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aegoniiapologist · 1 year

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The End or the Beginning...

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x OC (Visaera Tarygaryen)

Summary: Visaera is the youngest of the Hightower-Targaryen siblings. She is more of a Targaryen than any of them. Seeing that she believes that neither of the claimed heirs deserve the title of sovereign, she decides that she will find a way to make it hers. In her quest to become Queen she shall find trials and tribulations.. and even a lover.

Warnings: NSFW (eventually), violence, gore, blood, and death.

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Chapter 1: The Beast Beneath the Boards

Within the halls there were no whispers or even soft footsteps of the handmaidens that scattered the floor of the Red Keep. The cool, crisp air kept Visaera comfortable in the tanned linen of her sheets, her silver locks framing her porcelain face perfectly. Unfortunately, the girl did not dream as did some of her ancestors; nothing but blackness clouded her subconscious. Her slumber kept her from knowing the ugly truth of what was truly going on.

Although they were not heard, the maids and little spiders were chattering in secret about what would be told. It is said a young boy who waited on the King himself, saw with his own eyes the old, and very ill King Viserys dead in his own bed. The whispers in the Keep meddled about how His Grace passed. Whether the Queen or The Hand played part, or if the diseased body finally slayed him, it mattered not to them, but what was yet to come would.

The slumber kept the Princess at bay while the small council gathered to meet about the death of her father and the usurping of the Iron Throne right from under her sister, the Princess Rhaenrya, who was named as heir by the King himself. The Queen insisted that King Viserys uttered his final wish to her only, naming Aegon his heir and although no one within the small council truly believed her, none but one spoke up… his time endly swiftly at the hands of Ser Criston Cole. He to be named as Lord Commander of the Kingsguard after Ser Westerling turned in his white cloak. News would not break of the King’s death to the public until Aegon ascended into power, but would be told to Visaera the following morning…

As day broke, the icy eyes of Visaera opened. She was awake before her lady in waiting, Naelys arrived. Not even a moment had passed, before Naelys came rushing in, giving a small bow, and immediately going to Visaera’s wardrobe. “Good morrow to you as well, Naelys… is everything alright?” Her words were a jest at first, but grew concered. “Yes, my princess, all is well. The Queen has requested an audience at once, is all.” Naelys’s voice was one of a song-bird; very cheerful, although, her face showed quite the different. The princess rose from her bed, gathering herself right at the foot, her eyebrows raised and her lips pursed as if to tell her handmaided to be truthful. Of course Naelys heard the gossip in the night, but refused to fix her lips to even whisper such a scandal… mostly to due the majority of the Keep’s acquired help being imprisoned for knowing anything of the matter. The middle-aged woman just gave a plain smile and shook her head, “There is nothing more my princess.” Visaera still had her suspicions but she let them go, only because she knew that whatever it was, she would know soon.

The dress that Naelys picked out for Visaera was that of black, adorned with red embroidery. As of late she rebelled against her mother and still wore House Targaryen colors, while the rest of her family wore green. She felt it unnecessary since she was not that of a Hightower, but a Targaryen. Her physical appearance proved it; the silver hair and the bluest of eyes. After getting dressed, Naelys helped herself to braid the Princess’s hair. Two braids on either side of her head fell right behind her ears to join the rest of her wavy locks. Her neck was decorated with a simple necklace gifted to her by her father, one made of Valyrian steel, gathered at the front was her House sigil: the three-headed dragon.

Once dressed, the Princess was escorted to her mother’s chambers. It seems that she was the last to join the family. A truly predictable happening, and Visaera made a mental note of that. Her mother seemed to have been crying, her face puffy and eyes to match. Visaera’s face turned, her brows furrowing as she spoke, “Mother, I don’t understand what is goi-“ She was cut off, her mother scooping her hands in her own, a shaky breath echoing into the now silent room, “Your father has passed in the night, my love..” Her eyes matched her sorrow. Even the queen could not deny the love and respect her youngest daughter had for her father. Tears stung the girl’s eyes, all her siblings watching… all but Aegon who was not present. Aemond of course showed no emotion, his eye trained on his younger sister. Helaena held her children close, her eyes low as mouth a thin line. By the fireplace stood her grandsire, The Hand of the King, Otto Hightower. Even as a girl, she was indifferent towards him and the feelings seemed to be reciprocated towards her, for he gave all of his attention to her older siblings.

