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ngmn2002 · 5 months ago

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about your pinned post, specifically this part: "he [tsuchigomori] can change amane's future but chooses not to". where did you get the idea that tsuchigomori can change amane's past from? unlike the clock keepers, tsuchigomori's powers don't grant him control over the past, present, or future. he is able to know everything that has happened and will happen, and is able to use that knowledge to intervene, which would change the future. but we have no reason to think he can alter the past. now that it's happened, there is nothing tsuchigomori can do to help. the only way tsuchigomori could've possibly helped was if he'd noticed that amane's future changed back when it happened, when amane was still alive, but tsuchigomori had no reason to think amane's future would change back then. so, i don't think it's fair to say that tsuchigomori is choosing not to help amane, when it's impossible for him to do anything at this point.

I was using his own words, the ones he voiced out to Nene himself.

About Amane's future:

Well, he said he pretended to care for student Amane to keep his 'human image', but we know deep down he did care. But that care was not enough for him to pay much attention to what was going with Amane, thinking it all will end well and that's it, reading his future part in his book. Seeing the moment Amane's future changed, while he didn't (maybe didn't manage to) do a thing had him regretting it, the moon rock became his yorishiro and he became No.5.

Hanako is another issue, the talk there was about alive Amane, we don't know if he might actually be able to give Hanako a future if he wanted. Maybe he can't, but if he can, then well, his care and regret together are also not enough for him to give up on himself, yet again. But I assume it's the first case. Either way, it's his right to choose, no one forces him to give up on himself for someone.

And certainly, according to his words to Nene, he might care for some people a lot, but not enough for him to give on his own existence to change their future.

A best example after alive Amane's case, is Alive! Nene's herself. He knows about her future

and "fatal/as he puts it" death,

can do a thing about it, according to his own words over his power of changing a person's future, he cares for her,

But simply, not enough for him to step into changing her future, and giving up on himself.

Unlike Amane's case, he knows death, no future, await her really soon.

Although I assume, AidaIro won't leave such power for No.5 to hold hanging in the air like that with no use. Maybe at some point, he will find it in himself to sacrifice himself to change one's future, maybe Nene's, resulting in changing many others to the better in the progress, Amane's and maybe Tsukasa's included, since they are deeply affected by Nene. He'll be saving many, with choosing the right one future to change.

This, is just a thought, it might not really happen, but I'm sharing it, for nice Tsuchigomori's sake. To be fair to him. Even when the words he voices show such uncare, we will say we see deep down into him, and find him to really care.

#ask #uhhh... my pinned post isn't about Tsuchigomori. he simply was mentioned to reinforce an idea.#the idea is to show the one we saw with our own eyes to actually sacrifice himself for his brother's happiness and future #without any sort of hesitation. without regret. without ever saying I don't want to. with a smile on his face.#to admire that about him. to value his existence and nature #to respect such amazing little brother #that's the main point of the pinned post #I'm happy to see people loving Tsuchigomori this much and call for a fair treatment for him.#the same goes with a person to love Tsukasa over here. some fairness. acknowledgement and respect for this boy. please.#he is not only the boy to sacrifice himself and own future for alive Amane to have a possible future #but also the boy to want to sacrifce his existence yet again for Hanako. a ghost to believe he no longer has a future to fight for #yet Tsukasa wants to gift him with it regardless. that gives him an extra point. many other characters lack.

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safely-in-vhagars-belly · 1 year ago

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The princess of Dragonstone chapter 12

FANFICTION au: Rhaenyra has a daughter with Harwin as well who gets lured into a dangerous trap and becomes Aemond property, aemond and aegon chat about daella's duties and aemond teaches his pet some fun new things

Warnings: mentions of trauma, assault, tongue-ripping, abuse of trauma, abusing and scaring servants, death-threats, blood sacrifces, attempted murder, fighting, hair-pulling.

When I awake, I gasp for air loudly. He isn’t here. I have no memory of the feast that was thrown in his honour. Only of us walking down the stairs and our deal. That he would fuck me in exchange for letting Amaya live for calling me princess. Maybe I became weak and drank too much yesterday and that is why my body feels so heavy and so unfamiliar to me. Candles are placed on the side table, as well as dozens of flowers in green colours. I glare at it. I stretch a bit, and ‘’accidently’’ push over a vase, resulting in a watery and earthy mess on the ground.

That does result in the sound of something expensive breaking and Isya rushes in with a broom still in her hand. She looks first at the vase and then she notices me, sitting upright in bed. I nod my head to her and wave dryly.

