#whatever you say about incest or daemon and rhaenyra

[blackpinksoo]

said it once before say it again hod fans are so fucking stupid

[starogeorgina]

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝

Parings: Alys Rivers x reader, Daemyra x reader

Warnings: Smut, swearing, choking, incest, slight dubcon (under the influence of magic)

You had yet to decide if being forced to travel to Harrenhal alone in the name of your brother and king, Aegon, to persuade the river lords to fight for him was the best or worst thing to happen to you during the war. You arrived days before Daemon did, but you had barely spoken to anyone; you had been far too trapped in your own mind to rally an army.

“Good girl, just like that.”

Alys’s praise causes the throbbing between your legs to worsen. If the rumors were to be believed, Alys Rivers was a witch, and you weren’t sure if you believed she was anything other than a temptress. From the moment your dragon landed at Harrenhal, you sensed something shifting—a charge in the air. You arrived during the hour of the owl, and Ser Simon Strong had been a gracious hoist and honest about not bending the knee to Aegon from the beginning. He also warned you to stay away from Alys.

She starts rutting against your face while you suck on her clit. “Are you going to do everything I say, precious?”

Unable to answer verbally, you nod.

“Good. I know that tongue of yours can be used for more than just a witty comeback, so I expect you to use it on the silver-haired queen.”

You nod again.

Alys looks down at you with a smirk on her face; she thrives welding such power over a dragon. She strokes your hair and says, “You’ll take the king consort's seed and seduce the queen. Pleasure her as you do me.”

Perhaps Alys was a witch; it was the only logical reason why you would agree to such a thing.

Alys squeezes your breast, causing you to press your thighs together. She moans, “I want you to moan for them. Let them hear the sweet sounds of you coming undone.”

You finally remove your mouth from her cunny. “What do I do after?”

“When they are done fucking you, you come and find me.” She smiles down at you, her hand delicately resting above your forehead. “But first, you will finish pleasuring me, and then I shall return the favor until the time is right.”

—

“She’s been too busy burying her head between the witch's thighs to raise an army.”

Daemon wasn’t wrong; you were preoccupied with Alys when Rhaenyra arrived at Harrenhal. The army her husband had gathered bent the knee to her, and the couple had reunited. You raise your brows, challenging him, “Jealous?”

His lips twitch as he fights back the urge to lash back, but the look on Rhaenyra's face prevents him from saying anything further. She had you brought to their bedchamber to speak in privacy. “Last we spoke, you mentioned your mother was pushing to find you a match; did you make one?”

“I refused every man she put before me.”

The line of questioning had nothing to do with the war being waged. Perhaps the witch was messing with everyone's minds.

“Why?” She asks sternly.

“Mirre se vali sia nākostōbā.” (All the men were weak.)

She smirks, “You want to marry someone who shares the blood of the dragon.”

“No, I don’t want to marry them. I just want their seed.” You chuckle, “Don’t look so surprised, sister; we both know the men we choose to marry don’t need to father whatever children we bear. I don’t see an issue with wanting to keep our bloodline pure.”

Rhaenyra and Daemon share a look. They silently exchange words, and when Rhaenyra nods her husband's strut over to you, he takes your chin in his hand. “The queen is not only generous; she is merciful. She will spare your life and will allow me to fill you with my seed, but only if you swear to fight for her.”

“I swear.”

“Sȳz riña.” (Good girl)

Rhaenyra traces her hand along the curve of your ass. “The child and any dragon they bond with will only fight for me.”

“Yes.”

Daemon comes up behind you and rubs your breasts through your dress. When he feels your nipples become hard, he pinches them. His lips brush against your ear. “Say yes, my queen.”

“Yes, my queen.”

He chuckled cruelly, “such a wanton princess.

“A spoilt princess,” Rhaenyra adds. “Strip for us.”

Quickly, you take off your dress and stand naked in front of them. The thought of being touched by them both excited and terrified you.

Rhaenyra looks you up and down with a wicked smile on her face. “Lay on your back and open your legs.”

Following her command, you get onto the bed and lay on your back. The blue sheets beneath you are soft against your skin. Heat rushes to your cheeks when you spread your legs open and expose yourself to both of them.

Rhaenyra tuts seeing how wet you are. “And I suppose I’ll need to make sure you’re ready to take the king's cock,” her tone mocking, yet she slides her nails across the soft flesh of your thigh, then slides a finger into your wet cunny with ease. “She is tight.”

“Oh,” Daemon taps his cock against your mouth. As soon as your lips parted, Daemon shoved himself into your mouth. “You are indeed a merciful queen.”

Rhaenyra removed her own clothing; the curves of her body are a beautiful sight to see. She stands between your legs and leans down. She flicks her tongue over your clit a few times, but when you moan, she stops. “You are enjoying this far too much. This is a privilege you should be working harder for.”

Like an obedient worker in a pillow house, you take him deeper into your mouth. Daemon groans, feeling the vibrations of you gagging on his cock. He wipes the saliva pooling from your mouth and spreads it across your breasts. “You enjoy being used; perhaps we will bring you back to Dragonstone to be the queen's whore. Would you like that?”

You nod while choking on him.

“She’s so wet.” Rhaenyra kneels between your thighs, and her tongue dips in between your folds.

Daemon pulls his cock from your mouth and watches as his wife scissors two fingers inside your cunt and sucks on your clit, stretching you out for him. From the skilled way Rhaenyra fucks you with her finger and mouth, you know this isn’t the first time she’s touched a woman.

Coming undone, you arch your back and coat her fingers with your juices.

Rhaenyra and Daemon switch places, and while he slides the head of his cock between your folds, you take Rhaenyra's breast into your mouth and suck greedily.

Daemon mumbles something in High Valyrian, then roughly pushes into you, stretching your cunt on his cock.

Feeling your body tense, Rhaenyra glides her hand over your stomach and, using two fingers, starts rubbing your clit. “You are taking him well. Is this your first time being bedded by a man?”

You let go of her breast to answer her, “Yes.”

Daemon lightly slaps your thigh.

“Yes, my queen.”

Smirking Daemon says, “The princess is learning quickly.”

Alys voice echoes inside your head, telling you to please Rhaenyra just as you did her. “My queen, please, let me pleasure you with my mouth.”

Her free hand is suddenly around your neck, and Rhaenyra squeezes hard to make you squirm without completely cutting off your air supply. Her lips graze against yours. “Do you think you deserve to taste me?”

“No, my queen, I don't. But I do wish to make you feel good.”

Rhaenyra smashes her lips against yours, then abruptly pulls away. Daemon speeds up his thrusts while Rhaenyra gets onto the bed and straddles your face. Alys has taught you how to fuck a woman with your tongue and fingers, and it doesn’t take Rhaenyra long to start moaning your name.

Her screams of pleasure are silenced by Daemon when he captures his lips.

The sounds of them kissing are exhilarating. Your legs are gripped tightly and held open wider as Daemon’s thrusts become sloppy. It only takes a few more rubs at your clit for you to come undone again, but your moans are muffled by Rhaenyra’s cunt. The vibrations of your moans tip her over the edge; she squeezes your breast harshly while riding her high against your face.

Daemon fingers dig into your hips. He grunts, spilling his seed inside you.

Rhaenyra gets off you and tenderly kisses your neck; her skin is shinny with sweat, and her head is disheveled. She looks beautiful. “What are you thinking about, princess?”

“That Harrenhal is cursed.”

Confused by your answer, she rests her head against your shoulder while Daemon caresses your leg with one hand and strokes his half-erect cock with the other. The king consort was far from done with you.

Somewhere in the distance, you hear Alys giggling. Taking Daemon’s seed was only the beginning of her plan.

[youraverageaemondsimp]

“You belong to me and me only.” // Aemond Targaryen x Aunt!Hightower!Reader

MDNI

WARNINGS: dubcon, p in v sex, canon typical incest, breeding kink, noncon voyeurism, jealous!aemond, kinda toxic, tiddy sucking, degradation, humiliation, dacryphilia(?), rough sex, choking, reader's age is left up to interpretation. + not proofread // based on this request.

WC: 2k

You were reading a book in allotted chambers when you felt the noise of a stone slide, you sighed already knowing who it was before you got up and turned to face the intruder, arms crossed. Aemond was in your room before he came close to you and embraced you, “Aunt.” he whispers, nose buried at the top of your head before he takes in the scent of you, hair smelling like roses.

You push him away and put your book down on the table before putting some distance between you and Aemond, “You should leave.” you say and he furrowed his eyebrows, “What the fuck do you mean by that?” he grits his teeth and you sigh. “Aemond, I am to be married soon, I cannot continue this….whatever this is, with you.” you speak, “But I love you.” he replies.

“I know, and I love you too, but my sister has declined our betrothal.” you try to speak some sense into him.

“I do not give a shit about my mother's opinion on this matter, I want you. I want to have you, your body and soul.” Aemond says and you feel butterflies erupt in your stomach at that but you quickly push them away before you shake your head.

“It is useless.” you reply.

“I would rather burn this keep to the ground with vhagar than watch you marry someone that isn't me, aunt.” he grits his teeth as he proclaims angrily.

“My dear, I know it is upsetting, but we cannot do anything about this-” you try convincing him but he lets out a sound similar to a growl before storming off.

Just then a guard informs you of the dinner you were supposed to have with all of the family, yes that included Rhaenyra and her family.

Your maids quickly get you ready for the dinner, donning you in a beautiful green down, with a squared neck cut and slightly puffed sleeves, gold lacing incriminated into the cloth, not extravagant, simple enough dress which was suitable for dinner.

You wore your hair loose, except the two strands that were braided and put together at the back of your head, and then you wore your most valuable gift of all, a valyrian steel necklace, thin braided, with a sapphire drooping down the middle, small and heart shaped.

It was a gift from Aemond, it's not he hadn't gifted you other things, it's just that this necklace was something that you liked the most and the one which held meaning to you, after all it was the necklace you had received after Aemond had confessed his feelings for you.

And just like that, you were ready for dinner.

You sat down on your chair and watched as Aemond talked to Aegon, Aemond had switched places and sat right next to you, which earned a look from Alicent who Aemond paid no mind to.

Dinner was going well, everyone seemed to be getting along, Luke and Jace were on their best behaviour today, it seems their mother had finally reprimanded them.

That was what you thought until you caught Daemon Targaryen staring at you, at first you thought it was a mistake, but he for sure was staring at you, or rather at your cleavage.

You watched as he took a sip of his wine, eyes flickering down to your breasts before up to your face, he gave you a small smirk before drinking.

You noticed how visibly uncomfortable Rhaenyra was and you felt so bad for her, you shrugged off and pretended nothing ever happened, until you heard your sister bring up the topic of Aemond's betrothal.

What shocked you most was that she had said that Aemond was the one who proposed it.

A marriage alliance to the Baratheon House.

Floris Baratheon.

You clenched your jaw in jealousy and anger, you knew you were both meant to part ways, in fact you were the one who bought it up in the first place anyways but that didn't matter, you were angry, at both him and yourself for feeling like this.

You simply gave him a glare from your side, before turning your attention to the man who was sitting across, he still shamelessly checked you out. And then you got an idea.

You leaned in front of the table, pretending as though you were fetching something, causing the flesh of your breasts to almost spill out, giving Daemon the time of the day, his face flickered over to your face and you gave him an innocent smile before sitting back, nobody seemed to have noticed except for Aemond at what you had done.

Then you felt something trail up the front of your leg and you looked at Daemon who now had a relaxed expression as his boot made its way upwards your skirts, trailing a path, and you pulled your legs back, and shot him a smirk, basically inviting him in.

Aemond had begun to notice all this, the way when your hands would linger longer whenever you would pass something to his uncle, the way he stared at your chest, it made him mad.

He proposed this marriage so that you would break and create a scene and get you and him married. But this isn't what he had expected.

He finally snapped when he heard your sweet laugh, which was drawn by daemon's joke, he slammed his fists on the table and before anyone can process it he's pushing the food off and slams you by your head on the table kicking your chair off forcing your legs straight. You were extremely taken aback by this.

“Since you want to parade yourself like a whore, I will treat you like one.” he growls before he hikes your skirts up and you panic, struggling and Alicent looks at this in horror, everyone looks as if they're scared.

“Aemond! Stop this right now!” Alicent tries to come over to help you but he shoots her a look and she backs down, scared that her son might hurt her as well.

He quickly undoes his breeches, he didn't care if everyone was watching him, that's exactly what he wanted, he slipped into your folds with such brutality that made you moan loudly and claw at the table, you tried fighting him off but he held your hands together at your back and let go of your neck, spanking your ass.

“Look at this, already so fucking wet.” he collects the wetness yout produced and smears it across your skin, and just then you were able to feel how wet you were.

“Fucking whore.” he says as he starts snapping his hips at a brutal pace causing you to moan, it was so humiliating, to have everyone watch you while he fucks you, they're too scared to interefere, Alicent closes her eyes at this act of depravity being displayed, and everyone seems to be looking anywhere but whatever was being displayed, and Aemond was visibly annoyed, he wanted everyone to look, to see how much of a whore you were, he wanted to humiliate you.

“Look at this uncle, wasn't this bitch just flirting with you moments ago? Watch how she is moaning underneath me now.” he grunts, thrusting, making your body jolt up the table, and Daemon stares at you, unashamed.

You burst into tears, feeling insulted and humiliated, “Dear aunt, are you crying right now? Don't, you were the one who wanted to act like a whore from the silk streets.” he coos mockingly and you sniff, his thrusts become sloppy before he pushes him to the hilt and finishes inside you, before pulling out and wearing his breeches, before smoothly walking his way out, leaving you unsatisfied and on the table, a mess.

Alicent comes towards you and pulls your skirts down, she seems to be at the verge of crying as well, fixing you up and giving you a hug and you just looked at everything in a daze, mad and humiliated.

But most of all unsatisfied.

Aemond didn't let you finish, but sought out his own pleasure like a cunt.

That's what made you mad.

“Let's pretend nothing happened here, and Aemond.. That mangrown… ” Alicent sighs and everyone nods, looking at you in pity and you just feel tears streaming down your face, and your sister wipes them away.

You left the scene, going back to your chambers, and the sight in front of you made you mad.

Aemond was in your chambers.

“What the fuck are you doing here, get out.” You say sternly and he turns to look at you, you close the door behind you before lunging at him, and he seems taken aback by this but he dodges, and grabs you by your neck before applying pressure, causing you to see stars as the oxygen was so slowly deprived from you.

He pushes you onto the bed, hand leaving your neck as he rips your gown apart, the material tearing, causing your breasts to spill out, he grips them tightly, nails biting into your skin causing sparks of pain, you gripped his hands trying to pull them off but he only held on tighter, “He was staring at these,” he growls, “But he doesn't know that they belong to me.” he takes your breast in his mouth, tongue circling around your nipple, causing you whine before he bites down harshly, making you arch your back and grip his hair.

He pulls away and trails kisses down your body, stopping at your cunt, he pulls your legs apart, revealing your folds to him, he moans at the sight, his previously stuff spend leaking outside, and coating your thighs, he licks at of it up before his lips descend onto your pearl, he sucks on it, tongue flicking up and down your bud, you throw your hand back and moan, hands coming up to grip his hair as you rut against his face, he moans into your cunt, relishing in the combined taste of you and him, he pushes his finger inside your hole as he kisses your bud, thrusting in and out, fingers curling upwards to hit your spot.

And soon, you come all over his hands and he moans at the way your cunt clenches around his digits, “Fuck- need to be inside you once again.” he pulls his fingers out and replaces it with his cock, pushing past your folds and sitting all snuggly inside.

He leans down to kiss your neck, biting at it to leave marks, he fucks you at a brutal pace, making your body jolt, and the bed creak against the floor.

He pulls away from your neck to watch your fucked out expression, drool dripping from the side of your mouth, which he leans in and licks it up before kissing you, your moans are muffled by it.

He felt himself near once again, “I can't wait to fill you up, maybe at the earlier display, and my son growing in your womb, she might wed us.” he tells you his plan easily and you nod.

“You'd be so pretty, all full and round of my child, trying to waddle around, trying to keep up with my pace— ah! fuck!” he moans as he spills himself inside you, all the thoughts only spurring him on further.

And you feel your band snap at the same time, cumming along with him, moaning extremely loudly, chanting his name like a prayer.

He pulls out and watches his cum drip out of you, he scoops it up and shoves it back inside, and you wince from the overstimulation.

“You belong to me, and me only, do you understand?” he growls and you nod.

“I want to hear it.”

“Yes, Aemond, I understand.” you say.

And soon, Alicent weds you both, the entire family was quiet during the celebration, knowing the reason why, yet they all congratulated you.

