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Through pain we learn

Endeavor x reader

Angst and fluff, major character injury, boss/employee relationship

This was beta read by the amazing @crowberri

Summary: One of Endeavor‘s long term Sidekicks got injured during a fight with a villain. He accidentally confesses his feelings for them.

The villain attack had come so suddenly. If it had not been right next to the agency, the personnel would have had a much harder time keeping up their amazing response time. Sidekicks had flooded out of the agency, trying their best to keep the villain at bay. He was rampaging, destroying property and holding a small group of civilians hostage. The large form of the villain was almost too large for comfort, yet still the Sidekicks of Endeavor held their ground even if their employer was nowhere to be seen. Most of them assumed that he was just on the other side of town due to his patrol schedule assigning him there.

Burnin‘ was doing her best at keeping the villain at bay, throwing chunks of her hair at the villain, even though she knew that she was not the one who could do the most damage, especially to this villain who seemed to be immune to her burning hair, which simply bounced off of his thick and leathery skin. Her eyes found you, one of the other Sidekicks. You were guiding civilians to safety, making sure that no one was hurt. The green suit was easily recognisable in the crowd of people.

„Heart! Get over here!“ she shouted over the sounds of the fight. Your head snapped up and turned towards her. Quickly, you rushed over to Burnin‘, not sure what the other Sidekick could want from you since this fight prioritized the safety of civilians, the villain seemingly immune against any of the attacks the Sidekicks threw his way.

„Listen! I cannot do anything about this guy! We need to stall for time until the boss arrives. Can you use your Quirk to get him to settle a bit?“

You looked over at the villain, knowing that the plan that you had in mind at the moment was dangerous. You would need to get in close to the villain to make sure that no one except him would be affected by your Quirk.

„Yeah, I can try.“ you nodded letting some of the iron drop from your suit, using your Quirk to form them into small puddles which you could use as a mode of transportation. Carefully you stepped on it and nodded at Burnin‘.

You slipped over the ground and kept away from the blows of the villain, dodging him to make sure that the mist you were about to create would not endanger any of the civilians. The distance was closed, the villain was distracted by Burnin‘ and you slipped in from behind, you ready yourself to release the mist; a blur appeared out of the corner of your eye, not movement that belonged to a civilian because you had cleared everyone out of the area. Before you could react, a piercing pain shot through your abdomen as a spike of cement impaled you right then and there from below. There was a second villain? Where’d he come from? You don't know, you couldn’t think, the pain was so intense that you were not even able to scream or cry out anymore. Pure shock flooded through your system as you sacked further down the cement that had gone straight through your stomach.

From then on everything became hazy. The pain that was inflicted was intense and blurred everything around you. Despite so, painful blast after painful blast followed. You couldn't discern what attacks were unleashed, by them or your comrades. The Villains really did want to make sure you’re truly dead, not that you had much hope left after the initial strike. Static filled your ears, as your consciousness started to fade, you gazed at the sky above you. A faint smile spread across your lips as you saw a blur of dark blue and fiery red descend from above. Hope filled your heart, knowing that everyone was going to be safe now.

„Hey there, pretty face!“the grinning face of a woman with bright green and seemingly burning hair appeared in your field of vision. You took a step back, more than uncomfortable with the other hero invading your personal space like that.

„Good morning. Are you Burnin‘?“ you asked, assuming that it was indeed the hero that you had been instructed to talk to. The woman nodded enthusiastically, grinning from ear to ear.

„I am…and you must be the new kid here!“ she stretched out her hand. You shook it firmly and looked around. The area was filled with Sidekicks, chatting, typing things into the computer in front of them or just sitting around. Excitement began to bubble up in your stomach, this was your chance to make a name for yourself, your chance to network and make sure that someday you would be able to have your own agency.

„Indeed.“ you introduced yourself to the woman. Not sure what the first day would bring for you.

„Better get ready. The boss likes to take new hires out for patrol with him,“ the grin was almost malicious, but not evil. You just nodded, hoping the rumors of Endeavor’s unbearable personality were not actually true.

„Please wake up.“

„You cannot be serious!“ you groaned out, letting your head hit the table with an annoyed huff. The new schedule had been published and you had had the luck of ending up on patrol duty with Endeavor three times a week. You were not the only Sidekick that would come along on the patrol with the hero, but three times a week was rare since there were over thirty Sidekicks in the agency, but apparently Endeavor thought it was a good idea to take you along more. He was nice enough to make it bearable, but his tendency to be cold and quiet made him a boring patrol partner. You preferred to be on patrol with Burnin’ who had become a good friend over the time you had worked at the agency.

„What‘s the problem?“ Burnin‘ slid up to you with a big grin plastered on her face. You gave her a warning glance.

„Three days patrol duty with Endeavor, one day and two nights on call duty.“ you handed Burnin‘ the schedule with a sigh. She snickered and put the schedule back on the table.

„Looks like the boss likes having you around for patrol duty.“ Burnin‘ teased.

„Oh fuck off!“ you hissed at her. You knew that it was truthful, but the glint that had covered her eyes while she had said it made you annoyed with her.

„Gladly, pretty face.“ quickly she took a seat on the office chair opposite of yours. At that you snorted and went back to doing paperwork.

„You should really head home.“

„I can‘t…“

„You are tired, let me stay here for a while.“

„Fine.“

„You did well in that fight today.“ The low voice of your employer caught you off guard.

„Uhm. Thank you, Sir.“ It was rare that Endeavor complimented people and it was even rarer that he did that so straight forward, usually putting it in a wording that made one wonder if it was a compliment or an insult. He just nodded and disappeared into the depths of the building.

„Well, lucky you, pretty face.“ Burnin‘ grinned at you, seeing the flustered state you were in. „Maybe you can get a different kind of praise out of him some time soon.“ she winked and was about to make off. The soft red that had settled over your cheeks now turned into something more intense that traveled down your neck.

„Fuck you!” you shouted, laughing, but having a hard time keeping the red creeping down your neck hidden.

„He probably would!“ Burnin‘ pointed finger guns your way as she headed towards the elevator.

“You Rat! You dirty-minded Rat!!“ You came chasing after her, knowing that she would be heading for the cafeteria. „That damn woman.“ you muttered under your breath as you reached the elevator, the red still not having disappeared from your cheeks.

„Don‘t you dare leave.“

You opened the door to the bullpen area of the office, still tired from the day before. A booming sound startled you and made you almost drop your bag, but a laugh was forced out of you as you saw what was going on. Burnin‘ had popped open a confetti cannon, rainbows and glitters rained everywhere and a banner with "Five years and still kicking!“ was almost shoved in your face.

„Congratulations, pretty face. You survived the first five years of working with us!“ Burnin‘ shouted, people applauded and laughed at that.

„I think I will survive many more!“ you laughed as you put your bag down, seeing the nice cake placed on your usual spot.

„TO MANY MORE YEARS TO COME!“ Burnin‘ shouted. The rest of the Sidekicks that were there repeated these words. Suddenly a much more serious voice came from the door.

„To many more years to come.“ Endeavor nodded, a soft smile on his lips as he entered the bullpen area. Everyone watched him intently, waiting for him to go on about being a serious agency and remaining your dignity, but he did not. The only thing he did was pull out a knife from the napkin in his hand, giving it to Burnin’.

„And to many more pay raises!“ Burnin‘ laughed as she cut the first piece of cake, handing it to you. At that comment you snorted.

„And many more victories.“ Endeavor said as he passed by you. A soft smile pulling on your lips.

„You should really get some sleep.“

„Already tried, can't.“

„Go home.“

„No.“

„Why?“

„My conscience is keeping me up, keeping me here.“

„The three of you take care of the civilians, I will take on this villain.“ With that, Endeavor shot off into the fight with the villain rampaging through the streets.

You hurried over to a group of people, guiding them to a more safe area, beginning to build barricades so that no one was able to slip away and get themselves hurt during the fight.

Burnin‘ and Kido doing similar work to yours, getting people as far away from the fight and beginning to do damage control to the buildings surrounding the fight. You looked around, helping people take cover and getting some debris off the street.

Suddenly, the sound of flesh tearing and a scream filled your ears, your head shot up and you looked over to the fight. Blood started pooling on the street and the urge to get involved in the fight got stronger. You swallowed harshly, pushing down the urge to jump in to make sure that he was alright. The fear of never seeing him again, seeing that soft smile or hearing that low chuckle when you joked about something on patrol. You shook your head, pushing down the worry in your chest. He was the number two hero in Japan, of course he would be alright.

„I am sorry. I knew that catching feelings would not end well, but… seeing you like this is not what I imagined.”

What felt like a slumber of the century was interrupted by the sound of machines beeping. It wasn‘t an alarm, just monitors, letting everyone in the vicinity know that you were not dead, that you lived, despite everything.

You forced your eyes open, bright lights shining from the ceiling made you wince and close them again immediately. While you laid there, you tried to focus on your own body. You could feel slow thumping of pain from your abdomen, reminding you of what had happened before, but you could also feel your arms, hands, even your legs, which came as a surprise and a relief. Everything was fuzzy, but you could feel it, you haven’t lost anything. There was just one thing that bothered you; the odd warmth from your left side. Forcing your eyes open again you looked down, everything was still blurry, but there was one thing you could distinctly make out on the white sheets of the hospital bed: a mob of red hair laying on the mattress right beside your leg.

„Endeavor.“ you croaked out, you sounded horrendous, almost like some old witch that only spoke when she tried to convince children that it was safe to stay with her even though she would kill them later on and eat them or something.

His head shot up and he looked around the room, trying to find where the voice had come from. Everything became clearer now, his face had outlines again and now you could see that he looked tired.

„You are awake!“ he whispered. Relief flooded his face and his head dropped to the mattress again, a tremor seemed to wash over his body, but then ceased again. Slowly he lifted his head again. You tried to smile as best as possible, the mask in your face you just noticed making it hard though.

„I am getting the nurses.“ he was about to get up, your hand gliding out of his as he got up from the chair. His movements were stiff and it looked like he had been sitting in the too small plastic chair for way too long. You did not want him to leave, his presence calming you, with him around you knew you were safe. But your body was too weak to protest.

Shortly after he returned with a few nurses, who performed their check ups and told you that the Doctor would arrive in the morning to explain more about the next steps. After the nurses had left the room Endeavor took the seat by the side of your bed again.

„Didn‘t think that I would wake up with you sitting beside my bed,“ you joked, trying to lighten up the mood. “You sure look like you need a kindling.” His expression had been rather grave the entire time and now it looked even more sunken.

„I did not want you to be alone when you woke up,“ he paused, „Besides you are one of my top employees.“ he shook his head, „one of my friends.“ the word sounded foreign coming from his mouth. He had never called you his friend, but that was what the two of you had probably become over the last almost nine years. Spending patrol after patrol together, sitting together in the office, waiting for calls to come in. He had changed over that time, of course he had, people change in nine years. For a moment you thought about it: Yes, he had been your friend for quite some time now, even if it had never been labeled as such.

„Thank you.“ you smiled. „How long-?“ „Almost a week.“ you were not able to finish asking the question before he already shot an answer your way.

„I hope you haven‘t been neglecting work.“ you laughed softly, trying to stop the movement right away, feeling the throbbing in your stomach. With a soft gasp you grasped your side, trying to breathe slower again.

„No, we have been taking shifts to make sure someone is always with you.“ he answered.

„We?“ you asked, thinking about who else from the Agency would come to the Hospital, probably Burnin‘ and Kido, but there could be another few Sidekicks that could come, but these two were the most probable and maybe Aoi, the secretary that worked on the floor the Sidekicks were on, a nice woman that you would probably also consider your friend.

„Hmh, Burnin‘ and Aoi have mostly been here besides me, Kido and Ori have been here from time to time too.“ he paused taking a look at his phone. „Speaking off: Burnin‘ will be here in about ten minutes.“ he sighed.

„Did you hear anything during this time?“ he asked, leaning back in the chair.

„Some of it.“ you paused, not entirely sure what he wanted to achieve by asking the question. Then you remembered: the confession. Well it had not been what most people would consider a proper confession, but it still was in some way. Had it been him? You were not entirely sure about it, not really remembering the voices, only what had been said.

He nodded slowly and sighed. His expression was unreadable and still you saw something behind his eyes, something that made your insides churn. It was similar to what you had seen on your mother after your father had had a severe stroke. It was the underlying fear of losing someone that you loved.

You reached out and took his hand, which he had placed on the mattress. „I am not gonna go anywhere.“ You smiled at him, squeezing his hand as gently as you could.

Only a short time later Burnin‘ entered the room and almost had a heart attack when she saw you were awake. Endeavor left after saying goodbye and giving you a stern talking about work safety.

After Burnin‘ had caught you up on the latest gossip in the office, you had fallen asleep again.

The next day, the Doctor came and informed you about the injuries you had received as well as the treatment for them.

Apparently, you had been lucky. The cement may have damaged your liver, kidney and bowel severely, but it had not damaged your spine in any way. That was the part you had been lucky about. You had also received a few broken ribs, lacerations, a broken ankle and a torn achilles heel. In all honesty it had taken you a moment to understand why he had told you that you had been lucky, but after having been shown the x-ray of how you had looked right after the fight it was a miracle that you would be able to walk again. According to the Doctor it would take some patience and a lot of physical therapy, but when that was done you could also return to your job again.

The rest of the time you had to spend in Hospital was rather dull. At some point you had insisted that Burnin‘, Kido, Ori, Aoi and Endeavor rather focus on resting and work rather than going to the Hospital to see you. Time went by slowly, but they eventually released you.

You sat in the chair behind the desk sorting through the documents as well as hacking in the data on them. It had almost been three months since your injuries and you were still not fully recovered. Your physical therapist was happy with your progress and allowed you to go to work, only under the condition that the only thing you did was paperwork and nothing more.

