#you have Viserys. the King and Father. asking the guards and people around him where his Daughter and Heir is.

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hotd 1.03 - Viserys not knowing where Rhaenyra is, and Alicent being the one to find her.

[earenwen-leafwhisper]

The handmaid and the dragons part 2

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Summary: The last Farewell of Alyssa, pain not only one personne. A prince needed to talk.

Pairing: Baelon Targaryen x servant reader, Child Daemon Targaryen x servant reader and Child Viserys Targaryen x servant reader (all platonic)

Trigger warning: death, mourning and funeral, tears

Note from the author: part a little shorter than the first part, but I wanted to focus on an event. Like the first part, the reader is not described physically.

English is not my native tongue, if mistakes have been able to pass my correction, I will correct them soon

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The fog was falling on the area, heavy clouds covered the sky and darkened the landscape. A veil of sadness covered the castle.

The sisters of silence had walked from the great septuary. The servants, lords, and ladys were all looking sad and mourning. If it were not the sound of the armor of the guards and the wind blowing in the streets of King’s Landing, the castle was nothing but a dead silence.

Queen Alysanne was to stay with the children for two days. On the third day, you looked at Viserys and Daemon, you tried to keep your tears and deep sadness secret, your heart tight, you helped the children getting ready. Viserys had red eyes and ate, having cried since the time when the masters had refused to let the children see their mother. Baelon was so devasted that seeing Viserys in this state, had him so hurted to see him, that he turned back and refused to see the children not wanting to show them how devastated he was, so see them sad. He wanted to show himself strong for them, despite the emptiness he felt in the place of his heart.

Daemon was still too young to understand clearly all that had happened, he asked after his mother, but the servants, nannies and Targaryen only replied that he could not see her.

The evening when you were walking around and Viserys was crying, you tried to stay calm and nice.

"Where is Mom?"

"In a better world, little prince..." Daemon and Viserys looked at you with their child’s eyes, not understanding why their mother had left without them.

That night, you told them a story you had already heard (from family, friends, others), a metaphor about death and life after it, whether for the people who are grieving, or the person who died and his crossing into the afterlife.

After all, it also helped you in some way to mourn your loss, which was quick because of your position as a servant. Even if deep down you where hurt.

The next morning, you woke up earlier than usual, you had given yourself the task of looking after the children, to get in the easier task for the other servants not to have to look after them. It was the best way for you not to end up breaking down.

The clothes had been taken and organized in order to optimize their change of outfit, a basin of hot water was placed so that they could wash off their night of sleep more or less agitate. Everything was close and yet you did not want to wake them, you wanted to leave them in the realm of dreams. But it was necessary to wake them up, for their final goodbye with their mother.

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The wind had faded as everyone gathered around the funeral pyre. Baelon was in front of everyone, near the body of Alyssa, his shoulders were shaken by his sobs. The queen took Daemon in her arms to bring him near Alyssa.

"Why is mommy hiding? Why is Dad crying? Why is Vhagar here? Will mommy wake up?"

 

And so on the questions were. Follows from Viserys, who tried not to cry. You could hear him sniffing, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his tunic. With a broken voice, he said goodbye to his mother, he laid down small flowers picked on the way up the hill. wanting something cute to be near his mother.

Viserys and Daemon stood side by side behind their father. Jaehaeris and Alysanne stood a few steps away from them, as did some of the royal family, like prince Aemon and his wife Jocelyne Baratheon. The guards were posted not far from them, and finally a few more steps away, you stood with some servants, some of them were your friends, everyone were in different level sad, some people at the edges of crying. You could hear people sobbing, although everyone tried to keep up a good figure, appearances were not misleading.

Baelon took some time before moving back from the pyr, Aemon having approached him and placed his hands on his shoulders in order to support him in this terrible event. It is with a hoarse and broken voice that he says to fear word in High Valyrian.

"Dracarys..."

Vhaegar looked at Baelon, her gigantic head slowly moving, the dragon watching Baelon, you thought to see a gleam of understanding in the dragon’s eyes, but quickly pulled out this idea from your head when you heard the small voice of Daemon.

"Mommy ?" His voice was filled with misunderstanding and concern.

When Vhaegar moved her head to line up to set the fire, Daemon grabbed Viserys' tunic and shaked him. When the flames touched the woods, Daemon screamed.

"Big brother! Mommy’s is hurted !! "

But Viserys did not move, tears running down his cheeks. Daemon ran to Baelon.

"Daddy! Mommy’s hurt!!!"

He clings to the leg of a Baelon crying in Aemon’s arms, shaking him and screaming at full lung, tears begin to flow down his cheeks. He looked at his grandparents but they kept a steady face, which did not give confidence to Daemon.

When he see you, he runned towards you, you put yourself on his level and took him in your arms.

"Y/nickname! They hurt mommy!! Please!! Help her!!!"

"I’m sorry, Daemon, I can’t do anything..."

"A magic kiss!"

"A magic kiss can’t help your mommy... I’m sorry..." Your last words were between soft sob.

When Daemon saw you crying, he cried even more, punching on your shoulders, sad and angry at you. He did not speak to you for a week. It's hurted him, that people not helped him in the face of the flames of Vhaegar.

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A few days after the funeral, while you were washing the sheets of the rooms that were assigned to you during the day. You saw prince Baelon walking towards you. You were seated in the lavender’s basin, near other servants. The prince’s presence was not at all customary. He approached with a sure and fast pace. He stopped only once in front of you.

"Leave us." His voice left no choice to the servants present, who with a nod of the head went away. "We must speak."

You looked at the prince, while laying the linen to be taken from you, and let him speak.

"You have always been close to Alyssa..." Her eyes are darkened by the mention of his late wife. "And my children."

"That’s right my prince." This talk with Baelon made you uncomfortable, because you spoke very little to him now even less.

"Alyssa loved you very much, my sons also like you very much..."

Baelon sighed and sat down on the edge of the basin, you could see his purple eyes, circled by purple mark, the features of his face slightly dig in, you worried about him.

"I should not have gone into this war against Dorne... I should have stayed with her..."

"My prince... All hoped that the princess would recover... The maesters took care of her... We were all there... Her loss is a tragedy for all of us and even more so, for you and your sons. At least you were there, she knew you were safe and sound." You didn’t know if your words could help him but you tried anyway.

"What would have happened if I wasn’t here?!"

"Your sons would have been by her side, your mother would have been by her side, we wouldn’t have let her go alone."

Baelon began to weep, tears slowly flowing from his eyes.

"Why her ? What did I do to lose her ?"

"Nothing wrong, my prince..."

"I never cheated on her, never had bastards... And... And..." Baelon’s not going to continue his cries taking the lead.

"I’m sorry my prince..." You don’t look at him anymore, leaving a hesitant hand, to rest on one of his shoulders.

You felt him redeem, at the touch of your hand, but say nothing, leaving completely to his sadness.

"You are not alone, my prince... We are here to support you"

Baelon remained in the basin for several hours, showing his grief completely. It gripped your heart, you could not imagine how much it had to be destroyed within itself. It was in silence that you finished your washing, at the prince’s expense.

"You go to Daemon and Viserys?"

"After changing the sheets of Prince Aegon’s crib."

"How do my children react?"

"They miss you, my prince... It would be good for them to see you." Baelon looked at you with his purple eyes. " They need you my prince, you have lost your wife, but they have lost their mother... Let them not lose their father too. "

"Yes... you’re right... but it’s so hard..."

"Seeing them might do you some good, my prince." Baelon looked at you and you smiled softly.

“Maybe... yes...”

Baelon nodded his head, before moving to your side towards the castle. Your arms carrying baskets of linens. The wind blew gently, letting fly away the few dead leaves that had formed in this early autumn.

 

"My prince, I hope that one day your heart will find peace..."

“I doubt that will ever happen.”

"We don’t know what the future holds for us, my prince, your sons may give you some peace."

“The void left by Alyssa is so great...”

"But your sons are present, they hold your heart."

 

Baelon shook his head slightly, think of your words, full of optimism, that optimism which had been torn away from him for several days.

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Harwin Strong X Fem!Reader

Summary: After loosing someone you're close to, you're sent home - only to be asked to return to Kings Landing weeks later as Viserys names an heir to the Iron Throne.

Warnings: Canon Character Death (Aemma + Baelon). Birth scenes. Reader's father is named.

Listening to: 'The Power of Prophecy' by Ramin Djawadi

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You’d been a maid of honor to Queen Aemma Targaryan since before her husband was crowned King. For years you’d stayed by her side, at her beck and call. Despite not having the status of her ladies in waiting, everyone could tell how fond of you she was. 

As much as you loved being with her, and as much of a friend her daughter, Rhaenyra, had become to you, you missed your home. Some days you wish to return there. 

Your house, House Lonn, boasted a fine place to grow up in the northern Riverlands. 

From the land it offered, to the valor of its people - despite everything, your family's pride was how well of a response they could conjure when called to arms. Everyone, man or woman, were taught to fight and ride, and all had the same standard to follow. That was something you missed while serving as a lady in King's Landing - women here did not fight, they only served. 

Something else you longed for was your spot. As a child, if your memory serves you right, you remember escaping the stone walls of your home to meander down to a creak at its west. It was quiet, and green, damp, but there was no other place where you had more fun when growing up. No other place felt more like home. 

And it was times like now which made you long to be there. 

It would’ve been so much more peaceful. 

You had no doubt the tournament outside was roaring with life, but your concern was Aemma - already she was shouting out in pain. Grand Maester Mellos was sent for, and no sooner had he arrived than he was leaving again. 

Nurses and servants arrived, and most of Aemma’s ladies were already gone, attending the tournament, or had since been sent away. But you stayed. 

You, young and impressionable, and loyal to a fault, stayed by Aemma the whole time. You promised her she wouldn’t be left alone. It wasn’t your first time helping her give birth, really it was your third. But this was the first time you’d felt so compelled to not leave the room. To stay true to your word, no matter what, and never leave the room. 

After hours, with no progress, Aemma was becoming restless - frankly most in the room were. After so many births, labor wasn’t supposed to be this difficult. When Mellos sent for King Viserys, you felt a hot flush go down your spine. Calling for the husband was never a good thing, not from what you’d heard. 

When Viserys made it, you stepped aside and let him take Aemma’s hand. For a moment your worries seemed to disappear - the care and love on his face made you believe he wouldn’t ever hurt her. A foolish belief, you came to learn. 

Time around you seemed to slow as Mellos told Viserys he must choose between letting both the child and mother die, or killing the mother. It felt like water filled your ears as Viserys nodded for the Maester to cut Aemma open. Your hands shook as your head swayed from side to side. Someone was saying ’no’, over and over. Only when your arms were grabbed did you realize it was you. Only after you were being dragged away did you realize that you’d lunged for the Maester to try to stop him. 

As Aemma pleaded, screaming as the Master cut her belly open, you kicked and yelled and struggled through tears, but all in vain. Viserys' guard, Ryam, was still strong enough to take you out of the room and into the hallway. 

“Calm down child.” he said, pinning your shoulder to the stone wall behind you. You could make out his grey beard through blurry eyes, but nothing else. 

“No, he’s killing her, he can’t do that! She’s the Queen, we can’t lose her!” As if filled with a new surge of energy, you tried to break free - but only to be pushed back again, now with a firm press on both your shoulders. 

“It’s the way of life, it cannot be stopped.” Ryam said. You looked up at him, finding kind eyes, as if he was trying to make you understand. But the way he was looking down at you only made you angry. The strength you’d been taught as a child returned, and with a shove you pushed him off so you both stood in the middle of the hallway.

“You swore to protect her! Your oath! She’s being killed and you’re telling me there’s not a thing you can do? Where is your honor!” 

Aemma’s screams stopped. You both knew what it meant. For a moment, understanding flashed across Ryam’s face. Shame, grief, or something else too. But then his face hardened again. Just like that, his time to mourn was over. 

“My oath was to the King.” he said, “It’s his commands I follow, first and foremost. You’d do well to learn the same.” Then he left, returning to his post with Viserys, and leaving you alone. Alone with your thoughts. Alone to process what just happened, and how quickly everything changed. 

Your hand covered your mouth as you stumbled back into the wall, bracing yourself against the stone. Aemma, the queen, the person you spent most of your time with, was gone. Dead. The next thing she would do is burn on a pyre. 

Hours earlier, you were longing for home, and no doubt that is where your place was next - especially after the stunt you pulled. You should’ve been more careful with what you wished for.

After the funeral for Aemma and Baelon, you were sent home. The trip took days, but after so long away you were glad to be back. You’d only wished you could’ve spent more time with Rhaenyra before you left. 

Your father welcomed you with open arms, and in his hold you felt a little bit of yourself being put back into place. It had been years since you were last home with him, you hadn’t realized how much you missed it. 

Weeks passed and you’d fallen into a comfortable routine when your father received a summons from Viserys, telling him to go to King's Landing. He barely had to ask you to join him, you jumped at the opportunity to see Rhaenyra again. Apparently she too was looking forward to seeing you again. When you did arrive back at the Red Keep, she barely let you dismount your horse before jumping to wrap you in a hug - an act which reminded you just how much younger she was than you. 

“I’m so glad to see you again.” she said, stepping back just far enough to keep holding onto your gloved hands. “It isn’t the same here without you.” 

“I’m happy to be back too,” you replied, “Father refuses to tell me why we’re here, but I’d return just to lay eyes on you again Princess.” 

“You don’t know why you’ve come?” Rhaenyra asked. You looped your arm around hers as you both turned to make your way inside.

“No,” you said, “I assume if it had anything to do with me that I’d have been told long ago. I’m just here for you.” 

“I’m glad for that,” she scoffed, “Everyone’s here for me.”

“What do you mean?” You looked at her, questioning slowly. Rhaenyra smirked a little, before almost shaking her head and looking to the floor before turning her gaze over to you. 

“My father intends to name his heir tomorrow.” she said. “It’s going to be me.”

You stood to the side of the great hall as your father stepped away from the crowd and made his way toward the Iron Throne. As he knelt before Rhaenyra, and spoke rehearsed words you’d heard many dozens of times already today, you held your head high. 

Today would be a day you’d remember your whole life. 

“I, Cyrus Lonn, Lord of Frigfield and Master of the Two Armies, promise to be faithful to King Visarys and his named heir, the Princess Rhaenyra.” your father said,” I pledge fealty to them and shall defend them against all enemies in good faith and without deceit. I swear this on the Old Gods, and the New.”

With his declaration done, he bowed his head once more before rising and turning around with a smile even you could see. You couldn’t be more glad your father was as happy about this as you were. A female heir was nothing new where you were from, and while your father could be harsh at times he saw no reason to value one’s life over another because of who they were born as. 

It wasn’t an opinion shared by many in Westeros, and opposite views seeped even into your own home at times, but your father always found pride in keeping your own family's oaths and traditions - not that of those around you. Its importance was something he instilled in you since before you could remember. 

It was something you often told Aemma about. ‘We’d be living a different life if the world was like that’ she mused once in reply to your stories of home, ‘I think I’d have enjoyed that life. If Rhaenys was Queen, I don’t think I’d have minded.’ 

It was her you thought of as the last lord finished his oath, and Rhaenyra turned to face her father as he stood to address the room. From behind she really looked so much like her mother. 

“I, Viserys Targaryen, first of his name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynor and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of The Realm, do hereby name Rhaenyra Targaryen Princess of Dragonstone and heir to the Iron Throne.” 

All you could think of was how proud Aemma would be of her daughter.

[lya-dustin]

(@queen--kenobi) Oh the bed prompt #8, dealer's choice as the pairing!

ohh I love that perse💙💙💙

⁸⁾ in a fit of anger after a mission gone wrong, both characters sleep in the only available bed because no one was chivalrous to offer to take the floor

Desperate Measures

cw: mentions of murder, poison, sex, implied sexual abuse, referenced domestic abuse, mentions of court intrigue

Jena Mertyns knows damn well what awaits her if she does not do this.

She has no brothers and while Andal law prohibited a cousin or an uncle inheriting before a daughter, Jena knew they would just marry her to her brute of a cousin and call it a day.

After all that was what they did when she was six and ten a decade ago. And now Casper Mertyns was dead by her own hand only to have his odious brother dispose of his bride after she finally birthed a healthy son and brought the matter to the King.

Jena could not become Byron the Brute’s wife nor lose Mistwood to that fucker. She didn’t kill her drunkard of a father and her cruel husband to lose her freedom and rights to Byron of all people.

The only way to keep her title and lands away from her goodbrother was to seek a husband with the power to shift the small council’s favor to her and give her the son Casper the Cunt lacked the virility to provide her with.

Not necessarily a lord paramount nor the heir to a greater house, the son or a member of the King’s Privy Council would do. But Beesbury’s sons are wed, Larys Strong would kill her before she can kill him, recently widowed Cousin Jasper is too new to his post, Tyland Lannister was happily married to a Reyne and, while she would give her right arm to fuck Criston Cole, the Kingsguard were sworn for life and chances are he will end up fucking the queen the moment Viserys croaks.

Which left only two men.

The Queen’s brother, heir to nothing but some meager holdings and also said man’s father.

But Ser Otto had not been in his rooms and his staff too difficult to bribe which resulted in this change to her plans.

Come morning she will be betrothed to Ser Gwayne Hightower and plenty of red-haired babes will stand between her and her goodbrother soon after.

“I heard rumors of your promiscuity, but never heard the part where you chase your victims, Lady Jena.” Gwayne enters his room to find her in a half-laced kirtle on his bed.

“Then it is your lucky day, Ser.” The dark-haired woman plays up her seductive nature as he makes to leave only to find the door locked from the outside, just as she had paid his manservant and guards to do.

