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[gracielikegrapes]

Redo of the Targaryen women I did last year!

note I only Included women born (Name) Targaryen for sanity's sake

[wherewisteriaends]

Watching GoT for the first time

I saw someone do this with Grey's Anatomy but I can't find it again so if someone knows, give them credit for the idea. Anyway I am finally watching Games of Thrones for the first time with only a vague idea of the plot so here comes my stream of consciousness while doing so.

Obviously some spoilers ahead. Let's start off with season :

-The first hand saw Cersei and Jaime , I can bet on that.

-Ned, you're right winter is coming and you're wrong the night watch didn't deserve to die. -Bran, my dear.

-Is killing Joffrey do-able ? 'cause he kinda is a jerck and gets on my nerves

-I don't think Jon Snow is really smart. Tyrion was right about telling him what kind of privileges is was granted.

-I'm going to be a Joffrey slander. Lady did not deserve that ! Neither Sansa and Arya and the ginger boy.

-Gosh there are too many names !

-The faith or religious dogme is not made clear. I haven't read the books and I don't exactly understand what is there place/customs/beliefs. But it's fine 'cause they don't seem to have any big importance or whatsoever.

-Joffrey and Viserys slander.

- I don't know how but I always end up shipping ships that are rare on the Internet. Baelish x Catelyn in my heart

-Baelish is not reliable. He's even cocky about that.

-What the hell of a shitty king is that ? Robert, you suck.

-Robbert doesn't look like an exciting character to me. I don't know, I think he is lacking energy and complexity. He just looks like the good firstborn, the dutiful heir. However Arya ... I will be rooting for her. And no Ned, clearly she won't be a lady wife.

-I like the storytelling of the Targaryen story. It's very well introduced.

-I don't get why Sansa wants Joffrey to like her. Joffrey was the shitty man here, not your father.

-Ned, you're lacking good senses into the viper nest.

-They're blaming Tyrion and it's clearly not Tyrion and poor Tyrion (who looked very frightened) ; but oh Catelyn that was a power move. (not a very smart one tho)

-Catelyn my girl you're so smart. But also no, you're not.

-"Why ? Am I starting to make sense ?" such a powerful line.

-Rodrick is going to die. Who are we to pretend.

-I fear Bran words about the Tully devise are foreshadowing something.

-Ned, take the warning and listen to it.

-Varys is for the Targaryen !

-oh boy I came 'cause I hear about it but now I am staying for the politic plot. I love a bit of manipulation and hunger for power. -Ned I think you should leave to wait an hour to speak to someone. -Lysa is mad. She is completely mad. The son too. -Okay, Robber, you're not such a fool after all. But you have anger issues. -Cersei seems like a broken woman. Jaime is shit. -The hair Ned ! The hair ! -The whores watching is a funny thing to me. -Okay Robbert slander now ! You don't hit your wife. -And Cersei lying is getting you nowhere. They were witnesses. -The scene where Daenerys eats an heart lacked introduction. Vyseris you little filth, if you touch her because of her son, I swear I am finding way to bring you into reality and then murder you.

-This scene of the heart holds such a power. - They never gave it to you whiny boy 'cause you don't deserve it. You don't deserve anything truly. -Lysa and her boy are shitty. And Catelyn why the hell are you standing unmoved ? -Robbert is king but it is a Lannister rule. -He had it coming. Viserys only had himself to blame. -Yup, Dany, you're the dragon. -Tirwyn piecing a stag is a good metaphor. -He is a complete fool to tell her. Telling her does not preserve his honour. - Baelish teaching about sex and prostitution is - well very smutty obvi but also very true ; I love that guy. - Ned is so dead. Baelish is going for his head. - Ser Lorah the traitor ! Who got a change of heart. -Ned you should to him and go to war. - I love Baelish's logic. Nothing moral in it. But that is amazing scheming.

-And then Dany got what she wanted. - I knew Ned would die, I didn't think it would come so fast. Well he is not dead yet but that is clearly the way the season ends.

-I truly don't want to guess what happened to Sansa. -Varys calling him out on his madness is so right. He should have kept his mouth shut. Don't play the hero, you don't want to be the hero. -Sansa truly just wants to do good. -Bowing instead of fighting isn't the right answer. -I thought there were 5 Starks ... where is the last one ? -The 6 year old boy is right. - You're a bit delusional Catelyn. Ned is already dead. -Robb is foolish and idealized his father. Plus if this Umel does not betray you, it will be a miracle. - I also get the feeling Baristan will betray. - Okay I now stan Baristan. -Baelish and the side-eye >>> -Ned is not seeing the greater good for the realm but he is also right about the Lannister. - Poor little girl. Lord Frey is disgusting. - I did not made the link so I am surprised he is Jorah's father. And yes I can't remember his name. - Apart from the ones who are already mothers, women are truly just object. TwT. That's why I love Arya. That just disappeared by the way. -"Love is the death of duty" is a powerful sentence. But Ned is probably not the right exemple for this one. -Aemon was such a plot twist. -I feel very sorry for Tyrion. And technically he was raped by his first wife. -Joffrey was a bastard for this ! At least Cersei was right about it being madness. -The choice of silence for Ned's execution was a very good cinematic choice. - The knight I don't know the name did right by Arya. - JOFFREY SLANDER ! KILL THAT BOY HE DESERVES HELL - Gosh this Northern man has an ego - I honestly forgot they had Jaime. I love how Jaime knows he has sinned. -Cersei also sleeps with her nephew ??? -I don't know how Joffrey calls himself a legitimate king when the Baratheon are at war against him too - I love how neither Tywin and Tyrion are no fools. But the rest of the Lannisters all have too much ego for it. -Dany was truly desperate. -The old guy from the council is completely out of it. - I love Varys and Baelish relationship. -Arya and Robert's bastard is a good mix. -Dany was bold (and kinda mad) for this. -What an end for a season !

I will obviously be coming back for more. Good night/day everyone

[xfulminare]

day three with visera targaryen marra of lys @bybloods

seat was chosen for the race, confident that he had chosen the perfect vantage point to show just enough interest in the race's outcome. flash of silver hair caught his vision and space is smoothly made next to him for his newest ally. "lady marra, join me. there is plenty space to watch the race from here." though if he were the type of betting man to gamble on every exchange he might have wagered that their interest would be elsewhere. at least his would be, only vaguely entertained by the idea of the race. "how have you found the reach so far?" there is a curiosity about what the targaryen might think about the kingdom but the question is far more loaded than simple when he is keen to glean what her next move might be and whether their knew setting might have sparked any inspiration. he is a patient enough man, content to bide his time for now, but there was no denying that he would always rather in possession of as much information as possible.

