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del-thetiredwriter · 1 year

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Team Blacks reaction to Y/N’s suicide

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its what teams black reaction after this fic :Do you love me , Say you love me

Warnings: my bad writing and English. English is my second language

Tag: @lilithskywalker

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Rhaenyra couldn't believe her ears when she heard the news. She fainted on the spot. She still hadn't gotten over the shock when she woke up. Her only daughter, her beloved daughter had taken her own life. First Visersy, then Lucersy now you… She had heard of your miscarriage. She knew that feeling of helplessness, loneliness, pain… but she didn't think you were going to commit suicide. Her dreams of after winning the war, opening her arms and hugging you were all shattered.Rhaenyra blamed Aegon and the other greens for your death. This marriage should never have happened. She had asked you many times if you had consent in this marriage. She wished that she had never let you leave and marry.

“My stupid daughter , my poor naive daughter why did you left my side, why did you left your mom like this.”

Jacaerys heard the news from his mother. He was so shocked that he didn’t know how to react . Did his sister, the sister he loved more than himself, committed suicide? Jacaerys was enraged. To him, you didn't commit suicide, you were killed. He was the first to oppose your marriage. He had begged you over and over not to be with Aegon. That's why you fought so many times and told him you were happy… jacaerys gritted his teeth. He wanted to make Aegon suffer he stole you from him . Not only to steal your mother's throne, marry you, and cause your death now he didn’t let you have a proper funeral and took your body.

"I swear, Aegon, I'll make you experience a thousand times what you did to my sister !"

Baela and Rhaena have nothing to say. Both are in deep mourning. You've always been a big sister to them. They hadn't been this sad since their mother Laena died. They did not want to eat, drink , did not want to do anything. They calmed down by crying on your shoulder at their mother's funeral, you comforted them but now it was neither you nor your consolation for them to calm down.

Daemon wouldn’t react much to outside. He would only console his wife, Rhenyra by saying that he would take your revenge. You weren't very close with Daemon but when Daemon heard that you had committed suicide, he felt strange. It's an uncomfortable feeling. He took pity on you when he learned that your body was still held by Aegon, and that there was no funeral. You may not be very close but at least you should have peace after death and he will do his best for it.

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whorefordaemon · 1 year

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Requests open?

Hear me out babe.

Daemon making love with his daughter!reader and rhaenrya finding out about them and started to be more observant towards them and getting jealous because she can't have daemon 🫶

"All that I am, belongs to you.."

Warnings: nsfw, incest, creampie, infidelity, Daemon Targaryen.

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Rhaenyra watched from her place at the table as her prince danced with his daughter.

She had no wish to judge, after all she looked more favorably upon her firstborn too.

And Daemon Targaryen's love for his eldest child could not be overstated. Everyone knew how much he loved the girl.

'My sweet Dragon' He called her.

He loved Baela and Rhaena too. And Aegon and Viserys were their little darlings.

But she was special. Quite obviously so.

She watched as Daemon pulled his daughter closer after a dip, his hands around her waist tightening and her eyes never leaving his. Her hands gripped his broad shoulders and squeezed as she let out a laugh at whatever he had whispered in her ear. A soft, sweet sound that had her husband smiling as well.

That was not how daughters act with their fathers.

As the song slowed into a softer tune, the kind of dance being performed also changed. The only people that remained in the center hall were courting pairs.

It should have been a sign. But she supposed Daemon and his daughter were too caught up in each other to notice.

Daemon did not ask Rhaenyra to dance even once, all his attention focused on his darling.

She laid her head on his chest as the dance continued, cheeks flushed red and a soft, contented smile on her face. It was as if nothing else existed in the world but them.

Rhaenyra gripped the table cloth, her nails denting her palm as she watched the two.

This wasn't how things were supposed to be! She was supposed to be the most important person in Daemon's life, her children should've been his first priority!

She watched, silently stewing in anger but unsure of what to do when suddenly, her half-brother Aemond stood up from the table, his fists clenched as he approached his wife.

