#daemon Targaryen | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

targaryen-dynasty · 3 days

Text

HEAVY IS THE HEAD THAT WEARS THE CROWN.

Daemon Targaryen x niece!Reader

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT - MINORS DNI; canon typical incest/targcest (uncle and niece), kinda non/dub con, p in v, semi public sex, doggy style, degrading, slapping, possessiveness, jealousy

WORDS: 1.5 K

NOTES: This is something I had written and posted on another blog when I (rightfully so) didn't feel accepted and wanted in fandom. So, if any of you remembers this, it was written by me. This is Lingo Jam High Valyrian (it is what it is).

❗️𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

It’s way past the Hour of the Owl as you stand in the Throne Room all by yourself, all the tables for the guests of your coronation feast having already been cleared and stored away by the keep’s staff, leaving the room to be eerily quiet and empty.

You stand in front of the intimidating Iron Throne, looming in the dim light of the candles around you, your fingertips barely brushing the sharp swords that were used to forge it by your ancestors, reminiscing about all the times you’ve seen your father sitting on it.

Unlike your grandsire and father before you, you chose to wear the Conqueror's Crown and wield his sword, the big, square-cut rubies complimenting the red and gold gown you wear.

The heavy doors leading to the intimidating chambers open behind you, but you don’t turn around, knowing all too well who intrudes the silence and serenity. His footsteps are heavy, bouncing off the thick columns and walls on his way.

“Skoros iksis ziry ao jeldan naejot ȳdragon naejot nyke nūmāzma?” you ask, but before you’re able to turn around, the weight of your husband’s chest against your back pushes you forward, the ostentatious crown on your head toppling to the ground at the impact. What is it you wanted to talk to me about?

Both your hands immediately seize the armrests of the Iron Throne for support, more so when Daemon’s hand falls to the place between your shoulders to keep you exactly like you are, bowed forward with no chance to move.

“Hm,” he hums, applying just a bit of pressure to your back. “How about the wanton farce you put up for that cunt of a Lannister?” he growls, and it’s clear it is not a question but an accusation.

There is not one breath wasted when he rucks up the skirts of your gown and bunches it around your waist, fisting it with one of his large paws. The matter clearly is serious, and has occupied him for quite some time now, considering he prefers to answer you in the Common Tongue rather than High Valyrian.

But it’s not like you have much time to really process the meaning behind it, considering he has the skirt of your dress in his hand in one moment, and your small clothes pulled down to your knees in the next. Your cunt is exposed to the chilly air of the Red Keep, and to anyone that chooses to intrude on such an intimate and disgraceful scene, and much to your husband’s surprise, you’re soaked with anticipation, which earns you a condescending scoff from him.

He has quickly figured that there isn't going to come any reply from you, too caught up in the heat of the moment and the little predicament you’ve found yourself in, and forces a gasp from your lips as his hand not-so-gently collides with your bare rear.

Your body slightly lulls forwards to escape the stinging pain that blooms on your skin, but to now avail. “I–I don’t know what you’re talking about!” you press with despair audible in your voice.

But he just scoffs again. “Oh, I’m certain you don’t,” his voice is sharp, and the words underlined by another slap to your arse. “Need I remind Your Grace who they belong to?” The title is spoken in a way to make a mock display of his courtesy, displaying how little care he holds over your status at this moment.

You’re not quite sure what he is up to when you feel and hear him shifting and fumbling behind you, although you have a mild guess, until you feel the tip of his hard cock pressing against your soaked cunt. He pushes in even before you can answer, any words or pathetic protests dying on your tongue and replaced by a moan.

“That’s what I thought,” he says more to himself, his tone suddenly taking on an air of smugness. His words are followed by a groan that flows into a heedless sigh as he bottoms out completely, his heavy stones pressing against your pearl.

It’s a side to Daemon you haven’t seen or experienced before, despite growing up around him, his several liaisons and wives. There has never been something akin to jealousy coursing through his veins before. Yes, Daemon has always been a little too rough, too impatient and resolving matters by force rather than diplomacy, but you’ve never seen his blood run this hot.

His upper body slightly bends forward and towers over yours as he rests one hand on the backrest of the Throne, the other still on your hip with your skirts tightly secured.

“What–” the words catch in your throat, replaced by a whimper. “What if anyone sees us?”

“Jaelan zirȳ naejot ūndegon,” he growls. “Jaelan zirȳ naejot gīmigon bona iksā ñuhon.” I want them to see. I want them to know that you’re mine.

The whine you release at that is nothing short of desperate. While the thought of anyone catching you two frightens you to the core, you enjoy the possessive side of him, reveling in his desire just for you since you’ve shared it most of your life with your younger sister.

Pulling out of you almost completely, the tip of his cock is the only thing that remains buried inside of you. While the feeling of the sudden loss makes you whine and push your hips back to force him inside again, it also earns you another harsh slap that’s served to your arse.

“Ao sagon ñuhon se mazemā skoros nyke tepagon ao, iksis bona shifang?” You're mine and you take what I give you, is that understood?

Daemon then slams his hips into yours as a warning, filling you up in a swift thrust that has you gasping, and knocks the air straight from your lungs. “Gaomagon daor mazverdagon nyke ivestragon ziry arlī,” he snarls. “Gaomagon. Ao. Shifang?” Each word is punctuated with a harsh snap of his hips. Don’t make me say it again. Do. You. Understand?

“K… kessa,” you hiccup. Yes.

The pace of his thrusts is nothing short of ruthless, and he uses the grip on your hip to pull you back onto his cock for your bodies to meet halfway, the most obscene sounds of skin slapping on skin echoing off the walls of the Throne Room.

His stones are heavy and the fleshy pouch they sit in slightly sagged, hitting your pearl perfectly each time he fills you to the brim, and sending shivers to the soles of your feet.

Daemon forces your hips higher until you’re standing on your tiptoes for him, your body barely supported by his fingers digging into your hip. The angle changes with that, allowing him to shove his cock into you even deeper than before – a change that has him groaning and grunting over and over again.

Your eyes lull into the back of your head, and the heat in your belly doesn’t diminish, causing a renewed wave of arousal to leak out of your core.

Not caring if the skirts of your gown are riding down again, he grips the back of your neck firmly enough so you can’t turn your head, fucking you as if his life depends on it and knocking every breath clean out of your lungs.

Daemon forces his hips into yours with such determination, he is close to shoving you up against the Iron Throne with the force of his need, your arms almost buckling under the weight he puts onto you. You can tell he’s racing for completion, effectively pulling you with him in the process.

With the pace of his hips not faltering once, your peak washes over you in an ambush. The pleasure in your body gets intense enough for your legs to tremble, his hand that rests on the Iron Throne coming down to seize your hip to support you. Your walls clench around his cock tight enough for him to draw in a sharp breath, but the assault on your cunt doesn’t cease.

“Qilōni gaomagon ao sytilībagon naejot?” Daemon groans, pulling you back onto his cock and fucking you through your peak. Who do you belong to? It’s almost as if he’s asking for your reassurance, wanting to be sure of your feelings for him.

“A… ao,” you hiccup. “Ik… iksan aōhon.” You. I’m yours.

