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Paring: Aegon II Targaryen x Targaryen OC

Warnings: None

Chapter: 1.01

“Rhaenyra!” You continue to rapidly bang your fist against the door leading into your elder sister's bedroom. "Rhaenyra, open this door right now!”

You hated her.

“You’re a fucking coward to hide from me!” You didn’t care that your language was unfit for a young lady, a princess; Rhaenyra had cut you deeply, and you wanted to make sure she knew it. “Unlock this door at once!”

You hated her.

“I would have never done this to you,” you sob. “I loved you, Rhaenyra, my big sister. We’re supposed to look out for each other, not... I would never do this. Not to you, never.”

You only stop banging on the door when your fist is pulled back by Ser Criston. “You need to stop before you hurt yourself, princess.”

You knew he was right, but it didn’t stop the anger that was radiating through you. Not only has Rhaenyra humiliated you by sleeping with your husband, she has also given birth to his sons. Three of them. Something you were never even given the chance to do. Your brain comes to a heartbreaking realization, one that makes you want to scream as soon as you think about it. Rhaenyra doesn’t care about you and never did. You feel your knees start to weaken, and your stomach drops. The knight whispers, “I know you’re hurting, princess, but they aren’t worthy of your tears.”

You take a deep breath and wipe your fallen tears away, knowing that he was right. “Thank you, Ser Criston.”

“The queen heard about what happened and would like for you to join her in her quarters. She wishes to offer you her comfort.”

You blink away the tears, your vision becoming more clear, and when it does, you see your husband standing down at the opposite end of the hallway. No doubt he was coming to see her. He was staring at you, looking worried. You feel your heart harden, not wanting to give him or her the satisfaction of seeing you hurt. You push back the sob, desperately wanting to escape your throat. “Ser Criston, do you mind escorting me to the queen's chambers?”

“Of course, princess.”

—

“How could she betray me in such a way?”

Alicent wraps her around your shoulder; she seems genuinely concerned about you. You had managed to maintain a smidgen of your dignity by holding your head high as you walked through the castle, ignoring all the side-eye glances and whispers going on around you. One of Alicent’s ladies-in-waiting brings in a tray of tea that’s supposed to help calm nerves.

“Prin-”

“Ivory,” you correct with a weak smile.

Lord Strong nods, “Ivory, I am ashamed to admit that rumors of my brother's betrayal had reached me long ago, but I assumed there was no truth to it. It wasn’t until I learned about the incident in the training yard this morning that I came to realize it was true.”

You had spent the last year defending Rhaenyra and Harwin, insisting that Jacaerys and Lucerys weren’t fathered by your husband before you were married. Because of your age, you had yet to lay with Harwin, and you thought if he was going to stray, it would be in the streets of silk, not with your own flesh and blood.

“She swore to me in our mothers names that they were Ser Lenors true-born sons. How could I have been so foolish?”

“You aren’t foolish, my sweet.” Alicent picks up a cup of tea and hands it to you, giving you a sympathetic look as she notices your hands trembling. “You have been deceived, and I can only imagine what Viserys will have to say when he finds out.”

You shake your head. It was widely known that Rhaenyra was your father's favorite, and learning what she was really like could be the thing that breaks him. “My love for my father is the only thing keeping me quiet. He is sick; finding out the truth about what Rhaenyra has done might be the thing that kills him, and we do not want him to suffer. If I’m being honest, I don’t know what to do.”

“I find that praying helps me find clarity and reassurance. I pray to the mother nightly; you can join me if you wish.”

“Perhaps I should pray to the warrior as well as the mother.” You chuckle lightly. “I could really use the gods' strength and courage."

—

After visiting the sept the night previously, the queen had arranged for you to stay in a separate bedchamber for the night since your quarter was beside Rhaenyra’s.

In the morning, Ser Criston escorted you back to your quarters; with him by your side, nobody dared approach you. The knight made pleasant small talk and even managed to make you laugh. When you reach your quarters, you thank him before walking into your bedchamber. You sit down at your vanity and begin to unbraid your hair, only stopping when you hear the door opening.

“Flora?” You call out, hoping to see your lady in waiting, who has become a close friend over the years. “Flora, is that you?”

When you turn around, you’re stunned to see Rhaenyra and Harwin. At first, you were afraid that the sight of them would upset you, but now, as you sit in front of them, all you feel is anger.

You say nothing; you turn your back on them and shift your attention to taking the remainder of your braids out. You push down the lump forming in your throat when Rhaenyra kneels down beside you with tears in her eyes. You pretend she isn’t even there and get up to go pick a dress to wear once you are bathed.

“Ivory! Ivory, please,” Rhaenyra begs. “It happened before you were betrothed! I never wanted you to find out like this. Sister, please! Just let me explain!”

You had fully intended to continue giving her the cold shoulder, but hearing the word sister caused you to snap. You can’t believe she had the nerve to call you that. You spin around fast, and your expression pulls into one of anger and hurt as you snap, “Don’t call me that again.”

Rhaenyra steps back as if you’d struck her.

Harwin says, “I am sincerely sorry for betraying your trust.”

You scoff, annoyed that he seems upset when it’s you that should be hurt by his dishonorable actions. “Until such a time that I am of age to perform my duty as princess and your wife, I don’t think we need to speak again.”

“Ivory…”

“You may leave, Ser Harwin.”

When the knight leaves, you turn to face your sister, whose eyes were bloodshot from crying, which angers you further. “Since the day Jace was born, I have loved him; the same is true of Luke. You’ve watched me play with them and sing to them. I’ve basically grown up with them, and not once did you ever think to tell me they were fathered by Harwin.”

“I tried to spare you the pain of knowing the truth.”

You can’t help the laugh that slips past your lips. “You must really hate me.”

She squeezes her eyes shut as more tears roll down her cheeks. “I love you.”

“No, you don’t. I’ve always looked up to you; I wanted to be just like you. My perfect big sister.” You shake your head, backing away from her slightly when she reaches for you. “Do not touch me.”

"When my father told me about his plans for you and Harwin to wed, I tried to stop the betrothal; I really did.”

“I believe you,” you say, wiping away more fallen tears. You hardly knew Harwin; he would occasionally accompany you on walks around the garden, and nothing more than a kiss on the back of the hand was shared between you, but he was still your husband. “Both Jacaerys and Lucerys were born before the betrothal; I would have easily looked past that and done everything I could to help protect them. But Joffrey, he’s only a few days old. Even after I married Harwin, you continued to have an affair with him.”

You see guilt pass over her features before she drops her gaze to the floor and says, “I’m sorry.”

“I still love my nephews; that will never change, but I can’t be around them right now. Not after knowing what I know, it will just be a constant reminder."

“Of my betrayal.” Rhaenyra takes a deep breath; red patches have appeared across her neck and chest. “I hope one day you can forgive me.”

When Rhaenyra leaves the room, you throw yourself onto your bed, pull your pillow to your face, and sob into it. This was too much pressure for a girl of one and five to bear.

When someone knocks at your door, you groan a little, assuming Harwin or Rhaenyra had come back. “Go away,” you mumble into your pillow. You lift your head to tell them to go away, but change your mind when you see who it is “Aegon, what are you doing here?”

He avoids looking you in the eye and shrugs. “My mother said you were upset.”

“So you came to check on me?”

You weren’t much older than Aegon; before you had even celebrated your first name day, your father had remarried, and Queen Alicent was pregnant. You were surprised to see Aegon, considering he didn’t spend much time with any of your siblings.

He rolls his eyes and says, “No.”

“Oh, then what are you doing here?”

“Wanted to know if you’d like to go dragon riding together.”

You smile and say, “Sure, that sounds like fun.”

Aegon on Sunfyre and you on Ghost were exactly what you needed to take your mind off everything else that was going on.

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The Lost Dragon I - Ensnared.

Summary:

The Greens have repudiated the sucession and ursurped the Iron Throne. After encounting her uncle Aemond at Storms End, he kindaps Vaelys and takes her too Kings Landing - to be used as leverage against her mother.

Whilst the Greens delight in their good fortune, they fail to realise the depths of Aemond's growing feelings for Vaelys and how her presence will ultimately change the outcome of the Dance of Dragons.

Warning(s): Kidnapping, Language, Threats, Angst, Uncle/Niece Incest, Witnessed Consummation, Smut – Fingering, P in V.

AEMOND TARGARYEN x O.C -VAELYS TARGARYEN

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 4280

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

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“You’re lucky you didn’t kill her-how could you be so foolish” snapped Alicent.

"You only lost one eye-how could you be so blind?"

“Her dragon attacked Vhagar-“ reasoned Aemond.

“What does it matter? We have Rhaenyra’s eldest bastard in our clutches, she could prove useful,” said Aegon shrugging.

“Once Rhaenyra discovers that we have her daughter, neither she nor Daemon will rest until Vaelys is returned to them-for all we know they could descend from the skies on their dragons at any moment” urged Alicent picking nervously at her nails.

“I doubt it-None of their dragons are a match for Vhagar“ scoffed Aemond.

“Vhagar may indeed be the largest dragon in the world but even she cannot withstand a combined attack from the dragons they have-you would do well to remember that boy” said Otto sternly.

“What do you suggest?” asked Aemond through gritted teeth.

“We have the girl-we should use her to our advantage. Rhaenyra would not dare attack Kings Landing for fear of her daughters safety” explained Otto.

“Where is my niece currently?” asked Aegon.

“She was taken to the Black Cells Your Grace-“ replied Ser Criston.

“I want her brought here at once-” ordered Aegon, the crown of the conqueror slipping down his forehead.

A small group of guards shuffled out of the throne room and returned a little while later with a thoroughly drenched and bleeding Vaelys Targaryen, her wrists bound together in chains.

"Seven above-have mercy on us" muttered Alicent.

“Welcome back to Kings Landing-“ said Aegon smirking.

“I wish I could it’s nice to be back” replied Vaelys wiping her nose on her tattered sleeve.

The sound of the chains clinking echoed around the throne room.

“My deepest sympathies on the loss of your dragon” said Aegon smugly.

“You can shove your sympathy right up your arse” sneered Vaelys.

“I don’t think your language is very ladylike”.

“Like I care what you think-“ quipped Vaelys.

“I would see you bow before your King” demanded Aegon.

"King? I see no King" snarked Vaelys as she lifted her hand to her forehead and began to look around the throne room.

"I said BOW TO YOUR KING" balled Aegon.

“I bow before no King. All I see is a drunken, usurper CUNT” snarled Vaelys spitting on the floor.

“The bastard dares speak to me in such a manner” roared Aegon.

“I will speak however I please, you will not silence me you drunken wastrel-” quipped Vaelys.

“Mayhaps I should teach the bastard some respect-”.

“-I’m more Targaryen than you will ever be” snapped Vaelys.

“The bastard thinks herself more than a King” said Aegon.

“You look down your nose at me yet you’re nothing more than a half breed. Your dragons blood diluted with that of the Hightower, your nothing but a slithering green snake masquerading as a dragon”.

“Says the strong bastard” raged Aegon.

“I’m not some strong bastard who was lucky enough to favour my mother’s colouring, I am the daughter of the rogue prince himself, Daemon Targaryen” confessed Vaelys.

“WHAT?” exclaimed Alicent.

“Oh please-like you didn’t suspect such a thing” snarked Vaelys.

“How?” asked Alicent.

“On my mother’s wedding night to Ser Laenor-she lay with Daemon” replied Vaelys.

“So, you openly admit that your mother betrayed her marriage to Ser Laenor?” asked Otto.

“Can it be considered betrayal if he gave his permission?” retorted Vaelys.

“He-what?”

“Oh, come on-you know that Laenor only sought the attention of his squires, he couldn’t consummate the marriage, especially when he’d just witnessed the brutal and unnecessary murder of his beloved Joffrey at the hands of your own sworn protector-so of course Daemon was only too happy to volunteer his services” said Vaelys glaring at Ser Criston who narrowed his eyes at her.

“-And your mother was only too happy to accept” snapped Alicent.

“Surely your aware of first night rights-“

“-And what excuse can be conjured for existence of your brothers?” asked Alicent.

“-What do you intend to do with the girl Your Grace?” asked Otto, his patience wearing thin.

“We could always offer her to any of the noble lords who bend the knee and pledge their loyalty to me” mused Aegon, ignoring the look of horror plastered across the faces of his mother and grandsire.

Aemond took a deep breath and folded his arms behind his back, his gaze never leaving his brother.

“We could even leave her chained up in the throne room and they could take turns with her. How many cocks do you think she could she take before she breaks?” said Aegon.

“Your Grace-she is still a Princess of the realm” warned Otto.

“Wed her to me” offered Aemond.

“-And why would I allow such a thing to take place?” asked Aegon.

“I brought her here. She belongs to me-” replied Aemond.

“-And that’s enough of a reason?”

“If not, then mayhaps the prevention of her marriage to Cregan Stark is” said Aemond firmly.

“Stark?” asked Otto.

“Borros Baratheon inquired about her hand in marriage-he seemed interested in taking her to wife, boldly declaring that she would give him many sons, but she refused. It seems her bastard brother has flown to Winterfell and delivered terms in exchange for his support” said Aemond.

“We cannot allow such a match-if Stark honours his father’s oath and bends the knee the rest of the North will follow, we must intervene if we are too secure-“ urged Otto.

“-There isn’t a Stark alive that’s ever broken an oath-you’ve already lost the North and my grandmother was an Arryn, the Eyrie won’t turn against their kin-” said Vaelys smirking.

“-But we still have you” declared Aegon boldly.

“Your Grace-“ questioned Otto.

“-As you were saying brother-you believe that she belongs to you?” mused Aegon.

“There is a debt to be paid and I will take her as payment for the eye her bastard brother carved from my skull”.

“Her maiden head in exchange for your eye? Assuming of course that she is still a maid, after all she is the daughter of a whore” quipped Aegon smirking.

"The only whore I see is YOU" yelled Vaelys.

"Hold your tongue-or I will have it removed" snarled Aegon.

Vaelys was about to answer back, but then she caught Aemond's eye, and he discreetly shook his head.

Deciding it was better to keep quiet, Vaelys lowered her gaze to the floor.

“I will have her as my wife and I will take what is mine” said Aemond, his voice firm and unwavering.

“And when her maidens blood stains your cock. What then?” asked Aegon.

“She will still have her uses” replied Aemond firmly.

“Very well brother. You may take her to wife” said Aegon smirking at the look on Vaelys’ face.

“Your Grace, Aemond has already agreed to marry one of Borros Baratheon’s daughters, he pledged his support to you based on that promise” urged Alicent.

“Offer Daeron’s hand instead. I don’t really think it matters which Prince marries his daughter” replied Aegon shrugging.

“But Your Grace-“ said Alicent.

“-My brother’s debt will be paid” said Aegon firmly.

Just as Alicent was about to respond, her father shook his head and she sighed despondently, Aegon had clearly made his mind up and now her favoured son would be stuck with a bastard for a bride instead of someone more worthy of his station.

“If some of the lords who have declared for Rhaenyra see that her daughter is wed to Aemond, we may be able to sway them to our side” said Otto thoughtfully.

“Exactly-now take your bastard Aemond and see that she is made presentable-you will wed on the morrow, mother will make the arrangements” ordered Aegon.

“Your Grace” muttered Alicent through gritted teeth.

“YOU-“ snapped Vaelys taking a step forward only to be stopped by Aemond.

“Ser Arryk-Escort my betrothed to her temporary chambers, ensure that she is bathed, and that cut is taken care of” said Aemond sternly.

“Yes, my Prince” replied Ser Arryk.

“You may also want to have the chains removed as well?” suggested Otto.

“Hmm” rasped Aemond.

“Cunt” snapped Vaelys.

“Careful niece-come tomorrow, my brother will have other uses for that mouth of yours” said Aegon smirking.

“Then he will find himself without his cock” replied Vaelys as Ser Arryk lead her out of the throne room.

After she had been thoroughly bathed, Vaelys was sat on a chair under the watchful eye of Ser Arryk waiting for Maester Orwyle to arrive.

“Do you not wish to enquire about the wellbeing of your brother?” asked Vaelys as she watched the maids busying themselves with tidying up.

“I’m sure my brother is fine” muttered Arryk solemnly, his eyes fixed upon the door.

“You know it amazes me how different twins can be. I mean there’s Erryk who is loyal, and then there’s you-“ said Vaelys.

“-My brother is a traitor” said Arryk.

“Your brother swore towards the rightful Queen-he is a man of honour, unlike some I could mention” said Vaelys, a soft knock at the door diverting her attention away from her guard.

“Prince Aemond” said Arryk bowing slightly.

“You can wait outside-“

Ser Arryk nodded his head slightly and then shuffled out of the room, only to come to a standstill just beyond the threshold of the door.

“He is to be your personal guard-he will remain stationed outside, so before you get any ideas, remember he’s there” said Aemond as he waved his hand, and a nervous looking maid placed a stool in front of Vaelys.

“What are you doing?”

“The cut needs stitching, I’ve stitched plenty of my own wounds before, or would you rather have the Maester do it, after all he did such a wonderful job on my eye” said Aemond.

“I thought it was Maester Selkin who stitched your eye?“ asked Vaelys.

“On Driftmark-but I’ve had other procedures since then” replied Aemond.

“Other procedures?”

“Removal of my eyelids” said Aemond as he threaded the needle and raised his hand to Vaelys who flinched away nervously.

“I-I-“ stuttered Vaelys.

“If I was going to hurt you, then I would have done it before I brought you to Kings Landing”.

“But you did hurt me-you killed my dragon” whispered Vaelys softly as she leaned forward an allowed Aemond to begin stitching the cut above her eye.

“I’m sorry about Archonei-” whispered Aemond.

“-Don’t say her name” snapped Vaelys.

“It was not my intent to kill her”.

“You chased after us on that old bitch dragon of yours, what did you think was going to happen?” quipped Vaelys, grimacing as Aemond pulled the thread through her skin.

“Vhagar was defending me after your dragon attacked her”.

“Archonei was frightened, she was much smaller than Vhagar, how would you feel having that thing chasing after you” said Vaelys.

“If you didn’t insult me in the first place then I wouldn’t have chased after you”.

“I heard you-shouting your commands, but she wouldn’t listen. Does your King know that you can’t control your dragon?” asked Vaelys flinching again as the needle pierced her skin.

“It was a momentary lapse in-“

“-Your mouldy rock is obviously getting senile in her old age” retorted Vaelys.

Aemond paused for a moment, debating with himself on whether or not he would engage Vaelys in the argument she was intent on starting, but after a few moments he decided against it.

“We are to marry on the morrow-I suggest you rest well” muttered Aemond as he tied the thread and snipped it.

“If you think that I’d willingly marry you dragon slayer, then your even stupider than you look”.

“The alternative is much worse-“ muttered Aemond raising from the stool.

