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themotherofblood · 1 year

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Dark!Daemyra Targaryen x Crybaby!Reader

A/N: y’all filthies were hungry for part two so here we go, again do not come at me. This is very taboo with dad Daemon and step mom Rhaenyra. Feel free to skip this if it ain’t your cup of tea; I have other vanilla ones. A little angsty start!! Not proof read. I’m going to bed lol I will do it later :)

tw: naive reader, dubcon-ish,breastfeeding (lactation kink), infantilism, incest!, spanking.

It has been eight moons since Rhaenyra Targaryen claimed the Iron Throne, it had been a bloody affair truly- her own kin beheaded and hanging off the gates of the Red Keep as an example.

Usurp the throne and pay its price.

People that Y/N once called family all hung from the gates, her favourite aunt in chains with her little cousins. Daemon and Rhaenyra did their best to keep their children away from the monstrosity that followed with war, however keeping Jace, Luke, Baela and Rhaena proved to being harder. They won the throne regardless with every green supporter executed or incarcerated. Only after Rhaenyra secured her position did she send for her eldest daughter to be brought to King’s Landing from Dragonstone.

The battle had turned both Rhaenyra and Daemon bitter, while to the court they had begun celebrating their victory. With enormous galas being thrown for their children’s engagements. Both Jace and Baela being named future heir to the throne, they had begun being more involved in the politicking while Rhaena and Luke began to make journeys with their grandfather Corlys.

You felt alone in it all- Joff, Aegon and Viserys were all little making them the joy of everyone’s eyes and what remained of you? A mere bastard girl at court with nothing to her name. You were happy that the war ended, that your mother sat the throne; your family whole. You had spent all your life hidden, buried in your books or lost in the gardens. You didn’t care much for courtly attention, what you did care for were your kepa and mūna.

You went from nursing yourself to sleep in between them for many moons to the war making them forget of your existence, you waited, you truly did. However as the days passed, the more scared you became. You would cry yourself to sleep with fear of death, and now you felt alone. You stood at court and yet no one saw you. A giant table set for supper and yet there was just you awaiting your family. They never came.

You had found solace elsewhere, making multiple trips with your lady’s maids to the city as everybody made efforts to sew Kings Landing back to its proper glory, many of Daemon’s gold cloaks would accompany you; not wanting to loose their heads to dark sister. You offered baskets of milk, clothing and food out to the people of flea bottom and perhaps in those few hours you spent with the common people. You felt more seen than you had in over six months, your visits became frequent, and while Daemon and Rhaenyra believed you were holed up deep in the libraries in the Red Keep; you read stories to children at the Blackwater beaches.

You learned of tales of your own birth and how you might have been one of these common people had your father not been so considerate of his own blood. It warmed you heart and yet upset you more. He never spoke of your birth mother and you never questioned him on the matter, not until you sent out your lady’s maid to find the tavern you took birth in. It was weeks until they returned with the name of the tavern, which too they relayed to you with hesitation. A princess in a tavern…blasphemy.

You had found your people, while your mother perished while birthing you, an older tavern wench recognized your lilac eyes the second you set foot into her establishment, they cared for you the first eight moons of your existence until gold cloaks came knocking down their door to retrieve you for your kepus, the King. They did not fight, mayhaps their one child of many would be raised in riches. They closed the bar down as they celebrated your return.

Everyone of the barmaids began hounding you with questions.

“Do ya remember us little lady?” one questioned “I bathed you as babey”

“Aye- but I named ya little fires!” a woman named Chataya replied.

“Tell us litte fires, have ya gotten one of those monsters?” the older woman questioned, you happily smiled as you nodded your head.

“Vermithor.” you said smiling ear to ear.

“Vermithor!” they all cheered as they raised their cups of ale, making you flinch but giggle along. You spent a better part of that afternoon basking in happiness, there wasn’t a single room in the Red Keep that spread with this much joy at your presence.

That evening at the square named you the Princess of Flea Bottom.

A fitting title for a very different reason from when Daemon was named the very thing for his whoring habits.

Just as always even tonight, other than Joffrey everybody seemed to have found themselves occupied.

“Sorry sister, there are council matters.” Jacearys apologised on his and Baela’s behalf for their inability to join you for supper. Lucearys and Rhaena had extended their stay at Driftmark. You had spent the better part of supper scraping your peas from one end to the other as Joffrey went on about his new horse gifted to him by some lord- Massey? Baremon? You weren’t sure which.

“A proper princess finishes her food!” the shrill voice of Septa Marlow scolded you yet again.

That night you attempted something you would have never tried before, you frustrations seemed to have frozen your nervousness as you pattered your way over to the royal apartments in Maegor’s Holdfast with a book in one hand and a doll in another. Hoping that tonight Daemon might read to you for the night, you wouldn’t even beg to lay with them; merely spend a few moments in their company. The queensgaurd placed by their doors already had succumbed to slumber as he leaned against the wall. Your meek nature made it far to easy to evade him as you entered the Queen’s apartments.

The door to their bed chambers were slightly parted as you heard chatter from within, a burst of joy spread through you. After much time they had been in their bed chambers at an acceptable hour, perhaps tonight you might sleep all through the dark skies till the sun graced King’s Landing. You smiled to yourself, already the forming the sentence of request in your head so you wouldn’t stammer while speaking. Running the words over your head twice before approaching the door.

You peaked in, immediately freezing as your knock barely reached the door. You eyes fixated on the image within the chambers. Your heart sunk, small twitches of anxiety moved through your fingers as your gaze fell upon a girl stood in between Daemon and Rhaenyra. Daemon’s lips attacking her neck as she suckled at Rhaenyra’s breasts, your feet took you backwards. Knocking over the vase placed on a side table by the door, a loud crash through the corridor.

Daemon’s eyes immediately shot to the door, furious at whoever would dare interrupt the Queen and her consort, and even more who would dare to peak in. He pushed the whore on the bed and unsheathed his dagger, ready to swing it at whomever he would find at their chamber doors. He heard hurried shuffling feet as pushed the door open with all its might, the queensgaurd placed at the door looking disheveled as he appeared to make himself look coherent. He stumbled to no evidence to who the onlooker might have been, other than a book laid on the ground.

He picked up the book, turning it to read it’s cover. A tale of romance that perhaps only one person would have read it in all of the Red Keep. He shook his head, cursing himself at what you might have seen as he returned inside to grab his cloak. He threw the book at his wife, who looked at him questioningly; she frowned at the cover as Daemon apologized to the doe eyed whore that both Daemon and Rhaenyra would have enjoyed tormenting.

“Sorry pet, here’s your gold.” He placed four gold coins on her lap before leaving to find you.

You ran as fast as your feet would allow, hiking your skirts with both hands as your discarded your doll by the servants chambers, everyone of them shouting at you; concerned of your well being. You had managed to climb over boxes just as you did with trees and jumped over the lower walls, ridding yourself of the Red Keep. You hated it here, you wanted to go home. You wanted everyone to just return to the days at Dragonstone. The metal fencing tugged at your skirts, ripping through a good inch or two of your lavender skirts and dug into the skin of thigh, drawing blood that in the moment you hadn’t registered somewhere in the scuffle you had also misplaced a slipper, leaving your one foot bare as you escaped. You just ran, escaping the vile portrait of another girl nursing on your mother.

Pushing through crowds of people as you ran towards the Dragonpit, Vermithor had already felt your inner turmoil, growling and freeing himself of his chains as he stomped his way out of his holding to the courtyard; awaiting your arrival as he still growled at the dragonkeeper trying to settle him down. They already knew the sudden outraged behaviour of the bronze dragon had to do with your arrival, in the darkness however they couldn’t tell a thing.

You ran towards your dragon, looking behind you to see if anyone followed which you were sure they would. Your father might have been as furious as you were at them, if not worse.

“Vhalar Vermithor!” you yelled at him.

“Soves!”

You hurried to pull yourself onto his wing, yanking your body up onto your leathered saddle. “Sovētēs!” you ordered once more before your dragon pushed its wings back to fly towards the dark skies. You hadn’t even bothered to tie yourself to him, you just held on as your heart hammered within your chest.

Daemon arrived to the dragonpit moments later, already finding a torn piece of your dress stained in blood and your doll discarded at the servant grounds, he cursed under his breath as Caraxes was brought out of his holding. He wasted no time in mounting his dragon after he made sure that the dragon keepers would send word to his wife. Caraxes would hunt them down to be sure, he had to.

Vermithor flew for hours to be sure; you had not a clue of where he took you. Your mind toiled of far worse things.

What were you thinking? The court didn’t want you and neither did your kin. The word bastard began to ring in your ears as you cried high above the clouds. The more Vermithor flew the more it became apparent that he was flying north, the air began to grow colder until he finally landed upon a strip of mountains. You sighed, looking around at the hill forests as you shuffled off him. You yelped out loud feeling the throb in your thigh, you began trembling again.

You wanted to go home.

You wanted to go back to Dragonstone.

Vermithor grunted, already irked that you had distrupted his sleep and yet he sympathized with your sorrow, the cold that had began to seep into your bones that your torn summer gown did nothing to shield you from. The bronze fury let out a gust of fire, circling around himself and you to keep him warm as he snuggled himself on the grass. You shuffled closer to his neck as you rested against the warm reptilian skin, crying into your hands. Afraid and alone.

Daemon had flown for hours, Caraxes had lost the scent of your dragon past the burning ruins in the Riverlands. He returned at dawn, failing to find you as he stomped into his chambers. He explained it all to Rhaenyra who looked terrified, hurrying to send out ravens to every lord to seek for a bronze dragon and their princess dressed in lavender. Daemon made trips himself, scouring through Dragonstone and Driftmark first, knowing the Vermithor spent most his time on those lands. To no avail.

He regretted no reaching out to you sooner, most of it was to blame the monstrosity that clouded Rhaenyra and his blood at the aftermath of the war. The enjoyed paying whores to leave those girls bruised by the morning, how were they to do that two their own zaldrititos. They couldn’t bare the thought of touching you while their demons ran wild in the sheets, you were far too pure to taint so early. Many night they’d free themselves of the council at late hours, Daemon himself would return covered in blood after he “interrogated” the green sympathisers. He’d peer into your bed chambers just as Rhaenyra would, watching a small frown that they would pet away from your sleeping body.

You had fallen asleep at some point, the simmering burnt grass lulled your sobbing frame to sleep as you hid under Vermithor’s wing. Come morning you woke within the same burnt circle, the sun glaring in your eyes as Vermithor rested from a few feet from you; nibbling on a roasted sheep. You shuffled up, groaning at the throb on your thigh, some where along the night the cut had stopped bleeding but left a better part of your gown soaked in blood.

You groaned as you stood up, looking around to have an inkling of where you might be, you limped toward Vermithor. Petting his skin.

“Can you take me home? Dragonstone?” you asked him, hoping he’d be done with his meal soon. His yellow eyes merely looked at you from his periphery before thudding his head to the ground to rest. “Please?”

