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Chapter 24 Me and the Devil

Chapter 24 of Moonlight

A/N- who's the devil in this situation?

Warning- Swearing, angst, talks of death, suggested SA, Aegon! SPOILERS for future events of HOTD!!!!

Pairing- Cregan Stark x Velaryon!fem-reader, Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!fem-reader

Episode- After 1x09, events based off of Fire and Blood

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The powerful are powerless to someone…don’t you agree?

Even in death Helaena’s words play in your head, this time they’re more significant and you don’t brush it off. More so now as you face this cruel night. You’re a warrior, a dragon rider, a princess, you’re stronger than he is, but even still you can’t escape what follows after the wedding ceremony.

At least you have the power to numb it away. You numb it all away.

You could say you're lucky though because he couldn’t get it up, no matter how hard he tried. But that still doesn’t mean he didn’t find other ways to take advantage of you. That is why he married you after all. He didn’t want a Queen with dragon's blood to rebuild what you lost, he just wanted something to use.

At least you can numb it away and live in your head.

That’s what you do. You don’t live in your memories, you live in a void full of anger and only accompanied by your mother. You see her everywhere you go, it startles you and makes you want to bring it all to an end, but when her death plays in your head in a loop you remember that patience is key for this all to matter.

That’s what keeps you alive too, that rageful thought. You navigate your life almost as if you’re asleep after the wedding night until finally one night you wake up to her on that day.

“I love you,” she mouths.

You gasp and find that strength you didn’t have before to shove back the men that held you down and run over to her as fast as you can.

You run and run with no pain in your chest, you sprint towards her as fast as your legs can carry you, but you can’t reach her, so you plead. Yet no matter how loud you think you are nothing comes out, it’s just your mouth flapping.

“Y/N, help me!” You hear her bellow. “Y/N, help me!”

Finally, you get close, but the fire rains down and she turns to nothing. When it’s dark and cold again all you hear is Aegon laughing, you see his smile as he sits paralyzed and useless in his chair.

That’s when you wake up and see everything, but it all hurts, color burns your eyes, and even breathing hurts to keep doing. But you do it, you fight on, and realize you’re on the ship. You’re going back home—no, back to King’s Landing. It’s not home anymore.

It’s going to be such a pain!

At least you’ll have Baela though.

Nevertheless, you get out of bed, throw on a fur cloak, and walk out to watch the waves crashing against the ship and then admire the stars reflecting on the blue water.

King’s Landing is going to be so different now, so lonely and bleak.

“Y/N?”

You gasp softly and stand up straight to peer back, noticing Baela walking towards you.

“Good morning,” you greet and slouch again as you look at the horizon ahead.

“I’d say it back,” she says and joins your side. “But the stars are still out.”

“Yes, but the moon is leaving,” you point out. “So it’s morning. Early morning.”

Baela sighs. “Whatever.”

You exhale deeply. “I can feel her, you know? Astraea,” you say to try and not wallow in anything that might trigger you for now. You’ll have enough of it later. Besides, there's something you’ve been meaning to discuss.

“Not completely but I can feel her presence,” you muse, “I can feel her soul intertwined with mine. I’ve felt it ever since I was young. I feel her far from here, and it’s taking everything in me not to desire her here.”

“Yes,” Baela agrees quietly. “I felt Moondancer too, but…there’s nothing now. It’s quiet where there was once life. But,” she adds thoughtfully. “There’s hope instead of grief.”

You scan the area and when no one is nearby you lean in closer to her. “Silverwing is alive. You can bond with her and gain an upper hand against the Greens when the battle unfolds. That feeling has to mean that you have to try.”

Baela's eyes widen and she leans in and whispers back. “How do you suppose I do that? Call out to her like a madwoman? Sail to her? I’m not even allowed to be out, I snuck out.”

“If she’s meant for you,” you insist louder. “She will come when you want her to. You have to try.”

“And if I die trying? It’s not the same as hatching a dragon,” she argues.

You look down and clench your jaw for a second. “No,” you agree. “But I need you to try. Please try.”

Baela lifts her chin and exhales deeply, you see her anger but she pushes it down and averts her gaze. “I will try something,” she mutters.

“That's all I ask,” you say and nod before you look away too.

A moment of silence passes before Baela speaks up on something different. “Have you eaten?”

You lean over the railing and sigh. “Not recently, no. I just don't get hungry.”

Baela turns her body to face you and looks at you with a scolding look you catch right away.

“What?” You chuckle

“You,” she points, “need to eat.”

You smile and shoot her a pointed look. “Do I need to listen?” You quip. “I am the Queen.”

Baela shoots you a pointed look and remarks. “Every time you say that about yourself you sound like an asshole.”

You grin. “Well, it’s true. I am queen. Bow,” you tease.

Baela tries not to laugh but she cracks.

“I am your king,” she plays along. “You must rub my feet and change me like a babe.”

“Oh?” You laugh. “My king, I have a present for you. It’s a wooden cock because you can’t get yours up to save your life.” You joke between chuckles. “I'm sure you have experience with things up your ass, no?”

Baela snorts. “Y/N!” She pushes you back.

You chuckle. “It’s true! He has stuff in his chambers!”

Baela looks disgusted and like she’s going to ask something, but then Ser Jason approaches.

