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misguidedasgardian · 2 years

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Vhaelar

A "White Dragon" One-shot

MASTERLIST

How the bond between rider and dragon happened

Pairing: None. this is between Rhaenryra, Syrax, Daemon, Caraces, Reader and Vhaelar

Warnings: Underage girls sneaking around and traveling to another continent to find a dragon, children neglect, dragon rides, general mayhem, inaccurate bonding and ASOIAF places and stories.

Notes: It’s me again, rambling. Not Daemon trying to convince Viserys to pack theirs bags and go in a boys only vacation in Essos 😂😂😂

This happens quick and easy… a short story.

Year: 109 AC, Rhaenyra is 14, Reader is 12

“And why would I care about a dragon terrorizing another continent?” King Viserys was upset, mad, at his brother, that after failing at his attempt of making him master of coin, had taken a sabbatical year away in Essos, and just got back, talking about issues that should not concern the crown of Westeros.

“Is huge, brother”, he continued, “riderless, a chaotic beast, they say he is white, you can’t spot him until it’s too late, mixing amongst the clouds, he is burning cities to the ground”

“And what would you have me do? uh?” he said back, a mocking smile

“Brother Balerion is dead, let’s take to Pentos, where the beast is, bond him, claim him” he continued, “they say he is to be as large as Vermithor, late king Jahaerys’ dragon”, Viserys looked at his brother like he was analizing him, “It had been terrorizing the free cities for years, no scorpion can get him” he encouraged, but stopped when he saw his brother’s mocking grin

“My riding days are over Daemon”

“How do you expect to be a dragon King, with no dragon?” he said then, getting angry

“You want him so bad? go claim him yourself” he continued with a laugh, but Daemon growled in frustration

“I have Caraxes”

“And Essos has that beast, take him down if it means so much to you” Daemon stormed out of the room of the small council, frustrated with his brother. King Jhaerys was known to be a good and benevolent King, but rode one of the most ferocious dragon westeros had ever seen. Vermithor, the bronze beast. How did his brother expect to rule without a dragon? a dragonless Targaryen sat ill in Daemon’s mind.

What he didn't know at the moment, is that even though he was in the small council meeting chamber, two little princess were there as well, hearing the conversation from a place he himself used to use to spy

If his brother was not going to tame the animal, perhaps he could take care of him, Caraxes, trained in battle, could defeat it, the free cities, if ridden of the beast, will pay him handsomely for the service.

So at the break of dawn, with his dark dragon armor on, and with Dark Sister in its sheath, he walked the streets of King’s Landing towards the Dragonpit, where Craxes rested.

The journey to cross the narrow sea took him half of the day, they didn’t call it the narrow sea for nothing… He reached Pentos near noon. He couldn’t shake the feel that he was being followed, but he then thought it was idiotic, who could be following him on dragonback?

According to farmers at the outside of Pentos, that the “white demon” has taken the lake, the main supply of Pento’s water for itself

So that’s where he went.

You knew it was incredible dangerous borderline idiotic what you were doing, but Rhaenyra even encourage you to do it, and seeing her so willing to jump to her Dragon’s back and flying far to Pentos, made you think you could pull it off as well, and also… Your dear uncle Daemon was going to be there too, he didn’t know it, but you guessed that if you needed something he could help you.

A dragon in the wild was a strange occurrence, so you, a believer of fate and tales and premonitions, you knew it had to mean something… it couldn’t de a coincidence

Daemon watched the dragon drinking water from a large lake. His scales, as described, were white that shone with the sunlight making them seem silvery. It was a horned creature, both main coronating her head, with small ones that started behind her eyes and towards her head. They were gray and black. but her long tail… the color of the inside of her wings and the top of her tail seemed like an icy blue. She had teeth as large as swords, he knew because she yawned. And golden eyes that seemed to dazzle their enemy, or their prey

It was a beautiful creature

Wild, untamed, its instincts, he guessed, were those of a hunter. It was whole, no signs of scratches, or bites, the horns on its head seemed complete, as its teeth. So it indeed terrorized the cities undefeated, no one ever to oppose it, no other dragon, nor other animal large enough for it. its size revealed to Daemon that it had lived for at least 50 years, but living alone in the wild had let it grow to a massive size.

Unbeknown to him, you were also watching the creature, a dune over. Landing with Syrax close to Craxes and not be spotted was a feat you didn’t even know how you accomplished

So Daemon’s plan to take the creature by surprise went to dragonshit, when Caraxes indeed spotted Syrax, its sharp growl, like that of a dolphin, called the attention of the massive dragon.

She raised her head, with her height she easily spotted the red wyrm, and recognizing him as a dragon, and an enemy, she growled in response. Both the golden and red dragon, facing the enormous creature.

The three dragons roared as one, and the unnamed dragon prepared to spit fire, gathering it in its mouth.

Daemon jumped from his hiding place, sliding down the sand dune towards the dragon, his hand in the air. The beast that was going to be known as Vhaelar looked down at him, stopping the fire to leave her snout.

“You are not like Vhagar are you?” the dragon growled, showing him his sharp teeth in warning, growling. “You are savage, chaotic, and still young”

The dragon didn’t like it, again preparing to burn the girl’s uncle to a crisp.

That’s when you decided you could let the dragon burn your uncle, not in your account. So you screamed, as your uncle you jumped from behind the remains of an old tree, and slid down the sand where she was. It’s menacing head turned towards you, showing you her teeth with a warning, seeing you and forgetting completely about Daemon. who, when he saw you and Rhaenyra still hiding behind the tree, didn’t say anything that made the situation worse. If anything, when he saw you, he smiled.

His brother was not going to tame the third largest dragon known… but you were going to.

You always wanted a dragon, you had tried and tried to make the egg they placed on your crib hatch, but it never happened, no matter how many fires you had put it under, or how many times Rhaenyra had made syrax breathe fire over it. It just didn't hatch, the egg that was black and blue layed on a beautiful golden stand in your chambers. As you tried and tried to bond with another dragon, you never could…. And now you understand why.

She belonged to you, you knew it, and she seemed to think so as well, since she looked down at you with her golden eyes and didn’t burn you as soon as she saw you. It was a sign…

But she roared at you loudly. The very sound shaking you to your core the breath from her mouth made you think you were truly going to die. You put your hand in front of you to protect you from it, but you knew you had to stand your ground, if not, you were going to lose

“Kelitis” you screamed, and the dragon, to your surprise, helted his movements, looking at you, its mouth opened, showing you her teeth in revelion. you heard Syrax and craxes growling, which distracted the dragon in front of you, making her growl loudly.

Seeing this, Daemon ran towards Caraxes to calm him down, if he screwed this up, you would be burned to death, you! his lovely and sweet niece would be lost to him. He commanded his dragon to calm, and the red wyrm lowered his head so he could touch it and calm him. He growled quietly, but calmed when the white dragon turned his attention to you and removed it from him.

Rhaenyra, following his uncle, did the same to Syrax, making her lower her head so she could caress it, calming her bonded mount.

When you had the attention of the dragon again, you tried the next command.

“Lykiri”, you said then, and the dragon shook its head, not wanting to obey you, but then she lowered her head until it rested in the sand. Right in front of you. It did growl in protest, but she didn’t move

He, or she, she, she was totally a she, you knew it, looked at you with her golden eyes, that, after blinking for a couple of seconds, opened again and looked at you in a less terrifying way. they seemed bigger, her pupil, when she looked at you again, enlarged, showing her fondness of you.. for now.

You walked slowly towards her, until a few feet separated you from the dragon. You stretched your arm in front of you, your palm open towards her, but didn’t touch her, instead you gave her another command

“Mazis” you tried, and she leaned in and she touched you, the scales of the front of his nose feeling so soft under your touch. So, making eye contact with her… you muttered the words, if she reacted poorly, she could burn you to a crisp, but if it didn’t…

“Dohaeras, Vhaelar”, you named her, you gave her the name you always dreamed to give your own dragon, it was time. She accommodated her wings on the ground and she lifted her head, showing you her chest as she looked into the skies. She roared, so loud it made the sand beneath you shake, the hills seemed to fly with the sound of her submission. And then, she released a fire column into the air, that you were certain could be seen for hundeath of miles in each direction.

Vhaelar looked down at you, lowering her head until she could be at your reach again.

She didn't have a mount, so you really didn’t know how you were planning to ride her, but she turned her head until she could see her own back. To complete the bond, you knew you had to fly on her back… so you did.

She lowered her right wing so you could climb more easily, and you did, her numerous scales, thick in her back, let you have a good grip on her. And she seemed to be made for you, as there was a palace on her back for its rider, no horns, no skewers, and there is where you sat. You grabbed onto her, and at the very same time you commanded her to fly, she opened her wings and raised her body from the ground.

“SOVES! AAAHHHHH!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, but you giggled when you felt vertigo inside your belly, the dragon flying.

This was different from flying with Nyra on Syrax as a copilot… this… was like you were flying yourself…

Vhaelar growled and spitted fire before you, and you watched as you left both dragons Syrax and Caraxes behind, getting smaller and smaller on the ground below you.

“Wooohooo!” you celebrated, as you felt the bond clicking in place, feeling like being as one with Vhaelar, feeling her movements as your own.

It was a magical feeling, especially when Caraxes flew above you and Syrax reached your side, Rhaenrya at your side looking at you with a huge smile on her face.

Yes, the punishment your father inflicted on the three of you was completely worth it. you were confined at the Red Keep for a fortnight under the heavy instruction of the Septas before you could see your dragon again, but it had been completely worth it, now seeing the former “white demon” fly over the cliffs near Kingslanding.

Notes: Yes Vhaelar is the one mentioned in "White Shadow" 😂😂 Poor thing terrorized Slaver's Bay for a solid 6 extra years

Some Valyrian dragon lingo according to the internet...

Kelitis: stop

Lykiri: calm

Mazis: come

Dohaeras: Serve

Soves: fly

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animatorweirdo · 2 years

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When the dragons fly

(Before anyone ask, yes I this is a middle earth x Targaryen crossover idea. This particular idea didn’t leave my mind so I’m just gonna leave this here and hope you enjoy)

Warnings: Mentions of war, death, violence, incest, dead family members and scheming evil family members, suggestive moment, angst, near death experience.

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You sometimes wonder what would have happened if you had chosen to act differently back then.

You never wanted any part in the power play or sought to become the next heir to the iron throne. It meant nothing to you.

You were a woman and only a half-blooded Targaryen, so you barely had any right to that throne. You became something else when you accepted the offer to become a prodigy for war.

You trained with the sword, practiced war, and even joined several battles in the name of your house. You became good at it, so you gained a place as a commander.

It was all thanks to your bond with your dragon, Baleria.

She was a mighty dragon with scales and plating like she had been armored for war since birth. Nothing had yet been able to pierce her or make her bleed. She was an armored steed with dark-colored scales, making her a nightmare to face during the moonless nights.

You once heard other people say she was like Balerion reborn as she-dragon.

However, she used to be an aggressive beast. She accepted no one as her rider. She has even killed those who had tried to tame her until she met you.

You were only a naive child back then, with no sense of danger or fear as you wandered into the dragon’s keep and found her. She was a sight to behold, towering over you like a mountain with eyes like sapphire. Her crumbles shook the earth, but you did not fear her.

You only smiled and reached out to pet her, and the dragon gradually accepted the invitation allowing your small hands the grace her snout.

It was like love at first sight, and you could not help but go secretly see her whenever you had the chance. You two would sometimes play games, and sometimes you would sleep snuggled beside her as her warm scales kept you warm during the nights. That’s how your bond only grew.

You got caught when your parents saw you ride on her back, laughing in excitement.

Your other relatives didn’t consider you a pure Targaryen, so you never received a dragon egg when you were born. However, the king, your uncle, noticed the bond you shared with Baleria, so he allowed you to keep her as she had clearly chosen you as her rider.

It was one of the happiest days of your life. You broke courtesy rules to hug your uncle with excitement, thanking him thousand times. Your uncle didn’t mind the act, but your parents scolded you for it anyway.

You thought you would have a peaceful life with Baleria, but since she was well suited for war and battles and would not allow anyone else to ride her. Your father persuaded you to become a soldier. He told you how you would gain special privileges from your uncle and be free to do anything like all the boys. You would make him proud and bring honor to your family’s name.

Like a naive child who wanted to make their father proud. You accepted the offer.

You trained hard with the sword and various types of weapons. You learned to fly with Baleria like one. You grew up ready for war.

You thought you would fight for the name of your house, and you did for the time being.

But when you fought more and more battles, fighting rebels and enemies of the kingdom. You started to grow weary and exhausted when the fighting reached those not inflicted or involved in the war.

You had privileges like your father promised, but you began seeing things differently and wished for a peaceful life.

Your uncle kept you in high regard and rewarded your contribution and loyalty to the throne. You even gained some recognition from the other Targaryen families. However, you actively tried to avoid meeting with your other relatives. You did not feel safe or comfortable whenever you entered the halls and heard whispers behind your back. You preferred the safety of your home, away from the capital and your other family members.

Things changed when your father perished during a battle with his dragon.

Your mother got struck with grief. You tried to be there for her as much as possible and grieve with her. It was hard to show your emotions because you knew one day he might die and that you grew up detached from unnecessary emotions. He always told you feelings were dangerous on the battlefield, so it was like a silent order you had followed all your life even when he was now gone.

His death did strike you in the heart since he had been your supporting pillar all your life, so you did manage to shed tears at his funeral as the flames finally released him from his mortal body.

You tried to support your mother as your father did, being her pillar and shield from the harsh world, but you couldn't handle it anymore when your mother and uncle decided to get together.

Your uncle said he wanted to comfort her, and they grew a connection. He tried to reason that she wouldn't have to be alone when you weren’t there. Still, you grew angry and avoided talking to both of them, dedicating all your time to the army and eradicating the enemies.

Incest was nothing new to the house of the Targaryen. It was their way of preserving pure blood. But having your mother and uncle marry did not sit well for you, not after your father’s death. It felt like a betrayal to you and your father.

You did not attend the wedding despite the invitations your mother and new stepfather kept sending you. Your heart had clouded with pride and bitterness, so you did not go to celebrate the new union.

You barely talked to your mother. You only spoke when you delivered the reports, avoiding casual or familial talks between her and your uncle, who you did not accept as your new father figure.

You came to regret it when you heard your mother had died during childbirth. You didn’t prepare to hear such news, so her death came as a shock, and regret soon followed, making you consider how selfish you had been during the silence between you and her.

You came to join your mother’s funeral and meet your new brother.

You did not know what to think when you stood at the crib, looking down upon the infant wrapped in soft red blankets.

Aelon. Your sweet little half-brother. He shared the blond hair and the magnetic purple eyes of a Targaryen. You two almost looked nothing alike, yet he shared that innocent smile when he looked at you like he knew you were family.

Something woke within you as you looked into those purple eyes. You held Aelon in your arms since your mother wasn’t there anymore, trying to share that warmth of a family with him.

Half-brother or not. You could not bring yourself to despise him. The world was harsh, so you wanted to keep him safe in your arms, warm and loved, promising to protect him forever.

You felt even eager that one day he would fly with you to the sky as he had received a dragon egg of his own. A privilege you didn’t receive in the beginning.

But, your happiness did not last long as your uncle or stepfather declared Aelon the heir to the iron throne.

You were filled with dread and fear by the news. Aelon was a half Targaryen, like you, so you feared the other branch families would not accept him as the heir because of it. You stood corrected as they disapproved of the idea.

But they were the least of your problems. You were more worried about the king’s daughter, your cousin.

She was declared the heir to the iron throne, but now that your uncle finally had a son. He had pushed her to the side as your brother was now the rightful heir to the throne.

You had interacted with your cousin and considered your ties with her neutral as you did not hate or love each other, but now you felt threatened by how she looked at you and Aelon. It was a look you could recognize anywhere. It was a look of silent anger and willingness to kill.

You tried to beg your uncle to reconsider picking Aelon as the heir to the iron throne. You knew he would not be safe as long he had an iron throne marked on his back. It was technically a death sentence for him as he was still an infant.

You tried to persuade him to pick his daughter as his heir again, putting good words for how capable and talented she was, a perfect heir for the throne.

You tried to share your concerns, but your uncle only assured you everything would be alright and your cousin would understand. A male heir was a tradition, after all.

That’s when you knew Aelon was no longer safe.

What you knew about your cousin was that she sought to change the traditions and embrace a new era when she became the queen. It was an honorable ambition, but since she got pushed to the side for the sake of tradition. Deep down, you knew she would not take it kindly.

Anyone can hide their true intentions with a smile and a claim of understanding.

