#the girl with 2 dragons

[abbatoirablaze]

The Girl With Two Dragons, Chapter 6

Word Count:  1.7k

Warnings:  smut, unprotected sex, slight jealousy and manipulation.

“You know, the more I think on it, perhaps your daughter should be taking my son as a lady wife instead of it being the other way around,” Viserys chuckled  at his brother, “blossoming has done her well…possibly too well when it comes to Aemond.  He seems to have gone from an adventurous warrior back to a dog chasing after its owner for scraps when it comes to her.”

Daemon’s jaw clicked at the joke, “Daemhyra has no real interest in Aemond.  He has no real goal of status to her.  Playful cousins, that’s all they’ve ever been.  And as for his skills, they matter not.  She’s been trained since she learned to walk.  She could easily best him.  He was being lewd in his trickery, treating her like she’s a handmaiden to be toyed with.”

“I would not call that playful cousins, brother,” he chuckled, referring to the display that they’d both witnessed, “it looked very much to me like they were courting one another with swords.”

Daemon spat on the ground, “she did it for a bigger prize.  If anything, it was to play with Aegon’s ego.  He was, after all, the one that had issued the challenge in the first place.  She was simply proving her worth to him.”

“Aegon?” the king asked in an amused tone, “and how do you figure that?  Hmm?”

“Aegon is a jealous prince,” Daemon chuckled, “he may be the first born son, but he’s spent far too much time chasing the skirts of the women in this kingdom for any scrap of attention that he can get.  And Daemhyra would be a real prize to him, more than Helaena.  She’s a warrior through and through.  One that would only strengthen the family should she carry a child to him.”

“Daemon…”

“Think on it, brother,” Daemon added in, “she knows that Aegon looks for attention.  Everyone knows how Aemond and her would follow one another around as children.  She’s being calculating and smart, brother.  How else to attract the attention of the prince and then rip it away by ‘playing’ with his brother.  My daughter adds more value than you are counting on.  Stop treating her as a child and as a favorite niece, and look at the intellect she provides.  The strength she adds with simple motions.”

Viserys chuckled once more, clapping his brother on the shoulder, “now that sounds more like the daughter of Daemon.”

“But you know what I’ve come to King’s Landing for, brother…”

“I do,” he agreed, “you wish to leave her in our stead.”

“Indeed,” Daemon nodded, “Rheanyra and I are with child, and I feel it is necessary to pay my due diligence to the kingdom, by offering up my daughter for the crown.  It makes sense, does it not?  To provide an heir to your heirs so that we may strengthen our family through and through.”

Viserys nodded, taking into account what his brother had said as they both started towards the council’s room.    Inside, nearly everyone was already waiting in their seats.  Alicent was standing obediently behind her husband’s seat. 

“Are you suggesting that I marry your daughter off to my son?”

Alicent’s eyes lit up when she heard the question, “Daemhyra?  To marry Aemond?”

“I’m suggesting that Daemhyra marry Aegon!” Daemon replied quickly, “a second wife might do your son good and keep him out of the red district entirely.  She has no filter to keep her words to herself, and would surely prohibit him from leaving for those nefarious reasons.  Not to mention that it would bring favor with anyone in the kingdom who follows the old gods.  We-“

“Absolutely not,” the hand of the king, Hightower growled, “the way of the kingdom is through the one god.  There is no place for multiple wives here!”

“Hightower…how quaint to see you!  But I ask for the King’s preferences, not the hands,” Daemon scoffed before turning his attention to his brother once more, “look, I appreciate that the hand is looking out for what he believes is the kingdom’s best interest, but think on it, brother.  Daemhyra is a good piece to have in your pocket.  She can tame any man on this planet and put a sword to any that oppose what her husband’s wishes would be.  She knows trades that not even many men know, and she is resourceful in many ways.  She will make the family stronger!”

The king quieted himself, thinking on the proposal.

“My king, I implore you to consider the request,” Daemon smiled from his spot at the table, “it would only serve in the best interest of the kingdom, would it not?”

“Two dragons,” Aegon smirked as he watched her looking longingly out the window, sipping her wine.  He nudged his younger brother, “imagine what one could do with dragons like Wyntrsun and Shaedowir.  They are both under her command.”