Aemond finally got what he wanted at the end.

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[howdoesagrapewrites]

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐈𝐈

Plot: Imagine being the legitimized bastard of Daemon Targaryen, and having a very devoted family.

Cw: incest/targcest, yandere/lovesick behavior, unhealthy relationships, platonic and romantic yanderes, not everyone is romantically involved with reader, yandere EVERYONE x reader, Aegon II is creepy

Notes: someone told me they were waiting for part 2  🥹 btw I hate the show's timeline as a book reader because it makes absolutely no sense and I can't write properly, halfway through this I literally have decided to throw it away and run with what my heart tells me, otherwise I'll combust

>When your father came back from the war of the stepstones in 115 a.c, newly wed to Laena Velaryon, you didn't think anything was going to change, right?

>You missed the Vale, you didn't like seeing your father and Rhea fighting, but she was so kind, just like your wet nurse, she wasn't here in the castle either

>But there was a lot of new people here, and you liked them all, since they're all your family, it is only natural you'd love them all, they often say they love you too

>When the news of Rhea's death and Daemon's nuptials came, almost arriving together, it sparked a sense of empathy and compassion throughout the red keep

>All of the Targaryens were already too "heedful" with your care, declaring you'd be cared for only by family, and in the extraordinary case no one was around, there was two very meticulously chosen handmaidens who were to watch over you until a family member was available

>This measure was whispered from Otto Hightower to king Viserys, this passed as a safety measure, saying that because of your origins, you were at risk, setting the infamous "princess of Flea Bottom" title as precedent to say you were not welcomed by everyone, and therefore in danger (even if everyone who was even rumoured to be against your stay in the castle, had already been "taken care of"). Of course no one objected

>This reawoke an old rivalry between Rhaenyra and Alicent, old playmates with unspoken grudges, now desperate to prove they could be a better, more adequate influence in your life

>Willfully ignoring your young age, and the fact you'll likely forget half of whatever they say by the time you're ten, what matter is that even when Daemon takes you away, you'll be able to remember one of them with particular fondness

>It was the truth, a hard and bitter truth, that you'd have to eventually leave, everyone looking for excuses to give to Daemon once he arrived, in order to keep you around longer, maybe indefinitely

>Alicent felt uneasy when thinking of stealing you away from your sire, as much as she disliked Daemon, and believed you'd be much better off being raised as hers, along with her children, you clearly loved him, you drew pictures and saved "treasures" to give to him once he returned

>You also used to ask about Rhea, no one had the heart to tell you, but still fearing the crude words your father would use to tell you of her passing, after all, Rhea was still "his bronze bitch". Finally, it was Viserys who had to break the news to you, he was considerate and comforting, even explaining how his parents and former wife passed away as well, and how he still carries them in his heart

>You lacked the proper cognitive development to fully process it, but it made you sad you were never to see Rhea again, this made you even closer to Viserys

>Alicent wondered if there was a possibility of offering one of his son's hands, if that would make you stay, she certainly wouldn't be displeased to have as a daughter in law, Rhaenyra did the same, after all, wasn't the heir to the iron throne a much better match?

>But the day finally came, where you had to leave

>Your father forsook his crown as King of the narrow sea to Viserys, who humorously put the crown on your little head, and named you princess of the narrow sea

>With the crown falling to your forehead due to its size, you hugged your father as soon as you saw him, with giggles and words of affection, as much as it endeared them, it broke everyone's heart to remember how your time in the red keep was nothing but extraordinary. Viserys thanked the seven no one could hear his thoughts, it would be improper for a king to wish for war, just to keep his baby niece around

>This moment created a long string of creative bards singing about Y/N Targaryen, princess of the narrow sea, queen of hearts

>It was finally time for you to go to leave, Laena was ecstatic to take you with her after meeting you for the first time, but she was a smart girl and noticed she was taking away something very precious

>But celebrations had passed and it was time to go

>You lived in Pentos for the next 10 years of your life, with your father, step-mother and little sisters, Rhaena and Baela

>Daemon was not so happy to take you to King's Landing for different events, however, Laena said it was good for you to be around your cousins and nephews, good for the twins as well

>And she said that since you had your own dragon, it's best to just, it'd be better for you to not feel trapped, otherwise one day you'll just get on dragonback and do as you please

>Daemon did not like the idea of you ever leaving or having enough independence to just hop on a dragon and leave, but he understood his wife was right

>When Laena lightheartedly told the prince of Pentos that he must only ask if he wished to marry one of the girls, Daemon grimaced in his classic unsubtle fashion

>You and your sisters were excitedly ogling the new dragon egg that was meant for your sibling

>One night, Rhaena came to your room looking for comfort, she feared her new little brother or sister would have a great dragon like Vhagar, or swift as Moondancer and then she'd be left alone

>You had Dagahrion, and Baela had Moondancer, both dragons were bonded with you since birth, but Rhaena's died shortly after hatching. She was given another egg, that sadly had not even hatched

>According to the dragonkeepers, Dagahrion still needed a little more time before you could safely ride, and Moondancer had a long way to go.

>Dagahrion and Moondancer were polar opposites, where Moondancer was small, slender and agile, with lightly coloured pale sage green scales and pearl horns, Dagahrion was growing larger by the day, heavy and mighty, with black scales that shone like a green tourmaline in the sun, and dark laurel colored horns. The dragons would often play together, and were called "the greyhound and the mastiff"

>Rhaena feared her bond with you would be outshined by the future races and sky stunts you and Baela would share. And when Aemond took Vhagar, it felt even worse

>After Laena's death, you had lost a mother again. You deeply mourned her, but you felt a different kind of sadness watching Rhaenys coddle the girls in the funeral, and Corlys telling Lucerys he'd be the lord of Driftmark. Rhaenys had you on her embrace as well, but the looks on you had brought a bitter truth to your attention, one that was nonexistent in Pentos, and swept under the rug in King's Landing. You were a bastard. The whimsical melodies about the princess of the narrow sea, had made you forget the princess was born illegitimate

>You were now 13, and the stares and whispers your family shielded you from, were words much easier to put together, faces much easier to see

>The lords and ladies gossiped when everyone ran to hug you before the true orphans, you felt guilty

>"Lady Laena leaves two true-born daughters on the coast" said Vaemon. You smiled through the pain

>Your father started laughing to try and shut him up, it worked

>It also pained you to reunite with your beloved playmates, and see Aegon, your azantys, who you admired, now turned into a creep. He hugged you longer than he did with anyone else, but his hands lingered in a way you couldn't enjoy

>Lucerys and Jacaerys were there with you and your sisters, just like you could see the look thrown at you, you could see them being thrown the way of the Velaryon brothers. You didn't talk much, but you enjoyed their company

>Aemond tried to latch onto you and take you to where his family was, but after some time you had to return to your sisters, he didn't like that

>Helaena was just like you remembered her, she was still ever so gentle and had so many things to tell you about her bugs

>But some of her words were now cryptic to you

>"My dear Y/N, dragon in the flesh, do not believe the dragons in thread" she kept repeating, not even looking at you

>You slept in the room that was meant for your father, he hadn't returned yet. You slept in the second bed in that room rather than with the other children, you wanted to cry, but wanted to appear strong for your sisters, so you preferred to be away for the night

>However, the ruckus woke you up, Aemond stole Vhagar, and Lucerys made him lose an eye

>Jacaerys told you about the "hilarious" time they gave Aemond a pig, you silently reprimanded them, you didn't find it funny, but to go and steal Rhaena's last connection to her mother?

>Vhagar was not a heirloom, not a thing, but Rhaena deserved a chance to try to tame her before others did

>You were upset, however tried to stay at Aemond's side, after all, he was the one who lost an eye

>At least until you heard your nephew. "He called us bastards", you looked at him with a sad, disappointed expression before completely (and literally) turning your back on him to go console your sisters

>Rhaena was the most affected, her connection to her late mother, and to her sisters, was stolen by Aemond. In the moment, she feared Aemond would steal you away too, you seemed to be fond of him, and the queen would often tell stories of how close you were with her children. Losing you to Baela was one thing, she was her twin, and you would be within reach, but Aemond?

>Aemond was true to his words when he said gaining a dragon was worth losing an eye

>But he wasn't so sure it was worth losing you

[aereasrage]

The Favorite pt. 5

summary: a trapped damsel promised to another, kidnapped by a conniving prince. wait…why does that sound so familiar?

cw: mentions of sexual assault and kidnapping (though no one has become a victim of either), r , l & r if they slayed, NSFW, incest, oral (reader receiving) and piv while the whole red keep mad af

notes: don’t let your nephew’s murder stop you from having sex with your other nephew

word count: 3.2k

Helaena walked slowly into her mother’s bedroom, sinking to the ground with Jaehaera in her arms, silent. When prompted to speak, all she could say is: “They’ve killed my boy. I went to her room…she’s left.”

The ensuing frenzy was madness. A queen and the heirs she’d given the king had been kidnapped, moreover, Jaehaerys had been killed. There were no heirs to succeed Aegon should he fall in the war. There was an urgent scatter to find whoever had stolen the queen away but all that could be found were the murderers of Jaehaerys sent on Prince Daemon’s orders. All that they knew was that there were other about the keep that night looking for the new queen consort and that she must surely be alive as she was beloved of Prince Jacaerys, coveted of him too. And that was all Aegon needed to know to understand that his wife and children had been taken by his rivals.

That was enough in and of itself to send him into a rage. “My wife was kidnapped and where were you?” He asked of Criston, turned suspicion of everyone and everything.

When Criston had no answer, Alicent stepped in. She had been awake since the previous night, biting her nail-beds bloody as she realized her daughter’s complete disappearance from the safety of her grasp. And what was she doing? She wasn’t with her, when they came for her. She should have died trying to keep her. “If they say that she is alive, we must move most carefully to avoid her being tormented. Whatever their demands—”

“My wife is being raped by the bastard prince as we speak!” He yelled at her. “And you speak of demands! There are no demands! He wishes her to be his own!”

Alicent flinched at that. She’d held fast to the thought that her daughter would not be harmed, Rhaenyra was not cruel and Jace, though a covetous boy born of lust with more of it in his own heart, showed no love of misery or violence. She could only pray that her foolishly optimistic heart was correct and no one was hurting you. But right then, the prognosis was grim considering there were no demands offered, nothing seen or heard of you. You could have been long dead and all her hope for nothing at all. The possibilities were overwhelmingly dreadful, they forced her to quiet and let Aegon have his histrionics.

Everywhere she turned, her abject fear was ignored. She needed somewhere to confess that your absence was her penance, needed something to do which would please the seven and bring you back to her. But there was no succor to be found anywhere. She had gone into your room, even, to observe the place in which Helaena had realized your absence. Her hands had gently soothed across that dip in the sheets, her fingers collected the hairs left on your pillow. She stood there as if caught in the same trance which had gripped your sister the night you left. She found herself staring at the absence of you, for what? To punish herself perhaps and perhaps simply because a childish part of her hoped your return could be as easy as wishing.

She had to go to Helaena eventually although she had not even the strength to pretend that interacting with her while they were both…the way they were, was anything but exhausting. Helaena, her eldest daughter, reminded her of the absence of her youngest. And Alicent, no doubt, reminded the mourning mother of her missing sister who abandoned her in her greatest hour of need. What had she done that this was written into her fate irrevocably? Why did she have to lose a son and a sister all at once? Had it been because always she had taken the sweet comfort you provided for granted even knowing what the future held? She’d have given whatever she had left to make you reappear.

Alicent had come to deliver the news of the funeral procession. When she was sure Helaena had accepted the inevitability of it, she found it within her to utter one comfort. “The realm will see your sister’s absence. They will win our war and bring her back to us.”

Helaena shook her head. “She abandoned me. She- she went on dragonback to—”

“Helaena.” Alicent said sharply, grown impatient with the implications. It was a tone she hadn’t used with Helaena before and the girl flinched. “How can you slander your own sister? She wouldn’t do that. She hasn’t done that. She’d not betray us willfully. She has been kidnapped. Do you understand? You are not to speak of such…lies to anyone. She would never have left us.”

Helaena went limp, sitting ungracefully on the edge of her bed. She knew the situation only for what she saw of it. And no matter what her mother told her, all she could think of was the dream she’d relied on. She knew it to be the truth.

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On Dragonstone, you lay with your legs slung over Jace’s shoulders and his mouth sucking at your clit. All the anxiety and fear softened down to a desire to be with him. You didn’t want to deny him anymore, you didn’t have the strength. It should have driven you apart but being separated from your mother only made you more in need of his affections. Now here he was, his sweaty skin on yours, his tongue doing things that made you think of the Sept where you conceived all your children. He’d told you it’d make all of them blessed by the seven. You weren’t sure you believed that, but it’d been hard to think with him inside you.

It was hard to think now, with the vibrations of him moaning as he sucked your clit making your hips edge off the bed. Your fingers tangled in his hair and the feel of it was heaven, a glimpse of the past. A muffled moan sounded from his lips again as you tugged at his curls. You had yet to be dressed in the hours you’d been at Dragonstone, you’d had a bath drawn for you but not the opportunity to dress because Jace was not even been willing to wait for you to step out of the tub. You hadn’t even spoken to Rhaenyra. Maybe it was better this way.

Jace slid his fingers inside you quite suddenly, causing you to gasp as he continued on undeterred, latching to your clit as though the cure for all grief lay in your cunt. You writhed beneath him, squirming until his hand ran up to your hip to still you with a grip so tight it would leave a bruise. You called his name, no longer watching your volume, letting the servants out in the hall hear you clearly. This was clearly what Jace sought to do to you on a smaller scale, to have everyone know exactly the ways in which you were his. Intimately, to the remotest detail, he believed you were his. And he’d have you every which way to prove it.

Half undressed and half humping at the bed, he listened to you intently, letting your sounds guide him. He’s quick to learn about your body, which parts of you he can suck, touch, lick to make the sounds he loves so much. You can feel his calloused fingers fondling and rubbing at your clit, gathering up the much coveted wetness to rub against you with an eagerness he’d not experienced in the days following the funeral. Even after you’d cum, it seemed he’d no intent of letting up on you.

It all still felt illicit to Jace, just like the thrill of stealing away to the sept to have you. He finally lifted his head, crawling up your body to slip inside you, returning back to where he had first found an intoxicating madness which he staked his life on. He sucked in a breath through clenched teeth as his body slowly tensed with the unmitigated pleasure of your cunt. The familiar sting of him inside you is enough to overwhelm you to the point of tears. Clawing him closer to you is the best control that you can manage. Jace’s calloused fingers brushed away tears from your cheeks. He joined you in your noisiness, choking out variations of your name, fragments of possessive declarations. Where before he was eager yet languid, he was merciless then, the wooden frame of the bed shuddering beneath you as he pounded in and out unyieldingly.

He’d lost all patience and all sense it seemed. When the familiar sensation returned, making your back arch and your mind cloud over, you turned yourself over to him completely. You let your head fall back, your mouth fall open as you wept his name to his immense and immediate satisfaction. He pushed his hips tight against yours and before you could even manage to come down, he was spilling into you.

All of the comfort in the world was in that room, with Jace’s slack body laying against yours. Outside was where the storms brewed.

Eventually, when Jace left for his mother’s council, you returned to a warm bath. Afterward, you finally dressed in a gown brought by a servant, soft black fabric adorned with red embroidered dragons here and there. It gave you pause. It had been so long since you’d worn your house colors. It meant, at the moment, that you’d betrayed your family. You admired yourself in the mirror, as you settled again into dark thoughts of what might have befallen your family in your absence and what they’d think of you now. Which of your brothers had the men roaming the keep killed? And what did your family make of your absence? Did they see it as having a hand in his murder? Did they cry that you were a kinslayer? You were so desperate to know anything that had occurred outside of the castle.

You roamed the castle, searching for your children when you heard the echo of your half-sister’s commanding voice. Her words were only half clear but you thought you could make out “Jaehaerys” along with some other morbid words, some chatter about Helaena.

It clicked then. You thought back to the night you left, how the man who sent you fleeing had warned of more dangers. Someone sent to steal your brother’s life, whichever one of them, and the lives of anyone who would stop them. Your stomach sank and you stalled in your footsteps, stunned. Baela walked up to you, you hadn’t noticed her footfalls from the ringing in your ears.

“Cousin,” she greeted, reaching out for your arm, her eyes gazing at you warmly as though greeting a close friend again at a feast. “Are you alright?”

“I…do you know anything about Helaena? What has happened to her?”