He moved his snout to push the leftover sheep towards you, before closing his eyes to slumber.

You had begun to venture around the edge of the woods, luckily finding a pond to wash your wound. More tears followed as the gash burned anew, the cruel cold water bringing you much discomfort. Hours went past, you had begged your bronze dragon to take you home a dozen times, to no avail. He had begun to drag himself to a mountain cave, holding his fresh kill within his mouth as he huffed every two breaths; awaiting your limping frame to keep up with him.

Perhaps this was your home now, you were hungry, and ate around the cooked flesh of the kills Vermithor would hunt, you were in pain. Both physically and mentally, perhaps they didn’t care, perhaps they threw another gala as they were rid of their bastard daughter.

“What if she never returns Daemon?” Rhaenyra sighed as she held rocked baby Visenya to bed. “She won’t survive out there.”

“I know that! Don’t you think I know that?” Daemon snapped, still beating himself over your disappearance. “She has her dragon with her, he will protect her.”

Various lords around the seven kingdoms sent out watch parties, hoping to spot the princess or atleast her dragon. Four days past and not a word, until finally a white raven arrived from The Vale. A parchment containing the sightings of Vermithor atop their mountains and talks of Hill tribes and Mountain men attacking whatever that dragon was trying to hide. All attempts to make contact were met with dragon fire, killing the Knights of The Vale and Hill tribes alike.

Daemon was enraged as he rushed to mount Caraxes, armed with Dark Sister while he rode with all his might to arrive at the Eyrie before the dusk began to decorate the horizon. They pointed toward the taller peak, warning him of Mountain men all guarding the cave for any sitting of the bronze fury. Daemon flew above with Caraxes, watching as the savages below shoot arrows and boulder like rocks in the cave; above all he heard the furious roars of Y/N’s dragon. He had burned every last one of them in a fit of rage, the glowing carnage could be seen from miles below the mountains as Caraxes landed with a thud just outside the caves. Daemon approached the dark cave with stealth, singing a Valyrian lullaby that his grand sire sung for his dragon, one that he sang with Y/N while he helped her claim the enormous beast.

You hid behind your dragon’s tail, groaning in pain as a rock yet again bruised your skin. The first two days stop the mountain were peaceful. You had found yourself berries that kept your fed just enough to curb the rumbling, the fresh water pond helped both you and Vermithor and the gash on your thigh began dry as your cleaned them with washed leaves. Your dress on the other hand, went from lavender to dirt brown in no time, your feet covered in little cuts at you rid yourself of your only slipper. Your family consisted of Vermithor and little cave bugs, that was until the people Vermithor was stealing sheep and goats from came knocking- charging at your door.

You had fought them for two days, with barely enough sleep as they kept throwing things and shooting at Vermithor. He burned them and yet more came, then came knights who knew your name. Perhaps green sympathizers that wanted your head, you burned them too. You cowered behind Vermithor sobbing until you heard a familiar lullaby, you cried louder in your hands, you feared you had succumbed to madness.

“Y/N! Riñītsos?” you heard Daemon’s voice bellow in the darkness. You were sure somebody had come for you, and it sure wasn’t Daemon. You huffed pulling yourself onto Vermithor, hoping to scare away whoever it was.

“Dracarys.” you said, making Vermithor let out a blow of fire around the cave. You sat atop him with agony and rage in your eyes, you were exhausted and were sure you would die by the end of the fortnight. That was until the warm glow of the fire flashed the white haired figure stood at the entrance of the cave.

“nyke issa riñītsos.” his voiced echoed through the cave.

“k-kepa?” you bottom lip wobbled as you shuffled off of Vermithor, barely able to hold your own weight together.

As much as Daemon wanted to run to grab you, he couldn’t. The bronze fury still held a murderous stance towards him, he had to wait for you. You feet slowly limped forward to him, clearing your eyes in the little light that remained in the burning darkness. You whispered his name once more to which he replied, holding his arms out until he saw your body in the light.

Frail, your dress covered in soot, dirt and blood. The braids on your hair undone and unruly, stained in dirt and blood too. Wounds on your arms and a bleeding cut on your head, Daemon took in a sharp breath once he finally had you in his arm, you collapsed- whimpering as he rushed to cover your body with his cloak.

“Iksā ȳgha, iksan vaoreznuni.” He whispered against your temple as he pushed you hair away. Daemon carried you to Caraxes, helping you mount him first before situating himself behind you. He was perturbed to be sure, that you would be so reckless but in the moment he felt nothing but relief as he flew back to the Red Keep with you in his arms.

Two days, it had been two days as you graced the world of consciousness and then drifted to slumber again. The day Daemon returned to the Red Keep, carrying your cloaked frame in his arms as your lady’s maids rushed to care for you. Both Rhaenyra and him and sat through the ordeal as the cleaned your wounds, he wanted to backhand every one of your maids as your hissed and cried out as the girls tended your wounds. Upon being tucked in bed, Daemon sat with you for hours, humming a lullaby under his breath as he caressed your silver wisps.

When you had awoken for sure, you had jolted awake. Eyes darting over your canopy until they fell upon Rhaenyra and Daemon sat next to your bed. Both looked tired and yet furious, their faces reminded you of what you had seen, soon filling your relieved heart with bitterness.

“What were you thinking?” Rhaenyra questioned darkly, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her knees.

“The Queen asked you something.” Daemon said in addition.

You scoffed at the two of them, frowning at their audacity to question you after what they had done. You groaned as you sat up, shuffling yourself off your bed from the other end. The poppy you were sure they made you consume, helped with your aching joints. Daemon’s chair scrapped as he approached you, holding your arms firmly in his hands as he questioned you once more.

“Nothing, my queen.” you said bitterly, fighting to tear yourself away from his grip.

Your tone irked her even more, far more than you using her title to defy her. “We don’t ask you for much, that you remain with us, and obey us.” she lectured “Perhaps we have been to lenient with you.”

You still said nothing as you scowled at the floor, “Do you know what they do to the girls at Old Town? The ones that behave as poorly as you have!” Daemon scolded you this time as he dragged your body back to your bed. You fought harder against his hold only irking them further.

Daemon held your body down as they plopped you on your belly. You felt them shuffle over you before Rhaenyra lifted your sleep shift from your backside, hastily pulling away at your small clothes.

“Let me go!” you screamed “Damn you, damn both of you!”

Daemon held you face down, muffling your screams as you felt the leather resting against your rear. “How many days did we not sleep proper , sweet wife?”

“Seven days.” she replied with venom in her voice.

“Seven hits.” Daemon agreed. “You better count them!” he warned you.

You felt the first hit throb against your rear, you bit your lip to starve them of a reaction. Another slash of the leather burned against your rear. “You better count if you want her to stop.” Daemon tutted.

“Go to hell!” you spat.

They had not a clue of why you acted this way, surely they would have explained what you saw but your defiance angered them way beyond measure. They wanted their meek, shy girl to return, even if they had to spank it back into you.Another harder hit radiated through your bottom, this time you cried out; only to be hit again when you finally screamed out “One!”

“Have you a clue of how afraid we were?” Daemon scolded along with the leather connecting to your arse again.

“The Vale knights you have killed? The damage alone!” Rhaenyra yelled before spanking you again.

“What if something happened to you? Do you see the wounds under a fortnight alone?” Daemon loosened his hold on you as you succumbed to your punishment, now fighting to sob.

“You could have been killed!” Rhaenyra bellowed as she got her last hit in.

You scurried forward into the bed as Daemon let you go, you hugged your knees as you shielded your face away from them. Your muña would have yelled at you once more but Daemon pulled her out of your chambers as she heaved in anger.

They hated you.

They left you to ponder over what you had done, you killed people, you ran away from home. You were horrible and they hated you now. You hadn’t realized when you began to sob but you did, you lady’s maids visited once to stoke the fires by the hearth before leaving. You sobbed into a pillow, letting every last shred of emotions in your body wet through the silk of your pillow.

Rhaenyra resumed court for the day, still fuming at what her daughter had done. Reparations were made of the dead knights to the Vale as Daemon did his best to calm her down. Perhaps they had gone two far in punishing you, however you needed to understand if not fear leaving this castle ever again. She would have chained you to the bed for all she cared, fighting this hard to sheild you from a war. Atleast her sons knew how to fight, her step daughter by Laena were fierce. You were mouse disguised a dragon, spoiled endlessly. She hated that it had resorted to this and would comfort you sooner than later.

Daemon on the other hand had handed her his belt, the simmering rage he had felt as he held your frail body back to the keep, unsure if you were dead or just asleep in his arms. The pained screams he had to hear as they cleaned your wounds, all because you were too stupid to ask them or yell at them instead of running. He hated himself too, he should have known better. Known that she would wither if left alone for far too long.

They approached your room way after supper, trays of untouched food remained outside your chambers as a lady’s maid informed them of your refusal to move. Rhaenyra huffed as she picked the tray of supper as Daemin held the door open for her, it had been a while since she had fed you herself.

You still remained the fetal position in your bed, small whimpers left your body as the pushed through the bed curtains. At first she believed you were crying your sleep, a prank of guilt ran through them as they saw your reddened rear peaking through your sleep shift.

It wasn’t until you whimpered out more words that they realized you were awake, regressed to a mere child afraid of monster as you cried.

“I-I want to go home,” you said through hiccups.

“You are home,” Daemon whispered as he pulled your onto his lap.

“D-dragonstone, home,” you whimpered.

“Oh, zaldrititos. This is our home now,” Rhaenyra cooed at her.

“No, not my home- daor!” you wailed louder, only growing more distressed as you refused to look at them “Ao vēdros nyke! Daor nyke!”

Rhaenyra gasped, “No- we could never hate you.”

“Always want our riñītsos,” Daemon whispered against your temple.

You shook your head as more furious tears fell from your eyes “The girl! I saw her, s-she was feeding on muña. You want her, n-not me.”

You began to shuffle away from her as reached forward to touch your face “We were afraid of hurting you sweet pea, I never get this angry but we have fought so hard to keep all of you safe.”

“Not knowing where you were was death, do you understand? I couldn’t breathe knowing you were out there, alone.” Rhaenyra confessed.

“You have been alone and angry, we are so sorry riñītsos,” Daemon said as he pushed your hair away. “We should have come for you sooner.”

Daemon began to pepper kisses down your face as Rhaenyra approached you again, this time you let her touch you as she caressed over your bandages.

“kepa,” you whimpered as more tears fell from your eyes. “muña,”

“You need to eat,” he whispered in your ear, nudging you to sit up right. You whined, I wanting to untangle this cocoon you had craved for months. “No, just be here.”

Your tummy grumbled and yet your refused to let this warmth wash away for a stupid cut of steak or mutton. You nuzzled your nose in the peaking curve of Rhaenyra’s bosom, hoping she would let you nurse on her; you felt far to dazed to be refused of such tenderness. Rhaenyra being a mother new exactly what you wanted, she shuffled backwards, tugging at the front strings of her dress robes. Her breasts spilling through the loosely tied corset.