Isya drops her broom and runs towards me. I fear she might even jump on top of me, I never saw her that happy. Isya hugs me, and sobs. 'My lady! You are awake!' she sounds so thankful. Of course, I am? Something is not adding up. I need to speak to the prince. Now.

I shove off the blankets of my body and stand up. 'Where is Aemond?’ there is another much heavier sound and a silver plate filled with delicious foods and pastries gets dropped by a stunned and terrified Amaya.

The fresh delicious food is all over the floor. Amaya whimpers softly and sinks to her knees, blushing a red colour before collecting the bread and the pastries. She throws them all away, afterward. ‘You are such a failure!’ Isya growls. ‘Go sit somewhere, I bring her Lady fresh new pastries and bread.’

‘Where is Aemond?’ I won’t repeat myself a second time. I don’t care I am improperly dressed I will search for him in every corner of this godsforshaken castle.

Isya sighs, putting down the silver plate. 'The prince is...' she looks briefly at Amaya before turning back to me with a forced and polite smile. 'He is with the former Queen, at the feast.' Of course, he is. He had his way with my last night, he didn’t stick around when he took my maidenhead, why would he care to do so after a second time? If the Hightowers think I am beaten, I have another twist coming.

I look at the terrible green dresses that are spread across the room. Most of them show of parts or my entire body. 'Help me dress.' I tell Isya when taking off my nightgown.

She stutters confused and worried. 'You should be resting.' She tells me weakly, like I made of porcelain.

I look at her. 'Yes, I should. Help me dress. Amaya agrees, right Amaya?' She cries silently, still collecting crumbs of the floor. ‘Amaya? Are you alright? I am worried.’ I tell her softly, when taking her hands in my own. She looks at me with her big brown eyes full of tears and silently sobs into my arms.

Isya tries to get me to stand up and even picks out a dress so she can help me. Despite not wanting to do so, moments ago. ‘She is fine, my Lady. You shouldn’t pamper her.’ She states with a stern glare at Amaya. Something is definitely wrong.

‘The prince wanted to grant her privileges and she disobeyed him. He had to punish her appropriately He took her tongue for it. She will never insult him or his brother’s reign again.’ What reign? What has King Aegon II accomplished aside from usurping a throne, losing a dragon, and killing off a child?

Aemond. He did what? He promised me he would let her be. He assaulted her, he hurt her and he took her tongue so she couldn’t tell me. I get up, tears of anger burning in my eyes. ‘Help me dress. I won’t ask again. If you rather not, I will find two new maids who can.’ I fold my hands in front of my body and wait patiently for them to rush across the room, quickly selecting a hand full of gowns in awful green colours.

Isya comes with a dark green dress with golden details on the chest area, along with golden stitches on the skirt. The dress eyes very professional made and must have taken hours to make. I throw it over my shoulder, like its nothing. Because it is. ‘I won’t wear the colour green anymore. Bring me another dress that’s not green.’ I command her, like I’ve seen mother do dozens of times.

Isya stutters worriedly. ‘My lady, we can’t! The prince ordered these for you. They were made with love and passion by some of the most important people the free world and outside. He would be very upset if he saw you didn’t wear them. He used his own money for it as well- ‘His money? He is a prince. He doesn’t earn money fairly. Not like a farmer or a whore would do. Even an assassin earns their coin fairer than Aemond Targaryen.

I care little for the green slave made gowns Aemond had made for me to live out his sick twisted little fantasies. I interrupt her rudely and huff. ‘I won’t wear a single thing from Aemond Targaryen.’ Isya begs me to reconsider, crying that he will kill us all if we anger him like this. I tell her that I’d happy and I expect her to shut up about it, but she cries only louder.

Amaya returns with a large black clothing chest. She puts the chest in front of me. She brushes some sweat of her forehead. How long ago did she prepare this? She carefully unlocks the chest and takes out a stunning red gown. There are gold swirls across it and the gown has cut open sleeves that hold the dress together by the neckline. She blushes and gives me the gown, to look at it. Its perfect. ‘Wherever did you find this?’ I absolutely in awe. I never knew I would miss the colour red this much.

Isya reads the description of the chest. ‘It looks like it belonged to your mother, my lady.’