Numb. Nothing crossed Visaera’s mind. Yet, she refused to seem weak in the eyes of her remaining family. Her mother guided her to sit, a seat right beside Aemond, who was still stiff and rigid without emotion. “Now, Visaera we will have arrangements for your father, but for now we need to find Aegon so he can ascend the Iron Throne.” Her empty mind was then filled with fire, dragon fire. How dare he. The voice that dared spilled such treachery was none other than the Hand. “You mean to usurp the throne from Rhaenyra?!” On her feet, she stood tall, slowly stalking towards the man she would once call her grandfather. Her mouth hung slightly open, ready to scream to the Seven for his treasonous words. Although she did not grow up with her half-sister, she was told of her by both sides, her father’s always standing tall. She was supposed to assume power and be the first Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, something she herself lusted for. Just as The Hand went for a response, a hand caught her elbow, and The Queen rose from her seat. Her face showed no more remorse or sorrow for the King’s death, but now remained authority and an exceedingly proud need to be in control. Her hands were gathered at her front, her lips squeezed into a thin line as she took a breath, “There will be no more of the nonsense. Aegon will be King. Your grandfather will travel to Dragonstone to give Princess Rhaenyra terms. And you will serve the Crown as the dutiful princess you are.” Visaera’s jaw clenched as she turned to her mother, yanking her arm free from Aemond. Her mother was a puppet and she knew it. But this, this woman who stood in front of her was different.

Before taking her leave, Visaera stood motionless and outnumbered, listening while her mother set things into motion with her grandfather. What would become of this? Was all she could muster to think. Visaera was five and ten years of age, her hand would be in question since she was past age to bed a High Lord of the Seven Kingdoms. The vile thoughts of having to hand over her maidenhead to that of a man she did not know made her weary. She did not want to marry. She did not want to birth heirs.

Once back in her apartments, Visaera sat dormant in her bed, staring out of the window that she could and wanted so desperately jump out of; rid herself of the damned curse it was to be in House Targaryen with these… these treasonous traitors. Traitors to her father and his true wishes. Traitors to the line of succession. Traitors to the oaths they spoke to Rhaenyra. Visaera was snapped out of her venomous thoughts by her mother entering her chambers. A softer expression she wore now, her lips into a slight frown. “My sweet girl… my youngest. You have grown into quite the dragon, from your father of course.” She gave a small smile and nod, “I have no wish for quarrels with you, my love. But it seems that we are at odds. I loved your father until his dying breath, Gods know it. My dear daughter, I swear it that it was your father’s dying wish that Aegon be King.” It was as if she was begging her daughter to believe her like she was a child in trouble. “I have sent your brother to search for Aegon with Ser Criston, as it seems The Hand has sent Aegon’s guards to search for him as well. I’m afraid he will try to sway Aegon to do away with your sister and her children, that I do not wish for.” A small, and very skeptical sigh of relief left the Princess’s lips, “Once Aegon has ascended into power, there will be a feast and we shall hold Court… maybe there you will find a fine Lord to take you to wife.” The relief was smashed to pieces with the words that left her mother, “I do not wish to marry some High Lord and be kept away from the Red Keep. My spot is here in King’s Landing.” The words were woven with venom towards her mother, “Well, my daughter… hopefully your mind shall change.” And with her final words, the Queen left.

It was now a day late. Visaera was dressed in one of her finest dresses. It was black, the sweetheart neckline plunging to expose her cleavage, unbecoming of a princess, her grandsire would of course spew. The dress was paired with a cloak of matching fabric, the collar encasing her neck halfway up and the shoulders adorned with silver and gold jewels. “A true Targaryen..” Naelys spoke in a whisper, “Incredibly stunning, my Princess.” A bashful grin wore on her plump lips as she glanced at her handmaiden through her vanity mirror. “Thank you Naelys, it means so much coming from you sweetheart.” Her hair was pulled into a braided updo to expose her dangling ruby earrings. All gifts of such beauty were given to her by her father on each of her name days. She had other jewelry… green jewelry that she seldomly wore. Truthfully, it just did not match her skin the way it did her siblings. Or at least that is what she told herself.