You hungrily latched at her pink nipple, all too inviting at your groaned the second the sweet milk hit your tongue. She tapped your nose to make your suckle gently at her sore breasts and yet your happily lapped as your nurses on her. Daemon shuffled away making you whine, he shook his head at your impatience. Which soon turned to joy as he returned with your discarded doll in one hand; dressed in a brand new red and black dress. His other hand held the book you wanted him to read to you. He slotted himself back in yet again as you smiled around Rhaenyra’s breast.

Daemon read through passages like melted butter to the tongue, with every pause he pressed a kiss to you temple or caressed through Rhaenyra’s hair. Before Daemon flipped through the first chapter you had switched to the other breast as you suckled her dry. One thing was to be sure, it would be a while before her miles dried up for good. Not that she cared as she doted over the contentment that washed over your features

You felt content, warm and safe. You were bathed and clean, fed and sated as your were cuddled in between the two people you loved the most. You muña letting your hair as your kepa read you to sleep, the wars had ended, the blood shed seized and perhaps just for a moment. The Red Keep felt like home.

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meraxesmoon · 7 months

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I find it funny to think of yandere daemyra with a darling who rejects all their courtships, as if she gives them the most boring look

warnings: yandere content, poly relationships, but like, forced, i made y/n sort of religious, this is in imagine form, but if you want hcs just lemme know, (name) doesn't like daemon, predatory daemyra

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It's a sin to look at any woman who isn't your wife in a way that makes it look like you want to bed them, and this is precisely why (Name) keeps herself away from the Rogue Prince. She was not the only person Daemon held his sights on, and (Name) found that disgusting, considering his wife was such a beautiful and grace-filled woman. It was clear that they loved each other, of course, but she supposed Daemon wasn't the type of man to be content with only one woman - or man, for that matter (she had seen him eyeing up her cousin at an event a couple of weeks ago). As Queen Alicent's handmaiden, it was none of (Name)'s business what the princess and her consort were doing within their marriage, but she had been dragged into their marital affairs against her will one cool summer night.

The princess was heavily pregnant and was having uncomfortable feelings in her midsection, and (Name)'s Queen had asked her to tend to her. This was no problem. (Name) had helped Alicent through all four of her pregnancies, so she had brewed some special calming tea and grabbed several heavy fur blankets before heading to towards Rhaenyra's room. Knocking her fist against the door, (Name) waited for someone to answer.

It is the prince Consort who answers, standing between the door and (Name). She squints her eyes before motioning towards the many things in her arms. "The queen sent me to soothe the princess. She is having pain, am I correct?" The handmaiden tries to keep herself calm and collected despite her many nerves.

(Name) usually only tended to Queen Alicent and her children, so going to another member of the royal family was out of the ordinary for her. Alicent favored her, and she was thankful for the Queens' generosity, but this time, she wished Alicent would have sent some other servant. She had always found Daemon to be unsettling, and she had heard the rumors surrounding the Rogue Prince. To be frank; she did not like him. However, she was loyal to her queen, and did whatever Alicent requested of her, even if it made (Name) uncomfortable.

"Yes, my child seems to be causing her problems," Daemon replies, his amethyst eyes raking down (Name)'s form as he does so. The other servants wore unflattering clothes, often looking like unpleasant sacks of potatoes, but being Alicent's favorite had its perks. The queen liked to keep (Name) dressed pretty, that was the best way Daemon could have put it, though Rhaenyra had called her ravishing on several occasions. She was always in a nice flowing gown, modest but flattering. Daemon had no problem staring, even after he lets her into the room.

Her dress tonight was black velvet.

How fitting.

"Here, princess, this should ease the cramps," (Name) says softly as she hands Rhaenyra a cup filled with ginger and chamomile tea. "These furs should help with them as well, you should try to keep yourself warm when you're hurting like this, especially since the weather is so cold." She wraps the fur blankets around Rhaenyra's midsection, trying to ignore the burning gaze of the prince as she did so. The princess lets out a sigh of relief, already feeling the pain in her body being alleviated. "Thank you, so much, this has helped tremendously."

Rhaenyra's stare is almost as intense as Daemon's, and (Name) suddenly feels trapped as the princess smiles sweetly at her. She had never found Princess Rhaenyra unpleasant - quite the opposite, actually. However, now she felt frightened by the Valyrian beauty. She looked predatory as she cups (Name)'s cheeks in her soft hands, rubbing her thumb over the surface of (Name)'s cool flesh tenderly. She hears Daemon's breathing next to her ear and she's moved out of whatever daze she had previously been in.

(Name) shoots up from where she was kneeling before Rhaenyra, her face blank as she bows to both of the Targaryen's in the room. Rhaenyra looks shocked and Daemon looks as though he's ready to pounce on her. (Name) knows it's time to leave, before something seriously treasonous happens.

"I must return to my Queen, please have a lovely night."

With that said, (Name) gathers her skirts and leaves the room, fastening her pace down the hallway.

She needed to pray.

i'm so sorry if this isn't what you were hoping for, i got carried away while writing it :')

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darklinaforever · 5 months

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I need to get this out of my system. What are these fans of Rhaenyra, Daemon, Daemyra, or even the three, who hate the Velaryon boys ?

Already, from 1, Rhaenyra will hate you for hating her precious children.

Second, no one on Team Blacks cared that Jace was a bastard. Nobody had a problem with that. So why did you, a fan of this so-called team and these characters, have one ?

Then... where does this idea come from that Daemon didn't like boys, and would have harmed them if the war hadn't broken out because he wanted his sons to inherit the throne in their place ?

Literally, it's based on nothing. Well, in fact yes. Rumors that Daemon was obsessed with the throne. You know, literally the information from the maesters who hated him. Because in fact, in the story itself, Daemon did nothing active to really have the throne, unlike the Greens or Corlys.

But beyond that, Daemon's blood would have ended up on the throne anyway, because Baela was Jace's fiancé.

However, I see people saying that Daemon didn't care about his daughters in general and were too sexist / misogynistic to accept that his blood to the throne would run through one of his daughters, rather than one of his sons.

Are we talking about the same Daemon who first extended the hand of reconciliation to Viserys so that his daughters were properly introduced into the world after their birth ? The same Daemon who fully accepted that his daughter Baela was a tomboy and let her do whatever she wanted ? (Also, in the books, there is no evidence of any discord whatsoever with Rhaena, so that argument is bullshit too) The same Daemon who accepted Rhaenyra as queen and defended it until the dead his position ?! Ok... I don't know why, but I have the impression that your Daemon is not the same as mine.

Then, from what I remember from the book, Daemon avenged Lucerys' death. Twice. Not one. Twice. The first time in "Eye for an Eye, a son for a son, Lucerys will be avenged" mode by killing a child of the Greens, and the second time by planting Dark Sister in Aemond's eye... Literally a tribute to the old gesture by Lucerys. And as for Jace, I remember that Daemon seemed to fully get along with him on a military level.

But apparently all that meant nothing !

Revenge for Lucerys is apparently for these people just an excuse for Daemon to satisfy his violent impulses and attack the Greens... (Whereas if that were the case, he would simply have to send assassins for each Greens ? What he didn't do ?) Also, if it's just a matter of satisfying an impulse, why kill Aemond the way he did ? Apart from a direct homage to Lucerys, what does that bring to Daemon in a selfish personal way ? Why not just kill Aemond by stabbing his sword somewhere else in his body ? The result would have been the same. After all, Lucerys had already been avenged. Also, the agreement with Jace was just a mask to better fool him and try to get rid of him later.

In fact, all this opinions have no support with Daemon's canonical actions. And I don't understand them. They are based solely on negative rumors against him by maesters for the throne, that sought to tarnish his image.

It's still crazy that people read Fire and Blood, especially the part about revenge for Luke and the way Daemon killed Aemond, and come to say that : Yes. Daemon would have totally sought to kill Lucerys himself if there hadn't been a war. He probably hated him for being a bastard and being a threat to his blood sons !

Basically you're accusing Daemon of being a misogynist and a blood purist... Basically what the Greens are.

You know... the ones who usurped the female heir that was Rhaenyra, refusing to accept a woman in power, and actively trying to harm her children for years without hiding the contempt they had for them ?

No, really, I find it ironic that members of Team Blacks, fans of Daemon, Rhaenyra and Daemyra are basically saying that Daemon is like the Greens.

The same guy who never actively tried to have the throne (And if anyone tries to tell me that Daemon's marriage to Rhaenyra was to try to gain power as her husband... Why was it never in fact against of Rhaenyra once she crowns Queen ? Seriously, be consistent), accepted Rhaenyra, a woman, as Queen, who let one of his daughters be a total tomboy and do what she wanted, help to educate the Velaryon boys over 10 years, having twice avenged the death of Lucerys and described as having gotten along well with Jace.

No really, I find it crazy that some people are convinced that Daemon despised his boys and planned to harm them one day.

Especially since such an argument quickly collapses when we realize that he spent 10 years with them before the war without any problems being recorded ? Seriously, if Daemon was planning to kill the Velaryon boys... why wait so long ?

Seriously, people who think that are just idiots in my eyes.

Even maesters who actively hated Daemon didn't have the guts to insinuate such a thing !

Nothing in the text indicates that Daemon hated the Velaryon boys, planning in any way to harm them. We have to stop talking stupid things now.

Even the series, which didn't understand much about the real Daemon Targaryen, doesn't suggest that Daemon has a problem with these boys !

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yzzart · 1 year

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hi love,

idk if ur taking requests (if ur not, pls ignore this then) but i absolutely love ur fics. could i maybe request more daemyra’s daughter and aemond, with overprotective daemon in the mix? nothing too specific, just daemon trying to keep his daughter away from her lovesick uncle, because he knows firsthand how that is.

im sorry for the delay, my love! school and work are killing me :((

— Father's Instinct

characters: Aemond Targaryen x (F)Targaryen!reader.

summary: Daemon just wanted his eldest daughter to stay away from a certain dragon but he was once that certain dragon with your mother.

warnings: incest, explicit language, explicit words, mention of violence but no deaths or injuries, and references to Daemon and Rhaenyra.

word count: 2.224!

english's not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes!

If Daemon had the right opportunity, he'd gouge out his nephew's only good eye right then and there.

It didn't matter if the sun was shining, with the birds singing, a prime and sacred time for some families. — By the scene he was watching carefully, Daemon would start to hate that whole morning.

He wouldn't be ashamed or trying to redeem himself for having a desire as bloody and deadly as that. — The last thing Daemon was going to do with his last breath was apologize for wanting to commit that act. — But he had a serious reason for it.

And it wasn't for any reason.

Daemon's lovable nephew, who was on the other side of the table, didn't hide his eyes on his daughter. — His first child. — The one-eyed prince's only good purple eye was gazing at the young Targaryen woman in the rebel prince's presence.

It wasn't difficult to identify that Aemond and you were exchanging looks, it looked like the two of you were playing with each other. — A simple little game that you unabashedly loved and was more exciting in the presence of everyone at the table.