[nebulaafterdark]

The Rats Pt. 2

Aegon Targaryen ii x Velaryon(Strong)!Reader

Summary: Aegon attempts to make peace with Rhaenyra after being forced to usurp her throne. Lucerys’ death complicates things.

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Part 1

“Princess Y/N of house Velaryon.” The guard announces.

Rhaenyra’s heart skips a beat, surely he is mistaken.

“Mother,” Y/N says, racing toward her. “Your grace,” she corrects herself.

Rhaenyra wraps her eldest child in her arms. “Mother will do just fine.”

Y/N buries her face in Rhaenyra’s shoulder.

“How did you get here?” Aegon would never let her go of his own free will.

“Daemon,” Y/N breathes. Knowing that her stepfather will owe her for the half truth.

“Where are the children?”

“In King’s Landing.” Y/N tells her, “to keep Aegon’s wits about him in my absence. He wants to come to an agreement, he’s more than willing to bend the knee. I only ask that he and Helaena be spared…as for Aemond Targaryen, he is a murderer.” Y/N’s voice breaks, “we will avenge the murder of my brother.”

Rhaenyra’s strokes a hand over her hair, feeling the dark waves that remind her of Lucerys. “Aegon and Helaena will receive full pardons based on your testimony. Rest assured I appreciate what you have done on my behalf.”

“Thank you.” Y/N pulls back marginally, realizing her mother’s pregnant belly should be between them. “Where is the babe?”

Rhaenyra shakes her head.

Y/N covers her mouth with her hand, “I am terribly sorry.”

“It is no fault of yours, darling girl.”

“I should have been here with you.”

“When I offered your hand in marriage, I had no idea Aegon was capable of love. It has complicated all of this.”

Y/N nods, “speaking of my husband. I should send word that I am well, lest he take out his frustration on Dragonstone.”

Rhaenyra taps her chin, affectionately. “I will fetch a scroll.”

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Aegon’s youngest son is the only one of his children to share Y/N’s dark locks. His wife insisted they name him Aegon. After my dearest love. She said.

Aegon agreed of course as he can deny her nothing. The child wails nonstop, in the absence of his mother. At all of four months old, Aegon is the only one who can quiet him besides Y/N. As such, the King is now attending the small council meeting with a babe in his arms.

Their daughter, Dahlia, the eldest of the twins will sit the iron throne one day, through his line of succession and Rhaenyra’s. At all of six, she is sitting at the table. His other children Visera and Laenor have not been properly protected under the guard, they too must stay in his sightline.

“Gods be good.” Alicent frowns at her son.

“What is it?” Aegon huffs, arching a brow at her.

“The small council is no place for children, your grace.” Alicent explains. “They would be better tended by their maids.”

Aegon nods, “right. As you all know, two nights ago, the Princess Helaena was attacked in the children’s chambers. Our heirs were threatened and Queen Y/N was taken from us. During which time, not a single guard could be found on the entirety of the royal floor! Because you were-”

Aegon looks to his children in turn, “cover your ears my darlings.” He smiles, waiting until they have done as they’re told, holding his own hand over his infant’s ear. “Where were we, mother? Oh, that’s right, no one was guarding my children because you were fucking the royal guard.”

The council members lower their heads in acknowledgement.

“The men who carried out this attack, entered under the guise of rat catching. I want them found and swiftly executed.” Aegon demands, patting his sleeping son’s leg.

“We have been interrogating rat catchers for days, thus far we have no leads.” Otto explains.

A slow smile spreads over the King’s face. “Then hang them all.”

Alicent blanches.

“Anything else?” Aegon asks, watching Visera begin toying with Otto’s chair.

“A letter arrived from Dragonstone, your grace.” Lord Tyland informs him.

“Oh?” Aegon says, “from Rhaenyra?”

“From Queen Y/N.”

Aegon swallows, “did you read it?”

“No, my King.”

“Good,” Aegon reaches for the rolled parchment.

‘My dearest Aegon,

Please know that I am well. We would like to begin negotiations to end the blockade and create a peaceful transfer of power. This will require your cooperation, I hope you will meet me at Dragonstone to discuss this matter farther.

Forever yours,

Y/N’

Aegon exhales, sharply.

“What is it, your grace?”

“The children and I are off to Dragonstone.”

“Whatever for?”

“To negotiate the terms of Y/N’s return.”

“My King…”

“And if you cannot agree on said terms?” Alicent asks.

Aegon frowns, lifting a shoulder. “To war then.”

“He is unhinged,” Otto whispers to his daughter.

“As I warned he would be.” Alicent rises from her seat. “He is quite…devoted to her.”

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“It has been three days since you sent word to King’s Landing. We must assume Aegon’s silence is his response.” Daemon seethes, around the drawing table.

“Give it time.” Y/N insists, “you owe me that.”

Daemon smirks, “I owe you nothing, spoiled thing.”

“Mmm,” Y/N hums. “My mother does not yet know how I came to be here.”

“And you are not going to tell her. Otherwise, my distaste for your usurping cunt of a husband will be demonstrated at length.”

Sunfyre roars, calling their attention to the nearest window.

Daemon huffs, “I’ll be damned.”

“And he’s brought the children.” Y/N rejoices, running out to join her family.

Jacaerys is already helping to unload her children from the makeshift carriage on the dragon’s saddle.

“Mother!” Dahlia and Visera charge Y/N nearly knocking her backwards.

Laenor runs after them with his little legs as Aegon the fourth, stares at her, babbling in his father’s arms.

Y/N is moved to tears, “you came.”

“You didn’t think I would?” Aegon cocks his head to the side.

“It’s a rather large ask,” Y/N explains.

“For you, the world.” He replies, with a kiss to her temple. “Now, where is Rhaenyra? We have much to discuss.”

“Her grace will join us soon.”

Aegon nods, “I request a small audience, before the council.”

“That can be arranged.”

“After which your brother might tend the children whilst you show me your quarters.” Aegon whispers.

Y/N smirks, “of course.”

Part 3

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[darkwinged]

closed starter / visera waters ( @encirclet​ ) 

visenya smiled up at visera as she saw her niece walk past the table she had claimed for herself and the company she tended to keep during these events. “ah, my dear niece, come sit down and have a drink with me!” she spoke loudly to catch her niece’s attention over the music that filled the hall, but maybe she was a little too loud as people around them seemed to turn their attention towards them. while vi was clearly tipsy, she was not drunk... yet. “and tell me if you see anyone interesting that i can spend my night dancing with.” while visenya disliked dancing when it was done out of duty, she loved it when she got to choose her own dancing partners. she pulled out a seat for visera, so the younger woman could not refuse to entertain her aunt for a moment.