Aelon was only an infant, barely a few weeks old. The other Targaryen families will not accept a half-blooded heir, and your cousin will try to reclaim her rights to the throne. It had already begun.

For Aelon to have a life without fear and a target on his back – you decided to do the unthinkable.

You made the preparations quickly as you could not keep Aelon out of your sight. It was to protect him.

In the middle of the night, when the moon hid behind the clouds, you took Aelon and his dragon egg and secretly took him away from the capital.

You flew away on Baleria as her dark scales camouflaged with the darkness. You were nervous. It was almost a surprise since you had not felt anxiety in a long time. Not even in the most violent battles. You thanked god for allowing you to leave unseen by the guards – flying away into the night.

You knew you needed a place to hide and live, far away from the seven kingdoms and the meaningless game for the throne – Somewhere with no Targaryens, no iron throne, no Westeros.

And you knew only one person who could help you find that place.

The wind whipped around your face as you observed the horizon. Your heart was loudly drumming against your chest. You held on to the reigns of the saddle and the soft bundle against your chest.

A house hidden behind a mountain and a mass of trees appeared in your vision. You felt relief for a moment, then clicked your heels to order your steed to land. The dragon beneath you crumbled before diving toward the house.

You walked up to the house and stood in front of the door. You started banging your hand against the wooden door.

“Alessandra!” You called out as you kept knocking on the door with loud banging.

You stopped violently knocking when a little window on the upper part of the door opened, and a pair of eyes looked at you with an unimpressed glare. They softened when they saw it was you.

“So, what do I owe this surprise visit in the middle of the night?” The woman questioned after letting you inside the house. “This seems a bit unusual behavior from you, commander,” She said with a smile. “I need your help,” You stated. “I need a way out of Westeros. Do you know a place where I can go?” You questioned. Alessandra looked confused until she heard a soft cry from the bundle in your arms. You hushed – softly rocking the little babe in your arms.

“Oh –” Her face turned into a one of surprise. “I see, you’re on the run,” She grinned at the realization. “Tell me. What did the great commander (Name) Targaryen do to go on the run?” She questioned with her arms crossed. “I’m running away,” You explained. “And I presume the little one in your arms is the heir to the iron throne,” Alessandra said as she uncovered Aelon’s face from the soft blanket. “Oh, (Name), you naughty girl,” She shook her head in amusement.

You stepped back, holding Aelon away from her reach. He softly whined as you held him protectively against your chest, glaring at the woman before you.

“Spare me the teasing,” You started with an annoyed tone. “I came here because I need your help, the debt you owe me,” You said.

“Of course, no need to get so defensive big sister,” Alessandra stepped away, hands raised in a teasing surrender. “ And I have not forgotten the debt I owe you for saving me from those soldiers and the fire pit that would have been my funeral,” She said.

“About your request, though. You want to go where exactly?” She questioned. “Somewhere we would not be found, somewhere with no seven kingdoms or Targaryens,” You explained. The woman chuckled. “Well, that is one big wish. The only place you can find something like that is outside of this world and become nonexistent,” She explained. “I guess I can understand the need to find such a place. There is no such place in Westeros or people who isn’t familiar with the name of Targaryen,” She added. “Please,” You said, looking at her with hope and desperation.

Alessandra looked into your eyes, sensing your conflicted emotions and the need to protect the child in your arms.

She sighed. “There is one place you could do, but be warned. It is a dangerous place, especially not suited for a baby out of all people,” She said, collecting something from a shelf.

She opened a scroll and laid out a map upon the table. She pushed her finger against a specific spot on the map, and it was a line between land and the sea. You noticed red markings, so whatever the place was. It was dangerous.

“This place is known as the sea devil’s wall since every ship that had taken a route there ended up mashed against the wall of the land, sparing no one from the gruesome fate. Thus the reason why it’s forbidden the sail there,” Alessandra explained. “But! It’s also known as the edge of the world because of the wall of clouds,” She said. You frowned in confusion when you heard that term.

“It has never cleared out over the ages, and no one knows what’s behind it because no one has ever returned to tell about it,” She explained. “Some say it’s a pathway to hell, to the edge of the world where your ship will fall into oblivion, and interestingly some say it's a path to another world,” She said, clarifying the last part. ��A path to another world?” You questioned. She nodded as you thought about the idea for a moment.

“What do you think? Which one is it?” You asked. “I don’t know, that’s the thing,” Alessandra shrugged her shoulders. “I could go try my luck, but I was planning to see the tomorrow and appreciate the air we breathe and the land beneath our feet,” She said.

“If it’s leaving this world behind you seek, this place is your best chance. I do not recommend it, though. There is nothing but rumors about what lies behind the clouds, so it’s technically a suicide. Are you certain you want to go there for the sake of your brother?” Alessandra asked, stepping beside you. “The chances you will die upon the first steps are still high even with the power of a dragon by your side,” She said. “I will still die if I stay too. I might face an even more gruesome death if I stayed,” You explained.

“True. You did kidnap the crown prince and ran away, abandoning everything you have ever known,” Alessandra said.

“Who knows what your fellow Targaryens will do If they caught you? You’ll be thrown into the dungeons, tortured, or executed for treason. The dear prince will be kept safe in the chambers and eventually die for unknown reasons, and the princess shall be the heir again, such a cruel family you have,” She chuckled.

“Not that they would care if they caught you or not. On the contrary, this would be a fantastic opportunity to have you and the half-blooded prince out of their way for the throne,” She added.

“The only value you have is your dragon and the egg you carry,” She said, glancing at the egg lying beside the babe in your arms.

“Which is why I want to leave everything behind,” You stated.

“Yes. I can see you have decided on your next course of action. It’s a shame. I liked your company. I have been with several men in my life, but a strong woman like you would be the true loss of the century,” She said, gently tracing her finger from your shoulder to your chest. “So, how about it? How about spending the night with me since this is going to be the last time we see each other?” She smiled, showing off her cleavage and body since she wore a silky dress that showed her bare skin. You could see the temptation in her eyes that would have made any man fall for her seductive charm.

“Generous offer, but I’m afraid we don’t have the time. People should be searching for us by now. I would hate it if you got pulled into this as well,” You said. “Hmm. I always liked that about you. You’re always so considerate behind that cold mask of yours,” She said, touching your face. She leaned closer and pushed her lips against yours for a short kiss. You stood there, allowing her to do it since this was the last time you were going to see her.

Alessandra pulled away and then cooed at Aelon for a moment. “Let me give you and the little one at least something to bite when you get there. You should have one last meal before plunging toward your death. I heard it would be less pleasant with an empty stomach,” She said, approaching the kitchen.

“I hope you consider this carefully. You might die if you fly into the sea of clouds, so I hope you’re certain this is what is best for you and the little one. And good luck, it was nice knowing you,” Alessandra’s voice faded into the wind as you gazed into the wall of thick clouds that loomed over the unknown sea.

The waves loudly struck against the massive stone wall of the cliff, raining upon the shipwrecks that decorated the rocky shores. You now understood why it was called the sea devil’s wall. It was a graveyard for those who lost their lives as their bones still rested on the dim shores, slowly eroding by the seawater. You concluded some of the sailors who ever ventured to the sea devil’s wall survived the aggressive waves, but as there was no way out of the rocky shore, they slowly died of the cold and hunger. There was no shortcut to the land, and the wall was too enormous and rugged for climbing. They died alone, forgotten, and lost to the sea.

Will you face the same fate if you flew into the sea of clouds?

Aelon whined, moving around on your lap as you sat close to the dimming fire. It had crackled all night after you settled down for a camp. It was now nothing, but ash and flickers of amber as sunlight slowly rose on the horizon.

Aelon babbled as you tried to feed him a spoonful of smashed apples mixed with honey. He behaved well and allowed you to push the little spoon into his mouth. You were gentle as you did not accidentally shove it too deep and make him choke on his food. He smacked his lips and then tried to grab the spoon with his tiny hands as you pulled it away. He whined, wanting more of the sweet delight. You smiled, feeling comforted by the eagerness for sweets. It almost reminded you of your childhood when you tried to steal freshly baked cookies from the kitchen.

If only this wasn't your last supper.

You had your share of the food Alessandra had given you and Aelon. Freshly made bread with butter, fruits, and some juice to quench your thirst. You had let Baleria go hunt and have her last meal from whatever she managed to catch from the forest behind you.

You glanced at the misty wall, which loomed over the sea. Allesandra was right. You were dooming yourself and Aelon for the sake of something new, somewhere dangerous and no return. But what other could you have done, live in fear and try to protect Aelon from your murderous family, hoping everything will turn out right in the end as your uncle said?

You glanced down upon Aelon.

“I’m sorry,” You started. “I was afraid, and now we both might die because of me,” Your eyes began to glassy with tears. “But if we survive, you could be free and grow up as a free boy,” You said, gently grazing his face with your finger. Aelon mumbled as he looked up at you with an innocent look.

You sniffed, drying your eyes from the tears. “If we don’t survive this journey. You can have both Baleria and your dragon in the next life,” You tried to smile. He giggled after that, which brought little warmth to your heart.

You heard the wing beats of Baleria as she returned from her hunt. You watched as your giant dragon companion landed near the camp with a loud thump, crumbling and shaking her head. The thick plating upon her skin sounded like rocks brushing together. You stood up, making your way over to her in a slow manner.

“Are you ready to go?” You asked while patting her rough-scaled neck. She puffed her nostrils and then lowered herself for you to climb on her back. You looked at her with a saddened look. “I’m sorry it came to this,” You said. “This might be our last flight together,” You added as you patted her more. Baleria let out a soft whine and looked at you with comforting eyes. There was no hate in her eyes, only comfort, and trust. You smiled at her, taking a deep breath before climbing upon her back.

After you took a seat upon the saddle, Baleria stood up and turned toward the horizon, toward the mysterious sea of clouds. She walked over to the cliff, where the sea and the graveyard waited before you. You glanced down for a moment before turning your gaze toward Aelon. He looked at you with innocent eyes, softly biting on his fingers.

“I’m sorry, but this ride might get a bit bumpy,” You looked down upon him. Aelon giggled and looked at you with adoration. It was like he was telling you that he trusted you.

You sucked your breath and looked toward the sea of clouds, holding on to the saddle tightly before giving out the order. “Fly,” You said.

Baleria crumbled, raising her wings and leaping into the air from the cliff. She shrieked, bringing her wings down to fly higher toward the sky, the wind brushing against your face as she flew toward your possible death.

Your heart thumbed against your chest as the misty clouds came closer and closer. You closed your eyes, covering Aelon with your body as Baleria finally flew into the sea of clouds.

It was all calm at first.

Baleria flew forward as you ventured deeper into the misty world of clouds. You looked around but couldn’t see anything. It was eerily quiet as well. You didn’t hear anything else than Baleria’s wings cutting through the air. You felt anxious as you didn’t even feel the wind anymore. It had vanished when you entered.

Your ears picked up voices, humming like people singing a tone of some sort. It did not sound pleasant. It sounded menacing. And before you even knew it, a bolt of lightning appeared out of nowhere.

You gasped, holding on to the saddle with dear life as Baleria roared in a startle and tried to avoid getting struck by lightning.

The clouds became darker and darker, water began to rain down, and the world around you became the most violent thunderstorm you had ever seen with your eyes. The bolts of lighting came from every direction. It was like the gods themselves were trying to strike you down.

Aelon cried, frightened by thunder. You held on tight as Baleria tried her best to maneuver around the lighting and the storm. You could feel her anxiety and frantic movement as she struggled to continue and not fly toward the ground since it was usually dangerous to fly in the sky during a thunderstorm. You would tell her to do so if you knew what was waiting beneath you. You didn’t want to risk flying into the sea or possibly nothing.

You heard the voices become louder. It was like a terrible song of power and thunder as you flew across the stormy sky.

A bolt of lightning flashed before your eyes, blinding you and making you lose hold of the saddle. You got tossed out of the saddle when Baleria got scraped by the lightning.

“Baleria!” You screamed as you were now falling through the darkened clouds.

Baleria screamed when she noticed you had fallen off. She dived down to reach you, but because of the clouds. She soon lost sight of you. She looked around frantically, calling you in frightened and worried screams.

You held Aelon tightly against your chest as you two fell through the air. He cried harder than before as you both fell toward your inevitable death. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” You apologized in tears and prayed to all the gods who might listen in a false hope they might take you but spare Aelon from the gruesome fate.

The clouds cleared out, and you saw the sea coming toward you. You would have felt hope if you weren’t falling fast and from the highest point of the sky. You knew you would die when you hit the water, and Aelon will drown. You made your last prayer and gave Aelon one last affectionate kiss on his tiny forehead as you accepted your fate.

Baleria’s roar broke you out of your thoughts, and you saw her dive through the clouds toward you. You felt hope when see her getting closer and closer.

You maneuvered your body around as Baleria dived under you. You held your hand toward the reign of the saddle, and when you managed to grab it. Baleria broke your fall and flew over the sea. The speed she flew with was uncontrollable, so she slowly descended toward the sea, and you braced for impact.

Baleria glides above the waves, landing like a seabird but less graceful as water flies everywhere, and the force made you stumble against the saddle when she finally came to an abrupt stop. She kept her wings spread, keeping herself up as she floated above the surface.

You took deep breaths and tried to soothe Aelon as he kept crying. You checked if he and his egg were alright, and to your relief, no harm on both of them. “We’re okay,” You hugged Aelon. “We’re okay,” You hugged him tightly, afraid to let go of him. “We’re okay,” You whispered in a quivering voice as tears began to form in your eyes.

You then noticed blood flowing out of Baleria. She had a deep hole in her plating above her shoulder, cracked and slightly burned. “Baleria, are you hurting?” You asked in a worried tone. The dragon looked at you and snorted, making you laugh as she didn’t even look fazed by the wound.

You laughed in relief and cried.

The Baleria whined as you continued to cry. “We’re okay,” You said, patting her neck, avoiding her wound. She purred in response.

You then noticed the stars and the moon in the sky. It was odd since it was dawn when you left, and the stars looked slightly different. It did not matter because they were beautiful, and you saw land in the distance. It did not look like any place in Westeros, so you felt hopeful for what you will find.

“We’re okay,” You smiled, slumping over the saddle with relief. You kept your arms around your family as you floated above the mysterious sea.

One thing is for sure, whatever you would have done differently. You did not regret taking the risk and finding your new home in a place they called Middle earth.

#silmarillion x reader #targaryen reader #dragons #lotr x reader #middle earth x reader #various x reader #silmarillion #tolkien #silm fic #middle earth #silmarillion fanfiction #reader insert

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grandlovescheme · 1 year

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MY DAEMON/RHAENYRA FICS ON AO3

❤️Multi-chapter fics:

- Every Bait and Switch Was a Work of Art

Modern AU, work in progress, rating E

Secret agents Daemon and Rhaenyra stand on opposite sides. They don’t even know each other’s names. They should want the other dead… and most of the time, they do. But that's part of the fun.

- Take Me With You, Together Let’s Bloom

Modern AU with a touch of magic, completed work, 22K words, rating E

When Rhaenyra found a stranger looking at her from her mirror, she never expected to fall for him...

- Izulī Ampā Perzī Prūmī Lanti Sēteksi

Canon Divergence, work in progress, no rating so far - work currently on hiatus

Despite the court whispering otherwise, there was not much Daemon could be envious of when it came to his brother. He hadn't been envious when he claimed Balerion, the largest of all the Targaryen dragons since Aegon's Conquest. Not when he was chosen as their grandfather's heir. And not even when he ascended the Iron Throne, becoming King. The one and only time Daemon was envious, was jealous of his brother… was when Viserys married their sister… … or, all Daemon wants in life is his twin sister… until everything changes with the birth of his niece Rhaenyra.

- There's Just Something About Older Men

Modern AU, work in progress, rating E

Rhaenyra enjoys her twenties, content never seeing her hookups again after the night they spend together. This time, though, this one older man, she just can't get him out of her head... And when they run into each other again, it almost feels like fate. Is this just the alure of an experienced, older man... or is there something deeper between them?

- You're Ripped at Every Edge (But You're a Masterpiece)

Modern AU, completed work, 143K words, rating M

Her days are filled with ballet classes, he spends his nights in an underground fighting ring. She's a good girl who never asked anything for herself, he's a bad boy with a pain kink who can't wait to show his niece what living is truly about...

- If I Could, I'd Get You the Moon

Modern siblings AU, completed work, 72K words, rating E - check the tags!!!

She knew her brother would do anything for her. Give her anything. But what if the thing she wanted the most... was him?

