#my oc: elaena targaryen

[theold-ultraviolence]

Hiii

I was just wondering how would Aemond and his love react to their kid being hurt and losing their eye potentially. Maybe it’s so so but eventually they say they couldn’t save the eye and so due to infection or whatever they had to remove it.

How would the kids siblings act?

Would Aemond see them come together to protect their sibling and see what he wished his brother and siblings did for him that night he lost his eye.

I imagine he would make sure he wasn’t like Viserys. He would make sure his kid was okay and protected but also justice. There would be justice.

Imagine if it was his daughter 😱 his little princess. His little dragon. It would hurt him so much. Imagine if in her sweet little voice “it’s okay kepa and muna. I can look like kepa now and have my own eye patch. Like the pirates in the stories.”

Or something like that. I can practically hear Aemonds heart break.

I am so so so sorry this is so long. I just thought that your dad Aemond stuff is so Damn good and you would make an awesome fic out of ideas like above. I know they suck and you get much better ideas from people but this just popped in my head. I hope you have a great day. ☀️

OK FIRST OF ALL, sorry it took me so long to get to this, my brain just hasn't been working these days but ahhhhh, second of all, HOW DARE YOU DROP ME ALL THIS ANGST. IT HURTS. BUT IT HURTS SO GOOD. I don't have the brain capacity for a fully fleshed out fic, but I can offer you this humble drabble...CW: angst ahead, but it's brief and followed by a lot of fluff and the injuries aren't explicitly described.

The Sapphire Princess (drabble) • (King!Aemond Targaryen, dad!Aemond)

...For this scenario, I'm imagining Aemond is king, and he has his three children I’ve talked about before, Elaena the eldest, and the twins, Aeron and Vaella. Elaena and Aeron are his protectors while everyone in the kingdom knows that the youngest of the twins, Vaella, is the most attached to her father out of the three children.

Vaella is the sensitive one, the soft child in a household of strong-willed children. The one who's always holding onto Aemond's hand. She's not his protector in the same way that Elaena and Aeron are, it's like Vaella's got his father's heart under her care. Everyone used to say that the prince had a black heart. But not anymore, not the king. His children are to thank for it. Out of his two daughters, while Elaena wears practical clothing, ready for combat, Vaella is known for wearing sapphire blue dresses, the color of her father's prosthetic eye. Because of this, she's known as 'the sapphire princess', and she's very loved by all.

She's the perfect target for those wanting to hurt the King - hit him where it hurts most. A single scratch to her beautiful face, a face that's the mirror image of the Queen, it's enough to ignite King Aemond's fury.

So one night, The Red Keep goes aflame. Princess Vaella is nowhere to be found in the dead of night. You can only hear the thunderous growling of King Aemond, his stomping steps reverberating against the stone floors of the palace as he commands Elaena and Aeron to lead the King's Guard in search of her dearest daughter, just as he rides Vaghar to watch over the Kingdom from above.

The search isn't an arduous one, but it is dooming. It is gut-wrenching; Elaena feels as though his heart has been ripped from her chest when she finds her young sister, wailing in pain all doubled over herself in one of the alleyways of flea bottom. Aeron kneels down, feeling weakened at the sight, feeling his twin's stabbing pain as his own.

Young Vaella Targaryen's left eye has been taken, like her father before her. Elaena takes her sister in arms, just as Aeron takes the lead of the king's guard in order to find the culprit. Seek and destroy is the order.

Elaena feels desperate and weak, but she holds on to her strength as she carries her sister all the way to the Maesters.The Queen weeps and clutches her silk robes at the sound of Vaghar's growls in the sky. From the windows of the palace, one could only see a spear of Dragonfire cutting through the sky like Vaella's own facial wound. The enemies of the king have been destroyed.

Aemond rushes in but paralyzes on the spot. The sight that greets him is taunting and cruel, bringing back flooding memories that are as vicious as the bloodshed outside. "My sweet dove..." he laments as he reaches his queen and children, who form a protective circle around Vaella.

"Father..." she croaks out, barely able to speak with the Maesters working on sewing her scar shut. Where once Princess Vaella used to look like a carbon copy of her mother, now it's as though Aemond is looking at a vivid image of his past self.

Aemond takes her hand, squeezing tightly. "The ones responsible have been annihilated, ñuha jorrāelagon. You don't need to fret. Your family is with you."

"Don't mourn me, kepa." She murmurs, as a single tear escapes her big doe eye, "You were strong enough to endure, and so will I. The bravery in your blood is the same that courses through my own veins. Now my Sapphire nickname is as true as ever."

It doesn't stop Aemond from crying, and grasping onto Vaella's delicate hand as if she'd evaporate in the blink of a weary eye.

"You've got something your father lacked, back then, my darling." Her mother's tone is both comforting and laced with the ferocity that could make anyone believe in miracles. Vaella's mother speaks to her, but also to the younger version of Aemond, the one that wished he'd had someone other than his mother to defend him.

"You have us. We will nurture you back to health. It won't be easy, my dove. But we'll be there."

Elaena and Aeron stand beside their parents, wiping off their tears and replacing the somber look on their faces with hopeful smiles. Vaella couldn't see them sad, she needs her siblings healthy and strong.

The months passed, and the road to recovery was long, with days when the pain is blinding for Vaella, and her cries can be heard all throughout the Red Keep. Days where the King can be seen starring idly at nothing at all as if lost in a sea of memories. There were days when Aeron and Elaena sat on the iron throne, for the King wanted nothing but to spend the day nestled in bed, cuddling his daughter. And days when kepa and muña could be spotted in the gardens, helping their daughter train with the sword so that she'll never again be unarmed and unable to defend herself.

A year later, a portrait of the royal family was commissioned. At the iron throne, sat the king. Flanking his left, stood Elaena and Aeron. The Queen, ever-present to the king's right. And in the front, sat by the king's knee - like a ripple of the King's image - Vaella, The Sapphire Princess. Neither the father nor the daughter wore their respective eye patches, proud to display their shared symbol of resilience.

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[viiisenyas]

Prologue: Made of Fire and Water

Series Summary: As the firstborn child to Ser Laenor Velaryon and Princess Rhaenyra, most believed that Elaena would succeed King Viserys’ chosen heir. But after her younger brother, Jacaerys, was named in her stead, the rumours amidst the royal court began to grow regarding her mother’s integrity. Years later, the whispers would not leave, and Elaena would find herself placed in a strategic match with Prince Aegon to placate her mother’s enemies. Little did she know, she had already become a pawn for the political game, and she would become the hidden advantage for the Greens.

Ship: Aegon II Targaryen x Elaena Velaryon (OC) Series Rating: 18+ (Minors DNI !!) Series Warnings: arranged marriage, canon divergence, smut, suicidal ideation, alcohol abuse, canon-typical incest, death, obsessive behaviour, dubious consent, graphic violence, sexual harassment, enemies to lovers Credits: Divider from here. A/N: This series begins at Episode 6. For narrative purposes, I've aged up some of the characters. This work is also Team Green positive. If you don't like it, keep scrolling.

[Index] | [AO3]

Elaena

The summer breeze swept past Elaena, and the warm sunlight kissed her copper skin. Her father’s dragon released a long roar while he carried both of them through the clouds, and she clung to Laenor.

Seasmoke began his descent towards Blackwater Bay after Laenor gently patted his scales, and the familiar sight of the Red Keep became larger as they neared King’s Landing.

The dragon levelled out just above the water, and her father gripped the handles of the saddle. 

Elaena let her gaze settle on the ships leaving the harbour, sailing to gods know where. The sight was still just as breathtaking as it was when she was but a young girl, still hoping that her own egg would hatch. But it never did.

He leaned forward, and the young princess grinned while Seasmoke began to ascend above the city as they flew over the docks. 

She always admired the great structure of the Dragonpit from this altitude. However, their flight would be over soon. It was time to return to her responsibilities, and to tend to her mother. Rhaenyra was due to give birth any day now, and her smile widened as her mind wandered to the prospect of finally having a younger sister. 

She wondered whether her supposed sister would have silvery hair and violet eyes like her own. Though she was nearly seventeen years of age, she couldn’t contain her excitement of introducing her sister to dolls when the time came. There were still many that she kept over the years that rested on display upon a shelf - some had been gifts that her paternal grandfather, Lord Corlys, had bestowed to her before leaving Driftmark when she was only eight. Others had been from King Viserys himself. 

The deafening flap of Seasmoke’s wings had pulled her from her thoughts as he circled the Dragonpit before he landed just outside the tunnel where the handlers were waiting. 

“Dohaerās, Seasmoke!” One of them commanded.

He growled, and Elaena gently patted his grey scales. 

“Umbās,” Laenor said firmly. “Rybās.”

Seasmoke snarled lightly as the young princess chuckled, and her father unlinked the chain around their waists.

“You did well, darling,” he chuckled softly. “Soon enough you’ll be riding alone on your own dragon.”

“But there aren’t any unclaimed dragons here, Father,” she frowned as Laenor helped her out of the saddle. 

“There’s plenty at Dragonstone, love,” Laenor smiled and gently poked her nose, making her chuckle. “We can venture there after your new sibling arrives.”

“Do you promise?”

“Of course, love.”

She glanced to her left to see the carriage waiting for them, and her gentle smile dissolved when she met Aegon’s violet gaze.

“My sweet niece,” he called with a wide grin as Sunfyre was being guided out of the Dragonpit.

Elaena resisted the urge to scowl as she dismounted her father’s dragon. 

She despised her uncle, and rather than physically tormenting her as he once had when they were children, he made a point of attempting to provoke her at every turn with his ridiculous innuendos. How he was nearly a man grown, yet still acted like a child at times was beyond her.

“Prince Aegon,” she reluctantly greeted, and Laenor offered the same courtesy. 

Her father pressed his lips together and avoided his good brother’s gaze as he encouraged her to pet Seasmoke, gently moving her hand across the beast’s neck. The dragon snarled softly in contentment when her palm moved against his scales. 

“Why don’t you return to the Red Keep while I fetch an egg for your new sibling,” Laenor suggested. “I’m sure your mother will want your company.”

“All right,” she nodded, and Laenor gently kissed her forehead before she turned to walk towards the carriage.

“Welcome back, Princess,” Ser Steffon greeted. He was sitting astride his white stallion and offered her a gentle smile.

“You look relieved, Ser Steffon,” she laughed.

He chuckled with her. “I am relieved,” he pointed out. “Your unspoiled return just saved my head from a spike.”

She turned to face him, now walking backwards. “If I met my death with my father astride Seasmoke, then I died the death of a dragon rider,” she outstretched her hands dramatically before she mockingly bowed. “It’d be an honour.”

“Aye,” he shook his head as Laenor chuckled. “The Lord Commander warned me you’d be just like your mother in her youth - and your aunt at that.”

Elaena couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped her, and she turned back with a wide grin. She didn’t notice that Aegon had moved closer, and she nearly collided with him as she released a sharp gasp.

“Fuck,” she huffed, stepping back.

“There are other ways to tame a dragon, sweet niece,” Aegon bent at the waist to whisper in her ear. “If you still yearn for one. Come to my chambers tonight, and I might show you how.”

Her stomach turned. She gave him a contemptuous look as she moved past him towards the carriage, and Aegon chuckled.

“May the gods shrivel his cock,” she muttered under her breath.

The sound of his voice was irritating, and his presence was almost unbearable as she resisted the urge to shiver with disgust.

“Good morrow, Elaena,” Helaena greeted from the carriage with a gentle smile, and her expression softened.

Elaena smiled widely as she approached her aunt while she took off her glove with her teeth. 

“Your mother has given birth,” the Targaryen princess said.

“Already?” She asked, voice muffled. “Is it a boy or a girl?”

“A boy,” Helaena nodded.

Elaena sighed with disappointment and looked down as she removed her other glove.

“What… auspicious news,” she forced a smile and peered back at Seasmoke as the dragon slithered back into the depths of the Dragonpit alongside her father. 

The sunlight reflected from the dragon’s grey scales in an iridescent haze, and Elaena turned back after she caught Aegon leering at her again, sitting astride Sunfyre.

She released a disgusted sigh, rolling her eyes before Helaena outstretched her hand towards her to invite her within the confines of the carriage.

“I do hope your flight with Ser Laenor was a pleasant one,” she tilted her head. 

“It was,” Elaena smiled softly as she grasped her hand and climbed the steps into the wheelhouse. “I must admit, I’m surprised that you’re not riding today. It’s been a while since Dreamfyre was let out.”

“She just laid a clutch of eggs,” Helaena beamed as the two settled together. “I heard that Lord Stark is coming to court from Winterfell. And his eldest sons.”

“Odd,” Elaena furrowed her brows. “The Starks haven’t been to the capital since my first name day.”

“They’re coming for Aegon’s tourney,” she elaborated, and gently squeezed her hand after her niece scoffed. “And perhaps a betrothal.” 

Elaena deadpanned as she resisted the unpleasant shiver that threatened. 

She had grown up on stories of the suspicious and superstitious ways of the Northerners - the stories of the Kings of Winter. A brutal lot, they were, and she dare not assume that the passing centuries had softened their hearts or their grim ways after her forebears had united the realm. Even if it weren’t true, she didn’t want to live out the rest of her days in the grey waste of their homeland.

“Gods, I hope not,” she muttered, and a giggle bubbled from Helaena.

The carriage ride back to Maegor’s Holdfast was tedious and Elaena gazed through the wicker covering while Helaena had fallen asleep. 

She watched as she passed through the capital, and placed her hand over her mouth and nose, unaccustomed to the stench as they passed through Flea Bottom. 

Elaena began to wonder what life would have been like had she been born a commoner rather than a princess. To be a simple peasant, someone who did not need to constantly question why her younger brother, Jacaerys, was named her mother’s heir, and not her. 

She was the eldest of the Velaryon siblings, after all, and the unsettling thought plagued her mind for years. Was it really because she was a woman? Or was it simply to honour Westerosi tradition? But she was painfully aware that her grandsire had already broken that tradition with her mother. 

Her father once told her that it was because Rhaenyra didn’t want to burden Elaena with the responsibility of ruling when the time came. But she knew in her heart it was something… deeper. 

She possessed the typical traits of House Velaryon: silver-white curls, copper skin and violet eyes. Her younger brothers, however, did not inherit the same traits. But of course, that was yet another matter that was meant to be left unspoken. 

When the two finally arrived at the Red Keep, Elaena walked with her aunt through the castle in comfortable silence until they parted ways to tend to their own devices. 

She made haste to her bedchamber to change out of her riding attire. Having settled on a fine cerulean gown, she sighed softly when she gazed into the looking glass while her handmaiden, Rinna, quietly fussed over the mess of her wind-tousled curls. 

“Are you sure you do not wish to style it in the tradition of your house, Princess?” the woman asked. “It would be more manageable.”

“I like my hair just the way it is, thank you,” Elaena rolled her eyes playfully while she anxiously smoothed out the lingering wrinkles of the skirt of her gown with her hands.

“A braid then?” Rinna raised a brow, “Perhaps over your shoulder?”

“Sure.”

“You must be eager to meet your new brother, no?” she smiled. 

“Positively,” Elaena said flatly and examined her fingernails. “I was just hoping that I’d have a sister.”

“Perhaps some day, my princess.”

It didn’t take long for the woman to finish the fishtail, and she tied a leather strap on the ends of her hair to hold it in place.

“There,” Rinna said and pushed the braid over her shoulder before Elaena could reach upwards to do it herself. 

“Thank you,” she smiled sheepishly. 

“Now go. If you delay any longer, your mother will send the guards to come find you,” the handmaiden gave her a pointed look as she stood.

“Do I look like I’ve been out riding?” Elaena asked as she moved towards her door.

“No, but you do smell like you’ve been out.”

“Seven Hells,” she muttered as she glanced around.

There was no time to mask the distinct scent with rosemary oil, and Elaena huffed before she made haste out of her room. She walked quickly throughout the Red Keep, mindlessly greeting every other lord that gently bowed their heads until she rounded the corner towards the next stairwell.

Quiet curses escaped her when she lifted her skirts to skip the steps. She could never understand why King Maegor had left his descendants with a ridiculously enormous castle - that in itself was inherently cruel - but she sighed with relief when she finally approached her mother’s doors and knocked quietly on them.

“Come,” Rhaenyra’s voice resonated, her tone welcoming.

Elaena opened the door and slowly poked her head inside with a sheepish smile. 

“Hello, Mother… Apologies for my tardiness, I was—”

Oh. 

She wasn’t expecting Ser Harwin to be standing beside her mother, and he offered a kind smile as he handed the newborn babe to Rhaenyra. 

Rhaenyra smiled. “Come in, sit with me a while.”

“I, uh… Of course,” she nodded, letting the door close behind her. 

“Princess,” Harwin greeted with a nod.

“Ser Harwin,” she raised her eyes out of courtesy as she sat on the plush sofa beside her mother. Then her eyes drifted back down towards her brother.

Elaena resisted the urge to frown, and she tilted her head. The boy looked like her other brothers. 

“Where is your father?” Rhaenyra furrowed her brows.

“He’s at the Dragonpit. He said he wanted to choose an egg for the babe.” she shrugged.

“You stink of dragon,” her mother pointed out, disapprovingly. “You went riding with him, didn’t you?”

“I– yes,” Elaena looked away with guilt for a moment before she raised her index finger. “But, I’ve already finished my lessons for the day, and Father wanted to take me riding for practise.”

“You’ll claim a dragon sooner than you think,” Rhaenyra chuckled softly. “But I do hope you’ve learned something today, Elaena. The Septa has informed me that you still struggle with paying attention.” 

She scoffed and pressed her lips together. “If she didn’t speak so slowly, perhaps I’d be more inclined,” she rolled her eyes. “I learn far more from Grandfather than I do from her.”

Ser Harwin smiled, and a quiet laugh escaped him.

“It is still important to focus - even if you find yourself on the edge of tedium.” Rhaenyra gave her a pointed look, and Elaena sighed softly, nodding.

“I’ll try.”

“Well, Elaena, I want you to meet your new brother, Joffrey.”

Joffrey? she thought as she pressed her lips together. That isn’t a Valyrian name.

“Do you want to hold him?” her mother tilted her head. 

Elaena met her gaze and nodded before reaching to gently pull the babe from her grasp as she stood. Elaena cradled the boy in her arms just as she was taught to with Lucerys. 

The babe’s eyes roamed around the grandeur room before he sneezed and the little sound made her giggle. 

“He is very charming, Mother.” 

“Yes,” she agreed. “He is the smallest one out of all of you. And incidentally… you were the largest - and my worst labour.”

Elaena hummed and shifted slowly, keeping her violet eyes on him before she looked at the downy brown hair that thinly covered his head. 

Her brows furrowed, and she discreetly looked up at Ser Harwin who had been watching her sway Joffrey. There were quite a few similarities between them. Between all of them, she finally realised.

It began to make sense why he always seemed to be in their company, and Elaena drew in a breath as she processed the knowledge.

And here I thought he was just being kind.

“I’ll be taking my leave now,” Ser Harwin said, and Elaena cast a sidelong glance in his direction that he didn’t seem to notice.

Her mother emitted a soft hum in response before the knight walked out of the room. Elaena watched him intently before the door closed again, and she cleared her throat. 

“Do you need anything, Mother? Water, perhaps?” She asked as she looked at Rhaenyra. 

The woman shook her head. “No, I’m quite content right now, my darling. Thank you.” 

Elaena slowly sat back down beside her, being careful not to wake the now sleeping infant, continuing to sway him. 

“When I was your age, I couldn’t bear the thought of having children. But everything changed after you were born.” Rhaenyra offered a soft smile, and Elaena returned it. 

The simple acknowledgement quelled most of her doubts, but some still lingered as she looked at Joffrey again. 

“Mother, what are your plans for my future?”

“What do you mean, darling?” Rhaenyra tilted her head as she shifted on the sofa. 

“I mean…” she began, choosing her words carefully. “I’m almost seventeen. The queen said I should be betrothed by now, and Helaena informed me that the Starks might be coming to the capital for one. I-I don’t want to leave home only to be locked away at Winterfell.” 

Rhaenyra exhaled slowly, and she paused in thought as she reached to tuck a loose curl behind Elaena’s ear. 

“My sweet girl,” she leaned closer to her daughter and cupped her cheek. “You descend from the greatest dynasty that has ever been established. You have the blood of Aegon the Conqueror, and you are the granddaughter of the greatest voyager. I’m sure that your future husband wouldn’t dare.”

Elaena drew in a breath and leaned against the backrest of the sofa. 

“But, the Starks are our allies,” she said. “And from what I understand, Cregan Stark will be the Warden of the North when the time comes. Regardless of who you wed, you must do your duty to the realm. But for now, you needn’t worry about such things until your red flower blooms.”

Duty. The word settled bitterly in her mind. Lying on her back to later squeeze out an heir for some lord in exchange for a stale oath didn’t seem to be that favourable of a prospect.

The young princess nodded as she masked her disappointment with a polite smile before she gently handed her brother back to her mother.

Gods willing, I’ll just turn up barren, she thought with contempt.

#series: reign of fire #hotd fic #my fics #elaena velaryon #aegon ii targaryen x velaryon!oc #aegon ii targaryen x oc #pro team green #it's a bit of a slow start but it'll pick up I promise #there's going to be a lot of Aegon in the next chapter and he has me in stitches

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

Tysm @forestcat000 for giving me an excuse to talk about my targ ocs :))

Tw, brief mention of cannibalism at the end, also these are the twintargcest mfers so keep that in mind (though I don’t support any variety of targ or incest generally)

Elaena and Aenar are both twin children of Alicent and Viserys. I’m not entirely sure where in the order of children they’d fall, but they wouldn’t be first.

Aenar is very separated from doing literally anything ever. Nothing interests him aside from dragon riding, so he spends the entire time dragon riding, or terrorising people. He never gets involved with politics, even when he’s being forced into it. Elaena is a lot more involved, though she is more of a pawn. She’s used just to get the family what they want, and she’s kind of danced around because she’s pretty, and does everything she’s ‘meant’ to do, and is basically the portrayal of a ‘perfect’ Targaryen woman in that sense. Mostly her position is to just try and make Rhaenyra’s claim look weaker by playing to the whole idea that Rhae’s not acting as women ‘should’.

El is pretty closed off, so her interactions with other characters are quite limited. She does obviously go out to play a persons when she’s needed to, but other than that, she keeps to herself. She’s closest with Aenar, he’s her twin brother and her lover it would be expected, but there is a lot of tension there. Aenar likes to torment, and he can take it a little too far. She tends to be very cautious around him because of it, but she’s also very tender and caring. With her mother, she can be very similar, though mostly because she really cares about Alicent thinks of her. Most of what she does, she does because her mother asks if of her. She is also married to one of my other ocs, Cevan, and they’re very sweet together. They don’t talk much, but they do spend a lot of time in eachother’s company and he can be very loving. She doesn’t like how little she finds herself able to reciprocate his behaviour, but he never expects her to apologise for it. Aenar just bullies everyone. He’s an asshole and like I’m not going to pretend he isn’t. He’s nicest to Cevan just because he can’t get away with it with him. And no matter how much he pushes back against it, Cevan is also very sweet towards him. Cevan just loves him some twins idk what to say.

Aenar and Elaena actually share a dragon. I think I spoke about it briefly in another post?? Of their dragon eggs, one of them died and the other hatched deformed. They were sure it was going to die, but reptiles with Bicephaly (two heads) can survive and live full lives, so it didn’t. Both managed to bond with an individual head, but El bonded with the more dominant head, so technically her bond with the dragon is stronger. They named each head, with Aenar calling his Vermeys and Elaena calling hers Balerul. It’s all black, and rather large for its age as each head eats enough for one. Because I like my dragons to be special little princesses. Vermeys likes to torment mice and other small animals, whilst Balerul tends to have a stronger dislike towards people. Balerul is often muzzled for incidents with biting, and has scars across her neck from Vermeys tormenting her whilst she can’t defend herself.

I do want Elaena to have a form of magic, or at least something peculiar about her. But I honestly don’t trust myself enough with Got magic to give her any right now. But I’m reading the books so let’s hope they give me some semblance of an idea how to deal with it because El would have magic. Just… she would. She’s wonderful. She deserves it.

