered to Elain. All four Archerons, Azriel, Morrigan, and Rhysand waited as the gates to Lord Nolan’s prison-like estate opened.
“At a ball—his father’s ball.”
“I’ve been to funerals that were merrier.” Nesta muttered, not caring if she was offending anyone.
“This house has needed a woman’s touch for years.” Elain sharply looked at Nesta before facing ahead. Behind her, both Feyre and Nesta looked at Nyra as if to ask how Nyra even approved of this match. The lightning wielder looked at them, raised her hands in surrender.
The stench of fear and disgust was overwhelming as the fae were escorted to the guardhouse. Nesta readied herself to control her temper and to let go if Graysen so much as breathed wrongly. Nyra remained observant and Feyre stood by her side.
Do you think Nesta will kill him? Feyre asked, worrying about the consequences of harming humans.
Probably. Nyra replied, looking around as they entered.
And what type of person is Lord Nolan?
I might kill him. Feyre let surprise overtake her features for a single second before schooling them. She clutched Nyra’s arm in worry and in an attempt to restrain.
Graysen entered and looked at Elain earnestly. His father certainly intimidated Elain enough for her stutter. Nesta took over, revealing the news about the wall and the Cauldron. Introductions were made by Feyre and Elain finally braved herself to make her request. Unfortunately, things escalated.
“I have it on good authority that it was Elain Archeron who was turned fae first. And who now has a High Lord’s son as a mate.”
Feyre felt Nyra’s calm fury as Lord Nolan said those words. She’d never been once afraid of her older sister. Her sweet older sister who never denied her a story to put her to sleep and keep away the nightmares.
Nyra who continued to remind Feyre what it meant to have a human heart even though she knew that her older sister had lost her own many years ago. Nyra whose words carried her for all of her human life so she could finally find her own will.
Wasn’t he the one who hurt Azriel in Hybern? Nyra was too calm as she asked. Feyre remembered that she had shown Nyra everything that happened in Hybern and now she was worried.
Yes. Feyre’s reply was followed by the roar of thunder.
Feyre held her older sister by the arm and drew circles on the back of her hand because the rainstorm that had just begun was proof that Nyra was not as calm as her expression portrayed her to be. The High Lady held her sister long enough for Jurian’s side of the story to be heard. Azriel had vanished into the shadows to update Cassian.
We may have to get this problematic creature away from here. Nesta’s voice entered Feyre and Rhysand’s minds.
Jurian? Rhysand asked.
Nyra has recognised him as the one who hurt Azriel. Feyre clarified.
She’ll fry him like a fish. Nesta did not sound worried.
That explains the rainstorm. Rhysand sighed. Two idiots who don’t even realise their feelings for each other. He remembered the sadist Azriel could be while torturing people. He thought he’d seen the worst and the last of it when the shadowsinger tortured his half-brothers but clearly that wasn’t the case. The raven who’d touched Nyra was still in the dungeons, screaming to be killed. And for the first time, he’d seen the shadows actively torture someone.
And- Their attention was drawn to Elain and Graysen arguing over the engagement ring.
“Take. It. Off!” For a human surrounded by fae of such power, his audacity to shout was shocking. Things were about to get ugly. Graysen ignored his father’s warning and moved forward.
“Take it off!” Graysen roared. Lightning struck the land right outside. Lord Nolan rushed over to the window to see the stables broken and burning despite the sudden rain. Graysen’s gaze followed his father.
Lightning crackled inside the room, playing with the hands of one fae who had remained utterly calm. Till now. “You will mind your tone when you speak to my family.”
Nyra tapped Feyre’s hands and the youngest let go of her sister. “You will grant sanctuary to any human who reaches here. And you will shut your mouth and do as I say lest you’d prefer that I eradicate everything in the vicinity.”
“You wouldn’t.” Graysen put on a facade of false bravery.
“Or would I?” Nyra challenged and the human lordling couldn’t meet it as he looked at the lightning crackling at her fingertips.
And before Graysen could say anything, Lord Nolan grabbed him by the arm and dragged him across the room. “Get your faerie people out of here.”
“Father, you cannot simply-”
“Listen to me well, boy. Whether she’s human or fae is irrelevant—you do not mess with Nyra Archeron.” Lord Nolan was supposedly whispering but the fae could hear it clearly with their hearing.
The father roughly let go of his son and the latter turned to Elain. “I am not marrying you. Our engagement is over. I will take whatever people occupy your lands. But not you. Never you.”
And before the insolent reptile could say anything to break Elain’s heart further, Nesta smacked him across the face. The fae departed upon Nesta’s declaration to do so and Nyra spared Jurian a withering glance. Jurian met her gaze and bowed his head. “Greetings to you, Conqueror of the Cauldron.”
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When the war began, Nyra resolved to look after Elain who was having more nightmares. It was quiet between them and Elain’s visions were showing her all sorts of things. Some were calming, some were outright terrifying. And Nyra quietly absorbed Elain’s exhaustion.
The end of the first battle came with a plan to glamour soldiers. Nyra simply tapped Feyre’s forehead and granted her access to her power. “Don’t overdo it. It might harm you.”
And they watched the end of it as Cassian was cornered and he continued to fight valiantly. As Azriel in a cloud of shadows and blue lights fought to reach his brothers. As Nyra worried for the two of them, a flash of her power found its way to the shadowsinger. The sisters watched as Azriel slammed his fist on the ground, releasing a blast of lightning in the surrounding area.
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Nyra felt the wrongness of this dream. Thunder collapsed as she woke up. She looked around and found Nesta on her bed but Elain?
She threw away her blankets and took her robe. Elain was not on her bed. Or anywhere in sight. Nyra exited the tent and looked around. Everything seemed fine.
Her eyes glowed and she found the trail of Elain’s golden magic. Without another thought, Nyra followed it.