- The Dominoes Cascaded In A Line

Modern AU, completed work, 34K words, rating E

Rhaenyra was just shy of 22 when her whole life changed with the arrival of her son. Jace was unexpected, unplanned, but immediatey became the love of her life. Now, she takes care of the baby, she takes care of the man-child she's supposed to be co-parenting with, she takes care of the house... but who will take care of her?

- High Hopes

Modern AU, completed work, 60K words, rating E

Rhaenyra decides that she cannot go through with this. As she runs away from her own wedding, there is only one person she can call. The only person not currenty waiting for her to walk down the aisle. The only person not invited. Her father's younger brother that no one was ever allowed to talk about. The uncle she hadn't seen in years.

- Our Violent Ends

Modern Vampire!AU, completed work, 27.5K words, rating E

He loved her too much to lose her. He chose for her. Now... he has to deal with an eternity of hatred.

- Let's Ignite Under the Ember Skies

Modern AU, completed work, 26.5K words, rating M

It's been a while since Rhaenyra realized her feelings for her uncle are more than is usual. More than is... proper. After avoiding ever being alone with him, after dodging his every call... she decides enough is enough. She needs to find out if her burning passion and intense longing is reciprocated.

❤️One/Two shots:

Queen of Hearts

Fairytale inspired AU with magic, 6.2K words, rating M

Her Grace Rhaenyra Targaryen has a unique way of dealing with her enemies. Her Huntsman is all too pleased to assist her. But what will she do when she is no longer sure he can be trusted?

Beauty and the Beast

AU with a paranormal twist, outsider POV, 2.7K words, rating M

He's been stumbling through the woods for hours. Exhausted, hungry and achy, he finally finds a house in the darkness. He's so grateful to stay the night… Though there is something strange about the couple living in the cottage…

Strange What Desire Makes Foolish People Do

Modern AU, 3K words, dark - rating M

Rhaenyra always knew her and Daemon belong together. And if he doesn't seem to agree just yet... she'll have to help it a little.

Sweet Dreams

Modern AU, 3K words, rating M

Daemon has an ASMR Youtube channel called Bedtime Stories With Uncle Daemon where he reads erotica to his subscribers. Rhaenyra can't fall asleep without it.

All and Then Most of You, Some and Now None of You

Modern AU, 5K words, rating M, no happy ending

All Rhaenyra ever wanted was to get out of her sleepy hometown and make it big as an actress. All Daemon ever wanted was to take care of the family legacy. Their love remained strong despite their dreams keeping them apart... Until their love was not enough anymore.

If You’ve Bled, I Bleed the Same

Modern AU, 3.6K words, rating E

After Rhaenyra's place in the family business is usurped, her life is constantly in danger. Daemon makes sure her enemies are slowly taken care of... and more importantly, she is.

Run, Little Doll, Run

Modern AU, 2.5K words, rating E

Married Daemyra role-playing. Hitchhiker, consensual non-con fun in the woods while the kids are with their grandfather...

One for the Money, Two for the Show

Modern AU, 4.5K words, rating M

Ever since Rhaenyra was a child, Daemon took advantage of her cuteness to win over ladies. She was his best wingwoman, and she never minded... Until she got older, and realized she wanted her uncle for herself.

Prisoner of Pleasure

Modern AU, PWP, 2.2K words, rating E

Married Daemyra role-playing. Wanting to be the one in charge for once, Rhaenyra is the warden, having her way with a wayward prisoner...

The Heat of Your Electric Touch

Modern AU, PWP - cockwarming, 1.7K words, rating E

Daemon and Rhaenyra go on a camping trip, and share a sleeping bag for warmth. They have to keep their hands to each other, but Rhaenyra needs a certain something to sleep better...

Practice Makes Perfect

Modern AU, PWP, 2.3K words, rating E

Married Daemon and Rhaenyra spice up their sex lives with role-playing... This time, as a student/teacher.

Always Only Him

Modern AU, PWP - non-consensual voyeurism, 2.2K words, rating E, response to a prompt in the SummerofDove2023 collection.

At a family function, Rhaenyra finds Uncle Daemon in her bed, masturbating to her things. She stays to watch him.

Evidence of Our Ancestors (Around My Throat)

Canon universe, married Daemyra, missing scene after episode 7, 2K words, rating E

Rhaenyra tried her best to find the necklace her uncle had given her, now that they were married, and its reminder was no longer a painful one. However, no matter how much she tried, she couldn't find it. To make it up to her new husband, she let him put a different kind of necklace on her...

Wife's Duty

Modern AU, PWP - breeding kink, 2.2K words, rating E

Rhaenyra's job is to give her husband an heir, yet another month rolls around and her stomach remains empty and flat, only tightening with period cramps. She's failed her duty again, and her husband doesn't intend to wait a single day to try again...

Fake It Till You Make It

Modern AU, fake dating, 6K words, rating E

Rhaenyra needs a date for a friend's wedding. Her uncle selflessly offers to be one. Except they'll need to pretend to be in love... What could go wrong? Or right?

Your Body in My Arms

Modern AU, PWP, 5K words, rating E

Daemon is only trying to make his niece feel better after a shitty day. He has no idea Rhaenyra has a plan of her own... a plan to finally get what she wants - her uncle.

Anywhere With You

Dark Modern!AU, 5.5K words, rating M

He doesn’t miss her when she’s gone; no, he's gutted and unable to focus on anything else. Does she feel the same when they're apart? He hopes not. He doesn't want her to suffer. Even if it's for him. He only wants to protect her… from any pain, any danger, she might face.

Husband Mine

Arranged Marriage/Victorian!AU, 5K words, rating E

Rhaenyra's marriage to Daemon hadn't been a love match. They barely knew each other, their age gap providing them little opportunities to connect. But as time went on, Rhaenyra fell in love with her husband... and she's determined to make him fall in love with her, too. Their marriage hadn't been a love match... but it would be.

Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Modern AU, 8.5K words, rating M

Rhaenyra hasn't seen her uncle in a year. Not since he broke her heart after the best night of her life. Now she must face him again, during the most magical time of the year. But she's not coming alone, and she's decided she won't let him make a fool out of her ever again...

Night After Night

Canon Divergence!AU, 2K words, rating M

Daemon taught Rhaenyra about the secret passageways during her childhood. Ever since she would come to his rooms when he visits to have one on one time with her beloved uncle. In childhood these meetings where innocent, them talking or him telling stories of his adventures, and with her falling asleep on his bed, only for him to carry her back to her own. However, she is now she is no longer a child.

Ask For Me

Canon Divergence!AU, 3K words, rating E

Daemon had dreamt of his niece more times than he can count. But this time... it feels different.

Games We Play

Canon Divergence!AU, 2K words, rating E

Episode 4 canon divergence. Things at the brothel escalate... and continue even in the Red Keep.

The pretty divider by Saradika

Photos used found on Pinterest or Tumblr, I don't own any of them! Art for fighter!au commissioned with monecelesart

#daemyra fanfic #daemyra fic #hotd fic #daemyra fanfiction #fanfiction #my writing #ignore this besties just putting a list together to be easier to find

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lullaebies · 9 months

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Do you have any Aerea (Fem Aegonii) headcanons?

omg tumblr is such a doozy I didn't get a notif for this ask!! yes yes I love Aerea so so much - she's one of my favorites to write and sharing more about always makes me happy! let's go. For those of you who might find this ask randomly, Aerea is F!Aegon II in my fic The Protector of The Realm.

F!Aegon II (Aerea) Headcanons

❀ Aerea, as Alicent and Viserys's firstborn, was a very anticipated birth. From the very moment it was known Alicent is pregnant it was expected to be a boy by others at court. She was supposed to be named Aegon, but since she turned out to be a girl, they ended up naming her Aerea after the late Aerea Targaryen (daughter of Aegon the Uncrowned) who was also a rider of Balerion, just like Viserys. "That she may live in happiness her namesake couldn't have." Alicent was very grateful to her first baby be a daughter - it meant less people felt threatened by it, and the status quo didn't shift quite yet.

❀ Granted, peacefulness is not a thing for Alicent. Aside from the fact a boy soon followed, Aerea also proved to be a very demanding child. She loved attention and compliments and was as clingy as she was extroverted. She drove all her servants out of their wits, as well as followed her mother, father and half-sister everywhere.

❀ Much of her interactions with others depend on how they treat her. Aemma (F!Aemond) is contentious with her so they butt heads (Aerea's the only one who is allowed to insult her though) and Daella (F!Daeron) is very sweet to her so Daella gets Aerea's more sisterly caring side. Rhaegal (M!Helaena) needs his own section of headcanons for their development so I won't get to it here lol

❀ Aerea grew up hearing about Rhaenyra being the Realm's delight and the first female heir to booth and took Rhaenyra as a childhood role model. She wanted to be just like her, just as pretty and just as loved. Even when Rhaenyra had rumors around her about what she was doing, Aerea being young and impresonable, simply wanted to follow her steps, party in the city and have whoever she wanted - after all, if her sister can, why can't she?

❀ But the reactions to Aerea's transgressions had been much different than for Rhaenyra. While their father turned a blind eye to Rhaenyra, Aerea immediately got engaged to her baby brother when rumors started about her. Many scoldings from Otto (harsher) and Alicent (gentler) came about, and she started realizing most of her friends that were around her are the ones who spread the rumors further. Feeling betrayed and not understanding why she's the exception, she turned very bitter at that. (later on she'd realize it wasn't that she was the exception - it was Rhaenyra who was. That made her feel even worse. Drinking became worse from there. By the time Driftmark happens, Aerea can't stand Rhaenyra and the favoritism at all.)

❀ She grew cynical about the court then. She has many ladies in waiting but only one true friend among them; she has good social skills (she's all snide remarks and jests) but she feels the vast majority of her friendships are superficial and really only there because of what others stand to gain from her.

❀ Aerea places much of her worth around her sexuality. She at first feels lost as the middle child between the perfect Rhaenyra and Rhaegal who is the only son, and realized she isn't going to get much attention or affection from people around her because she's considered a wayward daughter (Viserys compared her to Saera, Jaehaerys I's daughter before). Getting attention and affection for her sexuality has been easier however,so she basks in that. It is very difficult for her to think people would love her for more than that, and that also made things difficult in her marriage to Rhaegal at first as he is more about emotion than physicality, and he was very young when they married (she was 15 and he was 13 and generally still uninterested in more than his bugs), still just her little brother in her mind. It was equal parts "you are literally a baby" and "why don't you want me?" because she desperately needs that validation, and she feels like she can't get it anywhere else. ❀ She couldn't be more different than Aegon II in regards to her children, though. When the twins are born, unlike Aegon who is pretty distant from his family unit, Aerea is very aggressive and defensive about her children. Nobody will be allowed to talk about them the way people spoke about her. If she hears one unfavorable word from a servant they're OUT. She had a difficult birth with them being surprise twins and being 'less than perfect' but god damn they will never hear they are not perfect from anyone if it's up to her.

❀ Finally, you will most often find Aerea in gold and pink dresses; she took to Sunfyre's colors very much (gold for the scales and pink for the membranes). She and Sunfyre have an very close bond. They are a wonder to look at in the air. Could I have written more? Yes, I can go on for hours. Will I stop here? also yes. Aerea my beloved.

#aegon ii targaryen #fanfic: the protector of the realm #answered

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I can’t wait for season two of HotD. I just want people to see that Rhaenyra is a muppet who really doesn’t do anything important and Jace, Daemon and Mysaria literally carry all the wins on their backs. Like home girl just sat there throwing out orders and taxing people for nothing but to pay for her big feasts.

“Well Aegon did such a good job fighting. Permanence disfigured and infertile.” He still fought… this is the guy who wanted fuck all to do with the throne and literally had tears streaming down his face walking towards it. He still fought for his family, he may not have been good and he knew that, he knew he couldn’t fight, he stopped training to drink and fuck whores but he still fought for the throne and his family. That must tell you on it’s own how much he actually cares for them, Rhaenyra say on her arse and did nothing, she had a dragon you’re telling me she couldn’t of blew some fucking fire on them?

And having people refer to Rhaenyra as Maegor and Daenerys is literally insulting towards them. Maegor was a mean son of a bitch, he did everything, he did it, he went out and did he was cruel and did not care for consequences but he did everything for his throne, he wouldn’t sit there and let other people rule it hoping they respect his right. He’s just go out and make sure people respect his right. Daenerys saved multiple people and freed a lot, everyone saying she’s mad but she had to build her family from the ground up and gain everything, nothing was handed to her she earned it, she went mad in the end and honestly, so would I if I went through what she has. They’d both be fuming being put on the same level as her.

Anyway, rant over, how’s the new job been lovely? X

Yes! The new job has been great! Thank you.

Yeah unfortunately I think they're gonna have Nyra be a girlboss in season 2 which on the one hand is great bc Emma will slay but not great bc it will just divide people.

Like you can really tell the people who read the book before HotD was out and the people who only got into F&B after the show aired.

I get it. I love Rhaenyra and I want her to be a badass but that's just not who she is. She's a spoiled lazy ass brat.

The only similarities between her and Dany are their last name, hair color, and the fact that they both had deformed stillbirths.

That's it.

I also hate when people say that Dany and her dragons are Nyra and her strong boys reincarnated.

Like bitch no. Dany is Aegon the Conqueror reincarnated and Drogon is Balerion reborn. It's also suggested that Rhaegal and Viserion are Meraxes and Vhagar reborn respectively. Which would mean that Jon could possibly represent Visenya, and perhaps Young Griff could come into play as Rhaenys but that's a huge stretch

Dany is also azor ahai but that's an entire different rant/conversation

#tin talks

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god the Omeagorverse is brilliant brilliant brilliant. so good so delicious so nutritious to me. thank you thank you thank you for sharing it. i am actively considering taking pen to paper to physically draw out the family tree and draw like hearts and smiley faces and stars around the vile nasty rot :)

MWAH even though i still think its embarrassing im glad people are enjoying it<3 and oh dont worry i have a family tree of like nearly 900 characters at this point. It Is Evil For Me.... It's Terminal,... ten pages of character explanations below the cut do NOT click unless u want to walk around in my lovecraftian mind palace (shed of dumb ideas and deviantart OCs)

865 characters in what five months. God,

jae: hes maegor's firstborn with vis :3 maegor thinks he's lame and not good enough. jae is also oedipally insane about viserys because maegor was gross about it so he's got mommy issues about vis. he marries ceryse' niece as like an apology gift to the hightowers like sorry we did polygamy and disrespected you and inventented gay marriage sorry about that. he was also betrothed to aerea (shore up inheritance + appease rhaena) but viserra took aerea on the world's worst bachelorette party to valyria and only viserra returned alive :3. jae gots nutso after vis dies and starts bringing in boy youths as court favourites and maris kills him in a fit of rage due to his grossness and also maris has her own shit going on (lesbian drama, dw about it)

viserra: married into the lannisters to keep the iron throne's federal reserve in the clear and cos raising taxes spells real doom. she femdoms her husband and then kills him as a blood sacrifice to have kids (only death can pay for life). became regent for a while before house lannister kicked her out. marries into harrehal (lucamore the lusty is her hubby) kills him too. marries a couple more times, has a coupe kids, ends up trying to fly her dragon (vhagar btw) into the sun or moon or something. not 100% on her death yet.