“Careful, brother…” Aemond warned to his sibling,  “She is a gentle woman, as mother said.  Sh-“

“I could show her gentle,” Aegon smirked, “I could show her just how gentle I could be while I impale her on my cock and fill her with my seed.”

Aemond felt his rage in an instant.  Off in the distance, Vhagar bellowed, feeling the anger in her master’s bones.  Aegon turned to his brother fully when he heard the dragon, “oh, come now, brother.  You cannot hog her now that she’s of age…your childish love has surely been outgrown.”

“I-“

But before he could contest it Aegon chuckled and shook his head, “take my advice, brother…do not waste your time.  I heard father talking to Uncle Daemon.  She is to become the lady wife of someone, and the union will strengthen our families’ ties…I jest with you, but she is not meant to be yours.”

“Cousins?”

Both of the brothers stopped their conversation and looked to Daemhrya as she turned towards them, swirling what was left of the wine in her cup before looking at them, “No one has shown me to my quarters tonight…”

“I’ve got…plans,” Aegon winked, “But I will let Aemond be ever dutiful and show you to your room for the evening.”

And with a simple bow he was out of the room.  Daemhyra looked to her cousin, and stepped towards him, “Aemond…do you mind me being a bother to you?”

“Y-you could never be a bother to me, Daemhyra…”

She closed the distance between the two of them, until there wasn’t a gap between their bodies, “my sweet prince…you are far too kind to me…”

“Only to you, my sweetest of princesses!” he whispered in reply.

He was too afraid to move, too afraid of the rejection, but he felt his chest tighten as she placed her cup on a table and her hands slid up to cradle his face.  She gently guided his face to hers, and their lips met in a soft embrace.  Aemond felt a peace within himself, as his arms slipped around her waist, “Daemhrya…”

“Please don’t reject me, Aemond,” she begged through soft kisses, “my heart could not bear it if you did not love me as I love you, my sweet prince…”

He broke from their kiss, surprised to think that she had the self-doubt that he wouldn’t love her, “Daemhrya…yo-you are a fearless princess.  A dragon rider with two dragons.  You could have any man that you chose as your own…and yet you want a beast like me…you choose to love a broken thing like me.”

“You are the only thing that keeps me whole,” she whispered against his lips.  Her forehead pressed against his and her hands were shaky as she touched his face, “when we were children…I almost lost you, Aemond…i-I will not make the mistake of leaving you again…”

“What are you saying?”

“I know why father has brought me here…” she whimpered, “Bae and Rhea are set to marry Luke and Jace…I will be given to the king and queen so that they may use me as a political bond to another family…”

Aemond found his chest tightening once more, “I-I won’t allow it…”

“If I have this one night of freedom, I wish it to be spent with you,” she whispered lovingly.  Aemond was so taken back by the statement that he almost didn’t notice when she pushed him backwards onto his bed.  He swallowed down his nervousness as she undid the corset of her dress and stepped out of the fabric.  Aemond felt his cheeks go rosy as she stood naked before him.  His heart roared in his chest, and he could hear Vhagar mimicking another roar in the caves not too far off.  She knelt between his legs and looked at him through thick lashes.  He didn’t move as she pulled his trousers off him.  His eye never left hers, “I want you to have all of me, Aemond…so that you may always know where my heart lay, even if I am not promised to your bed.”

“Daemhyra…”

“Take me, Aemond,” she begged softly.  She crawled over his body until her core brushed against his hardened cock, “I’m yours to have, if you want me.”

“I want you, Daemhyra!” he answered honestly, his hands reaching up to grip her hips.  He groaned as she rolled her hips, letting the slick from her core glaze his cock, “I want you more than anything, princess.”

“Then take me,” she whispered softly as she leaned down to kiss him.  He groaned as his cock bumped against her thigh, the soft and supple skin making a shiver run down his spine.  She leaned up, pressing a series of kisses along his throat.  His breathing got heavier as she gently tugged on his hair, “I’m yours, Aemond.  Take me.”