Nyra quietened. Mud and twigs and dirt and leaves clung to the hem of her nightdress and robe by the time she reached the enemy’s camp where Elain’s trail led her to.
Nyra observed the rotations of the guards patrolling, timed them, waited for the opportunity, and snuck in. She followed the trail cautiously and reached a tent with a table, Elain, and the ghastly Cauldron. Wispy smokes emanated from it, taunting her.
Once she’d helped Elain stand up straight, the younger sister began ranting about someone else. “There’s a child. A human.” Elain spoke between her sobs, eyes white. “She’s here. . . and she’s so young. We can’t leave her here.”
Nyra hesitated. It was one thing that Elain was kidnapped. She didn’t even know how they were going to return. She exhaled, giving up on trying to convince Elain to worry about herself before others.
“Where’s she?” Elain led her to an altar. One look and Nyra realised that Elain had not thought of how this girl was to be saved.
The girl was human and tied to a wooden pole on the altar. Those surrounding the altar were playing cards and discussing how they would ‘take’ the girl.
Rage swirled within her and the first clap of lightning struck the nearest group. Nyra stood tall, lightning crackling all over her body. The next group of people were examining the remains of those who had been charred and she moved in a flash of lightning.
A flash of light was all that any of them saw before they dropped dead, vital organs severed from their bodies. After the massacre, the girl’s cries stopped. Nyra looked at her and stepped on the altar. Elain followed and began helping her. “We’ll get you out of here.”
Nyra looked up at the sky and closed her eyes, consumed by the power she now wielded freely. Rain poured gently over the land. Lightning fractured the sky and thunder echoed around the world.
A tingle passed through them and the next thing they knew, they were in the camp with the Inner Circle at a distance, with Rhysand and Azriel facing each other, the former’s authority weak against the latter’s unfiltered wrath.
The sudden thrum of power in the air caught their attention and they turned and saw the three females.
“Feyre!” Elain cried. The human girl had fainted in her arms. Feyre looked at Elain and Nyra, horrified at the sight.
The lightning wielder looked at her blood-coated hands. With her hands, she’d taken lives. She’d massacred them. Her rage was a ferocious beast—waiting for the opportune moment to strike. And it had. She’d been possessed by something so vicious and it was an entirely familiar feeling.
“Nyra.” Nesta called her but Nyra couldn’t look her in the eye. She was unworthy. But then she felt hands on her own. The blood was now on Nesta’s hands.
Nyra’s eyes were hot and wet with tears and as much as she clenched her jaw and bit her lip, she wanted to scream. She had killed, killed, and it wasn’t the first time but some part of her was lost. And something vile had taken its place.
Lightning was a frightening element but it was hers—the element that now bowed to her. The element and everything beyond.
Death embraced her twin, and the skies roared throughout the night, renouncing any sense of tranquillity. And Nyra mourned for herself in Nesta’s arms.
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The final battle in the mortal lands felt a little personal. Maybe because she was once human.
A few of Azriel’s shadows were with her, helping her with mundane tasks, bringing Elain and the Truth Teller upon her request for a distraction.
When Elain stabbed the king’s neck, the twins moved. A hand wrapped in lightning ripped away the king’s arm, freeing their father, and the shadows whisked him away.
The king’s corpse fell and three Archerons towered over it.
The inky black surface of the Cauldron had started cracking, not letting Feyre move away and with Amren inside. A bird of light and fire emerged, draining more of the Cauldron’s power.
Nyra reached the Cauldron in a flash of lightning and placed a hand on it. Her eyes glowed blue. Nesta and Elain had joined her, their eyes now silver and white. Feyre could now let go of the Cauldron and she watched her sisters let their power flow to fix it.
But what Feyre thought was not what was happening. The Cauldron cracked further and a white light emanated from the cracks seeming as if lightning adorned the artefact. And then, it broke.
Feyre was soon joined by her mate, the other High Lords, and everyone else when the battle was finally over.
Her sisters pushed in a wave of power to contain the essence. The cracked pieces of the Cauldron rose into the air and above them. It came together, melted like iron in fire, and took shape.
A brand new Cauldron was formed with legs and carvings.
Three hands gathered the essence from the old Cauldron and poured it inside the new one.
And when the power subsided and the Cauldron was settled, the Sovereign of the Skies, the Slayer of the King, and the Seer of the Stars remained.
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Why don't you just kill me? - Daemon Targaryen x reader
Why don't you just kill me?
Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x reader
Word count: 1.3k
Warnings: slight smut and allusions to it, jealousy, violence, mentions of a previous envolvement between Daemon and Rhaenyra.
Note: Ok, this is it, the first thing I write here. I'm nervous and English is not my first language, so I'm sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes to begin with. I was challenged by a friend to write under the prompt "why don't you just kill me?" and this was the result.
Living at the Red Keep was a lot to deal with. Between enormous meals that never ended and political talks back and forward, me and my big sister, Rhaenyra, had our hands full. Especially her, though. Being the little Targaryen has always left me a bit overshadowed because Nyra would have the focus of being the Realm’s heir, leaving me to be the Realm’s Dove. People said that my silver hair and my soft features always remembered them of innocence and purity, and I absolutely hated that.
All my childhood, me and Nyra were obsessed with Uncle Daemon, he used to be a role model to us, even though everyone told us that he was rogue. And indeed, he was. Many years later, there were rumors that he defiled my sister in a brothel and that’s why she was so urgently married to Sir Laenor. He wanted her, like everyone also prefers Rhaenyra.
I only noticed his eyes on me on Laena’s funeral. After twenty years of living, finally I earned his attention. Maybe, his eyes only wondered for a bit time longer than they used to, but for me that made my day. Daemon was finally free again and his eyes were on me. What I did not notice was the hateful look I received from my sister. For the first time in my life, Rhaenyra was jealous of me, and I had no idea. After some kind words the Velaryons had to say about Laena, her body was thrown into the sea, and I watched the coffin sink. For some reason, I felt chills all over my body and then I felt his breath near my ear.