Vaelys looked at Aemond and took a deep breath, she knew Aegon’s threat of offering her to any Lords who bent the knee was not an empty one and despite her anger towards Aemond for what he had done, he was clearly the lesser of two evils.

She would rather be his wife, than suffer the alternative. Her fathers words echoed in her mind ‘Seize your opportunity and do what you must in order to survive’.

“Fine. I will marry you” snapped Vaelys.

“Get some rest Princess. Tomorrow you will be my wife” replied Aemond as he turned on his heel and left the room.

Aemond was stood beside the high septon. He was elegantly dressed, his black tunic decorated with silver dragons and his Targaryen cloak tied loosely around his shoulders. His long hair tied back in its usual half up, half down style.

The horns signalled the beginning of the ceremony and begrudgingly Vaelys took Aegon’s arm.

“You look beautiful. Green suits you” said Aegon smugly.

“Eat shit-” muttered Vaelys.

“Thank you for escorting the bride Your Grace. If you would be so kind as to wait for the Princess to remove her maiden cloak” said the Septon.

Vaelys undid the ties of her maiden cloak and handed it to Aegon who nodded respectfully to the Septon and took his seat next to Alicent and Helaena.

“You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection” said the Septon loudly.

Aemond removed the cloak bearing the colours of house Targaryen and draped it around Vaelys’ shoulders.

Aemond then took Vaelys’ hand and smiled as the Septon tied their hands together by a ribbon.

“In the sight of the seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one, for eternity. Now you may look upon one another and say these vows together” exclaimed the Septon.

“Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger. I am his and he is mine from this day until the end of my days” said Vaelys, her lip wobbling slightly.

“Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger. I am hers and she is mine from this day until the end of my days” declared Aemond loudly.

“The vows have been spoken. You may kiss your bride”.

Aemond hesitated for a moment before he leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to Vaelys’ lips.

“ñuhon” whispered Aemond as he pulled away (Mine).

The celebration after their wedding was in full swing, how Alicent had managed to pull this off in the limited time she had, Vaelys didn’t want to know.

King Aegon was sat at the head of the table, with a smiling Alicent and Otto by his side.

Vaelys sat next to Aemond near the head of the table, plastering on a smile as Lords and ladies loyal to Aegon came up to wish them well. Tyland Lannister, and one that seemed to linger, Jasper Wylde.

"Many good wishes too you Prince Aemond and Princess Vaelys. A match many shall pray for a fruitful outcome. I must admit Princess, the tales of your great beauty have not been exaggerated".

Vaelys shifted uncomfortably in her seat and Aemond scowled.

"Thank you," nodded Vaelys politely.

All through the feast and dancing, Vaelys couldn’t help but think about her mother.

Did her mother know that she was in Kings Landing? Or had the broken pieces of Archonei been discovered and it was assumed that she had died alongside her dragon?

Her mother was still recovering from the pain and loss of her last pregnancy when she had agreed to let Vaelys fly to Storms End, how cruel would it be to let a mother already grieving for the loss of one daughter, believe her other was also dead.

“Valzȳrys” muttered Vaelys (Husband).

“Is everything ok?” asked Aemond.

“Issa muñā, does she know that I’m here?” (My mother).

“I don’t know-I’ll asked my grandsire” replied Aemond as he rose from his seat and made his way towards his grandsire who was in conversation with Larys Strong.

“Does Rhaenyra know that her daughter is here?” asked Aemond.

“The Princess has not yet been informed of-“ said Otto.

“-She’ll know when she receives the sheets stained with her daughter’s maiden’s blood” interrupted Aegon.

“Perhaps a letter would be sufficient-” mused Aemond.

“No-our whore sister will be sent proof that her daughter has been wedded and bedded. Speaking of which I must inform you brother that the consummation will need to be witnessed, given our older sisters past behaviours”.

“Your Grace-“ exclaimed Aemond.

“We cannot have Rhaenyra contesting the marriage-“ urged Larys.

“Lord Strong is right-“ said Otto.

As much as he could try an argue against it, Aemond knew couldn’t. Rhaenyra would indeed challenge the validity of her daughters marriage, and the witnesses were a preventative measure.

“I request the minimum number of witnesses and sheer curtains-“

“Arrangements will be made,” said Otto.

“Your no fun” muttered Aegon tipping a large gulp of wine.

“I do not wish for my wife to be displayed in such a manner” snapped Aemond.

“Careful brother-anyone would think that you care for the bastard” snarked Aegon.

“She is my wife-“ said Aemond.

“-And that little crush of yours has nothing to do with it?”

“I don’t know what your talking about” snarled Aemond.

“I saw that cuntstruck look on your face when our sister brought her brood of bastards to the Red Keep defending Jace’s claim to Driftmark-Couldn’t keep your eye off our niece, although I must say I don’t blame you. She has grown rather beautiful. Perhaps I’ll take a leaf out of our uncles book and insist on first night rights” said Aegon.

“You have no right” replied Aemond, his heart pounding in his chest.

“I am the King-I have every right, but what sort of brother would I be if I deprived you of the chance to deflower a maid-it’s not as if the last woman you bedded was one” laughed Aegon.

“Don’t ever mention that again” ordered Aemond as he turned on his heel and returned to Vaelys who was now huddled with Helaena.

“I couldn’t talk him out of it-” said Aemond.

“At least you tried” muttered Vaelys, her shoulders slumping.

“Come good sister-I shall escort you to your new chambers” whispered Helaena.

“I’ll distract Aegon and the others” muttered Aemond.

“I know it might not make sense, but it was necessary for Aemond to bring you here”.

“I’m sure it was-“ muttered Vaelys as she watched Aemond bump into his brother, causing the cup of wine he was holding to spill all over the floor.

“You will see in time, and don’t worry you will fly again,” said Helaena.

“I will?” asked Vaelys as she followed Helaena out of the throne room.

“A dragon across the sea, a bronze heart waiting to be free,” said Helaena.

“What?” exclaimed Vaelys.

“A dragon across the sea, a bronze heart waiting to be free,” repeated Helaena as she came to a stop in the middle of the corridor.

“These are not my chambers” mused Vaelys.

“No-there Aemonds. You are to share, it’s important” muttered Helaena as she pushed open the door, took Vaelys by the hand and pulled her inside.

“I’m scared” whimpered Vaelys.

“Aemond will take care of you-he’s not the monster you think he is,” said Helaena.

“He brought me here”.

“I was necessary-a dragon across the sea, a bronze heart waiting to be free. The dragons begin to dance, blood will be shed, begins when two are wed,” said Helaena.

“You keep saying that but-“ uttered Vaelys as the door swung open and Aemond walked in, closely followed by Aegon, Otto, Larys Strong, Tyland Lannister and Maester Orwyle.

“It’s time-“ declared Aegon brightly.

“Will you stay?” asked Vaelys.

“Yes” replied Helaena softly as she stood next to Aegon who huffed impatiently at Aemond who was stood silently observing Vaelys.

“Would you help me with the gown, husband?” asked Vaelys as she turned from him and swept her hair away from her back to reveal a great number of fiddly buttons and laces.

“Of course,” replied Aemond as he reached forward and began undoing his wife’s wedding gown.

Soon she was stood in nothing but a thin shift and Aemond felt his heart quicken in his chest at the sight of her nipples through the sheer fabric.

He was no maid, Aegon had seen to that when he’d dragged him to the street of silk on his thirteenth name day. But Vaelys was no paid whore, that would whisper sweet lies into his ear and make him feel dirty.

She was his wife, and he would treat her as such.

Aemond began pulling off his own clothes as Vaelys climbed into the bed. Her cheeks tinged pink as she glanced nervously at the witnesses who were silent.

“Focus on me. Not them” said Aemond as he finished undressing himself and climbed into the bed.

Vaelys nodded nervously as Otto moved forward and closed the sheer curtains, they didn’t provide much privacy, but it was better than nothing.

“I-I’m ready husband” whispered Vaelys as she pulled off her shift and discarded it on the floor.

Vaelys laid down and smiled shyly as Aemond gazed at her naked body.

“Gevie” whispered Aemond as he slowly reached out and ran his fingers over Vaelys’ breasts (Beautiful).

Goosebumps erupted over Vaelys’ skin as Aemonds hand began to move lower.

“I-I need to prepare you” whispered Aemond.

“P-prepare me?” whispered Vaelys.

“I don’t want to hurt you” replied Aemond.

Vaelys gasped when she felt Aemond’s fingers rubbing her folds.

“Aemond” exclaimed Vaelys as her husband slipped a finger inside her.

Aemond buried his face in his wife’s neck as he began peppering kisses along her smooth skin as he added another finger to prepare her as best, he could.

But in the back of his mind, he was still aware of the witnesses standing at the foot of the bed.

“Come on. Get on with it” groused Aegon.

Aemond removed his fingers and then laid between his wife’s open legs, supporting his weight on his left arm as he reached down and took his hard cock in his hand and placed the tip of it against his wife’s slick entrance.

Vaelys shut her eyes tight and took a deep breath as Aemond sheathed himself within her.

“Listen to her whimpering, who would have thought a whore’s daughter would be so cock shy” laughed Aegon.

“Don’t listen to them-I won’t let them see you” muttered Aemond softly.

Vaelys couldn’t stifle the whimper of pain as she felt Aemond’s cock press further into her.

“That’s it Aemond fuck her harder” exclaimed Aegon gleefully.

“Your doing so well-” muttered Aemond trying to control himself.

Vaelys’ cunny choked his cock so tight that he needed a few seconds to adjust, making him terribly aware that he was not going to last for too long.

Aemond’s cock twitched and throbbed with need, and he released a shuddered breath while Vaelys sighed in relief.

“The pain will ease,” rasped Aemond, waiting for his wife to adjust.

After a few moments, Vaelys nodded slowly her hands grasping the white sheets tightly as Aemond pulled back and thrust forward again.

Aemond rested his head in the crook of Vaelys’ neck as he thrusts faster, his quiet moans muffled against her skin.

“Your perfect-“ whispered Aemond.

Feeling a spark of pleasure Vaelys let go of the sheets and slowly placed her hands on Aemond’s back, holding him close as his movements become more erratic.

Aemond pushed into the hilt for one last time and groaned loudly as his cock throbbed and he spilled his seed.

“A-Are you ok?” Aemond as he gently pulled his softened cock from his wife.

Vaelys nodded, her fingers digging into the fabric of the bed.

Aemond pulled the bedcovers over Vaelys and then moved to sit on the edge of the bed, his eye drawn to the red ring of Vaera’s maidens blood that now stained his cock.

“Are you well Princess. Do you need me to examine you?” asked Maester Orwyle.

“No, I’m-“ muttered Vaelys.

“-The marriage has been consummated. Get out” snapped Aemond.

“The sheets brother” said Aegon.

Aemond slowly ran a hand over his face before he jumped off the bed, his eye moving to Vaelys who clutched the bedcovers too her chest and slowly lifted her body from the bed allowing him to pull the sheet from under her.

“There-“ snarled Aemond as he threw the sheet towards Aegon.

“I see she was a maid after all” quipped Aegon as he examined the blood stained sheet.

“This will do nicely, I’ll make sure to send it to our sister on the morrow, confirming that her precious heir has been wedded and bedded” Aegon as he quickly rolled up the bloodstained sheet.

“You’ve got what you wanted now get out” retorted Aemond.

There was a brief shuffling off feet, before the door to their chambers opened and closed, leaving the two of them alone.

“Are you ok?” asked Aemond as he climbed back into the bed.

“I’m fine” whispered Vaelys.

“We should get some sleep-it’s been a long day” said Aemond as he laid down,

“W-Will you hold me. Please?” asked Vaelys her voice small and barely audible, the tears running down her face.

Aemond slowly nodded and reached towards Vaelys pulling her trembling body against his.

It took far longer than Aemond would have liked for his wife’s trembling to cease, but eventually she fell asleep with her face pressed against his chest.

After discarding his eyepatch on the nightstand, Aemond gazed at Vaelys for seemed like hours.

He could still see the faint tracks of dried tears on her face, and with a shaking hand he reached out and gently stroked her cheek.

“I’m sorry” whispered Aemond as he pulled her closer and closed his eye.

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anxiousnerdwritings · 11 months

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If Daemon’s bby ever died on the battlefield so young: how would her loved ones react? And would anyone (the dragon literally symbolizes their house ofc) fight over her humongous three-headed dragon? Just imagine if it just casually flew away after the funeral without giving anyone a opportunity to claim them.

Daemon would absolutely lose it if his beloved child died in any way. There would be a sense of pride and respect for his bby dying in battle and fighting till the very end, but you can bet he will absolutely destroy whoever had a part in his child’s demise. And he will burn them all to the fucking ground. He wouldn’t rest until the entire lineage of the people involved in his child’s death were wiped out.

Rhaenyra would be in such a severe state of mourning for her most treasured friend/cousin. She would want to fight alongside Daemon and bring down the people who stole their beloved one from them. Rhaenyra’s hurt and anger would be more than enough to fuel her till the end to see the downfall of everyone involved in her cousin’s death. And she would make damn sure she got her vengeance for her late loved one. No one would go unpunished for taking away her bestest and dearest friend.

Given that I imagine this happening before the Dance of Dragons takes place, I can’t help but imagine Viserys’ reaction and how he would be towards Daemon. I feel like this would be something that would very well bring the two brothers together. Viserys can understand the state his brother would be in and he can’t possibly imagine going through it himself. He wouldn’t know what he would do if anything happened to Rhaenyra but he knows damn well he would go to war over it too. He wouldn’t hold anything against Daemon for what he does afterward, he can’t bring himself to knowing he would do something of the same level himself if his child faced the same fate. Viserys would ensure that the Reader got the most deserving funeral of any Targaryen there ever was.

Don’t even get me started on Rhea’s reaction. She would 1000% blame Daemon. Whether she blames his blood running through their child’s veins or his teaching them to never run from a fight. She puts it on him but she blames herself just as much for not keeping her child by her side. There really wasn’t much she could do but that doesn’t stop her from ripping herself apart. I don’t doubt that Daemon blames himself too but Rhea really throws it in his face, especially if this happened in a battle that Daemon and their child were fighting on the frontlines together. Her loss and grief would be too much for her, Rhea wouldn’t know what to do with herself once her child is gone. She would demand their child have a funeral fit for a Royce while Daemon fights tooth and nail that his child deserves nothing less than a true Targaryen send off. The death of their beloved child would only drift the two further apart and bring nothing but more hostility and hatred towards each other.

When it comes to the Reader’s dragon, I can’t help but think of two things. The dragon either pulls a similar stunt to Drogon and takes its’ treasured rider away to somewhere for just the two of them to be, or it sticks around until after the funeral and goes off on its own to live the rest of its days in mourning in solitude and forever being without its beloved companion again. No matter who had the gall to even try and claim the Reader’s dragon for themself the dragon would have absolutely none of it. I could see it taking on a similar disposition to Cannibal after its rider dies. It becomes extremely hostile towards anyone or anything that comes near it, all three of it’s heads retaliating and going after anyone and anything. Hell, I can even see the poor dragon going after itself and the three heads turning on one another in a form of self destruction. Just overall the Reader’s dragon acting out in its own way of suffering and being grief stricken by its detrimental loss.

Honestly, I really can’t see the Reader’s dragon allowing the Reader’s funeral to take place. I could see the dragon seeing this as the Reader’s family and everyone else in attendance further harming the Reader more, especially in the sense of the other dragons being the ones to set alight the Reader’s funeral pyre for their send off. The Reader’s dragon taking this as more of a threat to the Reader than what it’s actually supposed to be and a chaotic dragon fight ensuing with the Reader’s dragon trying to take its’ rider’s body back with it where it can be forever safe and protected.

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Among snakes I shall dance

Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!Targaryen!Fem!Reader

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Summary: Rhaenyra's firstborn finds herself surrounded by the greens and, to her misfortune, betrothed to one of them. So she begins to plan how to take them down, one by one, from the inside.

Word count: 2.8K

Warning: Allusions to incestuous relationship (it's HOTD, come on!), use of obscene language (c-word used somewhere), some characters might be a bit out of character. And this is my fist time writing about GOT universe, so yeah :)

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"Do you want to execute the princess, the only daughter of Rhaenyra?" the queen asked incredulously, after standing up.

"Your Grace." The Master of Ships, Tyland Lannister spoke. "You must know that to leave her, her mother and bastard brothers and alive would be to jeopardise the integrity of yours son's reign."

"Let us not forget about Daemon either, I stress again." Otto dropped, running a hand through his beard.

"I will not allow you to execute the princess." Spoke firmly and sternly, Alicient. "Viserys loved his granddaughter in a very special way. I will not allow you to proceed with this absurd idea when my husband's corpse is not even cold yet. I will not let you sully his memory in this way. And whoever does so will be sent to the wall."

"You propose to let her go, my queen?" the Hand of the King asked, one eyebrow arched at his daughter. "Need I remind you that she is her mother's heiress? And that she, in turn, is just as dangerous? Any pretender to the throne can be a threat to your son."

"I propose something, an alternative that might work." Tyland Lannister spoke. "What if you marry her off to someone loyal to Aegon?" he proposed as he swept his gaze over everyone present.

"That would be a good alternative. The young princess is Targaryen and Velaryon, pure Valyrian blood unlike her brothers, she is the only one who resembles somehow to her late father, Ser Leanor. To betroth her to someone we trusts would do well." Grand Maester Orwyle commented with a nod, it seemed to be a great idea. "An advantageous marriage might prevent bloodshed, might even make her mother swear fealty to Aegon and bring them to kneel.”

"To whom would you offer the Red Mermaid’s hand, Grand Maertre?" Alicent asked once she stopped to think about the idea.

"You could betroth her to Lord Strong. Ser Larys is loyal to you, My Queen. To Aegon."

"I could betroth the princess." Tyland replied, a small smile plastered on his face. They all looked at him.

"That is a good offer, Ser Tyland, but I think Prince Aemond would be suitable." The smile that had been on the Lannister's face moments before was wiped away at those words. "He would know how to tame the young princess, who to our misfortune is as wild as her brothers and mother." Otto added the last with venom, who glanced at his daughter who was thinking about the whole situation.

"We would start, moreover, with the advantage that both of them were close in childhood." Orwyle spoke. "I propose, if we all agree, that the ceremony take place as soon as possible."

Alicent nodded. "We shall marry them right after Aegon's ceremony. By nightfall."

"It would also be advisable to have the princess present at the coronation. It would give a message of unity, so anyone loyal to Rhaenyra would think twice."

"Let there be no more talk. After Aegon's coronation, Prince Aemond and the Princess will be wed tomorrow before the day ends."

Once the green council had settled all the matters they had to deal with to carry out their plan, the queen, along with the company of Ser Criston Cole, went in search of the princess to let her know what would become of her. How before nightfall of the next day she would be married to her uncle, who in what seems to have been a past life, was a friend of hers.