The Princess was escorted out of the Red Keep and right into a carriage. One she would share with her stone-faced brother, Aemond. It seemed like Visaera caught him off guard, his one eye wide, but only for a moment. “Sister.” He nodded. She sat across from him, her head held high. “Brother.” A response she decided she could gift him. The two never seemed to get along, even since childhood. She felt as if he owed her gratitude for defending him as a child when he decided to go claim Vhagar, a dragon that did not in the slightest belong to him. As he proceeded to get beat by Rhaenyra and Daemon’s children from their previous arrangements, Visaera stumbled upon the entire thing, running to her older brother’s rescue… fighting off their cousins tooth and nail, not before Lucerys took an eye of course. Suppose that is why he did not treat her as a sister… because she could not save him from fate. The ride was slow and silent, stolen glances from Aemond to Visaera and vise versa throughout the ride. Aemond despised his sister, yet he could not keep his eye off of her, her stunning beauty claiming his thoughts. He refused to attend to her as his sister, for he knew what side she was truly on and it was not that of his mother’s, but of her own accord. He knew that although she loved Rhaenyra, she did not exceedingly care for her stake in claim nor that of Aegon, or even himself. He was disgusted that she dressed as if she were the one to be ascending the throne and not their older brother. And in that, Visaera’s deepest darkest desires lie.

“Aemond, if you must stare, could you at least make conversation first.” Visaera spat, her eyes staring daggers into her brother’s remaining. “I have no will to speak to a disguised snake.” To that she laughed, “Dear brother, only you know of what it is to wear a disguise…” She hummed, leaning forward only to be inches away from her brother. His narrowed eyes and sinister snarl, may frighten off most of the Red Keep and even the commoners outside, but only proved his sister’s point. “Oh, please… put away your teeth brother. I was only jesting.” She said as she sat back into the seat.

It was not too much longer before the carriage came to a halt, the sound of the steps being put in front of the doors of the enclosure tickling the Princess’s ears. Visaera took a small breath and painted on her famous smile as the doors opens, members of the Kingsguard standing next to the steps with their arms extended for her to take as she exited, only she did not, Aemond seemed to slither in front of her to get out. His broad shoulder and long hair swaying as he walked away from the carriage. His swagger was unmatchable to any man, knight, lord, or even the King himself within the Seven Kingdoms. It disgusted her. She took the hand of the Kingsguard as she stepped out of the carriage to be escorted to the Dragon Pit. It made her think of her dear dragon, Dreamfyre. I’ll have to take her for a breath after this is all over… It hadn’t been ages since she rode her dearly beloved dragon, but it was too long for her liking. She was met with familiar faces in the front of the Pit: The small council stood off to the right, Visaera taking her place in front of them next to Aemond, then to his left stood Helaena and Ser Criston. The Queen and the Hand front and center to speak to the masses.

The Hand announced the death of their father and KingViserys The Peaceful and how it was time to name a new King… that being Aegon. In the way the Hand delivered Aegon as King, made Visaera sick, as if the King wanted this. Targaryen knights and gold cloaks formed two lines through the crowd, drawing their steel as the horns played. For the first time in three days she saw her oldest brother… Aegon adorned in black, the Targaryen sigil mounted front and center of his tunic. Her dear brother looked like he had been dragged through all seven hells to be brought here. As the knights dissipated, Aegon knelt before the High Septon as he was anointed in front of the Seven. Ser Criston, now the Commander of the Kingsguard, crowned Aegon as she and the rest of the subjects of King’s Landing watched on, whispers filling the great venue. That was until he was named King, cheers erupting as he threw up his sword, the once cowering Targaryen now being filled with a sense of recognition and now acceptance as King… though, it was cut short by the eruption of Meleys, the dragon belonging to Visaera’s Aunt Rhaenys Targaryen her common name being The Queen that Never Was. As the masses scattered and screamed, Visaera did not move an inch, seeing as this may be her end. Without a word, or a breath of fire, Meleys roared in their faces and then flew out of the Dragon Pit. She knew what this meant. War would ensure. A war she did not plan to be apart of. Rhaenys would certainly be playing to Dragonstone to inform the rightful heir of what had just happened. Visaera took it upon herself to take leave. Although she did not leave the Pit, instead she went down to its depths in search of her dragon.