He got right in between the father and daughter.

"Nuncle! May I have the chance to dance with my wife?" He asked, already pulling her away from Daemon.

Rhaenyra didn't miss the dark glower Daemon sent his nephew's way as he moved back to allow Aemond to take his daughter's hand.

His daughter didn't seem to enjoy dancing with her husband nearly as much as she did with her father it seemed. Because for the rest of the dance, she merely swayed to the tune and her smile was obviously forced.

Daemon wasn't doing any better as he sat at the table, next to her and yet it felt as though she was barely there.

He kept glancing at his daughter, whose own eyes often wandered back to her father even as she held her husband's hand.

This is simply not done!

Rhaenyra scowled. Yes, they were Targaryens and the rules and customs of common men didn't apply to them but, this was too much, even for Targaryens.

Fathers don't fuck their daughters! Even Valyrians refrained doing something so depraved.

She pulled at his sleeve, getting his attention, though it was half hearted at best. "Daemon, I'm not feeling very well, take me to our room." Emphasizing the need for him to be there with her.

Daemon sighed before nodding. He got up and went to his daughter. He pulled her from Aemond and whispered someone to her before kissing her forehead and coming to take her.

The sweet smile on the girl's face could easily be mistaken for familial love.

But Rhaenyra knew better.

As they walked, Daemon barely spoke to her, only holding her hand to help her balance. She noted how he didn't try to pull her any closer. There was an invisible space between them and it stung. Worse than she had expected.

He laid her on the bed, no kiss on the forehead as he helped her take her jewelry and the heavy dress off. He took care of her. But she felt no love for her from him.

"You won't stay?" She asked as he turned to leave.

He rolled his eyes, "I'll come back after checking up on the children." He didn't wait for her reply and left.

Rhaenyra bit her lip, reigning in the desire to throw something at him. She needed him more than the kids. Why couldn't he see that?!

Sleep evaded the Crown Princess as she waited for her husband to return. Tossing and turning in the cold bed.

Their children weren't toddlers! They had maids! Why was it taking him so long?!

She waited a little while longer before her anxiety got to her, getting up and going to look for her uncle.

She checked the boy's quarters first, Jace and Luke were asleep in their beds, Baela and Rhaena held onto each other in their shared bed and her little ones were asleep in their nursery. All safe and asleep, their maids present and shaking their heads when she enquired about Daemon's whereabouts.

Daemon wasn't with any of them. He hadn't even visited any of them.

Her thoughts returned to his eldest daughter. His Sweet Dragon.

She was married with a babe of her own. Surely she didn't need to be tucked in by her father?

Rhaenyra thought she should go back to bed but the thoughts didn't leave her and she found herself moving towards his eldest daughter's quarters.

Like the Queen and King and Aegon and Helaena, Aemond and her slept separately as well.

The long hallway was surprisingly unguarded and Rhaenyra held her breath as she went closer, just hoping the doors weren't locked.

She slowly pushed open a door, peering into the dimly lit room and as she took in the sights her hand immediately went to her mouth to prevent herself from screaming.

'It wasn't fucking fair!'

Daemon was there, his attention solely focused on the body under him. His hands had a fierce grip on the girl's hips as he repeatedly pulled her to himself. His large hands encircled her tiny waist. He grunted after a particularly hard thrust, making the girl shriek as well.

She was nearly naked, her skirts raised around her waist and the top of her dress unlaced just enough that her large, perky breasts were able to peek through.

Her hands were tightly gripping the bedding as she bit her lip in a desperate bid to contain her moans.

"Kepa.." her soft whimpers were nearly drowned by the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.

Their movements were hurried and fast. Rough. Daemon's hands went from her hips to wrap around her shoulders, pulling her up and making her sit on his lap.

Bringing her closer to him.

The skirt hid the fact that his cock was currently nestled deep, really deep given their uncomfortable position, into his daughter's cunt.