"My queen." Said the young princess once she saw Alicent in front of her, bowing after addressing her. "I suppose you have come to give me the terrible news that my beloved grandsire has passed away." Spoke the silver-haired young woman with a soft tone.

"That is not the only reason I am here, my dear." The Hightower woman spoke as she approached her granddaughter-in-law with a sad smile.

The Queen looked at the you woman. She could clearly see that she had been weeping for hours over the pass of Viserys, who had been so important to her. Even though she had not been able to see her grandsire for the past six years, the two had been corresponding by letters weekly, which had made the bond between grandsire and granddaughter very close.

"I am so sorry for your loss." Spoke the young woman who stood by the window of her room, which overlooked the inner courtyard of the castle. She knew things were wrong when she saw the behaviour of the people in the castle different, as if they were following a protocol. Well, let's just say that Ser Criston Cole locking her in her room and the guards taking anyone who worked in the castle to the dungeons - where she supposed they were sent - were two other big signs.

"I too am sorry for your loss, sweet child." The queen murmured as she took the young woman’s hands for her attention. "There is something I must inform you of."

"What is it?" the young one looked at the Queen, once her mother's best friend and now her grandmother by marriage to Viserys.

"Viserys… before he passed away, he told me one thing." The brown-haired woman began to explain to the silver-haired. "He told me that his dying wish is that your uncle, Aegon, should succeed him as king."

The young princess shook her head in confusion. "Pardon me?" she asked with a frown, still showing signs of confusion. "It makes no sense at all. He made my mother his heir." Said the young woman turning away. "He wanted my mother to rule the kingdoms."

"It's true. He told me, he changed his mind, it was his dying wish. For your uncle to be the new king."

"Is that what you had to tell me, dear Grandmother?" The young woman asked as she folded her arms, still frowning, but this time she did not show confusion, if not displeasure. "Is that why I have been locked up all day? To keep me from running away? Or perhaps, to keep me prisoner and use me to your advantage and make my mother bow the knee to your son?" The young woman exclaimed in anger. "I will not allow my mother to kneel."

"They wanted to execute you." Alicent spoke calmly, resting her hand on her granddaughter’s cheek. "I have prevented it. But to avoid a war, we have made a decision, of which I have come to tell you."

The young Velaryon laughed cynically. "To keep me prisoner, I assume." She took a step back.

"Of course not."

"You are telling me I can go back to my mother, to Dragonstone? Or back to Driftmark where I am supposed to go with my Grandmother?" The young woman looked around and sighed. "Where is my grandmother? Princess Rhaenys. Do you have her locked up too? Or have you executed her already?"

"She is well. In her room, making a decision."

"I see." The young woman dropped into the chair next to the window. "Seven hells." She dropped her head into her hands. "So... can I go now? I mean, if I am not a prisoner, I would like to leave as soon as possible." She looked up and looked at the queen, who was staring out the window, in silence.

Alicent continued to stare out the window, until she turned silently, with a serious countenance, then broke the silence. "You're getting married. Tomorrow night, after Aegon's coronation."

Like her mother in her day, the young woman did not want to get married. She wanted to live her life freely, free of responsibilities and heavy burdens. In a way, because she knew she was not made to be a pretender to the Iron Throne, which had given her so many headaches throughout her life. She knew that her younger brother, Jace, would be a better candidate when the time came. That was why, the day before, after what had happened in the throne room with Veamond Velaryon, she knew she must speak to her mother before she went home.

"Mother, may I have a word with you, please?" The firstborn said to her mother, who was with Daemon, preparing to leave the red keep. They both looked at their daughter.

"I will leave you two alone." Said the Prince, preparing to give both women space.

"That's not necessary, Father." Daemon was not her father, but since Leanor's passing, he had taken it upon himself to play that role, protecting and thus teaching the young woman everything he knew of the world, from High Valyrian to how to fight with a sword. "I would like you to stay. Please."

"What's wrong, dear?" Rhaenyra said, approaching her daughter in fear that something bad had happened. "She took her daughter’s face, and could see sadness and uncertainty in her expression.

Daemon approached her as well, and placed a hand on her shoulder, a sign of support and encouragement for her to speak. "If someone has done or said something to you, tell me who it is and I will kill them. No hesitation, you know that.”

"Nothing bad has happened, everything is fine, really, father." she said with a small smile at her father's overprotective reaction. "I wanted to let you know before you leave…my intentions."

"Your intentions about what, my daughter?"

"I do not desire the Iron Throne, mother. I do not wish to be your heir." The young woman spat quickly. The last thing she wanted to do was disappoint the person she loved most in the world. "Jace would be a better king. He should be your heir. I wanted to tell you, but... I didn't want to disappoint either of you. I- I'm sorry, mother. I'm not up to it." The young Velaryon girl burst into tears.

"You could never let us down, sweetheart. Never, do you hear me?" Rhaenyra hugged her daughter tightly. Daemon smiled briefly at her and stroked her long silver hair.

Alicent's words really did hit her like a bucket of cold water. "Of course I am not getting wed!" The girl exclaimed. "No."

"If for the sake of your family, you want to avoid a war and getting them all killed, that's what you have to do," Alicent spoke calmly, with a tone that sent shivers down her spine.

This could not be happening.

Fuck it all.

Fuck the greens and their manipulations.

Fuck Alicent Hightower and the snake she had for a father.

"And who is the highest bidder to whom you have sold me, my queen?" the Velaryon said the last with mockery. "Ser Larys Strong? Or perhaps Ser Tyland Lannister?"

"Aemond, of course. Your dear uncle."

"I-no... He's-"

"Ser Criston." Called the Queen to the new Commander of the Kingsguard, who until then had been on the other side of the door to the princess's chambers, waiting for Alicent.

"My Queen." Said the knight once he entered the room. He looked at the princess and gave a small bow with his head. "Princess."

"Ser Criston, escort the princess for a little stroll to the gardens. She's been cooped up here all day, I'm sure some fresh air will do her good."

"As you commanded, my Queen."

Great, we're going on a small trip with Cole. Sounds like fun.

Spoiler. No.

A few moments later, when the Queen had left the place, together with the Commander's company, the young Velaryon woman went for a walk, in silence, to the Red Keep’s gardens.

It was strange to be walking in the Keep at this hour. It was almost dark, everything was dark, there was hardly anyone in the there, only guards and a few servants going to their rooms. There was not as much light as she remembered from when she was younger, except for a few torches and candles.

No doubt, the Red Keep had changed, it was not the place she loved to be in her childhood. Now it was just a dreary, cold place, a memory. A shell of its former self.

"Enjoying the walk, niece?" A voice interrupted them.

"Uncle." The girl whispered as she saw her uncle leaning against a brick pillar.

"I suppose you have been informed of the great news by now, hm?" The young Prince took a sip from the cup in his hand.

"Yes." She said in a dry tone, as she watched his every move.

"It will not be so bad, do you think?" The silver-haired Prince arched an eyebrow, before taking a final sip from his cup and setting it down.

She watched as the cup fell to the ground and the noise it made when it made contact with it. The noise echoed down the hallway.

In a way, that was how she felt. As if she was falling and was about to make an impact with something that was going to end her.

She didn't know at what point he had approached, but now he was standing in front of her, a smirk plastered on his face. "Don't you think it is funny?" He asked her, she watched him. She noticed his features slightly illuminated under the torches. His eyepatch was what caught her attention the most. She thought about the sapphire that was underneath. "By this time tomorrow we will be married. We will be one before the gods." She looked at his only eye, his blue gaze attracted her, much to her dismay.

"Delightful." She snapped wryly.

"Don't take it like that, princess. We will have a good time, just like when we were kids."

Something about him was attracting her. She didn't know what it was exactly, but it was electrifying. She looked closely at his long, seemingly silky hair, his high cheekbones, his perfect nose. His lips. Those lips, which were quirked into a mocking smile.

"I would rather jump from the highest tower of the Keep, my Prince." That was what came from between the lips of the young woman, who feigned sweetness.

"Seven hells. You really feel like it, hm?" Aemond said as he took the young woman's chin and lifted her face, so that she would look at him. "It is alright. I am dying for it too." He whispered teasingly before placing a kiss on the young woman's forehead, as if this was a game. "Ser Criston."

"Yes, my prince?"

"Please take my betrothed back to her chambers. She must rest for tomorrow." The young Prince ordered.

"As you command." Replied the brown-haired knight at the young man's command.

"Good night, my dear. We have an exciting day ahead of us tomorrow."

That was when she made up her mind to send it all to hell.

If she was going to be surrounded by Snakes from now on, unable to be with her family, she was going to do everything she could to destroy them from the inside. Or at least try and enjoy the process.

After all, she was her mother's daughter. She wouldn't let them finish her off so easily.

"Fuck all of this, fuck this place. Fuck all of them." She whispered.

The commander heard her. "You could have your tongue cut out for saying that." Criston told her, as she was escorted on her way to her room.

"Would you do it yourself, Ser Criston?" The girl gave the knight a fleeting glance.

"If I were ordered to." He replied.

"Surely you would enjoy it, would not you?"

The commander frowned and gave the young woman a look full of anger and displeasure.

"This can stay between us, Commander. It could be our secret, one more we would have." The young woman paused as she almost reached the door to her quarters. "I know you loathe my mother, that you resent her and that if it were up to you she would be dead. I also know that you think the same of me. That I am a savage and perhaps a spoiled cunt, worthy daughter of my mother? Perhaps?"

"You should go inside your room, princess. You must rest."

"Yes, don't worry. But first I want to tell you one thing. As I have already told you, all this may be our secret." The Velaryon woman spoke as she finished heading to the door of her quarters, once she reached the door she looked at the knight. "Well. As I was saying, I know you hate my mother, and I also know why, because she supposedly made you break your vows, the ones you took when you entered the kingsguard, am I wrong?"

Cole took a breath, thus trying to control the anger he was beginning to feel at hearing the young woman's words. His knuckles were white now. “What are you trying to say?”

"You see I am also my father's worthy daughter. For that I think you should be glad, don't you think? After all, not many Commanders of the Kingsguard have a daughter who is a princess." The young woman opened the door to her room. "I'm going to get some rest now. Good night, Commander. Oh! My mistake - should I address you as father from now on?"

No doubt she was going to do her best to destroy them from the inside. One by one, if that wasn't too ambitious of her.

Anyway, she was going to try to enjoy the process.

Even if it ended with her.

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From the Vale (Harwin Strong imagine)

Pairing: Harwin Strong x female Targaryen!reader

Requested: Yes

Warnings: spoilers for the show i guess, the bronze bitch lives and she's thriving, daemon is totally a girl dad and we love that

In the beginning, Daemon despised the idea of being married to Rhea Royce. He despised her and the Vale. However, they had to perform their duties as a couple and therefore, had to be together to conceive an heir. They were both against it, the thought of sharing a bed seemed so absurd and repulsive, yet it had to be done… a couple of times.

Thankfully, it was successful. Lady Rhea Royce was with child shortly after. Prince Daemon proved to be a good father, trying to be involved as much as he was allowed to. Rhea was surprised, she initially thought he would leave the Vale once it was official but he proved her wrong.

Daemon flew to King’s Landing with Caraxes to get an egg for the child, because it was tradition to place one in the cradle. Rhea was adamant at first, about possibly having another dragon in the Vale but after she knew the child was a Targaryen and it was their right to have one.

After a long pregnancy, Rhea gave birth to a girl. She only cared for a healthy child, so it did not matter if it was a boy or a girl. Daemon, to everyone's surprise, also did not care. He was in the room as Rhea delivered, he felt grateful that she let him be part of it since they had not discussed it before.

Something changed in Daemon’s heart when he first carried his daughter. He vowed to protect her from anyone and anything that would harm her. Y/N was the light of his life.

Seventeen years later

“My prince, Lady Rhea, and Princess Y/N have returned from their hunt,” a servant informed him.

Daemon smiled, getting up to go greet them outside. He and Lady Rhea put aside their differences years ago, for the sake of their daughter, and it went surprisingly well. However, there is not any sort of sexual attraction between them, just deep care and affection.

When Daemon stepped out, he could see the yard had many deer and rabbit carcasses. Rhea looked clean and polished while Y/N did not. She always had fun during the hunts, not caring if she rolled in dirt or blood.

“Darling, what did you do?” Daemon laughed.

“Oh,” Y/N messily wiped some dirt from her face laughing. “One of the deers had me chase it.”

“She fell down a hill,” Rhea whispered to him.

“Mother!” Y/N gasped, feigning anger. “You promised not to tell.”

“Come on, love. You must change before we go with Carexes and Aelyx would let you near them in this condition.” Daemon softly pushed her towards the castle.

“But I must prepare the deer-” she tried to argue but he laughed, still urging her to go inside.

After being bathed and scrubbed by the maids, Y/N was ready to continue her day but her father was waiting for her outside the chambers. “Darling, you have a moment?”

“Of course, what is it?”

“I received a raven from the king, he is asking for us to go stay in King’s Landing. I have not answered yet, but I wanted to ask you first.” Daemon always made her feel included in his decisions, communication was very important between them.

“Yes!” She exclaimed happily, earning an eyebrow raised from her father. “I mean, yes, of course, we can go. I would love to see Rhaenyra.”

Daemon gave her a knowing look. “Alright. I will write back to my brother. I expect you to be on your best behavior.”

Y/N scoffed playfully, “I think mother is the one that should be saying that, not you.”

“I do have some authority around here,” he reminded her.

She kissed his cheek and said, “no, you have none.” Daemon threw his arm over her shoulder for a hug, laughing at what she said. It was true though, Rhea and Y/N never listened to him.

Daemon and Y/N arrived in King’s Landing a few days later, deciding to go travel with their dragons instead of going on horseback.

Rhea decided to stay behind, stating that she did not want to be around the king’s wife, which was understandable. They did have a significant confrontation a year ago and although there were no repercussions for her, Rhea did not want to do it again. The words “bronze bitch” were brought up but not for her, they were for Y/N. She did not care in the slightest but Rhea and Daemon were furious.

Rhaenyra and Y/N embraced as soon as they saw each other. Alicent felt a ping of sadness, since Y/N was her friend as well, but all that changed when she had to marry the king. After saying their hellos, Viserys went to speak to Daemon privately, leaving the girls by themselves. Alicent knew she would not be included, therefore she left without saying a word.

“Father told me you had to get married,” Y/N said, linking arms with Rhaenyra while they walked along the castle. “Is it true?”

The princess sighed, “unfortunately yes, it is.”

Y/N pitied her cousin, she cannot even imagine the type of predicament she has been in since being named heir. “Is there someone you fancy? You know, to at least make it bearable.”

“No, not a single suitor interests me,” Rhaenyra confessed.

“There are many handsome men in the Vale,” Y/N nudged her playfully. “Perhaps someone could catch your eye there.”

Rhaenyra laughed, nudging her cousin back. “I doubt it. Besides, father has been talking about Laenor.”

“Laenor?” Y/N stopped and gave her sister a grimace. “I do not think Laenor would approve of this union.”

“I know, but I suppose we both have to do this, it is our duty after all.”

“We could just go on our dragons, fly away to the Free Cities and eat only cake,” Y/N suggested.

“Your father would throw a fit if he heard you,” Rhaenyra told her with a smile.

They spent the entire afternoon talking, eventually resting in the Godswood. Viserys and Daemon were looking for them but decided to leave them be when they eventually found them.

Coming to King’s Landing usually meant Y/N had to act like a princess, to “please the people at court”, as her cousin says. She usually wears her riding leathers when she is back home, but now all she had were beautiful dresses her uncle had gotten for her.

Y/N got the idea to go hunting in the Kingswood. Rhaenyra, her father, and her uncle were stuck in a small council meeting, so she was all alone during the day. She wrote a letter to Daemon, instructing a Kingsguard to give it to him when he was available.

I went to the Kingswood to hunt. I will be safe. Do not come looking for me because you will scare away all the boars like the last time.

Love, Y/N

She did not have any appropriate clothing for the hunt. Y/N opted to wear a more simple dress so she would not ruin the one she had previously. It was still very pretty and it was “court-approved”.

Y/N walked through the stable getting everything she needed when she hit what felt like a wall. It was a man. He held her before she could hit the ground. “Oh, I apologize.”

“It is my fault, princess,” the man replied. Y/N looked at him, completely blown away by how handsome he was. “I was not paying attention.”

She cleared her throat, subtly looking around to check if there were other people. “You know who I am, but I do not know you.”

The man smiled, “Ser Harwin Strong.”

Y/N’s face was flushed, suddenly remembering his nickname. “You are the man they call Breakbones.”

“Men talk about me in the Vale?” Harwin asked, both surprised and amused.

“Some of the knights are still recovering from fighting you,” Y/N told him. “It appears the nickname suits you.”

They laughed for a moment. “If I may ask, where are you heading?”

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek. Why was she nervous? “Hunting.”

Harwin shot her a genuinely surprised look. “Hunting? By yourself?” She nodded, mounting her horse. “Princess, it is not safe for you to be alone in the woods.”

“I can take care of myself, Ser Harwin.”

The man stammered, holding onto the horse’s reins before they could run off. “Princess, I insist. Let me accompany you, by the very least.”

“It is alright, Ser. I am very sure you have other things to tend to.” Y/N softly removed his hands from the reins and sped off.

Harwin stood there, bewildered. He had heard about the princess before, the knights he had met from the Vale always spoke so highly of her. According to them, she was kind and fair, always searching for a way to help others. What he did not know was that she was that reckless.

It was almost dusk. Harwin sat close to the gate, waiting. He could not get any of his duties done, the nervousness he felt was asphyxiating him.

When Y/N walked in, Harwin felt that his soul returned to his body. There she was, dragging three boars as if it was nothing. She was covered in dirt and blood, her dress was ripped. Despite how worried he was, Harwin felt a sense of pride when he saw her in that state. She looked beautiful.

“Princess,” he called for her, his voice waiving a bit.

“Ser Harwin!” She greeted him back. “I thought you would be in your bedchamber by now.”

“I… I could not go inside while you were out alone in the woods,” Harwin confessed, and Y/N raised her eyebrows in surprise.

“Look at me, I am in one piece. The boars were not so lucky,” she chuckled but Harwin did not find the amusement. “It is alright, Ser. I have gone hunting by myself numerous times. I know what to do.”

Harwin did not know what to say. She did seem alright, although the blood on her made him think otherwise. The princess was staring at him with a reassuring smile.

“I have to go get scrubbed down by the maids but perhaps we can speak later?” Y/N suggested.

“Of course, princess,” Harwin grinned.

Y/N entered her chambers, getting startled by her Daemon, who was waiting for her. “I thought you were going to sleep in the woods,” he told her, waving her note.

“Sorry, father. Lost track of time,” she admitted, itching her temple awkwardly.

“Is that all of it or were you just distracted by the knight that was speaking with you?”

