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The Queen & her Lady- Chapter 1

Summary: The third, unruly, unmarried, unbowed daughter of Prince Qoren Martell of Dorne is sent to King's Landing to be a lady in waiting. Initially unwilling, Princess (Y/N) soon falls for a certain Queen in green.

A/N: This starts out a few months before episode 8. It will be show divergent in that Aemond is aged up to about 17. It will be book canon divergent in regards to House Martell's support during the War for the Stepstones. This is Alicent x f!reader but there is a bit of Aemond x f!reader (mainly platonic), but heads up if you aren't down for that. I always welcome feedback and take requests so if you have any, shoot me a line.

(Y/N) had spent many a night in the great library of Sunspear. To her family it seemed as though she lived there. Her eldest sister swore (Y/N) had read every book in the Sunspear library at least twice.

She was a voracious reader but mainly she dreamed of seeing the many wonders of the world as described in the books she read. (Y/N) dreamed of adventure and discovery.

But she had been confined all her life to Sunspear. (Y/N) had been born with a delicate constitution. She had contracted a deadly fever as a young child and almost died. After many a worrisome night (Y/N)'s fever broke and she recovered. Because of this scare her father kept her much closer in fear that (Y/N) would become ill once again and he would lose his youngest daughter.

(Y/N) was not the heir, she was not even the spare as that honor belonged to her elder sister Coryanne. No, (Y/N) was the third daughter, the third in line. The best she could hope for was a good marriage to one of the lords of Dorne.

Much to her father's dismay, (Y/N) had proclaimed from a young age that she would never marry. A husband would not allow her to travel to the far corners of the world and learn from all the grandest centers of knowledge. She would be forced to have children...to stay in whatever castle her husband was lord of and confine her mind to whatever his library contained.

Qoren paid it no mind for many years...until it seemed as though (Y/N)'s oath was something she intended to keep. Many a suitor was brought in from all the great houses in Dorne. All of them brought books, some rare and some (Y/N) had never heard of, but (Y/N) would always keep the books and send the boy away.

At seventeen (Y/N) had fallen ill once again. Once again her father worried over the fate of his daughter's life. And once again (Y/N) beat the sickness and recovered faster than the maesters predicted she would.

So Qoren continued to indulge his daughter's spinsterhood. He made sure to have new books brought in from the ports every couple months for (Y/N).

(Y/N) wasn't happy in Sunspear, but it had been all she knew, it was her home. She longed for adventure, to see the world, but the day her father announced that she was to leave for King's Landing and be a lady in waiting to Queen Alicent Hightower (Y/N) felt a dread creep over her.

Why her? Why now?

Unfortunately the princess wouldn't know the true nature of the agreement, at least not until it was too late.

King Viserys longed to unite the seven kingdoms as all his predecessors had. But Dorne was a land that managed to slip through the Targaryen's fingers time and time again. So he'd try a different route, one not new to them, but one his family had not employed in some time.

He wrote to Prince Qoren. Viserys wrote of his desire to continue the peaceful relationship between them. The king offered to marry his son Aemond to one of his daughters. Qoren wrote back, sharing similar sentiments, as the Targaryens power had only grown in the last couple of years and he did not wish to plunge Dorne into another war. So Qoren accepted the marriage proposal, and told the king he'd wed his youngest daughter to Aemond. Princess (y/n) was two years Aemond's senior while Coryanne was much older. Prince Qoren also asked the King to keep the marriage between trusted individuals as he would break the news to (y/n) when the time was right. (y/n) was free spirited and did not take to the idea of marriage as easily as other girls. King Viserys understood, as his own daughter was much the same. So they agreed that to the world (y/n) would be coming to King's Landing as a lady in waiting for the Queen. She would meet Aemond, and get to know him before her father would tell her the true reason of her travels.

King Viserys informed only his wife, Queen Alicent, and his hand, Otto Hightower of the truth.