“Night, you mean.” The red-haired knight groans when he finds himself too high up in the tower to successfully climb down from it. “I will not fuck you, but I will not let you sleep in my bed.”

“And I will not leave this bed, you may put your sword between us if you fear I will steal your virtue.” She moves to the side and pats the place where she expects her soon-to-be husband to sleep.

For the crime of fucking some of her father’s creditors to keep herself alive and fed, she has been branded a whore. As if the world wasn’t filled with women who had to fuck a man they didn’t want to stay alive, or in the Queen’s case, on their father’s orders.

He will forgive her and marry her; he is known for the chivalry his father pretends to have.

And now because she will not marry Byron and suffer under him like she suffered his elder brother and her own father, she has done to Gwayne what some men do to gain a wife.

“Why are you doing this?” Gwayne asks as he undressed behind a screen as if a naked man were something unknown to her.

“I need a husband who is well-connected enough to keep Byron from claiming me and Mistwood.” The Stormlander does not beat around the bush, her prey is captured, and the trap shut too tight to prevent escape. “Your father would not wish to lose the chance of gaining a real inheritance for you as well as a foothold in the Stormlands if the offer presented itself.”

“Then why not seduce him?” the red-haired man pulls on a cotton nightshirt over his head now having completely tossed away his court clothes.

“I tried; his room is too closely guarded.” Jena’s answer results in stifled mirth.

“So, you consoled yourself with trapping me?” he asks, and she answered with a yes.

“Upon reflection, I realized I needed to change my course if I wanted to succeed. While it is impractical to wed a man too old to manipulate and too young to die of perceived natural causes—” Jena explains her schemes inner working.

“Perceived natural causes?” he laughs knowing how easily it came to her to admit she’d kill her husband the moment he became a burden.

“He has been removed once; the second time will include the removal of his soul from his mortal body. Most bet it will be Daemon Targaryen who does it, others think your sister might dine privately with Lord Larys again and make him Hand.” The dark-haired lady states the obvious. As good at hiding as the Green Queen is, she forgets the Master of Whisperers was publicly seen entering her chamber and in a fortnight his father and brother were gone along with Harrenhal’s century long repairs.

Gods, Jena loathes when people deny their own capacity for evil. Alicent Hightower may claim innocence all she wants, but no one who plays these sorts of games lasts a single round without blooding their hands directly or indirectly.

Jena should know, one sexual favor three years ago paid for the poison in her husband’s drinking horn and soon enough it will be Byron’s turn. If her dear goodsister wishes, it could go into King Viserys’ favorite goblet and his daughter’s wedding wine.

“I never resort to tricks like this, when I want to fuck a man all I have to do is look at him and he will cross mountains and oceans to find my bed.” She holds his gaze to show her boast holds grains of truth.

No matter how many prayers are held, and Seven-Pointed Stars appear, a cunt opened more doors than a chest full of gold dragons. Something Ser Otto confirmed when he sent four- and ten-year-old Alicent to Viserys’ bed almost six and ten years ago.

“Then why not seduce me that way? You were quite impressive at eye fucking me during yesterday’s service at the Sept.” the Knight asks finally giving up and laying on the bed with her.

“Byron’s petitioning the King for my hand tomorrow. Killed his wife for the occasion and everything, I cannot afford to have the Council rule the way they did back then.” This interrogation was not what she had planned, but she supposed Gwayne is not the type to rush into the battle without a strategy. “Trust me, I would have had you on your back by the next service if the situation allowed it.”

“You are a bold one, but I do not believe your appeal is that powerful, Lady Hightower.” He turns on his side and takes in the sight of her finally getting to the part she wanted: the part where they fuck.

“Shall we put it to the test, Lord Mertyns?”

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Chapter III(The Kingdom of Lune)

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--------------- Days in a ship the Targaryen finally arrive in Lune, as their ship stops in the dock the two families are reunited. Everyone looks around amazed at the New stuff "Welcome to Lune your Highnesses" a young voice says, everyone looks where the voice is and saw a young girl with violet hair and brownish gold eyes, this is Princess Amalthea the heir of Lune. Alicent and her children look confused as they look at the girl "Princess look how you have grown" Viserys says smiling "where are the King and Queen" Otto Hightower asks looking at the princess up and down.

Amalthea knowing who he is fake a smile at him "The Queen is in a meeting with the Council while my father is making sure that the cooks and maids are doing a good job" Amalthea answer with sas, Otto glare at her "How dare you-" the princess cut him off by walking to the king and bowing to him "My king it's good to see last time I saw u was when I was at mine and my nephew first name day, of course, I don't remember but my parents always tell the story of you and your family" the king smile "Now come on my father is gonna be waiting for us in the throne room" she grabs the King's arm and guide him to the carriage.

As everyone gets in the carriage the princess smiles at everyone. A little later the carriage is now going through the streets of Lune, The two families look out of the carriage and saw everyone dress in nice clothes, saw everyone talking to each other and laughing, and kids running along the carriage calling for the princess  "They look... Happy" Rhaenyra says looking outside "huh?... Oh yes when my mother became Queen she wanted everyone to be included, the poor now have homes and food, the windows have support for their children, and everyone is happy and in peace" they all look shocked except the King "The people have not changed" he smiles looking at the princess.

The carriage arrived at the castle and stopped in front of the castle doors where two guards open the door of the carriage "Your Highnesses I present you Castle Luna named after my grandfather's mother" the main doors of the castle opened and standing there was King Epsilon "Welcome to Lune Targaryens, hope you all have a nice and calm trip" Viserys smiles as the king of lune hugs him "Look at you old age has gotten to you" the king joke as viserys laugh "Looks like it has not happened to you" Epsilon laugh and smile "Come, my wife, is waiting in the throne room along with our eldest daughter and her family" the King said as he helps Viserys up the stairs.

Two gold doors opened as they got close to it, in the room, it was Queen Aquila on the throne, to her left is the throne of the king, to her right is the throne of the heir, and next to the king's throne is their eldest daughter who is sitting in hers, next to her is her husband King Arthur Martell and of course, next to him is his son Nash Martell.

The Queen got up from her throne and smile "Welcome dragons it's good to see you again" the Queen start going down the stairs with the help of her good-son, the Queen hug viserys and bowed to the rest and hug Rhaenyra following with a kiss on the forehead "Rhaenyra look at you dear how u grown" A voice say behind the family,  everyone turn around and saw a brunette with dark brown eyes staring at them "Queen Vega" Rhaenyra say as she hop to the past Queen of Lune and hug her, Vega and Rhaenyra always had a grandmother and granddaughter  relationship when Rhaenyra was a child, while the current queen and the heir always had a mother and daughter relationship "Are this your children?" she ask looking at the three brunette and two silver hair kids "Yes, this is Jacerys,  Lucerys and Joffrey while this two are Aegon and Viserys" both mothers smile and hug the children "You all so handsome" Vega say smiling "My Queen the table is ready" a maid say as she bowed "Thank you Lily, come dinner is ready" Aquila say as she grab Rhaenyra hand and guide her to the door.

During dinner, everyone eats in silence except Amalthea and Nash who always fight with each other "So how old are they turning?" Rhaenyra ask looking at Aquila and Vega "They are turning sixteen" Rhaenyra nodded, Alicent look between  the Queen and the two teens that are now throwing pieces of food into each other mouths "And they have not married?" she asked, Vega look at Alicent with a straight face and look at her eldest granddaughter "My husband and I decided that our daughter should have the same privilege that we had when we were young, we want her to marry for love not for duty" Alicent just look at her and ask "What if she does not marry?" Aquila took a breath "Then she won't have to marry, the people of both Lune and Sol don't care if the king or queen is married they just want a good ruler" with that Alicent shut her mouth and look at the queen of Sol "I agree with my mother if my son doesn't wanna marry than that's fine" Rhaenyra look at her husband and shake her head.

After dinner, everyone left for their chambers to rest and get their energy for tomorrow. The Queen and King were in their "The Queen is something else huh?" Epsilon say looking at his wife who just nodded and took her earnings off and went to her bed and fall asleep, her husband just sigh and got in the bed.

================= I started and finish this chapter in school 😩hope y'all like this chapter and I'm sorry if is a little longer but I love writing.

Thank you and have a good day, afternoon, or night.

[sxmmander]

These Violent Acts CH 05 - House of the Dragon fic

THESE VIOLENT ACTS CHAPTER 05 |  A DAMNING LETTER

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They would bow. She would make them bow.

Within the span of six months, Naenya had only visited the North and the Vale. Each visit went with relative ease, the North being the same as it always had been, true and loyal, and the Vale had been easily charmed due to her linkage to the House by her late mother. While in the Vale, she had even visited Runestone, where Lady Rhea had welcomed her. Despite her uncle and Lady Rhea's less-than-amicable relationship, Rhea Royce had welcomed Naenya into her home with open arms.

She was unsure whether her journey was to get more difficult once she arrived at House Tully or afterwards.

She had only been with the Tullys for a week when she got her answer. Although it wasn't what she had expected.

An unopened letter was clutched in the hands of her sworn kingsguard, Ser Loren. The emblem of the mighty house of the dragon was crested into the letter, making her heart flutter with thoughts of home. Rhaenyra and Viserys had sent many letters to her since she had first arrived in the North, with letters waiting for her in the Vale before she had even arrived, so she thought she knew what would be contained in this letter.

She had been wrong.

Tearing it open, her excited smile escaped her as her eyes quickly scanned over the words. The handwriting wasn't her father's, nor was it Rhaenyra's. No, the handwriting of this specific letter belonged to that of the Hand. Ser Otto Hightower had written this letter.

"My father has a new wife," Naenya told Ser Loren, staring at the letter in dismay.

Viserys Targaryen was still the King. He would be expected to find a new wife again. Naenya knew he had done his best to put it off, the girl assuming the court had been bombarding him with pressure as soon as her mother's body was burnt, and she had appreciated his actions in that way. It wasn't his decision to marry again that had caught her so off guard. It was who he had decided to marry.

"Isn't Alicent Hightower my sister's best friend," Naenya asked Ser Loren, beginning to pace around the room as she reread the letter.

Naenya was no fool. She had seen the ways Rhaenyra had stared at Lady Alicent. The way her sister's eyes would light up when the girl entered the room and the way she would stop listening as soon as she left. She also saw the way Lady Alicent stared back at Rhaenyra. While those kinds of feelings were frowned upon for women, Naenya wasn't one to judge her own sister. Rhaenyra was a good soul and deserved whatever happiness pleased her.

Naenya didn't view women the same way as her sister, though.

"Yes, I believe she is. Why?" Ser Loren peered down at the letter that Naenya had thrust in his face, his eyebrows raising, "well that is certainly interesting,"

Naenya's head dropped into her hand as Ser Loren took the letter from her to inspect. The Red Keep had gone wild without her there.

"This is a jester's golden pot," Naenya shook her head. Ser Loren had become one of the only people she could gossip with during the journey, "Can you imagine the havoc?"

"And what if she had a son," Ser Loren said, having come to enjoy their daily gossip sessions, "As a Redwyne from the Reach, I can say with certainty the Hightowers are ambitious. Especially Ser Otto Hightower,"

Naenya nodded. Ser Loren had once been a bastard of the Redwyne family, allowing him to go more unnoticed within the Houses. He always had many stories of the things he had overheard while sneaking around the Arbor before he had been legitimised. Ser Loren had only been legitimised, in fact, due to his keen battle prowess and strong mind for defensive warfare.

"Father couldn't take away my title," Naenya said, though her eyes held conflict, "Not after all this work I've been doing,"

"It certainly would piss off many of the Lords who have come to enjoy your company," Ser Loren acknowledged, his hand on his chin, "Though some Lords will always prefer a male heir,"

"I'll need to make sure I give a perfect impression to those lords," Naenya nodded, her mind taking note of certain houses like the Baratheons and Lannisters, "but father wouldn't just bow to the whims of some male Lords, would he?"

"If it kept the peace? I'm unsure," Naenya sighed, taking a seat on a nearby chair. She knew her father would have to get married eventually. She had just hoped he would pick a less complicated spouse. Perhaps a Tully woman that was around his age. She glanced around at the many fish symbols in her room, and the Tullys were certainly a housebound by family values above all. Naenya would have no problem with a stepmother that was strongly family orientated and could no longer have children, or at least no males.

"Who are we to visit next, Ser Loren?" Naenya asked, trying to distract herself.

"House Tyrell, princess,"

Naenya let out a loud groan, rubbing her eyes.

"Then there is only the Casterly Rock and the Stormlands to go," Ser Loren added, "and then the ball at Dragonstone,"

"Seven Hells, why couldn't I have ended with the Starks or Arryns?" Naenya grumbled.

"Because if we started with the difficult houses, you might've tried to go home," Ser Loren grinned, causing Naenya to roll her eyes.

A soft rap on the door caught the attention of the two friends, Ser Loren coming to attention with his hands resting on his sword.

"Come in," Naenya spoke, reaching for a goblet of water.

Lady Jeyne Tully, a daughter of Lord Grover Tully, entered the room. She was the same age as Naenya, but because she'd bled much earlier than Naenya, she already had a husband and was recently sporting a small baby bump.

"Apologises, princess," Jeyne curtsied, "Am I interrupting?"

Naenya sat up straight. Her cheeks tinged with red as she used her hand to comb through her hair. She had met Jeyne Tully upon her arrival at Riverrun and had been mystified by the girl since. Jeyne held herself in a way she hadn't seen too frequently in the Red Keep. Jeyne also held a certain confidence and lack of fear for the male lords around her. Jeyne had taken Naenya through their garden, informing Naenya of everyone within Riverrun, their positions, and how they felt about Naenya as heir. Jeyne seemed to know everything.

"Of course not," Naenya smiled, placing her cup down as she tried to figure out what to do with her hands, "Ser Loren, you can guard the door. Thank you,"

Loren stared at her in bemusement but eventually bowed and took his leave. Leaving the two girls by themselves.

"It will be my brother's birthday soon. He'll be turning six," Jeyne said, "Father wishes to do a large birthday celebration. He was hoping you'd still be here to celebrate,"

Lord Grover only had one son, a boy full of energy and excitement, and everyone in the castle seemed entirely besotted by the young lad. She had met Henry Tully as she entered Riverrun, being one of the many lined up to greet her. For her entire stay, he had remained an incredibly joyful little boy.

"Of course, I can help with the preparations as well,"

"Oh, we wouldn't expect that of you," Jeyne protested, her hand resting on her stomach, "We would be perfectly pleased with you simply attending,"

"No, let me help. It's the most I can do for you all hosting me so graciously," Naenya insisted, smiling at the idea, "I can help with the decorations and the games Henry might like to play. When we celebrated my younger sister's birthday, I helped with all the games,"

Jeyne let out a little laugh, shaking her head, "Oh, I can imagine the games. Chase a dragon around and pull its tail?"

"More or less," Naenya joked, her heart fluttering as Jeyne let out another laugh.

"Well, if I can't dissuade you, then yes, that would be greatly appreciated," Jeyne said, curtsying again as she turned for the door, "You can accompany me to the kitchens tomorrow to make sure the list of foods is adequate,"

Naenya nodded eagerly, watching Jeyne exit her room. Perhaps she understood Rhaenyra's desires a bit better than she thought she had.

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Chapter 2 Rhaenys

Rhaella and the king walked in, the king was leaning on his cane and scowling while looking at everyone in the room. “Good morning…Apologies for being so late.” Rhaella was slightly twitching as she spoke, she often did that when the King was next to her. “It’s fine, we didn’t mind waiting.” Elia smiled. The king scowled at her. “We know it’s fine, No one asked if it was fine.” Elia looked at him in the eyes and smiled again. “Yes of course, how foolish of me, Apologies my king.” “Good, now shut up before you say another stupid thing!” Aerys spoke as he walked to the head of the table and sat down, Rhaella sat in the seat closest to him.

The breakfast was long and awkward, all the energy at the table before was gone, Rhaella made a few attempts to make small talk but it didn’t work, no one ever felt comfortable enough around the king to let their guard down and enjoy family time.

After Rhaenys finished breakfast she quickly excused herself, usually she would have waited around long enough for her brothers to finish breakfast so they could spend some more time together but today Aegon would have lessons with Rhaegar in his study and she knew those lessons could go on for hours, sometimes she even counted how long they lasted, the longest one she counted lasted eight hours, it probably would have lasted longer but Elia made Rhaegar let Aegon go. Spending time with Aemon during Aegon's lessons was also hard to do, Aemon was not allowed in Rhaegar's study so usually Aemon would just wait outside of the study during Aegon's lessons.

Perhaps after Daenerys finished her food she would spend time with her. She may invite Viserys as well but he had a habit of annoying Rhaenys. She once even smacked him for annoying her so much after he threw her book into the fireplace, once Elia found out what happened she gave them both a long talk about respecting each other and being kind before she made Rhaenys and Viserys apologize to each other.

Rhaenys decided to go to the library to go see if there were any new books, Rhaenys much like her father was a scholar, every historical and fictional book in that library she had read, which is why her mother and and Grandmother were always trying to get new books for the library, everytime Rhaenys ran out of books to read they would send for more, it didn't matter where they were from or what language they were in, Rhaenys would read them and learn them by heart.