They stared at each other silently. Y/N's face flushed instantly while Daemon smirked. Was it that obvious?

“I see things, Y/N. I know everything,” Daemon reminded her.

“Now that you mentioned it,” Y/N felt nervous, what if he said no? “I was going to meet with him later, to talk. He seems like a nice man.”

Daemon wanted to make fun of her but decided not to, at least for that night. “A nice man to marry?”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “Father!”

“What?” He asked, feigning innocence. “Harwin Strong could be a nice match. Besides, you are prettier than the sheep.”

“Oh, gods,” she covered her face with her hands, feeling embarrassed. “I will let you know if it comes to that.”

“I will know regardless, you are very obvious-”

“Father, stop!” Y/N pleaded, making Daemon laugh.

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blakeswritingimagines · 8 months

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Summary: Just when things were going great for you and your loves, what seems like another amazing life-changing moment takes place only for it to all fall apart right from under you.

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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

All three of you laid in bed panting softly as you each worked your way down in a sweet afterglow of lovemaking, feeling the gentle touch across your skin from Rhaenyra as Daemon watched on which just made you look over at him with a raised brow as he seemed to be taking in something about you which caused you to smile but lightly tilted your head "Is there something wrong darling?". A smile crept onto his face as he wrapped his arms around you. He turned his head to kiss your cheek. "Nothing at all, my love. Just appreciating the sight." Daemon's hand trailed down your body, coming close to the curve of your hip enjoying how your different skin tone glowed before sliding down toward your inner thigh. "Just appreciating every sight I get of you," he whispered, his voice husky. He smirked while lightly brushing the hair from your face, his fingers trailing slowly down the soft skin of your arm. "I'm happy. I'm happier than I've been in a very, very long time. And I'm not just referring to the sex we've just had. I've never had this much fun, this much comfort with someone in my life. You make me feel more human than I have in decades. That is why I've been looking at you for a while." He continued his tender touch moving across your body before stopping at your stomach and looking down before glancing up at you as he whispered, "I believe you should be expecting change love and have been for some time now."

Rhaenyra looks at Daemon for a moment and then at your stomach with curiosity, and then a smile spreads itself on her features as soon as it is clear to her what he meant. She hugged you tightly, burying her head in your neck and her eyes welled up with tears. "Oh, love…" Rhaenyra whispered and kissed you passionately. "I am so happy." She sniffed happy that there would be another sweet little babe joining the family, wiping away a tear and smiling. She placed her hand on your soft belly as you only shook your head with a chuckle that Daemon was assuming you were pregnant. "I think I'd know if I was expecting." As you and Daemon continued to kiss, Daemon brushed back your hair. A hand lightly caressed your stomach and he let out a soft, satisfied moan into the kiss. "Just a feeling I had we all know I'm never wrong," he whispered against your mouth and then leaned his head back with his eyes closed. "Now that we have the throne, we should start our family. We cannot allow the Targaryen line to grow weak. We must continue our royal legacy."

You nodded in agreement and smiled as you nuzzled yourself a little closer until you were resting against his chest. "Yes, my love but I'm sure I'm not carrying But if it'll give you and Nyra some peace of mind I'll go see a maester tomorrow" The thought of you carrying a child of Daemon's made you feel butterflies in your stomach. "We can't let the Targaryen bloodline die out." You pressed your soft lips to Daemon's neck and smiled before leaning back against Rhaenyra who simply cuddled closer seeming happy if you were with a child. He leaned forward to bite your ear playfully. "And, what if I just wanted another child? Do I not have the right to demand children from you?" He leaned his head to the side, his words laced with a playful tone. A brow rose slightly at your words, his eyes closing as he smirked. "I am glad to see you agree with that, my love." Daemon leaned forward to kiss you again, one hand still trailing down your skin until it fell around pulling you closer. You could feel his chest rise with each breath he took, and in truth Daemon found the sensation to be quite comforting. "We shall see," he said with a smile of his own. "But for now, let's just enjoy this moment, shall we?" he whispered, his voice hushed. Rhaenyra leaned forward, pressing your foreheads together, and smiled. She placed a gentle hand on your stomach. "I hope you are, my love," she whispered.

The next day you had gotten ready with both Daemon and Rhaenyra enjoying the soft touches and playful teasing between all three of you, going about your day even getting used to your new duties since you and Daemon had more important roles now within the realm even if you weren't used to it. Finally getting some free time you made your way to the maesters and explained you wanted to be looked over for which had caused you to lay back waiting until it was over just to hear that Daemon was right that you were, in fact, pregnant and about nearly two months alone as you sat there in shock before walking through the halls seeing Rhaenyra as you gently pulled her away still taking in the news "He was right…Last night when Daemon said I should be expecting change and that I was pregnant…he was right I am." She stood just nearly as shocked as you "You mean… You're pregnant?" She looked at you in surprise. Even with your words, she couldn't believe this news. She walked closer to you and smiled down, then embraced you tightly. "This is wonderful, my love." She kissed your lips softly and smiled again. "We'll have a new life soon, my sweet. Our own son or daughter. It is a blessing." Rhaenyra caressed your cheek and smiled.

She looked at you with a small frown on her face. "Daemon had to go to Dragonstone. He has business to attend to. But he will come back soon." She kissed your forehead and smiled. "Don't worry, my love. We have our time together now." As she looked at you with a worried face, her expression suddenly changed as she gave you a soft hug. "Are you happy? You have given us a beautiful surprise." She smiled "But I am sure he'll be happy to know that." She caressed your cheek lovingly, looking right into your eyes. Your pregnancy was something to celebrate. You sighed but nodded in understanding before smiling softly as you looked up at her sad that you couldn't tell Daemon the news yet but figured that would make it all the more special when you finally could. Kissing Rhaenyra softly on the lips again before shrugging your shoulders "I guess we'll just have to wait then." Going about your day beside the blonde woman until it was late at night and you both got ready for bed together. After dinner, you both head to your bedroom. You were both in your nightgowns. Rhaenyra was still thinking about the good news. She walked closer to you and smiled. "What would you name our son?" She said in a dreamy voice. "I want a name that would befit House Targaryen, but still… beautiful and unique." She leaned closer to you, her lips on your neck, nuzzling it. "What do you think of the name 'Baelor?' I hope Daemon would agree to it as well." She smiled down at you with a hint of worry on her face.

You chuckled as you looked up at her with a smile on your face. "Baelor… that would be a good name for our son. And Daemon would surely love it." You leaned up and placed a gentle touch on your wife's lips. "You know I adore you," you whispered, as you brushed a lock of hair away from her face. "Let us get ready for sleep. Tomorrow, we shall have the whole night." You said with a wink. "What name shall we give our daughter?" You whispered, with the thought on your mind. "Let's see… I think "Alysanne" would be a nice name if we had a daughter." She smiled down at you and looked at your belly, thinking about the baby is growing bigger inside. "My sweet, I think Daemon would be overjoyed and excited to know that we're expecting a child. Our child." She pressed a kiss on your forehead. "Now, let's go to bed. I can't wait to see Daemon and tell him that we will have a child." She chuckled and leaned to kiss you again. "Good night, my love." "We will tell him together." You said with a smile. You placed your lips gently on the nape of her neck and gave it a kiss. "Goodnight, my sweet." You whispered. You rolled onto your side and placed an arm around Rhaenyra, nuzzling up against her chest. As your eyes grew dim, your lips parted. "I love you," you whispered.

"I love you too." She whispered as she gave you one last kiss before cuddling into you. "I can't wait to see Daemon when he gets back, he will be delighted to know the good news." She snuggled into you, and her head rested comfortably on your chest as you both slowly drifted asleep for the night. At some point during the night, you slowly woke up to discomfort and blinked while looking around as you tried turning around and onto your other side only to groan at more pain becoming prominent which led you to sit up as you grabbed at your stomach whining and closing your eyes tightly trying to figure out what was happening as more broken whimpers left past your lips "Please no." After few moments, Rhaenyra finally opened her eyes and rubbed her eyes, trying to get the sleepiness away. Her eyes widen with a look of concern and worry when she heard you, and her eyes scanned the room, trying to see what's wrong. "What is it, my love?" Rhaenyra looked at you and her features softened. "Are you okay? What happened?" She sat up.

You took deep breaths as tears welled up in your eyes before looking over at Rhaenyra, shaking your head as you took hold of her hand "Something hurts Nyra." Grabbing at your stomach more as you bit down on your lower lip then let her start to help you up from the bed only to look up at her when you heard the gasp fall past her lips "What? What's wrong?" You looked down only to let your jaw drop as more tears welled up in your eyes upon seeing the dark red substance before letting your shaky hands grab at your nightgown "What's happening?" You spoke knowing you'd have to go see the maesters right away. Rhaenyra's eyes widened in shock as she gently helped you up, her face turned from worry to horror. She looked at the bed sheet and immediately knew something terrible had happened. In a quick and worried tone, she took your hand and led you out of the room. "Oh, gods," She said worriedly and quickened the pace, walking with you to see the maester. When you both arrived, she knocked on the door and it quickly opened. "A maester, please, at once." She yelled needing them to act in a rushed hurry.

Your eyes still wet with tears and your head hurts with each movement. The maester answered the order that came from the servant who was sent to get him and opened the door. "What happened?" The maester asked, a worried look in his eyes. You looked down at her hands as she felt a sudden rush of weakness with another whine leaving her throat. "The babe?" The maester exclaimed, rushing towards you and Rhaenyra. "My lady, how are you feeling? What happened?" Rhaenyra looked down, still in shock, then looked up at the maester. Her eyes were filled with tears as she held you in her arms protectively. "Please… Save her. She's bleeding inside. There's something wrong with our baby." Her voice was filled with fear, worry, and sadness. "It's… It's been so hard for us. I… I have never felt happier in my life as I did when I knew I was carrying… our baby. And… and now… This…" Rhaenyra looked at you as if remembering when this happened to her, her face etched with tears and sadness as she took your arm and supported your weight as you stumbled and nearly fell down. "I lost our baby." You sobbed, your eyes filled with tears. "I lost our child." "Is she?…" Rhaenyra whispered to the maester and her voice broke on a whimper she couldn't hide the tears as her eyes widened in pain. Her expression became even sad, as she looked at you with worry. "Please, do something."

Looking at Rhaenyra with sorrow, not just for the baby but for her and Dameon. They had been nothing but kind and loving, how cruel must the gods be to rob all three of this baby? Your tears welled up and fell onto your cheeks more than before. "Rhaenyra, my love, I am so sorry," you muttered, as you embraced Rhaeneyra and pressed your head against pillows as you laid down letting the maester look everything over. "I am so sorry." You tried to bury your grief and replaced that emotion with determination even as you kept crying. "We will have another baby." You vowed.

Rhaenyra sniffed and wiped away a tear, still with a look of heartbreak on her face as she looked at you, her eyes slowly welled up with tears again. "You're right. We will." She placed her hand on your cheek. The maester examined you once again, before telling you that you must recuperate and rest. Laying back numbly after learning what happened this not being a first but did nothing to lessen the pain or break in your heart was feeling. You stared up at the ceiling wondering how this came to be but sighed softly as tears welled up in your eyes once more before letting out a broken whisper toward Rhaenyra "Don't tell Daemon…please I can't handle having failed you both or that he's lost another babe." Rhaenyra gently pushed your head back onto the pillow, not liking that you wanted to keep this from Daemon, but knew that she couldn't force you. She brushed some hair away from your face and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. "And, you never failed us, my love… We all failed when we lost our little angel." She said as tears ran down her cheeks. "You know we should…" Her voice trailed off, and she shook her head. She leaned forward to kiss you then gently wiped away your tears."No… I will not tell Daemon. I won't make him suffer with this news." She smiled comfortingly. "Let us just get you in bed for now."

They gave a mixture of herbs to ensure your health and to help you sleep. "Don't worry, my love. We shall soon try again." She smiled gently down then sat beside you and took your hand. She watched how after a few minutes your eyes slowly fell shut before closing her eyes as she took a deep breath collecting herself before making it known to the maester and any servants in the room that this news was not to leave the room and make its way around the realm for all to know. The herbs had worked, as you felt yourself drift off to sleep. It had been a difficult evening, and the mixture of grief, sorrow, and anger had taken its toll. You held Rhaenyra's hand as you drifted off and whispered into your ear. There would be more children to come and the gods would not deny a family as blessed as this love again. Even as the next few days passed by and Daemon was coming back you hadn't moved much from your spot on the bed even making it clear not to say anything to him about what happened as you didn't want to upset him.

As the days passed, Rhaenyra was always by your side, holding your hand as she looked upon you with worry. Daemon's return got nearer. She was nervous and anxious for a chance to tell Daemon about what happened. But she worried that her feelings would make him sad, or worse, angry. And she would hate to see him suffering. Finally, it was the day Daemon returned. Rhaenyra looked at you and smiled while she still gripped your hand tightly. "You should get ready." She said, with a worried look on her face when she looked towards the door. Daemon stood in the yard noticing something was wrong especially due to everyone giving him looks as he passed by but shrugged it off as he was happy to be back to you and Rhaenyra. As he entered the keep, the first thing he saw was Rhaenyra standing with you. Rhaenyra looked worried, which she always did when something was wrong, but this seemed worse. "What is it? Has something happened?" He asked. He approached more into the room looking at both of you only for neither of you to say anything about what happened. Rhaenyra gulped, looking at Daemon. She didn't want to be the one to tell him especially since you had asked her not to say anything. She hoped he would forget about it and everything would return just as normal. But She knew he wouldn't forget. And, she knew there was no chance for this not to affect the family. She took a deep breath and shook her head trying to smile like nothing was wrong. "No darling. There's nothing new, dear." She said gravely, as she squeezed your hand and squeezed it tightly, giving you comfort. Daemon looked at Rhaenyra in confusion and concern as you gave a small smile but started to leave as servants had to help since she was still weak.

She's hiding something, or was trying to hide it, he thought. Rhaenyra always did that when she did not want to tell you or him something. He turned to face Rhaenyra directly after watching you leave the room with help. She has to tell me now was his first thought "Whatever it is that happened, Rhaenyra, you know you can talk to me about it. You can trust me." He smiled at her. He hoped that would be enough to make her tell him what was wrong. Daemon had always been able to read through Rhaenyra's lies and excuses. Even with this sensitive issue, she couldn't help to hide behind a white lie. "I know." She sighed and looked down, trying to gather up the courage to confess the truth to Daemon. She took a deep breath and looked up. "Y/N…" She gulped and tried to look for the right words. "Just isn't feeling well." She winced as it all became real again. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, not wanting Daemon to see her tearing up. Rhaenyra sighed and looked at Daemon. "I'm not sure whether this is my place to tell you, Daemon." Rhaenyra didn't really want to tell Daemon what happened since she didn't want to break his heart. Especially since they just got reunited from Daemon's long trip. "I'll leave it to Y/N to talk to you if that's okay with you?" She hoped Daemon would believe her lie, if not, she would have to tell him. She smiled at Daemon gently.

He raised an eyebrow when Rhaenyra tried to tell him that you simply 'weren't feeling well', he doubted that was the case. But he had to trust Rhaenyra for now, even if he sensed something was wrong. His wives knew when he would not be okay with something and always told him the truth, even if he had to wait a while. He looked at her and smiled. "Aha….Okay, if you insist. I will have a talk with Y/N then." He kissed Rhaenyra's forehead and turned to leave the room. The next few days of trying to ask and understand what happened during his time away, only to keep getting shut out hearing you weren't ready to speak on it yet which caused him to grow annoyed but nod along giving in each time. However, once a full week passed Daemon felt as if he couldn't wait any longer and entered the room quietly as he gently sat down next to you before placing his hand on your shoulder giving you a tender smile before sighing heavily as he softly asked "Something's happened and nobody is telling me anything….Please tell me there is no use in sparing the details because even just seeing how heartbroken over what's happened in you and Nyra I need to know so just please, tell me."

You let Daemon sit beside you. You didn't look at him but you knew he was there. You tried to muster the courage to tell him but felt like you still couldn't do it. The shame felt was too strong and powerful and it took a lot out of you to try to keep from crying. But as you saw how hurt and worried Daemon was, you knew you couldn't delay it any longer. Sighing as you turned to look at Daemon and swallowing hard as you tried to tell him what happened. "… I… I lost the baby." That was all that could be said before you cried. His whole body froze. "What?" He asked, his mind racing with questions to confirm that he'd heard it right, but as soon he saw the tears on your cheeks he knew what you had said. Oh Gods, he thought. No. He felt as though he might faint. How could this have happened? How could this have happened while I was away? Why didn't Rhaenyra say something? He pulled you against himself and held you tightly, not knowing what to say, not even knowing how to feel. He just felt lost. Waiting patiently for you to tell him what exactly had happened in detail if you could. It was obviously something sad, and by the time you finally spoke, you were already crying. After a moment of just sitting there with you, he kissed her forehead gently. "My love, I'm so sorry," he whispered.

You couldn't look at him, as the shame and guilt overwhelmed you. You couldn't bear it if your words hurt Daemon. You felt it was all your fault. You kept staring at the floor, tears in your eyes, breathing steadily so it wouldn't seem that you were crying so hard. Knowing Daemon was also hurting, and you didn't want to be the reason why he would feel grief and pain. "I… I lost the baby… I am so sorry, it's all my fault." You whispered quietly, your voice cracking on the last sentence, sniffing and crying your eyes out, but were comforted by Daemon's strong embrace. You then looked down at your lap, trying to gather yourself, only to bury your head onto Daemon's chest, as you sniffled. "It was in the middle of the night." Finally managing to muster the words. "I woke up and felt that something had happened, There was so much pain. By the time we got to the maester, they told us that my baby had passed away." He listened carefully to everything you were telling him and felt his heart crack every time you got close to tears again. I don't know if I can bear this, I thought. "Y/N, sweetheart, it is not your fault. You can't control things like that." He squeezed you more tightly against him. "I know it is hard to think right now, what you've said is true. But don't blame yourself for this." He tried his best to comfort you as you buried your head against his chest. At that moment, he felt your pain the most and wondered if Laena and Rhaenyra felt just like this when it happened to them.

At Daemon's comforting words, you looked up at him with a weak smile. "Thank you… It is hard to not feel any shame. It was our baby." You sniffled as you continued to lean onto Daemon as he held you close. You looked up at Daemon and wiped away your tears with your sleeves. You hugged Daemon tightly, your smaller frame pressed against his chest. "I'm sorry…" You whispered. "I don't know why.." You sighed heavily. "How will you be able to look at me the same way again?" You suddenly spoke with your voice filled with worry. "Will you not love me anymore..?" Your eyes looked into Daemon's eyes, awaiting in fear of his answer and reaction. He held you tightly, his eyes looking into yours and making sure you understood him perfectly. "And why should I not look at you the same way again? You're still my wife, who I love with all my heart and soul and more. Nothing about you has changed. You're still the same person." He kissed your lips softly, to show his affection. "No, nothing has changed. I will love you the same way." He said to you confidently, hoping to reassure you and make you feel better. He looked into your eyes as he tried to smile, trying his best to comfort you and make you feel loved. He wanted you to know that no matter what happened, you would get through it together. "You are still the same, and the most beautiful person I know," he whispered. "I will love you the same, no matter what, and I'm so sorry for not being here for you when it happened." He caressed your face and slowly leaned in to kiss your lips softly. He felt your body tense up, but it was the best way he could assure you what he was saying was true.