With an animalistic growl, the prince rolled himself and Daemhyra.  She gasped as her back hit the bed, and she braced herself against Aemond’s chest.  The prince tore off his shirt, and her hands instantly went up to touch him.  She moaned when Aemond positioned himself in front of her entrance, her nails digging into his abs,  “Aemond…”

“I-it’s my first time,” he admitted slowly.  Their eyes met once more and she pulled him down to herself by his face, their lips colliding.  His arms nearly gave out with the intensity of the kiss.  He whimpered into her mouth, “Daemhyra-“

“It is mine as well!” she called softly, “I want to belong only to you, my prince.”

“I love you Daemhyra!” he called as he began pressing himself into her, inch by inch, “I love you, Princess.”

“My prince!” she moaned, lacing together their fingers as he sank into her, “I’m yours.  Forever yours!”

Chapter 7

[ophelieverse]

when my girl talks,you listen to her!

[tragicblondie]

thinking about the ending of dragon age 2 as a mage hawke who sided with the mages at the end of the fifth blight, the warden defeats the archdemon and saves ferelden. they are paraded through denerim to the sounds of cheering crowds. if they don't survive, their memory lives on in a tale of great heroism and sacrifice for years to come. the inquisitor celebrates at skyhold with the rest of their companions after they beat corypheus, the threat finally ended, the inquisition a success.

but not hawke. you can fight with everything you have to support the mages, but there is no grand fanfare when it is over. the villain succumbs to corruption and dies unceremoniously - you don’t even get the satisfaction of striking the killing blow. you can’t get a round at the hanged man to celebrate. it’s time to go. you and your friends can never sit around your table at the hanged man again. you can’t be seen here when the templars come to clean up the mess. nothing will be the same. you have given seven years of your life trying to hold kirkwall together, accepted your accolades and played the part of champion, and you watch it fall apart anyway. and how much of that is your fault? this city has been stained in your blood since before you could remember, since before the blood was your own.

you lost your sister when you lost your first home. even so, you tried to live by the advice you gave fenris - when you stop running, you build a life. the estate that you clawed your family back into stands looming and empty. it is the last place you saw your mother alive, and you still can't bear to touch her things, and you will never even see her room again. bodahn and sandal are making preparations to leave for orlais, orana will find other work with the skills she's learned, and the house will remain, a hollow testament to your family's legacy. gamlen will hear only the stories. your brother fought by your side when it mattered, despite everything. even so, he will stay behind, and you might never see him again.

no, there is no time for a celebration. instead you get a cautious acknowledgement from the templars, a tense goodbye, and then you can never go home again. for the second time. you thought you could build a life, and you tried. you held on as long as you could, you made friends, you fell in love, you clung to the last vestiges of your family, but most of them will be forced to leave your side anyway. you won, but even that wasn't enough.

[beebundt]

this is the first time back at my computer since my back injury 3 months ago and i had a hankering for some isabela 💙🗡

[edenxroseyposey]

All That Remains

[rhaenyrathecruell]

Vhagar getting her old ass outta bed cause one eyed visenya want to go for a ego trip:

[tategaminu]

[pumpkincalico]

His love language is emotional manipulation

[hergnomieness]

Quick little thing

[lonelyoleander]

fenris bullying merrill is so funny to me cuz bro THIS is who you're beefing with?????? GET REAL

[abbatoirablaze]

The Girl With Two Dragons, Chapter 12

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings:  rape, noncon relationship, mentions of violence, daggers, mentions of character death.

“You’ll never see him again,” he moaned, his hips thrusting hard against her core.  Daemhyra sobbed, her arms pulling the ropes until they were rubbing her already raw wrists and ankles.  He groaned once more as he felt her getting wetter, “is the idea of me keeping that monster away from you getting you wet, princess? Is the thought of me emptying my royal seed into you turning you on, you whore?”

“Stop, Aegon.  Stop!” she begged; her attempts to fight him off for nothing while he continued to mock her, "p-please...I-"

"Shut up, whore!" he spat, his hand lashing out and catching her lip, "when I want you to open your mouth I should put my cock in it!"

“Now that my brother is leaving for Lord Borros’ territory….you and I have some unfinished business that we really must attend to. It's been far too long, and I've waited much longer than necessary,” he began, opening the door to his chambers.  Nearly half a dozen of the king’s guard filed into the room, making Daemhyra feel on edge, “Daemhyra…if you follow my orders, this will be very easy…get on the bed.”

“W-what is going on?”

