#Harwin Strong x fem oc

[starogeorgina]

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬

Pairing: Harwin Strong × Targ oc

Warnings: Mentions of blood

3.08

Puffing out your cheeks, you watch as Otto Hightower gleefully receives praise from lords from Old Town for resuming his old position as hand of the king. Alicent had poured her honey in your father's ear and assured him her own father would be the best choice. Lord Lyonel spoke with your father not long after you arrived at Driftmark, and they decided it would be for the best if Lord Lyonel temporarily resigned from his position at court. But in truth, you doubted he would ever return.

“Vaella, you look more like my mother as the days go by.” Your father says this before embracing you and kissing you on the cheek. “Have you spoken with Daemon?”

“I have, and I do believe he misses you,” you sigh. It has been so long since your father and uncle spoke; their reuniting would be the only positive outcome from this horrible situation. “You should go to him, father; Daemon is far too proud to reach out first, but he needs you.”

He glances at Daemon, who is talking to his daughters, then shakes his head. After staring at your uncle for a few seconds, your father chuckles. “Lord Lyonel says you have repeatedly insisted he stay on Dragonstone.”

“Harwin has lost far too much.” You run your hand along the reddening patches spotted across your neck. “Perhaps it’s selfish of me, but I want your former hand close for my husband’s sake.”

“And if he had chosen to return to court?”

“Then we would have moved back to King's Landing.” You pause, feeling your throat go dry. “I’m not ignorant of the gossip at court, and I’m aware of why Lord Lyonel was hesitant for his son to marry me, especially since Harwin almost died when he was my sworn protector. But he is a good man who has served you faithfully over the years. Lord Lyonel needs his family to help him overcome his terrible loss, and I would never rob him of that.”

“You may look like your grandmother, but you have your own mother's kindness.” Your father leans forward and kisses your forehead. “Now, I shall attempt to speak with my stubborn brother.”

When your father walks over to Daemon with a member of the king's guard close behind him, you are left standing alone, but Harwin is by your side swiftly.

The wake for Lady Laena was being held in a cliffside courtyard on High Tide Castle, and it was by far the most awkward funeral you had ever attended. Almost all conversations seem forced, as many lords and ladies gossip about how Jace, Luke, and Joff lacked Velaryon features. As tragic as the reasoning for the gathering was, there was something rather magical about watching Varos, Ashwing, Nightmare, Caraxes, Seasmoke, Sunfyre, Syrax, Meleys, Dreamfyre, and Vhagar gathered together around the cliffs of the castle.

Noting Harwin's hardened expression as he and Criston stare at each other, you take his hand, so Harwin’s focus is off him. Criston and Alicent’s sly looks and snide comments hadn’t gone unnoticed by your husband. Quietly, you say, “He’s not worth it; besides, they are probably doing it deliberately, waiting on you to react.”

You didn’t know Laena well, but her death had cast a dark shadow over your family. Daemon was devastated, and your heart broke for Baela and Rhaena. You knew firsthand how painful it was to be without a mother so young.

Harwin places his hand on your lower back and says, “It’s getting late; we should get the kids to bed soon.”

Feeling the baby kick, you rub at your stomach, feeling the movements, and nod in agreement. You glance around the small groups gathered across the courtyard at Rhaenyra, whose eyesight is firmly locked onto Daemon, who seems to be in an intense conversation with your father.

“Mama!”

Ada pushes her way through the small crowd to reach you and buries her face into your side, weeping. You brush the back of the hair with your fingers, being careful not to pull on the black bow, which is identical to your own. “What’s happened, sweet girl?”

Between sobs, she squeals, “I don’t want Daddy to die!”

Her loud sobs attract the attention of others, many of them pulling sympathetic facial expressions. Concerned Lord Lyonel excuses himself from the conversation he’s in and comes over, waving Vaegon, who is standing with your younger siblings, to come over.

In one swift moment, Harwin lifts her up and wipes away her tears with his thumb. “Now what would make you say a thing like that?”

Ada doesn’t answer him; she just cuddles with her father and continues to cry. Harwin sighs. “I’m going to take her inside.”

Noticing the uneasy look on Aerion’s face, you get the sense that he knows something but doesn’t want to address it to everyone. “I’ll join you shortly; I’m going to get Jace and Luke.”

When Harwin is out of earshot, you take Aerion’s hand and gently rub the back of it. “Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

When he tells you Varos roars loudly in the distance as anger boils inside you, it takes everything inside you not to snap. You pat the back of your son's hand and say, “Go back inside with Ser Harwin and your sister.”

—

You feel as if you’re floating in the ocean, with blood seeping from an open wound and the scent of dragon's blood attracting the sharks as you cross the courtyard to where the greens are standing. Otto, Alicent, Criston, and Lord Hobert, the head of house Hightower, watch your actions carefully. You come to a stop and clear your throat, making your presence known in front of the man who was quickly becoming the root of many of your family's issues.

“Princess.”

The smug look on Larys face threatens to cause the simmering fire inside you to combust, but you manage to keep your composure. “Lord Larys, my condolences on the loss of your stepmother and sisters.”

“Thank you. It has been a difficult time for myself, as I’m sure it has been for my father and brother.”

“The fire at Harrenhal was nothing short of a tragedy, but I’m sure you thank the gods that Harwin and Lord Lyonel weren’t caught up in it.”

His smugness is replaced by a look of irritation.

The fierceness you feel to protect your children causes the invisible cord connecting you and Varos to pull. The dimming sky is suddenly aflame with the fury of your dragon's breath, Varos’s wings beating the air with a thunderous roar. Seconds later, Ashwing and Nightmare join him. All three dragons startle the onlookers below with their boisterous behavior.

“Pray tell me, Lord Larys, what makes you think it’s wise to speak to a girl who is only nearing her sixth name day about her father dying?”

“I was trying to clear up any confusion she may have had. I was under the impression that my niece wasn’t aware she would be the heir to my family's home once my own father and brother had passed.”

Darkness overshadows where you stand as Varos flies dangerously low and your eyes blaze with an unyielding fury. You glare at Larys, silently daring him to continue. It was becoming clear just how dangerous Larys was; you’d even bet on him playing a hand in his father's mystery illness, which seems to have vanished when he left the red keep.

When he says nothing, you turn to walk away and briefly lock eyes with Alicent, whose expression is hard to read.

“Does my brother know about this misunderstanding? He is a reasonable man, but a father's love will make the best man do unspeakable things.” Larys gets to his feet, making a show of dragging his foot behind him. Nervously, he licks at his lips. “I truly hope you pass on my deepest apologies; I meant no offense.”

“Of course,” you say quietly, so only Larys can hear your next words. “But if you make another one of my children cry again, this will be the next funeral we attend.”

—

Harwin’s voice fills the bedchamber as he laughs at the sight of you scrunching your face up and spitting out the tea in your mouth. You rinse your mouth out with water before spitting it back into a bowl, then accept the cup Harwin is offering you.

“Not as nice as the tea you usually drink?”

“No, that was overly sweet.”

He picks up the tea and smells it. “That is rather vile. I’ve never seen a tea that shade of red before.”

You sit on the side of the bed and watch as Harwin removes his shirt in preparation for bed. He often slept naked due to how warm he’d become during the night. You smile. “The children are all safely tucked up in bed.”

Harwin grins and walks towards you.

“So,” you reach out, looping your fingers into the top of his trousers. “I suggest you join me in bed, husband, as we will have an early rise in the morning.”

Your heart flutters with excitement when Harwin gently takes your face between his large hands and kisses you passionately.

—

You smiled, feeling Harwin holding you closer as he nuzzled his face into the back of your neck, his hardness poking into your back. But you were utterly exhausted from having your bodies entwined in dances of desire for most of the night, and you needed a moment to catch your breath. Against your skin, he mumbles, “That tea is really strong-smelling.”

“We could throw it out!” you laugh.

“Hmm, I’m rather comfortable like this.”

Feeling Harwin part his lips and place soft kisses against your bare skin, you’re unable to resist him. Rolling on your back, you lean into him, desperately craving to feel his lips against yours once again, but he suddenly pulls away and sits upright.

“What’s wrong?”

He swipes his thumb under your nose and says, “You’re bleeding.”

Quickly, he climbs out of bed, gets a cloth, and holds it to your nose. “I should get the maester.”

“It may pass.”

Harwin quickly redressed, then helped you put your nightgown and robe on while you pinched your nose, attempting to stop the bleeding. Harwin shakes his head. “I’m going to send for the maester.”

Just as he goes to unlock the door, there’s a knock at it. He opens it, and one of the knights of the king's guard steps forward.

“Ser Erryk.”

“Ser Harwin, princess. There has been an innocent involving prince Vaegon and prince Aerion.”

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[genz420]

Beauty of Scars & Flowers - Chapter 4: Blooming Flowers and Feelings

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The day was warm, with the sun shining brightly and not a cloud in sight.  Many ladies walk with their lord husbands or with one another throughout the Gardens of the Red Keep.  Some share the latest rumours being spread around court, while some just enjoy the warmth of the sun beating down on them. 

A group of three were among the people outside enjoying the warm weather.  Princess Helaena had dragged her new friend and younger brother to accompany her for the day. She wanted Lyannas' knowledge of the flowers in the gardens and Aemond to spend time with.  The day had gone well so far, with Helaena picking out flowers she liked and then asking Lyanna to identify them before Lyanna put them in the basket she was carrying so that she could press them for {Helaena. 

Aemond had only shared a few words with either one of them.  He stood tall and walked along with them, answering the question Helaena asked in his head rather than aloud.  Part of him feared that he would be wrong when he chose to identify one of the flowers.  He wanted to be sure, not just of the name but also of the meaning and use of the flower.  

Lyanna rocked her weight from one of her feet to the other, her gaze not on Helaena or Aemond but on a group of ladies not too far away from them. Aemond stood beside her; his face held no expression, and if anything, the prince looked bored.  His shoulders were pulled back, and his hands folded before him.  Helaena was on the ground in front of a bush of powder-blue flowers with bright yellow centers; they were arranged in rounded, divergent clusters along the length of the branch.  

“This one, Lyanna?” Helaena asked as she held up a small cluster of the small powder-blue flowers. 

Aemond racked his brain for the name of the flower and the meaning.  Wanting to show off his knowledge of the flower, he had spent the past two days reading the few books the maester had on botany.  He even went as far as to ask Helaena for the books that Lyanna had given her.  

Aemond knew the flower, but the worry that he might be wrong prevented him from speaking its name.  But as Lyanna didn’t respond to his sister, he felt the silence eating away at his nerves.  After two more beats of silence, he finally chose to speak up.

“forget-me-nots, sister,” Aemond said as he shifted his weight onto one of his legs.   “A sign of fidelity and love,”

Aemond did his best to try and see from his peripheral vision if Lyanna had heard him.  He was almost sure he was correct about identifying the flower, and the only doubt sprouted from the worry that he might be wrong.

Lyanna looked back towards Helaena, and at the flowers she was kneeling at.  Slowly, she nodded to confirm that Aemond was right about the name, having heard him.  Aemond rolled his shoulders back in pride as she did so. Of course, he was right.

Helaena brought the flowers to her nose, smelling them as she spun them around.  Helaena spoke to herself, “I like them.  The colour reminds me of Dreamfyre.”

“When gifted, they mean you will never forget the person and keep them in your thoughts and heart.  The tea is good when you have a cough,” Lyanna added with a heavy sigh.  

Her tone was enough for Aemond to look away from his sister and towards her.  Lyanna's jaw was clenched, and her shoulders were tense.  He knew well enough now that he was not the reason for her shift in mood, for only moments before, she and Helaena were happily joking with one another; once giving Lyanna a once over, he forced his gaze back onto his sister. 

Helaena did not mind her friend's shift in mood, only holding out the bundle for Aemond to take.  The prince accepted the flowers and copied his sister's action of bringing them to his nose to smell them.  The small flowers had no scent, Aemond realized.

“They have no scent, and if they do, it tends to be very faint,” Lyanna told Aemond as she took the flower from him to place in the basket.   

Aemond nodded at her words, acting like he already knew that fact when he didn’t. Aemond kept his gaze on his sister rather than the lady beside him, who was looking at the flowers in her hand.  He noticed how Helaena was letting what looked like a wasp land on her finger, a small smile on his sister's face as she watched the bug.

“Helaena, be careful,” Aemond warned as he spotted the yellow and black striped bug land on his sister's finger.  

Lyanna put the flower in her basket as she looked towards her friend, worried as she heard Aemond speak. Her attention was fully back on the two siblings instead of the people around them as she said, “They are harmless, Hover Flies.” 

It was Helaena's turn to confirm Lyanna’s words as she brought the small bug on her finger closer to her face to inspect it.  Lyanna moved towards the small bundle of flowers with the bug flying around it, letting one of the bugs land on her finger.  

 “They are good for the plants, spread the pollen from the plant to others and even eat other creatures that would harm the plant,” She informed him as she held the bug close to Aemond's face.  

Aemond watched the dragonfly-like bug on Lyanna's finger. It had a face like a fly, yet the butt of the bug made him nervous because of its likeness to a wasp. Aemond looked behind Lyanna and to his sister, who was still kneeling in front of the forget-me-nots. His attention was returned to Lyanna as she reached for his hand and laid it palm up onto her own.   

Aemond can feel the warmth of Lyanna’s palm and the softness and calluses free. Aemond, one eye, watched Lyanna's face as she tried to get the fly onto his palm; her face held no sign of discomfort as their skin touched.  Only a small smile as she watched the bug crawl into his hand.  He relaxed his hand entirely on top of hers. He pried his gaze away from her face and onto the fly that crawled around his hand.  

The peaceful, distant chatter of the people around them and the sounds of the songbirds in the trees were quickly drowned out as a group of four young nobles made their way down the path they were on.  

Lyanna’s hand was grabbed in one moment, and she was ripped away and around from Aemond. The force was so strong and unexpected that some of the flowers in her basket fell onto the ground. 

“Lady Lyanna!” A young man exclaimed with a booming voice.  

Aemond watched as the man grabbed ahold of both of Lyanna’s forearms. His hands moved down her arms until he had a hold of her hands.  The man brought both of her hands up to his lips as he held them in his tight grip. 

Aemond watched as the others in the group greeted Lyanna with smiles, but none had been so forward as the man.  All he did was watch with the Hoverfly still in his hand, the same hand that Lyanna had been holding.  Now, her hands were being held and pampered with kisses by another. 

Helaena did not seem to care about the addition of new people; still focused on the flowers and bugs around her.  If she had looked away, she would have seen Aemond’s free hand move to rest on the pommel of his sword as his shoulders tensed and face hardened. 

“Ser Alan,” Lyanna had finally greeted the man. Aemond noticed her voice did not hold the same excitement as Alan's, but it was not nearly as cold as he had hoped.  

“I thought that you might be around here somewhere, enjoying the warm weather,” Alan told her as his thumbs rubbed against the back of her hands.

“Alan has been a bore and in a flawless mood once he realized you were not with your uncle,” The man, whom Aemond did not recognize, spoke up.  

Lyanna only let out a disingenuous laugh as her shoulders started to tense.  It was clear to anyone who spent a few moments with the young lady that she was uncomfortable; it would be apparent to anyone who could read body language.  

