Hello! Are you the author of the death of peace of mind on ao3? I think so but I’m not sure. Anyway, I am very late to the party, but I just wanted to say that your fic has consumed my mind for the last few days. Absolute perfection, the writing, the characters, the smut, everything. I am barely halfway through and I’m torn between desperately wanting to devour it and trying to reign it in, so it lasts longer. Will probably show up in your asks again to cry once I finish it. Also this will be a very weird ask to read if you’re not the author.
hi!!! it is me, i am the author!!! thank you SO much!!! i am probably most proud as a writer of tdopom and i really really really appreciate you reading it!!!
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Horny Hours?!
I know it's not 100% cannon Val BUT - imagine a Valaena that has been raised to be hyper in control and cautious of her impulses. She's constantly being compared to her mother - for better and for worse. She's constantly being warned not to make the same mistakes her mother did, think twice, be careful, be mindful, be a "good girl".
She chafes at the role. She resents that the comparison to her mother is always given with a warning. She's also desperately afraid that when people say she's the image of her mother that it's a curse and a prophecy.
Aemond starts just by parroting his mother, snide remarks about his neice, back handed compliments about like mother like daughter. But then they both grow up, and Aemond still teases, still has that sharp edge to the compliments he pays her...because he's started to find that angry flush to her cheeks so endearing, the glint of her eyes thats sometimes anger and sometimes tears, the way her jaw clenches and her nails dig into her palms to keep herself from reacting.
But he pushes and pushes until she finally says "I'll show you how much of a whore I am"
BESTIE BRILLIANT BECAUSE YOU SEE??? THAT COULD HAVE BEEN CANON VALAENA
Walk with me: picture a timeline where, after the whole Driftmark loss of eye thing/Valaena running away and disappearing to claim Grey Ghost—> instead of letting her be free and wild, the reins tighten instead
Rhaenyra has a flash of fear at her daughter, the one so like her, instigating violence that nearly tore the royal family in two, then claiming a dragon that is more wild than not
She sees the wild in Valaena (so does Daemon, so does Alicent, so does Viserys, so does Cole) and sees the look in Daemon’s eye that spells the plans he’s already building around her, that half covetous and half hateful look in Cole’s eye that he used to have around young Rhaenyra, sees a future where Valaena is as wild and unbound as the dragons who claim no rider
That fear of the future is so sharp, so poignant as she wipes the blood off her children and sees the hole where Aemond’s eye used to be, the future where Valaena disregards the duty of her station for the anger she can see seething in her young daughter
She can see Valaena becoming the hellion rhaenyra so longed to be once upon a time, can see the implications of a royal woman untamed
And she’s scared
And Valaena isn’t dumb, even that young, she sees the spike of fear in her mother, the contemplation of possibility in daemon, the horror on Alicent’s face (not that Alicent has ever looked at her with anything else), the way her childhood friend of Aemond is hardening his heart right in front of her
But there’s another path, one where all the fire inside of Valaena is directed in a different direction, her mind and her looks utilized in the way her fighting and her dragon did originally
Rhaenyra is determined to never let Valaena fall into that wayward future where she has no prospects, just fire and blood. Valaena won’t be a weapon, not a violent one at least
She will be a political weapon, the perfect princess that Rhaenyra herself could never be
So she trains Valaena to hide the emotions, to become the lady she needs to be, to play the game of thrones in a different way
Valaena is a lady first, a dragon rider second, pristine curls arranged just so to hide the scar aemond gave her, a pretty smile in her face, ears always trained for whispers, some facade of courtly manners that rven Alicent fails to find fault in
Though she’s constantly reminded of the consequences should she fail in her role, that a glimpse of her scar or her true nature will be met with revulsion, that she has to hold it all together, to be what rhaenyra never tried to be
She is a perfect pretty princess, the bridge so desperately needed between Dragonstone and kings landing, constantly compared to her mother and to Alicent
And Valaena chafes in this new role
All her fire and rage and wildness is still there, it’s just buried
Everyone thinks she’s been tamed, that the rich gowns and the ornate jewlery and the simpering smiles and the silence when someone defames her family
Everyone, except for aemond
She’s everywhere, a constant reminder of the best and the worst night of his life, the one where he lost his best friend, his eye and the real Valaena, but gained his soul bonded dragon
He hates this facade, this role she plays in here she tries to be the perfect princess, where she swallows her rage and doesn’t stab at wayward lordlings for staring too long at her cleavage (which to be fair, is on display a fair amount more in gowns that it was in leathers, though aemond longs to catch her in the leathers he knows she hides in the loose stones in her bedroom in kings landing, but alas, her and grey ghost have to be sneaky and not even aemond can catch her dragon riding)
He pushes and he pushes for glimpses of the real Valaena, loving the sparkle of rage and the stain of red in her cheeks
And as perfect as she tries to be, there’s still rumors, there’s still whispers, there’s still those that think she is nothing more than a bastard good for nothing but whoring
Aemond sees the slips in her performance when that happens, the way her eyes dart to the brothels they pass, the dragon underneath the princess and he makes it his mission to unleash her however he can
Maybe it’s backhanded compliments, maybe it’s putting her in uncomfortable situations, maybe it’s the way he lets her know he knows she’d be a little whore if she could
He pushes and pushes that opening, the way he knows she longs to be pushed against a wall and kissed senseless, the revenge just at the tip of his fingertips
He pushes until she pushes back
Escorting her through the city, dismissing her other guards because “why would a whore of a princess who claims to ride a dragon need this many guards?”
“You want a whore? I’ll give you a whore”
AND THEN IT ESCALATES
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hi autumn! dunno if you're still active on this blog or if you've seen the new hunger games movie but the whole time i watched the movie i couldn't help but to think how the main character is so dragonseed coded- thee quintessential perfect arch rival to aemond
ARE WE TALKING CORIOLANUS SNOW, MY OTHER PSYCHOTIC DICTATOR OF A BLEACH BLONDE WHITE BOY OF THE MONTH???
Oh pls bow you’ve got me thinking about that dragonseed au,,,,
Platinum Tom Blythe competing with aemond!!! That shit eating grin!!!
I’ll confess,,, that may result in a why chose,,,
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