She threw her head back, long silver locks splayed across her father's chest as she leaned back into him, a loud shriek escaping her despite how tightly she held her bottom lip between her teeth. Her chest rose rapidly as she breathed out harshly. Her breasts bounced out of her flimsy shift.

"My sweet....sweet girl. My dragon.." Daemon whispered to her in Valyrian. One of his hands went down, under her skirts which caused the girl to buck up into him rather violently, almost hitting him as she threw her head back and let out a loud moan.

"Ah!...fuck!"

His other hand immediately went to clamp around her mouth. But he didn't stop his ministrations. The repeated thrusts of his hips only increased as did the movement of his hand under her skirt.

She was trying to scream over his hand now as her bucking and shaking only increased. The way she moved up as though the feeling was too much but then immediately moved down as if she already missed him.

Daemon leaned in to kiss her hair, a soft gesture that bothered Rhaenyra more than anything else they were doing.

"Come on, my sweet dragon...mine..." Daemon whispered in her ears, hands slowly leaving her mouth to harshly grope at her breasts.

She immediately let out a loud moan before again biting her bottom lip in a vain attempt at keeping quiet. One of her hands went to grab her father's arm, begging him to relax his harsh grip. Daemon didn't.

"Kepa, I can't...I can't be quiet.." She wimpered, tears welling up in her eyes, making Daemon chuckle and he kissed her shoulders.

"We have to. We don't want to wake up our little babe now, do we?" She took a deep breath and nodded at his words.

Did the mention of her babe, her husband's child bring no thought, no shame to her mind?

"Kepa, Kepa I want another.." she whimpered, tilting her head to look at him. Her eyes hazy as though she had been drunk. "I want another babe! One simply isn't enough! Please..uh, uh..Oh fuck!...AH-"

She closed her eyes and her hand went to her mouth as she tried, desperately, to stifle her loud moan as she shuddered violently, creaming his cock no doubt.

Daemon groaned, "So tight...so fucking tight and wet!" She moaned at his filthy words.

"All for you..only you Kepa!"

"You want another babe, don't you? A little pure sister for our pure Valyrian son?" Rhaenyra felt her heart stop at the words she was hearing.

Their son?!

"Yes! I want a little girl..Fuck! Ah...And then another boy! I want to give you ten sons!.. Then ten more!" How shameless her words were.

How they pleased Daemon though as he groaned before pulling out of her and turning her to face him.

Her whimper and protests were muffled as their lips met. Her hands immediately going to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer in.

She pushed him backwards before moving to sit on his lap.

Daemon lined up his cock before pulling her down, closer to him, both moaning lowly as she took him inside her again.

"This is better isn't it, love? I can see your sweet face." Daemon whispered to her.

His daughter blushed red before nodding. Looking him in the eye, "So much like yours Kepa. I'm all yours." She told him, removing some of his hair from his face, tucking it behind his ears.

Daemon smirked before he thrust upwards, bringing out a loud moan that he silenced by joining their lips.

His hands again gripped her waist, taking advantage of her petite frame to roughly pull her down on him.

The obscene sounds of flesh meeting flesh made their pathetic attempts at keeping quiet completely irrelevant.

She wrapped her hands around his shoulders, her nails digging into the fabric of this tunic.

Daemon's eyes were on his hands on her hips, intently and roughly pulling her, his daughter, to him.

Again and again and again.

She threw her head back, face and body twisting up in pleasure as she whined and moaned like a wanton whore.

"Fuck!..yes, yes, yes...Kepa, give it to me. Please...please, I want another baby! Another pure Valyrian babe!"

Daemon chuckled, bringing her head closer to pull her into yet another kiss.

Their lips met and she let out a soft whimper when he bit her bottom lip.

"Yes..another. A sister for our son to fuck one day.." By the Gods, his words were so vulgar...

She giggled, bringing him closer and holding him to her chest. "Kiss me there.."

Daemon obeyed and soon, she was again whimpering as he began to suck and fondle her large breasts.

Rhaenyra watched the two of them. So intuned to each other's emotions.