Dreamfyre, as well as the remaining dragons being her brothers’ were all on their feet, rumbles of their growls echoing in the dark tunnels of the pit. And there she was, Visaera’s great dragon. In all her might Dreamfyre was a beauty, blue and white and very large. Her first rider being Rhaena Targaryen 70 years ago. Approaching her dragon, Visaera ran her hand along her face, shushing her from any stress, “Issa sȳz, ñuha mighty zaldrīzes, īlon tolī kessa sagon dāez aderī” It is fine, my mighty dragon, we too shall be free soon. She could not mount her dragon is this attire, so she would come back later that night to take her to the skies. A sacred and secret escape is what she longed for. Not to leave King’s Landing, but to be free just for a moment. Taking a torch from the walls, Visaera bid her dragon goodbye and set off to return to the chaos. Only to be stopped in the midst of her return by being slammed against the wall by her throat, a dagger in the hand that was once there’s place. Her head bounce off of the stone, rendering her unable to defend herself, “You plan to escape you slithering whore?” The particles of saliva landed on her face as the familiar voice boomed through her skull, washing over the ringing. “Hm.. answer me!" Dreamfyre could be heard growling; the bond the two had being strong as the likes of Daemon and Caraxes. As everything became clear again, she could now see that the person screaming and holding her at knife-point was indeed Aemond. “You fool! I was only seeing if she was safe!” Her voice was bitter, but shaky as tears blurred her vision. Not that she was scared, but in pain. The stone had gashed her scalp, blood sinking into the stone behind her. Aemond scoffed at the response, leaning down and over to her ear, “I am not an idiot, you impudent little whore. If you mean to escape, I will hunt you with Vhagar and sentence you to death by fire myself.” His teeth were gritted and his free hand balled at the nape of her neck with her now red-stained hair.

The couple appeared from the shadows, Aemond’s hand still balled in her locks as he seemingly dragged her towards their mother, “She was trying to escape on Dreamfyre!” His voice echoed through the now empty Dragon Pit, their family who was all together, making niceties and checking on one another had turned to face them. Alicent let go of Helaena and rushed towards Aemond, waiting until they were face to face to speak. “Let her go this instant, there are people here!” Her voice was as sharp as a knife and thankfully her brother was made to be an obedient dog. He unhanded Visaera with a shove. Thanking the Seven silently, she gathered herself from the ground, her eyes full of flames as they shot at Aemond, “You dare handle me as if I’m your toy in the yard!” She was referring to the new Commander of the Kingsguard as she hurled at her brother, “I will hang you myself!” She screamed. Aemond’s brow arched as he turned towards his mother, “She was about to mouth the damned dragon!” He was angry and so calm at the same time; it was a wonder how he became to master the two at the same time. “I care not of the happenings at the moment! Aemond you will bring Visaera back to the Red Keep at once! Without injuring your sister any further!” Visaera was in disbelief, her own mother sending her back with her attacker. Alone. Once Alicent returned to Helaena, she directed one of the Kingsguard to escort the siblings back home.

Once back at the Red Keep, Aemond took leave off to his own chambers, Visaera to hers with the loyal knight right outside incase of unwanted company. While the siblings were separated and back at the Keep, Alicent and Otto took to the carriage to have a conversation about the growing problem they would have in Visaera. “I have not a single clue of what to do with her, father… she mirrors Prince Daemon and sometimes is even worse than that! I do not wish to marry my daughter off to some noble man for some bannermen, when all have already sworn fealty to Aegon…” She was at a loss with her daughter. “Could I suggest something closer to home… seeing that Aemond is unwed and seems to have a tight watch on Visaera, betroth them.” The Hand suggested and for a moment and a moment only she relented the thought, but as the conversation went on, she agreed.

Aemond and Visaera would be married in a fortnight.

#aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen #fanfic #aemond fanfiction #hotd #house of the dragon #targaryen #daenerys targeryan #viserys targaryen #rip viserys #princess rhaenys targaryen #rhaenyra

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diorsdahlia · 1 year

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hope these do better here than on tiktok

- not insulting any of the characters (or dragons really) this is all for fun and games!!!!

- if u repost please credit 🌟

#baela targaryen #alicent hightower #rhaenyra targaryen #harwin strong #lucerys velaryon #vhagar #aemond targaryen #aegon ii #daemon targaryen #viserys targaryen #rip viserys #house of the dragon #hotd fanfic #game of thrones #helaena targaryen #daenerys targaryen

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sunny12th · 1 year

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I dont put much thought into headcanons usually but the thought of drogon, viserion, and rhaegal waking up and immediately eating drogo as the funeral pyre burned. while dany is in the flames with them. eating what couldn't kill you, eating your past, eating drogo's strength like the stallions heart.

#cant get enough of this really #and mayhaps dany joining in! partaking in some cannibalism #thinking about dany ripping the burnt horse meat with her hands and eating with drogon on adwd #asoiaf #daenerys targaryen #drogon #rhaegal #viserion #mine

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miss-crazy-rose · 2 years

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Yes Daemon Targaryen is a sick unhinged fucker but at least he didn’t cut his wife open against her will (unlike a certain someone)

#rip laena you were a bad bitch #daenerys targaryen #laena velaryon #house of the dragon #house of the dragon spoilers #hotd #hotd spoilers

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wibbley-wobble · 1 year

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WHERE IS HE

#rip to viserys brother of Daenerys only viserys to show up in the main books didn’t know he wasn’t real #viserys targaryen #asoiaf #valyrianscrolls #ao3

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jeyneofpoole · 4 months

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rip teenage girl daenerys targaryen you would have loved collecting lipsmackers……..

she should own all of this and the fact that she can’t is one of gods greatest cruelties

#DANY TARGARYEN YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #valyrianscrolls #daenerys targaryen #modern asoiaf

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targaryenluvs · 4 months

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SEE YOU AGAIN

pairings: robb stark x fem!targaryen!reader, platonic!stark family x reader

warnings: none!

a/n: i had only two drafts and this was one of them!! might just get back into got/hotd writing! god this was written a while ago

Within an hour you wound up being introduced to the entire Stark family. You especially liked Ayra, she reminded you of Rhaenyra in certain aspects such as her rebellious behaviour. Although you did have to cover your head with a scarf for the most part, your violet eyes were quite hard to miss. You chalked it up to a birth defect and were introduced as a maiden of the Red Keep, returning home for marriage but also a friend of the Eldest three children.

You yourself had never visited the North before, as your parents had deemed it unworthy of being visited by a Princess. But you found yourself growing fond of the place despite its cold nature.

You had also found Nyraxes huddled in front of a bonfire in a near by cave. Surprisingly she hadn’t torched the entire area and it’s inhabitants. You had wondered how the Starks had managed to tame a dragon.

But at the moment you were more concerned about getting home. As nice as it was to be in the area, you found yourself surprisingly longing for the Red Keep. Currently you found yourself dining with the family, the food seemed foreign, scarcely containing any notable fruit or vegetables but Jon had explained the lack of crop in such harsh times, which you understood. You felt uncomfortable, out of place.

Everyone chatted so freely, everyone knew each other where as you were an outsider in every way. Your gorgeous purple eyes in contrast to the ever so common brown and black, bright, striking silver hair which was no longer covered, compared to red and brown.

“Y/n, who are you marrying my dear?” Catelyn questioned you as the entire table diverted their gaze to you. Your face became hot, especially under Robb’s sharp gaze. “Yes Y/n, who are you betrothed to?” You felt like ripping him a new one, perhaps feeding him to Nyra.

“I’ve returned home for my parents, we’re heading up to Casterly Rock for the wedding, he’s a lord but I doubt you would know of him your grace.” Laughs bellowed out around you, Robb loudest of all.

“Your grace?” Robb cried out. “Hush you all. She has decorum and respect unlike most, why mock her for it? My dear, please, call me Catelyn.”

You nodded.