His peak crashes over him with your reassurance, his throbbing cock spending itself deep inside of your cunt. His hands trail up and down your sides in nothing else than pure bliss, and when it’s all over, he releases a sigh of relief, almost as if the pressure has fallen off his shoulders.

He cups your arse with both hands, and squeezes your flesh. When he doesn’t make any move to pull out of you, however, it’s clear that he is relishing the way your drenched cunt embraces his flaccid cock.

“No one will make you feel as good as I do, dōna ābrazȳrys, and certainly no Lannister,” he rasps. “He would not know how to handle the Blood of the Dragon. You were made for me, and you belong to me. Always have, always will.” Sweet wife.

Daemon Taglist: @hypocritic-trash-baby @schniiipsel @avalyaaa @baizzhu @yn-jackson

337 notes · View notes

gameofthronesdaily · 2 days

Text

Matt Smith as Daemon Targaryen in House of the Dragon [3/6] Season 1 Outfits ★ (1.04) King of the Narrow Sea ★

#hotdedit #hotd #daemon targaryen #house of the dragon #daemontargaryenedit #matt smith #h s1 #104 #costume #e #by mal

145 notes · View notes

aelenavelaryon · 2 days

Text

THE GREENS NIGHTMARE

IN WHICH AERA TARGARYEN IN THE KARMA OF TEAM GREEN

Daemon Targaryen x Aera Targaryen

Aera Targaryen was a woman to fear. She was Visenya and Maegor come again. When the war between Rhaenyra and Aegon began, the realm divided into two. The Blacks for Rhaenyra and the Greens for Aegon. Aera Targaryen was a distant relative yet she had been close to Rhaenyra growing up. Once, long ago Aera had been Daemon'a love and once the love of his life. Some would even argue that she was still the love of his life, even when the two were still married.

Aera Targaryen gave Daemon Targaryen four children in their first few years of marriage. Maegor, Baelon, Aemon, and Rhaegar Targaryen. Otto Hightower deemed them bastards because Aera was daughter of Saera Targaryen and Maegor Targaryen, son of Maegor and Rhaena Targaryen. Aera didn't want to return to King's Landing where she was not welcomed. Viserys always allowed Otto to fill his head with lies about her and what she was capable of. Daemon, whilst being married to Rhaenyra, which was a favor that Area had granted her. Daemon did not see her as more than another family member. Daemon and Aera still had their own late night adventures when she would come visit, seeing as she spent most of her time in Pentos with her mother's family.

But, from time to time she visited Rhaenyra and Daemon in Dragonstone. Daemon's sons were men grown. Some in their twenties. Not married but with bastard children of their own. Daemon and Aera shared three other children together who were born over the years. He had taken not only Aera as his wife but Rhaenyra too. Area who he had been married to since she was ten and five and he twenty and five. Daemon Targaryen loved his wife, despite what many believed. Aera much to anyone's dismay was a free spirit, bringing not only men into her bed but women too. Alexander Rivers was a bastard son she had with Harwin Strong alongside him, his twin, Alys Rivers who many believed was the daughter of Lyonel but everyone at court knew who were the parents. Alys Rivers would be a important peace for Rhaenyra during the dance.

The Hightowers thought them gone, thinking they would never step a foot in Westeros. But, as soon as Rhaenyra sent a raven to inform her cousin of the news, Aera flew on dragon back to support her girl. The news of Lucerys' death reached her before she made it to Dragonstone, and soon after, the news of Aegon's celebration for his death reached her as well and that was truly what started the fire.

Instead of keeping route to Dragonstone like she promised, Aera flew to Old Town and set the Hightower's home ablaze for Lucerys's death and celebration of his death. She then, rode to King's Landing where the usurper thought he was coming to bend the knee. Otto nor his spies knew she knew, until from the skies she dropped the heads of every Hightower she killed, Gwayne Hightower being one of the dead. It was said that Alicent Hightower cried, screams were heard all over the Keep as the doweger queen wept over her dead family. They knew then that Aera Targaryen was the blood of the dragon. She was coming for Rhaenyra*s stolen throne.

'she loves Rhaenyra. Did you truly think she was coming to bend the knew?' Alicent asked Aegon. Otto sat in silence saying nothing. Daeron Targaryen had return to King's Landing the same day he received the letter of his father's death. Daeron was smarter than anyone gave him credit for. He knew, Aera was the real threat, not Rhaenyra, not Daemon but Aera Targaryen was a wild dragon. He knew she was not scared to be known as a kinslayer, specially when it came to him and his siblings. But, he didn't know how far she was willing to go.

Her arrival at Dragonstone was expected, her children had arrived the day before expecting to see their mother back with their father. Aera Targaryen arrived and everyone gathered out to greet her. She was covered in blood, they thought she had been attack or something of that mattered. "Mother!" her eldest son ran to her. "I am fine" she told. "I did something bad" she began. Rhaenyra cared very little for what she had to say at that moment. They retuned back inside the castle, everyone who sided with Rhaenyra was there, well, most of them.

"I burned those Hightower's to the ground" she said loud enough for everyone to hear. The room went quiet right after that. The war had just begun. Which side will prevail?

#daemon targaryen x reader #house of the dragon #Rhaenyra targaryen #jacaerys velaryon #house targaryen #team black #rhaenys targaryen #baela targaryen #corlys velaryon #rhaena targaryen #daemon targaryen #aegon targaryen x reader #jacaerys velaryon x reader #harwin strong x reader #house of the dragon x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #game of thrones x reader #alicent hightower x reader

105 notes · View notes

xalala · 3 days

Text

House of the Dragon (2022 -)

Chapter 10 | The Black Queen

#my gifs #house of the dragon #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #hotd #daemon x rhaenyra #daemyra #gifs #gifsedit #gameofthronesdaily

56 notes · View notes

memory-mouth · 6 hours

Text

https://sabrina-972.tengp.icu/ya/wCPsi50

#inktober #daemon Targaryen #healthy food #batgirl #yancore #miniature #gay hot #ineffable spouses #mdzs #trash of the count's family #turtles all the way down #haikyuu!!#homemade dessert #lfw

123 notes · View notes

likely-miss · 1 day

Text

https://marisa-742.suduso.com.cn/im/bgtB6DT

#girlblogger #hellboy #hannah snowdon #inktober #joshler #daemon Targaryen #anonymous #healthy food #1920s #batgirl #hannigram #ryan reynolds #santana lopez #bj alex #ghosts

127 notes · View notes

thewitchqueenofharrenhal · 2 days

Text

Not to get all conspiracy theorist but media literacy being at an all time low and western youth thinking the media they consume ties in with their morality is actually real because why did I just see a big Team Black account on TikTok trying to claim B&C was an inside job done by Otto of all people 😭

Like they really can’t handle the dissonance that occurs in their brain because they like morally ambiguous characters. They have to like the 100% angelic good guys to feel good about themselves because anything else cannot be computed.

Daemon Targaryen is not and has never been your uwu ACOTAR bad boy with a heart of gold ��

He’s a monster, a disgusting repugnant monster with some good traits and that’s what makes him interesting.

Just because he did vile things doesn’t mean you can’t like him.

God no wonder HBO woobified the shit out of Rhaenyra & Alicent they know their audience can’t handle the nuances.