But Lyanna knew better than to embarrass a young lord in front of his friends. Instead, she just went along with what was being said and allowed the man to hold her hands.  

“You should accompany us,” One of the ladies said, a genuine smile on her face with the hope that Lyanna would join them.  

Lyanna shook her head, looking towards the lady with a kind smile as she spoke. “Princess Helaena and I are not yet done spending time with one another, but perhaps tomorrow.” 

“I hope the gods give us another beautiful day then,”  

“Perhaps My Lady Strong will come to see you in the training yard,” Aemond said as he stared down at Ser Alan.  

Part of Aemond wanted Ser Alan to agree with his words so that Lyanna would be able to see the man's lack of skill.  But Aemond watched as the man shifted on his feet under his gaze. Lyanna looked away from the man in front of her and towards Aemond.  Eyebrows slightly pulled together because of his words. 

“The training yard is no place for a woman, Prince Aemond,” Ser Alan told Aemond, which caused Lyanna to snap her head back towards him.  

She shouldn’t have been shocked at his words, but Lyanna still was.  But she knew for a fact that most of the ladies often went to watch the young knights and lords train.  She doesn’t understand why Alan did not want her to watch him, but Aemond did; the man's lack of skill was humorous to him and no doubt the man wanted to impress Lyanna with his words and not his skills.  

“Hmmm, I’m sure it will do my lady some good to see you train,” Aemond pushed on as he stepped closer to the two of them. 

“I do not think her uncle would want her in such a place,” Alan shot back, not thinking of the words he was saying. 

Aemond didn’t show any emotion on his face while Alan spoke. Instead, he showed that he was in control, with his calm posture the opposite of Alan's.  Aemond's voice was smooth as he said, “Well, she can accompany me.  I will happily escort her to watch.”

“I have already finished training for the day,” Alan made an excuse, his grip tightened on Lyanna’s hands as he narrowed his eyes at Aemond.  

“No harm can come from a few hours more,” Aemond spoke back, and the man and two ladies behind Alan looked amongst themselves as the prince shot back at Alan. 

“Not everyone has the luxury of spending the day in the yard,” Alan told Aemond; his friend nodded along with his words, but that did not stop Aemond. 

“Some lack the dedication to,“ Aemond added his own opinion, and he watched as Alan's face hardened back as he spoke.  He hit a sore spot, it seemed. 

“Are you saying I lack dedication?” Alan asked with a scoff. He took offence to Aemond’s words but was in no position to talk back to the prince or even call him out on his behaviour.  

“I did not name you, but perhaps you identify with my words,”

“I will see to it that we spend time together tomorrow, Ser Alan,” Lyanna said before Alan could respond to Aemond, gaining his attention with a smile on her face.  

Alan nodded before he brought Lyanna’s hands back up to his lips.  He placed one last kiss before letting her hands go, and he turned back to his group.  The four of them made a quick pace to leave the two royal siblings and Lyanna.  Aemond watched as Lyanna relaxed her shoulders and moved to pick up the fallen flowers that had been trampled and crushed.  

“Isn’t he charming, brother?” Helaena broke the silence as she asked Aemond.

“Certainly,” Aemond answered as he moved to help his sister up off the ground.  

Helaena doesn’t wait for Lyanna to pick up the flowers before she moves on to the next bush of flowers. But Aemond does wait, his palm still up towards the sky even though the hoverfly had long since left.  

Aemond watched as Lyanna stood up and turned back towards him; the basket of flowers was held in front of her with both hands.  Lyanna looked at Aemond and offered him a small smile.  

Aemond did not offer her a smile but instead, his arm for her to take.  

Lyanna looked between Aemond’s cold face and his extended arm, letting a few beats pass before she stepped forward and rested her hand on his arm.  

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[drakoneve]

A Dragon's Wrath

Request: hello hello, how are u? Idk if u write for Harwin Strong, but I'm obsessed with this man, so if you're not taking requests for him, forgive me for being rude. So I wanted to make a request where the reader is the younger sister of Rhaenyra Targaryen, also daughter of Aemma and Viserys. She married Strong, and lives a dream life with him (they love each other very much, so please, Rhaenyra's children are not his 🫠) and the legitimacy of their children was questioned, of course the queen would never imagine that Harwin had a birthmark, which none of his brothers inherited from Lyonel, he being the only one to have it and ALL THE CHILDREN OF HARWIN AND THE PRINCESS HAVE THAT SAME BRAND, JUST LIKE THE FATHER'S. Maybe I went on too long and was stupid, sorry, you can do whatever comes to your brilliant mind, I just really wish the legitimacy of the children of the OC was proved by legal means and gave no right to be questioned even by the queen. Thank you for your attention, I understand if you don't want to do it 🤍.

pairing: harwin strong x targ!fem!reader

word count: 3k

warnings: mentions of childbirth, alicent being snakey

a/n: first harwin fic, harwin girlies lmk what you think!! for the sake of this fic, Rhae's children have Targaryen silver hair

In all the years the pair were married, King Viserys and Queen Aemma were blessed by the Mother with only two healthy, living babes. First born has been your elder sister Rhaenyra, whom you followed two years later.

Growing up the two of you remained close through your lessons and dragon riding, but as Rhaenyra grew older she would end up spending more and more time with her lady in waiting Alicent Hightower. Rhaenyra and Alicent being two of the only other girls your age in the Red Keep and their refusal to have anyone join them in their activities, you felt somewhat dejected by your sister's budding friendship.

This is what led you to find solace in the Red Keep's training yards. Day after day you watched knights, and knights in training, battle it out in the yard while you worked on your studies. It was there in the yard you saw him for the first time- your future husband, Ser Harwin Strong.

At the time you had no idea you would end up marrying him, of course, but you should have.

You'd heard all about Ser Harwin Breakbones, son of Lyonel Strong, one of your father's most loyal council men. Harwin's reputation truly preceded him and was rightfully earned.

You hadn't noticed it at the time, but you'd abonded your books and parchments in the stands by your supervising Septa as you approached the rail separating the stands and the training yard in an attempt for a clearer view.

Harwin stood taller than his opponents, shoulders back, sword in hand ready to defend himself. He watched his opponents carefully, calculating their next move. His short brown curls were halfway pulled back out of his face with a tie, exposing Harwin's jawline, much to your own enjoyment.

That afternoon you watched Harwin take down man after man without so much as a proper blow to his own body. He wielded his sword as if it were an extension of his arm in fluid, rushing movements.

When he had finally finished for the evening you applauded him, finally grabbing his attention as he had held yours.

"You are quite the swordsman, Ser Harwin!" you call out to him. "I feel much better knowing there are knights as skilled as you protecting my home."

Harwin grinned largely at your praise, twirling his sword in his hand for show as he approached the rail you supported yourself on. "I mean only to ensure you are safe at all times, my princess."

You smiled down at him now that he was almost right below you. "Well I have no doubts of your capabilities, Ser. I have a feeling you will do great things here, should you wish."

"You are too kind, princess," he chuckles. Then he looks up at the sky, towards the sun on it's way to set. "It is getting quite late, princess. Shall I escort you back to your chambers?"

The excitement and hopefulness in his face brought butterflies to your stomach.

"I would like nothing more, Ser."

After that night it was scarce the two of you weren't side by side, which all but pushed your fathers to wed the two of you.

Now you stood in those same stands, watching Harwin in the yard yet again, but now he's joined by your two eldest sons. Maevor has just passed his tenth and second name day, and Daeragon his ninth. Your two youngest babes, however remained with you and your maid and close friend, Malina.

Malina had first been assigned to you after your marriage to Harwin, and she'd stood loyally by your side as you birthed all of your children.

Malina's elder brother Ellion, a knight of the City Watch, stood closeby on the order of Harwin. He'd been one of Harwin's best men as you'd heard him compliment the younger knight on many occasions in the past. Being a Targaryen princess and wife of the Lord Commander in such uncertain times in the house of the dragon could be dangerous, and Harwin meant only to protect you and your babes.

Your first daughter, eldest of your month old twins, Naelora cooed softly in your arms as she played with the loose sleeve ends of your dress. You indulged her for a moment, raising your arm to lift the sleeve from her reach to tease her.

She gurgles in laughter, stretching her chubby little arms to grasp your sleeve once more.

The moment is over by the approach of Queen Alicent's lady in waiting, Talya.

"My apologies, Princess," Talya bows to you first. "But the Queen has requested Malina's presence for this afternoon."

Why would the queen need Malina specifically? Surely she could find another maid within the Keep to aid her?

Malina looks to you, pale brown eyes silently asking to stay. This isn't the first time something like this has happened, of course. After giving birth to your second son Daeragon, Queen Alicent began requesting Malina's presence more often.

Still sore from your labors, Harwin had taken the day off to aid you and watch over Maevor to allow you to rest.

You watched happily from your spot on the bed as Harwin held little Daeragon, to introduce him to his elder brother. Maevor, a boy of three years, stood as high as he could on his toes to get a peek over Harwin's bulk of an arm to get a glimpse of his brother.

Then your chamber doors open and Malina returns to your side after serving the queen all day. She approaches the foot of your bed, hands clasped together in front of her with her eyes cast slightly downwards.

"Malina, you needn't worry about me," you begin to dismiss her kindly. "I'm sure the Queen-"

But Malina shakes her head, brown curls following her, still refusing to meet your gaze. "I need to speak with you, Princess. And you, Lord Harwin, in privacy."

You share a concerned look with Harwin, who's joyfulness has been replaced with worry. In the time she's served you Malina had never been afraid to look you in your eyes.

He wastes no time escorting Maevor to his chambers just off your own, and placing little Daeragon in his crib next to your side of the bed. Harwin returns and stands dutifully on the other side of you as if protecting you.

"What is it?" you ask, and pat the bed in front of you for Malina to sit.

Malina makes no move to sit on your bed. "My princess," her voice wavers nervously. "I have served your for near half a decade now, and I know you to be the most true and kind person I have ever had the pleasure of serving-"

"Malina," Harwin interrupts sternly. "Speak it plain, what have you heard of my wife?"

Your heart thudded hard in your chest as you instinctively reached for Harwin's hand. He intertwined his fingers with your in an attempt to comfort you.

Malina takes in a deep breath before finally looking up to meet your gaze. "Queen Alicent requested my presence after your labors today for questioning."

"Questioning?" you tilted your head slightly. "About what?"

"Your sons," she answered swiftly. "She... She wanted to know if this babe looked like Harwin or..."

Harwin pulled his hand from yours, placing it on the hilt of his sword. "Or who, Malina?"

"Ellion," Malina whispers. "The Queen seems to believe that you spend too much time with Ellion, princess. She asked if I knew of any relations between the two of you, but I swore to her you are deathly loyal and would never-"

You move from your spot on the bed to bring yourself to stand. Harwin aids you as you steady yourself, then reach for Malina's forearm.

"You needn't explain yourself to me, Malina," you assure her. "I know you to be true to me, and you are one of the kindest ladies I know. You should go, retire for the night. We shall do the same."

Malina apologizes the whole way out your chamber doors despite your assurances. Harwin begins to strip his armor as you settle yourself back into bed.

Daeragon's crib sat just off the side of your bed, close enough for you to have a view of the newborn's little face.

Harwin soon joins your side clad in his nightclothes. You can feel his gaze on you, but you refuse to meet his gaze. Emotions ran rampant through you. You knew it must be the strain and high emotions of you and your new babe surviving the day, but you couldn't stop the rush.

It's when the tears begin to fall from your lilac eyes that Harwin wraps you up in his arms and pulls you back against him.

"My love," he cooes. "Sweet girl, do not worry yourself with the opinion of a misguided, jealous woman."

He raises his right hand to show off the inside of his right wrist, showing off the small, discolored patch of skin he inherited from his father, Lord Lyonel. A small, almost missable, seemingly insignificant patch of skin both Maevor and Daeragon had inherited.

Harwin leans in close, placing his lips against the shell of your ear. "We know I have fathered your sons, my love. Do not worry yourself with this, it is not worth it."

"You're right, husband," you hum, settling into your husband's arms for the night. "I'm just glad he's here, and healthy."

He kisses your temple softly. "You did that. You made him the healthy babe he is."

As you promised Harwin that night, you did your best to ignore the rumors pursued by Alicent. In the years following Daeragon's birth you'd heard more whispers within the court questioning your son's parentage, though you said nothing.

You tried your best to pay them no mind, other days they really got to you. But for now you simply obliged to the queen's wishes.

"Ser Ellion," you motioned your friend forward with one hand. He looked much like his sister as they shared the same nose, and brown curly hair, though Ellion's eyes were an elegant green. Still, no man in the Seven Kingdoms could come close to Harwin in your eyes.

"Would you mind taking my sweet Raemor from your sister? I'm afraid I cannot tend to both babes at once."

Ellion nods and leans down slightly to make a peaceful transition from his sister's arms. He wore an awkward grin on his face as he cradles the blanket wrapped babe the best he could in a full suit of armor. "It is an honor, Princess. Though I'm not certain he will be comfortable against such steel."

Malina bows and takes Talya's arm in her own. You know Malina's dislike for the woman, and you can only guess she's done this to ensure Talya is led away from you and your family.

You shake your head in response to Ellion yet keep your attention on your daughter in your arms. "It is no issue, Harwin holds them in his armor every day. He has with each of them."

A moment passes in silence and you look up to your husband and eldest children. Maevor's brown curls are just long enough on the top to be tied back while leaving some down thus his hair is relatively tame. Daeragon's, however, is tousled and absolutely untame.

Both boys are breathing heavier now, their cheeks flushed. But the beautiful, pure look of excitement on their faces melted your heart. They knew their father was Lord Commander of the City Watch, and that Harwin worked hard for his family at his very important job, and they treasured their father for it.

After taking them to see Harwin train with some of the new recruits of the City Watch two fortnights ago had been a mistake on your part for the boys had not shut up about training themselves. At first you had been hesitant, of course other Targaryen princes had been taught to fight years before your boys, but you were afraid of the things they might encounter so instead you encouraged them to spend time in the libraries and their respective dragons.

As a result the boys were extremely well read and years ahead of their pupils in their studies. Maevor is practically fluent in Valyrian now, and Daeg is not far behind.

Their insistent pleading had wore on you though, and you gave in to them with Harwin's reassurance he would personally oversee their training. In the end, Maevor and Daeg's immediate joy at being granted permission made it worth it in the end.

Harwin and the boys were cleaning their training gear and putting it away.

Ellion clears his throat, pulling your attention from your family. "I fear something is happening, Princess."

"What do you mean?" you ask, standing from your seat and brushing your skirts with one hand.

"I have been approached twice now," he explains carefully, watching who was sat in the immediate area. The closest people sat on the complete opposite of the training yard in those stands. "Once by a fellow knight, and then by Talya herself. I only mention this as a warning, Princess."

Harwin and the boys are nearly there and you don't want the boys to hear such slander.

"Thank you, Ellion," you force a smile to give him. "And I apologize for what has been whispered around court these last years, but I plan now to make it right."

Harwin approaches you then, slinking one arm around your waist as he presses a kiss to your temple. "Come, my love, the boys need to bathe and our littlest ones must be ready for their nap."

Maevor perks up, "Mother, may I carry Naelora back to your chambers?"