“We’re approaching King’s Landing, Your Grace,” he announces.

Your smiles fade and you groan. “Obviously.”

Ser Jason sighs. “May I talk to you?”

You raise and eyebrow and nod stiffly. “Go on,” you actually let him talk. “We can talk with my cousin present.”

He hesitates, but he steps closer to say his peace. “I know you’re upset, and you have every right to be, but if I had not done what I did you would’ve died that day too.”

Maybe he’s right, but you can’t forgive him, you can’t look at the positive side with your mother gone. Yet you want him to have that sense of security and think he’s safe the same way you felt with him before he betrayed you.

That's what you want his punishment to be before you turn your back on him.

“It will take time,” you lie and step closer to him, causing Baela’s jaw to drop. “But I can learn to forgive you.” You offer him a faint smile and lean over to kiss his cheek. “We’re all we have left,” you whisper and pull back.

Ser Jason watches you in disbelief before he quickly bows and smiles. “That’s all I ask.”

You smile wider at him and walk away with Baela trailing behind you. “What was that about?” She complains.

You peer back and shoot her a smug smirk and nothing else.

From there on since you’re not trusted you have to wait for them to take Aegon to the Red Keep before you’re allowed to follow. And considering all the chain of events that have transpired it’s not much of a warm welcome or any at all. When you get to the Green invaded castle only guards welcome you.

“Is this how you treat your Queen?” You spat.

“It was the king's orders,” the man says stiffly.

You scoff. “The king or his cunt of a mother?”

The men look at one another and want to scold you but you are their queen so they leave you be and lead you to your room instead.

And while you walk down the halls, the once familiar halls are like being in a stranger's home, the warmth that basked these decorated halls is now cold and dark. The halls are emptier than before, they’re like ghost towns now. Everything is a painful reminder of what was lost and what was ruined.

“In here.” They open the door and the moment you step in it’s like being slammed by a mighty wave made of your entire life.

You had refused to acknowledge which quarters you were getting assigned to, even if you had known the moment you got here that Aegon and his mother would plant something cruel like this. Because you knew you would stand rigid past the door just like now. Because you knew you’d die a little more inside when you saw your quarters.

Nothing had changed, the walls were still painted the same color, and the same paintings and tapestries you would study when you were a girl decorate the walls. The herbal and flowery scent that mixes in your nose takes you back to when you would run in here with news or gossip, or with a book your mother wanted you to read her. The same couch that you would lay on with your mother is in the same place but it's empty without her there to greet you. The bed you would jump on with Lucerys and Jacaerys sits there empty and cold.

No one filled the room, laughter didn’t echo out, and conversations didn’t welcome you. Memories are the only company you have, they flutter around the chambers, but they work to bring you to tears and fuel your rage.

Every memory you shared with your mother in these very chambers runs in loops in your head faster and faster as you slowly deeper wander inside. The words she'd say echo in your head and her smiles flash in your mind until you’re there again, in that yard in Dragonstone watching her mouth her last words to you with fear and tears in her eyes.

Only it’s not actually the real memory, it's the fake one your mind is torturing you with. That moment he killed her plays now over, over and over. Making the rage explosive to the point you storm over to grab a cutting knife left on a tray of fruit.

It’s not like he can fight you off, he can hardly move. Even if he can move anything he's weak, so it’d be quick and effortless. It’s not what he deserves but as long as you see him suffering that’s okay too.

However, when you reach your doors again they open and your grandfather walks in.

“Grandfather,” you greet in surprise to see him well and unharmed, whilst you hide the knife behind your back.

“Where are you heading off to?” He asks and walks in, making you step back.

You shake your head nonchalantly. “Just a walk.”

Your grandfather studies you hard for a moment before he turns and shuts the door behind him. You walk back to try and sit, but he suddenly grabs you by your arms and leans in close to sneer. “Are you mad?”

You scoff. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Your grandfather immediately pulls your arm out and snatches the knife from your hand. “Right now he's in the throne room surrounded by his people, you won’t get anywhere near him. That’s not even counting the fact that you’ll get beheaded for even thinking of it,” he scolds you and throws the knife, causing you to gasp and yank away from him to run after it as if your life depends on it.

“I’m still alive aren’t I?” You retort and try to pick up the knife, but your grandfather comes after you and grabs you to pull you up.

“Stop!” He yells and pulls you towards him. “Stop now! You’ve acted like a spoiled child long enough, going around the kingdoms without consequences, it’s time you grow up and behave like the Queen you are.”

You gasp at the strength of his grip, but look at him with anger.

“Let me go,” you act with authority. “One shout from me and they’ll take you back to that cell.”

“Do it,” he challenges you.

You part your lips, but as you’re about to utter something you can’t build the courage to rat him out, instead you push him away and step back, making sure to hold eye contact.

“I see her every night, I see her in him every day,” you mutter and rub your arms. “I’m in that yard every night in my dreams.” You glare at him and fight with yourself to keep from crying. “She cries out for me to help even though in reality she never did. And I try because I’m a warrior aren't I?”

“Best I’ve seen,” your grandfather mutters.

“And yet,” you counter. “I can’t save her. I couldn’t. She’s gone, and all I had left of me was burned away with her. So please let me just relieve me of my pain and let me kill that bastard.”