It looked like the gods were playing with Daemon, a prank of sorts that was being frowned upon by the prince. — He knew he couldn't anger the gods but at that moment no one could quench a dragon's fury.

It was so ironic to see an uncle openly flirting with his niece without fear of her father's reaction or scolding, and years ago Daemon was in the same situation but being the uncle.

It was intriguing and interesting the fact that Aemond was focusing only on you at that well-manicured wooden table, as if there were only you at that moment. — But in the mind of the one-eyed that, in fact, was true.

The king's brother despised his nephew's action. Daemon didn't even know what feeling was taking over his body at the sight of his daughter being devoured by the one-eyed young man's only existing eye; it could be anger, hate, contempt or all at once. — The father's instinct screamed, mentally to Daemon.

Now Daemon knew, exactly, how Viserys felt.

You knew how risky it was to maintain eye contact with Aemond but it was impossible to stop your eyes from gazing at the prince. It felt like you were hypnotized by it, a kind of witchcraft but deep down you knew it wasn't. — You were in love with your uncle, just like your mother at your age was in love with hers; your father.

Even after your departure, you kept your feelings for Aemond. In your pure and naive age, you didn't believe that those feelings would expand and strengthen in a way that you couldn't believe but the good gods deceived your thoughts. All your passion and admiration for Aemond was as strong and steady as a dragon. — A dragon can recognize and strengthen its feelings.

From Aemond's perspective, every day and night since his departure for Dragonstone, he has thought of you. There was nothing that could take you out of the thoughts of the king's youngest son, absolutely nothing. — Of course, his mother noticed the sad features, both because of what happened with his eye and for the possible reason for his absence in the castle and in the little boy's life, at that time.

But that naive boy, unable to hold a wooden sword, had grown along with his love for you, and with the countless prayers to the gods asking you to return soon to his arms. — Aemond can't remember how many times his feet carried him to your old quarters.

"I hope you're off duty during this majestic morning, niece." — The admirable voice, loud enough for you to hear, was exclaimed directly into your ears. At no time did your eyes meet during the older man's speech, the two of you were trapped in each other's love and didn't want to miss any feature marks.

Aemond's greatest desire at that moment was to spend a moment with you, it would be pure greed if the gods said that the prince didn't just want to spend a moment with you, but the entire day. — And he waited for his plans with you to work out, the way he had planned.

Your father's jaw, after hearing the voice of the cursed one-eyed man, immediately locked itself. He recognized the way Aemond had said those words to you, he had interest and satisfaction. — Daemon could clearly state that his nephew was eagerly awaiting your answer.

It was pathetic how Daemon had looked like Viserys years ago.

"I predict that i will have the morning without appointments today, my uncle." — Your answer came softly from your lips. The way those words left your sweet, delicate lips caught Aemond's attention, he wanted so much to taste the glorious taste of your mouth. — "Would i be being impolite to ask the reason for the question?"

"It would be impolite if you did not accept my invitation to take a walk through the region, with our dragons, if you prefer." — Aemond brought the goblet, which held his favorite warm wine, to his lips and in no time did he dare take his eye away from you.

Daemon couldn't believe that damned one-eyed man, by the curse the good gods had sent the rebel prince deciding that young Targaryen would be his nephew, was trying to malign his dear daughter. — He knew very well how to recognize a tone of audacity and daring coming from another man.

You were Daemon's first child, the first of your name. The daughter he never thought in his life that he would adore, love and protect from anything that could hurt or threaten you. — As a great dragon would do with its helpless eggs.

Daemon could admit to the good gods that he never thought he would see himself as a good father, a father figure. He didn't believe that a child could make him happy or satisfied with the life he'd been given but from the looks of it, his lonely, pitiful thought was burned with his own dragon flames.

As his father's duty, Daemon would protect you from all the claws and teeth of all the men who tried to capture your naivety. — Including your uncle.

With a knife and fork in his hands, your father pounced on the rich deer meat, which had been forgotten for a little while, that was on his plate. The silverware hit the bottom of the plate with Daemon's brutality, making an unbearable sound. — Startled, you end up ending the exchange of looks between you and Aemond to focus on where the hellish noise had come from.

Your eyes landed on the image of your father, literally attacking the red flesh and making countless ear-splitting sounds. It didn't look like he just wanted to cut the meat, in fact it looked like he was imagining a person in the various cuts in the meat.

You couldn't say that scene scared you but it left you only surprised, the reason for that act was already very clear in your mind. — Even so, you didn't dare or feel like questioning your father's action. — The only thing you, mentally, begged him to use was that silverware on someone specific at that table.

Rhaenyra directed a hand on Daemon's arm, trying to calm him down and end that little aggressive act against the poor roasted, dead deer part. — Taking a deep breath, your father dropped the silverware on top of the plate and put his hand under his forehead.

Your eyes continued to stare at your father, without him noticing, hoping that there would be no more acts like that or even worse and soon, you chose to close the looks and remembered the lack of response to your uncle's suggestion. — Your beloved uncle.

"It would indeed be pleasant, uncle." — Your eyes returned to the feared and charming prince, who kept a thin smile and a mischievous tone on his lips. — "I just hope you're not out of shape for a nice dragon race." — Several low laughs echo around the table and you can identify which ones they belong to. — In addition to your brothers, Aegon participates in the group of laughter. — An amused and a little shy smile appeared on your sweet red lips.

Dragons couldn't die with fire, so they chose to play with it. It was such a determined and challenging thing to see. — And you loved doing it.

Across the damned seven realms, your teasing Aemond was an intriguing demonstration of how to play with fire and still right in front of everyone, including your father.

It would be risky to respond in kind, equally and return the provocative answer, but it was not exciting and fun without risks for the one-eyed prince, the rider of the largest dragon in the world. — Aemond was audacious. It can be said that his name can have many meanings and definitions, and the word audacity was included.

"Well, you need to see it and witness it to draw your conclusions, my niece." — He stated sharply and defiantly, those words were so penetrating and exciting at the same time. The expression of satisfaction and pure desire to know what that answer could have caused you was visible to all who decided to observe the prince's features.

From what it seemed, the simple game of looks had become a real game of temptation and fascination. — Your cheeks replaced your normal skin tone with a reddish tinge along with a slightly warm temperature. — Years and years may pass but Aemond would always have a power over you.

"By the seven hells." — Daemon grunted angrily, wanting to put the fork, left by his fingers and forgotten, into the single eye of that young Targaryen. In fact, he would have done so a long time ago, from his first mortal thought that morning, if it hadn't been for Viserys' presence.

Despite this, one side, known only to Daemon, recognized the nephew's actions, it seemed that he was seeing himself there and you resembled, perfectly, your mother and even in the bold and brave way of speaking. — The gods were indeed playing with Daemon.

"Our children have grown up, my brother." — Viserys's weak and almost weakened voice was heard and echoed for the first time at the table, during that heavy morning. The king, even in such a delicate situation, had watched your conversation along with his youngest son and of course, he compared you two to his eldest daughter and his brother.

Viserys was the first to notice how similar you and Aemond were to young Rhaenyra and Daemon. — His fragile, delicate heart warmed a little, more than usual, when he finally realized and admitted his thought.

In response, the king's brother just rolled his eyes not satisfied with the elder's words. He wouldn't dare to answer his brother in such a derogatory way and even more so in front of you. — So what was left was just the action with the eyes and a long sigh, wanting to get away from that table.

"i kostagon daor umbagon, ñuha jorrāelagon." (I can't wait, my dear.) — A startling whisper of the valerian language passed through your ears in a sweet, thoughtful way. Your attention returned to your lover, who had moved a little closer to your chair just to send the appreciative words, which aroused an excited feeling in you.

Your eyes, not as naive as his father might think but could be considered angelic, observed the prince's image once more. — Aemond wasn't just watching you but admiring. He didn't want to show how eager and, a little nervous, he was to have time with you after so many years.

He could define all those years as the very hell he managed to witness.

You remained silent but not for lack of words or embarrassment, you just didn't need to say anything, no words. Your look at Aemond said absolutely everything. It was all the young Targaryen needed.

Promptly, Daemon watched you two. — By your pleas, he couldn't hear Aemond's last words, it was risky and kind of indiscreet but he didn't listen. — And to his damned misfortune, Daemon ended up agreeing to the thought he so despised and tried to ignore all morning, from the moment Aemond laid eyes on you.

He knew that at some point the overprotective side of him towards the man you would choose to marry would kick in but it came so quickly for him. Daemon wouldn't take it easy and understanding but he knows that's a part of a father's life. — But the story of his life together with his lovely wife was repeating itself with his daughter and nephew.

He would be a little offending himself by remembering his own nephew, whom he detests, but is glad that you look identically to your mother.

You and Aemond were a glimpse of Daemon and Rhaenyra Targaryen.

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x targaryen!reader #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #aemond x you #aemond targaryen x you #aemond x y/n #aemond fanfiction #aemond one eye #aemond the kinslayer #daemon targaryen #daemon #targaryen reader #targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd x reader #game of thrones

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lanaisdoe · 2 years

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I mean... They might fight like dragons at times, but after that, look: it is always THE TWO of them TOGETHER when it MATTERS:

So ...Daemyra family, cheer up? I mean. ^^ THIS doesn't look like Daemyra is dead, and THIS, basically the last shot we seethis season is THEM holding hands, so at least we can say that the beginning of S2 will definitely see them together and united bbs, okay? So ... there in fact are bits to hold onto in 1x10...

Hope you'll smile a bit. Cheer up, family. NO MATTER WHAT, Daemyra STILL IS.

Also, this damned 1x10 ep just reminded me of yet another song that fits them in 1x10 onwards.... NO MATTER WHAT by Papa Roach. This is the one i'm gonna make a daemyra vid to, most likely soon:

"I need you, right here By my side

You're everything I'm not, in my life We're indestructible, we are untouchable Nothing can take us down tonight

You are so beautiful It should be criminal, that you could be mine

And we will make it out alive I promise you this love will never die

No matter what I got your back I'll take a bullet for you if it comes to that

I swear to god That in the bitter end We're gonna be the last ones standing

We'll never fall We'll never fade I promise you forever And my soul today

And everybody said that we would never last,

And if they saw us now I bet they'd take it back

It doesn't matter what we do

or what we say

Cause nothing matters anyway!

No matter what Until the bitter end We're gonna be the last ones standing

#daemyra #DAEMYRA #daemyra 1x10 #daemon and rhaenyra #hotd spoilers #daemon x rhaenyra #rhaenyra and daemon #rhaenyra x daemon #daemyra love #daemyra bond #daemyra forever #daemyra NO MATTER WHAT #Daemyra family rejoice

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I really liked your post about Rhaenicent. What do you think of Olivia’s recent interviews in regards to Alicent’s character, she seems to be really pushing for Rhaenicent despite everything.

Just to start I want to make it clear that this isn’t an attack against Olivia Cooke, she’s a brilliant actress who is entitled to her opinions. As a fan however I don’t like her interpretation of Alicent simply because she’s made it abundantly clear she’s more invested in Rhaenicent than Alicent herself.