[talestold]

with  as  much  curiosity  as  he  has  regarding  their  family's  history  in  westeros,  it  is  no  wonder  aerys  has  dreamt  of  how  the  capital  appears.  the  magnificent  red  keep,  however,  is  one  that  holds  no  flame  to  the  regrowth  of  valyria.  where  he  is  usually  familiar  with  ancient  architecture  beautifully  reshaped  once  more  with  molten  metals,  he  only  finds  the  clear  lack  of  ...  devotion  within  the  royal  home.  he  cannot  imagine  his  own  blood  residing  in  a  place  so  void  of  inspiration  and  art.  even  with  a  goblet  full  of  wine,  aerys  still  finds  himself  struggling  to  see  what  everyone  else  does  of  the  incredible  king's  landing.  a  familiar  voice  questions  his  taste  and  he  gives  a  shrug,  glancing  into  the  near  empty  container.  "  i  find  it  not  nearly  strong  enough,  "  at  least  they  can  agree  on  their  dislike.  "  let  me  guess...  it's  too  strong  for  you  ?  "  there  is  a  teasing  in  his  tone,  taking  another  sip  to  finish  off  the  rest  of  his  wine.

OPEN   STARTER       ⋆       day  one  of  the  tyrell coronation and wedding celebrations,  at  the  feast  with  any  who  wish  to  respond. 

the   journey   from   driftmark   to   king's   landing   had   been   a   short   one.   how   curious   a   feeling   it   was   to   lay   one's   head   to   rest   in   a   keep   so   close   to   where   her   mother's   bloodline   had   ruled   for   centuries.   the   red   keep   itself   was   nothing   like   visera's   valyria.   the   once   doomed   kingdom   made   a   beauty   of   its   ruin,   the   crumbling   infrastructure   reshaped   with   molten   metals   to   retain   its   original   magnificent   beauty.   king's   landing's   ruin   was   not   its   beauty,   according   to   her   mother.   it   was   its   rot.   watching   passers   by   with   the   quiet   intent   innate   to   her   being,   visera   places   her   wine   goblet   aside.   "   you   don't   find   it   too   strong?   "   she   queries,   refering   to   the   deep   red   wine   that   still   fills   it.   her   lyseni   accent   is   obvious   amongst   the   din   of   common   tongue   conversation,   and   her   dark   eyes   glitter   in   the   candelight   —   from   a   candle   that   she   leans   almost   too   close   to   in   search   of   a   response.

[therapycat21]

His True Obsession Act One

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115 A.C

"What should we do with her?" Daemon and Rhaneyra stood in the deep forest, Rhaenyra cradling the new babe. She couldnt belive someone would just abandon the poor baby girl. She shook her head, tears filling her eyes "I don't know" she looked to Daemon with a question in her eyes, he started to shake his head, knowing exactly what she was alluding to. " Rhaenyra, we don't know who she is, where she came from, we can't just take her" he tried to reason. 

Rhaenyra wouldnt budge, shaking her head, a stony look in her eyes and cradling the shivering baby closer to her chest "we are not leaving her, I'm taking her back with us, I don't care If I need lie and tell everyone I kept her a secret" she was already feeling exhausted "we are taking her home".

Daemon stared at Rhaenyra, knowing she wouldn't budge, when she made her mind up she stuck to it, he sighed, hands on hips before nodding at her "Okay, let's get her home then."

125 A.C

10 Years Of Age

It has been ten years since Rhaenyra brought home her beloved daughter, Viserra Targaryen. Viserra was a beautiful young girl. She had pure chocolate brown hair and hazel eyes. 

She was known to be a very sweet and caring woman. She could also be fierce and stand up for the people she cared about which would include the now one-eyed prince. The families have been through a lot, especially now as the families gathered in a room, Viserra stood near her mother and watched on as Alicent was tending to Aemond who sat in a chair with his eye bleeding and gone. 

Rhaenyra held a tight grip on the young girl to stop her from running over to her dear friend. Viserra and Aemond stared at each other, not hearing the current discussion until they heard Alicent start talking. "That is insufficient" Alicent stared at Viserra's grandsire in shock and anger "Aemond has been damaged permanently my king" she tried to explain to Viserys. The king looked on in despair, not knowing where to go, siding with his beloved daughter or his wife.

Viserys sighs "I know Alicent, But I cannot restore his eye." Aliecent looks on at her husband in anger "No, because it's been taken." Everyone can see Viserys getting frustrated at his dear wife.

"What would you have me do?" his voice almost dripping in desperation for a solution. Visera stares at the conversation, her eye no longer on Aemond who keeps his eye on the young girl. "There is a debt to be paid," Alicent says, she turns to face Rhaenyra and her family. "I shall have her daughter's eye in return." Everyone looks at the queen in horror at the request.

Aemond jumps from the chair and places himself in the center of the family. "No! Viserra's done nothing wrong to me." Alicent, eyes wide with tears stares down at her maimed son. "My dear wife". Viserys touches the queen's arm, she whips towards him, voice emotional "He is your son Viserys, your blood."  Viserra watches on in horror, fearing she will be maimed like Aemond, the young children look at each other, Viserra staring in fear and Aemond with a promise he'll protect his dear friend. They break eye contact when they see Alicent rush forward to Rhaenyra, a blade held above, begging to be used against the princess.

After gaining control of the queen and Rhaenyra getting sliced on the arm Aemond walks closer to face his parents "Do not mourn me, Mother. It was a fair exchange. I may have lost an eye...but I gained a dragon." Alicents stares down at her maimed son teary-eyed, Viserys looks down at Aemond with a slight smile before dismissing everyone. As the families leave, Viserra stays in her spot, Aemond looks over at the young girl giving her a reassuring smile, not knowing this would be the last time they would be near each other in ten years.

135 A.C dragon stone

20 Years Of Age

Viserra looked on as they made their way from Dragonstone, where the family has lived the past ten years to Kingslanding where her Gransire has been ill the past ten years. Viserra could feel the nerves exiting her stomach, she hadn't been able to speak or talk to her beloved uncle Aemond for the past ten years. 

She has tried to send letters but after sending them she would come back to find a new one placed on her bed to be added to the ongoing pile of letters she wrote her uncle. Someone was intercepting her letters to him. But thankfully she had them in her belongings, wrapped in ribbon.

"Viserra, are you alright?" Viserra was broken from her thoughts by her mother caressing her arm, she gave her mother a reassuring smile, not replying as they continued their way to Kingslanding. Viserra continued to stare at the empty sky, thinking about him. He probably hasn't thought of her in years, if only she knew how wrong she was.