Alicent hoped the girl would take to Aemond, and that Aemond would take to her. Aemond was not as loud and brash as his brother Aegon. Aemond preferred to spend his time training with Ser Criston or reading in the keep's library. She hoped the girl would bring a smile to her son's face. Alicent longed for her children to find some form of happiness, even though she never could.

(Y/N) realized what trouble she was in when she could not fit more than six books in her final trunk. Her eldest sister had helped her pack, and of course Aliandra made sure to pack all of the dresses and finery (Y/N) didn't care for. Which left little room for her books.

She stared at the many volumes of histories and philosophy she had laid across her bed. How could she choose between them? She loved them all.

"They have books in King's Landing you know," came her father's voice from behind.

(Y/N) whirled on her feet and faced her father, who stood at the entrance of her chambers.

"What if I'm not allowed in their library," (Y/N) countered.

Her father laughed. "You're not a prisoner. You'll be one of the queen's ladies in waiting."

"There's little difference in times of strife."

At this, her father's smile faded. He sat down on the bed and patted the space next to him for (Y/N) to sit. Qoren explained that he would never send her to King's Landing to be prisoner for the dragon king. Prince Qoren added that he was only helping (Y/N) on her mission to see the world. What better place to start than King's Landing?

(Y/N) could think of a million places that would be a better start. The princess felt there was something her father was not telling her. But she didn't press. She knew a decision like this was not made lightly, and that she would have to perform her duties as a princess of Dorne. Her father had indulged her for many years, and being a lady in waiting would be better than marrying a lord and having his children.

The journey to King's Landing was tiring, and it was too long for (Y/N)'s liking. She had never been in a carriage that long. The second they stepped foot in King's Landing (Y/N) wished for nothing more than food and rest.

The Red Keep was grand but it was a bit disappointing compared to what (Y/N) had imagined. The Queen, and her children, stood outside to greet the Princess.

(Y/N) fell into the mask of propriety she had forged throughout the years. She knew the people outside of Dorne were much more conservative in their actions and words than she had grown up with. So she would play by their rules while she was there.

What (Y/N) had not counted on was the ethereal beauty of Queen Alicent Hightower. The brown- almost auburn- hair that was braided to perfection about her head left (Y/N) with a clear view of the Queen's face. And oh- what a face indeed. The Queen's eyes were large and doe-like. They were tired, an a certain sadness lingered in them but they were nonetheless beautiful. Then came the queen's full lips that looked so soft and inviting. (Y/N) realized she would have to work hard to keep her mask of propriety on tight.

(Y/N), and her family for that matter, had always known the truth of herself. (Y/N) did not care for men, that most people knew, but what they didn't know was that she deeply, deeply, cared for women. If (Y/N) was ever to know true love it would be with another woman, that (Y/N) was certain of.

And she felt it right then, standing in front of Queen Alicent. Her palms began to sweat, and she felt her throat go dry. She could not take her eyes off the Queen.

So distracted by the Queen's beauty, and by her own thoughts, (Y/N) quickly realized she had not heard all of what the Queen was saying.

"...and this is Aemond," the Queen finished.

(Y/N) finally tore herself free from staring at the queen and looked to who she had mentioned.

The man, though surely he was but a boy just yesterday, bent his head graciously. "Princess (Y/N), I do hope your journey was not unpleasant."

(Y/N) greeted Aemond. "Thank you Prince Aemond. My journey was a tad unpleasant but this warm welcome has lifted my spirits."

The Queen gave a smile as she looked between the Princess and her son. "Wonderful. Princess Heleana will show you to your quarters."

The girl, who seemed about (Y/N)'s age if not only a year younger, lead (Y/N) to her quarters as the Queen had said but not without mumbling rhymes and riddles all the way there. (Y/N) wanted to ask, wanted to know what Heleana was talking about but the way the girl seemed to be in a world of her own made (Y/N) refrain from such questions.

After Heleana had left (Y/N) in her chambers (Y/N) crashed on top of the plush bed and closed her eyes for a few brief minutes.

She awoke to a knock on her door.