As for dragonlike traits, idk if you meant like physically or personality wise because I’m mentally like just fucking stupid. But the closest I can think of off the top of my head is that Elaena has some weird little envy thing where she kinda wishes she was born a dragon and so… goes out of her way to act like one. Plus she eats people because she saw Balerul eat someone and wanted to know what it tasted like… so… if either of them has Dragon-like traits, it’s el.

#oh wow I wonder which one is my favourite… #tw twincest #tw incest #targcest #asoiaf #HOTD #got #a song of ice and fire #house of the dragon #game of thrones #Elaena Targaryen (OC) #Aenar Targaryen (OC) #Cevan Lannister (OC) #Elaevan #Aevan #Elaenar

[juliaswickcrs]

BOOK POSTERS :: BLOOD & ASH house of the dragon ( s1 - ? )

Three Heads of the Dragon. Three Heirs of the Dragon. 

Three Great Councils to decide their fate.

In 92 AC, after the death of Jaehaerys’s eldest son and heir, Aemon, the first of these three great councils had been called. The contenders? Princess Daenerys I Targaryen, Prince Baelon Targaryen, and Princess Rhaenys Targaryen.

And even though Queen Alysanne and her own niece Rhaenys threw their luck in with Daenerys--oft thought of as the true heir to the throne--and her son, it was Baelon who had won the honor, Daenerys and Rhaenys tossed to the side.

In 101 AC, after the death of Baelon, another great council was called. Except this was to determine the fate of the entire realm, and Daenerys’s child was now a man, strong and determined. This time their claim would not go unmatched. Prince Viserys, Princess Rhaenys, and Prince Aegor. The three grandchildren of prince Jaehaerys. The three heads of the dragon reunited again. 

But it had been Viserys who had come away with the throne, Dragonstone, and the glory. Aegor and Rhaenys shunned to the side, forgotten. With Rhaenys earning the title of The Queen Who Never Was and Aegor earning the title The King Who Should’ve Been. Rhaenys retreated back to Driftmark, ashamed to be scorned twice by her grandfather, and Aegor was rumored to never be heard from again.

121 AC.

Aegor Targaryen returns with his wife, Sharra Arryn and his only child and heir, Elaena Targaryen. A beauty rumored to be more comely than Princess Rhaenyra herself, it is not unusual how wary the two are of each other, especially when Elaena’s return brings whispers of the small folk, clamoring for another council in which Aegor and Princess Daenerys were given the titles they deserve, the throne they deserve. They whisper--True Heir, Queen Who Should’ve Been, Fire and Blood.

129 AC

King Viserys I dies and the Dance of the Dragons begins. The endless waltz between the Blacks, the Greens, and the Reds.

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[darkestspring]

finally someone talking about maegor eating out his wife (that man is pure horniness please he can’t keep his hands away from her) and it’s 🍼 anon of all people (hi it’s me talking about u for the second or third time ig? don’t blame me but as i said before i love 🍼 anon brilliant mind bless u dear 🙌🏻

Maegor is 15% man, 85% horniness and no I will not take it back. I said what I said. 🍼anon and I both think this man needs to be publicly slut shamed. To humble him just a little bit.

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[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

The Other Sister || D. Targaryen x oc

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Summary: In which Elys’ older sister is to be wed to the Rogue Prince Daemon himself, however, the Prince’s gaze finds itself on her, and you only.

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“You are quite good for a women” A voice calls out making Elys turn around. She assumed she looked very unlady like, hair all over the place, red cheeks, and trousers and a tunic hung loosely on her body.

She scoffs as she sees a man in armour approach her, “And who are you?” The girl questions, “Ser Criston Cole my Lady, protector of the Princess Rhaenyra” She simply nods as he studies Elys.

“You train in combat? Why?” He adds as she plays with the tip of her sword. “I’d rather swing around a sword than sit still and look pretty for my husband,” He chuckles as does Elys.

“Let’s see how good you are Ser Criston shall we?” “We shall, first person to get tapped loses. Fair?” “Fair.” She replies as the two ready their stance.

He swung his sword left and right as Elys gracefully misses them making her smile. The younger Stark was quite skilled as to the fact that she practically knew where the sword would aim at.

She continued moving backwards as the knight grunts in frustration. As she got closer to the wall, his sword aimed for her shoulder as she duck causing him to stumble forward giving her a chance to tap his back.

A round of claps made Elys look across to see her father and sister accompanied by the rest of the royal family. Only one person didn’t clap, he just kept his eyes on her with his hands behind him.

Elys shakes hands with Criston as she walks closer to the rest. “You fight well Lady Elys” Viserys praises as she bows, “Thank you, your highness.” “We are going for a stroll so that Lady Elaena and Daemon can spend some time in each other’s accompany. Do join us!” Rhaenyra beamed as she chuckles. “Of course.”

Rhaenyra decided to come with Elys as she went back to the castle to get changed. “Should I worry for my sister?” She half playfully say as she looks at Rhaenyra. Elys was dressed in a tight fitting dress, much opposite to her trousers and tunic for training.

Rhaenyra softly chuckles, “My uncle is an intimidating person, and ruthless, but he has a heart. My uncle’s feelings is something I can’t quite figure out, but I am sure he will grow to love your sister” She looks Elys in her eyes with a smile.

She smiles back as Elys faces the front, she sees the rest of the others already walking. Joining her father, he offers his arm to his daughter which she gladly took.

The two were behind King Viserys and Alicent, Elys’ sister and Daemon infront of them. “Are you alright, my darling?” Her father questions as she look at him, “Quite” Elys replies, her gaze on the ground.

She couldn’t help but think back at the way Rhaenyra’s smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. Like it was tight lipped hiding away her true feelings regarding her uncle’s love that supposedly may soon grow on your sister.

Looking up for a quick moment, Elys locks eyes with the Prince himself. A small smirk evident on his face as she quickly looks away, finding Alicent’s hair interesting.

Elys watches as her sister leans her head on Daemon’s shoulder. She had no idea why, but she felt a small flutter of jealousy in her heart. Shaking away the horrid feeling—the feeling of somewhat betraying her older sister who dreamed of marrying into royalty—Elys excuse herself from the stroll and walks away.

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With amazement, the corners of Elys’ mouth twitch up at the sight of the red scaled dragon. She had no idea who’s dragon it belonged to, but she imagined herself riding it into the horizon.

Elys was always quite fascinated by the big scaly beasts and longed the feeling of being up so high in the sky. On the other hand, her sister was terrified of them, thinking that they were horrid.

“Would you like to ride him?” A voice calls out from behind the girl making her spin around. “I-“ A genuine chuckle leaves his lips as he walks closer to her. “That is if he likes you” He grins, offering his hand.

Like a moth attracted to light, Elys takes his hand as he leads her into the dragon pit. “His name is Caraxes” Daemon looks back at her as she lets him guide her closer to the red beast.

Missing the warmth of his skin, he leans up against the dragon, his hand rubbing the dragon as Caraxes closes his eyes and lean against his rider.

“Give me your hand” Daemon outstretches his hand as Elys cautiously steps closer to him to take his hand. Taking her small hands in his, he presses it against Caraxes’ scales.

A gasp leaves her lips as a huge smile finds its way on her pretty lips. Daemon watched in awe at Elys’ side profile as she slowly rubs his dragon, a smile on his lips too.

He found it comforting that Caraxes allowed himself to feel comfortable with another person’s touch, not just his. They say dragons were the Targaryen’s other halves, an extension of their feelings but in a fire breathing dragon.

“He likes you” Daemon says in a matter of fact, “Does he?” She questions looking up at Caraxes’ eye, “Mhm,“ Eyes flickering to Elys’ face once again, an idea pops up in his mind. “Have you ever experienced the night life in flea bottom?”

Looking at Daemon questionably, she replies, “No I haven’t, my Prince” “Say, would you like to accompany me tonight? Curtesy of Caraxes of course” His hand motions to the blood wyrm.

“Aren’t you and my sister suppose to be entertaining everyone tonight you Grace?” Elys tilts her head as he scoffs looking down, “Kostis umbagon” Daemon directs his gaze to his left. (They can wait)

“Nyke pendagon ēzi already ēdas enough hen waiting syt ao syt tubī Daemon” Elys replies, crossing her arms as she lift her chin up towards him. (I think they have already had enough of waiting for you for today daemon)

His eyes dance in amusement as the High Valaryian rolled of her tongue in the most melodic way. “I thought you could speak my tongue” He smirks, offering his hand once again as she takes it naturally.

He helps Elys up on Caraxes as a giggle escapes, she felt so high up already and she hadn’t even left the ground. Daemon sits behind her, his chest leaning against her back, close enough that she could feel his body warmth and his breathing in her ear.

He places both hands on her waist as he leans against her head. “Issi ao ready?” Daemon’s hot breath fans her ear as Elys gulps, nonetheless, she nods as his hands give her waist a light squeeze. (Are you ready)

“Soves!” Daemon shouts as Caraxes lets out a screech before lifting off the ground.

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[valaenatargaryensdragon]

Blooming Love

pairing: Fanon!Aemond Targaryen x Female OC

summary: Elaena Targaryen, daughter of Daemon Targaryen and Laena Valeryion, she was too much like her father much to the horror of her father.

Word count: 3.7K

Warnings: Fluff? Falling in love? Attempted butt grab, incest

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"Elaena! Come down this instant" Daemon yelled up at the skies, eyes wide with anger that slowly shimmered at the sight of the golden dragon emerging through the clouds.

Elaena huffed angrily as Vēzos landed on the hill. She climbed down with the help of the great beast, yes she was not as big as Caraxes yet but she was big enough to fly with Elaena and one more on her back. Elaena knew the reason for her father's anger, she had scared off yet another suitor in favour of becoming a warrior some day soon.

"What were you thinking?" Daemon hissed at his first born. Elaena rolled her eyes at him. Daemon wrapped a hand around her bicep knowing her tendencies of running away from him when he was angry to avoid a fight. His grip was barely noticeable not wanting to hurt his girl, Daemon was not that kind of parent.

"He was a dick" Elaena justified her actions. Daemon took a deep breath to calm himself. He looked at the castle behind them knowing Rhaenyra was standing somewhere watching them giggling. She had warned him that Elaena was not someone for marriage, long before Elaena bled for the first time.

Elaena did not shy away from the courtyard when Jacaerys and Lucaerys trained and even joined more than once but preferred to train with a soldier since neither one of them was able to keep up with her. She was light on her feet and took advantage of her smaller frame to dodge them before swinger her sword, she one defeated Jace in a matter of thirty seconds, Luce was of course the one keeping an eye on the time.

"Mind your tongue, you forget you are a princess" Daemon scolded. He did not know why Elaena was like this, Baela and Rhaena were nothing like their older sister, always listening to him and never disobeying him.

"He tried grabbing my ass!" Elaena ripped her arm out of his hold not like he fought it. He felt furious at the new information, no father would be calm in a situation like this but he must keep an open mind.

"That is no excuse for Vēzos to burn his horse" Daemon took a deep breath. He was more than relieved to know that Elaena could defend herself but she was a girl, she was of marriageable age yet she still was not betrothed.

"She enjoyed her meal" Elaena turned to look at her golden beauty with a smirk on her lips. Vēzos let out a loud roar when her rider eyed her. She was usually a gentle dragon, have never seen war obviously.

The bond the two shared made Daemon doubt his own bond with Caraxes. Vēzos which meant sun in Valyrian hatched in Elaena's cradle only hours after her birth which led to him and Laena having to keep her on their shoulders whenever they held their daughter until she was able to hold her herself but that was not for long. By the time Elaena was six name days old she had a melt down as they had to move Vēzos out of the palace since she was causing more and more destruction by the hour. For a whole moon Vēzos would spend her night flying by Elaena's window watching her sleep but now the great beast preferred to sleep on the golden sands Dragonstone.

"Elaena" Daemon warned. Elaena turned to look at him with a softer gaze making his heart flutter, he can never be mad for long at his firstborn child, his heir through and through.

"Please stop pushing me father, I am not one for marriage. Leave me to my sword and arrows and marriage for Baela and Rhaena" Elaena begged holding onto his arms. Daemon sighed and pulled Elaena in for a hug rubbing her back affectionately.

"As Issa zaldrīzes wishes" Daemon whispered against her hairline. They both knew that Daemon was merely humouring her and soon enough Rhaenyra and him will send lords her way discreetly before she figures it out and scare the poor boys away. Elaena sighed hearing her nickname 'my dragon' flowing through his lips.

"Avy jorrāelan, kepa" Elaena whispered against the leather of his tunic. Daemon chuckled patting the back of her head. The two pulled away from each other with soft smiled on their faces. Elaena turned to Vēzos giving her a silent command to go back to the beach and rest.

"Avy jorrāelan, tala" Daemon muttered wrapping an arm around Elaena and pulled her towards the castle. Elaena leaned into his side enjoying the rare moment they had together with each other only for company, it was hard with the amount of siblings she had now, her younger twin sister, Baela and Rhaena followed by Jacaerys and Lucaerys other than the children joffery, Aegon and Viserys and the babe Rhaenyra was to birth soon.

"Sometimes it does not feel like it, you and I have not sparred in what feels like years" Elaena admitted. She loved her blood and step-siblings, truly she did, but she was human still and felt jealousy that her father spent time with them more than her sometimes.

"I shall beat you tomorrow" Daemon teased, nudging her shoulder making her giggled. He eyed the darkening sky knowing supper was going to be soon where he and Rhaenyra will announce that the family will be traveling to the Keep for the king's name day.

Elaena grinned widely as she spread her arms ignoring the worried screaming of her father and Rhaenyra. She was chained to Vēzos so she did not see what the fuss was about. Her hips will be sore from the strain of the chains and maybe some bruises but nothing she could not handle. She let out a loud laugh as Vēzos swooped down showing the dragonpit but Elaena was still not ready to dismount her dragon and stirred her to circle around the palace earning the attention of many in the Keep as the golden scales shinned under the sunlight, one of those people was Aemond who was stood alongside his mother and siblings to welcome the family.

Elaena giggled finally letting Vēzos land in the dragonpit. She ignored the looks she was receiving and made her way out of there with a huge smile on her face. She moved to stand behind her father who was smirking seeing his adventure in his daughter however he could only hope she did not have his recklessness.

"Your grace" Elaena curtsied to Alicent who gave the platinum blonde a wearily smile. Aegon barely spared any of them a second glance while his sister/wife had a soft welcoming smile on her face missing her childhood best friend.

"Helaena! How are you? How are the twins?" Elaena was the one to break the awkward silence turning to her best friends. They were closer during their childhood but their letters never ceased for a second.

"They are alright, down for a nap right now" Helaena answered widening her smile. Elaena noticed how tense everyone was and was wondering what she could say or do to end the awkwardness around the family. Her eyes moved over to her other cousins noticing the missing Daeron, she heard that he was sent to Oldtown a while back. Her eyes paused on Aemond's one eye that was watching her curiously. She gave him a small smile knowing to be weary of him and he nodded back with his cold face still present.

The last time she had seen her cousin was when he had lost his eyes to Luce's knife. She felt horrible because he did not deserve such a fate, people said he stole Vaghar but there was no such a thing as stealing a dragon, it is an illusion like king Visery's said, the dragons are not pets to be controlled, they are mighty beasts and they are who choses to ride them not the other way around.

"Was that you earlier cousin? Did not believe that your rogue blood passed down to your daughter, uncle" Aegon smirked at his own words. Helaena elbowed him but he ignored her and resumed looking smugly at his uncle.

"One of his daughters was bound to be as strong as he is, my prince" Elaena snapped at her uncle with a glare on her face. She knew her sisters would not take her words to heart. Usually they are the ones to tell her those exact same words when they would spend their nights together braiding each other's hair and gossip like any group of sisters.

Elaena was blessed with straight her like her father's unlike her sisters who inherited their mother's curls. When Laena passed during from her dragon's fire, Vaghar who Aemond rode now, Elaena could not bare to look at her sisters for at least five moons and whenever they would step into a room she would excuse herself and leave. The twins eventually cornered her and assured her through her melt down when she finally glanced up at the two of them, that brought them even closer to one another much to the delight of their father and Rhaenyra who Elaena grew closer to as the years passed.

Elaena and Rhaenyra's relationship was rocky in the beginning because Elaean refused to accept her marriage to her father. Daemon understood his daughter and worked to regain his daughter's trust. Elaena took to the skies during their wedding and did not return until the moon was high in the sky. Aegon's birth brought the family back together because Elaena was unable to resist loving and adoring him. She usually steals him to play with him and gave him a wooden figure of a dragon that he even at a young age adores and those who touch it be damned, he will scream his lungs out so Rhaenyra now makes the maids take him out when cleaning his nursery so they can clean the figurine.

"The maids shall escort you to your rooms so you can rest before the feast" Alicent spoke tensely eyeing the maids standing to the side. Elaena's eyes moved from the maids noticing that Aemond was still eyeing her with what she could only identify as admiration but that was impossible, he had Vaghar there was no way he admired her small show earlier.

"Thank you, your grace" Rhaenyra nodded at Alicent. Elaena smirked noticing the sarcasm in her step-mother's voice when saying Alicent's title. She curtsied one last time and followed her sisters into the palace.

"What do you think?" Elaena questioned, twirling a little in front of her sisters. She wore a black dress to show off her house colours. The dress off shoulder and had a little plunge showing the top of her breasts. It reached to the floor and when she twirled small golden shimmers showed off the golden threads in the fabric, she had chosen this specific shade of gold since it matched with Vēzos's scales.

"Beautiful as ever, Leana" Rhaena complimented. The sisters gave sad smiles to each other, ever since their mother's death the twins started nicknaming their sister Laena, the only difference between Elaena and her mother's name was one letter that her sisters rended useless when speaking with her.

"Thank you, however I look not even close to your beauty" Elaena touched Baela's curls making the girl giggle. A knock on the door broke their giggles.

"Come in" Rhaena called, it was her room after all. Daemon stepped into the room smiling, his smile widened at the sight of his eldest children being together.

"Guess it is time for us to leave?" Rhaena asked. She stood up from the sofa she was sat on along with Baela. Daemon nodded his and stepped to the side letting the twins pass through before turning to Elaena.

"You look beautiful, Issa zaldrīzes" Daemon complimented. Elaena touched the fabric of her dress with her finger tips with a tiny smile on her face.

"Thank you, kepa" Elaena walked over to her father and leaned up to place a kiss on his cheek. Daemon had to lean down for her to be able to reach even on her tip toes but he had learned to never mention this to her after receiving the silent treatment from her for three days and had to calm a beaten Jace after sparring with Elaena.

"Come, we do not want to be late" Daemon held out his arm for her to take. He enjoyed her soft touch inside his elbow. He worried for her the most because he knew that no mater how strong she was she was living in a man's world but he had promised earlier that week to not mention marriage and he intended to keep his promise this time, at least for a while before his dark thoughts took over again.

The pair walked into the hall after being announced. Elaena was surprised when the music stopped and everyone turned their attention to them, she knew she was royalty but sometimes it was hard to believe. She noticed the presence of the entire family, even Rhaenyra, Aegon and Viserys and the only one missing was the king. Daemon led his daughter to her sit directly beside his displaying her as his heir instead of Aegon his firstborn son. Rhaenyra of course felt no hurt or displeasure being her father's heir.

Elaena did not have time to sit before the king was announced. Her heart hurt seeing her uncle walk in with the help of a cane and his guard. Alicent scrambled to help him sit down on his seat in the middle of the table before the music picked up again and everyone got distracted by something else.

Elaena eyed her father who gave her a nod of encouragement, Rhaenyra who was occupying Daemon's other side between him and the king, eyed the two confused. Elaena pushed her chair back slowly and moved in front of the table stopping when she was directly in front of her uncle. This earned the attention of Viserys and Alicent along with their children, Helaena and Aemond while Aegon was already drunk somewhere probably flirting with some poor lady.

"Your majesty" Elaena curtsied to her king uncle. She felt her heart clench when she saw the confusion on his face when he did not recognise her and leaned over to Alicent so she can whisper in his ear "This is Elaena, my love"

"Ah Elaena, you have become more beautiful with time my dear niece" Viserys' voice was weak as he spoke. Elaena pushed back the tears that wet her eyes and plastered a smile trying to act and treat him normally as if he was not sick and dying, she knew it must be exhausting for him being treating like that by everyone around him.

"if you would allow me your grace, I have prepared a gift I wish to give you on this glorious day" Elaena steadied her voice not forgetting that she was a princess now after the reminder earlier when she stepped into the room. She ignored the feeling of someone's gaze burning through her body and fought the shiver when she realised the violet eyed belonged to her cousin.

"Of course my dear girl" Viseryes gave a weak nod. Elaena turned to her hand maiden who stepped over holding a box in her hands. She opened the box herself to show the king a wooden figurine of the iron throne with a man sitting on it, it was he when he was still healthy and handsome. What do you give a man who had everything? Was what Elaena wondered before the idea struck her, she was talented in crafting wood so she decided this was the best gift she can come up with.

"You made this?" Viserys questioned rising up from his chair. Alicent too stood up holding his arm and helping walk around the table and over to Elaena.

"With my own hands" Elaena answered, smiling at her uncle who stopped in front of her. Viserys reached over and touched his own face on the figurine probably remembering the days he looked thins handsome.

"Thank you, niece, you have given me a gift I will cherish until my last breath" Viserys whispered. Elaena grinned satisfied with herself. She was shocked when Viseryes wrapped his free around her and pulled her closer placing a kiss on her forehead. He gave her a sad smile before returning to his seat. Elaena's handmaid handed the box with the figurine to a guard who was instructed to take it to the King's own bedchamber.

Elaena sat back down in her seat with a genuine smile on her face. Daemon reached over and grasped her hand in his over the table giving it a squeeze. She squeezed it back knowing her father cared a lot for his brother like she cared for all of her siblings. Elaena smiled as her sisters left her side to dance with Jace and Luce each with her betrothed. She enjoyed the sound of the music and laughter of the people, she imagined sword fighting as a dance and that is how she ended up being better than her sisters at it with the right motivation.

"May I have this dance, princess?" Elaena snapped out of her train of thought and looked up at the person who spoke. It was Aemond with a hand extended for her take. Elaena did not want to embarrass him or herself so she placed her hand into his noticing the size difference immediately which sparked a new feeling inside of her or maybe it was just his touch.

"You may" She gave him a small smile. Daemon watched with a raised eyebrow as his eldest daughter pushed back her chair and allowed her cousin to lead her to the dance floor. Rhaenyra noticed Daemon tense and held his hand under the table to calm him down, they both knew that Elaena was able to defend herself if Aemond tried anything but like any parent Daemon worried and so did Rhaenyra who viewed the girl as her own.

"It has been a long time, cousin" Aemond was the one to break the silence between the pair as they glided skilfully on the dance floor.

"It has, I wondered how you and your siblings have been fairing as of lately" Elaena kept her voice soft and words polite. Aemond twirled her before bringing her back close to his body. They were chest to chest but they were yet to touch anywhere other than her hand in his and the on his shoulder while his was around her waist.

"I am sure Helaena has kept you up to date" Aemond smirked. His gaze moved to his sisters sitting in between two empty seats one for her elder brother and husband while the other was his own. She was too busy to notice as she played with her daughter in her lap.

"She has, she mentioned your liking of sparring" Elaena pulled back from him and held both of his hands as they twirled in a circle before coming close to one another again however this time Aemond's grip was stronger around her waist.

"Not for tourney like many speak" He smirked down at her. She chuckled shaking her head remembering Helaena mentioning how he insisted he was on that piece of information.

"I know, I was going to suggest a match" It was Elaena's turn to smirk when she saw the shocked look on his face.

"You and I?" He questioned unsure. Elaena did not answer as she twirled letting her dress flare around her before stepping closer to him again. Aemond's eye focused on her dress for a second as the gold showed under the candle light while she sauntered her figure in front of him.

"Who else?" She teased. Aemond and her dancing ceased with the music. They were in the middle of the room with the other couples around them.

"Another dance?" Aemond offered his hand again. Elaena smiled and took his hand again. She curtsied and he bowed before the next song began and the other couples began moving.

"They seem fond of each other?" Alicent whispered to Viserys who was also watching his second son and his niece. They both had smile on their faces as they danced in the middle. Daemon slammed his hand down on the table and stood up when Aemond picked up Elaena and twirled her, it was part of the dance but he hated it, usually only married couples did that while unmarried couple opted to do a twirl together with minimum touching.