I get inside the dress and it fits like a glove. I let Isya braid my hair like it used to be braided, in true Targaryen fashion. I apply some red light make up and put in matching earrings we also found in the chest. Before we head out, we make sure the chest is back to the attic again. I don’t want Aemond to destroy it when he is angry again. The grant hall is again full of people. I can hear it from miles away. I first go to the page that does the announcing of important guests and smile kindly.

The page swallows at me, terrified. ‘My lady, shall I- ‘

I interrupt him before he can utter another word. ‘You will address me as your princess, or highness or as is properly royal highness. I am Daella Targaryen. True born daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, the rightful heir to the iron throne. You will announce me as such or my mother will have your head.’ That is not true. Mother would never. Daemon, maybe? But mother? No.

He opens the doors and announces me. ‘Lad- ‘ I tilt my head slowly and give him a glare. He nearly pisses himself but he announces me correctly. ‘Her royal highness, Princess Daella of House Targaryen! Princess of Dragonstone and rightful heir to the iron throne.’ I missed the sound of that. But what I missed even more is the look of absolute fear and worry on the little smug faces of the Greens. Otto who rushes to Aemond to demand him what the hell this is, and Alicent slamming her hands on the table. Aegon who chokes on his wine and Helaena who just claps in delight.

I gently lift my dress and enter the grant hall. All eyes are on me, in mother’s dress. Her gown suits me perfectly, and I embody something that hopefully inspire a lot of people here to do the same. To stand up to tranny even if it costs your head.

Floris has been granted a chair with the greens and a mysterious unknown lady with bright green eyes watches me walk to the table of the royal family. Aemond boils in rage when he notices me walking to him. I smile sweetly and kiss his cheek. I sit next to him. ‘You are awake, then?’ he croaks out, his hands shaking.

I don’t even give him the satisfaction to argue with him. ‘Like you care. What happened last night?’

He scoffs. ‘Oh, I’m not telling you after pulling this stunt. You are in big trouble, my little pet. You can be certain of that.’ He drinks his wine and looks straight ahead of him, grumpily and anger with my stunt.

I don’t even raise my voice or need to call him silly names to intimate him. ‘You can call me your pet as many times as you like, Aemond Targaryen. I am the rightful heir to the chair your brother sits his ass upon. He warms it for now, but one day I will take back what is mine.’ I warn him.

Aemond swallows and it looks like he can lash out every second now. Do it, I think. Show everyone what a monster you are, Kinslayer. He groans. ‘You will not, little foolish pet. When I am through with punishing you, I will make you regret ever uttering your full name again. You ungrateful little whore. You think that your first week here was hell? I will make you wish for death.’

I calmy shrug. ‘Unlike you I am not a craven. I am not scared of the Stranger or what comes after this.’ Aemond gets closer to my face and I hear a chair being shoved and footsteps coming our way. Floris wears an awful green dress with flowers, very familiar to Alicent’s gown. She smiles sweetly at me and at her future husband. ‘Is your pet being disobedient? Perhaps you should have her locked up somewhere, my love.’ She suggests sweetly.

Aemond doesn’t like her suggestion. ‘My pet, so I decide what will happen to her. She will be dealt with after my feast is over.’ He tells her. Floris pouts miserably and I grin when Aemond looks away.

She takes his hand awkwardly and touches his wrist. Aemond grunts suddenly and frees himself, like she hurt him. ‘Aemond, I want to dance.’ She says like a little girl asking her daddy for a candy.

He wants to say no, I can tell his body language. He is annoyed and tense. Angry and disappointed. ‘I am not in the mood, Floris.’

Floris crosses her arms and steps aside so I can see the table closest to us where a very aggressive lord Borros is chewing down on a chicken leg. ‘Father is watching us.’ Aemond growls, actually growls before offering his hand to her and walking with her to the dance floor. She found out how to play him rather quickly. She was always more cunning than she let on.

I hear footsteps again. Ser Cole. ‘You are just as much as a whore as your mother.’ ‘Careful, Ser.’ I warn him. ‘I am close to a knife. Would you like to match Aemond? You two do seem close.’

He is enraged with me. I never saw him this angry with anything. Not even with my mother. ‘Did you know what he did for you? What he sacrificed for you?’ Aemond? Sacrificed? He never sacrificed anything.

I laugh at this. Aemond probably ordered him to do this. To guilt me into liking him. Into seeing Aemond like some sort of savour when he is my undoing and doom. ‘What? His maidenhead? Did I take his precious innocence away? Did I maybe kill his brother and took his eye? Oh wait, maybe I took his birth right. The iron throne.’