"Come in," she spoke.

A moment later the Queen walked in.

"I hope you are settling in and are comfortable with the provided chambers," she said as she stood in front of (Y/N). From where the Queen stood she had to look down to see (Y/N).

(Y/N)'s hands started to sweat again. For a brief moment she let herself imagine the Queen hovering over her, looking down on her with those beautiful but sad eyes, and those soft and inviting lips. She slowly rubbed her hands along the blankets on the bed as she stood to get as much sweat off her palms as she could. (Y/N) smiled up at the Queen.

"I am indeed your grace, thank you."

The Queen gave a quick nod. "Good." Then the Queen stood there in silence for a moment, unsure how to proceed.

(Y/N) watched her. "Your grace," she began, hoping her voice would not betray her.

The Queen stepped closer. "Yes?"

"I've never...I've never had ladies in waiting," (Y/N) said. (Y/N)'s eyes had wandered from the Queen's face. "I never cared to have that many girls following me around all day. That was always something more suited to my sister Aliandra," (Y/N) continued.

Her eyes wandered down the Queen's neck, to the Queen's collarbone, then even lower to the small window of cleavage the Queen's dress allowed.

"I'm not sure I'll be any good to you, your grace," (Y/N) finished. She looked away quickly, knowing her gaze should not linger there. Not here, not in King's Landing.

This was not her home. She could not live and do as she pleased the way she had always done in Sunspear. Here she had to be alert, cautious, and above all she could not linger on the beautiful chests of gorgeous women. Especially when it is the Queen's.

The Queen smiled, though it did not reach her eyes. "Your honesty is...a welcome surprise. But please do not fret over that. The other girls will help you, and the servants do most of the work anyways."

(Y/N) lifted her gaze to meet the Queen's. "You're too kind your grace."

The Queen smiled again, and again it did not reach her eyes. "We're having a dinner to welcome you princess. Please join us in twenty minutes time."

"Of course your grace," (Y/N) replied.

Then the Queen made her exit.

Once alone again, (Y/N) fell back onto the bed and covered her face in one of the pillows.

She would have to put those thoughts of the Queen aside if she was to be here long, and if she was to wait on the Queen.

Dinner was uncomfortable to say the least. It was just the Queen, Aemond, Heleana, and (Y/N).

It was not at all like the dinners she was used to having, with her whole family. She was used to loud dinners with music and laughs.

Her first dinner in King's Landing was quiet, save for the pleasantries she exchanged with Aemond and the Queen. The lack of sound made the minutes feel like hours.

Aemond would not meet her gaze, Heleana mumbled more riddles to herself, and the Queen made polite conversation. (Y/N) did her best to navigate the uncomfortable silences.

"So," the Queen began, "your father mentioned in his letter that you liked to read."

(Y/N) nodded. "Indeed your grace. My days at Sunspear were mostly spent in my father's library."

The Queen turned to Aemond. "Perhaps you could show (Y/N) the library here in the Keep."

Aemond looked at his mother. "If you wish it so mother."

The Queen frowned then took a drink of wine.

"Is it vast," (Y/N) asked Aemond. Not that the prince would meet her gaze.

Aemond looked down at his food. "It is."

(Y/N) pressed on. "Then I should like to see it. I brought a few books from home but I've read them more times than I could count." Then she looked to the Queen. "If it is not an imposition, your grace."

"None at all," the Queen replied. She smiled at (Y/N), clearly appreciative of the princess' efforts with her son.

The Queen declared that Aemond show (Y/N) the Keep's library after dinner. Aemond grumbled but did not protest.

Aemond kept his word and led (Y/N) to the castle library after dinner. He lit the candles in the library while (Y/N) explored the room.

The shelves were tall and filled to the brim with books. She looked around the room. This library was bigger than the one at Sunspear, but not by much.

"How is it arranged," (Y/N) asked Aemond.

"Arranged?," Aemond asked.

(Y/N) turned to Aemond, who was staring at her puzzled.