“Dear niece. You’ve grown.”
His voice was deep, and it touched my insides, leaving them on fire. I couldn’t bring myself to lift my chin, to turn around, to face him. I was afraid I was going to melt.
“Uncle. It’s been a long time. I’m a woman now.”
“Who did your father promised you to?” His voice was quick to keep the conversation going. He clearly had a motive to talk to me and I was starting to understand it.
“Jason Lannister.” I whispered, with disgust in my voice. I still didn’t believe what I was saying, but Viserys was convinced he was the best match.
“That old cunt? He could be your father. And that smug look on his face is utterly disgusting.” His tone was mocking, but did I find a hint of jealousy in it? Maybe.
“It’s the King’s perfect match. Not even my doe eyes could dissuade him. I’m doomed.” The last part was said in a murmur. I could not question the King’s decisions out loud, what would everyone think…?
A loud noise was heard, and everyone looked back. Everyone but Daemon, whose eyes remained on me. I gulped when I realized the proximity between us, but when I looked at Rhaenyra and saw that she had hurt herself with a mug, I ran to her to stop de bleeding with my bare hands. In my spare time, I usually hid in the library and red some of the maesters’ books on medicine. That made me more ready to these kinds of situations than almost everyone around me, so I was the one who helped Rhaenyra to get inside and to bandage her wound. I lost Daemon from my sight with all this chaos.
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After dinner with the Velaryons and a weirdly passive-aggressive Rhaenyra, I went to my chambers, ready for a good night of sleep so I could ride on Vermithor tomorrow without the risk of falling because of being tired. Well, I couldn’t be more wrong. Daemon was right there, siting on the armchair near the bathtub I used that morning.
“I was in doubt if I should show myself before or after you undressed, but I just couldn’t resist seeing you again.” He said as he stood up, walking in my direction. Those words caught me off guard and I could only observe as he got near, and his hand caressed my cheek. “The most beautiful woman should not end up with that fucking lion. You are a dragon, you deserve a dragon. Do you want one, sweet girl?”
“Yes.” The words could barely escape my mouth, but the answer was certain, I felt sure of that. I wanted that, I wanted him, Daemon Targaryen, the Rogue Prince. “But I only want you.”
And that was enough to get his hands all over me. When I noticed, his hands were on my thighs and forcing me to jump to him. My dress rode up my legs with this movement and when he threw me onto my bed, I was practically exposed. I understand the Rogue part of him now: his fierceness, his bruteness, it was exhilarating, and I didn’t mind burning with his fire. We made love all night and any secrecy we might wanted to have, was thrown out of the roof the moment he delved between my legs and made me see stars with his tongue. When I woke up the morning after, I could still feel his seed that he pumped continuously into me the night before. I was utterly and completely ruined by Daemon Targaryen, and I enjoyed the feeling. I woke him up with kisses and his tight hug pulling me against him was the key to know that he had awaken.
“Good morning, sweet thing. Did you sleep well?” He asked, burying his nose on my neck, and spoiling me with little and stern kisses. “I shall speak with your father today. Our wedding will be in a fortnight if everything goes to plan.”
“In a fortnight? Were you already planning this before you even spoke with me?” I had to laugh because that was really a Daemon thing to do. He always had things his way.
“Maybe.”
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We took a long time getting up and getting ready. I needed another bath before breakfast and Daemon took the blankets in my room to burn and hide the evidence of what happened. As I was exiting the bathtub, Rhaenyra entered my chambers in a rush, slamming the door behind her and leaving us both alone.
“What do you think you’re doing, sister?” Nyra’s words were laced with venom and breathing got a little harder for me. She never talked to me like that, she didn’t even sound like my sister. “Daemon is out of reach. He is mine.”
“Rhaenyra, I-” She stopped me before I could even continue.
“No. He was my first. He saw me first. He had me first. He chose me first. Who the hell do you think you are to try and rob me of all that. You had to pick that skimpy dress, almost shoving your tits on his face so you would notice you. And for what? Did he come here, promised sweet nothings and some good fucking and then leave? Guess what? It wasn’t a first. It happened to me, too.”
“He didn’t promise. He delivered. He spent the night, and he is now speaking with dad so we can marry in a fortnight. He came here, to Driftmark, wanting me. He is over you, Rhaenyra. You should get over him.” And after those words I just said, I could see the fire burning in her eyes.
“You don’t know what you’re getting into. He won’t marry you, not on my watch. I shall repeat so it is very clear to you: he is mine and you will not be in the middle of my future with him.” She said louder, so sure of her words, that she ignited some kind of emotion on me that I can’t really describe.
“And what are you going to do, Rhaenyra? Why don’t you just kill me? Surely, that would give you the happy ending you so desire.”
“Well, maybe that’s what I’m going to do.” She said as she pulled a dagger from her tight beneath her dress and left me in shock.
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“He takes Helaena and their three children and bends the knee to her in return for senya and the twins being kept away from allow this. “
- please please please would you give us an actual fic of this.
Show them living on dragon stone.
Show them arrive at dragon stone, Nyra is confused but welcomes them especially Senya obviously. Show them bend the knee
I need more of this. It would be so good and you would write is brilliantly as always.
- =]
Aegon's initial plan to run off to Essos with Senya had failed, ending him Aemond dragging him back while Criston carried the slumbering five year old Senya in his arms.
He didn't care if this had been his father's will (he doubted it. Was his mother finally cracking????? finally going delusional???? rhaenyra was the heir, not him.) he wanted to part in this succession. He didn't even want to be married to Helaena but after Senya, they were still trying to make it work, trying to be parents together instead of him ignoring her.
He wasn't going to take this lying down, not for one second. Not for Senya's sake. It took him a few weeks but he finally created a situation that required everyone's attention so he could slip away.