“You do it and you’ll die, the children you cherish will grow up without their mother—”

“I don’t care,” you answer truthfully and walk back to sit on the edge of your bed. “Does it make me a bad mother?”

Your grandfather sighs and slowly walks over to you to sit by your side. “That I cannot say. But I don’t think so. You’ve lost too much, it’s not easy caring while you’re dealing with grief.”

You drop your head and nod even if that does nothing to assure you.

“Listen to me well, child,” he whispers, making you lift your head. “You need to be smart about your plan. You go in brash and it will only end with him being untouchable.”

You blink and look at him confused. He glances at the door then looks at you and leans in. “The time of the Green reign will come to an end, and you can help me do it.”

“You?” You probe. “What do you mean? What are you doing?”

“Come down to the lower east hall an hour past curfew tonight,” he says, making you confused, but also piquing your interest. “A firefly shaped torch will be lit by the door. That’s where we’ll be. Tell only who you trust with your whole heart.”

Only a handful come to mind when he says those words, but nonetheless, you grab his hand and nod softly as a smirk tugs on your lips. “I will...thank you, grandfather.” You sigh with relief and without thinking you wrap your arms around him.

“I will help this kingdom and save you from this rotten marriage if it’s the last thing I do,” he assures you as he hugs you back.

You smile softly for the first time, however, you don’t feel safe in his presence anymore.

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*LATER THAT NIGHT*

All day since your grandfather told you about the secret meeting, you’ve been wary of going. You’ve been betrayed too many times to not suspect everyone, or your very own proud grandfather who is now out of the cell your mother put him in.

But you also know that turning your back on everyone is what made your mother flee from King's Landing, so there's only a select few you’re choosing to trust and have with you all the time in a place that’s surrounded by hungry vultures ready to tear at you when those protecting you aren’t watching.

Baela isn’t a trained warrior like you, but she does know her way around a sword, she’s smart too, headstrong, mischievous, experienced with politics, and loyal. There’s no one you trust more than her now. Which is why you’re bringing her with you, besides she hates Aegon as much as you do.

Yet she’s harder to reach than you thought. You convinced Aegon to let her have proper quarters, but he had them give her small quarters, and far ones too just in case she wanted to try anything. Luckily, the secret tunnels you know how to maneuver lead to her room, so it’s somewhat quicker since you’re not avoiding being seen. But she doesn’t know you’re going, so that’s bad too.

Which is why you slowly open the entrance and peek inside to make sure no one is with her. When the ghost is clear you spot her lying in bed already.

“Baela,” you whisper.

Said girl jumps and flips around with a small dagger in hand, so you quickly slip out and pull your hood off to show her it’s only you. “It’s okay, it’s just me! I came for you, so we can go somewhere.”

Baela’s face expresses many emotions, most of which you can’t see since the room is dimly lit now, but she makes sure to express it. “What in the seven hells is wrong with you? How did you come through there? Why?”

You step back and point to the secret passage. “I’ll explain on the way, just slip something on quickly we’re going to a meeting.”

Baela parts her lips to continue interrogating you, but she just exhales softly before she slips out of bed and slips on a simple gown just so she won’t be in her nightgown. After she shoves on her boots she quietly follows after you.

“What is this?” She asks.

“Secret passages that run all over the Red Keep,” you whisper. “My…mother would use them, she showed me around.”

“Oh,” she exhales softly and then continues with her interrogation. “What meeting are we going to at this time of day and using this maze?”

You peer back and shrug. “I don’t know really but it has something to do with killing Aegon and the greens so I wanted you to come with me.” You look ahead and she hums softly before she whispers.

“Thank you then…for trusting me.”

“There’s no one else I would trust but you,” you assure her. “Please don’t let me down, that's all I ask.” You look back and share a sincere pleading look.

Baela’s breath catches and her eyebrows knit together as she shakes her head. “Never,” she assures you.

The corner of your lips tug to a small smile, and now is when you feel that safety you longed for within these cursed walls.

“Good,” you say and then leave it at that to walk the rest of the way in silence.

Of course, once you come out of the passage and find the door with the firefly torch outside, you both hesitate.

“Are you sure about this?” She asks and looks at you.

You shake your head. “No. But I know there’s no other way to get rid of that monster up there so it’s the best thing we got.”

Baela nods and looks at the door. “At least we’re going in together,” she quips.

You smirk softly and nod stiffly before you sigh and step forward to slowly open the door. And the first thing you notice is the talking that silenced as the door opened. And second, is the shock on each of the men’s faces that surround the small wooden table when they see Baela and you, two women, enter the room. They look like they’ve seen a ghost or something even more horrifying.

“Your Grace, Baela,” your grandfather greets and stands up to quickly walk over and close the door behind you. “I’m glad you could make it.” He bows his head and turns to face the other lords who now stand and bow at your presence.

“Your Grace,” they greet.

The first person you focus on now is Lord Larys Strong though. Of course, he’s here, what else could you expect from a slimy snake?

He notices your glare, the murderous intent after he betrayed you, and lowers his gaze to act innocent. Something he’s not.

“Your Grace,” he greets and bows his head.