Daemon's kisses made you feel a bit more loved and reassured not just by Rhaenyra, and for that, you were ever thankful. You nodded your head with each word he spoke, wanting him to know that you were listening. You even smiled a tad bit, even though your tears still came streaming down. It was clear you were still very heartbroken, but Daemon's presence made you feel at least a little bit better. As Daemon leaned in to kiss you gingerly again, you hugged him tightly, not even aware if you tightened your hug on him. You were just too happy to see him. After the shared sweet kisses, you looked at Daemon, your tear-filled face showing your love. Your eyes then met his and gave him a faint smile. "Thank you, my love." You looked down at your lap. "And what if I tried again?" You looked back up quickly at Daemon. "Will it… Will it be fine if I tried again to have our children?". He slowly pulled back from the kiss and held you in his arms while sitting next to you. You looked so sad, he couldn't imagine what you were going through. His mind raced with thoughts, Why would the gods torment you so? Your words did catch him off guard but he was glad you said them. "I would love us to try again," he said softly. He caressed your face once more delicately. "We will try again, as many times as you would like, dear," he said while he held your chin. "And we will succeed in having children one day."

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misguidedasgardian · 11 months

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The Dragon's Mistress (10)

10. Mistress

MASTERLIST

Summary: Every actions has its reasons, and its consequences

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader, Aemond Targaryen x Floris Baratheon

Warnings: cursing, mentions of war, mentions of death, humiliation, use of the word bastard and traitor, incest, technically cheating, groping, nakedness, might miss some warnings

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 2.5 k

Notes: Yes, I did feel pressured to post this sooner, that is why is shorter… :( and no, I did not like what I’ve been feeling the last hours…

Lord Borros Baratheon had his niece

That is what occupied Aemond’s mind as he saw you abandoning the throne room with tears in your eyes and whimpers in your mouth

That uncultured swine had his niece Jahaera

He “rescued her” when Rhaenyra had taken the capital and Alicent send her and Maelor away to Old Town, the children never got to the city, but they were stopped along the way, and eventually some baratheon soldiers rescue them from a mob, Maelor didn’t make it, but Jahaera did. And Borros he let it clear that he was not going to return her to her family in King’s Landing if he didn’t marry his daughter

He told himself that it didn’t matter if he did, with you, he already had you, tainted you, fucked you, put his seed on you, you were probably with his child in your belly, but he, as king, could legitimize all the children you were going to have, and Floris? he could bed her and gave her moon tea in the morning after without her even releasing it

You were going to be the mother of the future King of the seven Kingdoms, he had no doubt in his mind about it, and once he had his darling niece in his arms again, he was going to kill Borros and his entire line for even daring to threaten them.

He couldn’t chase after you right now, this was his first appearance as clear future King of the Seven Kingdoms, so he couldn’t just run like a fifteen year old behind his love.

So he sucked it up, grabbed the bony hand of Floris Baratheon, and presented her to the entire court in the middle of applause and cheers.

She was not an ugly woman, she had her charm, she was the youngest of Borros’ daughters, the same age as him, she had beautiful dark brown locks, and hazelnut colored eyes shaped like almonds. She was the one he had chosen that night three years ago in Storm’s End, the one he never got to marry, well, not until today.

His body was burning with the need to search for you, but sadly he couldn’t, not yet, and he also wante to smack the smile out of Borros’ face

His mother also seemed sickenly pleased, she had come to him the night before, asking him to leave you and marry Floris, when he didn’t budge she had to confess Borros had Jahaera. That is when he knew he had no choice, but he made his mother budge too, she was not going to betroth you to anybody else, she was not going to send you away.

She was going to him to keep you as his mistress.

Lord Borros was not happy about it, and he made it clear that he was not going to return Jahaera until after the wedding and bedding ceremony, Aemond was fuming, but he had to comply, that little girl is the only family he had left, the last reminding of his gentle sister, and his last full-blooded niece.

This was the most important day in his life, and the only thing he wanted to do was to run to your room and held you in his arms, tell you everything was going to be alright, tell you he didn’t meant to break his promise, that he meant it every time he said that you were going to be his Queen

But he was tied by the hands

He had to get his little niece back

When the ceremony was over, he bowed but only to his betrothed, kissing her hand and making her blush, he nodded to his mother and to Borros, and then he abandoned the hall under his mother’s worried gaze

He finally went to find you.

it broke his heart to find you cuddled in your bed, crying

As soon as you heard him come in you raised from the bed, wiping your tears

“My King”, you greeted and under other circumstances, his heart would have roared with happiness, but know he only felt bitter. You sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at him, you thought you saw sorrow in his eyes, but you were probably just imagining things

“My love”

“Please, I have to ask you do not call me that”, you hated yourself for how weak your voice sounded

“That is what you are”, he said, but you only shook your head

“I’m not”, you said, he sat by your side on the bed, leaning over you, trying to comfort you

“My love will always belong to you”, he whispered in your ear as he caressed your hair, “I have to marry her for political purposes, nothing else”

“You humiliate me”, you whimpered, tears running down your cheeks

“I know this is not what I promised”, he said, “but there is an important reason, you have to believe me”, you only looked down to the floor, “but we will be together”, you then looked at him wide eyed, fresh tears forming in your eyes, “being a King’s Mistress is a post of great importance”, he muttered, “and I will legitimize all the children that we will have”

“You told me you were going to marry me”, you whined, “I gave you my body… I let you do whatever you pleased with me”

“You will be respected, and cared for, you will be treated like a princess again”, he continued his bargain, and you only whimpered, placing your hand over your heart, because it hurt

“Please don’t do this to me”, you pleaded

“Nothing will change, you will be respected, your son will be King one day”

“No he won’t”, you whined, “he will only be a bastard”

“No”, he said, you wiped your tears, angry with yourself for being so bloody weak

“What if I don’t want to?”, to your question his face hardened, and it made you tremble, “you won’t marry me, but you won’t let me marry anyone else, can I please go back to Dragonstone?”, you asked with hope in your teary eyes, but you could tell he was keeping himself in check not to burst in anger

“Everyone knows that I fuck you”, he said in a manner so mean, you whined, “you are going to be my mistress and embrace it, or you are going to be only my whore”, he spitted out, “you have one day to come around”, he said, he stood up from the bed and abandoned the room, and you along the way

What was more pathetic than to cry because a man that abused you and killed your family wouldn’t marry you?

You couldn’t come out with an answer to that question

You had made up your mind that this was what you had to do to make everything worth it, but it was snatched from under your feet like a carpet and now you were landing flat on your face, again.

You whined, as you were hurting in your chest

“You are a Targaryen”, resounded the voice of your mother in your head, “That is all that matters”

“Dragons are fire made flesh, and Targaryens are dragons made men”, said Daemon

“You must be strong”, said Jacaerys

“I CAN’T!”, you screamed wanting all the voices inside your head to disappear, “I’m none of those things”, you whispered sadly

Aemond was not angry, he was frustrated

He understand you would be disappointed that you were not going to marry him, but he never thought you would have want to leave back to Dragonstone

That is what frustrated him the most

He naively thought that you would want to stay here no matter what

“You will never have her heart”, Alys once said, and he growled when he head her voice as clearly as she was whispering in his ear

The new appointed small council had gathered and he was supposed to be there, once he got there, everybody as there already

Tyland Lannister

Borros

Even his mother even though she didn’t have a clear post in it, but being mother to the King and the Regent as well

“My King”, she greeted, pleased as she saw him enter the room

“We were discussing dates for the marriage ceremony”, said Borros, so pleased with himself that Aemon wanted to punch him in the face

“I think is insensitive… to marry while my brother the King is dying”

“Aemond, I’m aware, but…”

“Marriage, celebrations, are for the living boy”, said Borros, and Aemond’s jaw was was ticking

“In a fortnight”, Alicent offered, and Aemond nodded

“Being considerate of the current climate all over the seven Kingdoms, it is going to be a sober affair”, Aemond said, and he didn’t want to budge on that

“Of course my king”, said Borros

“Ravens will be send communicating everyone of the marriage, but only a few of the most important families will be invited”, said Alicent

“What about the girl?”, asked Borros, and Aemond looked at him

“What girl?”, he threatened

“Rhaenyra’s last daughter”, he said, “is she your whore?”, Aemond looked at him, a silent warning in his eye

“She is not a whore”, he growled

“You bedded her, you are bedding her…”, the man continued, an the entire council got quiet, waiting for the answer of their King Regent

“But I’m marrying your daughter”, he said with a sharp voice

“You must understand that it is my daughter who will carry the heirs to the throne”, he said with a warning of his own on his lips, Aemond looked at him like he wanted to kill him, which he did

“And you must understand that I’m marrying her”, he said, “instead of the princess”, Borros looked into his eye, trying to intimidate him, but it didn’t work

“Very well”, he conceded

He was not going to yield to anything else, he couldn’t, he owed it to you. The meeting went long, they started talking about things related to the realms, and that took him the rest of the day.

When it was finally done, the only thing he wanted to do was to see you. .

He found you still in your room, more calmed than when he left you, when you hear him come in you stood up from your place in front of the hearth and bowed

“My king”, you greeted, with the voice of a little bird instead of a human

“My love”, you flinched when he called you that, but you couldn’t see his reaction as you still looked down to the floor, not daring to look at him in the eyes

“How was your day?”, you asked, adapted a demeanor similar to the one you had learned to have in Dragonstone, like the one of a personal servant, a handmaid. You didn't really gave a shit, but you had to be cordial

“I just had a very long meeting”, he thought it best to keep you away from the details of his marriage to Floris Baratheon

“I am sorry”, you wanted him to leave, but you were nobody to kick the King Regent out of the rooms of his own castle.

He walked until he had you at arms reach, and he caressed your upper arms gently

“Don’t you wish we could take a long bath like we did in Dragonstone?”, he offered, you looked at him, and the coldness in your eyes made him shiver, even though he didn’t show it

“We can do anything you like, my king”, you said, again, your voice so low, so insignificant it squeezed his heart, and he, again, was starting to get frustrated

“Very well”, he had the maids prepare the bath, and when you were alone in the bathroom, he helped you out of your dress, you just let him, he then undid the braids in your hair and removed your jewelry.

You then undressed him, and even appreciated when he didn’t make you touch him

He help you into the bath, and he got in with you

The bathtub was bigger than the one in Dragonstone, you both fit perfectly together. He grabbed the sponge and started to rub your shoulders and your upper arms, he had a fixation with that part of your body you noticed.

You let yourself be handled by him, touched by him

“I love your hair”, he whispered to your ear, and if you haven't been crying for most part of the day, you would have laughed. You had the same color as him

“Thank you, my king”

“please”, it sounded like he was begging, “call me Aemond”, he sounded pitiful

“As you wish, Aemond”, you whispered. He kissed your shoulder softly, gently, as he fingers greedily caressed your back and your body, of course he wanted you, and now it was your job as his mistress to please him in that way

So you leaned back and let him touch you and kiss you

He couldn’t see you, but bitter tears fell down your eyes, but you managed to not make a sound

Luckily he noticed how tense you were, so he didn’t push you, instead he just helped you get out of the tub, he help you dry and then put on your night dress

“I should be doing this things to you my prince”, you offered, even though you didn’t have the strength to do it

“It is alright”, he got you into bed and then followed you, holding you in his arms, you appreciated the comfort, you just wished it came from someone else rather than him

“I’m very sorry”, he whispered in your ear

“You don’t don’t have to be, Aemond”, you whispered

“But I am”, he insisted, “believe me, I was forced into this”

“You don’t have to give me any explanations”, you sai, broken

“But I do”

“Please My King”

“Call me Aemond”

“I don’t feel comfortable, please, just.. let me call you my king”, you insisted, he sighed loudly, but didn’t refuse you

“I want you to call me by my name”

“But is not proper”, you said, “I am not going to be your wife”, his breathing hitched

“Call me your King then”, he relented, his fingers never stopped caressing your arm

You were lucky he wasn’t making you look at him in the day, he was comfortable with only spoon you

“I will sleep with you every night”, he promised

“You wife won’t be happy with that”, you observed

“I don’t give care”, he said

“Please, don’t make this more difficult that is has to be”, you begged him, the last thing you needed was to make enemies with the new Queen

“You can tell her that”, you didn’t press it

Did you even believe him? that someone made him do it? you believed no one could make him do anything, but again, he sounded so sincere when he said he was going to marry you.

Anyways, you were feeling so terribly every breath you took hurts.

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asumofwords · 1 year

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Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: Depiction of wounds on feet, details of gore.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: If Aemond showed up into my room all feral.... I would simply drop to my knees. Yes sir, what do you need sir? I am a simp 8 days a week.

Chapter 7: Little Dragon

The door shut with thud, and a whoosh of air slipped past your lips that you had been holding. Your hand came up to gently touch the skin beneath your eye.

He had not maimed you. Aemond had taunted you instead. His intimidation causing you to chew your lips raw. You gulped in air, bringing your hand down to look at it, only the smallest pinprick of blood sat on your finger.

You stumbled back, the adrenaline from the evening slowly dwindling and fatigue from the night rapidly growing. Your feet throbbed and head strummed as you stumbled on your feet. Your vision swam as you moved.

Limping over to the arm chair you dropped into the seat holding your head in your hands. Why did he leave you unharmed? What did he want now? Was this all just a game? How did he get into your chambers?

The knight would have let him in, or at least known he was in there. This meant that Aemond could come back into your chambers at any time or moment, his unknown intentions causing you to become frantic.

You felt bile rise in your throat as your stomach turned in knots. Would he return back into your chambers when you slept? How long had he been watching you? Do you tell your parents? Or would the news create more tension and divide?

You felt your head spin from all the thoughts that raced into your head.

The doors opened suddenly and you let out a small shriek, Aella and Saria standing at the door in shock.

“Are you alright my lady?” Aella asked in a hushed voice, eyes scanning the room beofre looking down towards the small bloodied footprints that were littered across the floor.

You blinked. Were you? How could this be okay? What could you even say to her question, for you did not even know yourself. You looked to the girls blinking, yet not finding the words to respond.

Aella and Saria slowly walked over, bringing a small footstool with them and two bowls. Saria picked up one foot and rested it on the wooden stool, sucking in a sharp breath,

“Have the Knight fetch milk of the poppy.” She rushed, turning to Aella.

“No. I don’t wish to sleep.” You quickly spoke.

“Your grace you must sleep” Aella insisted.

“I will not.” Your tongue sharp from stress and pain.

Aella bowed her head and began to sit on her hands and knees, slowly wiping the floor with a wet cloth, cleaning the blood away from the tiles with each swipe. You watched as streaks of blood moved across the tile back and forth, her hands dipping them back into the bowl before rinsing, wringing and wiping again.

Saria was quiet as she gently washed your feet, pouring water over the soles to clear the clotting blood, shards of glass becoming visible as they were embedded in your flesh.

“We may need the Maester, these wounds look deep, Princess.”

“No Maester. I do not trust the snakes in this keep.” You sneered.

Saria became concerned, having slowed her movements on your feet. Then turning to face Aella, she murmured for her to collect the items whilst she tended to your feet.

“Boil some water, bring it up as fast as you can. Go down to the Maesters quarters, collect what we need, needle, thread, you will know the rest.” Saria spoke, still looking down at your feet, inspecting them as she turned them gently in her hand to show Aella, who looked pale looking at the gashes.

Aella stood quickly, moving to leave your chambers.

“Wait,” You stopped her, “You can’t let anyone see you. If you are caught, say that Saria has hurt herself.”

You were to keep this quiet, the risk of exposing Aemonds behaviour would lead to a war, your father would demand his head. Showing your wounds to the vultures that circle your Grandsire would only show weakness.

Only Aemond would know of your injury.

Aella nodded and slipped out the door quietly, returning a short while later with the boiling water and a large copper bowl. Kneeling next to Saria, she placed the bowl near the stool, placing the needle and tweezers inside. The older girl dipped a cloth into the steaming water.

Her slender fingers sunk into the boiling water, her face scrunched slightly at the sting. You leant forward to prevent her from doing it again but she gave you a reassuring smile.

Saria began to softly dab at your feet again, the burning hot cloth sending searing pain up into your cuts. Gritting your teeth you hissed, and Aella grabbed your hand gently, allowing you to squeeze it.

Saria started on your left foot first, a large chunk of jagged glass sat deep inside the heel, sticking out at an odd angle, as blood began to ooze out of the would slowly. Grabbing the tweezers, she stuck the long points into your open wound.

You sucked in a shaking breath as you whined, peeling the odd sensation of the tweezers sliding up against the glass. Slowly she pinched the shard of glass, tweezers slipping slightly as she pulled the shard out. The sharp edges sliced through your flesh as she pulled it free, agony ripping up through your foot.

Blood dribbled down your heel and onto the stool, dripping thickly onto the floor beneath it. Saria moved onto a smaller shard next to that and then two more small pieces. All whilst you let silent tears fall down your cheeks.

Going back with the cloth she gently wiped the new blood away and held your foot up higher, the gentle wipes of the cloth causing a stinging, irritating pain to crawl through your feet. You grit your teeth and grunted.

“You’re doing so well Princess.” She praised, looking up at you as she did, eyes kind.

“Ha,” You scoffed, huffing a breath out blowing a small strand of hair away from your face, “I am crying like a child.”

“Not at all your grace, the feet are sensitive, and the wounds are quite deep.” Aella chimed in, smiling gently at you as she went back to scrubbing the blood off of the floors. She looked more comfortable looking at the floors rather than your feet.

Lifting a hand to roughly wipe the tears from your face you took a deep breath in.

“Right. Let's finish.”

Saria nodded, grabbing the needle from the bowl and threading it gently, resting your heel back onto the stool in the process. She looked up at you for confirmation as you nodded back, looking at the fireplace which slowly licked against a new log that had been placed on top.

You felt a pulling popping sensation as the first part of the curved needle penetrated your flesh, the sharp pain spreading to your toes. You ground your teeth together, clenching your jaw as she pulled the thread through the wound, the strange feeling making your skin crawl. You sniffed and continued to look into the flames.

After finally sewing the large cuts in your left foot, she then began on the right. There were no large gashes that needed to be stitched, but Saria still had the task of painstakingly pulling out the smaller shards of glass, gently wiping the foot clean in the process.