Ed and Catelyn still didn’t know of your real name, nor your lineage/descent. That much they may have been able to get their heads around but you weren’t so sure they would have opened up their castle to you quite so swiftly if they knew of the, as most royals and small folk would claim, “Beast” in the caves.

You sat at your windowsill looking out onto the courtyard as a someone knocked on your door. “You alright if I come in love?” You allowed him in. “Not the view your used to?” You nodded, “I wish to go home Robb. But if what you say is true how can I? All the Targaryens are gone. My Aemond, ended up dead in battle Above the Gods Eye along with my Uncle Daemon. Aegon, Helaena, Her children, Otto, Rhaenyra, Nyra, Jace, Luke everyone. In the history books and life I am forever known as the Princess who Hid. A coward.” You cried as he sat down and hugged you.

As he soothed you Robb slowly raised you face to him, as he wiped away your tears. “Not everyone.” Your head shot up, “What?” You croaked, “I didn’t finish the book my love. Aenys the mad King has two surviving children. Daenerys and Viserys. Although Viserys passed away a long time ago.”

“A-and Daenerys?” “Alive, and well as it seems. She’s been wed to Khal Drogo seemingly pregnant too as it seems.” Robb swiped a stray hair behind your ear as he leaned in, so did you.

You woke up the next morning after Robb as his side of the bed was seemingly empty. You prayed to the old gods and new that no one had heard the two of you yesterday. And if they did that they wouldn’t mention anything it. Everyone had broke their fast earlier on in the day as you had slept longer than usual. You weren’t use to having such lengthy nights of rest but were more than grateful.

After dressing you walked the halls with Arya for a bit before making your way to the courtyard where everyone seemed to have gathered for something, it wasn’t long before Sansa pulled you in front of all the people where the reason for the spectacle (rather reasons) came into view.

Robb was laughing loudly before Jon attacked, blade in hand. Robb swiftly moved to the side away from Jon and used his blade to propel Jon forwards again. As Jon fell Robb raised his sword to his neck.

“And you’re dead.”

Jon laughed, “Perhaps you should become a knight brother.”

They’re laughter stopped as you stepped out, fully dressed in your old clothes and determined. “I take it you’re planning on leaving now?” You smiled and nodded, “I appreciate your hospitality Robb, Jon. But if I do have surviving family than I must go to them. Thank you, truly.” You spoke as you walked past them, as much as you wished to stay longer you knew you’re descendants needed your help.

So as you mounted your Nyraxes, you couldn’t help but look back at him.

Maybe, you’d see him again.

#game of thrones #game of thrones x reader #robb stark x reader #jon snow x reader

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chemtrailsoverthesun · 2 months

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A thread of parallels between Elia Martell and Sansa Stark:

1. Elia is the older sister to Oberyn. Sansa is the eldest stark sister.

Art by Melrosing

2. They are both described as gentle.

"Princess Elia was a good woman, Your Grace. She was kind and clever, with a gentle heart and a sweet wit.” - Daenerys

“Was there ever a wedding less joyful? she wondered until she remembered her poor Sansa and her marriage to the Imp. Mother take mercy on her. She has a gentle soul.” - Catelyn

Art by elvishness & vesubia-jugorum

3. Both were excited to leave their home.

"Elia found it all exciting. She was of that age, and her delicate health had never permitted her much travel.” - Tyrion

“She had last seen snow the day she'd left Winterfell… off to see the great wide world.” - Sansa

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4. Both were betrothed to the crown prince.

“Early in the year 279 AC, Rhaegar Targaryen, Prince of Dragonstone, was formally betrothed to Princess Elia Martell” - TWOIAF

“She had to wed Joffrey, they were betrothed, he was promised to her, she had even dreamed about it.” - Sansa

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5. Elia and Sansa were both held as hostages by Mad kings.

“The king reminded Lewyn Martell gracelessly that he held Elia and sent him to take command of the ten thousand Dornishmen coming up the kingsroad.” - Jaime

“They have Sansa hostage, and they mean to keep her." - Catelyn

6. Cersei blames them both for taking someone from her- Rhaegar and Joffrey.

“It had to have been the madness that led Aerys to refuse Lord Tywin's daughter and take his son instead, whilst marrying his own son to a feeble Dornish princess with black eyes and a flat chest.” -Cersei

"I most certainly have not forgotten that little she-wolf…She helped murder my son.” - Cersei

7. Elia and Sansa witnessed the death of a family member in front of them, both pleaded for their loved one to be spared.