daenys: oh poor baby girl. vis marries her into the starks to keep her safe from court + there was stark rebellion drama. has weird tension with her mother-in-law whos a bolton and her husband sucks too. she has 13 kids (9 make it to adulthood). daenys ends up killing maegor its a whole thing, hush hush. goes nutso after and she and vis die together codependently as one theyre the same person etcetc

aegon: jae's eldest, momma's boy. momma's special heir to the throne special boy. hates his twin brother aerion because aerion is daddy's favourite and jae obviously wishes aerion was heir instead. marries a lannister cousin and a velaryon who hate each other and it causes a succession crisis when he dies. he has a horrible emotionally and physically incestuous relationship with his sister helaena. aerion ends up kidnapping helaena and it causes a minor civil war where aegon and aerion both die RIP

aerion: jae's second, twin to aegon, daddy's specialist evil son. whats a little child endangerment between kids. kills the high septon when hes 14 cos the high septon was abusing helaena and gets exiled to essos at FOURTEEN cos he refused to admit why he did it (didnt wanna ruin helaena's reputation). he was just like lol #yolo he was cringe anyway. gets radicalised in essos cos why tf should cringe aegon get the throne when aerion is way cooler. kidnaps helaena but also in their minds its somewhat of a rescue cos everyone in westeros is weird about helaena. him and aegon die together :3 also he has a bastard with a martell bastard who does Rhoynish Restoration in essos with her three dragons she takes over volantis and burns the rot out of it at one point but thats not important. she's doing her own thing. ALSO HE CLAIMED BALERION that's also why he's so cunty about getting the throne he's like um you got vhagar the girl dragon and i got the cool old valyria dragon that granddaddy aegon rode so 🤨

helaena: helen of troy :3 she's one of grrms favourite historical girls; 6 year old who is breathtakingly gorgeous and everyone is weird about it. her cradle egg dragon is called urrax after the story of daeryssa and serwyn and also she befriended dreamfyre cos dreamfyre got depressed after rhaena died and started terrorising oldtown cos rhaelle was there. helaena did her horsegirl magic on dreamfyre and saved oldtown and so oldtown loves her. every man in the world wants to marry her but shes literally 13???? that does fucked up things to your psyche. has weird relationships with aegon and aerion due to them being her protectors and the only men growing up who werent weird about her but guess what babygirl. all feudal men are weird :3

daenerys: named after daenys which of course made the evil destiny stars align. she's basically the middle child so she's mostly ignored by both her parents. her dragon is called seafoam :3 she thinks both aegon and aerion are too neurotic to be king and she would be wayyy better. somewhat worships maegor cos he didnt gaf about primogeniture. gets married off to corlys velaryon (he still exists here) but she doesn't mind to much cos she likes exploring essos with corlys. best friends with aegon's velaryon wife and HATES the lannister wife soooo much. after aegon dies, viserys takes the throne which makes her sooooo fucking mad but she gets to be hand of the king with corlys. after viserys dies she and corlys swoop in and do the westerosi regency era until her grand-nephew comes of age. absentee mother because she's too busy girlbossing her way through the red keep

viserys: babyboy you were never gonna be normal with a name like that. jae is weird about him cos viserys looks exactly like his namesake he's also soft and likes non-reptillian animals and being nice to people which is not very targaryen of him. jae has him trained by his kingsguard to beat the pussy out of him but it just makes vis an even sadder kitten. has clinical depression (diagnosed at 5 years old) so cant even get angry and rage and blow up the red keep like he wishes he could. forced to marry aerion's spurned betrothed who's their distant cousin alyssa arryn (half targ herself, i had vaella survive and marry rodrik similar to daella). alyssa is crazygirl she gets radicalised by a red priestess from asshai 😈 they agree to have a sexless unconssumated marriage though. viserys gets voted king after aerion and aegon die (aegon's kids and wives have their own drama going on so a council is necessary) and he's like what if i just kill myself but he's got a slightly evil kingsguard boyfriend whos like nooo dont kill urself youre so powerful now ahaha. pretty okay king, basically lets daenerys rule cos he's too busy being depressed and wanting to khs :( poor baby. anyway alyssa hears a prophecy about TPTWP and AA and goes megacuckoo and does blood magic to have kids and that's its whole drama dw about it. he does end up getting to kill himself though good for him 😭

maegelle: poor baby. gets married off to the hightowers at FOURTEEN cos jae thinks she's weird and autistic and needs her outta the red keep. he's like dont u wanna be lady of the hightower? its so big!! and shes like no because my special interest is religion and prophetic dragon dreams. she weirds him out too much with her prophesies of his death etc. ends up achieving religious euphoria ecstasy etc after getting visions and doing some miracles and abandons her husband and daughters to live in a convent. she doesnt realise she's just trying to escape the cycle of targ torment the only way she knows how :(

anyway thats just like 9 of my guys i invented. i mostly do this so i have something for my brain to think about when im trying to go to sleep but The Thoughts are tormenting me. can you tell im a little funny in the brain. anyway if u made it this far i love u i love u i love u♡

#rhaena was hand of the king btw ^_^ she and maegor hate each other #sorry for the long post. keep in mind it could be way worse #au:omaegorverse #cringe oc warning #tw oc #ask #darling1darling #KISS genuinely kiss on the cheek for you im sorry to have infected you but im glad we can sit in the plague pit together :3

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The Targ Talk (a review series): House of the Dragon episode 6

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I remember in previous episodes when Rhaenyra expressed how much she disliked the idea of childbirth (which killed her mother), and the opening scene is her giving birth to her third son. Love how that smile was painted on her face the moment Joffrey came out, and how excited she was to hold him.

The relationship between Rhaenyra, Harwin and Laenor is definitely unconventional. They may not be a typical family but they have come to find and settle on an arrangement that they are all comfortable with, and at the same time, they have also found a way for the three of them to be present in their children's lives and raise them together.

Speaking of Ser Harwin Strong, isn't he an amazing dad? I love how he doted on the boys, how soft he is towards them and will not hesitate to beat the shit out of any asshole who dares lay a hand on any of them.

Fun fact: In Fire and Blood, the issue about who Jacaerys, Lucerys and Joffrey's father is (whether it is Ser Laenor or Ser Harwin) remains a mystery. Though, based on the boys' description of how they look like in the novel is pretty much a Strong's, one would be stupid to belive that they have even an ounce of Velaryon blood in them, duh. It's just that no one dared to talk about it (even Queen Alicent herself) for they feared of the king's punishment.

I also like the fact that Laenor acknowledges the boys as his children and gives them his surname. In the modern world, we can say that he basically adopted all three of them which makes them [STILL] his sons, therefore, they are Velaryons by law and they are technically not bastards. Though in the books, I don't think there was a part in both accounts that told Laenor's relationship with the kids, but the fact that he named their third-born after his dead ex-boyfriend (with Rhaenyra's permission of course in Fire & Blood) says a lot about how he connected with the boys.

VERMAX CUTIE!!! 🥰🥰 He is such an adorable dragon, I appreciate how this episode showed how Jace built a bond with his dragon.

So Vhagar finally made her debut in the show. She looks really old, fucking gigantic, terrifying and magnificent. Damn I really wish they started with the conquest (or…Aenar Targaryen and his family leaving Old Valyria before the doom?) I would love to see Balerion and Meraxes too.

Laena Velaryon is one of my favorite characters in both the show and the book! She's beautiful, graceful, an amazing wife, a good mother, and a badass dragonrider! It's so sad that she died early. I wish they'd given her and Rhaenyra more time together.

Fun fact: In Fire & Blood, Laena and Rhaenyra actually have a good relationship with each other, when the former gave birth to her and Daemon's child (after Baela and Rhaena), Rhaenyra was with her in the birthing bed. Lady Laena birthed a son but he was twisted and malformed. He died an hour later. Whilst the mother on the other hand was left weak, grief-stricken, and later on suffered from childbed fever. She passed away three days later, but it was said that she attempted to ride Vhagar one last time but she collapsed and died.

That moment when Laena pointed out how much Daemon misses home. No matter how much our Rouge prince denies it, Laena can see through him. As much as I ship Daemyra, it did hurt when she said that she wasn't the wife Daemon would have wanted because she was good to him. I believe he did love her, but Laena also acknowledges that someone else holds a special place in Daemon's heart and she respects that, she respects his boundaries as well.

I don't know about you guys but Daemon seem to be another person when he's with Laena, the dude was always chaotic as fuck, but since marrying her he seems to be more…tamed (maybe because he got older and he became a father). But the difference between his relationship with Laena and Rhaenyra is night and day, with Rhaenyra he would bend backwards, and do some crazy shit for her (uh…I'll discuss more about this in the later episodes or once they get married and shit gets real). But with Laena he's not the Daemon I'm used to seeing, but she does bring out his calmer side, and I'd say that their marriage was rather harmonious.

Until her death, Laena has proven to be such a badass woman. During that birthing scene, she would either die with the child still in her womb or die from excessive bleeding once the maester cuts her open, and the baby has a low chance of survival. Either way, she's gonna end up dead so might as well choose how she wants to die, that shit was fucking morbid. Vhagar on the other hand hesitating when Laena commanded her to burn her, but in the end respected her master's decision and gave her what she wanted.

My heart also aches for Daemon, I mean come on! That look on his face says a lot about what Laena meant to him.

If there is anything I like about Viserys, it's him being such a loving and protective father towards Rhaenyra. With what Rhaenyra did, he could have easily disinherited and disowned his daughter (*coughs*, hi King Jaehaerys I!) but he did not. His love for her is unconditional, and he would not hesitate to punish anyone who dares to question his grandchildren's true parentage. I do not think he is stupid to not realize that the boys were not Laenor's, but at the end of the day, they are still Rhaenyra's children and his own blood. He still accepted them wholeheartedly and I really appreciate him for that. Also find that scene where Rhaenyra told him that she called the midwife a cunt really cute.

Rhaenyra's sons and Daemon's daughters are adorable! I especially like that scene where Rhaena was humming a song to her dragon egg while holding it near the fireplace 🥺. Spoiler alert: She will have a dragon named Morning, but it will take some time.

I'd like to point out how Rhaenyra swallowed her pride and proposed a marriage between Jace and Helaena. After the incident between Harwin and Criston, she knew it was only a matter of time before the truth came out, and y'all know what will happen next. The only way to protect her children is to secure Jace's claim to the throne through marriage. When she sensed that Alicent wasn't going to agree, she left King's Landing to spare her children from humiliation even if it meant Alicent having more chances to sabotage her and make Aegon heir. Rhaenyra is one hell of a proud woman, but just like any other parent, her weakness are her children.

Fun fact: According to the novel, Rhaenyra was a doting mother. With the King's blessing, she announced the betrothal of Jace and Luke to Baela and Rhaena (they were much younger btw), and she never proposed a marriage between her son and Alicent's daughter. It was King Viserys who wed Aegon to Helaena.

Oh my gosh! I was blown away with Emma D'Arcy and Olivia Cooke's performances as Rhaenyra and Alicent! Aside from them looking so similar with Milly and Emily respectively, they also nailed their characters, I cannot wait to see more of them.

[Meh]

It's kinda nice to know that Aegon's relationship with Jace and Luke wasn't that bad. He was lazy af, lustful but initially have no desire to challenge her sister's claim. But being young, he was easily influenced by the people around him and it brought out his inner Joffrey Baratheon. I also think that Aemond is not that bad, but he felt terrible about him not having a dragon while his older brother and nephews have their own (and they were making fun of him for it). Helaena reminds me a bit of the younger Alicent, and I feel like in the show she will be a mirror of who her mother was in the past.

Fun fact: Alicent and Rhaenyra's children has always been bitter rivals. Aegon and Aemond were fucking spoiled brats and bullies.

Where is Daeron btw? As far as I know, he is closest with Joffrey in age and even shared the same wetnurse. I'm not sure if he's already been born or perhaps later on idk, but he has to exist bc he is the only one out of all of Alicent's kids that I like, and I love his dragon (Tessarion) as well.

[WTF]

I feel like Alicent is going to be worse than her father as far as being a parent is concerned. Unlike Rhaenyra, there was no warmth in her eyes everytime she looked at her children. She was awkward with Helaena, she was pressuring Aegon about the succession issue. And with Aemond, although she took his side after Aegon, Jace and Luke pulled a prank on him doesn't say much. I don't feel her motherly instincts, I mean sure she protects her kids but I don't know she has always been so off even when her kids were still babies.

The way Rhaenyra was humiliated in the middle of their meeting. It was bad enough that the princess was already putting aside her personal issues with her ex-bff, and Alicent low-key embarrassing her was just…wtf? (I mean she could just have acted normally because it's fucking normal, Rhaenyra just gave birth and she's lactating. It's not like she didn't go through that herself). It's a good thing Viserys saved her once more by commending his daughter with her proposal.

See? This is why I never liked Ser Criston. He is a fucking asshole, did y'all see the way he harshly grabbed Jace? And the way he "coached" Aegon to beat the shit out of the poor boy so he could lash out all of his bitterness towards Rhaenyra? That's some fucked up shit. I get why he's so angry at Rhaenyra, but why punish her son? Harwin beating him up was so satisfying though.

Larys Clubfoot is another one of those characters in Fire and Blood that I hate and like. He's Petyr Baelish with [for me] a hint of Varys, if you haven't the book, my advice would be to watch out for his character. I won't divulge anything about him yet but I would say that he is one of the key players in the dance of the dragons. He is definitely not a fighter, but he is one of those characters who is not only clever but also dangerous imo.

Fun fact: Larys' brother, Harwin and their father Lyonel did die when a fire broke out in Harrenhal. Some say it was an accident, others say that it was the curse of Harrenhal. But rumors say that it was Lord Corlys who ordered to murder them as revenge to the man who cuckolded his son, there were also those who said that it was Prince Daemon because Harwin was his rival for Rhaenyra's affection. There were also claims that it was Larys Clubfoot so he could have Harrenhal for himself, AND Viserys was also rumored to be behind all of these. He apparently wanted to punish Harwin for dishonoring his daughter.

I forgot to include this on the rant list but I kinda find it weird that Alicent "didn't ask for the deaths of Lyonel and Harwin Strong." Well she didn't order it herself but still, as a player in the dance, she should have expected or at least know that blood will definitely be spilled. She was the one who "waged war," duh.

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chapter 24: what could've been

Maegor Targaryen x OC

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Tags: hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, angst, mature themes, targaryen incest, violence, Maegor is a red flag himself, characters are ooc probably, MINORS DNI

Sitting atop of Balerion, Maegor felt like he was spiralling. He was supposed to be in Harrenhal about three hours ago, but he knew it would be unwise to see anyone with the temper he had at that moment, so he was flying around under the guise of patrolling from the skies. The celebration in his name had gone well, so well that many lords had made comments about their own trust being in him, implying that they trusted him to get the job done and not the King. The number of allies he was gaining was increasing by the day, that should make him happy, shouldn’t it?

But no, instead, his mind was on Rowan. She looked radiant in her purple gown, he could barely keep his eyes off of her. Amongst the crowd, he could immediately spot her, like he could find her with his eyes closed. She had been sat next to her father, near the Tyrells, whose daughter she was friends with. She was always around Ceryse and Lana, it was like the gods did not allow him any time alone with her anymore. As people began to dance, he wanted to smirk, seeing as the Lannister boy could barely move from his seat to make a move on his love or rather have his hands all over her under the excuse of dancing. She did end up dancing with a few men, some lowly lords, no one important but it still made his blood boil that it wasn’t him.

They all got to dance with her, little, insignificant lords of nothing, and they got to dance with her, to hold her hands, to see her eyes light up as the music picked up, to twirl her around and hear her laugh, but not him. No, he had to remain seated on the head table, for it would be a ruinous scandal if he only were to dance with her and not his own wife. Ceryse, at least, was having a blast. Despite being sat next to each other, they were on different planets and perhaps it was a good thing. She was beaming from seeing her brothers again and to some extent, that made him glad, knowing what he planned on doing a few days later, she would at least be with her family.

And then his eyes caught something that made him grip his goblet so tightly he was sure it was going to shatter in his hand. The youngest of the Hightower siblings, Morgan, took an interest in Rowan, an interest that made Maegor want to leap across the hall and bash his head into the wall. Even worse, Rowan herself was enjoying his company. Her smiles were more genuine than any interaction she had with that stupid Tybolt, and Morgan, despite standing the appropriate amount of distance away, asked her to dance more than four times. It wasn’t something inappropriate, but it definitely caught the attention of those around them. He even heard Ceryse chuckle with Martyn about it. Maegor was trying to not lose his mind, trying to keep himself sane, but it seemed Aenys had noticed.

His brother was never supposed to get this close. Maegor had been content with Aenys just fearing him, as long as he let him do what he wished to, but his need to get closer to him and his mother was proving to be… troublesome. He didn’t hate it. In fact, getting some things off his chest sounded fucking amazing at this moment where he didn’t know what to do, flying circles on Balerion for hours. Having Aenys understand even a tiny bit felt a bit comforting. But he shook his head. Talking to him about feelings was useless, it would only complicate things and mess with his head. Was he foolish to even entertain a conversation with him about Rowan, his Rowan? Maybe, but there was no changing that now. But perhaps it wasn’t so terrible, to have his brother understand him, maybe Maegor was just being paranoid because of what he was on his way to do.

Yes, things were about to take a turn after today. He had left the keep right before dawn, before anyone could see him, before he could bump into Rowan by chance. He knew that just one look from her would make him crumble and admit it all to her, dragging her into his plans, something that could put her in so much danger. No, he couldn’t do that to her. He couldn’t think of her too much, the thought of hurting made him want to drop everything and fly back to the red keep, forgetting all about the crown and throne.

He had to push his feelings aside to think clearly. The kingdoms would collapse under Aenys. Maegor was the conqueror’s son with his first wife and he was the more capable choice of the two. He had a solid claim, but he needed heirs. Ceryse would make a good Queen, but she was unable to provide him said heirs. He could not be with Rowan in a way that would not disrespect her and her faith. Sooner or later, she’d be married off to that Lannister, or even maybe Ceryse’s brother, and as much as it made his blood boil, he could do nothing about it. Would it not be cruel to hold her back from having the family she wished for? He wanted that with her, he wanted Rowan to himself, to marry her and have a family with her, but they could not have that. For all this to work, he needed someone else. He needed Alys.