Aemond has never forgotten his dear niece, out of all of the children growing up, Viserra was the only one he would confide in for any and everything. After losing his eye from the brutal maiming from his nephew, his eye has healed fully, and in its place rests a citrine gem, the same color his niece would wear. 

Even though Viserra was a Targaryen she very rarely ever wore the house colors, always opting for a pastel yellow or brown. The townspeople always found that to be strange considering she was not of House Lannister. Viserra confided in Aemond years ago how she always found herself drawn to the house color. 

No one knew of the citrine gem replacing his eye underneath the eye patch he was always found to wear. Aemond has always found a way to incorporate the color into his clothing, both where you can and can't see.  Everyone however did see the bright yellow pin he wore on his black tunic, the circular yellow pin up close only contained a singular strand of blonde hair of one Viserra Targaryen. 

She gifted to him one day out of the blue when they were children, she was known to make random gifts for people, which they cherished.

Awaiting the arrival of the family, Aemond sits at the table with his family, watching as they all interact, Aegon of course drinking, and Haelana speaking in her riddles. Aemond sits stoically, emotionless as he waits to finally see his beautiful Viserra. "And hopefully Aemond has accepted the betrothal from lord borros to his daughter" The voice of his grandsire breaks him from his thoughts of Viserra, He looks to see his mother and Grandsire looking at him expectingly. 

He turns his head looking away from the pair. Alicent sighs, knowing what he is communicating, and she leans forward "Aemond, it is your duty and you are well past the age" she tries to explain,  Aemond snorts slightly "Mhm, you know exactly why I refuse to be betrothed to one of the Barros bastards." The mother and son stare at each other in despair. 

Otto Hightower looks on in confusion before turning to his daughter "What is he talking about Alicent?" Alicent looks at her father, she refuses to tell him the real reason why Aemond won't marry. She shakes her head giving him a reassuring smile "Nothing Father, Aemond is just being stubborn" She looks to Aemond "Right Aemond?".

All she got in return was a pursed look "Mhm". Aemond stands abruptly and marches out of the room, silver hair swaying behind him. Alicent stares at her son's retreating form. She always thought one of her children would betray her, she only hoped it was not him.

[aemonds-wifey]

A Family Dinner

(requested by the awesome @moonchildrenandflowercrowns )

Summary: You and Aemond have a nice family dinner

The candlelight flickered in the centre of the intimate round table, you sat facing Aemond- both your children sat opposite sides of you On the verge of their teenage years they were both beautiful.

Aelor was going to be a handsome Prince you could tell- inheriting his fathers sharp yet delicate features., he had began training with Aemond, with his fathers guidance he would be a skilled fighter and soon he would be able to ride his dragon, Velaxes, on his own.

Visera shared your features, the iron will of your stark blood and the fiery temper of her Targaryen paternal side made you realize she would be a force to be reckoned with and once her dragon grew larger - Aemond would gladly instruct her and guide her.

You smiled briefly at Aemond as he took a small gulp of wine, he then looked at both his children “How have your lessons gone today? History and Sigils with Sept Una yes?”

Aelor hooded “Yes…we were learning about the great houses of the realm.”

Aemond nodded “So what is house Tullys sigil ?”

Aelor paused but looked at his father “a silver trout”

“Hmmm” Aemond said “And their seat?”

“Riverrun.” Visera answered

You smiled as you took a carrot up with your folk and ate it, seeing the children engage with Aemond was heartwarming .

“You fought in the riverlands Father? During the dance?” Aelor asked

“I did. With Vhagar . Your uncle fought too with his dragon. “ Aemond said cutting up his food.

“No doubt you will read about your fathers triumphs in lessons with Maester Walden.” You said.

Aemond bowed his head slightly at your words, that time he spent away fighting Rhaenyra and Daemons forces left you tormented . Every day you waited for him to return safely and the day he did return was the happiest day for you , your family were whole again and nothing made you happier than Aemond being alive and watching his children grow.

Aemond caught your eye for a moment “And what can either of you tell me about your mothers House?”

Aelor looked at you “House Stark…” he said

You nodded “Indeed and the seat?”

“Winterfell.” Aelor answered

As Aemond swallowed his food he looked at Visera “And the Sigil?” He asked

Visera put her goblet down “oh erm…wolf..direwolf!” She said

Aemond chuckled lightly “Well done.”

You smiled as you pressed your napkin to your lips, Aemond watched you - keeping his eye trained on yours as he took a drink. The fact that Aemond still acknowledged you were from another noble house was admiring , he did not marry per the normal Targaryen Customs, but he was happy and you knew it.

“Did you ever see a direwolf mother ?” Visera asked

You shook your head smiling “I did not…sadly there are no direwolves south of the wall…”

Aelor looked up for a moment “Did you ever see the wall?”

Aemond looked at you, with equal curiosity

You nodded “Once I did. My uncle joined the nights watch and we rode with him to Castle Black to bid him farewell.”

“Is it as tall as they say? Bigger than Vhagar?” Visera asked glancing at Aemond, who chuckled slightly

“Possibly my girl, Vhagar is a very big dragon.” You said

Visera looked at Aemond again “ Is it true she is the largest in the world?”

He nodded once “She is.”

“And the most fierce dragon…” Aelor said picking at his food

“Your dragon Velaxes will be ferocious Aelor…but your bond with your dragon is deeper than a dragons temper.” Aemond said leaning slightly towards him

“I did not have the luxury of growing up with a dragon…I was late in gaining my dragon …and I did not want my children to grow up without a dragon that had been with them since the cradle…”

Your heart sank slightly , the idea that Aemond wanted to ensure his children grow up with proper Targaryen traditions was enriching to your soul, Aemonds sentimentality was warming.

“I’m grateful for Stormfire …just as Aelor is grateful for Velaxes …father.” Visera said holding Aemonds hand and squeezing it once.

Aemond seemed to glow when he was called father, all the worries he had when you were pregnant with both children had melted away and you were so proud of him. You were settled and happy, quietly watching the children tell Aemond about their days of learning, all the fear and dread during the dance now a distant memory- as all was well.