Endeavor had at first been reluctant to let you go back to work. It took some time to convince him that you would only be doing paperwork and not get involved in anything dangerous or even remotely straining. The workout you had to do with your physical therapist you saw thrice a week took everything out of you anyway and even the short walk from the agency to the train station took you ten minutes longer than before and caused you to collapse on the couch at home right away. Luckily you were able to use your left leg again fully, the right leg, which had the torn achilles heel was still bothering you more, still needing to use a crutch to get around most of the time.

„How is desk duty working for you?“ Aoi asked as she appeared beside you. A bright smile plastered on her face as she looked down on the work you had done.

„It is nicer than I thought it would be.“ you smiled at her, your eyes finding your employer, standing in the doorway. The woman saw that you looked at someone behind her and turned around. A soft ‘ah’ left her mouth as she smiled softly and left the room.

The large man approached you, his stance confident, still you saw a nervous glint in his eyes.

„So… have you thought about my offer?“ he asked, sounding a bit nervous as you leaned back in your chair, pulling your right leg over your left leg.

„Yes,“ you grinned slightly as you saw the tension in his shoulders disappear, “I would love to go to dinner with you sometime.”

He smiled at you, and silently turned back to work. His steps seemed almost giddy.

Maybe catching feelings was not such a bad thing after all.

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Here‘s to courage

Aemond Targaryen x reader/original female character

About 6k words long

Modern! AU

TW: sexual harassment (not by Aemond though), talks of infertility

With a loud sigh she let herself fall into her chair, the light of the computer felt like it was burning into her eyes. The pounding headache was still not gone, even after taking painkillers it did not get any better. Maybe she should not have drunk that much last night, knowing that she would have to drag herself to work the next day.

„Good Morning.“ the voice of Otto Hightower brought her back to reality. He was standing in front of her, his long coat draped over one arm and the suit he was wearing looked like the newest edition to his wardrobe, a deep navy blue with a white dress shirt.

„Good Morning, Sir.“ she smiled at him, his eyes wrinkling slightly at the sides. He looked a lot more happy than he usually did. Most of the time his expression seemed to be sulking or unhappy with something, but on this particular morning he looked like a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

„How was your weekend?“ he asked, hanging up the coat on the rack. The young woman was slightly startled by the question, Mr Hightower had never been a rude employer, but he had also never been particularly interested in his employees personal life.

„Good. My brothers and I drove up north to visit family, it was nice. Both my brothers thrived on being up there again. How about yours?“ she laughed softly and shook her head at the thought of how happy her older brother had been to see their older sisters again and how good the air up north had been for her other brother‘s lungs after he had developed severe pneumonia. She could, however, not tell him about the more bitter and sad part of the weekend, which led to her thundering headache.

„That is good to hear. My weekend has consisted of the usual business.“ he waved his hand in the air and sighed softly. She knew what that meant, it meant that his grandchildren had driven him up the wall and his daughter had probably ranted about her husband and maybe his oldest grandson had even brought around his new girlfriend or even one of his many kids.

„Could you call a few people for me before the normal issues of the day come flooding in?“ he asked her as he picked up the briefcase again, which he had sat down before hanging up the coat.

„Of course.“ she held back her comment that this was exactly her job, calling people for him, taking calls for him and scheduling every event while keeping track of all the requests that came into the Mailbox during the day.

„Here is the list and what I want from them or what you have to tell them. Some calls are internal, others are external.“ he handed her a large piece of paper, which he had drawn out of his breast pocket and unfolded with one hand.

She just nodded and smiled at him, with that he disappeared into the room which was behind her office. It was not really an office, she was only a secretary after all and that meant no big office for her.

As she looked down at the list she let out a drawn out groan, it was long and a few of the names on it were not her favorite ones to call. His handwriting was neat and tidy, yet it was elegant, which made it easy to read.

Lyman Beesbury

Ask about the debt to the Lannister Banks and how much of the budget for the new project has to be loaned to the Company

Jason Lannister

Tell him that we will not be able to pay the debt back with the current interest rate, negotiate (if he is not willing to cooperate put him through to me)

Harwin Strong

Put through the list of attendees for the Gala and the current security guidelines that have to be taken into consideration for such an event

Hobert Hightower

Also put through the list of attendees for the Gala and tell him that I want him to prepare a separate account for the donations for the Gala

The list went on and on with tasks like these, most of them either relating to some form of finance or the Gala coming up in a month. With a heavy sigh she placed her head on the table, closing her eyes before looking at the last point on the paper.

Aemond Targaryen

Tell him that he will be attending the six o‘clock meeting with me tomorrow.

She rolled her eyes at that, but also felt some kind of relief. Aemond was always polite when she called and never snapped at her so at least there was something to look forward to while she was making some of the more dreadful calls on the list. With a glance at the clock she picked up the phone on her desk and started to dial the number of Lyman Beesbury. She had exactly one and a half hours before the usual rush of the day started to flood in and then she would be buried in work.

With a groan she hung up that second to last call and dropped her hands on the keyboard in front of her. She had a deep resentment for that Baratheon man, he always made disgusting comments about her and her professional relationship with Otto Hightower. She looked at the clock again, it was now almost an hour into the normal work day and she was already stacking up work for the rest of the day, making copies of certain documents, putting things away, sending Emails to different people with requests or telling them that they did not do their job correctly. One more time she picked up the phone and dialed the number of Aemond Targaryen. After one ring he picked up.

„Hello, Aemond Targaryen speaking.“ his smooth voice came through the speaker.

„Hello, Mr. Targaryen! Here is-„ she was interrupted by him.

„Ah, dear. How can I help you?“ his voice was calm and she could hear the tapping of a keyboard in the background. It always flustered her that he called her dear, but she never said anything because it did not make her uncomfortable.

„I am just calling because Mr. Hightower wants to let you know that you will be joining him for his six o‘clock meeting tomorrow.“ she waited for him to say something.

„Alright. Tell him that I will be there. I just have a quick question: who else is attending the meeting?“ he asked, the tapping in the background had stopped a few moments ago and scribbling had come into the audio now.

„Uhm…I can answer you in just one moment.“ she hacked the date and time into the calendar, which she kept for Mr. Hightower’s meetings.

„The meeting is with Ms. Rhaenyra Targaryen,“ she paused and continued to read the other names, a bad feeling settling in her stomach. „Mr. Corlys Velaryon, Mr. Vaemond Velaryon and Mr. Daemon Targaryen. As well as Mrs. Targaryen and of course Mr. Hightower." She licked her lips and waited for him to say anything. There was only the sound of his breathing now.

„Thank you. One more question; is my grandfather currently available?“ he sounded angry about something and she really did not want to know what he was angry about. She knew a lot about the problems within the Targaryen family, but by far not everything.

„Uhm, yes he is. He is in his office right now.“ she said calmly.

„Thank you, goodbye.“ Before she was able to say anything he hung up. Quickly she sat down the phone and now stared at the documents laying in front of her. With a sigh she took the stapler from the side of the desk and started to look through the dokuments, wanting to know which of them belonged together and which of them needed to be put away separately.

While she was stapling and putting away all the documents she remembered why she had such a blaring headache. It had not been a pleasant night, normally she did not drink that much, but due to her unnerving aunt she had drunk one glass of whiskey after the other and had realized too late that drinking almost three quarters of a Whiskey bottle was not a good idea. The woman had been asking about when she would get married and why she was not engaged and when they would be able to welcome more children into the family. Her aunt was particularly cruel when it came to things like these. The woman never kept it to the annoying enough questions, but always started to insult the other person the drunker she got. The best insult of the evening that had been thrown at her head had been:“defect breeding cow“, which would have not affected her as much if it was not for the fact that her Gynecologist had recently told her that the chance of her ever having children was slim, not zero but close to. She shook her head to get rid of the images and the feelings associated with that night, pushing the stapler aggressively into the paper and then putting it in the hole puncher to even more aggressively punch the holes into the papers.

Suddenly the door flew open and Aemond strode into the room. His face filled with annoyance as he closed the door behind him. Closed was the right word, he had not slammed it, he never slammed doors unlike his older brother who seemed to be always slamming doors.

„Mr. Targaryen,“ she nodded at him, her eyes turned back to her work. She did not want to bother him, especially not when he was angry about something. He smiled softly at her, greeting her and continuing to Otto Hightowers office.

After Aemond had entered, muffled voices were audible from the room, however only a mere moment later the muffled voices turned into something that sounded much more like shouting.

She tried hard not to listen to anything they were saying since it felt like a huge invasion of privacy. Luckily their voices were only muffled again after a few moments.

The young woman was not sure how long their talking continued, but after some time Aemond left the office again. He walked slowly and also closed the door gently again. Now she was finally able to get a good look at him. Aemond Targaryen was in his mid twenties, lean and had gorgeous platinum blonde hair, which shone softly. Otherwise he was also very good looking and always well dressed, on this particular day he accentuated his frame with a tight fitting, emerald green dress shirt and black slacks.

„Would you like to come to the kitchen with me and get a coffee?“ he asked her as he was about to leave the room.

„I would love to!“ she smiled softly and got up from her chair, her back aching since she had been sitting since the early morning.

He opened the door for her and let her pass, he left the room after her and gently closed the door. Together they quietly walked through the corridor.

„You have probably heard that my dear father will be hosting a Gala next month.“ Aemond broke the silence as they continued their way to the kitchen.

„I have, actually I have been making calls about that all day and sending Email out about certain regulations that have to be met.“ she chuckled softly as they turned a corner.

„Oh, well that is also good to know. At least I now know that someone competent handled the bureaucracy of the whole event.“ he said.

„Thank you, but to be honest: Mr. Hightower did a lot of the bureaucracy things, I just sent out the Emails for him and made the phone calls.“ she laughed softly.

He just hummed in what seemed like disagreement, but she was not able to place the sound combined with his nonchalant facial expression.

„Have you received an invitation?“ he asked, seeming genuinely interested in the answer.

„Oh no! I do not get invited to any events of the sort. After all, I am just a secretary that does not have that much influence. There is no need to invite me.“

Aemond looked over at her, his eyes opened wide and his eyebrows raised.

„Well, then. If you have not received an invitation yet then please see this as your invitation to the Gala, as my plus one.“ he said.

She stared at him in shock for a moment. He had seriously asked her to come to the Gala as his plus one. She took a shaky breath and swallowed the lump in her throat.

„Thank you, Mr. Targaryen.“ she said quietly.

„Aemond.“ he responded plainly.

„Excuse me?“ she asked, not quite understanding what he wanted to say with that.

„Please call me Aemond. I believe that I have told you on a few occasions already that I do not like to be called by my last name.“ he smiled softly as they reached the kitchen.

„Thank you, Aemond.“

„Have you finished up everything for the day?“ Otto Hightower asked as he exited his office. He seemed to be in a hurry to leave, which made sense since tonight was the big night in which hours and hours of planning had been invested. He probably also had to get changed since his usual plain suit would not be doing well at the Gala.

„Yes, Sir. Everything is finished, all the pile up of the last few weeks is also gone and you can go to the Gala with a good conscience.“ she smiled at him as he put down the briefcase.

„Good, good.“ he paused for a moment, „You do know that Aemond told me that he invited you as his plus one, right?“ he asked.

She felt her face heat up slightly as she looked at her hands. All the time after Aemond had invited her she had not told Mr. Hightower since she did not know what he would say, but the fact that Aemond already told him made things much easier.

„No, he did not tell me that he informed you about that.“ she laughed softly, trying to cover up how flustered she was. The older man hummed slightly, but just nodded.

„You should also leave, I believe getting ready will take you some time.“ his expression was kind as he picked up the coat and draped it over his shoulders.

„Until later.“ he said, after she also said goodbye he left, shortly after she also took all of her things and made her way home.

She took a deep breath as she looked at herself in the mirror. The light green dress was smoothed out perfectly and her hair had been done perfectly by one of her friends who worked as a hairstylist, falling loosely over her shoulders and complementing the color of the dress. For her shoes she had opted for cream colored strap heels, which blended nicely with the color of the dress. A pair of small golden hoops dangled from her ears as she took the clutch.

Aemond had told her not to worry about what she would be wearing and wear something she felt comfortable in, which turned out to be harder than she thought at first since most of the dresses she owned and already knew felt comfortable in were not appropriate for a Gala in any way. As she looked away from the mirror she glanced at the clock, it was almost time for him to come pick her up, nervously she smoothed out the dress once again and made her way over to her coat rag. It was not too cold, but still rather cool, especially since she was wearing a dress that unfortunately did not have any sleeves. Before she was able to grab her coat the bell rang and she walked towards the speaker in the wall.

„Hello, Aemond?“ she simply spoke into the microphone. For a moment there was silence.

„Yes, dear.“ as she heard his voice she pressed the unlock button for the door and went to take her coat and her clutch. She opened the door and made her way into the stairwell, closing the door and locking it behind her.

As she was about to call the elevator the doors opened and Aemond stood in front of her. She felt like someone had knocked all of the air out of her lungs. He stood there, looking like a model. His lean body was clad in a beautiful black suit with a black dress shirt, but no tie or fly. The soft platinum blonde hair was brushed back, but still hanging loosely over her back and shoulders.

„Hi.“ she whispered softly as she stepped into the elevator, almost realizing too late that she had been staring at the man.

„Hello, dear.“ he smiled softly at her as he pressed the button for the ground floor and seemed to relax.

„You look beautiful in that dress.“ he looked at her with an expression that she was unable to read. His one eye looked her up and down while the glass eye, which he had chosen to be a sapphire, shone bright in the light of the elevator.

„Thank you. You look rather handsome yourself.“ her eyes traveled up and down his figure again, the first two buttons of his shirt were opened, which made it look a lot more relaxed than it would have looked if he had been wearing a tie. At the statement he chuckled softly.

With a soft ding the elevator came to a stop, as the doors opened he stretched out his arm, signaling her that she should take his arm. Her hand landed on the crook of his elbow, making her feel like she gave up some sort of control, a fact that would have terrified her under normal circumstances, but this was different, right now she was happy that someone was guiding her.