Baela’s eyes flitted away just as you looked up. “…I know not, all that I know of Princess Helaena is that she remains at the red keep. More than that, you must be missing the babes. Let me bring you to your children.” She looped her arm around yours and whisked you away down the hall before you could respond. For some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to question her further, the naked guilt in her avoidance frightened you. You wanted to see your children more than you wanted to know what horror befell your family this time.

The children slept soundly in their beds, still exhausted from the chaos of the night. You caressed their little faces, lingering for a moment at Viserra’s, remembering how Helaena was so fond of her since before she was even born. Helaena. You wondered how she was, what she made of your absence. If she’d ever forgive you for leaving her behind. You thought of your mother, if she was safe and well, you should have asked Baela about her but you had the sense you wouldn’t get an answer. She couldn’t be well, not when she didn’t know where you had gone and that likelihood dredged up a primordial sadness, one of having to leave her.

“You should be asleep too.” You turned to head Jace’s voice as he entered the room. “You have scarcely rested.”

You stood, coming close enough to Jace whisper without being heard by your oblivious, sleeping children. “What has happened? I heard talk of my sister and her son.”

Jace hesitated, trying to discern whether he should deceive you or tell you the truth. “Prince Daemon had asked for your brother’s head. The one who killed my brother. Faulty as a paid killer can be, the men he sent instead took the head of his son.”

You gasped, your hands over your stomach as a sudden wave of nausea hit. “And you had a part in this? You knew…”

“I only knew he sent men to the red keep for Aemond, the details remained with Daemon. I had no part in anything but your escape.” Jace reached out for you, tilting your head up so that you’d look at him as tears sprung to your eyes. His expression was resolute and sincere. “I will not apologize for wanting you at my side.”

You turned your face away from him as the tears slipped down your cheeks. “You had me abandon my sister to mourn alone. You knew this would happen.” You couldn’t keep the pathetic sadness and panic from your voice even as you tried to sound stern. You’d been astride Jace likely before Jaehaerys’ body went cold. While your sister cried for him.

“What would you have had me do? Leave you there?” He asked, incredulous. “Just how long were you intending to let Aegon believe my children were his?”

That wasn’t fair, he must have known you’d only done what you felt necessary for their safety. “It wasn’t a matter of love for him that made me act as I did. What was I to do? Leaving my mother of my own will would have been unthinkable to me and I’d still no idea of how the war would turn.” You stepped away from him, biting your nails as you looked toward the beds where your children slept. “No matter which banners raise for whoever, no matter which houses declare for whoever, all my concern was in keeping my children where they were thought on kindly, as heirs to the throne.”

“My heirs. They are thought on kindly here, unconditionally. Do you really think you can play both colors at once forever? They are only heirs in the eyes of the greens for as long as you can hide how much they look like me, don’t you realize? Everyone knows, save for Aegon. One loud allegation of bastardy from Aegon or his council and what would become of them? If your…husband was forced to open his eyes to who sired his supposed children perhaps he’d spare you somewhat but what of them? He’d want them gone. You and I know it.” His eyes were dark, full of fervent warning, turning you back toward him. “And his court is full of men who want their daughters for Queen. It would only be a matter of time before you and our children became an insult to them.”

You instantly rejected that notion mentally. Your mother would not see it happen. Aegon would never believe a rumor over you, over what he felt was your adoration of him. But still, you couldn’t deny that none of your family’s best intentions would spare you from the machinations of the men who practically ruled Aegon because they held the keys to his reign. Perhaps, in the end, you could agree logically that it was better for you to be at Dragonstone but you couldn’t get past what you’d been forced to leave behind. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Not in blood.

“I’m frightened, Jace. For my mother,” You murmured, suddenly exhausted. A figurehead of this war, it was only a matter of time before something befell her like it did Helaena.

“As I am for mine,” he replied, wrapping his arms around you. “But Alicent would be no safer for you being at her side.”

Perhaps not safer but maybe more at peace. What did your mother think of you being gone? You’d taken your dragon, did she think you ran away of your own will? Maybe she believed you’d sold them out, that it was you who let in your nephew’s killers. That possibility sent a chill down your spine and you could feel bile rising in your throat at the thought of being dubbed a kinslayer. You laid your head on Jace’s chest, feeling the thump of his heart beating and taking comfort in him as you continued to dwell in thoughts of the family you left behind.

“All I wish for…is to spare you all of this,” Jace murmured into your hair.

You let his honeyed words console you. All you had to rely on was him, even as wary and distressed as you were, you could not bring yourself to mistrust him. He was…the only certain thing you had before you. Home was left behind, your family’s feelings for you in obscurity.

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At the red keep, a hatred brewed in Aemond that could not be revoked. It had always been there, that animosity between brothers, but it had reached fever pitch when he returned to the keep to find that Jaehaerys was killed and you were stolen. Aemond felt that it was yet another curse of their birth order. Had it been you that he married, he’d have been home that night and he’d have taken off the heads of Blood and Cheese before they could harm either of you. Had it been he who was wed to you, he thought, never would Jace have had the opportunity to breathe in your direction. He was no idiot, he saw how much your children resembled the dark haired prince. But he counted it as another of Aegon’s faults for he’d been the one who allowed you to be seduced away.

He said nothing of your children's true paternity, of course, but the fact that his elder brother had wed you and had apparently neglected you so was yet another thorn in his side. He could never have broached the subject for fear of the repercussions it would bring you. Now, mourning the loss of his only son, all he could think was that if his mother had only been fair and just wed the two of you, none of it would have ever happened. All of that grief and the rage of your absence culminated in a most monstrous hate. Aegon, as he saw it, had finally robbed him of everything. You were being held at Dragonstone and subjected, no doubt, to the desires of the bastard prince. Even for knowing that Jace had fathered your children, he did not believe it was ever a wanton act on your behalf. Jace had manipulated you, who was naive and married to a whore who went to bed with you drunk and debauched. It couldn’t have been your choice to begin an affair, nor to leave your family behind. But not a single one of them could save you just yet, they’d no choice but to leave you captive for gods only knew how long. Every day of waiting for that moment brought his hatred for Aegon closer to treason.

[ludcake]

actually re:my post about valyrian blood supremacy and stuff. yes i know this discourse is annoying. it is probably the single thing that most pisses me off in this fandom. yes i know i should disengage.

but i swear i CANNOT help but feel annoyed at it. Someone brought up Nettles in the tags and it's like... G-d it infuriates me when someone talks about Nettles as an example of why Valyrian blood supremacy is bullshit and people reply with "she's Daemon's bastard" or "she could be a Valyrian, Valyrian features are recessive" or any variant of that.

It's just. Missing The Point so much? Why would she be written in, the way she is, in The Rogue Prince if not as a precise counterpoint to Rhaenyra and Valyrian traditions and incest? Why would Martin spend so much time focusing on how different and Othered she is in relation to the main Targaryens, and how she tamed Sheepstealer in a different way from everyone else, and how she showed the dragon kindness and fed it mutton (while the original Valyrians were sheepherders) and how she has no known parents if not. To precisely make the point that you don't need to be Valyrian to ride a dragon. That you don't need incest and special blood and whatever to do it.

That these are creatures that you should see and treat with respect, and kindness, and that's the way you tame them.

There's literally no point to Nettles' existence if not as a direct dichotomy to Rhaenyra and the Targaryens; she's strong, fierce, independent, small, brown, poor, dirty, with black hair and a dragon she tamed by making a bond with. She's written into the narrative precisely as a counter to the Targaryen narrative of stunning, brave princes riding their inherited birthright - that's why she fascinates Daemon.

I know it's a bit of a harsh way to say it, but characters in stories are by and large written to serve a narrative purpose; and Nettles is to be everything that proves the aristocracy and nobility of the Targaryens in the Dance wrong.

[aphrodisiac-siren]

Dynasty of Flames

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen-Royce Reader

Summary: Being born into the most respected and equally feared houses in the realm made people look up to you as if you were a god and the devil himself, in equal measure. People say that when a Targaryen is born, the gods flip a coin; and when news of the birth of Daemon’s firstborn- a girl, spread, people could only wait in anticipation to see which side of the coin faced up during her birth. 

Aemond slowly, and I mean SLOWLY, letting his guard down

Warnings: Incest (duh)

Part 1, part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Part 6

Y/N heaved a sigh of relief once she was within the comfort of her quarters after the hearing. She closed her eyes for a moment to process everything that had happened. How Luke almost lost his claim, how she argued back with Vaemond, how he insulted the boys, when he publicly insulted the princess Rhaenyra, how Daemon took his head for it.

She was terrified at first; not by the sight of Vaemond's disembodied figure crumpled on the floor but for what might happen to her father for killing a lord in the presence of the king and other nobles.

Daemon was not charged with anything and was let off the hook without a single consequence of his impulsive decision.

The princess walked to her bed and sank into the soft mattress and covers, taking a moment to close her eyes. After a few moments she turned toward the little table by her bed and stretched out her hand to grab the letter she had noticed was passed from under the foot of her door when she'd woken up. She was in a hurry in the morning to make it to the throne room on time so she hadn’t read the letter at the time.

She curiously eyed the seal that held the parchment shut. It was a blue-coloured wax seal that had the symbol of a dragon wing. The princess carefully pried apart the paper so that she might read the note and at first glance, she immediately knew who it was from.

It wasn't the language that was used, but the handwriting that gave it away. It was his handwriting. Y/N was a bit confused as to what he had written and why he felt that it was necessary to pen it down instead of just telling her: she was quite literally only a few steps away from him. But then again, she doubted after last night's conversation he would want to talk in person; she had of course stormed off from him.

Her eyes skimmed over the words and she, subconsciously, began to read the note in his voice.

"Ñuha dōna Y/N, nyke jaelagon naejot gīda skoros mirre īlon ȳdragotan nūmāzma mōrī bantis. Iksan vaoreznuni syt se mijegindita ñuhoso nyke dīnagon ezīmagon udra skoros iksin isse ñuha bartos, nyke gōntan daor nūmāzma naejot vēdros ao."

"My sweet Y/N, I wish to clear whatever we talked about last night. I apologise for the poor choice of words and an even poorer attempt at wording my thoughts, it was not my intention to offend you."

Y/N continued to read and then immediately sat up as she read aloud the latter part of the letter, wincing inwardly.

"Kesan sagon olvie biare naejot rhaenagon isse se Godswood gō īlon bartos naejot se dēmalion tistālion, se kessa olvie vaoresagon naejot ȳdragon isse issaros"

"If we could meet in the Godswood before the hearing, I would be most appreciative and would much prefer to talk in person"

The girl slowly folded the paper and heaved a sigh, now wishing she had read the letter on the morrow. She quickly put the letter under her pillow and stood up from the bed, wasting no time in pushing open her doors to go find Aemond. Y/N was a bit hesitant as she neared his chambers, especially after she had ignored him all morning and unintentionally left him to await her arrival at the Godswood.

But no matter, she would be honest and tell him that she hadn’t read the letter until, well, now.

She'd only knocked thrice before she heard the sound of footsteps, indicating that whoever was in there was getting closer to the door.

As soon as the heavy wooden door swung inward to open, Aemond's lips parted ever so slightly when he took notice of who was awaiting him on the other side of the door. Y/N was the last person he was expecting.

"Princess" he greeted curtly "lost your way perhaps?"

"I know my way around the keep quite perfectly thankyou" the girl briskly responded which made Aemond chuckle "I got your note, though I could not find time to read it in the early hours of the morrow. I only just broke the seal and discovered your wish to see me in the Godswood"

Aemond's expression softened.

"Well, nice to know you did not intentionally leave me awaiting your arrival all morning" his piercing gaze never wavered and he was rather impressed by how unfazed she was by it "I was on my way to the dragon pits. After such an eventful morning, I wish to go for a short flight around the city"

"Ah" Y/N simply smiled. She too used flying as an escape from the world sometimes; riding on dragon back was rather therapeutic "I shall leave you be then my pr-

"Would you care to join me?" he quickly asked before he could change his mind "after all, you do owe me the pleasure of your company after you had me wait for you all morning"

"Unintentionally"

"Unintentionally" Aemond repeated. Word of the day, he thought.

Y/N hadn’t informed her family of her plans with Aemond. Luke was reaffirmed as Lord of the tides and she wanted them to joyously celebrate it instead of ruining their day by announcing that she was going to spend her time with someone they all seemed to dispise.

Y/N was a bit hesitant at first, to make herself seated in the sadle atop Vhagar. The dragon was known to be quite hot-tempered and hostile but Aemond assured her that Vhagar wouldn’t hurt her at all if it was accompanied by him. So, Y/N just took his word for it and climbed into the saddle, Aemond following soon after and seating himself behind her. He snaked his arms around her waist to grab ahold the reigns that would allow for him to control the large beast.

"You aren’t afraid, are you?" he asked as he leaned closer, his lips brushing against the shell of Y/N's ear "of Vhagar?"

"Do you wish for me to be?" she asked with a smirk.

"You'd be a fool not to" he grinned as Vhagar stretched her long, leathery wings.

"Are you afraid, my prince?" Y/N asked, gripping the saddle as she felt the Dragon jolt violently, signalling that she was getting ready to take flight.

"I am not" he responded.

"Then I suppose that makes us both fools" Y/N turned so that she might steal a glance at him and that resulted in their noses bumping. Aemond leaned away at first, not expecting to have her face merely inches away from his and Y/N grinned at this before turning around just as Aemond asked for Vhagar to take to the skies.

"Soves, Vhagar"

Y/N closed her eyes as she basked in the familiar sensation of the cool breeze blowing against her face, like the wind was peppering her with kisses. She hummed to herself, leaning back into Aemond's chest which felt as rigid as the back of a chair.

Aemond could feel her body move slightly as she heaved a long sigh of contentment. He let go of the reigns and pried her fingers off the saddle to bring her arms to the sides, outstretched.

At first, Y/N gripped his hands, shifting in her seat a little so that she could balance herself even though she knew she was securely chained to the saddle and there was no way she would fall out. Eventually, she loosened her grip and gently rested her comparatively smaller hand in his large one.

Aemond liked the feeling of her soft cool skin against her warm hand, her fingers delicately brushing along his skin as she faced her palms outward to feel the wind hitting against it. Aemond ran his fingers along her knuckles, refusing to break away from the contact. He didn’t know why he was craving the sensation of skin against skin. It was like someone had set a fire ablaze in his chest and the only thing who soothed those flames was her touch.

He was a bit happy that he had forgotten his riding gloves that day.

"Y/N" he leaned in again so that she might better heard him amidst the wind "about last night, I did not wish to imply that I would marry you because it was something I believed to be merely obliged to do"

The princess didn’t respond but she tilted her head slightly, her cheek brushing against Aemond's lips, signifying that she was paying attention.

"You are the blood of the dragon and you deserve nothing less than what befits the gods. I can provide for you, ensure and contribute to your happiness" Aemond made a bold move and slid one arm around her waist, relaxing his tense frame "I only wish the best for you, something I can and will give to you, willingly"

Y/N listened to him intently as her pulse began to quicken.

"No mere lord in the realm would cherish you as much as I do, my dearest friend. I would kill for you, conquer cities for you. You've stood at my side when I had no one and I promise to stay by yours just the same" he continued. He remembered all the horrible marriages within this house: his own mother’s to the king, a marriage that had broken the family. His older brother and sister's, a marriage in which the both of them barely spoke. Daemon and Rhaenyra's, a marriage that was deemed scandalous. Aemond never really expected for anyone to love him, not after his injury but he did have something far more precious that none of the others had: a genuine friendship "the both of us, together, we will be vehement. I am more than willing to take my closest friend as wife because I couldn’t see a more suitable match"

Aemond, this time, deliberately brushed his lips against Y/N's skin, right behind her earlobe which made her shudder.

"I am willing to marry you not solely out of duty. I am willing to do so because I believe we can restore our house to its complete glory"

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[anxiousnerdwritings]

if viserys married sickly!brother reader to rhaenyra, how do you think everyone would react? alicent’s reaction would make her reaction to aemond’s eye look like a a peaceful talk in comparison

Tw: Mentions of incest, taking advantage of someone, murderous plots

If Viserys were to have married Rhaenyra to Sickly!Brother!Reader before Laenor than that would have been the end of Alicent and Rhaenyra’s friendship. The moment Viserys announced it, Alicent would have been absolutely done with Rhaenyra. She would feel betrayed, similar to how Rhaenyra felt when Viserys announced his betrothal to Alicent. She would never, ever forgive Rhaenyra for taking the Reader from her like that. Alicent would still very much be adamant about being in charge of and the one to care for the Reader and his health. Not to mention, now that Rhaenyra is married to the Reader and would no doubt be firm in wanting to share a bed with the Reader, then that means Alicent’s nightly/rapey visits to the Reader would be put an end to. Alicent would definitely be plotting the death of Rhaenyra much sooner than later. Honestly, Alicent would do her best to bite her tongue and keep her composure so she doesn’t try to strangle the life out of Rhaenyra. She would desperately try to come off as calm and collected, even if the way she congratulates Rhaenyra is obviously forced, but internally she is burning with such an intensity it could put wildfire to shame.

