Life After Death - Aegon Targaryen x Reader
hey, this is literally my first time writing something like this. please be nice and feedback is appreciated. English is my first language but sometimes i am stupid I have seen another story similar to this but not exact, I have not copied anyone, i swear.
TW: death, grief
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Fire and Blood/House of the Dragon, nor do I claim to own any of them.
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It was becoming dark and getting cooler as you, Princess Visenya Targaryen, were ushered by Aegon's men into your own quarters alone, and your beloved mother and brothers were held outside in the courtyard of Dragonstone.
You didn't bother trying to bang on the door to get out, as you knew they had been locked and the fight had practically been lost. You could hear the clinging of the armor of the guards who were stationed outside your door on Aegon's orders. He demanded you be taken to your quarters, "To be dealt with later."
Sighing in defeat you sat down in a chair near the hearth, hands wringing together in your lap. Glancing towards the window, seeing the sun starting to set in the sky.
What could you do? Nothing. Your beloved dragon, Vermithor and his mate Silverwing, were being held down on Dragonmont, you silently prayed to any god who would listen to keep your dear dragon and his own lover safe. There was no way to get to the two large beasts, only hoping they would remain unharmed; though it would take a lot of effort for simple soldiers to kill two gigantic dragons.
You felt a slow breeze drift through your open windows, cool enough for you to consider wrapping up in a blanket, but you didn't want to move. There were a hundred thoughts running through your head. What was to happen to your mother, the queen? What about your dear brothers Aegon and Viserys? Your other brothers Jacareys, Lucerys, and Joffery were all killed off separately during the war.
It was painful and torture sitting with, what ifs? The seconds felt like hours drifting by, slowly, like watching a boat move across the water over the horizon on a day with no wind.
You began to pick at the loose thread on your black and red dress, thinking about how you'd need to repair it, maybe with some pretty embroidery, if you survived. Oh, but no. It felt so stupid to think of something like that when your mother and brothers were being held by Aegon's men. How could this be real life?
You jumped in your seat when you suddenly hear a dragon's roar, though not Vermithors or Silverwings. It must be Sunfyre, the thought makes you even more nervous, feeling yourself start to shake. You stood up to walk around hoping that would ease the shaking of your body, it did slightly; before you heard a scream. A scream that was bloodcurdling, it was haunting, memorable. Somehow you knew whose it was, though you wanted so badly to deny it, to not think of such a thing.
You found yourself sitting back down on the chair by the hearth, tears forming themselves in your eyes before they began to cascade down your pale face. You sat there like a statue, sitting up properly like a lady, hands folded nicely in your lap, with tears falling quickly, a few hitting the tops of your hands, one or two on your knuckles, your eyes trained down to the stone floor.
Then there were cheers, you turned your head slowly towards the window moving your eyes from the floor to the sunset, it was pretty. At least she died when the sunset was beautiful, you thought, trying to comfort yourself once again. Then you heard cheers from the soldiers and a triumphant roar from Sunfyre.
How dare they?! My mother just died and they cheer? You felt angry, you wanted to scream and throw things around the room. You also wanted to be held, mostly by the big arms of your stepfather, Daemon. He wasn't great at discussing feelings but he was good at comforting you when you were sad or had a bad dream, But, he was dead too. Aegon and Viserys, are dead by now. Everyone you loved was dead, all for a throne.
It was quiet again, your gaze had turned to the fire, the tears still slipping from your eyes, though not as many now. You felt numb and didn't want to cry anymore, you didn't want to feel anything anymore. You were ready to meet your fate as well.
There was a knock at the door, you stood up as it opened. Aegon walked in, with his hand on the pommel of his sword. His face was a bit flushed, but he looked composed, well as composed as one could be after destroying his own sister. You walked toward one another before stopping only two steps separating the two of you.
"Princess Visenya," he said giving you a small smile.
"Aegon," You responded shakily, trying to stop any more tears from reemerging. You told yourself you were going to be strong.
"I have put your mother to death by dragon fire." He said calmly, his hand tightening on the pommel of his sword.
"I gathered that when I heard a dragon's roar followed by screaming and then cheering." You replied, looking at him in the eyes.
He pursed his lips looking down at the stone floor and then quickly back at you. He reached the hand from his sword out and gently started playing with a loose tendril of your silver hair that was near your face. You want to swat his hand away but you were out of the effort for anything. You felt a sort of light tension coming from his person, he opened his mouth to say something and then closed it.
He shifted his gaze from the hair he was playing with to you once again. "I'm going to give you two options Visenya, that's it, I ask that you choose very carefully, okay?" He said, lightly raising his eyebrows.
"Okay." You lightly nodded your head, your hands playing with the rings you had on.
"You can either marry me and become my queen and I'll let your brothers live, or I can sentence all three of you to death the same way your mother died." He said, letting out a breath at the end.
Your eyes widened at him, "My brothers are still alive?" you asked with a hopeful smile.
"Yes," he said, nodding his head, letting go of the silver tendril.
You paused for a brief moment, you surely thought they too had died, you were expecting to die as well, maybe not the same way your mother had. But here Aegon was offering you and your surviving brothers the chance to live, though be his wards. You could become queen though, you weren't your mother's heir, it was Jacareys but you could continue her legacy. You could allow your younger brothers peace, something none of you had known in far too long. You fought with yourself internally, how could you marry the man who usurped your mother's throne and killed your mother? You thought once again to your brothers, they deserved to live.
"I will marry you Aegon," you said, looking up from the floor to him. He smiled widely at you. "But on a condition."
His smile faltered, "On a condition?"
You nodded your head.
"Visenya," he looked down in disbelief with a slight shake of his head, "I'm allowing you to live under far better terms than my advisors would even think of and you're wanting conditions?"
"No bedding ceremony. I do not want to be humiliated or bred like a showhorse in front of people." You spit out quickly before he could say anything else.
He looked back up at you. "That can absolutely be arranged Visenya, absolutely." He slowly and lightly put his hands on the side of your face, and he leaned down to give you a soft kiss on your lips. It was quick and your first-ever kiss, never did you expect it to be Aegon. He pulled back giving you a smile that you returned.
"I'm glad about the choice you have made, I must finish things up here on Dragonstone, we shall begin our return to Kings Landing in the morning. I will see that your brothers are being treated well. If you need anything please let one of the guards know, I will send a servant to give you dinner. " Aegon said, lightly grasping your hands, pulling them up to his lips for a kiss, before striding out of the room.
You stood there watching the doors close behind him, this time you did not hear a lock. You walked back over to the chair in front of the hearth, it was somehow still burning strong. Your mother had just died, Aegon has won the war and you were to marry him soon. You felt a rush of mixed emotions. You felt like a traitor to your mother and her supporters, you felt like you did the right thing in protecting your brothers and keeping them alive. But you would also end the war and bring about peace.
You were going to marry King Aegon II and be his Queen.
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