They approached a car that was standing in one of the parking spaces in the area. It looked to be an older Porsche model, but she had in all honesty no idea what kind of car it was. Aemond opened the back door for her and she took a seat in the back of the car, putting on the seat belt, greeting the man that was sitting at the wheel. The young man rounded the car and took a seat beside her.

As the car was set in motion by the driver she looked out of the window. His voice brought her back to reality.

„I will give you a fair warning before we arrive. There will be a lot of people taking photos, especially while we exit the car.“ he adjusted his cuffs as he spoke.

„Oh.“ she swallowed harshly, knowing that that would be hard for her, she had of course expected it, but it still felt odd.

„No need to worry.“ he chuckled softly. „I will guide you. Wait for me to get out of the car, then I can help you exit.“ he paused again and studied her face for a moment. „While we are in the main hall, you can just mingle. Before the buffet there will be many speeches, they are not the most interesting, but you will be able to pass the time. Afterwards it is just food, polite conversation and dancing.“

„Thank you. I am good at mingling and listening as well, that is a positive.“ she smiled softly as Aemond raised his eyebrow and looked at her with confusion written across his face.

„Well, mingling and listening is my job after all. I do not only send out emails, but make calls that need a sensible tone and an open ear.“ she smiled softly. „And if I may say so myself; I have gotten quite good at listening to people talking about things that I have no idea about.“

He laughed softly and shook his head. „Then I should keep you close since listening to the ramblings of my father‘s business partners is not my strong suit.“ There were a few moments of silence then he spoke again. „Also I would recommend you leave your coat in the car as well as the bag, there will not be many places to hang it and things can easily get lost at these Galas.“

„Oh, alright.“ She began shrugging off her coat, knowing that the hall which they had booked for the Gala was only a few minutes away from where they currently were. A slight shiver ran through her body as she felt the warm coat leave her body. Only shortly after she pulled it out from beneath her and folded it on the middle seat.

„I have never seen someone take a coat off so elegantly while sitting, even my dear my mother is not able to do that.“ he laughed and shook his head in amazement.

„It comes easier when you spent most of your childhood in a car. You actually learn to do a lot of things while in a moving car.“ she laughed softly.

The short rest of the drive was spent in silence. The car pulled up beside the hall and stopped at the height of a red carpet. Smoothly the driver reached for her coat and clutch and put it on the passenger seat before Aemond opened the door. As he did so she heard and saw the flashes of cameras going off. Waiting a short moment she scooted over and also got out of the car, taking Aemond‘s hand in the process. The only thoughts on her mind were to keep your legs together while getting out of the car and your hand on the neckline of your dress. Luckily, she exited the car smoothly and without issue.

As she stood securely Aemond offered her his arm again, she took it and they began to walk. She smiled softly as they made their way to the entrance of the hall. The flashes of the cameras were truly blinding and she was happy that Aemond seemed to be so confidently strudding towards the entrance.

It became apparent immediately that they entered the building since the flashes stopped. She took a deep breath and looked up at Aemond, looking to find some kind of reassurance, which she also found: he wore a gentle smile and nodded at her. They continued into the main room of the hall and she again felt like someone knocked all the air out of her lungs.

The ceiling was made of glass and shimmered softly, but the most impressive thing of the whole building was the massive chandelier, which was hanging in the middle of the ceiling. It was made of glass and what seemed like crystals, the light cascading down from it made the room feel like a scene from a fairy tale. This feeling only intensified as she looked at the people in the room. All of them were immaculately dressed as well as having some kind of regal air about them.

He moved his arm away from hers, but quickly placed his hand on the small of her back. She tried to follow his gaze, which led her eyes to a group of people with the signature blonde hair of the Targaryens.

„Come, my family is there. I think we should greet them.“ his voice was soft, yet it still carried over the muttering and talk of the crowd with ease. She just nodded and he directed her effortlessly through the crowd, people parted to let them through.

Finally they arrived at the group. She recognized a few people; Viserys Targaryen and his wife seemed to be the first to notice the pair approaching. Alicent Hightower, the wife of Viserys, was a beautiful woman with big brown eyes and a soft face, she was clad in a dark green evening gown with black heels and her hair pulled back in a slick bun. Viserys Targaryen himself was seated in his wheelchair, the suit he wore looked similar to the one Aemond was wearing, just that he wore a red tie with it. The other people were Aegon Targaryen and Helaena Targaryen, Aemond‘s older siblings, as well as Daeron Targaryen, Aemond‘s youngest brother. They all looked immaculate, Helaena wearing a golden dress with long sleeves, Aegon looked the most casual out of all of them with his white dress shirt and black slacks. Daeron wore a dark green satin suit paired with a black dress shirt and a green tie. Moreover there were Rhaenyra Targaryen and her husband Daemon along with Rhaenyra‘s sons and Daemon‘s daughters. Rhaenyra and Daemon‘s daughters, Baela and Rhaena, wore black dresses with varying accents of red. Daemon in a black suit with a black turtleneck pullover and all of Rhaenyra‘s sons seemed to be matching their grandfather.

„Aemond! I knew you would bring the cute secretary!“ Aegon shouted as they approached. His face lit up as he saw his brother, she saw as much, but felt a wave of nervousness hit her as all eyes were on her and Aemond. The large family all seemed to expect her to say something.

„Good evening everyone.“ Aemond greeted politely. He let go of her for a moment to go over to his mother and kiss her on the cheek. „Mother.“

„Hello.“ she smiled as relaxed as she could, but still felt like anyone from the group would be coming at her at any given moment. Before anything else could be exchanged Aemond took his place by her side again, looking positively annoyed by the fact that his nephews were present.

„Just a fair warning Aemond, the waiters have not finished setting the table. Take care so that they don‘t get to your other eye.“ Lucerys, one of Aemond‘s nephews, snickered. She felt how his hand slit over to her hip and the grip on her seemed to get stronger.

„You should be careful as well, nephew. We do not want an accident to happen to your eye, would we?“ Aemond seemed so calm as he said it, but there was a very definite threat behind these words. She felt a lump form in her throat as hateful glares were exchanged between the men.

„No, we wouldn‘t.“ a new voice came from behind her. She turned around, looking for the person that had just spoken. It was Otto Hightower and she never felt relief wash over her quicker before. A warm smile spread across her face as she saw her employer.

„Mr. Hightower.“ she nodded at him. He looked away from both of the young men and sent her a kind smile, his expression turned stony again as he looked at his oldest grandson.

„Aegon, come. Some people want to meet you.“ his voice was stern as he said those words, clearly displeased that they wanted to meet the young man.

„Do I really have to?“ he whined.

„Yes!“ Mr. Hightower snarled, turning around again to make his way back into the masses. Aegon followed him silently.

They stood there in silence for a few minutes then Aemond spoke again.

„If you would excuse us.“ Aemond already started walking away, almost dragging her behind him.

„Goodbye.“ she hurriedly said as she walked with Aemond. He seemed annoyed as they walked through the crowd.

„That was intense.“ she muttered under her breath, happy about the fact that she was able to escape that circle of hell. After Aemond had asked her to accompany him to the Gala they had spoken more and he had invited her for coffee and cake from time to time. That led to her knowing a lot more about the formidable Targaryen family than before and not all of the things she learned were good. However, she had not expected things to get out of hand so quickly once they were all gathered in one place.

„There have been worse things to happen during family get-togethers.“ he muttered under his breath. Before she was able to say anything to him about the interaction again a large man swept in front of them. He was broad shouldered with shoulder long black hair and clear blue eyes.

„Now, now Aemond Targaryen!“ the man laughed and held out his hand. It was Borros Baratheon, the current head of the Storms End company, a man she strongly disliked for many reasons. Sadly, she had to interact with him regularly on a professional level. Before he was able to say anything to her someone took her hand and tugged on it.

„Come, I want to show you the balcony.“ the voice of a woman said. She looked at the woman, it was Helaena. Looking at Aemond for a moment she just nodded.

„Of course.“ Helaena dragged her to the balcony and stopped once they overlooked the city. Kings Landing was beautiful during the night, many lights were shining from all the buildings and even some of the smaller quarters of the city were alight. This city was never truly asleep, everywhere at any time people were making their way through the city and working.

„Thank you.“ she whispered softly as she leaned against the railing, looking down at the magnificent city.

„There is no need to thank me. I know how much you hate him.“ she hummed softly. Her eyes seemed distant, like she was somewhere completely different. She had been well acquainted with Helaena for most of the time she had worked for Otto Hightower, however their friendship had only begun shortly before Aemond had asked her to join him for the Gala.

They stood outside for what felt like half an hour, looking at the city and speaking hushed whispers, giggling softly at each other's jokes. Suddenly she realized that she was freezing and needed to get inside if she did not want to get hypothermic.

„Helaena? I need to get back inside, I am freezing.“ she muttered softly. Helaena just nodded and hummed.

She entered the warm hall again and felt her skin prickle at the warmth of the air. Now the next step was to find Aemond again, she did not want to be alone for too long. While walking through the crowd she greeted a few people politely and even held short conversations with them. Most of them she knew, having already met them at meetings or similar events. Out of nowhere a warm hand landed on the small of her back. She turned, fully expecting to see Aemond but she was wrong, very wrong. It was Jason Lannister.

„How nice it is to see you here!“ he greeted her with a polite smile, his hand not leaving the small of her back the whole time.

„Mr. Lannister, it is a pleasure to see you.“ she nodded politely, trying to writhe her way away from his hand, but it stayed there, moving up to her hip. It was easy to smell that the man was drunk out of his mind, his breath reeking of alcohol.

„Now tell me, doll. What did Aemond Targaryen promise you if you showed up here with him?“ Now she heard that his speech was slurred, only confirming her theory.

„I do not quite understand what you are talking about, Mr. Lannister.“ she felt how his grip on her hip only got more intense.

„You know, did he promise you money? Maybe a promotion? Or a good fuck? Because the last thing he can‘t give you, however I know someone that might.“ his face was dangerously close to hers now and she felt like she was about to throw up as her brain fully processed what the man had just said. As he was about to press his lips against her he was pulled back from her, it was such an aggressive pull that she stumbled back slightly.

„Back off Lannister. She does not want to talk to you.“ Aemond hissed as he wrapped his arm around her waist, still placing himself slightly in front of her. Before Jason Lannister was able to say anything to her or Aemond, Aemond pulled her away and into the crowd.

After they had put a good distance between them and Jason Lannister, Aemond let go of her.

„Are you okay?“ he took her hand and looked her in the eyes. For a moment she was contemplating lying to him, telling him that she was okay that this had not affected her in the slightest, but it had. It had scared her and she felt like she was about to throw up.

She just quietly shook her head and took a step closer to him, Aemond understood the gesture and pulled her into a warm embrace.

„Alright, let's find you a place to sit down.“ he took her hand and guided her through the crowd to one of the tables. He sat her down on the chair in front of him and gently rubbed her arm as he scanned the crowd. She tried to follow his gaze, she spotted the same person he did or rather the two people. It was Aegon and Otto Hightower: Aemond shouted Aegon‘s name and the man turned right away. Aemond waved his hand, signaling him to come over, Otto Hightower followed behind his grandson. As they arrived Otto‘s eyes immediately fell on the young woman sitting on the chair, she looked like a scared deer, eyes glossed over and hands shaking.

„What happened?“ he asked right away as they arrived. His face was hard and he seemed displeased.

„Jason Lannister happened,“ Aemond snarled. Otto raised one of eyebrows, Aemond leaned in and whispered in his grandfather‘s ear. His expression became furious.

„I will get one of the security people to deal with him.“ Otto disappeared after that. Aegon now stood there, looking like he had no idea what to do.

„And what do you need me for?“ Aegon asked.

„Get two lemon cakes from the buffet.“ Aemond‘s voice was commanding and Aegon quickly obliged.

The rest of the evening went by without incident. Jason Lannister had been escorted out of the building by a group of security people and no one else had dared to come near her after that, the fact that she was attached to Aemond‘s arm for the rest of the evening probably also played its part.

Just like Aemond had said the speeches were boring, but she just let her thoughts wander during that time. After the buffet had opened and people had started dancing, the shock of the encounter with Jason Lannister slipped off her like a blanket and she began to enjoy herself. While she was chatting with Helaena she looked over at Aemond who was just speaking to Criston Cole, one of the private security people of the Targaryen family. He looked a lot more relaxed now, but there was still a certain tension in his shoulders.

As he returned to the table she got up from her seat.

„Is everything alright?“ Aemond asked, surprised that she seemed to get up so abruptly.

„Yes, I just wanted to ask if you wanted to dance?“ she smiled at him, this request seemed to have taken him by surprise.

„Of course, why not?“ he smiled and took her hand. As they reached the dance floor a more upbeat song started playing. Aemond twirled her as they danced to the song. Moving towards each other, then apart again, twirling and turning. She laughed as Aemond dipped her down and pulled her up again. They continued like that for what felt like hours. She was in a bliss of pure enjoyment, especially when the slower songs played and he would place his hands on her hips and just gently sway with her. As one song came to an end she looked up at him, seeing how he looked down at her with an unreadable expression, but it was not unfamiliar, he looked at her like he had looked at her in the elevator. Then suddenly he leaned down and gently kissed her, their lips met and she was unable to breath for a moment, she was shocked, but in a pleasant way. He pulled away again, a soft smile on his lips as she looked up at him with big eyes.

„I hope that was okay.“ he whispered softly as they continued to dance.

„It was.“ she laughed softly.

The rest of the evening they danced, they danced and laughed. Aemond knew that it would not be easy for him, but courage was a first step in the right direction.

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Chapter 2: The Stormheart

Following the birth of the Princess Visenya Velaryon the King decided to host a tourney in honour of the girl's birth. Many believed that the King had already taken a liking towards the little girl before she had even been able to speak. The tourney was grand and almost reminded many of the tourney that King Viserys had held when his beloved wife Aemma had still been alive, in honour of the birth of his heir.