"Yes, are the histories grouped together on a particular shelf? The philosophies?... The tales of princes rescuing fair maidens?" (Y/N) joked.

Aemond did not laugh, but (Y/N) managed to pull a small smile from the grumpy prince's lips.

"I'm afraid I'm not so knowledgeable about the books on princes rescuing fair maidens, but the histories and philosophies are on that end," he said and pointed to the shelves at the far end of the room. "The religious texts, books on languages, and books about the many cities in Essos are on this side," Aemond continued and gestured towards the shelves closest to them.

(Y/n) nodded and stepped closer to the prince. "And where are the books that are discouraged and forbidden to read?" She asked with a mischievous smile on her face.

Aemond stared at the Princess for a minute, his face inscrutable. "Why do you ask?"

"Those are always the most interesting, are they not?"

The Prince returned (y/n)'s devious smile. He stepped closer to the princess. "My favorite section, the dragon texts," he said getting closer. "..are there," he finished and pointed to the shelves just above (Y/N)'s head. "Though they aren't quite suitable for a princess to read."

(Y/N) locked eyes with Aemond. "And why is that?"

"The histories of the dragons and how my ancestors tamed them aren't quite appropriate for proper ladies. They go into great detail about the dancing, singing, fighting," Aemond rattled on getting closer and closer to (Y/N)'s face. "The fucking," he finished with his face inappropriately close to hers.

(Y/N) laughed. Was he trying to intimidate her or was this his clumsy attempt at wooing her? (Y/N) stepped away from Aemond.

"Inappropriate for a lady of these lands sure, but for a princess of Dorne..." (Y/N) whirled around to face Aemond. "A light read before bed."

At this, Aemond let out a laugh. "Right, you Dornish are not so encumbered by Andal customs."

"Last I knew neither were the blood of old Valyria," (Y/N) quipped.

Aemond looked into the Princess' eyes and felt something in him stir. Then he looked away and cleared his throat. "It's getting quite late. I should escort you back to your chambers."

"Of course. Thank you for showing me the library," (Y/N) replied. She was sad she had to leave before really exploring but now that she knew where it was she would have to find a moment to sneak away and return.

So Aemond walked the Dornish princess back to her chambers. The walk was quiet but not in an uncomfortable sense. (Y/N) was pleased to find out that the prince was not so dour and boring as she had feared upon first meeting. And Aemond was intrigued by the princess' playful nature.

Once the two stood outside the princess' chambers, Aemond bid the princess goodnight.

"Good night, zaldrīzes dārilaros (dragon prince)," (Y/N) replied before quickly slipping behind her chamber door.

Aemond stood outside the large brown door with yet another smile on his face. The princess piqued more and more of his curiosity.

The following day the princess awoke to a serving girl informing her the Queen requested her presence in her chambers.

The serving girl quickly helped the princess into her own dress, and the princess hastily combed her messy mane until it was presentable.

Then she was led to the Queen's apartments.

"Good morning your grace," (Y/N) greeted as soon as she was let inside.

The Queen sat at her vanity, her hair loose about her shoulders. She smiled at the Princess, and this time (Y/N) could not detect any sadness in her eyes. "Good morning princess. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes your grace, it was as comfortable as my bed in Sunspear."

"Good, I'm glad to hear so," the Queen responded. Then she motioned for (Y/N) to approach her.

(Y/N) did so but stopped at a respectable distance.

"Do you know how to braid," the Queen asked her.

(Y/N) stomach dropped. Growing up she often dodged her sessions with the septas, and as such she was never very good at what proper young ladies and Princesses should be experts at.

"I do know how your grace, but it is skill in such endeavors that eludes me. My sisters' hands were much more adept," (Y/N) confessed.

The Queen stood up and grabbed (Y/N)'s hands. "Then we will have to practice until you are better than your sisters."

(Y/N) smiled. "I fear we will toil in vain, your grace."

"Nonsense. You're a smart girl are you not," the Queen replied.