Rhaenys started looking around the library poking around for new books when she felt a tap on her shoulder, she turned and saw grand maester Pycelle. “Hello, Princess” Rhaenys smiled. “Hello Pycelle” despite Rhaenys smile she was not happy to see Pycelle, the old man always made her uncomfortable but she was taught to be polite especially when you don’t like the person you're being polite to. “Looking for something?” the old man questioned. “Yes, I was here to check if any new books have arrived, it seems I've read them all again.” Rhaenys replied. “Unfortunately, no new books have come in yet, Princess.” Pycelle stroked his beard as he spoke. “Ah, a shame, well i suppose in that case i will get going, thank you for your time.” Rhaenys was about to leave when Pycelle put his hand on her shoulder, Rhaenys felt a shiver go down her spine. “Yes, do you need something?” Rhaenys questioned with a smile on her face, despite the unsettling feeling she had she managed to keep a smile. “I have a letter for you, princess, from Willas Tyrell.” Rhaenys felt a genuine smile appear, she always smiled when Willas sent her letters, they had been friends since they were children and started courting in secret, the only people who knew about them were Aegon and Aemon, he always made her smile, whenever he was near she felt her heart bloom.

Pycelle held out the letter for Rhaenys and she took it within the second, she couldn’t help it, she was too happy. “Thank you Pycelle, I must retreat to my room, have a good day.” Rhaenys spoke before turning around and quickly walking out the door.

[forestcat222]

Chapter 2 Rhaenys

Rhaella and the king walked in, the king was leaning on his cane and scowling while looking at everyone in the room. “Good morning…Apologies for being so late.” Rhaella was slightly twitching as she spoke, she often did that when the King was next to her. “It’s fine, we didn’t mind waiting.” Elia smiled. The king scowled at her. “We know it’s fine, No one asked if it was fine.” Elia looked at him in the eyes and smiled again. “Yes of course, how foolish of me, Apologies my king.” “Good, now shut up before you say another stupid thing!” Aerys spoke as he walked to the head of the table and sat down, Rhaella sat in the seat closest to him. 

The breakfast was long and awkward, all the energy at the table before was gone, Rhaella made a few attempts to make small talk but it didn’t work, no one ever felt comfortable enough around the king to let their guard down and enjoy family time.

After Rhaenys finished breakfast she quickly excused herself, usually she would have waited around long enough for her brothers to finish breakfast so they could spend some more time together but today Aegon would have lessons with Rhaegar in his study and she knew those lessons could go on for hours, sometimes she even counted how long they lasted, the longest one she counted lasted eight hours, it probably would have lasted longer but Elia made Rhaegar let Aegon go. Spending time with Aemon during Aegon's lessons was also hard to do, Aemon was not allowed in Rhaegar's study so usually Aemon would just wait outside of the study during Aegon's lessons. 

Perhaps after Daenerys finished her food she would spend time with her. She may invite Viserys as well but he had a habit of annoying Rhaenys. She once even smacked him for annoying her so much after he threw her book into the fireplace, once Elia found out what happened she gave them both a long talk about respecting each other and being kind before she made Rhaenys and Viserys apologize to each other. 

Rhaenys decided to go to the library to go see if there were any new books, Rhaenys much like her father was a scholar, every historical and fictional book in that library she had read, which is why her mother and and Grandmother were always trying to get new books for the library, everytime Rhaenys ran out of books to read they would send for more, it didn't matter where they were from or what language they were in, Rhaenys would read them and learn them by heart.

Rhaenys started looking around the library poking around for new books when she felt a tap on her shoulder, she turned and saw grand maester Pycelle. “Hello, Princess” Rhaenys smiled. “Hello Pycelle” despite Rhaenys smile she was not happy to see Pycelle, the old man always made her uncomfortable but she was taught to be polite especially when you don’t like the person you're being polite to. “Looking for something?” the old man questioned. “Yes, I was here to check if any new books have arrived, it seems I've read them all again.” Rhaenys replied. “Unfortunately, no new books have come in yet, Princess.” Pycelle stroked his beard as he spoke. “Ah, a shame, well i suppose in that case i will get going, thank you for your time.” Rhaenys was about to leave when Pycelle put his hand on her shoulder, Rhaenys felt a shiver go down her spine. “Yes, do you need something?” Rhaenys questioned with a smile on her face, despite the unsettling feeling she had she managed to keep a smile. “I have a letter for you, princess, from Willas Tyrell.” Rhaenys felt a genuine smile appear, she always smiled when Willas sent her letters, they had been friends since they were children and started courting in secret, the only people who knew about them were Aegon and Aemon, he always made her smile, whenever he was near she felt her heart bloom. 

Pycelle held out the letter for Rhaenys and she took it within the second, she couldn’t help it, she was too happy. “Thank you Pycelle, I must retreat to my room, have a good day.” Rhaenys spoke before turning around and quickly walking out the door.

[myfandomprompts]

𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐞 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐

Warning: Angst, spoiler for episode 10 (I promise there will be more Aemond after this chapter) (Part 1 - Part 3) Masterlist

Summary : You are content in Dragonstone, until the news of the King's death reaches the Fortress. You have no allies, and so you go to the only place where you don't expect to find him.

You were happy at Dragonstone. You were absolutely delighted by Rhaenyra's children, both old and young. The babes were incredibly sweet with everyone, and you felt the loving family radiating inside the castle walls, love that you did not feel in the Red Keep.

Jacaerys and Lucerys were both quite busy but they still found time for you, inviting you to some of their activities, tending to their dragons… You were intimidated by both Rhaenyra and Daemon, but it passed quickly as you remembered how considerate Rhaenyra was, and how much the Rogue Prince liked a good joke. The only thing unplanned was the length of your stay. You've been in Dragonstone for far longer than you and your father had intended, not for the displeasure of Ser Lorent Marbrand who was your only close family inside the great walls of the fortress. You had asked several months ago to extend your journey, and everybody had agreed. You missed your family a bit, Helaena and your friends, but you were dreading your return. The return to him.

You shivered from your thoughts as you entered the great hall. You had just come back from the library down one of the towers, having finished studying healing properties of seaweeds when you heard that the Princess Rhaenys had just landed in Dragonstone by one of the guards. You stumbled upon some lords and Daemon all standing around the table as you advanced further into the hall. Feeling like you were not in your place, you tried to sneak away as graciously as possible, maybe go to the beach where you knew the princes were sparring, but a horrifying scream froze you into place.

You rushed toward the screams, crossing the room and not bothering about what the Rogue Prince and the lords there might think. You found Rhaenyra in agonising pain, clutching her belly, maids feet away from her, as lost for what to do.

You ran to her, trying to steady her, "Princess, what happened? Why is this happening?" You knew it was too early for the labour to begin.

"King Viserys, my father, is dead," she announced through gritted teeth when she was able to look at you properly. You froze as she grabbed your arm for support. She cried of pain once more before keeping on. "Prince Aegon has been crowned today. In the Dragonpit."

You said nothing as images went through your head. The grief of the Queen, Aegon with a crown on his head before the people, swinging his sword above his head... His grandfather, protector and wife at his side, as well as Aemond.

Aemond who always found Aegon not fitted for the throne, but supported him nonetheless. Aemond who was fierce, wiser and more willing to be crowned, but always took his duty as the second son to heart, no matter his opinion on the matter. Aemond, who rose higher and higher as the years passed, surpassing his brother in everything aside from debauchery. Aemond, who was certainly standing at his side as his brother was crowned king, standing tall with his usual stance, arms behind his back, eye scanning the room.

You were not feeling well. All of the implications of such an event dawning on you. You were separated from your family, and you had no idea what would happen to them, as they have always been loyal to King Viserys, and always found Otto Hightower manipulative enough to achieve his dark schemes. And there you were, with the true heir to the throne giving birth month too early, and no means of action.

The new Black Queen gave birth to a stillborn, and was crowned during its funeral. All went fast. Lords were demanding war as Rhaenyra tried to slow them down, preferring diplomacy. When her sons volunteered to be messengers for the lords who had pledged loyalty to her, including Lord Borros Baratheon, you couldn't help but intervene. The Baratheons were some of your kin, your aunt married one of their lords and have lived in Storm's End ever since. So you required of the Queen to be sent there with Lucerys to be mainly an asset in the negotiation, but also because you wanted to be with your family in order to better step out of this fight. You wouldn't do anything until you had news of your father. Ser Lorent, ever protective of you, did not succeed in changing your mind.

You learned that you were to fly on dragon back, and you weren't enchanted per say. You enjoyed flying, but the only dragon you have ever ridden was Vhagar, and there was much more room than Arrax offered. However, you arrived in Storm's End several hours later.

"It is best if I enter alone," Lucerys said at first. You wanted to argue but a roar echoed through the courtyard. You turned and saw Vhagar lifting her head above the walls. You swallowed.

He was here.

Part of you wanted to run into the hall, hoping he'd be right there, but the other part of you feared the moment you would see him. You could not allow yourself to give up all the hard work you had done while you were away from him. Not at a moment of such crisis. Your head told you to stay put, but your heart was longing for just a sight of him, a glance, a word.

You stayed outside as the rain started to pour and Lucerys entered the hall. Vhagar seems to recognise you from afar, as Arrax became more and more agitated. You tried to soothe him but you weren't his rider and failed to even approach him. You took shelter under the porch when the rain started to blur your vision. After a while, the doors opened again, the guards revealing a Lucerys as agitated as his dragon. You struggled to hear him above the loud thunderstorm.

"Y/N, you must stay! Find your aunt, I must warn my mother as soon as possible, it's-," he quickly looked at the doors behind him, tension emanated in waves from him, and you were starting to be scared. You wanted to know if he had seen Aemond, though you felt like you already knew the answer.

"It's too dangerous on dragon-back!" he continued over the rain, "I'll come back for you, meanwhile, if you have affection for my family, please try to convince Lord Borros to take our side!"

You wanted to argue once more. Too dangerous on dragon-back? You just arrived this way, why not depart the same way? He feared something, and you felt it. But how long will he be gone? What had happened? 

However, your wishes were becoming true: you were exactly where you wanted, you had the opportunity to stay away from the halls of Dragonstone where battle strategies were surely planned, as well as away from the halls of the Red Keep. Your desire to step away from the boiling conflict achieved. Although it seems here, in Storm's End, you were running toward another diplomatic disaster.

Lucerys hugged you briefly, at your own surprise. You reciprocated his affection before watching him speaking to Arrax and mounting him, flying away with haste. You looked over the wall. Vhagar was invisible to you now. Was Aemond gone too, or was it just too blurry for you to see?

You announced yourself, and the guard let you in. Lord Borros was surprised by your presence. You thought it best to exclude the fact that you came with Lucerys at first, because if you were right, the meeting between the Prince and Lord Baratheon did not go well. If you were to appear as a guest and not demand alliances away, it would be smarter. So you settled to only ask to see your kin.

At first, you dodged the questions of your arrival with ability, but when your aunt arrived you were finally able to relax. You learned that Lord Borros has refused Lucerys' demand to honour the oath his father made to the Black Queen, and that shortly after, Prince Aemond, who had arrived the day before, had demanded his eye in return for the harm he caused him all those years ago. You were expecting to see him appear in the hall at any moment, but you were told he left. To chase the younger Prince.

Panic took you at that announcement. You barely managed to admit that it was Lucerys that brought you here with the calm demanded of your position, and finally you were able to take your leave. Your aunt was glad to see you, but looked very worried. But it didn't matter. You wanted to rush outside and scream into the storm for Aemond to return, not to harm his nephew. 

You were useless, dragon-less.

Hours passed. You were settling in your aunt's apartments, tormented, the storm still raging outside. You thought you heard a roar several times over the raging sea, but you saw nothing from the window of your tower.

Then you heard it, a thud over the storm. Vhagar had landed. You rushed out of the room, and started to descend the many stairs that led to the great hall. You barged in. Aemond was standing there, soaking wet, head down, facing Lord Borros still seated on his throne.

"What happened out there, boy? What did you do?" he demanded.

Aemond was still staring at the floor, his expression was unreadable, but not for you. He didn't have his usual smirk, his eye weren't focused on his surroundings. You haven't seen him like this, ever. You dreaded what he would say next. You didn't want to hear it.

When the Prince looked up at the Lord on his throne, he let the silence linger a while longer before talking, "Lucerys Velaryon is dead. Slain by Vhagar."

The room went silent, and the world twirled before your eyes. Seconds later you were on your knees, clutching your chest for air, as cries of despair escaped you as well as a flow of tears.

"No!" You didn't hear yourself scream, but at that he finally saw you. You were there, on the floor, still wet from the weather, now surrounded by ladies of the court who tried to steady you. What in the seven hells were you doing there? You couldn't be, not now, not after what he had done.

His legs instantly moved toward you, he wanted to reach you, to touch you, "You murdered your own kin?" Lord Baratheon roared.

He stopped in his steps at the question, still too far from you for his taste. His heart was heavy. He didn't look away from you as he answered, "I searched for his remains, in vain," He was not sure if you were able to follow anything that was happening around you now, but his words were meant for you. "I never intended for it to happen. It was an accident."

The rooms filled with whispers, and after a deep breath, Lord Borros announced; "You are still our guest, my Prince. I expect you to honour the promise you made to me and my daughter, and my loyalty shall not falter."

You struggled to open your eyes, you had no idea of how much time had passed since you collapsed. Seconds? Minutes? Hours? When you came to yourself, you were still in the hall, people of the court looking at you and Aemond much closer than he was before. You didn't hear anything that was said, and the ladies around you finally managed to make you stand, your aunt among them, worry written all over her face.

The room was dismissed, your aunt immediately advised you to rest in her apartments, and Aemond who finally had the opportunity to come toward you, was afraid that you would once more escape away from him.

And indeed you were faster. Ignoring your aunt, you freed yourself from the hands keeping you steady and rushed for the door, to the rain. You needed air, and your heavy breathing didn't help calm yourself. He wanted to protect you, that is why he didn't take you on Arrax. And now he was dead. Because of Aemond, because of the man you always wanted.

You felt dirty, empty, and the pouring rain was hurting your skin. You felt something on your arm, almost like a caress, a hand grabbed your elbow for you to turn around. Silver hair entered your vision and you saw an eye watch you with worry. You escaped from his hold at once, and the next thing you knew, you had slapped him. 

He didn't say anything at first, slowly looked back down at you with a lazy eye. His silence was louder than the storm above your head and it annoyed you. It annoyed you and you were angry. So you began hitting his chest with your fists, repeatedly, weakly, almost screaming in rage. He didn't flinch, he let you harm him for a moment, eye boring into you before clasping your hands into his, putting a stop to your doings. You struggled, begging him to let you go, but he didn't. He pulled you close, waiting for you to calm down, to be still.

"You killed him... Your own nephew," you cried. "How could you...?"

He just stared at you, sadness filling his eye; "I never meant for it to happen," he stated.

You watched him, taken aback. He looked sincere. Or were you still this weak?

"Nevertheless, he is gone. Onlt the Gods know where he lies. And you didn't want this? I've been told you demanded his eye, I see you settled for far more," you said bitterly.

"What is done is done!" he said, angry now. "My mistake can never be redeemed as his own never was. My only solace is in the fact that I did not want this, Y/N," he shook your arms as he continued; "I don't care what is said about me now, but I never wanted for you to be in pain."

You barely held a sneer from escaping your lips; "This is all that matters to you? My pain? Then you should have thought of this years ago, before you-"

"You abandoned me!"

A loud thunder came at the same time. You were silenced by his words, your ears ringing from the pain. You were exhausted.

He took a deep breath and his voice became firm.

"You abandoned me. How long were you planning to stay away in that damn fortress? Months? Years? All of your life? The very castle I could not set foot into, and you never returned. Ravens forgotten, friends as well," he talked louder now, "Do you know how many times I thought about flying there to steal you away? You had no right, no right to go away like this. The thought of you, happy, away across the black water bay made me-," he stopped himself, and the next moment he softened your grasp on you, as his shoulders relaxed.

"Now it's different. You are to return to the Red Keep, with me. Your father misses you, it is long due you take your rightful place," he continued coldly, like he hasn't snapped moments before. 

You watched him with narrowed eyes, tears still coming down on your cheeks. You saw his eye look at your lips briefly, then back at your eyes. Even if you were momentarily taken aback by the movement, you let nothing appear as you slowly manage to free yourself from him. You gave him one last look, lifted your dress up and walked away. You needed to be alone, where he wouldn't be.

-0- Part 3

@let-love-bleeds-red @crazylokonugget

[earenwen-leafwhisper]

His first and only love  

Abstract: If before Rhea Royce there was Y/n, the only one that Daemon really loved.  

Pairing: Daemon x Fem Chubby Reader  

Author’s note: Hello, I just finished writing this one shot, I hope you like it, if there are spelling or conjugation errors, I’m sorry I would correct them as much as I can.  

Trigger Warning: fluffy, a little anxiety and mention of blood and death. (Yes, I know, it’s a strange mix.)  

For all those who knew Daemon during the reign of Viserys and the dance of dragons, the only person he ever loved was himself or for some Rhaenyra. For all those who knew him before the coronation and could not speak now would tell you, that this was not the case. Daemon did not know that to drown his own grief, that he was only a shadow of himself, that he wanted only one thing, and it was not to marry anyone, Rhaenyra was only a piece of the giant chessboard in which Westeros was found.

 

During the reign of Jaehaerys I, life in King’s Landing was different, The days seemed to be clearer. The population of King’s Landing was less aware of crime, the guards doing their job properly. 

You lived in a small house in King’s Landing, your parents worked in the city, they ran a small business, in which you worked to help your parents while you were engaged or to have enough savings to open your own business. You did not live in the noblest part of King’s Landing, nor in the poorest. You rubbed shoulders with people of all backgrounds except the nobles of the castle, although for some deliveries of goods, your father went with an employee to the castle, but no interaction other than with two or three servants took place.   

You had never left the city, the journeys were dangerous and required a lot of money, although in your being you wanted to be able to travel freely, to discover the islands of several travelers passing through King’s Landing told the stories. See even from afar the gardens of Highgarden, a winter in the north under the snow mountains, islands and warm lands east of Westeros. When dragons flew over the city you could not help but look at them, imagining what it could be like to travel the world. The only trips you were allowed were when you exchanged goods with a city near King’s Landing, more generally it was your father and an employee, armed in case of possible conflict on the roads, their journey lasted at least a week on good days.  