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[talestold-a]

( targaryen b / tom glynn carney / cis man and he/him ) hear ye hear ye — king matthos baratheon welcomes prince aerys targaryen of exile ! his great majesty is glad that the twenty eight year old appears to be adaptable while overlooking that it’s said they are also vindictive, as long as they are glad to celebrate peace in the seven kingdoms. fortunately for them, matthos remains oblivious that they aren’t happy with his reign and that their true allegiance lies with house targaryen.

i. background.

full name: aerys targaryen.

commonly goes by: aer, lord drako.

official title: prince of westeros, lord drako of lys.

age: twenty eight.

gender + pronouns: cis man + he/him.

orientation: bisexual.

allegiance: house targaryen / himself.

spoken languages: common tongue, high valyrian & low valyrian.

religion: the faith of the seven.

ii. appearance.

faceclaim: tom glynn carney.

eye color: a dark purple, almost indigo.

hair color: a natural golden silver, presently staining with berries to achieve a dark, muddy brown color.

dominant hand: left.

height: 5'10"

build: athletic.

iii. personality.

virtues: adaptable, educated, humorous, resourceful, opportunistic.

vices: vindictive, gloomy, scheming, aloof, selfish.

weapon of choice: a nice blade or heavy object, not too picky.

moral alignment: neutral evil.

inspired by: viserys targaryen ( got ), aegon targaryen ( hotd ), & anakin skywalker / luke skywalker ( star wars ).

common tropes: currently embodying ambition is evil, tragic elements of riches to rags, teetering the line of not being like father, like son and surprisingly, even evil has loved ones.

iv. relationships.

parents: king jaehaerys iii targaryen and queen casella targaryen nee bar emmon ( both deceased ).

siblings: visera targaryen & rhaella targaryen.

relationship status: currently involved with elora mooton.

children: none.

pets: a golden eyed, shimmering silver scaled with golden accents dragon - he's named balerion and is currently the size of a small house cat.

other relations: house bar emmon ( cousins ), more to come !

previous relations: none, let's plot to change that !

v. biography.

only two years old when the targaryens were shipped off to essos, aerys remembers nothing of westeros. when they first departed he could remember slight details - silver hair, those purple eyes - but in present time, all he has is what he's been told by others. he became obsessed with it in his youth for a time, wanting to learn every bit of information about the entirety of house targaryen before their demise. the history of ancient valyria became a fascination and though information never came easily, he didn't let them stop him for seeking out whatever possible. not only did he feel like he needed to know about his family, but he promised himself and his siblings they would not repeat the same mistakes that got them sent away in the first place. when they would return, he would be ready.

this is not the life they were supposed to have. the siblings should have known the red keep like the back of their hands as they grew up, surrounded by family alike in a home that kept them safe. instead, aerys looks at their time in essos as a necessary evil, something he despised but did not count out the opportunity it gave them to rebuild whatever was left. though never without an attitude, he found comfort in being able to trust his siblings and bond with them. if not for them, he knows he would have never made it out of essos and back to the home they should never have had to leave.

all he can think about now is how to make matthos baratheon and every single person who had a hand in the targaryen demise pay. he has found an obsession with history and aims to learn as much as he can with their time in riverrun, aiming to become the version of himself that can help his siblings take down any house that dares to threaten their survival. when their eggs hatched, something he believed never to happen, it lit a spark within aerys - a hope that they can return to their former glory. he doesn't care much for the glory, though, he just wants his revenge.

vi. wanted plots.

alliances - though not someone to work well with others beside his siblings, and he would absolutely turn on them in a heartbeat if it meant progress for house targaryen, aerys knows how important supporters are in their effort to gain back the throne. aerys is typically a good judge of character - or rather, is good at spotting those who seem like strong supporters versus weak cowards. perhaps he's just really judgy and has to see something beneficial.

betrothal - aerys has the intention of doing his part to help restore the targaryen name in westeros and one way to do that is by having little dragons !! he doesn't want to marry but wouldn't allow his offspring to be bastards, so he eventually will and would ultimately be picky so they would probably start off in a good place ! their relationship could go a million different ways but ( tw: cheating ) i can't promise he'll be loyal !

would eventually like to have aerys blackmail someone, have someone he's manipulating who doesn't realize, flings, someone he's learning more history from, i'm down for p much anything !

[cleocat246]

House of The Dragon OC

Might write a series or fic in the future, or maybe not, so don’t ask for anything 😂

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Adolescent: Freya Allan in The Witcher

Adult - Kathryn Winnick in Vikings

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Name: Visera Targaryen

Aliases: Sera, Vis, V

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Spouse: 

• Cregan Stark

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Children (By age/birth)

• Boy twin⌄ - Rickon Stark (named after Cregan's father) (Face: Asa Butterfield in Ten Thousand Saints) 

��� Girl twin^ - Aemmaline Stark (Named after Visera's mother) (Face: Sophia Thatcher (Cee) in Prospect)

• Girl - Anya (Face: Meira Durand in Die Sterntaler)

• Girl - Lyanna Stark (Face: Raffey Cassidy in Snow White & The Huntsman)

• Boy Twin⌄Brandon Stark (Face: Nico Liersch in The Book Thief)

• Boy Twin^ - Jonaerys Stark (Face: Nico Liersch but with dark hair)

• Boy - Edric Stark (Toddler with black hair and white strands mixed in)

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Sister-in-law: 

• Sara Snow

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Houses:

• Targaryen

• Stark (by marriage)

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Allegiances:

• House Stark

• House Black

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Culture: 

• Valyrian

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Parents:

• Viserys I Targaryen

• Aemma Arryn

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Siblings:

• Rhaenyra (full)

• Baelon (Full - Deceased)

• Aegon II (Half)

• Helaena (Half)

• Aemond (Half)

• Daeron (Half)

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Fear:

• Being cut open if birth goes wrong (how her mother died scared her; she doesn't want to be cut open because her husband commands it. Once she got to know Cregan, she realized he wouldn't do anything without her consent)

[talestold]

PRINCE  AERYS  ROGARE  TARGARYEN  of  VALYRIA  !

(  rogare  targaryen  b  /  archie  renaux  /  cis  man  +  he/him  )  hear  ye  hear  ye  —  king  garlan  tyrell  welcomes  PRINCE  AERYS  ROGARE  TARGARYEN  of  VALYRIA  !  his  great  majesty  is  glad  that  the  twenty  six  year  old  noble  appears  to  be  adaptable  while  overlooking  that  it’s  said  they  are  also  cantankerous,  as  long  as  they  are  glad  to  celebrate  peace  in  the  seven  kingdoms.  fortunately  for  them,  garlan  remains  oblivious  that  they  aren't  happy  with  his  reign  and  that  their  true  allegiance  lies  with  house  rogare  targaryen.

one - basic information.

full  name:      aerys  rogare  targaryen.      preferred  nickname:      rys.      official  title:      prince  of  valyria.      monikers:      the  wild  dragon,  the  son  of  ashes.      age:      twenty  six.      gender  +  pronouns:      cis  man  +  he/him.      orientation:      bisexual.      true  allegiance:      house  rogare  targaryen.      spoken  languages:      high  valyrian  /  bastard  valyrian  &  common  tongue  of  westeros.      religion:      does  not  believe  in  any  religion.