He landed outside of Harrenhal some time before noon. Following the guards inside, Lucas Harroway greeted him with a bow, leading him to a room where they could freely speak alone. The man seemed eager, happy even. It didn’t surprise Maegor at all. Lucas had read between the lines.

“My daughter is beyond honoured to be given such an offer. She is looking most forward to your union, as do I, my Prince.” Lucas spoke, looking extra chirper as he did. Maegor didn’t doubt it, Alys seemed quite eager to leave her family and town behind, eager to live a life of excitement. Maegor wasn’t sure if she’d find such a life in the half-built Red Keep, but he did not pretend to understand the minds of women. Perhaps a life in court, with all its feasts and gossips, that could maybe be what she was looking for. As long as she gave him an heir, she could do as she pleases.

“Good. I will take us both to Dragonstone to see it done.” he replied plainly. He still hadn’t spoken to his mother about this, which made him feel uneasy. They were a team. They had been a team since he was born, and they often spoke of the suitable steps to put him in the best position possible. He never spoke of this to her, but he would, as soon as he returned to Dragonstone. She’d understand. She knew how important it was.

“If I may ask, my Prince, may I not be present at the wedding? She is my eldest daughter.” Lucas asked, but his eyes did not betray much love for her. Not in the way Duncan spoke of Rowan. Maegor frowned. It would be impractical to have him there. It would take too long for him to travel there, and if he were to take him with them on Balerion, Maegor still didn’t want him there on the island as he spoke to his mother.

“No. The wedding must happen soon. As soon as the protests settle, you will join your daughter in court. Know that if you keep up your support, you could even join the council.” Maegor thought back to his youth. He often complained to Rowan about having to deal with these scheming, social climbing lords. She would always say that sometimes, a little honey could do the trick, where you must do something disagreeable, give something in return. He didn’t think this would be what she meant, but when he saw the satisfied smile on Lord Harroway’s face, he knew it worked. That was what his father did, was it not? He was ruthless to his enemies and generous with his supporters.

“You are most generous, my Prince. Know that I will never forget the generosity you have shown to my family. Whatever you may need, I am your most devoted servant.” Gods, his voice was getting annoying. Maegor only nodded, getting up to get this over with. It would only take him a few hours to get to Dragonstone, so he wanted to get there right away. He had left a small letter with a trusted servant to give to his mother at noon, a letter calling her to come to the ancestral seat of their house, alone. He was eager to get this over with.

Alys was waiting for him outside, the servants handling two large suitcases of her belongings. Maegor nodded at her, taking them, as the servants could not secure them on the dragon. As he was securing the ties of the cases to make sure they wouldn’t slip off, he felt the young woman’s eyes on him. Balerion stirred, as if feeling his wariness. He sighed. It was necessary, he had to remind himself. This was important. He motioned to her to come closer to the ropes to climb up to the saddle. She was hesitant for a moment, before taking the rope in her hand. Balerion was getting annoyed, but Maegor patted his scales to calm him. The last thing he needed was for him to eat her.

“Stay still. The belts will secure you so you won’t fall off.” he said, or moreso commanded. Alys was not looking at him, rather preferring to look around, making note of how high up they were, even as the dragon was sat on the ground. She had the wonder of a child in her brown eyes, looking down at Balerion in awe.

“I can’t believe I’m actually on a dragon, about to fly!” she said with a smile, finally looking at Maegor, who was now strapping himself on the saddle in front of her. He made note of her family, her father and siblings, gathered right at the entrance of the castle, maybe too afraid to come closer. Maegor made eye contact with Lucas Harroway, who looked very pleased, unlike his daughters, who looked confused and concerned. So he hadn’t told them. Good.

“Have you said your goodbyes? It may be a very long time until you see your family again.” he warned, glancing back at her. She spared them no glances, and had he been in a better mood, he would’ve asked her about it. Alys nodded absentmindedly as Balerion grew more restless by the minute. They’d have to depart soon. His mother would be on her way to Dragonstone soon, they didn’t have much time to spare.

“Yes, I have. I wouldn’t mind it if it’s years, if I’m perfectly honest.” she replied, her voice lacking any worry over it. For most it would be heartbreaking to say goodbye to their family- for Rowan, he knew she’d be crying had she been in this situation, but then again, the Evergreens were a family that was so close to one another in a way that was rare in Westeros. Duncan would never allow Maegor to even think of pulling such a stunt with her, her uncle, aunt and cousins would run to her defence. Even if they all agreed, Maegor knew that they’d be embracing her so tightly before they took their leave. But Alys wasn’t Rowan, and the Harroways were not the Evergreens.

He frowned. He supposed his own family wasn’t perfect, but this was the woman who would raise his children. If her view of her family was so insignificant, what would that teach their future children? He wasn’t looking for a perfect mother, in his eyes there was only one, but he supposed she wouldn’t be seeing much of the children anyway. Alys was restless and eager to explore, not one to be weighed down by a commitment as heavy as motherhood, and that could be in his favour, the more he thought of it. He’d entrust their children with the best wetnurses he could find, and his own mother to teach them of their histories and culture of their Valyrian heritage, Alys would only need to be there for the sake of appearances. Then again, how could he be so sure of that now? Motherhood was something so monumental in a woman’s life, was it not? It could change someone entirely, maybe Alys would want to be involved in the raising of the children after all. It made him ponder.

He never wanted to be like his father, that was certain. He’d never push one child aside for the sake of the other. He wouldn’t spoil one rotten and keep the other away, out of sight and mind. Even if somehow Ceryse managed to give him a child, he’d love them both the same. It wasn’t something he spoke to anyone about, no one but Rowan, of course, but fatherhood was something he yearned for, not just to cement his rightful claim, but as something from deep within him. The few times he was around Rowan’s two youngest cousins, Lewis and Archie, he loved it. He imagined having two little sons of his own, taking them to the skies with him, teaching them the ways of the sword just as his mother did for him, speaking to them in their ancestral tongue. Even the more exhausting parts of parenthood he yearned for, the sleepless nights, teaching them to walk, helping them learn how to use cutlery.

All of this he wanted to do by Rowan’s side. Ever since they were young, he knew. Something inside him, a selfish, horrible part of him, wanted to keep her on Dragonstone once he became King. Even if she married and had children of her own, he wanted her there, by his side, by his children’s side. It was messed up in so many ways, he knew, he’d never allow it to be anything more than a selfish thought, but it soothed him in a way. He could keep Alys and Ceryse busy in court in King’s Landing, while Rowan would reside in Dragonstone. Maegor would find a way to send whomever she married away, but he’d never send away any children she had. Never. If anything, he hoped they’d look just like her. Maybe he could ask her to nurse his own children alongside her own, and in the confines of Dragonstone, they could live the fantasy of being a family.

It would be so cruel to do that to her. He knew his actions would hurt her, and he was depending on her brilliant mind to understand that he had ulterior motives in taking a second wife in such a manner. Once he was King, once everything was safe for her to know, he’d explain it all, begging for her forgiveness. He’d grant her family with gold and wealth, positions in court, anything. He frowned. How pathetic was this whole situation, truly?

Alys clung to him from behind as Balerion moved, his giant form moving slowly, before taking flight. She squealed, her fear turning into laughter as the dragon took to the skies. Soon, he felt her let go of him, holding onto the sides of the saddle instead, looking down at the land becoming smaller and smaller. He wondered if Ceryse would like to fly at any point. After all of this, he’d indulge her if she wished for it. It was only fair.

“Does your wife know?” she asked, taking Maegor by surprise. He did not expect her to be in a chatty mood, let alone bring up what was on his mind. He held onto the reins, guiding Balerion through the familiar path in the clear skies. He had hoped the ride there would be silent, but he supposed she had the right to know what she was getting into.

“She will know after it happens.” he replied. He focused most of his thoughts on how Rowan would react, how hurt she would be, but he barely gave any thought to Ceryse’s feelings. She was his wife, as much as it felt so unnatural to call her that. She held no love for him and he held no love for her. This would be an inconvenience for her, perhaps an annoyance, but she’d get over it soon. It was a cruel way to go about things, but it was necessary. Ceryse would be his Queen one day, she’d come to realise that him taking a second wife was nothing but a necessary evil in her pious eyes. She’d make a much better Queen than Alys, that was for sure. Alys was far too carefree and was about to taste freedom for the first time, she wouldn’t be able to handle the true responsibilities of being a Queen. It was a good thing that he only needed her for an heir. He’d then station her somewhere else, Ceryse would hold court in King’s Landing and he’d finally take house Targaryen to its deserved glory.

“I don’t think she will take kindly to our marriage.” Alys stated, but her voice wasn’t really concerned at all. If anything, she sounded happy about the drama that was about to unfold. Was she truly that bored in her town and home? He sighed. She’d fall in line once she realised how things are run in the capital. Once she gave him one or two children, he’d give her leave to go where she wanted. Things would be easier that way at first, until everyone got used to each other.

“She won’t. But she’ll see with time, she’ll understand.” he responded, his eyes betraying an anxiety he was happy she could not see from behind him. She did not respond, he felt her shift around on the saddle to get a better view from above. The difficult part was coming as they neared Dragonstone. His heart was pounding as the island came into distant view. He couldn’t see Vhagar there yet, but that only meant he didn’t have much time to calm his nerves before having to talk with his mother. He could only hope the speech he rehearsed in his head convinced her. He could only hope that Rowan would come to forgive him.

Visneya rushed through the halls of Dragonstone, trying to mask her worry with a cool and collected mask of indifference. Her heart was pounding as soon as she read Maegor’s note. The worst came to mind. Had he been hurt? In her fits of grief over Aegon, had she missed a potential attack that put her son in harm’s way? His note had been brief and revealed nothing, which made her anxieties worse. She knew she raised him to be capable and strong, a warrior since he could walk, but she was his mother, he was her babe. The thought that he could be hurt was enough to send her spiralling. After the death of her sister, she took to wearing chainmail under her clothes, paranoid that assassins would try to take her life. It was with time that she had stopped, finally relaxing when peace was reached, but just the thought that someone could have harmed her son, was enough to make her consider the chainmail again, for him especially.

She barged in the room with the painted table in a less than graceful manner, after being directed there by the servants. Maegor didn’t even have time to say anything before Visenya began inspecting his face and arms for any hidden wound, sighing in relief when she confirmed he was safe. She eyed him carefully, noting that he looked uneasy, very unlike his normal, confident self. Her guard was down and her eyes betrayed confusion. She noticed the servants whispering, sharing looks and gossip in hushed voices, but in her hurry, she had not stopped to ask them.

“Maegor, what has happened? You nearly gave me a heart attack.” she said, crossing her arms. Her son looked like he was building up the courage to say something, but Visenya winced at her own words. They were in the very room Aegon’s heart gave out. How many moons had it been? It felt insensitive to even utter such words, but she decided to forgive herself, as it was out of worry for their son, her only son.

“Forgive me, mother, I did not intend to cause you any worry. I just wished to get you here as soon as possible, there is something of great importance I wish to discuss with you.” he spoke in an apologetic tone, a rare thing. Visneya nodded, walking to pour herself some water, to calm her nerves. She noticed Balerion flying freely outside, but he looked… uneasy. Which only meant that Maegor himself felt like so.

“Go on then. You have me here now, tell me. I suppose it has something to do with certain plans that could not be discussed in front of Aenys?” she asked, drinking from the cup, sighing in relief of the cool water. She had been parched in her hurry to get to Dragonstone. Maegor nodded, his hand tracing over the painted table lightly.

“It was in this very room where you taught me the most important lessons you ever did. Our histories, our language, our culture. It was here where we both knew what is rightfully mine, it was here where we discussed everything for the first time, just as it was here where you planned to conquer the very Kingdoms we now rule over." His voice held a nostalgic feeling, a fondness and longing for those times. Visenya remembered holding him in her arms, teaching him to speak, helping him walk, and now here he stood before her, a King without the crown.

“And it is here you will reveal something big.” she added, folding her arms. Maegor nodded once more, his eyes trailing over the carved details. If only he knew how many memories a single room could hold. This was where Visenya grew up, this was where she raised Maegor, this space held all of that, the pleasant and the heartbreaking. Maybe one day she’d tell him of it. Rowan was the only one who knew. She was the only one she had opened up to. She wasn’t entirely sure why not Maegor.

“I have everything I need to take the throne. If we bring things to Aenys in such a way, he will accept to step aside, he knows he stands no chance should he choose to fight. We must do this in such a way where our house appears united, thus making the transfer smooth and with no room for questioning. But for that, there’s still something I need. An heir.” he took slow, steady steps toward her, his eyes meeting hers as he stood tall in front of her, as Visenya nodded along. “Ceryse cannot provide that for me. At least, not in the time I need her to. Therefore, I’ve decided to take a second wife.” he said, after taking a deep breath.

Visenya stood still, as if she had somehow misheard him. She set the cup down, slowly taking in what he had just said to her. A second wife.

“Who?” she asked him bluntly, almost harshly, as she set her cup down. She looked into his eyes and he almost looked down in shame, but decided against it.

“Alys Harroway.” he replied. Ah, there it was. The reason he had been flying out to Harrenhal. The daughter of the new Lord of Harrenhal. She frowned. He must’ve brought her here, for why else would all the servants of the castle be whispering. How many people already knew? Even more importantly, why in the seven hells had he not told her before he brought the girl here?

“I see.” she began, but stopped herself from speaking further, to collect her thoughts. It was shocking for her, that he had made a choice so drastic without talking to her about it or even mentioning it at all. Visneya felt conflicted.

Her raw, emotional response was to refuse this, the wounds Aegon and Rhaenys’ union left her with had barely begun healing before Aegon died. She wanted so badly to yell at him that she did not want him to inherit his father’s worst qualities, that she wanted him to take only the good and become even better than he ever was. But maybe Maegor shared more than just a spitting resemblance to Aegon, to her dismay. It was in this very room that Aegon argued with their father to set their betrothal aside for Rhaenys’ sake, to set Visenya aside.

Then, her mind ignored her wounded heart for a moment, gently telling her that although the situation felt familiar, it couldn’t be the same, and it was not. Ceryse was not in love with him the way Visenya was with Aegon. This girl, Alys, was not someone Maegor had fallen in love with. It was logical, the way he was thinking. Ceryse hadn’t given him a child.

“I know the Hightowers will protest this, but once I take over and crown Ceryse a Queen, Oldtown will stand behind her, and by extension, the faith, once they see one of their own in power next to me.” he explained, turning his eyes to the map of Oldtown. Visenya crossed her arms and slowly let out a sigh.

“I see you’ve thought this through.” she said, eyeing him. Part of her was frustrated, and part of her was proud. She raised him to be a King, and he knew better than to act with no thought on possible rebellions. Maegor nodded once more, turning to face her. He knew she had a million things to ask him, and he waited patiently for her to do so.

“And if Ceryse gives you an heir after this Alys girl does? What then?” Visenya asked, turning back to take another sip of her water. Such a situation was a possibility. Perhaps Ceryse was not barren at all, and simply needed some more time. Visenya had Maegor after Rhaenys had Aenys. She looked at her son carefully.

“As she is my first wife, her sons will take priority in line to the throne after me, over those that Alys will have. Is that not the very reason I am taking the throne, mother? Because as the son of the first wife, it should be my birthright?” he asked her, stepping closer to her. He turned his eyes to the map once more. “Of course then, we’d have a problem of loyalties. Both houses will support their own. But Oldtown is a far stronger and more important ally than the Harroways are. Should Ceryse give me a son, he will be my heir. Should she give me a daughter, she will marry my heir and they shall rule together. Any rivalries between my sons, I will prevent. I refuse to raise my children the way father raised Aenys and I.'' he almost spat out the word father. Despite her undying love for Aegon, she knew Maegor was right in his anger. She was angry too.

“How do you suppose Ceryse and Alys will see this? Ceryse doesn’t even know, does she?” she asked, not expecting an answer. Of course he wouldn't have told her.

“Ceryse is far more suited to be Queen than ALys will ever be. Alys will give me an heir or two and she will have my leave to do as she pleases. She is not a person I can see committed to the life of court, I think she’d be more content to travel and be spoiled. My children will not be under her care, for she lacks the ability to raise true dragons. I shall have my children with me at all times, and Ceryse will be the one in charge in the capital. They’ll be raised together, in our language and traditions, not divided between mothers. If pregnancy changes Alys’ mind about this… she won’t have much choice in their upbringing anyway. You will have final say in that, mother.”