Cole blurts it out. ‘You were dying last night, whore. You were.’ I think back of last night but nothing adds up. He points to the strange unknown woman. ‘Don’t tell anyone but she is a witch. She saved your life. Aemond had to kill an innocent, find a tongue and bring her royal blood as well as tears- ‘tears, blood, killing? The only part I believe is that Aemond killed an innocent. He likes that. it’s all he does.

I roll my eyes and walk away. Cole grabs my arm. ‘Your maid has the scar to prove it, does she not? Aemond took her tongue as payment. He and I went to a supporter of your mother and impaled a pregnant woman’s belly. Hell, he even had to hit his only friend Vhagar to get the tears.’ It sounds so crazy and out of nowhere. Exactly the kind of crazy that makes it sound like truth.

Aemond twirls with her on the dance floor. He seems to enjoy himself. I am getting hit by a memory of something that almost seemed to come out of a dream. Me and Aemond, dancing in this very room, the ancestral dragon dance. Me and Aemond, kissing each other passionate by the pillars… That can’t have happened.

Floris kisses him on his lips. The witch smiles, suddenly next to me. When did she even approach me? ‘She is such a desperate little thing.’ Is she talking to me? I nod, in agreement. She is desperate. ‘He loves you, it’s clear for every fool to see.’ She continues. ‘I worried, when I saw you. You were so sick and ill. I barely had enough power to save you, little Niece.’

Niece? ‘Alys Rivers, but my father was Lyon Strong. I am his bastard daughter.’ She introduces herself to me. I am insulted she even dares to call me her niece. I know I am lying but I do so anyway. ‘I am not related to any Strong.’

She huffs waving the idea away. ‘You don’t need to be related to the sea whore. You are a dragon, Daella.’ She tells me when grabbing my hand. Her hand feels very warm. ‘Aemond is my ally. Like you, I have my own reasons for wanting you on the throne. I will watch our dear prince, and I will learn you how to play him. How to melt his will and even kill him, if you wish.’

I reply coldly. ‘Death is too merciful.’ Floris excuses herself and walks back to Alicent. They talk before Floris comes to me. My eyes already roll before she has made her way. Alys walks to Aemond and the two of them go get some wine. Floris walks up to me. She adjusts her gown. ‘Pretty, isn’t it? The former Queen gave me this dress.’

What? Am I supposed to be jealous of a cheap fabric like that? I snort. ‘It looks like they stole it off a picnic table somewhere.’ I sound like a jealous little brat. I don’t even like green. Why does it upset me that Alicent welcomed her with open arms? Alicent is a lying whore anyway.

She points to a silver necklace. ‘And this? Aemond gave me this on our first date. He let me fly with Vhagar. You know what he said? Vhagar instantly likes me. He thinks it’s because I am her original rider born again, Viserya.’ I told her the story of dorne’s conquest a hundred dozen time.

My still born sister is named after the original rider of Vhagar. ‘Visenya, you uncultured little swine.’

Then I become very quiet, the necklace she wears is mother’s Valyrian steel necklace. I’ve seen her wear its dozens of times. Aemond must have stolen it, and gave it to her out of anger. She laughs in my face touching the rubies. ‘Aemond already said you would go feral if you saw it. I told him to get some nice chains and a muzzle for you. I have eating out of my hand.’

I step closer to her. ‘Your dress is not a message, is it? It’s a reflection of your feelings. I can smell your desperation and jealousy from miles away, little stag. Go home before I take your horns off your head and hang them above my bed.’

‘Aemond will at least me grant the privilege to bear him children. That seems like a privilege he hasn’t granted you, has he, Lady Strong?’ I hear my own footsteps but don’t see anything anymore. Only Floris. I tackle her to the ground and roll-on top of her when grabbing her throat. I try to rip the necklace of her neck but it wont go. Ser Criston acts too quickly and has grabbed me before I can finish that little whore of a stag. I would have killed her, right there and then. I don’t care about Aemond Targaryen. I care about killing her, like I vowed myself to do.

Aemond rushes to her side and she cries when being lifted by him, like a damsel in distress. Criston brings me to the prince. ‘This one started the fight, prince.’

Aemond is seething. He touches Floris’s her red neck and I spit at his feet. ‘Lock her in my chambers. I’ve had enough of her behaviour.’ He is mad. Good. At least I have accomplished something today. Proudly I smile. Aemond leans in closer to me. ‘Don’t smile yet, my little pet. I will punish you for every little disobeying stunt you pulled tonight.’

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