Your first encounter with Daemon took place on a great hunting day.  

The big hunt was organized by the king, some merchants were called to provide materials, food and drinks for the duration of the event. The palace placed an order in your parents' shop, asking for goods to be delivered on site. Your parents had organized the trade for the week that made up the big hunt. Your mother would stay at King’s Landing, doing the business, with an employee and an apprentice. You had volunteered to help your father, even though you were a young woman, you had become versatile in your business, whether it was for sale, organization or even repair what had to be done when no men were present. You knew where your goods were placed, their cost, how to move them and place them on the wagon. It wasn’t a burden to you, just normal.  

You followed your father when he put the goods in the wagon, explaining that the trade was in good hands, that you were independent enough to help him. You brought him all the arguments that came to mind, you ended up helping him to place wooden crates, placing them so that they take up the least space on the wagon, so that you could place more goods.  

You watched your father get on the wagon, take the reins in hand, employ him who went with him sitting beside him. You sighed, ready to turn around and go home. When you heard your father.  

“You can come, you have ten minutes to prepare. If you’re not back by then, we’ll be gone.” 

You hastened to take a bag where you placed a few clothes, the essentials, a dress, a pair of stockings, a long shirt, a clean ribbon to bind your hair if it were likely to fall before your eyes (if it was of no use to you, it could still be used as a bandage in case of injury), and a pair of underwear (mainly a panty, the long shirt serving as underwear of the upper body at the time). It wasn’t a tourist trip but for work, you don’t allow yourself any frivolity.  

In less than 10 minutes you took what you needed and ran towards the wagon, you went up to the back and sat on one of the big crates, placing your bag on your lap, your mother said goodbye from afar, just like the employee and the apprentice staying with her. Your heart was palpitating, for the first time you would see the outside of the city, even if it was going to be just from the road and the forest, it didn’t bother you.  

The trip took only one day, you could see the walls of the city moving away. The path was rocky and unpleasant, but it didn’t take away from your good mood. As night fell, you had to set up the little tent made of linen and wood. While beginning to unload the wagon, other traders had arrived before you and others continued to arrive, the servants of the noble houses also arrived, placing the large tents of the noble houses that participated in the great hunt. It was only late at night that you stopped, sleeping in the tent, your father sleeping in the wagon with your employee. 

The next day at sunrise, you helped the employee to undo the tent, your father had gone to the king’s servant, with whom he used to work, to explain to him that everything that had been asked was delivered.  

The nobles arrived at the tale tasted, you recognized certain coats of arms, several knights serving houses other than Targaryen were customers, growing up, you recognized several easily. The few Lannister representatives had arrived first, followed by the Baratheon house, and so on, coaches arrived or more simply simple horsemen. A thud in the distance made you stop as you started loading the wagon with the tent materials. You looked into the forest, but saw nothing. A violent gust of wind caused the hair to shake, Aube, the youngest of the hair pulling your wagon, moved a little violently, he was on the alert. The more the minutes went by, the more he agitated, your employee tried to calm him down. Your heart beat a little louder than usual, you were concerned about the stress of Aube, it was of a calm nature, something must have frightened him.  

A cry made you land on earth, Aube had just put it on the ground while freeing himself. You went after him when you saw the man get up.  

For several tens of minutes you walked the path that Aube had taken, the minutes turned into an hour and then into two. You end up getting lost, if at first you weren’t afraid, the more time passed, the more fear would engulf you. The forest was not a place that was customary to you, you did not know how to spot yourself, for nearly an hour you had left the path, noticing traces of hooves turning away from the road to rush into a much denser part of the woods. You had walked alone in the forest, although with time you said it was stupid to have rushed so much into the vegetation. The sun almost did not pass the foliage, some rays that reached the ground allowed you time although difficult to move. All of a sudden, a whimper froze you on the spot, you recognized Aube, you went towards the whimper, to discover Aube in what seemed to be a hole in the forest, the sun was dimly lighting the place, the trees forming huge shadows on the ground. You wanted to approac Aube but was caught hearing a loud noise, a feeling of warmth running through the place, as if the temperature had increased by tens of degrees in an instant.

 

The thud seemed to resonate, you slowly turned your head in this direction, afraid to see a wild animal, ready to jump on you at the slightest movement.  

Opening your eyes, you were greeted by a big yellow eye split like the eye of a cat, scales of a purple red and lighter surrounded it, the scales became larger as you moved away from the eye, you saw his mouth open, letting through a warm wind, on the end of its head was larger scales. Your heart was pounding, you weren’t moving, hoping you’d disappear from his sight if you didn’t. A man’s voice moved the enormous beast in front of you.  

“Caraxes, Henujagon zȳhon”  

The head moved, you could see that it was attached to a long neck, followed by a body and two wings two legs and a long tail. You breathed out the breath you were holding, trying to see who had spoken. You saw a young man with long silver hair and pale skin, your heart missed a beat, never had you thought of meeting a Targaryen, much less in a moment like this. Aube was out of your head, just like everything around you.  

Your return to King’s Landing was tumultuous, your father had worried, he had gone looking for you, to meet you a few hours later. You held Aube by his tether, and walked on the way back to the camp. He had spent the hours that followed questioning you, worried, but you reassured him, nothing had happened. He could smell a slight burning smell on you, but he said to himself that it was due to the fire of the night. You didn’t tell him about your meeting with the Targaryen prince. How you spent a few hours talking to each other, how the discussion seemed so simple, so accessible. Or questions about dragons, about life in the city. The prince had been very courteous in your company, to the point where your heart was racing when Daemon smiled at you.  

The weeks passed, and the thoughts around the prince continued to fill your mind. Your mother was watching you, seeing that you were thinking for long minutes at times. But that was your little secret.  

One evening just before closing the shop a messenger came through the door, he brought a suckling letter destined. Fortunately you had learned to read and write due to the future keeping of the commercial storybook. Your mother introduced you, you came out of the back room to get the message. When you took refuge in your room, you opened the seal on the letter, sealed it in the shape of a three-headed dragon, and you were hoping for a message from Daemon.It was the beating heart, sweaty hands and the ball in your belly that you began to read the letter.  

In this one, Daemon was asking you to join him on one of the streets adjacent to your parents' store that night.  

This small night getaway was the first of many.   

The first escapades took place in the streets of the city, at night, in the middle of street shows, street plays or puppets, fire-eaters and acrobats. You weren’t drinking alcohol to the point of being drunk.  

During the next outings, Daemon took you to see Caraxes, wanting you to be more comfortable with the dragon for your next encounters. He had in his mind the desire to please you with your intention to travel, to leave at night for a destination of your choice, for destinations he knew or not.  

Daemon for the first time in his young life felt fulfilled, when he was at your side, the ambitions of the throne more encumbered his mind. His heart beat at a frantic pace when he saw you smile, he felt as if he was losing his words by dipping into your eyes y/y/c. Your rounded shapes made him want to take you in his arms and spend the night there.  

The more time passed, the more Daemon became infatuated with you, he found it harder and harder to separate himself from you, so hard that he was ready to sneak you into the Red Keep. You became over time the person he cared about most in the world.

 

The change in Daemon’s behavior was becoming more and more visible at the castle. To the point that the king’s hand undertook to have the prince followed, not that the prince could not go where he wanted, he was not a young woman, but the expenses to which he was inclined to make him questioned. The prince had already had adventures but during none of them he bought jewelry, or fabric from Essos, never the servants of the dragon’s Pit had come to report that the prince had taken a young woman during the night on the back of Caraxes. Although Daemon was not the first choice for ascending the throne, future votes for the succession of (king) began to cross the mind of the king and Daemon was one of the possible choices. He couldn’t afford to fall in love with a commoner.  

The days became weeks and months, and eventually years. And while your relationship was secret at first, you and Daemon seeing you in some hostels, or late at night in the streets of King’s Landing. But as time passed and your meetings were less and less discreet, more and more people in the city witnessed your relationship, just as the servants of the castle, who in the morning could see that you had spent the night with the prince, whether it’s talking by the fire, or Daemon reading one of the Library books lying on his bed with your head resting on his chest. Questions about your relationship became more and more present, the king’s hand had heard of your origins, you were not a prostitute, which reassured him for a time. But the attachment of the prince worried him, it had to cease, for the good of the crown, a vulgar commoner could not be in such a long relationship with a Targaryen without risking the loss of title held by that person. It also meant losing a dragon in a major conflict and risking having it as enemies. His plan was simple, everything had to happen quickly and in no time Daemon would have forgotten you. But it didn’t happen so easily.

 

The plan was a simple bargain, your relationship for gold, so you could leave King’s Landing and leave the prince. But you refused with enthusiasm, it had touched your pride. The second plan was an assault and a strong intimidation.  

You were in Daemon’s chambers, lying next to him. Caressing his chest, you had not told him about the bargain, not wanting to worry Daemon. The beating of his heart soothed yours. The ambient silence was serene. Nothing could disturb you. Daemon delved into his thoughts, imagined how to make your union legitimate, how he could convince the king, imagining you in the temple of Baelor, dress up in a dress in Targaryen colors, then flee, that you are equal in the eyes of all. His decision was as clear as the purest water. You would be his wife, his equal, his queen. Rising up he put his lips against yours.

 

“Do you have to get up, my love?”  

“I won’t be long, Byka zaldrīzes, I’ll order a servant to help you get dressed and wait for me.” His voice was soft, his words were only a whisper.  

“Did you have in mind Daemon?” You were intrigued, he liked to surprise you, although some did not come without trouble.

 

"Aren't you serious, Daemon?"

Daemon put on his pants, his shoes and a shirt, he didn’t worry about having knots in his hair, that he wasn’t the most presentable. But his request was important.  

Jaehaerys had become paler. Daemon's words seemed to resonate in the room.

“I want to get married. If you don’t agree, I would do it without your consent.”  

“Your own children would be bastards. You would lose your title of prince.” Jaehaerys was trying to reason with Daemon, all this could not be true.  

“I don’t care about a title or a castle, the whispers of the corridors make me understand that I would not be chosen as your successor!”

“Whether she is a merchant or a prostitute will not change my decision. You will not marry a common person.”  

"Fuck the throne and your choice." Daemon’s eyes were darkened, his head high and his back straight, he looked at the king.  

Daemon turned around, approaching the door, and heard the king speak to him, but he had no intention of listening. He opened the door sniffing what startled the knights guarding the door. He went out and walked in the corridors full of the king’s words. He paid no attention to a servant running towards the wing of his apartments, nor when a first knight ran in the same direction. He was so immersed in his mind that it was only when three other knights passed him in gleaming armor that thought something was going on. At first he thought of a dispute between several lords present at the castle. But this thought was swept away in a gust of wind when he recognized screams.  

Daemon’s heart was pounding, he first walked quickly before starting to run down the corridors and stairs.  

The corridor leading to his apartments was guarded by two guards, he passed them by force, a ball formed in his belly, a horrible one now invaded him. The presence of several mestres was not a good sign. He could see a man held by several guards, the servant who was to help you was kneeling on the side of the door, she was in tears, when she aimed Daemon, she was panicked.  

“I’m so sorry… my prince… I couldn’t…”   

Daemon’s heart was palpitating to break everything, something serious had just happened to you, his throat began to tighten, his chest would have gotten closer to the open door. A maester stood between him and said door.  

“Prince Daemon… This is not a scene you have to witness,” he put his hand on Daemon’s shoulder. “We couldn’t do anything.”  

Daemon’s blood was freezing, his temples were beating to the rhythm of his heart, his ears were whistling. He pushed the maester and all the others who wanted to prevent him from entering.  

The room was in disorder, several books and furniture were overturned on the ground, the large curtain hanging from the window was torn off and on the ground. A smell caught his nose, he knew this smell, he had already experienced some battles. He smelled blood. Looking down on the ground, he was caught with a hiccup, his hands shaking, he approached the very large pool of blood running through the ground. With tears in his eyes, he fell to his knees, the vision before him, ended by breaking his heart.

 

You were lying on the ground, the long shirt you wore was soaked in blood, the men present had tried to stop the bleeding, in vain. You were staring into the ceiling. Daemon came closer to your body, tears running down his eyes, he took your body still warm against him, it could not be true, you were not dead.  

"My love, wake up. I beg you." He began to flip over himself, as if to rock your body and reassure himself. “Y/n, you’re alive I know, you know I don’t appreciate his jokes.”  

For several hours Daemon, you had kept in his arms, his long silver hair was soaked with your blood. 

“My prince… she died…”  

A young maester had just spoken, but Daemon was not moving.  

“Who did this…” the prince’s voice was just a whisper, the people present were not sure if they heard correctly. “I said! Who did this?”  

The maesters were petrified by the anger emanating from the prince. They were afraid that the least of their words could lead them to be cruelly executed. Daemon raised his head, his purple eyes were so dark that they were black. The younger men trembled, while the older men tried to find the appropriate words.  

«We were called by the young maid, she had heard noises of struggle before entering» A guard posted in front of the door had just spoken. “When we arrived, the man was still there, he had just stabbed her, we were able to catch him before he had time to escape.”  

"Who is he?"  

"We know not my prince."  

"Where is he?"  

"He has just been taken into the dungeons, my prince."  

The anger that devoured Daemon was not enough to multiply tenfold, the mestres hard to negotiate to recover your body. But after several attempts, Daemon let you be taken away.   

It was covered with blood that he went to the prison in the dungeons. He must have known why you had been taken from him. Knowing who he had to burn, rip off his head and torture.  

The cell was extremely dirty, he paid no attention to the foul smell. The man in front of him was covered with blows on his face, his beard was covered with blood, the arches cut, the split lip and several missing teeth. Daemon took it out on him.  

"Why did you do that? I wouldn’t repeat myself!"  

“I… I have been paid…”  

"By whom?"  

“T… the hand of the king… the new hand of the king…”

 

Daemon had his blood both burning and freezing. Realizing who had ordered your execution.  And though he did not know why the hand wanted your death, Daemon was going to take revenge, in the most cruel way, he was sure of it.

“Otto Hightower….”     

Traduction : Henujagon zȳhon / Leave her 

Byka zaldrīzes / Little dragon

[pinkydevil16]

Aemond targaryen x targaryen reader: part 5

Approaching Vhagar Aemond kept playing out his fantasies in his head, Y/n locked in his arms whilst they rode in Vhagar, demanding his father betroth them. He could see her smile shining bright already, how proud she'd be. No one could deny he was perfect for her whilst after he claimed Vhagar. 

Y/n slept peacefully, tucked under her heavy furs when she heard people running along with shouting, slowly sitting up she rubbed the sleep from her eyes looking out to see it was still dark. As she went to lay her head back on the pillow another scream was heard, Y/n bolted up right recognising the voice, confused she got out of bed, following the noises to find her brothers, cousins and Aemond arguing. As she entered to ask what was happening her brother cut Aemond's face, Y/n's eyes widened and she sprinted shouting at her family to get away from him. Grabbing Aemond's face she tried to stop the bleeding as he cried out, her cousins and brothers running away, Jace trying to pull Y/n along but she ripped her arm from him. Fresh tears spilling from her eyes as guards flocked to them. 

"Help him!" She screamed as they pulled her away from him, Aemond reaching out for Y/n. 

Y/n was carried by a guard towards the hall, where all of court were found, Aemond sat in a chair being patched up by the Maesters, his mother demanding to know what happened as her mother came running towards her brothers. Y/n pushed the guard away running to Aemond and holding his hand, inspecting his face, Alicent went to push her away from her injured son. If one of Rhaenyra's children could do this so could Y/n, she knew to fear for her children's lives all along and now she was proven right. Before she could grab at the young girl Aemond pulled her into his arms, demanding she not leave him. Aemond had already been questioned along with Y/n's brothers, the King had been waiting for his granddaughter to decide his verdict. 

"Child what did you see?" Viserys said placing him hand on Y/n's shoulder, taking notice of the way Aemond's eyes darkened when anyone approached the pair. Y/n tried to turn in his arms to face her grandfather only to be pulled closer. She shook her head and spoke from Aemond's shoulder.

"I only saw after the attack, i do not know what happened nor what caused it i am sorry grandfather that i can't help more." Viserys pat her head nodding, declaring that the matter be put to rest, Alicent felt anger course through her as she looked at Rhaenyra thanking her father. As the king turned she rushed forward grabbing his dagger and racing towards Rharnyra's children. Y/n gasped, pulling free of Aemond to rush after her grandmother, hearing her brother scream she went to grab her but was dragged back by the guard and handed to Daemon. Rhaenyra turned around grabbing Alicent before she could attack her children. Daemon pushed Y/n behind him as Sir Criston ran towards them, pushing him backwards and smirking at him. Y/n saw Aemond staring at her, silently begging her to come back to him, as she began to move to comfort him her mother pushed Alicent away from her. Blood dripped on the floor and Y/n broke eye contact with Aemond as she backed up and stood by her mother, her little hand holding her mothers. Daemon standing beside her, one hand resting on dark sister as the other kept the children safely behind him. 

Aemond saw how Daemon took what he wanted, showing his dominance and establishing he was in charge. Taking note Aemond walked towards his mother. 

"I may have lost an eye, but it was worth it to gain a dragon." He stated standing strong next to his mother, Alicent placing her arm around her child squeezing his shoulder tightly. 

"That is enough for this evening, everyone go back to your rooms." Viserys declared as he nodded at Rhaenyra before turning, looking at Alicent to follow him. Pulling away from his mother Aemond went to approach Y/n but she was quickly ushered away by her mother and Daemon, her brothers glaring at their Uncle as they left. 