“Your king commands you to get on the bed, whore!” one of the guards barked, causing her to jump.

Daemhyra looked at the guard, shocked to hear him speaking to her in such a manner.

“Get on the bed, Daemhyra.  Lay on your back.”

“You cannot force me, Aegon!” she growled. 

Aegon chuckled and snapped his fingers, causing the guards to fall into a cadence as they made their way towards her. 

“Let me go,” she begged as he emptied himself into her for the umpteenth time that night.  Her tears were slipping down her cheeks as she fought the ties which kept her in place,  “AEGON!  STOP!”

Her throat felt like it'd been rubbed raw with how much she'd begged him to stop already, but she continued on, her voice hoarse.

“I will go as long as I wish...and with you, my sweet, fertile whore...I feel as though I could go for days. Your pussy is so tight...did my brother really have that small a prick that he couldn't loosen your cunt? No worries cousin...I'll take my time and loosen you up with my royal cock,” he growled firmly as his hips stuttered to a finish, “oh, Daemhyra!”

His fingers trailed over her lip which had split, then up to her brow. He frowned.

He was gentle in the way his fingers danced over the bruise that had started to form over her brow, “they shouldn’t have struck you…that guard will pay for what he did to you. I can tell you that now, Daemhyra. I'll put his head on a pike for that.”

“Because only you can bruise me up, right, Aegon?” she taunted  tiredly. 

“You are my property, Daemhyra…”

“I am no such thing," she disagreed quickly, "I belong to Aemond. I am your brother’s wife.”

“And we’ve gone over how you are lucky in the fact that I will not simply force you to drink the tea, or cut his spawn from your stomach!” he growled in response, “be happy in the fact that I show you that kindness, Daemhyra.  You’ll have your reminder of your time with Aemond, and I will have you every night, as my second queen.  It all works out for the best.”

Daemhyra spat at him, “I will never be yours.”

“It has been two days since I wrote my treaty to Lord Borros,” he reminded her softly, “two evenings I have enjoyed the carnal nature of emptying myself into you.  Two nights since I made the priest complete the rites of the new gods and married us.  You may say that you are never going to be mine, but I’ve already had your body, Daemhyra.  I’ve already claimed your spirituality when I wed you.”

“You will never have my heart!”

Aegon chuckled, “I don’t need your heart to put a child into you once this one is born!  All I need is your pussy!”

“You are nothing but a spineless quim,” she retorted, spitting at him once more, “you’re no king.  You’re not even a man.  You’re just a spineless, scared little boy who stole his brother's wife, because he'll never be loved in the way that he was.”

He was quick to slap her.  Her head snapped against the pillows, “do not forget your place, Daemhyra.  You are not my first wife.  You will be my second.  Which means you should be grateful for every time I choose you to lay in my bed with me.”

“I am not a bed warmer, Aegon!”

“Oh, but you are. And you are also my wife now!” he growled, grabbing her jaw once more, “you are my bed warmer.  My whore.  My wife.  YOU ARE WHATEVER I SAY YOU ARE TO BE!  IF I WANT YOU BEGGING ON YOUR KNEES TO BE SUCKLING ON MY COCK YOU WILL DO SO!  DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!”

“Let.  Me.  Go!”

The rage that had filled him once more faded as he let go of her and rolled away from the bed, “I’m going to bathe myself…after that, I expect you to be on your knees.”

“The only way I will be on my knees is if you have cut off my head and I can no longer stand.”

“That would be far to easy, my unofficial, secret queen!” he taunted, walking towards the copper tub in nothing but his birthday suit.  He grabbed a simple tunic and threw it on before starting towards the door.  Opening it, he started addressing the guard, “find one of the chamber maids.  Alert them that my wife and myself would like a hot bath drawn.”

“I’m not going to bathe with you, Aegon!”

“You will do what I say,” he reminded her, “now…do you wish to lay naked, tied to the bed when the chamber maid comes in, or are you going to be civil?  Because if you can promise that you will be civil I will allow you to throw on one of my tunics for modesty’s purposes.”

She looked away from him, unwilling to answer.

“Well?”

“I do not wish to be exposed.”