Your hearts melts at the question, Maevor ever the doting older brother. You grant your son permission, gently reminding him to hold her head carefully.

"And I shall take Raemor from you, Ellion. I thank you for your services for today."

He bows respectfully, "Tis my duty, and an honor."

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Once the twins are down for their naps and the older boys off to the bathhouse with Malina you informed Harwin of everything that had transpired this afternoon while he trained with the boys.

His thick brows furrowed almost immediately, angre written upon his face. Harwin had shed his armor by now, settling for more comfortable leathers for the evening. His sword however, stayed attached to his hip with one hand gripping the hilt.

"I am sick of hearing your name and reputation tarnished by fools!" Harwin seethes, angrier than you've ever seen him. "I have half a mind to slay them all down for even thinking such things of our children, of you."

You shake your head softly, approaching him to cup his face. You press your forehead against his own, something you've always done to comfort him.

"I have a plan, my dutiful husband," you assure him. "I happen to have a wonderful relationship with my father by law, if you must know. And I just so happen to know that a Small Council meeting starts in mere minutes."

Harwin eases a little, but now he's wrought with confusion.

"What have you planned, my love?"

You smile mischievously and press a sweet kiss to your husband's lips. "Just you wait husband, I first require our Maevor."

The boys are back from their baths by now as you can hear them bustling about Daeragon's chambers, which is the adjoining room to your own.

You knock before you enter as you always do, to the sight of your boys on Daeg's bed, books sprawled open before them.

"What have we there, byka zaldrīzoti (little dragons)?" you ask as you join them on the bed.

Daeg pulls the leather bound book to cover his lap to show you. "The Histories of Old Valyria!" he chimes. "Maevor was reading it to me in Valyrian."

You stroke Daeg's plush cheek with one hand, still able to see the babe he used to be in his face, and take Maevor's hand in your other.

"He's smart, your brother," you 'whisper' to Daeragon. "I would study hard, my Prince."

Maevor breaks his hand away to rustle his brother's brown curls. "Muña's teasing, Daeg. You are smarter now than I was your age."

You swoon, heart melting at the relationship between your boys. "Oh my sweet Maev," you kiss his temple. "Might I borrow you for a awhile, I have something important to discuss with the Small Council and I need your help."

Maevor's brown eyes widened slightly, "Of course, mother."

"Have no fear, sweet boy, I have a plan."

And you sure did. Once you explained what you could to Maevor while sparing his innocence best you could, he'd been more than willing to join you.

You squatted down to be closer to your son's level, Harwin by your side. "You are special, Maevor," you explain to him. You grab Harwin's right hand and Maevor's to put them side by side. Both birthmarks were near identical save for Harwin's being larger and slightly darker than his son's. "Each of my babes have this mark, all from Harwin, who inherited it from your grandsire, Lyonel. Do you understand?"

He nods, but says nothing. Harwin crouches down next to you, reaching to cup his eldest son's face.

"I wish we did not have to burden you with such a task, my boy," Harwin admits grimly. "I want you to know we are only doing this because we love you children, and I love your muña too much to let people speak of her in such a way any longer."

So the three of you set off, accompanied by Ellion as Malina had stayed behind to watch the twins and Daeragon.

Despite the Kingsguard outside the meeting room of the Small Council, you march right past them and push the doors open yourself.

Each member of the council turns to you now silenced. Otto sat up straighter in his seat as he looked towards his daughter. Alicent looked shocked to see the group of you, and you noted her visible nervousness.

Lyonel stands and comes to Harwin's side, demanding answers most likely. Harwin begins whispering in his father's ear, explaining the situation.

"Sister," Rhaenyra stands, hand placed over her round stomach. "What is wrong?"

You cross your arms over your chest, eyes blazing as you glare at the Hightowers at the table. "Since the birth of my Daeragon I have endured vile slanders against not only myself, but my marriage, and every one of my children."

Alicent shifts uncomfortably in her seat.

"Princess," Otto pokes in. "I can assure you-"

"Assure what?" you snap, slamming down on the table to lean towards the Hand. "Alicent has been the one to pull my ladies from me just after giving birth to insinuate my babes have been fathered by knight of the City Watch who is not my husband. Even now, a month after having my twins, I am approached with more blasphemy. No more."

You usher Maevor forward, who happily extends his right arm before you have to ask. Harwin joins you, followed by Lyonel, both of whom put out their wrists as well.

Alicent's mouth widens in shock before she grits her teeth. Even Larys' wears a look of shock as he checks his own wrists, coming up with nothing.

"I am tired of my children being put under scrutiny," you say finally. "And of my loyalty to my husband being questioned. Now, if you all do not mind, I would like to enjoy the rest of the day with my family undisturbed."

You step back from the table to leave when Rhaenyra wraps you up in a hug. "I am so sorry, sister," she whispers.

You assure her with a simple kiss to the side of her head before reaching for Maevor's hand.

The boy is practically bouncing on his feet as the two of you make your way back to your chambers, both Harwin and Ellion following close behind.

"She is very scary, your wife," Ellion admits to Harwin lowly. "I would to want to be on the receiving end of her wrath."

He only chuckles, "No, nor would I."

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My Lady Strong (III)

Aemond had always been protective of his neice, obssessed even, insiting on keeping her sheltered, and purley his, he never let her stray far and following the incident at Driftmark, Aemma was rarley without Aemond as her shadow. How will the kind, sheltered girl fair in the dance of dragons?

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CW: Mentions of death, violence

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A/N sorry i haven't posted in a while I've been ill and busy will college, hope you enjoy, I don't really like how this chapter turned out, but next chapter their will be a little time skip

Two months following her and Aemonds betrothal, grief struck Kings Landing.

First was the death of the Strongs, ser Harwin and lord Lynol. Then came the news of her Aunt Leana’s death.

They had travelled to Driftmark for Leana’s funeral, a morbid affair she did not wish to attend, especially after receiving all those nasty looks from her Veleryon kin. Her father had been lost to the world of grief, the death of his sister taking over, and his days spent wallowing in the sea. Her mother was better, though isolated. Focusing all her attention on the new babe.

She, as always, stood beside Aemond, few things had changed between them since their courtship began, Aemonds possessive nature towards her had come out tenfold. Though the general rules of courtship dictated they remain an ‘appropriate distance’ from one another and must always remain accompanied (a fact her septa had constantly reminded her), they instead broke every rule, acting as if they were already wed, they even shared a bed every night (which Aemond insisted had to remain secret), Aemond claiming it was then ‘practising for married life’. Though Aemma was not too sure what the fuss was about. People had begun to treat her like a grown woman, even her mother, acting as if she were not a child who had yet to reach her tenth name day.

She had decided grown-up life seemed incredibly dull, even her lessons changed, now focusing on new responsibilities, such as sewing and running a household.

She hated the whole thing, hated that her lessons with Aemond were now few and far between.

Her brothers had too changed since her betrothal, namely Jace. Though it was more recent, (mainly due to the strong departure and death, why that seemed to greatly affect Jace’s behaviour she was not sure) He had insisted on being her and Aemonds chaperone, though they usually managed to escape him, he would follow them around, breaking them apart whenever they did something ‘improper’, she had begun to refer to him as septa Jace, though not out loud, she even began to think allowing her septa to chaperone them may be better than his company.

Aemond himself didn’t seem to care, he had never liked Jace and seemed to act up more in his presence, becoming more possessive of her, even manhandling her (not that she knew what that was). If she was anyone else perhaps, she would have been worried over his possessive nature, But she did not, she loved it. In truth, there was nothing wrong with it as far as she was aware.

Her mother had been the same. So protective and controlling of her life that it felt right.

With Aemond though it never felt like he was controlling her, she felt it was normal, he would protect her from the mean words and looks from others (not that she knew they were even happening), and he would even take her out of septa lessons were she was being taught ‘nonsense’, an action both her mother and Aemond partook in.

Aemond was a constant presence that she could rely on, he was the one by her side as she heard the news of each of the deaths. He had instantly sought her out after the news of Ser Harwin, she may not have been as close as Jace and Luke were to him, but he had always been there with a kind smile and open arms for her. As for her aunt, she had never met Laena, but her father always told her stories of her, she had wanted to, and now she never would.

Aemond gripped her hand tightly as she sniffed her tears.

“We have nothing in common!” Aegon whined next to them.

She had decided to stand with Aemond and Helena, having had enough of the stares she received from the Velaryons as she stood beside her mothers and brothers. Heleana was on one side, crotched in the dirt playing with some new insect she had discovered, and on the other stood Aegon, already deep in his cups.

“she’s our sister” Aemond reminded, following their betrothal her grandfather saw fit to preserve the Valyrian bloodline once more and betrothed Heleana and Aegon.

“You marry her then!”

“He is to marry me, uncle” Aemma replied, naively, moving to crotch near Heleana “Perhaps he should have betrothed Heleana and Jacaerys, Helena would be a good queen!”

Aemond and Aegon shared a look.

“She is to be your wife, brother, show her some respect”  he replied, choosing to ignore her words. He moved to pull Aemma back up from the ground “You’ll muddy your dress”.

“Heleana already has, what does it matter if I do!” she replied, kneeling, and looking at Helena’s newest bug, “what is that?” she asked, but instead of an answer, she was met with Heleana muttering about a hand and spools of black and green.

“Aemma” she heard her mother call her, pulling her away from the ground and Aemond.

“Mother? What is it?” she asked,

“it is time to bed sweet girl,” her mother spoke, caressing her face.

“But it’s early!” she whined, Aemond would not wish to go to bed yet, she was sure to not find any sleep.

“just go.” Her mother sighed.

Aemma was woken to the sounds of shouts coming from the great hall. The whole family had gathered in the dead of night, the hall was silent when she reached it, her mother comforting her brothers, receiving Alicent’s disapproving stare.

The Hall was split in two, the whole of Driftmark in attendance. On one side stood her mother, brothers, cousins and Veleryon grandparents, on the other her grandsire, Alicent, Heleana and Aegon. Someone was sitting in a chair facing away from them all, maesters surrounding them.

“Muña?” she questioned confused as to what was going on “What happened? Where’s Aemond?”

“Oh, my sweet girl” her mother ran, pulling her to her and her brothers.

“What happened? Where’s Ae-“She was cut off, a sob leaving her mouth as his head popped around the chair. His eye gashed out and his face was swollen.

“Aemond!” she gasped, moving from her mother’s grip, “what happened?” she cried, reaching for his face.

He hissed, pulling back, “They attacked me!” he shouted pointing to her brothers and cousins.

“What! Why?” she sobbed, burying her face in his chest, “why? Why would they do that to you?”

“He attacked Baela” she heard Jace shout back.

“He broke Luke’s nose!”

“He stole my mother’s dragon!”

“ENOUGH!” her grandsire demanded; his anger apparent.

“He was going to kill Jace!”

“I didn’t do anything!” Aemond insisted, pulling Aemma’s face closer into his chest, finding solace in her presence.

“ENOUGH!” her grandsire demanded once again.

“It should be my son telling the tale” Alicent insisted, moving her hand to rub Aemma’s back.

Her grandsire hit his cane to the floor, demanding silence, “Aemond, I will have the truth of what happened, now!”

“What else is there to hear? Your son has been maimed…Her son is responsible”.

“It was a regrettable accident” her mother spoke.

“How was taking his eye an accident?” Aemma questioned, moving her head back to look at her mother, “what could he have possibly done to deserve his eye being taken?” she questioned, glaring at Luke as he shrunk back behind their mother.

Alicent nodded her head, agreeing with Aemma, “The prince Lucerys brought a blade to an ambush. He meant to kill my son!” she insisted, causing Aemma to gasp and continue her teary glare at her brothers.

“It was my sons who were attacked and forced to defend themselves… Vile insults were levied against them” her mother declared.

“What insults?”

Her mother hesitated “The legitimacy of my…son’s birth was put loudly to the question”.

“What?”

Speaking up, Luke said “he called us bastards!” sending her a pleading gaze, trying to prove his innocence, but Aemma only saw his guilt, he took her Aemonds eye, and whatever Aemond did she doubted had cause for his eye to be taken.

Looking at Aemond, she whispered “What’s a bastard?” with confusion written on her face, Aemond only shook his head, guilt shimmering in his eye.

“My sons are in line to inherit the iron throne, your grace. This is the highest of treasons…. Prince Aemond must be Sharpley questioned so we might learn where he heard such slanders”.

“He just lost his eye, and you want to… to interrogate him, over an…” Aemma lead off, confusion clear in her tone, but Alicent continued for her.

“Over and insult? My son has lost an eye!”

Her grandsire moved towards Aemond, Aemma was ushered off Aemonds lap, moving to stand near Heleana. “You tell me, boy, where did you hear this lie?” her grandsire demanded.

Alicent was quick to respond, coming to Aemonds defence, (perhaps even her own) “This insult was training yard bluster, it was nothing”. But her grandsire paid no attention to her, only moving to question Aemond again.

where is Ser Laenor, I wonder? The children’s father? Perhaps he might have something to say on the matter.”

“Yes, where is Ser Laenor?”

“he’s at the beach” Aemma interrupted, “ he has not left the sea since we arrived,” she looked around the room, her move gaining some sense of confidence from Aemma’s interruption.

“yes, he nor I could find sleep, we took a walk on the beach, where Laenor chose to remain” Her mother nodded, a smug smile gracing her face as Alicent kissed her teeth.

Her grandsire spoke, stopping Alicent from changing the subject once again “Aemond, look at me. Your king demands an answer. Who spoke these lies to you?”

Aemond shifted his gaze to his mother, “It was Aegon” he answered, moving his gaze to his brother.

“Me?” Aegon asked confused, she had never heard him say it before, then again until today, she had never heard the word at all. And seeing how uncomfortable the word made everyone, it made sense for Aegon, he seemed to thrive on the discomfort of others.

“And you, boy? Where did you hear such calumnies?” her grandsire spat “Aegon! Tell me the truth of it!”

“We know, father. Everyone knows. Just look at them” Aegon sighed, eyes turning to her brothers, Aemma herself was pulled back to Aemond, who hid her from everyone’s gaze.

“This interminable infighting must cease! All of you! We are family! Now make your apologies and show goodwill to one another. Your father, your grandsire, your king demands it.” Her grandsire demanded.

“That is insufficient. Aemond has been damaged, permanently, ‘Good will’ cannot make Aemond whole” Alicent demanded.

“I know Alicent, but I cannot restore an eye,“ a deep sigh left her grandsire.

“No, because it’s been taken!” 

“What would you have me do?”

“There is a debt to be paid. I shall have one of her son’s eyes in return” Alicent declared, gasps filling the hall.

“My dear wife-”

Her eyes watered, her son, their sons’ eye had been taken and he does not seem to care “he is your son, Viserys. Your blood”

“Do not allow your temper to guide your judgment”

“If the king will not seek justice, the queen will. Ser Criston… Bring me the eye of Lucerys Velaryon.” Alicent ordered.

Luke let out a nervous shout for his mother, moving to hide behind her. 

“he can choose which eye to keep, a privilege he did not grant my son” Alicent spoke, Ser Criston stared down at her, unsure of what to do.

Turing to Ser Cole, her grandsire demanded “You will do no such thing… Stay your hand”.