“Princess Elia of Dorne pleading for mercy as Rhaegar's heir was ripped from her breast and murdered before her eyes.” - Daenerys

“Lady Sansa has begged mercy for her father." - Arya

8. Both were romantics.

“A pretty lad, and my sister was half in love with him.” - Tyrion

“I love him, Father, I truly do, I love him as much as Queen Naerys loved Prince Aemon the Dragonknight, as much as Jonquil loved Ser Florian.” - Sansa

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9. Victims of the Lannisters.

“Some said it had been Gregor who'd dashed the skull of the infant prince Aegon Targaryen against a wall, and whispered that afterward he had raped the mother, the Dornish princess Elia, before putting her to the sword.” - Tyrion

“When I displease him, he has the Kingsguard beat me. He's evil and cruel, my lady, it's so. And the queen as well." - Sansa

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Conclusion: Both deserved better

Art by Elia illustration

#elia martell #asoiaf #sansa stark #a song of ice and fire

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witchofhimring · 7 months

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Until there comes another

This series is being edited. I feel Alys came off as one dimensionally evil and the reader as a pretty flat character. So this will be heavily edited.

Queen you shall be, until there comes another, younger and more beautiful, to cast you down and take all you hold dear

Pairings:

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Aemond Targaryen x Alys Rivers

Part 1: Queen you shall be

Part 3: Younger and more beautiful

Warnings: angst, cheating, mentions of stillbirth/miscarriages, death

How did it comes to this? A year ago you had been Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Now you were simply Lady Y/n, the King's former partner. By the Gods you had fought with everything you had. Your family and friends had thrown their support behind you. But it was no use against the Kings will. The High Septon and mysteriously died, some said of poison. Whether or not it was true mattered no, he was dead. Shortly after the King had a catspaw for the Septon. Then, in a trial you had been forbidden, the marriage had been dissolved. Twenty years erased without a thought.

The end was swift. They removed your title, your finery, your ladies and lastly your daughter. You cried out as Daenerys, newly thrust into adulthood, desperately clung to on. Your little girl was ripped from your arms. Aemond did not extend his mercy. Not even then. Your daughter was taken to a far off room, hardly fit for a Princess. You were not even given a place within the palace. A sept in the heart of the West was your new prison. Far away from any true help. The only one they felt you with was Floris Baratheon, who accompanied you all the way.

You tried to write to your daughter to the best of your abilities. But you never received a reply. Whether she ever got them was unknown to you. But you did get messages snuck in from the other lords and ladies who supported your cause. All loyalty to your husband must cease for the sake of your only child. Plotting did not cure the constant dreariness you felt locked in these ancient stone halls. They seemed to close in around you. The only people there were the Silent Sisters. Silent as the grave. You might have gone mad if you had not been hard at work to plan your daughters future and Floris.

The day, stuffed in an apple core, there was left a rolled up note. You made sure you were utterly alone before unraveling it.

Your Grace,

I have heard you plight from across the sea. In your position the situation is dire. But I have come with an offer that will please both parties, Gods willing. As the only surviving child of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen I wish to extend my hand to your daughter, Princess Daenerys Targaryen. This match will satisfy both parties and unite out houses. Please leave your reply under your mattress, one of my informants will receive it.

King Viserys Targaryen, Second of His Name

You new this was an incredible risk. It might not even by the long lost Prince who you had once lead armies against. But it was all or nothing.

You had wanted to leave this place for so so long. Three years inside its confinements and you would be leaving. Only it was not in the way you expected. Three months ago you woke with a great pain in your belly. It took hours to subside only to come the next day. And from then the decline was swift. You lost weight, hair thinned, your eyes became bloodshot. Still, you fought on. You stayed up conspiring with the exiled Prince. You had come to accept this was the way things would go.