The young girl was very much a mirror of the long gone Queen Visenya, that was at least what the King often spoke off. No one could say if it might have been a hope that the King had or if it was his passion for the histories speaking at that point. However, as the girl grew people began to see the resemblance; many saw the same sharp face in paintings and tapestries and books when walking down the corridors of the Red Keep. Some people even spoke of Queen Visenya come again in the form of a little girl.

Her mother, the Princess Rhaenyra, often took the girl on flights on her dragon Syrax, even when her daughter was still very young and fragile. This led to a faszination for dragons that the little girl had. When unsupervised she often snuck into the Dragonpit and looked at the dragons, however none of them ever bonded to her.

The court soon realised that the Princess was not only a favourite of the King, but also of her father, Ser Laenor Velaryon. He was often seen with the girl, even later on in her life. Many days he would take her with him to the training grounds or play with her. It is said that the girl had taken over the heart of the young man. Even if their characters were different in nature and Visenya was filled with a lot more spirit than her father, he taught her to appreciate the nicer things of life.

Many said that Princess Visenya resembled the Dragon in every way possible. From her head of silver hair and her bright lilac eyes that shone in the sun like crystals to her fierce, restless and calculating personality, she was every inch a Dragon of the House Targaryen. Some said that this made her seem even more like the long gone Queen Visenya and even more compared her to her mother‘s uncle Daemon. So it came as a surprise to everyone when the dragon egg that had been placed in her cradle never hatched. This not only led to rumours at court, but also the friendship she had with her young Uncle, Aemond Targaryen.

Besides that the common folk gave her a nickname, just like they had given many other Targaryens before her. They had given her name, 'The Stormheart‘; this name did not only originate from her personality, but also the weather on the day of her birth. Many said that the storm that had wrecked through Kings Landing that night had been an omen of the Gods, showing who the girl would become. However the nickname ‚Stromheart‘ was not the only nickname she would be given by the small folk of Kings Landing. Others called her ‚Heart of the sea‘; this name came from the close relationship she and her beloved father had.

Still, there was one nickname that was to come for her. This name only came later on in her life and only once the Dance of Dragons had truly begun, even if the seeds of it had begun to be sown much earlier: ‚The blood dragon‘. This name is said to be a result of her actions during the Dance of Dragons as well as the rumours that she, just like her namesake, mingled with blood magic.

Even if the name ‚Blood Dragon‘ awoke fear of anyone who heard it, the Princess was well liked as a young girl, not only by even unlikely members of court, but also by the small folk of Kings Landing and the lands beyond.

Only a year after the birth of her first daughter Princess Rhaenyra gave birth to another child. Prince Jacaerys Velaryon was very different from his older sister, not only in personality, but also in looks, which led to many different rumours about the legitimacy of both Prince Jacaerys and Princess Visenya. Princess Visenya took a strong liking towards her younger brother and their bond was unmistakable. Even after the birth of Prince Lucerys the bond between the two siblings remained strong, only that they now shared one more common goal; to protect their family.

-Archmaester Gyldayn

She stood there in silence, looking at the sky, looking around the courtyard and the castle. It was silent, the sun had begun to set only some time ago and she already felt the warmth of the day vanishing. This was her home, the only home she had ever known and yet at times it felt so distant. She did not feel like she belonged there between the snakes of court and the anger that had risen among the people. The hatred of the Queen that was so clearly boiling for her own mother and the men at court that did not see her mother as the rightful heir to the Iron Throne. The rumours about herself and her beloved brothers being bastards. It was all there, all in the Red Keep, in her home, a place that should be safe.

The courtyard was empty and she could see her own breath in the cool evening air. It was quiet now, the only thing she heard was the sound of voices from inside the Keep. With a sigh she placed the wooden sword beside all the other wooden swords and made her way inside. As she stepped through the doors she looked around: the corridor was empty, void of any people and warmth. The red walls were familiar to her, she always felt like they were calling out to her, trying to pull her in. As she continued down the corridor, which led to her rooms she looked around, guards were passing her, bowing slightly once they recognized her.

Suddenly, laughter echoed down the corridor, she turned around as she wanted to know who was descending down the corridor. A loud laugh escaped her lungs as she saw her beloved father and younger brother.

„Father!“ she exclaimed and started running towards him. With a loud laugh she jumped into his arms and he caught her with ease. The girl had always loved her father, the man that had taught her how to read and so patiently waited for her to understand Cyvasse. The man who had comforted her when she had dreams of dragons, of blood, of fire and of war. He had always been there, always protected her and always given her love.

„Visenya,“ he smiled softly as he sat her down again. „What are you doing here alone?“ he asked softly as he stroked through her silver hair.

„I just took a walk.“ she smiled at her father. For a moment there was just silence. Her father raised one eyebrow and before he could say anything another voice arose.

„And your guard did not join you?“ Jacaerys asked suddenly. It was almost like a storm of fire took over Visenya‘s eyes as she glared at her younger brother. He knew that Visenya had found a very good way to get rid of her guards and enjoy some alone time. A long time ago she had found the hidden corridors in the Keep, the passageways built into the Keep by Maegor. She had started to explore them and now knew they maze inside the castle like the back of her hand. One night she had decided to show Jacaerys the corridors, especially the ones that lead from their rooms to the other ones rooms and the corridors that lead from their rooms to the courtyard.

„That is a good question, Jace…“ Laenor looked at his daughter with a slightly amused expression. He knew that she hated it that she was followed everywhere at any time.

„I might have snuck past him…“ Visenya looked at her feet, she knew that her father would not get angry with her, however she also knew that he would tell her mother and she would be angry about it.

Laenor sighed and shook his head. „You know that you have to be accompanied by someone!“ he paused then continued, „But I know that you know that so…“

„Please don‘t tell mother!“ Visenya looked her father in the eyes.

„Only if you promise not to sneak past your guard again.“ Laenor bent down to his daughter.

„I promise!“ She looked at her father, a bit of fear in her eyes since she knew her mother would not be happy about it and would probably place Ser Harwin at her rooms again, which made it impossible to sneak past him, even through the secret corridors since he heard everything, even behind closed doors.

„Well, then I will not tell her, but come now. Your mother wants to tell you something.“ Laenor took her hand, just like he had taken Jace‘s hand and continued to walk.

Visenya looked ahead her eyes fixed on the shadows, there he was again, the figure that had been following her around for as long as the young girl could remember; his long, black robes seemed to drag across the floor as he moved, but she never heard him, his pale hands always seemed to be reaching out for her, but she never felt his touch. It was strange and yet she did not fear him. The figure had never harmed her, in fact, he was the only reason why she was never afraid to be alone, well that was now.

When she was young she had been afraid of him, scared that he might hurt her once someone turned their back on them. After some time, however, she realised that he would not hurt her; he had in fact protected her on more than one occasion. Now he was just a silent companion wherever she went.

„Will you be coming to the Dragonpit with us tomorrow?“ Jace ripped her from her thoughts.

„Who will be coming along?“ she asked her brother, turning her gaze from the shadow in the corner of the corridor.

„Luce, Aegon, Aemond and me.“ Jace grinned, „I will be training Vermax and maybe Luce can see Arrax.“

Visenya contemplated for a moment, she knew that her brothers loved showing her how far they had come with training their dragons, but to her it always felt like a sting to her identity. She did not have a dragon, the egg placed in her cradle had not hatched and it seemed like no dragon housed in the Dragonpit had taken interest in her. For a moment she wanted to say that she would not be joining them, then she remembered that Aemond had the same problem and maybe even the same feelings about this and he was still joining them. A few hours with Aemond‘s company would not hurt, especially not when they were at the Dragonpit and could maybe annoy the Dragonkeepers by asking them a bunch of questions they did not want to answer.

„Why not, it might be fun,“ she smiled and shrugged.

They finally arrived at their parent‘s chambers. Laenor let go of their hands and pushed the door leading to the large room open.

As they entered their mother was sitting on one of the many sofas, their youngest brother sitting beside her.

„Ah finally! You three like to take your dear time.“ Their mother laughed and leaned back.

„Yes, I am so sorry, but collecting both of them took some time.“ their father laughed and shooed them towards the sofa.

As both Visenya and Jace sat down beside their mother they stared at her with big eyes and waited for her to tell them what the reason was their father had to bring them to her room in the late evening.

„So,“ their mother paused for a moment and smiled at them. „What would the three of you say if I told you that you would be having another sibling?“ she gently nudged Jace and Luce who had taken a seat directly next to her.

„That would be great! We could pick another egg and we have someone else to play with!“ Luce smiled broadly.

„Luce, that was not a real question.“ Visenya whispered in her brother's ear, „Mother is with child again.“ He looked at her with big eyes and suddenly let out a quiet squeal.

„Is it going to be a boy or a girl?“ Jace asked excitedly. His eyes shone with anticipation, both Visenya and he still remembered, even if the memory was a bit foggy, when their mother told them she was pregnant with Luce.

„There is no way one can predict that.“ Rhaenyra smiled at her children, gently ruffling through the boys‘ hair and strocing Visenya‘s cheek.

„Well I hope it is going to be a boy! I want another brother!“ Luce announced.

„What would be wrong with another sister?“ Visenya snapped. Both her father and mother looked at her with a warning glance.

„Well, we could train with another brother, right? And a sister would be more interested in dresses and ways to do her hair!“ Luce stated.

„Just because someone is a girl does not mean that they cannot fight! I am also a girl and you seem content with me.“ Visenya argued back. Rhaenyra and Laenor shared an exhausted glance, but did not say anything.

„But for another example Queen Visenya was crucial to the conquest, just like her sister Rhaenys. Both of them fought in the conquest and were partially the reason why Aegon was even able to conquer and unite the kingdoms!“ Visenya said, her eyes drilled on her youngest brother.

„Alright, I guess a sister would not be too bad…“ Luce looked to the side, feeling bad about having said that he would prefer a brother over a sister.

Visenya did not respond, just hummed and gave him a triumphant smile.

„Alright, the three of you. It is time you go to bed.“ Rhaenyra laughed softly, gently pushing her children off the sofa.

As the children made their way to the door, Visenya turned around once more, looking at her mother sitting there, her father standing behind her, a hand placed on her shoulder. They looked happy, they looked like the image of a King and a Queen, but deep down Visenya knew that it would not be that easy. Her father took his hand off of her mother‘s shoulder and followed them, he closed the door behind him as he exited.

„Will there be war once grandfather dies?“ Visenya asked softly. She looked up at her father who seemed to have gone pale at the question.

„No, everything will be fine.“ he reassured her as he took her hand to bring his children to bed. Visenya looked into the shadows and saw the figure shaking his head, it was like he was disagreeing with what her father had said, but Visenya shook her head to get those dreadful thoughts off her mind.

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Their palms were pressed together and the seven Gods had their eyes turned on the children. The promise that they made that night would become an advantage and their worst weakness, however during that night they were only two lonely children seeking a friend.

Rhaenyra‘s oldest child is a daughter that is said to be the conquerors first wife reborn, a young girl full of spirit and blessed with dreams of dragons. When the conflict over the iron throne solidifies everyone takes sides, but what happens when this Visenya meets her Dorne? A person unbowed, unbent, unbroken? However is this truly Dorne for her or only the storm she will have to fly through before finding her way home?

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Prologe: The light of the Gods

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Oc

No real warnings apply to this yet, but some future chapters will have to include warnings to different topics.

Summary: Aemond and Visenya, two dragonless dragons. Their friendship a close one and their future webbed tightly without them realizing it.

All the grammar and spelling mistakes are my own and please forgive since English is not my first language

Laughter echoed in the dragonpit as the two groups of siblings ran through the sand. The dragon keepers watched them keenly, not wanting any of them to get injured. The two older boys and the girl looked similar to each other, making it easy to think of them as siblings, but they were not. The girl with the silvery blonde hair was the older sister of the two boys with the dark brown curls that were rumoured to be bastards. Her legitimacy had not been questioned before her birth, but when the dragon egg that she had been given at birth had not hatched whispers had become louder and louder over time. These rumours had only gotten worse when her younger brothers had come to the world with brown curls and a complexion similar to the commander of the city watch.

Aemond pushed her over by accident. She fell to the ground and let out a surprised squeal as she hit the ground. Her brothers stopped playing with their older uncle and turned to look at the younger one of their uncles. Aemond was already turning around again to help her get up again, but the fire was already burning in their eyes as they came charging at the boy. The girl was not crying or bleeding, the fall had been rather soft since the floor of the dragon pit had been laid out with sand. She looked up and saw her brothers charging at Aemond, she wanted to shout at them, but not when Aegon was there. He would use everything that he had against them.

Aegon just stood there, surprised by the action of his young nephews. Jacaerys was the first one to tackle Aemond to the ground. He held him down and Lucerys stopped beside his brother to look at his uncle. Aemond was fighting back, but Jace was putting all of his weight on the other boy.

She quickly got up, dusted her black dress and made her way to her brothers. Her stride was swift, but not in haste, her face calm and filled with generosity. Aegon swallowed as he watched his young niece walk over to them, she was not as strong as her brothers, but she held a certain regal air about herself that made him shiver. He, of course, would never admit that his little niece intimidated him. He looked back at his young nephews pinning Aemond to the ground and Jacaerys was snarling at him.

„Get off of him, Jace.“ Her voice was still kind and low, but held a firmness to it that made Jace get up right away and look at his sister.

„Are you alright?“ she asked Aemond who quickly got up and nodded hastily. She looked at her brothers and her mouth became a thin line. „I do appreciate that you try to protect me, brother.“ she paused and placed her hands on her brother's shoulders. „What I do not appreciate so much is you trying to hurt Aemond.“

Jace just nodded at his sister, looking to the side slightly. Even if she was barely a year older than him he still felt like his mother was scolding him when she was sometimes talking to him.

Before any other words could be exchanged a member of the Kingsguard entered the Dragonpit. His white cloak swirling around him and making him look a lot more intimidating. It was not Ser Criston Cole, a man that the young girl had never liked or enjoyed the presence of. She recognized the man as he took off his helmet and bowed to the children. It was Ser Harrold Westerling, a good knight and a man that was loyal to her beloved mother. That was something she had understood from an early age; not everyone is devoted to her mother, some talk behind her back and others try to usurp her throne. Only some were devoted to her the way Ser Harrold was.