You fist your hand and step forward, but Baela grabs your wrist and pulls back. You snap your eyes to her and she meets your gaze to speechlessly tell you to stop.

You challenge her because after all he chose to betray you, you almost died because of him. You wanted to be his ally but he chose his own skin.

“Tell me what should stop me from killing you?” You ignore the warning and step forward to slam your hands on the table. “You sent a killer after me after we made an alliance!”

No one challenges you now, they just watch tensely as Larys lifts his head to meet your gaze. “I helped your mother,” he brings up.

“And you were also the one who helped Aegon out of here I assume?” You don’t care for evidence, you throw your theories at him. “You let my mother in, you betrayed me so why shouldn’t I kill you to prevent all of us here from getting killed?”

Everyone looks at the crippled man and waits.

“My word is not enough now I know,” he responds nonchalantly. “But I don’t want our kingdom to descend into chaos or be ruined by a war that is only further developing. I hope you understand that in order to get information from the Greens I needed to act like I was with them even if it meant betraying your trust. I apologize and I hope we can push it aside to work together and get rid of the tyrant who can’t even sit on the Iron Throne.”

He makes a point, and out of everyone here the Greens trust Larys blindly, Alicent especially does. But how can you trust this man even for just a sliver of a chance?

“We shouldn’t trust him,” Baela interjects. “But we will have a better chance at ending this tyranny if we keep him alive.”

You sigh deeply and blink to study her and take in what she said. Your anger is unmatched and not able to control anymore, what you want more than anything is to burn this all to the ground, but she's…right, and she’s the only one here you’ll listen to.

“Very well,” you sneer and sit down in the chair your grandfather is holding for you. “But need I remind you I don’t need my dragon to kill you, if you step out of line I will send you to the deepest depth of the seven hells,” you threaten him.

Larys swallows thickly and nods stiffly. “Understood.”

You groan and sit back to look at the lords gathered here. “Now explain what this is. Why have you gathered to scheme behind our back?”

Your grandfather moves to the side and pushes Baela’s seat in next to yours before he responds. “We want to be careful and with the Greens being wary of you we didn’t want to run our risk of being caught,” he explains calmly.

Sure that’s all of it, it’s not just because you have teets and no balls.

Whatever, you’re here now.

“Tell us what’s been unfolding over the past couple weeks?” Baela asks, leaving the lords baffled and confused as to why she was speaking.

“Aegon’s attempts at revenge against Rosby, Stokeworth, and Duskendale have proven to harden the hearts of the late queen's men,” Larys says. “The Riverlands, The North, and the Vale have risen their armies against the King and march this way. They might be our saviors.”

The North has finally decided to come? Where was he a couple of months ago when your mother needed him most?

At least the Riverlands proved their loyalty by joining Addam and you, but Cregan? Couldn’t it have been simple to leave a regent in his stead while he marched to your mother?

She’s dead now because she was alone. She’s dead because of the man they let live…

“Y/N, help me!”

No. No. You hear her cries again, you see her burning away in your mind. You see him smirking, and you can’t reach her in time before she vanishes.

You try to free your mind of those cruel thoughts for now though, you don’t want to see those vivid flashes, but your throat begins to close making it hard to breathe. And it’s as if the scene plays out around you, silencing the debate that was being had around you so all you can think about is that day. All you can think about is Aegon.

Aegon.

Aegon…

Patient waiting won’t kill him any sooner, and the fucking gods seem to want to keep him alive with every chance he has to die. But why should you wait? He didn’t wait to kill your mother, he did it without thought.

You’re queen now why should you wait and be merciful and want peace? You’re Queen, that’s what you are. You’re a Targaryen and have a fucking dragon, if the Greens want to spread fear you’ll show them terror…

That’s right, everyone who gave their backs to your mother will know terror because that’s all she felt when she died in bathed flames, that’s all you felt when you watched her die. So that's all they'll feel, terror.

They want to show off power, you’ll do it better.

That’s it. There’s clarity now. That’s the only way you’ll be able to stop the nightmares, the guilt, and the vivid flashes, by ending their tyranny with terror.

“…We crown Aegon the Younger heir and betroth Princess Jaehaera to him,” your grandfather suggests to the crowd. “After Aegon's death, the kingdoms won’t oppose and the queen's line will rule.”

Heir?

“No,” you cut in bluntly and in an unrecognizable voice. “Why do you need to crown an heir after Aegon's death, when you already have a Queen?”

The room goes still, and only confused and awkward looks get passed around.

“I was my mothers heir before her death,” you remind them.

“A Queen is what broke our kingdoms apart,” a lord argues boldly. “If we install you as Queen after the death of the King, then the war will develop into something that might just destroy us.”

You look at your grandfather and he sighs and stays quiet as he silently agrees. Every man in here agrees.

“She has a dragon,” Baela reminds them as she leans in to defend you. “One who has seen many battles. That alone will settle her claim.”

“Rhaenyra had a dragon too,” your grandfather rebuttals, making you sit up straighter and only burn with rage—“it doesn’t matter what she has with the Targaryen dynasty as weak as it is. Perhaps in twenty years when we have rebuilt a portion of what was destroyed can there be a Queen once more without opposition, but right now we all are marching towards the route that brings peace after bloodshed.”

You were right not to trust him….