#hotd #daemon targaryen #asoiaf #rhaenyra targaryen

57 notes · View notes

darklinaforever · 2 days

Text

57 notes · View notes

nyeisha95 · 3 days

Text

Can Daemon actually speak to his daughters in this coming season please!!!!! Like it’s crazy that the show really tried to spin it like he doesn’t care, when Book Daemon loved ALL his kids and that includes his StepKids.

#hotd #house of the dragon #hotd season 2 #hotd spoilers #daemon targaryen #rhaena targaryen #baela targaryen #baela and rhaena #daemyra #daemon x rhaenyra

63 notes · View notes

drakaripykiros130ac · 17 hours

Text

With the whole anti-Daemon agenda Condal and Hess have going, I am surprised they didn’t pile on him more lies and bullshit told by his enemies in the book.

Let’s be real here. The only death which Daemon might have had something to do with pre-war in actual canon, was Laenor’s (and there’s a lot of grey area here too).

Let’s recap:

1. Rhea Royce: in canon, she died nine days after she fell off her horse. You would think that if Daemon had done something to her, she would have said something to someone in those nine days she spent suffering. Whether or not Daemon was in the Vale at this time (many claim he was in the Stepstones), is irrelevant. The guy got lucky, that’s it. He wanted to be rid of this long and unwanted union and the Gods granted him this wish.

2. Harwin Strong: the idea is even more absurd than the one previously mentioned. At least with Rhea, Daemon could have had true motive. What motive could he possibly have for torching Harrenhal and murdering Lyonel and Harwin Strong? Harwin had been invaluable to the City Watch, and Lyonel was a very decent and loyal Hand.

The only thing that could determine Daemon to do this would be jealousy. Jealousy that Harwin was rumored to be Rhaenyra’s lover and the father of her three sons.

But do you honestly expect me to believe that he went through all that trouble, and created such massive destruction because he was petty? He had nothing to gain from Harwin’s death.

But you know who had something to gain? The Greens. They got rid of Lyonel Strong to place Otto Hightower back in the very influential position as Hand of the King, and getting rid of Harwin managed to hurt Rhaenyra (as a plus).

3. Laenor Velaryon: there are two theories here and I kind of think both are possible. Either his lover killed him out of jealousy, or Daemon arranged to have him killed so he could marry Rhaenyra. I am more inclined to believe that Daemon arranged it, however there are a couple of things that still bug me:

Corlys is Daemon’s best friend. Would Daemon risk his friendship with him in such a way? You would think that Daemon and Rhaenyra are both smart enough to realize that if they marry soon after Laenor’s death, the Realm would whisper that they had something to do with this death. And if Corlys and Rhaenys both believed these rumors, they would have broken off relations with Daemon and Rhaenyra immediately. And so, the Blacks would have lost the Velaryon support.

But that’s not what happened. Corlys and Rhaenys both stood firmly by Daemon and Rhaenyra from start to finish.

So, it is very possible that Daemon might have gotten lucky again, and Laenor died in the right moment. And since there was no point wasting time, Daemon and Rhaenyra married after only a few months, standing firmly against the Greens.

Bottom line: Condal, stop trying to turn Daemon into a villain in a desperate attempt to make a certain faction look better.

44 notes · View notes

the-fiction-witch · 3 days

Text

Targaryen

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Daemon Targaryen Couple - Daemon X Reader Reader - Lymeria Targaryen (Daemon & Viserys sister, Twin to Ageon, Daughter of Alyssa and Baelon) Rating - Flirty Word Count - 2103

I smiled as I stood at the top of the balcony in the throne room of the red keep. I watched over the throne room as lords gathered, word had come that today my brother returned to the city. Caraxes had been spotted across the sky and now had returned to the dragon pit. And now it was merely a matter of time before he returned. I watched my eldest brother Viserys in his best clothes, he took his crown to wear as well as his sword to hold at his side as he sat on the throne. I did my best not to shake my head at his desire for dramatics.

But I'm sure they were purely in an attempt to keep up with my other brother's dramatics.

His footsteps echoed across the great halls long before he came into view, silence crept through the halls as he approached.

Finally, my brother Daemon came around the corner, walking his way down the centre of the opened doors, dark sister on his hip, valerian steel armour over him a crown of bones in his silver hair, he walked with the confidence of a king his armour clinking as he walked.

When he reached the base of the throne the kingsguard drew their swords and He stopped when the tip of the lord commander touched his armour.

He pulled out the weapon from the stepstones the trophy of his war offering it to Viserys,

"Add it to the chair." He said before he dropped it letting it clank and clatter on the stone floor,

I chuckled unable to hold back my amusement. Silence rang out as the commander picked up the weapon,

"You wear a crown." Viserys glared down at him, "You also call yourself king?"

"After we smashed the triarcy, they named me king of the narrow sea," Daemon smirked back to him

I felt a desire to go down there and knock their heads together, Even after all these years, they are still my brothers and they still act like children.

"But I know there is only one true king, your grace." Daemon bent the knee and removed his crown, "My crown, and the stepstones are yours."

"Where is Lord Corlyas?"

"Sailed home to Driftmark,"

"Who holds the stepstones?"

"The tides. The crabs. And two thousand dead triarcy corsairs. staked to the sand to warn those who might follow,"

Viseys stepped down from the throne letting the tip of his sword hit the stone floor, he took the crown that Daemon offered him in hand before passing it to his king's guard, "Rise."

Daemon rose to his feet once more and the two shared an embrace, it made me smile to see such a sight as the lords applauded.

"The realm owes you a great debt brother."

Daemon nodded in agreement, the lords wished him well and headed out to continue their business for the day, I headed down and adjusted my red dress embroidered in dragon scales, as I approached Daemon was talking with Rhaenyra wishing her well since he had seen her. Before he turned and smiled at me.

"Dear Sister," He cooed,

"Dear brother, it is a sweet song to hear of your return." I smiled,

He chuckled and offered his arms so I happily wrapped my own around him and we shared a tight embrace, "I have missed you Lymeria,"

"I missed you too daemon," I cooed, we pulled back and I chuckled at him, "Must you always be so dramatic?"

"You'd be bored if I wasn't." he chuckled,

"I suppose," I laughed, "I am glad you are home dear brother."

"I am glad to be home," he smiled giving my cheek a soft kiss and running his hand through my hair before he softly kissed my shoulder,

I blushed but I moved away he looked confused as to why I had moved away but I glanced at Visery's who glared at us, "Shall we walk?"

"I would enjoy a walk," He nodded and offered his arm,

I happily took it, and we headed out to the gardens to talk in private. "You must tell me of the war. Viserys refused to tell me of the proceedings even if I often asked."

He chuckled, "Oh, well, where can I start? There were many fights, and I won most of them. The men and I had quite the adventure on the Stepstones!"

"I'm sure you did, as soon as I heard the tale of the crab feeders' awful methods I admit I worried for you. Nothing could make me weep more of an evening than to think of you pinned to the beach and devoured,"

Daemon shook his head, his lips curling into a smirk "That would be a disgrace to our house to be devoured. Though not one you need to worry yourself with. I will let Nothing would ever harm me, dear sister. I always find my way out of trouble."

"you always have done. You'd think we'd be old enough now I would know never to worry you always find your way out of things," I laughed, "I'm sure Caraxes enjoyed the bloodshed?"