"I want Y/n! I have Vhagar, they cannot stop us from taking her and she is mine to have, please mother, wed her to me and i will never ask for anything again." Aemond pled, his grip on his mothers arm keeping her closer, Alicent closed her eyes and ripped her arm from his hold. 

"No, none of you will go near those disgusting children! They took your eye Aemond, i will not allow you near that retched girl." She shouted turning away from him and storming out his bedroom, extra guards on all her childrens rooms no longer trusting the blacks at all. 

Aemond's demands and pleas fell on deaf ears through out the next few weeks, Laenor was found dead and Y/n became seen less and less as her family kept her close. Soon Daemon and Rhaenyra were wed and the blacks left for dragonstone, Y/n not permitted to say goodbye as she was leaving seeing Aemond watching her from the window. A small wave and a sad smile gifted to him before she was ushed forward by her parents and out of his sight. 

As Aemond grew so did Y/n, no contact was made between the two families until King Viserys was on his death bed and Vaemond demanded his heritage be given to him instead of Rhaenyra's "bastard" children. In the time Y/n had been away she had grown into the perfect Lady, her education important to her however in the dead of night her father would take her to the courtyard, from the age of 10 he had taught her how to wield a sword. Daemon knew one day the war would break out, and he refused to have his children be powerless against the Green's. As she turned 16 proposals flooded in from all over the kingdom, but Y/n stood strong as her mother had, demanding she be able to build her own path instead of being forced into a loveless marriage where she was only wanted for her name. Her mother and Daemon couldn't be more proud of her, Daemon seeing Rhaenyra reflected in his daughter in the best way. Soon after she was gifted the leather dress her mother had worn when she saw the white stag and killed a pig, proving herself a worthy heir. Y/n wore the dress with pride and continued her training, soon she was well skilled with a sword, not the best by far but good enough she could hold her own against guards and defend herself long enough to escape. Her dragon Casmir has grown larger, just smaller than Caraxes but she glided like she weighed nothing. Y/n spent most of her days flying as close to the sun as she could, the sun rays kissing her skin. She missed kingslanding, missed seeing Aemond but over the years had grown to see him for what he was, in the eyes of her brothers. Her brothers grew to be handsome young men, both training to fight as was expected of them. 

"We must go back to kingslanding, my father is getting worse and Vaemond has questioned our heritage." Rhaenyra stated as she read the letter delivered to her, Daemon breathed out a sigh and rolled his eyes. 

"Let us go see my dear brother and his wife Alicunt." He stated standing, kissing Rhaenyra, his hand against her swollen stomach. As the news spread of them returning to kingslanding, Jace and Luce reminded their sister she was to stay near them, she was 18 now and suitors in kingslanding were less likely to take no for an answer. Y/n was unaware of who they were speaking about, assuming they were talking about pushy Lords and not seeing the concern in their eyes as they thought about their Uncle. 

i aged reader up to 18, making Jace 19, Aemond 20, luce 17, halaena is 21 and aegon is 23. Just because y'know this is probably gonna go to smut eventually :)

[eufezco]

THE ROGUE PRINCE AND THE FORBIDDEN LADY - D. T. x STARK!FEM!READER

Daemon avoided bumping into the people dancing as you escaped from the big room. Escaping from king Viserys, who promised your father to keep you safe and out of Daemon's sight during your stay in the capital, and escaping from Ser Criston Cole, who had been escorting you personally since you arrived at King's Landing. Daemon did not let go of your hand as you walked through the Red Keep. You were nervous, this was the first time you two were alone and you were sure that by this time there were guards all over the place looking for you two. Every time you two did happen to meet you were surrounded by a lot of people, but that didn't stop Daemon from approaching you, telling you about what he had been doing, making you laugh with his comments on other guests, and asking for you to dance with him. Your father and Viserys' eyes focused on you and him, especially on Daemon.

Viserys knew his intentions with you, and Daemon couldn't get away with it. Not this time. Lord Stark was a dear friend of his and your father did not like Daemon.

"Where are you taking me, my prince?"

"I want to show you something."

By the smell of it when Daemon opened the big hatch, you already knew what was going to be down there. He descended a couple of steps and he extended his hand to help you go down with him. "Come with me." For the first time in the night, you doubted whether to take his hand. He raised his eyebrows at you. "You do not need to be scared." You were still hesitant. You tried to have a look but the room in front of your eyes was dark enough to make it impossible, and the darkness did not inspire any confidence in you. But you somehow trusted Daemon. You took his hand and he guided you down the stairs. You squeezed his hand once you were completely surrounded by the darkness, only for him to let go of yours.

Daemon dissapeared in the dark and you found yourself alone in that place. You swallowed nervously, gripping your dress with your hands and waiting for him to return to tell him how this wasn't funny and to take you back upstairs.

You could feel it in the room with you, and you prayed for it to be asleep because you would not know how to handle a dragon. Unfortunately, you heard it groan and with a strong sound, Caraxes stood on its legs. You were speechless, this had been his plan all along? Abandoning you with his dragon for it to eat you alive? Daemon's dragon moved slowly towards you and the only thing you could do was to take small steps backward since you didn't want to look away from the beast.

You bumped into Daemon's chest, his hands were quick on your hips to not allow you to escape from Caraxes as it kept getting closer. Daemons shushed you, feeling how nervous you were and how you squirmed under his touch. "It's okay. Caraxes just wants to get to know you. Allow him."

The dragon seemed to be very well trained because it only got its head really close to your face. No sign of violence, no sounds of the animal getting angry.

"Have you ever ridden a dragon?" His breath against your ear spiked goosebumps on your skin, and you had to swallow nervously after hearing his question. Your body felt heavy, the beast in front of you seemed to be staring into your soul, sniffing your scent and deciding if you were a friend or an enemy. Its rider, so vulnerable behind you, let Caraxes know that you mean no harm. The prince's hands pulled you closer to his body, still not letting you move and waiting for your answer.

"No, my prince."

Daemon closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. He never cared about what his brother said, not even if he was the King, he didn't care about the fucking bronze bitch he had for a wife and he didn't care about the stupid Arryn you were supposed to marry with. Caraxes moved its head all of a sudden, making you take a few steps backward. Daemon loosened up his grip on your body and you turned around so you could be face to face. Both of your hands landed on his chest. His eyes analyzed your face, all of your features, your lips, your big eyes, your eyelashes slowly fluttering.

Prince Daemon was handsome. His skin was as pale as Winterfell's snow, yet his lips were the most tempting shade of pink you'd ever seen. You got closer to him when both of his hands hugged your waist against his body.

"My prince... We are not allowed to do this. This is wrong." You whispered against his mouth. He was dangerously close to you and you couldn't find the strength to separate from him because you wanted him. You'd been doing it all along, and the worst part was that you couldn't hide it from him. Every time you happen to meet he managed to do well enough to leave you thinking about him for days. Brushing his fingers against your skin more times than the dance required, looking up and down on you from his seat while you danced with ser Harwin Strong and then smirking at you, challenging your father by saying some rude comment about the North, offering his hands to help you get out of your carriage. Daemon loved to tease you. He also loved driving his older brother and your father insane but that's another matter.

"Does it feel wrong?"

You shook your head to his question, and he nodded, hoping you understood.

"How do you think it feels to ride a dragon?" One of his hands moved from your hips to hold your chin between his index finger and his thumb, forcing you to look at him.

"Exciting, I suppose."

"It is exciting, but it is also risky."

You nodded, understanding what the prince was trying to say. Daemon ran his thumb across your lower lip and then both of his hands cupped your cheeks and he connected his lips with you, and you felt like you could melt under his touch. Your lips moved slowly against each other, enjoying how skilled the Prince was at kissing, moaning against his lips when he started to undress you.

His back was against the wall, kinda unconfortable he might say, but his chambers were out of the table since it would be the first place they would be looking for you. You sat on his lap, feeling very exposed to him since you were completely naked and he had not taken off a single piece of clothing. One of his hands landed on your hips and the other one on one of your cheeks, helping you to move closer to him. Daemon trapped his lips with yours again, and you felt the burning sensation on your chest and the arousal between your legs grow. With the hand on your hip, he helped you to roll your body against the fabric of his trousers, swallowing your moans as you took your time ridding his thigh and he enjoyed the view.

"I want you." You confessed as you let your head fall on his shoulder. Daemon kissed yours while the hand on your hips moved to draw circles on your lower back. "I know." He answered you and lifted your face, his index finger and thumb holding your chin. Daemon found adorable the way your eyes were glossy with tears, probably because how sensitive you were already but not being able to cum just by using his leg.

Daemon unbuttoned the garment that covered his torso, just enough to expose his chest to you. He pulled down his trousers just enough to free his cock. Your legs rested outside of his own and when he pushed the tip of his hard rock cock inside you, he wished this was different. He would have preferred taking you for the first time on a bed, the light of the candles kissing your skin, you laying naked on his mattress, your legs wide open waiting for him. But once he heard you moan his name as you sank on his cock, oh, he was gonna take what he had and not gonna complain about it.

You lifted your body and dropped back onto him. Slowly at first, trying to get used to his size and how full you felt, but then his hands traveled down the length of your body just to end on your waist, sinking his nails in the flesh of your ass and helping you to move up and down. He hid his face in the crook of your neck, sucking and biting on your sensitive skin as your throat was starting to get sore because of all your whines, moans, and cries.

Daemon could feel you clenching around him and he knew you won't last much longer. He let go of your neck and kissed his way to your lips.

"Take me to Dragonstone. Make me yours." You mumbled against his lips, a deep groan coming out straight from his chest after he heard what you say. He came inside you not so long after that, letting his head fall on your shoulder, and you did too, your thighs shaking and running your fingers through his white hair once you came down from your high.

The next morning his lady wife, Rhea Royce, was found dead.

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Rhaenyra Targaryen -"The Personal Guard." (Part 1)

Rhaenyra Targaryen x Male reader/oc

Summary: The barely known third son of Lord Lyonel Strong, surprisingly ends up becoming the personal guard of none other than the Targaryen princess, after an incident in the forest.

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Being part of the personal guard was never Y/n Strong's idea, even less so being the personal guard of the Targaryen princess and less so being so young.

Y/n Strong is the youngest of three brothers, the eldest of the brothers being Ser Harwin Strong, or better known by his nickname: Bearded Vulture and heir to Harrenhal. Then there was the middle brother Lord Larys Strong, or better known as Larys the Clubfoot thanks to a problem with his feet.

Lastly there was Lord Y/n Strong, Lady Strong's pregnancy was a surprise to both herself and Lord Lyonel Strong. But that didn't make him less loved, on the contrary.

In the family, Y/n was known for his sensitivity and empathy towards others. He was the spitting image of his mother and Lyonel always tried to keep that innocence and good heart in his son.

But that did not make him weaker than any other man, since he was strong and some would even say that he is as strong as his older brother. Harwin had personally taken charge of training his little brother, forming a very close bond and relationship between them.

Although the fact that Y/n and Harwin spent so much time together not only united them, but because of Larys' disability, he always stayed aside and that caused the relationship between middle and little brother to be almost non-existent.

And that brings us to this moment. Today was the second naming day for Prince Aegon II Targaryan, the second son of King Viserys and the first son by Queen Alicent Hightower.

Lyonel Strong's sons stood in front of their tent, near the river town where Aegon's name day and hunt would be held. And this hunting party being Lord Y/n Strong's first.

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I look around excitedly, seeing lords from different houses standing by their tents and preparing their weapons for the hunt. This is the first time father has agreed to let me come on a hunting party and I am beyond excited.

That's not to say that I don't know anything about hunting, as my older brother Harwin takes me hunting once a month without fail and I know everything you need to know to chase and hunt game.

Y/n: What time can we go hunting? - I ask my brother, who is sharpening the butcher knives and ignoring the presence of my other brother Larys.

Harwin: The king has to arrive first.- He answers me without looking up from the knife. -Then it will be eaten and that is when we will go hunting.- He informs me and I nod looking around.

Y/n: And how long until that? - I ask impatiently.

Harwin: In a few hours.- He answers with an amused smile, seeing the frown and exasperated expression on my face.

Y/n: But that will take a long time.- I complain crossing my arms.

Larys: Why aren't you going to talk to someone your age to entertain yourself.- he tells me without any emotion on his face.

Y/n: Because I don't see anyone my age.- I reproach with a bad look.

Harwin: Why don't you go with the youngest of the Lannisters, he's a little older than you but he's still young.- He tells me and I sigh with a grimace.

Y/n: I don't like the Lannisters.- I whisper so that only he can hear me, since father would not be very happy to hear that one of his sons defames or speaks badly about another important family.

But it's not my fault, the few times I've met a Lannister they always look down on me and think they're better than anyone else. I don't like the attitude they take with people and the scathing comments they make.

Harwin: Well, then you have no choice but to be alone or wait with us for father and the king to arrive.- He informs me and I ponder it for a few seconds.

Y/n: I'll be back in a while.- I say and walk around the camp observing everything.

I look at each tent and distinguish the banners of each family of Westeros. I try to find someone close in age, so I can talk to them and keep myself entertained for a while.

But after searching for a while, I give up and decide to go back to my brothers, hoping that the king will arrive soon. And it seems my prayers are answered, because when I'm about to reach our tent, father passes me on horseback and that only means one thing. That the king is near.

So I run the rest of the way to the tent, seeing father greet my brothers and hearing him ask for me.

Lyonel: And your brother? - I listen and stop running to his side.

Y/n: Here, father.- I greet with an excited smile.

Lyonel: I'm glad to see you son.- He greets me with a very slight smile and a nod and I reciprocate in the same way.

Y/n: Likewise, father.- He smiled more broadly. -Is it true that we have to wait until after lunch to go hunting?- I ask with some impatience.

Lyonel: Yes, son, we people who come from the capital need to recover a little energy and fill our stomachs before going hunting.- He answers me with a small grimace.

Y/n: And the rest of us can't leave before? - I ask curiously.

Lyonel: No, the king has to start the hunt and for that he has to be ready.- He answers me with a slight smile. -Speaking of the king, he has asked for you and wants to meet you during the festivities before the hunt.- he tells me and I nod with confusion.

But I can't ask the king's intention to meet me, as there is more noise and the king's carriages appear in the distance.

Father tells us to walk and stand on each side facing the entrance to the king's tent. We placed ourselves from oldest to youngest, leaving me in the corner and next to Larys.

It's not that I don't love my brother or hate him, but there is something about his personality that I don't like and it makes me uncomfortable. There have been times when my body seems to react to his presence, yelling at me and asking me to put as much distance as possible between our bodies.

In addition to that I feel insecure in his presence, as if I would be in danger at his side or being alone with him. So I try to spend as little time as possible by his side, talking to him and especially alone in a room with him.

The king descends first, then the pregnant queen with her third heir, and then two matrons with Prince Aegon II in their arms.

Larys: Clap your hands.- He whispers to me and I do what he tells me.

XX: Long live Prince Aegon, second of his name and on his second name day! - he shouts while the rest cheer and applaud fervently.

I applaud calmly, wanting time to pass quickly so we can go hunting.

As the king enters his tent, the crowd disperses and my father follows in the king's footsteps. My brothers separate and I stay still in place observing everything. Larys follows father's path and Harwin returns to our tent.

So I have two options, enter the tent with father and Larys, or follow Harwin and return to our tent. Whatever you choose I'll be bored in the same way, although with Harwin I'll have a little more fun.

With that in mind, I decide to follow my older brother's path and head back to our tent. But not paying attention, I end up bumping into someone and nearly knocking them to the ground if not for my hold on their arms.

Y/n: A thousand apologies.- I say quickly letting go of the person's forearms and looking up from the ground.

My eyes widen as I make out the platinum hair of the Targaryens and realize who I just ran into.

Y/n: A thousand apologies, princess.- I quickly apologize again, taking a step back and making a bow. -I wasn't paying attention.- I apologize.

Rhaenyra: Don't worry.- she tells me with tight lips. -Can I know who you are? - She asks me tilting her head and joining her hands in front of her body.

Y/n: I'm Y/n Strong, youngest son of Lyonel Storng.- I answer quickly and she looks at me confused.

Rhaenyra: I had no knowledge that Lord Lyonel had three sons and not two as I thought.- she comments and I can't help but sigh sadly.

My father has never taken me to the city, preferring that I stay in Harrenhal and prepare to serve the crown. So it's no wonder someone as important as the princess doesn't know I exist.

Y/n: I haven't been out of Harrenhal much my lady.- I explain briefly.

Rhaenyra: And would you know why? - she asks with evident curiosity in her beautiful lilac irises.

Y/n: That I should ask my princess father.- I answer honestly.

Rhaenyra: In that case, I'm glad to have met you Lord Y/n Strong and I hope our paths cross again.- she nods and with a bow from me she disappears into his tent.

Coming out of shock from talking to the princess and her incredible beauty, I run to my family's tent. Upon arrival, I hurriedly begin to tell my brother what just happened and he can't stop laughing at my erratic state.

Harwin: Have you fallen in love, little brother? - Asks amused moving his eyebrows in a suggestive way.

Y/n: Of course not.- I deny immediately with my eyes wide open. -She's the princess, idiot.- I clarify and he looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

Harwin: And what does that have to do with you falling in love with her? - he asks confused.

Y/n: Well, she is the princess and I am a simple Lord.- I answer with obviousness.

Harwin: That doesn't mean you can't fall in love.- comments with confusion. -It just means that pursuing a relationship as such would be difficult and highly unlikely. But no one can forbid you to fall in love, little brother.- He explains with a small affectionate smile.

Y/n: But even so I'm not in love with her.- I deny crossing my arms. -I only said that she has a great beauty.- I repeat with a frown.

Harwin: They don't call her "The realms delight" for nothing - he comments and I look at him badly. -What?- he asks confused by my look.