"Come with me-" Aegon barged into Helaena's room but she was already waiting with all three of their children and the cut himself off.
Sure, it was a little unsettling how Helaena knew things before he had the chance to utter them but this situation was urgent. He didn't have time to think about anything else but getting the fuck out of there.
"Alright, let's go now." Aegon urged Helaena forwards with a gentle guiding hand. "Take the twins on Dreamfyre, I'll take Senya on Sunfyre. It shouldn't take long to reach dragonstone."
Helaena nodded and picked up the twins as Aegon picked up Senya.
Rhaenyra was confused, last thing she heard, they were crowning Aegon as the new king, what a fucking joke, but here he was in front of her with Helaena and their three children but she held up her hand, stopping Daemon from moving forward.
Daemon looked like he wanted to say something but ultimately stopped as she wanted, standing behind her as he glared Aegon down.
Senya looked to be about their son, Aegon's age now. She was peering up at them as she waved towards them, still in Aegon's arms.
"Heard they were making you king. Is that why you are here. To proudly declare that you've usurped my throne." Rhaenyra stared coolly at her younger brother.
"I would rather have birds tear at my limbs." Aegon retorted and maybe he shouldn't have, maybe he should have been serious about this. But he didn't come here to fake niceties. He knew his sister hated him, he hated how much she was loved by their father but all he wanted was his family to be safe. "I'm not delusional, I know a farce when I see one. Father chose you when I was a babe, he never changed his mind."
"I already tried to flee once but I was brought back so, I ran here instead. I don't care about the throne, I never have. All i want is for my family to be safe, for Senya to not grow up in a place surrounded by war and terror." He grew up in peace, so he wanted the same for his daughter.
"I'll bend the knee, I'll do whatever you ask of me, as long as my family is safe."
Rhaenyra stared at Aegon for a moment even as he followed through, both Helaena and Aegon kneeling, Senya imitated her father, still not sure what's happening and the twins followed after their sister.
"I'll protect you, as your sister, and as your queen. You've knelt and shown loyalty to me, so I'll forgive whatever transgressions have been committed in the past." Rhaenyra beckoned Senya forward, not being able to hold back anymore and Senya rushed over and into her aunts arms.
Life was easy now, he no longer had to look over his shoulder for his brother or his mother and grandfather. Senya spent most of her day either playing with Rhaenyra's youngest children, Aegon and Viserys, or out looking at the flowers.
Aegon was just happy to still see the unfiltered happiness on his daughter's face.
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THE PINK DREAD - CH. 30 (Masterlist)
Chapter Summary: Rhaenyra and the rest of her brood return to King's Landing for the first time in years. Aegon has a heart-to-heart with his least favourate person in the world. Word Count: 4976 CHAPTER WARNINGS: Fluff, angst, mentions of bullying. Very little Valeana in this chapter, sry sry. But Aegon 👀
Series tags: Aemond x Plus size!OfC, Aegon x Plus size!OfC, Celtigar!ofc, Plot with Smut, mdni 18+, Aemond End Game, Angst, Comedy, The Dragons Don't Dance, slow burn, friends to enemies to lovers, enemies to friends to lovers.
Credits: Lace Banner by Aquazero, pearl divider by Pommecita
Notes: PLEASE READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE AT BOTTOM OF CHAPTER. Additionally, I'm not super proud of like 50% of this chapter. This is where my muse started to slip for me, so it's not my best work, and the next few chapters as well. I'm hoping to correct that by proof reading them, but mostly, the next 5 chapters are really me trying to move along the plot.
“Ohhh, I am going to miss these chubby cheeks,” Rhaenyra cooed in a high-pitched voice as she yanked little Valeana Celtigar and pulled her onto her lap. Nearly four years old, the girl was plump as she was adorable, filling Rhaenyra with an almost maternal level of cute aggression. Luke had just been born, another boy, where she yearned for a daughter. Valeana would fill that void until the Mother could grant her wish.
“May I just have a bite? A wee nibble?” Rhaenyra mimicked a bite at the child’s cheeks, earning her a shriek of mirth.
“Princess Nyra, no!!” Valeana giggled and wiggled in her grasp.
The woman mock pouted, “But I won’t see you for weeks. What will I do without my little Valeana? Whose cheeks will I nibble now?”
The little girl stuck her tongue out between her teeth, mischievous green eyes moving over the large man in the corner, his gold cloak making him stand out even more. “Ser Harwin’s.”
Rhaenyra looked up at her sworn sword, who’s smile brightened, “Ser Harwin’s? But they are hidden under all that hair. It would taste awful.”
The knight chuckled, shaking his head.
Valeana covered her face with her small hands, eyes peeking through her fingers, “But you can’t bite my cheeks, Nyra! I need’em!”
“Oh, is that right? What for, my dear?”
The little girl’s face turned pink from hairline to chin, her eyes tightly closed as she buried her face into Rhaenyra’s soft belly. “Prince Aemond.”
“Prince Aemond?” Rhaenyra repeated, eyebrows turned upward.
“He-he gives me kisses on’em, before we go to bed.”
Rhaenyra shared a look with Harwin, before looking down at the squirming girl on her lap, a fond smile pulled at her lips. “He does, does he?”
Valeana nodded shyly, “I like Prince Aemond. He’s pretty, like you!”
“Oh!” Rhaenyra laughed, looking back at Harwin again, a broad entertained grin in place. The man simply chuckled louder, placing his hand over his mouth. “And have you told Aemond this?”
She shook her head, moving her face back into the shield of Rhaenyra’s belly once again, “Noooo… Prince Aegon will make fun of me.”
With a pout, the princess tried to move the girl so she could see her face, “And why on earth would he do that?”