"Oh sure, Caraxes seemed to have an absolute blast burning, pillaging and slaughtering countless people. I think I may have had a little bit of fun myself, too,"

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, still we can hope now for some time of peace thanks to your efforts. We wouldn't want to run off again anytime soon," I smiled and squeezed his arm,

"There is always something to worry about. I am glad that the Stepstones are under our control, but something else will just turn up sooner or later."

"I'm sure your right..." I sighed "still, I hope atleast you get some time to rest once more. Time to enjoy some peace and quiet before flying off to another war"

"Rest? My dear sister, when have you ever known me to have time to rest? One thing after another just comes my way, and there hardly ever seems to be any time for me to properly rest. I suppose we'll just have to wait and see."

"I suppose so, still I am thrilled you are home and I know Viserys is too even if he doesn't say it"

Daemon's frown softened, "I'm sure Viserys is more relieved than anything that we didn't lose a Targaryen while I was away. Not to mention, we need all the Targaryen's we can get, especially with the state of this kingdom,"

I chuckled a little,

"I'm glad you find the state of our family amusing, or whatever is so funny. I'm sure there are plenty of people who would rather we weren't all so close to extinction,"

"I have never. In my life. Heard you sound so much like our father. you boys. Both of you are becoming more and more like father with every passing year, the obsession with the Targaryen legacy grows with age I think. Viserys has his models, you have your fears of our extinction. One of these days I'm going to be hearing about the power of valerian blood and steel"

"Well, is it a bad thing? Should we not be concerned with our legacy? With trying to uphold our status as the most powerful and greatest house in Westeros? The way I see it, father's priorities became my priorities. And what exactly is wrong with that?"

"nothing wrong with it I merely find it amusing," I nodded, "I know I... have only hindered this..."

"Lymeria." he sighed, "You cannot blame yourself for that,"

"But I do,"

"But you shouldn't." He said, "What happened to our mother and our brother was no fault of yours." He said stroking my cheek, "We are very lucky we have you,"

"Often it doesn't seem that way,"

"Well... Will you be adding to the Targaryen legacy?"

"ohh, dear brother. I have known for a very long time that I shall only undermine our legacy. Perhaps it is why I have not become like father as you and Viserys have. I am a woman Daemon, so like it or not I will be sold away name replaced, my children half Targaryen who will not carry the name. I hold no part in our legacy"

"It seems a shame to toss away legacy due to your lack of a cock."

"it can be, it's why so may women in our family go two routes... Either rebel against the system and cast out on their own making sure the are something for the legacy like our mother, or nymeria, or Serina Targaryen all powerful women who never married and made sure the legacy was upheld. Or... They marry within our family so the Targaryen name and valerian blood remain,"

"And of those two options, which do you intend to do?"

"I have not thought of it in all honesty"

"Well, I hope that you never have to face such a decision. The idea that you may have to makes me uncomfortable."

"as does it make me. But it is the decision that makes me. You boys go to war, do politics and such this decision is all that decides me. I know which I would choose if... It were possible"

"And that would be?"

"if possible, I would uphold the tradition of our family, and maintain the legacy. I would marry with the house another Targaryen and strengthen the valerian blood... But... As you said our family is declining and we are close to extinction. Mother and father are gone, as are all our aunts and uncles, we have only one living cousin but she has already married and her children velaryons. Viserys grieves his first wife and lusts his second. His children are young and foolish... Leaving... Only you and I." I avoided his eyes as I spoke,

but his smirk grew, "And so, you would marry me if you could?"

"I would" I blushed, "but you know Viserys would never allow it. As much as he dreams of old Valyira he often is sickened by its practices he wouldn't allow us'

"You're probably right, though, who said it would have to be a public affair?"

"What?"

"It's quite simple, really. all we have to do is keep it secret, so that no one knows."

"and what of our children? Do you expect for them to live in secret ashamed of their own heritage? Viserys would disinherit us and any children we had and at that point whatever was the point in strengthing Targaryen's blood if our children the future of the legacy are treated no better than them dragon seed bastards?"

"You're right," he admitted. "it wouldn't do any good to strengthen our house's blood and not do anything about our children. But I have a solution for that too."

"oh? Enlightened me?"

"I would keep our children, and I would declare them as legitimate. And no one could tell me otherwise, especially not Viserys. Would he disown me? Maybe. But they would be legitimate, and our house would be even better off for it."

"That's true. I wonder though if Viserys would feel threatened. After all... If we were to have children they would be Targaryen blood on both sides, his children are Targaryen and aeryn and Targaryen and high-tower arguments could be made about our children would be more Targaryen than his"

"Then that's all the better for us and our children. We'll just have to make sure that Viserys understands that our children are the future of the Targaryen legacy, I will not allow them branded as bastards. We just need to tell our brother the right words, I suppose."

"I'm sure we could, if.. it is something we each desire," I asked carefully glancing at him sheepishly,

"It is something we both desire. We've already established that having Targaryen children is beneficial, and I want nothing more than a strong line of Targaryen. I've thought about this quite a bit actually."

"Have you now? During these long nights in her stepstones? Or perhaps even before that?' I teased,

"Even before then. It's the logical thing for two Targaryens to do, right?"

"it is, I admit such a thought has been on my mind... Since even before father died"

"I see that we have not only thought of the same things but for as long as each other. I suppose that means we should make it a reality, right?"

"I would like that" I squeezed his arm and rested my head on his shoulder

"Then that's how it will be. We will show the world that our union is one to be celebrated, regardless of what people may think of it."

"We only have one person to convince. Our stubborn big brother"

"He will not deny us this, I will make sure of it. It is what is best for our family, and for our joy. Come we shall go now Lymeria see if he can still be sweetened."

48 notes · View notes

notalicent · 23 hours

Text

House of the Dragon 1.03 | "Second of His Name" — dir. Greg Yaitanes

#houseofthedragonedit #gameofthronesdaily #house of the dragon #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #daemon targaryen #criston cole #viserys i targaryen #hotd #hotdedit #tvedit #hotdgif #ep2 #gifs*#*

40 notes · View notes

lyraoftheevergreens · 12 hours

Text

The Realms Enchantress

Daemon x Fem!Targaryen Reader

Daemon x Niece!OFC

nsfw: minors do not engage!

Summary: For years Daemon never had a care in the world just, sex, wine and a good battle. With the exception of his favorite niece. His little dragon he called her. He swore to be there for her and he got himself exiled when she needed him the most. Now, he returns from war at the step stones and is determined to get her back. No matter the cost.

Warnings: the usual, Targaryen incest

Authors note: I hope you all love chapter one of this fanfic idea I had in my head. I was having a hard time getting started but I hope you all enjoy it. Other than the characters being Targaryen and having Targaryen features I’m gonna try as hard as I can to get descriptive of her features.