Rhaenyra would be absolutely over the moon now that she gets to marry her Sickly!Uncle!Reader, after much persuading and, dare she say, begging on her part to get her father to give her what she wants, Rhaenyra finally has her beloved uncle. Honestly, at this point in time Daemon could rot for all she cares. No matter how much Rhaenyra did care for Deamon, her even more beloved Uncle!Reader is much more worthwhile in the end to her. He never left her behind, he was always there for her when she needed someone most and even when she didn’t need anyone at all. The Reader was consistent where Daemon wasn’t and that especially is what meant the most to Rhaenyra. Even at his worst, the Reader would still gladly have her company by his side and hear her speak her mind or rant about her day and the idiots at court. Not to mention, if this was after she had done the unthinkable and disgraced her Uncle similar to Alicent than she would already be pregnant and would much rather the Reader know about his child and get to be an actual father to them and the others to come than having to pretend that the child was someone else’s. Things would certainly be different if Rhaenyra had married Laenor first and secretly had her Sickly!Uncle!Reader father all her children and then passing them off as Laenor’s only to marry the Reader after Laenor ‘dies’ and revealing to her uncle about her children really being his.

I feel like Daemon would certainly be surprised and slightly annoyed that Viserys actually allowed Rhaenyra to be wed to their younger brother but not him. But I also feel like if he knew that Rhaenyra pushed for it than he’d be much more suspicious about the whole thing. Was this just to get at him? Or was there something more to this? Either way, Daemon doesn’t like that his younger brother is being used in whatever way he is. He may even become mistrustful of Rhaenyra because of this but he can’t say that he isn’t more relieved that his brother is with her and not the Green Bitch.

Viserys would be far more tolerating of his Sickly!Younger!Brother!Reader marrying his daughter over Daemon. But I don’t doubt that he did use his brother’s health as a way to deter Rhaenyra from marrying him at all but when she kept at it, incessantly insisting that she couldn’t careless whether he was in good health or not, Viserys found it harder to make excuses. Not to mention I could see Lyonel Strong advising Viserys that this would be beneficial to keeping the Realm and Seven Kingdoms together and at peace since he’s called for Rhaenyra being his heir. Even if he had named his Sickly!Brother!Reader as his heir instead this would go about keeping with the Targaryen tradition. I also wouldn’t doubt that Viserys has visited with the Reader and talked to him about Rhaenyra’s incessant want to marry him, only for the Reader to be the one more so who isn’t accepting of it because she’s his brother’s daughter. Even though he’s well aware of their family tradition, it just doesn’t sit well with him which leads to Viserys’ plethora of excuses to keeping Rhaenyra from wedding the Reader.

[atopvisenyashill]

what if jacaerys velaryon was born a girl, would rhaenyra name her heir of the throne?

That would be up to Viserys at that point and it would be fun bc he’d finally have to clarify what the fuck he’s trying to do with the succession.

If he names a girl Jacaerys his heir before Rhaenyra has even attempted having a second child, there’s gonna be questions like “what are we dornish or something” that he’s going to have to deal with.

If he skips over Jacaerys and names Lucerys as Rhaenyra’s heir, people are probably going to ask “well why did you skip Jacaerys but not Rhaenyra?” and he’s going to have to have an answer besides “shut up.” - and his answer could be a lot of things tbh, bc “the king chooses his heir” is Not precedent you need to be setting while at the same time, “No female line can inherit ever” is an equally terrible and stupid precedent. he’s got free range to craft whatever the fuck rationale he wants and make it sound logical, bc look at jaehaerys & the doctrine of exceptionalism. he rode balerion ffs, these people will probably mostly fall in line if he has a maester draft a technicality rule!

I think especially if he skips Jace, names Luke, and then marries them to each other (huge risk if they’re still obviously harwin’s kids, btw), Alicent is just gonna be sitting there like “now wait a goddamn minute.”

If you’re sitting here thinking “both of those options sound like a mess” that’s because it is a mess :) “No female line can inherit” and Rhaenyra being named over Daemon cannot exist in the same world because according to GC 101, an uncle comes before a cousin and a male cousin comes before a daughter, every single goddamn time. Viserys doesn’t clarify his position here bc his position is “my brother is annoying as shit and i feel guilty that i left my daughter without a mother the way i was left without a mother” and that’s not like, a law, it’s a vibe. he then continues not clarifying after remarrying, having a son, AND naming that fucking son Aegon. But if Rhaenyra also has a firstborn daughter, it's not as easy for Viserys to just kinda "aw shucks" and mumble his way out of the room.

I also genuinely don't know what Rhaenyra would do. She's not fighting for absolute primogeniture (though she would have been in a better position if she had decided to fight for it). What she's fighting for is her father's right to name her as heir and her own right to be named as heir. It's about her situation specifically which was complicated when she was named and became more complicated after her brothers were born; there's precedent in story that someone can just name their heir and bypass the whole ~structure~ if there's not a clear line of inheritance, like Jeyne Arryn bypassing her first cousin (because he attempted to usurp her) for her fourth cousin (because he was loyal) and the Iron Throne backing up Jeyne's decision, and this is clearly how Rhaenyra is treating her own ascension. Rhaenyra is the exception the same way Targaryen incest is the exception to the Faith.

When the question of women inheriting over brothers comes up, she sides against absolute primogeniture because Corlys advises her to do so - and I like him but I am once again saying that Corlys is to blame for almost all of the dumb shit inheritance decisions that Rhaenyra makes, because Rhaenyra defaults to his "wisdom" as her advisor. Obviously Rhaenyra is incredibly short sighted in both placing too many unhatched eggs in Corlys' shit ass basket as well as treating her own ascension as somehow different than women inheriting over men, but you can kinda see the argument she's going for, she's just doing it badly (because she has bad advisors). She's saying her ascension was special because of the lack of heirs at the time and that you can't unname the Crown Princess, and she's very clearly backing away from setting any sort of precedent regarding literally anything else. She's amazingly similar to her father in that way; conflict averse but with a terrifying temper. And like I said up top, a girl Jacaerys forces both Rhaenyra and Viserys to finally look at the mess they, the Hightowers, and Jaehaerys made of the line of succession and fix it.

[jimblejamblewritings]

The Dragon Heir | part 9.

Summary: What happens when King Viserys' only current heir is a choice between his twin daughters? The realm will not accept a woman but you have no care for what the realm thinks it won't accept.

Warnings: it's the game of thrones realm, and obviously incest comes with the Targaryen package but it still deserves a second warning. extra warnings because they are needed for this part — child death and violence.

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x black!reader, Daemon Targaryen x targaryen!reader

Word Count: 6.6k

A/N: Y'all I'm sorry for this one. It took me forever because I couldn't decide if I was going to follow canon of killing children when lucerys confronts Aemond or let the kids live. I'm so sorry for what y'all are going to read.

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You adjusted the leather bag on your shoulder, lowering it so the twins could set down the plants they helped collect. Naelyra and Viserys were with you while Aerys was playing with his sisters and uncles. 

All of the herbs on Dragonstone were finally collected, including the seeds so you could plant more. The supply was enough to last at least four months. By then the new seeds should have hopefully sprouted so you could keep giving your father medicine that wasn’t milk of the poppy.

You came back into the castle to see your other children run by you as you entered the main hall. Your youngest nephews stopped for a second longer than saying hello. 

“Daemon is making us pack.” 

“Good, you better hurry. Your brother has the right idea. The quicker you pack, the quicker you can go back to whatever you were doing.” 

Lucerys and Joffrey groaned but continued heading to their rooms. Naelyra and Viserys tried to avoid your eyes so they wouldn’t have to pack either. It didn’t work for very long. You continued into the main hall. Daemon and Rhaenyra looked over at you when you set down your bag on the table. A big sigh escaped you. 

“It might have taken some time but I’ve collected every herb. No more milk of the poppy for Father. My Joy, do you mind taking me tomorrow on dragon back? I’d like to head back to King’s Landing as quickly as possible.” 

“That isn’t a problem.”

You looked at your sister. “Are you coming with us or staying until everyone is packed?” 

“Someone has to watch our little mongrels. I’ll make sure we don’t take too long.”

Daemon made his way around the large table in the middle of the room. You could already see his hands reaching for you. His hands went to your waist at the same time that your hands went to his shoulder. Daemon kissed your cheek before kissing your mouth. He kept leaning over until you were bending a little. Looking at your lips and then your eyes, he gave you a smile. 

“I know we’ve discussed it but I’ve been dreaming about our children lately. Would one more be all that bad?” 

You laughed and gently pushed him. “Absolutely not. Are you not happy with the amount of children you have?” 

Daemon pecked your lips as he helped you stand back up. “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with more but I’m not the one giving birth.” 

“I’m glad you understand that because I have a surprise for y—” 

The three of you turned when Ser Lorent came down the stairs. Rhaenyra’s heart raced a bit when he said that Princess Rhaenys was at Dragonstone. You told the knight to let her in while you tried to calm your sister. Rhaenys either brought news that Laenor and Corlys had survived or they succumbed to their injuries and illness. You hoped it was only good news. Worry graced your features when Rhaenys entered the room. She wasn’t smiling. 

“Are Laenor and Lord Corlys alright?” Rhaenyra asked. 

Rhaenys took in a breath. “Viserys is dead.” 

You, your husband, and your sister froze. Rhaenys moved closer to the table. 

“I grieve the loss with you. He was a good man with a kind heart… There is more. They crowned Aegon as his successor.” 

Daemon stood up straighter. “How did Viserys die?” 

“I could not say. No one seems to know.” 

“How long ago did he pass?” Rhaenyra asked.

“A day or two? I was locked in my chambers while they prepared for the coronation. It must have happened shortly after you left, they crowned Aegon yesterday.” 

“Then he’s been slain,” Daemon said with certainty. 

Rhaenyra looked over when you walked away from the table. Your face twisted up in pain. You took steps towards the fireplace, unable to do anything but just stare into the fire. Rhaenyra kept watching you as she asked her next question. 

“They asked you to declare for Aegon?” Your sister’s head turned around when Rhaenys told her yes. 

“I didn’t. I refused.” 

Daemon’s jaw clenched before relaxing. “And yet you’re still alive.” 

You slowly turned as you listened to her speak about the coronation. They had crowned Aegon in the Dragonpit, giving Rhaenys access to her dragon and a chance to escape. Your eyes drifted over to the bag of herbs you had finished collecting that morning still on the table. 

“They crowned him before the masses?” Rhaenyra asked. 

“So the masses would recognize him as their rightful king.”  

“That whore of a queen murdered my brother and stole his throne,” Daemon said lowly. “And you could have burned them all for it.” 

“A war is likely to be fought over this treachery. But that war is not mine to begin. I only rushed this warning to you out of loyalty to my husband and my House. The Greens are coming for you and for your children… Is something funny, Laelara?” 

You just grabbed the bag of now-useless herbs from off the table. “Your House? Princess Rhaenys, this is your House too. Laenor’s sons are my nephews. Laena’s daughters take my husband’s family name. The name you were born with, Rhaenys. My name.” 

“Don’t insult me, Laelar—” 

“Queen Laelara. If you do not want to accept this House as your own then you do not earn the respect of calling me as if we are family. It is Queen Laelara or Y—”

“Mother!” Rhaena and Baela yelled as they came running down the stairs. 

“Yes, my sweetlings?” you asked as you gave a pointed look to Rhaenys. 

“The guards caught a man outside… wearing a Kingsguard uniform.” 

You and Daemon wasted no time going outside, the others following behind. Soon most of the castle, the few people that actually lived there, were outside. Your guards were holding a man with long brown hair. He was kneeling on the ground. His helmet and sword were now in the dirt at your feet. The man looked up at you. 

“I mean no harm.” 

“Let him go for a moment,” you commanded your guards. 

The man opened a bag that had been around him the entire time. You gasped at the sight of your father’s crown. The man, who finally gave his name as Erryk Cargyll, held it up. Daemon gently took it from him, just looking at it. 

“I swear to ward the Queen with all my strength and give my blood for hers. I shall take no wife, sire no heirs and hold no lands. I shall guard her secrets, obey her commands, ride at her side, and defend her name and honor.” 

Daemon turned around slowly, looking at you the entire time. The crown was set on your head before your husband kneeled. The sound of movement behind you made you look. Everyone was kneeling. You almost laughed at your own children who were surely too young to actually know what they were doing.

You made eye contact with Rhaenys who was staring at the entire scene in front of her, mainly at her granddaughters also kneeling. Slowly, she kneeled as well. You held a hand out to your husband. Daemon looked up as he took your hand in his. 

“You know war better than I do. I don’t want us to fight. Is that possible?” you asked.  

“If we have the right allies.”

~~

The large table in the middle of the main hall was a map. The entirety of Westeros. Candles were lit and shoved into a drawer underneath the table, lighting the entire thing up. Swords were laid on a table at the door as more men came in. All of the castle stood in the hall, even the ones who didn’t fight. They waited for you to come in. Daemon stopped fiddling with the pieces on the table when you entered. 

“Queen Laelara Targaryen, First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men. Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm. Your Grace,” he said with a bow of his head. 

You moved to stand between you and Rhaenyra’s children, denying the cup of wine Baela offered you. Your eyes scanned over the table before looking up at your husband directly across from you at the other head of the table. 

“Our current standing?” 

“We have thirty knights, a hundred crossbowmen, and three hundred men-at-arms.” 

“Not nearly enough.” 

“Dragonstone is easy to defend. It wasn’t built for conquest. We have sent word to my men in the City Watch.” 

“How many are loyal to you?” 

“I cannot speak of the numbers. We should prepare for the smallest number.” 

One of the maesters spoke up. “But we already have declarations from Celtigar and Staunton. As well as Massey, Darklyn, Bar Emmon.” 

Jace and Viserys moved Targaryen pieces to the lands where the Houses the maester said had lived. You pointed to where so your son could put one on the Vale. 

“Our lady mother was an Arryn. The Royces may hate Daemon but the Vale is loyal to family. At worst, they won’t help fight. But they will not turn against us.” 

The maester nodded. “Riverrun was always close to your father, Your Grace. With Prince Daemon’s acquiescence, I sent ravens to Lord Grover.” 

You stopped Viserys from putting a piece down on the Riverrun. “He is a man easily swayed. I don’t want to consider him a surety and be surprised by betrayal later. Unless we can convince him of the strength of our position.” 

“I’m going to meet him personally,” Daemon said. 

“What of Winterfell?” one of the guards asked. “There’s never been a Stark who has forgotten an oath. And the Baratheons.” 

“Borros Baratheon will need to be reminded of his oaths. He was always reluctant to bend the knee to a woman.” 

One of the guards placed a Hightower piece over the Baratheons for good measure. You sighed. 

“This still isn’t enough… Our enemies?” 

No one was surprised at the mention of the Lannisters. Your list of enemies was less than expected but they had huge armies. The head of your Queensguard coughed. 

“If I may speak candidly, Your Grace, your side has a power the world hasn’t seen since Valyria.” 

“The Greens have dragons as well. Four of them.” 

“But you have Vhagar.” 

“And Aemond has her spawn who is undoubtedly bigger or nearing that size. And Vhagar is old. We should expect her to die at any moment.” 

“They have four but we have Syrax, Caraxes, Meleys, and Vhagar. Vhagar is the only war dragon still alive,” Daemon started. “Not to mention the ones belonging to the children. Vermax, Arrax, Tyraxes, Moondancer, Sunfyre, Goldtear, and Valor. If Laenor is recovered enough, we have Seasmoke.” 

“Tyraxes, Sunfyre, Goldtear, and Valor all belong to children under ten. They more than likely won’t fly without their riders and those four won’t be fighting.” 

“We also have the unclaimed ones. They’re all here on Dragonstone. Vermithor and Silverwing dwell on the Dragonmont, still riderless. You haven’t claimed a dragon, Your Grace. And not to mention the three wild ones. Grey Ghost, Sheepstealer, and the Cannibal.” 

“The Cannibal?”

“He eats other dragons, there is nothing better than that.”

“And who is going to ride these creatures?”  

“No one needs to ride them. Even without the children’s four dragons, we have fourteen to their four.” 

“Thirteen. There would be thirteen dragons to their four.” 

“Fourteen,” Daemon insisted. “Unless one of Alicent’s children can suddenly survive fire unburnt, you are the only Dragon alive. We don’t need riders to claim them, you just have to call them to attention.” 