Valeana’s mouth was pulled into a frown, her green eyes wandering around the room while she tried to control the wobble of her lip, “He doesn’t like me. It’s ‘cause I’m not pretty, like you, or Aemond, or Helaena, or him, or Jacaerys or–”
“Hey, hey, hey,” Rhaenyra pulled her up so she was sitting properly in the cradle of her lap, and took her face between both of her hands. “I will have none of that. You are just as pretty, Valeana.”
Though the little girl did not seem convinced. Her large eyes marbled into two glistening peridot gems, “A-Aegon says I’m too f-f-fat to be pretty, ‘n–’n only pretty girls muh-marry princes, and become prin-princess-esses.”
Rhaenyra pulled her into her chest, scoffing at her brother’s cruelty, “My brother is a fool. A blind fool, my darling. Do not listen to a thing he says… You are beautiful, just like your mother, Lysa.”
“R-really?” Valeana hiccuped.
The princess nodded earnestly, “Of course. You are her very image, just ask Ser Harwin.”
Valeana craned her neck to look up at the knight, eyes puffy and watery, cheeks pink and tear stained, “Am-am I pre-pretty, Ser Harwin?”
The large man sauntered over before bending to his knee next to Rhaenyra, so he could level his eyes with the child. “You are so very pretty, Lady Valeana. Just like Lady Lysa, just like Princess Rhaenyra.”
Valeana blushed heavily, scrunching up her nose and putting her small hands to cover her face, trying to lean away, suddenly very bashful. Alas, Rhaenyra had a grip on her, and at her darling little display of embarrassment, the princess laughed.
“It’s those cheeks! They’re just like apples, wouldn’t you say, Ser Harwin?”
“Oh, the juiciest of apples!”
“Care to take a nibble with me?”
“Of course!”
Valeana squealed as she tried to pull away, but it was too late. The princess and the knight planted their lips on both of her cheeks at the same time, squishing her face. When Harwin pulled away with a chortle, Rhaenyra just kept on kissing the girl’s cheeks, pinching and taking mock bites out of them, all the while Valeana giggled, screamed, and tried to scramble out of her grasp.
Not long after, Lord Bartimos Celtigar had sauntered onto the terrace, his face stretching out in a fond smile at the sight of his daughter in the arms of the crown princess.
“Oh, I’d hate to put an end to this lovely display of affection, but alas, Princess Rhaenyra, we are about to leave for the Isle. Ursula is about to give birth any day now.”
The princes sighed disappointingly, “Of course, of course.” With Valeana still in her arms, she stood up and walked over to the Master of Coin, but before she handed her over, she turned to the little one in her arms and said firmly. “Now, remember what I told you.”
Valeana nodded, rubbing her chubby fist along her reddened cheeks.
“And if anyone says otherwise, I will send them to Syrax, then they’ll be nothing but toast.”
The girl giggled mischievously, “Prince Egg-on-Toast.”
It had only been a day, and yet that was too long. The night he had spent with Valeana was seared into his memory, like a dream he could not stop thinking about. That night, after he released his spend all over her hand, they had cleaned up and laid back in the pillows. She curled up at his side, head laying on his chest as they both looked up at the stars in blissful silence. He didn’t want the night to end, but it eventually did when the sky started to pink along the horizon, and Valeana jolted awake at the realization of how long they had been there.
In silence he escorted her back to her room, thanking the gods that Floris had not woken up with the looming dawn. At the entrance, he thanked her for an amazing night, and she responded by placing a kiss on his cheek, thanking him in return.
Aegon spent the better part of that day in bed, fingers tracing the spot where she had kissed him, eyes closed as he reimagined her tits, her face, her hand around his cock. A smirk crawled upon his face then, when he recalled the moment he returned to his bedchambers, peeled off his clothes and noticed the dark stain on his breeches. Blood.
That was why she did not want to go further. Aegon could have had her that night, had it not been for the Mother’s curse. The fact alone made him hard again, giving him no choice but to summon Hildy so early that morning. Her services aren’t quite done after all… at least for the next 3-5 days.
Aegon was aware that Valeana would be with his nephew that afternoon, the thought of which drove him to near madness. He needed to see her again, to do it again, but he swallowed down his impatience, and instead went into the pavilions to distract himself. There he reunited with the Redwyne brothers and as a result, found himself in Catelyn’s company.
He leaned into her ear, and whispered, “Your idea worked like a charm.”
This elated her, turning to him with a bright smile that was infectious, “It did?! Tell me everything.”
Aegon rocked on the balls of his feet innocently, hands clasped behind his back as he started to walk through the pavilions, forcing her to trail next to him. He hummed, a smile curling his lips, “I do not kiss and tell.”
She gasped, “You ki—” Cat cut herself off and cleared her throat, looking around the area to make sure no one was listening to their conversation. People were already watching them curiously, what with Aegon being a Prince, and Catelyn being not his usual company. “You kissed?” She repeated in a whisper.
Well, no, Aegon realized. They hadn’t… He kissed other parts of her, and her own chaste one on his cheek still made the area warm and tingly. But the realization bothered him more than he thought it would. It was a fact he wished to rectify.
In the end, he did not tell Catelyn exactly what happened, other than they had a lovely midnight snack and chat, where he made his heartfelt confessions, and she gifted him with a chance.
One drink became several, as usually was the case, and his jovial time in the pavilions became a pleasant blur. By the time he got back to the Red Keep, it was already too late in the evening to call for Valeana. Besides, he was far too drunk to make any sort of good impression on her father. Aegon was aware that Bartimos already had a sour impression of him, and if he was going to marry Valeana, then he would have to – somehow – get on ol’ Barty’s good side.
Aegon barely had his tunic off when his mother entered into his chambers, completely unannounced. She had a tendency to do that, particularly when she was contrite with him over something he wasn’t even aware that he had done.