“Y/N, help me!”

They won’t ever want justice with fire and blood like you. They don’t want you. Not even if you sit and listen to them talk. You’re invisible and just a piece in their game.

No more.

“No,” you snap and stand up to cast your shadow over every single man here. “I will be the Queen. Not my baby brother. Why should I leave him that burden while I still live? Besides, I was my mother's heir, and I am queen now. I will be Queen and anyone who wants to oppose that can be met with dragonfire,” you state menacingly.

“Y/N, you are Queen but you need to listen, ” your grandfather tries to calm you down.

“No!” You snap. “We’re doing things my way now. Inaction is what got my mother killed. I am going to act.”

The room gasps, and only your grandfather has the courage to stand and oppose you. “Let’s say we accept, who will you marry to protect your claim? Aemond is dead, and Addam is dead. Lord Stark is a powerful man with the best army to protect your claim and reign, but let’s face the truth, he will never accept being king, his loyalty lies with the North. No one else besides him will grant you safety and a long reign. You and your dragon alone will die the same way your late mother did if you follow this path.”

You blink repeatedly in disbelief as you progress his words. Cregan was your trump card, he’s the man that would protect you, you may be furious with him but he’s powerful and your best ally. With him at your side no one would dare say anything against you. Plus…once this nightmare is over don’t you deserve happiness?

Joy seems like such an illusion now. There are things you blame Cregan for, but under it all you still love him. Don’t you deserve some bliss?

“You don’t know that,” you argue in a faltering voice. “He marches this way, he will accept if I ask.”

“Lord Corlys is right,” Larys interjects. “Lord Stark will never leave his ancestral seat to be king. They are proud people after all.”

You clench your jaw to keep from showing your confusion and the fact that you’re hearing and seeing it all again.

“Having your brother be your mothers heir will be the smartest choice,” you hear someone say through the screaming and the flahses of memories in your head—“and revenge is something you can still seek with that path. You just need to warm up to your husband to lower his guard and then act.”

What in the Seven Hells?

You snap your eyes over to Larys and glare at him as everything muffles within you.

“How will we do it?” Your grandfather brushes you off and doesn’t try to argue anymore, thinking he’s found your resolve. But your mind still spins and your goal still flashes brightly seeking completion.

But how? The answer has to be Cregan, it has to be…

It then hits you like a sudden arrow to the heart. The answer and solution to giving this damned kingdom terror and installing you as Queen.

“Write to Dorne,” you suggest numbly.

“What?” Your grandfather chuckles.

You meet his gaze and sit down to clarify yourself. “I will send the Martell’s a proposal they can’t refuse. They will secure my reign, they will help us end the Greens.”

They don’t know how much this actually costs you, giving away your chance at happiness for a loveless marriage, for someone you don’t know, and for people you never thought of as potential.

“Dorne?” A lord chuckles. “They would rather see us dead. Hell, they’d rather mate with their goats than ever accept an alliance with Westeros. They only know war, Your Grace, even thinking about an alliance is a fruitless endeavor.”

“Not excstly,” Baela cuts in and leans forward. “If y/n offers her hand and their first born child to be their heir, why would they not accept? Every effort until now has been offered with violence,” she explains almost proudly. “Not through our strongest pact, marriage. Besides, Ser Alyn could escort them here, hide their army in our ships, and they would arrive in one moon's rotation time. If we wait for the North, we will wait for two more full moons.”

You don’t want to marry a Dornish man. You don’t want that. But…if it's your best chance at accomplishing your promises and getting revenge then you have to take it, because the truth is if you don’t become Queen, then they win. Your mother fought so hard, she lost her life because of it, why should you give up everything she fought so hard for?

Right?

You sigh deeply and try to look down to just progress everything, but you suddenly see her standing by the fireplace. Her presence startles you and paralyzes you for a second, but she brings forth a reminder of who you’re doing this for, and what you’re doing this for besides the terror and revenge, something bigger than yourself.

Isn’t that right? Mother and everyone who came before?

The song of ice and fire, the threat in the north and that promise you made her is the silver of clarity in your raging storm. The exception that makes you accept.

“I will send a Raven and ask for aid and an alliance through marriage,” you cut in nonchalantly. “I will marry the Martell’s heir in exchange for them to take down our enemy, and bring us peace. We can’t wait two or three moons rotations. Aegon needs to die and that’s the only way we can guarantee it without us dying in the process, and without an uprising from a green loyalist.”

“It’s not a good idea,” a lord shares in annoyance. “If they refuse they could expose us to the greens and have us all killed for the fun of it.”

“They won’t,” Baela argues in your defense. “And we won’t know until we ask. So I vote yes.”

You swallow thickly and look at Lord Larys. He hesitates before he nods in agreement. The lord so boldly speaking up votes no, and so does the other lord next to him, leaving this vote up to your grandfather to break.

“Lord Corlys, you are our last vote, what say you?” Lord Larys asks.

Your grandfather exhales deeply and folds his hands over the table as he thinks. Baela and you share a worried look in your wait and catch him looking between the both of you until he just stares at you—or the necklace you wear that was given by your grandmother long ago.

“I vote…” he interjects and pauses to look at the men. “Yes.”

You wind up kind of disappointed, but also proud that he accepted.