“No, you are sworn to me!” she shouted at Ser Criston, as he stood unsurely “As your protector, my queen.”

“This matter is finished, do you understand?” her grandsire spoke to Alicent, moving away before declaring “And let it be known, anyone whose tongue dares to question the birth of Princess Rhaenyra’s children should have it removed!”

“Thank you, Father” her mother spoke, relief clear in her tone. But Alicent was enraged and moved towards grabbing the dagger from her grandsire and moved to charge at her mother and Luke.

Shouts filled the hall, trying to get Alicent to stop, but she continued.

“you’ve gone too far” her mother spoke, grabbing Alicent’s arm, preventing the dagger from diving into Luke’s eye.

“i? What have I done but what expected of me? Forever upholding the kingdom, the family, and the law. While you flout all to do as you, please” Alicent spat in reply. “Where is duty? Where is sacrifice? And now you take my son's eye, and to that event, you feel entitled”.

“Exhausting, wasn’t it? Hiding beneath the cloak of your own righteousness” her mother replied, seeing Alicent face drop and her grip on the blade began to loosen. “But now they see you as you truly are,” she said lowly, the dagger slipped from Alicent’s hand, down her mother’s arm, blood dripping to the ground.

“This proceeding is at an end”

Aemma had not left Aemonds side since that night. She took over from the maesters, changing Aemonds bandage, and applying the ointment. She refused to let others near him, to leave him. Even when her mother tried to carry her out of the room herself, she would scream and protest. She only left once her mother came and told them they were leaving.

“I will not” she shook her head, ripped her arm from her mothers “I will not leave him, you can not make me!” she screamed.

“dōna riña” her mother begged, “please, my sweet girl, for me and your brothers they miss you, you will see in in a few years when you are to wed.” her mother sneered the last part, the maids had whispered about how her mother had pleaded with her grandsire to end the engagement, but only a fool would think she herself would let anyone but Aemond be her husband.

“I do not care! Alicent has said I can stay in Kings Landing, in my home, Mother please!” she begged “I cannot leave my Aemond, especially after what they did, stay Muña, please”.

“I cannot, sweet girl, it is for the best” her mother continued.

“For whom? For you? Mayhaps, but for me it will be nothing but pure torture, I will scream if you make me go, I will bring you nothing but hell if you take me there, take me away from MY AEMOND!” She shouted, streams streaming down her face.

She noticed the man then, he had silver hair like her mother’s family, she remembered who he was then, Aemond had mentioned him, their uncle Daemon, rider of Caraxes. He stood against the wall, his lip quirked and laughter leaving his lips, “leave her, let the Hightower cunts have her” he spoke up.

“Do not-“ her mother began, a sigh leaving her lips. She looked at Aemma, defeat filling her features, “Please, sweet girl, please”

“I won’t, I can’t leave him, Muña”.

Her mother sighed “ok, but if you ever, and I mean if for a second, a minute second, wish to come to Dragonstone, come. You are my daughter, my dōna riña, and you always will be my favourite girl” tears filled her mother’s eyes.

“of course, Muña, I love you” she whispered the last part, looking down “I’m sorry, I’ll miss you”.

“I love you too, I’ll miss you, sweet girl, I’ll visit whenever you ask” her mother promised.

Though that would soon become a lie, as Aemma would not see her mother for years to come.

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"I heard she removed Aemond's eye with a spoon and ate it afterwards."

Apparently, Aemond was not the only psychopath at this school. What sane person would start such perverse rumors?

The rumors were awful.

She would love to go to these girls and smack the bullshit out of them.

Jacaerys liked to claim that Lucy had trouble controlling herself but she wasn't the one looking for someone else's eye.

Well, in reality she already did it, but it wasn't planned. Aemond planned her death. Big Difference.

Damn, she had been a child and tried to protect her brother.

She wasn't a bad person.

He attacked. She protected.

Aemond Tarargyen, on the other hand, a full-time psychopath, seemed to have a plan to make her life miserable before he would kill her.

He was just everywhere.

When she came out of the classroom, he walked past her, when she visited her brother, he was suddenly there, and when she had to go to the toilet, he suddenly had to go the same way.

This man had made it his top priority to torment her before he wanted to remove her eye.

"Can't you fuck off?," she said when Aemond surprisingly bumped into her. Again.

"This school doesn't belong to you, little Lucy. I know you are used to get what you want without any consequences but here I am the one who rules," Aemond snarled. "By the way, I'm assigned to you, I think you'll have to endure my presence a little longer. Stay strong."

Ah, the popular joke about her real father again.

Harwin Strong was a businessman in a rival company and her mother was said to have had an affair with him that produced Jace and Lucy.

Since she and Leanor both had silvery blonde hair, it was easy to assume that they weren't Leanor's children.

But her mother had never admitted it, and Leanor never said something.

"Well, very funny, now that you're done with your stupid jokes, you can fuck off and take your shit to-" Lucy winced as Aemond shoved her into a small side corridor and pushed her against the wall.

That seemed to be his habit.

Pushing people against walls.

Or at least her.

"This is my fucking school, niece. Who do you think you are?" He held her arms tightly. She was sure she would see his prints there in the morning. He looked down at her, hard and unyielding. He was a head taller than her, if not even more, and never had Lucy felt so small.

As a child, she has been taller than Aemond, despite their age difference, but that had more than doubled in his favor. The little crybaby Aemond was now a man. To her misfortune.

Puberty did hit him too hard.

"Let me go right now, Aemond," she ordered, tried to free herself but Aemond looked down at her mockingly. Her attempts were pathetic.

"Or what? Are you going to take my other eye then?"

She really longed for that at the moment.

"I've already apologized!"

"You can keep your apology. I desire something else from you," Aemond breathed, pressing her even harder against the wall. If that was even possible. No sheet of paper would fit between them. She had never been so close to anyone before. Her heart was beating wildly against her chest. What the hell was this? "How does it feel, little Lucy? Knowing that I could take your eye anytime, hmm? Do you want to know how it made me feel? Or is everything forgotten and forgiven to you after your sweet apology?"

There was nothing in the world that could save her.

Her mother had made it very clear that she would be spending this school year at King's Landing, and Jacaerys was more concerned about his affairs with some girls than anything else.

What was his advice ? Keep cool ?

The next time he had another argument with Aegon, his blood splattered everywhere, Lucy would recommend a loving 'Keep cool' as well.

She flinched as Aemond's fingers touched her lips.

Would it be a good idea to bite him now? Then he would not only be the one-eyed Aemond but also the fingerless one.

"So will you give me your eye?," he asked. "Or shall I take something else?"

My life? My money? My pure soul?

"Tell me, Lucy," Aemond breathed "Why are you shaking so much? Is it because of me? Has never anyone ever touched you before?"

By the old gods. His words sounded so filthy. Did he do that on purpose?

"Even if someone had touched me, it's none of your fucking business," she hissed and Aemond laughed in response.

She tried to free herself but he pushed her harder against the wall. Pressed against the wall without escape. It made her feel his muscles under his shirt.

He took her breath away, twisted her world and she couldn't help but think about how his skin would feel against hers.

"Even if? So I'd be the first to-"

"Aemond?"

They both looked to the right. Lucy embarrassed and shocked that they had been caught and Aemond murderous that he had been interrupted.

A girl with long black hair and tanned skin stood not far from them and stared at them.

Her gaze was disdainful as she ran it over Lucy. "Who is this?"

Aemond let his gaze slide back to Lucy and the corners of his mouth turned up. She did not like his look. He looked down on her like a wild animal ready to devour its prey.

"My new playmate," Aemond replied in amusement, gently stroking Lucy's cheek with his long fingers before pulling away, leaving her pressed against the wall like an idiot.

He left her without a second glance and threw his arm around the strange girl, who gave Lucy a hostile look before letting Aemond pull her along.

Lucy clutched her chest, which was rising and falling uncontrollably.

It was worse than she had expected. Maybe she shouldn't wait until Aemond killed her. Maybe it would be better if she faked her own death.

This school year was going to be horrific.

Aemond was not only a psychopath but also an arrogant bastard.

And everyone in that goddamn school seemed to respect him.

Or fear. Often these two feelings were close to each other.

"His mother was here yesterday," Baela informed him. "Aemond beat up some classmate for pulling his eye patch off."

"Sounds fair," judged Rhaena.

"Before that, they say Aemond pushed him against the lockers."

"And now it sounds a lot less fair."

"And has he been suspended?" Lucy asked hopefully.

Baela gave her a pitying look.

"Unfortunately not, our uncle spoke to Mr. Velaryon. He got only a warning," Rhaena shared. Lucy had to organize her thoughts for a moment. By uncle she meant her uncle Viserys, who ironically was Lucy's grandfather.

It was all very confusing.

"And that's what happens when you have a powerful man as your father," Baela interjected as she put another spoonful of soup in her mouth. It was already her third plate and Lucy wondered when she'd finally stuffed the black hole in her stomach.

"Aemond is an asshole and one of the reasons is that Viserys always gets him out of those situations."

Lucy could only agree.

They all looked up as Alys River's laughter echoed through the hall.

She sat on Aemond's lap and seemed to be having fun while Aemond looked almost bored.

He sat back in his chair, legs spread wide and one arm over the seat back.

"Look at him, how he sits there like he is the god damn king of this school."

They all looked at him. "Well, he kind of is, the king of this school. His minions love him and do everything he says."

Suddenly, Aemond's gaze shifted to them and Baela and Rhaena jumped in shock.

They looked back at their plates as fast as they could, but Lucy felt ... consumed.

Aemond's gaze pierced her and robbed her of the ability to think. Why did he have so much power over her?

A knowing smile appeared on his lips and he winked at her.

Annoyed, Lucy rolled her eyes and turned around.

It was best if she tried to avoid him.

It was like some bad cheesy teen drama when she walked out of the secretariat and walked straight into Hugh Hammer.

Hugh Hammer was big and would have knocked her over if he hadn't caught her at the last second.

She was momentarily dizzy from the impact.

"Are you alright?" he asked looking at her worried.

He was pretty. He had brown eyes with long eyelashes and light blonde hair.

His face was very square and his build was similar to Aemond's, only slightly shorter and broader.

As Lucy ran her gaze over his body, she saw the muscles showing beneath his clothing.

"You mean after you almost killed me?" she asked wryly and he laughed.

"You ran into me. As quickly as you stormed out of the secretariat, it's a wonder you didn't kill me," he joked and she laughed.

She had called her mother begging her to take her out of school, but the only thing that had come from her was that her life hadn't been easy either.

Thanks for nothing, mum.

She decided to write a long farewell letter explaining that it was her fault that she had to suffer so much before Aemond finally had mercy and put an end to her suffering.

"I'm Hugh," he introduced himself and Lucy took his outstretched hand.

"Lucerya but my friends call me Lucy," and Aemond Targaryen who was doing whatever he wanted. Little Lucy. Sweet.

"Lucerya? Are you Jacaerys' little sister?"

"Oh god, please don't tell me you're friends with him?"

Hugh laughed.

"No, I was in the same year as Aegon before he had to repeat. Jacaerys is just very popular, and word has it his sister is going to our boarding school."

Apparently, Jacaerys wasn't lying about his supposed popularity after all. People here were crazy. Maybe she should drop that he cries when he sleeps.

"Are you at the party tonight?"

"What party?"

"Your brother's party?" Hugh asked in surprise and looked confused.

Well, he wasn't the only one.

Jacaerys, that little asshole, that little worm, that little dwarf, didn't invite her.

Hugh would think she was a boring loser if she confessed to him now.

"Ah, the party. Sorry, always so busy I forgot." She laughed like a crazy bitch. All she had to do was open one of her books and dream that she was somewhere else. Far away. "Of course I'll come."

"Cool," Hugh replied, smiling. He was so cute.

"See you tonight then, Lucy."

Now all she had to do was find out where this party was taking place.

And killing her brother for not inviting her.

Did sound like a good plan.

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[misguidedasgardian]

The White Dragon (45 FINALE)

45. Kept Promises

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Summary: you get to enjoy everything you worked so hard for

Pairings: Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader, many OC X Other OC characters 

Warnings: cursing, birth, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs, talks about past war, might miss some warnings

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 2,3 k

Notes: Can’t wait this is it, a story I’ve been writing for almost a year! a story that was so cherished and commented, and even TRANSLATED! wow, it is mindblowing, thank you all who have read it so far, this was my first HOTD story, and it won’t be the last, it certainly will be the longest though hehe, well enjoy it!

3 years later

“What am I supposed to do without you?”, you asked lazily, as Cregan smiled back at you

“Keep reigning beautifully as you had done so far”, he responded, as he sipped on his chalice of wine, he was going to go back North Tomorrow, spending three years as your hand, and in the capital, refusing every time you offered to take him up there in Dragonback, “You are going to name…?”

“Aemond”, you responded, “as my hand, he has been here by my side, I think is time”, he nodded

“Very well”

“You will be missed at court”, you said gently

“Is that the way you yourself say you’ll miss me?”, he teased, “I need to go home, with my children, RIckon is growing up without his father and, my daughters too, they need me”

“I know”, you said, “we will be fine, I had some practice over this three years”, you said with a shy smile

“Well, let’s attend this feast you organized in my honor”

Tomorrow you were going to lose your first hand and your very best friend, but it was time, and you had been very selfish to keep him this whole time, when at first he was only going to stay for one year

You walked alongside him throughout the Keep

“I’m going to miss this place”, he said, as you looked around 

You passed by Steffon, training the new Queensguards and soldiers in the courtyard, you passed by the God’s wood, were Saera, your ten year old daughter was reading with the Septas in the garden, and Vaegor was in his class with a maester 

You walked side by side with Cregan

“What about Daeron?”, he asked then

“He is in Oldtown, I gave him my blessing to marry a distant hIghtower cousin, and he sends me letters regularly, so he is settled”, you said, relieved.

You even passed by the small Sept, within the castle’s walls, and there she was, Alicent, who had taken the cloth, she was reading the seven pointed star, the religious book, she barely noticed you passed by, and you preferred it so, you didn't want to disturb her

“She asked me permission to go to Oldtown to see her son, I think she wants to stay there, I told her yes”

“That is smart”

“I know I have been taken her counsel, is wise counsel, I hope she wants to come back, I’m losing all my counselors”, you said with a shy smile

“You will be fine”, he said, “so now I understand, I acted like the devil in your shoulder, and she acted like the little angel”

“Something like that”

You even walked towards the battlements, the higher places of the walls around the castle, and there he was

“My Queen”, he purred, kissing you swiftly in your lips, you giggle like you were a little girl, Harwin was as big as ever, maybe more snow in his head, but he was as handsome as ever

“Are you getting everything ready?”, you asked

“Indeed I am”, he said, “I will leave tomorrow and you will follow a week from now”, he said, “and we will be free enough to go home even if its only for a moon”, you smiled and nodded

“Oh right, I leave and you start neglected your duties”, Cregan mocked

“Yes, sure”, you said back, “Aemma could give birth every day from now”, you said with a wide smile, “we want to go home”

“I thought she was in Dragonstone”

“She decided to have the child in the Whitehall”, you said, smiling softly

“Great”, he said

“We all will gather, my whole family, under one roof once again”, you said, Rhaegar is coming from the North, with his family”

“Sara included?”