How sweetly Daemon comforted and spoke soft praises whenever his daughter got overwhelmed.

How the girl held onto him, refusing to be parted from his embrace even as he flipped them over, his body covering hers almost entirely.

"Harder. Harder please Kepa..please.." she sobbed as her pleasure peaked yet again.

Daemon comforted her by peppering kisses all along her collarbone. His head buried in her neck as he no doubt whispered soft words of love to her.

His thrusts became sloppy as his grip on her tightened. "Fuck!" He shouted as he came. Deep inside her.

"Yes...Give it to me please Kepa! I want another baby! So bad!"

Daemon grunted and leaned up to kiss her again. Both caressing each other as their lips met.

It broke Rhaenyra's heart to see the bliss and love in Daemon's gaze as he looked upon his daughter. And his lover.

She couldn't bring herself to speak another word. This was too much, she wanted to be gone from here. She couldn't take it.

This couldn't be true. Of all the people, Daemon couldn't have betrayed her like this. Not him! Anyone but him!

She still stood by the door. Long enough to listen to the final stab at her heart.

"I love you, Kepa. With all my heart.."

"I love you too, my blood and seed. Mine. All of you is mine..."

#Daemon Targaryen #Daemon Targaryen x reader #Daemon Targaryen smut #Daemon x reader #Daemon Targaryen fic #Rhaenyra Targaryen #Aemond Targaryen #They're just there #No body in this fic cares for them sorry...#father x daughter #smut #asoiaf

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ileenahajax · 3 months

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◼♦️🔥Rhaena Targaryen 🔥♦️◼

Rhaena Targaryen is the daughter of Daemon Targaryen and Laena Velaryon, twin sister of Baela Targaryen.

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Slightly book accurate and background represent Team Black due conflict of succession. There will be other characters I need to add up.

#a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #game of thrones #house of the dragon #house targaryen #valyrianscrolls #valyriansource #rhaena targaryen #baela and rhaena #daughter of Daemon Targaryen #rhaena of pentos

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vsenyatargaryen · 1 year

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Nerves of Fire

a|n; I love the idea so much!😂 hope you like this @witch-of-letters

Daemon Targaryen x Platonic Daughter!Reader , Rhaenyra Targaryen x Platonic Daughter!Reader

warnings: fluff

Translations; Kepa ~ Father || Muña ~ Mother

There had been very few times in his life where Daemon Targaryen could remember feeling nervous. He had always been so self assured, and though he understood the many dangers of the world, he always thought ahead - always felt prepared for whatever might come his way. That side of his nature had only grown after Rhaenyra gave birth to their first child. A beautiful daughter. You.

At the age of 8, you had found yourself your very own dragon. One that neither he nor Rhaenyra expected.

Your parents could scarcely believe it as you described first meeting your dragon, named ‘Cannibal’ by the small folk of Dragonstone, on the island where you lived. You told them the tale of how you bonded with him, managing to calm him as he stood guarding over the remains of various carcasses. He was terrifying and magnificent all at once. You’d never felt such an array of excitement and fear, but you knew, in your heart - he was meant to be by your side. He was meant to be claimed by you.

The first sighting your parents had of you flying on Cannibal’s back around Dragonstone felt like something from a dream. The dragon was so calm, so content in your presence. The opposite to the usual ravenous dragon who terrified the local people, animals and dragons.

Despite being one of the largest dragons, he navigated the sky with such ease, his wings gliding through the wind. You were so small and fragile in comparison, but it was like you were born to be carried by him.

“Kepa! Muña! Will you come and meet him now?” You rushed into your parents' chambers, paying little attention to the ladies in waiting styling your mothers hair for the upcoming tourney, or the septa calling your name as she tried to catch up with you after running off from your lessons. Spending the day with your dragon sounded much more interesting.

You were quick to be at your fathers side as the septa caught up with you, panting for breath.

“I apologise, your grace, my prince,” she looked between your parents, wide eyed. “l tried to get her to stay at her lesson.”

“I am not a dog,” you commented.