Life was not easy for the royal family from what you heard. Alys, now Queen Alys, was vastly unpopular. It gave you a slight satisfaction to hear that people called your name during her coronation. She was finding out that being Queen was more than just enjoying power. It was carrying the complete weight of Westeros on your shoulders. From what you heard she no longer glided through the halls confidently. And her fertility, unfortunately, was no better than yours. She had lost two babies, finally, she had a daughter. A baby girl who most considered a bastard. You pitied this baby. This poor girl would not receive the same support your little girl would. She may receive the title your girl once, but it would never truly be hers.

One day, Alys visited you. It was not a total surprise. Somehow you knew that one day, when her hour was darkest, she would come. Whether to seeks advice or cursed you was unknown. You sipped the tea your belly would allow in. The moment Alys entered Floris hissed like a cat. She stood up but you held her hand. "To what do I owe this pleasure." The words were polite enough, however you remained seated in your chair. You felt no need to feel ashamed at your predicament. You had done nothing wrong and this woman knew it. Gone was the beautiful Alys of four years ago. You now saw something of yourself in her. She bent over slightly, a testament to how her breasts now ached. Her hair had lost its fine luster and hung lose about her like a mop. "Lady Floris, I will ask that you leave the room." "I will do so if the Queen requests it." She replied stubbornly. "And your Queen has just given a command." "Wearing another woman's things hardly makes you the Queen." Floris replied stubbornly. You knew this would not end well. Alys had guards just outside the door. "Floris, please wait outside. I doubt I shall be in danger." She looked ready to defy you. But upon seeing the resilient look in your eyes, finally departed. She knew from that look you would be fine. "So, you have come to visit." You said once the door had closed. Alys took a seat in front of you. Labored huffs escaped her. "The King has offered you amnesty and a comfortable retirement should you only deny you were ever Queen." So, she had come to challenge you. "I like to make a habit of telling the truth, Lady Alys. I do not think I will stop now." Alys's nails scrapped the wooden chair. "You are ill. I doubt you shall last much longer. If you were to die in favour of the King she would be well looked after." "Of course she will. Princess Daenerys is the next Queen." Alys sneered. "My daughter is next in line." She sneered. "As mine once was. And look where she is now." With a stumbled Alys lurched to her feet. "Is that a threat!" She hissed. You simply took another sip of tea. "When you married the King you set a president. Now any woman must watch out, for another just might take her place. And all daughters must fear for their place. Tell me Alys. If you fare no better than I what shall become of yours?" Alys was struggling to breath. You gestured to the tea pot. Alys drank before slumping back into her chair. "If I can not do this....if I can not give him at least this." She mumbled. Pityingly, you looked at her. "There is much, you will find, you can not give a man who has the world at his feet.

Your death drew closer. By the hour of the wolf you knew this was the end. They had allowed you this moment of solitude. One last meal before you were tucked into bed. Your eyes had become hazy, your belly hurt. You could hear Floris's sobs as the minutes went by. "Oh Floris. You are so good to me." Your cold fingers brushed her head. Tears rolled down her face and onto the sheets as she prayed to the Seven. Despite everything you felt as peace. You had done your best. Gods willing your daughter would be Queen one day. Queen Daenerys Targaryen. The words sounded so sweet to you. "Floris, please get me some paper." Floris protested, saying you needed to rest. You simply smiled. "My Lady, I shall get plenty of sleep soon." Paper was brought and you drafter your last note.

My beloved daughter,

I hour of my death comes I leave if the knowledge that you will be protected. For even if my woes the thought of you in despair gives me greater sorrow than anything I could suffer. Daenerys, you must be strong. The path ahead will not be an easy one and I am so sorry there was little I could do. As a mother it is my greatest wish to ensure the happiness of my child. I want you to be happy. Know that even gone I watch over you. I have always loved you, more than any worldly riches. You may feel alone at times, but I want you to know my love for you will never die.

Be Strong. I love you.

Queen Y/n

Y/n's hand slackened and took lost consciousness. And as her final moments drifted by she thought of a beautiful girl with silver hair, wearing a crown.

Floris's wails heralded a new dawn.

Note: Two down, two to go! I know this was probably not the ending you guys wanted for the reader but its a much better one than Alys will get. Also y'all comparing Alys to Rashta from Remarried Empress had me cracking😂.

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