You motioned to the table. “Fine. But I don’t want to rely on dragons we aren’t certain of. I want to continue planning without them. Right now we have Caraxes, Syrax, Meleys, Vermax, and Vhagar.” 

He nodded. “Five dragons. We still need a toehold large enough to house a sizable host.” 

You smiled slightly when he tilted his head, basically asking you if he could go on. He was careful not to overstep. But you didn’t plan wars or battles. Your father had lived in a time of peace where he sent Daemon for small tasks that you never really learned about strategy. 

“Do continue, King Daemon,” you said in High Valyrian. 

(Rāelagon ȳdrās, Dārys Daemon.)

His mouth opened slightly before he recovered. “Right, yes. I believe Harrenhal is where we should gather. Here, we can cut off the west and surround King’s Landing with dragons. Even with five, the threat is strong. We could have every Green head mounted on spikes before the fucking moon turns.” 

Ser Erryk approached, tapping your shoulders. “Your Grace, they’ve spotted a single ship offshore, carrying the banner of a three-headed green dragon.” 

Daemon immediately moved to grab his sword that was leaning against the table. “Alert the watchtowers. Take the children, Princess Rhaenyra, and Princess Rhaenys towards the Dragonmont.” 

“I’m coming with you.” 

You grabbed your sister’s arm before she could keep going. “If this is an attack, one of us needs to live another day. If nothing, for our children.” 

Rhaenyra’s jaw ticked but she reluctantly agreed, going the other way while you and Daemon went outside. The two of you whispered back and forth with each other.

The guards were just a few steps ahead as they led you to the stone bridge that was the entrance to Dragonstone. You could see Otto Hightower in front of a bunch of Kingsguard men. He stood proudly. 

“I come at the behest of the Dowager Queen Alicent, mother of King Aegon, second of his nam—” 

“Spare me the names, Lord Otto. I understand what the title of usurper means.” 

Otto ignored your comment. “I have been sent to deliver a message for Princess Laelara only.” 

“It is Queen Laelara and if you can’t truly believe I am stupid enough to be alone with you and your guards. You can say whatever you need in front of my men or hand me something written and be on your way.” 

“King Aeg—” 

Otto stopped when a large roar pierced everyone’s ears. A blood red creature flew through the sky. Caraxes’ long neck was seen first before the rest of his body. He landed on the other side of the bridge, effectively sandwiching Otto and his men in between you guys. The man swallowed as he stared at the dragon before turning back to you. Daemon clicked his tongue and Caraxes settled. You pursed your lips. 

“You were saying something, Lord Otto?” 

“King Aegon in his wisdom and desire for peace is offering terms. Acknowledge Aegon as the proper king and swear obeisance before the Iron Throne. In exchange, His Grace will keep your possession of Dragonstone to you and your children. Driftmark is still the possession of your nephew and first daughter. 

“Your youngest children from you and your sister will be given place at the King’s court. The King’s squire and cupbearer. And finally, in his good grace, will pardon any knight or lord who conspired against his ascent.” 

“Yet you have conspired against mine despite bending the knee all those years ago.” 

“These are very generous terms, Princ—”

“Your Grace,” Daemon cut him off. “And I would rather feed my children to the dragons than have them carry cups and shields for your drunken, usurper cunt of a king.” 

“Aegon Targaryen sits the Iron Throne. He wears the Conqueror’s crown, wields the Conqueror’s sword, has the Conqueror’s name. Every symbol of legitimacy belongs to him.” 

You marched up to Otto and looked him in the eye. “You’re right. He wears the Conqueror’s crown and carries the Conqueror’s sword and even bears the Conqueror’s name. But what is my entire name, Lord Otto? I will allow you to speak informally this time.” 

“Laelara Aegon Daeny Visenya Targaryen.” 

“I bear the Conqueror’s name too. I claimed the dragon used by the Conqueror’s sister-wife, Visenya, when they first came to Westeros. A woman who Aegon respected and named a conqueror herself as she ruled with him.” 

Otto swallowed when you pulled out your sword and pressed it against the side of his neck. You simply laughed when his guards pulled out their own swords but weren’t sure whether to move or not. 

“A woman whose name I also bear and whose sword I have wielded since before my brother was even a thought in your seedy, conniving mind.” 

“Aegon was crowned by a septon of the Faith and named in front of a crowd of thousands.” 

“Then why are you here?” 

“I’m sorry?” 

“If he was named in front of thousands then certainly all of King’s Landing must believe in him and not me? Surely you and your men would have stormed Dragonstone and have us arrested or killed. So why haven’t you?” 

“Because Aegon is a kind king.” 

“No. Because Aegon is no conqueror. How dare you come to me with these terms? I want better. Tell the king that.” You sheathed your sword and walked away. 

“Does that mean you are accepting?” 

“I want better terms. Do not make me wait, send a raven in three days time with more than just a cupbearer for my children.” 

“Yes, Princess.”  

The men sheathed their swords. Otto watched Daemon grab your arm tightly. His jaw ticked as he glared at you. Otto couldn’t make out what your husband whispered in your ear. You yanked your arm from his grip. 

“You swore allegiance to me and my decisions and you should do well to remember that.” 

“Your decisions,” Daemon said just loud enough for Otto to hear. “They mean giving up. Do you truly believe Aegon will stay by his promises? I would never trust that if I was Viserys’ successor.” 

“Then it is a good thing you were never even a consideration for heir.” 

(Sepār, ao dōrī īlē iderennon hen dārilaros sȳz issa.)

“You cannot bend your knee to the Hightowers. They’ve stolen your birthright from under you. Are you not angry?” 

(Va Hightowers obūljās daor. Jevon siñondrīvo gūrossi. Daor Vēdros?)

“Of course I am. Does that mean I should declare war because I’m angry? That isn’t Viserys’ dream.” You gasped when Daemon smacked you across the cheek. The guards grabbed him immediately. 

(Kessa! Hen vēdros eman nyke sytilīban idakon? Viserys' ēdrurys issa daor.)

“My brother was obsessed and blinded with his dreams and prophecies. Anything to make his reign not seem fruitless. Dreams didn’t make us kings.” 

“If you touch me again, it will be the last thing you ever do. Do you understand me?” You turned and looked at Otto, trying not to cry. “I expect the raven in three days.” 

“Princess, are you alr—” 

“Three days.” 

You walked away, the guards behind you carrying Daemon back to the castle. The doors to the castle were closed and a scout watched from the watchtower to make sure the Hightowers went home with all their men. Daemon was let go of by the guards. He immediately stood up and held the side of your face, examining one side of it. 

“My Fire, are you alright? I didn’t hit you too hard, did I?” 

“Do you think he believed it?” 

“I think he will report it back to their council. If that bought us time, I’m unsure. I’ll tell the Queensguard to summon everyone for the meeting. Please find one of the maesters for your cheek.” 

“I am fine, My Joy. You were very careful.” 

Daemon peppered kisses all over half of your face. You pulled away from him slightly. He watched your face intently. You knew with war that you couldn’t keep secrets to yourself anymore. Aegon the Conqueror’s dream of ice and fire needed to be shared. Daemon squeezed your shoulders slightly. 

“We cannot worry about that right now. But I promise we will figure it out once this war is over. We won’t be unprepared for whatever ice and fire is bringing.”  

You nodded. Just to ease his mind, you went to find the maester before coming back to the table for the meeting. You sat in a chair at the head of the table, listening with great annoyance at the men arguing about what to do. You beckoned one of the attendants over. 

“Where are my eldests?” 

“Princess Rhaenys asked to see them.” 

“And where is the princess?” 

“She has been tending to her husband and son ever since the news of their fevers breaking, Your Grace.” 

Ser Erryk stood to attention. 

“The Lord of the Tides, Lord Corlys Valeryon. His wife, Princess Rhaenys Targaryen, and their son, Ser Laenor!” he called out.  

Everyone turned. Rhaenyra ran to hug Laenor, you followed close behind. The two of them embraced before pulling away. Laenor bowed his head to you. 

“Your Grace.” 

“Oh, come off it, Laenor,” you said as you pulled your cousin into a hug. “We’ve known each other since birth. I’m happy you’re alright.” 

“Your Grace,” Lord Corlys said with a slight bow. 

“Lord Corlys. Or should I say Hand of the Queen,” you said with a smile. 

His eyes widened for a brief moment before bowing his head once again. He extended an arm towards the table and you nodded as you all made your way back to the center of the hall. Lord Corlys looked around. 

He walked around the table. “These are your declared allies? Too few to win a war for the throne.” 

“We are also looking at support from House Arryn, Baratheon, and Stark. Arryn is my mother’s House. Even if they don’t fight, we know they are not enemies.” 

“Looking for support isn’t guaranteed support. Your father’s realm was one of justice and honor. The Hightower’s treason is not allowed to stand any longer. You have the full support of the Velaryon fleet and house.” 

You and Daemon stopped looking at the table to look at the man. Lord Coryls grabbed a Targaryen wooden piece and placed it over Driftmark. He knocked on the table twice. 

“I have heard you do not wish to fight.” 

You shook your head. “I don’t intend to strike, not first at least. If war can be avoided it should.” 

“You want to threaten?” 

“Ideally.” 

“Would control of the Stepstones aid in that desire?” Laenor asked.  

Your eyes went wide. When Laenor and Corlys were hurt in the Stepstones, everyone assumed they had lost. To have control of the Stepstones was a major feat. You basically owned the Narrow Sea. Lord Corlys was ready to deploy his fleet and take control of all the shipping lanes in Blackwater Bay.

All travel and trade could be stopped from reaching King’s Landing. The Hightowers wouldn’t be able to give the people what they needed. They could only get that from your family. Rhaenys agreed to patrol the gullet herself with her dragon and make sure the rules were enforced. It was almost the perfect siege. 

“We still need to surround the Greens and that requires more people. Even with all our dragons, the land is too vast and they only need to reach Shipbreaker Bay or further down to Dorne in order to evade us.” 

“My uncle has always been a supporter of mine,” Rhaenys said. “A letter to House Baratheon is all we need.” 

“I’ll prepare the ravens, Your Grace,” the maester said. 

“We should do it.” 

(Īlos sytilībi ūjus gaomi.)

You looked at your eldest nephew. Jacaerys shrugged before nodding his head with more confidence. 

“We should deliver the messages. You predicted only a couple of days before the Greens make their own allies and come back to us, Your Grace. That isn’t much time. On dragons, we’re faster… and more intimidating.” 

Rhaenyra leaned over. “They would be more convincing.” 

“Send us,” Baela said, adamantly. 

(īlōnda jikātās.)

“Alright,” you said reluctantly. “Where do we need to find allies?” 

“House Baratheon, House Stark, House Arryn are major,” one of the men said. “Dorne has always been the most distant kingdom but the aid of House Martell would be helpful. The Iron Islands are Stark bannermen but always hesitant to fight in a war they don’t deem their own, some persuasion there might be useful.” 

“The Greens have dragons and three riders,” Daemon said. 

You nodded. “Both of us are vying for House Baratheon. They’ll send Aegon to try and intimidate because he is their king. The Greens also need Winterfell.” 

“That means Aemond will be seeing the Starks.” 

“I want you, Rhaena, to go with Naelyra and Joffrey to Dorne. The Martells will appreciate the trust of letting them see our youngest children. Baela, you and Viserys are going to the Eyrie. House Arryn is family. They are safe for you two.” 

“Yes, Mother.” 

“Lucerys, I don’t want you anywhere near Aemond. You will deliver a message to Storm’s End.” 

Laenor walked over to his son, putting both hands on Lucerys’ shoulders and smiling at you. “Lord Baratheon has many daughters, none betrothed.” 

“Cousin, you are actually brilliant. Luke, you’re taking Aerys with you. Daemon, Rhaenyra, I’m asking you both to go to Riverrun.” 

“What about me?” Jacaerys asked. 

“Are you okay to go alone to Winterfell?” 

“I would love to.” 

“Then the matter is settled. But Jace, do not argue with Aemond if he is there before you. Your business is with Lord Stark only.”  

Jacaerys reluctantly agreed. The children went to saddle their dragons or add extra rider straps in the case of Lucerys and Aerys while you penned letters. Nothing made you more nervous than sending the children. They were messengers so you shouldn’t have worried but you couldn’t help yourself. 

While they got ready, Daemon left for the Dragonmont. He wanted to see about securing the unclaimed dragons and eventually tracking down the wild ones. The plan was to start with Vermithor and then move on to the others. 

The children came by to receive the letters from you. You hugged them all and gave them kisses on the forehead. You bent down to your Aerys’ level. 

“Be good to your cousin,” you said, giving him one more hug. 

Lucerys complained when you ruffled his hair and kept hugging him much to his annoyance. You laughed as you pushed him away. 

“Alright, go. I expect you back in the morning.” 

“We won’t be late!” 

Lucerys was glad you asked him to take Aerys and not Aerys’ dragon. It had started raining slightly and he honestly didn’t want to be responsible for watching another dragon. It was just easier if Aerys was with him and they both took Arrax. He hoped it would stop raining tomorrow. 

~~

Lucerys stopped, pulling Aerys’ hand back, when the doors of Storm End’s castle opened up. He didn’t see Aegon in the hall. It was Aemond. Lucerys tried not to look anymore as they entered. Maybe it would be fine. Aemond liked you. He called you Aunt Laelara even though you were his half-sister. 

His entire plan fell through when Lord Baratheon requested the guards escort him and Aerys back to Arrax for their safety. Aemond wanted to fight. But at least he gave Lord Baratheon the letter.

As they kept flying, Lucerys thought they might have secured an ally. It helped offering the young prince’s hand in marriage for an alliance. Lord Baratheon seemed pleased at the notion, stating he would think over all prospects given. 

Aerys screamed, making Lucerys look down. Far below Arrax was a massive dragon. Maemar. He tried to calm Aerys down as he soared higher. Arrax dipped through a small canyon that Maemar simply couldn’t go through. But the safety of the rocks didn’t last forever. Lucerys pushed his dragon to go higher and faster. 

Maemar couldn’t be shaked. The dragon snapped at Arrax, almost catching the smaller one’s tail in his mouth. Lucerys shook his head as he directed Arrax to go back into the cliffs. His eyes scanned the canyon side to see if there was a cave. The dragon landed in the first cave they could find. With shaky hands, Lucerys took Aerys down from the saddle. 

The younger boy hugged his cousin tightly, refusing to let go. Even when he fell asleep, Aerys was still holding on. Lucerys stayed up all night. His sword was out and pointed at the entrance of the cave in case Aemond decided to jump down from his dragon and come into the canyon. He thanked the heavens when the skies cleared in the morning. 

“What are you doing?” Aerys asked when Lucerys dug through the dragon’s saddlebag. 

He came back with some parchment and a fountain pen. “Aerys, you hold onto these. Hold on really strong. Okay? One’s for my mother and father, one is for your mother and father. Okay?” 

“Okay.” 

Lucerys put the materials back in the bag. He picked Aerys up and carried the boy back to the saddle. He didn’t strap himself in, only gripping the front of the saddle tightly. Lucerys nodded when Arrax left the cave. He had a feeling that Aemond hadn’t left the other night. There was no avoiding his uncle. Aemond was already awake. He started to walk towards Maemar. 

“Wait!” Lucerys yelled. 

Aemond turned his head. 

Lucerys told Arrax to lower himself so he could jump down. He patted his dragon’s head. “Take Aerys home no matter what. Do you understand me, Arrax? Be calm and you will take Aerys home.” 

The dragon blinked at his rider but seemed like he understood. Lucerys nodded before turning to face Aemond. 

“You want my eye? You can have it, just leave Aerys alone.” 

“He doesn’t owe me payment. You do. I’m even granting you mercy. You get to choose which eye I will take.” 

Lucerys turned his head to one side, figuring he tended to look through field glasses with his left eye and taking the right would be better. Aemond whipped out his dagger.

The sound of metal scraping against its sheath caught Maemar’s attention. The dragon sensed its rider’s anger and spotted the weapon in Aemond’s hand. Maemar took the matter upon himself. A stream of fire left his mouth. Aemond stopped in his tracks, eye going wide. 

“Lucerys!” Aerys screamed. 

The fire subsided. Lucerys looked down at himself, shocked to still be alive. It was uncommon, even for Targaryen blood, to be a Dragon. It was even rarer to have two Dragons alive at the same time. Lucerys would have to tell you when he got back. But there were more pressing matters. Maemar opened his mouth again, gearing to blow another stream of fire. Lucerys began to run back to his dragon while Aemond ran to his own who looked like he was about to chase Arrax. 

“No. No, stop, Maemar, stop!” 