“Indeed”, you said, “Karnax had grown massively, they will probably fly down here, and it won’t take them two months”

“What a marvel is to travel in Dragonback”

“Riding dragons is the best thing ever”, said Harwin looking back at you, so seriously you wouldn’t believe he was being a dirty man, you slapped him on his chest

“Haha”, you mocked

“Your Grace”, you looked back to see Aemond walking towards you

“How is the planning for the reconstructions of the slums of Flea Bottom going?”, you asked him

“That was what I came here to discuss with Ser Harwin”, he said with a shy smile

“I’ll leave you to it”, you said, “and after this, you are free to go to the Whitehall”, you said back

“After we say goodbye to the Lord Hand”. 

“I will see you all at the feast”, you demanded, and you left Cregan there and kept walking alone through the walls, towards the sea 

Aemond and Aemond had been here, by your side all these years, after you, not officially, had decided to name them both your heirs, that way, they will be eased into the huge burden of ruling the seven Kingdoms

But Aemma, with a child in her belly, had decided to go back to Harrenhal to live her first pregnancy at peace, accompanied by her big brother, Helaena, and her sweet nephews, and Aemond went back and forth, it was a couple of hours journey on Dragonback

And as you looked to the Narrow Sea, you thought about the long journey that took you here, that made you Queen of the Seven Kingdoms

You missed your family, and the way things would have been, if only… if wasn’t for Otto HIghtower’s greed

You would be a huge family, three times as large, more powerful, the greatest dynasty, and even though you had won, you wished you didn’t need to play the game in the first place

But it was too late now

Things were as they were and you couldn’t change them.

you enjoyed a huge feast in the name of your Lord Hand of the Queen Cregan Stark

And everyone was there, representatives of all the great families, 

And the next day, you said Goodbye to Cregan at the harbor, with your two youngest children by your side

“Anything you need, I’ll be a raven away”, he said to your ear as you hugged him tightly

“Same thing here”, you whispered

And then, he was gone

As was Harwin, and you stayed in the Keep, to make sure your small council was ready to run the Kingdoms while you were gone. Rhaenys was in, so you certainly knew everything was going to be alright 

And when you were getting ready to send out the royal statement that the taxes were going to lower in preparation for the next winter, you received surprising news

“Your grace, we got news from Harrenhal, King consort Harwin is there, princess Aemma is in labor”

You and Aemond ran through the Keep and to the Dragonpit, you had to go and arrived as soon as you were able, to ask your dragons the impossible 

. . .

“It hurts papa!”, she cried, and he shushed her gently against her temple

“I now my sweet girl, I know”, he holds her tightly against his chest, wiping the sweat of her forehead with his big hand, “I know, breathe for me, my girl, breathe”, she did as he told him, breathing heavily

“Mmmmm AH!”, she screamed, threatening to crush her father’s hand under her tight grip

“Fuck!”

“HERE I AM!”, screamed Aemond, storming into the room

“Where the fuck have you been?”, Aemma and Harwin screamed at the same time, “fucker I hate you for doing this to me!”, Aemma added between contractions, “I have been at this for hours!”

“She is all yours”, said Harwin. 

With a last kiss to her sweaty forehead, Harwin left the room, leaving Aemond to accompany his daughter

“How is she?”, you whined, arriving too panting for the run you had just performed 

“In pain, but very energetic”, said Harwin, “she is going to be fine”, he said hugging you tightly 

“You are the best father ever”, you whispered, hugging him back

“Prince Rhaegar and his lady wife Sara Stark are here your grace”, said one of your Queensguard who had been here keeping your children safe, you only nodded 

“Please stay still, my love!”, you heard through the hallways, and then there he was, your son, holding his two year old daughter in his arms, who was so fuzzy, Sara held her baby daughter in her arms, as she was already pregnant again

“Welcome my loves”, it had been a while since you saw your child.

“Oh, let me see her”, you cooed, grabbing the newest addition to the family, “hello you”, she was so beautiful, and as you held your granddaughter in your arms, you were reminded of your own children and when you held them for the first time

“Look Harwin”, you whispered, looking down at the beautiful baby girl, with pitch black air and purple eyes

“Let’s go see Maekar and Helaena”, before you arrived to the great hall, you were received by the twins, who greeted you happy to see you, and led you to the family hall

A more personal space, designed only for you and your family, with comfortable spaces and long chairs for all of you to see

There they were, Maekar, holding in his arms the little boy Helaena gave him, a silver haired, green eyed boy, who they named Baelon

“Mother”, he greeted, hugging you tightly, they all greeted each other, and you, with already one grandchild in your arms, sat down as Helaena sweetly placed your other in your other arm, they were so tiny and cute

“I love them so much”, you whispered, Harwin sat by your side, to also enjoy his grandchildren

“Gods woman, we are old”, he chuckled in your ear, and you laughed

“We are not old Harwin, only seasoned”, you said 

But the evidence that age was catching up to you was right there, and as you looked around, and saw four of your five children, and their two spouses, and their own children, two of them in your arms, you smiled so widely.

Harwin took Erena, Rhaegar’s daughter into his arms

“Apa! Aba!”, cheered Gilliane, Rhaegar’s oldest, and you accommodated her between you both as well

And you spend the next few hours waiting on Aemma

And then finally your queensguard entered the room

“Princess Aemma gave birth to a healthy baby boy, your grace!”, he said, even he couldn’t hide his smile, “both are healthy and strong!”

Everyone cheered

One little baby that one day was going to sit the Iron Throne

Harwin and you entered the room first, and there they were the two new parents, with their bundle in their arms, and that look in their eyes

Your daughter looked beautiful, her loose silver hair, her sweaty face, that was the one of a woman now

“Mama, papa, meet Aerion”, she introduced. A small silver haired boy with amethyst eyes 

“Nice to meet you”, you cooed, leaning in to kiss your daughter in her forehead, “you did so great my sweet sweet girl”

“thank you mama”, you whispered

“Let me see the little guy”, said Harwin, accommodating by your side 

“Good job my sweet”, he whispered to his daughter.

“Congratulations Aemond”, you said softly, and he smiled thankfully

“Thank you” 

After so many years, and so many things that happened, people that came and went, people that were always there and were never coming back, and people that went away too soon

It took you long years but you finally managed to fulfill that promise you and Harwin made to each other.

Once many years ago promised you were going to return home, with all your children, and finally you had

Even if it was temporary, even if it was for a little while…

All your children and grandchildren, together, under one roof

You wished you could stay like this forever.

. . .

Another year passed, yo had made Aemond your hand, and Aemma and little Aerion were back in the capital, so you decided, with their line secured and then already taking responsibilities within the Kingdom, you summoned them in the entrails of the Red Keep

With Balerion the black dread as a witness, the Valyrian steel dagger of the Conqueror in the fire, you looked at both of them in the eyes, and grabbed their hand in yours, and squeezed reassuringly

“I will tell you both about the Dream of the Conqueror”, you began softly, “the song of Ice and Fire”

Reader and Harwin lived happily ever after, he the ever supporting husband, he stopped being Lord Commander of the city watch, and just stood and supported his wife until his death in 171 AC, Reader survived him, for 9 more years, passing in her sleep at 69 name days

Aemma and Aemond succeed her, reigning together, following the legacy of “the conciliator come again”.  having two children, a boy Aerion, and a girl Aerea, who would sit the Iron Throne together after them

Maekar and Helaena lived together in Harrenhal with their children, Jahaerys, Jahaera and Maelor would later return to the Keep to be a part of court, while Helaena stayed at the white Hall with Maekar and their own children, who continued the legacy of House Strong

Rhaegar and Sara had beautiful daughters together, and by the side of Cregan they kept the North safe and united, also with Cregan’s son Rickon.

Saera stayed in court by her mother’s side 

Vaegor wanted to travel the seas, so you let him, Corlys and Rhaenys took him under his wing, him and Lucerys were little pirates in training 

The funeral pyre of the first Queen of the Seven Kingdoms was the greatest they had ever seen

People from all over the world made the journey to Harrenhal, to witness it, as the great White Dragon lit the fire that sent her rider to the next life. 

Vhaelar, the White Dragon, the wild dragon who only had one rider, took to the skies after, to never be seen again.

Goodbye

Alright, I don’t know how else to celebrate the ending of this story that I have been writing since OCTOBER 2022, it’s bananas! almost a whole year! 

It was my first Hotd story, and the most inspiring one. There was a time I even posted one chapter a day because I couldn’t stop, and readers wrote to me at every turn, to ask me things, and suggest some more, and I LOVED what I felt with so much interaction.

Well, finishing this story means something HUGE for me, really, it’s the longest story I have written, and I can't even believe I’m finally finishing it.

And believe me when I tell you this came out so different from what I hoped and what I wanted to write in the beginning, but in the end, I'm so pleased and satisfied.

I want to thank everyone who read this story, and give you my eternal love

 Anyways, thank you all, and the sentiment of relief I’m feeling right now, to finish something so long and that I’ve worked so hard on, I’m having mixed feelings, relief, but sadness that is ending… anyways

Thank you all, love you 

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[asoiafsworld]

you drew stars around my scars (but now i'm bleeding)

pairing; aegon targaryen x fem!oc (alyssa velaryon)

summary; alyssa velaryon comes as a miracle to rhaenyra targaryen, a trueborn daughter with silver hair and dark skin that mirrors her father, ser laenor velaryon. she is dutiful, loved, respected, kind and the most beautiful woman in the seven kingdoms. and she falls in love with her uncle, prince aegon targaryen, a fearsome knight that is just as respected and loved as the woman he loves. they are bound by something greater that only they can feel, meant to burn and crash together. it is only unfortunate that every person around them does not want them to be together.

warnings; none just a lot of fluff!!

author's note; i haven't posted anything in a long time but pls take this is a consolation gift <33 i never planned to write for argon but hes basically very oc here bc aegon is a good boy to me! hope u enjoy it <3

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RHAENYRA

 “YOU CUNT!”, she hears herself scream faintly, a sound that is close and far, loud and faint at the same time. Her body is burning with pain and agony, a frown is visible on her face and she breathes through her nose and exhales through her mouth. She swallows the lump in her throat that feels as thick as the head of the baby that she’s trying to push out. Come out, you little gremlin. I’ll give you a piece of my mind, she thinks. 

Rhaenyra was incredibly nervous and terrified of giving birth due to the memories of her mother and the loss that is still carved into her heart. She wishes for her mother to be at her side, wants her dear mother to hold her hand and tell her it will be alright. But she’s not here, she will never meet any of her grandchildren and it pains the young princess so much to think about it.

The midwives surrounding her will have to do for now and they are doing a good job. She reminds herself to thank them and apologize when this is over because of the curses she has thrown at them and is sure that she won’t think of the midwife between her legs as a cunt when the babe is finally out.

She continues to push and breathe, just like she was told and the pain is awful, worse than anything she has ever felt before. The child bed is our battlefield, her mother had once said. How wise Queen Aemma had been… and how terribly she died.

Rhaenyra almost doesn’t recognize how the pressure from between her legs is gone and only opens her eyes when she hears a shrill scream. There is still pain that lingers but without a babe trying to fight it’s way outside, some of the pain subsides immediately and the princess is grateful for it. She feels tears roll down her cheeks for the second time that day, this time of relief and happiness, opposed to the tears of agony and pain she had cried earlier. Her little bundle of joy is wrapped in a cloth and pressed into her arms by a smiling nurse who confirms that the baby is healthy and a girl. She looks down at her little one, her first child, her girl, her heir to the throne. There is a small tuft of white-blonde hair on her head and her skin is dark, a little lighter than Laenor but certainly darker than Rhaenyra's and it makes the Crown Princess want to scream and laugh from relief. Her daughter, her firstborn child is without a trace of doubt a child of Targaryen and Velaryon blood, something that Rhaenyra wasn’t sure would happen.

Rhaenyra did consumate her marriage with her husband, Ser Laenor Velaryon. They had however only lain twice with one another, both occurrences a few weeks after their joyless wedding. After that, her interest of Ser Harwin Strong had grown, who is now her sworn knight and her husband had equally found companionship in a different man’s arms. The first time she had lain with Harwin was only a few days after the last time she had done her duty with her husband, which is why it was difficult for Rhaenyra to know who’s child she would give birth to. She was more expecting for a pale skinned and dark haired babe to be placed in her arms but she certainly does not mind being surprised like this… no one would question the legitimacy of this babe, a spitting image of Laenor.

The princess holds the little creature close to her, who hasn’t stopped crying but has gotten quieter in voicing her discomfort. She is certain that in the throes of her pain, it had felt like the babe was much bigger than what she’s holding in her arms, small even for a babe but still healthy. She vaguely registers that the midwives are telling her guards to call for her husband and father as she only has eyes for her little one.

You will understand how much I love you when you have your own children, her mother had once said to her. The younger version of her had only scoffed at that but now she understands what her beloved late mother was trying to tell her. It only takes one look at her daughter to know and realize that she would lay down her life for the little babe, so enamored with how she curiously stretches her neck and flails her arms about. Rhaenyra knows that she is still crying but she doesn't care, only cares for her daughter, her flesh and blood, her little dragon. She doesn’t dare to look away from her for even a second and places a long, sweet kiss on her forehead. She brushes over her head with one hand and wants to cry even more at how perfect her little one is.

“I was going to have a stern word with you about the pain you have caused me… But it seems that I am much too in love with you to even scold you. My little one, my little dragon. I know that you are born for the realm, that many men will want to guide you at a young age and teach you everything you need to know about ruling a kingdom… but I could never let you part from my side. How could I when you are so sweet and perfect and fit right into my arms? My sweet little dragon.”

Rhaenyra leans down and gives a soft kiss to the babe’s forehead who stirs at the touch but otherwise remains calm and quiet. She spends a few moments like this, simply staring at the beautiful creature she had made and held in her womb for nine moons… And realizes then that all the sickness she felt, all the heaviness from carrying her heavy womb, all the pain she had gone through just now, it was all worth it. Worth it in the way the babe holds her finger in a tight grip, in how her little head seems to turn in every direction trying to figure itself out. She doesn’t know how she can ever let her go and hand her off to someone else. 

Her head snaps up at the sound of the door opening and Laenor looks at her with wide eyes and a big grin on his youthful face. Rhaenyra doesn’t remember seeing such joy on his face since before their dreadful wedding. He approaches the bed and his eyes fall down to the babe in her arms, bundled up in a soft, velvet cloth. She watches as he comes closer and his eyes widen when he finally sees her and realizes that the child is his… possibly the only trueborn child that Rhaenyra could ever give him.

Her closeness with Ser Harwin since the wedding is not something she hid from her husband. Laenor even encouraged it, told her to be with him if it brought her happiness. Because of her closeness with him and her attempts with Laenor, Rhaenyra could not be sure of who’s child she would give birth to and she knew deep down in her heart that if she is to bear any future children, they would be Harwin’s and not Laenor’s… but she will love them all the same.