(Y/N) nodded. The Queen sat (y/n) down on the bench of the vanity and got to work demonstrating different braiding styles.

(Y/N) did try to listen and follow along with the Queen but all she could think about was the Queen's fingers in her hair, gently braiding it. The feeling of the Queen's fingers raking through her hair flooded her mind with images she knew better than to linger on. This was not Sunspear. She could not think such thoughts.

Then when it was her time to braid the Queen's hair all she could think about was how soft the Queen's hair was. (Y/N) was careful when parting the Queen's hair and even more delicate when braiding it. She handled the Queen's hair as she would an ancient and rare tome.

The Queen was patient with (y/n)'s awkward and unskilled braiding. When needed she kindly corrected (Y/N), and then would demonstrate the correct way of doing it. (Y/N) tried hard to please the Queen and when she finally earned a praise out of the Queen's mouth (Y/N)'s whole body felt weightless.

(Y/N) loved hearing the Queen praise her so she made sure to make less mistakes with the next braiding technique the Queen showed her.

"That's it princess, just like that," the Queen encouraged.

Heat radiated all over her body when she heard the Queen's praise. She could feel her face getting redder. (Y/N) prayed the Queen wouldn't notice, and if she did notice, (Y/N) prayed the Queen was kind enough not to mention it.

Minutes that felt like hours later, the Queen informed (Y/N) that she had improved considerably in their time together. The Queen was sure the princess would be a braiding expert by the week's end.

"You honor me your grace," (Y/N) replied, her cheeks rosy and warm.

The Queen did not comment on it but she did notice the way the princess would turn red when the Queen complemented her. She did not think much of it. She figured the princess had not anticipated the Queen being capable of kindness. The Queen was no stranger to the horrible rumors that had spread of her, especially after the dagger incident on Driftmark all those years ago. She reached out for the princess' hands.

"You honor your house, princess," the Queen said and gave (Y/N)'s hands a light squeeze.

The Queen found it easy to be kind to (Y/N), easier than being kind had been for her in the last ten years. She would keep (Y/N) close, the Queen thought to herself. She would keep (Y/N) close and be kind to her. She liked the feeling that bloomed in her chest when the princess smiled at her. It almost felt familiar.

Hours later Talya walked into the Queen's apartments. "I was unable to find Princess (Y/N) your grace," Talya said with her head bowed.

The Queen set her goblet down on the table in front of her. "Did you check the library?"

Talya nodded. "Yes your grace. She was not there and not in her chambers."

"Please keep searching, and alert me when you find her," the Queen proclaimed.

Talya nodded then bowed and exited the room.

Now alone, the Queen surveyed all the food that she had requested be made for her to dine with (Y/N). All of it would now go to waste as the princess had made herself difficult to find.

Where could (Y/N) have gone to?

So the Queen stood and left her apartments to search for the princess. She let out a deep sigh. This was most impolite of the princess.

"Are you alright your grace," came a deep voice behind her.

Alicent turned. It was Ser Criston. She relaxed. "Yes, well I will be alright when we find princess (y/n)."

"Has she fled the keep?"

She stopped walking and thought about it for a second. The princess would not do something so rash, would she? She had seemed happy the last time Alicent saw her, just hours ago when she taught the princess how to braid.

"No...I don't believe so. If she's anything like princes and princesses of the Red Keep she is probably hiding away somewhere reading something she probably should not be," Alicent replied with a soft smile pulling at the corner of her mouth.

Ser Criston nodded. "Then let us find her at once."

Alicent agreed and off they went in search of the princess. Thankfully for them the very first place Alicent thought to look is where the princess was.

Her stomach knotted when she saw (y/n) underneath the keep's weirwood tree. (Y/N) sitting there, reading a book, with her hair falling all over the pages of the book that sat on her lap, forced Alicent to remember the many days she and Rhaenyra spent giggling and dreaming of things that could never be under that very tree.

"Leave me Ser Criston," Alicent commanded.

Criston did as his Queen asked and bid her goodbye.