Rhaenyra and Daemon shared a glance, your father unable to hide his smirk at your reply. You seemed to resemble your parents more every day, a fact he found such pride in.

“Thank you, septa,” your mother replied with a polite smile. “She can spend the rest of the lesson with her father.”

The septa bowed her head and left, closing the door behind her.

You turned to your mother with a furrowed brow, “When will you meet Cannibal, Muña?”

Rhaenyra leaned forward, pressing a kiss on your cheek. “I’ll come and join you once I’m finished here, sweet girl,” she told you, and you grinned in response before taking your fathers hand in yours, unable to hide your excitement.

“Come along, Kepa,” you tugged at him, “before I send you to the septa.”

“She wouldn’t want to deal with me,” Daemon laughed, letting you lead him out of the chambers and through the corridors.

Despite the nerves gradually growing inside him at the thought of coming face to face with the infamous wild dragon who feasted on his own kind for the first time, he knew couldn’t let you down.

After all, he would do anything for you. Even stand in front of the Cannibal himself.

There were no men willing to stay alongside your dragon, not even while you visited him up in the hills. He didn’t like anyone near him. The dragon would only accept you.

The trek across the island to Cannibal’s lair wasn’t far and the dragon seemed to sense your presence before you even reached him. With a bellowing roar, he swooped in from the clouds and landed in front of you, his dark, narrowed eyes focusing on your father as he bristled.

“Lykirī, Cannibal! Bisa iksis ñuha kepa. Lykirī!” [Calm, Cannibal! This is my father. Calm! ] you shouted, hand raised out in front of his large head, his teeth bared.

The prince bowed his head and lowered himself to his knees out of respect, silently reminding himself to stay composed as he watched you reassure and coax the dragon to obey. ‘Lykirī, Daemon. Lykirī. Even though the blood of the dragon runs through your veins, you are really not to his taste.’

This was one time Daemon was definitely content to not be desirable.

The strong blow of air and stench of Cannibal’s breath slowly faded from Daemon’s presence as the dragon focused back on you, gently nuzzling against your outstretched hand.

Daemon looked up and slowly stood, amazed by the interaction between you and the dragon. The bond between dragon and rider was always something special, but no one ever imagined it would happen with the Cannibal. Daemon Targaryen never imagined his daughter would be the one to claim him.

“Sȳz, (good),” you praised, breaking into a giggle when the dragon dropped to the ground and rolled onto his side, playfully blowing a little air at you through his nose and knocking you backwards into the arms of your fathers, who couldn’t help but laugh along with you.

#dad Daemon #daemon Targaryen x daughter!reader #daemon targaryen x reader #hotd fanfic #happynerdwrites

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chachamaru-sama · 3 months

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I’ve been trying to finish this one for a month. A gift for a very talented, persistent and awe-inspiring @sweetestpopcorn, hope you liked it 😉

Here we have left-to-right Rhaena, Visenya and Baela, the canon we deserved)

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floatyflowers · 1 year

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Hello. Can you write for Dark Platonic Father!Daemon Targaryen x Daughter Reader?

You can also consider it a prequel to Fairest of Them All

You are his daughter with Rhea Royce, making you his firstborn child.

Born with a soft and innocent nature, unlike your parents.

Even though you were Rhea's daughter, Daemon still loved you, and believed you to be a more Targaryen then a Royce.

The rouge prince would take you riding on Caraxes from time to time, in hopes that you have the bounding with the beast as him.

Rhea didn't like how close you are with Daemon, the man she hates so much, so instead, she makes you stay with her in Runestone.

Of course, this made your father angry and ended up killing your mother, leaving your full guardianship in Daemon's hand.

But he manipulated everyone into believing that lady Royce fell off her horse and broke her neck, resulting in her death.

When Daemon married Laena, you thought his overprotectiveness over you would end, but it only increased.

It was clear who was Daemon's favorite child is after the birth of your younger sisters.

But as you grow older, you start to get tired of his suffocating love and attention, and decided to leave Essos and return back to Runestone.