The water in the bowl beside her had turned a soft pink by the time she had finished. The girl rinsed her hands, wiping them with a cloth to get the off blood. She reached to her side once more, long cream bandage strips were bundles tightly in a ball.

Saria unravelled the bandages slowly, wrapping it around each foot methodically, making sure that each bandage was sufficiently tight and protective of the open cuts. Soon both feet were wrapped tightly, the pressure of the bandages causing your feet to throb with your pulse.

Saria once finished collected the items around her, placing them into the bowl of water, wiping the stool clean of blood. Aella finished scrubbing the floor and began to help tidy with Saria.

Releasing a breath you leant your head back and sighed, closing your eyes, listening as the girls moved about you. Deep steady breaths. Do not think of the pulsating fire in your feet. Do not think of how Aemond looked as he held the blade to your face, or how it felt to have him so close to you. Do not think. This was your new mantra.

Do not think. Do not think. Do not think.

“Would you like help to the bed, Princess?” Saria enquired, appearing in front of you.

“No, I wish to stay up.” You replied, fatigue heavy in your voice.

Saria and Aella bowed and began to collect their belongings, quietly slipping out the room to leave you with the storm that brewed inside of you.

Do not think. Do not think. Do not think.

Your feet throbbed and your throat felt raw. Your entire body felt heavy, but the fear he would return once you closed your eyes kept you awake.

So you sat up straighter and looked out at the storm.

Do not think. Do not think. Do not think.

Do not think of Aemond. Do not think of how it would feel to twist a blade into his throat. Do not think of the evenings events. Do not think of tomorrow. Do not think of taking Aemonds only eye for your own. Do not think of gifting it to your mother. Do not think of his lips. Do not think of how he devoured you with his gaze. Do not think.

So instead, you recited a song that your father Daemon would sing to you often, a song made for dragons and those with their blood.

“Drakari pykiros, Tīkummo jemiros, Yn lantyz bartossa, Saelot vāedis,”

(Fire breather, Winged leader, But two heads, To a third sing)

You rolled your head back to stared at the ceiling, breathing in deeply as you continued,

“Hen ñuhā elēnī : Perzyssy vestretis, Se gēlȳn irūdaks, Ānogrose, Perzyro udrȳssi, Ezīmptos laehossi, Hārossa letagon”

(From my voice: The fires have spoken, And the price has been paid, With blood magic, With words of flame, With clear eyes, To bind the three)

You paused shutting your eyes once more letting your head slump against the wing of the chair.

Do not think. Do not think. Do not think.

“Aōt vāedan, Hae mērot gierūli, Se hāros bartossi, Prūmȳsa sōvīli, Gevī dāerī.”

(To you I sing, As one we gather, And with three heads, We shall fly as we were destined, Beautifully, freely.)

You sighed, finishing the song, before starting once more.

Do not think. Do not think. Do not think.

You continued to sing until the sky changed from a dark grey to a warm blush, the sun rising higher in the sky, the storm having moved on during the night. The pain from your feet ached up into your legs and your lips were swollen and raw from biting them.

You watched as the sky turned a beautiful red, to soft warm yellows, then finally to a striking blue. Voices could be heard from outside as people began their day, the birds whistled their morning song and you did not think.

However, the day break brought a new warnin.

Another yet to come.

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valaenatargaryensdragon · 1 year

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Can u please do a fic where reader is the only surging member of team black and she is the the bastard daughter of rhaenyra and daemon (the middle child between jace and luke) and aegon the only survive of team green so bc he is the king he forced her to marry him bc the realm need stability. Maybe a bit dark at the beginning bc he is obsessed with her but then with time they started build feeling for each other. It's a bit dark but i would like you to write this if u like the idea❤️

A/N: I hope you like it!

pairing: Dark!Aegon Targaryen x Niece!Reader

summary: reader is the only surviving member of team black and she is the the bastard daughter of Rhaenyra and daemon (the middle child between Jace and Luke) and Aegon the only surviving member of team green so because he is the king he forced her to marry him because the realm needed stability. Maybe a bit dark at the beginning bc he is obsessed with her but then with time they started build feeling for each other.

Word count: 2,4K

Warnings: Angst, fluff

"What is the long face for, dear niece?" Aegon leaned closer to you to whisper. You scrunched your face in disgust when a whiff of his smell hit you, it was a mix between wine and his cologne of something that made you feel nauseas.

"What do you think?" You did not even bother addressing him with any titles, neither official or familial. Aegon took a sip of his wine before placing the cup on the table again and moved closer to you.

"Smile niece, tis your wedding after all" He reminded. He reached over grasping your hand tightly in his, not giving you space to pull away, he pulled your hand over to his lips placing a chaste kiss to your knuckles. You snapped your hand back forcefully wiping whatever spit remained on your knuckles on your dress.

"My lips shall never smile, especially in your presence" You hissed glaring at him. You will never forget how he laughed as Sunfyre ate your mother, you will never forget how he himself held you in place with an arm around your waist and another was choking you as you tried to help her. You will never forget how he forced your brother Aegon to watch and then sent him to be locked in his chambers where he remained until recently. You had an inkling that he also had a hand in Aegon's death but could not voice it, you had no proof and they announced he was sick.

"When your lord husband demands something, you will give it" He grabbed your chin making sure to dig his nails into your flesh. You pushed his hand away, pushing your chair back you stood up. The sound of people laughing in the background made you want to kill. The sound of the music gave you a headache and the dancing made you dizzy, how could these people celebrate the deaths of your family? how could they celebrate the death of children?

"Do not ever touch me ever again you cunt" You growled pointing a finger at him. Aegon laughed as if you told him the funniest joke. He pushed his chair back and stood up to face you too wiping his tears of laughter away. He was acting as if his mother, brothers and sister did not die in this war as well. Was he so heartless?

"You forget niece, as your husband I have a right to you, I have a right to your body" His words made your blood run cold but you remained standing in front of him. He reached up to touch your cheek almost gently until he dug his fingertips into the nail marks he left earlier.

"I own you" He whispered. You gulped but found the strength to push his hand away from you. Aegon chuckled darkly before turning to the people at the feast and announced, "My bride and I shall retire for the night" his announcement was met with loud cheering and clap with some wolf whistles from the disgusting men.

"If you think I will let you touch you are mistaken" You hissed as he grabbed your wrist to drag you out of the room. You struggled against his grip but nothing worked. He pulled you to his own chambers and pushed you inside. He locked the doors tightly so no one can help you and you won't be able to escape.

"You will be begging me to touch you, sweet niece" Aegon taunted. He moved to step closer to you but you moved away. You moved as far away from the bed as possible. Aegon followed with a maddened smirk on his face.

"I would rather die" You pushed a table to throw him off. He raised his foot and planted it down on the table making it stop inches away from him. He leaned down on his knee atop the table smirking.

"You die when I allow you to die and as your king I demand you do your wifely duties" Your eyes watered with fear and humiliation. None of this was supposed to happen, you were supposed to marry you older brother Jace and rule this kingdom side by side after your mother.

"Never" You shook your head from side to side. Your blonde locks moved along with your head. You were a known bastard of both your parents, everyone knew it as a fact and not a rumour like your brothers. You were born from a night of passion during a visit your father made during his stay in Essos with his lady wife Laena.

"I would rather burn myself than let filth like you come near me" The first tear rolled down your cheek. Aegon laughed standing up straight again and pushed the low table to the side. He stalked over to you and you moved back with each muscle trembling with dear. Your back made contact with the balcony door still closed.

"Me filth? I am not the bastard here, niece" Aegon raised a hand to touch your cheek when he was close enough to you. You reached a hand behind you trying the handle of the door and found it unlocked so you pushed it down stumbling back on the balcony. Aegon watched with shock.

You moved to the railing of the balcony and moved to climb it until you were stood on it, it was made of stone like the rest of the castle. You turned to face Aegon you was shaking his head to get rid of his shock. His face morphed into one of horror. He walked out onto the balcony attempting to save you.

"Do not come any closer" You warned him, holding one hand up to signal him to stop. Aegon froze in his spot also raising both his hands, they were shaking with fear.

"Come down" He ordered. His voice sounded like it was trembling, unlike when he spoke to you earlier, with confidence and authority.

"If you come any closer I will throw myself off" You threatened. His room was not on the ground and instead it was in the tower where the entire royal family resided, the family that had three members left of it, you two and Jaehaera, poor Jaehaera who lost her mother and two brothers, one which was her twin and she had to watch as Blood and Cheese ripped his head from his body. You never really forgave your father from such tyranny but in grief for your brother Lucaerys you never voiced your dislike of the mater.

"Come down ... please" He begged. His whole body was shaking as flashbacks ran through his head. He may have not loved his sister-wife but she was still his sister. It was like history was repeating itself with you stood where she once stood.

"Back away" You hissed. Tears streaked down your face, tears of anger, how dare he feel sad? How dare he feel fear? He was a tyrant who killed your family. He killed your mother and brothers!

"I'll back away b-but come down first" Now looking closely you saw tears streaming down his round cheeks. You gulped remembering your aunt Helaena, you had forgotten about her and her end. You felt a little guilty making him relieve this traumatic event but then you remembered your mother and the guilt was gone.

"I'll come down if you walk step away" You bargained. Aegon took a deep shaking breath, nodding his head he took two steps back. Seeing that wasn't enough for you he took two more now being inside of the room again. With shaking hands you guided yourself back down to stand on solid ground but kept yourself close to the railing.

"Leave the room or I will climb up again and throw myself off" You threatened. Aegon's showed a third emotion that sadness and fear, it showed anger. He huffed angrily and kicked a close by chair making you jump a little.

"You little fucker" He hissed composing himself again. Nonetheless he made his way out of the room leaving you alone in his room. He did not leave because of your threat, he left because he could no longer bare looking at you. Seeing you so broken and then the stunt you pulled, you looked so much like Helaena, maddened with grief and tears of despair running down your face. Aegon made his way to the nursery where his only remaining child slept peacefully, Jaehaera who snored away in the night not knowing what happened.

That night you slept in your wedding dress on Aegon's bed fearing changing into anything else if he were to return, you wedding gown had too much layers to buy you time to escape him. When you woke up again there was a maid in the room preparing you a bath as another fixed the table for you to eat breakfast. They said Aegon had sent them which made you uneasy to eat so you forced one of them to eat a little from everything before you, she left the room crying and trembling with fear.

Aegon was furious with the situation but refrained himself from going to you. You locked yourself in the room afraid of leaving. You were slowly growing mad with loneliness so after two weeks you finally left the room with a black gown on. The people that saw you walk by began to whisper at the sight of you looking like death, hair untamed and face sullen with dark circles under your eyes from the nightmare, you had lost a lost of weight as well leaving the dress to look loose on you.

You walked through the halls remembering the way to the gardens as if it was yesterday you still lived here with your family. Your body froze once you saw Aegon laughing a few feet away. With the full intend to return to his chambers you turned around but stopped at the sound of a child's voice yelling "Kepa! Come catch me" Father. You turned around feeling tears build up in your eyes.

A small head of blonde locks matching your own and Aegon's zoomed in front of him. Aegon grinned cheekily and moved to follow little Jaehaera making small roars like a dragon not caring who saw or heard. Jaehaera was heading in your direction and before your could move she crashed against your legs falling back on her bottom. She looked up at you as tears welled up in her purple eyes. Aegon froze a couple of feet away from her at the sight of you, you looked like a ghost. You crouched down in front of her much to his horror, will you hurt his little girl? You were not that heartless to take her away from him as well, were you?

"Are you alright?" Your voice sounded hoarse from the lack of use. You held your hand out to the little girl of five. She sniffled rubbing her left eye but reached her other hand to grab yours and pulled herself to her feet again.

"My bottom hurts" She whimpered. You smiled a tiny smile, genuine nonetheless. Your other hand moved back to rub at her sore bottom to ease the pain away.

"Is that better?" You questioned. She nodded her head and moved to take a step closer to you. One of her small hands reached to grab a lock of your hair and looked at it with wonder.

"You have hair like my muña, did you know her?" Mother. She pointed out. Her question that followed broke your heart. At least the remembered her mother, even a singular memory would be enough, it was enough for you.

"Yes, Helaena was a beautiful woman" You answered. Aegon sighed in relief seeing you so calm and collected in front of his child. He finally stepped closer to you two and placed both his hands on jaehaera's shoulders.

"Kepa says muña is with Jaehaerys and Maelor now" Father, mother. She whispered sadly. You placed a hand on her cheek trying to comfort her.

"I am sure your mother is saddened to leave you as well" You leaned closer to place a kiss on her blushing cheek. She smiled sadly at you rocking back and forth on the heels of her feet.

"Will you play with me like she used to?" She asked tilting her head to the side. Aegon held his breath watching your reaction. You gave no reaction at first before nodding with a smile. She giggled pulling you in for a hug before running back to where she and Aegon were earlier and began running in circles singing a children's song.

"Thank you" Aegon broke the silence that fell between you two. He held out a hand to assist you back to your feet. He did not expect you to take the help but you surprised him by accepting the hand and let him help you back to your feet.

"It was no bother" You nodded. You turned to watch the now happy little girl giggle to herself as she sang and played alone. Still she looked so lonely, all alone when she used to have two brothers.

"At least she's happy" Aegon sighed deeply. That was mattered to him now, the light of his life was happy.

"Yes" You agreed, nodding your head. You jumped when you felt Aegon slid his hand into yours. You turned to look at him, scold him and yell at him but froze when you saw him looking at your with tears in his eyes.

"I am sorry" He whispered. You gulped not knowing what to say. Was he sorry for the way he treated you? Or was it because he killed your mother? Or for the war? Instead of answering you pulled him in for a hug, in the middle of the garden where anyone could see. He sighed in relief wrapping both his arms around your waist holding you tightly to him. You placed a kiss on his cheek as you moved back to look at him.

"Will you at least try to make this work?" he asked. You looked between his violet eyes, searching for an ill intention, not like there was anything worse that could happen.

"Yes" You responded. He smiled gently and leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss, gentle and sweet, a beginning to a new life for the three of you, Aegon, Jaehaera and you.

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Two Princesses - Chapter Five: Actions.

Word Count: 1,9K

Warning: swearing, arranged marriage, mention of death.

130 A.C

King's Landing

The plan was to leave King's Landing the next day, but with the King's request, Ariella needed to talk to Rhaenyra early in the morning, before they left.

When morning came, she woke up a little early and got ready with the help of her maid, then hurriedly walked to Rhaenyra's chambers. When she was allowed to enter, she saw one of her sister's maids with an expression of anguish on her face.

She understood what was happening when Rhaenyra dismissed the maids in a tearful voice. She approached her sister at the window and could see the tears streaming silently down her ethereal face.

Before she could say anything, Rhaenyra held her hand tightly and breathed in heavily.

"I love my children more than anything, I can't bear to see them being victims of accusations like the ones that happened yesterday." she began, frowning in sadness. "My children are my heirs, I have fulfilled my duties, I have produced heirs to the throne..."

"I know, Rhaenyra." Ariella squeezed her hand a little.

"Laenor and I tried..."

"I know, I know all this." she saw her sister turn to face her.

"No matter what I do, it's never enough for these people." Rhaenyra sighed.

"It's enough for our father, you know that. He loves your boys, he recognizes Jacaerys as your heir." she tried to calm her older sister.

Rhaenyra was silent and the tears gradually stopped flowing, she wiped them away gracefully and completely turned her body towards her younger sister.

"Are your belongings ready yet? We're leaving in a few hours."

Ariella swallowed and let go of her hand, walking towards the fireplace. Rhaenyra frowned at her sister's sudden actions.

"Rhaenyra, I cannot leave King's Landing."

"What? What are you talking about?"

"I need to discuss a delicate matter with you now. And you need to stay calm and support me, like I have supported you all these years." Ariella took a deep breath.

"I'm getting scared, I admit. What is this about?" Rhaenyra remained by the window as she stared at her sister.

"I'm going to marry Aemond, apparently. Our father desires this and I cannot oppose it.”

She let out her breath and started looking at the fireplace, afraid of Rhaenyra's response. A few minutes passed before Rhaenyra responded.

"You won't do that."

"It is the king's wish, Rhaenyra. I can't oppose what he wants."

"This kid insults my kids every chance he gets. You know what he thinks about bastardy, he's already made that clear in front of everyone." Rhaenyra continued.

"You're making it sound like I'm the one who asked for his hand. I had no choice in this, you should know by now, you also got married against your will."

"They are different situations, you don't need to get married, you are not an heir."

Ariella rolled her eyes and looked at her sister.

"Thank you for reminding me of my position at court, Rhaenyra, I was already forgetting."

"Do you know what will happen? This wedding will make you stay in King's Landing, close to Alicent and the snake pit she turned this place into. Our father is giving her what she wants without even realizing it." Rhaenyra continued.

"I very much doubt that Alicent or the people at court would want to see Aemond married to a bastard."

"What is the purpose of this union, then? You can’t even give him children.”

Ariella felt the blood drain from her body and her stomach bubble. She stared at Rhaenyra in silence, without blinking. She swallowed hard as she saw Rhaenyra's expression change.

"I was stressed by this conversation, I didn't mean to-"

"I will remain in King's Landing. Have a safe trip back.”

She turned and left her sister's chambers.

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Ariella saw when Rhaenyra's family carriage and dragons left, she felt her heart sink and sighed.

The day passed quickly and dinner time approached. She was going to have dinner in her room but was informed that the King required the presence of the entire family at the table. Sighing she got ready and walked unwillingly to the dining room.

When she entered, she saw that everyone was already there. The queen and king were sitting in the center of the table, Otto sitting on Alicent's right, his half-brothers sitting facing them. There were empty chairs in several places at the table, she bowed to the king and walked to the chair next to Helaena, but her father stopped her.

"No, darling, sit here." he nodded to the empty chair to his left.

She saw Alicent's expression darken a little, but then return to normal. She walked over and gave her father a peck on the cheek before sitting down.

Viserys got up from his chair with Alicent's help and picked up the wine glass, followed by the others.

"A part of our family has returned to our ancestral home, but I am still happy to be able to reunite with everyone again. Tonight, I have an announcement that gladdens my heart." he paused to breathe loudly. "Two of my children are married to each other, as is the tradition of our house, and once again that tradition will come true, once again my children are getting married. I raise my glass to the future union of Aemond and Ariella, my dear children."

She saw everyone at the table have different reactions at the same time. Alicent's face showed discontent, but she soon smiled tenderly, Otto remained silent and looked a little surprised at the king, Helaena clapped her hands and Aegon raised his eyebrows, laughing a little. She turned her face to look at Aemond and he looked genuinely surprised, but not unpleasantly surprised.

"Details about this union will be discussed behind closed doors, and with discretion. My word is the last and must not be challenged." the king spoke again, this time in a serious voice.