Alicent slowly walked closer to (y/n), not wanting to startle her.

"That book must be awfully interesting if you left the Queen of the seven kingdoms alone to eat her meal to come out here and read it," she teased.

(y/n)'s gaze shot up to where Alicent stood. (y/n) stood up so quick the large book fell to the wayside and let out a loud thump when it landed on the ground.

"Your grace I- I was not..I mean I-," (y/n) stuttered, her face going pink.

Alicent crossed the distance between them and picked up the book. She looked down at it. It was a history of the warrior queen, Nymeria of Ny Sar. Alicent's smile dropped. She gripped the book tightly. Alicent was instantly transported back to that day in the godswood with Rhaenyra. Alicent opened the book and thumbed through the pages until she found it, the leftover edges of the page that Rhaenyra had torn out and given to Alicent. She swallowed hard.

(Y/N) watched as the Queen searched the pages of the book until she came across a part of the book where a page had clearly been torn out. The Queen carefully ran her finger over what little remained of the page.

"I'm sorry I missed dining with you, your grace. I was unaware of how much time I had spent here," (y/n) explained.

This seemed to pull the Queen out of her reverie. She closed the book and looked up at (y/n). "You must have read a hundred books about princess Nymeria so why did this one captivate you so much you forgot your manners?"

The Queen's harsh tone caught (y/n) off guard.

"I...You are correct your grace. I have read many a history about my ancestor." (y/n) reached out for the book. "I was intrigued by this maester's account as it differs from the many I have read in Sunspear..."

The Queen handed the book back to (y/n) so fast, as if it burned her to hold it. (Y/n) opened it to the section with the page torn out.

"But I was captivated by this missing page." (y/n) ran her hand down the book. "I know what page should be here. I know how the story goes by heart."

(Y/N) looked back up to find the Queen staring intently at her.

"So I asked myself why someone tore out this page? Why this page specifically? Did it have some meaning to the person who ripped it out? Did they loathe my ancestor so much that they tore it out in rage?"

The Queen's eyes started to water. So she turned away from the princess and dabbed at her eyes with the sleeve of her dress.

Princess (y/n) looked back down at the book and smoothed out the surrounding pages. "Or did they love her so much they wished to keep the page of her victory close to them forever?" (y/n) finished.

At this the Queen turned back to face (y/n). (y/n) slowly looked back up at the Queen.

"I am truly sorry I have insulted you your grace. It was not my intention to miss dining with you...I was looking forward to it actually." (y/n) felt her face heat up as the final words came out of her mouth.

The Queen softened. "It's quite alright princess. You are still adjusting to life here." She offered the princess a small smile.

This seemed to calm the princess as (y/n) let out a breath and returned the Queen's smile.

The Queen walked to the weirwood tree then sat down underneath it's leaves. She motioned for the princess to sit next to her. The princess did so.

"I know the answer to your question," the Queen said.

"You do," (y/n) replied.

The Queen nodded. "It was torn out by a spoiled, tempestuous..," the Queen began, the venom in her voice slowly fading as she stared up at the moon with a faraway look in her eyes. "...a free spirited and idealistic girl," she finished, her voice but a whisper.

Then the Queen closed her eyes and shook her head. When she opened them again she looked over at (y/n). (y/n) stared at the Queen with a small smile on her face.

There it was again. Something blooming in her chest.

"So it was torn out in love?" (y/n) asked.

The Queen let out a small laugh. "No, not love...something more naive."

"Hope?," (y/n) replied.

The Queen nodded. "Something like that."

"Your grace, I hope that my transgression today has not tainted any future invitation to dine with you."

(y/n) had looked forward to eating a meal with the Queen. She liked being around the Queen. In truth, she liked the feeling that radiated through her body when she earned a smile from the Queen.

"Were you anyone else, I would have said the offense was too great to forgive," the Queen said as she set the large book aside. The Queen turned to (y/n) and beamed at her. "But, seeing as how you were indisposed with such a captivating mystery I shall excuse the lapse in manners."