“Mother,” he threw his head back, too tired and too inebriated to coherently greet her properly. His hands rubbed his eyes before he regarded her through his exhaustion, “One of these days, your intrusions will be awarded by the unseemly sight of your son rutting into—”
“Enough!” Her face reddened, from anger or embarrassment over the mental image he had just painted, or likely both. “I had come to you this morning, but your guard told me you were occupied.”
Aegon smiled slyly, “Very.”
The queen scoffed at her son, turning sharply away as she rubbed her fingers to her temples. She paced around the room like that, only aggravating Aegon, who longed to be nude and in his bed.
“Would you please just berate me already? It’s why you’re here, isn’t it?”
His mother finally stopped her pacing, moving her hands from her head to her hips, “What are your intentions with Lady Valeana?”
The bluntness and the seriousness of her tone was enough to sober him. Aegon wobbled back, as if a blow was made at him. To steady himself, he placed his forearm on the post of his bed, and leaned against it.
“Did we not already have this conversation?” He peered at her in confusion. “You told me to stop pursuing her, threatened to chain me to my rooms, and I completely ignored you?”
“Aegon,” her tone was a force in its steadiness. Alicent strode over to him, and despite being shorter, it still felt like he was under her. Like he was still a child. “Tell me the truth, for once in your bloody life. What. Are. Your. Intentions?”
Aegon’s mouth fell into a pout, his red rimmed eyes stared back at her like a reprimanded puppy. Alicent never swore, he would remember if she did. His mother had a knack for making polite words sound as lethal as a Valyrian steel blade.
“To cour–” She did not allow him to finish. Alicent’s hand grabbed his face firmly under his jaw.
“I said I want the truth of it! That girl is under the impression you are fond of her, but I know my son! She is the daughter of a noble house, not some common maid that you can use to exercise your depravities with!”
Aegon wretched his face away from her hand, his brows pulled downward in a twisted look of annoyance and outrage. The logical part in his brain does not blame his mother for reaching to the conclusion that he had ill intent, but what hurt the most was that she could not simply imagine Aegon actually being soft on a girl. That the very idea was improbable on every plain of existence, because Aegon simply could not feel with anything other than his dick.
“I am fond of her!” He shouted, backing away from his mother. His frustration mixing with the alcohol in his veins created a boiling point; he was so fucking tired of his mother thinking so little of him. “And my intentions with Valeana Celtigar are pure. Why is that so fucking hard to believe?”
Alicent momentarily looked taken back by the intense sincerity of his voice, which cracked with emotion and exhaustion. The Queen shook her head, “You cannot attach yourself to that girl, Aegon. You know you are intended to marry your sister–”
Aegon scoffed loudly, throwing his head back, “Mother! Stop this! Father does not wish for me to marry Helaena, and we do not wish for it either! For once in your life can you just be happy for me?”
The question had rendered Alicent speechless, if only for a prolonged moment. His mother’s eyes, wide, dark, glistened with unshed tears (of guilt or aggravation, he could not tell) as they darted between his desperate violet ones.
“I cannot help but conclude,” she began to speak, her voice lower than before, almost delicate and methodical as if she was trying to soften a blow. “That you only fancy the girl because she belonged to your brother, and you know he wants her back. How can I be happy for one son, when it is at the expense of another?”
Aegon’s anger was quickly boiling over, evident by the reddening of his face and the trembling of his fingers. He longed to grab something and throw it at her, but instead he settled for taking a forceful step in his mother’s direction, and angrily pointed in the direction of Aemond’s quarters, “AEMOND DOES NOT DESERVE HER! He does not deserve the happiness that she brings. He pushed her, mother, broke her fucking leg clean off, and then treats her like the scum of the earth, and yet you stand here and tell me that his happiness is more deserving than mine?!”
“Aegon, that is not–”
“I will not hear it, mother! I will hear no more of it! I will not marry Helaena, and I will not be your fucking king! You and grandsire’s selfish ambition will ruin my life no longer. I will marry who I chose, and as soon as Valeana Celtigar is my wife, we will fly to the Free Cities, away from this bleeding place. Away from father, from Rhaenyra, from Aemond, from grandsire. Away from you!”
With people from all four corners of Westeros collecting around King’s Landing, there was always a very audible chorus of gasps, claps, and some screams whenever dragons flew over the city. Even if it became somewhat of a common occurrence, with nearly all dragonlords in attendance for the Royal Conclave, and the looming presence of the Cannibal that had to be deterred every two to three days, the sight never got old for spectators. However, there was a particularly louder reaction the morning that Princess Rhaenyra arrived.
Gone for many years, the heir to the Throne’s return was heavily anticipated. None knew if she was going to come at all after the tragedy of her daughter’s untimely death. But the Conclave was not the only thing that drove Rhaenyra back home; her duty to her sons was paramount, their marriages needed to be secured to good houses, and not only that… Vaemond Velaryon was going to petition to be the Heir of Driftmark, robbing Lucerys’ inheritance. The very inheritance that his grandfather wanted for him. But alas, the Sea Snake was not conscious, and he continued to toe the line between life and death.
The golden Syrax glided over the ramparts and roofs of King’s Landing, followed by the smaller Moondancer, and lastly the large Meleys, the Red Queen. While they descended onto Rhaenys’ Hill and into the Dragonpit, ships bearing the black banners of Rhaenyra Targaryen, and the turquoise colours of House Velaryon docked into the bay.
The princess’ return was met with a grand reception on her way to the Keep. In the wheelhouse, the Princess sat with Rhaenys, Baela, Rhaena, Joffrey, Aegon the Younger, and her little Viserys on her lap. Joffrey, at three and ten, had spent most of his formable years at Dragonstone, so his return to King’s Landing felt more like the first time. He peered through the carved peepholes that windowed the corners of the wheelhouse, marvelling at the people who showered them with flower petals, and waved black and red flags. There were some that were not so joyous, however. For every ten, there was one brave, mad man or woman who shouted ‘dragon whore’ through cupped hands, which Joffrey chose to ignore with a stiff swallow.