“Good,” he nodded.  He reached towards the bedside stand and reached for a dagger.  Tucking it underneath the rope, Daemhyra didn’t move as he cut away the bondage and turned towards the closet once more to grab her a tunic, “all it takes is for you to-“

“Not another word!” Daemhyra uttered.

In the simple time that it had taken him to put the dagger back down and turn to grab a tunic, Daemhyra had grabbed it and was now pointing it towards Aegon.

“You would really kill your king?”

“You are not my king, Aegon!” she said firmly, “and I am no queen.  I am a warrior who was forced to marry a sniveling baby!”

“Be careful with your words,” he answered, “wife or not, if you cross some lines it could be considered treason!”

“Oh no, cousin,” Daemhyra replied, with a shake of her head, “you had your chance to kill me and you refused to take it…I know where your priorities lie...they lay with you and wetting your pathetic cock”

“What about Aemond?” he asked, knowing that it was a sore subject for her, “are you really going to leave him behind to run off to Dragonstone? I assume you're heading to Dragonstone to be protected by your father? He's the only one that is stupid enough to take you in once word is received around the realm that you are a traitor.”

"Go to hell..."

"You know, I should think that right about now, Aemond must have gone along with my letter and is promised to one of the lord's daughters," he taunted, "I think as though he might be relieved when he finds out just how much of a whore his wife was when she married me and took my cock for nearly a week before running away!"

“He made his choices, Aegon…and now I must make mine!”

He went to step forward, and she whipped the blade around, catching his arm and slicing it open.  Aegon wailed out in pain, and she whistled. 

Shaedowir appeared at the window, his large eyes looking into the chambers to see his rider in distress. 

“Stay!” she commanded, running towards the window as the guards flung the door open. 

“DON’T HURT HER!” Aegon commanded throughout his pain as she managed to make it out the window and onto her dragon’s back.

Daemhyra could make out the crown even before she had managed to land. 

Outside in the courtyard, she could see her birth mother staring at a pyre. 

Instinctively she felt her stomach turn. 

Someone was already dead. 

The people of Dragonstone looked up to the sky as she came into their line of vision.  Had she not had both Shaedowir and Wynstrun, she was sure that they would have attempted to shoot her down.  But her dragons made everyone aware of who the rider in the sky was as she started her descent. 

A shiver ran down her spine when she caught the sadness in everyone’s eyes as she slid off of Shadeowir’s back.   She’d reached for her satchel and held it close to herself, feeling for the two eggs that were warm. 

Her father stood stock still, not daring to step towards her. 

Even her grandmother, Rhaenys stood with her other granddaughters. 

But it was her birth mother who made the first move, running towards Daemhyra.

"My child!" She broke down into tears, sobbing as she wrapped her arms around her own first born, "oh Daemhyra...my child. You are alive!"

Daemhyra didn’t know how to react. 

She and her mother were never really close. 

But she could tell that she needed her.

"Wh-what's going on?" she asked gently, looking at the somber expressions of her family, "who is that pyre for? I do not see a body."

“Your brother, Lucerys, is dead, Daemhyra.”

The cement that felt like it was in the pit of her stomach suddenly disappeared as she pulled away to look at her mother, “Wh-what?  Lucerys is dead?”

“Prince Aemond and his dragon Vhagar killed him…just a few hours ago.  Vhagar swallowed him and Arrax whole,” she admitted, “Aemond killed your brother, Daemhyra.”

Her lips parted, and she didn't know what to say. Rhaenyra gave her a solemn, but relieved look as she took her hands in her own, "we have lost your brother...but I was worried when I received word from King's landing of your status. Rhaenys said you helped her escape, and I feared that your head might already be on a pike..."

"I-I'm not dead," she mutterred quickly, exposing the swell of her stomach and the eggs within the satchel that had been hidden beneath her thick winter cloak, "Aegon forced me to marry him...but I'm carrying Aemond's child...because he and I wed of the old rites...I-"

"You're carrying his spawn?" Jacerys scowled, glaring at his elder sister, "and you came here? To Dragonstone?"

"Jacery-"

Her younger brother unsheathed his sword, his nostrils flaring as his rage unwound. Off in the distance Daemhyra could hear his dragon bellowing, "cut the bastard from her belly and send it back to him in pieces...make an examp-"

"She is your sister!" Rhaenyra growled, immediately holding her daughter close to herself, "you will not harm any member of our family that is here."