"Lykirī" Rhaenyra was fast with her movements pulling him back down to his seat. He was breathing heavily with anger, he wanted to jump over the table and killing his nephew for even looking in his daughter's way.

"You are acting as if you did not want to marry her off only a week ago" Rhaenyra joked trying to lighten the mood and make him take his mind off his anger before he does something that will end with him without a head.

"Not to the likes of him" Daemon hissed glaring at Aemond. Aemond of course did not notice being too enamoured by Elaena. She giggled as he twirled her one more time. Aemond felt lighter on his feet as he reconnected with one of his childhood friends, he could not remember the reason behind him refusing to contact her. During that awful night she was silent siding with no one being torn but he still remembered the feel of her hand on his when she passed by trying to comfort him before her father pulled her out of the room.

"Will I see you tomorrow on the training grounds?" Aemond questioned, when the night have ended and he offered to walk her to her room. Elaena paused by the door of her room and turned to look at him with her back to the door.

"Of course, I will not pass a chance to beat you" Elaena teased. Her teeth were showing through her smile. She felt happy and giddy and for once she could not blame the wine since she had none, not even a sip.

"I will leave you to dream of that victory but let me tell you it will never become a reality" Aemond humoured back. Elaena rolled her eyes playfully at him.

"We will see, Kēpus" Was the last thing she said before slipping into her room and closing the door separating them. She had the biggest smile on her face as she slept that night and excitement in her body unable to wait for the next day.

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[bloodynereid]

Eye of Madness / Eye of Greatness

pairings: targaryen family x platonic! velaryon oc

tw: blood, prophecies (?), my first tumblr fic, kind of dark idk, au, self-harm, helaena is kind of ooc

description: Elaena Velaryon was born during one of the worst storms that the Red Keep had ever faced. King Viserys even believed it may have been the start of the Long Night, but no, it just marked the birth of Princess Rhaenyra’s second-born child. A girl. A beautiful little girl with amethyst eyes and a shock of curly brown hair that matches her older brother’s. The Gods had picked the girl for something special. A change of fate. A coin was tossed in the air that day and started its spin.

a/n: hey! hi! hello! so first tumblr fic... exciting. I mostly wrote stuff on wattpad and do a bunch of random short stories in my own time but I've never actually written a one-shot anyways I hope you enjoy this random little fic I wrote on a whim. Also I did choose Elaena as a name because I'm spiteful and wanted something that followed the whole Targaryen same name thing

p.s. I am taking requests so send any hotd stuff in and I'll get to it as soon as possible

part 1 / part 2

Elaena Velaryon was born during one of the worst storms that the Red Keep had ever faced. King Viserys even believed it may have been the start of the Long Night, but no, it just marked the birth of Princess Rhaenyra’s second-born child. A girl. A beautiful little girl with amethyst eyes and a shock of curly brown hair that matches her older brother’s. The Gods had picked the girl for something special. A change of fate. A coin was tossed in the air that day and started its spin.

Sitting next to aunt Helaena, I absentmindedly turned the pages of the book but barely paid attention to the words. My third brother, Joffrey, had been born earlier that day with the same brown hair that rested on the heads of herself, her brothers and the Commander of the City Watch, Ser Harwin Strong. I knew I wasn’t my father’s child ever since I was capable of identifying human faces but it still hurt to hear about mother’s misdeeds gossiped about in the halls. Poison seeped into the walls of the Keep and blood was tainted green. That’s why I preferred to stay by the side of my aunt, who even with her little peculiarities was more similar to Elaena than anyone gave the girls credit for.

The door of the bedroom slammed open, making the girls jump and in strode the Queen. Helaena’s mother and my step-grandmother - even if she was the same age as my mother. She carried a mask of annoyance and her scowl only deepened when she noticed me sitting next to Helaena on the ledge. 

I quickly abandoned the book and curtsied. Even if she was going to be cruel it was better to bear it with a brave face. I enjoyed spending time with Helaena and we shared an affinity for bugs but the Queen never liked me or my brothers. She didn’t want bastards tainting her children by spending time with them.

“Your Grace.” Alicent's face pulled up into a strained smile and gave me a little nod of acknowledgement. “I shall be going then, my mother most likely requests my presence so soon after her labours and the hour grows late. As always it was a pleasure, my dearest aunt.” Helaena gave me a small smile and threw up the hand that was stroking one of her little critters to give a wave. 

“Very well. It was nice to see you, Princess.”

“Your Grace.” I gave her a nod before slipping out the door and shutting it behind me. Ser Erryk or Arryk stood outside the door, I could never remember which was which. 

“Princess, would you be needing an escort?”

“No, I am quite alright, Ser. Thank you.” He gave me a stiff nod and I walked off slowly until I turned the corner. There I started off into a full sprint toward mother’s room. I bounded through the halls and burst through the doors, catching mother’s stern glare.

“What did I say about running through halls?” I pouted but relented under her calculating glare.

“Only to do it when you wouldn’t disturb the servants. Sorry mother, I just wanted to come visit you.”

“Very good and it’s quite alright, sweetling. How was your time with your aunt?”

“Splendid, we found this beautiful spider that shimmered with different colors in the light.” I came over and gave her a tight hug, careful to not put too much pressure on her stomach. Knowing it must be painful after giving life to another human being. Slipping under the covers and having mother tuck me under her arm was when I noticed that mother’s handmaidens were picking up clothes and packing things away.

“Mother? Why are you packing?”

“We’re leaving, sweetling. Your aunt Laena died, we are going to Driftmark for her funeral. We should have left a long time ago.” Mother murmured the last bit under her breath, making me tuck my chin up and look at her quizzically. 

A familiar shiver of unease ran down my spine. The hairs on my neck raised up in warning. The words of prophecy and the smell of scorched flesh clouded my senses. Voices whispered in my ears, their usual muttering turning fiercer. Flames encase the flesh while a man becomes a kinslayer, but not by his own hand. No, but by his treacherous mind. Brother against brother for a green Queen. Green with envy and red with spite. 

“El? Sweetling?” I felt mother shaking my shoulder and I realized I had been straying again. The smell of burnt flesh still remained on my mind as I gave her a reassuring smile. Madness gains roots and grows. A coin had been tossed. Greatness and madness. A Targaryen born of a storm. Gods. Coin. Tossed. I cuddled into her side and gave her a little smile.

“I’m alright, mother. Are we finally going to meet our cousins?”

The salty smell of the sea drifted past my face as I watched Aunt Laena’s coffin being lowered into the water. Vaemond’s insults lost to the torrent of ice and dragons that roared in my mind. I knew I would gain a dragon one day but today was not for me. Today was the day for Aemond. I brought my eyes up and looked to my left hoping to catch his eyes or Helaena’s as mother’s hands tightened around my shoulders in response to the Valyrian spewing from Vaemond’s mouth. 

Jace’s warmth permeated through my cloak as he intertwined our fingers. Giving his hand a little squeeze, I moved my eyes to the front and found the eyes of a tall, handsome man with shoulder-length Valyrian hair. Daemon Targaryen. Not my intended target but an interesting one nonetheless. He continued locking eyes with me as he took the attention from Vaemond’s insults with his laughter. Bold. Laughing at his late wife’s funeral. Well it was said that he murdered his first one, so this behaviour was really not that unexpected. I gave him a small nod of gratitude as I let my eyes stray once more. 

I finally catch Helaena’s eyes and return the knowing look she sends my way. So she knew, of course she knew. I offer her a small wink and smirk which she responds in turn with a small laugh that she quickly hid behind a cough. The sound of a loud splash caused me to look back over the ledge and into the churning water.

I traced patterns on the rough stone as Jace stood next to me, overlooking the sea. We had gotten the news that Harwin had died in a fire at Harrenhal. I knew Jace was grieving in his own way. He was angry as well, probably because we couldn’t attend his funeral in favor of going to one of an aunt we never knew. I felt my mother's warm presence behind me as she joined us at the railing. 

“Have you seen your father? Your little cousins have lost their mother, could use a kind word.” I nod but Jace only gets angrier, he takes the chance to voice his thoughts before I can interrupt him.

“I have an equal-”

“Not now, Jace. The days grow darker and night will shroud us all in blood.” Jace’s eyes widen and mother sends me a sharp look. I needed to warn them in the only way I knew possible but mother was always careful to never have others hear my mutterings, vastly different from the Queen’s behavior with Helaena.

“Go to your cousins, Jace. I shall speak to Elaena on my own.” He nods and surries away, giving me a small reassuring smile. His eyes still holding the fear he obtains whenever I speak the whispers out loud.

“Darling, what did you see this time?”

“Nothing of consequence, mother. You cannot temper fate.”

“Elaena.”

“You know I can’t tell you more. You know I’ve tried.” I pleaded softly, disastrous consequences had come from me trying to tell her more than riddles.

“I know, sweetling. I know.” She pulls into a hug which I quickly reciprocate, my shoulders relaxing and the whispers ceasing for a moment - a comforting blankness surrounding my head.

“Why don’t you go see your aunt, hmm?”

“Of course.” She gives me a little smile and I bound across the courtyard where my aunt and uncles are located, giving the King a small smile which he returns with a larger one.

“Spool of green, spool of black…” I crouch down next to my aunt and slowly offer my hand to the spider which easily climbs over my fingertips. Hel ceases her mutterings once she notices my presence and offers a kind smile, lightning sparkling behind her eyes.

“Hello.”

“Hello Hel. She is quite the beauty.” I offer the spider back to her, the little creature gracefully climbs back into her pale hands. Helaena hums back in approval and I sit there crouched next to her as I thumb the hilt of my dagger, overhearing Aegon’s disgusting remarks. Sometimes I imagine how easy it would be to just take the blade and drag… no, not yet. It’s not the time for that yet.

Hel and I had moved over to one of the ledges and we were contently looking over one of the critters I had found hiding under one of the stones. Nursing a small cup of wine and leaning my head on Hel’s shoulder, I saw mother approach our little bubble from the side.

“Hello Helaena, El.” Helena gives mother a small nod before looking back down to the little beetle.

“Mother.”

“You better prepare for bed as the hour grows late.”

“Of course, mother.” She nods and squeezes my shoulder before making her way over to Jace and Luke. I give Hel a little kiss on the cheek and she gives me a contented smile as I leave, joining my brothers as we head over to our assigned rooms. 

The raised voices of my cousins and brothers outside my room waken me from the lightest of slumbers - dreams of a past filled with dragons and conquerors. It had started.

“We should wake her.”

“Nothing good comes out of waking El. She’s…”

“Well?”

“Different.” Luke pipes up.

“What do you mean different?”

“We don’t have time for this! Let’s just leave her be and we’ll come find her when it’s over.” 

They rushed away from my room and I slipped out from under the covers. Taking the dragonglass blade that sat at my bedroom table and tucking it under the sleeve of my nightgown, I sat down next to the fire and watched the flames dance. Dragons must not dance. Waiting. Waiting for the Gods’ coin to stop spinning. And waiting for a decision to finally come to be.

A while later after I heard Vhagar’s screeches outside of the window, my grandmother and grandsire arrived at the door. Slamming it in the progress of frantically trying to find me. 

“Elaena! Come quickly, girl.”

“What has happened?”

“We do not know but we are needed in the Main Hall. The King has requested our presence.” My eyes widened and I quickly bounded up from my place on the furs. The hilt of my dagger secured against my palm, we flew through the halls. The torches painted wild stories against the stone walls - about the future, the past and the bloody present.

I enter the fire-lit hall to find people fussing over One-Eyed Aemond, my bloodied brothers and cousins. Rhaenys instantly rushes to the sides of my cousins and Luke and Jace pull me into a hug, Jace’s arms protectively enveloping both of us.

“Jace! Luke! Are you two alright?” I gingerly touch their faces and they give me strained smiles.

“I’m glad you weren’t there, dear sister.” Was the only thing Jace supplied me with as mother burst through the doors, her hair in a frenzy and Uncle Daemon walking in behind her.

“Jace? Luke? Elaena!” She rushes over to my bloodied brothers and then looks to me for answers. I shake my head and she nods, knowing I didn’t have any part in this. Sensing the same confusion in my eyes that mirrors her own. Moments later chaos erupts as everyone starts shouting, I close my eyes in a grimace but the ringing in my ears increases. The sound of a coin spinning gets louder. Metal twinkling and grating against stone.

Everyone continues to debate about the events that transpired. Voices intermingle as insults are thrown and people are questioned. The words suddenly become so clear. 

“Blood for blood. Green for Black. The threads weave and interweave. The girl born of the storm will be at the mercy of the coin…” The song starts but it is not all clear yet. This song must not accompany a dance. Blood is demanded by the Queen, who rushes at my brothers in determination but mother intervenes. The blade of prophecy is aimed at my mother’s heart as Alicent harshly speaks against my mother’s face.

“Where is duty? Where is sacrifice? It’s trampled under your pretty foot again.” 

In that moment I feel the hilt of the dagger fall into my hand. It is time. I take out the shining steel, ripping the seams of the white gown. No one is watching the second-born Princess. The coin stops spinning. The Gods have chosen. And they have chosen…

I grip the dagger hard, fate has a funny way of balancing the scales. This will prevent a future where my brothers die. For my sacrifice, the Gods will accept my plea. The plea I made when I was only a babe in my mother's womb. Eyes open to the prophecies and bloody future of my house.

The dagger slides over my left eye. An amethyst iris forever lost. The steel cuts through flesh and blood runs down my face. I feel none of the expected pain. Maybe because I have had so long to prepare for this moment that pain has become a distant echo. Blood for blood. An eye of madness. An eye of greatness. 

Ringing fills the hall as I let the blade drop, the steel resounding throughout the room. Blood drips, drips, drips. Heads turn trying to find the source of a noise and when they notice the little girl with a deep laceration over her youthful face an echoing gasp is heard. That is when a second blade is heard fall. 

“Elaena!” Mother turns to face me with a horrified look.

“Blood for blood. An eye for an eye. You have now found your justice. Let us play no more foolish games.” I give a grand bow and smooth out the now blood-stained nightgown. My mother rushes in front of me and gingerly cradles my face, tears forming on the edges of her eyes, making them misty. The Queen’s hands cover her mouth as she stumbles back. They say Targaryens are closer to Gods than men but the Gods still have cards to play.

…madness.

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The God's Will

Summary: Elaena Targaryen is the youngest daughter of KIng Viserys and Alicent Hightower. She had always been frail and sickly which encouraged her to find solace in the faith, maybe a little too much solace. Growing up she had always held a special place in her weak heart for Jacaerys Velaryon, but it seemed the Gods may not be on their side. 

Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x OC x Aemond Targaryen Warnings: Driftmark incident, bastards, family fights, alcohol w stupid decisions, OC got some adhd and depression, RELIGION, fluff and kissing (barely) Word Count: 20K Note: this takes place when they were children/young teens so no funny business. (I think this works as a one-shot idk but it’s been in my drafts for months so it needs to be posted again:)

ACT I

Elaena Targaryen was the youngest daughter of Queen Alicent Hightower and King Viserys Targaryen. Her birth itself was such a struggle it scared the Queen from trying for another. When she was born, she was silent. Every maester and nursemaid in the room panicked. They rushed to breathe life back into the babe only to discover she was breathing just fine. 

"She's a shy one." The maester spoke to calm the nerves of those around him. Alicent who was half unconscious was not being paid any attention as per usual. No one celebrated the birth of her children or apologized for her hard labors. Her own husband had missed the birth entirely to celebrate his grandson's name day. 

Elaena was a year younger than Jace but born on the same day. Jace was born in 114 AC whereas Daenys was born just months prior to little Lucerys Velaryon in 115 AC. It seemed she was cursed to remain in his shadow just as her mother was cursed to live in Rhaenyra's. 

-

As a toddler she was quiet. According to stories she nearly died in her cradle several times. Most kinds of physical labor were too taxing for her small body. Her appetite nearly never existed. It was by the will of the gods she survived.  She was more polite than her siblings. Always making projects and doing things for those around her. It was how she vied for the attention of others. 

The septas adored her meek and gracious attitude. She was far easier to handle than her other four siblings. Aegon had always been the rambunctious sort and Helaena was nit-picky and distant. Aemond was too obsessive and possessive of the things he enjoyed or hated. Daeron was the closest to her. He was kind, charming and studious, the best out of the bunch. 

As she grew her personality remained. Elaena was meek, shy, gracious, gentle and frail. Though she had a sense of humor only few noticed. Elaena was far more sensitive than most and had a great many fears. For that her family kept her hidden from the depraved nature of the world and she remained innocent. 

She blossomed into a fine and delicate beauty. She was slender and short with big purple eyes. Her skin was fine, pale, nearly translucent. 

She dressed more conservatively than most. Elaena tended to wear well-made but simple clothing. She seldom wore any jewelry besides a seven-pointed star necklace. Though she had beautiful golden hair, she hid it beneath a hair net or a cowl. By all accounts she would have been a septa if her grandsire permitted it.

She became a devout follower of the faith as she aged. She found solace in the gods and thanked them for not letting the stranger take her. Elaena was quite skilled at the harp, sewing and embroidery. In her spare time, she wrote poetry and painted scenery. 

-

Elaena often read to her sickly father. Though he rarely remembered her name and oftentimes mistook her for Rhaenyra. He was always much kinder and more attentive to his girls. He always claimed she had such a lovely voice. 

Unlike most of her family she did not hold any ill-will towards her half-sister. In fact, she tried harder than any to gain her affections. She enjoyed her nephews who were so close in age to her. Especially Jacaerys who shared her name day. Although sometimes he would say she was more Hightower than Targaryen. 

As for her family it was another story. Her grandsire Otto also preferred the girls over the boys but tended to forget she existed. Her mother was lovely but never paid much attention to her, she was far too busy wrangling her eldest three children. Aegon was never present much. She was not made aware of his doings because they were deemed inappropriate. Heleana or 'Hel' as she liked to call her always went to septa classes with her. They never got close in childhood due to her obsessive nature over bugs and Elaena's crippling fear of them. 

Daeron was her other favorite besides Aemond. Though she did not enjoy his rude nature towards their nephews or her nephew's cruel nature towards him she did not pry. He was kind and gentle with her. 

But Aemond  was her other half. He was obedient, charming, kind, and handsome. He cared for her like no one else did. When she was sad or could not find sleep, he read to her. When she was more sickly than usual, he stayed to take care of her. He listened to her every whim and made her laugh. No one else noticed that she loved to joke, only him. 

Her dragon was a mirror image of herself timid, small and was born sickly. Urrax was her name, and she was by all accounts the least dragon of them all. She was white, nearly translucent like Elaena. She grew only large enough to saddle her or a small child. The she-dragon had tried to be friendly with the others but those around her were far too aggressive. She did not eat enough and spent most of her time behaving as a large child. 

Though she did not fly her as often as she should for, she was too afraid of heights. That was Elaena's closest companion. Others had made fun of her claiming she was useless and the worst dragon of them all. But Elaena claimed it was the gods' will to make Urrax so much like her.

-

Elaena and Jacaerys sat on a bench surrounded by hedges much taller than they. She had taken up the task of trying to teach him High Valyrian. Though they both fell flat as she wasn't that good at either. 

"Valar Morghulis" Elaena spoke. "Valar Morghulis." Jace replied. "No, that's the wrong response." Elaena counteracted. "Valar...valar.." Jace stuttered over his words trying to remember the phrase. "Valar Dohaeris. come on Jace, you tell Vermax to dohaeris all the time." Jace sighed and continued kicking his feet.  "My mother asked to betrothe Helena and I." Jace spoke his eyes, never leaving the ground. His lips were pouted in a…sad manner. "That sounds lovely. What did the king say?" Elaena closed the book and turned her full attention to him.

"No." Elaena hummed in response.  "It must be because of your ages. We are far closer in age anyways." Jace whipped his head around and stared at her in disbelief. "Are you saying you want to marry me?!" Elaena giggled, "No! I'm just saying it would make more sense." Jace scoffed, "Well I wouldn't marry you anyways. That's gross!" Elaena shoved his shoulder. "I'm not gross, you're gross!"  

Jace mockingly stuck his tongue out at her. Elaena leaped to her feet and Jace took that as a signal to run. The children darted around the gardens bursting with laughter. The sounds of their little feet hitting the stone path echoed. Though physical activity was not her strength she quickly ran out of breath and stopped in place. "I yield!" Elaena bent over and placed her hands on her knees. One downfall of her sickly life was she could not play long with the other children. Her body gave up on her faster than her mind. 

Jace slowly eased his feet and turned back to her. She was never able to run fast enough to catch him. It was a fun but short game they played. He didn't mind waiting on her or finding something else to do. She was his only friend besides his brother. The kindest out of her siblings. If he were to be king, he thought she would make a good consort. 

"I win!" He announced proudly. "It's no fair! You're too fast." Elaena removed her hands from her knees and walked towards him. "Or you're too slow!"  Jace retorted. A frown formed on Elaena's laugh and worry shot through his body thinking he made her cry. He reached his hands out to her. "El, I'm sorry-"

Elaena took that chance to pounce. She grappled him to the ground and began throwing punches. It felt as if his baby brother was attacking him. Her punches were soft and light at best. Jace began his own attack, tickles were her sworn enemy. She fell down to his side and he rolled on top. Her laughter filled his ears like a song. She pleaded with him to stop through tears and fits of giggles. 

A shadow casted over them and he pulled back. The giggles of children ceased and sounds of them scurrying to stand took its place. Princess Rhaenyra wore a curious look as she observed the two. She approached Elaena with one hand on her pregnant belly and plucked some leaves from her hair. "It seems you two abandoned your Valyrian lessons." She spoke. "Sorry mother." 

"Sorry Princess." Elaena had never referred to her as a sister. The age difference was too vast and the strife between their families too big. Rhaenyra lowered her hand and smiled at the two. "When I was your age, I didn't care much for lessons either. I preferred to ride Syrax and eat cake." Whatever trouble Jace thought he was in disappeared at his mother's admission. Elaena enjoyed watching how they interacted. She did not have the bond they had with her own mother. In fact, if Alicent saw them Elaena would be berated for not acting ladylike. That was if her mother remembered she existed. "Elaena sweetling, why don't you join us for supper?" Rhaenyra questioned and Jace poked at her arm. "I'd love to! But I have to go back to my septa before she gets mad." 

Elaena was a true follower of the faith. She did not commit sins like others around her. Except one, she would tell a white lie from time to time. She could pray for forgiveness after. "I'll see you on the morrow, Jace!" Elaena lifted her skirt and did a small courtesy towards Rhaenyra before she scurried off. 

"Bye!" Jace waved furiously before he turned his attention back to his mother. "You two are quite close hmm?" Rhaenyra quizzed him, raising one eyebrow. "She's my friend." Jace kept watching her disappear into the distance. "Maybe when you grow, she will be more than a friend." A small smirk climbed onto her face. "Ew! Don't say that." Jace whipped his head around and his cheeks flushed. "I am merely thinking aloud." Jace pouted his lips and turned his gaze to the ground. "Please don't think anymore." 

Rhaenyra chuckled and ruffled his curly brown locks. "Run along now, you need to bathe!"

-

 Elaena only lied when she did not wish to reveal her secrets. When Jace brought up the possibility of a betrothal a new idea sparked in her mind. She wanted to paint a Valyrian wedding. No one would notice if she did eat dinner tonight.

Her brother, Aemond had given her a new set of oil paints for her last name day. They glided across the textured canvas easier. The colors were far more vivid than the chalk she used to use. She had exactly twelve jars of paint to choose from. Today she would simply need five. 

It took her three hours of continuous brush strokes to finish what she had started. Once she got an idea, she would fixate over it until it was done. That was an issue she had whenever something sparked her interest; she obsessively consumed it until she got bored. 

Elaena stood back to admire her new painting. A part of her wished she could take it to someone and have them appreciate her work but that was not her life. Sometimes it ate her alive to think of how little she mattered to those around her. In those dark hours she simply reminded herself the gods would always be there to watch over her. 

The sound of her door slowly creaking open caught her attention. However, she was in a trance staring at her work and didn't turn. She was observing every small detail trying to find a problem she could fix. 

"You're doing it again." Aemond’s voice rang through her chambers. "Hmm?" Elaena was far too focused to pay attention. "You're forgetting to eat because you're so distracted." He stalked towards her. "I'm not hungry." Elaena could feel Aemond roll his eyes.  "The Gods say it is a sin to lie...Here I brought you a plate." 