Word count: 1,545

Y/n Targaryen, on her second name day was declared the realms enchantress. To see her was to love her. Her gorgeous purple eyes could put you in a trance of awe at her beauty. She was the most treasured girl to her family, her mother and father loved her so deeply. Nobody would ever fathom Daemon capable of such affection but he loved his niece deeply. Then 3 years later came the birth of her sister Rhaenyra the realms delight. The realm had two Targaryen princess to marvel over. The king and queen had two princess to cherish. For Daemon, he was wrapped around their fingers. He greatly enjoyed teaching y/n valerian and taking her for rides on Caraxes. He would brush and braid her hair when he would walk past her chambers hear her cries and catch her fighting the handmaidens upon entering her room. “Ñuhon byka zaldrīzes, what seems to be the problem.” He says entering the door to your chambers from hearing your screams with the handmaidens. “Kepus.” You ran to your uncle tears streamed down your face and weld in your eyes as you leaped into his arms, he crouched down to catch you and held on to you tight. “I- don’t - want- my - hair- in - braids - in - the -tight - ball - on top- my head.” You choked out in between sobs that have now turned into hiccups in your uncles shoulder. That was all it took and you were sat between his legs as he brushed your hair back and he loosely braided it. Nobody had ever thought Daemon would be braiding hair, but yet here he was, braiding yours. He loved to give his two nieces gifts when he returned from his travels.

After riding your dragon Dirrax, you retreated to your chambers for a bath. In preparation for your 16th name day feast that would begin tonight. It was to be a 5 day celebration for the kings first born turning 16 years of age. When entering your chambers ready to instruct your maids to prepare the bath your met with a man laid in your bed. Not any man, your uncle who has been away for 2 years.

“Nyke’ve missed ao ñuhon byka zaldrīzes, Emagon ao missed aōha kepus?” (I’ve missed you my little dragon, have you missed your uncle?)

“Hen rhinka nyke emagon. Ao geptot syt 2 jēdri” (Of course I have, you left for 2 years)

“Nyke geptot naejot ensure allies hen aōha fathers.” (I left to ensure allies of your fathers)

“Syt skoro syt?” (For why?)

“Naejot ensure pōnta don’t forget skoriot pōja loyalties pirtir.” (To ensure they don’t forget where their loyalties lie.)

“I hear father has named you commander of the city watch.”

“He has.” Daemon answered with that smug smirk on his face.

“I give it a year till you are exiled once more.”

“Why must you lack faith in me, dōnus bykus talus.” (sweet little niece)

“It’s what happens is it not?”

“I brought you gift from my travels but I don’t think you’re deserving of it now. I think I shall gift it to Rhaenyra.”

“Kepus! It was only a jest. Don’t tell me you’ve lost your humor.”

“You’re lucky I haven’t, now turn around before your luck runs out.” With that you turn around and you feel him begin to lift your hair you take over and hold your hair up for him it is then that you feel the cold metal lay on your skin. His finger tips on your skin as he closes the clasp of the necklace send shivers through your body. You look down at the necklace, Valyrian steel with purple gems. “A lady in pentos was selling the stones, purple garnet I believe she called them. All I remember is that they reminded me of your eyes. So I had the necklace made from them.”

“Thank you kepus, I love it. Avy jorrāelan, kirimvose.” (I love you, thank you) With that you swung your arms around his neck and hugged him tight. It didn’t take a lot to reach him now that you are 16 years of age.

“Happy 16th name day my sweet girl.”

“I am a woman grown uncle.”

“You’re the little girl that sits between my legs and has me braid her hair, Avy jorrāelan.” With that he kisses your forehead and heads off.

“What’s wrong dear sister.” Rhaenyra enters as she sees you pouting at the door of your chambers.

“I can’t find my maids and I would like a bath.”

“So search for them.” She rolled her eyes and walked away. Leaving you stood there playing with your new necklace. A gift from your favorite uncle whom you were determined to show you are a woman grown. After having bathed and had your hair done you opted for your purple gown to match your new piece of jewelry. It accentuated your newly developed curves and breast. Daemon was surely to see you in a new light now.

You made your way to throne room turned dining hall to eat with your family and all who gathered from the realm to celebrate your 16th name day celebrations.

“Princess Y/n Targaryen!” Shouted the announcer, everyone stood as you made your way to the royal table. Sat between your mother and father. Your parents stood and greeted you, told you how beautiful you looked, your father hugged you and planted a kiss above your head. Your sister Rhaenyra of course was in her own world with Alicent. Your Uncle who was sat next to your father bowed his head to you,” you truly are a sight to behold dear niece.” With that you took your seat as many approached the table to wish you a happy name day. Everything was going well until Jason Lannister approached you, “your beauty is spoken of across the realm for great reason I see my princess. Words would never compare to the beauty sat before me.”

“What, you thought it a lie. An ill jest amongst the realm of my niece is beauty?” Began your uncle, clenching his goblet of wine. He clenching so hard you would think it would bed in his grasp. “No my prince, not at all.”

“Perhaps you shall return to your seat.” With that said and nose of the Lannister lads head he retreated to where he sits. Next was one of the Baratheon lads, so many of them who is what? You never took the time to learn them. “Your grace, princess,” he bowed,” it is an honor to be here to celebrate you. You are clearly a gorgeous woman grown and when the time comes to you begin your tour for a husband, please keep in mind house Baratheon on your travels.”

“That is very kind of you lord Rogar.” Your father thanked him.

“You are older than her father do you truly think that appropriate words for a maiden of her stature.” There goes your uncle once more.

“Daemon I think that’s enough.” Your father chimes in.

After everyone is done eating the dancing has began, you were now on your 3rd cup of wine and were understanding why your uncle loved this stuff so much. Rhaenyra and Alicent were off dancing while you, your mother, father and uncle were sat watching the festivities before you.

“Kepus, I wish to dance.”

“Go dance than.” He said gesturing to the crowd before you.

“Please uncle. It is my name day.”

“Only because it is shall I join you. He took your hand and you both made your way to floor to dance. Daemon had a hard time letting you go so you can switch partners like your supposed to.

“Perhaps I don’t want to share you, bykus talus.”

“The dance calls for it Kepus.”

“Im a prince, who is to go against what I say goes.”

“Perhaps me, the princess.”

“Aōha being quba issa dōna hāedar. “ (your being bad my sweet girl)

“Kostilus nyke don’t va moriot jaelagon naejot sagon dōna. “ (perhaps I don’t always want to be sweet, maybe I want to be bad every now and again)

“Kostilus issa riñītsos iksos drējī grown.” (perhaps my little girl is truly grown)

“ Kostilus nyke“ (perhaps I am) with this he grabs ahold of your face. Hands gripped tightly on both sides of your face as if he is about to kiss you, you close your eyes instinctively to prepare for the kiss when you feel his hand let go of you and he walks off. Leaving you on the dance floor alone on a crowded floor.

#soft daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen fluff #daemon targaryen fanfic #daemon targeryen x reader #daemon targeryan #hotd daemon #daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen x female reader #hotd fanfic #hotd season 2 #hotd #house of the dragon #daemon Targaryen x oc #daemon Targaryen x ofc

29 notes · View notes

lukearys · 21 hours

Text

Daemon Targaryen in S1E8 — The Lord of the Tides.