Olivia could’ve done a Lena Headey and unapologetically supported her character despite not being popular with the general audience, who cares if people think she’s a bitch, she’s your bitch and that’s all that matters. Instead she sought out the one part of the fanbase who supposedly like Alicent but also has a large universal following: Rhaenicent.

Here’s where it gets tricky, when it comes to ships such as Rhaewin, Jacegan, Laenyra, Daemyra, Jace/Baela, Alicole, Aemond/Alys, Helaemond etc. it’s pretty straightforward: you’re a fan of both characters, maybe one more than the other but you do genuinely like both. Rhaenicent doesn’t have this, it’s a lot more complicated mainly because it’s the only one that doesn’t exist in book canon.

The Rhaenicent fan base is split into three unequally distributed categories:

>1% who are genuine fans of both Rhaenyra and Alicent, emphasis on the genuine because although some claim to be they end up in either of the latter two. The problem with these fans is that they’ve succumbed to the trap of “benevolent misogyny”, reducing both women to being nothing more than 24/7 victims of evil men. They rob Alicent of her ambition, Rhaenyra of her agency, they think these women will abandon everything and run off on dragon back because they’re still silly teenage girls who only care about cake and clothes.

14% are Alicent stans, the majority of them don’t actually like Rhaenyra she’s simply a self insert because there is no one else you can ship her with other than Criston but Alicole is nowhere near as popular because it doesn’t include a fan favourite. In Rhaenicent’s case the fan favourite is Rhaenyra not Alicent.

85% are all Team Rhaenyra, the only version of Alicent they’re interested in is one who is nothing more than a personal cheerleader for the Black Queen. They don’t want to hear about how Rhaenyra’s actions negatively affected Alicent, only how Alicent still cares about her and will do anything for her despite everything.

Both Olivia and Emily Carey faced a lot of harassment on social media, someone even came up to Olivia in real life and called Alicent a c*nt to her face. I know when you’re in a fandom bubble it’s easy to think Alicent and Team Green are just as popular as Rhaenyra and Team Black but that’s far from the truth. So although the vast majority of Rhaenicents are first and foremost Rhaenyra stans, they’re also the ones most welcoming to the actresses who are having a hard time because of stupid trolls who can’t differentiate between a character and the actor playing them.

Then it makes sense why Olivia will jump on board the Rhaenicent train, but it comes at the expense of her character. I’ve read some of her recent interviews, she’s throwing not just Alicent under the bus but also the entirety of Team Green just to maintain the illusion that Alicent’s no.1 priority will always be Rhaenyra Targaryen.

“Alicent is scared of Criston”, he’s her right hand man, the only one who has her back, he’s loyal to a fault and President of the Alicent Fan Club. But he’s also disliked by Team Black for this very reason, he’s openly antagonistic to Rhaenyra calling her a “spoiled c*nt” so Olivia wants to distance herself from Alicent’s most ardent supporter.

“she’s watching him [Aemond] grow up into an absolute killer, which is terrifying for her”, if Criston is President of the Team Alicent club then Aemond is Vice President. You see throughout Season 1 how close she is to her second son, how she relies on him for support, how he truly loves and respects her. He said he wants Luke’s eye as a gift for his mother, from Alicent’s four children she is definitely closest to Aemond but he’s also the one who killed Nyra’s precious baby so fans don’t like him. Again, Olivia is detaching Alicent from her own children so she can appeal to Rhaenicents who mourned their sweet boy Luke.

“That’s what the whole series has been about: trying to get back to each other” this coupled with her saying she pushed for a Rhaenicent reunion at the end of S2 really emphasises just how willing she is to destroy everything about Alicent’s character in order to warp her into the sanitised version of a Rhaenicent wet dream.

Alicent doesn’t care her grandson was slaughtered right in front of her.

Alicent doesn’t care her 6 year old granddaughter was threatened with r*pe.

Alicent doesn’t care her daughter went insane.

Alicent doesn’t care Team Black almost killed her sons in battle.

Olivia’s version of Alicent doesn’t care about anything that doesn’t revolve around worshiping the ground Rhaenyra walks on. So as far as she’s concerned there is “still hope” because her ideal ending is one where Alicent abandons her family, agency and ambition just so she can be Rhaenyra’s personal cheerleader for the rest of her life. The Alicent she’s envisioning is one who will set her own children on fire just to keep Nyra warm.

#house of the dragon #hotd critical #hotd #alicent hightower #team green #pro team green #anti rhaenicent #Olivia Cooke #hotd cast #hotd meta #asoiaf meta #valyrianscrolls #anonymous

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lovl3igh · 17 days

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rhaenys really didn't give a shit that three boys will be in danger as long as driftmark would go to her / then baela didn't she? at least until viserys showed up so she changed her mind because;

1. she thought viserys gonna support rhaenyra anyway even if she'd say that corlys wanted driftmark to go to baela

2. if it was otto's decision she would be AGAIN dismissed bc she's a woman and driftmark would go to vaemond and then his sons instead of baela and with rhaenyra's offer at least rhaena would be lady of driftmark and then her line would rule for next years

3. even if she would won there's still would be daemyra against her and later rhaenyra on the throne, so people would still spread the rumours but ignore it officially so velaryon boys would still matter in the line of succesion, daemon and nyra would marry baela to luke so the driftmark would go with velaryon name thanks to luke anyway (in the matter of marriage it was daemyra's decision after all and twins were targaryen by name)

4. corlys would be pissed for ignoring his choice and also for endangering jace, luke and joffrey and there was still chance for him to come back

I'd give her points for announcing officially that jace and luke are betrohed to dragon twins so rhaenyra wouldn't back off but otherwise rhaenys was bitch right there. she does not have a prove that nyra killed laenor, the truth is it could all just daemon who after losing laena could see this as opportunity to be with rhaenyra

as far as rhaenys knows nyra was keeping laenor's secret and gave him sons he took as his own. if that was such big of a problem and rhaenyra was really so ruthless she'd killed him long time ago, before jace and then marry harwin (which now viserys would more likely agree to it, especially that harwin's status was better since his father was officially the hand and also nyra kept her part of a deal with marrying laenor and before that viserys let her choose her spouse). all rhaenys knows that laenor loved those three boys, corlys loves them and so the twins and she has a problem bc they're not directly laenor's blood. bitch. what those three boys did to you exactly to throw them under the bus dragon

rhaenys in books is so much better character, i don't like how creators made her inconsistent in the show (and looking at trailer, they keep going with that), how she switches and changes her mind to please anyone, mostly her husband, her killing people for badass moment but stopping at killing greens... if it was for kinslaying, she would take that to assure safety of baela and rhaena at very least, but it just wasn't her war to start and now we have consequences, while it was her in books who said to use dragons against greens. GIVE ME BACK MY BOOK RHAENYS

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asoiafsworld · 2 years

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HEADCANON; BEING PREGNANT WITH RHAENYRA AND DAEMON'S CHILD

pairings; rhaenyra targaryen x fem!reader x daemon targaryen

warnings; pregnancy, nsfw (18+), oral sex (f and m receiving), degradation, breeding, slapping (on breasts), hair pulling, throat fucking, cum play, snowballing, marking?? daemon's cum is being rubbed on your neck, reader is called puppy by daemyra, reader calls rhaenyra queen in a sexual context, at one point rhaenyra thinks about having a cock

first part | second part | fourth part | fifth part | masterlist

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➼ it was still overwhelming for you to be married to two people who showed nothing but affection and love towards you but you accepted it and basked in their love

➼ life on dragonstone was relatively quiet since it was on an island relatively difficult to reach with constant storms surrounding the area so the only time you really knew about anything that went on in the outside world was letters arriving by raven

➼ this also helped you get used in your unique marriage since you wouldn't have people chattering everywhere about what a freak you were and how unholy it was

➼ it still rocked you a little to get your father's letter and to learn that he knew about it and you wondered who else knew and if you really were such a laughing stock

➼ you had put the letter away, uncaring for where you put it since you were still quite shaken

➼ which was a mistake because daemon found it... and he raised hell

➼ "he calls you a whore in this! i will not have this, no one will call you such insults as long as i breathe and live, he will learn not to say this again. calling my wife a whore, he's a whore for all i know!"

➼ you could only sigh and try to calm him down

➼ you thought that rhaenyra would be on your side in this and try to make him see reason but she was just as furious

➼ "if he was not your father then we would not be standing here anymore. i would have burned him alive the moment i read this letter."

➼ she looked so calm as she said this but you knew she was boiling inside, ready to strangle and burn him for his words

➼ "it doesn't matter, really, i do not care for his words. please, forget about it and if you want to do what's best for me then leave it be. i don't want to think of this anymore."

➼ after another hour of arguing and pleading, they both gave in and let it be

➼ however only on the condition to take you apart right then and there, wanting to show you that you were theirs and belonged with them

➼ you burned the letter for good measure before they both dragged you towards the bed, their eyes clearly desiring you

➼ rhaenyra threw you on the bed and climbed over you, pressing her hot mouth on yours and kissed you at an agonizingly slow pace that you whined just after a few minutes of her tongue exploring your mouth

➼ but your wife only chuckled menacingly and thrust her knee between your legs, your cunt already wet and throbbing from her kisses

➼ daemon watched you both and had a hand on the top of rhaenyra's head and one on your cheek, clearly loving the way she dominated you

➼ "my pretty girls... you're a good puppy for your queen."

➼ she continued to only kiss you and do nothing else, occasionally jerking her knee up to feel your cunt get wetter by the minute

➼ after more torturous minutes, you had enough and let off of her mouth and your whines and whimpers were audible in the room

➼ "please, i'm so wet, do something."

➼ your wife did not like that at all and grabbed your face with one hand, forcing you to look at her

➼ "you stupid little puppy... you think you can command me? you will stay patient and i will give you pleasure when i want you to feel it."