Laenor’s shocked gaze is on her now but she smiles at him in happiness and relief that is clearly mirrored on his face. He puts a hand to her head, gently brushing over her forehead and her barely visible white hair. He leans down and presses a kiss to her forehead, so soft and gentle as if she could break. Rhaenyra sees tears gather in his eyes and she knows then that this child means everything to him. He takes her into his arms and Rhaenyra almost wants to cry at the loss but keeps her eyes settled on Laenor who looks quite comical with his daughter in his arms, a big grin on his face and tears falling down his cheeks. The midwives are fussing around and starting to clean up and Rhaenyra knows she needs to get up and take a bath but how can she leave her little one out of her sight? How could she ever look away from her precious girl? Not holding her in her arms is bad enough as it is.

“My daughter, my precious girl. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me… My beautiful girl. You’ll be the most beautiful woman in the realm, the most wonderful queen of the seven kingdoms. My perfect little girl.” He kisses her forehead once more and it’s so sweet and loving that it almost feels too intimate for Rhaenyra to watch. Laenor turns to her with a blinding smile that makes her smile back at him. She might never bear any more of his children but at least they have her.

Laenor continues to dote on her and gently rocks her back and forth as her maids clean up the mess of blood all around her and prepare a bath for her. Rhaenyra is a mess of sweat and blood, her body aches from all the pushing, her throat feels sore from screaming but she still can not look away from the miracle that her husband is holding in his arms and she wishes she could hold her again… Surely he’s held her longer than she did before she was taken from her.

Just as she is about to call for Laenor to give her back, the doors open once more and her father and Alicent walk in. Great, she thinks. He’ll surely not let her go either.

“We rushed here as soon as we heard. My first grandchild! Now, let me see her.” Her father smiles brightly as he approaches her husband who seems very reluctant to hand the newborn off but does so all the same. Viserys smiles down at the little bundle and he seems so happy, so carefree as if he was holding his own child. She sees the facade of a smile on Alicent’s face crumble at that because her stepmother has never seen the king hold any of his children with her with so much care and love. Rhaenyra watches the queen compose herself and how she smiles at her step-granddaughter with veiled bitterness in her eyes and it makes Rhaenyra’s blood boil, makes her skin itch. She has half a mind to stand up and rip the baby away and back to her chest, where she belongs but her father dotes on her so sweetly, whispers to her about how beautiful and strong she will be and her love for her father and daughter is greater than her hate for Alicent.

“Have you named her yet?” The venom drips from the queen’s mouth with her words and her smile does nothing to soothe Rhaenyra. She then looks at her father who has looked up from the babe in his arms to look at her and Laenor. Her husband looks at her and nods happily, reassuring her of their previously discussed decision.

“Her name shall be Alyssa. Named after Queen Alyssa, the first Velaryon married into House Targaryen since the Conquest… and of course, after my grandmother.” Rhaenyra says her words carefully since she knows that her grandmother is a sore subject for her father but knows that he would love the chosen name. Viserys’ face lights up even more and he looks back down at the babe. Rhaenyra watches as he softly brushes a thumb over her tiny cheek and her heart warms in a way she has never felt before. How ironic, she thinks. I was so against marrying and being bound to bear children… and now I am utterly on my knees for this tiny little creature. My daughter. Rhaenyra’s heart clenches at the thought and for the first time, she is happy that she was somewhat forced into this marriage.

“A wonderful name for a beautiful little girl. She’ll be a good and kind queen but hopefully not as troublesome of a girl as your grandmother used to be.” Rhaenyra, Viserys and Laenor laugh at that. Alicent’s faked smile remains unmoved.

A few more minutes pass by as Viserys dotes on his grandchild before he gives her back to Laenor. Rhaenyra still lies in bed but is sat upright, a blanket over her lower body to hide the blood. Her father comes to her and kisses her forehead sweetly, squeezes her hand and smiles warmly. 

“You did well, my dear. I know you were scared but your efforts were worth it, you have a beautiful daughter now and proven that you’re worthy of what I have bestowed upon you by having an heir. She’ll be loved and cherished, your little Alyssa.” Rhaenyra smiles at her father and she can tell that he’s proud of her, something that Rhaenyra has always craved and so rarely received… she wishes that it would be for an actual accomplishment rather than giving birth but right now, she is simply happy to have her little girl. Her father and stepmother leave after that and Rhaenyra can finally freely glare at Laenor who begrudgingly gives his daughter back to her mother. She smiles down as the little girl is back in her arms and the babe makes a squealing sound of delight as she squirms around in her arms. Rhaenyra feels an overwhelming amount of love wash over her, to the point that it aches her heart and she places a few loving kisses on her head. She feels her husband’s gaze on them and looks back up at him, a humorous smile on her face.

“I suppose we got lucky… You have a child by blood after all.” Laenor laughs lowly and places a head on the babe’s head, simply letting his daughter feel his presence. His smile dims a little and Rhaenyra thinks it’s because he realizes that they won’t be so lucky next time and her own smile falls a little at that. Laenor notices this and gives her a reassuring squeeze to her shoulder.

“I will love and claim every child that you will give birth to. You might not bear any more of my children but I will love the other ones all the same. Do not worry yourself Rhaenyra.”

She feels better hearing those words and feels as if she can breathe a little easier. “Thank you, Laenor. For now, I’m perfectly happy and content with her. She’s truly our little miracle.”

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A while later, after being bathed and having fed Alyssa, Rhaenyra feels much better without all the blood and sweat. She sits on the daybed in her room with her newborn daughter in her arms. Her eyes had opened just before she handed her off to her maid and the princess was delighted to see her purple eyes, the color close to purple amethysts that could only be found across the Narrow Sea. She stares at those purple eyes now and wonders how she could have ever thought of not wanting this sweet little babe. She’s glad to be alone for a moment since her emotions are overwhelming her. Laenor had gone off to write letters to Driftmark and Pentos, one for his mother and father and one for his sister. Rhaenyra briefly thinks of Daemon but shakes her head, knowing that whatever she had with him had died at that horrid wedding feast. 

She is snapped out of her thoughts when a knock sounds on the door and she frowns when the door opens since she did not signal for anyone to enter. The frown is quickly replaced by an amused grin when she sees that her little brother, Prince Aegon is standing at the door with a mischievous grin that reminds her of herself.

“What are you doing here all alone, little brother? Come in, otherwise someone might catch you!”

Rhaenyra looks at him with wide comical eyes and Aegon laughs sweetly at that. He closes the door behind himself and taps towards her with his little feet. The princess smiles at how adorable he looks with his hair all messed up and an excited glint in his eyes.

At first, Rhaenyra did not show any interest in Aegon for obvious reasons. She thought that with his birth, her father would replace her since he so desperately wanted a son all this time but her anger was quelled when he told her that he would do no such thing. Her pregnant state also made her more amenable towards him, her forming mother instincts kicking in when she noticed him crawling around in the halls of the castle. It angered her that Alicent would let Rhaenyra’s own baby brother go about without a guard watching but was told that ever since the little prince had learned how to walk, he was an unstoppable force and would sneak away when no one was looking. The few times that she had found him and brought him back to the nursery, he had quickly attached himself to her and wormed his way into her heart with his crooked teeth, adorable giggle and shining eyes so it was to no surprise that instead of mindlessly roaming the halls of Maegor’s Holdfast, he would start to directly come to his sister’s chambers with his toys in tow and sit and play with his sister. He had also been curious about her ever growing belly and asked every time when the baby would be coming. 

She can see the confusion when he comes to a stop in front of her and stares at her stomach that is significantly smaller now and it makes her giggle when he looks up at the bundle she’s holding in her arms. His eyes widen and a bright smile forms on his lips as he looks into her eyes.

“Baby? Nyra’s baby?” Her heart clenches at how excited he looks and she nods eagerly and motions for him to sit next to her. He wastes no time as he uses his hands and feet to climb up and his small weight is familiar and comforting as he leans into her left side and peers up at her daughter. The princess lowers her arms and her heart clenches at the way he shrieks excitedly as he can actually see the newborn now. He watches curiously as the babe’s hands flail around as if she wants to grasp something and her eyes flick around the ceiling, her gaze unable to properly focus and look at anything. Yet when Aegon carefully lifts his hand towards her to hold out a finger for her to grasp, it is as if she’s looking into his soul when she grabs his forefinger in a tight grip, at least as tight as an infant could grip. Aegon gasps as her beautiful purple eyes stare into his, her squirming stopping and a happy little shriek coming from her mouth which forms into the resemblance of a smile. The young prince feels as if his heart flips at such a delightful sound and he looks up at Rhaenyra who watches both of them with a big grin.

“This is your niece, little brother and her name is Alyssa. She’s adorable, isn’t she? And she clearly likes her uncle very much already. She is still too young to play with now but in a few moons, you can play with her. Just don’t take her to explore the castle all on your own, alright? She’s still very young and you need to make sure she’s safe and protected as her uncle.” She smiles when she sees that he listen to her so attentively, taking in all her words and nods when she finishes speaking. He turns his head back down to the babe who still holds his finger as if he would leave any minute. She’s still looking at him in a way that Aegon can’t describe but it makes him want to protect and care for her. He has no siblings at the moment but his mother’s belly is swelling just as his sister’s was so he knows that he will have a little sibling soon but he thinks he wants to spend his time with Alyssa right now since his sister said that she needs to be protected. Besides, there is an indescribable feeling in his chest ever since he gazed at the little baby. As if this is where he belongs, as if he should never part from her side. He shakes his head a little and focuses on smiling back at the sweet little girl, sticking his tongue out and making a silly face that makes Alyssa shriek and gurgle in delight. His chest feels odd at the sound.

It’ll go away, he thinks.

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His Sapphire princess (III)

After the night in the brothel Rhaenyra is married to Laenor Velayron to protect the birth of her child. who in the years to follow is the only one of Rhaenyra's children that is believed to be his, she is loved by all in the red keep, even queen Alicent adores the girl, so when Rhaenyra proposes a marriage between Aemond and Rhaenyra's daughter Visenya, Alicent happily agrees.

The children having been best friends in their youths are more than happy to be wed but when the incident at drift mark occurs things change, will it be for better or worse?

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CW: mummy issues, incest, mentions of death, daddy issues, neglicent parents

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                                   Visenya

The week spent at Dragonstone was dull, the sky was grey as was the mood. Her brothers missed the keep and she missed Aemond. She begged her mother day in and day out to visit him, to fly to the keep if only to stay for dinner. But to no surprise her mother refused her. She did not think she would see him for years, that was until the news came. She should not have been happy, but she was to see him, her Aemond, her betrothed.

But the context of seeing him was sombre, her Aunt Laena had passed in the child bed, her child with her. Her father was inconsolable, driving himself further and further into his cups. She seemed to be the only one, aside from Ser Qarl, who cared for him. Her mother and brothers morning the tragic deaths of the Strongs, or for her brothers their father. She was the one to make sure he was fed and bathed for those few days they prepared to leave. And once that was done, she would give her mother comfort. Her mother refused to see her brothers after she heard the news, so Visenya was whom she clung to, whom she hugged and cried with. Visenya was mourning too but was forced to put it behind her, she had no relation to either of the death and though Harwin had been a true father figure to her, her brothers had lost their real father, though Luke did not know that. For four days she wiped their tears, kissed their cheeks, saw them feed, bathed, and put to bed. And not once did her mother thank her.

They left for Driftmark five days after receiving the news, her mother a new woman, putting the death of her lover behind her, and being there for her sons, not her daughter whom she shunned once again, pushing her towards Laenor. He was depressed, once they reached Driftmark it only made matters worse.

Now standing at the cliffside of Driftmark Vaemond Veleryon droning on in Valyrian, in what was meant to be a tribute but instead became a way to mock her mother and brothers.

“We join today at the seat of the sea to commit the lady Leana of house Veleryon to the eternal waters…” she tuned him out, uninterested in the scathing glares, only focusing once again when a man, whom she guessed to be her Uncle Daemon, began to laugh. At his wife’s funeral, smirking as if it was all one huge joke. He only stopped when he made eye contact with her, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.

She looked away, searching the crowd for Aemond.

                                                        Aemond

A week and a half apart had been an utter tournament, for Aemond. Aegon had refused to levee him be, chasing after him nagging in and on about both of their betrothals, begging to swap even.  

“We have nothing in common” Aegon whined, downing his fifth cup of the day.

“she’s our sister” he reminded, searching for Visenya over the sea of people.

“You marry her then” Aegon sneered, “then I would get to marry Visenya, me and her have much in common” Aegon spoke voice in a daze and began searching in the crowd for her.

“I would perform my duty if mother had only betrothed us,” Aemond said “but I am to wed Visenya and that shall not be duty, brother, but love,”  he said it so surely, as if it was written in the stars, perhaps it was.

His brother scoffed, having always had some preference for Visenya, he was four when she was born and refused to leave Rhaenyra’s side out of fear of losing sight of her. And when she began to walk, he followed her everywhere, and never truly stopped. But it was Aemond she shared a coat with, a wet nurse and their lessons. Whilst Aegon followed, and he and she ran hand in hand.

As they got older Aegon began to court her in a way, finding flowers and gifts to sway her. There was unspoken tension between the brothers, both what to have her, to show her who was better for her. But Aemond had won, he and secured a way to forever untie them, marriage. But Aegon’s new interest in wine and the discovery of brothels made him have altered his motives, Aemond was unsure of what exactly, but Aegon had found a new pursuit of Visenya, one he as of yet had no contest in.

“It would strengthen the family, keep our Valyrian blood pure” Aemond reminded him, wanting to take his brother’s attention off Visenya.

“she’s an idiot”.

“she’s your future wife” Aemond retorted, “you should show her some semblance of respect”.

“We do have one thing in common,” Aegon said,  sparring Helaena a small glance as she played with her bugs, whispering words they did not understand, “we both fancy creatures with very long legs” Aegon’s eyes had once again found Visenya, before running off to chase one of the serving girls.

“Aemond” Visenya nearly shouted. walking quickly up to him once the service was ended. she pulled him into a hug, mumbling into his hair “I missed you”

“Me too” he hugged her back, refusing to let her go.

“how have you been” “did you like my letters” they spoke at the same time,.

“I’ve missed you too much, the keep is too quiet without you and i now understand why Aegon hates to attend his lessons, they are so full without you there”?

“Oh course, maester Arychn does not know the meaning of the word fun” Visenya giggled,  “Dragonstone is beautiful, but the sky is grey and it is cold and all we eat is fish. Aemond, I hate fish” she made a gagging sound “before I did not like it so much but now it is revolting”.

Aemond laughed, grabbing her hand.

“I meet Rhaena and Baela earlier” Visenya started, turning to face Aemond “did you know their mother Laena claimed Vaghar when she was five and ten”.

He nodded, of course, he did, having no dragon all he did was read of them and their riders “she was the dragon of Visenya Targaryen, the oldest living dragon, the queen of dragons” he nodded, speaking in awe

“Rhaena fears her, she spoke of how her mother intended to pass Vaghar to her but” she leaned in to whisper in his ear “she still remains unclaimed, imagine me on the king’s dragon and you on the queen of dragons”.

And he did, them flying through the sky, hands reaching for each other at impossible distances.

“I know her mother has only just passed but a dragon is not inherited”. 

Aemond nodded, already forming a plan.

“Is that Dameon?” he then questioned looking over at the silver-haired man staring at Visenya.

“yes” Senya  nodded “Is he waving at me?”