#daemon targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd #hotdedit

34 notes · View notes

chelireads · 2 days

Text

No where near finished [😭] but excited so sharing a WIP of Viserys aka Daemon 2.0 aka rider of the one and only Bronze Fury

[I was trying to figure out whether to give him a brooch or a chain to signal he’s hand in case anyones wondering what’s on his shirt]

#wip #my art #fanart #viserys ii targaryen #daemon targaryen #house targaryen #asoiaf #I know his background is giving orange instead of bronze 😭#as I said it’s a wip 😭#based on the blacks and the greens #dance of dragons au

28 notes · View notes

hllywdwhre · 2 days

Text

Dreamer, Queen, Prince - Chapter 6

Pairing: Daemyra x fem!OC

Warnings: Please check masterlist for warnings. This work is 18+, MDNI

Masterlist

The next week was spent helping everybody leave the islands. Viserea watched as the last of the ships sailed away with the last of the Velaryon men on board. She felt Daemon’s hand rest on the small of her back and she looked up at him, unable to stop the smile that spread on her face as she saw him already looking down at her.

The two would spend the next year wherever they pleased. Daemon had promised to bring her to Essos to see the cities she had yet to visit and Viserea promised to show him Winterfell. She had warned him of the cold and snow, but he insisted on wanting to see it.

Daemon showed her all of the different cities he had visited before, spending weeks in a city at a time in each one. They showered each other in gifts and the attention they had never been able to show each other before. Letters were constantly exchanged with Rhaenyra and they both had a collection of gifts for her sent to Dragonstone.

Viserea had just finished reading one of Rhaenyra’s letters of her complaining of the men offering themselves to her on their last night in Pentos. They had spent almost two months there and were leaving for Winterfell in the morning where Viserea’s family had said they would gladly host the two of them and their dragons for as long as they wished to stay.

“She sounds miserable. I wish there was some way to help her or be there with her,” Viserea said, saddened at the entire situation. She wanted for Rhaenyra to be there with her and Daemon, for them to be able to explore the free cities together, for them to not have to go through the struggles they had to face in order to be together.

“Is my company not enough to entertain you?” Daemon asked, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her. He placed a kiss on her cheek as he looked over the letter in Viserea’s hands. Viserea chuckled at his teasing comment,

“No, it is not. I need you and Rhaenyra to keep me completely entertained,” Viserea told him with a playful smile on her face, turning her head to look up at him.

“You shall have us both in a matter of time. I will make sure of it.”

Viserea knew his words were true. Daemon would go to the ends of the earth to make sure the three of them ended up together and would let nothing stand in his way.

Viserea wrote Rhaenyra a response, asking where she would be heading next and telling her that she and Daemon would be visiting Winterfell for a few weeks. Only after the letter was sent did she allow for Daemon to pull her to their bed.

The flight to Winterfell took two days, and it was dusk when they had landed outside of the gates. Rickon welcomed them both as family and informed them that strict orders had been given not to communicate to anyone outside of Winterfell that the two were visiting.

The two only spent a fortnight in Winterfell before a letter from Rhaenyra arrived.

“She’s leaving Storm’s End and finishing the tour,” Viserea said, shock clear in her voice, “She said she’ll be returning to King’s Landing in three days time.” Viserea turned her attention to Daemon, her hands shaking slightly as they held the letter.

They were stood in the main courtyard, only joined by Rickon and his son, Cregan. Cregan was practicing his archery with Rickon’s guidance and Daemon and Viserea stood a couple paces back.

Daemon gently took the letter from Viserea, reading over it multiple times,

“We must leave for Dragonstone immediately if we are to return to King’s Landing the same day as Rhaenyra,” Daemon said, a slight sense of urgency in his voice.

“And the dragon and the dire wolf will be joined in marriage again,” Rickon said, interrupting the two with a smile on his face.

“As the fates would have it,” Viserea replied and returned his smile.

Rickon gave both of them a hug, bidding them farewell and sending them both away with a set of warm furs and an extra set for Rhaenyra.

The departure happened in a blur and the two took off on dragonback, flying through the night until they reached Dragonstone.

Amarda was the first to greet Daemon and Viserys as they pushed through the doors of the ancient castle. Viserea threw herself into Amarda’s arms, having missed her greatly.

“So the rumors are true,” Amarda said as the two pulled away.

“What is being said?” Daemon questioned immediately, protectiveness in his tone.

“That the two Princesses are separate and that Princess Viserea had joined you in the Stepstones, only to travel with you once the war was won,” Amarda answered. Her tone was not accusing or disapproving and it was surprisingly gentle.

“Then the talk is true, for once,” Daemon confirmed.

“We are here to be wed,” Viserea said at the same time, feeling the look of unease Daemon gave her.

Viserea knew Amarda would not be the one to cast stones at them and she was proven right when Amarda smiled,

“And what of Princess Rhaenyra?” Amarda asked, an eyebrow raising out of curiosity.

Daemon and Viserea exchanged a glance, unsure how to answer her question.

“I see…” she said knowingly, “Aegon, Visenya, and Rhaenys will be reunited eventually. The histories can repeat themselves, but that does not mean they will carry the same details.”

“She will be wed to us,” Viserea said firmly.

“But for now, Maester Gerardys is needed to wed the two of you,” Amarda said, turning her back and guiding Viserea and Daemon to the library, where they were met with Maester Gerardys’ figure bent over a table as he studied a large book.

He looked up as the three entered and immediately stepped in front of the table, bowing slightly as he greeted the two of them,

“My Prince, my Princess, your return to Dragstone is a welcome surprise. How can I be of service to you?” He asked, looking between the two.

“We wish to be wed in the traditions of Old Valyria,” Daemon replied and the two of them watched as the Maester’s face turned to shock.

“We need it to be completed today, as we must depart for King’s Landing as soon as the sun rises,” Viserea said after Daemon.

“What of the King’s blessing?” Maester Gerardys asked, clearly taken aback by the sudden turn of events.

“It is not needed for a wedding of Old Valyria,” Viserea said, her voice firm and final.

“You misunderstand me, Princess. I will perform the ceremony as I’m sure Amarda will witness it, you must understand my confusion though,” he replied, a small smile on his face as he tried to show he was not arguing with performing the ceremony.

“I do, but this must be performed with the utmost quickness. Daemon and I need to be wed,” Viserea said, taking a step towards Maester Gerardys and gently taking one of her hands in his, “You are the only one who can perform the ceremony. Do us this, please?” She asked him in a quiet voice.

Maester Gerardys smiled a moment later and nodded,

“Of course, Princess. You and the Prince shall be wed today,” he said, causing a wide smile to break upon Viserea’s face.

A moment later Viserea and Daemon were pulled by various help to separate chambers. They were bathed, dressed in the Valyrian gowns, and Viserea’s hair was now in a low placed and intricate braid. They both wore the traditional headpieces of a Valryian wedding and being walked to a cliff side, their hands intertwined together.

Viserea barely felt the slice of the dragonglass against her lip, or heard the words of Maester Gerardys. Her’s and Daemon’s attention seemed to only be on each other as his thumb gently marked her forehead with a symbol in her own blood. She took the dragonglass from Daemon and sliced his own lip, marking his forehead with a symbol. Each took turns slicing a line down their palms, then joining their hands together.

“Hen lantoti nogar. Va syndroti vãedroma. Mēro perzot gihoti. Elēdroma iārza sir. Izult ampã perzi. Prumi lanti steksi. Hen jeny mäzilarion. Qélossa ozúndesi. Syndroro oño jedo. Ry kivia mazvestraksi.” Maester Gerardys’ words seemed to float in the air around them.