two - exterior.

looks  like:      archie  renaux.      eye  color:      brown.      hair  color:      black.      dominant  hand:      left.      height:      6'1"      build:      athletic  and  toned.

three - interior.

virtues:      adaptable,  educated,  charming,  resourceful,  opportunistic.      vices:      cantankerous,  pessimistic,  scheming,  facetious,  profligate.      weapon  of  choice:      preferably  something  personal  /  close  combat  like  a  dagger  or  blunt  object.      moral  alignment:      neutral  evil.      hobbies:      training  with  his  dragon,  sailing,  sketching  /  painting,  pickpocketing,  hunting,  weapons  &  hand  to  hand  combat  practice.

four - connections.

parents:      maegelle  rogare  targaryen  &  syrio  rogare.      siblings:      visera  rogare  targaryen  &  rogare  targaryen  c.      birth  order:      middle  child.      relationship  status:      single.      children:      none.      pets:      never  referred  to  as  a  pet,  but  aerys  has  a  cat  sized  dragon  -  errax,  hatched  from  a  lapis  egg  that  clued  into  his  eventual  scale  coloring  along  with  gold  accents  and  bright  yellow  eyes.      other  relations:      house  sunglass  (  cousins  ).      past  relations:      none  atm  !

five - background.

the second child born to the growing rogare targaryen line was brought into the world on the thirteen day of the third moon in the year 291 after conquest. though neither would ever admit to favoring a gender, as regardless the child would be smothered with love, to bring a son into the world was an exciting feat. their household was never anything but chaos though aerys thrived in the environment. he grew up with stories of their great ancestors and how those who came before them sat on a throne of iron swords. house targaryen became a source of pride and he grew fascinated by the history of those with valyrian blood. his parents were two of his biggest heroes and whenever aerys wasn't vanishing off elsewhere, one could usually find his younger self steps behind.

growing up in valyria was a bit challenging but aerys has always had a habit of demanding satisfaction wherever he lands. as he got older he began to help with the rebuilding, helping himself once a scrawny young prince grew muscles after some training. while it would be nice to be somewhere spending most of his days relaxing with a plate of the finest fruits, he knows it is pointless to ignore the reality of the situation. perhaps one day he can have that too. he is as hospitable as he can be to those who join their growing kingdom, though is quick to remind those who wish them anything but success that there will be consequences for treason. his family means a great deal to him and he would do anything for them.

he has wanted nothing more than to have his own dragon. aerys has always been incredibly fixated on shrykos, his mother's dragon, wishing there were more of their kind in the realm. even if shrykos did not warm to the boy at first, earning many burns from the attempts at friendship, aerys did not stop until their familiarity was enough to earn him a closer look. imagine his excitement when three eggs are hatched, perfectly paired up for the amount of children in the family. there is no chance he will not bond to his dragon and the moment he spots his egg, a jewel toned blue that shimmers beautifully in the light, aerys knows the dragon will earn more attention from him than shrykos ever had. it is a good thing that when the egg hatches and aerys greets errax, a combination of his own name and those before him, the dragon warms almost instantly.

though he has traveled much in his life, both for the sake of adventure and running errands for loved ones, he has never thought to visit westeros. he has found comfort in the isolation of valyria from the rest of the world and enjoys the anonymity in essos, having multiple contacts in different cities for visiting. from what he has heard of the west, like the ending of house targaryen and his mother fleeing, he doesn't see the interest but would never deny helping make connections if that's the task asked of them. he thinks valyria could be the power of the realm with its full reconstruction and doesn't agree with wasting time trying to retake the iron throne. however, he knows that visera cannot be in two places at once and thinks that could potentially leave valyria to him. regardless of what happens, he is trying to help them all succeed, even if he has his own desires to go after too.

a charming prince who knows of his impact, he is never one to turn down the opportunity for even a slice of power. he looks forward to the day when house rogare targaryen makes themselves known to the world and begins to strike terror in hearts again with the growth of their dragons. king garlan tyrell, the usurper, will see the death and destruction of his house if it is the last thing aerys ever does. he would rather watch westeros burn to the ground than allow anyone to ever disrespect his house again. aerys is spoiled, loves to provoke enemies and is not familiar with hearing the word " no ". he has no issues hurting others or lying to get what he wants, but usually only when it benefits him or his house. can be a helpful alliance or an irritating enemy !

more headcanons :

due to his father's family's influence, as they had a large presence in aerys' upbringing, his natural accent is lyseni. he has traveled to most of essos, though, and can easily mask with a different region's dialect. valyrian is preferred over the westerosi tongue.

the wild dragon is a nickname earned from his childhood. aerys was always on the go, running around and never in the same place for too long. this continued as he got older, venturing out beyond and growing to love exploring. a wild prince, known for his exploration and mischievous behavior, also referred to as the son of ashes for the kingdom of valyria. fire cannot kill a dragon, he's told, but which is he more - targaryen or rogare ? will the distinction matter when the flames grow brighter ?

uses art as a means to relax. he has a sketchbook on him most of the time and keeps an easel in the bedchambers of wherever he's staying. his skill is quite good, even if he refuses to let anyone besides family see.

six - wanted.

pen pals - people aerys met at one point in time and has kept in contact with since ! they could be good pals by now or maybe not, maybe they're still writing because of a beneficial trade / alliance, who knows !

traveling companions - probably one or two people that aerys has traveled with a good amount or went on a trip / multiple trips with ! they would had to have traveled somewhere in essos as aerys is just now traveling to westeros for the first time.

friends, enemies, drinking buddies, aerys being a bad influence, i am down for anything !

[reignfms]

peace talks have seemingly gone on for endless days if you ask those simply waiting about. invited for the grand gesture but turned to dive into what highgarden has to offer to avoid dying of boredom. the southern king showboats to his greatest, pandering to those he can and taking up all of the other monarchs' time as much as he's able. they indulge him, but at what cost?

as the week comes to a close, many are hopeful the talks have gone well and they might see respite from this forced visit to the reach's capitol.

but you know what they say about wishful thinking...

most of our nobility and their staff are simply indulging in highgarden when suddenly troops storm from every space. fear rises, screams are heard, and questions are yelled as the troops bar everyone in highgarden where they are found in that moment.

the largest question circulates, what in the hell is going on?

hello demons ! it is time for another chaos drop. as you can see southern knights have flooded highgarden and barred everyone where they were found. there are no answers being offered, simply guards refusing to budge.

this plot drop does not go into affect IC until monday, we will make a post from the main when you can begin threads revolving it.

to avoid characters being stranded alone, we are offering the following locations for people to be trapped in: highgarden markets, the grand ballroom (being used as a giant dining room), the largest private garden of the tyrell family, or within the hedge maze.

please send in to the main what characters will be in what location by monday, aug 21. after this we will assign who is left at random and dm you with the results. please be sure to spread your muses around so each location has a diverse group of writers. multiple muses in one space are allowed for those who have more than 4 characters.

you can only thread with the people who are trapped with your character, so be mindful of the list and be sure you are responding to opens accordingly.

you are very much welcome to still continue your older threads.

as usual if you have questions, just ask !