He knew how to tug on her heart strings. Religious guilt was something she accidentally instilled in herself by finding too much solace in the faith. She dropped her head and sighed. He moved over to the small table in her chambers and waved her over. "I haven't seen you at all. Have you been fixating on this all day?" 

Aemond regretted getting her new paints. He knew how she got when she really enjoyed something. Though some call it a strength, it was also a weakness. It worried him how often she would forget to eat or bathe because of a new story she was writing or fabric she was stitching. Painting was just a new obsession that preoccupied all of her attention. He would not directly admit it, but he did get jealous when she paid no mind to him. "No, I spent the day with Jace. Then I began working on this before the sun set."  

She picked apart the food on her plate. It did not help her sickly nature that she was so particular about her food. She preferred sweet and mild flavors over those of spice and bitterness. She liked soft and easily chewed textures rather than rough meats. Most vegetables were her sworn enemy as well as salted pork. 

"You shouldn't spend so much time with him."  Aemond spoke. "And why not? He hasn't done anything to me." Elaena continued to stare at her plate. "They aren't good company to keep. You know how people whisper that they are-" She cut him off. "No, I don't hear any whispers. No one tells me anything." 

Aemond sighed. No one told her what a bastard was. There were many times they were scolded for potentially saying unsavory things in front of her. Their mother had kept her as innocent as possible, perhaps to prevent her from turning out like Aegon or Rhaenyra. Or maybe so she could easily manipulate her into doing what she wanted because she knew nothing else. Maybe she just didn't care enough to teach her. Aemond did not know which it was, but he knew she loved her. The Queen was just too busy to handle all the children she had. "I just mean if people see you with a boy who isn't your brother, they may think bad things." Elaena dropped her fork. "What bad things?" 

Aemond quickly realized this conversation was going nowhere. Sometimes he wondered if she acted oblivious on purpose, or she really was that dense. His eyes wandered over to her new artwork. For her age she was quite skilled at the craft. He could tell it was a scene from one of the history books he read to her. 

"Are you planning on marrying someone? Why did you paint a wedding?" He inquired. "I got the idea because Jace said he might marry Helaena! Wouldn't that be exciting to go to a real wedding ceremony?!" She exclaimed.  "Mother would never allow us to marry one of them." Elaena rolled her eyes. "I know, he told me."

Aemond was getting annoyed that the conversation kept going back to Jacaerys. He would need to find her a new friend or start hovering over her more frequently. They would taint her with their ways just as his mother said they would. 

"I thought you only liked the seven-pointed star. Why have you painted a Valyrian wedding?" Elaena cleared her throat, "Just because I do not wish to follow it does not mean I cannot see the beauty in it. There is beauty in everything, good or bad, such is the Gods' will." 

Sometimes the way she said things surprised him. Aemond was genuinely fascinated by the way her mind worked and how she carried herself. How could someone so closely related to them be so different. Times like this he understood why she was sheltered from the outside world. "Spoken like a true saint. The High Septon would be proud." 

Elaena finally began eating her food. She picked the carrots and cabbage out and put them to the side, then she crushed the meat pie enough it would be easy to chew. It was only a few bites of food but she was in a hurry to please Aemond so he would give her the berry cake she smelled in his lap. He always brought her sweets as a reward. 

"All done!" She dropped her hands on the table and stared into him. "That's nowhere near enough." He spoke. "But-" Aemond quickly cut her off. "Eat half." 

Elaena growled at him, earning her an amused look from him. She shoved the mushier half of the pie in her mouth. While her cheeks were still full, she spoke, "Now give it to me." Aemond laughed at her. "You look like a squirrel preparing for winter!" 

He pulled out what he knew she desired and slid it over. In one quick gulp she swallowed her food and began ravishing the cake. She had the most manners out of them all, but it was lost once she was alone, and sweets were on the line. He couldn't help but giggle at her passion for eating desserts and the mess she created. 

"You desperately need a bath!" He chuckled at her. Aemond pointed at the red stains from berries on her face and the leftover paint on her skin. "I'll bathe when the maids remember I exist." 

Her maids had forgotten to come and check on her. Aemond would have his mother scold them later. That was the power he had being the perfect son. If he saw something that was not good, usually she would listen and do something about it. 

Aemond took the empty plates from her and began the march to the Queen's chambers.

ACT II

She had taken Jace down to the dragonpit with her this morrow. Urrax was more of a glorified dog than a dragon. She rarely held the fury other dragons possessed and was more useless than them all. She was a lot more obedient and trustworthy of other people but did not care to listen to them.  She enjoyed sunbathing and neck scratches most of all. Urrax was not big enough to be ridden and her rider was too scared of heights anyway. She didn’t mind that because Urrax was lazy above all else. 

“You see, having a dragon is not all that fun. Urrax doesn’t even move.”  Elaena pointed at her dragon and frowned. “That is because she’s too much like you.” Jace spoke in a matter-of-fact manner. “Well, she also rarely flies.” She rolled her eyes and placed a hand on her hip. “That is because her rider is scared of heights.” Jacaerys spoke with a cheeky smirk plastered on his face. 

“Uh...Urrax come! See, she doesn’t even listen.” She tossed her hands up in the air. The she-dragon stayed sitting staring at what they could only presume to be a mouse. 

“That is because she is distracted by that mouse like you get distracted by your crafts.” Jace patted her on the head and ruffled her hair. Elaena dropped her shoulders in defeat. “A dragon who is born in a cradle tends to be a mirror of their rider's personality.”  

Jacaerys spoke confidently. It always intrigued Elaena how smart he could be when he tried. Usually he fell short in academics, not because he was dumb but because he was lazy. Every once in a while, though he would shock her with random facts he had picked up. 

 “Come” Elaena took his hand and dragged him over to Urrax. She plopped down on the ground and dragged Jace with her. She enjoyed petting Urrax and speaking with her. Though she doubted she could understand what she was saying. Urrax looked to get a rush of excitement and laid herself down next to them. She knew what time it was. “She enjoys being pet…like a hound.” 

Jacaerys scoffed at that. Elaena narrowed her eyes at him and began stroking the scales on Urrax’s neck. The dragon purred and closed its eyes. She was a quiet attention whore just like Elaena. 

Jace's eyes seemed to light up when he touched her. Vermax was never the kind of dragon to allow people to pet him. He was extremely ill tempered as most green dragons are. Jacaerys and him got along well enough but he was nothing compared to Urrax.

“Is she…purring?” His eyes widened as he leaned closer to listen in. “She is! That must mean she likes you.” Elaena cheerfully proclaimed. “It is said that dragons and riders share feelings.” He spoke quietly. Elaena was oblivious to most things around her, including the feelings other people had for her. It was not because she was dumb it was simply because she lacked the ability to read people. It was much easier for her if people just told her flat out how they felt. 

“Ah, I like you, so it makes sense. Does that mean she will eat my grandsire?” His cheeks flushed red before his face was taken over with curiosity. “You don’t like your grandfather?” Elaena stopped petting Urrax for a moment to think. It was not a holy thing to judge other people, only the gods could do that. Internally she started to become conflicted on if she should start her rant or pretend, she said nothing. “I misspoke, my apologies.” She had decided to say another white lie. That would be the only sin she allowed herself to commit. 

Jacaerys nearly barfed in his mouth when she admitted that. He hated that so much of her life was focused around the seven. It completely prevented her from living. All of the Hightower children were weird in their own way. Aegon was a drunk, but he was still cool sometimes, especially when they picked on Aemond together. Helaena was weirdly obsessed with bugs and spoke in riddles. He didn’t dislike her at all, just had little in common with her. Elaena, though she was so sweet to him and an amazing friend, was held back by imaginary Gods. Daeron, he never got to know well enough. He did not like Jace that much he knew. Aemond loathed him to his very core. Every time he was with Elaena his eyes beat red with jealousy. He normally held his tongue, but Jace knew what he wanted to say. 

Elaena was the only one he could genuinely consider a friend. His mother liked her more than the others too. One thing that separated her from the rest was she never called him a bastard. She never even brought up the whispers or his relationship with Ser Harwin. Either she was completely oblivious or did not care and he enjoyed that she was like that. 

“I don’t like your grandsire either.” He meant it to be comforting to tell her she wasn’t alone. It seemed she didn’t feel the same because he watched as she stood up and brushed the dust off herself. “I wish to go to the sept and pray. Will you join me?” Jacaerys never went to the sept, nor did he wish to. However, for a reason unbeknownst to him he could never say no. “Yeah always.” He took her hand into his own and let her guide him. Elaena always had the softest hands though she was always cold. He sometimes thought he could warm her if she just stayed close to him. 

-

They were escorted by guards the entire way to the grand sept. Children would obviously not be allowed to venture the streets alone, but he wished for alone time. That was not a request he was going to receive today though. The sept was dark and lit by hundreds of candles on the mantle in the center of the room. Statues of each of the gods lined it and stared down at him. The windows were colored and had the seven-pointed star decorating them. It was not a place that brought him comfort, it brought quite the opposite actually.

“Do you know how to pray?” He felt guilty when he had to shake his head no. “No matter, we all must start somewhere. Here follow me.” Elaena led Jace to the front of the mantle and handed him a candle. She lit her own and passed the stick to light his. “What are these statues?” He asked with genuine curiosity. 

“The bearded man is The Father. He is said to protect his children. You pray to him for the strength and wisdom to seek justice yourself or for him to take justice on your behalf.” She pointed at the statue with a stern face. It did resemble Ser Harwin a bit. “That is The Mother. She is said to be loving and protective of her children. You pray to her for mercy, and to keep loved ones safe….The man with a sword is The Warrior, you pray to him for courage, a favorable condition during battle, to watch over soldiers, give them strength, keep them safe, and help warriors to victory.” She took a deep breath to prepare for the next explanation.

“The man with a hammer is The Smith, he is the mender of broken things who puts the world of men to right…The innocent looking woman is The Maid. People pray to the Maiden to keep young women safe. A mother may pray to the Maiden to lend courage to her daughters and guard them in their innocence, while a bride might light candles in thanks if a suitable marriage offer is made. Women may also ask for forgiveness for their sins.” She took notice of Jacaerys slowly becoming bored and zoning out. She let out a deep sigh before continuing, “The Crone is the woman with the lamp. You pray to her for wisdom and guidance. Lastly there is the stranger. He leads the newly deceased to the other world. However, he is also meant for the outcast and wanderers of the world. People who fit in that category tend to light candles for him.” 

Jacaerys wasn’t sure who he was meant to pray to. His own mother never taught him much about religion, it wasn’t something that was common in their household. “Who do I pray to?” Elaena let out a huff of annoyance, presumably at how uneducated he was. “To whomever you need to speak to.” That was not very helpful. He watched her close her eyes and clasp her hands together. The candies illuminating her porcelain skin looked beautiful. He wished he looked more like her and not like…Jacaerys wouldn’t think about that right now. He chose to awkwardly ask the warrior for strength and the father for wisdom. One day he would be king and perhaps the gods who help him become a good one. It was a short pray and his knees hurt from kneeling. Elaena was taking her sweet time talking to the gods.

Elaena first prayed to the father to bless her and her family with wisdom. She then moved to the mother and asked for protection for her family. She prayed the warrior gave her brothers strength. The smith mends the bonds of her family that had been broken. She asked the maid for forgiveness for her sins and help in maintaining her innocence. She prayed the crone guided her down the right path with her lamp. Finally, she asked the stranger to lead all the ones that were lost to their salvation. An unusual prayer came to mind today. Her brother Aemond had always been an outcast. Perhaps the stranger would lead him to a path of salvation too. 

“I’m done.” When she was finally satisfied with her conversations, she turned to Jacaerys. She noticed at one point he was fiddling with the hot wax and trying to find a distraction. “We should probably head home then..before our mothers worry themselves sick.” Her mother never worried sick about her. She was far too busy with her own duties to keep track of the youngest daughter. Only Aemond cared about where she went. “You’re right, I’m late for septa lessons too..hurry!” She ripped Jace off the ground at the sudden realization and took off. She was never late to lessons, the scolding she was about to receive would ruin her entire week. 

-

Not only was she late to her lessons but it was the first time her entire family had shown up to one. Elaena couldn’t fathom why they were all crowded in one room. She felt her heart plummet into her stomach and the sweat started to pool on her palms. She should have prayed to the mother for mercy today. 

“Elaena, where have you been?! You’ve never been late before.” Spoke her septa, Margaret. Alicent was watching Helaena sew before she turned her attention to Elaena with a questioning gaze. “I-I went to the sept to pray, and I lost track of time..I’m really sorry.” Her eyes were nearly about to spill out tears. She never got in trouble, she always stayed in the shadows. Now it was her first time that the attention was all on her. “It is good that you pray, my dear child. Who escorted you all the way to the grand sept?” She turned her eyes to Aegon who looked excited that someone besides him was getting in trouble. Aemond looked at her quizzingly. There was no one there to save her. 

“Jacaerys took me.” She spoke excitedly thinking that having an escort would get her out of trouble. Elaena couldn’t have been more wrong. “The Velaryon boy?! It is inappropriate enough that you are frolicking around with a boy who is not your family.” Alicent scolded her for the first time. Her lips began to quiver, and her shoulders trembled. Elaena didn’t understand what was so wrong with him. “The Maiden would not be pleased to see her child with a random boy…especially one of them.” Her mother lowered her voice and spoke in her usual soft tone.

She didn’t know what she meant by one of them but assumed she meant boys that weren’t her siblings. She prepared herself for another berating before a soft voice chimed in. “It is my fault, mother. Elaena asked me to accompany her, but I was far too busy reading. She only went with him because he obviously had nothing else to do. You have my apologies.” Aemond’s face had an apologetic look. Alicent let out a deep sigh and shook her head agreeing with him. He had lied to save her. She would thank him greatly later.  

“I’m sorry, Your Grace.” Elaena curtsied and lowered her head. Alicent ushered her over to sit next to her. She began brushing Helaena’s hair and started an announcement. “Aegon and Helaena will be married soon. I wish for us all to congratulate them.” Elaena silently clapped for them. She may be a fool but not big enough a fool to believe anyone would want to marry her brother. He was the living embodiment of sin. Daeron patted his brother on his back and clapped silently for Hel. Aemond and Aegon both looked as if they were going to vomit in their places. Helaena simply ignored everything her mother said and twirled a string in her fingers. 

“I will pray Aegon improves before your wedding.” She whispered to Helaena. The air in the room grew tense as Alicent began bickering with Aegon. “I have more news…Daeron is being sent to Oldtown to squire.” Elaena clapped cheerfully now. Her smile was of genuine excitement. Though she could not shake the sorrowful feeling in her heart to see another family member leave. Daeron seemed proud of his new station, at least in Oldtown he would be given proper attention. Elaena wished she could go as well but her mother would never let one of her daughters out of her sight for too long. The meeting came to a close with a few hushed good lucks and soft hugs. Aemond was the one to follow her out. 

-

“Why does she hate the Velaryon’s so much?” Elaena asked in her supremely innocent voice. “They are not like us. It is something you’ll understand when you’re older.” Aemond crawled into bed next to her and opened a book about the history of Oldtown. “I’m old enough now to understand most things.” She sighed as she watched him flick through the pages. “The Maiden protects your innocence as does our mother. That is all she’s trying to do by keeping them away.” He spoke softly. Even Aemond got annoyed at her hyper fixation on the Gods. However, it was one of the few things she listened to and took to heart. He felt guilty each time he had to use it against her or to explain away something but, it was a simple option. 

He paused on a page with a painted picture of Oldtown. The grand Hightower stood in the midst of the citadel. It was surrounded by mountains and the ocean. “It looks so beautiful on paper; I wonder what it looks like in person?” He sighed, “Daeron will know soon enough.” She sunk deeper into his chest and inhaled the scent of leather and dust. He always smelled dusty from the library.

 “I prayed for you today.” She spoke softly. “Why me? Aren’t there more important things?” He glanced at her quizzingly. “None more important than family…I prayed to the stranger.” Aemond sat up from his position and his eyes gleamed with shock. “You pray for my death?!” She covered her mouth as her giggles sang throughout the room. The twisted expression he wore was humorous to her. “No fool, the stranger helps outcasts too! I prayed he would give you a dragon and guide you like the other wanderers of the world.” 

Aemond settled back in his previous position. His heart was conflicted on if he should be thanking her or scolding her for thinking of him as an outcast. “Thanks…” His voice was as unsure as his mind. Damn those little bastards for making him look bad. “When you do get a dragon, I’ll pray he’s not as useless as Urrax.” Even that made her brother laugh. She was cursed with a dragon more like a dog and he had none at all. Fate was such a fickle thing. 

-

Aemond hadn’t come to visit her until late the other night. He was covered in ash. He ranted and raved over being given a pig. He made her swear to the gods to never speak to those bas- she couldn’t say the word. He made her swear to never speak to them again. It felt as though her soul was being torn in half. Jacaerys was always so kind to her, how could he do something so cruel? If she was there, she might have prevented it. 

Elaena was not there for the fight in the yard either. She didn’t have the stomach for violence nor the patience to watch boys swing wooden sticks for hours. It was just another tear in her family she failed to prevent. It was not her place to feel so much guilt, but she did. Instead of crying she began a new project. 

Morning, noon, and night for the past week she tirelessly sewed a gown for Helaena. It was white with glistening jewels and lace sewn onto it. The headpiece itself was a monster of its own. The dress was meant for the wedding if her mother permitted it. She would, of course, no one was a better seamstress than her. Oftentimes she found herself pricking her own fingers and ignoring the small drops of blood that pooled on her tips. Once she was ‘in the mood’ as Aemond liked to say nothing could distract her. A dragon could burn down King's Landing and Elaena wouldn’t even notice. 

Creeeeeeeeak

The door slowly moved open, and a bush of brown locks popped in. A pair of brown eyes followed and wandered around the room. A small tan hand pushed the door the rest of the way open. 

“Psst” Elaena was too focused. “Psst, Elaena!” The whisper grew louder. “Elaena!”

Jacaerys shouted in a whisper. How could she be so deaf? She furrowed her eyebrows and backed away from the dress. She could have sworn she heard something- A pair of small hands covered her mouth before she could scream. His big brown eyes stared into hers. “Shhh I’m not supposed to be here! You have to keep quiet.” She mumbled in the palm of his hand. Elaena’s eyes searched around the room. “Do you promise not to shout?”

Jace’s face was one of worry. She shook her head, and he slowly pulled his hand away from her. Elaena’s face was now covered in his hand sweat, gross. “Jace!” She shouted, before he could reply she jumped and wrapped her arms around him. Yes, she was still mad over the pig joke but without him she was so lonely. He could be forgiven just like all of The Mother’s children. Aemond would probably forgive him too once they learned how to be friends. 

“I missed you too.” He nuzzled his head into her hair. Besides smelling like floral oils that were used in her bath, she smelled like the fabrics or paints she surrounded herself with. It was a comforting smell that encased his senses. He used his hands to rub her back just as his own mother did to him. “I want to take you somewhere.” He pulled away and placed his hands on her shoulders. He was not asking her permission, simply telling her what they were doing. “It’s really late…I don’t want to get in troub-“ He interrupted, “You won’t! Just please follow me.” It was impossible to say no to him. Especially when his big brown eyes stared into your soul. It was like looking at a begging dog. “Ok…. but where are we going?” She examined his face for any clue. He simply grabbed her hand and pulled her with vigor. “You’ll see!”

-

After ducking and dodging several nighttime guards they stumbled upon the gods wood tree they spent so much time under. It was dimly lit from the torches within the castle. “Why are we here?” She spoke in a hushed whisper. He pulled her to the ground under the tree and cupped her hands. His expression was laced with seriousness. “I needed to tell you something but only in private, in our place.” Her heart sank, imagining what words could be uttered from his mouth. “Wha- what is it?” He sighed and his fingers tightened. “We’re moving to Dragonstone. I’m not sure when I’ll be back or if we will ever see each other-“ 

“No!” Elaena was a sensitive girl with too many feelings. Her tear ducts acted on their own accord and released a flurry of tears. Jacaerys acted quickly and embraced her harshly. The sounds of her whimpers were muffled in his night clothes. “I wanted to do something with you…swear something to each other.” Elaena pulled herself away from him and wiped her tears. Her response was intertwined with sniffles. “Swear what?” 

Jacaerys took this as a good sign and unsheathed his dagger. Ser Harwin gave it to him before he left, now he vowed to take it everywhere with him. Elaena’s eyes widened like he had never seen them before. She muttered short ‘whats’ as she began pulling away. “I’m not going to harm you! It’s just to carve something into our tree.” She stared at him in confusion. “Carve what?” His lips curved into a mischievous smirk. “A promise that we'll be together no matter how far away we are.” That sounded like something Aemond read in story books. Lovers torn apart making a promise to each other. 

“I’ll start.” He took his time sloppily carving something into the tree. His hands shook as the bark fell apart. It was completely unintelligible. “There, now your name is carved into here for the rest of time.” That made her giggle with joy. He moved the dagger, so the end was facing her. “It’s your turn to carve mine.” She nervously took the blade from him. Elaena had never wielded a weapon before, nor did she intend to. She gave him an awkward smile as she tried her best to write his name. It was even worse looking than what he did. She pulled back and her face crinkled at the poor craftsmanship. He let out a laugh then took her hands.

“It is time for the promise itself…are you ready?” She shook her head once more. For a boy of ten he looked very grown up at this moment. “With this kiss I pledge my love. I shall be loyal to you always, and hold no secrets from you, now and forever. I share your joy, from this day to my last day. And, with this flower, I pledge my passion.” He handed her a little dandelion he picked up. It was a weed not a flower but no matter. What was that about a kiss? Before she could mull it over, he pecked her lips with his own. Her entire body felt as if it was lit aflame. Her cheeks were a shade of blistering red. “It’s your turn, El!” 

Her throat betrayed her and spoke before she could think.  “With this kiss I pledge my love. I shall be loyal to you always, and hold no secrets from you, now and forever. I share your joy, from this day to my last day. And..um..” She didn’t have a flower on her. The air around them became awkward quickly as she searched herself for anything. Ah, the seven-pointed star necklace she always wore.”And, with this necklace I pledge my passion.” She dropped it into his lap and stared. Elaena was not bold enough to do what he did. Her fingers began to fiddle with the seams on her dress. Her cheeks burnt hot to the touch. She quickly asked the warrior for courage and leaned in. 

“Ow!” She had failed miserably and flashed her forehead into his. Elaena rubbed the knot that would most likely form after tonight. Jacaerys laughed at her under his breath and grabbed her face. “Muuuuuah!” He didn’t peck her this time it was the worst open mouth kiss a child could do. He slobbered on her like a dog, and she couldn’t help but crinkle her nose. Jace saw his mother and Ser Harwin do it once…he realized it looked better than actually doing it. They didn’t notice the pair of violet eyes staring at them or the small brown ones following suit. 

Thus, two little kids made a promise neither could fully comprehend. A pledge that they may never end up keeping. Everything was so much simpler in the story books they read. The goodbye was sweet and simple, but she couldn’t hold back her tears. Luckily for Elaena she would be seeing Jacaerys very soon. 

ACT III

The wind of Driftmark was chilly and the air smelt only of salt from the sea. It had only been a few days since they departed to Dragonstone before Elaena saw him again. Her mother summoned another rare group meeting to announce the Lady Laena had passed and you all were to attend her funeral. It was an odd thing going to a funeral of someone you didn’t know but that was the duty of a princess, Elaena thought. 

She was completely dazed throughout the entire ordeal. Only exchanging glances with Jacaerys who looked more solemn than usual.  

“Why does he seem so sad? I didn’t think he knew her all that well.”  Aegon snickered at her obliviousness and Aemond rolled his eyes. “His father died and his grandsire too.” She confusingly looked around the funeral. 

“Aemond, they’re right here.” He lowered his voice to nothing above a whisper. Aemond was acting as if he was sharing top secret information. “No…their true father, Ser Harwin Strong died in a fire. Lyonel died with him which is why grandsire is the hand again.” Elaena’s eyes widened as she took in the new information. Jacaerys did always look a bit like a Strong…and he was rather fond of the Lord Commander too. “If he was their father, why didn’t he claim them?”  Aegon bit his lip trying not to laugh. He placed a hand on her shoulder and leaned in. “Because they are bastards born out of wedlock. To claim a bastard is to forever shame yourself in the eyes of the Gods you worship, silly girl.” 