Yeah, a bad move from your side, because the moment you announced your plan, Daemon snapped, and locked you up.

"Let me out, you can't keep me locked up forever, Kepa!"

"I suppose I have given you too much freedom, a mistake on my part"

Indeed, you were right, Daemon didn't keep you locked up forever.

When Laena dies, you find your father getting remarried to Rhaenyra.

And to have you under his control, he betrothed you to Jacaerys.

Who seems to have the same tendencies as your father.

#tw: toxic relationships #yandere house of the dragon #platonic yandere #daughter reader #daemon taragaryen x reader

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acewithapencil · 4 months

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“The dead girl had been named Visenya, Princess Rhaenyra announced the next day, when milk of the poppy had blunted the edge of her pain. ‘She was my only daughter, and they killed her. They stole my crown and murdered my daughter, and they shall answer for it.’”

#asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #fan art #my art #rhaena targaryen #rhaena of pentos #joffrey velaryon #lucerys velaryon #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #jacaerys velaryon #baela targaryen #aegon iii targaryen #viserys ii targaryen #visenya targaryen #visenya (daughter of rhaenyra)

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genz420 · 7 months

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The Fire That Burns With Us - Chapter 96: The Dance of Dragons.

Master List

Previous Part

138 - Harrenhal

The news had not yet reached Harrenhal.

The news that the Reds had taken the capital.

That his innocent sister Helaena had thrown herself out her window in her grief.

That the mighty dragon that is Morghon had been killed by Vermithor and the dragonseed Hugh Hammer.

That the Blackwood knight had disappeared after the revelation of the death of Queen Helaena.

That the all dragons in the dragonpit and the young prince Maelor had been killed.

Or of what Aegon had done on Dragonstone.

Aemond had yet to know that the Velaryon fleet led by Corlys and Laenor was searching Blackwater Bay for any sign of Visenya. But the mangled pieces of Silverwing, Vermithor, and Morghon had been littered on the water's surface.

Aemond had returned to Harrenhal after receiving a letter from their forces that the rogue prince and the blood wyvern were approaching. He was accompanied by a dragonseed Nettles and her dragon Sheepstealer, who seemed to be flying towards the Vale.

The one-eyed prince would not allow his uncle to seize Harrenhal while they took the capital away from the greens. Aemond was fully ready to embrace his name as Kinslayer. To end the life of the mighty prince Daemon and his deformed dragon.

He plans to remove Dark Sister from Daemon's soon-to-be-burned corpse and give it to Visenya, for she should wield the sword while he takes Blackfyre and the conqueror's crown. A fantasy that the prince holds onto like a fool.

Aemond hadn’t missed Harrenhal. The only thing bringing him back was the thought that Daemon would try to have his children harmed and that he could end the Rogue's life. But deep feelings in his stomach warned him that death would come, maybe not for him.

The cold and bitter weather of the Riverlands was like a warning that he chose to ignore. As the mighty prince dismounts his dragon, the feeling of impending death does not leave him. That feeling only rises in his chest as he watches Daemon dismount Caraxes.

The two dragons had both lived a long and eventful life. Bringing greatness to House Targaryen and being blessed with some of the best riders the house has ever seen. Vhagar is a seasoned war criminal who helped shape House Targaryen from a minor Valyrian house to one of the strongest Houses Westorest has ever seen. Caraxes has bonded with Aemon and Daemon, fighting in the step stones and the Fourth Dourinsh War. But most importantly, the two dragons have bonded throughout the years, flying together with Alyssa, Baelon, and Aemon and then Daemon and Laena. But not the bond and feelings the Dragons had once shared are erased with the hate their current riders feel for one another.

The older of the two was wearing his dragon armour, Dark Sister at his hip. Daemon, too, was in the dark about the events happening in the East. Caraxes lets out a whistling whine of disconnect as Daemon leaves his side. Unlike his rider, Caraxes knew what was to come.