Y/n: You shouldn't talk about her like that.- I deny immediately, looking around and making sure no one is listening to our conversation.

Harwin: And why is that? - He asks with a small laugh.

Y/n: Because it's wrong to talk about women like that.- I answer as if it were obvious. -In addition to the fact that father is the king's advisor and Rhaenyra is the king's daughter, so we owe him respect as well as to the princess that is the heir to the throne.- I remind him.

Harwin: Speaking of the king, have you gone to talk to him and that father introduces you as he mentioned before? - He asks me raising an eyebrow.

Y/n: No.- I answer simply.

Harwin: And what are you waiting for? - He points to the king's tent with one of the knives.

I just huff and retrace my steps towards the king's tent. This wouldn't be happening if my father had let me out of Harrenhal and taken him to some meetings in King's Landing.

I enter the tent, seeing nobles from the most important houses inside talking and enjoying the feast inside. I look around, seeing father and walking towards him directly.

Lyonel: Well, here you are.- He comments when he sees me among the people and places a hand on my shoulder. -Remember to be respectful and greet him with a bow as it should.- he orders me and I nod.

Y/n: Yes, father.- I say and walk towards the king, while I roll my eyes at his order.

I can see the princess in the distance and she is looking at me with an amused little smile. I just greet her with a small smile and follow my father's path.

Lyonel: Your Majesty.- greets you with a bow and I do the same.

Viserys: This must be the youngest of your offspring, right? - He asks looking at me.

Y/n: Yes, your majesty.- I confirm with a small bow with my head. -My name is Y/n Strong and I am the youngest of the Strong children.- I introduce myself and I see a small friendly smile appear on his face.

Viserys: And how many name days do you have? - asks curiously.

Y/n: One and eight, your grace.- I answer with all possible education.

Viserys: Young like my daughter.- He points out and I just nod. -Your father told me the other day that you are a good fighter.- He comments and I can see my father's proud smile out of the corner of my eye.

Y/n: I try to be, tour grace.- I answer not wanting to sound too conceited. -My older brother Harwin has taught me everything that is necessary to know in the fight and in the use of weapons. But I can't evaluate my ability without being proud and speaking from my perspective.- I explain and see how he nods pleased with my answer.

Viserys: I see that your father has educated you well.- He comments kindly. -And have you thought about joining the royal guard?- he asks interested.

Y/n: I'm not sure your majesty, I haven't thought about it much and I don't know if I'm willing to give up having a family of my own.- I answer honestly.

I'm still young and I have my whole life ahead of me. To be part of the royal guard would mean to give up my lands, a future wife and the possible children I could have with her. And I don't know if I'm ready to give it up without thinking it through and being so young.

Viserys: I understand.- He nods. -But if one day you change your mind and agree to join the royal guard, it would be a great honor if you did it for me.- he proposes and I can only thank him for the offer.

Y/n: It would be an honor to be in the royal guard and protect you and your family, Your Majesty.- I bow again.

Viserys: You can go, I'm sure you'll be wanting to start hunting and go out to the forest to get some animal.- He says goodbye politely and with a last bow on the way to the exit.

Rhaenyra POV

I can't believe it, how dare he talk to me like that and in front of so many people. If I were a boy, I'm sure he wouldn't put so much pressure on me and allow me to choose who to marry myself.

But no, as I am a woman I have no power over my life and the choices that will affect it. Like Jason Lannister's stupid proposition and his stupid idea that I'm going to live with him far away from home.

Who does that stupid pushy lion think he is, as if I was going to agree to marry him and be his trophy wife. Before I get on top of Syrax and run away so as not to marry him.

Ser Criston: Princess! - he shouts, managing to grab the reins of my horse and stop it just before entering the lake. -What happened to you, princess?- He asks me as he takes off his helmet.

Rhaenyra: It's because of my father.- I answer trying to relax my breathing. -He intended to sell me to Jason Lannister. Was I appointed heir to the Iron throne just to improve the position of an arrogant lord of Casterly Rock? - I ask with anger and pain.

Ser Criston: Do you want me to kill him? - He asks me with all the seriousness in the world and I laugh at the offer. -We should go back, princess.- he tells me, but I'm not ready to go back and see my father yet.

Rhaenyra: It's a beautiful day.- I comment with a small smile. -Let's enjoy the Royal Forest.- I tell him and he can't do anything but accept.

We got off the horses and began to walk through the forest. As we walk, we chat and it gives me a chance to get to know my royal guard better.

Since I don't know much about him and his origin.

Walking, it begins to get dark and by the time we realize it, night has already fallen. Ser Criston lights a fire, while I sit on the ground against a fallen log and watch the flames dance in concentration.

Ser Criston: Princess, I beg you for the last time to come back.- He asks me and I turn a deaf ear to his request.

Rhaenyra: I prefer to be here.- I answer simply.

Ser Criston: His Highness will be worried about your absence.- He tries to convince me, but it doesn't work.

Rhaenyra: Your highness can die of worry if you wish.- I say with total sincerity. -Tell me something Ser Criston.- I say after a few moments in silence. -Do you think the kingdom will accept me as queen?- I ask with sincere curiosity.

Ser Criston: They will have no choice, princess.- He answers honestly after a few moments in silence.

Suddenly we hear noises in the distance, causing both of us to look around and become alert.

Ser Criston gets up from the trunk where he is sitting, wielding his sword and walking towards where the noises are coming from.

But everything happens very quickly, when a wild boar appears from among the beds and launches itself at my guard, knocking it down immediately. The boar stops and turns to face where I am and runs towards me with ferocity.

I fight him, keeping him away from me and trying not to get hurt. When the tip of my guard's sword pierces his neck, staining me with his blood and weakening him.

So I shake it off and try to catch my breath from the shock. But it moves back to my side and not a second goes by when I grab the dagger at my waist, and lunge at the boar repeatedly.

I only stop stabbing him when I'm sure he's dead and can't attack me again. I let myself fall sitting on the ground, feeling the hot blood of the animal on my face and seeing its inert body in front of me.

Ser Criston: I think it's best to go back, princess.- He comments after being silent for a while, trying to process what just happened and trying to calm down.

Rhaenyra: I think you're right this time.- I admit without taking my eyes off the now dead animal.

Ser Criston: I will look for some branches to prepare a trailer so we can take the wild boar with us.- He tells me and I am only able to nod. "Here, to clean the blood, princess," he says, holding out a handkerchief and I use it to wipe the blood off my face.

I have never been as scared as I am right now. I've seen death up close and I didn't like it at all.

But what I liked least and disturbed, is that the person who is supposed to protect me, has allowed a wild beast to assault me.

What would have happened if Ser Criston had been badly injured and had not been able to heal in time? Probably now I would be found dead and the boar would be feeding on my meat.

Once everything is ready and with the wild boar in its makeshift trailer, we set off. We stop for a moment on a hill, where the camp can be seen and I hear something to my right.

I turn my face a little scared, but my body relaxes when my eyes see a deer next to a tree, but not just any deer; a white deer.

Stories relate that white deer are signs of good omen. So I look at the deer with awe and admiration.

Rhaenyra: No.- I order Ser Criston in a whisper when I see him trying to draw his sword.

Once it disappears among the trees, we return to the camp and in complete silence.

When we reach camp and are near the king's tent, I get off the horse. I start to walk towards my tent, but I feel the need to turn my face to the left and there I see him.

The boy I bumped into when I arrived and who made me incredibly curious. I notice the worried scowl on his face when he sees me and I give him a subtle smile letting him know I'm fine, before turning my gaze forward and continuing on my way.

Once back in the castle and disposed of any traces of blood and dirty clothes, I walk to my father's bedchamber.

One of the guards knocks on the door, announcing my presence and when he receives the go-ahead one of them opens the door for me.

Viserys: Daughter, I wasn't expecting you tonight.- He comments confused from his chair by the fire.

Rhaenrya: I didn't expect to see you tonight either, father, but after what happened in the forest I have the need to talk and solve the problem that has arisen.- I comment, sitting in the chair opposite his.

Viserys: And what is that problem you want to solve? - asks between curious and amused.

Rhaenrya: Ser Criston's inability to protect me effectively.- I answer directly and see the surprise on his face.

Viserys: And may I know what this disability is due to? - he asks again, interested.

Rhaenrya: Because last night I was about to die, because of your absentmindedness and late behavior, father.- I answer honestly. -Last night we were attacked by a wild boar and Ser Criston was not able to act quickly and prevent me from being attacked by a wild animal.- I explain in more detail.

Viserys: Daughter, that was an isolated event, no one knows how to respond to a surprise attack from a wild boar, much less in the dark of night.- try to make him understand his point.

Rhaenrya: But what if it's not an isolated event, what if the same thing happens when someone surprises me and gets what the boar didn't get last night? - I ask with interest for his answer.

Viserys: That will not happen.- He denies in answer with certainty.

Rhaenrya: You don't know that, father.- I rightly refute.

Viserys: And what do you want me to do? - He asks tiredly.

Rhaenrya: Find me a more competent personal guard with better reflexes.- I answer simply and directly.

Viserys: I remind you that it was you who chose Ser Criston Cole as royal guard.- He throws me in the face.

Rhaenrya: And it is clear that I was wrong in choosing him as personal guard, but not in choosing him as royal guard.- I defend the choice I made a year ago. -But now I need someone younger and with more reflexes for my personal protection.- I list what I'm looking for.

Viserys: I think I have the right person in mind.- He comments with a small sigh. -But I'm not sure he'll accept.- he explains and I get up from my seat.

Rhaenrya: I hope you choose well and the gentleman accepts.- I say smoothing the skirt of my dress. - Now I'll let you rest, good night, father.- I say goodbye and leave his bedroom in the direction of mine.

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And this conversation brings us to the moment in question. With the king writing a scroll in his bedchamber about a job offer as a personal guard for a Targaryen and the receiver being the young man he met the day before in the family tent.

The receiver being none other than Lord Y/n Strong, the youngest son of Lyonel Strong, royal advisor and Lord of Harrenhal.

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How is it possible that Harwin was able to witness the birth of Lucerys? It does not seem to me that he attended the birth of his other sons as well.

I must say this: please, anyone who wishes to ask questions or expose themselves (the hypocrites), please refer to whether or not you are talking about the show or just the book. Or both and be specific about it. 

To answer your question:

In the book, he would easier "witness" (because he wouldn't be in the room) Lucerys' birth because he became Rhaenyra's guardsmen and sworn shield to replace Criston Cole right after she married Laenor in 114 A.C., when she was 17, Laenor was 20, and Harwin was 23-25. And Harwin followed her to Dragonstone before she birthed any kids. So, she birthed her all kids on Dragonstone, not King's Landing. Jacaerys was born 114 A.C. Luke, 115 A.C. And Joffrey in 117 A.C.

Canonically (not HotD), he’s the captain of the City guard from 105 A.C. to 114 A.C.

In the show, Harwin couldn’t have/shouldn't personally witnessed Rhaenyra birthing Lucerys, like how Viserys does with Aemma and his son Baelon (which only happened because he heard that Aemma labor was dangerous and decided to see through her labors himself...which denotes the choice/allowance to do so) because only a husband or a father (and even the dad bit is weird) are justified to enter the labor room, for the woman’s modesty/chastity. Even uncles and brothers is considered strange (rme). Plus, it is generally not acceptable to have a man near the birthing rooms if not related.

In the show, Harwin appeared after she birthed Joffrey, and way after she came back from seeing Alicent and Viserys in the 6th episode. And we don't know if he actually was there for the other births since that jump cut exists. And there wasn't a strong indication in the same episode that he's consistently been there elsewise.

And going back to the location difference, Harwin and Rhaenyra would have had a lot more freedoms on Dragonstone than in King's Landing, since there are less eyes on them and most of the people who work there for Rhaenyra and under her direct authority (unlike in KL where it is Alicent and Viserys). So even though I mention how Harwin couldn't have been close to her birthing rooms in the show, in the book he would/could actually be close to her...

So no, I can't believe that he's been be able to consistently be by Rhaenyra’s side for any of these kids’ births except Joffrey. In the show.

I assume that he is still the captain in the show, but I honestly lost patience with the show by the very first episode with Alicent and Rhaenyra being friends...so someone will have to correct me, here.

Still, Show!version of him--if he’s the captain--should not have had that much time or stupidity to hang around Rhaenyra for too long or without good excuse and not endanger her rep even further.

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To Fix A Future

Chapter 4: Where Did You Get A Fox?

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 "I am naming Daemon Hand of the King."

Rhaenyra wanted to burst out in laughter at the dead silence in Small Council chamber. Dany stood off to the side with the red priest, who insisted on staying by her side - like some kind of guard.

"But- Your Grace. May I ask, have I failed you in some way?" Hightower's eyes were bulging.

She couldn't help but smirk, deciding she could speak up. "Tell me, Lord Hightower, how was it again that my grandfather died?"

He turned to her father, "A hunting accident, Your Grace! You know this!"

"I believe it was the Princess who was speaking to you." Her uncle's voice was nothing more than a growl and it sent shivers through her. Her husband in that other life.

"An accident that conveniently made you Hand. A second son with no real options to rise above your station in life - suddenly Hand to the King, with your daughter as the only Lady-in-Waiting to the princess." she hummed.

"You can't possibly be suggesting-"

Daenerys spoke from her place in the corner of the room, tiny voice clear, "We are not suggesting, Otto Hightower. We are accusing." She tilted her head in a very girlish way, "I'm sure such a learned man knows the difference."

"Forgive me, Your Grace," Grand Maester Mellos - another snake, "but these are the words of children. Hardly enough to ruin-"

Her father's hand slammed on the table, causing all the councilmembers to jump. "The words of dragons. You know nothing of what they speak, Mellos." She had never seen so much fire in her father. Sometimes it was easy to forget he was also one of them. "And you would be wise to tread carefully as well. Your advice on my treatment and that of my wife and son has left much to be desired."

The man's jaw clicked closed. Oh this was all so satisfying.

She took a step forward, hands laced behind her back, "Did the midwives tell you that they could not deliver my brother, Maester? Or was it you who told them he could not be delivered, I wonder. It seems so odd that Targaryens keep dying at the hands of those from Oldtown, does it not?"

"How dare you! My house has been nothing but loyal!" Hightower's voice raised in a dramatic shout, throwing himself up from his chair.

He was quickly met with Dark Sister dangerously near his throat. "I'd be careful how you speak to your future queen, Otto. Threatening her is treason, after all."

Lord Beesbury glanced over at her, ignoring the scene of Daemon and Otto. "Ah, excellent. Naming an official heir will bring stability to these trying times."

"A woman, though - hardly a thing that will bring stability."

Lord Corlys laughed from his place at the end of the table. "Still thinking a woman cannot rule. Rhaenyra is Viserys' rightful heir." He turned to her uncle, "What I want to know is why you are relinquishing the position so readily."

Daemon lowered his sword a bit before spinning it and sheathing it with a little flourish. "Easy answer. I've never wanted the Iron Throne. I want to protect my family and our House, our history and traditions. Court is boring - let Rhaenyra deal with the politicking, she's better suited to it."

"A remarkably honest answer from the Rogue Prince," Lord Strong nodded respectfully to him.

He snorted, "You'll find I'm a remarkably honest person, despite what certain people would have you believe."

Lord Strong looked around the room nervously, "So we will need a new commander of the Gold Cloaks. Are there any other changes being made? Other than the Hand's position, of course, Your Grace."

Dany stepped forward, "I will be fetching a retinue of healers from Essos to found a new school of healing here in Kings Landing - just healing, not the breadth of knowledge that the maesters subject themselves to. We will also be creating a position on the Council for Master of Whispers, which will, for now, be held by Melisandre."

Mellos stood to turn and face Daenerys in a rage. Rhaenyra and Daemon both moved to protect her little cousin.

Neither had a chance.

The red woman's stone around her neck glowed a bright red and he began to gag, face turning a bright purple as his hands went to his neck. The old man fell to his knees, begging wordlessly as Dany stood over him with an impassive face.

The lovely face twisted into a sneer. "Your death is a mercy. You should have been butchered as my aunt was."

There was that same far-away look in her eyes as Mellos shuddered and collapsed in a heap at her feet, dead.

Lord Corlys and Lord Commander Redwyne both stepped away in shock, but Rhaenyra joined her cousin in standing over her mother's murderer.

"Magic in the world yet."

Her father let out a derisive laugh, "Oh but if you only knew, cousin. If you only knew."

Melisandre hummed in that odd way of hers - almost like a purr. "No magic. Only the power of the Lord of Light."

The Sea Snake shook his head, "We call the powers of the Drowned God a magic. What would make your god so different? The powers of the dragons and Old Valyria? Is it not all magic by another name? Just because you know its source does not make it any less what it is."

"I must say, I cannot argue with such sound logic, Lord Sea Snake."

Daemon hummed from next to her. She hadn't realized how close they'd moved in trying to get to Dany, "A marvelous feat, I assure you."

Lord Beesbury stared at the red priest as if she were one of his numerical accounts he were trying to make sense of. "I presume this woman and her powers are the way you know of such plots against your family, Your Grace?"

Her father sat back down sullenly. "She is not. If she were, it could easily be written off as attempts to sow discord or disrupt our kingdom. No, Melisandre is not the source of this knowledge."

"And we are certain this information is beyond doubt? It is valid and provable?" Lord Strong was the only member still seated at the table, though his face was markedly pale.

Daenerys stepped over the maester's body to stand in front of her. "Have you seen Alicent this morning?"

"What? I- No. I dressed on my own in a hurry. Why?"

She turned to the guards at the door, "Fetch Alicent Hightower."

Everyone in the room sat in an uncomfortable silence while one of their guards sought out her lady.