It was that word again. The word Aemond threw around in her room the night after the pig incident. If it were true, that they were ba- born out of wedlock that would mean their entire life was a lie. Their claim to anything was also a falsity. Oh my, her best friend and half-sister had been living in sin her whole life and she never noticed. She might be considered a sinner too for…liking him. 

She stared at him with wide eyes for the entire speech. Elaena would go and pray for him soon. Overall, she wasn’t that worried about him, more about how the gods were going to punish her for associating with him. Would they damn her to the Seven Hells for what she had done? Would they take the life of someone she loved too? What cruel punishment would they give to her for kissing a bas- born out of wedlock child? 

“Don’t tell them that you know. You’ll get in far more trouble than you deserve.” Aemond looked at her with a serious expression. “How do we know for certain?” She quizzed him, secretly she hoped it to be a lie. Maybe Aegon told him as a jest, and he took it too seriously. One of the jealous ladies spread the rumor, surely. “Mother.”

It was the truth after all. The guilt started eating her alive almost immediately. If his very birth was against the gods, wasn’t he supposed to be..cruel? Jacaerys had always been kind to her. He didn’t seem to be someone who was a sin, not yet at least. Her mind began racing, endlessly searching for a path to forgiveness. Elaena could just go and offer him saving...bring him to the light and turn him holy. Yes, that’s what she could do right now. The gods were merciful after all, and he had proved himself too not be evil. They both may not have to face persecution.

Aemond watched her face wash over in anxiety. Her eyes focused entirely on the direction of their nephew. He had finally said something that struck a chord with her. Now, he could finally stop worrying about them interacting. He turned to Aegon who had already begun bickering about his marriage again. It disgusted him how little he cared for duty or the law. How he managed to dishonor himself every day with another serving girl or liquor. It was a blessing she never had to witness his doings…Aemond froze for a moment and realized she wasn’t clinging onto him anymore. He whipped his head in several different directions before he spotted them. It always had to be them.

Elaena had been following Jace’s movements around the funeral awaiting an opportunity. Oddly enough, Rhaenyra was doing the same to her uncle. They pretended not to notice each other wandering aimlessly, a secret understanding of sorts was made. She stalked through the crowd of people and lost sight of him. Of course, her sister would distract her fro-

“What are you doing?” Her entire body whipped around, and Elaena’s face burnt red from the sheer embarrassment. “I-I wha- are you stalking me?” She spoke, shifting the blame onto the other person that was definitely a sin of some sort. He furrowed his eyebrows, “Why would I be stalking you? I was trying to find my cousins and you’re in the way.” He scoffed; his words came out far more venomous than he had intended. Jacaerys was simply upset about everything around him. He was confused and angry that his parentage was kept hidden away for so long. And he was overwhelmingly sad that Harwin had died before he got the chance to form that sort of bond with him. It was a lot for a boy of ten to handle on his own. 

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Elaena shuffled to the side so he could get past. Anyone else in her family would probably bark back at him. Scold him for being rude towards them. Not her, she simply accepted defeat. 

“It’s fine…” Jacaerys mumbled under his breath. Internally he was rather pleased to see her again. Though he had an amazing family, he yearned for the comforts of someone less…biased. Someone who he considered more of an equal rather than his little brother or mother. The faintest of smiles crept onto her face as she reached forward. The necklace she gave him was still hung around his neck. “As long as you wear this the gods will keep watching over you…My apologies for the loss of Lady Laena…And Ser Harwin, I know you all had a strong bond.” He grabbed her hand with strength she did not know he possessed. She stumbled back, ignorant of the implication she made. Elaena had chosen the worst word to describe them without realizing. 

“What did you just say?” His cheeks were red but not in their usual flush, they were an angry shade of crimson. His eyes shot daggers through her, and his grip tightened when she wouldn’t answer.

“I-I..” She couldn’t figure out what she had just said wrong. What could she have possibly said to trigger this sort of reaction? “You’re just like the rest of them, aren’t you?!”

Her eyes began watering on their own. Tears forming a pool threatening to spill over on the edge of her lids. Elaena did not do well getting in trouble. Especially, when she had no idea what she did. “Let's go.” The voice from behind her spoke firmly. Elaena turned her head, 

“Aemond!” Jacaerys and Aemond had a short-lived stare down. His eyes were cold, dull even and seemed to pierce right through Jace. He let go of Elaena and stepped back, he raised his chin to Aemond, “Do you always meddle in your sister’s life?” 

Aemond laughed, “I never noticed how strong of a grip you had, perhaps a trait from your father.” Jacaerys took a step forward and looked as if he was going to strangle Aemond to death. But, not before Aegon decided to join in the fun. “Fighting at a funeral? Isn’t that unbefitting of a future king, Jace?”

Jacaerys didn’t let go of eye contact with the youngest brother. Though for a moment it seemed his lip twitched. Aegon normally wouldn’t waste his energy on childish fights but after the pig joke, he owed Aemond. Plus, only he was allowed to make fun of his sisters. 

Jace was the first to break, he was outnumbered and wouldn’t cause a scene on such a sad day. Unlike Aemond he wasn’t that desperate to fight another person. He let out a childish huff and moved over to his cousins. 

“Why were you talking to him?!” Aemond scolded her. “I just wanted to say sorry.” Elaena muttered. “Did you see what happened?! That’s why I tell you not to talk to them!” Aegon chimed in,“Look, she's crying now, idiot!” Aemond furrowed his brows. “Yeah! look at what he did to her!” He pointed to the tiny red spot on her wrist. Jacaerys didn’t grab hard enough to leave a bad mark, he wouldn’t do that. “Stop yelling, she’s crying more!” Aegon pointed at her face. “How is that my fault?! It’s the bastard's fault.” Aemond retorted. “Of course, it’s his fault but you’re making it worse!” 

Elaena felt the sting of hot tears forming in her eyes as Aemond and Aegon both started to yell at her. She felt her throat tighten and her vision blurring as the tears started to slide down her cheeks. Embarrassed, she tried to look away, but the boys’ yells kept ringing in her ears and she couldn't bear it any longer. She suddenly remembered her room and the shelter it could provide from the scolding. Without another thought, Elaena ran inside and into her room, her face wet with tears and her heart filled with sadness. She sank into her cotton bed, pulling the covers over herself and let the tears flow freely. She tried to muffle her sobs, but the boys’ voices still echoed in her head and overwhelmed her. She cried until a deep, exhausted sleep came over her. 

-

“Wake up!” Two hands shook her vigorously.

“Elaenaaaaaaaaa….wake upppp!” They pulled the blankets off her. Elaena groaned and rolled over. Her eyes stitched shut by dry tears and her throat sore from sobbing. The smell of wine filled her nose and forced her fully awake. 

“Aegon, you’re drunk.” She spoke in between yawns. “We need to go!” He yanked her by the arm. She barely had time to pull a nightgown cover off her chair before she was rushed down the stairs and into the great hall. Aegon hadn’t told her anything as he raced her and Helaena to the scene. The room was packed to the brim with onlookers. 

“What’s going on?” Helaena spoke in a loud whisper. Aegon shuffled them to the side of the room where their mother stood. Elaena immediately took notice of Aemond’s absence. She gazed around the room and spotted the Velaryon boys covered in blood. Her first instinct was to gag at the sight then the next was to try to go over to Jacaerys. Aegon pulled her back and leaned down.

“Look! Elaena look what they did!” She moved her gaze over to the chair, her mother sat in front of it with tears in her eyes. The maester worked vigorously on someone. She cranked her head to the side and saw him. Her eyes widened and she stumbled back. His eye was gone, it was completely gone. The bile in her stomach itched at her throat. Aemond had gotten his eye cut out. 

The king, her father, started demanding answers. The noise of his shouting and everyone else’s was blurred in her head. She had tunnel vision; all she could stare at was him. 

Aemond had been right all along, they lived in sin. Jacaerys and his siblings were all bastards, their lives were against the gods themselves. Sweat began pooling on her forehead and her eyes flickered between the children. The gods punished her by taking his eye, just as they punished Rhaenyra by killing Ser Harwin. This was all her fault for associating with him, for kissing him. She was a sinner now too. 

Elaena was consumed with an intense guilt as she realized Jacaerys took Aemond's eye with the dagger they exchanged their vows with. She felt sorrow and outrage, mixed with the grief and indignation of betrayal, as she was reminded of the warning Aemond had given her about Jacaerys being a sin. This moment made it all too real, making it impossible for Elaena to deny that she had failed her faith and her brother, dabbling with something her religion denounced. Her throat was thick with tears that she was unable to shed, and her mind was beset with conflicting thoughts as she wrestled with her own belief system, realizing that she had been wrong to ignore Aemond's warnings. She wanted to stop the pain that Aemond was enduring but could do nothing but watch helplessly as her brother's eye was taken in such a cruel and calculated manner. The Velaryons were all monsters, and she was now one too. 

The sounds of fighting erupting were drowned out by her own mind. Accusations being sent across the room like hell fire. The arrival of her half-sister and the Velaryons did not ease the tension. 

“You will make good will to one another! Elaena and Jacaerys are henceforth betrothed. Their union may just make this interminable infighting cease!” Viserys spoke. “Thank you, father.” Rhaenyra replied.

 Elaena was ripped out of the daze she was in. When she heard she was to marry Jacaerys, Elaena felt a wave of deep despair flooding her heart. The news caught her completely off guard and her natural reaction was to recoil away from him in fear. She knew without a doubt that his previous actions were nothing less than sinful and to be married to him would make her complicit with it. She couldn’t help but feel that she was losing her way in the eyes of her religion and her faith in her own goodness was diminishing. 

She casted her view to Jacaerys who lowered his eyes, Rhaenyra offered her a soft smile, Aegon was too bewildered to speak, Helaena wasn’t even present in her mind to react. Her final turn was to her mother and brother. In her mind she was begging them to make it stop. Don’t let this happen, don’t let them drag her farther into sin and away from her faith.

“No!” Aemond shouted. "Goodwill and betrothals will not make my son whole again!” Alicent spoke in a plea that would go unheard. She felt her chest tighten and her heart start to sink as she tried to wrap her mind around the reality of the situation. She couldn’t shake the feeling of being doomed – like she had already lost and was heading further away from redemption and the light. The thought of it was unbearable. 

She watched in horror as Alicent lunged at Rhaenyra. Her own father had forsaken them. He allowed them to take his eye with no punishment and then threaten to punish him for an insult. It wasn’t until now she realized the way of things. On this night she realized her ‘father’ did not think of them as family, only backups. He did not love them, he only had love for his other family. Her mother had been right to warn them this entire time. He would take out their tongues for speaking the truth and force them into unwanted marriages for his own gain.  Rhaenyra and her brood were sinners and the king stood idly by and let them do as they pleased whilst the rest suffered. 

The night swiftly came to an end when Alicent released the blade and Aemond said it was a fair trade. It was not a fair trade in her mind, nor would it ever be. She stared at Jacaerys with tears welling in her violet irises, he did not return her gaze. Elaena was mentally pleading with him to say sorry, to offer them anything. He did no such thing. Instead, he walked away from the scene with his own family. Rhaenyra and her kin were always good at fleeing when things became unsavory. It left a bitter taste in her mouth and a stain in her heart. 

Elaena spent that night with Aemond and many other nights after. 

-

Her disdain for her other family had simmered down. She still did not think of them as her true family and still believed them to be sinners in need of saving, but she did not loathe them. She prayed for them instead and for her future husband. Lucerys was truly the only person she had quarrels with. He took her brother's eye after all; she prayed the warrior would serve him justice one day. However, her disdain for the king did not relent. The Gods would be angry she could not be rid of the grudge that held onto her heart but there was nothing she could do. He had caused the divide even if he did not mean it. 

It was easier to forget her betrothal and inevitable doom whilst at home. Her mother fought tooth and nail to have her stay at home with them. For the first time her mother took notice of her, real notice. She was interested in her art and crafts and her love for the seven. The Queen permitted her to wear more conservative clothing you might see a septa wear…she even considered letting Elaena become a septa like she wished. The King would never allow the last bit but at least her mother now tried. 

She had taken to becoming Aemond’s caregiver as a way to appease her sins. Elaena followed his every move like a dog. Though he was not an easy patient, he wished to do everything on his own. The worst part of it thus far had been the removal of the stitches. The maester said that he may have chronic pain for the rest of his life to match with the massive scar. His eyeball was completely gone and for now it was just a hole he covered with a patch. Elaena wouldn’t admit out loud it was a hard sight to behold. 

He also had been in higher spirits because of Vhagar. She had doted on him like a mother whose babe had just gotten injured. Aemond flew on her every single day, sometimes he wouldn’t return for hours. Elaena remained content waiting for him on the ground. It wasn’t like Urrax could magically grow large and take off. His entire aura had changed after that night. He was no longer the shy and polite boy she knew. Instead, he was self-assured, audacious, diligent, and independent. He was more mature and prince-like now than he ever was. 

-

He wanted to go and escape on Vhagar today but all of the king’s children were forced to watch the tournament for his first-born son’s wedding. He had invited every lord and lady from all across the realm to enjoy the festivities. Though, it wasn’t a very festive week for the couple or for the younger children who were reminded they would forever be in the background of the eldest. 

“I hate tourneys.” Aemond mumbled under his breath. They sat in the royal box looking down at the “excitement” below. Aegon and Helaena sat opposite to them. One was already drowning in his cups and the other was lost in her own head.  “I think they can be nice.” Elaena smiled at him. She was purposely staring any other way besides the violence below. “Real men don’t need to prove their honor in tourneys with sticks. They prove it in real war with real swords.” 

She hummed at his words. “It can be kind of romantic…A man winning with the favor of a girl and crowning her in front of the masses…Not everything has to be about proving your honor, it can be about defending someone else’s.” Aemond tapped his fingers on the wooden chair she sat in.  “Do you wish for your future husband to do that?” She peered up from the ground. Her future husband, Jacaerys Velaryon. A subtle frown creeped onto her face at the mention. “No, I don’t think my future husband will do anything of the sort for me.” Aemond's lip twitched into a smirk. “Mayhaps I will consider it.” He leaned back down into his chair and watched her closely waiting for a reaction. He was sorely disappointed when she did not falter and got lost in another daydream. 

Elaena did not understand why he would consider it. She failed to understand the reasoning for most things around her. For example, why Aegon did not participate in the tourney to crown Helaena queen of love and beauty. He was completely drowned in his cups the entire tournament. Neither of them wanted to be married but at least it was Helaena and not a bas- Velaryon. She still did not let the vile word seep onto her tongue or into her mind freely. 

Her uncle won the tournament for Helaena. Gwayne was her mother’s brother, and he was quite the knight. Though, she barely knew him since the king kept them all locked away in King’s Landing. Daeron was permitted to come back to see the wedding too…but only the wedding. The king cared the least for his youngest son who he forgot existed the majority of the time. Elaena had requested to be sent to Oldtown too but was refused instantaneously. After the incident at Driftmark he had completely casted aside her four siblings. The only reason the marriage was being celebrated was because Aegon is the first-born son.  

“She looks pretty with a crown, don’t you think?” Aemond leaned back into Elaena. “Hmm, I suppose.” She lightly slapped her brother’s shoulder. “You’re supposed to agree.” He rolled his eyes and turned back to her. “Maybe I think it would look better on someone else.” A weird feeling formed in the pits of her stomach. Why would it bother me if he thought it would look on someone else, she thought. “W-who?” Aemond’s stoic face melted, and a light tint of rose painted his cheeks. “Erm…Aegon” The weird pit in her stomach disappeared as it tended with laughter. “He does look like a pretty princess! Look at his luscious blonde locs!” She giggled hysterically. Aemond left out a breath of relief for whatever reason. 

-

“Who’d dress, would you rather wear mine or hers.” Elaena spoke with narrowed eyes and venom laced on her tongue. A tailor had come in to fit Helaena for the god-awful dress they had concocted. It was plain and an ugly cream shade with no detailing whatsoever. It wasn’t befitting a princess by any means. “Insolent child.” The plain-featured woman growled. Elaena’s face twisted in dismay. She had spent hours tediously sewing and stitching fine details onto this dress. Her little hands had subtle scars from the needle pricking her skin. It was by all account perfect, and this hag wouldn’t waste it. 

“I think they’re both beautiful.” Helaena spoke softly whilst she gazed upon them with her doe eyes. She was far too sweet for her own good. “I’ll ask your mother.” She sneered and walked towards the exit. “No, I’ll ask my mother!” Elaena rushed towards the door and grabbed the handle. They began pushing and shoving each other to get hold of the doorknob. Neither were about to willingly let their hard work go to waste. 

Sadly, Elaena was weak and sickly. She was easily overpowered and knocked to the floor. Tears began welling into her eyes and the room became distant. The embarrassment of being so quickly overpowered and undermined by this woman was draining her resolve. “Don’t bite off more than you can chew, kid.” The woman spoke with a subtle smirk, she turned to open the door but was beaten to it by the Queen. She stood in the doorway and observed the scene before her.

“Elaena, my sweet, why are you on the floor?” She moved over so she was standing above her. The tailor began muttering incoherent sentences out of fear. “Sh- she pushed me an- and she called me insolent.” Her sobs echoed throughout the room. “All because she didn’t like the dress I made!” Elaena pointed a finger at the woman. It was a sin to lie, but sometimes a simple sin is necessary. You would always be able to pray for forgiveness later. Alicent’s face dropped, and her eyes turned cold as she turned to the woman. “Ser Criston, escort the lady out.” Cole, the sworn guard and occasional father to the Hightower siblings, took her arm rather roughly and pulled her out. Apologies were being thrown around like snowballs in the North. 

“Elaena made me a dress, it’s quite pretty.” Helaena spoke whimsically. “Aw my beautiful girl.” Alicent walked over and tried to cup Helaena’s face, but she flinched away. She never liked to be touched. She let out a sigh before turning to trace her fingers across Elaena’s dress. Her eyebrows raised slightly, and a glimmer of interest showed on her face. “You made this?” Elaena wiped the real and fake tears off her face. She used her hands to pat down her dress and rid it of the wrinkles. “Yes, I spent the last two moons on it.” Her mother stood back and clasped her hands together, she appeared deep in thought. “It’s lovely…A dress worthy of a future queen.” Elaena chose to willingly ignore the last comment. Any type of praise overshadowed the possible treason. “I’d like to wear hers instead. If that’s ok mother.” 

Helaena got her way; Elaena guessed it was because her mother felt bad for forcing her to marry Aegon. She waited impatiently on the seetee as the servants dressed her sister. She had never looked so beautiful before. Her hair was in high braids on top of her head and the dress fit her curves perfectly. The lace and jewels simply accentuated her features. When the ladies were finished her mother waved them off and allowed the sisters just a moment of alone time. 

“Are you scared…for marriage that is.” Elaena nervously asked, she was beginning to think of her own. “I suppose, I heard husbands leave you alone once you bear children. I’m looking forward to that.” That did not do well to ease her own nerves. She didn’t like the thought of bearing children let alone to someone who took her brother’s eye. Then again, she didn’t even know how you made children. “You look too beautiful for him not to fawn over you. I’m sure it’ll be much happier once you’re officially together and the Gods bless your union.” Helaena turned around and stared at her sister. She pondered for a moment before crossing her arms and giving a soft smile. “Elaena…you know nothing.” It wasn’t spoken in a harsh manner, nor was it intended to be an insult. She still felt a subtle ache in her chest at the thought she knew nothing. Before she could ask any more questions, another knock was heard.

“It’s time to go, Princess.” Her father was there to escort her into the grand hall. Elaena quickly popped up out of her position “Good Luck!” She waved as she opened the door and rushed past the king. He stared at the child whose name he forgot rushed past him in haste. 

“Why was she in here?” He asked. Helaena smiled brightly at the attention her father was about to give her. “Elaena made my dress. She is quite talented.” Ah, Elaena, his youngest girl. She was an odd one, much more Hightower than Targaryen. She would make a good future wife of Jacaerys, very docile and obedient. And Rhaenyra voiced how much she liked her and how they had bonded. I should start paying more attention to her, the king thought, “What a lovely dress!” He limped his way over to Helaena and placed his hands on her shoulders. “You look beautiful, my girl.” She bowed her head slightly. “Thank you, Your Grace.” Unlike their half-sister it was rare the five siblings called him father. He was more of a man they occasionally interacted with than a dad. Though he did take special interest in Rhaenyra and Helaena, he obviously preferred girls.

-

The wedding venue was in the throne room. The great hall was decorated with white floral arrangements and Targaryen banners. The smell of wine and expensive food filled everyone’s noses. It was backed to the brim with Lords and Ladies from across the realm. Elaena shuffled nervously next to Aemond, noticing all the eyes on them. “You look fine.” He whispered in her ear. They weren’t staring at her; they were looking at the boy with an eyepatch. “We all look better than them.” Daeron spoke and the three children turned. In the midst of their wedding vows Aegon began to cry, Helaena followed suit.

The king learned from Rhaenyra’s wedding that the feast should be held after the vows are made. Since he decided this, Aegon was unable to drown in his cups…yet. The Grand Septon announced that their vows were finalized, and they leaned in. “…that is the worst kiss I have ever seen.” Daeron said with subtle disgust plastered on his face. “When have you seen married people kissing?” Their parents never once placed their lips together. In the entire time she was there was not a single moment of romance between the two. 

“They weren’t married.” He giggled to himself. “Shut up, Daeron.” Aemond whispered in a stern voice. “They aren’t going to consummate.” He spoke. “What’s that?” Elaena asked with genuine curiosity. “Daeron! Shut up!” Aemond yelled in a whisper. “You talk about it all the time!” Daeron pointed at his chest. “Talk about what?!” Elaena pleaded. “Not in front of her!” He was no longer whispering and spoke loudly. All eyes were on the youngest as the eldest siblings turned to them. They had all been caught red-handed gossiping. 

Elaena smiled brightly trying to avoid the disapproving stares. Her face burned bright red as she slowly backed away behind her brothers. Daeron and Aemond shared tight lipped smiles as they turned and ushered Elaena to the table. “Are we going to get in trouble?” She asked softly. “Hopefully Aegon will do something worse.” Daeron said. “We can depend on our dear elder brother to mess up more than we have.” Aemond sneered. He hadn’t forgotten the pig joke and had yet to fully forgive him. 

The feast was spread out far and wide. The table that was placed before the throne was long. To the left of the king were Otto, Aemond, Elaena and Daeron. To his right were Queen Alicent, Aegon, Helaena. Aemond had scooted far away from the king. The scent of his rotting flesh ruined the meal. His presence in general ruined the meal for many. Viserys slowly stood up and went to make a toast to the new couple when he paused. It seemed he realized his favorite family was not here and would not be attending. 

“Today we are gathered to celebrate the union of my first-born son, Aegon and his wife, Helaena…The crown wishes you to take part in the plentiful feast and celebrate all the great houses who bless us with their presence…” He paused to cough on his own spit. Alicent immediately began rubbing his hand and begging him to sit. Gods, she was a saint for dealing with this man. The door to the throne room slowly began to open.

“Lord Corlys Velaryon, Lord of the tides, Princess Rhaenys Targaryen, Ser Vaemond Velaryon, and Lady Baela and Rhaena Targaryen.” 

Elaena dropped her fork into her plate and Aemond’s entire body tensed. “What are they doing here?” She reached over and grabbed his hand. There was nothing she could do to ease the tension filling the room. The King looked up and smiled “Please, begin the festivities!” Elaena watched carefully as they approached the table. Rhaenys was the only one to gaze upon Aemond’s scar before she turned her attention to the king. “Congratulations to the newlywed couple. May this union bring you happiness.” Lord Corlys spoke with the fakest smile plastered on his face. “Congratulations cousin.” Rhaenys bowed her head slightly. 

Elaena squeezed Aemond’s hand tighter as the Velaryons bowed one last time and walked to their seats. She could feel every muscle in his body tense as they approached and not once did, he take his eyes off the two girls. “They’re gone now. It’s just us three again.” She whispered in his ear. Aemond unclenched his jaw and leaned back. He maintained the grip on her hand.

The music started playing and the sound of silverware hitting plates echoed throughout the room. Elaena peered over to look at her siblings and it was as expected. “Aegon is drowning in cups already.” Aemond scoffed, “When is he not?” Daeron peered over the table. “I expect this of him…I did not expect Lord Baratheon to be drinking so heavily.” Elaena bit her lip and contemplated her next words…were they sinful?