Without thinking (y/n) reached out for the Queen's hands. "Thank you your grace. I swear it will not happen again."

The Queen froze.

Princess (y/n) realized the impropriety of her action and quickly pulled her hands away. "Forgive me your grace I forgot myself," she pleaded and looked down at the ground, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. She had just earned the Queen's forgiveness for her lack of good breeding only to commit an impulsive foolish action. Surely the Queen would not forgive her a second time.

It was improper. It was thoughtless. It was all too quickly taken back.

Alicent felt the ghost of the princess' hands on her own.

Maybe it was because they were sitting underneath the weirwood tree. Maybe it was the memories of a happier time flooding her mind. Or maybe it was the ease with which (y/n) had reached out to touch her.

But Alicent found herself wanting to hold the princess' hands.

She watched as tears fell from the princess' face. This brought Alicent back to herself.

Alicent reached out and touched the princess' shoulder.

"It's alright princess," she said.

The princess looked back up at Alicent. "That was inappropriate of me your grace."

Alicent smiled. "You are young. You were led by the boldness of youth."

She noticed the princess' shoulders relax.

"You are too kind to me your grace," (y/n) confessed.

"I am kind with too few these days," Alicent replied, a bit embarrassed at how true it was.

The princess smiled. "Then I am even more fortunate that you have blessed me with so much of it."

This time when something bloomed in Alicent's chest she realized what it was. It was something she had not felt in decades. It was something that made a chill run down her spine.

More importantly, it was something she would do anything to keep feeling.

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writtenrouge · 2 years

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Helaena Targaryen ramble (maybe this could count as drabble idk though, I’m just typing out daydreams here lol)

Being betrothed to/marrying Aemond but becoming very close “friends” with Helaena.

Okay so, the latest daydream that’s been plaguing my mind:

After being picked for a rather rushed marriage purely of convenience to prince Aemond you became fast “friends” with his sister Helaena, to the vast majority of people with importance to the Targaryen family it’s either paid no mind to or thought of as great since Helaena now has someone she’s bonded with + it has you staying out of Aemonds way which leaves them unable to connect the dots and realise you’re both far more than friends. You’d be viewed as having such a kind heart for letting Helaena show you bugs, for always intently listening as she shows you how to stitch and to even go as far as letting her spend hours in your chambers to help you get your stitching just right, nobody would even notice that your embroidery hadn’t been touched at all.

The glances you’d share across the dinner table would lead to rather condescending laughs from Aegon as he’d regard the looks as those of two gal pals who just couldn’t keep control of their dire urge to gossip at bay, maybe Aemond would chime in and snicker at the comment thus making him miss the raised eyebrow and slight smirk Helaena throws your way, they really do have no idea who has the upper hand in this situation do they?

Of course Aemond and Aegon eventually pick up on the closeness but I don’t think they’d catch on to your antics, like I said before they believe you’re both just two silly girls wrapped up in nonsense, it is funny though how blatantly unaware they are. Again they joke and tease constantly, too engrossed in their own egos, they think they’re both above whatever it is that Helaena and you do in the hours yous spend alone together. “ladies stuff” yes that’s what they call it, that’s what they reply with when guards, their mother or other company ask of you both, you’re both just wasting time too caught up in “womens buisness” so whenever you’re scolded by Aemond for not being there waiting for him after he’d taken vhagar out on or ride, or whenever Helaena is berated for turning up late to whatever a drunken Aegon decided he needed her there for yous both try to speak the same tight lipped apology of “sorry dear husband I lost track of time with-” but a chuckle from Aemond would cut you off and a scoff from Aegon would halt Helaena. Aemond would throw an arm around you while shaking his head and maybe going as far as kissing the top of yours “oh sweet wife” he’d reply laughing in mock as he walked the two of you back inside, Aegon’s response would be less kinder probably uttering some telling of with an “of course” worded in their as he liked to think he knew the world before having Helaena scurrying to wherever he wanted her. Both responses vastly different but both boys still left thinking they had but two simpleminded wives, both boys still non the wiser.