HIGHGARDEN MARKETS

tharon redsmith

lucerys targaryen

vorian dayne

alys karstark

denyse martell

calla tarth

pimchanok targaryen

quellon greyjoy

tobias tarth

jelena dayne

willas marbrand

lukas harlaw

aranya baratheon

victario

rickard karstark

tessaria

myriah yronwood

elaena targaryen

aravis baratheon

talyn templeton

THE GRAND BALLROOM

emira tyrell

abraxas martell

alexia stark

ferah tyrell

kaelys greyjoy

kaina upcliff

aaliyah mormont

belthasar stout

vaella swann

anisa silk

sebastian manderly

nymeria martell

kieran bolton

cemal tyrell

darnell arryn

maery greyjoy

ryon martell

melina hightower

soren snow

brynden tully

PRIVATE GARDEN

hugo mormont

cedrick ryswell

dovasary dayne

thalina tully

sharra martell

doran martell

jon stark

serena karstark

alicent arryn

harrion stark

helaena mallister

cailin mallister

mace redwyne

aiyla frey

sunwoo lannister

meghan tully

alister wynch

BRIAR MAZE

daegon greyjoy

eirelia bracken

qhorin drumm

mavrick lannister

andar royce

melony drumm

osric arryn

sybell marbrand

oberyn martell

daeron

katerina blacktyde

guinevere lannister

vika ryswell

visera waters

cregan stark

brandon reed

timur blacktyde

[xastrainclinant]

day four with visera targaryen @bybloods

with  the  new  king  now  watching  them  all  with  a  crown  atop  his  brow  the  mood  in  the  gardens  seemed  to  be  ebullient.  pleasantries  exchanged  she  had  found  a  quieter  part  of  the  gardens  to  survey  the  proceedings,  indulging  in  a  quiet  moment  with  her  spouse  when  it  seemed  as  though  despite  rarely  straying  from  each  other's  side  there  had  scarcely  been  enough  time  together.  the  notion  almost  makes  her  balk  (  almost  but  not  quite  when  her  feeling  of  comfort  around  them  will  always  win  out  )  realising  that  she  had  become  almost  soft  in  their  company  and  that  their  side  was  the  one  place  she  wanted  to  be.  perhaps  that  was  why  when  a  familiar  figure  came  into  view  she  was  quick  to  leave  their  side  with  a  squeeze  of  their  hand  and  a  soft  smile,  attention  then  becoming  solely  focused  on  the  woman  before  her.  "lady  visa,  what  a  wonderful  surprise."  words  are  smooth  but  sincere,  fondness  ringing  clear  in  her  tone  as  she  continues.  "had  I  known  that  you  would  be  attending  I  would  have  sought  you  out  all  the  sooner  but  we  shall  simply  have  to  make  up  for  lost  time  now  -  how  have  you  fared?  I  trust  all  is  well  in  lys?"

[encirclet]

addressed   to          :         elaena  targaryen   /   @qcyqoyi​

when  visera  was  troubled  ,  she  turned  to  her  mother  .  for  a  girl  who  coveted  and  valued  her  independence  in  all  other  areas  ,  it  was  a  diversion  from  her  usual  character  —  but  she  saw  no  issue  in  it  .  before  her  mother  had  married  simon  and  before  rhaenara  had  been  born  ,  it  had  been  just  the  two  of  them  .  visera  liked  to  think  that  her  mother  needed  her  just  as  much  as  she  needed  elaena  .  “  will  we  be  allowed  to  visit  the  dragons  ?  ”  she  queries  after  a  few  moments  of  combing  through  rhaenara’s  hair  gently  as  the  young  lady  sat  in  her  lap  ,  though  the  thought  has  been  burning  in  her  mind  since  sunspear’s  gates  had  slammed  shut  —  seemingly  for  an  extended  period  .  she  had  not  been  without  darksmoke  since  they  had  bonded  ,  and  the  distance  was  doing  her  no  good  .  “  i  believe  i  already  know  the  answer  .  ”

[nebulaafterdark]

The Succession (Part 4)

Summary: After the battle of Rook’s Rest, Queen Y/N is forced to rule alongside Prince Regent Aemond, in an attempt to keep her children safe and eventually seat her mother, Rhaenyra, on the throne. While attending her husband, on what appears to be his deathbed, she begins to unravel the dark truth of his near passing.

Aegon Targaryen x Velaryon(Strong)!Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

“Shhh,” Daemon rocks his wailing grandson.

Aegon the fourth remained quiet during their ride to Harrenhal, though he has since realized the man holding him is not his father.

“Are congratulations in order?” Alys calls. “I’d no idea you were expecting a babe.”

“He’s not mine,” Daemon tells her, “and he very well knows it.”

“Where did he come from?” The woman wonders.

“Come,” he ignores the question, “you’ve got the hair, see if he’ll take to you.”

“Her grace’s son.” Alys realizes, “I can’t imagine she’s happy about that.”

“If men off the streets can steal one of her heirs, anyone could.” Daemon reasons, “she has left the children weakly protected. I solved the issue.”

“If you say so,” the woman takes the babe from him, carefully. “Does he have a name?” Princess Y/N’s line is ever growing, it’s impossible to remember them all.

“Aegon, fourth of his name.”

“Named for the Conqueror,” Alys coos, allowing the child to take hold of her dark locks.

“My son, Aegon, is named after the Conqueror, this child was named for his father.”

“This babe is of very old magic.” She tells him, “he knows your distaste of those dearest to him.”

“He is a babe.” Daemon scoffs, “he knows naught but to feed and wet.”

“Yet he cries for you, and quiets for me.”

“Because you have the hair.”

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Y/N’s search for Aemond continues as members of the King’s guard race about the castle.

From the windows of the Keep, smallfolk call out. “Dragons!”

“Dragons?” Y/N stops one of the white cloaks with her hand.

“You must return to his grace, my Queen. We are under attack.”

“What of my son?”