Lucerys felt the fire on his back. His heart started to race faster when Aerys screamed, fire reaching him and touching his skin. The older boy was barely on Arrax when he told the dragon to flee.

They had made it far through the skies without being followed. Lucerys tried to comfort Aerys whose skin was blistering and burning. Nothing gave the little boy relief. His eyes started to close a bit. 

“No, eyes open, Aerys, keep them open. Faster, Arrax!”  

~~

You waited on the beach with Daemon, concerned as the morning grew into afternoon. Lucerys and Aerys should have been home by now. They were the closest to Dragonstone. Rhaenyra and Daemon had made it back in the morning. Baela and Viserys came back only moments ago. Jace wasn’t expected until tomorrow, the same with Rhaena, Naelyra, and Joffrey. 

Rhaenyra and Laenor came out after making sure Baela and Viserys were inside the castle. The four of you tapped your feet on the sand and waited. Eventually, you all sat down and just watched the skies. It would be uncommon but there was always a chance that Lucerys chose to fly the other way and was on the other side of Dragonstone, slowly coming their way.

You shot up when you saw the shadow of a dragon in the clouds. Arrax landed, partially on the dry sand and partially where the water brushed past the very bottom of his legs. Lucerys unclipped himself and ungracefully slid off the dragon’s back. Running to him, you held his face in your hands. 

“I’m sorry,” he muttered over and over again through tears. 

(Drējī usōven)

Lucerys unclipped Aerys from the saddle. Your scream made Rhaenyra, Daemon, and Laenor run. Daemon dropped to his knees, water soaking his clothes. Rhaenyra and Laenor stopped just short of being next to you, hands covering their mouths. Carefully, Lucerys set Aerys in Daemon’s arms before his mother and father pulled him closer to them. 

Daemon reached for your hand but you moved away. He didn’t react, only holding his son closer and staring at the ocean. You walked away. Your gait looked like you could have been drunk as you stumbled farther and farther away from the castle. Tears blinded your vision and sobs escaped you. Your feet felt heavy as you kept walking. You didn’t even know where you were on Dragonstone anymore. Occasionally you stumbled but that didn’t stop you from trudging on. 

Back at the castle, everyone was somber. Rhaenyra and Laenor had walked ahead of Daemon. Partially to get Lucerys back inside, partially to tell everyone what happened so they wouldn’t disturb you all. The attendants and maesters weren’t able to go near Daemon.

He insisted on preparing Aerys’ funeral himself. His other children — Baela and Rhaena finally coming back with Viserys and Naelyra — stayed in the room at his request. The door stayed open in case he needed anything but no one lingered in the large open room near the front of the castle in order to give the king his space. 

Daemon carefully wrapped his son’s body, sniffling and trying not to cry very hard. He took the scissors and cut the excess length from the final strip. In the main hall, everyone stopped and looked towards the door when they heard Daemon scream. He threw the scissors at the stone wall, finally breaking down and letting tears fall. Rhaena approached her dad and put a hand on his shoulder. Daemon hugged her and Baela before letting them take Aerys. He immediately scooped up Viserys and Naelyra. 

The tears were gone when he entered the main hall but everyone could tell he had been crying. He looked around for you but you were nowhere to be found. They started the match to the funeral pyre on the top of a hill with large rocks. Maybe you were already there. 

It had been well over an hour and you were still stumbling through the sand. You felt something like warm air blow against your back and surround you. Slowly, you turned around. A massive dragon — one you somehow didn’t hear — was staring at you. He was crouched down, head on the sand. 

The entirety of his body was covered in black scales. The horns on the top of his head were pointy and large. His green eyes stared into your own. And he wasn’t clean. The dragon looked rough, like a proper wild dragon in serious need of a bath. But he didn’t smell like dragon which you could only imagine was on purpose to aid in his sneaking abilities. 

“Cannibal,” you whispered. 

Running from a wild dragon was not a smart idea. Standing still and letting yourself get eaten by a dragon was also stupid. Cannibal roared. The deep cry was near deafening. You screamed back at him, not nearly as loud. The roar turned into a loud sob as you dropped into the sand. You clutched your chest and tried to keep breathing evenly. He closed his mouth and settled into the sand, almost confused at your actions.  

You stared at horns that outlined the side of his face. They were in the same spot near the back of the head like your dragons. But his horns weren’t straight and going backwards. They faced forward and curved like elephant tusks. The dragon didn’t move, continuing to just stare at you. Your eyes narrowed and you started to shake slightly. You regretted ever letting Aemond have his pick of Vhagar’s eggs. The Greens would not be allowed to continue living with this injustice. 

Pulling your dagger from its sheath on your hip, you cut your arm — right under the scar from Alicent’s cut years ago. You dipped your fingers in the blood from the cut and extended them towards the dragon.

He shifted his head but didn’t pull away completely. And he didn’t roar. Blood streaked over his mouth as you wiped it on him. His tongue darted out just a little bit. You put your foot on one of the curved horns. Cannibal let you walk along his horns until you were looking directly into his eye. He huffed.  You continued up until you were sitting on his head, between two large pointed horns. You held onto the small spikes.

“Cannibal… Soves.” 

The dragon took off, forcing you to clutch the small spikes even tighter. He was faster than you had expected for his size.

At the funeral pyre, the entire castle gathered to pay respects. Some stood in silence while others made plans to strike. Aerys’ death wouldn’t go unanswered. Daemon looked away from the pyre when two of the Queensguard men approached. He propped Viserys and Naelyra back up on his hips and walked towards them. 

“We can’t find her, Your Grace. Dragonstone is still being searched but it’s like she’s vanished. Vhagar and Caraxes are still here.” 

Daemon held his young children tighter. He looked around, unsure of what to do. He wanted to go look after you himself. But he didn’t want any of them — not even Baela and Rhaena who weren’t babies anymore — out of his sight.

Rhaenyra and Laenor approached him. They extended their arms and patiently waited for Daemon to let go of the children. He hesitantly put his kids in their arms. He didn’t even get the chance to make a step when the entire sky went dark. 

Everyone ducked at the massive creature they could now tell was a dragon. The wings flapped but it seemed like no sound was made. Even when it landed, the ground didn’t shake. The large dragon settled itself on the rocks. It wasn’t Vermithor who Daemon had seen days ago.

It wasn’t the other two unclaimed dragons that flew around Dragonstone. Every person there knew it was a wild dragon. Based on its size that barely overtook Caraxes, it was the Cannibal. They looked from the shadow night dragon to the blood wyrm. Cannibal didn’t seem to care about Caraxes at all. 

Daemon approached cautiously, more than relieved when he saw you slide down from the back of the dragon. He pulled you into a tight hug. He shook his head when you thanked him for handling the funeral. You buried your face in his chest. 

“I can’t do it,” you whispered. 

(Gaoman daor.)

“Caraxes, Dracar—” 

Daemon paused. Goldtear, Aerys’ dragon, had settled onto the pyre and wrapped his body around the dragon. Goldtear wouldn’t budge no matter how much they tried to push her away. The dragon roared and Caraxes responded. Without any command from his rider, the dragon spit fire.

Goldtear gave a single cry before settling down, opening her mouth to receive the fire easier. You turned your head just enough to see the orange fire burn until nothing but ash remained on the pyre. The wind blew the remainder away, letting the part of Aerys and Goldtear still left on the earth take their final resting place in the ocean. 

You and Daemon walked towards the pyre, kneeling down at it and praying to the gods of Old Valyria. Everyone else began to walk away and give you some space. Even your Queensguard moved farther away to where they could see you but not the other way around. You finished your prayer, looking up at the sky and screamed. Everyone walking back to the castle ducked at the deafening dragon roar. They looked behind them to see the Cannibal and green flames leaving his mouth.  

(part 10)

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[starogeorgina]

Killer queen

Warnings: Incest, sexual content

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen × Targaryen OC

1.02

The north was far better than you imagined; the feeling when your feet sank into the snow for the first time made you feel ecstatic; and although not all the Northerners liked the Targaryens, they were fascinated by your dragons, and most were welcoming, although you suspected many acted that way out of fear.

As it was an unpolitical visit, you rode on horses to Winterfell to get a glimpse of the castle you’d heard so much about; it was just as you imagined. The outer wall was at least eighty feet high and surrounded by a large moat. Growing up in the red keep made you appreciate the beauty of the castle complex being covered in snow.

During the days, you and Aemond wore cloaks to visit bars and various other locations on horseback to try and blend in without being spotted while Aelora, your emerald giant, and Vhagar flew freely without disturbance.

The nights were different; Aemond took you whenever and wherever he could with his mouth and fingers. With your back pressed against a tree, he’d ignore the sting of the cold nipping at his knees as he kneeled on the ground in front of you, worshiping you with his mouth. Or toy with you by rubbing his hard on against you in a public place, causing you to become hot and flustered.

Aemond insisted it was impractical to have sex knowing there wasn’t a way for you to get moon tea while staying in the north.

“I don’t think Aelora likes the cold,” you state, watching as the dragon you bonded with curls herself into a ball on top of a small hill. Aelora was known for her gorgeous emerald green scales that glimmered under the sunlight. She didn’t hatch until your fourth name day and was the smallest out of all the Targaryen dragons, but she was fiercely loyal to you; she even hissed at Aegon the one time he accidentally pushed you to the ground while drunk.

“Perhaps she misses the heat of the king's landing.”

Rhaenyra and Daemon's feast should have ended a week prior; you hoped they would have returned to Dragonstone by the time you returned. “Maybe we should wait a couple more days before leaving.”

“Two more days, then where are we going?”

You feel yourself melt under Aemond’s gaze; the looks he gives you are always so full of love and admiration, even when he’s in a bad mood. You rest your head against his chest and say, “We can go wherever you want. It's up to you if we fly back to King's Landing or follow your heart’s desire to Dorne.”

Aemond didn’t answer. He kissed the crown of your head, keeping his attention on the two sleeping dragons in front of him.

—

Sitting in a chair by the fireplace Aemond watches as a pretty bastard called Iris Snow kisses your collarbone while straddling you. The idea of another man even looking at you with lust in his eyes was enough to drive Aemond into a jealous rage, but a woman... When you first said you were attractive to other females, he was happy for you to experiment, as long as he got to watch and occasionally join in.

When you first laid eyes on Iris two days prior, Aemond saw the devilish glint in your eyes and knew what you wanted. The brunette made it obvious that she was intrigued by you both, but only you got to play with her.

One of Almond's favorite sights was your legs spread wide open, giving him or whatever maiden you chose for the night access to your most sensitive area. Goosebumps spread across your body as the front of your low-cut dress is pulled down. Immediately, Iris attaches her lips to your breasts, sucking on them. You make eye contact with Aemond and say, “Not getting enough attention, my love?”

He doesn't take the bait and says nothing.

You let out a small moan as her teeth nipped at your skin. You look over again, expecting to see Aemond’s lilac eye clouded with lust, but it wasn’t; his whole demeanor was overshadowed by a stillness. You pull back and kiss Iris one last time, then whisper that you are sorry but she needs to leave. She looks disappointed but goes without argument.

When she’s out of the room, you walk over to Aemond and sit on his lap, your head resting against his chest. “What is wrong ñuha jorrāelagon?”

He doesn’t answer. You feel his arm tighten around your waist, his breath tickling the back of your neck, and his hand resting on your thigh. Something was gnawing at him; it had been since before you left home. That was two weeks ago. Every time you asked him previously, he just said he was distracted, but you weren’t going to let it go this time.

“Aemond,” you cup his chin, forcing him to look at you. “You’ve been dis-” You cut yourself off, scared you’d sound desperate and pathetic, but the truth was you were. Aemond has always clung to you; he’s never withheld a part of himself. The thought of losing him terrified you, “whatever it is, just tell me.”

He kisses the back of your hand and says, “My love, I’ve been holding back because I didn’t want to ruin your fun. Before we left, Mother informed me that my grandsire had started to look at possible suitors for your hand in marriage.”

You don't dare move. That knotting in your gut reminds you of the feeling you had when it was announced Aegon was to be wed to one of his sisters, and for a split second you thought it was you and not Helaena, and the feeling of your world crashing around you reappeared. Finally, you find your voice again. “I will have no other.”

“It is known in the realm that any man who asks for your hand in marriage will face the wrath of Vhagar,” Aemond kisses your cheek. “Although we should expect a battle when we return, convincing our mother we should be married won’t be easy.”

“We don’t need their permission,” you spin around on his lap so you're now facing him, your lips ghosting his. “We should just get married, here in the snow.”

He gives you a warning look and says, “Ashara.”

You lean into Aemond, capturing his lips with your own. “Nobody would ever come between us. No suitors. No men courting me. No women staring at you. I will be able to stop drinking that horrid tea and swell with your seed.”

A look you’d never seen before flashes across Aemond’s face; he looked like a wild animal about to pounce on its prey. He grabs you, but the hips pull you in closer, “Tomorrow night, we will become husband and wife.”

Grinning, you wrap your arms around his neck. “In that case, I want you to fuck me like a whore one last time before making me yours forever.”

—

“Can I ask you something?”

Aemond raised his brows, sighing. He wasn’t one for talking after making love, but he nodded regardless, “Anything, my love.”

Caressing his face, you gently brush hair out of his face, your thumb gently stroking over his scar. “When did you know I was yours?”

“You’ve been mine for as long as I can remember.”

You lick at your dry lips staring up at the ceiling, “the night you lost your eye….I knew I’d never leave you again. I've always regretted leaving you to drink with Aegon, things could have turned out so different if I’d stayed by your side.”

“I would never have approached Vhagar with you by my side.”

“You never would have lost an eye.”

Aemond sat up right, looking at you with a stern look on his face. “I told mother it was a fair trade because I may have lost an eye, but I gained a dragon but that’s not all I gained that night. Watching you cling to Helaena, crying, with a murderous glare in your eyes, I finally realized I was yours just as much as you were mine, even if I was too young to know what that meant.”

“Avy jorrāelan.”

“I love you too, my sweet Ashara.”

Avy jorrāelan - I love you

ñuha jorrāelagon - my dear

[star-girl69]

I Loved You Like the Sun

a/n: daemyra is a ship that is filled with angst, so of course daemyra x reader will be filled with angst as well. honestly, get ready for the next few chapters bc it gets CRAZY

warnings: swearing, incest, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Twenty Five- Don’t Say You Love Me

—-

You heard your husband and wife talking far later into the night, whispering words about a song, ice and fire, promises of princes. But you are too content in bed, safe between warm bodies.

You know Rhaenyra is still not convinced war is the best option, while Daemon is, and you have just resigned to do whatever your Queen decides. If she asks for your council, you will give it, if she asks for your comfort, your distraction, you will give it.

When you wake, you are still bitter at both yourself and them. The possibility of Daemon still leaving was like a storm cloud over your head. Your own foolishness, hurting Rhaenyra, believing she would send you away, you wake with memories flooding your mind.

You call for her, through the mess of warm bodies and silk sheets, and of course she answers.

You roll onto your other side, staring at her. Hair mussed from sleep, lips dry and cracked, eyes closed and voice rough.

You do nothing but press a kiss to her forehead, seeing her eyes open with amusement.

She barely has time to smile at you before a handmaiden knocks on the door, shouting that it’s time to get ready for the day.

You see Rhaenyra’s face fall, take on that self-blaming, guilty, apathetic look of a Queen. You have never wished more desperately for her to smile.

And she does, weakly, before she sits, leaving you cold and lonely. You turn, seeking warmth in your husband, and he wraps a gentle arm around you as you lay your head on his chest.

Your mood sours when you remember he might leave.

—-

Rhaenyra takes your hand, pulling it to hers. She traces the lines of your palm, and you have to tug your chair closer to properly let her.

The voices of lords fade to the background, and you are no longer planning a war. You are simply with your wife.

You don’t speak, afraid your words will act like knives and shatter the moment.

But it shatters anyway.

“The Lord of the Tides!” A guard calls, and you watch as the heavy wooden doors open. “Lord Corlys Velaryon…” The heavy sound of his cane hitting the floor, reminding you so vividly of your husband. It does truly seem like a lifetime ago. “and his wife, the Princess Rhaenys Targaryen.”

You stand with Rhaenyra, frown when she lets your hand fall, watch as Rhaenys and Corlys move slowly down the stairs, your daughters trailing behind them.

You hear Rhaenyra and Lord Corlys exchange pleasantries, but you selfishly move past him and his wife to Baela and Rhaena. They smile when they see you, and you are undeniably proud.

Rhaena presses herself into your waiting arms, and you press your lips to her temple. Baela wraps her arms around you, and you tilt your head to kiss her cheek. You murmur how pretty they look, and they thank you, Baela sending a glance over to Jace as she does so. Your heart swells, but you send them off, and they go to stand beside their betrothed.