Rhaenys was watching her cousin’s daughter closely throughout the ride. For years, she had strongly suspected that Rhaenyra and Daemon had a hand in Leanor’s murder. However, prior to their departure to the capitol, in Nyra’s desire for Rhaenys’ presence in King’s Landing, the younger princess had gifted her not only the truth, but an offer of betrothal between Rhaena and Lucerys. There was some doubt in Rhaenys’ mind that perhaps Nyra was simply placating her heart into believing her son was alive and happy somewhere across the narrow sea, because she needed the woman to advocate for her. Vaemond’s shadow loomed in the harbour, preparing himself for the petition for the inheritance of Driftmark, which would take place sometime past midday. Hardly enough time for a proper reunion amongst family and friends.
Despite her doubts, however small or large, Rhaenys felt compelled to put her trust in her cousin’s hands. Her granddaughters were her blood, and she would much rather see one of them as Lady of Driftmark than her husband’s nephew. Though that alone isn’t all that steered her, but also the knowledge that Rhaenyra and Rhaenys walked the same path. They just ended up in different destinations. Rhaenys saw herself in the younger princess, had she been the Queen That Ever Was.
When they arrived at the Keep, it was not in the Throne Room, but rather in the intimate Small Hall, which was vacant of even courtiers for the reunion. As soon as the crow princess entered, she immediately saw the new masonry, the new frescos, the new tapestries, where they once depicted dragons and scenes of Old Valyria and the Conqueror’s victories, now showed images of the Seven. She shared a look with Daemon as he approached her along with her two eldest.
The princess swallowed her displeasure over the change of her home, but instead smiled when she reached her sons, placing a hand on each of their cheeks.
“Have you two been behaving?”
Luke grinned mischievously, “Better than most.”
Rhaenyra pinched his cheek for his sass, and then looked over at Jace, maternal seriousness now taking over.
“And have you done what I’ve asked?”
Jace nodded, sucking in his bottom lip, “I have, mother. Though I wish to converse with you. There has been a…” He casted a look over at his brother, and then his step father. “Development.”
Rhaenyra opened her mouth to inquire further, but it was at this time that King Viserys, Alicent, and her half siblings entered the room. Immediately, her spine went ram-rod straight, but her face was soft when she came into her father’s awaiting arms.
While her conversation with her father was not forgotten, it was the moments of tenderness she spent with Alicent during her short visit to Dragonstone that also plagued Rhaenyra’s mind. Her mind was so heavy, and yet she still had the burden of mourning on her shoulders, as was evidenced by her black gown and the veil she had pinned to her braids.
The dual kisses she shared with Alicent upon their cheeks was brief, polite, but full of unspoken emotion. Alicent looked at her with sympathy, seeing a mother still grieving, and a friend she had lost. Rhaenyra’s own eyes held longing for their youth, their past, and empathetic sadness for a betrayal that Alicent was not aware happened.
Her four half siblings were met with almost forced pleasantness. With Helaena, it was genuine, even going as far as thanking her for her attendance at Visenya’s funeral. With Aegon and Aemond, it was stiff. Despite Aegon being her first sibling, and therefore he had been in her life the longest, there was little to no sisterly devotion. He would always be a symbol of Alicent’s treachery to their friendship. But, still, she at least attempted.
“My,” Rhaenyra placed her hands in front of her, “The last I saw of you two, you were boys, barely on the cusp of manhood. Now here you are, taller than your eldest sister.”
Aegon smiled sardonically, his eyes glancing down at her wrist, “Glad to see your arm healed nicely, sister.”
She raised an eyebrow at him, twisting her lip before she looked up at Aemond, her tongue tied now that the elephant in the room was acknowledged. The last time she saw them was the day Aemond lost his eye, at the hands of her son.
“Aemond,” her shoulders straightened as she looked up at him. His eye not afraid to hold her gaze, and she didn’t expect otherwise. He was the one made of stronger meddle, never allowing his emotions to breach his armour. Even when the accident happened, he stood strong for his mother, who had cracked so brilliantly under her grief. “It pleases me that you are doing well. I have heard you’ve been taking great care of Vhagar; she has chosen her rider well, it seems.”
She knew her words would wound her more fragile step-daughter, but it was the truth, and Rhaenyra sought to seek out peace with the brother she wronged the most. She loved Rhaena dearly, but she lacked the disposition for a beast like Vhagar. She might be the splitting image of her mother, Leana, but she did not have the same ferocity that it took to be a rider of Visenya Targaryen’s war-seasoned she-dragon.
There was a ghost of a crooked smile on Aemond’s lip, though it was barely there to be noticeable by anyone else. He gave a nod of his head, and simply replied with: “Thank you, sister.”
Then there was the final brother, the one who she hadn’t met, who was, by all accounts, an actual stranger. And yet it was Daeron who greeted her with a smile wide and inviting, an infectious one that Rhaenyra reciprocated.
“And who is this handsome young man before me?” She tilted her chin up at him, tall and gangly as he was. Daeron was toned and handsome, but still had yet to shed the softness of boyhood.
“Sister!” Daeron all but launched himself into her arms, taking her off guard. Her hands hovered over his back, her eyes wide in her surprise. Aside from Helaena, Daeron was the second sibling she had ever hugged, and that thought brought up a sadness she had not realized she harboured. Her arms gently folded over his back, palm slowly moving up and down. “It is such a great pleasure to finally meet you at last, Rhaenyra.”
When she pulled away, she could now see the resemblance she shared with him; their smile was similar, their eyes the same shade of violet. “It is a joy to see you too, Daeron. The last time I saw you, you were new to the world.”
Daeron bowed his head, and moved his hands to hold hers, “I wanted to give you my deepest condolences on your loss, sister. I cannot imagine your pain, but I have been praying to the Seven for you, hoping you may find peace.”