"She let him fuck her!"

Daemon stepped forward, unsheathing his own sword, "put away your weapons, Jacerys...I will not tell you a second time. You will not raise a sword to my daughter."

"Please..." Daemhyra begged softly as she stepped out from her mother's shadow, "I have no ill will towards you Jacerys...I came to the one place that I know I can count on everyone."

"And what of your precious husband?" he growled, "the one that killed Luke?"

"As far as I'm concerned, he made his choice when he went to Lord Borros on Vhagar and he left me and our babe behind. Ancient rites or not...I have no husband now." she answered firmly, looking at her younger brother. When he didn't respond she turned towards her mother and father, giving them each a firm look, "tell me how I can help. We're going to destroy that usurper and everyone that stands in our way..."

Daemon nodded to his daughter, putting his sword up in the air, "all hail Queen Rhaenyra. The rightful queen of the realm!"

"All hail Queen Rhaenyra!" everyone chanted over the roaring pyre.

[ophelieverse]

i just know that she was the one left in charge when they were kids and she couldn’t stand him even then

[baby-girl-aaron-dessner]

"I will see Rhaenyra ascend the Iron Throne, just as Rhaenys should have."

“I am blood and fire. Driftmark must pass to salt and sea.”

This scene with Baela was extremely moving. She’s a fearless Targaryen through and through.

[bbygirl-aemond]

14yo rhaena: okay guys i'm gonna do it, i'm gonna try to claim seasmoke. y'know, since he's up for grabs since laenor is dead and all.

rhaenyra and daemon: sure sweetie go right ahead

[nonbinarylesbianherb]

Rhaenyra letting the small folk be killed, not helping them and instead making sure that they couldn’t leave, resulting in them and the guards being burnt alive. Watching as they screamed in agony and fear trying to escape, willing to let them all die knowing that Vermithor may not choose any of them anyway.

Welcome, Rhaenyra the Cruel.

[fishbonex]

It's like a fever, I'm burning alive

Rhaenyra Targaryen x fem!reader

Summary: You discover that Rhaenyra went to King's Landing and things don't go well.

Word Count: 1,3K

Warning: ANGST, mentions of war, mentions of deaths, mentions of betrayal, mentions of child deaths, power imbalance, brief sex, nipple sucking, lesbian sex.

note: this story is new and is also available on my AO3.

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE.

You hurriedly walked through the halls, holding the skirt of your simple dress. Your heart was pounding harder and harder and your anxiety didn't lessen when you saw one of the doors to the Queen's chambers in Dragonstone. Giving a nod of complicity to the royal guard, you opened the heavy door and looked around restlessly, looking for any sign of silver hair, but in vain, the place was empty.

Placing your hands over your chest to try and calm the pounding of your heart, you began to pace from side to side, your vision becoming blurred by the tears that began to appear. This couldn't be happening, she couldn't have been so foolish to consider doing something like that.

She went to King's Landing. Accompanied only by a guard.

The information came from Elinda and you still couldn't believe what your Queen had done. She was not the type to take risks without any reason, she made wise and coherent decisions.

You waited for hours, sitting in a place on the floor where you could hardly be seen if the main door to the rooms opened, it got dark and you only realized it when you heard the sound of the door opening. You stood up abruptly to see who it was and sighed in relief when you saw that it was your beloved queen.

Bowing slightly and approached hesitantly, your eyes passing anxiously and desperately over her entire figure, looking for any injuries, the ones she received when Ser Arryk invaded her rooms in a cowardly attack were enough. She looked at you in a mixture of surprise and relief to see you there, as if your presence was a medicine. You frowned when you noticed the septa robes she was wearing.

"Did you really do what I was told you did?" you asked, the knot in your stomach growing with each word that left your mouth. "Did you go see that snake in King's Landing?"

"I needed to talk to Alicent about the latest events, clarify things." She walked across the large room and began taking off her clothes, throwing them on top of one of the dark wooden chairs.

"To clarify?" you asked, the situation sounding unbelievable to your ears. "And what is there to clarify? She took your throne to give to her son."