 “Lord Borros resembles a hog more than a stag.” Daeron choked on his drink and Aemond let out a quiet laugh. “Look closely, you can see Tyland is already drooling over his brother's wife.” Elaena shook Daeron’s shoulder. “Lady Redwyne has already descended upon the cakes!” Their giggles were quickly becoming uncontrollable. “Lord Caswell’s balding has spread to his nape. He’s practically a dragon egg!” The children burst out in laughter and Aemond simply smirked next to them. 

“You’re both so immature…Eat your food before Lord Borros gets it.” Elaena’s face turned bright red as Aemond finally made a jest of his own. It was so comforting for all of them to be together again. However, the comfort ended when Helaena and Aegon stood up to dance. He was already stumbling slightly, and Helaena had completely disassociated from the situation. Daeron shifted in his seat, “It’s like watching two headless chickens.” Elaena stared at the mediocre dance performance below. “I thought marriage was a gift. This looks more like a punishment from the gods.” The children quietly ate their food and avoided eye contact with their siblings. They all felt bad of course but what could they do about it? The king and queen wished for it, so it was.

The music shifted and so did the room. Other guests descended upon the dance floor. Elaena watched as Aegon approached their side of the table. “Aemond, I’m begging you just dance with her for a few more songs, please!” Aemond sat there more annoyed than when the Velaryons arrived. “No! She’s your wife.” Aegon scoffed, “That doesn’t mean I want to dance.” Elaena and Daeron side-eyed each other as they watched their eldest siblings. “Ask Daeron!” He whipped his head around. “Don’t drag me into this, I promised our cousin from Oldtown.” Elaena sighed, “You’re all horrible. It’s our sister's wedding and not one of you will dance?” Aemond’s face washed over in guilt, and he stood up. “A real man does what his lady wishes.” He stared Aegon down and walked over to Helaena. For the first time in the entire night, she smiled brightly. 

“Your cup is still full, sister.” Aegon slurred his words. She watched him take the seat next to her. She went to turn to Daeron, but he had gotten up out of guilt too. “I don’t drink, it’s improper for a lady.” His eyes rolled so far back in his head he probably saw his brain. “You’re a princess not a lady. Look, even mother drinks.” She looked across the table and noticed her mother drinking far more than usual. Mayhaps this wedding was dreadful for all the participants. “Here, drink this cup and if you hate it, I will never bring it up again, I promise.” He was bored and trying to drag someone else down to his level. His other siblings weren’t as gullible as Elaena. Sometimes her personality reminded him of a dog, submissive and obedient. If someone said fetch, she would probably do it. “Fine.” 

She eyes the red liquid inside her cup and swirled it around. This wasn’t a sin, the seven allowed girls and boys to drink. She just simply did not wish to partake in something that may get her in trouble. She sniffed the cup and her face curled in disgust. Elaena shut her eyes tight and said a quick prayer before she dumped the entire contents of the goblet into the back of her throat. “Seven Hells!” He laughed as he scooted back. Elaena choked and snorted some out of her nose and onto the table. Majority of it went down her throat and already she could feel her insides warming. “My septa is less bitter than this.” Aegon chuckled, “Elaena I did not know you knew how to jest!” She tried to narrow her eyes at him, but it quickly became a smile. “I am the best jester in the seven kingdoms. If you simply paid attention.” Aegon nodded his head and called over a servant.

 “Dornish sweet wine.” The maid quickly bowed her head and scurried away to grab another. “This is far sweeter though it’s darker in color.” The nice lady refilled Elaena’s glass and she took it instantly. “Elaena! Let’s have a drinking contest. Whoever reaches the bottom first wins.” Elaena turned her head to her brother. She raised one eyebrow, “What is the prize for winning?” Aegon sat back in his chair and swirled the wine in his cup. “I’ll let you ride Sunfyre if you win. If I win, I’ll need you to pretend I’m with you when I sneak out.” Elaena huffed, “One ride for an eternity of me aiding in your antics? That’s not even remotely fair.” Aegon pouted, “Fine just this week then.” Elaena rolled her eyes. 

“On three…One…Two…three!” She threw the cup back like she did the first time, but her throat didn’t listen. Half of it went back in the cup whilst the other seeped into her stomach. She tried to quickly try again but Aegon had already depleted his goblet of wine. “You drink like a braavosi sailor!” She shouted! “I drink just the right amount, little sister. You should drink more!” That was a grand mistake, but she did it anyway. He refilled her glass twice more and twice more did she lose to him. “Lady Jeyne has already begun harassing the servants.” Aegon pointed to the woman. Elaena didn’t know what he meant but nodded anyway. “Lord Stark looks like a melted snowman.” He hummed in agreement. 

“If I win this one you have to answer me three questions.” She spoke. Aegon was drunk enough to no longer be able to say no. “Absolutely! “ The goblet was refilled a fourth time and for the first time she had won. She mastered the art of draining the contents in one go. Aegon let out a vile burp afterwards that made her face twist in disgust.

 “you’re such a wastrel.” He scoffed, “oh and you’re such a saint. Saintly little Elaena who kissed Jacaerys under a tree.” Her entire body froze, and sobriety hit her like a sword. Except, the moment of clarity was only a moment long. “If you tell anyone I will cut off your manhood!” He looked at her as if she was crazy. “Do you even know what manhood is?!” No, that she did not know. She was severely uneducated in many aspects. “Fine! Since I won, tell me a few of your secrets since you know mine.” He sunk down into his chair. He looked to be deep in thought. “I relieved myself out of the window a few times.” She didn’t know what that meant. She took it as he pissed outside of his window a few times. Which wasn’t disgusting but he could do worse. “Not good enough:” 

He scoffed, then his mood turned solemn.  “I feel terribly that I can’t be a good husband to Helaena, nor will I ever be…my heart belongs to someone outside these walls.” Elaena suddenly felt her heart ache at the mention. It was awful for both parties involved but that didn’t excuse his actions. Though, she was going to be in his position soon. Once she was forced to wed Jacaerys that is.  She sighed deeply, “A toast for our future failed marriages.” Aegon furrowed his eyebrows. “Our?You don’t like him?” She rolled her eyes. “Absolutely not, did you not see what happened at Driftmark?” He nodded his head and picked up his glass. “A toast to our inevitably unhappy futures!” They clinked glasses and gulped down their contents. 

Hiccup

“Aegonnnnn” 

Hiccup

She shook his shoulders. “I wish to danceeee” 

Hiccup 

“I just escaped the dance floor, now you want to drag me back?” Elaena nodded quickly. “Aegonnnn, pretty pleaseeee.”

Hiccup

“I never ask you for anythinggg.” He pushed her face out of his own. He stood up and reached out his hand. “Payment for drinking with me, I guess!” They were both absolutely sloshed. Firstly, Elaena’s entire body felt as if it was hot air, and it vibrated every time she moved. Secondly, the world was spinning in a fun way, and she could barely stand without holding onto Aegon. Thirdly, their faces were bright red, and wine stained their clothes. As he tried to lead her down the stairs he tripped, and they both went rolling. The world moved in slow motion as they toppled down the stairs to the bottom. Every single eye in the room was directed towards them. 

Elaena couldn’t feel a thing, nor did she really know what happened. “I saw the gods!” Elaena jested. “I don’t think they want me.” Aegon replied. They burst into laughter that forced tears to trickle down their faces. Neither realized the adults rushing to them to berate them to no end. 

“Aegon! What were you thinking!” She spoke in a whisper shout as she attempted to drag him off the ground. “And you?!” Elaena felt the sudden urge to vomit. Her head started to spin, and her surroundings quickly disappeared. “I got her, mother. Take care of him.” Her savior pulled her up by the arm and dragged her out of the hall. She couldn’t see what was going on nor could she process it. 

-

“Air! I can’t breathe! Air!” Elaena shouted at her savior. He quickly changed their course and dragged her out into the courtyard. The chilly air cooled her burning skin, the wind dried her sweat and tears. It wasn’t enough…the second she was outside she dropped to her knees and emptied her stomach contents. 

“Did Aegon do this?” She waved her hand behind her back as she continued to leave a pool of wine below her. “Everytime I leave you alone you get into trouble…how is that possible?!” She wiped her face off on her sleeve and sat up. She could see clearly again, and her head was no longer ringing. “I-I” She started to tear for whatever reason. Her breathing became heavy, and her heart raced against itself. “I’m sorry.” The tears that flooded her eyes spilt out into her hands. Why was she crying? What had just boiled up to the surface?

Aemond knelt down on the ground and wrapped his arms around her. “I’m not mad at you” She let out a loud cry, “No! I’m sorry I’m nothing like you! I’m sorry my dragon is useless! I’m sorry I don’t know the things you do! I’m sorry I can’t fight or stand up for anyone! I’m sorry I’m not a real Targaryen an- and I’m sorry I’m so much like a bastard!” She pushed him away and sobbed into her hands. He reached out to touch her head. ”You are nothing like those bastards!”

 She slapped his hand away. “No! No, you don’t get it! You ride the largest dragon in the world! Aegon is the first-born son! Helaena is the dreamer married to the first born! Daeron is the charming squire of Oldtown! I’m just Elaena! The forgotten daughter, the forgotten child, the forgotten princess. Even the gods have forgotten about me! Im nobody to everyone!” Her breath hitched in her throat, and she started to gasp for air. Her tears ached as they streamed down her face. He had no words to comfort her. No actions he could take to fix her problems. They were born unlucky and for now nothing would change. Aemond didn’t know what to do exactly but he did know what always made him happy. 

“Get up!” She turned to face him. “Why?” He yanked her arm up. “We’re going!” All of her protests were met with no response or a quickening of his pace. He dragged her out the back of the keep and into one of the small beds of sand near Blackwater Bay. It was only a short walk from where they were, but it looked like an entirely new landscape. She was completely out of breath from the running. Her tears had officially ceased though and she was able to gain a bit of herself again. 

“Why are we here?” Aemond’s face lit up with a smirk and he pointed up. He whistled loud enough her ears rang. “I’m taking you where I go everytime I’m upset.” She gazed at him and the excitement on his face. He was rather…cute in the moonlight. “H- How?” Her thought was interrupted by the sound of giant wings descending to the ground and a splash of water cascading towards the beach. She stumbled back and her eyes widened as she looked upon the massive beast. 

Vhagar

“You’re going to fly a dragon today. No more sulking while the rest of us are in the skies!” He grabbed her hand and tried to pull her, but she stumbled back. Her eyes were the widest they had ever been and her face flushed red. She looks beautiful in the moonlight, he thought. Aemond took her hand and dragged her towards his dragon. The she-beast would be gentle with anyone he enjoyed. He pulled her shaking hand up to her scales. “See, she’s gentle.” Vhagar let out a huff of smoke causing Elaena to giggle. He liked the sounds of her laughs.

Getting her to climb up the saddle was harder than he imagined. Her little arms were too weak to pull herself up. He had to maneuver himself below her and push her butt up. It made a little more sense why she never willingly tried to ride a dragon. He sat behind her and pulled the reins to him. “I'm scared.” She spoke in her sweet soft voice that sounded like a prayer. “It’s okay, I’ll keep you safe.” He pulled the reins back and shouted,

“SOVES!” 

Vhagar took off into the night sky. The stars and moon reflected onto the water perfectly. In some ways Elaena was his moon and stars. She is what lit up the dark world around him. Elaena’s eyes were closed shut and she was holding onto the saddle for dear life. “Open your eyes, El!” She shook her head. “I got you, just open your eyes!” He snaked one arm around her waist for extra support. She opened her violet eyes slowly and peered into the vast sky. The sky was littered with white stars that reflected along the water. The waves created by Vhagar’s wings made it all the more majestic. She would paint this, she thought. 

She leaned back into Aemond and watched the clouds pass by. The cool air beating against her skin made the sickness of earlier fade. The thoughts that had plagued her melted away in the sky. It felt as though she were…free. Elaena savored every moment knowing it would probably be her last. Urrax the little beastling was too sick and frail like her. “El, you see that black mass. That’s where we’re going!” She leaned up in the saddle and gazed across the water. An island? This close to home? 

Vhagar’s descent onto the land was met with a huge cloud of sand flying into the air. She was simply too massive for this world. Aemond climbed down first and held his hands out. “Jump!” She peered down at the sheer distance and decided she couldn’t. “I can’t!” She cried out. “I’ve never let you fall before, have I?” She rolled her back and sighed. No, he hasn’t let me fall before, she thought. “If I die don’t let them burn me!” Elaena took a deep breath and jumped. He caught her but she also was suffocating him with her dress. Aemond thrashed at the cotton until he could see the light again. He helped her down on the ground and noticed her legs were wobbly. His legs were too the first time he rode Vhagar. 

Elaena wrapped her arm around Aemond. “Where are we going?” A smirk creeped onto Aemond’s face. “It’s my secret place.” He walked her to the edge of the island where a cave that ran deep appeared. On the inside there were remnants of his previous visits. There were books, blankets, a wooden sword, and a firepit. He pulled her deeper in and on the other side of the cave was an entrance into the clear blue water. It was nothing like the disgusting sewage water of king’s landing. “We can swim, if you’d like.” Elaena hadn’t ever swum before but if her first time was to be with anything it should be Aemond. “Ok! How do I do it?” He shuffled next to her. “First you have to take off your dress, so it doesn’t get wet, then I’ll go first, and I’ll catch you.” Take off her dress? As in be naked? She momentarily felt her cheeks redden but it quickly disappeared. Was it a sin for family to see each other naked? Is this against the seven? What would her punishment be for this? The thoughts that plagued her mind quickly washed away when she heard his voice. “Do you want to?” 

She had no reason to be nervous; it was only Aemond! “Ok..turn around though!” Elaena tried to undo her dress quickly but the sound of him jumping in the water happened faster. She fought with her dress as she ripped it off her head and threw her undergarments to the ground.

The excitement that was building was too much for her to handle. Before Aemond could turn she leaped into the water. The feeling terrified her at first, but after a second it was calm. She stared at the stars from beneath the water in awe. Aemond heard her jump in and didn’t see her come up and quickly became panicked. He dove underneath the water to look for her, but it was too dark. He stared down for a moment and called her name…nothing. Just before his heart could burst into flame, he felt a small finger tap his back. He turned and a splash of water was spewed into face. “You little rat! Come here!” The sounds of children’s laughter and water splashing echoed within the cave for hours. It was a truly pure sight to behold. 

Aemond pulled Elaena back up to the shore and sparked the fire once they were done. He delicately wrapped her in the blankets he previously bought and sat down next to her. She leaned her head onto his shoulder. “Thank you.” The words sounded like honey dripping from her mouth. He was feeling rather prideful at this moment…bet the bastard couldn’t offer this. “This place is our secret spot now…You can bring your paints or whichever project you’re doing, and we can escape here.” Elaena nuzzled closer into him. “I’d like that a lot.” A soft smile formed on his face. “I know you think you’re a nobody but to me you’re everything…and I think you’re destined for great things.” Elaena popped her head up and stared at him. For a moment he worried he did something wrong. Instead, she placed a quick kiss on his kiss. “I think you’re destined for great things too.” Her lips curved upwards, and the shadow of the fire danced around the features of her face. Aemond pulled Elaena back into his embrace and laid there. 

They accidentally spent the night there and rushed home in the wee hours of the morning. It became a habit they couldn’t break even as adults.

Three years later....

Elaena hadn’t grown at all over the years. Her chest slightly enlarged, and her body began to grow hair but that was all. She was recently told about her blood moon and when she got it, she would have to marry like Helaena. That haunted her nearly every day. Mainly because her sister's marriage was so horrible and not once did, they seem happy. Aegon spent one night with her, and she had twins later on. Then according to rumors, he himself made bastards. She no longer liked her eldest very much and they weren’t close by any means.

She asked, “When are they coming?” Aemond clenched his jaw at the reminder. “On the morrow.” Elaena felt a nervous pit welling in the depths of her stomach. “Maybe we can just run away whilst they’re here. I doubt anyone would care.” He let out an amused breath. “They might not care for my absence, but they will be reeling over yours.”

Aemond hated the bastards and his half-sister more than he would admit to her. They were greedy and took whatever they wanted without any thought. They had no discipline or sense of duty, only fueled by their own desires. He recently had started to understand his feelings for Elaena more. As a child it was a crush now it was more of a lov- liking. He liked her very much and would have no issue cutting down Jacaerys if he touched her. Aemond refused to let them take anything else from him.

He took his life far more seriously after he was maimed. He had to relearn everything from scratch due to his vision. He studied far harder than the rest, he trained in combat more vigorously and he practiced flying with Vhagar. He was the catalyst in making him feel less alone and their bond was special. It boosted his ego riding the largest dragon, but it did not make him forget his supposed place. He not only lived in the shadow of brother but the bastards as well. None of them deserved what was so freely given.

Aemond was insecure about his eye, but Elaena soothed the feeling. It was a talent of hers to always keep him grounded. He only wore an eyepatch to not scare the ladies at court. The sapphire he placed in his socket was for multiple reasons. At first it was to simply fill the void. Then it was because Elaena became obsessive over the color. Lastly it was because it was his own personal sigil. The sapphire gem symbolized Prince Aemond Targaryen.

“We’re going to be late to dinner.” Elaena spoke as she finished picking up the ripped paper. Aemond held his arm out and waited for her to take it. It was common for him to escort her everywhere.

-

The large table was set with a white linen tablecloth to cover the table. Dark wood chairs with soft cushioned seating surrounded the table. Glassware and cutlery of fine silver and crystal was set on the table, arranged in an elegant display.

The meal consisted of pigeon pie, an assortment of shellfish that was recently shipped in, an array of steamed vegetables and a broth to wash down the pie. Dessert hadn’t yet been served but Elaena knew it would be a combination of custard and candied plums. She made sure to check ahead of time to see if her favorites would be there.

Everyone at the table drank wine except for her. She couldn’t drink the water in King's landing. You were more likely to get a disease than be hydrated. So, she turned to water with just a tad bit of “beer” in it to kill the nasty things in the water. Some may say she was mildly traumatized after the first time she drank.

The king sat in the middle of the table. His skin was decaying less, and his spirits were high. Her mother was on his left and grandsire on his right. On the opposite side of the table sat Daeron, Elaena, Aemond, Helaena, and Aegon in that order. Daeron came a few days ago for the celebration of the king’s health. Rarely did they get together for supper like this, so it must have been a really important occasion.

“Eat your food.” Aemond whispered into her ear. “I thought we got exotics shipped in?” She asked in a hushed tone. “It’s for the week that they are here, not for us.” Elaena pouted at the reminder they were never going to be the ones to receive the good tasting things from Essos. “Don’t worry, I’m sure there will be lemon pies tomorrow.” Daeron chimed in.

Viserys coughed to gain the four children’s attention. Elaena avoided eye contact with her father, or well the king. “I’m sorry I have gathered you all here tonight on short notice…As you all know my health has been improving and I have invited many Lords and Ladies to celebrate it. My daughter- Princess Rhaenyra and my grandsons will be coming as well. I beseech you to put aside your grievances and welcome them with open arms.” The room was silent as the king smiled at them.

Their mother nodded her head in their direction to encourage them to speak. “Of course, your grace.” Daeron spoke. The rest hummed and nodded in agreement. They would not be putting aside their grievances any time soon. Viserys cleared his throat and turned to Elaena. “This will be a great opportunity to get to know your future husband, Elaena. I’m sure you both have much to catch up on.” The meal was ruined in an instant. “Yes, your grace.” She spoke softly to him but under the table she was digging her nails into her thighs.

The king sat back down and requested the bards to play music to rid the room of its silence. Aemond slipped his hand under the table and placed it on top of hers. “Do not fret, you won’t be catching up with him anytime soon.” She let out a deep breath and stared at her food. “He’s a fool to think a marriage will end the strife between us.” Daeron spoke in a hushed voice. Aemond’s lip curved into a smirk. “Be wary, his ears have yet to deteriorate.”

Elaena’s mind raced with all the worst images. Firstly, how terrible her marriage would be compared to all the ones around her. Rhaenyra cheated on her first husband then he and her lover died. Her own mother was a child when she married her father and has been miserable ever since. Helaena doesn’t even speak to Aegon except for the two times he spent the night in her room since they were wed. The entire prospect was terrifying and sounded dreadful.

It was not only that, would they even get along after three years? She did not like him, but he could change that… maybe. If he was as holy as her and proved he had changed. After all, it was Lucerys who took Aemond’s eye. If she married him, she would have to live with that creature.

Jacaerys was named the heir to the throne and such. That would mean she would have to learn how to be a consort. It was an entirely new stress on its own. Then she would be forced to push out as many heirs as possible. Would she die in childbirth like so many before her? The maesters said she was probably too sickly to ever carry. How did you even get pregnant? How do you give birth?

Elaena’s attention was turned to Helaena’s swelling belly. She already has twins of her own now but a third was on its way. She contemplated asking for half of the dinner. When the dessert was brought out, she blurted it out like an idiot. “Helaena, where did your babies come from?” Aegon choked on his drink and Daeron slapped his mouth close to prevent from laughing. Alicent and Aemond’s entire body tensed at the question. Viserys and Otto turned to Alicent, questioning her. Elaena beat bright red and stuttered, “I- I know you can only have them if you’re married but how? Where do they come from? How do you bring them into this world?”

Helaena looked as if she was about to answer honestly, she was just as unaware as Elaena but was quickly cut off by the sounds of Aegon and Daeron laughing hysterically. “Aemond do- “Alicent quickly chimed in “Do not answer that!” Aegon spoke, “I’m assuming you don’t frequent the street of silk.” Aemond seemed rather angry when he said that and pushed his chair out. “Shut up!” Aegon stood up out of his chair with a cocky grin. “Why? Are you planning to show her yourself?” Aemond punched Aegon in the jaw and he stumbled back. Aegon lunged at him and grabbed him by the waist. “Cease this at once!” Shouted Viserys.

“Let’s go.” Daeron pulled her by the arm and took her out of the room before it escalated. Elaena had tears in her eyes, violence wasn’t her forte. “I- I didn’t mean to.” Her brother patted her back, “Of course, they’ll use any excuse to duel.” She began fiddling with the sleeves of her dress. “Will you tell me?” Daeron let out a sigh, “That’s a conversation you have with Helaena in private. Maybe even mother if you must.” Elaena simply hummed in response.

-

She sat at her table writing a rather dull poem. Nothing she wrote was ever good enough to her standards, but she was trying. It was her newest obsession that took over her life.

Dear Husband

Teach me how to live

Without crying

For what is past

Teach me how to live

Without fearing

For what is coming

Teach me how to live

Without yearning

For what I haven’t

Teach me that living

Is more than surviving

But it is thriving

She stared at the page and repeated the words in her head until they grew worn out. Nothing she did was ever truly good enough for her. No matter what she could always do better and be better. This was a trick her own mind played on her. Elaena could create the most perfect piece of artistry known to man, but she would not think it. Just like how her family did not think she was enough, just like how she knew she would never be enough for them.

She dreamed of escaping and living a different life. Her daydreams were filled with fantasies of her being the perfect daughter with the perfect life. If not that then the perfect septa with the perfect faith. She would be the most perfect poet, painter, seamstress, jeweler, musician, dancer, dragon-rider, teacher, storyteller, midwife, and baker. Elaena had many dreams that would amount to nothing.

“Elaena.” Aemond spoke from the chair he sat in. He was here the entire time but was too busy brooding over dinner. “Yes.” She spoke, clearly not paying him full attention. “Don’t listen to Aegon... and don’t follow him anywhere.” She let out a sigh and got up from her desk. He was traumatized at the ripe age of thirteen by Aegon, but she did not know why. Aemond wouldn’t tell her what happened either.

She placed herself on his lap and curled into his chest. Elaena twisted a strand of his long hair between her fingers. “I have no intention of ever doing either.” Aemond placed his head atop her own. “Good.” Elaena sunk further into his lap and raised her head to meet his gaze. “Will you tell me where babes come from?” He bit the inside of his cheek to hold back a laugh. Aemond took a deep breath, “I’ll show you one day.” He placed a quick kiss on her forehead.

Aemond was her savior in many ways.

-

Elaena was the only person forced to stand outside and greet her other family with the king. She wore a veil to hide her hair and a dress of pale pink and purple silk, with jewelry made of pearls. It wasn’t too lavish but far more than what she wanted to wear. She didn’t mind the color though she preferred off-whites. It was just a bit much; she normally seldom wore any jewelry.