Visenya took in everything her son was saying. She nodded along, her hands still crossed. She understood his thought process. It was as solid as a plan like that could get. If raised together, under her own eye, Visenya could ensure that no other succession crisis would arise. She’d make sure no rivalries arose between the children, and lay things down clearly for them. It tugged at her heart, the topic. She did not want her line to end with Maegor. She did not put in all that work, the blood, sweat and tears that went into the conquest, only for Rhaenys to be laughing at her beyond the grave.

“You cannot marry without the King’s leave and blessing.” she stated, as her mind travelled to Aenys. He had looked like the stress of ruling had aged him, his crown weighing him down, the organisation of the feast being the only time she saw him carefree and joyful. What a poor excuse of a King he truly was. But he was still the King.

“I’m his brother, and his hand. He’ll come around. He’ll never give me leave to take a second wife, not with all those lords whispering in his ears. But once the deed is done, he’ll have no choice but to understand.” her son spoke. It was clear to Visenya that Maegor was beginning to get closer to Aenys. He only used to refer to him as his half-brother, correcting anyone who dared call them brothers at all, and now, his voice almost held a fondness for him. It was a good thing. The closer they were, the clearer it would be for Aenys to step aside and see who the true King was.

“The girl, you brought her here?” she asked, walking around the table, her arms still crossed and her mind trying to find holes in this plan. Her eyes stopped at a familiar location on the map. The Evergreen forest in the Starfall mountains. Rowan; what of Rowan? Her sweet girl, who had been her daughter in all but name and title, the one she had trusted with her deepest thoughts and worries, the one who stood by her side holding her hand throughout her tumultuous marriage to Aegon. It saddened her to think how this would affect her. Visenya could’ve never imagined that an innocent childhood crush would develop into something this intense.

She found herself wanting to ask him, why not Rowan, why not the one he loved, but she knew the answer. Rowan was a woman of faith and virtue, her faith saw polygamy as a disgusting sin, it would be an insult to her if he had asked her. Not to mention, any woman Maegor would marry, would face vitriol for accepting the position of a second wife. Maegor would never let that happen to Rowan- Visenya wouldn’t let that happen to her. Another reason was the close bond between the Hightowers and the Evergreens. The bond of the two houses was a deep one. Should Maegor take her as a second wife, the rift between the houses would be horrid, especially since, unlike Alys, Maegor would clearly prefer Rowan. Such favouritism would not calm the Hightowers nor Oldtown. Not to mention the friendship Ceryse and Rowan had would be ruined.

Despite being hurt over the news, Rowan was a brilliant mind, she’d understand why he did such a thing. But it was a cruel thing, was it not? To simply expect her to be understanding without explaining anything to her. It was a double edged sword. Not even Duncan knew. If Rowan knew, she would be in danger. Should anything in the plan go wrong, she could be punished as an accomplice in treason. She would never put her in such a risk, no. Things would be revealed when Maegor took his rightful crown. Then she’d explain it all to her.

“She’s here. She’s waiting to be introduced to you.” he said, his voice going soft for a split second. “Are you on board with this, mother?” he asked her, and in that moment, it was like she was staring at her little boy of eight once more. She knew he strived for her approval, it warmed her heart.

“Are you asking me for my permission?” she asked, the sarcasm not lost on her son. She took another sip of water, pinching the bridge of her nose. She felt a headache coming in. Maegor walked to where she stood, his voice now much more candid and soft, as he poured himself some water.

“Yes. Do you think I’m making a mistake?” he asked her, his eyes searching for the answer in hers. He had his father’s eyes, but the colour was Visenya’s. He felt vulnerable, his mind travelling to the person he truly longed for. He cared not for what the Kingdoms thought, he was asking her if she thought he was making a mistake with Rowan. She was who he was truly worried about.

“...no.” she spoke up after a moment of silence. She had to set aside her feelings to see things as they were. Maegor needed an heir to get his birthright. He found a woman willing to give him that. That was all this was. Rowan, as much as she loved and adored her, was never going to be able to marry him, not with how things were now. To sit and dwell on their doomed love would be foolish for both of them. Maegor had Kingdoms to rule, a dynasty to raise, he needed to act and he needed to act now.

“Yet you seem hesitant, mother.” he said, looking into his cup. Visenya had made up her mind. And so did Maegor. She didn’t fault him for his heart holding him back, he could not help it. It was a safe place to speak such hesitations, in the safety of the privacy Dragonstone provided.

“Things are happening too fast.” she said, rubbing his shoulder as he stood close. It was a reassurance, a soothing word in its own strange way. An acknowledgment of how everything felt like it was moving so quickly. It was like yesterday that her Aegon died and Aenys was crowned in Oldtown, and now the Kingdoms she had given it her all to conquer, were in danger of falling apart with Aenys in charge.

“The sooner I get an heir, the sooner I get the crown.” he sighed, welcoming his mother’s soothing touch, closing his eyes for a moment. It didn’t sound like the first time he had said this. She wondered if that is how he was reassuring himself to do all of this. To go through the wedding with Ceryse, to go through another wedding, to go through hurting Rowan. It was a cruel reality, to have to choose his birthright over the one he loved.

“Bring her in. Let me see this girl.” Visenya concluded. It would lead them nowhere if they stayed like that, reminiscing on what could’ve been, what should’ve been. It would only hold them both back and plunge them into misery.

A servant escorted this Alys girl into the room. It was clear as day that she was nowhere near as highborn as the ladies of the court. Her eyes were eager to take everything in, not a single serious thought behind them, as if this was some fun adventure she’s going on. Her curtsy was clumsy, one that betrayed that she knew little of the world she wanted to get into. She became uneasy under Visenya’s harsh stare, looking to Maegor for any kind of reassurance, which she would not receive. Visenya observed the girl carefully. If she were as harsh as some perceived her to be, she’d make a comment that he chose someone who could resemble the one he longed for, if the room was dark enough. But she was not, and so she kept silent.

The tension in the room could be cut through with a knife. Maegor stood next to his mother dutifully, like he always did, as if he were presenting his mother with some kind of project he needed reviewed. Alys Harroway held her breath, as Visenya’s harsh eyes studied her.

“Very well.” she said, stepping back. At her words of approval, Alys visibly relaxed her shoulders. Maegor nodded at her in gratitude and awaited her next words. “Let us go find a septon and get this over with.” she said, walking out of the room, Maegor’s footsteps closely behind hers, and Alys running to catch up. Although surprised, she didn’t seem to hesitate, nor care. It was of no concern to Visenya, as long as she did what they needed her to do.

As she had expected, the septon of Dragonstone refused to perform the ceremony. He held his more scathing comments to himself, knowing the threat of dragonfire was close and ready to find him with a mere word. She knew what he would say. This was an abomination, a ridicule of the meaning of marriage, that only two belonged in a union, all things she had heard before. But who were these little men to tell the Valyrians, who were closer to the gods than they were to mere men, of what was right and wrong? They would not wait for any septon to make up his mind, no.

By the evening, Visenya Targaryen performed the ceremony herself. The smallfolk of the island, as well as the servants and cooks of the castle were called to be witnesses. Balerion and Vhagar were sat together, watching them as well. Visenya was the only one in ceremonial clothing, as Maegor insisted that he and Alys would wear normal clothing. She understood why. He wanted this to be done as quickly as possible, with as little fuss.

And there, as the sun was setting on Dragonstone, Maegor Targaryen took Alys Harroway as his second wife, in a ceremony of Old Valyria, in front of a hesitant crowd.

Now, it was only a matter of time for things to fall into place.

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A Rose of Winter - Chapter 12

Summary: All Daniel wanted to do was escape the stifling life as a Stark of Winterfell and travel the world. Between the looming threat North of The Wall and the den of lions in the capital, he unexpectedly finds love in the midst of a war set to tear Westeros apart. Caught between loyalty to his family and duty, he is torn in a thousand directions that all point to one man: Philip Flowers.

Rating: E (There are only a few smut scenes but it's an M for battles, war, and other adult topics)

Tags/warnings: I removed most triggers (no R or SA, no minors involved in sex, no gore). It does include: Deaths either written without details or in a poetic way if it's an important character (Dan and Phil, Ghost and Balerion will live but everyone else is fair game). Strangers to lovers, Slow Burn, missing each other. The prophecies and stories foreshadowed are fulfilled, a satisfying ending to the entire story without plot holes. Extreme canon divergence. Dan and Phil are not replacing characters, they were written in. GAME OF THRONES AU

Author's Note: This is my OSPBB 2022, Couldn't have done it without my betas @effingmeteors and @filisaceaf.

Word Count: Each chapter will be around 15k and have at least one Dan or Phil pov. The total wc is about 210k.

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PHIL

Phil hid behind the bushes, looking at the beautiful orange cat that enjoyed running around their garden. It might have been true that he missed having an animal companion, even if he’d only been around Balerion for so long, but he liked this cat. He was so proud; he had an almost regal quality about him, always looking down at people, acting as if petting him was a favour, a privilege of sorts. His temper was always mild and on occasions he loved to cuddle up to Phil, but only for a few minutes, so Phil decided that this particular cat would be his and he would enjoy the best life among all the others in King’s Landing.

Finally seeing his opportunity, Phil jumped out of the bushes and screamed, laughing when the cat jumped with him and swatted at him with his paw but no claws; then he wiggled his behind and pounced on Phil like he always did, purring and rubbing his head on Phil’s shoulder before scurrying away.

Phil sneezed and placed his hand on his knees as he tried to breathe a little easier.

“Are you alright?” Tommen asked.

“Oh,” Phil laughed. “Your Grace! Yes, I’m just trying to bring the orange cat with me.”

The boy walked up to him and placed his hand on Phil’s shoulder, looking quite worried. “Phil, you look extremely red, your breathing is laboured.”

Phil sneezed. “You are very kind, Your Grace. Thank you for caring about my health - it’s just…”

“Yes?”

“I want to give that cat a good life, but I don’t think my body is cooperating. My eyes water every time I hold him.”

Tommen nodded and looked around, finally finding the cat licking the cakes. He walked up to the cat and picked him up, holding him up and looking into his eyes with a smile. “Aren’t you a mighty warrior, Ser.”

The cat meowed and stretched his paws, wanting Tommen to cuddle him.

“He wants a hug, Your Grace,” Phil said.

Placing a kiss atop his head, Tommen hugged the cat and let him climb onto his shoulder, where he laid flat, like a used rag.

“What is his name?”

“I haven’t given him one yet.”

“What does he like to do?”

Phil thought about it briefly. “He likes to judge people, eat, run, pounce at them from behind the bushes…”

Tommen nodded and set him on the table, grabbing a dull knife from his plate. “I hereby name you Ser Pounce of The Red Keep, first of your name,” he said, touching the cat’s shoulders with the knife.

Smiling, Phil touched the cat’s nose. “Perhaps you should keep him. He likes you.”

“Do you really think so?”

“Yes. Sadly, I can’t keep him if it’s hard for me to breathe when we are close.”

“Thank you, Phil. I think I will,” Tommen said, picking Ser Pounce up and scratching him. “Come Ser Pounce, you have to meet Lady Margaery.” He walked away in search of his betrothed.

DAENERYS

The first meeting of the day started horribly, with the news that a group of criminals had managed to overthrow the council she left in charge of Yunkai and reinstated slavery, thankfully, not all reports were bad.

“King Joffrey Baratheon is dead. He was poisoned during his wedding feast,” Jorah said.

Ser Barristan nodded. “And we have taken the Meereenese navy, Your Grace.”

Daario Naharis walked in eating an apple. “The second sons took the navy.”

Daenerys raised an eyebrow at him. “Who told you to take the navy?”

“No one,” Daario said. “I just heard you liked ships.”

She turned away from them and looked out the window to not let them see her smile. She didn’t want to give Daario that pleasure. Once she had composed herself, she looked at Ser Barristan. “How many ships do we have?”

“93, Your Grace. They could carry 9300 men,” he answered.

“Would that be enough to take King’s Landing?” She asked Jorah.

He shook his head. “The Lannister have more.”

Ser Barristan scoffed, “They have been fighting Joffrey’s wars for years. They are tired, dispersed. And now their King is dead. 8000 Unsullied, 2000 Second Sons sailing into Blackwater Bay and storming the gates without a warning.”

Daenerys raised her eyebrows at Jorah.

“It’s hard to say. It could be enough. But you want to be Queen of The Seven Kingdoms; not King’s Landing. 10000 can’t conquer Westeros.”

“The old houses will flock behind the rightful Queen.”

“The old houses will flock behind whoever is winning as they always have.” Jorah stood from his seat. “I’m asking you to consider it.”

“Leave me, please,” she said and the men headed to the doors. “Not you, Jorah.”

“Yes?” he asked.

“What do you think I should do?”

“The choice is yours, Khaleesi.”

“You once counselled me against rashness… in Qarth, and I didn’t listen. That didn’t work out well for me,” she smiled.

Jorah chuckled.

“I am an inexperienced girl, how could anyone follow me, how could anyone trust me? No. I will stay and rule for the time being. I can’t let the people I freed slide back into chains.” Danny let out a deep sigh. “Send The Second Sons and Ser Barristan to Yunkai to take back control of the city.”

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Upon returning from Yunkai, Ser Barristan asked for an urgent private meeting. Danny’s stomach twisted, anticipating whatever her Queensguard was going to tell her. She decided it was best to discuss matters over breakfast to mix something sweet with the sour taste of politics.

“Your Grace,” Ser Barristan said, taking a seat across from her when she nodded.

“What news do you wish to tell me so urgently?” She asked. “Is it bad?”

He nodded and handed her a rolled message with a seal she didn’t recognise. A spider knitting its web. Daenerys frowned and looked at him. “Who sent this?”

“It’s from King’s Landing. That is the seal of Lord Varys, Master of Whispers.”

Her eyes widened as she unrolled the parchment and read it, her heart breaking with every single line her eyes glazed over. A tear rolled down her cheek but she wiped it quickly; she couldn’t afford to let her guard down again.

“Call Ser Jorah to the visitors area,” she said, walking out of her chambers without having taken a single bite.

She made her way to the entrance of the pyramid, climbing the steps and sitting on the bench. Within minutes, her Unsullied marched in, standing in every corner, Grey Worm coming to stand at her left, and Misandei at her right. Then it was Ser Barristan’s turn to join them, staying close to her to keep her safe from -

Jorah walked in, his head low, but he looked up to her, beginning to climb the steps but deciding to kneel on the first landing. “Khaleesi…”

“Don’t call me that,” Daenerys said, trying to keep her voice from shaking. “What did the usurper want?”

“If we could speak alone-”

“No, speak to me here,” she said. “Explain it to me.”

“Who do you think sent this to Meereen? Who do you think profits from this? This is the work of Tywin Lannister. If we are fighting each other, we are not fighting him!”

“The pardon was signed by Robert Baratheon and it’s dated from the year we met,” Daenerys pressed. “Why were you pardoned? Unless you are saying this document is forged…”

“It is not.”

“Why then?”

“I sent letters to Varys, the Spymaster of King's Landing.”

“What was the content of those letters?”

“Information.”

“What kind of information?” she asked through gritted teeth. It had been him, her closest advisor, her friend; the only man she had truly trusted besides Drogo. “Did you tell them I was carrying Drogo’s child?”

“I -”

“Did you tell them I was carrying his child or not,Jorah?” She asked once again as she walked down the steps to meet him. He stood as well and looked into her eyes in shame.

“Yes.”

“That wine merchant tried to poison me because you passed that information along.”

“I stopped you from drinking the wine.”

“Because you knew!”

“Because I suspected.”

“You betrayed me, from the first moment we met.”

“Forgive me. I never meant - please, Khaleesi.”

She looked away from him. “You sold my secrets to the man who killed my father and stole my brother’s throne and you want me to forgive you?” She asked incredulously.

“I have loved you…”

“Love? Love? How can you say that to me? Any other man I know would have you executed, but you, you I don’t want in my city, alive or dead. Go back to your masters in King’s Landing and collect your pardon, if you can.”

“Daenerys, please!” He said, grasping her hand.

“Don’t ever presume to touch me again or speak my name. You have until dusk to collect your things and leave. If you are found in Meereen past the break of day, I’ll have your head thrown into Slaver's Bay.” Having passed the order, Daenerys retired to her chambers for the rest of the day, only allowing the company of Missandei, who hugged her and let Danny rest her head on her lap. She caressed her hair until Daenerys didn’t have any more tears to cry. Missandei made sure she ate and carried on despite everything, and in that moment, Daenerys was at least thankful to have one more friend left.

BRAN

Hodor pulled Bran’s cart through the blizzard and even to him it was not an easy feat. Jojen and Meera trailed behind, looking weaker and weaker every day, but Jojen refused to stop and rest.