„Princess, Prince Jacaerys, Prince Lucerys, Prince Aemond, Prince Aegon.“ he nodded in the direction of everyone. „Princess Rhaenyra requests her children to return to the Keep with me.“ he gave the three children a kind smile as Jacaerys took his older sister‘s hand and she reached out to take Lucerys by the hand. It was something that they had started doing when they had once been seperated in a crowd and Luce had gone missing for a while because of that.

„Is mother alright?“ the girl asked as she and her brothers walked by Ser Harrolds side. There was a short moment of silence before the man answered.

„Yes, your mother is quite alright. She has just begun her labors and wants you close by and not roaming around the city somewhere.“ the older man smiled kindly at the young girl who just nodded and continued to trot beside the knight and her brothers.

Three horses came into view, two of them mounted by a knight of the guard, not the city watch, but the guard of the Keep. The girl understood what this meant, they needed to make haste and there was no time for getting the chariot ready. She was usually riding in it while her brothers were a lot more used to riding on horseback.

As soon as the three children got into view the guards dismounted their horses and bowed to them as they arrived where they had been waiting. Her brothers let go of her hands as they made their way to the two other guards. They had not talked about it, but she knew that they wanted her to be as safe as possible and where would that be except for the back of the horse of the commander of the Kingsguard.

Ser Harrold helped her mount the horse and then placed himself behind her on the horse. It was a great black stallion that seemed to be rather restless. She held onto the saddle of the horse as Ser Harrold urged it to move. The two other horses followed closely and they rushed through the streets of Kinglanding.

They soon arrived back at the Keep and the children were left to their own devices again. The young girl started to wander through the halls of the keep after the knights had let them go. Her eyes were focused on the path ahead of her as she made her way through the winding paths of the castle, up stairwells and through doors. She heard loud screaming coming from the chamber that she knew her mother resided in and she felt her heart shatter. The birth of her youngest brother had occurred when she had only been a babe herself and the event was not present in her memory. She wanted to enter the chamber, but she knew that she would only be ushered out again by the look on the guards face as she passed by.

With slow steps she returned to the place that always brought her comfort. The sound of wind rustling through the leaves of the tree in the gardens brought her peace, the weirwood tree was large enough to comfortably rest against. Her eyes opened as she heard footsteps approaching her.

Before her stood Aemond, his hair looked a little bit untidy and his expression was not the happiest, however as soon as a bright smile spread across the girl‘s face his expression lightened as well.

„Come, sit with me Aemond. It is rather nice to clear the mind.“

He sat down beside her and enjoyed how she just looked up into the leaves of the tree. Her hair was braided and falling over her shoulder. This was more practical than pretty, but Aemond could not care less, he liked her. He liked her more than her brothers and his own brother. The only person that he liked similarly to her was his own sister Helaena. The two girls were special in their own way, Helaena lived in a world of her own while Visenya was unable to let go of the world around her. He could see it in her eyes how painfully aware she was of everything.

„I am sorry for pushing you over earlier today.“ he spoke softly and he meant it. It had not been his intention that she would fall.

„You do not have to apologize, Aemond. I did not get hurt and everything is well. Things like these happen and as long as no one is seriously injured everything is fine.“

„How is it that you are not upset that your dragon did not hatch?“ the question blurted out of him. He did not even have time to think about it properly, it had just been burning on his mind for so long. His brother and her brothers always mocked him for not having a dragon and he felt bad about it, he wanted nothing more than to fly through the sky on the back of the beasts that brought their house to its current glory.

„I do not see it as something to be ashamed of, you see.“ there was a moment where she paused, Aemond was sometimes not sure if she was truly two years younger than him or if she was two years older than him, because he knew that she was younger than him, but what she said could also come from one of the many maesters living at the Keep. „I see it as an opportunity. You could not have the chance to claim an older dragon, a wiser or more experienced dragon if you were to have a dragon hatch in your cradle. You should wait and maybe one day the opportunity of claiming an older dragon might arise for you.“ she just smiled at him and closed her eyes after he did not respond.

Aemond just sat there for a while and listened to the wind howling over the shore that was so close to the Keep. He too could feel his eyelids getting heavy and he slipped into a light slumber beside his greatest friend.

Both of the children were awoken by the relieved laughter of two men. Visenya opened her eyes and shot up from where she had just been sleeping. There stood her beloved father, Laenor Velaryon and her mother‘s sworn protector Ser Harwin Strong. A smile spread across her face as her father came closer to her and helped her get up from beneath the weirwood tree. Aemond also got up and awkwardly smiled at the two knights.

„There you are, my little dove. We have been worried about you.“ Laenor gently stroked his daughter's cheek as he bowed down to her. With careful motions he picked a leaf from her dress and held it up to her. His eyes were as kind as they could be and Aemond could feel a pang of jealousy in his chest. He was happy for her that she was able to have such a good relationship with her father, his adoration for his children never seizing, but he wanted to have the same relationship with his father, but it always felt like his father forgot that they even existed.

“Come, my dove.'' Laenor gently placed his hand on her back and guided her towards the commander of the citywatch. His golden cloak loosely wrapped around his shoulder and his dark brown curls framed his face. Visenya turned to look at Aemond and waved at him while leaving him standing at the weirwood tree.

“Your mother has finished her labours. She will be happy to see you.” Laenor spoke softly as he, his daughter and Ser Harwin were walking through the Keep. People nodded at them with kind expressions.

“Is she alright?” the young girl asked, knowing that the battlefield of the birthing bed would inevitably become her own.

“She is exhausted and needs rest, but she is alright.” Laenor spoke kindly to his daughter. Sometimes he wondered if she had been born with the soul of an old god, she was aware of things that some people that were of age did not even see. After a long pause Laenor looked at Ser Harwin who just nodded at the man and smiled kindly.

“Please stay with Ser Harwin, Visenya. I will go and fetch the boys.”

With that Laenor disappeared down the corridor and a comfortable silence fell over the pair. Visenya had taken a seat on one of the many stone benches that were scattered all over the castle. Her eyes looked into the sky, then darted to one side and the other.

“Are you my father, Ser Harwin?” her voice was soft, careful not to be heard. She knew that this question was a risk to ask in general, but she wanted to know, she had to know.

The knight looked at her, slightly taken back by the very direct question that the girl had asked him. He knew that he could not tell her what he had wanted to tell her and her brothers for ages. He knew that no matter what he would say to her at this given moment she would still see Ser Laenor Velaryon as her lawful father, there was no doubting it. The young girl loved Ser Laenor more than anything in this world, she loved him dearly and spent many days with him in the library or watching him train in the courtyard. From what he knew about the girl she was probably aware of her fathers preferences and was also aware that Ser Laenor was not her true father.

“Princess, with all due respect…” he was interrupted by her as he said this.

“Most people say this when they are about to say something rather disrespectful, but please go ahead.” she smiled at the man. They had a good relationship. She was not as close to the knight as her brothers, but their relationship was still a good one.

With a sigh Harwin just continued, “I am by no means related to you.” He looked at her with a kind smile, the same smile that her brothers had. She just nodded and smiled at him.

Finally all of them got into the room where their mother was now holding their youngest brother, Joffrey Velaryon he was named.

None of the children even dreamed of the things that would ensue only shortly after the birth of their beloved new brother. None of them except Princess Visenya. She had smelled it in the air when news had come from Driftmark that her beloved aunt had passed away. She had seen in the way her mother had cried that night that this death was only one of many that would follow. During that night she had first prayed to the Stranger. It was the first time that it had come to her mind and the Stranger, endeared by the girl, did listen to her, however no one could escape his grasp even if he wanted to spare them.

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Currently working on something for Aemond:

"She had known him since they had been children. His face was now drained of all the joy that it once had held, this joy however was replaced by a menacing expression. He lifted his glass up, looking around the table, a smirk spreading across his face as he met her gaze. His one eye twinkling as she just lifted her cup in response. This night would be an interesting one, just as the rest of their stay at the Red Keep would be."

That is part of the I think second chapter since the first chapter is going to be a prolouge of sorts.

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In another time pt. 1

Bucky x reader

Content: loss, grief, World War 2, 1940‘s Bucky, love, engagement, losing a lover

This is not beta read, but I for once actually proof read something, please bear with me

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1940‘s

You looked at your fiance with wide eyes and your mouth slightly opened. Anger was rising in your chest and you wanted to punch him so hard that he would not be able to get up anymore. You had known that it would happen sooner than later, but it still hurt. You knew it was not his fault, you knew that Bucky was only doing the right thing and it was his duty to his country, to your country. He was a good man and you knew that war might not be for good men, but he would make a difference.

„James…“ his smile faded, you never called him James unless it was serious. The only time you had called him James before had been the day you had told him that your father disapproved of your engagement. „I thought that there would still be enough time for us to get married.“ your voice was weak. It was true, you had wanted to get married before he would be deployed, he had promised it and now here he was, telling you that he would be leaving New York by the end of the week.

„We could still get married…“ he smiled one of his charming crooked smiles that had made you fall for him. His eyes were sparkling and he looked so happy that he had come up with this idea. „Steve could be my best man and your sister could be your maid of honor. Or we could just go and get it officiated now, there is no one stopping us.“ he laughed softly.

You felt a heavy weight settling on your shoulders. It was pressing down on you and you wanted nothing more than to tell him to stay home, however you also knew that you would not let him be declared a deserter.

„No, let‘s wait until this war is over. Then we can have a proper wedding. With Rebecca as the flower girl, our parents there, Steve can still be your best man and my sister can still be the maid of honor, but maybe then we can have it in peace as well.“ You whispered. Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him.

„Where we first met?“ he asked, a grin spreading on his face, knowing fully well that where you both first met no wedding could be held. He had met you when he had tried to get Steve, a common friend of yours, out of trouble. It had all happened in an alleyway where you had been trying to keep the attacker off of Steve, but had not succeeded.

„No, in the nice chapel down on seventh.“ You nuzzled your face into his uniform and swayed with him. You had a feeling that this would not come true, you glanced over to the dress hanging from your shelf. It was supposed to be your wedding dress, your mother had handmade it for you and you had wanted to wear it, but things had now taken a different turn.

„Oh, that is a good idea. I really like the ceiling there, it looks very nice.“

You laughed at his comment and took a deep breath of his scent, trying to burn it into your mind, trying to force it to stay there until you would be able to see him again. Luckily you would still be able to tell him goodbye when he would leave at the end of the week, but it still hurt, knowing that you might never see him again after that.

The wind was blowing the salty air in your direction, tears were running down your cheeks as you let go of Bucky. Carefully you grabbed his face and pressed your forehead against his. A single tear was sliding down his cheek and it made your heart ache.

„Remember, I will follow you to the ends of this world and I will travel even further just to keep you safe.“ you whispered with teary eyes.

Bucky laughed, his laugh was a lot more watery than it was probably supposed to be.

„I think I should be the one saying this…“ he smiled softly.

„No, it is alright. You will not have to protect me, but rather help protect this world. Please come back to me in one piece.“ you laughed and kissed him.

„I promise.“ he answered breathlessly.

Your heart ached as you watched how he was walking away and onto the ship that was waiting for the soldiers. One last time he turned around and waved you goodbye.

You waved as well, the light blue dress you were wearing billowed in the wind that came from the sea.

You whispered to yourself, so silently that you were not sure if you actually said it or just thought:“ Don‘t go where I can‘t follow, James Buchanan Barnes.“

You sat in the back of one of the jeeps as you were making your way to the hilltop. Your hands were covered in blood and freezing cold. A soldier was laying at your feet, shaking from his injuries and the cold. You had already given him your jacket and tried to keep him as warm as possible while you were making your way up the hill. The team of nurses you had been working with had found the men among some other injured soldiers at a battlefield that seemed to be littered with bodies. You had tried to save these men and were now transporting most of them back up to the nearest camp of the allies.

„Is someone waiting for you at home?“ the soldier asked, his face was pale and his hand was cramped up around the bullet wound that went straight through his shoulder.

„No…he is out here somewhere…“ you answered him with a kind smile. „Well, my parents are home and they are waiting for me.“

He smiled and pulled out a picture of a girl from his pocket. „Please I want to sit up.“ he croaked out. You bent down and hauled him up so that he was sitting by your feet. „Thank you.“ he whispered. „See she is waiting for me at home. Her name is Mary and our son should be born in a few months.“ He smiled softly and pressed the picture to his chest, a faint smile on his pale lips. „We got married a few months before I had to leave…“ he spoke softly and it almost broke her heart. The wound to his shoulder was not fatal, but she was not sure which other injuries he had suffered from that were internal.

„Will I see her again?“ he asked, tears streaming down his face as he grabbed your hand tightly. „Will I see my Mary and my son again?“ he was crying and you had to hold back not to cry as well.

„Yes, Soldier. You will see them again. Just hang in there. We will be at the camp in a few moments, then everything will turn out fine.“

You looked up and could see the camp getting closer. The jeep was going faster now since it was not going uphill anymore. Shouting was coming from the camp and it seemed as if there was already some sort of issue at hand that they tried to deal with.

„Everything will be alright, Soldier.“ you got up from your seat and held on as tight as possible to the sides of the jeep and made your way over to a man that had sustained an injury to his eye and was probably going to lose said eye. He was staring into the void and you got ready to get him off the jeep.

The jeep stopped and a group of soldiers opened the back of it. Their faces looked sad as if they had just been told of a great loss, but you just pulled the man over your shoulder and heaved him off the jeep.