“Very well,” you seeth with a smirk. “Let’s show them terror.”

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*A COUPLE DAYS LATER*

Do what you must, they say. Get on his good side, they say.

It’s easy for them to say they don’t have to speak to their mother's killer, they don’t have to sleep with him or pretend to be their ally at every waking hour. Every time they say that, you need to remind yourself who you’re doing this for.

It’s hard but when you forget you see her standing nearby, or you simply look up at the sky like now and keep yourself from summoning Astraea to help you burn everything down.

You have to wait and hope every card gets played right before you act. Even if it’s a struggle when you see his ugly face. Like now.

“What are you doing in my chambers?” Aegon hides his surprise terribly. “And what are you doing on the railing? Get down.”

You sigh and turn around on the railing to face him. “I walked in since you are my husband—” lies you snuck in through the tunnels, but he doesn’t need to know. “And two, this is very fun.”

“Get down,” he sneers.

You smirk. “Call the guards and I will fling myself off before they can even walk in.”

Aegon challenges your smug look and knows he won’t win this one, so he lets you be instead.

“What are you doing?” He asks. “I usually have to call upon you.”

You sigh deeply. “Boredom brought me here and—”

“You’ve been drinking,” he points out.

You nod. “Aye. My mother's dead, Aemond’s dead, my dragon is gone, and I’m stuck here. I’m drunk.” You chuckle. “You’re not? We should celebrate.” You turn and continue to walk on the railing. “I actually enjoy drinking, albeit I never really have the chance to indulge since I am a woman.” You scoff. “They’re always telling me what to say, and what to do when all I wanted was to go on dragonback and explore the world.” You sigh and twist on your heels to jump back on the ground, noticing that he looks puzzled about you.

“What?” You probe.

Aegon exhales deeply. “What are you doing here?” he asks.

You sigh deeply and slowly walk over to him, noticing his eyes never leave you. “I told you already, I’m bored…and,” you clench your jaw as you walk behind him. “It’s not like I have much of a choice do I? Should I live my life in misery for the rest of it because we're married? I don’t like you, but I can grow to tolerate you. Why not start now?” You sit on his bed and slide the cup and jug to you to serve yourself wine. “So tell me what you wanted out of this life, Aegon?”

Said man turns the chair they made him with wheels and meets your gaze. He hesitates, but he parts his lips nevertheless. “I wanted to get away too, you know. Get lost somewhere, but they caught me and brought me back.”

You feign a smile on the floor and mumble, “now look at us. Our families dead, all for a fucking throne.” You take a long sip of the wine.

“We could’ve had a lot more,” he agrees.

You nod. “Yeah.”

Aegon shifts in his seat and when you look up you see him standing off his chair. His legs shake but he doesn’t fall, he slowly makes his way to you and sits beside you.

You had seen him walk before from afar that day he killed the Shepherd and those who called themselves King when there was no ruler. Aegon looked pretty pathetic, but you do have to say that you’re glad that the Shepherd and his followers are gone. If only you could’ve actually faced the man and not been away from the action.

Regardless, Aegon stood up that day, he was held up and helped mostly, but this time he’s doing it all alone. Which isn’t a good thing.

“You’re walking,” you point with fake interest.

“Everyday a bit more,” he says and puts his hand out. “Give me some.” He points to the cup. You dread it but you hand it to him and watch him with disgust as he chugs the rest, and then serves himself more.

“You know maybe we should have married from the beginning,” he says, making your eyes twitch. “I would have changed for the better.”

You bite your tongue but muster a response. “Really?” You laugh.

Aegon nods and hands you your cup. You take it hesitantly but need to keep up this rouse so you take it and drink more wine.

“Yes,” he says. “I would have. Aemond was obsessed with you. Ever since you left for winterfell he was all broody.”

You geniunly smile. “Maybe because he had his eye cut out,” you remind him.

“Hm, maybe,” Aegon says. “But he never forgot about you. I think that could’ve worked on me.”

You chug the rest of the wine to keep yourself from making fun of him. “There’s no point in dwelling in the past,” you mutter as you wipe the wine off your lips. “We do so we’ll be here for years.”

Aegon stays silent for a few minutes before he takes the cup and tops it with wine. “Yes,” he says. “You might be right—you know, we’ve never talked like this before. I enjoy it.”

You smirk and clench your fist as you fill with pride. “Maybe because we always bumped heads,” you retort.

He hums and leaves the chambers silent, letting you take the cup from his hand and gasp softly as you remember something. “I was the one who would throw the wine bags on your head at night,” you let him know with a grin.

Aegon snaps his head to you with his eyebrows furrowed. “I had to take baths every morning because of you,” he complains.

You chuckle. “That’s a bad thing?” You meet his gaze and flash him a grin. “Aemond and I would do it—well Aemond would watch most of the time, but we’d do it—it was a lot of fun. Do you wanna do it?” You get up without an answer and take the jug, and then collect a few empty sacks you had brought in for this occasion. Aegon follows but at a slow pace, when he finally reaches you you already have two sacks full of wine.

“You’re a Queen,” Aegon interjects.

You ignore him and look down and see the maester walking by in the yard below, so you grin and let your sack of wine fall. Before it can hit his head you grab Aegon and yank him down with you.