As Jojen finally collapsed from exhaustion, Hodor pulled Bran above the next hill and the sunrays finally reached him. The light was almost blinding when he looked up to the weirwood tree.

“Look, Jojen!” Bran said with excitement. “There it is!”

Meera helped her brother stand once again and join Bran atop the hill.

Around the tree there was no storm, no darkness, only a tranquil set of hills surrounding a clearing with a cave underneath. The tree itself was much much bigger than any Bran had ever seen, but it still had the familiar white trunk and blood red leafs.

Summer took the lead, running to the entrance of the cave and waiting for them, but just when Bran and Hodor were making it through the clearing, Meera screamed. A dead man had grabbed onto Jojen from under the ground and was trying to pull him down.

“Hodor, go!” Bran said, and watched him run towards his friends, more skeletal hands hurting from beneath the ice.

Meera was able to pull her brother free but another dead body crawled after them. The more they stayed in the clearing, the more dead men tried to kill them. Some had actual flesh left and were stronger than the others, running faster, swinging their weapons harder at them.

Finally another body made it to the surface, this time going after Bran, but Summer took care of it in an instant.

Not knowing what else to do, Bran entered Hodor’s mind and started fighting the dead as best as he could, only managing to keep them at bay momentarily.

Then he heard Jojen scream as he was stabbed by one of them. The other two coming after Bran burst into flames as something exploded behind him.

“Come with us, Brandon Stark,” said a little girl standing at the entrance of the cave.

Meera cried as she held her brother in her arms. He asked her to help him die since she wouldn’t be able to carry him and save herself. So she kissed his forehead and slit his throat, crying as she ran towards the cave.

Hodor, Meera, Summer and Bran ran in and watched the wights explode into bone fragments the moment they set foot inside.

“They can’t follow us here,” the girl said. She looked almost like a mix between a tree and a bird, her skin green, her head crowned with leafs and twigs that grew out of her skull.

“Who are you?”

“The First Men called us children, but we were born long before them.” She walked between the roots of the tree that extended all through the cave. “Come, he waits for you.”

Bran returned to his body and let Hodor carry him, following the girl until they saw a man; a very old man, twisted inside the tree roots as if he’d been there for so long they’d become one and the same.

“You are The Three-Eyed Raven!” Bran said.

“I’ve been many things, now I am what you see.”

Meera stepped forward. “My brother, he led us to you and now-”

The Three-Eyed Raven nodded .”He knew what would happen. From the moment he left, he knew and he went anyway.”

Bran frowned. “How do you know?”

“I’ve been watching you, all of you, all of your lives, with a thousand eyes and one. Now you come to me at last, Brandon Stark.”

“I didn’t want anyone to die for me,” he lamented.

“He died so that you can find what you have lost.”

“You’re going to help me walk again?”

The old man shook his head. “You’ll never walk again, but you will learn to fly.”

JON

Jon stood atop The Wall, looking out to the forest as he wrapped his furs tightly around his frame. If he was honest with himself it was a bit terrifying to think about what was to come, but he at least had his brother and his friends with him.

Dan shivered dramatically and Jon couldn’t help but laugh. “You should go to sleep, little brother.”

“No, I’m fine. I’ll be fine.”

“Go. Find Sam; have something hot to drink, you need it.” Dan considered it for a moment, pursing his lips and nodding before going in search of Sam.

Not half an hour had gone by when Grenn ran up to him, his face pale as snow. “They are attacking the south gate.”

Jon looked out to the forest, a flicker of light rapidly spreading through the trees. To his side the horn sounded twice to announce the arrival of the wildlings. They were being attacked from both sides. The Wall would probably hold them off, but the south gate…

It was said that the origin of many rules and practices still used by the men of the Night’s Watch came as a consequence of the trespaces of the first Lord Commander. A man who lay with an Ice Queen and brought her beyond The Wall, calling himself a King, taking the Castle for himself and using the defences at the south gate as well so that nobody would defeat him. Maester Aemon told him that story and let him know that the thought of that ever happening again was the reason the brothers of The Watch could take no wife, father no children, and they couldn’t fortify their south gates, since the threat of winter only came from the North.

DAN

When Dan finally made it down, he heard someone yelling orders. They needed to man the south gate. He could see Sam at the bridge with some of the others. Dan was no great archer but he would help in whatever he could.

Rushing past Alliser Thorne, he stood by Sam. “What can I do?”

“Do you know how to shoot arrows?”

“Yes, but I’m not very good,” Dan said. “At least not with a moving target.”

“Do you hit the target sometimes?”

“Yes, about half the time,” Dan said.

“Well, that is a relief,” Sam said. “Pyp here can hit the target none of the times.”

“I’m a steward,” mumbled Pyp.

Dan nodded. “Alright. Stand up for me,” he said. He stood by Pyp and showed him a good posture to shoot, trying to not be distracted as he saw a group of wildlings running towards them. “Light them up,” he said.

Pyp ran their oil covered arrows through the fire and passed one back to him.

“Nock, draw, take a deep breath… keep your eyes on the target aaand…. Loose!” Dan hit one of the wildlings in the middle of the forehead while Pyp missed but not by a lot. “Again!”

Sam handed them more arrows and this time they both hit the target.

The closer they got, the easier it got for Dan to realise who was the leader, and he would be a problem. He was the wildling equivalent of The Mountain, just with red hair and a bushy beard. He was surprisingly handsome, but Dan pushed that thought aside and kept helping Pyp.

Dan hit the leader of them once, but before they knew it, the wildlings had climbed up to the bridge; they hadn’t even bothered trying the gate since they were extremely good at climbing. His heart twinged as he remembered Bran; even though he now knew his brother did not die in Winterfell, Dan was still unsure if they would ever see each other again.

JON

As the thousands upon thousands of wildlings ran to The Wall, the archers were on first duty, trying to get as many as they could before they got the chance to attack. Hundreds of fiery arrows crossed the night sky, claiming souls on their path.

Another wave of wildlings started climbing up The Wall with peaks and ropes, trying to get to them before they were taken down. Luckily for Jon, The Wall was no easy feat.

Grenn elbowed Jon and pointed at the giants handling a mammoth that were going straight for the north gate. “They are going to attack the gate!”

“The gate will hold,” said Ser Janos.

“Those are giants riding mammoths down there!” Jon yelled, losing his composure for a second.

“No such thing as mammoths. Those - are stories for the children.” Ser Janos was shaking from head to toe, refusing to look down.

Grenn looked into Jon’s eyes, ran for a few seconds and returned, letting Ser Janos know that Thorne needed him below.

Once the cowardly man had run out of their business, Jon led the archers into a series of quick attacks, first aiming at those waiting to attack, then aiming at those who were making the climb, but when one of the giants kneeled and drew his own arrow Jon almost fell back getting out of the way. Moments later, the small platform he had been standing on was shattered to pieces by it.

The main target changed entirely to the giant with the bow and within a few minutes, the arches together were able to bring him down together, but the other two had tied the outer gathe to the mammoth and were pulling at it. If they didn’t do something, the gate would be breached and that would be the end of every single one of them.

The barrels with pieces of glass and metal were let loose on them first. It didn’t make a difference on the giants but it helped with those humans beside them.

“Grenn, the outer gate won’t hold. Take five men and hold the inner gate.”

“Aye,” said Grenn, hesitating for a moment before hugging Jon tightly.

Jon knew it, but he didn’t want to allow the thought to enter his mind on a conscious level, it wouldn’t do him any good during the battle. He patted his friend’s back and let him go. Grenn smiled at him as he went below to follow his orders.

DAN

An arrow pierced Pyp’s neck, startling Dan. Sam caught his friend in his arms and Dan kneeled at their side.

“It’s alright, Pyp. You will be fine, you will be just fine.”

Dan held Pyp’s hand nodding, not knowing what to do, but the look Sam gave him let him know that it wouldn’t be long. The least they could do was to keep him company until the end.

“We’re here. You’re not alone.”

Finally, Pyp let out his last breath. Sam dropped a kiss on his forehead and shut his eyes before settling him against the wall.

“Come on, Sam,” Dan said and Sam nodded as a wildling climbed onto the bridge. They had to run. They had lost the bridge entirely and it was time to reunite with the others.

Dan had his sword drawn but didn’t know what to do; this was so different from the only battle he had participated in.

Alliser Thorne stood on the stairs and addressed the men. “Brothers, a hundred generations have defended this castle; she’s never fallen before and she will not fall tonight!” he yelled. “Those are Thenns at our walls. They eat the flesh of the men they kill. Do you wanna fill the belly of a Thenn tonight?”

Dan’s eyes widened. The Thenns were a wildling tribe, the one further north from the rest, they only spoke the Old Tongue and were their better, most cruel warriors.

“No!” yelled everyone.

“Tonight we fight! And when the sun rises, I promise you, Castle Black will stand!” Thorne screamed.

“Yes!”

“The Night’s Watch will stand!” He continued.

“Yes!”

“With me, now! With me!” Ser Alliser said, and Dan didn’t hesitate to follow the man, along with the others. He may be a horrible person, but he knew how to lead fighters.

They clashed with those coming from the bridge, fighting sword to sword. Dan tried to not think about anything as he killed as many wildlings as he could. He froze when he saw one of the Thenns, covered in decorative scars; they all had it but this man had the most. It had to be their leader or someone important.

Closing his eyes and hoping that he wouldn’t end up in his opponent’s stomach, Dan charged at him, ending on his back soon, but managing to push his sword up the Thenn’s stomach. The red headed man came screaming at him, but Thorne crossed his path first.

He fought in such a way that left Dan in awe. Ser Alliser managed to fend off the wildling for more than a few minutes, but when he was badly injured, he let himself fall off the upper floor onto a pile of hay and was dragged out of the battle. His voice screaming “Hold that fucking gate!” Could still be heard.

Sam ran past him mumbling something about needing more men; Dan watched him put an arrow through a Thenn’s head with a crossbow and beg the little boy, Olly, to take him up and wait for his signal since he was coming back with more men.

As he ran to fight the red headed wildling, Dan saw Olly nod and run back to his hiding place.

JON

“Oil” Jon called.

“Oil on the ramp!” Repeated Edd.

The barrels of oil were loaded to the ramp above the gate, they were lit on fire and thrown onto the giants and mammoth trying to breach the gate. One of the giants and the mammoth died soon after, but this only served to anger the remaining giant, who decided to try to lift the gate with his own hands.

Jon’s eyes widened at his strength and called for more oil. With any luck they could kill him before he managed to break it. He felt a hand on his arm and turned to see Sam at his side.

“We need more men below, now!” Sam said.

Nodding, Jon walked up to Edd. “Edd, you have The Wall. I have to go below, If they try the mammoths again, drop fire on them, if the climbers get too high, drop the scythe on them.”

He walked to the winch and called over his shoulder: “Come on brothers, fight with me!”

As they made their way down, Jon handed the keys to Sam. “Get them and go hide,” he said.

“I can’t hide, I should be fighting with you.”

“I need them more than I need you right now.”

Sam finally relented and let Ghost, Balerion and Greywind out. Within minutes, the battle had changed incredibly. Ghost was able to lead his brothers to attack the right people, taking them out one of one.

Jon saw Dan fighting with one of the Thenns and helped him give the finishing blow before grabbing a crossbow and putting an arrow through one of the wildling leaders, the last one standing.

“Let it end.”

“This is how a man ends!” He yelled and tried to keep fighting with his all, but his leg gave out first.

“Put him in chains,” Jon said. He could be valuable in negotiations with Mance. The first night was over, but the war was still raging.

That night Jon tried to sleep but his mind wouldn’t stop racing. One hundred thousand men, against one hundred at castle black. He would have to negotiate or go on a mission to kill Mance and hope that the tribes started fighting each other again.

#phanfiction #phanfic #ospbb 2022 #phan #phan au #succubusphan fics #game of thrones #got fic

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I just can’t with Dany sometimes. “Oh, you believe my touch brings luck? You want me to name your baby? Well, okay I suppose, if it makes you feel better 😌”

She’s so clueless about her god complex, it’s adorable.

It IS an interesting, contradictory passage!

Dany feels restless and goes riding. Life is hard when you’re a conqueror and it interrupts your daydreaming about the blue-eyed murderer who brings you romantic flowers like “daggerleaf” or “harpy’s gold”...

When she looked over one shoulder, there it stood, the afternoon sun blazing off the bronze harpy atop the Great Pyramid. Inside Meereen the slavers would soon be reclining in their fringed tokars to feast on lamb and olives, unborn puppies, honeyed dormice and other such delicacies, whilst outside her children went hungry. A sudden wild anger filled her. I will bring you down, she swore. (...)

She could see her ships standing out to sea. Balerion floated nearest; the great cog once known as Saduleon, her sails furled. Further out were the galleys Meraxes and Vhagar, formerly Joso's Prank and Summer Sun. They were Magister Illyrio's ships, in truth, not hers at all, and yet she had given them new names with hardly a thought. Dragon names, and more; in old Valyria before the Doom, Balerion, Meraxes, and Vhagar had been gods.

Dany had armed the former slaves as best she could with weapons from Astapor and Yunkai, and Ser Jorah had organized the fighting men into four strong companies, yet she saw no one drilling here. They passed a driftwood fire where a hundred people had gathered to roast the carcass of a horse. She could smell the meat and hear the fat sizzling as the spit boys turned, but the sight only made her frown.

Children ran behind their horses, skipping and laughing. Instead of salutes, voices called to her on every side in a babble of tongues. Some of the freedmen greeted her as "Mother," while others begged for boons or favors. Some prayed for strange gods to bless her, and some asked her to bless them instead. She smiled at them, turning right and left, touching their hands when they raised them, letting those who knelt reach up to touch her stirrup or her leg. Many of the freedmen believed there was good fortune in her touch. If it helps give them courage, let them touch me, she thought. There are hard trials yet ahead . . .

Dany had stopped to speak to a pregnant woman who wanted the Mother of Dragons to name her baby when someone reached up and grabbed her left wrist. (ASOS, Daenerys V)

She is angry that the slavers are eating while her children are hungry, but when the freedmen are eating instead of performing military drills, she frowns.

She gave Illyrio’s ships new names, godlike dragon names.

She doesn’t question that the freedmen treat her like a godess and would likely name their children as requested, too, as if they were “her own” the way Illyrio’s ships aren’t. Because she is the Mother of Dragons.

She takes along only one guard because “She had no enemies among her children.”

What are they, Dany? Children or a disappointingly uneffective army weighing you down? Because I’m missing the part where you approve of their eating and their freedom. But then, we know what your dragon children mean to you: grow, fly, burn, win your war. Mother of dragons indeed. A mother figure like the harpy will be to her “sons”.

Most tellingly, she swears to bring down the harpy that angers her. What happens, when she goes riding atop her horse among “her freedmen”?

“Not so hard,” she started to say, but before she could finish he’d yanked her bodily from the saddle. The ground came up and knocked the breath from her, as her silver whinnied and backed away. Stunned, Dany rolled to her side and pushed herself onto one elbow …

… and then she saw the sword.

“There’s the treacherous sow,” he said. “I knew you’d come to get your feet kissed one day.”

Someone certainly was brought down.

#anti daenerys targaryen #god complex

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Daenerys Meta Masterpost Part 2c - ASOIAF

This is a continuation of my Daenerys Meta Masterpost Part 2 and Part 2b.

I’ve compiled more than 2000 metas about Daenerys, both about the books and the show, and I intend to constantly update this post with more metas. The metas listed here will be linked to their reblogs in my blog, (since many people tend to change their usernames, and I don’t want the links to stop working in this case). Of the metas linked here, the ones that I wrote are in bold text. It’s also important to note that the metas here reflect my own opinions about the characters, I don’t claim to be listing every meta that was ever written about Daenerys.

Tumblr has a limit of 250 links that can be put in a single post. Once you reach that limit, your links will no longer appear. Which is why I am making this continuation of my previous Masterpost, because Parts 2 and 2b reached this limit of links, since I constantly update it with new metas as I reblog them in this blog.

The topics of this part will be the same as parts 2 and 2b: metas about Dany’s parallels and relationships with other characters (with the exception of Arya, Bran, Jon, Sansa and Tyrion, that were listed in part 1).

Please check parts 2, 2b, 2c and 2d if you’re looking for meta about any of these topics.

This is a list about the books, but there might be a few metas that mix books and show if I think they bring up interesting points about the books.

Link to the complete Masterpost: HERE

Last update: January 13 2024

OBS: This post has reached (or is close to reaching) the limit of links established by Tumblr (250 links). To read more metas about the topics of this part 2c, see the PART 2D.