Corlys hits his cane to the ground again, much softer, bringing you back to reality.

“Where is Daemon?” The Lord asks, eyes crawling over the room critically.

“There were other concerns which demanded the Prince’s attention.” Rhaenyra says, hands clasped in front of her, ever the perfect diplomat.

“Hm,” Lord Corlys says, glancing at her before stepping forward. His eyes sweep the room again, landing on you. “Lady Targaryen.” He greets, and you let a smile take over your face.

“Lord Corlys,” you nod your head, and he smiles. But it fades as he steps closer to the Painted Table, surveying it.

“Your declared allies?” he asks, getting straight to the point. Rhaenys meets your eyes, and she nods towards you, and you return it, slipping your way past her to be back at Rhaenyra’s side.

“Yes.” Rhaenyra answers, hand brushing your waist briefly as she step forward, a silent demand. You follow her as she comes closer to the Painted Table, to Lord Corlys.

This meeting, you know, is essential. Without the Velaryon’s support, you are lost. Which is why it is best Daemon is not there. For no matter war, he killed Vaemond, and Lord Corlys respects names and blood.

“Too few to win a war for the throne.”

You watch Rhaenyra scramble, ever-so-slightly, something only you could pick up on.

“Well, we would also hope to have the support of Houses Arryn, Baratheon, and Stark.”

“Hope… is the fool’s ally.” You watch as Rhaenyra falters, hesitating and choosing words carefully.

“Both Arryn and Baratheon share blood with my house. But all of them swore oaths to me.”

“As did House Hightower…” he retorts, “if I remember.”

“As did you, Lord Corlys.”

The hall is silent for another moment, until Corlys turns to look upon his grandchildren.

“Your fathers realm… was one of justice and honor. Our houses are bound by common blood and common cause. This Hightower treason cannot stand.” He plants his feet into the ground, spine straightening, eyes meeting Rhaenyra’s. “You have the full support of our fleet and house. Your Grace.” He bows, and you almost feel your heart burst from your chest.

You feel her hand grab yours.

“You honor me, Lord Corlys.” But when you look up at him, he is not looking at your wife. Instead, he looks upon his own. Rhaenyra turns, nodding grateful to Rhaenys. “Princess Rhaenys.” She nods, and you swear you see a smile on her face.

You let out your own sigh of relief. Slowly, but surely, your ranks were swelling and victory was in your sight.

Your feel her hand squeeze yours, the connection of skin hidden beneath layers of skirts. She breaths heavily, nerves overtaking her again before she speaks.

“But, as I said to my bannermen, I made a promise to my father to hold the realm story and united. If war’s first stroke is to fall, it will not be by my hand.”

“You do not mean to act?” He asks, clarifying, and you can tell he is incredulous.

“Taking caution does not mean standing fast. I wish to know who my ally’s are before I send them to war.”

He nods, taking another few steps around the table. Soon, he is only a few feet away from the two of you.

“The consequence of my… near-demise in the Stepstones… is that we know control them.”

You feel Rhaenyra’s sharp intake of breath, feel hope rise in your chest.

“I took care to fully garrison the territory this time. A total blockade of the shipping lanes will be in place in days, if not already. The Triarchy have been routed. The Narrow Sea is ours.”

Rhaenyra raises her head, understanding crossing her features as she turns to you. You smile, hope it is reassuring.

“If we further seal the Gullet, we can cut off all seaborne travel and trade to King’s Landing.” His hand traces over the Painted Table, resting over the city.

“I shall take Meleys and patrol the Gullet myself.” Rhaenys declares, coming forth to the table beside you. She looks at Rhaenyra, a true smile on her face.

“When we drain the Narrow Sea, we can surround King’s Landing. Lay siege to the Red Keep,” one of the lord’s councils. “and force the Greens’ surrender.”

Rhaenyra’s hand falls from yours, but you keep a frown from taking over your face.

“We should near those messages.” Jace interjects. “Dragons can fly faster than ravens and they’re more convincing. Send us.”

Now, you cannot help the frown taking over your face. Rhaenyra pulls her bottom lip into her mouth, and you can truly tell she is considering it.

“Are… are we sure that is… safe?” You ask, fingers winding together nervously, and Jace and Luke meet your gaze from across the table.

“No.” Lord Corlys admits. “But he is right.”

Before you, your children seem strong. Capable. Powerful and unforgettable. You know they could do it. But is it so wrong to not want them to leave?

Rhaenyra turns to you.

“Y/N,” she starts, slowly, “I know you don’t want anyone to leave. But this is not a matter of want, my love. This is a matter of need.”

And you know it is wrong, you know you are being cruel, but you grab her hands with your own. She smiles, looks at your hopefully.

“Let me go.” She drops your hands, disdain taking over her face.

“Out of the question.”

“No, no, Rhaenyra, I want to go. Let me go.” She shots you a glare, turning back to the table.

While it would be nice to be cruel for once, to hold power over them, make your husband and wife know the agony of being left behind, you want to be free. You want to spread your wings, to properly show off Cannibal, to be useful and have purpose.

“Please, Rhaenyra.”

“Your Grace, if I may.” And your eyes flick to Princess Rhaenys, hopeful. “You know quite well what dragon Lady Targaryen rides. In the matter of House Baratheon… The Dragon of the Night might help persuade him.”

She stands, ridged, hands digging into the edge of the Painted Table.

“Fine,” she hisses, some of that apathetic Queen mask falling, the woman you feel in love with resurfacing. “Prince Jacaerys will fly north. First to the Eyrie to see my mother’s cousin, the Lady Jeyne Arryn, then to Winterfell to treat with Lord Cregan Stark for the support of the north.”

“Thank you, Mother. I will not fail.”

You smile at him, hands still nervous, winding together, but you push it aside. You care more for your children then you do yourself. You know traveling to Storm’s End, a place true to its name, will be hard for their smaller dragons.

“Prince Lucerys will fly south to Tarth and Evenfall Hall. I am quite sure of their support already, but I would wish to show them respect.”

She inhales, but doesn’t look at you. Perhaps she cannot find it in herself to. But you look at her. You always look at her.

“Finally, Lady Targaryen will also fly south, to Storm’s End, and treat with Lord Borros. We must remind these lords of the oaths they swore. And… the cost of breaking them.”

—-

The bluffs of Dragonstone are loud with waves crashing, the heavy footsteps of dragons, their loud breaths. But Rhaenyra stands, looking out, unwavering.

She turns as you approach her with your sons. She does not smile. You know this is hard for her.

“It’s been said that as Targaryens, we are closer to gods than to men. And the Iron Throne puts us a touch closer, perhaps. But, if we are the serve the Seven Kingdoms… we must answer to their gods. We do not have to believe what we say, but we must say it regardless. You will swear to me, now, that you will go as messengers. Not warriors.”

A guard brings forth a heavy tome, a book of the Seven you recognize by the seven-pointed star Alicent wore on its cover.

“Swear that you will go as messengers.” It feels wrong to place your hand upon it, but you do. Your sons follow.

“I swear it,” you say, and your boys repeat it. Rhaenyra nods, an absentminded smile ghosting her face.

“Thank you.” She nods, and the book is taken away. “Cregan Stark is… closer to your age than mine. I hope, as men, you can find common interest. The Tarth’s helped your grandsire after his injury. I am quite sure any treating will be easy.”

You turn to Luke. His eyes filled with fear. His joy at being confirmed Lord of the Tides had not lasted long, realization setting in. You know he is scared. But you also know he a brave, sweet boy.

“I will fly with you most of the way,” you soothe, and he nods. “The Tarths will be honored to host a prince of the realm. And his handsome dragon.” He smiles, although it doesn’t quite meet his eyes.

Rhaenyra weaves by you, grabbing his hands.

“I expect you will receive a very warm welcome, darling.” Rhaenyra smiles, and he nods once.

“Yes, mother. Your Grace.” She runs a soothing hand down his shoulder, and you wrap a hand around his neck and press a kiss to his hair. “Goodbye, mother.” He says to you, pulling away, and you smile.

She turns to you, as the boys make their way to Vermax and Arrax, you stay behind.

“Borros Baratheon is a proud man. Insufferable. Your welcome will not be as warm, I expect, but the threat of Cannibal will protect you.” She grabs your hand, thumb rubbing your skin, staring deeply into your eyes. “Do not tell me I don’t have to memorize you. I am Queen, and I will look at my wife for as long as I want.” You smile, let her assuage herself, eyes roaming your features. “Alright. Best you go, quick. I expext Daemon has just received my message, and he will stop you.”

“Tell- tell him I love him?” You ask, hating how your eyes fill.

“If he can even look at me,” she jokes. “My love…”

And she presses her lips to yours, and you sink into her, wanting, needing more of her. But she pulls away.

“This is not a goodbye.” She says, forehead pressed to yours, voice tight.

“Nyra, I-”

“Please don’t say you love me.” She whispers, and you see the wet trail of salt fall down her face. You have the urge to lick it off her, like she did to you at your wedding.

“Okay. Okay, I won’t.”

She nods, and hesitates, but pushes you away before she can pull you back in again.

You don’t want to say goodbye. So you smile at her, and she smiles back.

—-

As Cannibal moves beneath you, muscles churning, the sound of wind filling your ears, you cannot resist the urge to look behind you.

There your wife stands, looking out over the bluffs of Dragonstone, unwavering.

—-

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Whooo is Daenyra? I'm aware that's a broad question, but I'm unfamiliar with this character lol . . . and there's just something so delicious with modern day aus of GoT/HotD ocs ^_^

yes yes yes okay thank you thank you thnk you!!! broad question very appreciated because I can say whatever I want lol

canon daenyra in The Prophecy (cw: incest, she's a targaryen)

the fuck canon fix-it incest au Alicent & Viserys' daughter, probably a year younger than Aemond, in an attempt to foster an alliance with the Starks, Otto arranges for her to be fostered at Winterfell but after a near-miss assassination attempt (organized by Daemon), she knows that she will not be safe. Cragen helps her escape beyond the wall, where she spends the next several years just herself and her dragon (does her dragon become an ice dragon maybe so), when Jace goes to the wall with Cragen he’s shocked to find his long lost aunt Daenyra is a dreamer like her sister and her namesake, comes from a connection to the three-eyed raven which helps her survive when she’s beyond the wall she has a vision of the war and how it all ends and spends years trying to find a solution to avoid so much bloodshed Jace finds her beyond the wall, she tells him to get his mother and bring her to King’s Landing once everyone is gathered she tells them she has a solution to their war aka, what if the two future kings simply shared a wife and mended the broken family lines their children will be heirs in order of birth not based on which man fathered them and Alicent immediately refuses, thinking she means for Jace to be with Helaena Dany is just like nope nope annul that marriage, let Helaena marry Aemond only if it will make her happy says i’m going to marry them and no one else will die Dany says no more dead Targaryens and also fuck you Otto Hightower specifically, Rhaenyra might not get to be queen but her son still gets to be king Everyone is happy except Daemon and Otto and she and i both feel like that’s an acceptable solution

modern daenyra (cw: still targ-cest, implied nsfw) – it had a fic title but then i got indecisive so tbd

in modern day Westeros, the Targaryen family owns a very, very old company. I keep debating what it is but my main thoughts are real estate or finance (specifically finance houses or hedge funds) – or the company has grown enough to have branches in a lot of fields. Viserys is the President of the company with Rhaenyra set to inherit it when he dies or retires, Otto Hightower is his VP, Daemon is tentatively chief of operations, and Alicent wants her eldest son Aegon to inherit the company instead of Rhaenyra, but Aegon does not give a shit at all. (also this leans into book lore with Alicent being older than Rhaenyra because she is not marrying Viserys at 14/15)

The Targaryen children all have far too much money and freedom for their own good, but their access to that money (and ability to live at the family house and/or in various family-owned properties) is dependent on them working for the family business I'm still world building some of the details but it is essentially our world but instead of our countries & cities & etc, it's in Westeros) The concept of Daenyra's AU specifically is that 22 year old Daenyra Targaryen, socialite nepo baby princess (except to her parents, who do not care for her) has just graduated university and returned home. Because her father doesn't really care about her, and is still sexist despite having a female heir/only liking his eldest daughter, Daenyra gets a job as Aegon's personal assistant. It's not too bad, really. Sure, it's a lot of work since Aegon doesn't care about his job and she has to basically babysit him, but he's always been her favourite relative anyway, her job is pretty simple, and she has lots of money to do things she actually likes. Unfortunately for Aegon, what she actually likes is annoying and teasing him until he finally fucks her. She knows he's been checking her out for several years now (and Targaryens are still devoted to keeping it in the family, so to speak), and she's been waiting for this moment for far too long

(also, have an excerpt conversation between Aegon and Daenyra on her first day at work

“What’s the matter?  What's the matter? You’re fucking indecent, Dany!” “I could be wearing snowpants and a parka and I would still be indecent, Aegon.  It’s a peril of being one of the most gorgeous creatures on the planet.” “One of?  I would have thought you’d consider yourself the most gorgeous.” “I am exceptionally arrogant, but that doesn’t make me blind.  I am the most tempting creature on Earth, absolutely, but I know full well that our entire family was handcrafted by God.”

[bohemian-nights]

Fuck Rhaenyra, fuck the writers with this sapphic plotline they invented, it's simply pathetic, and fuck Emma D'Arcy who is the cause of that. Im sorry but why trans/LGBTQ agenda should be included, but then they don't care about racism? Cause Laena has bee treated awfully, next is Nettles, reduced to Daemon's new distraction/whim to cheat on Nyra and shows how bad husband he is, or even cut out to redeem him (?) This Show sucks. Fuck white privilegies. Fuck HBO and all the people who's supporting this trash. To all the people who kiss Emma D'Arcy's ugly ass, am i transphobic cause i hate what they did to Rhaenyra and to the story? Ok, and you're racist for using Laena as an excuse of made up ship (Laenyra) to shit on Daemon X Laena in order to praise your incest ship and for not wanting Nettles in the series cause could ruin it. Whatever happens it seems is always the black characters who gets sacrificed for the sake of white characters. I said what i said.

Um, this has the energy of this:

Oh God you really let it all out there. Minus calling Emma ugly(again guys can we please not call the actors/actresses ugly), I don’t think you are wrong and I get your frustrations.

It’s pretty clear this show has an agenda, is biased towards one character in particular at the expense of basically everyone else, and has a misogynoir problem.

Now to be clear, even though Emma is going along with what is being pushed, I think it’s inaccurate to blame any of the actors or actresses on this show for what is happening. Because at the end of the day it’s the show runners and the execs at HBO who are calling the shots. Emma is just a mascot for their agenda(take that as you will).

They more than likely purposely picked Emma because they wanted to make Rhaenyra into some feminist warrior queen who has a rainbow coalition of supporters against the conservative greens.

It’s corny, but with another character like say Rhaena the Black Bride(who’s already a lesbian) or even Visenya(who’s a warrior queen) it could work.

However the problem with choosing to make Rhaenyra into a revolutionary type figure/girl boss/feminist is that she’s the complete opposite of that.

Rhaenyra in canon is a racist to the point where she’s willing to use it to explain away murder, she mocks Laenor for being gay(says her half-brothers who are children are his type), looks down on and underestimates the small folk, and doesn’t even bother to help advance other women(Stokeworth and Rosby) in her class much less women like Nettles.

Her and Alicent have a completely different relationship dynamic in the books than in the show.

She’s selfish and self-focused. She’s malicious bordering on sadistic. She even puts her own children in danger for her own wants.

And before her followers go moaning she’s done too many things to claim that she’s been wrongly framed by the narrative. No sane person is chopping off heads and feeding it to dragons or trying to murder innocent women in their sleep. That’s not maester propaganda. She’s objectively awful.

She may be a woman, but she’s no better than her brother. Women can be just as awful as men(for Christ’s sakes look at real life not everyone is wrongly accused because of sexism). Rhaenyra shows that. Even at the last moments of her life she pretty much has zero remorse IMO.

For those reasons, I absolutely hate that the show is trying to redeem her. I hate how they cast Black actors to use them as human shields to make her look progressive, to lessen her atrocities, and even to make her something like her death look less atrocious.

Fans see Black people(the characters) supporting her vs. the mostly white greens they go that’s the progressive team(that ideology is so f*cked up). They even have Black fans supporting Rhaenyra because of all the Black secondary characters.

Never mind that these characters(who are race-bent) are being screwed over by the narrative, haven’t been presented in the best light, and have had their stories be rewritten to better serve Rhaenyra and make her look sympathetic/noble/just. The best who are treated way worse than their white book counterparts.