Rhaenyra gave him a sad smile, moving her hand to his cheek, “Thank you, my brother. I appreciate your warmth and kindness.”
While her sons greeted their step sisters warmly, the reception the girls and Joffrey gave their uncles and Queen was stiff, not unlike her own. Daeron, however, was pleasant, either oblivious to the tension or decided to rise above it. Either way, it was enough to ease the strain, at least with everyone other than Aegon and Aemond. Her two eldest brothers lingered on the fringes of the crowd, eyeing their estranged family warrily, only speaking when spoken to through tight smiles that didn’t meet their eyes, or curt nods. Rhaenyra was also painfully aware that they did not even look at each other, and whenever Alicent seemed to make a move towards Aegon, he would shoulder his way through the bodies to find someone or something to distract himself with.
Rhaenyra trailed over to her husband, standing at his shoulder, “Do you mind enlightening me about what is going on here?” Her question was directed to the obvious thick atmosphere.
Daemon opened his mouth, but at that moment the doors opened and a Kingsguard announced the arrival of Lord Bartimos Celtigar, and his family. Instead he smiled broadly and turned to his wife, “I believe that should answer your question.”
And just like that, Rhaenyra noticed the sudden shift in the room. She watched her brothers’ visible change in demeanor as the doors opened, and the Celtigars marched through in a line, eldest to youngest. Aemond’s back went ramrod straight, but his face seemed to soften, his lips the only thing moving with a slight twitch at the ends of his mouth. He was trying to contain himself, unlike Aegon who had moved away from the crowd so he could be on the front lines, grin uncontained, unashamed.
Then Rhaenyra saw why, walking behind the tall, willowy Floris Grafton. The little figure of Valeana Celtigar appeared, wearing her family’s colours of red and white. Cheeks still soft and pink, hair impossibly long and white, but she was now older and womanly, and very distinctively Valyrian.
Targaryen.
The princess shared a look with Daemon, who was nothing but amused, “You’ve come just in time to witness a war of hearts between kin.”
Her only response was a tilt of her head, because before she could question more, Bartimos was in front of her, bowing his head. Another round of greetings were met, some a second time since Dragonstone, some for the very first time. Rhaenyra took special attention at the familiarity she saw between Daeron and Shyla, but when Aegon crowded Valeana the moment she separated from her family, Rhaenyra’s eyes were glued onto them. He whispered something in her ear, she smiled bashfully, but then her eyes flickered over to Aemond, who was watching her with his hands clasped behind his back, an unreadable emotion simmering behind his single eye.
Rhaenyra migrated over to Jacaerys, mind still lingering on the interaction between her two eldest brothers and Valeana, who now was meeting Rhaena and Beala for the first time in many years.
“Is this the development you speak of?” She raised an eyebrow at him.
Jace smirked, shaking his head, “Part of it, but no. Lady Valeana and I spoke at length yesterday… Once we get a moment, I wish to speak to you and Daemon about it. But suffice to say, mother, I do not believe she and I are compatible.”
“Hm,” Rhaenyra pursed her lips before giving a small nod. “At least I know it has nothing to do with her appearance.”
Jace scoffed in good humour, “No, not in the least.”
The princess stopped herself from rolling her eyes. Instead she moved through the crowd of Valyrians to finally meet Valeana for the first time in a decade. When Baela spotted her step-mother’s presence, she stopped talking mid sentence, which made Valeana turn around after sensing her silent interruption.
“Princess Rhaenyra,” she curtseyed with a polite smile, though the edges twitched at her attempt to contain a grin. It was clear that little Val still remembered the memories she shared with her, and for that, Rhaenyra was grateful, now more than ever.
“Lady Valeana,” her hands reached out to hold onto the young woman’s, her smile full of fondness, though her eyes were pensive as she searched Valeana’s face, trying to find traces of herself, of her father. It was impossible to tell, Valeana looked like Lysa Lannister with silver hair and soft curves. Still, there could be a chance… A possibility that the girl in front of her was her sister. Rhaenyra swallowed at the thought.
“You have blossomed into such a beautiful young woman.” her hands moved to the sides of her face, her thumbs gently rubbing her cheeks, “And perhaps a princess, by the end of this season.”
Valeana blushed deeply, her eyes flickering over Rhaenyra’s shoulder, to someone behind her, and then looked down shyly, “You flatter me, my Princess. Though I am not so sure if the title suits me as much as it does you, or Helaena.”
Rhaenyra briefly recalled the conversion she had when the girl was barely older than babe, wiggling around in her arms, trying to get away from the princess’s affection. She turned around, spotting the faces of her brothers, both of whom quickly looked away from her when she made eye contact. Then she moved her eyes to her father, who caught it immediately, conveying many words with just the simple gesture.
Sighing, she turned back to Valeana, her hands now moving to the flow of her wavy white-gold hair, “It fits you more than you realize.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE SNEAK PEAK Narrowing her eyes, she decided to press further, a little more boldly, “Are there any more whispers about me?” At their collective confusion, she added, “Only because you two seem quieter than usual, and I’m starting to wonder if you’ve learned something unsavoury that I should be concerned about.” Ellyn’s cheeks went pink, her eyes darting from Wylla, to the grass she was picking and peeling. They both shook their heads and cleared their throats.
Notes: *IMPORTANT NOTE FOR NEXT WEEK* So, because next week is Christmas, there won't be an update next Saturday, because I'm going to be quite busy with family obligations, and I'm not gonna even have time/energy to proof read. So this is the last chapter of the year, and the next one will be out January 4th! But, I'll still be around, and hopefully by the next two weeks, I'll have pumped out a couple of chapters to get a head of my schedule so I can work on that sad Aegon One-Shot. In the mean time, I hope everyone has a happy, safe holiday and new year!!
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