The sun shone brightly on the courtyard. It hurt her eyes and made her dress uncomfortably hot. Elaena wasn’t completely alone, Aemond and Daeron were pretending not to be staring out the window and monitoring her every move. It was rather creepy, but they did not trust the Velaryons.

“Are you excited to see them again, your grace.” The king smiled down at her. “Yes, very much so. Are you happy to see Jacaerys again?” Elaena forced a fake smile. “I am truly ecstatic for his arrival.” The conversation ended just as quickly as it started. They never talked… unless it was about him.

The carriages pulled up and a trumpet was sounded. A few king’s guards went to escort them. Her heart began to race and the grip on her dress became overpowering. He had changed a lot since she last saw him. He was taller and had long curly hair like Ser Harwin. Jacaerys was handsome in some senses. The closer they approached the deeper her nails dug into her side.

“Rhaenyra!” The king exclaimed and embraced his only daughter. Daemon simply nodded at his brother. Rhaenyra moved in front of Elaena, and she swore she felt her heart plummet. “You haven’t changed much at all.” The woman smiled sweetly. “You still look beautiful sister, though I see your belly has swollen. Do I have another nephew or niece coming?” She trained hard for today with her mother. Every single sentence she spoke must be friendly but not too friendly. “Hopefully a girl this time.” She nodded her head in agreement and her eyes moved to Daemon.

He was a scary man whose age was beginning to show. He did not speak nor smile, only stared at her like she was a piece of rubbish. It sent shivers down her spine. “Elaena.” A sword was plunged into her gut. “Jacaerys.” She ignored the pain and kept up the act. “It’s so good to see you again!” He embraced her in a crushing hug. It was the last thing she expected, and she truly did not know what to do. “Jace… you’re much stronger than I remember.” Elaena patted his back a few times and he pulled back. “I have grown a lot. You haven’t changed much, you’re still as tiny as ever.” It was like staring at a puppy dog. His big brown eyes beat into hers with genuine excitement, totally oblivious to his surroundings. She scoffed, “I am average sized for my years!”

Aemond’s grip on his sword tightened. “What could they possibly be talking about?” Daeron said whilst leaning on the edge of the window. Aegon scoffed, “Probably about how big his cock has grown.” Aemond clenched his jaw, “The bastards are being too friendly.” In unison the other two agreed. They didn’t all share the same feeling for Elaena as Aemond but they all shared a hatred for the bastards. They were not allowed around their sisters. Daeron jested, “Go down there before he takes your woman.” Aegon laughed, “It would be easier to take his other eye.” Aemond realized he was surrounded by fools.

“Elaena, will you please escort your nephews to their rooms,” Viserys asked. “Of course, your grace.” She bowed her head and motioned for the two eldest Velaryons to follow her. Lucerys hid behind Jace like a child, that was smart of course no one had forgotten what he did to Aemond’s eye. “I thought Baela and Rhaena lived with you now. Why did they travel separately?” Jace perked up at the mention of Baela. “Oh, they wanted to travel here with their grandparents instead.” Elaena nodded her head.

“Do you always call your father your grace? I’ve only heard my mother do it a few times.” The sword in her gut twisted deeper. “Yes, it is just what I’m used to.”

Jacaerys knew he shouldn’t have asked but he did it anyway. His brain could never just simply think before it muttered words out. He had been anticipating seeing her again for the longest time. He sent her letter after letter and received no reply. Except for one on his birthday that sounded like it was forged. In the past three years he worried she had grown to despise him and his family, but it seemed she remained the exact same.

Jace took his betrothal very seriously. It didn’t matter if they didn’t always get along, they were to be married. It was important they found common ground and made amends, or both would be miserable. He had tried to apologize more times than he could count but once again, he received no letters back. His mother claimed it was Alicent preventing her from seeing them, but he wanted to check for himself.

When they were young, he had this mad childish crush on her. He was rather excited when the king announced their future marriage but over the years, he started to get nervous. Especially since Baela arrived and they got on rather well. She took Elaena’s place in many ways. Well, he never kissed her or swore a vow under a sacred tree, but she was there for him like Elaena used to be. Jace started to think they would betroth them instead but luckily the king was adamant on the former.

“We made sure your rooms were right next to each other. I heard you two are quite close.” Elaena clapped her hands together and prepared to leave. “Will you be joining us later?” Lucerys asked from behind. Dear gods, please grant me the strength to handle this child. “Yes Luke! I will be hoping to see you both there… I do have to run and finish my own duties though. It was nice to see you again.” She waved and took off down the corridor before they could say otherwise. Elaena was not going anywhere without Aemond.

-

Elaena sat in the carriage with Aemond and Daeron peacefully waiting to go to the woods for a hunting party. The trio was dreading having to go out and endure the festivitie with their extended family. Not to mention the Lords and Ladies who would surely be following their every move trying to grasp for power. A worse fate was bestowed upon them though when the doors to the carriage opened.

“My Princes, Princess, the other carriages were full so the king requested Prince Jacaerys and the ladies Baela and Rhaena ride with you.” The knife in her gut dug its way a little further inside. “Joy.” Daeron said as he shoved himself besides Elaena and Aemond. “You’re squishing me, Brother.” He rolled his eyes, “It’s not my choice, dear sister.” Aemond closed his eye and leaned his head back. He was praying for strength to not strangle Jace the second he walked in.

The other trio climbed inside and sat snuggly opposite to the Hightowers. “Cousins.” Baela smiled politely at them. “It’s good to see you again. It’s been far too long.” The words dripped off her tongue like sour wine. The tension was growing too strong for anyone's enjoyment. “I don’t think you’ve met Daeron! He’s just come back from Oldtown to visit.” Elaena shook his thigh motioning for him to speak. He was always charming when he wanted to be. surely he could find something to say. “It is a pleasure to finally meet you cousins. I hope you have been treated well during your stay.” He outstretched his hand motioning for them to shake it. Both girls softly shook it and turned to each other, they were speaking with their eyes.

The carriage took off and Elaena’s head hit the back wall. Aemond opened his eye and placed a hand on hers. Jacaerys did not enjoy what he was watching nor was he going to allow it. “Elaena, why weren’t you at dinner last night?” She pulled her hand away and clasped it with her own. “Do you remember how entranced I would get in things I enjoyed? Well I recently started writing and I lost track of time.” A smirk creeped onto Aemond’s face at her lie. She was with him all yesterday avoiding any interactions.

“Ah! I remember you forgetting to eat or bathe for days because you were wrapped up in painting… Do you still paint?” Jacaerys didn't mean any harm but by the sudden twitch of her brow and Baela biting her lip he said something wrong. “Yes… I still do paint sometimes but I no longer forget to bathe.” Jacaerys shook his head, so that was what he said that was wrong. He didn’t mean to be so awkward and occasionally dull he just didn’t think before he spoke. He tried to quickly change the conversation to something.

“Does Urrax still behave like a hound?” Elaena sat up straight and forced a smile.

“Yes, but she is still too sickly to ride.” Baela raised her eyebrows. “It must be hard being a Targaryen and not being able to ride a dragon.” Rhaena seemed to melt into her seat. It wasn’t a jab at her sister but rather the Hightowers. The knife was deep enough in Elaena’s gut she could no longer breathe. “She rides Vhagar all the time. Rhaena is the only one who hasn’t flown.” Aemond finally spoke and his eyes shot daggers into the girl. Everyone turned to look at the prince. The air turned cold and the world stilled.

“The dragon keepers said Urrax is growing at the same pace as Elaena. It’s a sign their connection is very strong.” Daeron chimed in with a smirk. Before the fight that was brewing could break out Elaena decided to speak. “Rhaena you might be able to take an egg from Dreamfyres next clutch! If not, when Urrax grows you can ride with me.” She smiled at the girl. Elaena understood what she was going through and seeing the embarrassment and sadness in her eyes was too much. She decided to reach out to the girl in the best way she knew how. “Thank you, Elaena.”

It was the first time she ever referred to her by her name. She smiled, “The gods will provide for you, just like they do with all their children.” That bit didn’t seem to hit it off like her original statement. It seemed no one else here was faithful. She sunk back into her seat and painfully waited for the journey to end.

Aemond was seething internally and resisting the urge to lunge towards the plain featured boy. Not to mention the little wench seated next to him. He never held a big grudge against the two girls, they were easily forgettable. The eldest sister though had a stench that reeked of jealousy. Elaena was oblivious to it as she was too pure and too kind but he saw it. She wanted the bastard boy all to herself and he would gladly encourage it. Elaena was not to be touched by sin and Jacaerys was the embodiment of it.

Jacaerys hated Aemond Targaryen with his entire being. He threw slanders at him all throughout childhood. He took his cousin's dragon before she ever got a chance to claim it. And he was far too close to his sister. The words that came out of his mouth were laced with envy. He had feelings for his future wife. It was unacceptable by all means, even Baela had taken notice of it. Aemond was the personification of cruelty and Elaena was not to be defiled by such a thing.

Daeron wanted to throw himself out of the window. The awkwardness was unbearable and he kept accidentally brushing his feet against Rhaena’s. It was obvious there were two in this cart who loathed the wedding and it was not the future couple. His sister wouldn’t marry a bastard, she deserved better. But he wasn’t about to start a brawl in a carriage like the other two “men”.

Rhaena hated uncomfortable situations. She hated how she always had to be reminded she had no dragon. Aemond stole her dragon from her, though he paid a great price for it. The loss of his eye is why she forgot about Vhagar and tried to think of other ways. Elaena was just as kind as Jacaerys said she was, though she seemed a little air-headed. Maybe they could be friends and bond over their lack of flying… or maybe not because the tension was too much.

Baela was annoyed most of all. Jacaerys forgot how she never wrote to him, visited, or bothered to remember that they were to wed. She was the same as all the other Hightowers but he refused to accept it. She wished Elaena could just disappear or marry her damn brother already. Jace deserved a better wife than what she could be.

The cart came to a halt and Elaena began to thank the gods. She sprung out of her seat and was the first to rush out the door. Once again, she could finally breathe.

-

There was a grand procession of nobles and knights, accompanied by musicians and elaborately decorated carriages. The attendees were dressed in brightly-colored clothing, carrying weapons and shields emblazoned with their house banners. The tents were all decorated in the appropriate house colors and tables lined the yard for people to feast.

During royal hunts like these an exciting animal hunt would take place, often involving beasts like stags, boars, and hens. A grand bonfire would be held late at night. If the favored animal was caught someone would bless it and it would be made a main course. The furs or interesting bones would be made into decor… though Elaena didn’t like that.

As for the small festivities for children to partake in there were few. Rock throwing contests and a game of tug o war at best. Mostly, you were forced to listen to gossip from the noble houses and pretend to care.

Elaena walked off in the direction of the royal tent. She did not care about leaving anyone behind, she needed to escape quickly. “Princess, it’s good to meet you.” She stumbled into the young Blackwood boy. He was around her age and had curly black hair and big brown eyes. He was skinny in stature but looked to be fit. “Hi, Benjicot?” He nodded at her. “Yes! but most people just call me Benji.” She smiled, “it’s good to meet you Benji. Have you come all this way by yourself?” He shook his head no, “My father is in the tent waiting for the king’s arrival. Did you come by yourself?”

Elaena looked around and realized her family was either still in the cart choking each other or escaped to nearby areas. “No… I came with my brothers but I think they’ve run off already.” Benji shuffled in his place for a moment. “… if you’d like you can come with me! I was about to go fishing at the river nearby.” She peered around and noticed the Lords had already whisked away her brother. “I’m not sure where my mother is… If I go we have to tell your father in case I get lost.” Benjicot excitedly nodded and took her hand to drag her over to his father… This may be the first friend Elaena had ever made.

-

Elaena was struggling to keep up her pace with the Blackwood boy. She was rather frail and struggled to do any type of long distance walking, labor, chores… anything physical. The river was quite large and the water was flowing fast. Benji said fast moving water meant bad fishing conditions but it didn’t hurt to try.

“How do we fish?” Elaena asked innocently. “Well I’m gonna tie this line to this hook to this stick then I’m gonna put a worm on it then we toss it in the water and wait.” He had a really thick accent that she struggled to understand sometimes. “I can help.. I sew at home so I can tie things well.” Benji excitedly handed her the stick and string and she began tying.

It was as thin as the ones she used to sew and her little fingers were able to loop it perfectly. The hook was harder to attach since you had to avoid being poked. Benji patted her back on her good work and pulled out a bag of worms. In unison the children went, “gross.” They both giggled at their reactions.

“Now that we’ve done this you just toss it in and wait.” Elaena held the stick up and the line swung near Benjicot’s head. He ducked and backed away. “Sorry!” She spoke in a hurry. “It’s your first time, I stuck my dad in the foot once!” Her laughs filled the quiet forest and she aimed once more. It landed in the water but the stream threatened to carry it away.

-

Aemond was forced to entertain the Baratheon girls who disgusted him. Elaena had wandered off with a Blackwood boy and had yet to return. He was practically jumping out of his skin waiting to go and find her. It only got worse when he noticed Jacaerys disappear from the tent. Was he going after her? Aemond stood to go and follow but his mother pulled him back. “It’s not your business.” The words beat into his head like a drum. It was completely and utterly his business.

Aegon was having a lovely time drinking and ignoring everything around him. He hadn’t yet realized his sister disappeared or that his sister-wife was casually conversing with Daemon. His eyes flung open when he realized what was happening. He may not love Helaena as a wife but gods be damned if Daemon Targaryen touched her.

Daeron was casually talking to many Lords and Ladies. He was taught that it was not only polite but very good to make connections. He noticed Elaena hadn’t returned in a while but doubted she would ever get into any trouble. Every once in a while he turned to observe Aemond practically bouncing out of his seat waiting for a chance to escape. It was honestly a little pathetic.

Lucerys felt trapped inside the tent with everyone. He knew half of these people thought he was a bastard and hated him. The other half liked him but also knew he was a bastard. It was a terrible situation all around. Jacaerys had just left to go and find Elaena who ran off hours ago. He didn’t dislike her at all but would prefer if Jace just married Baela instead. She was nice to him and there was no strife between their families. He sighed and sunk down into his chair trying to ignore all the stares and weird looks he was receiving.

Baela and Rhaena were both bored out of their minds. As women they were forced to listen to the other ladies gossip their heads off. It was an endless symphony of nonsense that did not matter in the long run. The pair had learned to communicate with their eyes and both were annoyed. The bonfire should be starting soon was all they kept repeating to themselves to get them through the afternoon.

-

The sun was lower in the sky now and no sign of any fish. However, they had taken up trying to skip rocks. The sounds of crunching leaves from behind caused them both to jump. “Calm down, it’s only me.” Jacaerys stumbled over the rocks and leaves and joined the children.

“Who’s this?” Jace asked whilst staring at Benji. “Benjicot Blackwood, My Prince.” He smiled and shook the boy's hand. “You can call me Jacaerys!” Elaena felt a wave of nerves rush over her. He approached and she nearly ran off again. “Fishing? I never thought you liked outdoors stuff.” His voice was kind and soft. It did well to quell her nerves. “I’m trying it out but we’re not catching anything.”

Jacaerys looked at the water and sighed. “It’s because the current is too strong.” Benji glanced around, “It was the only river near us.” Elaena had been here every year for birthdays or other celebrations. She knew one other stream that could work though they would have to cross the river. “I know of one other. If we walk a little farther ahead there should be a broken tree we can climb across.”

Benjicot perked up and pulled his pole out of the water. “Let’s go then!” Elaena was glad someone was finally listening to her ideas. Jace wasn’t following their movements though. “Aren’t you coming?” She asked.

That was all the initiative Jacaerys needed and he took off after the other two.

The walk to the fallen tree was very peaceful. The trio seemed to get along rather well and even Elaena wasn’t having a hard time talking to Jace. All thoughts of him being a bastard and Aemond’s incident melted away. The trees grew thicker and the grass as little denser as they walked through less charted territory. “Do you think we’ll get in trouble for being out so far?” Elaena turned on her heels and faced the boys. “When my brothers and I come out here no one seems to notice.”

“How do you always manage to go unnoticed? If I leave for a second my mother sends a search party.” That was a very interesting question. The real reason was because no one cared about Elaena or what she was doing. “I never cause trouble so they never get concerned.” She smiled brightly at Jacaerys implying he was a troublemaker. He rolled his eyes and walked closer to her. “I don’t cause trouble either!” Elaena chuckled, “I bet you don’t.”

“Do you guys not have royal guards follow you or is this a rare occasion?” They both turned and thought to themselves. “Well… I don’t have an assigned one so no.” Jace chimed in, “It depends on if I’m with people my mother trusts or not.” That caught her attention extremely quickly. Rhaenyra… trusted her? Is that why he was allowed to come out here? It was probably the most shocking revelation of her life.

“There it is!” Jacaerys shouted and pulled Elaena towards the broken tree faster. She was completely out of breath once they were at the foot of it. She took a look around and noticed the current had picked up here and the log was slightly deteriorated. “How do we get across?” Benjicot asked whilst staring at the old trunk.

“I just walk across… or you can crawl.” Jacaerys got excited and proclaimed, “I’ll go first!” Elaena pulled his arm back. “No! You need to watch me so you know how to do it.” Benjicot nodded his head in agreement. He was examining the wood and it didn’t look as sturdy as she originally claimed. Since she’s done it before maybe she just knew how to walk across it without breaking it.

“What if you fall? You can’t swim.” Jacaerys said with furrowed brows. She groaned, “If I fall the gods want me dead.” He shook his head in shock at what she just said. Elaena smiled and patted his chest. “Just follow after me okay?” The boys nodded in unison.

She climbed onto the tree and struggled to find her footing at first. Her legs were unusually shaky today because of the exercise. Her illness hadn’t completely gone away. She stood up and nodded her head in reassurance. Elaena was slowly inching her way across the trunk. It was hard to keep her balance and it was even harder when the log wouldn’t stop shaking.

Creaaaak

Fear shot up her spine and she froze. It had never made that noise before nor had it felt so loose beneath her.

Creaaaak

“Jaceeee!” Her voice was laced with fear. The log began to move underneath her. “Elaena!” He moved forward towards the log. “Don’t move!” She took a deep breath in and felt tears welling in her eyes. She should have stayed home. She should have never left.

Creaaak

“Jace!” She screamed. “Elaena!”

Snap

Elaena didn’t have a moment to catch her breath before she was engulfed in the freezing water. Her dress was too thick to swim in and she wasn’t strong enough either. The current took her away and sucked the air out of her body. Water began filling her lungs faster than she could push it out.

“Go get my mother!” Jacaerys shouted and before Benji could say anything he dived in. The water was freezing but it wasn’t different from Dragonstone. He pushed his way to the surface and thrashed around looking for her. “Elaena!” The current was taking him towards wherever she was. “Elaena!” He went under for a second time, the water was stronger than he imagined. “Elaena!” Jacaerys frantically shouted looking for any sign of his future wife.

-

Benjicot Blackwood had never ran faster in his entire life. He had just witnessed two of the nobility fall into a river. To make it worse he thought he was actually making friends for the first time. His little legs began to ache as he neared the camp. Sweat and tears poured down his face and soaked his shirt. He avoided his fathers tent and ran directly towards the royals.

“Help!”

“Help!”

He shouted running into the tent and two guards grabbed him. “Please! It’s the princess! I need to speak to the king!” He spoke through pants.

“Let him through.” Rhaenyra stood out of her seat and waited for whatever the boy was about to say. The tent was filled with The king, the Queen, the hand, the council members, Rhaenyra, Daemon, Lucerys, Baela, Rhaena, Joffrey, Rhaenys, Corlys, Aegon, Aemond, Helaena, and Daeron. The king stood up and motioned the boy over.

Benjicot was speaking through tears. “Elaena! She fell into the river! And I- and I-“ Alicent jumped out of her seat and ran to the boy. “My daughter? What happened to my daughter?!” Benji took a deep breath before letting it all out. “We were at the river and she fell in and the current took her away! Jacaerys jumped in after her and told me to tell his mother!”

Aemond jumped out of his seat and ran off before anything could be said. “Shit!” Daeron stood up and took off after them. Aegon drunkenly got up out of his chair and tried his best to run towards a horse. Everyone knew she couldn’t swim and everyone knew he wasn’t strong enough to out swim a current.

-

Elaena woke up coughing hysterically. Everything felt cold and her entire body ached. Her eyes fluttered open and closed. She felt a pair of lips on hers and a gust of air enter her lungs. Elaena pushed them off her and rolled onto her side. She continued to cough up mud, blood, water she could not tell.

“Elaena?!” Two large hands cradled her waist and pulled her back to them. It was dark outside and her ears rang with water. A hand gently caressed her face and pulled it towards them. “Elaena!” She forced her eyes fully open and took in her surroundings. Jacaerys was holding her and it was dark outside. “J-Jace,” Her lungs hurt so bad she could barely speak. “Aemond!” She lunged forward and wrapped her arms around him. The sounds of her sobs echoed throughout the forest. Her mind was flooded with the memory of falling. The water whisking her away and her inability to free herself. The feeling of water filling her lungs and sunken rocks and twigs cutting her limbs. She was a scared girl in general, but nothing compared to this.

He combed the back of her hair as she clung to him. Jace swore when he heard she had fallen, his heart left his body. It shattered into a million pieces and his adrenaline took over. The entire way he feared she was dead. He had no time to pray or think, only race down the stream. It was by the grace of gods she was already washed up on the bank.

When he was blowing his breath into her lungs and pressing on her chest he prayed the gods took him instead. It was foolish and impossible but he was desperate. His Elaena was freezing cold to the touch and was littered with little cuts and bruises. It was the worst sight he had ever laid eyes upon.

It was only when she opened her eyes and coughed up water was he able to finally relax. His heart mended itself and his mind almost cooled down. Now she was shaking in his grip and he worried she was going to have a fever.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to- “ He pushed her back and stared into her teary eyes. It would never be her fault. “Don’t be. You can’t control the river.” He cupped her cheek and stared into her watery eyes. “You haven’t done anything wrong.” A different feeling rose in Elaena’s chest. One that she hadn’t felt before. It embraced her heart and its warmth radiated throughout her body. Is this what love feels like? She could not say for sure. She cupped his face with her hands and examined his features closely. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Elaena raised her chin and gently touched his lips with her own. The world around her melted and so did her fears. It was a comfort she didn’t realize she had.

Jace’s soul left his body. His eyes stayed open and stared at her. Was this real? Was this really happening? He noticed her smile falter and her eyes start to open and he regretted taking so long. He pushed her head into his and connected their lips once more. Her lips were soft and molded around his perfectly. He felt his entire body warm in her embrace. Every problem in his life melted away at that moment. His thoughts consisted of two simple sentences….

‘Fuck Aemond Targaryen…’

‘I win’

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Masterlist

House of the dragon

Harwin Strong

❤️‍🔥 "A proper back"

Ser Harwin finds himself protecting the younger sister of Princess Rhaenyra, Daenerys, a lonely girl who dedicates to get into trouble.

❤️‍🔥 "The Queen's horse with no name"

As the future Queen of Westeros, Elaena goes to the royal camp with the heavy crown no one wants her to carry in the future. Harwin may be the only true support of the Princess.

❤️‍🔥 "Into the Dragonpit"

Part 2 of The Queen's horse with no name. Ser Harwin is dragged into a simple mission. But dragons are scary and Breakbones need her princess to save the day. He ends the day holding a baby, and I know you all live for that...

❤️‍🔥"Queen of love, Queen of Beauty"

The tournament is happening and Ela can't help but feel anxious for his now, obvious and undeniable crush, Ser Harwin Breakbones Strong. But the man needs to be the first making the moves, doesn't he?

❤️‍🔥"The start of a dream"

Ela and Harwin hear wedding bells but things get complicated, good thing they love eachother.

❤️‍🔥"A beautiful reality"

Ela is pregnant, but starting a family is a complicated thing, thank the gods, Harwin will always be by her side, like he swore to, for his Queen.

❤️‍🔥 "Crown of soap"

Ser Harwin only wants to crown his wife as the Queen of Love and Beauty. And the problem is not that Daemon is his opponent, but that his wife does not want Harwin to win the tournament.

❤️‍🔥 Harwin being your secret lover headcannons. (Male!reader smut)

❤️‍🔥"How to fix an aching nose." (Smut)

Harwin cant believe his luck, married to a targaryan princess, being completely in love with her, her being madly in love with him...Not many believe his luck neither. Only his wife can prove him that its all real.