As she rushed in, poor Alicent looked flustered and terrified. Dany gave her a brief smile and a calm nod. "I want you to know that you are in no way held responsible for whatever is said here today. Okay?"

"Dany- I mean, Princess, I don't understand."

"It's okay. I just need to ask you a question and I want you to answer completely honestly and without fear of any kind of repercussions, okay?"

Alicent only nodded, her eyes flickering over Daenerys' shoulder to her father. Something in Rhaenyra growled at that.

"Alicent, last night, did your father tell you to go to the King's chambers - wearing one of your mother's dresses - to comfort him?"

Her friend's eyes went wide. "He- I- But I didn't go! You were all gathered there together and I was so relieved that I wouldn't have to-"

"You stupid girl!" Hightower shouted at her, rushing toward his daughter as she trembled behind Daenerys.

"Ah, ah, ah." Daemon stepped in his way, hand on Dark Sister's hilt. "I believe my niece promised Lady Alicent there would be no repercussions for telling the truth."

Rhaenyra turned to the Small Council, "You wanted unequivocal proof, here it is. Things that could not be known and yet are. Daenerys Targaryen possesses the ability to dream as Aegon the Conqueror did."

Lord Commander Redwyne stalked over to Otto, grabbing him by the arm, turning to the king. "What shall we do with this traitor, my King?"

"I'm in favor of a public execution, myself." Her uncle toyed with his sword again as if it were restless.

"Of course you are, brother."

An image came to mind. "I think we should follow my cousin's example and let the one responsible for our loved ones' deaths burn on their pyres."

Dany didn't respond, just stared at Otto as he wilted in the Lord Commander's grip. She lifted the Hand's pin off his doublet and moving to set it in place on her uncle's chest.

"Hae Jaes, syt mirre jēda, lentor letagon - isi ondos isse ondos, se sīr ēdruta īlon."1

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What an entertaining morning it had been. Named Hand, stood side-by-side with Rhaenyra as her protector, got to watch that leech, Hightower, be dragged away - what a genuinely lovely morning.

And the way the red woman had protected Daenerys had been interesting. He followed the gods of Old Valyria, but it was clear her power was nothing to mess with.

"I'm afraid I'm about to ruin your good mood, brother," he turned to see Viserys leaning against a column lining the garden.

"You must have truly dreadful news then, Viserys, because there are very few things that can overshadow watching Hightower get dragged to the dungeons."

"I think Rhaenyra should marry Laenor."

If it had been anyone other than his brother suggesting such a thing, he would have cut them down. Rhaenyra was his. It was destiny.

"You can't be serious. You heard the same history as I did - her children were never fathered by Laenor -"

He could feel his chest tightening. She would take a lover, someone outside the bounds of her political arrangement. There didn't have to be anyone else-

He couldn't do it. He couldn't share her.

"I did hear the same history. I heard two people so much in love with each other they would spurn their father, brother, king - to be together. Forego mourning for their loved ones, wage war together." His brother moved to rest his hands on his shoulders. "You two are true dragons - all fire and blood. What kind of chaos am I unleashing if I let you wed?"

He gave a small huff, "Imagine the chaos we cause to get back to each other."

"Well, what do you propose we give Lord Corlys, then? He believes his wife should be on the throne."

"Marry his daughter, then."

Viserys withdrew from him, "She's a child!"

He rolled his eyes, "I didn't say bed her. A betrothal until she's - say, fifteen, then discuss with her whether she wants to bear children or not. Given Dany's dream, I feel it's safer for her to be with us any way."

He intended for he and Rhaenyra to have heirs of their own long before then either way. His princess' rule would be secured.

"That's remarkably sound advice from the King's new Hand," his brother smirked at him.

"It's entirely self-serving, I assure you."

Viserys watched him for a moment. "I'm sorry, for what it's worth."

Daemon felt himself go still in surprise. "What are you sorry for?"

"For letting them poison my opinion of you. I've envied your freedom since I became king that it became easy to resent it. But you're right - you're honest, and you'll protect our family and our House until your last breath. And that's what I need."

He held back a smile, "You mean you need someone to tell you when you're being an idiot and trying to marry your daughter off to the wrong man."

His brother laughed, "Yes, I suppose that too."

"Why would you try to marry Nyra to anyone other than Uncle Daemon?" The trio of girls stepped out of a large door, Daenerys in the lead, a red fox laid across her shoulders.

"Dany, hush!" Alicent giggled - she didn't know about their conversation the night before, she would think they were just teasing.

Rhaenyra didn't even glance his way. She looked straight at her father. "Political advantage. If I had to guess, my cousin Laenor was the candidate being discussed."

Maybe this was something that had changed. He hadn't considered it yet, but since she'd found out they'd been together, she hadn't even spoken to him.

Whatever had made her fall in love with him - maybe it changed.

"You would be correct, Princess."

She finally turned her gaze on him. "And yet the Hand disapproves."

There was something fiery in her stare. What was that? Did she want him to say that, no, of course he didn't approve? She belonged to him and him alone? Was it a challenge to see if he was capable of playing politics?

"I believe the princess would find it hard to have an heir with one who prefers the company of men."

She hummed, turning her gaze back to her father who had been watching the two of them with interest. "Wise council. I'm inclined to agree with him. Ser Laenor would sooner bed Prince Daemon than myself - not that I'd begrudge him that - but it would make it difficult to produce an heir for our House."

Did she-

Alicent cackled, "Rhaenyra!"

Viserys groaned as Daenerys let her fox down to run about the garden.

Daemon looked over to see Rhaenyra give him a wicked smile before she turned back to Dany. He was not going to think about that smile - or her words or that fire in her challenging stare- No.

He frowned at his little niece, "Daenerys - where did you get a fox?"

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Melisandre could tell that more and more of her old life was slipping away - but it was better for the princess.

Now, though, as they stood around - gathered at the pyres for Queen Aemma and the small Prince Baelon - that hardness was back. It was a stone that formed, layer by layer, from grief upon grief and loss upon loss.

Daenerys had insisted that her dragons' eggs be present, as her cousin and uncle's dragons were. Syrax had become protective of the stone eggs - she knew what they were, what they would become.

The traitor was brought out before the gathering, the Lord Commander leading two of his Kingsguard as they dragged him through the grass. What an undignified way to meet your end.

Redwyne's voice boomed out, "Otto Hightower, you stand accused of the murder of Baelon Targaryen and of treason in the plotting against the King and his House."

Melisandre had to admit, it was an interesting way to mete out justice - with humiliation first.

"Where are the accusers?"

Daenerys stepped forward first. "Here."

Rhaenyra. "Here."

Then, the final blow, his daughter stepped forward. "Here."

The Lord Commander turned to the King, "Your ruling, Your Grace?"

"Guilty. Treason against House Targaryen will be met with fire and blood."

He sounded very much like a king. This Viserys was growing in her esteem - not an easy feat, by any stretch. Perhaps ridding them of that maester had done more than she'd thought.

"No! No!" The Hightower man was screeching as the soldiers fastened him to the funeral pyres.

She would have done the burnings separately, herself, but vengeance rarely thought logically. If the dragons wanted blood, who was she to deny them?

A final step - one of the dragon keepers approached with the warming chamber of the egg that had been meant to be the babe's. Daenerys took it with no gloves - no protection from the heat - and moved to set it on the pyre next to the small, wrapped figure.

Only death can pay for life. Perhaps it would hatch with this offering to the gods of Old Valyria. Perhaps it was merely symbolic, sending the child off with the dragon that would have been with him in life.

She longed to say the words - to relinquish these children of fire and blood up into the flames. But they were not children of her flames. They belonged to the Fourteen. Let the words of the Valyrian gods carry them away to their own fires.

"For the night is dark and full of terrors," she murmured still.

Daemon set a hand on Daenerys' shoulder, speaking their own words. "Valar morghūlis yn īlon zālagon lēda Perzys Ānogār"

The others repeated it softly. "All men must die but we burn with fire and blood."

A sniffle came from Rhaenyra. Melisandre raised a brow. The princess was quite stoic and calm - she would not have expected tears from her.

The wind rustled the black lace over her red dress - the nearest she had to a mourning gown, and it was only out of respect for her Lady. There was a deep silence over the hilltop, despite Otto Hightower's whimpers.

Prince Daemon stepped toward Rhaenyra, "They're waiting for you."

"Drac-" Poor girl. The word stuck in her mouth, probably caught on the grief she was still swallowing down. "Dracarys."

The great golden beast gave her rider a mournful stare and released a stream of white flame from her jaw. It was blinding, just as the screams of the traitor were piercing.

Before she could stop her, Daenerys darted forward. "Princess!"

"Dany!"

Rhaenyra moved to follow, only to be held back by Daemon. "You do not have a history of walking through fire unburnt, dear niece. Trust her."

At Rhaenyra's outburst, Syrax ceased her stream of fire. The pyres were still burning and Melisandre had to remind herself that Daemon's words rang true - Azor Ahai would not be harmed in the flames.

A figure could barely be seen, so small. She was still so young. But she was also not alone in the fire - the screams of that traitor Hightower had stopped. He certainly died fast.

The smaller pyre collapsed under the weight of itself and Daenerys could be seen more clearly, surrounded by fire with- with Otto on his knees at her feet.

"What is she doing?" The princess next to her growled, the dragon perched up above them echoing her sentiment.

There was murmuring from behind as the gathered lords and ladies of the court started to express their confusion. Obviously, none of them had seen a Targaryen walk into fire willingly.

Go.

Melisandre would know her Lord's voice as easily as her own. She moved toward the large pyre where the fire was still burning - where her princess still was.

The sound of the wood cracking was deafening as it collapsed, taking most of the open flames with it.

Daenerys stood out among the pile of ashes, the cloud of embers framing her like the Valyrian goddesses of legend. She was unburnt. Unlike the husk of a man still prostrate at her feet.

She moved to mirror him, kneeling at her princess' feet. "Yet again, you prove to the world that Azor Ahai lives, Princess."

The girl's violet eyes swept over the hillside, probably taking in the faces of everyone that could finally see her as the miracle she truly was.

"Please perform your last rites on him, Melisandre. I promised him something more than just a traitor's death."

The Last Kiss. "As you command," she answered to both her Lord and Lady.

Dany moved away and she could see that Hightower had clung to her like the coward he was. As she moved, ash left a powdery shimmer over her black gown, turning everything on her silver to match her hair.

She truly did look like the Maiden the heretics of the Seven worshipped - a goddess in her own right - as she stepped across the hot coals of the pyres, stirring up flames as she gifted them with air.

The body of the man was essentially fused into the position he'd died in. The flames had melted his skin and clothes together. Syrax had certainly done her job well.

Generally, she would clean the body and prepare it entirely before returning the body's flame. But it was unlikely that this body was missing fire. It was the blessing and the power it needed.

"Life is warmth, and warmth is fire, and fire is R'hllor's and R'hllor's alone." She felt the heat of the ruby at her throat as her Lord filled her with his power.

She leaned down and pressed a kiss upon the burned skin of the man's head. If he was worthy now, it was because he had been purified in the fire and forgiven by Azor Ahai.

"For the night is dark and full of terrors." Melisandre stood and stepped back to her place beside Daemon and Rhaenyra.

The prince stared over at her, "Better than he deserved."

She turned her golden eyes to him, "It was not for me to decide. I am only a servant to my Lord and his chosen."

There were low growls from around them - both Syrax and Caraxes clambered closer, causing nervous whispers from the group around them. Even Melisandre wasn't entirely comfortable around the giant creatures of living flame.

"Syrax!"

Daemon turned to his own beast and tilted his head. "What is it?"

Both dragonriders turned toward Daenerys simultaneously as she knelt down into the glowing coals.

Out of the ashes she pulled a small silvery bundle. She clutched it to her chest as she moved to stand over Hightower again, ready for him to gasp loudly, taking in his first new breath as a servant to the Lord of Light.

The fused and burned skin peeled off as scars and he reached out toward the princess. She stared down at him. "Otto Hightower, you have been judged and you have paid the penalty with your life. I have granted you new life for you to serve House Targaryen in perpetuity. Will you swear this?"

The traitor began to weep at her feet. "I swear. Of course, my Princess. I swear."

She nodded, looking out at the crowd gathered beyond her family. "Let it be known that the House of the Dragon stands strong and united."

To punctuate her statement, the silver bundle in her arms stretched its translucent wings and let out a high-pitched screech.

Only death pays for life, indeed.

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This wasn't right - in the same way being born with Lannister blood wasn't right. The beautiful silver and red dragon curled up in front of her hearth wasn't the one that she was meant to hatch.

Both the dragon and her fox were laying near the fire comfortably as she watched them.

"What will you name her?" Alicent was brushing out her wet hair. She'd desperately needed a bath after covering herself in soot and ash.

Rhaenyra looked up at them from where she was reclining on the floor near the dragon, "Dragons more or less name themselves. It's a sort of impression they give their bonded - a name that just fits."

"Then I suppose it will not be me naming her."

Alicent paused in her brushing, "What do you mean?"

"She doesn't plan to bond with her." Rhae turned to them, sitting up, "Isn't that right, Dany?"

Daenerys pursed her lips, feeling every bit the petulant child she was. "She's not my dragon!"

Her cousin stood up, scooping the hatchling up in her arms as she did. "You can cling to your stone eggs if you want to, Daenerys, but they're not supposed to hatch for another two hundred years!"

"Two-" Alicent started to question, clearly confused.

"You don't know that!" She stood from her seat, startling Alicent. "Why would she have brought them here if not for me to have my children again?" A small yip came from the fox near the hearth.

There it was - that familiar hollow ache that would just sit in her chest until she felt like she couldn't breathe anymore. "I don't know how to explain it, Nyra, but they were all I had - the only thing I was ever going to have. Losing them was like losing limbs - carving out pieces of myself."

Her cheeks were wet. She hadn't realized she'd been crying. "I know it's not real. I do, really. I know it's just dreams and some twisted kind of memories, but that doesn't make it hurt any less. The dragons are the most vivid part - more vivid than dying. They're my children and they looked to me as their mother. Drogon was there as he killed me, probably avenged me, actually."

Rhaenyra sighed, stroking along the spines of the silver she-dragon. "That's the black and red one, isn't it? You tend to carry that egg more than the others."

"Yeah," she sighed. "He was the one I rode."

Her cousin nodded. "Okay, I'm going to put something forward that might be hard to swallow, but I just need you to listen."

Alicent huffed, "This sounds like we're about to get in trouble."

Rhaenyra gave her a brief glare. "The opposite, actually." She took Daenerys' hand and transferred the small dragon to her. "You hatched her, whether you want to admit it or not. But that is not what I want you to think carefully about.

"How vital were your dragons to the fight against the Night King? To the prophecy and fulfillment of you becoming the true embodiment of Azor Ahai? How badly will those stone eggs be needed by your next life?"

Every word was a deeper blade through her chest. The sky had only bled when she had hatched her dragons, she had rescued the Night's Watch from Drogon's back. It was hatching the dragons themselves that became the forging of Lightbringer.

Her children were needed for the Long Night. And she had a tiny creature in front of her that needed her.

"You're right." She scratched at the jaw of the small thing in her hands, drawing a little chirp out of it. "And what kind of Targaryen would I be if I abandoned her for a memory of a dream?" She sighed, "Even if it makes my chest ache like I've been emptied out and filled with steel."

Alicent hugged her from behind, careful of the dragon. "Oh, Dany. The grief gets easier - I promise. I know that exact feeling. It's how I felt after my mother died. After time, it's like the weight gets lesser and lesser. I don't know that it ever quite goes away, but it gets bearable, at least."

Rhaenyra grabbed one of Alicent's hands and rested her other one on Dany's cheek, brushing away a stray tear as if she weren't crying herself. "We can grieve together. You said it today, Daenerys. We are united and we are strong - even in our grief. Yes?" Her thumb wiped away another tear.

Dany nodded, "Yeah." She sniffled as her cousin wrapped her arm around both her and Alicent.

There was a small screech in protest as the little ball of silver scales got pressed into her chest.

Kaeres.

She laughed. Not just at the noise or the fact that, yes, they were clearly bonded. But at the irony. Kaeres - spirit. Ghost.

"Her name is Kaeres." There was a happy squawk from the little she-dragon as she bounced up in Dany's lap, frightening Alicent.

The two cousins laughed at their friend, quickly dissolving into hysterics as Dany fell to the floor and Kaeres nested in her now-dry hair, also drawing Melisandre over to examine her.

Even Alicent had to admit they were adorable. Good, perhaps it would cure her of her fear of dragons.

A knock sounded at her door and the three of them sat up. "Enter."

Ser Harrold pushed the door open, bowing. "Princesses, Lady Alicent, the Small Council will be convening shortly. I believe you will be expected." She watched his eyes wander around the room. "As well as the Lady Melisandre."

It took every bit of decorum she had not to laugh at the fact that no one had figured out where Melisandre was when they couldn't see her. Or where the fox had come from. Honestly, everyone was so blind.

"Thank you, Ser Harrold. We will be there." The Kingsguard saw himself out.

"What do you think they want?" Alicent was not accustomed to being in the Small Council.

Dany reached to squeeze her hand, "There's much to discuss. They're going to want to know if you're going back to Oldtown or if you'll stay on as the King's ward."

Rhaenyra hugged their friend tight, "Don't worry, we won't let them send you anywhere."

"I don't understand. Why wouldn't I just stay here with my father?"

She took a deep breath, bracing herself for the tears of her friend, "Because I'm sending him to the Wall."

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It was true - Alicent had cried when Daenerys told her they would be sending her father to the Wall. But it was also true that he wasn't quite her father any more.

When the three of them made their entrance into the Council chamber, she saw him standing hunched between two guards - or, more accurately, what was left of him.