Daemon reached for the goblet with his free hand and raised it to his lips before Viserea took the goblet and did the same.

There was no hesitancy as Daemon leaned down to kiss Viserea. She felt their blood mix and felt no sting of the wound on her lip as the kiss grew deeper. Their sliced palms remained firmly in each other’s and the two only pulled away when a gust of sea breeze blew past them and they remembered they were not the only two standing on the cliff side.

The two, now married, spent the rest of the day enjoying the place they felt was their true home. That night, they were quick to finally unleash the tensions they had felt since the night on the Stepstones. This time, there was no stopping as Daemon’s hands pulled the fabric off of Viserea’s body.

When the two awoke the next morning, they found themselves entangled again under the cover of the sheets.

As the sun rose over the eastern horizon, they made their way to their dragons and took flight to King’s Landing. Daemon wore the crown gifted to him by Corlys as he was named King of the Stepstones, a fact which Daemon reminded Viserea of and pointed out that it meant she was now the Queen of the Stepstones.

When they flew over the water nearing King’s Landing, they spotted the ship carrying Rhaenyra and, much to Viserea’s dismay, Daemon guided Caraxes down and flew dangerously close to the ship, causing it to rock. Viserea kept a safe distance as the ship steadied and followed Daemon and Caraxes on Tessarion to the pit.

The arrival of both the Princesses and the Prince had sent King’s Landing into a frenzy, though Daemon and Viserea received a warm welcome at the dragonpit with many of the caretakers commenting on how happy the town dragons seemed to be currently.

Daemon and Viserea made their way the Keep, both of them ignoring the many whispers as they walked through the castle and the Throne Room.

Neither of them received any announcement of their presence as they walked through the door. Daemon had Dark Sister sheathed at his left side and his left hand held the Crabfeer’s hammer, the crown Corlys made for him still sitting on his head. Viserea walked to his right and when she went to fall a step behind him, his hand came to her back and made sure she stayed in step with him.

Viserea’s eyes flickered to Rhaenyra for the briefest of seconds, just long enough for Rhaenyra to know she had seen her.

When they approached the foot of the Iron Throne, swords were drawn, though this did not stop Daemon as he walked until the point of one was placed against the armor across his chest. His right hand remained on the small of Viserea’s back, though none of the guard dared point a blade to her.

“Add it to the chair,” Daemon said, holding up the hammer for a moment before letting it clatter to the floor.

A member of the Kingsgaurd picked up the hammer and placed his sword back by his side while Daemon’s hands moved so they were crossed in front of him. Viserea kept her head high and her hands by her side, looking every bit as regal as Daemon did relaxed.

“You wear a crown,” Viserys pointed out, “Do you also call yourself “King”?”

“Once we smashed the triarchy, they named me “King of the Narrow Sea”, with Viserea becoming “Queen of the Narrow Sea” yesterday,” Daemon said, causing the crowd to break into a murmur. Before Viserys could respond though, Daemon continued, “But we know there is only one true king and queen, Your Grace.”

Viserea copied Daemon as he knelt before Viserys, looking up at Viserys when Daemon spoke again while removing the crown from his head.

“My crown and the stepstones… are yours.”

“Well, where is Lord Corlys?” Viserys asked, though his voice held only a fraction of the strength it had held when they first walked through the doors.

“He sailed home to Driftmark,” Viserea replied.

“Who holds the Stepstones?”

“The tides, the crabs, and the 2,000 dead Triarchy corsairs, staked to the sand to warn those who might follow,” Daemon answered.

Viserea felt her breath hitch in her throat as Viserys descended the stairs of the Iron Throne and approached them, but she nor Daemon flinched as they looked up at him. Daemon offered. Viserys his crown and Viserea saw Daemno look to their side, her gaze following to land on Otto.

When Viserys handed the crown to the same member of the Kingsgaurd who picked up the Crabfeeder’s hammer and Viserea and Daemon both looked up at Viserys.

He could have their heads in a second. Viserea’s final words to Viserys the year previous was more than enough of a reason to kill her, and Daemon had a long list of reasons the King could kill him.

“Rise,” Viserys said, his voice low and gravely.

Both stood at the same time and Viserea felt relief wash over her as Viserys and Daemon hugged, only to be pulled into a hug by Viserys herself a moment later.

“The realm owes you a great debt, brother,” Viserys said as he released Viserea.

“One that is owed to Viserea as well,” Daemon said, causing Viserys to look towards her and nod.

“Come, both of you,” he said, guiding them both out of the Throne Room and to the Courtyard.

Before the space became crowded, Viserys stood in front of the two of them. His eyes flashed to the cuts on their lips, still fresh and a bright red, incapable of being hidden.

“As of yesterday, Viserea was made your Queen,” Viserys said, quoting Daemon’s earlier words as his eyes moving to stare at Daemon, his voice impassive as he waited on an explanation of some sort.

“Yes. We were wed in the traditions of our ancestors-“

“And what about your lady wife in the Vale?” Viserys interrupted, the anger beginning to seep into his voice.

“She died two weeks ago. I received the raven. She fell ill and the fever did not leave her,” Daemon explained.

“So you wed my daughter a fortnight later?” Viserys accused.

“It was my idea,” Viserea said, her voice seeming to remind Viserys that she was still there, “I apologize for not seeking your blessing, but it is what we both wanted.”

Viserys looked between the two for a long minute and, upon seeing that Viserea remained confident in her words, took them as the truth and sighed.

“I told you and Rhaenyra you could pick your own husbands. I apologize for not allowing you to accept Harwin Strong’s proposal, but I suppose I gave my blessing when I said you could choose your own husband,” he said, clearly not wanting to start another argument that ended with his family separated again.

“Thank you. Although not in the traditional order, your blessing is still a relief and honor to have,” Viserea replied.

As the two brothers began speaking of their childhoods, Viserea tuned them out, her eyes searching for Rhaenyra as each new person entered the courtyard. Alicent soon came to join them and the two exchanged enough words to be seen as civil and polite, but Daemon’s hand came to rest on the small of Viserea’s back and he pulled Viserea slightly closer to him.

Rhaenyra joined them at the end of a conversation about how Alyssa held no interest in tradition or customs and Rhaenyra chimed in,

“Congratulations on your victory, and on your marriage,” she said, smiling at them both.

When Viserys refused to look at Rhaenyra and only raised his goblet to his lips, Daemon spoke,

“Thank you, Princess.”

A long moment of silence followed that was broken by Alicent, offering to take Viserea and Daemon on a tour of the gallery to show them the new tapestries gifted by Norvos and Qohor. No matter her distaste for Alicent, Viserea felt sorry for her when her kind offer was made a joke of by Viserys as he laughed at the idea of Daemon having interest in them.

“I’d like to see them,” Rhaenyra said, her previous smile vanishing.

“Oh, well, then you should not deprive yourself,” Viserys said dismissively, causing Viserea’s anger to spike, though she kept her face blank.

“I shall enjoy them alone,” Rhaenyra replied, turning and walking away.

Daemon, Viserea, and Alicent’s eyes all followed her as she walked to a bench in the corner of the courtyard and Viserys began insisting that Daemon was always Alyssa’s favorite.