„Give him some clean bandages to put on his eye and tell your stationed nurses to not let him scratch it. If he does not touch it there might still be a chance to save the eye. Bathe the bullet wound in alcohol, whatever you have.“ you handed the man over to the soldier that looked a little bit flabbergasted to be ordered around by a nurse, but he just obliged. The other nurses had been spread on the other jeeps and there were about three wounded soldiers per jeep. However, the biggest issue was that some of the nurses belonging to your group had been killed in an ambush two weeks ago and there had not been sent reinforcements, which meant that there were less nurses and more injured soldiers.

„Can you walk?“ you asked the man you had just been speaking to. He just nodded and started to slide off the jeep, slowly wobbling after the soldier that was carrying the other man to one of the tents.

The last man that was in the jeep was unconscious and was running colder and colder by the minute. With shaking hands you pulled him closer to you and hauled him over your back and your shoulders. Suddenly you realized something, you had gotten stronger over the last months. Carrying equipment and injured men daily had made you stronger and you knew that it would come in handy sooner or later.

As you carried the man towards the tent you caught a part of the conversation two men had. Only two words and your heart almost jumped out of your throat. ‚Sergeant Barnes‘, Bucky was maybe here.

After you had put the man on one of the cots and the nurses that had been stationed there told you to rest a little since to put it in her words:‘ looked a little bit pale, hungry and shaken.‘ Slowly you made your way out of the tent and started to look for a place to wash your hands. You found a bucket filled with some dirty and grimy looking water, sighing you started to wash your hands, scrubbing hard and trying to get away the dried blood.

„(Y/N)?“ The voice was confused and happy at the same time. You recognized it right away and spun around with a bright smile on your face. It was the first time in what felt like months that you were truly glad to see someone. Steve stood there, the blue and white and red suit looked worn and dirty and so did he. There was something sad about his expression, that you could not quite place. His usually bright eyes looked glossy and sunken into his skull.

„Steve!“ You cried out and laughed. You had heard of the Howling commandos and had also heard that Steve and Bucky were part of it. Meaning that wherever Steve was Bucky was nearby.

„Steve! I am so glad to see you and I do not want to seem impolite, but where is Bucky?“ excitement filled your voice. You had been longing to see him for ages and you knew that he would be glad to see you as well.

Steve‘s expression seemed rather neutral, but sad. He turned his head away from you and looked at the ground.

„Steve?“ you asked. A feeling settling in your stomach that this could not mean something good, not even remotely so. Your heart clenched and you reached out to grab his shoulder.

„Steve?“ you repeat yourself, knowing fully well that the answer is going to be heart shattering.

„I am sorry…(Y/N)…Bucky is…he is gone.“ he whispered.

Knowing it was different from hearing it from another person. A sob left your gut and you started crying. Big, ugly tears were running down your cheeks as you looked at Steve. Sob after sob was wrecking your body, it was a miracle that you did not scream. It was a miracle that you did not try to charge at Steve. It was a miracle that you did not let yourself fall to the ground and never get up again. You just swallowed hard and let the sobs wreck through your body as Steve pulled you into a tight hug.

He knew what you were feeling. He had loved Bucky, maybe not the same way you had loved him, but he had loved Bucky and he had lost a good friend. Steve tried to soothe you and only succeeded partially. After he let you go you swore to everything that was dear to you that you would make H.Y.D.R.A pay for what they did. You did not care how long it took or what measures were required, the only thing that you wanted at that moment was vengeance.

The war was over and you had finally been able to return home. However, home was not the same anymore without Bucky. Your apartment felt empty, the dress was still hanging on your shelf where you had left it and it would continue to hang there for the years to come, never touched, only dusted.

Your friends were dead and the only person you had was the widow of the man you had promised to bring home. Mary was a good woman and needed help after losing her husband to the war. The two of you worked together and helped each other to come to terms with the loss. Mary made you the Godmother of her son who she had named Christopher. When you were not with Mary you were out and about. Trying to help as many people as possible, that‘s how you ended up working for Howard Stark and the SSR. However your time away from work and from Mary you spent the same.

Every night you would go to his grafe, an empty grave, cleaning it and lighting the candles. They had never found his body, never brought him home. Every night, shortly before you would leave you would repeat the same thing over and over again.

„Maybe in another time we will meet again, maybe in another life.“

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When things fall apart

Larys x reader, Harwin x reader

Contents: angst, cheating, bitter!reader, emotional manipulation, Larys is a content warning in the first place, nightmares, foreshadowing

Requested by: @blackcat419

I hope I captured this request well…I am not sure if I was able to capture the whole dynamic well, but I think I did so have fun

The silence in your chambers was deafening. The empty side of your bed is colder than it had ever been before. You sat there, alone, tired and lonely in your chambers, with wind and rain splashing against the windows. It had broken your heart, when you had found out about the true reason why your husband had not come to your shared chambers for so many nights. Why he was gone for so many nights and so vehemently refused to bed you.

A single tear ran down your cheeks as you stared at the empty place in your bed, wrapping your arms around yourself as you laid back down on the soft bed, burying your face in your pillow and closing your eyes once again.

You didn‘t know if you had fallen back asleep or if you had just laid there, calmly until a knock on the door echoed through the chambers. No response came from you. There was another knock, then the door opened slowly. A young maid slipped into your room, her dress rustling as she made her way over to your bedside.

„My Lady?“ her soft voice called and she gently put her hand on her Lady‘s shoulder. You turned around and looked at the maid. She pulled back her hand from your shoulder and smiled at you. „My Lady, Lord Larys requests to break fast with you.“ she folded her hands over her stomach and smiled kindly at you.

„Ah, yes. Of course, I forgot that the new moon had already started again.“ you sat up and pulled the blanket from your legs. Getting up you made your way over to the chair standing in the chambers.

The maid helped you out of the night shift you had worn and put on a new dress. It was nice, the colour it bore was of the leaves of the trees when spring had only newly arrived, with embroideries in the colour of gold and in the shape of vines winding up the dress and around the hems of the dress.

After putting on the dress you sat down and the maid got to work on your hair. She brushed it and after having untangled the knots in your hair she started to braid it to the back of your head. The hairstyle was beautiful and elaborate.

„Thank you, Lorelai. That would be everything for now. If I need anything I will call for you.“ You got up from your chair. The young maid nodded and bowed, leaving you alone in the room for a few short moments. Shortly after she left you made your way out of the door and towards the chambers of your brother in law.

The halls were rather empty and some of the wind was pushing the rain into some of the passages of the Red Keep. While walking to the chambers of your dearest friend you felt a strange sort of excitement rising in your chest. In the last few months you had spent many hours speaking and laughing together.

When you reached your destination you knocked softly, waiting for a response.

„Come!“ A numbed voice called from the other side of the door.

You entered slowly, closing the door behind you. Larys was sitting at the table. The two of you had taken many meals together, it was decked with many different dishes and kinds of bread. He was slightly hunched over, but his face was painted with a kind smile.

„Ah! (Y/N), there you are, I already feared that you would not come at all, forgetting your dearest friend!“ he smiled at you, but stayed seated.

You smiled and shook your head. „I would never forget you.“ Walking over to him, you bend down and gently kissed his cheek, before settling in your own chair.

„Tell me, what have been up to as of late. It seems like you are quite busy.“ you took one of the slices of the bread and some of the cheese that had been laid out on the table.

„Oh, it is nothing of importance, just this and that. But how have you been? Word reached me that my brother had been spending less and less time with you…“ he paused, knowing that this was a sore spot for his friend.

You laughed bitterly. It was true, your husband was spending less and less time with you, his wife, and more and more time with Princess Rhaenyra, the woman he had sworn to protect, not to bed. With a slightly annoyed sigh you rubbed your eyes and took a huge swig of your wine.

„Well, as good as you can be when your husband is bedding the woman he swore to protect.“ you muttered under your breath and ate a piece of cheese.

„These are just rumors…“ Larys tries to soothe your emotions. With a snort you shook your head.

„For everyone else they might be. I am not blind nor am I stupid and I can put two and two together…“ you took another sip of your wine. „When he had the decency to come to sleep in our chambers after his nightly adventures I can still smell her perfume on him, I can see scratch and bite marks all over his body and when I look at her children and the spitting image of my husband looks back at me I am well aware that he is not as faithful as people would like him to be.“ you gripped your glass tighter. „These children, these images of him…they are not supposed to be her boys…they were supposed to be mine!“ you had to bite back your tears. You knew that this was not Larys‘ fault. He was just his brother and you should not be crying on his shoulder, but you felt such a deep connection to the younger one of the Strong brothers. While taking in a deep breath you looked at Larys. He looked angry, not at you, but rather at something or someone that was not there at that moment.

Slowly he reached out over the table and took your hand in his own, gently squeezing it and leaning on the table.

„It is not right what he does, but sooner or later he will pay for it. Not only for hurting you, but also for fathering bastards.“ He let go of your hand, leaned back in his chair, „But now let's speak of something merrier.“

And you did. Many laughs were shared between you while breaking fast. You spoke of your desire to visit your home again and of the many years you had spent a long while traveling the continent during your early childhood and had seen many curious things during that time.

He told you of some of the gossip that the Ladies of court had let slip while he was around and amused you with the newest secrets that some of the Ladies seemed to try to hide or of the knights and Lords they fancied.

As you were about to leave the chambers he got up from his chair as well and you walked over to him. He reached out with his free hand and gently touched your cheek, his hand rested on your cheek for a moment too long to be just a kind touch between two good friends. Larys seemed to have realized that as well and quickly drew back his hand. He looked so tired, he looked like he was burdened with something that no one could take off of him. Before you left Larys took your hand and gently kissed it.

„I hope we will see each other again soon.“ he smiled and let go of your hand.

„I do so as well.“ with that you left his chambers and wandered through the corridors of the Keep on your own. It was now a lot more crowded than when you had made your way to the chambers of Larys and the rain had stopped as well. People walked past you and greeted you with kind smiles and a nod. Many of them looked at you with pity in their eyes and you hated it. You hated that everyone seemed to pity you for one reason or another. Some pitied you because it was well known that you husband had little to no interest in you, others pitied you because even if you had been in Kings Landing for many years now, it seemed that you had not made any real friends, except for your husbands brother and he was more counted as family than a friend, others again pitied you because you had no children after a marriage that had already lasted over seven years. Your husband had at first, before you had both come to Kings Landing, seemed to really care about you and the chances of you falling pregnant seemed to be good, but here you were now, childless and with a husband that showed little to no interest in you.

As the day passed on and you had not seen a thing or heard a word from your husband you ventured to Larys‘s chambers again when the hour was getting late.

There you found him and found what you had longed for for so long. After talking to him for a while he held you. He held you and nothing else. It was the comfort of the warmth of another person that you had missed. Until it was late in the night he held you, he held you and you had almost fallen asleep in his arms, but soon you realized that you would have to return to your chambers and you did, even if you did so reluctantly.

When you entered your chambers you were not surprised to find them empty. With a sigh, you undid the braids in your hair and took off your dress, changed into your nightshift and crawled under the blanket. You laid there, alone and tired, you had a hard time falling asleep at night, every time you fell asleep, flames devoured you and there was no way to escape them.

You awoke, sweating and distressed with warm hands wrapped around your shoulders. Harwin was looking at you, his eyes wide and you stared at him, the shape of his body still in your mind as he pounded against the door in the flames that were trying to eat him up alive.

„You were screaming, are you alright?“ he asked as he sat back on the side of the bed.

You just stared blankly at him, not meeting his eyes or answering his question as he leaned back against the headboard. After a long moment of silence you decided that it was unfair to leave him wondering this whole time.

„I had a nightmare, nothing more.“ you answered and turned around again, wanting to go back to sleep. You did, you went back to sleep, ignoring the murmuring beside you in the bed.

You sat in your chambers as the letter had reached you. There was no grief in your heart, but there was also no joy in it. Ser Harwin and you had spent many years together, even if the last few years had not been the most pleasant ones, they were still in your heart and you still remembered all the joy you and him had felt together. There was still a certain bitterness in your heart.

With slow steps you wandered through the Keep and people gave you knowing looks. It was bitter, but it would be the end of the time you had spent in Kings Landing. Now you would be able to go home again, but you wanted to say goodbye to the one that had lent you comfort all these years.

Knocking on the door you awaited an answer. There came none and you could feel the beating of your heart in your throat, choking you.

„Larys…“ you croaxed through the door.

The door opened and Larys stood there, his face cold and distant.

„Lady Strong…my condolences. I heard of my brother's passing.“ He was about to close the door.

„Larys…“ your voice sounded so desperate, so pleading and fearful.

„Lady Strong…I believe that your departure from Kings Landing still requires some preparations, does it not?“ he asked.

You stood there, still stunned by the coldness of his words and indeed your preparations for your departure had been taken and it had taken quite some time. However now that everything had fallen apart, your eagerness to return home was not as great as it had once been.

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And in the end

Contents: established relationship, fluff, more fluff and even more fluff

Not beta read, please forgive me

Request by: @aphroditesmoon

I am not sure if I captured the Helaena-ish character of reader, but I tried my best… I hope you enjoy it!

The soft summer sun shone through the windows of the chamber that they were living in. The sheets of the bed were neatly made since the maids had worked their magic only a few moments ago, clearing away the rest of the dinner that had been left from the day before; clearing away dirty clothes; putting belongings and newly washed clothes away and leaving the chambers in a much better state than they had been in before.

You had been there when the maids had swept through the room, cleaning it in record time and then leaving again. However, their work had almost gone unnoticed by you. Since the early morning hours, you had been working on a new embroidery project that you wanted to finish until the next tourney. It was a mixture of the emblem of the house Strong, the house your husband had been born in, and your own house, the house of Arryn.

A warm hand fell on your shoulder from behind. You flinched slightly, but turned around and a broad smile formed on your lips as you saw who it was that had stepped behind you.

„My love, are you alright?“ His warm and deep voice was something that always seemed to wander deep into your soul.

You nodded and smiled at him. „Yes, I was just working.“ you gently leaned against him and closed your eyes. Harwin gently massaged your shoulders, rubbing small circles over your shoulders and softly caressing your neck with his thumbs.

„I see, it is beautiful.“ he complimented.