“Hey!” You hear the maester exclaim, making you burst out laughing.

Aegon watches you, he admires you, and can’t help but laugh along with you.

“Here,” you interject as you calm your laughs to hand him a sack of wine. “Do it.”

Aegon shakes as he gets up, and you follow suit but watch him instead of looking down, and feel your feigned smile fall and turn to a frown.

You could push him off and he’d probably die from this far, it’d all be over, and your mother and your entire family would be avenged.

You step forward and raise your hands. But then as you’re about to grab him a knock raps on the door, so you step back and spin around to face the doors.

“Come,” Aegon announces.

You groan and watch as your handmaiden Vanessa walks in.

“Yes?” Aegon asks with annoyance.

“Your Grace,” Vanessa greets and curtseys. “My Queen, the children require your attention.”

You sigh and then face Aegon to bow. “I’ll see you later.” You offer him a faint smile before you lead Vanessa out. Rather than telling you right away what the problem is, you walk in silence to your quarters because you know what this is really about.

“Is Wolf there?” You ask about Baela without actually giving her away.

“Yes,” Vanessa agrees.

You hum in comprehension and pick up your pace. Once you make it in your room, you tell the guards not to disturb you and stay quiet even as you see your cousin waiting for you. Your kids are here but Dyana and Vanessa stay with them as Baela and you walk into the secret passage to speak freely.

“We got a response from Dorne,” Baela announces, making you gasp. “I waited for you to open it.”

You hold in your breath and take the envelope she offers you, noticing the Martell house sigil stamped over the flap.

“Seven hells,” you mutter. “I’m nervous. You open it,” you say and push it back to her.

Baela is impatient to read what the letter contains so she quickly rips open the envelope and takes the parchment out. She opens the letter and you see her eyes read over the words so you move to her side and press yourself against her to read what she’s reading in her mind.

Dear, Queen—

Yes blah, blah, formalities! You scan over the greeting and unnecessary flattering words until you see what you want and gasp.

…We accept your proposal and feel more than honored to finally receive a proper offer that doesn’t involve hostility or impossible terms. Then again what can we expect from such a known and marvelous warrior such as yourself, Queen y/n.

You will wed my son and what would’ve been my heir, Prince Namor Martell, and finally our houses and kingdoms will be united. And you will get your revenge as well, be prepared.

We will send more ravens to debate our battle tactics. And if I can offer one piece of advice, if you wish to win this war and hold your peoples respect, they must fear you just as much as they love you. Don’t be afraid to show your power.

Prince Kaius Martell.

“Gods,” you gasp and feel your heart skip a beat. “Gods. They accepted…they accepted!” You exclaim with glee.

“They accepted!” Baela repeats and faces you with a grin.

You hold each others gaze for a moment before you throw your arms around each other and begin to jump.

“And you were right!” She adds and pulls back but keeps her hands on your shoulders. “About Silverwing. I don’t know how, I don’t know why, but she came…we bonded.” She muses and smiles with awe.

You smirk and cup her cheeks. “Let’s show them real terror.”

A/N- A few more chapters to go!!

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(2001 - 2010 (+ 2014))

Jack Bauer (Kiefer Sutherland)

Whump List

1x02 death of a friend, crying, sad

1x06 worried about his daughter

1x08 manhandled, worried about wife and daughter

1x09 handcuffed, escape, hunted, falling down a hill, being sprayed with pepper spray

1x11 desperate, crying

1x20 tasered, captured, vomiting

1x21 held hostage, hit in the stomach, beaten up and kicked while on the ground, manhandled, held at gunpoint

1x22 still held hostage, bag over head, bloody, manhandled, handcuffed, worried about his daughter, angst

1x23 caught in an explosion, crying, breaking down crying thinking his daughter is dead, shot in the side

1x24 in pain, death of a loved one, crying

2x02 hit over the head

2x03 cuts himself on the head

2x09 in a plane crash, branch stuck in his leg, limping, being shot at, held at gunpoint, on his knees

2x19 tasered, captured, unconscious, manhandled, naked, induced vomiting, gagged, tortured, hands tied over head, slashed, branded, repeatedly passing out from the torture, death

2x20 revived, tortured again, weak, in pain, panting, suffocating, beaten, sweating

2x23 heart palpitations, collapse, in pain, car accident

2x24 car accident, helped walking, heart palpitations, in pain, fight, shivering, unconscious, hospital

3x01 shivering, stomach pain, on edge, withdrawal

3x02 withdrawal

3x03 withdrawal, vomiting

3x05 trapped in a prison lockdown, fight, beaten up, manhandled, taken hostage, threatened, forced to play Russian Roulette

3x06 knocked out, unconscious, kidnapped

3x07 unconscious, handcuffed

3x08 withdrawal, slapped in the face, in pain, hit in the stomach

3x09 withdrawal, freezing, shivering, witnessing his partner being tortured, helpless Chase: tortured, beaten, tied arms over head

3x10 Chase: tortured, electrocuted, beaten, shot in the hand, self cauterizing the wound, rescued Jack: knocked out, unconscious, tied to a chair, forced kiss