➼ your words only made you try to press your thighs together since it was so arousing but you saw the anger flare in rhaenyra's eyes at your actions

➼ she let out a growl that made her sound like a dragon and she let go of your face, her hands now gripping the fabrics on your breast and just ripping it open

➼ you let out a startled sound at the display of her strength and felt embarrassed at your breasts spilling out of the now ripped dress

➼ she looked so menacing and intimidating like this and you shouldn't have been suprised at the slaps your breasts recieved right where your nipples were

➼ you only let out little yelps as you felt your skin burn on the places she had slapped you on and felt your whole body shake as she bent down and started to lick on your breasts almost violently

➼ she was sucking on your nipples harshly and bit on them too and all over your breasts, plenty of red marks forming all over them

➼ you saw that daemon had undressed himself next to you and was stroking his cock and you pouted at far away it was from your face

➼ daemon came closer, standing in front of the edge of the bed where your face was

➼ you pushed your tongue out and felt him place his tip there and it only made you moan louder

➼ he reached behind your head and pulled your hair so that your head was sideways and plunged his cock all the way down your mouth and throat

➼ you choked on it in suprise but he didn't care for wether you were ready or nit, he simply held your head by your hair and began thrusting into your mouth as if it was your cunt

➼ and you fucking loved it

➼ meanwhile rhaenyra had stopped mutilating your breasts and watched as daemon got faster and harsher in his thrusts, his grunts and closed eyes clearly telling of how much he enjoyed fucking your mouth like this

➼ rhaenyra watched the two of you with hunger and wondered how it would feel to have a cock and fuck you like daemon did... but she knew that you would not be leaving your bed chamber in that case because she would be drilling her cock inside you every hour and every minute of the day

➼ the sounds you were making made her own cunt wet, the way you choked on daemon's thick cock sounded so heavenly and you looked like a mess for them, your dress halfway ripped and your breasts heavily bruised and marked red, your hair sticking to your forehead and your cheeks wet with tears from from the pleasure and pain you were recieving

➼ daemon didn't need long with the way your mouth enveloped him to feel close to the edge but right before he came, he pulled himself out of your mouth and came all over your face just like the way he loved it

➼ you let out a shocked yelp at his cock suddenly leaving your mouth but held out your tongue out to at least catch some of his cum to swallow

➼ he groaned at how beautiful you looked. your face painted with white streaks and your tongue going back in your mouth to taste his cum

➼ before you could swallow it, you felt rhaenyra crash her mouth against yours again and she was hungrily pushing both of your husband's cum between your mouths and it made you whine into the kiss. you heard daemon grunt next to you and felt his hand softly on the top of your head, caressing your hair

➼ "you look so, so gorgeous my love. like a beautiful art work just for us... my beautiful puppy."

➼ his words made you whine and you felt rhaenyra part from your lips, a string of cum mixed with saliva between your lips

➼ rhaenyra proceeded to take some of the cum on your cheek with her hand rubbed it on your neck, her gaze almost feral as she watched you whimper at her actions

➼ she knew how much you loved it when they marked you like this, feeling like you truly belonged with them and were theirs

➼ there's many things that you learned to like with them that you had thought perverted before but being married to two people at once was perverted to many people as well so

➼ rhaenyra then grabbed you by your throat and had her menacing grin on her face again and you knew that it would only mean trouble

➼ "now be a good puppy and eat out your queen's cunt. maybe you'll satisfy me enough to mark you with my cum too."

➼ the rest of the night consisted of rhaenyra sitting on your face and making her cum three times with your tongue and fingers

➼ and she indeed rubbed a good amount of her juices on the same spot that she had rubbed your husbands' cum on

➼ meanwhile daemon came two more times in your cunt, talking about stuffing you full and getting you pregnant and wanting to breed you when you would be round with his children

➼ and sure enough, you found out you were with child just a few weeks later

➼ you had been feeling rather tired and ill and rhaenyra brought you to the maestar at your state

➼ she had found out just two months earlier that she was pregnant again so when the maester looked at both of you with a smile and told you the good news, your proceeded to cry in your wife's arms

➼ daemon couldn't believe his ears when both of you told him and his smile was so bright

➼ it was the first time you witnessed him crying, he was so endlessly happy for you to not just be pregnant but at the same time with rhaenyra, it was truly something special

➼ the kids were happy as well, hugging and congratulating you, they truly couldn't wait to see what it would be like to have a mini you running around the place

➼ daemon was already on protective dad mode before due to rhaenyra's pregnancy news but that only doubled when he learned that both his wives were pregnant

➼ he would not leave your side at all, always making sure you were somewhere nearby

➼ he would ask you how you were feeling and if you needed anything at all, he was just so sweet to you

➼ rhaenyra however was even worse

➼ since her hormons were acting up as well she got almost angry whenever you were spending your time with someone else

➼ she wanted you around her at all times, constantly asking for you and making sure you were okay even though you were only early on in your pregnancy

➼ you fussed over her in the same way and then it ended up in both of you being a soft mess and cuddling on the bed, her hand on your stomach and yours on hers

➼ "do you think you will have another boy? gods, six sons is quite a lot."

➼ rhaenyra giggles at your words and softly cards her hands through your hair, pressing soft kisses on your forehead and smiling at the thought of you with a round belly waddling your way through the castle halls and looking so beautiful in pregnancy

➼ "i do want a girl but i do not think it likely after so many boys. but if you had a girl.. that would be pleasing to me. a sweet, adorable little girl from my own adorable girl. i would like that very much."

➼ you only blush at her compliment but secretly hope for a girl too, simply to make it more balanced between all your children

➼ after a few months, you are indeed waddling about with a very pregnanz and very round belly

➼ when the maester did his most recent examination to make sure the child was okay, he remarked that your belly was unusally large, just as large as rhaenyra's had been at her last pregnancy

➼ it was not a sure thing but he suspected that you were pregnant with twins and smiled at that in joy

➼ you had never expected to have more than one or two children when you would inevitably marry and you already had seven now

➼ so if you indeed were pregnant with twins and along with rhaenyra's child... it would make you a mother of ten

➼ you wondered how you had gotten to a point like that in your life but didn't complain about it, instead you were happy to have such a big and happy family

➼ daemon and rhaenyra were of course thrilled at these news, so happy to soon be welcoming three children into your life

➼ it's safe to say that you and rhaenyra are absoluetly adorable during your pregnancy together

➼ you constantly have your hand or your ear on each other's stomach, always giggling with excitement when you felt the babes kick

➼ daemon has a very hard time not bursting out in tears when he comes to your chambers in the evening and sees both his wives look so happy and content, each of you softly caressimg the other's round stomach and giggling and whispering about how the children would be and how happy you were

➼ and daemon also did good on his promise

➼ he fucked you like his life depended on it when you had developed even the smallest baby bump

➼ what can i say he's a weak man with a strong pregnancy kink

#house of the dragon #rhaenyra x reader x daemon #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen smut #daemon targaryen smut #rhaenyra targaryen x reader

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Dreamer, Queen, Prince - Chapter 5

Pairing: Daemyra x fem!OC

Warnings: Please check masterlist for warnings. This work is 18+, MDNI

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As the hours passed, Viserea became more and more sure of herself, though her anger never faded. When the Stepstones came into view, Viserea spotted Daemon and Corlys’ army on Dwarfstone and steered Tessarion towards the island.

Tessarion landed on Dwarfstone a moment after Ser Addam’s unfortunate introduction to Daemon’s anger. It was her’s and Viserea’s landing that distracted Daemon and allowed for Ser Addam to be pulled away from him.

Viserea felt the eyes of the army on her as she walked up to the stone slab being used as a makeshift table to hold War Councils, but she did not allow for their gazes to intimidate her. She kept her head held high and her helmet tucked under her arm before dropping her bag next to the slab.

“We don’t need any help from the King.” Daemon said, his tone lazy and almost offended at her arrival.

“Do you really believe the King allowed for a Princess to leave the safety of the keep and enter a war ground?” Viserea replied, sarcasm lacing her voice.

“Then why are you here?” He asked.

“I’m here to fight.” Viserea said, and before she could reply, a knight in the Velaryon colors whose name Viserea didn’t know spoke up.

“You’re a Princess. A war ground is no place for you, you need to be back in King’s Landing where it’s safe. You’re much too valuable.” His tone showed sincere worry for her, but it only made Viserea’s blood boil more.

“You’re correct, I am a Princess. And Daemon is a Prince. Our titles are of equal importance and he is allowed to fight. There’s another Princess who’s your future Queen still back in King’s Landing where it’s safe. If Daemon is allowed to fight, I see no reason why I should not be allowed. It’s not like my dragon and I would hurt your cause,” Viserea snapped in response.

It was obvious to everyone there that something had happened involving Viserea back in King’s Landing. There was no way Viserys would have ever allowed her to enter a war ground, but it was clear to everyone that she wasn’t going to just walk away because of lack of permission.

“We could use another dragon, especially one of Tessarion’s size. She’s grown since I was last in King’s Landing and she looks to be larger than even Caraxes. Her dragon alone could turn the fates.” Corlys said after a moment of silence.

Viserea wasn’t sure why Corlys’ support surprised her, but she looked towards him and gave him a small nod in thanks to which he returned.

“That’s too bad, she’s going back to King’s Landing,” Daemon said, leaning over the stone table as if to say the conversation was finished.

Viserea was tired of being dismissed. Her choice in her own marriage had been dismissed. Her opinions on council matters were dismissed. She wouldn’t be dismissed again all because she was a woman.

She grabbed hold of the shoulder of Daemon’s armor and turned him so he was forced to look at her as she spoke,

“No matter what the whispers in Flea Bottom are, my father did not name me Viserea because of the supposed favoritism he showed towards one brother. My mother and father named me after the great Queen Visenya who fought alongside Aegon the Conqueror, placed the crown upon Aegon’s head, and was the first to hail him as King. My dragon was named to honor the goddess of Old Valyria that makes dreamers such as myself. I understand the honor in being given these names and I do not intend to bring them dishonor by lying around King’s Landing when there is a war to be fought.“

Violet eyes met violet eyes and Viserea noticed a change in Daemon’s that she couldn’t name. It did not match the smirk that came across his face as he spoke again,

“Alright then, Princess. You’ll fight.”

Viserea felt her stomach churning as she and Laenor Velaryon sat atop their dragons, waiting for their signal to take flight. She knew the plan was a smart one and the best chance they had, but she still didn’t like it. She didn’t like Daemon being alone and surrounded by the enemy, even though she knew he was capable of handling himself until the signal was given and she and Laenor were allowed to enter.

The minutes felt like an eternity, but eventually the signal was given and the two dragonriders gave their commands at the same time.

It was not hard for Viserea to find Daemon from the skies above, the army surrounding him giving away his exact location. As Laenor gave the command to Seasmoke to set fire to the archers perched on a ledge of one of the surrounding hills, Tessarion flew over him and Viserea steered her closer to Daemon.

“Dracarys!” Viserea shouted, feeling relief as the flames escaped Tessarion’s mouth and cascaded down upon the Crabfeeder’s men.

As Corlys’ and Daemon’s men flooded the beach and began fighting, Viserea kept Tessarion steady above Daemon, just as they had planned. Laenor and Seasmoke were aiding in taking down as many of the Crabfeeder’s men as possible while Viserea and Tessarion worked on strictly defending Daemon; they were trying to give him an open path to the Crabfeeder himself.

The two spotted him retreating into a cave at the same time, and before Viserea could give the command, Tessarion let another breath of dragonfire fall to the ground below and clear a path for Daemon.

Once Daemon was inside the cave, Viserea steered Tessarion away and let her breathe fire into all of the surrounding caves to ensure that no other men were within them. She turned her attention back to the beach and began helping Laenor set alight the ones left.

Vaemond was the first to notice Daemon’s return, but Viserea noticed him a couple moments later. Tessarion’s fire halted, spotting the Crabfeeder’s body, or the portion that was left, being dragged by Daemon to the ocean. Viserea watched Daemon as she heard the last of the Crabfeeder’s men that decided to still fight be killed, then steered Tessarion back to the camp with Laenor and Seasmoke.