The rest of the dinner was silent and soon ended. Ariella returned to her chambers but was informed that the queen requested her presence. She rolled her eyes at that, if Alicent wanted to talk to her, why didn't she talk during dinner? Now she would have to walk to the other side of the Keep.

The servant informed her that the queen was waiting for her in the library, she raised her eyebrow but thanked the young girl who soon left.

Upon entering the library, she was surprised to see Aemond present in the room, who smiled when she saw her approaching.

"Your Grace." she bowed a little.

Alicent approached her and hugged her tightly, with a smile on her face.

"My dear, who would have thought. My friend and stepdaughter will become my son's wife."

Ariella forced a smile and looked away.

"It is truly a surprise, your grace."

"You're the right choice, I'm sure. Someone honorable and intelligent, yes, yes, it's perfect." she continued smiling as she caressed Ariella's arms. "I think your father has already spoken to you about the issue of heirs, right?"

"Indeed, your majesty."

Alicent sighed in relief.

"Great, I'll let you and Aemond talk, the future bride and groom should get to know each other." she said goodbye and left, slamming the door behind her.

Aemond was sitting in one of the golden lounge chairs near a large fireplace. Ariella sat opposite him, on the other lounge chair, which was separated by a small coffee table.

She started to look at Aemond, waiting for him to say something.

"So you already knew." he began.

"In fact, I was informed last night."

"A privilege I didn't have." he continued.

She looked down at her hands and began to play with the fabric of her dress skirt.

"Are you pleased that they chose me to be your husband?" Aemond began again.

"Are you? Pleased that I was chosen to be your wife?"

"I asked the question first." he snapped.

"I'm not unhappy, if that's what you want to know."

"I'm satisfied. Very satisfied." he said, a tiny smile forming. "I didn't want to get married, but I'm happy that will be with you."

"You know about my condition, right? I can't give you children." she glared at him.

"Yes, I'm aware of that."

"And then?"

"I don't need heirs, they won't have anything to inherit anyway."

Ariella threw her head back and laughed, covering her mouth.

"What? Isn't that true?" Aemond said with humor in his voice.

"I assume so, my prince."

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Dragonstone

Rhaenyra's family dinner was ruined the moment she told them about Ariella's upcoming marriage. She saw her sons stiffen and her stepdaughters look at each other in surprise. Everyone seemed calm, despite being surprised and disgusted by the news, except Daemon. Rhaenyra ordered everyone out of the banquet hall as he threw away his own cup of wine. Everyone obeyed, except Jacaerys and Lucerys.

"Viserys must not be thinking well! Marry his own daughter to that... that filthy one-eyed man." Daemon shouted.

Like ducklings following their mother, Jacaerys and Lucerys nodded, agreeing with their stepfather's speech.

"The wedding is already certain to happen, we can't do anything." Rhaenyra sighed.

Daemon threw a chair away and ran his hands through his hair nervously.

"My niece will not marry someone so dishonorable. Aemond stole Vhagar from Rhaena, I never forgot that." he continued talking.

"He was going to kill me! If Luke hadn't stopped him, Aemond would have killed me with a stone that night." Jacaerys chimed in.

"We all have complaints about Aemond, but that won't change what happens. They're getting married." Rhaenyra stood up from her chair and began twirling the rings on her fingers.

"Why didn't you inform us about this wedding while we were still in King's Landing? I would have remained there or I would have brought Ariella with me, even if it was by force." Daemon said, looking at her.

"That would be reckless, it would only make her angry with you and you would worsen your reputation, my love." she tried to calm him down.

"This is unfair, mother." Lucerys whimpered.

She smiled tenderly at him, she knew how much her boys loved their aunt and knowing that she would marry someone who caused them so much harm hurt them.

"Go to bed, both of you, we're all tired from the trip." she said and this time they obeyed, leaving the room with their heads down.

She sighed when she saw Daemon near the fireplace, staring at Dark Sister, his sword, which was hanging above the fireplace.

"I could kill him." he began.

"Daemon..."

"We cannot allow this to happen." he continued.

"I already said, it's going to happen and that's it."

"Aemond has an aversion to bastards, you see the things he accuses your children of, he can do whatever he wants with her. He will be her husband and no one will be able to dispute anything he does to her." he sighed tiredly.

"My father will protect her, Aemond wouldn't have the courage-"

"A boy capable of killing for a dragon is capable of anything, Rhaenyra. When Ariella arrived in King's Landing I was in exile, I didn't live with her fully until you and I were married. But years have passed with her here in Dragonstone, I have taught her almost everything I know, everything Viserys did not. I raised her and she became a big sister to Rhaena." He looked away, his face contorted into a sad expression. "She physically resembles my daughters. I couldn't see Baela and Rhaena married to someone dishonored like that."

Rhaenyra approached him and ran her hands over his face.

"Everything is going to be okay, I promise you." she said and he buried his face in her neck.

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coaxed you into paradise - c. 23

Description: The life of Saera Targaryen told in four acts. She was her father's forgotten daughter, cast aside as she looked nothing like her mother. Her younger days were spent beside her uncle. Years following her marriage with Ser Harwin Strong, she catches him in an affair with her older sister. She returns to seek solace in the arms of her uncle, that she's loved all her life.

(Coaxed You Into Paradise and High Infidelity Rewrite.)

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Chapter Twenty-Three: Green and White.

Daegon settles beside Helaena, her fingers delicately dancing upon the silken beads of her new creation. “My mother speaks about the marriage between your mother and uncle,” she whispered in her earthly voice. “They were wed, and my father is cross,” he answered. He couldn’t understand his father’s anger - Alyssa told him that their father would never understand them. Harwin was from the Andals, and they were Valryians. Instead, he finds himself understanding his granduncle, Daemon, who has comforted him with every sleepless night. Daemon was his true father, not Harwin.

“Mother says it isn’t right for a woman to take two husbands.” she mimicked her mother’s rants - he frowns. Queen Alicent was not a Targaryen - she wouldn’t understand them. “It is not wrong, the Seven Gods forbid it - but we are above their customs.” he mumbled, avoiding a conflict of interest with his friend. Helaena hums, and returns her attention to the embroidery.

She and her siblings were always closer to men than gods. Their voices were hollow and thin, their faces were soft and unstriking. They were not dragons, merely shells of the dragonlords before them. “I suppose, mother rarely makes sense.” she agreed, prickling her finger with a tiny needle.

A gasp escapes her mouth and Daegon takes her finger gently. “Are you alright?” he inquired, wiping the blood away from her bloodied pointer. “Yes,” she replies - and he takes the embroidery away from her lap. “I’ll do it for you, muña and Alyssa taught me.” he offered, navigating the design with ease.

Finishing the gold and white dragon.

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Harwin sits with his legs open, eyes drunkenly staring at his wife. His heart was pounding with betrayal - agony that coursed through his veins. “You have forfeited all rights in being disappointed with me.” she grits her teeth - his eyes were solely focused on her. “Your uncle has lied to you. He wishes to have you, as would any man that has the glory of your presence. There is nothing but respect between me and Rhaenyra.” he lied, pleading his fake innocence.

She takes a step forward, taller than him by a few inches - as he was sitting down. “Do not lie to me,” she warns. He stands up, his armor clinks - and he stares at her blankly, a hint of desperation in his sad irises. “I have been your dutiful husband. This betrayal is harming me and our children.” he lied, avoiding her eyes. “Our children? Since when have you cared for them?” she antagonized. There was no point in swaying her - not when her decision was already firm.

“I have loved our children since I first held them in my hands. Two babes that are born because of our love.” he confessed.

“Rhaenyra’s children are yours, are they not?” she scoffed, his eyes turned to the ground. His lips were pursed, his eyes held nothing but shame. He was silent and sulking - a contract to her body that held nothing but confidence. “I know of the affair between you. I have been idle for all these years because of the vultures that seek my father’s throne. I love my sister, Harwin - and you’ve made it hard to do so.” she explained, fists clenched.

“I’ve been a horrible husband.” he groans, heart threatening to collapse in his chest. “How can I make it up to you?” he asked, all efforts of reconciliation dying with the flames that came out of Melarys’ mouth. His wife’s anger was dangerous - slow to anger, and slow to forgive. He didn’t want to be at the end of her sword - not when he was still at her mercy.

“Return to Harrenhal, forget about your life here.” she levied.

There was a time that she cared for him, but those days were spent - gone with the wind. “You cannot ask me to do that,” he argued.

“It is what I want,” she interrupted.

“- I will kill you if you cannot give me that.”

—

“Betroth your daughter to my grandson.” Otto opened his mouth, lips pressed into a thin line. It wasn’t a question - it was a demand. “Why should I do that, my lord?” Saera inquired - eyes glaring at his figure. There were lords across the realm aiming for her daughter’s hand, but she wasn’t letting go of Alyssa.

“War is brewing, you are aware of that.” he pointed, attempting to dominate the conversation. Saera rolls her eyes - he wasn’t smart. “Brewing because?” she interrogated, prepared to bold towards her father’s chambers and accuse his hand of treason. “Aegon is the rightful heir to the iron throne,” Otto began, circling her with confidence.

“Rhaenyra wishes to be Queen - and you are left defenseless.” he breathed, stating the plain obvious. “Your sister is heir because of decree, and it can be vanquished - because the Lords of Westeros are not in favor of her. Which leaves you where, my lady?” he proposed.

“Are you suggesting that I help you supplant my sister as heir?” she insinuated, but he shakes his head with a delicate chuckle.

“I’m merely suggesting a path to safety. We must engage Princess Alyssa to Prince Aemond, it is the only way for peace.”

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The fire had grown too high, and Harwin had just recently awoken. Behind him, he could hear his father's screams as he desperately tried to claw his way out of his room. "Father!" he screams as he takes a crowbar and begins prying the metal doors open.

Lord Lyonel bangs his hands upon the wall, "Harwin, leave!" he commanded but his son would not listen. He could not have his father die — the situation at court was a delusional one, they both had to defend their honors and succeed against The Rogue Prince's elusiveness.

"No," he refused as the fire gently stalked towards his foot. "Harwin, as your father. I command you to leave!" Lord Lyonel exclaims as his son continues banging across the door.

Harwin knew that he was powerful — that he was more than capable of saving his loved one. "And as your son, I apologize!" he yells back as he successfully derails the doorknob.

But by this time, the fire had grown too much to bear. He only realized that his flesh was burning, when the ringing in his ear halted.

He screamed loudly — and was brought back to rumors of Harren's Curse. He falls onto the ground, as his father's screams begin to drown out of his ears.

He desperately tries to extinguish the flame in his forearm. Only to fail, and for the fire to reach his entire body.

He yells in agony, as his flesh falls apart.

And with every last breath of Harwin Strong, he was cruelly reminded that those who try to fight fire are only destined to burn.

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“I leave Princess Alyssa to you, Queen Alicent - may you guide her in my absence.” Saera smiles, placing hand on top of her daughter’s head. They were needed in Harrenhal - to guide her eldest son in his new position as lord of his house. “Are you sure that you don’t want to leave with your mother?” Queen Alicent asks the little girl, and she nods. Alyssa didn’t want to step foot inside of Harrenhal - in fear that her father’s ghosts would come to haunt them.

Saera gently wiped the tears away from her daughter’s eyes. “We will return - for your nameday and all your cousin’s namedays. You can visit us, if you wish.” she explained, wrapping her arms around Alyssa in a deep embrace.

“I love you, my dear.” she pressed a kiss on her forehead.

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Aemond targaryen x targaryen reader: part 18

Vhagar placed Y/n onto the ground before dropping down a few feet away, Aemond climbing down as he approached his wife. Crouching down and throwing his cloak over her body and picked her up, her body limp as he carried her through the castle to the throne room. Walking in, Aemond handed her to a guard demanding him to place her in a cell far away from anyone. Instructing a servant to take her a dress down and change her out of her shredded dress. He had covered her up as only he would be seeing her body in such ways let alone the guards outside her cell or the degenerates she would be carried past. Aegon and Alicent watched as he approached, a smug look on his face at their shocked expressions.

"I see you managed to catch her brother, care to share your victory?" Aegon spoke as he lounged in his seat, his mother beside him.

"Her dragon is no longer an issue and i doubt my wife will be putting up a fight anytime soon. I plan to burn all of her family and force her to watch as i kill them." His voice held such a dark intent that Alicent was afraid her son had become unhinged. Aegon laughed loudly, wiping the tears from his eyes as he turned to Aemond.

"Ahh brother you surprise me more everyday, her cunt must be magical for you to be so obsessed with her." Aemond's hand twitched as his brother spoke crudely about his wife but simply hummed and left. His wife had taken out atleast 6 guards, he needed to teach them better as he could not risk her escaping again.

Rhaenyra had been crushed by the news of her son being found at Storm's end, her pained scream echoing through dragonstone as she collapsed. Her daughter had been taken and now her son had been killed by the same monster, Daemon held her as she sobbed.

"I want his head Daemon, i want all of their heads." She spoke as she gripped his arm, behind the tears a fire as she looked at her husband.

"I will slaughter the cunts who dare hurt our children." Daemon wished he had struck Aemond down the second he proposed a marriage to his daughter, he should have slaughtered all the Green's that night. His brother would have never wanted Aegon on the throne, the one claim he supported being his daughters. They had spies in kingslanding and only a day after finding out of her sons passing a letter was delivered. Daemon reading out to Rhaenyra and her council.

"My dear Queen, your daughter is still alive although she has been banished to the cells. She stormed the throne room cutting down 6 guards before her dragon broke from the pit, taking her after she tried to kill the king. Unfortunately she was brought back by Aemond, her body unconscious and placed in the cell, it was confirmed by witnesses at Storm's end her dragon was killed." Rhaenyra sat as she heard of her daughter, Daemon felt pride flow through him at her escape. The rage quickly replacing the pride as he imagined that bastard Aemond forcing her back. Rhaenyra was comforted knowing her daughter was alive, she would take the throne back and slaughter the whole family. She would get her daughter back.

Y/n woke on a wet and horrid mattress, her body aching from the fighting, tears coming to her eyes quickly as she let out a guttural scream and began beating her fists against the bed. Bent over, gripping the bedding as she appeared like a wild animal caught in a trap. Her body shaking from anger as she looked around, the blood from Casmir still on her legs.

"I see you have woken up." His voice freezing her blood as she froze, refusing to respond to him, instead turning towards him. Her face stone as she stared at him, the rage in her eyes deep. How dare he speak to her, to be in her presence after his betrayal.

"I understand you must be grieving, not that your worthless brother and weak dragon are worth your tears but i expect you to grovel for your life. I want you to cry and beg me to show you an ounce of love and affection, and you will never act out again. You are nothing without me, i am your damned world and you will treat me as such." Aemond crouched down as he spoke, her eyes following him as he held the key to the cell in his hand.

"If you do not i will keep you here only allowing you out to watch as i destroy your mother and brothers, i will break you from the inside out until you are nothing but a body for me to fuck and breed." Y/n stared at him as he spoke, standing slowly and approaching him. Crouching in front of him, her knees touching the bars which separated him from her. Her hand coming out to caress his face, his eye closing as he basked in her affection.

"Beg me my love." He spoke softly, opening his eye to stare into hers, waiting for her to plead with him. His ego tarnished from her attack. Her eyes wide and innocent before she dug her nail into his scar, scratching across his face as he cried out. Trying to grab her before she rushed away back to her previous position. His blood under her nails as she licked them clean, staring at him to show she was not scared of his threats. Aemond cursed and hit the bar.

"You will respect me! I am your husband and you will love me as i love you! Lets see how long you can keep up this act." He shouted at her, spitting out the last words pointing at her before he left.

All he wanted was her love, he may have killed her brother but she had manipulated him with her body. He had almost possessed her fully, had her in his grasp and his carelessness had lead to this moment. His rage not letting him see reason, demanding instead she apologise for her disrespect. His mind getting darker as he cleaned his scar, her nails leaving four bloody lines across his cheek. If she would not respect his ownership of her he would simply force her to see he owned her.

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starogeorgina · 1 year

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My dearest love

Warnings: Major spoilers for the show and book, main character death, mentions of SA

Pairings: Jacaerys Velaryon/reader

Notes: This story will contain major spoilers, including character deaths in future House of the Dragon series and the book the show is based on, fire and blood. Please do not read this if you don't want it spoiled for you.

“You’re certain about this?”

You tilt your head to the side as you look directly at your husband and king. “I am, and I wish to speak to our sister one last time before she’s to be executed.”

Aegon thinks about it for a moment, his gaze moving between you and your mother, who would most certainly disagree with your decision. “If you wish it, I will allow it; however, a knight will be with you at all times.”

Your mother cleared her throat from across the table with her hands clapping in front of her. “Now that’s sorted, we have another issue to tend to. Rhaenyra’s only living son.”

“It’s already been dealt with.”

“We need to evaluate the risk.”

“The decision has already been made that the young boy’s life is to be spared, and when he’s of age, he will be sent to the wall to become a man of the night’s watch. That way there won’t be an issue with him having any heirs who will try and claim the throne.” Your mother opens her mouth to argue but you quickly cut her off, “my husband has already made his decision that he will not punish a boy for the sins of his mother.”

“Your husband, of course,” she says quietly. She disapproved but couldn’t argue against the king’s decision.

“Aegon, please” you reach out and take his hand in yours. “Think of Jaehaerys; he was innocent just as Rhaenyra’s youngest son is. Please spare him. Spare him, and I’ll forever be in your debt.”

“I’ll spare his life; consider it a wedding gift.”

“Well, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to visit Rhaenyra.”

Aegon winced as he stood up, and you kissed his cheek before turning to leave. Your mother kept her head down. You suspected that deep down she knew the real reason you were going along with this sham of a marriage, but she would never dare say it out loud.

—

“You!” Rhaenyra’s eyes burn with tears of rage as you approach the cell she is locked in. She grips the black metal bars, her knuckles turning white as she seethes, “You poisonous traitor!”

The knight behind you clutched the top of his sword. Rhaenyra was behind bars and chained to the wall by shackles, she was no threat to you. “Leave us,” you order. The knight remains in his place. “Your queen just gave you an order.”

“The queen?” Rhaenyra lets go of the bars and backs away from you, her hand resting against her chest. Her tears flow freely now. “My son trusted you, he... he loved you.” Her hand shakes as she wipes away tears. “You killed him; you're the reason he’s dead, and now you've come here, but to what end? To gloat? You took my eldest child from me, then married the man who stole my crown.”

“Rhaenyra…”

“I know what you did. I know what happened!”