Aemond Targaryen

🥓 "Too young for war, too beautiful for battles"

Being Daemon's daughters wasn't easy, and Aemond knows that. But it's even harder to see your only friend denying his love for you. If only Alyssa knew that the prince was as much of a simp for her as she was for him...

🥓 "Wolfs and dragons, both have claws and teeth"

A Lannister forever bonded with her Stark mother, Evanna founds her traumas arise when she gets pregnant with his husband Aemond's first child. The Prince, in the other hand...well, he's quite cute about it.

🥓 "To conquer as dragons"

Saera is kept as a ward of the Queen when the King dies. She is left surrounded by her mother's enemies, but Aemond was never one of them. In the search of Aegon, confessions are made on the daylight and arranges are made in the afternoon.

🥓"Today was a win"

Saera and Aemond arrive at Dragonstone, after he decided on choosing Team Black out of her love for her. But Aemond is not welcome and Saera has to prove his good-will. Part 2 of To conquer as dragons but many can't read it, hope it makes sense still reading it as a stand alone.

🥓"A wound willing to heal"

After kneeling for Queen Rhaenyra, Aemond and Saera struggle to win the confidence of the family. An incident during training makes Luke change his way of seeing his uncle. Part 3 of "Today was a win" and the part 1 doesn't show in tumble but check out my AO3.

🥓"My one true King" Male!oc

Alys Dayne is the secret love of Aemonds life, the only one he could trust with his feelings after coming back from Storm's Ends. Would he think of him as a monster? Would he destroy the boy's life?

🥓"Come and rest"

Storms are Bryanne's biggest fears, aside from many other things. In the night, Aemond invite her to his chambers, promising to protect her from the storm and many other things.

🥓"Alliance of flowers and wings"

When Aemond offers Lyassandre Tyrell a visit to Highgarden, she doesn't expect the gentlemen he really his, little does she know, Aemond wants something out of the smartest lady on court.

🥓 "Taste of Wine and Smell of Lavender"

At that very intense dinner with the "Velaryon" boys, Ashara Dayne, betrothed with Prince Aemond wants to know why is he so stuck in the past. Meanwhile, Aemond is surprised by her true character and charisma.

🥓"Zālagon and Vhagar" Male!reader

You are the heir of a powerful valyrian House in Pentos. But the only thing you wished for was to fly day and night with your dragon. Only the lonely Prince Aemond can make the future look promising. Part 1

🥓"The Duty to Protect" Male!reader

After years as lovers in Essos, the peace is ended when they call for war. Aemond is left with the task of staying in the castle while he has to see the love of his life leave for battle. Angst +fluff. Part 2

🥓"The Rumors"

Aemond is forced to marry a woman he was more than happy to ignore. But her sarcasm, brain skills and a knee injury makes him feel a bit too passionate for her.

🥓"To dance only with you"

When Aemond goes to war, his wife is left in sorrow, pregnant and angry. When she visits him to apologise, she founds him with the famous Alys. Things fall apart in a minute but Aemond is determinated to fix it.

🥓"To imagine" (smut, modern AU)

Reader has been nothing but the the moon and Sun for Aemond, so when she breaks down for the first time in front of him, he just can't help but confess all she makes him feel.

🥓 "Hidden door to your bed" (smut)

Aemond and you have spend several years looking for each other's company, each other's touch. But the waiting has to come to an end, even if it means that Aemond has to look for the secret path to your room.

🌜"Flirting and sleeping" (Ewan Mitchell x fem!actress)

Playing Aemond's love interest have the perks of giving you a flirty partner during promotion and a comfortable shoulder to sleep on set.

Aegon Targaryen

🍷 "Love is Patient"

Moments before the coronation, Aegon's wife recalls her first memories with the Prince. Patience was key on this journey to make things right. And this patience let love to grow easily between them.

🍷"Honesty" (neutral reader)

Life is hard for Prince Aegon. Only when a servant appears to care just enough for him, Aegon seeks this company,not knowing it's a reciprocate feeling.

Jacaerys Velaryon

⚜️"Black and purple"

Gia and Jace have been bethroated since children, but the Targaryen boy feels to good to be true by a simple lady like Gia, that dinner in King's Landing make the naive boy see things more clearly.

⚜️"Giants and other tiny things"

When an invitation arrives from Casterly Rock, Jace will need the help of Daemon's ward. The lady, much more sociable and simple, will accept, despite (or precisely because) she is in love with him.

⚜️"The Punch and the Car" (smut)

Modern Au! Jacaerys Strong never liked the girl his mother adopted, and made his life's mission to let her know that. But years past and reader can't handle that much hate from someone as intense as him. Baela and Rhaena have an idea. Maybe there's part 2.

⚜️"Never Pretending"

Gaella Targaryen (Alicent's kid) and Jace Velaryon were friends long before they understood what green and black meant. When they meet again six years later, they realise that there was always something more to both the court and their own friendship.

⚜️"The guide and the companion"

Gaella runs from the greens, hoping to be welcomed by the Blacks and more specifically the Prince Jacaerys. The feelings are strong but even in the same side, both of them find themselves way to separated by the past.

⚜️"Nightmare"

The tour in search of allies start, and the tension between Gaella and Jace must stop for the same cause. But the first stop is avit more difficult for reasons they never imagined.

Lucerys Velaryon

🌊 "Alone together"

Y/N Celtigar and Luke have been betrothed for years, but the reader is having a hard time finding true friendship on Dragonstone. Some tutoring makes Luke change his mind about his wife to be.

🌊"Trust"

Luke is enchanted by a new young Knight. He is so desperate to impress his crush that he put himself in embarrasing situations.

🌊"Touch and Protection" (Male!reader)

Reader has spend more than six years in love with Lucerys. But only when the times get difficult, one has to protect the things we love the most.

Rhaenyra Targaryen

🖤"Combing her hair" (fem!reader)

Reader is too concentrated in the idea of being favored by Rhaenyra to notice that the Princess is actually, way too fond of her.

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The Last Kingdom

Osferth

✝️"The little lights"

Osferth has many reasons to keep his love for you a secret. But there is a limit to everything, and if can't marry you, then he will make his bows during a secret handfasting ceremony by the river.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Ted Lasso

Jamie Tartt

⚡️"Who is Higgings?"

Being new at Richmond is always complicated no matter how many times you have been there. One lonely Jamie Tartts grows font of Rebecca's new assistant.

PEACE AFTER THE STORM

A Lucemond Fanfic.

An apology is hidding under the belt of Lucerys Velaryion, prepared to be speak out loud in front of Aemond Targaryen. But the instant hate his uncle shows him makes him hide his feelings once more.

Or

Violence keeps occurring between both boys and they will have to figure out how to go home after Aemond's chasing in the skies of Storm's End. This adventure puts on hold the Dance of the Dragons as the Princes are lost with nothing but eachothers company.

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Feel free to let me know about a character you want me to write about. Yes, i put a fried becon to Aemond, soz. I don't do "x reader" but i can try it. I can also write about many other shows. Xx <3

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[theold-ultraviolence]

Hi hope ur doing well

I am in love with ur dad aemond posts and also loveeee the kids but wish there was more about thow they are with their mother. Like I get both the girls are daddy's girls, but like how are they with the reader?

You are SO right and I know that mostly the posts with the kids revolve around Aemond. I've been thinking about this all morning and gosh, it was hard to write these!! I feel like it's easier to imagine what Aemond would be like as a dad because we know the character, so I really had to put myself in the mother's place and think of the children. So here goes! x

Elaena

While the earliest memories of most royal children will be of handmaids tending to them, doing the feeding, cleaning and dressing, Elaena only remembers her mother.

You never passed those tasks off to another, you did it all yourself because you'd be dammed before letting someone else's hands touch your beloved children. Each of your children are precious, not to be handled by anyone but yourself or your husband. You never knew you could feel so fiercely protective over someone else, not even Aemond. The moment Elaena was placed in your arms after she was born, you understood the ease with which Aemond ordered Vaghar to obliterate those who wronged him.

Elaena also remembers feeling awed by her mother's elegance in contrast to her father's deathliness. She longed to embody both traits as she grew older. Be strong and fierce, but also elegant. A dangerous type of beauty.

She also marvels at how her muña always seems so poised and collected when standing by her kepa during family affairs. Looking all regal and stoic by his side. But within the comfort of their apartments, she becomes the softest, most loving woman. After a lengthy, boring affair, Elaena longs to return home to get under the covers with her muña and cuddle against her soft robes that smell like home.

As a kid, she delighted in playing dress-up with her mother; asking her to braid and curl her hair just like hers, to wear little samples of her perfumes, and to borrow her jewelry.

When she grows, many pieces of your collection of jewelry are passed down to her, and Elaena asks for duplicates to be made of your dresses, to fit her.

You're also the voice of reason when, as she grows, she starts butting heads with Aemond for wanting to seek out her independence. It is yours, whose advice she seeks first, before Aemond. And also you're the one who Elaena goes to vent out her feelings, ever since she was a little kid.

And she's not interested in being betrothed at all, but when someone from the court does strike her, and she's suddenly lost as to how to feel, in comes muña to detangle Elaena's complicated feelings.

Aeron

Aeron, like his father before him, is wholly devoted to his mother.

I think this is mainly because one of his first memories is of Aemond protecting you, and also being extremely caring and loving when on the outside, his father always seemed stoic and cold to everyone else.

That image stuck with him, so in his eyes, his mother is like an angel. And it must be true because every time he's hurt, it's the hold of his mother's arms that can comfort him.

He's also very fond of the fact that her mother has never shied away from playing with him; running around and dirtying her dresses in mud if the game called for it. Which makes his mom just so freaking amazing in his eyes.

Aeron often feels like he's been born into the highest expectations, being Aemond's son. It's something that worries him constantly, he fears he may never be as great as his father. His mother is the one to reassure him, to ease his heart telling him that he has all the support that he needs in order to grow into the fine dragon rider and swordsman that he wishes to be.

You tell him that Aemond really only had the support of his mother, so he's the luckiest boy in all of the Seven Kingdoms because he was blessed with a mother and father that love him with all their hearts and will guide, teach and accompany him through everything he has to go through in order to thrive. As long as they live, he will never be alone.

The first time that Aeron is brought down to the training grounds with Aemond, muña is there, standing by for support, and enveloping him in a big hug after each session.

It's his mother who encourages his pleasure in reading, and who makes suggestions on what to read next depending on the works he enjoys best.

After long days of rigorous training with his father, he longs for nothing more than to sit down calmly and talk with his mother over a nice cup of tea.

Vaella

Vaella is the one to resemble her mother the most, physically and otherwise. She's constantly told this by Aemond, but her being the most insecure of the bunch, doesn't see it.

So often Vaella will find herself gazing at her mother, trying to find all of the similarities between them. The more traits in common she finds, the more her confidence grows.

Because in her eyes, her mother is the most beautiful, strong woman in the realm, so she finds it endlessly honoring but also precious that they share blood.

She prides herself in knowing that her calm demeanor and creativity come from her.

Her passions for drawing and writing poetry are taught by her, and Vaella loves it when her mother is constantly teaching her ways in which she can perfect her craft.

Her compositions in her drawings and paintings, and her knack to build prose, rhyme, and narrative, are all from her muña.

Vaella feels things very deeply, so she often finds it hard to express her feelings or put a name to the complex mesh of things that she feels. While Aemond listens to her and comforts her, there are just some times when he doesn't grasp what Vaella means to its deeper extent. Her mother always does, without fail. Aemond's solutions to problems are always straight-to-the-point and simple, but that just ends up leaving Vaella more perplexed.

But you? you help Vaella consider every outcome, try to untangle every layer of whatever it is that worries her, and help her see things from multiple perspectives to come to a conclusion.

Aemond also tries to push her beyond her comfort zone for her own good, but you're always there to soothe her when trying new experiences becomes too daunting and overwhelming for her.

She's also the one who, as a baby/toddler, cried the most.

Aemond will always be there to wipe away her tears and offer to murder whoever (and whatever) caused her pain.

But to Vaella, there's something about her mother's warmth when she's crying, that she cannot find elsewhere, not even with Aemond.

And also, I think she's such a daddy's girl greatly due to being the one, out of the siblings, to really watch you and Aemond when you're together. She's very impressed and touched by the depth of your love and devotion for him, and wishes that when the time comes for her, and she's betrothed, she'll find someone to love as much as you love Aemond. You look at Aemond as if he's the light of your life, so it's natural that Vaella sees her dad in the same light.

She's happy knowing that she was born out of love and that your marriage wasn't a mere arrangement between houses.

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #dad!aemond #mom!reader #reader insert #fanfiction #aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond targaryen headcanons #headcanons #my writing #my oc: elaena targaryen #my oc: aeron targaryen #my oc: vaella targaryen #aemond's children #hotd #house of the dragon #ewan mitchell

[viiisenyas]

I would like to know about your asoiaf oc! she's very pretty!

OH GOOD LORD.

First of all, THANK YOU! ;u; I created Elaena with Face App because I couldn't settle on a face claim lol. Secondly, you caught me while I've got four...? ongoing fics with her, and I don't want to spoil much 😅

The most I can say is that across the board, she is a fighter. I purposely made her a dual wielder because I'm a dork and it's fun. She doesn't exactly care for being a lady, and she despises the thought of being wed only to lie on her back just to pop out kids. But that's not to say that she isn't a romantic. She wants to find love, but on her own terms :D

I will also say this: she is kind of ignorant to how the world of politics works, and has a very black and white view of the world and she essentially gets used as a pawn in 3/4 of these fics. So she's faced with one of two choices: keep allowing herself to be used, or fight back in her own way, and of course she chooses the latter.

In one AU (which actually happens to be my favourite, the dragons never went extinct in this one), she is the youngest child of Monford Velaryon and Belandra Martell (OC), and she became a ward in Dorne to be raised by Oberyn and Doran, who also happen to be her maternal uncles (how fun!)

in another, she runs away from home to avoid getting married and joins the Night's Watch at seventeen, disguised as a 13 year old boy. She becomes best friends with Jon and he actually manages to keep her secret up until a certain point.

and my latest two are set in the HOTD timeline - One with her as Vaemond's daughter (which fucking hurts - iykyk), and the other as Laenor and Rhaenyra's only trueborn child because I hate myself (and both of these are pretty much team green hype so haha)

#anonymous #answered #wip stuff #elaena velaryon #her backstories are wildly different #and a good friend convinced me to actually share the fics when they're done cooking alkdhfkjhsaf #she's my beloved and i'm too lazy to make new ocs for ASOIAF #as you can see she's been recycled quite a lot LOL #funny story #for the first AU I mentioned I actually made a family tree since I wanted Elaena to be descended from Daemon and Laena #and the website NOPED THE FUCK OUT #LMAO #I swear the Targaryen family tree is so inbred it could be the olympic rings

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

So here’s some of my ocs using picrew :}

For people to mash their OCs faces against if they want to. Or have their ocs be friends with. Or hate. Idk I need some interaction with them.

First: Elaena Targaryen

A HOTD oc, and a Targaryen. Have posted about her. Human but like… funk. Albinism. Maybe inlove with her twin brother. Has a two-headed dragon.

She’s quiet and soft-spoken, and very good at making people think she cares about them even when she doesn’t. She’s very good at manipulating people, but does it sparingly. She likes jewellery and cheek kisses. Will likely munch-n-crunch on her partner tho be careful. Not very stable. Wants to be a dragon. Will run away to have a life in the forest.

Not a good mother, but she’s nice to talk to. She/Her, bisexual, polyamorous. She has two hands and she needs them both to be held, she’s very sad.

Second: Execution

Bible oc??? Hes an Angel, born from an art project I was planning out. He’s god’s original mistake, a human/ram little mix, so god made him an Angel to spare him from the cruel hands of humans. He’s one of the largest Angels, very tall and buff, but he’s very gentle.

He protects humans, and is given the charge of sacrifices. He takes care of sacrificed animals, and is very gentle with animals in general. He cries sometimes depending on the sacrificed animal, and pleads often with god to demand less of his followers, because he can’t handle it.

He was punished for insubordination, and had his face permanently disfigured so he would always unsettle the sacrificed creatures under his care. His mouth is permanently opened in a grimace, with sharp wonky teeth. His eyes are usually shut because he doesn’t NEED them open, but he will open them sometimes (they’re like opal/pearl, very white and shiny)

He/They/She, gay (for men), Sex-repulsed Asexual. Very large, wants hugs, and a hand to hold too.

They’re both just white haired and sad lmao

Picrew used:

#I have more this is just for now #Ebvavin’s ocs #Elaena Targaryen (OC) #Execution (OC)

[seleneprince]

For my genderbend au, I was thinking of the following names for the girls:

Female! Jacaerys:

Jacaera: Simple and easy. Obviously I didn’t work my brain hard for this one, but I actually like how it sounds. It reminds of a warrior queen’s name. Her nickname would be “Jera”. 

Alysanne: Rhaenyra would name her like this in hopes her daughter would become a queen as good and beloved like the namesake. And I’ve noticed there hadn’t been more Alysanne Targaryen descendants, which doesn’t sit well to me. Her nickname would be “Lysa”. I like this one too.

Visenya: Rhaenyra always had that name reserved for someone, but she didn’t got the chance to use it until so much later. If she had a daughter, she’ll most likely choose this one, to honour the sister she never got to have. I like the name but I prefer to give her a name that fits her character more.

Elaena: Even though the show decided to completely erase this fact and tried to force an unrealistic narrative with Alicent, canonically Rhaenyra and Laena were besties and had a special bond (it’s heavily implied they were something more). In the books it is said that Rhaenyra flied to Laena’s side when she gave birth and threw herself at her dead body, crying and begging her to wake up. So I feel Rhaenyra would totally name her one of her daughters similarly to her beloved friend/lover.

Female! Lucerys:

Aemma: Like the beloved wife and mother, this would definetly be an option for Rhaenyra. Since in this au fem!Lucerys has a strong resemblance to her grandmother, this will probably cross Rhaenyra’s mind, wanting a chance to honour her mother’s memory (and piss of Alicent). But like with fem!Jace, I want her to have a more original name, separated from another character.

Lucerya: Same thing than Jacaera. I didn’t think too much with this one. I’m not sure if I want them to be just genderbend versions or ocs on their own right, so depending on my choice, I’ll give them “feminized” versions or different ones.

Rhaenys: The least likely one, but I like to imagine the picture created if Rhaenyra named her daughters like the first Targaryen queens. But considering Rhaenys’ posture with fem!Lucerys, this probably won’t sit well, although maybe Laenor would like to name her like his mother too. 

Valaena: Visenya, Aegon and Rhaenys’ mother, the first Velaryon to be known. What better way to honour the family by naming the future Lady of the Tides like this ancestor, while also winking at her Targaryen ancestry?

I have more names, but these ones are the most recurring ones. Let me know what you think!

#house of the dragon #hotd #genderbend hotd #female jacaerys velaryon #female lucerys velaryon #rhaenyra targaryen #fire and blood #aemma arryn #rhaenys targaryen #laenor velaryon #jacaerys velaryon #lucerys velaryon #team black #asoiaf

[wcrriorhearts]

STARTER CALL !

Like this for a starter from one of my HOUSE OF THE DRAGON muses. If you'd like a certain muse, please let me know in the comments below, otherwise I'll choose.

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Helaena Targaryen

Jaehaera Targaryen

Aemma Targaryen

Aegon Targaryen III

Lysandra Strong ( OC )

Maerys Clearwater ( OC )

Elaena Targaryen ( OC )

#starter call

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

The Other Sister || D. Targaryen x oc

GIF by @potpourri-of-ecclecticism DIVIDERS by @straywords

Summary: In which Elys’ older sister is to be wed to the Rogue Prince Daemon himself, however, the Prince’s gaze finds itself on her, and her only.

P.t 1 P.t 2 P.t 3 P.t 4

“House Stark would be most honoured, your Grace.” Rickon Stark nods his head at King Viserys, “Cunt” A certain silver haired man mutters under his breath making the others glance at the King’s younger brother.

“Daemon, this betrothal would most benefit you. Especially after the death of your late Lady wife.” Viserys reasons with his brother who rolls his eyes. “Save me from all this bullshit please brother, I don’t need another depressing and boring marriage. If you even call it that.” He points to Viserys who massages his temple.

“I assure you my Prince, that my eldest Elaena, will not make you feel such loneliness as you did with Lady Royce.” Rickon intervenes as Daemon glares at the man.

Silence grew in the room before Daemon’s voice cuts through, “Fuck this.” He abruptly stands up as he downs his drink, “Daemon-“ “Gaomagon daor ivestragon mirrors lēkia” He warns his brother as the others at the small council bow their heads as the prince leaves the room. (do not say anything brother)

~

“I can’t believe this sister!” Elaena squeezes Elys’ hand as she softly smiles at the elder. Her father had informed Elaena of the arranged betrothal to the King’s brother, Daemon. Of course this was to happen soon enough. Elys’ sister, just as she is, is a proper high born who studied her whole life to become the perfect wife, a Princess or Queen even.

But Elys on the other hand, she’d rather spend her time outside, exploring, training in combat, much to her older sister’s dismay who urged the younger to study with her in topics such as ‘Words to avoid to not provoke your husband’ and so on.

“I only hope he treats you rightly, Elaena” Elys squeezes her hand this time, “Elys-“ “We are here my daughters,” Their father interrupts as the two sisters stick their heads out the carriage to see the bustling court of the Red Keep.

Elys gave an encouraging smile at her sister as she descends the steps with her following behind, the royal family stood close by. “Lord Stark!” King Viserys welcomes as their father steps forward.

“Your grace, may I introduce to you my two daughters, Lady Elaena and Lady Elys” The two girls both curtsy and offer a smile at the King who smiles too. Viserys was accompanied by his young wife, his heir and his kingsguard.

The younger Stark couldn’t help but notice the absence of a certain silver haired man, as did her father and sister. Catching on to the awkward silence, Viserys clears his throat before speaking, “Please excuse Daemon Lady Elaena, he has yet to come back from his duty at Dragonstone” He offers her a smile.

Being the well mannered and taught lady she was, she smiled politely before responding, “Of course your Grace, he is a prince who has duty to attend to does he not?” Elys glances at Elaena as Viserys nods, “Yes, he does indeed, Shall we?” He steps aside to let them through as they make it inside the castle.

Rhaenyra had offered the sisters a tour around the castle as it would be their home very soon. Elys could tell she would be a great company to have around the castle when Elaena spends alone time with her husband.

Both families made it into the dining area where Elys and her in-laws were to have lunch. Elaena’s soon to be husband has yet to arrive to which Viserys apologised for multiple times.

With plates full of food still untouched, and the occasional sips here and then, the large door opened revealing the Rogue Prince. Elys watches her sister who was directly left across from her on the table, the seat infront vacant for the Prince.

Elaena nervously took a sip of her drink as she makes eye contact with her younger sister, “Sorry I’m late” He unapologetically says as takes the seat next to Elaena, not sparring her a glance. Finally sat, his eyes lingered on Elys—too long for her liking, and then his brother.

Not noticing the interaction, Elaena looks at her sister wide eye as she shake her head. Although she was older, only by mere seconds, Elys seemed to have the higher authority in the dynamic, hence her reliance on her sometimes.

Rhaenyra, who had watched the ordeal, looks at the younger then her uncle with a small smirk. “Daemon, Lady Elaena, your soon to be Lady wife” Viserys says as Daemon briefly looks at Elaena who had her eyes on him the entire time in hopes to catch his eyes, only to meet them for less than a second.

“Gaomas ziry sesīr ȳdragon īlva ēngos?” He questions as he cuts his meat, Elaena looks up in worry. One thing she could not grasp was High Valaryian, something Elys mastered. Elaena deeply worried at this disadvantage but her sister reassured her that it would not matter. (Does she even speak our tongue)

A small scoff leaves Elys’ lips as she looks down at her plate, “Lady Elaena has yet to master High Valyrian, my Prince” Rickon explained as Daemon’s simply nods.

Feeling the tension rising, Alicent speaks up. “Would the Lady Elaena and Elys like a tour of our gardens?” She sweetly smiled as the two girls look at her. “I would love to your Grace, but I have training to do” Elys apologetically smiles before getting up.

“Excuse me, your Graces” She bows before kissing her father’s cheek and exiting the room, not knowing Daemon’s eyes were watching her the whole time.

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