Laenor and Viserea walked back to the stone table where the rest of the men eventually arrived, all of them now in good spirits. The past three years had been spent trying to kill the Crabfeeder and rid the area of the Triarchy, and they had finally accomplished it. Daemon was the last to arrive, now soaking wet but rinsed of all blood, and Viserea could hear Caraxes screech happily at seeing his rider unharmed.

Before Viserea could ask what would happen next, a knight standing a couple people away from her shouted out,

“To Daemon Targaryen! King of the Narrow Sea!”

Cheers of other knights followed and Corlys made his way over to Viserea as the cheers continued,

“How do you feel? Your uncle is being hailed King of the Narrow Sea as we speak and you and your dragon helped. Your presence and importance here will be written about, the same way you will be written about when Rhaenyra ascends the throne and you are made Hand to the Queen.” He asked her, a small smile on his face.

“I feel relieved the war is over and honored to have been chosen by Rhaenyra personally as her Hand.” Viserea answered automatically, unsure if Corlys was genuinely asking or if there was another motive behind it.

“A Princess’ answer… yet you traveled here in spite of your King’s wishes and the honor you feel at being chosen as Rhaenyra’s hand.” Corlys replied and revealed what he really wanted to know: why?

“I traveled here despite knowing what the King would have wanted, the same way he rejected the offer for my hand that I wanted to take despite him saying it would be my choice.” Viserea said, looking up at Corlys. A smirk crossed over their faces at the same time and Corlys even let out a small laugh.

“And did you ignore Rhaenyra’s wishes when you left?” Corlys questioned.

“It was her idea for me to leave. When I tried to argue that a Hand does not simply abandon her Queen because she is upset by others’ actions, she said that new opportunities could present themselves that would be valuable to her once she ascends the Iron Throne.” Viserea answered, still looking up at the man. He took a moment to reply, but he seemed satisfied by the answer.

“While I wish no harm to King Viserys, I look forward to seeing the throne run by a Queen that is confident enough to separate from her Hand for unknown amounts of time, and a Hand that is not only unafraid of putting her foot down to defend her stances, but is also unafraid of danger if it advances her Queen. As you have seen, trying to keep peace is not always the best way.” Corlys’ praise brought a rose tint to Viserea’s cheeks.

Her’s and Rhaenyra’s ways were always causes of complaints with Viserys. Never had he praised them for their stubborn nature or determination. It had always just seemed to annoy him as they were unwilling to give into his every whim and will.

Viserea didn’t know how to reply to Corlys’ praise, but she wasn’t given much of a chance to, either. He was pulled away from her as his knights needed his attention for some matter or another.

The sun had set behind the rocks of the island and fires were being lit and various forms of meat being roasted. The knights had begun to talk amongst themselves and Corlys, Vaemond, and Laenor were gathered around a fire of their own. Viserea went to sit beside them when a grip on her armor stopped her. Turning, she saw Daemon looking down at her,

“Come with me.”

Viserea did as told. Daemon’s tone hadn’t revealed anything and she was unsure what his response to her being there would be now that the fighting was over. The last she had seen him was when she and Rhaenyra had flown to Dragonstone to retrieve Baelon’s egg that he had stolen.

Her anger had faded by now and it was obvious by the way she and Rhaenyra both clung to every word of news about him that they still cared deeply for him. Viserea knew she had changed in the last three years and Daemon’s disrespectful antics held no importance to her anymore.

There had been many nights that Viserea and Rhaenyra spent talking about their uncle. Their feelings for him confused even themselves. While their anger and hurt had faded every time they heard news of the war in the Stepstones until all that was left was worry and concern for him, it seemed as though the fantasy they shared of him being the one to marry both of them was meant to be just a fantasy. The longer the two of them went without speaking to him, the more they had begun to focus on finding their second best option: finding two husbands who would not keep the two of them apart. Viserea mentioning Daemon’s name as one of the only two men she would ever marry surprised her as much as it had surprised Viserys.

Viserea was shaken from her thoughts when Daemon stopped at a tent set away from the rest. He held it open and tilted his head towards it,

“Change, then we can eat.” He said in the same unreadable tone as before.

Viserea nodded and stepped inside, Daemon dropping the bag she had brought to the floor just inside. She hadn’t even realized he had picked it up. She changed into her riding gear, save for the coat she usually wore over it all. She purposely had left her nightclothes back in the Keep, not feeling comfortable wearing them in front of so many knights. Her riding gear was comfortable enough for her to sleep in and more practical for fighting if they were woken in the middle of the night.

Once she was done, Viserea stepped outside the tent and found Daemon had removed his armor and was now sitting in only the pants that were worn under his armor. A quick glance around the camp told Viserea that this was normal as none of the men seemed to be wearing more than that. She sat on the same side of the fire as Daemon, but far enough away that she wasn’t sitting directly next to him. Some kind of animal sat roasting above the fire and the hunger she had been ignoring made itself known.

A million thoughts ran through her mind, but none of them seemed like the right thing to say. What do you say to someone you hadn’t seen until you flew in on your dragon and demanded to be allowed to fight in the war they had been fighting for three years in a place they were now being hailed as King of?

“You’re wearing the rings, but not the earrings.” Daemon suddenly said, breaking the silence.

Viserea glanced down at her hands, absentmindedly turning the only ring she wore,

“I gave the earrings to Rhaenyra before I left,” She told him, looking back into the fire and trying to ignore the way his stare on her made her heart hammer in his chest.

“Why?” He asked her, but there were so many things he could’ve been asking “why” about, that Viserea didn’t give a straight answer.

“What exactly are you questioning?” Viserea returned, arching an eyebrow though she kept her face pointed to the fire.

“All of it, I suppose. Why did you leave her the earrings? Why did you leave? Why did you come here?”

“I left the earrings with her because it seemed a shame for them to simply sit and collect dust. I came here because Viserys would immediately send men to Dragonstone to look for me there. I left because I needed to leave for a while and Rhaenyra agreed,” she kept her responses short. Caring for him didn’t mean she trusted him wholly again. If he truly wanted to know more, he could question her the way she knew he was capable of.

Daemon sighed beside her and Viserea bit back a smirk. He knew the game she was playing and knew that he was going to have to work for her answers. For all the anger she had felt, the fraction of annoyance she was going to cause him was well deserved.

“Why did you need to leave King’s Landing and Rhaenyra, and why did you need to come somewhere that the Crown would not immediately send men to in order to retrieve you, and why did you leave with plans to be away for a while?” Daemon questioned, his tone differing now. There was now genuine curiosity.

“I was tired of being treated differently while Viserys swore he viewed Rhaenyra and I the same. He arranged a proposal for Rhaenyra with Jason Lannister at Aegon’s nameday a sennight ago. Harwin Strong offered his hand to me the same day, but it was not Viserys’ doing. The day after we returned, the same day Ser Addam set sail to bring the notice of the Crown offering you resources, he informed Rhaenyra and I that we would be allowed to choose our own suitors. I told him of Harwin’s proposal and he told me earlier today that he would not approve of the marriage,” Viserea paused, allowing Daemon to ask any questions he may have.

“Why does he not approve?” Daemon questioned to which Viserea sighed,

“He said that Harrenhaal’s loyalty was already ensured with our Master of Laws and that other houses might take it as a slight if father were to be Master of Laws and son was to be wed to the future Hand. He told me we needed to expand our allies,” Viserea answered with a sarcastic laugh, “I held nothing back after that and told him exactly how I have felt during my last couple years of being in court.”

“And will I have the honor of hearing what you told him?” Daemon asked with the same curiosity as earlier.

“You will, but I have to warn you that it is not my proudest moment. There were some comments that are unbefitting for a Princess.” Viserea said, finally looking at Daemon with a teasing gleam in her eyes.

“Well then you must remember that I am the King’s brother when you tell me this. I might have your head for treaso,.” Daemon teased in return, causing Viserea to smile and let out a small laugh.

She knew she should not be so eager to let him in again, but she felt the walls she had tried to keep up come crumbling down. Walls never stood a chance against dragons and the fire they breathed.

Her smile fell when she began to recount her words, knowing that some of the comments she had made were out of line and that Viserys could have easily had her tongue for them, and that she had even mentioned not wanting to end up with a marriage like Daemon’s own,

“I told him that his planned proposal for Rhaenyra and nothing for me proved that he did not view me as his daughter. I told him he viewed you and me as nothing but political pawns and that I would not be married off to someone I cannot stand to be around, that I would never consummate the marriage, and that it would be annulled once Rhaenyra ascended the throne,” She saw a familiar flash of emotion across Daemon’s face when she said this. It was familiar because it was one that she herself had worn any time the realization hit her again, “I then told him I would not suffer the same fate as Aemma because he married me off to a man that valued my position as Hand more than he did me and one that only wanted heirs. I finally listed the two men I would take in marriage and have heirs with, and that if my marriage was to neither of those men, I would do everything in my power to ensure I never produced a child so that Rhaenyra could annul it and allow me to marry who I choose.” Viserea’s voice had grown as cold as it had earlier that day, as if she was saying it all to Viserys all over again.

“So you ran away to avoid losing your head?” Daemon said, trying to tease her although the same energy wasn’t behind it as before. Viserea shook her head but allowed a small smile on her face at his comment,

“It was not my idea to leave King’s Landing. I returned to my chambers and Rhaenyra was already there, wanting to know Viserys’ response to the proposal. I told her what had happened and everything I had said, and she suggested I leave to show I was not just going to accept whatever his response was. She said she would distract him by saying she wanted to tour Westeros in search of a husband and that I should leave to see if new opportunities present themselves.”

“You’re leaving out important details,” Daemon accused, and Viserea found him staring at her already when she looked back up to him, “Details that explain why coming to a war ground was the best plan instead of a childish one.”

“Reflecting on it, the details don’t make it any less dangerous. My lack of self preservation still helped you today, though. You are now King of the Stepstones and there is no denying that Tessarion aided in that,” Viserea replied, knowing the details would make everything make sense. She didn’t want Daemon to know that she had named him as one of the two men she would marry, though. Not yet. Not unless there was some sign that he wanted the same.

Daemon shrugged at Viserea’s comment, not bothering to deny that Tessarion had helped,

“You and your dragon helped today. You could not see the surprise on the Triarchy men’s faces when a dragon larger than Caraxes appeared over the horizon. However, being hailed as King of the Stepstones was not my motivation for fighting here.”

“What was?” Viserea asked, looking up at him again at the same time as he looked to her.

“You tell me the missing details, and I’ll tell you my motivation,” Daemon offered.

“Make the offer again before we go to sleep, and I might accept,” Viserea told him, wanting to enjoy the rest of their night together before she possibly ruined it.

“I can deal with that,” Daemon told her before switching to another subject. Then another. And then another.