“I think so” Aemond agreed “I have heard stories of him, they call him the rouge prince, and of how he defeated the crab eater in the steppestones” Aemond blabbed “you should talk to him, he seems to want to speak with you”. 

she nodded, letting go of his hand and hesitantly walking forward.

                                                       Visenya 

“Prince Daemon” she greeted, before looking back at Aemond to see the reassuring smile on his face.

Daemon was leant against a wall, looking her up and down before smiling and releasing a small chuckle, “Visneya, was it?” 

“Yes,” she mumbled

He hummed, moving forward, “You are the spitting image of my mother, aside from your eyes” he spoke, stroking her cheek and tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “You have my eyes” he spoke, tilting her chin up.

She didn't want to meet his yes, she knew what he meant, she looked down, catching a glimpse of dark sister and letting out a small gasp “is that dark sister?” 

He chuckled again, letting go of her chin, “yes, do you want to see it?” 

She nodded, a smile gracing her face. It was beautiful, pure Valyrian metal, the sword of her namesake. “Ser Harwin had started to train me” she mumbled “Mother refused to let me learn with my brothers, so Harwin used to sneak me lessons whenever he could”

Daemon nodded, a smile filling his face “and are you any good?” he teased

“I could knock you on your arse given the chance” she joked, daemon let out a loud chuckle, humming.

“im sure you could”

“Visenya!” she heard her mother call, walking up to her “go to bed”

“But its earl-”

“Go to bed” Looking down, she nodded, “yes, mother”

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𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝓵 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝓵 (2)

Give me your loyalty

CHAPTER 2

[ Aemond Targaryen x female original Targaryen • fem! oc!reader]

[warnings: sex content, fights, harassment, angst, smut, domination, violence, targcest (uncle/niece)]

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[description: War is going on between the Blacks and the Greens and Aemma Velaryon is brought to Aemond as a prisoner.]

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"It seems like I killed the wrong brother."

Aemma had been afraid when she was brought to Aemond. It was difficult to keep her composure and not let it show how scared she was. Everything inside her screamed to burst into tears, as it had once when Aemond had bullied her as a child. Back then they had been a family, at least the ridiculous imitation of it, but this time they met as enemies. They were no longer uncle and niece, they were enemy and foe. She would not have expected to be in this situation once, but now here she was, facing death. Betrayed by the men who had fought by her side. If she survived this, she would smash Hugh Hammer's head with a hammer. The symbolic was beautiful. She would show him what it would mean to betray her. Arriving at Harrenhal, they immediately took her to Aemond. The place chased goose bumps over her body and brought back the memory of a man who had meant the world to her family. Harwin Strong had been murdered here and she knew it had been the Greens who had taken her father from her. Officially she was not a bastard, officially she was the daughter of Laenor Velaryon, but she knew the truth. She knew that Harwin Strong was her father. She had prepared herself to be killed immediately, maybe the same way her father did, perhaps Aemond would have her tortured or make a public execution out of her death, but she had not expected him to mock and humiliate her so.

"It seems like I killed the wrong brother."

Anger had seized her and before she knew what she was doing, she had reached for the burning wood in the fireplace. The fire burned into her skin and she threw it as fast as she could in Aemond's direction.

Only in the last second he managed to dodge before Aemma was with him and hit him in the face with both hands, which were still bound together, by the way.

She would kill him. Preferably she would kill him just as he had killed Lucerys, but that was enough for her.

Aemond stumbled, and the feeling of satisfaction spread through her.

Murderer. Honorless murderer.

"I'm going to kill you, kinslayer," she screamed, "I'm going to rip out your other eye, and stuff it in your mouth."

She swung at him again, but this time he caught her blow.

"You will burn screaming!"

"Maybe I will," Aemond confirmed, pulling her close to him. He grabbed her face and held her tightly. She hated to feel his skin on hers. She hated that she had to feel it again, his superiority over her.

She tried to free herself from his grip, but she had nothing to oppose his strength. "But I will kill your kin first, shortly after your traitorous cunt of a mother and her lickspittle of a husband are executed before your eyes."

It stabbed her right in the heart. Why did he still have such an effect on her? She suddenly felt so weak again. So lost. She remembered that one moment when she had stolen a book from the library, the history of the Targaryens, and Aemond had torn it up before her eyes.

"You are no true Targaryen!"

It had been her first confrontation with her true identity.

"Everyone out, but stay outside the door. No one comes in until I say so." The guards looked uncertainly at each other, no one seemed enthusiastic about leaving them alone. They should stay here and watch her kill the kinslayer.

"You're a traitor," she breathed, she felt tears welling up inside her. Her voice was weak. She hoped he would not notice.

"I hate you," she continued to speak. "I fucking hate you."

Liar. Liar. Liar.

"Hate is a very strong emotion, niece. So you still feel something for me? How nice," he scoffed. He brushed a strand of hair from her face.

Stop touching me, she screamed but no words left her mouth.

"It is hate. Nothing more."

She thought of glances that did not exist.

"Hate and love are close to each other."

She thought of touches that did not exist.

"I've never loved you."

She thought of kisses that did not exist.

"You're good at lying. You still want me."

"The only thing I want from you is your head."

"Gladly," Aemond laughed, leaning closer. "You can have him between your legs if you want," Aemond said, his eye on her chest, which was heaving with anger. What a treat it would be to his eye to see her naked and feel her breasts under his hands.

She thought of this moment where his body was on hers, that did not exist.

His hand came to touch her face, but she slapped it away. Aemond smiled.

None of it was allowed to exist. She had erased it from her mind, from her memories, and sent it where she would never have to think about it again.

"Fuck you."

He laughed. She wanted to scrape his laughter from his face.

"I'll leave that honor to you."

She thought of all these moments that did not exist.

Aemma contorted her face in disgust. How had she let it get this far. It had been a mistake to ever trust him.

"Why don't you just kill me and spare me your stupid chatter," Aemma hissed.

She did not want to die. But she was ready for it. She would die for her mother. She would die for her birthright. Jacaery's birthright. And she would die for revenge. She would die for Lucerys and then finally be reunited with him.

"You really think I would give up my most precious trophy just like that?" He laughed and tilted his head slightly to the side. His grip moved to the back of her neck and he pushed her head towards his.

"No, my sweet Aemma. You have a use other than your death. I would hate to see this tender skin melt by Vhagar's fire."

"No matter what you do, I will not yield."

"Oh, I hope you will. All the sweeter will be the victory."

After that, he had her taken to her chamber. To her prison, which was guarded by two guards. No one was allowed in. She was alone. Aemma didn't know if she would survive this, the chances were slim but she wouldn't bend and most of all she wouldn't go down without a fight.

"Write a letter to your mother."

Aemond placed the ink and pen in front of her. She raised an eyebrow and looked at him, unimpressed. She clasped her hands together, interlocked her fingers, and smiled smugly at Aemond.

"And why would I do that?"

Aemond returned her mirthless smile. He leaned forward. Aemma sat on the small wooden chair. It was the only seat next to the bed. In front of her was an old table that was past its prime.

"Well, let me put it this way. Your mother either doesn't seem to know you're here or doesn't care."

She knew exactly what he was trying to do.

"My mother is fighting a war, a war you started. She knows exactly where I am."

"Well then, I guess it's disinterest. I guess she's got enough bastards. There's one or two less, makes no difference."

She would like to strangle him with his own hair.

"Uncle, I hope you won't take this personally, but I wish your remaining eye would rot from your misguided thoughts in your head."

Aemond's grin disappeared from his face. He came at her faster than she could react and grabbed her. He forcibly pulled her down from the chair, making Aemma struggle to keep her balance. She tried to fight back, hitting and scratching at him, but Aemond seemed to take no notice.

Aemond grabbed her by the back of the neck and pushed her against the wall behind her. Her face pressed against the cold stone as Aemond stood behind her, his hand on the back of her neck. He pressed his body against hers.

Memories flashed through her mind. Soft legs as they wrapped around a strong body. A rising heat in her center that begged for release. His hand around her throat as he dominated her and she enjoyed it. Forbidden words whispered in her ear.

She had enjoyed it then.

Seeking the forbidden.

This time his touch disgusted her.

"Write the letter, Aemma," he hissed in her ear. "Or do I really need to remind you who's in charge?"

His manhood pressed against her buttocks. He was aroused. It had always excited him when he exercised power over her. He let his hand slide to her cunt, only her dress separated his greedy fingers from diving into her waters. Aemma felt ashamed that this situation excited her. Despite the terrible things her uncle had done.

"Remember when I could do anything to you and you begged me for more?" he asked with a moan, and Aemma narrowed her eyes. Her lips pressed together and she tried to ignore the rising heat between her legs. She could still remember everything. It had burned itself into her mind, lying over her like a constant shadow, tormenting her on the nights she longed for his touch, full of shame and disgust for herself.

"Remember when you threw your cup at me and I showed you afterwards what I do to ill-bred brats like you?"

His grip on her neck tightened. His lips slid over her exposed neck and she felt him leave a burning trail of desire.

"I just remember how you pressured me," Aemma replied coldly, and Aemond gave a snide snort. He grabbed her hair roughly and pulled her head back so she had to face him. A tingling sensation ran over her skin.

"Pressured? You seem to have something mixed up. I've treated you as befits your position."

"And what is appropriate to my position?"

"Well, let me put it this way…the genes of a whore lie in your blood."

Aemma didn't think twice. To be honest, she didn't think at all. She gathered saliva in her mouth and spat it in Aemond's face. More precisely, into his remaining eye.

He stiffened and suddenly everything was quiet. Too quiet. Her heartbeat doubled.

Aemond stroked his hand over his face. It gave her a satisfying feeling to see her saliva spread across his face.

"You shouldn't have done that."

"I should have done this a lot sooner. You're nothing but scum, Aemond," she hissed, and Aemond's grip on her hair tightened. It felt like he was lifting her scalp. "No matter how hard you try to hide it, you'll never be good enough."

"Maybe he died because of you," Aemond began suddenly, and her breath caught. He hadn't said that, had he? "Did you ever think of that, Aemma? If you hadn't interfered then, I'd still have my eye and Lucerys his life."

She didn't know what was worse, that Aemond might have been right, or that it came from the mouth of Lucerys killer, a man she had let get way too close. She had allowed him to hurt her, and she kept doing it. Even now, he had a power over her that she couldn't explain.

But she was no longer the same. The same little girl he could bully. She could fight back with the same weapons.

"I guess I wonder that as much as you wonder if your brother's son would still be alive if you hadn't been so ignorant and selfish, kinslayer."

He grabbed her neck with his other hand, his grip hard and unyielding. Her breath caught in her throat and Aemma gasped helplessly. The hand in her hair loosened and she saw Aemond raise his hand.

But she was not afraid. The times when she was afraid were over. She was a dragon and she would behave like one now.

"Come on, Aemond. Do it. I dare you," she sneered. His eyes narrowed. She saw fire in them. "Go on, show me. But it doesn't change the fact that you're no more a man now than you were then."

She didn't know what she saw in his gaze. It was anger, maybe hatred, but definitely something else.

She expected him to hit her. He had never hit her before, but this time everything was different too. He was her enemy, just as she was his.

They were destined to burn together, but Green Fire had been too greedy and had taken something that wasn't his.

So there they stood. She saw Aemond's hand tremble. She expected the pain, looked toward him, but before she could say anything else, Aemond let go of her, pushed her away from him, and wordlessly left the room. She looked after him, but he did not even turn around.

It was the middle of the night when they arrived.

Aemma had had difficulty falling asleep, how could one have a peaceful sleep in a hostile environment, but fatigue had overcome her so that her eyes had eventually closed on their own.

She had been awakened by a grip in her hair. Then by a thud, which she didn't notice until pain rippled through her body. She cried out.

"Careful, you idiot. You'll wake someone else," she heard an unfamiliar male voice and she wrenched her eyes open. There were three men standing in front of her. One had his hand buried in her hair, the other was standing over her and the last one was standing in front of the door, obviously assigned to keep watch.

"But I like it when they scream."

"Yes, and I like to keep my head."

"Who are you?" asked Aemma in a panic, but before she could react, the man who was holding her by the hair punched her in the face. Aemma immediately tasted blood.

"Shut up, bitch."

"Fuck, I said she can't have any obvious injuries."

Aemma turned to the side, groaning in pain. The blow had taken its toll. For a moment she saw stars in her mind's eye.

The other guy leaned down and stroked her hair, gently, as if he had only good things in mind.

"We have a lady here before us. A true Targaryen princess. Let's treat her accordingly."

The Man with his hand in her hair groaned in annoyance.

"I don't give a shit if she's a princess. She's just like any other cunt. So don't bug me and let me get started," he said grumbling and Aemma looked at him irritated. Her eyes snapped open. He didn't mean what she thought?

He smiled when he saw her gaze. A row of rotten teeth was exposed. It was a sickening sight. He reached for her face and squeezed her mouth.

"Don't be afraid, sweetie. I know what I'm doing. You'll like it."

She felt sick as she realized that was exactly what she was thinking.

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The White Dragon (26)

25. The Greens

MASTERLIST

Summary: When is actually the point of no return?

Pairings: main Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader, other OC couples. 

Warnings: cursing, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs, minors getting married, talks about “bedding” nad “having sex” about underage persons. Talk about assassinations, sketchy characters, dragon fight, severe injury inflicted to one person. ANGSTTTT

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3.6k

Notes: this is warming up! I think this is a warning that I haven’t read the book, but…. whatever. I wass falling sleep while writing this, but I'm travelling tomorrow so I don't know when I'm going to upload next!

You used a stick to move around the lightened logs in the bonfire, and you looked to your dragon, still, wounded, resting her battle scar, you had seen her throughout the day trying to open her wings, but you could tell she was still in pain

“Vhaelar, we need to go home”, you whispered.

You had spent a couple of days scouting the island, because the first thing you noticed was that it was in fact the island, the color of those waters could only mean one thing. You were in fucking Tarth

You must be in the Southern part of Tarth, if it was any indication, nothing was close to you, you tried walking half a day in every direction and still nothing. You were completely alone, and even so, you didn’t want to leave Vhaelar alone for long.

So the only thing you could do was nurse your dragon back to health. The Tarths were loyal to Baratheon that much you knew, and after you basically threatened the man, you realize that they were not your friends either. 

You could feel your dragon’s exasperation, and restlessness. the feeling you were transmitting herself of not being useful. The connection between you and her was such, that at those seconds when Vhaelar and Vhagar were entangled in a mortal embrace, you felt that bite like the huge dragon had bitten you itself.

So you hunted to feed your dragon and you tried to clean her wound, luckily you found a river close by, and you could drunk water. The big saddle in Vhaelar had lost a couple of things when you fell into the waters, but some things were saved, like your bow and arrow, and a couple of things for survival.

You scouted the seas for ships, but you couldn’t find any, you considered setting a big fire, but that could bring the attention of friends and enemies alike, and with Vhaelar injured you couldn’t take that chance.

The only thing you thought about was the repercussions of this, of Aemond attacking you, you could only guess that everyone thought you were dead. And what could that bring? pain to Harwin, and your babies, the only consolation was that four of them were with the Starks…but Aemma, would they still try to take her back? What would Harwin do?