If anyone did figure it out though I think it’d be Alicent however I don’t really think she’d care, I mean no bastards can come from it, it keeps yous both out of the way and Aemond and Aegon still don’t have the slightest inkling about it! Plus she said it best herself, these Targaryens do have queer customs🤭 I’m not saying she’d be encouraging of it just that if she found out she wouldn’t feel the need to put a stop to it as long as yous could keep it on the dl.

Okay now enough of them back to you and Helaena!! <33

So funnily enough it’d be after you and Aemond went from betrothed to married that yous two would become close, I’m gonna be cheesy and say she ever so heroically saved you from a spider that had gotten into your chambers🤭 it was nighttime, you were alone brushing your hair when you first spotted it, not particularly massive but still a spider so that scared you anyway. You knew you’d look a fool if you sought out your husband to get rid of it so you decided your best option was to go find a jug and then either squash it or trap it, whichever you could faster. And then that’s when you bumped into Helaena!! What she was doing out of her chambers at this time you didn’t know, maybe it was nothing or maybe the bug that ended up in your room belonged to her and she was frantically trying to find it, either way after explaining your situation to her (because she wouldn’t let you wander past her without explaining why you looked so shaken up) she offered her help! On the way back to your chambers she started to passionately ramble about the little creature in your room, this made you realise why she recoiled moments before when you told her of your trapping and or squashing plan. After Helaena had successfully scooped up the spider and let it crawl out of the window you hugged her in gratitude and Helaena couldn’t remember a time she’d ever been enveloped in such happiness. With your arms wrapped around her neck, the side of your head pressed into her chest she let her arms wrap around your waist, fastly welcoming something she didn’t know how much she needed. When you finally pulled away from her various sentences about needing to repay her came falling out of your mouth and with Helaena clinging on to the happiness you brought with all her might, all she asked from your was your company.

So the next day you made your way to Helaena’s chambers that were thankfully without the presence of Aegon, armed with a willing pair of ears ready and a hairbrush ready to braid Helaena’s hair in thanks as she told you exactly why spiders are nice beings that you shouldn’t be afraid of, of course you listened to every word and while your fear didn’t fault her you didn’t judge her love for the bugs either. I reckon in the days after this interaction the idea of planting bugs in your chambers crossed Helaena’s mind many times, I think she’d toy with the idea constantly just because she knew she’d be the one you’d seek out but ultimately she’d decide against it, too afraid of accidentally losing you if you found out about her doings and thought she was acting that way to be mean.

After awhile though the two of you became inseparable, wherever you went Helaena went and wherever she went you went! You both just liked each other’s presence. Not to go back on my word and bring up the boys again but dare I say that this would make Aemond jealous?👀 after one too many times of you and Helaena walking into a family dinner together Aemond “made the request” to you (sternly told you) that he should be the one to walk you to dinner as it was his right as your husband, you thought it was funny that this little thing annoyed him so much and Helaena definitely played up to his reaction. Reaching over and squeezing your hand as a hello as you sat down across from her at the dinner table, maybe even coming over to hug round your shoulders if she felt the need for it and she would absolutely kick at your feet under the table to get your attention.

Anyways sorry back to Helaena fr this time.

When did yous realise that there’s more to your relationship than just friends? Well I can’t give you a timeline date but yous both realising that there was more to your hugs, glances and hand holding than just friendly flattery would’ve brought it on. It was a very sweet realisation, it was the time the two of you realised that there was in fact real love and “meant to be’s” in this world and not just political marriages.

So yes you did have a kind heart and your kind heart belonged to Helaena <3

#idc if any of this is unrealistic let a girl live!!#maybe one day I’ll write it into a proper imagine and not just a ramble #god I hope everything is spelled right #helaena targaryen #helaena targaryen x reader #hotd #hotd fanfic #house of the dragon #Idk how to write lol

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