The two self-proclaimed Prince Constorts did not waste any more time; the air was thick and foggy as the two left the safety of their dragon's side and met each other in the middle. Both knew the fight would not start on land but in the air, another beautiful but tragic dance between dragons. Unlike Daemon, Aemond was not clad head to toe in armour, the simple chestplate that Rob had gifted him.

As the two reach each other, the tension rises with each moment they watch each other. Not long ago, each one of them held respect for one another and almost cared about the other. Perhaps they would have been closer if things were different, if the Greens had never schemed for the throne, and Daemon had never left for Pentos. For Aemond is Viserys son, yet he took after Daemon more than his own father.

“You were a fool to come alone,” Aemond is the first to break the tension, his voice deep, commanding yet soft as velvet. His tone is that of a man who knows the weight of his words but, yet Daemon can not help but think he sounds like a boy trying to command authority and power.

Aemonds grip is like a viper on the hilt of his sword. He was weighing the choice of drawing his sword and trying to end his uncle where they stood, but he did not have a valyrian steel sword like Daemon. He wasn’t wearing armour to protect himself. But surely he could be fast enough to draw his sword and drive it through Daemon. He has the advantage of youth and possibly more rage. Yet his body remains unmoving, and he almost looks like a beautifully carved statue as he glares at Daemon. The eyepatch burning against his skin, the sapphire underneath forever cold, like it held the souls of those claimed in this war, for that fateful night on Driftmark was the reason this war had advanced so fast.

Daemon shifts his weight onto one of his feet, his hands resting on the hilt of Dark Sister. His hand wrapping itself around the pommel, he has killed hundreds of men with the sword and no doubt the next victim would be the boy in front of him. A son for a son was not enough; he should avenge Lucerys by spilling the blood of his murderer.

“Were I not alone, you would not have come,” Daemon retorts, far more relaxed than the younger Targaryen. His shoulders were not tensed like Aemond's, and he could be mistaken for having a civil conversation with his nephew if it wasn’t for the matching grips on their sword.

Daemon knew that he could unsheathe Dark Sister now, drive it through the younger's stomach, and be done with it. Vhagar might burn him to death, but Ceraxes would be safe. Ceraxes would be available for his sweet Rhaena to claim.

Aemond would have come even if Daemon was not by himself, and he knows that Daemon would have never tried to approach Harrenhal again if Visenya had not gone to King’s Landing. A father is scared of his own daughter and what punishments he might face for daring to enter the Riverlands again.

Aemond brings his lips together in a tight line. Perhaps Daemon was right, but what could he have brought to make him waver in this fight? The dragonseed he had formed a relationship with? The Black Queen on his spoiled dragon? Daemon had no more allies that would make Aemond nervous about killing. No, he was the one with the allies. He could have stayed in King’s Landing, told Visenya about his plan, and asked her to occupy him. Brought Morghon and the Cannibal with them. But he refuses to make his wife a kinslayer like himself.

Both of them knew that going against one another was the only way they had a chance of killing each other.

“Yet you are, and I am,” Aemond tells Daemon, grip leaving the hilt of his sword as his arms apart and almost daring Daemon to unsheathe Dark Sister to kill him. Aemond doesn’t allow his feelings to affect his voice, the slight nerves he feels for the battle to come. Instead, he relaxes his shoulders to mirror Daemon and lets out a soft hum as a smirk creeps onto his face. “You have lived too long, uncle,”

Daemon puffs his chest out, eyes narrowing at Aemond as he speaks before slowly nodding, agreeing with him about the statement. Daemon has lived out many people dear to him. His mother, father, brother, grandmother, Aemna, Laena, his Strong Boys, and now his two daughters sired by Rhaenyra.

Daemon had lived on borrowed time since he fought in the step stones.

“On that much, we agree,” Daemon tells Aemond, giving him one final nod before turning his back towards Aemond, not fearing that Aemond might stab him. Aemond spares his uncle one last look before he does the same.

Both princes return to their dragons, praying to their gods for safety.