"Her grandson was murdered in his bed while he slept and she thought I had ordered such a transgression." She was left with just her thin cloth intimate dress, turned to you and held her hands in front of her, twirling her wedding ring nervously. "I couldn't be at peace if–"

"Peace?!" You widen your eyes slightly, in disbelief. "I was there, Rhaenyra, I saw the procession. She was sitting as she was paraded with the corpse of her grandson, do you know what one of the court members said? They called you cruel, a monster, a defiler of the innocent. There is no peace anymore."

She sighed and sat down on the dark lounge chair, turned her face toward the large fireplace and fell silent.

"Her other son murdered your son, Lucerys was a messenger, this is treason." you keep talking. "Don't you understand yet? It's only you who cares, she doesn't care. Aegon doesn't care."

"I made a promise to my father and I intend to keep it, I will not rule with unnecessary killings and deaths." she finally turned to face you again. "Both the Dowager Queen and I have lost loved ones in recent weeks. I thought we could come together in our grief."

You sighed to contain your rising anger. Rhaenyra was too complacent, the greens wouldn't stop until they had her head to govern without her interference and she still didn't see that.

"You could have been killed." you take a few steps and lean on the wooden back of one of the chairs.

"I was careful and took one of the guards with me, no one knew it was me." she kept her purple eyes sharp in your direction.

"You must think you're so smart, but you were just a fool." you found yourself saying. "A fool who clings to the past, a past with a person who was never your friend."

"It is not foolish to seek all ways to peace!" She raises her voice, a few veins poking out slightly on her neck. "Understand me, you know me as well as I know you, don't be gratuitously hostile."

"If you act like a fool then I'll treat you like one!" you raised your voice too, gripping the wood tightly. "The people of King's Landing believe you are a baby killer, they would dismember you if they knew you were there!"

"I'm still your queen, remember that." she spat.

You felt a violent knot in your stomach and took a few steps back, lowering your head, swallowing hard and clasping your hands humbly in front of your body.

"May I go now, Your Grace?" you asked, eyes fixed on the stone floor.

"No." she replied and got up from the lounger, walking in long strides towards you.

She stopped inches from touching your body completely and pulled your hands into hers, they were warm and welcoming, as always. Rhaenyra leans in and rubs the side of her face against yours, her aquiline nose caressing your cheek, you closed your eyes and leaned against her.

"Stand by my side, I have enough people disagreeing with me, all the time." she pulled back and looked at you closely. "I don't want to have arguments with you either."

You looked down at your joined hands, the symbol of your bond with Rhaenyra. You had been by her side for so many years, you didn't want your close relationship to be ruined. You were afraid of losing her in this horrendous war, the constant search for peace could kill her.

"I got scared." You admitted, eyes still fixed on your clasped hands. "I came running as soon as Elinda told me, I was hoping you hadn't done such a thing."

"If I make a decision in the future that is risky, I will have the decency to ask you what you think first." She said and you looked up, locking your eyes with hers.

"No need to do that, Your Grace." you caress her slender fingers. "Seek peace, if that is what torments you, but do not perish along the way."

She nodded slightly and kept her eyes fixed on your face, smiled slightly and tilted her face even closer to yours.

"I miss you so much, you haven't been here often." she says, voice turning velvety.

She didn't need to say anything else, you tilted your face up and pressed your lips against hers, your eager tongue invading your dragon queen's mouth in a hurry, you kissed your lover hungrily until she ran out of air, your desperate hands tracing the slim curves beneath the almost transparent nightgown. Your mouth didn't stop when you pulled away for air, you continued trailing kisses across her face, down to her neck.

You bit and kissed her milky skin neck, and continued moving down until you reached her favorite part, but she pulled away and you looked at her in confusion.

"Not standing, to bed." she said breathlessly and you hurriedly pulled her towards the bed, laid her down and leaned on your elbows on top of her.

Rhaenyra took the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders, exposing her breasts to you. She lay down completely and looked at you expectantly. You let out a soft moan as you saw your beloved queen expose herself to you.

You leaned forward and pulled her right breast into your mouth, then pinched her nipples with your lips, your tongue grazing against the sensitive, hard nipple. She couldn't help but whimper. She put her hands on the back of your head and pulled you into her chest.

You buried your face in her breasts, you could spend your whole life pleasuring your queen.