MULTIPARALLELS/RELATIONSHIPS (between Dany and more than one character)

Dany, Arya and Lyanna being fond of flowers

Identity crisis are a common theme for many characters

GRRM's logic for adding more POV characters

Edit: Dany's parallels with several of her ancestors

The theme of love vs duty in the storyline of several characters, including Dany's

How both Quentyn and Young Griff are contrasted to Dany in terms of maturity and called "boys" in comparison to her, and how Quentyn is a mirror to Aegon

Dany, Tyrion, Cersei and Sansa and how they approach organizing feasts and waste of food

Dany, Cersei and Sansa and their views on queenship

Edit: ASOIAF characters + being young

POV chapter word counts (AGoT - ADwD)

POV Chapter word count by house and divided between key 5 and other characters (AGoT - ADwD)

POV chapter word counts (AGoT - ADwD) - Westerosi politics vs other storylines

Dany, Brienne and Arianne being described as someone "meant to be kissed"

ASOIAF characters subverting the monster trope

Siblings in ASOIAF ending up ruling instead of the siblings that were supposed to rule

Dany, Arianne and Myrcella + Little Princess

Dany, Arianne and Asha parallels

Edit: asoiaf + gentle heart

The contrasts between Dany, Young Griff and Cersei in Tyrion VI ADWD

Drogon's black fire parallels Aegon's Balerion, as well as the conflict between the blacks and the greens when one considers Cersei's wildfire

lyanna 🤝 rhaegar 🤝 dany 🤝 jon 🤝 arya + appreciating nature

Parallels are more than just superficial similarities

Edit: Dany, Cersei and Catelyn: motherhood and death

Dany, Catelyn and Cersei: their parallels and contrasts regarding motherhood

Contrasts between Dany, Jaime and Sansa when it comes to humility and self-reflection

Parallels between Aegon and Quentyn in their quests to marry Dany

Edit: ASOIAF + The Mark of Nymeria

Viserys and Quentyn try to steal Dany's dragons and fail

Daenerys, Melisandre, Cersei and association with fire

Edit: Daenerys, Cersei and Sansa + on being a queen

ASOIAF women + drawing strength from their sigils

Edit: Dany, Arya and Cersei + getting their heads shaved

Edit: Dany, Arya and Lyanna parallels

Dany's people would not be better without her and it would not be good for them if Dany died

Dany reconnecting to her dragon nature is a good thing, as accepting one's own nature is shown as a positive thing for several characters, while rejecting one's nature is usually a bad thing

Dany wanting the Iron Throne is no different or more selfish than the beliefs and desires of several characters in this world

Edit: Daenerys and the women who physically resemble her

A list of women who are descendants of Rhaenyra Targaryen

Edit: ASOIAF + Virtues and Sins of Foils/Counterparts

Compilation of passages about Irri, Jhiqui, Aggo, Rakharo and Jhogo

Protecting the weak — Lyanna, Arya, Jon and Dany

General parallels between ASOIAF characters and the characters of the Dance of Dragons

Dany as a foil to Robert, Stannis and Cersei when it comes to children and politics

Supping on some emotion

Dany's relationship with the Unsullied

A Clash of Crowns

House Targaryen & Forbidden Love

Daenerys, Renly and Asha + peaches

Characters interpreting the starry sky differently

Dany, Jaime, Cersei and Tyrion interpreting the stars in the sky

GRRM makes different characters make different decisions and end up in the same place to highlight there are no easy choices

Characters seeing dancers in the flames

An eye for an eye justice against slavers

ASOIAF is not a story about characters being genetically determined

Women being given heads and swords instead of flowers

Dany's parallels with several Targaryen women with similar names to her

Dany, Arya, Cersei + not weeping

Dany, Cersei, Catelyn and Sansa + "I must be strong"

Edit: ASOIAF + "wise beyond their years"

ASOIAF + Wind and words

Dany is descended from many unlikely heirs, and is unlikely herself

Weirwood and ebony doors

Edit: Dany, Cersei, Euron and storms

Interpretations of the red comet

A list of crowns, tiaras and diadems in ASOIAF

GRRM loves convoluted succession

Several characters on the value of life

DANY/AEGON THE CONQUEROR

Dany being compared to Aegon the Conqueror

Daenerys is the Aegon in the gender reverse three heads of the dragon

Dany and her connection to Aegon the Conqueror

The names of Dany's brothers and dragons parallel the names of Aegon's sisters

Daeneys and Aegon listening to all their subjects

Aegon🤝Dany saying “respect my guest”

Viserys' expectation that Drogon will be the new Aegon and Dany becoming the new Aegon

Edit: Daenerys and Aegon I parallels

DANY/AEGON III

Dany and Aegon III downplaying themselves by using their age

DANY/AEGON V

Dany and Aegon V like scalding baths

Daenerys is more similar to Aegon V than Young Griff

DANY/AEMON

A chapter transition between Aemon talking about his lost family and thinking he's the last of his house to Dany, who thinks the same

DANY/AERYS II

Daenerys is very different from her father, the mad king Aerys II Targaryen

DANY/ALYSANNE

Daenerys and Alysanne: outlawing rape and facing backlash from patriarchal leadership

Edit: Dany and Alysanne disregarding superstitions

DANY/ARIANNE

Dany and Arianne seek to read fanciful tales as a form of escapism during difficult times

Dany and Arianne are unwilling to hurt children for political goals

Dany and Arianne subsume their grief into anger

Edit: Daenerys Targaryen and Arianne Martell + parallels

Why it would be interesting for Dany and Arianne to get along

DANY/BARRISTAN

Dany and Ser Barristan's relationship

The foreshadowing of Barristan going to Dany instead of other claimants

DANY/BRIENNE

Dany and Brienne are both willing to die to protect people they are honor bound to protect

Brienne and Dany both follow an abstract moral contract, rather than the explicit, conventional, restricted feudal contract typical of rulers and high lords

Daenerys and Brienne both believe that a leader should always try to protect their people, no matter how small their chance of success

Dany and Brienne both valuing women

Edit: a true monarch and a true knight

Dany and Brienne being distrustful in the kindness of people

Dany and Brienne growing to see people they despised in a different light

The connection between Dany and Brienne's ancestors

How Dany and Brienne defy gender roles

DANY/CERSEI

The YMBQ and how it fits the timeline for Cersei and Dany

One reason Dany should be the YMBQ is that Cersei never sees the possibility of a queen in her own right taking her down, instead of a consort

Dany and Cersei and their vengeance on Robert

The argument that "Cersei knows she's a bad person while Dany thinks she's a good person but isn't" is an incorrect argument; in fact, the opposite is true

The death of a patriarchal, abusive figure is the pivoting point from which Cersei and Dany gain agency and power

Dany and Cersei and their contrast on burning things

What Dany and Cersei want to wear in their hair

Why the Young Most Beautiful Queen is a queen, not just any person

Why Daenerys Targaryen and Cersei Lannister are foils:

Relationship with the common people: (7)

Their thoughts and feelings about physical beauty

Their parallels and anti-parallels in ADWD Daenerys I & AFFC Cersei I

Why Dany and Cersei are foils

DANY/DAARIO

Edit: Daario genuinely caring about Dany

Dany's relationship with Daario is choice, Dany and Jon are fate

The nuance her relationship with Daario offers to Dany's character

DANY/DAEMON TARGARYEN

Dany and Daemon gelding rapists

DANY/DAENERYS MARTELL/PRINCESS DAENERYS

The three Daenerys and their claims to the throne, and what this might mean for Dany

Edit: daenerys targaryen and daenerys targaryen martell + parallels

The two Daenerys and their thoughts on children

Edit: Some Dany and Daenerys Martell parallels

Our Daenerys will do the things the two first Daenerys were supposed to

The fact that the first two Daenerys were denied power might mean Dany will have that power

DANY/DAERON THE DARING

The double standards in the fandom between Dany and Daeron the Daring

DANY/DAVOS

Other than Stannis, Dany would be a Westerosi noble that would value Davos' council

DANY/DROGO

Why Drogo buying Dany can be considered sex slavery

DANY/ELIA

A parallel between Dany and Elia: both valuing Tyrion's life and not being prejudiced towards him

DANY/EROEH

Dany trying to save Eroeh and failing is still better than doing nothing, and she's not to blame for what Drogo's men did to Eroeh later

Dany + thinking about Eroeh throughout the books

DANY/EURON

Daenerys is not the tall woman beside Euron in Aeron’s dream

About the possible conflict between Dany and Euron and prophecies that might point to this

Euron vs. Dany: The Second Dance of Dragons

The foreshadowing about Dany and Euron meeting is foreshadowing of an enmity, not a romance

Daario and Euron are not the same person

DANY/HIZDAHR

Hizdahr in Dany's story represents the normalcy of evil

DANY/IRRI

Why using the argument of power imbalances to claim that Dany raped Irri makes no sense

Irri is capable of choosing to have sex

DANY/JAIME

How Dany could help Jaime view fire in a new way, and how Jaime's connection to Rhaegar could help with their relationship

DANY/JEYNE POOLE

Dany and Jeyne parallels in regards to their weddings

DANY/JOFFREY

Dany and Joffrey's opposite reactions when being gifted books

DANY/JORAH

Jorah is going to hate Jon

Jorah and nipples in a breastplate

Why Jorah leaving Dany's side was symbolically important

DANY/MARGAERY

Dany and Margaery are both disparaged as "little queens"

DANY/MELISANDRE

Daenerys and Melisandre: finding strength, power and healing from fire

Dany and Melisandre feeling the fire inside them

DANY/MERIA MARTELL

The rumors Dany's enemies spread about her sexual life are similar to the rumors people spread about Meria

DANY/MIRRI MAZ DUUR

More confirmation on the appendix that Mirri killed Rhaego

Daenerys is not dark or more flawed than other characters for killing Mirri

Dany, as a victim, has the right to be imperfect just like Mirri, but the fandom can't deal with that nuance

The different fandom reactions to Catelyn and Cersei avenging their children and Dany avenging her child

Dany is not "ignorant" for not forgiving Mirri

If Sansa is not responsible for the crimes of the Lannisters, neither is Dany responsible for Drogo's crimes and Mirri was wrong in turning her anger to Dany

The fandom is hypocritical when they criticize other characters for acting influenced by prophecies, while defending Mirri for murdering Dany's child because of a prophecy

What Mirri did to Dany was awful

Mirri's actions harmed the slaves Dany was protecting

More evidence that Mirri killed Rhaego

Both Dany and Mirri had legitimate reasons for their actions and the situation is meant to be nuanced

Dany would not be cheered on if she was in Dany's place

About Dany killing Mirri

DANY/MISSANDEI

Daenerys and Missandei parallel: crying at night, comforting each other and choosing to stay together

Missandei and Arya editing insults

Edit: Missandei and Arya parallels

Edit: Missandei being empathetic, observant and a good listener

Daenerys and Missandei finding comfort in each other

DANY/NED

About Ned protecting Dany and whether he would support Dany or not

Edit: Dany and Ned and their treatment of child hostages

What would Ned think of Dany (and of his decision to show her mercy) if he saw her now?

DANY/NETTLES

Nettles, the Last of the Old Dragonriders, and Daenerys, the First of the New

DANY/NYMERIA

Parallels and fandom double standards between Dany and Nymeria, and why Dany is more righteous than Nymeria

DANY/QUENTYN

Edit: Why Dany left a positive impression on Quentyn Martell

About Dany being dutiful while Quentyn cares more about his heroism, and how GRRM uses this to subvert conventional male chivalry

Dany is not "racist" for rejecting Quentyn (with a few additions here and here)

DANY/RHAEGAR

Dany and Rhaegar longing for family

Does Dany need to be "set straight" about her brother Rhaegar?

Dany's relationship with Rhaegar

Dany is Rhaegar’s heir and he passed the knowledge about Aegon’s dream to her during her vision

Daenerys & Rhaegar: A Legacy

Edit: Dany being referred to as Rhaegar's sister

Dany and Rhaegar being regarded as the most beautiful people alive

Targaryen week 2023: Family dynamics - Daenerys and Rhaegar

Dany and Rhaegar not dwelling on the past

The irony of people being relieved that Rhaegar is gone while Dany is like Rhaegar reborn

Trying to vilify Rhaegar is a disservice to Dany's story

DANY/RHAELLA

Daenerys Month Day 2- Underrated relationships and dynamics :Rhaella and Daenerys Targaryen

Dany accomplished a destiny that Rhaella couldn't

DANY/RHAENYRA

Parallels between Dany and Rhaenyra's lovers

Edit: Dany receiving the knowledge of Aegon's prophecy from Rhaegar parallels Rhaenyra receiving this knowledge from her father

How Rhaenyra not being considered a queen in official history might be because of GRRM's intention to make Dany the first ruling queen

How Rhaenyra's legacy lives on in Dany while Alicent's legacy is dead

Dany and Rhaenyra wishing to be stolen away from their wedding by their lovers

Edit: Rhaenyra Targaryen and Daenerys Targaryen + Parallels and anti-parallels

Edit: Dany and Rhaenyra's coronations

Lyman Beesbury and Ned Stark defended Rhaenyra and Dany in the small council

Edit: SIMILARITIES BETWEEN BOOK!DAENERYS’ AND SHOW!RHAENYRA’S VIEWS ON QUEENSHIP

DANY/ROBB

Edit: Robb and Dany being demonized by their enemies

Similarities in Dany and Robb's battle plans

Edit: Dany and Robb both being compared to Aegon the Conqueror

Edit: Dany and Robb foils and parallels

Robb & Dany’s advisors telling them it’s not the time for grieving

DANY/ROBERT BARATHEON

Robert imposes himself on his subjects and takes resources from them, while Dany shares and suffers with her people

Daenerys is the opposite of Robert Barathen (plus one more response to the Dany anti that compared them)

Edit: contrast between Dany and Robert when it comes to killing children

DANY/SKAHAZ

Arguments against the theory that Skahaz is the wolf Dany heard and that he poisoned the locusts

DANY/STANNIS

All the things Stannis stans admire about him and think that makes him better than Dany, Dany actually has and does it better

Daenerys and Stannis and their contrasts when forging Lightbringer and fake Lightbringer

Important anti-parallel between Stannis & Dany: Food and Politics

Contrast between Dany and Stannis when it comes to their comparisons to Aegon the Conqueror

Edit: Contrast between Daenerys and Stannis when it comes to respecting other people’s religions

Edit: Dany and Stannis dreaming of their dead brothers

Edit: Anti-Parallels With Current Rulers – Stannis Baratheon

Dany and Stannis on complicity

"Why me, and not my brothers?"

DANY/THEON

Dany and Theon + home

Parallels between Theon I ADWD and Dany IX ADWD

DANY/VAL

Edit: Daenerys and Val parallels

Dany and Val's contrast regarding children

DANY/VICTARION

Victarion thinks misogynistic things about Dany and will end up being defeated by her

DANY/VISERYS

Viserys raising his sister alone is no explanation for his behavior

Dany antis like Viserys, even though he is everything they accuse Dany of being

Dany saying that fire cannot kill a dragon is not a literal statement of the dragon’s physical ability but a reaction to her abuser dying before her eyes

Edit: antiparallel of Dany adapting and Viserys rejecting Dothraki culture

Edit: Daenerys as a survivor of Viserys abuse

The irony of Viserys calling hilself a dragon while wanting to sell dragon eggs

Dany was submissive to Viserys almost to the end, until he threatened her baby and she reconceptualized what a dragon was

DANY/WIDOW OF THE WATERFRONT

The contrasts between Dany and the Widow and what they did with the power they gained

DANY/XARO XHOAN DAXOS

Xaro claiming to be a man of peace but waging war on Dany to keep slavery

DANY/YOUNG GRIFF

It's possible that Dany that will look like the hero in Westeros and Aegon the villain

About whether there will be a dance of dragons between Dany and Aegon and whether this would lead to Dany destroying King's Landing

Without Tyrion's meddling, would the alliance between Dany and Aegon have worked?

What would be more in character for Dany accept Young Griff of distrust him?

Edit: Dany and Young Griff contrast - maturity

Dany wouldn't want to kill Young Griff

Dany has already slayed the lie of Faegon

Double standards between Dany and Young Griff, and why Young Griff doesn't fit Varys' speech

How Dany is the one who truly embodies Varys' speech

Daenerys is more similar to Aegon V than Young Griff

Evidences that Young Griff isn't Rhaegar's son

Reasons why Young Griff isn't Rhaegar's son and is the mummer's dragon

Illyrio's argument that the Golden Company would support a Targaryen because the Blackfyre male line is extinct has flaws

Young Griff is a fabricated Aegon V, while Dany and Jon are actual parallels to Aegon V

Young Griff idolizes Rhaegar just like Dany

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