Daemon prays that he will be able to return to Dragonstone to give his wife the good news of Aemond's death. To see his daughters, all of them, once again. To be able to watch his sons grow. To bring justice to his son's death, to give justice to Lucerys.

Aemond prays to also return to his wife to give her the news of the death of Daemon and Caraxes. To remove the last power of the blacks. To be able to watch his children grow up in the red keep. To see his wife on the iron throne. To send his brother to the wall and allow his sweet sister to finally be happy and safe. To wear the conquered crown. To mend the realm and prove himself worthy of the name Targaryen.

But neither would have their prey answered. It is as if the gods had finally punished them for the peace and happiness they had lived in and punished them for their sins.

Because neither could return to their wives, the two Queens are now dead.

Rhaenyra burned by her usurper brother and his half-dying dragon. Aegon, the younger, forced to watch as his mother became ash and dragonfood. Only leaving a few charred pieces of her left.

Visenya having a dragonriders death. Killing the dragonseeds, Hugh Hammer, Ulf the white, and the two dragons Vermithor and Silverwing. But also, in the process, ending her own life, along with one of her dragons, Morghon. Both of their remains sinking to the bottom of Blackwater Bay, allowing Visenya to rest in the same waters as the rest of the Valeryons, just as she wanted. The cannibal flew East after circling the bay for two straight days.

Neither of them would see their children again. To watch their sons and daughters grow.

Aegon, the younger, now traumatized after witnessing his mother's death. Viserys is thought dead now in the lands of Lys. Baela is scarred from her battle with Aegon. Rhaena is safe and with her new hatchling.

Laenor, Daenys, and Aenar are being held within the ruins of Harrnehal, which is within his eyesight. If only Aemond had shared the gift of foresight, he might have climbed on his dragon, flown to Harrenhal, and brought his children to the now-claimed King’s Landing.

On that day, the 22nd day of the 5th moon of 138 AC. Aemond and Daemon, along with Vhagar and Caraxes, lost their lives. The two sets fall into the god's eye once Daemon leaped from Caraxes and plunged Dark Sister in Aemond’s one good eye.

The battle above the god's eyes would be the last battle of the Dance of Dragons. The Blacks dissolved quickly into the Reds. The Greens followed suit after the death of Aegon, the usurper on Dragonstone. The red held the capital but without a queen, leaving the succession of the Spiky Chair up for debate to the three small councils.

Once the arrival of the winter wolves and the Black Aly arrived in the shambles of King’s Landing, they made quick work of breaking the betrothal with Daenys and Rickon and instead betrothing Daenys with Aegon the Younger and Laenor to their daughter, Sarra.

Daenys becomes the “first” legitimate queen of the Seven Kingdoms with her consort Aegon II. A marriage that was closer to a friendship rather than a marriage. Yet both still did their duties to the realm.

Robert Tully denied the position of Daenys hand, instead returning to Riverrun to see his wife give birth to a daughter. She was quickly betrothed to Aenar, who later became lord of Riverrun, with his wife, Catelyn Tully, taking most of the title's responsibilities—a match made by the gods.

Benjicot took the role of the hand of the queen instead, along with taking on the responsibilities of raising the three children, not allowing anyone to hold or be near them for close to three years after the war, fearing that something might happen to the last connection he had to Visenya and Aemond. The Blackwood knight also protected the little Princess Jaehaera until she married Bloody Ben in secret one faithful day, becoming the lady of Raventree Hall.

The dance of the dragons was the true downfall of the house, Targeryn, for even years after the war in peaceful times. No house looked at the house the same; the death of the dragons allowed the once perfect marble of the house to crack and slowly, through the years, fall apart.

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Last chapter. I loved writing this story in the beginning as it was just a little daydream that my friend told me to write. I never thought that it would get this far, ever. I know that this story is cheesy, badly written, and probably full of plot holes I don't see. But I am dyslexic, and I never thought people would read this. Thank you all who have commented and read this far along. Truly the comments are the only reason why I didn't just give up on this story and delete it; they mean more to me than you could know.

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