You giggled softly and turned your head to the side, burying it in the fabric of his tunic. After a few moments you felt how Harwin started to gently comb through your hair and untangled some of the knots that your maid had not been able to brush out.

Began to humm softly as he continued to brush through your hair. It was a song that you had heard many times at court and had taken a liking to it.

Harwin joined in, singing softly, the words to the song. Your heart danced while he sang, his voice was almost like honey dripping on freshly baked bread, it was wonderful and this was one of the many reasons you loved him.

For a moment he stopped brushing your hair and just sang, softly and kindly.

„Will you join me for a walk?“ Harwin asked, after he had stopped singing. He still kept his hands on your shoulders.

„Hmhmhh…“ you hummed and closed your eyes, leaning against him again. You did not want to get up or walk, you wanted to rest in your chambers, just being held by him, singing together and dancing.

„Is that a no?“ he asked, his tone slightly amused by his wifes tiredness.

„Yes,“ you muttered and got up from your chair.

You hugged him and held him close. Harwin wrapped his strong arms around you and gently started to sway from one side to the other. He smiled in your hair and kissed the top of your head. In this moment he just smiled and felt his heart jump and dance with happiness.

Harwin had at first not known how to deal with some of the quirks that his wonderful lady wife had, but now he would love her to the end of days. And in the end all of the things that had at first confused him about her made him love her even more now.

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I had an idea for a slow burn, rivals to lovers fan fic idea for Elrond, where they start out fighting for a higher position in Gil-Galad‘s court and as lovers…

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So my one-shot the wedding is also up on AO3 now!

I would like to apologize to every person that requested: I sadly broke my arm so it will take a lot more time than originally intended…

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Heya! I just wanted to say that I am also taking requests! Just message me for which character you want and the premise of the story.

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The two brothers pt. 2

Contents: established relationship, major character death, death of a spouse, grief, typical marrying habits of Westeros, children

Set five years after the first part

Also not beta read and not proof read

Note: This one has one of two possible endings, for now I decided to only post this one. If anyone wants the second possible ending, please just tell me and I will try to upload it soon. Otherwise, have fun

Things had changed after the birth of your oldest son. Three more children had followed in five years. Two more boys and the last one had been a little girl.

Warm sun was shining down on your face as you sat in the courtyard of the Keep. The laughter of your two oldest boys echoed off the walls as you held your little daughter in your arms. Harwin was playing with them, while teaching them how to use swords. The two were chasing him with two wooden swords in their hands. A soft laugh escaped your mouth as you watched how they jumped at Harwin and he hoisted them up in his arms, grinning brightly.

You heard the babbling voice of your third son and turned around. Larys was walking with him and holding his hand with one hand while leaning on his cane with the other. He was nodding along with the things your son babbled, a warm smile on his lips.

They came to a halt right beside you. Larys looked at his brother with a sad look in his eyes. You looked at Harwin, his hair was loosely hanging in his face as your oldest tackled him in another hug.

„They will see him as the father he truly is…“ he hummed softly as he took your hand. Your heart dropped and you looked at Larys, trying to supress the rising panic in your chest. There was no chance he had found out. You had been so careful, so careful that no one saw or heard, there was no chance that he had found out. „He has always been so good with children, making them laugh, making them smile. I am glad that they have him in their lives.“

Relief washed over you as you nodded. „But you have a great impact in their lives as well. Without you the boys would probably refuse to learn how to read and write. They enjoy spending time with you, I just believe that they are a little bit more wild in nature.“ You squeezed his hand reassuringly. Larys had changed after the children had been born. His anger did not boil up so easily anymore, he was calmer and even when he was angered he did not hurt people anymore. It had been a relief for you, the fear of him had started to lessen with every child born.

Larys smiled softly and nodded. „I have to agree on that with you. They are wild, but also intelligent boys. Jasper learned all the major houses names, sigils and words in only an hour of time. He seems to be very interested in going north as soon as he is old enough.“ Larys smiled, he was proud of the oldest boy and you knew that. Jasper, even though he was slender in frame, was a strong boy and carried his name proudly.

„But not to the Wall, I hope.“ you knew that Jasper would never want to go to the Wall, however it was more of a joke on your part.

„No,“ Larys chuckled, „He said he would journey to Winterfell and ask for Lady Lysa‘s hand.“

A loud laugh escaped you and you shook your head in amusement. Lady Lysa was a kind woman and you had met her on multiple occasions, however she was already an older woman. She had aged with grace and her beauty was still infamous.

„I hope you told him that Lady Lysa is, first of all, already married and second of all,“ you paused, not quite sure how to put it. „Probably not interested in a boy his age.“

Larys just nodded and gently kissed your cheek.

After dinner you had settled in your chambers, you held your daughter close to you as you swayed her and sang softly. Even though she was almost one year old, she was very fuzzy and a sickly child. She had not gotten seriously sick yet, however most of the time she was not entirely healthy either.

You turned as you heard the door open and saw Larys enter. He looked tired and almost sad in some way. After walking over to him, you gently placed your hand on his shoulder.

„Are you alright?“ you asked, wondering what he and his father had discussed after dinner.

„My father requested that I go to Harrenhal to attend some business there. It should not take too long.“ he explained. „I will go alone, Nadya will not be able to stay alone for too long and it would not make sense to bring all of the boys and her along, not with the risk of her getting sick.“ Larys gently stroked the girl's head with one hand.

You nodded. He was right. She would get sick if you had to undertake a journey and she would not be well if you would be away for too long. The matter was settled without a major discussion, Larys would undertake the journey alone.

The next morning he was already on his way. The company he was travelling with had left at dawn, so that they could beat the masses and travel a greater distance.

The day went on and you spent it like you usually did. Standing in the courtyard and watching the boys train with Harwin. The laughter and the joy they spread made your heart swell with pride and happiness. You knew that Harwin was glad that he had the opportunity to spend time with the sons he could not call his own. The smile on his face made your heart melt as he picked up your second boy and hoisted him on his shoulder. Many of the other knights and Lords that were training on the courtyard thought nothing of it. Everyone knew that your sons saw their uncle more like a second father.

In the evening of this day you found yourself in Harwin‘s chambers eating dinner with him and your boys.

„Mother?“ Jasper looked at you, his intense blue eyes staring at you with curiosity.

„Yes, Jasper?“ you asked as you took a bit from the pie, watching Harwin trying to feed the youngest of the boys some of the mashed potatoes.

„Father told me that I can not marry Ladys Lysa…“ he paused as Harwin let out something that almost sounded like an amused snort. You glared at the man, but looked back at your son. „I have decided that I will marry Princess Helaena instead.“ Jasper declared proudly. You looked at him, something inside of you told you that it was the blessing of the innocence of childhood, however you felt like you had to explain to him that it would not be so easy.

„Hm…“ you paused too long for a moment so Harwin took over.

„Jasper, for that there are some things that you have to do and they are not all under your control, do you understand?“ Harwin looked at the boy with a warm and fatherly expression.

Jasper nodded eagerly. „Firstly you will have to be a little bit older than five to marry the Princess,“

„Of course! Father already explained to me that we both have to be of age to marry!“

„Good. Secondly, you must make sure that you are an honourable man, a man that cares for his Lady wife and a man that can show her the love that she deserves.“

You smiled to yourself. It was sweet that Harwin was explaining this to him, but it also broke your heart in some way. You knew that Jasper would get his hopes up, but what he would not understand, at least not at this age, was that you could not always marry out of love. Sometimes you had to marry out of duty and this kind of marriage was not always what you longed for.

„Thirdly you will have to ask for her father's blessing, this is something you can not decide. If she does love you as well, she will maybe persuade her father to agree. But the first two are more important since if you do not have these, the third one, you will never succeed.“

„Thank you.“. Jasper smiled at Harwin and after that continued to blabber on about how he wants to marry the Princess one day and become one of the most famous knights in the Kingdom.

All the children had gone to bed and now you were alone with Harwin. He had his arms wrapped around your waist and his head was resting on your head.

„Lady Lysa? Hmh.“ the sound of the hum made his chest vibrate softly.

„Don‘t ask.“ you muttered in his chest as you felt the burdens of the day fall from your shoulders.

„Just curious…but how is Nadya?“ he asked and began to gently sway from one side to the other.

„She is…well she is getting her teeth and the Maesters say that it does not improve her health. However, the nurses and midwives said that if she survives the next three months we will be certain that she will make it to the next year.“ it pained you to even have to think about the death of your daughter. You had spent many nights awake sitting at her cradle and holding her or walking around the Keep with her, you had asked some of the kitchen maids which had children how they tied the large pieces of fabric they were carrying their children in so that you could always carry the little and fragile girl with you. You loved her and did not want her to die.

„Is she here?“ he asked, gently he kissed your forehead afterwards.

„Yes, she is in the other room, let me get her…“ you let go of Harwin and walked in the other room, picked up the little girl from her cradle and held her to your chest. She was asleep, yet you could feel her breathing.

Harwin smiled at you as you handed him the babe, he cradled her in his arms and began to hum a song, a song which you had also heard before. It had been written about the Princess Nymeria that took her men to Dorne.

The evening went on with you sitting together and chatting away the time.

The next few evenings went like this as well. Harwin, you and your children would eat together, Harwin would stay a little bit longer and sing to Nadya.

It was one evening during dinner that a raven landed near the window. You got up from your chair and walked to the window, taking the letter from the raven and feeding it a few seeds which were placed by the window, then it flew off again into the night.

Carefully you opened the roll and started reading while Harwin was convincing the children that they did not have to stand right beside you.

„Lady Strong,

I regret to inform you that your husband, Lord Larys Strong, passed away in a fire in the halls of Harrenhal during the night. We Maesters tried to save him, however his injuries were too severe to help him. A raven was also sent to his Lordship Lyonel Strong to inform him of his son's tragic passing.

We are griefing with you and are sending you our condolences

Maester Korvin“

You lowered the letter and rolled it up again. As you turned around and looked at the boys, who were standing beside Harwin.

„Is it a letter from father?“ Jasper asked excitedly. Before you could answer, a knock on the door disturbed everyone.

„Come in!“ you called and a maid opened the door. Her face was pale and for some reason you knew exactly why she was here.

„My Lady, My Lord…The Lord Strong is requesting your presence in the tower of the Hand.“ her voice was quiet and she seemed almost afraid.

„See to my children, they can sleep in my chambers tonight.“ you told the maid who just nodded and made her way into the room. „Boys, be nice. We will be back right away. Jasper, keep your brothers in line.“ you looked at the boy who nodded and gave you a look that made a shiver run down your spine. He looked like he knew things, that was something that was rather unsettling to you.

On your way to the tower of the hand Harwin was questioning you about the contents of the letter. The whole time you blocked the questions.

As you arrived in the chambers of the hand you could see on the face of Lyonel that he had also gotten the news. He was pale and you could see the streaks of tears that stained his cheeks.

„You look a little pale, dear.“ was the first thing Lyonel said when he looked at you. You just shook your head and pressed the back of your hand against your nose. You would not cry, not now. You would cry, later tonight. For some reason, now that your prayer had finally been answered, the prayer that had rung through your mind so many times at the darkest hours of the night, you were not sure why there was grief in your heart. Maybe it was the grief for your children, that they had lost their father, maybe it was the grief for Lyonel and Harwin or it was also a little bit of grief for the man that made you the person you are now. Your marriage to Larys had changed you, not only in bad ways, but also in good ways.

„You do not look much better, Lord Strong.“ you looked at Lyonel. Harwin just stood there looking between the two of you, trying to figure out what had happened. Then you saw that it seemed to click in his mind.

„No.“ was the only thing he said. „How?“ was what followed shortly after. Shock was written across his face, shock and grief and heartbreak. His brother had died. The person he had grown up with was now just gone and no one had been able to change anything about that.

The next weeks were mostly filled with consoling crying children and trying to get normality back into your lives. Without your husband some things were harder to handle, but still manageable. Harwin was there for the boys and you, just like you were there for him. There were moments when you wished Larys was there to help you or just someone was there to help you. Your bed was mostly occupied by your children since you allowed them to sleep in your bed.

Many people looked at you with this expression that made you want to scream at them. There was no reason for them to pity you. You were able to manage everything alone, well you were not alone. You had help from the man that had helped you throughout many different periods of your life.

And when the question arose if you were to marry again, a second man stepped up. A man that had eyes keener than most. Lyonel Strong was not stupid and he had seen the way Harwin looked at you and the way that Harwin handeled your children. The proposal was accepted. You married Harwin after a year of your husband's passing. Your boys and your daughter got to call him their father now and could even welcome more siblings into the family.

Looking at it in hindsight you had realised one thing: maybe love sometimes takes time, but when two souls are meant to be together, then there will always be a way for them to find each other.

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I am wondering wether to write a second part to my 'The two brothers' fan fic for Harwin or to write a one shot for Aemond...🤔

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The two brothers

Contents: cheating, violence, child birth, pregnancy

Not beta read

Summary: The wife of Larys Strong finds comfort in his brothers arms.

People often mistook your kindness towards others for stupidity, not only your kindness, but also your sense of duty towards your own family. It was these traits that made you end up in the situation you were in at the moment.

Your father had decided to marry you off. He had wanted you to marry a good man and in the end he had found you a match he deemed acceptable. Most Lords would want to marry their daughter off to the first born son of a higher Lord then themselves. Since your house was rather small and your father had been lucky that a house such as the house Strong would accept a proposal of marriage your father had not insisted on you marrying Lord Lyonel‘s oldest son, but had rather told him that it would be a great honour either way.

Lord Lyonel had decided that you would be a better match for his younger son, Larys. At first you did not quite understand why a Lord would not marry his older son off first, but after meeting Larys for the first time you understood why. He had a clubfoot, something that most higher born Ladies found repulsing. They were too vain to take a look behind the exterior and mostly wanted a man that they could give their favour to during battle.