The two ate the roasted meat as they discussed everything that had happened over the last two years, from stories of how Daemon had conquered each of the islands of the Stepstones, to Viserea revealing the only dream she had seen was the one of the White Hart showing itself to Rhaenyra at Aegon’s nameday. They spoke to and teased each other as if no time had passed. When asked, she explained the details of how Harwin had offered his hand to her.

“He said that he understood my loyalty to Rhaenyra and he would not try to stand in the way of it…” She paused, watching his face carefully as she spoke, “He said that my loyalty to her would make me the best Hand she could ask for.”

Daemon nodded, his face showing nothing that alarmed Viserea to try and take back her words or hide their meaning.

“Even as young children, you and Rhaenyra showed a certain… devotion to each other.” The use of the word “devotion” sent Viserea’s heart racing, but if Daemon had noticed any change in Viserea, he did not let him stop, “It was a common topic between Viserys, Aegon, and I. I suspect that your loyalties to each other have grown over the past couple years with the betrayal the two of you would have felt due to Viserys’ marriage to Alicent… among other things,” Daemon said and Viserea knew that mentioning other betrayals was his way of acknowledging his wrongdoings.

Viserea nodded in confirmation,

“Rhaenyra is the only person whom I have never doubted the loyalty of, and I know she has never doubted mine,” Viserea said, trailing off before asking, “What did you, my father, and Viserys say of Rhaenyra and mine’s devotion?”

Daemon chuckled at the question, as if it and the answer was amusing to him, “Their opinions differed from mine own. They said it was nice to see the two of you acting as sisters instead of mere cousins and hoped the two of you continued to remain so close as genuine trust is not something you can place in just anyone inside the Keep.”

“And what caused your own opinion to differ?” Viserea asked him, not realizing she had turned her body to face him completely as she awaited his answer.

He turned his head so he was no longer watching the fire and was instead watching her, his eyes casting over her face in an attempt to watch for any slight change, “I started by agreeing with them, saying that the two of you were sisters in some other lifetime. My opinion changed slowly over time, there was no certain moment that defined the change. The moment that my opinion was proven true, whether Viserys wishes to see it or not, was when all of the houses were called to swear their loyalty to you and Rhaenyra as Heir and Hand.”

Confusion made its place on Viserea’s face, “You were there?”

“I would not have missed it,” Daemon answered quickly, as if the idea of missing it was an insult to him and his tone allowed for no argument.

Viserea nodded, deciding not to ask where he was and instead returning back to the original topic, “What was it about that day that made your opinion change?”

“Everything. The devotion in your voice, the way the two of you were unable to keep your eyes off of each other, the look you gave to anyone who showed any sign of hesitation to Rhaenyra.”

Viserea dropped her gaze from Daemon and focused on her hands where she was absentmindedly toying with the ring he had given her, “And what did your opinion change to?” Viserea asked, her voice shaking slightly.

Daemon didn’t reply at first, his eyes not leaving Viserea’s face. The shaking in Viserea’s voice had already confirmed to him that he was right. Viserea finally looked back up at him, and Daemon stood up then kicked out what was remaining of the fire. He offered a hand to her and guided her inside of the small tent.

The other knights’ fires gave enough light that Viserea could make out the objects inside the tent, but not enough that either of them would be able to read the other’s expressions.

Daemon motioned for Viserea to sit next to him on the small pile of blankets inside the tent and she lowered herself to the spot, staying quiet as she awaited his answer to her previous question.

“My opinion is that the feelings the two of you share something far beyond devotion and loyalty, and that Harwin, along with whoever the other man is, are the only two men whose hands’ you will accept in marriage because they are the only two you trust to allow your relationship with Rhaenyra to continue,” Daemon finally said.

For some reason, Daemon knowing of her and Rhaenyra did not cause anymore anxiety to make it’s home inside of her. Instead, she felt relief.

“How long have the two of you kept it hidden?” Daemon asked.

“Four years. Amarda and Ser Ryden have known of it since the first year,” Viserea said, looking at him.

“So many people in that Keep that are supposed to attend to the two of you and yet all but four people are completely blind to the two of you,” Daemon said with a note of exasperation in his voice.

Viserea giggled at his words and the truth behind them, “Don’t get too confident in your abilities to see through us. One of your opinions was only partially correct.”

“And which opinion was that?” He questioned, looking to her and making Viserea realize just how close the two of them were.

“If I answer that, it reveals the details I was leaving out earlier. Tell me your motivation for your fighting here and I’ll tell you the details and in what way your opinion was wrong,” Viserea offered to him, waiting as he debated the offer.

He took a breath before speaking, as if he didn’t want to agree to to the terms, but he knew that arguing with Viserea was useless,

“My motivation was you and Rhaenyra. I stole Baelon’s egg to spite Viserys and the two of you. I saw the way the two of you acted with each other when Rhaenyra was named heir and knew I had no chance of coming between you. I brought Mysaria to Dragonstone and fooled myself into thinking I loved her, and I had no problem setting the Gold Cloaks to the men who joined Otto Hightower to retrieve the egg while I handled Otto myself. I don’t know what I thought would come of that day if it came to a fight. Seeing Tessarion and Syrax land on the bridge changed my mind. I knew I wasn’t capable of hurting Rhaenyra and I was not dumb enough to think you would let me walk away if I did. The two of you left and Mysaria left soon after and I was relieved she was gone. Corlys came to me soon after. He was talking of the war here and I pretended to care about the reasons he gave me for why I should care. I came here because he mentioned the power they were gaining and the threat it would be to Westeros if left alone. I came here because I assumed I knew it was the only way to keep the two of you safe. If we won the war, the two of you were safe; and if they killed me, then it would force my brother to finally take action.”

Daemon’s words had caused a number of emotions to stir in Viserea. They had not looked away from each other the entire time and he had spoken his words without pause which Viserea was grateful for. She wouldn’t have known how to respond part way through. The logical part of her brain told her that she shouldn’t believe his words, or that she should at least be wary of them. The logical part of her brain told her that Daemon had hurt her and Rhaenyra before and that he could be lying. But it was Daemon and Rhaenyra that had always encouraged her to trust her intuition. ‘You are a dreamer. Do you think Tessarion, the very Goddess that gifted you with dreams, would only help you with dreams? Trust your intuition.’

Her intuition was telling her that he was being truthful and to trust him one final time.

“You were wrong about the second man whose hand I would take. Harwin Strong would allow for Rhaenyra and I to continue our relationship, but the second man would do more than that. He would do what Harwin could not,” Viserea told him, the two of them still watching each other’s faces. Now that her eyes had adjusted to the lack of light, she could make out more of his features, but not enough to read everything that flickered across his face. “Rhaenyra and I’s opinion of him and what he would do is the same.”

“What do the two of you believe he would do?” Daemon asked quickly, as if he was unwilling to wait for an answer.

“We believe he would take both of us as his wives… that he would marry us in the ways of Old Valyria…” Viserea said with a quiet but confident voice. She knew her mention of Old Valyria would confirm any doubts he may have had left about who she and Rhaenyra had discussed.

“A marriage that only Valyrian blood could complete,” Daemon said, his voice just as quiet as hers.

“A marriage that would bring three dragons together, just like those in the sigil of our house,” Viserea confirmed.

“You and Rhaenyra have thought about this for some time,” Daemon pointed out, his tone neutral.

“It’s been an idea that neither of us can rid our minds of.”

“King Viserys would never allow it,” Daemon pointed out, “and I am still married.”

“We have thought of Viserys’ reaction already,” Viserea said, “We’re unsure how to erase your marriage since he is the only one with that power, but we have thought of how to marry without Viserys’ blessing.”

“Tell me how you plan to work around the King,” Daemon commanded, though his voice had not risen in volume.

“It is not a perfect plan by any means,” Viserea warned, “however, it is the best we could come up with until Rhaenyra is Queen. You and I would be wed first, as it would cause the least amount of strife. We do not need the King’s blessing if we take to Dragonstone and are wed by Maester Gerardys in the ways of Valyria. Rhaenyra would propose a marriage to Laenor Velaryon-“

“I am not sure he would be interested in any maidens offering their hand,” Daemon said, cutting off Viserea, though Viserea quickly replied,

“Which would mean he would be willing to keep Rhaenyra and I’s own activities a secret. The marriage would hide his own interests and Rhaenyra’s.”

Daemon stayed silent as he seemed to consider the idea. He had never been one to back away from something just because of the challenge it presented, but this was something that would be difficult on all fronts.

“The marriage would continue until Rhaenyra is Queen?” Daemon questioned.

“We could have all three of us married in Dragonstone with a single raven to Rhaenyra, but there is enough strife between Viserys and you and me without seeming to steal Rhaenyra away,” Viserea explained. It was obvious as she explained all of her and Rhaenyra’s plan that they had spoken in detail of this multiple times and at great lengths, “She is telling him she wishes to sail all of Westeros to look for a suitor, and at the end of it, she will say she wants to wed Laenor. This would end the mess Viserys has made between himself and Corlys, as his son would be Prince, and his grandchildren would sit upon the Iron Throne after Rhaenyra. Once Rhaenyra is Queen, she will have the power to do as she pleases, if another opportunity has not already arisen.”

“And what are we to do while she tours Westeros?”

“In order to keep from Viserys becoming too suspicious of how planned this truly is, we would stay away from King’s Landing and Dragonstone. We could travel wherever we wanted, Rhaenyra is going to send a raven when she is returning to King’s Landing, and we will arrive to announce our marriage. Viserys will be distracted by the plans of her wedding to Laenor, as he has proven before that Rhaenyra’s marriage is the important one to him, and he won’t waste a war on something he knows he will not be able to change. He goes to Alicent for advice, and as much as I dislike her, she would make him see sense if he did try to do anything too drastic.”

“It seems as though you and Rhaenyra have thought of everything,” Daemon said, finally allowing himself to truly consider the idea.

“The only thing we have not been able to figure out, is how to rid you of your marriage,” Viserea admitted.

“I will handle my marriage. I have thought about it before but never had a reason to do anything. This is my responsibility and you two have done enough,” Daemon said quickly.

“Is this your way of saying you accept our offer of marriage?” Viserea asked, a small smile on her face.

“Zaldrītsos (little dragon),” Daemon started, reaching up and taking Viserea’s chin in between two fingers so she was forced to look at him, “nothing will stop me from making you my wife.”

Viserea leaned forward, kissing him as she had yearned to do for years. Any amount of resolve Daemon had left was gone the minute their lips touched. As the kiss deepened, his hand went to rest on her hips and she was pulled onto his lap. One of her own hands had gone to his hair while the other rested on his chest, the heat of him contrasting with the cool temperature of her hands.

As his hands began to explore under her shirt, Daemon broke away and his hands slid out from under her shirt,

“We can’t. Not tonight,” he said, though it sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than Viserea.

Viserea nodded, breathing heavily, knowing the risk was too much. Anybody could catch them and the last thing they needed was for her to be with child before they were even married. She leaned in and kissed him softly once more before removing herself from his lap and sitting next to him again.

Daemon laid down and pulled Viserea down with him. She easily curled up against him, laying her head against his chest as his arms wrapped around her.

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