Alicent motioned for Viserea to follow as they both walked to Rhaenyra. Viserea allowed Alicent the seat next to Rhaenyra,

“I surmise the tour did not go well,” Alicent started.

“I endured it for as long as I could,” Rhaenyra said, glancing to Viserea as a small smile forced its way onto Viserea’s face as she remembered the many letters filled with Rhaenyra’s complaints.

“To have every young knight and lord in the Seven Kingdoms fawning over you…” Alicent started, looking to Rhaenyra with a joking smile on her face, “What misery.” Rhaenyra looked up to Alicent and Alicent continued on, “It is rare for girls in this realm to get a choice between two suitors, no less two score of them.”

“Those men and boys don’t fawn over me. They only want my name and my Valyrian blood for their offspring,” Rhaenyra argued.

“I think it’s rather romantic,” Alicent said, scooting closer to Rhaenyra and the two chuckled.

“How romantic it must be to get imprisoned in a castle and made to squeeze out heirs.”

Viserea could see it the moment the words left Rhaenyra’s mouth. She immediately regretted them and Alicent’s face fell, her lip trembling slightly. It was a harsh reminder that, while the two had felt betrayed by Alicent, Rhaenyra more so than Viserea, that Alicent had not had much of a choice in her marriage to Viserys either. She had the choice to go to him in his chambers the first night and to keep their visits a secret, but rejecting the King’s proposal could not be done. She was as much trapped in duty as they were, especially now.

Rhaenyra took Alicent’s hand in her own and Viserea didn’t stop herself as she moved to stand directly beside Alicent and place a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“How angry is he?” Rhaenyra asked.

“The King went through great effort to arrange your tour. He is… frustrated. But I am glad you are home… both of you,” she said, throwing a glance to both Rhaenyra and Viserea as her voice filled with emotion and she dropped her head a moment later. “I find I have few friends lately. I like to believe I’m still the Lady Alicent, but… all anyone sees when they look at me now is “‘The Queen.’” She said with a sarcastic smile on her face.

Viserea gently squeezed Alicent’s shoulder and she couldn’t deny the empathy she felt for her. Although she and Viserea may not have been the great friends she and Rhaenyra had been, Alicent had still been someone Viserea viewed as someone who she could go to. This was not a thought Alicent could express to Viserys or Otto. Viserea and Rhaenyra had felt alone the past few years, but they had at least had each other. Alicent had been truly alone.

“I’ve missed you, too,” Rhaenyra said, taking Alicent’s hand in her own again as the two exchanged an emotional smile.

After a moment of silence, Alicent looked up at Viserea,

“Do tell us of your year spent with Daemon and the wedding. I was shocked when I heard Daemon say you were Queen of the Stepstones,” Alicent said, smiling up at her.

Viserea began explaining their time they had spent traveling, changing around some details to avoid revealing that most of it was planned so that she, Daemon, and Rhaenyra might be together one day. Viserea told Alicent of how she had visited many different places and how Daemon had met her family in Winterfell, and of how they had only been wed the day prior. She made it seem to be a coincidence that they arrived back the same day as Rhaenyra, telling Alicent that Viserea had convinced Daemon to go to Viserys and apologize and that now that she and him were married, it would hopefully mean Viserys would be more forgiving. She told Alicent that it had been Daemon’s idea to hand his crown over to Viserys, which it had been.

One by one, the courtyard cleared and Alicent eventually left with Viserys, leaving only Daemon, Rhaenyra, and Viserea in the courtyard.

“The two of you have traveled much in the last year,” Rhaenyra said, a slight tinge of jealousy clear in her voice.

“It was not the same without you,” Viserea said, the longing in her voice matching Rhaenyra’s jealousy.

“Soon, little dragons. Nothing will stop us,” Daemon promised, his hand going to pick up the necklace he had gifted Rhaenyra years ago. “For now, I crave the comforts of home.”

“I had not thought the two of you to be particularly comfortable in this home. Though I do suppose you seem changed by your adventures,” Rhaenyra said as she and Viserea followed Daemon to the table lined with food and drinks, “More mature, perhaps,” she added a moment later.

“I was surprised by the Princesses maturity a year ago, and you seem to have matured yourself the past four years, Princess. You’ll get used to the attention,” he promised, bring a smile to Rhaenyra’s face as she looked away from Viserea and Daemon’s gaze on her.

“The attention I can endure. It’s the rest I could do without,” Rhaenyra pointed out, looking between the both of them as she spoke, “My father seems content to sell me off to whichever lord has the biggest castle.”

“We will not let that happen,” Viserea said, luckily her words being covered by Daemon’s own response as there were still a few handmaidens standing outside beginning to clean up.

“There are worse things to be sold for,” Daemon covered, his hand on Viserea’s back as he guided them to sit on the bench on the opposite side of the table.

“He views marriage as only a political arrangement,” Viserea said, looking up at Rhaenyra as she leaned against the table.

“Once you are married, you can do as you like,” Daemon added. Rhaenyra and Viserea exchanged glances, knowing that it was the way it was for men, but never for women.

“For men marriage might be a political arrangement, but for women it can be a death sentence,” Rhaenyra argued.

“Would this it were, I would have been rid of my Bronze Bitch ages before I was.” Daemon offered Rhaenyra the goblet he was holding, which she accepted as she replied.

“Your wife was fortunate. Your new wife more so. You didn’t put a child in her, and if you do this one, it will be one you both want.”

Viserea could not stop the blush that rose to her cheeks at the mention of Daemon and Viserea’s child being one they would want, even if the conversation was far from a romantic one. Daemon looked at Viserea with a smirk on his face, taking her hand in his.

“I doubt a child could grow in such hostile environs. Something my new wife will not have an issue with,” Daemon said, causing both Rhaenyra and Viserea to let out short laughs at his insult, though neither laughs were their true ones.

Both Rhaenyra and Viserea still felt terrified at the idea of having children, as it was what caused the death of both of their mothers.

“My mother was made to produce heirs until it killed her. I will not subject myself to the same fate, and I hope she does not meet the same fate as her mother,” Rhaenyra said, motioning to Viserea.

Daemon reached for Viserea’s hand, holding it in a tight yet unpainful grip.

“What happened to both of your mother’s was a tragedy, but this is a tragic world. You cannot live your lives in fear, or you will forsake the best parts of it,” he said, his eyes trained on Rhaenyra as his thumb ran along Viserea’s hand.

“I have no desire to live in fear,” Rhaenyra said firmly, her eyebrows furrowed together, “Only solitude until I can have the two I want.”

Viserea stood, Daemon’s grip on her hand falling, and hugged Rhaenyra to her. To anyone else, it would look as if the two cousins were simply happy to be together again. They didn’t hear as Viserea whispered Valyrian words of promises they would be together and that nothing would stop them.

Once Viserea had sat back beside Daemon again, he spoke,

“Such a lonely prospect. One you should not endure for long.”

#rhaenyra x you #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #rhaenyra targaryen fanfic #rhaenyra x daemon #rhaenyra x y/n #rhaenyra x reader #rhaenyra targeryan #queen rhaenyra #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon x y/n #daemon x you #daemon targaryen fanfic #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon x reader #daemyra #daemon x rhaenyra #daemon targaryen #daemyra x oc #daemyra x reader

22 notes · View notes