You had decided to accept your fate without complaint and get to know the man that was probably three or four years your senior. Since you had only met shortly before your wedding there was not much time to get to know him well. Yet from the few days you had spent with him you could tell a few things about the man. He was more intelligent than people presumed. His knowledge about people was immense since he usually just watched and listened. Larys was very calm, but something about him seemed strange, as if there was something not quite right with him.

Your wedding feast was not extravagant, but nice and cozy. There were not too many guests, only family members and other people that had closer connections to your and his family.

Larys and you got along rather well. He was kind to you and tried to make you happy. Even if his way of trying to make you happy scared you sometimes. Early on in your marriage one of the men in your father in laws household had accidentally spilled hot water on your leg. It had been painful, but there was no greater damage done than that. You had not been angry at the servant at all, you always said accidents can happen and since you were not injured you had almost forgotten the incident again.

Only as you saw the servant again a few days later were you horrified. He had burns all over his arms and his neck and by the way he moved it seemed as if these were not the only burns he had suffered from. After asking him what had happened and not receiving an answer, you sought out your husband. He told you what had happened to the man and it was even more horrifying than the sight of him. Your husband had ordered to make the man feel the same pain you had felt, he had called it a fair exchange.

Before this incident you had thought that your marriage would be bearable and you might even find a friend in Larys or even learn to love him. Yet after that you were scared of him. You walked on eggshells, trying to not anger him. However, you quickly learned that it was never you that angered him. Others were always responsible, even if it was something you had definitely done. To you it seemed as if he could never think you did anything wrong, as if there was always an excuse for you.

You had learned to escape Larys‘ anger. You had learned to weasel out of a conversation with him. You had learned many ways to escape your terrifying husband, yet there was one thing you never learned how to escape: that was his bed. You did lay with him. Yet there was no pleasure in it, there was no joy for you, there was only duty during these nights in his chambers.

However, you found this pleasure and joy elsewhere. It had taken you a very long time to accept that you were also allowed to desire pleasure and also seek it out. But as soon as you had found it, you never wanted to let go of it.

The man that brought you pleasure was no other than your husband's brother. How it happened is a long and very complicated story, but to put it short: after one of your husband‘s ways of showing you how much he cares about you, you had left your chambers. Since you were still shocked you wandered around the castle to find some sort of comfort. Stumbling upon Ser Harwin was the best thing to happen to you that day.

Since then you have had an affair with him. Hiding it as best as you could and only seeing him whenever your husband had no chance of finding you or spotting you with his brother.

After your father in law, brother in law, husband and yourself had journeyed to Kings Landing so that Lord Lyonel could take his place in the small council life got easier for you. Not only was your affair with Harwin much easier to hide now, but it was also easier to stay out of your husband's way. He often thought that you had just spent the day with the other Ladies or in the gardens.

„Lady Strong?“, the voice was soft, the voice of a woman. You turned to look at the person that had called out to you. It was Princess Rhaenyra. Even after spending a lot of time at court you had not interacted much with the Princess.

„Princess,“ you curtseyed. A soft smile on your face as you stood straight again. She smiled warmly and walked towards you.

„Do you mind walking with me?“, she asked. Her gown was a bright red colour with black accents, her silvery white hair fell over her shoulder like a waterfall of liquid silver.

„Of course not, your Highness,“ you gave her a kind smile as you waited for her to join you. As you two made your way through the gardens in comfortable silence you looked around. The gardens in the Red Keep were beautiful, nothing compared to the small garden your family seat had held in its walls.

„May I ask how long you and Lord Larys have been married already?“, the Princess tilted her head to the side. The question made sense and you did have a gut feeling about the question that will follow. Many people have asked you the same question before. The only person that did not seem to mind was Lyonel.

„We have been married for almost nine years now, your Highness.“, you answered. It was an awful long time and you had felt uncomfortable for almost every second of it. You attended to all of your wifely duties and tried to make it as bearable as possible for yourself.

„That is a very long time…“, the Princess hummed. „And you do not have a child yet?“ she asked.

This was a question you always hated to answer. Many people asked about it and most people thought of it as amusing, which it also was for them. You had already been to the Maesters many times, asking them if there was something wrong with you. Asked them if your womb could not carry a child, yet they always told you that you were healthy and that it seemed as if your womb would be able to carry a child without causing much trouble for your body.

„No, sadly our marriage has not been blessed with children yet.“ you smiled at her. She just nodded. A somber expression suddenly painted her features.

You looked ahead and saw your husband smelling flowers. He was leaning on his cane, balancing himself. Larys looked so peaceful at that moment, something that did not happen a lot. Often he looked like he was in pain or like some dark thoughts were plaguing his mind.

„Ah! Your Highness,“ he bowed to Rhaenyra, „My dear,“ he extended his arm towards you. You stepped away from the Princess and took his hand, gently squeezing it. He pulled you slightly towards him, a warm smile ghosting on his lips as you kissed his cheek.

The Princess watched the whole interaction carefully. She saw something that many people did not notice or just not care about: she could see the distance between the two people. The distance that was so obvious if you knew about it and so hard to spot if you had no idea what you were looking for.

„Would you please excuse my wife and me for a moment, your Highness?“ Larys asked. You tensed up beside him as he smiled at the Princess. Many questions were running through your mind as you stood there. Did he find out? Will he demand you to see a Maester again? What does he want that he cannot ask you in front of the Princess.

„Of course. I wish you two a nice evening, Lord Larys, Lady (Y/N).“ she nodded, smiled kindly and left.

For a while you just stood beside Larys. Straightening your dress over and over again, trying to stand even straighter, pressing your hands tighter together, just to make this unbearable silence end.

„Will you join me in our chambers tonight?“ he asked, his eyes fixed on the flowers before him. A soft huff escaped your lips, but you quickly turned it into clearing your throat. His eyes snapped up to you, worry written across his features. „Are you alright?“

„Yes, of course. I will always be there.“, sometimes you really wanted to not go to your shared chambers, but rather spend the whole night somewhere else. „And, yes. The cold is only slowly getting to me. The fire does not keep me warm enough, I fear.“ A small smile crept onto your lips.

„I shall let the servants know that they shall bring us more blankets now that it is getting colder. Is there anything else that you need?“ He said. Slowly, he reached out to you, gently cupping your cheek.

„No, but thank you for taking care of this.“ you leaned into his warm hand, knowing that it would make him happy and less suspicious. There was always this fear in the back of your mind that he would find out. In this case you would not only fear for your own life, but also for Harwin‘s life.

„There is something else…I will have to take care of some business tonight and will sadly only be able to retire late to our chambers. Please do not worry.“ his smile was sweet, but almost held something dangerous, you knew all too well that this sweet smile only hid cruelty.

After finally being able to escape the gardens where Larys had held you captive for what felt like hours you were about to return to your own chambers when you instead made your way to Harwin‘s. You needed to speak to him. Actually, you did not need to speak to him, yet you wanted to speak to him.

Softly you knocked on the heavy wooden doors of his chamber, waiting for an answer. The door opened and Harwin stood there, his hair loosely hanging in his face and his eyes looked tired. However, he let you enter. There was not a word exchanged between the two of you when you entered and sat down on the sofa which stood in the middle of his chambers. You slouched against the soft cushions and closed your eyes, trying not to scream. There were times when you just wanted to scream without a particular reason, just to let out all of the emotions balling up in your chest.

„Wine?“ Harwin quietly rasped out as he handed you an already filled cup. He sat down beside you. His scent was intoxicating. He smelled of wood and rain, it had been raining the whole day and he had probably spent most of the time outside.

You wordlessly took the cup, paused before drowning it. „Thank you.“ you took the first sip of your wine and closed your eyes after you had drowned the rest of the sweet liquid in one go.

„Are you alright?“ ,he gently took the cup from your hand and filled it again. His other hand resting on your shoulder. You rested your head on his arm as he handed you the cup of wine again. Harwin always seemed to know when something was wrong. He was a very attentive man even if people did not seem to realise that.

„It seems that more than enough people are very keen on seeing me with child. Larys requests my presence every night, the Princess asked about it, seven hells your father even seems to be getting impatient. I know it is my duty to bear your brother sons, but it seems as if his seed will just not take. I do not understand why it will not work, but it does not. I have been to so many Maesters and they tell me the same thing.“ you buried your head in the crook of his neck. Trying not to start crying right then and there. Harwin gently stroked your back, drawing circles on it. You knew that it must pain him to hear you say such words, but you knew that he also understood why you said them. You had told him that you had the wish to bear a child, not only to satisfy Larys, so that he might be done with the seemingly endless nights in your chambers and to make your life easier. There were, after all, a lot of rumors about a woman that had been married for nine years and had not born a single child.

„Then let me put one inside you.“ he whispered. He knew that it was unfair towards his brother, the whole arrangement was unfair towards his brother, but right now Harwin did not care anymore. He wanted to see you happy and finally satisfied. Your arrangement had been based on trying to keep you without Harwin‘s child and the two of you had gone to extreme lengths to prevent that.

However, Harwin was sure now that this suggestion might change things, it might change yours and Larys‘ relationship, it might change yours and Harwin‘s relationship, but it might also make it better.

„Do it. I am tired of waiting and wondering how it feels for you to fill me up.“

That evening you had taken both of the Strong brothers. Both Harwin and Larys, and it had thrilled you. The excitement of it was more than you ever thought about, but you had enjoyed it.

Almost three moons had passed since then and you knew something was different. You still continued to see Harwin and you still had no chance of escaping Larys. Yet there was something different with you and you could feel it.

You did not have your moon blood for these three moons now, most mornings you felt nauseous, but never quite threw up. You felt like you were always on the verge of sickness, but it never took you over.

Your husband was nowhere to be found that day when you finally decided to seek out one of the Maesters. The old man had often heard you talk to him about why you could not seem to get with child. He had examined your body many times.

Now you stood there in front of him, waiting for him to finish his examination. He had looked at your stomach, gently pressed on his, looked in your throat, looked at your eyes, ears and nose, but it still left him unsatisfied.

„My Lady, you said you did not have your mood blood for three moons?“ he asked once more. His pale eyes looked you up and down.

„Yes.“ You just answered plainly, wanting this whole examination to be over.

„Hmmm…I see.“ he reached out and gently touched your stomach again, then moved to your breast and lifted it up. Even if you felt slightly uncomfortable you knew it was part of the procedure. Suddenly his eyes widened and he started to smile. „I am really an old fool.“ the Maester muttered under his breath. „My Lady, you are not sick…you are with child.“ he stated and his smile broadened when he spotted the excited gleam in your eyes. However, the excitement did not last long and quickly turned to horror.

„I am with child?“ you whispered, a realization dawning on you. It was probably not your husband's child. How high were the chances of him getting you with child on the same night as you laid with his brother when he had not been able to do it the nine years before.

The Maesters expression was kind and happy, he had been rather worried about your well being.

You just stood there and stared at the man, almost unable to fully grasp this situation. Of course you were happy, you would finally have a child, a child of your own. People would finally leave you in peace and your husband would be happy. A smile spread on your lips as the initial dread faded. Right now you did not care anymore if this child was your husband's child or the child of his brother.

„Thank you.“ You smiled at the Maester and walked out of the room before he could say anything else. In a haste you made your way to your chambers, looking for your husband. As you opened the door dread overcame you again.

What if he had found out? What if Larys was aware about your relationship with his brother, but had just accepted it, but what if this child changed things? You fully entered your chambers and sat down on your bed. Burying your head in your hands you let out a gut wrenching sob. Fear overcame you in that moment. You got up again and started pacing the room up and down. How would you tell him? Beside the fear, guilt also started to wash over you. After what felt like hours of pacing you sat down and quickly fell asleep on the soft cushions of your bed.

You woke up to a warm hand gently caressing your cheek. Shooting up you looked around, scared. The only person in the room was Larys, he was sitting at your bedside, his eyes widened slightly at your strong reaction.

„My dear, are you alright?“ he asked, carefully pressing a warm hand against your forehead. You stared at him, he looked like he had just climbed all the stairs of the Red Keep after having an argument with someone.

„Yes, I…“ you just shook your head. You knew it would be easier to tell him right away. „I went to see the Maester again today.“

He looked at you with an expression you had not really seen on him before. He almost looked like he was pitying you, like he felt bad about your worries all these years before. With a shaky hand you reached up and took his hand.

„I am with child, Larys.“ you whispered softly. You almost cried when you saw how his expression changed into something that almost shattered your soul. It was not a look of anger, it was not a look of disgust, it was a look of pure joy and thrilling excitement.

The news of you being with child traveled fast. Larys told his father and his brother while you were not there and from then on it spread like wildfire. People came to congratulate you or tell you how glad they were to hear about these joyous news. It did not take long for Harwin to seek you out afterwards. He had not asked you directly if the child could be his, because he knew the answer already.

Your loud and pained screams rippled through the castle in the middle of the night. The sheets, which you were holding on to were close to ripping as the midwives told you to push. They were encouraging you as you laid on the bed, sweat dripping down your forehead and your shoulders.

Your mind was fuzzy as you stared at one of the midwives, that was giving you instructions.

„You have to push, m‘lady.“, she almost shouted, or at least it felt like she was shouting at you, maybe she was to get to you through your soft wailing.

You could feel another contraction coming and you let out a scream of pain and pushed, praying to the Seven to make this living hell finally end. Taking deep ragged breaths in did not help you as the waves of pain hit you again. You pushed again.

„Only a little bit more, my Lady. I can already see the babe‘s head.“ the midwife said as she looked at you. You could only see the older woman through a haze.

„Please, I don‘t want to anymore….“ your whimper turned into a loud scream and you pushed again and after only one other push you could hear loud cries of a child.

You started to cry as well, relief washing over you as the woman handed you your babe and gently rested it against your breast.

After a few moments the door was pushed open and Larys entered the room. Your heart fluttered as you saw the joy in his face, it also pained you, you knew it was not his child, it had the blood of a strong, but not his.

However, you knew that he would be happy and finally be at peace. You knew you could finally be at peace. And you knew that no matter what, Harwin would be able to spend time with his child.

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