Jacaery's plan to send his younger brothers to Pentos to be fostered by a prince until the war for his mother's throne was over was derailed by your grandsire, who made a deal with the Triarchy to move against House Velaryon's fleet. Aegon the III managed to escape on his dragon stormcloud to only be captured along with his mother; however, Viserys didn’t make it off the ship in time and was presumed to have been killed when the ship he was on went down. Along with four other dragon riders, Jacaerys flew to the gullet to try and save his brothers, which resulted in a battle with him obliterating many of the greens' warships. When the news of your grandsire’s plan reached your ears you immediately flew to the Gullet just as Vermax crashed into the waves below with Jacaerys on his back while both of there were being fired upon with crossbows.

However, the story is that Jace survived the fall until you ordered dragon fire to rain down on him.

“I’m not here to gloat.” You wanted to tell her the truth—the whole truth—but you couldn’t with your knight still within ear shot. It was obvious your own mother had no trust in you as the knight she personally appointed to guard you slowly made his way out of the cell.

She began to hiccup while more tears fell from her bloodshot eyes. With a hint of mockery, she asks, “Then to what? Beg for my forgiveness?”

You press your head against the cool metal bar and sigh, “Yes. I want your forgiveness because I am unable to spare you from what is about to come.”

“Aegon is going to have me executed.”

You nod.

You knew of Aegon’s plan to kill her with dragon fire, but you withheld that information. Her last remaining hours shouldn’t be filled with Sunfyre’s rage. You couldn’t stop her death, but you could ease some of her pain before she died. You simply needed to find the courage to say the words out loud.

“I was unable to stop this, but I was able to spare your child's life. I promise you no harm will come to your precious boy.”

“Aegon?”

“I promise I will treat him as if he were my own; I will keep him safe.”

Her voice was weak as she spoke. “He will never truly be safe, not while our brother sits on the iron throne.”

Her throne.

“I give you my word, nothing will happen to him.”

“You know nothing about keeping your word,” she spits. “You stood in front of me and Daemon in Dragonstone and swore you loved my son and would pledge yourself to our cause. Instead, you lied to us and betrayed us.”

“I never betrayed you, nor would I lie.”

She scoffs, “How long have you been planning to usurp me and become queen?”

“I never wanted any of this. It was my mother's idea, and truthfully, I went along with it because I was scared.”

“Alicent, got you to marry Aegon?”

“Yes, with my husband and sister dead, she said it was the only way to keep our house united.” You try your best to hold back tears of sorrow, but she sees right through you. “I do not mourn my husband like you do yours; in truth, I thought Aemond’s death was a chance for me to escape, but I mourn for our sweet sister Helaena. She was so kind and innocent.”

There was a day just before the war between House Targaryen where you sought comfort in your sister's company after having an awful dream, but that night you left her to find a different type of comfort in Jacaerys. It was the last time you ever saw Helaena, and leaving her will always haunt you.

“The war will soon be over; my brother will no longer sit on the crown, so your son will be safe.”

She gives you a look of disgust. “You would slay your own king? Your own husband?”

By now Rhaenyra was leaning against the bars again, but she was not as aggressive as she had been before; she was exhausted instead. You reach for her hand through the gap and place her hand on your stomach. “No amount of good deeds would ever make up for the sins I would commit to protect my family.”

She gives you a look of confusion before understanding what you're alluring to and lets out a gasp of shock, “Aela…”

“If I had refused to marry Aegon, he might have seen me as a traitor. It doesn’t justify my staying here, but I was truly afraid. After the Gullet, I only came back for Helaena, but by then it was too late. Everything happened so fast, and before I knew what was happening, I was married to another man I didn’t love.” You let out a shaky breath and said, “If my child is born with strong features, Aegon will have them killed. I can’t let that happen.”

Her palm rests against her forehead, “Strong?”

You understood the confusion in her voice, as you had been married to Aemond for over two years, although you had only slept with him on your wedding night. You had laid with Aegon several times since being married out of fear, but after discovering you were pregnant, the silver lining was that you were able to manipulate him with sex into giving you what you wanted, and what you wanted was to save Rhaenyra’s youngest son.

It gave you hope knowing that your child was made out of love.

“Jace is the father.”

Her eyes fill with tears again, and her chest starts to heave heavily as she takes deep breaths, trying to process what you just told her. Your body shakes as you lean in, so your lips are practically ghosting her ear, petrified that the knight outside would hear. Your voice is barely a whisper. “Jacaerys is still alive.”

“No, no, you're lying,” she says, shaking her head. “He died; he died in battle. You killed him.”

“Jace survived Vermax’s fall. He's badly wounded but alive.”

“How is that possible? The other riders swore they saw you burn him.”

“Amethyst set the ship Vermax hit going into the water on fire; when the smoke clouded his vision, we flew down and got him. I promise you, Rhaenyra, he is alive. I only let others believe he was dead to protect him; otherwise, he would have been hunted down. I am in love with him and would do everything in my power to keep him safe.” When she looks hesitant to believe your love for her son, you pull a handkerchief from the sleeve of your dress and hand it to her. It was violet with a three-headed dragon and seahorse sewn into it; the stunning embroidery was stained with blood. “He had matching ones made for us.”

“The color,” she mumbles to herself while studying it. You named your dragon Amethyst because of her glimmering violet scales, a beautiful sight that only Jace would show honor to. “House Targaryen and Velaryon combined.” Her eyes suddenly widened. “You must go to him! He's alone and vulnerable!”

“Shh,” you say, pointing toward the door, and resume whispering. “During the hour of the owl I will leave with Aegon, we will go to Jacaerys on dragon back then leave the seven kingdoms.”

“Where will you go?”

“Somewhere, the name Targaryen doesn’t mean anything. At least until Jace is well enough to make the decision for himself if he wants to return home or stay gone.”

For a moment a ghost of a smile plays on her lips but it quickly fades, “he doesn’t know that I’m here does he?”

Your voice breaks. “He’s been taking the milk of the poppy daily while his wounds heal. Otherwise he would have killed himself trying to get to you, and in truth, I’m not sure he will truly forgive me for not being able to save you.”

The castle was swamped with loyal Team Green supporters, knights, and people afraid to go against your family. If you thought there was even the smallest chance of Rhaenyra getting out alive, you would be trying to break her out, but it was already a gift from the gods that you got to speak to her one last time.

“Tell my sons I love them.”

You reach for her hand through the bars that separates you. “Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, you will always be the rightful heir to the throne.”

—

As you promised Rhaenyra, you snuck out of your shared bedchamber with your brother, who hours earlier fed her to Sunfyre in front of her poor, terrified son, but as you promised, no physical harm came to Aegon the III. Using your authority as queen, you dismissed the knights guarding the tower the young boy was held in and quickly snatched him into your arms, then ran.

Amethyst was saddled and ready outside the dragon pit waiting on you; once you mounted her, you took off. You gave thanks to the gods that your dragon remained silent and didn’t make her usual shrieking noises as she flew off to where your injured beloved was waiting.

Panting, Aegon rolls onto his back with a boyish, smug look on his face. Despite being severely injured during the battle at Rook’s Rest, he still had enough strength to climb on top of you. Of course you let him, as saying no wasn’t an option, and even if you did try to refuse his advances, it wouldn’t have mattered to him anyway.

You handed him a chalice of wine that was laced with a sleep aid. You needed Aegon to be in a deep slumber so he wouldn’t hear you leaving. You kissed the crown of his head, saying goodbye not to the monster that lay beside you but to your older brother, whom you once adored as a child, as you knew this would be the last time you ever saw him.

You flew for what felt like hours before your destination finally came into view. You let out a deep sigh as Aegon clung to you tightly as Amethyst got closer to the ground. “Things will be okay now,” you coo. “You’ll see Jacaerys soon.”

The small boy looked up at you with tear-filled puffy eyes, his lips trembling as he struggled to find words to say. His voice quavering, he manages to say, “Jace.”

—

Jacaerys remains silent, his face stoic as he stares at the blank wall in front of him. You thought he would cry or yell when you told him about his mother's death, but instead he remained silent.

You leave to check on his brother, who is asleep in the next room. Unsurprisingly, the young boy was still awake. “Are you cold?”

He nodded, and although you knew the morning rain wouldn’t be the only thing keeping you awake, it was something you could help with. You placed another blanket over him before singing him a lullaby in High Valyrian.

When Aegon finally fell asleep, you slowly moved away from him, being careful not to make any noise. When you reached the other side of the doorway, you came face to face with Jacaerys.

Rage radiated off him.

Without saying a word, he turned for the door leading outside and walked into the oncoming storm. “Jace!” You call after him as he marches in the direction of your sleeping dragon. Fear cuts through you. “Jace, where are you going?”

“Kings landing.”

You catch hold of his arm and say, “Don’t be ridiculous. Amethyst won’t let you mount her without me.”

“Then come with me.”

You stroked your thumb across his face as raindrops dripped from his hair onto his long lashes. You really hoped your baby had his features. Sighing, you shake your head and say, “We would both be killed.”

“He killed my mother! Aegon! Her own brother! He fed her to his dragon! He can’t get away with it!” His voice began to crack. “He needs to pay for his crime. She’s gone because of him.”

“I promise you he will pay, if he hasn’t already.”

Jace blinks at you, confused, “What did you do?”

“Nothing; I did nothing. I overheard Larys Strong conspiring to have Aegon killed the night your mother was captured. He predicted what would happen, and the decision was made that a kin slayer wouldn’t be fit to sit on the iron throne.”

Between Lord Larys Strong being known as the master of whisperers and his strange relationship with your own mother, you knew deep down he wanted you to hear his plan. Why? You weren’t sure. Perhaps he expected you to try and intervene or help kill Aegon. In a way, you did it by doing nothing.

“How?”

You rest your forehead against Jacaerys and say, “Please don’t go; I couldn’t bear it if I lost you.”

“I won’t leave for King's Landing today.”

—

You study Jace’s bare chest as your eyes flicker between his newly formed scars as he sleeps. He had been struck twice in his left shoulder and lower abdomen by crossbows at the gullet. He had spent the previous day running on fumes full of anger and grief and fear over the best way to protect his younger brother. You felt relief when he finally collapsed into bed at nightfall.

He must have sensed you were awake and tightened his grip around your waist. “Morning.”

“How are you feeling?”

“I honestly don’t know,” he confesses. “I just don’t know where to go from here. My mother and Daemon are both dead and so are all my siblings aside from one. And I still feel Vermax's absence. You and Aegon are all I have left.”

You pressed soft kisses to the side of his face, “I must confess I’ve withheld some news from you.” You watch as his face twists assuming it was something bad, “soon we will have another child to watch over.”

He stares at you in shock. His dark eyes travel down to your stomach, “you sure?”

“The Maesters in the red keep confirmed it. I haven’t bled in three moons.”

“Thank you Aela,” he kissed the back of your hand. “Not just for giving me a babe, but for saving me and Aegon but for seeing my mother one last time. Did you tell her about…”

“I told her I was pregnant,” you confirmed. “The last thing she told me was that she loved her sons.”

“Just as I love you.”

“I was scared you wouldn’t, I thought you might hate me for marrying Aegon and not being able to save your mother.”

“I believe you would have tried to, and you had no choice but to marry him. They would have killed you and our unborn child if you didn’t.”

Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, you were so afraid that he wouldn’t understand and would resent you, but Jace was a forgiving person. Maybe, just maybe the life growing inside you would be enough to heal some of the damage the war had done.

—-

Tears of joy rolled down your cheeks as you held your newborn son to your chest. Aegon looked over at you shyly, fascinated by the screaming babe in your arms while Jace looked down at him proudly. The past months living in isolation had been difficult to adjust to, neither of you knew what had happened in kings landing until a raven from Cregan Stark arrived. You were unsure at first if it was wise to send him a raven first letting him know of Jace’s survival bit now you are grateful. Cregan passed on the news that king Aegon Targaryen was dead and Lord Larys Strong had been executed for it and the north would support Jacaerys claim to the throne. It also meant you and Jacaerys could legally live as man and wife without pissing off the faith.

But right now none of that mattered, the only thing that did was your family.

“What shall we name him my love?”

“Lucerys.”

You smile, it ‘twas sweet that he wanted to name his son after his first brother who tragically died by the hands of Aemond.

“I’m sīr proud hen ao,” Jace says before kissing the crown of your head. “One day when the time is right we will return home and with you by my side I will take my place upon the iron throne.”

I’m sīr proud hen ao - I’m so proud of you

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bloodynereid · 1 year

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hi queen!

I am in love with eye of the madness, it was amazing! 😍

Reading that it came to me a request 🙈 (it is apart from ‘eye of the madness)

Could I request one that reader is the daughter of Daemon and Rhaenyra that is born very sick and when she is growing up she is always weak and everybody is protective of her (let’s say that the war doesn’t happens) but when she is around 7 years old, in the muelle of the night her nose start bleeding and when she goes to her parents room to tell them she faints and when they see her they get all worried about her. Just angst with fluffy parents. (If the reader can be short and shy would be a plus but is not necessary).

Thank you so much 🫶🏻 hope you have a great day/night 🥰🫂

a/n: hi anon! thank you so much for your request (my first one on this account). I absolutely adore this idea and I hope I did it justice with this little one-shot. hope you enjoy :)

pairings: targaryen/velaryon family x fem! sister reader

tw: blood, anemia, birth, fainting, daemon is def ooc, targcest (daemon x rhaenyra), angst/fluff, worried parents

Zaldrītsos - Little Dragon

Rhaenyra’s screams echoed off the stone walls of Dragonstone, the baby just didn’t seem to want to arrive. Daemon stood at the side of his wife, holding her hand and periodically wiping the sweat off her brow, murmuring sweet nothings and praises into her ear.

“Come on Princess, one more push.” Another bloodcurdling scream filled the room as finally the small head of the babe started to emerge. Rhaenyra clutched her hand against Daemon’s and with one final push a little girl was brought into the world. A weak cry accompanied by a cough was heard in the room, a complete contrast to the previously heard screams. The maester cut the umbilical cord before carefully testing the babe’s vitals.

“Is something the matter?” Daemon asked when he saw the maester’s face as he placed the babe in a blanket with the help of one of the midwives.

“Is there something wrong with my baby?” Rhaenyra startled and tried to get up from her place on the bed but her husband urged her down before walking over to the maester. He looked down at his daughter, the little girl was barely breathing but her bright, violet eyes looked back at him in wonder.

“She just appears to be a little weak, Princess. I believe I’ve seen one of these cases before, the little Princess is deficient of blood. She will not be able to have a normal life, we will have to continually monitor her. There will be fainting spells and weakness but she should live.” The anxious parents looked at each other worriedly but the maester assured them that the girl would live if taken care of properly.

After the maester left the little girl in Daemon’s arms, she slowly cuddled into his side and shut her eyes. Daemon walked over to his wife’s side and sat next to her on the bed, cradling the little babe into his chest before gingerly handing her over to Rhaenyra.

“Oh my sweet darling.” Rhaenyra caressed the little girl’s face as she let out a soft coo, nestling into her mother’s bosom with a little smile adorning her face.

“What do you think we should name her?” Daemon asked as he marveled over his wife and daughter.

“Y/N. Y/N Targaryen.”

“A beautiful name, ñuha jorrāelagon. You did so well.” Daemon leaned over to kiss his wife’s temple before leaning down to kiss the forehead of his sleeping daughter. My love.

The little girl lived a life that consisted of being constantly watched. Always having one of her siblings or servants near to her. Jace and Luke were incredibly protective of their little sister, they would counteract the rotten rumors that sometimes surrounded her and would always make sure to stay close to her side in case a wave of dizziness hit. Rhaena and Baela were also incredibly close with their sister, bringing her sheets of paper for her drawings and telling her wild stories that their late mother used to tell them.

Daemon and Rhaenyra constantly worried over their little girl but also gave her as much love and care as they could. Daemon would bring her out on short trips to see Caraxes and Syrax while Rhaenyra would teach her High Valyrian and politics. Y/N’s dragon didn’t hatch at birth and she had been unable to bond with any at Dragonstone but she always kept the egg turned to stone close to her.

A few weeks after your seventh name day, you woke up in the middle of night with the feeling of something running down your face. You pressed your small fingers to your upper lip and it came away with blood. Your small eyes widened before throwing off the furs that covered your bed. Staining the bed sheets with crimson as you gingerly climbed out and stepped onto the cold floor. The blood was flowing more freely now and it trickled onto the stone as you padded over to the door that joined your parents’ room to your’s.

“Mother? Father?” You cried out uneasily into the darkness as a wave of something made your head feel woozy. When neither of them stirred in their bed, you cautiously made your way over to the side of the bed that contained your father. His silver hair shining in the moonlight as his chest rose and fell. He looked so peaceful and content that Y/N felt a twinge of guilt for wanting to wake him for something so miniature like a nosebleed. But then another wave of dizziness swept over you and your eyes drifted closed. Without being able to stop it, a weight settled in your head and you tipped forwards right into your father’s chest.

Daemon was startled awake and his eyes widened when he saw that his precious little girl lay slumped on top of him with blood streaming down her nose. He carefully scooped her up in his arms and called out to Rhaenyra, who instantly woke up and followed Daemon out of their chambers.

Rushing down the hallways and corridors until they arrived at the maester’s room. Daemon cradled Y/N into his chest as he pushed some of her silver hair away from her face. Blood was most certainly staining his night clothes but he only clutched Y/N closer to his chest. Rhaenyra banged on the door until finally a disgruntled maester opened it, his eyes widening at the state of the frantic parents and passed out child. Blood was still freely running from your nose and little groans could be heard from the small Princess.

Hours passed as the maester worked, first stopping the nosebleed and then trying to replenish the girl’s loss of blood. Her parents kept a silent vigil over her until he was finally finished, letting them know that Y/N should wake in a couple of hours. Jace, Luke, Baela and Rhaena joined their parents once they heard the news. The family was still clad in their sleepwear but no one could chastised them as they sat around the little Princess’ bed.

Your eyes peeled open slowly as a groan escaped your lips. All your limbs feel like lead and there was a constant drumming in your head. That was when you noticed that there was a hand clutching yours, turning your head slightly, you caught sight of your entire family sitting on the side of your bed.

“Why are you all here?” You asked as you gave your mother’s hand a little squeeze. Your words elicited an instant response, everyone instantly looked up and your parents engulfed you in a hug, your siblings joining in a few moments later. They were all careful not to crush you but you could feel the relief as if it were tangible.

“Oh my darling. I’m so glad you are alright.” A small, tired smile encapsulated your face as they all withdrew from the hug and clambered into the bed, cuddling into your side under the furs.

“I’m sorry I worried you all.”

“None of that, zaldrītsos. We’re just glad you’re okay. You should always tell when something like that happens, alright?” Daemon placed a kiss on your forehead and gave your hand a squeeze. Little dragon.

“Yes, kepa.” The little family stayed under the covers for the rest of the day. Daemon and Rhaenyra telling them all wild stories about their ancestors as well as singing them all to sleep with lullabies from Old Valyria when night fell. Father.

i love writing daemon and rhaenyra as parents even if daemon is def not a good one in hotd.

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