You knew Daemon was going to use your disappearance, and possible death to trigger the war, you knew your uncle, and he only needed an excuse and Aemond and you gave it to him. Was it too late? Did you condemn them all?

Your children

Your babies were in danger, they won’t doubt to ride into battle, you raised two strong and brave boys. And your Aemma, Steffon… all of them, Harwin. They think you were dead, you destroyed your family. 

This was killing you

Maybe you were actually dead.

Maybe you were in some sort of personal ring of the seven hells.

What was happening out there? Did a war break out?

They needed you… 

And you were stranded in a fucking island in the middle of nowhere… You looked at Vhaelar and she was looking back at you, her wing was going to heal, a couple more days tops, that is what you hoped for. Or a friendly vessel appearing in the horizon, just so you could tell everyone that you were alright.

When you are able to get out of this island… What were you going to do?

This meant war, armies were going to march, and dragons were going to dance

What side were you on? Right now you would like to say that with so much on the line, you would like to be on the winning side, but that wasn’t reasonable, nor very faithful. You only wanted for your family to be safe, and right now, you weren’t sure what side that was in.

Nothing could settle his restless mind,  hours he had been on Vhagar’s back, flying through the skies surrounding the capital, he only touched land because he felt he was going to faint, and fall from the skies. And he didn’t feel any calmer. Their family’s request is still burning into his mind.

And that is where that took him, to ask Arryk to tell no one as he entered Aemma’s chambers, he entered noisily, he knew it was past the hour of the bat, and she was sleeping, but he needed to wake her up.

Her fears and constant state of alarm made her jump out of the bed as soon as she heard someone inside. The fire of the hearth was still burning strong, so she didn’t have any problems recognizing the man that entered her chambers. 

“Aemond?”, she called, “what is going on?”, she whined

“I choose wrong”, he whispered

“What?”, she asked

“I choose wrong, i should have chosen your mother, I should have bend the knee to her”, he whispered

“Aemond, what are you talking about?”, she whispered 

“Do you know what they want me to do?”, he asked, he looked tortured, “What they asked of me?”

“What is it uncle?”, she asked, rubbing her eyes, “what happened?”

“They won't let me marry you”, he started, “but they want me to defile you, bed you, put a child in you”, her body shook with fear, “a bastard”, he whined

“What?”, she asked

“So your family won't attack us, the probability they do with you in our power is very faint, but they will bend the knee to us if we have their daughter and grandchild”, he said bitterly. And tears fell down Aemma´s eyes. So she stood from the bed, and walked towards him. She grabbed his hand, and started to guide him to the bed

“What are you doing?”, he asked, panicked

“Do what you must, uncle, I know you won’t hurt me”, she said with such hope, that brought Aemond tears in his eye

“My darling… no”

“i just want this to be over”, she cried, with broken voice, “I don’t want anyone else to die”

“Aemma…”

“It’s fine, you can take me, you can take what is yours I’ve always been yours”, she said hastily, “I know I’m safe with you”, she sat on the bed and look up at him with big eyes

“They want not only for me to defile you, but to defile what it was supposed to be our marriage, our child, our life”, he fought

“What do you mean?”, she asked

“They are sick, and twisted persons, drunk with power, they don’t care about anything but themselves, they want the throne and they want to destroy everything to get it, my mother will pretend the Gods are behind this, but they will defiled everything that is sacred to all of us”

“They are your family”, she said. he took her hand on his

“A family wouldn’t ask the things they have asked of me”, he whispered, his finger gently caressing her face, her beautiful face.

“Aemond, you…”, but she stopped, “don’t leave me”, she whispered. Aemond leaned in, and kissed her on her forehead. She pulled him in, until he had no choice but to climb on the bed. He hugged her tightly against him, and they fell asleep like that, curled up and cuddled on the bed. 

“There is something we will have to do, to please them”

“What is it?”, she whispered

The next day Aemond took out his dagger, and cut a little of his palm, and stained the sheets. It would blemish Aemma’s reputation inside the castle, it would make everyone believe he defiled her, but it would calm his family, and when all of this is over… who could have possibly cared? 

When he took the news to his family, the Queen didn’t praise him, but drew her mouth into a sharp line and nodded, her big eyes big with shame and some perversion. 

At least that will make them believe they “had” Aemma. 

They were having dinner, the small council members, the Greens, and their most important allies. 

Aemma was sickened to her stomach, she felt many pairs of eyes on her.

They had made her attent, of course seated tightly between Aemond and the Dowager Queen herself. Aemma thought bitterly why should they call her “dowager”, she didn’t even see her cry, did she really, truly mourned the late King? her beloved grandsire? But then again the title meant “widow of nobility” or something like that.

She silently listened to everyone speaking amongst themselves, there were only few people left, and the wine had flown freely so their mouths were looser. Especially the Lannisters, taking control of the main topics of discussions, they were the false crown’s more powerful allies so they acted like they were the Kings themselves.

“The Lannister fleet is ready to raise anchors at Lannisport”, said Lord Jason with a wide smile, “With a big portion of the Lannister army, they will land on the Shield port, and march to Highgarden to press them for their gold and support”, he said

“With the Highgarden all the south is ours”, said Otto. He looked in the corner of his eye to Aemma, who seemed to be distracted playing with a fork and her plate of a different assortment of small cakes. She was just a silly little girl, it didn’t matter if she heard, what was she going to do with that information anyways?

“One part of the treasury is safe aboard one of the ships, and the other in Casterly Rock”, he continued

“That is great to hear! Hear hear! for King Aegon”, said Otto, and raised his cup. Aemma, instead use her index finger to turn hers, the contents, the red westorosi wine flowed all over the table, the red river even dropped in Jason Lannister’s lap, forever tainting the color of his trousers

“Shit!”, he screamed, and then looked at the one who was guilty for the stain, “you little bit…”

“Careful, Lord Jason”, warned Aemond, “I’m sure it was an accident”

“No it wasn’t”, Aemma whispered 

“She did it on purpose!”, he accused, “I think she needs to learn her place!”, he said firmly. Aemond looked at Aegon but he only looked back with a sick smile on his face

“Her place is of a princess”, Aemond said back

“A traitor”, he said, “she is not even betrothed to you anymore, she is not worthy of being your wife, but your whore”

“Quiet Lannister”, Aemond said

“I want to go to my room”, she whispered. For better of worse, the Queen had already abandoned the feast to go rest, so Aemond was alone against all of them

“Why would I?”, he asked, “she is nothing now, with her mother dead the rest of her family won’t do anything to recuperate her”, Aemma raised her head, and her eyes filled with tears

“My mom what?”, she whispered. Aemond stood up, making everyone go silent. Aemma did so as well, but she ran off the room. Arryk followed her closely, she couldn’t ran away, there was someone ALWAYS trailing her 

“Fuck the princess was right when she wanted to take your tongue”, Aemmond muttered. And he went after her. She found her in her room, crying, in the long chair by the window, her face buried in her knees. The lie was uncovered, this is the moment he had feared the most. He had to face her, he had to come clear, he had stripped her of her mother.

“Aemma”, he called gently

“Leave me alone”, she whispered, and when she raised her head to look at him, she shook in fear

“Are you so scared of me, my sweet niece?” he mocked gently, “do you find me so disgusting?”, he sat by her side 

“You know I’ve always loved you uncle”, she whispered and then her eyes filled with tears, “but… you killed my mom”, she cried. Aemond took two finger to placed them under her chin and raised her head to look into her eyes

“How did you know that?” he asked, genuinely surprised, “that it was me?”

“I just know”, she cried, “it happened when you went to Storm’s End didn’t it?”, she said, “you came back like a ghost, like a shell of the man you were”

“I didn’t mean to”, he confessed, Aemma looked at him, “I lost control of Vhagar,” he paused, looking for her reaction, “do you believe me?”

“I don’t know”, she cried, he leaned even more, until his hot breath fanned her face

“I wanted to kill Jacaerys,” she whimpered in his grasp, “your mother and Rhaenys were the only people that stopped me from flying Vhagar to Dragonstone and putting an end to them right then and there”, she whined, like he was hurting her physically

“My mama!”, she cried like she was a little girl, “Please don’t kill more of my family”, he grabbed her by shoulders, pulling Aemma towards him

“I love your brothers, like they were my own”, he said firmly, “but they have to bend the knee”, she returned her face to her knees, not being able to see him anymore, her chest hurt. 

“Please stop it!”, she cried, “My mom is enough!”, she continued crying, “please no more”, a single tear fell down Aemond’s cheek, “I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll sign the letter, I’ll do whatever but please”.

In her mind, that perfect life she had, with her parents, with Aemond, her siblings, and Aunt Helaena, everything was being destroyed, and those memories and that life was never coming back

“Leave, Kepus”, she whispered

“Aemma…”, she looked at him again and in her eyes there was anger, fire, a fire Aemond had never seen before

“Get out!”, she screamed

His Aemma hated him now, he didn’t expect that horrible secret to remain hidden forever, but he wanted more time to think things through, to perhaps strengthen the bond between them before he tells her himself, calmly and gently

But Jason fucking Lannister.

The very next day at noon he tried to see Aemma, to eat lunch with her. But she threw a base at him, missing his head for merely inches. She was in the stage of rage, she needed time. She had to understand he didn’t mean to, he would have never killed her with intention, he had loved his sister, he loved her, and he loved his families

Hours later, right after noon, by the time his brother was ready to start the day Aemond was summoned, and he gained the courage to attend his summoning, thinking what in the world his brother could possibly want from him.

If it was one of his obscenities he was going to punch him in the face.

He met him in his private chambers, his father’s former room, to his dismay. The Valyria model was gone and a grand table and big chairs where on it’s place

“That old cunt, Rhaenys, had been spotted scouting the Gullet”, he muttered, with them in Dragonstone and that fucking sea snake, they can easily block king’s landing”, Aemond was even surprised of this trick his brother had mastered, he opened his mouth and Otto HIghtower’s words would come out

“What would you have us do?”, he asked

“Basically? kill that old cunt”

“Who?”, he asked

“Rhaenys”, he spitted out

“That would provoke them”

“Good”

“No, you don’t understand, they haven’t attacked, if you kill her, even if you can, you certainly will make them attack you”

“I want you to fly and burn that old bitch to a crisp”, he said

“I won’t do that brother”, he said, frowning

“you already killed a Queen who never was, what is it to you to kill another?”

“You are not making me kill anyone!”, he said, walking sharply towards his brother until Aegon could feel his breath on his face. And Aemond saw in Aegon’s eyes… fear

“Brother…”

“I’m not a sellsword you can use to your liking”, he whispered dangerously

“I’m the King!”, he said, regaining his barrens

“I don’t give a shit”, he spit out, and abandoned his brother's quarters

But Aegon, mad with anger, and drunk with both wine and power, didn't listen to his brother. 

Encouraged by the sick words of his grandfather, that were designed only to manipulate him. And then spurred by the slaps his mother had given him for years, and the hate in her eyes. For his father, always dismissing him, he didn’t even give him the time of day. For his brother, who knew how to wield a sword and read some books, he thought he was so much better than him. For his fucking sister, who thought that she could take his throne from him, and his other sister, than even dead, she also left him alone, while she raised Aemond with love and encouragement, but not him. 

He wanted to prove his worth, he was going to show all those cunts of his family members that he was the true King of the seven Kingdoms.

No other. 

So he was escorted to the Dragonpit, where his dragon, Sunfyre, rested. He was the most beautiful beast Westeros had ever seen. Golden scales and soft pink wings. He was majestic. but he only regretted that his brother had killed Vhaelar, that dragon, that dragon did inflict fear in the hearts of those who had seen it, the white demon.

No matter

When he kills that old cunt Rhaenys, he was going to be the most feared.

He commanded the golden beast to fly, and he did. This was a test that he had to pass no matter what. He was going to drop Meley’s dead body in the courtyard of dragonstone if he had to, and burn the Velaryon fleet 

He followed the coast and then he was crossing the Gullet, he planned to scout the sea between Driftmark and Dragonstone

But those who seek, shall find

There she was.

Before he saw her, he heard her shriek, the Red Queen had clearly spotted him first, and she flew over him with aggression. This was not going to be a passive aggressive maneuver, this was a fight to the death

Aemond saw him, saw his brother leave the Keep and then knowingly he stood by the walls to watch the golden beast fly away.

He was going to get himself killed.

What did he think about that? It was the perfect scenario, his brother gone, he was next in line, he could never relinquish the crown in favor of Rhaenyra, but he would certainly do things differently, his first command would be that of vanishing his sick grandfather, the great architect of this madness.

But… could he be King without his Queen?

He was born to lead, he knew it… But… 

He should have left the streets Keep his brother that time, he should have let him drink to death… he should have let him leave to face the Red Queen, if he even found her… 

But he couldn’t… he was family, so he took his time, before he went to find Vhagar and followed his brother. 

But, for better or worse… It was already too late.

When the Red Queen descended upon Sunfyre, it was clear who was going to be the victor. Melys was a seasoned dragon, she attacked ruthlessly. Sunfyre was the same size as her, so the battle was not completely one-sided. But in this dance, of dragons and dragons, the strongest one was the lead. 

It was this decisive moment when they linked their claws on each other, and their jaws went to each other's throats… But Sunfyre missed, and Melys didn’t, she missed her neck too, but that wasn’t the place she was aiming for, he was going for his rider instead. 

“Dracarys!”, the Queen who never was commanded…

Aemond found Aegon and Sunfyre by the coast, the dragon was badly wounded, so was Aegon, half of his body melted by Mely’s fire. But he was alive… Melys, at the sight of him, had flown away, smart, Aemond thought.

This was the worst outcome of all possible scenarios

His brother, angry, disfigured, injured, mad with rage. And Alive.

In Dragonstone, things couldn’t be more strange.

Rhaenyra saw as Harwin departed in a ship with a handful of soldiers devoted to her, with her banner on it, and on the other hand, Daemon had left as well, with that pirate, both in very different missions, the second ship raised no banners but colorful flags from across the Narrow sea

Rhaenyra met with her eldest son, her heir

“We lost Borros Baratheon”, she said, “but we gained the North”, Jace nodded

“Seemed that my aunt came through, even despite her demise”

“Indeed”, she whispered. “They are marching now, and war will ensue, battles, dragons, fire, death…”

“Fire and Blood”, he said

“Fire and blood”, she whispered back, “Rhaegar is with the North army, Maekar will meet Harwin in Harrenhal…. I want you to meet the Velaryon fleet, and Luke will go to the Arryns”

“Very well”, he said solemnly, “but I was wondering…”

“What?”

“What about my betrothed? What about Aemma?”, he asked then

“What about her?”, Rhaenyra asked

“Well, she is enemy lines, she is their hostage, shouldn’t we get her back?”, Rhaenyra grabbed his hand

“We had received dark rumors from the capital, from the Keep thyself”, she said, “Aemma is lost to us, in the arms of Aemond Targaryen”, she said firmly, “I’m very sorry Jace, to make you wait this long for nothing, but it’s the truth”, she said, “You will marry Baela as accorded before”

“Very well, she can marry Aemond, and enjoy their short lives together”, he said bitterly, “and when this is all over, we can get her back”

More notes: this is a perfect example! I'm weak, I can't kill anyone! we need Rhaenys for later MUAHAHA

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