“No stone will be left unturned, your grace. The Prince will be found.” The guard assures her.

Y/N releases his arm, taking the stairs two at a time down to the dragon pit. “I need Stormborn.” She tells the nearest keeper.

“Your grace?” The woman turns to her, “she has not flown since the loss of Sunfyre.”

“I’ll see to her myself,” Y/N decides, rushing past her. Her children’s dragons and Dreamfyre pay her little mind.

Stormborn lies with her head resting on her front legs.

“Rytsas, ñuha riña.” Hello, my girl. She addresses her in High Valryian.

The dragon whines.

“Nyke gīmigon iksā ojūdan mijegon Sunfyre. Iksan ojūdan tolī, yn istiti sīmonagon toliot īlva ōdres se sōvegon hēnkirī istin tolī.” I know you are lost without Sunfyre. I am lost too, but we must rise above our pain and fly together once more.

Stormborn extends her wing, allowing Y/N to climb onto her saddle.

“Sōvegon.” Fly.

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“Is it terribly painful, father?” Visera asks, seated beside Dahlia on the right side of Aegon’s bed.

“Well, it is not pleasant.” Aegon admits, feeling her little fingers squeeze his. “But I have the maesters and your mother to help care for me. Each day the pain is less.”

Dahlia says nothing, staring at her father with tears in her eyes.

“Do not cry, my dearest love.” Aegon breathes.

“I worry for you, father.” She sobs.

“Come here.” He reaches for her with his unharmed arm.

“Mother said we mustn’t touch you.”

“See here, where the bandages are?” Aegon motions to his left side. “That is where I am hurt, you can touch me safely on this side. It’s alright.”

Dahlia carefully lies her head against his shoulder.

Aegon strokes her silver hair. “This will pass.”

She nods.

“Say it to me,” so he knows she understands.

“This will p-pass,” the little girl chokes out.

Visera rubs her sister’s back.

“Are you still doing alright, my darling?” Aegon asks his second eldest daughter.

“Yes, father.”

He catches her hand at Dahlia’s back giving a squeeze.

Laenor is easily entertained on the floor by Chérie, at only two years of age he does not understand that his father is fragile. The prince loves to pounce on his Papa.

When he finally does point toward his father, Chérie takes him into her arms, holding him over Aegon’s bed. “My Papa.”

“That is your Papa.” Chérie smiles, smoothing a hand through his light curls.

“I love you, sweet boy.” Aegon grins, despite the pain it causes.

The little boy looks to Chérie, “him wants a kiss?”

Aegon swallows hard, “I should love a kiss, but no hands please.”

Chérie is sure to hold Laenor’s arms to his sides as she dips him down to meet his father’s cheek.

“Oh, thank you, my darling. I feel much better.” Aegon thanks him. “Chérie?”

“Yes, your grace?”

“Might we have the maids so you are free to check in on our other endeavors?” Y/N and Aegon IV.

“At once, my King.” Chérie nods.

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“Has there been any lead on the Queen’s whereabouts?” Ser Criston asks.

“We’ve word from the dragonkeepers, they say she took to the sky.”

“I see the same two dragons,” Cole remarks. “Neither of which belong to her grace. Bring them down.”

Vermax and Moondancer circle the Red Keep, despite the firing of arrows from the castletop.

Jace spots his sister’s dragon, flying up to meet them.

“What are you doing?” Y/N demands, once she’s within earshot.

“We’ve come to provide you safe passage to Dragonstone.”

“Mother sent you?”

“No.” Jacaerys purses his lips.

“You must return to her. I cannot leave.” Y/N informs him, “Aegon is missing, stolen from his rooms. Guards are searching the halls as well speak.”

“How’d someone manage to steal the King?” Jacaerys wonders.

“My son,” Y/N clarifies. “I believe Aemond had a hand in it, but I’ve not been able to find him.”

“We will find him together,” Baela offers.

“I mean to kill him.”

“Even better,” Jace remarks.

A cluster of clouds roll over the sun, shrouding the earth in darkness. Then the storm breaks, and the dragons dance.

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“Hold your fire!” Ser Criston calls, “that is your Queen.”

The arches lower their arrows, watching on as Vhagar charges one of the smaller dragons.

Despite Stormborn’s strength, she is but a third the size of Vhagar.

“Who is with the Queen?”

Cole paid little mind to the dragons, until a few short days ago. He knows the King’s and the Queen’s. Vhagar, of course. But he knows little of Rhaenyra’s dragons and from their current position, it is impossible to identify their riders. “It matters little. Rally the maesters now, they must prepare to receive her grace.”

“For what injuries?” The archer asks.

“Those similar to the King’s.”

“His grace was wearing armor made of Valryian steel…the Queen will not survive a fall of the same magnitude in only her riding gear.”

“I said ready the maesters!” Ser Criston snaps.

One of the smaller dragons fall, green with red wings, into the surrounding woods.

“Locate the fallen dragon and their rider. They must be identified.”

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“Jace!”

Moondancer is trapped in Vhagar’s hold as Y/N circles back, soaring up over Vhagar.

“Sir, Stormborn!” Now, Stormborn.

The dragon growls, sinking her talons into the larger dragon’s eyes.

Y/N tugs her reigns upwards, effectively blinding the beast and allowing Baela to escape her clutch. “Go now!” Y/N yells, hoping the other woman can hear her over Vhagar’s howling.

Aemond tries desperately to calm her, but the dragon is no longer heeding his command.

Baela nods, taking Moondancer to ground in search of Vermax and Jacaerys.

More damage has been done to the old dragon than even Y/N realized. The flapping of her wings slows, her blood staining the earth beneath them. Vhagar uses her last bit of strength to fly Aemond level with Stormborn.

Like a man possessed, he jumps, sword drawn onto Y/N’s saddle. Sinking his blade clean through her left shoulder. He grunts, crudely yanking it free, “I meant it for your heart.”

Y/N swings her leg out, kicking at him, as she clutches her injury. Scarlet droplets blooming between her fingers.

Aemond scoffs, “you’re finished, bastard.”

At her rider’s command, Stormborn leans to her left…and Aemond falls.

Part 5

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 “  how  is  your  dragon  coming  along  ,  young  one  ?  ”  lucerys  never  did  check  on  others  like  he  did  visera  ,  but  something  inside  of  the  targaryen  always  felt  drawn  to  check  on  the  young  waters.  perhaps  it  was  simply  because  he  knew  how  harsh  the  world  could  be  to  bastards  ,  or  perhaps  because  he  knew  how  hard  it  could  be  to  find  oneself  just  outside  of  a  house  you  are  rightfully  born  into.  //  @encirclet​​  (  visera  )