All hair had been burned away, leaving only shiny patches of white scars mottling every surface of skin that could be seen. His hazel eyes had brightened to a familiar gold - the same as Melisandre's.

The shiny parts of his skin almost looked wet - like they were oozing some kind of clear liquid - while the rest of him seemed like it was peeling off in thin layers. He was something monstrous to see, certainly.

"The Princesses Rhaenyra Targaryen and Daenerys Lannister, and the Lady Alicent Hightower." Ser Harrold announced them. Dany flinched at her family name as she always did.

Rhaenyra walked in front of them as the heir, her face expressionless and stern. It was a miracle the whole world didn't bow before her in sheer respect, at least in her opinion. Daenerys had just become more Targaryen and mystical, carrying her new silver dragon in her arms and her mysterious fox on her shoulders.

And then there was her - just Alicent, next to these women who would be the things of legend.

"Ah, Ladies, welcome," the King seemed pleased to see them, which she counted as a good thing. She knew her friends had promised not to let anything happen to her, but the King still had the final say.

"Thank you, Father." Rhaenyra moved to take a seat at the table across from her uncle - generally reserved for the queen.

The new Grand Maester looked around the room, "I confess, I was hoping to meet this red priest I've heard so much about. Is she not with you, Princess Daenerys?"

Alicent realized she hadn't seen the Lady Melisandre since the funeral. It was odd for her to leave Dany's side.

The fox hopped off the princess' shoulder and lifted its chin to reveal a collar with a large ruby. The ruby glowed bright enough to blind, forcing everyone to look away. As the light dimmed, there was no longer a fox, but Melisandre standing in its place.

She smirked mischievously, "You'll find, maester, I am indeed never far from the princess."

Prince Daemon laughed, "Clever. Who would keep a princess' pet from her? Very clever."

Lord Strong stared at the red priest thoughtfully, "Also quite useful as the Master of Whisperers for the Small Council, which I suspect Princess Daenerys knew when she had you named."

"Amongst other talents she possesses, yes." Dany moved Kaeres to her shoulder to free her hands and the dragon instantly burrowed behind her neck into her hair.

Melisandre crossed to take a seat across from Lord Beesbury, leaving Alicent and Dany standing. It didn't seem to bother Daenerys at all, but Ali didn't know what to do about it.

"Alright, we're all here. Princess Rhaenyra is to sit in as heir and behave as a participating member of this council from this time forward."

Her best friend inclined her head to her father, "Thank you, my King."

He nodded to the table in general, "Now, to the matter of House Hightower-"

Almost everyone around the table began speaking at once, trying to have the king hear their own idea of what should be done with her and her family.

"Enough!" Daemon shouted, silencing everyone. "I believe my brother was speaking."

Alicent and everyone else gave him an impressed look - except the two princesses. They didn't seem surprised at all.

King Viserys cleared his throat, "As I was saying, I would like to hear Lady Alicent's request before any decisions are made."

Her mind went blank. "Mine?"

"Indeed. No one knows the minds and hearts of your family better than you. We know your father and uncle are complicit, but do you think others in your house capable of treachery?"

She thought on her brother and cousin. "Both my brother and cousin would seek to rise above their station, but so would nearly every Lord in Westeros, Your Grace. I don't know that makes them capable of treason. I do not think it is an obsession for them as it was for my father."

"And do you wish to return to Oldtown to be with your brother and cousin?"

"No, Your Grace. If it pleases you, I would rather remain and continue in my service of the princesses."

The king smiled at her and she felt a surge of relief. "It does please the crown to allow you to remain here as a ward of House Targaryen until the day you find a suitable match and are married into a house worthy of you."

"Thank you, Your Grace." She curtsied.

He nodded and turned back to his council. Alicent moved to stand next to Dany over at the table with the cups.

"And what of Otto?"

"The Wall," Dany stepped away from her. As she approached, it was like Hightower gained new strength, standing straighter.

"Of course, Princess. However I can serve you."

Daenerys moved to face the room at large, "Otto Hightower will serve at the Wall. He will take the oath of the Night's Watch and uphold it, waiting, watching, and listening for the signs of the Long Night. When the rumors of the dead rising with blue eyes begin, or wildlings fleeing south, or the Others waking begin - he will alert us."

She lifted her chin, "And House Targaryen will know it is time for the stone eggs to hatch."

"You speak of fairy tales, Princess." Grand Maester Orwyle clearly hadn't been told about how his predecessor died.

Lord Beesbury turned to him, "You are looking at a man brought to life before your eyes and a girl who walked through dragonfire unburnt, yet you speak of fairy tales? Have some sense, Grand Maester."

Prince Daemon laughed again. Rhaenyra glared at him and he instantly quieted.

Dany practically glided back to her place by Alicent with as gracefully as she moved with Kaeres on her shoulders.

"The matter of House Hightower is concluded, then." Daemon announced to the table. "I put forth Ser Harwin Strong as my successor as Commander of the City Watch."

Lord Strong flushed a bit, sitting forward. "All in favor?" There was an echo of 'aye's around the table. "Any opposed?" No one said anything. "Ser Harwin Strong will be sworn in as Commander of the City Watch. Lord Hand, my House thanks you for the honor."

Daemon's jaw twitched slightly, "No need. He's simply the most qualified for the position."

The King watched the exchange with the same curiosity she herself felt, except he seemed to know something about it. "Very good. Now, on to the next order of business - Rhaenyra's naming as heir. Have all the ravens been sent, Grand Maester?"

Orwyle nodded, "They have, Your Grace."

"And where are we on planning the tournament?"

Rhae sighed, "Father, is a tourney entirely necessary?"

"Actually, it will help foster good relations between you and your future subjects, Princess." her uncle raised a challenging brow at her and Alicent half expected a scene between the two of them.

Instead, Rhaenyra pursed her lips, "I can see the wisdom in that. As absurd as I find it."

Lord Beesbury took the opportunity to answer, "All is according to plan, Your Grace. The feasts for the commons and court are prepared, and the tournament purses have been funded."

"Excellent."

Lord Corlys stood at the end of the table, "Final order of business, Your Grace. There is still the matter of the Stepstones. The Crabfeeder has cleared the pirates from the shipping lanes and is intent on owning those shipping lanes in the name of the Triarchy."

Alicent watched as Daemon and Rhaenyra both leaned forward simultaneously.

"Father, I think we should take this seriously."

"Your Grace, this is likely going to be something that will become a problem-"

It was all she could do not to laugh at the shade of red her best friend was turning. She turned to meet Dany's eyes. Oh they were so going to make her regret this later.

The king looked between the two of them with an amused expression, "It would appear my Hand and heir both believe we should intervene. What were you proposing, Lord Corlys?"

"I would urge you not to allow this Triarchy much latitude in the Stepstones, Your Grace. If those shipping lanes should fall, it would beggar our ports."

Rhaenyra stared down the table at him, "Do they currently hold a strong military presence?"

"Not as strong as it could be, Princess. They are still finishing their campaign to remove the pirates from the caves. Once they have finished that and dig their own way in, they will be almost impossible to root out."

There was a meaningful look passed between Rhaenyra and Daemon - like they knew something about this that the rest of the room didn't.

Prince Daemon nodded toward Corlys, "Then we will likely need to intervene before that happens. What do you need?"

"Ships and tender, Lord Hand. Likely men, calvary and archers alike, as well."

The Master of Coin sighed deeply, "That sounds like you intend to fight a full war. In all of its history, my lord, the Seven Kingdoms have never entered open war with the Free Cities. Were that to happen, the losses would be incalculable."

"These pirates are not the Free Cities, Lord Beesbury." Rhaenyra eyed him steadily. "I doubt they want open war with us any more than we do with them. They can easily disavow this Crabfeeder, and likely will."

Lord Strong nodded, "If we give a show of strength, she is correct. It will give no reason for the Free Cities to believe they can strike back."

Daenerys tugged Kaeres out of her hair, "Dragons, then?"

King Viserys nodded, "Indeed. It is settled. Lord Corlys, Driftmark will have the Crown's support in coin, ships, men, and our dragonriders as well." He stood, with everyone following suit. "This concludes our business. Daemon and Corlys, stay. We have one more thing to discuss."

She and Dany waited near the door for Nyra and Melisandre.

"You've really been the fox this whole time?" Alicent stared at the red woman. After a few moments, the oddness of her golden eyes made sense - they were a fox's eyes, with angled pupils rather than fully round. It was subtle, but it was there.

The priestess cocked her head at her, "I serve the Lord of Light, Lady Alicent. Some days it is nice to just curl up in a patch of sunlight and bask in his presence." She smirked, "The freedom to come and go as I please is nice as well."

Alicent hummed, "Maybe I should convert and have you teach me your ways. That does sound nice."

The two princesses shook their heads at her as they left the Council chamber. They all knew she was too dedicated to the Seven, no matter how appealing changing into a fox and shirking all responsibility truly was.

1 "Divinity, eternity, family - they go hand in hand, and so must we." - Unknown

[dany-is-my-queen]

Born To Be Yours | Part III

Sansa Stark x Fem! Baretheon! Reader (Daenerys Targaryen x Fem! Baratheon! Reader eventually)

Season 1-8

Word Count: 1,785

Pt. 1 Pt.2 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7 Pt.8 Pt.9

Another tournament was organized. Your father insisted on participate, luckily Lord Stark convinced him otherwise. Who would dare challenge the King of the Seven Kingdoms?

You were sitting exactly like the first occasion but Cersei was absent. She never really enjoy those kind of events, not that they were your favorite either. This time was The Mountain against one of your best friends, Ser Loras of House Tyrell. A very charming man.

“That is a very pretty dress, Myrcella.” You told your little sister. Your gaze directed to the northern girl.

“You like it?” She grinned contemplating at her golden and costly gown. Yours was very similar.

“I do, my lioness.”

Ser Loras approached the redhead giving her a red rose. She gladly accepted and you remember she told you how much she loved knights. He was way more kind than Joffrey. But you knew the Tyrell boy has an affair with uncle Renly, actually, you were the only person who knew their secret. Although here in the capital people’s secrets are never safe.

After The Hound defended the Knight of the Flowers, Ser Gregor left furious. All the applauses were towards him. Later that day you were on your chambers, sparring on your own.

“Y/N, how many times have I told you I don’t like you to be playing with a sword.” The blonde woman nagged.

“Not enough.” You turned to her.

“It’s dangerous. I don’t want you to get hurt.” You took a deep breath.

“Father says it’s for my own good.”

“You have a lot of him in you.”

“Not the eyes. Mine are just like yours.” You scoffed.

“You have Robert’s stubbornness.” She pointed.

“That bothers you? Where is uncle Tyrion? Have you got a word from him?”

“He is a prisoner of Lady Stark.” How can she say it so casual?

“What?! Why??”

“Conspiracy. They assume he hired someone to murder their little son.”

“That doesn’t make any sense. He is not known for being a child killer. What will happen now?”

“Jaime is trying to get him back. We expect the Starks to return him safe and sound to the capital. Practice your needlework. That is more appropriate for a princess to do.” She declared and walked out. You rolled your eyes, resuming your moves.

“Father, you wanted to see me?” He raised his cup and order you to sit on the small table.

“I’m getting old. You, my daughter, are getting better on your fencing. I am proud to see what you are becoming, a hell of a woman! Not a girl anymore. Never let a man commands you. You were born a leader, not a follower. Always remember that.” He gulped, offering you some wine. You like the taste but not the feeling if you drink too much.

“I have your strength, courage and of course, your charisma.” You admitted.

“Indeed. What about you marry Edd’s son? Robb is his name if I recall correctly. I wanted to join our houses. Baratheon and Stark, finally together. Without a fucking Targaryen getting in the way. But Y/N, I want you to live a happy life. Not a loveless marriage like the one your mother and I have. When you are to be wed, choose your partner wisely and never let anyone take them away from you.” You knew when your father was being serious, sorrow written all over his face.

“I can’t start a war if that happens. Thank you, father. I will listen to you. Joffrey and Sansa will rule someday, I hope it’s in a very long time, though. I’m not able to fully understand what you lost when Lady Lyanna was stolen from you. I can’t imagine the pain and frustration you felt. I am sorry.” You looked at him with a sympathetic smile.

“Not more than I am. The only good thing about the outcome was you and your siblings. Even Joffrey. You are way better than him, in every aspect. Cersei always treated you less. But you are my princess.” The bearded man said with nothing but the truth.

“I don’t know what to do. What is expected of me.” You lower your head.

“Don’t worry, child. One of the seven heavens has a plan for you. You are young, beautiful and smart. You are the princess of Westeros. The world shall be as you desire. Don’t worry about that now.” You stood up and hugged him tightly. In that moment you felt safe from any danger, safe even from your mother.

“Lord Varys. What news?” You were walking at a slow pace outside the Throne Room. “You know I only want to help my father make the right choices.” Lord Bealish is not the only one that whispers in your ear, the Eunuch trusts you. Almost everyone does. You’ve never used the intel they tell you to do something wrong. You could never.

“Yes I know, my friend. Daenerys Targaryen.” He sighed. “She is pregnant with Khal Drogo’s child. She’s a threat along with Viserys. I’m certain it’s not a rumor. The King wants her dead, he insists.”

“Thank you for sharing this information with me, my lord.” He bowed his head, turning to the opposite direction.

“How are things in Highgarden?” You asked your old friend.

“Quiet. My grandmother and sister send their regards. They miss you.” The curled man said.

“I’ll go visit soon.”

“Perhaps you could bring your new friend, she’s quite a beauty.” When you opened your mouth to answer a knock from the door caught your attention

“My Princess. Lady Arya is nowhere to be found.”

“I want every single one of my guards searching out for her. When you locate her take her immediately to Lord Eddard. Please.” The young man nodded.

After a few hours, the little wolf appeared. “Oh, Arya! You are okay. Where have you been?”

“I got lost. Thanks for worrying. I’m fearful... for my father.”

“Why’s that?”

“I’ve heard they plan to kill him.” She almost whispered.

“Who?”

“I don’t know. The King will protect him, right?” She asked with preoccupation in her voice.

“Of course, Arya.” She hugged you. The last Hand, Jon Arryn, he died because the fever took him, or did someone plan it? Now the Lord of Winterfell was in danger? A thousand scenarios began to run in your head.

You just received the jewel you asked to be made to the finest hand-crafter in King’s Landing, a gorgeous silver ring with House Stark sigil. The wolf in the middle was discreet yet visible. A perfect gift for a perfect lady. You were excited to deliver it so you head to find her. Someone got earlier. You didn’t speak right away.

“Would you forgive me, for my rudeness?” At least he was apologizing.

“There is nothing to forgive.” She was stuttering.

“One day we’ll be married. I’ll never disrespect you again. I’ll never be cruel to you again. Do you understand me?” You are my lady now. From this day until my last day.” Your heart ached at the thought of it. But it’s something you already knew. Seeing them together was different.

“My Princess.” You were about to turn around when Septa Mordane greeted you.

“I... I didn’t mean to interrupt. I didn’t know you were with Lady Sansa.” Joffrey eyed you with his usual sulky expression.

“Leave us alone, sister.” He hissed.

“My lady.” You just bowed your head completely embarrassed.

You called for the tall girl to be escorted to your chambers. “I intended to give you this yesterday. I’m sorry for running into you when you were occupied.”

“It’s alright. It’s beautiful!” She had a wide smile as you put the ring on her index finger.

“I see Joffrey gave you a necklace.” You noticed the golden piece. She took it and nodded.

“Yes. It’s like the one you wear.”

“My mother and Myrcella have one identical. It suits you.”

“That’s what he said. I will be his queen someday.” She excited exclaimed.

“Yes, you will.” Your heart was aching again.

“The ring is lovely. Thank you, princess.” The Northerner admired it happily.

“Now you have something to remember the North. I had it made especially for you. You are very welcome.” You smiled warmly at her.

“Y/N, you’ll be joining the hunt.” Your father stated.

“With pleasure.” You’ve always loved to go hunting, it was not a boring activity for you at all. You gather your weapons. Your skills were good, though every time you go to the wild you learn something new.

You were deep in the woods, a bow in your hand. Your father was carrying a spear. Ser Barristan and uncle Renly joined too.

“Father, don’t kill the Targaryen girl. I understand why you need to do it. Don’t see it as an act of honor but of mercy. She’s innocent. They are far away from King’s Landing. You are not a butcher. Don’t send anyone to hunt her down. More so if she’s carrying a baby inside her.”

“You and Ned so honorable. Maybe you are right. Little girls don’t frighten me.” You were relieved when you heard him say that. There is hope for them. “You weren’t a man till you fucked one girl of each of the Seven Kingdoms and the Riverlands. We used to call it “making the eight.” He giggled.

“Those were some lucky girls.” The youngest Baratheon brother said without a bit of excitement.

“Y/N! I suppose it counts for the boys too.” You smirked and nudged your uncle. “Those were the days.” The smile fell from his lips. Now he was angry.

“What days exactly? The ones were half of Westeros fight the other half and millions died. Or before that, when the Mad King slaughtered women and babies cause the voices in his head told him they deserved it. Or way before that, when dragons burnt whole cities to the ground.” He spat.

“Easy, boy. You might be my brother but you’re speaking to the king.” The black-haired man warned.

“More wine, your grace?” Lancel nervously offered.

“Father, you should slow down with the booze, it can make you feel dizzy and to hunt you need to stay focus.” You declared.

“Oh my dear daughter, I’d done this a million times. Wine is my preferred ally.” He said.

It all happened so fast, Robert missed his thrust and was seriously injured by a boar, he was very drunk to be concentrated. When you, Ser Barristan and Renly tried to help it was too late. You arrived from the Kingswood with him almost unconscious. All the way back you were quivering. Fearing for your father’s life.