They added Ser Vaemond calling Rhaenyra a whore to justify Daemon killing him when in the books he rightfully calls her out and gets unjustly beheaded and feed to a dragon as a result on Rhaenyra’s orders. Then his sons and cousins get reprimanded by with some getting their tongues cut out, but that’s all been cut out.

Instead of showing that was loved or at least cared for by Daemon like in the books show Laena has been regulated to sorta second best(third best if you factor in the Viserys situation). She’s unloved and unwanted. Her suicide is made into a girlboss/empowering moment instead of being criticized for what it is away to make Rhaenyra’s death look better. Laena’s character is a walking stereotype(disposable Black girlfriend, look it up).

The audience eats it up of course and instead of calling out making her into a stereotype they are upset that the show did not make the non-canon throuple situation happen so they could get more brownie points for their I love Black people, I'm not a racist, I just don't want that Black person who isn't a plot device on the show act.

(I’m calling it non-canon cause you can’t only use the word fond to support a relationship, especially when you claim that word means nothing when it comes to Dettles which has more evidence than a single word).

Even Laenor has been made into a deadbeat dad. Corlys looks stupid. The girls have been given nothing to do. Addam’s whole purpose is to scarifice himself for Rhaenyra which is why they are highlighting him so much.

It’s absolutely disgusting.

I have no idea what they are going to do with Nettles, a character who doesn’t need to be race-bent cause she’s already Black, but based on their track record it could be terrible(I’m holding out hope though). She shouldn’t be treated like she’s just some whore or Daemon's mistress. She has her own plot, she’s loved by, and she’s one of the few survivors of the dance(and one of two dragonriders).

If the show was decent at all they’d do the right thing and show her as the multifaceted character she is and not regulate her into another stereotype(I guess they’d go the Jezebel route).

I totally get where you are coming from on the racism aspect. This is obviously lost by most though. Hell, most in the fandom are racist themselves, but skirt by because they like this show using the Black characters as human shields. It's a circus.

And no one is going to take this rant seriously since you went a little too far. All they are going to focus on is you calling Emma ugly, which again was uncalled for, but I get the essence of it.

[starkslydia]

my main problem with greens / rhaenicents on tw is that they just throw words. like… that’s all they do. and most of the time it’s either delusional / fabricated / hypocritical stuff so i try to not pay attention to them because if i don’t like something i just ignore it but honestly it’s reaching a point where it’s getting ridiculous. with the greens it’s just delusion and misogyny and their own little fucked up view of the dance but regarding rhaenicent stans there are a few things that really piss me off. i’m not even going to dwell on them calling other lesbians or bisexual women like me (essentially any sapphic) lesbophobic for… not liking their ship? when most of the time said sapphics enjoy rhaenyra x laena? so anyways there’s that. there’s also something about their obsession with stripping rhaenyra of every single thing that makes rhaenyra who she is. her children, her dragon blood, her rage and fury, her vengeance, her targaryen heritage, her connection with daemon which goes beyond understanding for non-targaryens. they want her to be an accessory for their favorite character, because they don’t give a single fuck about rhaenyra herself. most of them actually dislike her (just go on tw and you will see) and honestly at least for me enjoying a ship while hating half of it… makes no sense. there’s also the whole “you hate the idea of lesbians so much you prefer incest” like bitch those are targaryens?? this is house of the dragon?? targaryens are known for their incestuous marriages?? rhaenyra MARRIES daemon?? alicent marries her two children?? and going back to the whole not giving a fuck about rhaenyra, i’ve seen way too may greens / rhaenicents on tw accusing blacks / daemyras of “supporting dv” (well, and way worse things but whatever besties) when… most of them romanticized the knife scene, making jokes about it or saying how hot it was. and the fact that they undermine rhaenyra’s loss and grief to fuel their fantasy that “they still have a chance” as if alicent hadn’t usurped her throne, stole her birthright and accident or not, she is responsible for lucerys getting murdered. the fact that they wholeheartedly believe that rhaenyra has to (and will) forgive her for everything after not only making her life miserable for ten years, but also being the cause of her greatest pain is literally insane. but whatever, because at the end of the day all they care about is their little fantasy with no regards for rhaenyra at all. just keep your shitty takes on ao3 and stop being whiny delusional people <3

disclaimer: to the lovely rhaenicents that only wished that otto was gone and the dance had never happened so alicent and rhaenyra could be together, this is not for / because of you, y’all are lovely and i wish you a nice day <3

note: i’m not gonna argue with anyone so if u try to start a fight i’m gonna block u idc this is just my opinion !

[aphrodisiac-siren]

Dynasty of Flames

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen-Royce Reader

Summary: Being born into the most respected and equally feared houses in the realm made people look up to you as if you were a god and the devil himself, in equal measure. People say that when a Targaryen is born, the gods flip a coin; and when news of the birth of Daemon’s firstborn- a girl, spread, people could only wait in anticipation to see which side of the coin faced up during her birth. 

Warnings: Incest (duh), maybe some swearing??

Part 1, Part 2,

Part 3

The morning air was cold and a thick fog surrounded the boat that swiftly floated top the waters, sailing along the path that led to King's Landing.

Y/N stood on the upper-deck, facing the port side of the boat to gaze into the distance as she doodled in her little pocket book; though there was very little she could see, courtesy of the fog. She wondered why there was such a big concern regarding Luke's succession when he was already named Lord of the Tides and furthermore, why it required the entirety of the family to travel to the Keep to settle the dispute. It was not that she did not like the Red Keep, she just did not like sailing.

"Have you eaten?" Jace walked up the stairs to join his half-sister on the upper deck. Even though he was a few years younger, he'd formed a habit of mother-henning his siblings, fitting into the role of being the one who would one day sit the throne and take on the job of protecting them.

"I did, before we left home" Y/N sweetly smiled at the boy, momentarily looking toward him. Jace had grown up to be rather loving around her, given their history of never getting along at first and she was glad to have someone such as himself by her side.

"It's a good thing you do not get seasick like our brother" he chuckled "he's finally fallen asleep now, though I believe he will awake in a rather bad mood"

"He does get grumpy after his afternoon naps" Y/N playfully grinned at all the past memories of Luke waking up and just being an irritable puppy until it was time for tea "Are you nervous about going back? Luke seemed a touch uneasy"

Jace sighed at the question. He did feel a bit hesitant with regards to going back and facing the other half of his family; the half that did not like him. Though, even if he would never admit it out loud, he knew he and his brother played some part in creating a tense atmosphere between them and a certain uncle.

"I won’t lie, I am a bit nervous yes" Jace pressed his lips into a line.

"Aemond?" Y/N asked and Jace heaved a long sigh before he nodded silently.

"Whatever happened, it was all years ago" Y/N tried to provide some comfort "I'm sure he won’t lash out at the mere sight of you"

"Of course you'd think that, he's your friend" Jace chuckled softly to himself "but us boys, we've never been even remotely close to that"

"Again, that was years ago. People change Jace" the older girl looked at him adoringly "and if he initiates anything, I promise I'll be by your side unlike the last time"

"Thank you sister" Jace replied with an appreciative glance though he had a feeling that deep down the princess would side with Aemond. The both of them had been together ever since they’d learned how to walk and he knew that if things ever got heated like the last time, Y/N would once again rush to Aemond's defence.

It took all morning to reach King's Landing and everyone was more than happy to leave the boat and walk on land once again. Thankfully the carriage ride back to the castle was a short one.

Upon their arrival, neither the queen nor her children were present to welcome Rhaenyra and her family. No one had expected for the King to be present for he was far too ill to do so. Still, at the very least his hand, Otto Hightower could make himself present. Instead, Lord Beasburry stood at the doors to welcome them.

"How lazy can one get to not make any effort to simply walk to the doors of the courtyard" Y/N mumbled to Luke and Rhaena "Is it really that big of a task to greet your guests?"

Luke chortled at the older girl's rant. She most certainly was Daemon's daughter.

Once they'd all entered the castle, everyone headed off into different directions to look around. Rhaenyra and Daemon to meet with Alicent, Baela and Rhaena to look for their grandmother Rhaenys, Jace and Luke to have a look at their former training yard. The younger boys went along with their mother while Y/N decided to visit her old nursery.

The castle felt so familiar but at the same time, so different. It was hard to describe but it did have that sense of home that Y/N found rather welcoming.

As she grew closer to her old room, she heard a faint and distant sound of someone singing from within so she cautiously and silently walked closer. She stood by the doorway as she looked into the nursery. It was so much different from when she'd last seen it. The drapes were no longer blue: her favourite colour, but they were now a pale shade of yellow and the cradle that used to sit closer to the window was now in the very middle of the room. There was a baby inside cooing at a man who was looking into the cradle, playfully wiggling his fingers in the child's face as he sang a calming melody.

He had his back facing Y/N but judging by the pearly white hair, It couldn’t be anyone other than the king's sons. He had a lovely voice, Y/N thought. She couldn’t see his face but he had hair that was short, and slightly wavy.

"Aemond?"

The boy leaned away from the cradle, standing at his full height before turning around to face Y/N. There was a moment of confusion before he smiled warmly.

"Princess" he stretched his arms out "I am so happy to see you Y/N, though I am a touch insulted you mistook me for my brother"

Yes, I can see that now, Y/N thought to herself when she saw the boy she was talking to had both his eyes.

"Apologies, prince Aegon" the younger girl smiled back "It's just that Aemond too has short hair and I noticed-"

"Oh, it’s fine Y/N" Aegon laughed as he waved his arm at her "I was just teasing. Did you just arrive? How was the journey?"

"Quiet tiresome. Terrible storm that toppled our boat and then I had to fight off a sea serpent" Y/N scoffed as she pretended to wipe sweat off her forehead "I had to swim all the way back"

"Quiet the adventure" Aegon chuckled but was interrupted by the sound of the baby giggling "Ah, seems like Maelor is just as fascinated by your voyage. Come, let me introduce you to my youngest son"

Aegon gently picked up the babe in his arms who cooed adorably in his father's embrace.

"Maelor, I would like to introduce you to the most beautiful girl in all of the seven kingdoms" Aegon softly bounced the little boy, a gesture that made him giggle.

"Oh hush now" Y/N laughed as she lovingly smiled at Maelor "Hello little prince"

The small boy stretched his arms toward the girl, indicating that he wanted to be carried by her and Aegon let Y/N hold the baby. Maelor looked up at the princess, wide-eyed before he reached up to grab her hair in his little hand, pulling it closer to put in his mouth.

"Ah ah" Aegon tutted as he uncurled Maelor's fingers to free his grasp "Please do not tug on her hair, I'm afraid that job is solely reserved for your uncle, Aemond"

"Aegon" Y/N gasped at the statement that made the older boy chortle at her reaction "Aemond is my friend"

"Of course princess" he suppressed his laughter "do not use that word in his presence, might upset him"

Y/N rolled her eyes. Ever since they were children, Aegon had been teasing them both.

"Y/N?"

The girl tilted her head to see Helaena by the door and immediately her face lit up. The both of them used to write to each other a lot over the years and had grown quiet close. Aegon took Maelor from her arms so that she could greet his sister-wife.

"Oh, I've missed you my dearest" Helaena engulfed Y/N in a warm hug.

"And I you, my darling" Y/N hugged her tighted as Aegon cleared his throat.

"You see that?" He turned toward Maelor "Y/N is stealing away your mother from us"

"Stealing?" Y/N raised a brow "Helaena was always mine. It was you who stole her away from me"

"Oh shut up" Aegon rolled his eyes with a chuckle.

"Perhaps we could run away tonight and get married in Dorne" Helaena nudged the younger princess' arm "You ready the kids and I'll ready Dreamfyre"

"I'm right here, you childish imbeciles" Aegon made a face that had both girls burst into fits of laughter.

"Have you met Aemond yet?" Aegon asked "He should be at the training yard, if I’m not mistaken"

"Why aren’t you training as well?" Helaena asked.

"I was on my way, but Maelor wasn’t in his best mood" the older boy explained "I decided to stay with him in the nursery"

"In the training yard, you say" Y/N gave each of them a curt nod "may I be excused? I should go and.. meet him"

"If you intend to snog him, now would be a bad time" Aegon shouted from the nursery as Y/N walked out "Cole is with him presently but I would be happy to drag the knight away to give you both privacy!"

Y/N shook her head as she laughed at his antics.

By the time Y/N arrived at the training yard, it was for the most part, empty.

The twins who served as knights of the king's guard, Ser Erryk and Arryk Cargyll were putting away the weapons near the little shed under which all the weaponry was kept.

Y/N spotted Ser Criston Cole not too far from the twins and made her way toward the knight.

"Ser Ciston" she greeted and she could swear she saw him jump just a little when she called his name while approaching from behind.

He too, just like Aegon, did not recognise her at first but one look at her unique hair seemed to remind him of who it was he was talking to.

"Princess" he bowed "how nice to have you back after all these years. You've grown even more beautiful from when I last saw you"

"Oh you flatter me" Y/N smiled at the compliment "I was told I would find Prince Aemond at the training yard, is he here?"

"He is"

Y/N bit her lip to reign over the girlish grin creeping to her lips. She hadn’t heard his voice in years but she knew exactly how he spoke despite him sounding nothing like how he used to. The accent, the tone delivery; it was obvious that it was Aemond who was stood right behind her.

The girl spun around slowly to look at the prince. He was taller, so so much taller than her. And his hair too was much longer than how it was a child. She found it funny how she mistook Aegon for Aemond because of how short he'd kept his hair meanwhile Aemond outgrew his hair like how Aegon once did. The only difference was, Aemond's hair wasn't as wavy and unkept as Aegon's. His left eye, or more like the place where his left eye would’ve been, was covered with an eye patch.

He wore black, as opposed to the green he always incorporated into his wardrobe as a child. Y/N liked it, he looked absolutely dashing.

"Hello" she simply said with a smile and Aemond's facial features softened

"Lovely to see you again, princess" he reached out to take her hand in his and brought it to his lips to place a gentle kiss, never once tearing his gaze away from hers.

"You've grown taller" the girl stated and Aemond breathed lightly in amusement, without even a hint of his familiar warm smile.

"And y-you.." Aemond trailed off, still processing the fact that she was standing right before him, her hand still in his. Not realising he'd momentarily zoned out, his gaze fixated on something his mind wasn’t aware of in the present.

"If you are contemplating commenting on my breasts, I would advise you not to" Y/N raised a brow and she heard Cole drop one of the weapons behind her, perhaps in response to her blunt forwardness "Unless you are attempting to have me despise you"

"What- no, that’s not what I-" Aemond fumbled over his words, something he never did. He only just realised that while he had spaced out into oblivion, his disassociated gaze had fixated the décolletage of her dress, that allowed for a bit of her cleavage to be exposed without compromising her modesty "My apologies princess, I did not mean to-"

Y/N chuckled at how his cheeks turned pink, just a tiny bit. She did frown inwardly when she noticed that his freckles that she liked so much had faded away.

"I've missed you" the princess earnestly said as she looked up at him with her beautiful lavender eyes "Issa rōvēgrie naejot rȳ mōrī rȳbagon aōha elēni"

"It feels nice to finally hear your voice"

"Likewise" Aemond responded tenderly. He was slightly surprised to hear her speak Valyrian with such fluency. When they were little, they used to have lessons together to learn the language and she always had a hard time with it. He knew he shouldn’t be that surprised though, she was Daemon's daughter after all. He was well aware her father used to help her a lot when it came to speaking Valyrian, something he wished his own father would’ve done.

"You don’t smile as much" Y/N pointed out all of a sudden. He seemed so closed up and cold. He usually was rather talkative around her, always ranting about something he'd read in a book or about how one day he would have a dragon of his own and they could both fly together. But now he was so rigid, barely saying a few words at a time. It made her a touch disappointed that she was so eager to see him; meanwhile, he seemed not to be.

"You weren't at court" the boy simply replied; a comment that had Y/N grinning ever so slightly and lifted her spirits a bit after his cold demeanour had drowned them.

She wanted to stay and talk some more after years of being able to do so only through letters but she knew her father would be expecting her along with the others. He'd told her that he needed all of them present in a bit when they would go to greet the King. Besides, Aemond did not seem to want to talk to her as much as she did.

"I'd love to talk some more but I must find kepa, he'll be expecting me" she informed as she took a few steps away from him and walked toward the castle. Deciding to push her luck, given her bold nature, she made another statement that she hoped would make Aemond loosen up a bit.

"Ēdā mēre hen olvie gevie līrinon" she told him before she turned away.

"You had one of the most beautiful smiles"

"īlē se drīve inkot bē pōntoma" Aemond whispered to himself as he watched her walk back inside the castle.

"You were the reason behind almost all of them"

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