3x12 caught in explosion

3x14 his colleagues find out about his drug abuse

3x17 under heavy gunfire

3x18 forced to kill a friend

3x22 under heavy gunfire

3x24 forced to cut his partners hand off, breaking down crying

4x02 knocked down, handcuffed

4x05 taken into custody, handcuffed

4x07 under gunfire

4x09 hit by a car, staggering slightly

4x13 trapped, under heavy gunfire

4x14 cutting himself on purpose, panting, in pain, manhandled, pushed against a wall, knocked out, held hostage, bag over head, kicked in the stomach, spitting blood

4x15 hands tied over head, knocked out

5x16 caught in an explosion (without consequences)

4x19 arrested, handcuffed

4x20 sacrificing a friend for a suspect, slapped in the face

4x21 feeling guilty, "I'm not okay"

4x22 Tony: kidnapped, gagged, restrained

4x23 Tony: held hostage, gagged, restrained, tasered, unconscious

4x24 slashed across the hand, bleeding, faking his death, CPR, revived, worried friends

5x01 Tony: caught in Explosion, critically injured, surgery

5x03 held hostage, hands tied

5x05 in a fight, thrown against a wall, cracked rib

5x06 arrested

5x08 hit in the stomach, beaten, kidnapped, knocked out

5x10 tasered, knocked out, unconscious

5x11 Tony: hospital bed, finding out about the death of a loved one, collapse, crying

5x12 emotional reunion with his daughter, watching his colleagues die

5x13 being sealed in a room because of a nerve gas attack, having to sacrifice his coworkers, upset, death of a friend, crying

5x15 tasered, handcuffed, fight, caught in explosion

5x18 kicked in the throat, hands cuffed behind the back, trouble breathing, tied to a pole, sweating, burning his hands

5x22 Curtis: shot in the arm

5x24 captured, chloroformed, unconscious, tortured, beaten, bloody face, manhandled, weak

Season 6 Prequel: imprisoned, back away, angst, crying

6x01 rescued after being tortured and held prisoner in China for 20 month, scars, traumatized, flinching, captured, manhandled, beaten, blood, restrained, tortured, stabbed twice, bloody

6x02 bloody, in pain, embarrassed about his scars, fight, caught in explosion

6x04 overwhelmed, forced to shoot a friend, crying, vomiting

6x06 held at gunpoint, manhandled, handcuffed

6x07 torturing his own brother and feeling guilty, furious, about to kill his brother

6x09 embarrassed when seeing his friends, caught in explosion

6x12 beaten up, captured, manhandled, caught in explosion

6x13 tied hands, fight, in pain, exhausted, hunted, caught in gun fire

6x14 broken ribs, treated on the field, sweating, discovers a loved one is dead

6x17 car accident, shot in kevlar vest, unconscious (all faked), fight, beaten up, kicked in the stomach, in pain

6x18 field medicine, injection, in pain, knocked out, arrested, handcuffed

6x19 shot in the vest, arrested, handcuffed again

6x20 protective, human shield, briefly talking about his time in China

6x21 emotional whump, captured, punched in the stomach

6x22 beaten in front of others, manhandled

6x24 emotional whump

Day 6 Debrief: restrained, handcuffed, questioned about China

24: Redemption: knocked out, kidnapped, tied, tortured, beaten, spitting blood, burned, screaming in pain, sewing his own wound, death of a friend, upset, sad

7x03 falling from a roof in a car, being chased and shot at,

7x06 in a chokehold, held at gunpoint

7x08 in a fight

7x10 slapped in the face

7x13 held hostage, under heavy gunfire, grief, knocked out by gas, paralyzed, on the run

7x16 contaminated by a biological weapon, has to strip naked in front of others to be decontaminated, ashamed of his scars, worried, told he will die, worried colleagues

7x17 shivering, weak, sweating, collapse, seizure, worried colleagues, refuses treatment

7x18 in pain, sweating, dizzy, short memory loss, shivering, crying

7x19 symptoms worsening, injection, collapse, seizure, cut off from his anti-seizure meds,

7x20 treated in an ambulance, struggling to speak, weak and exhausted, slowly losing control

7x21 friend find out he's sick and dying, injection

7x22 still struggling with the symptoms, meds not working anymore, hugged

7x23 handcuffed, kidnapped, manhandled, strapped to a table, paralized, forced lumbal puncture, screaming in pain, escapes, weak, sweating, in pain

7x24 captured again, knocked out, tied up, gagged, strapped to a bomb, collapse, in hospital, crying, in a coma

8x03 tasered, unconscious, tied to a chair, beaten up, blood, held at gunpoint

8x07 accidentiallly stabbed by a friend, patching up his own wound, held at gunpoint, taken, bag over head

8x08 interrogated, beaten, manhandled, hands tied over head, tortured, electrocuted, screaming in pain, fakes passing out

8x09 tasered

8x10 Rami Malek as Marcos: falling from a window, limping, bloody

8x11 Marcos: emotional, crying, dies Jack: caught in explosion

8x13 under heavy gunfire, shot in the vest, unconscious, trouble breathing

8x15 knocked down

8x17 death of a loved one, crying

8x18 in shock, crying

8x22 stabbed in the side, bleeding, in pain

8x23 still bleeding, sweating, in pain, forcing the villain to sew up his wound, grunting in pain

8x24 forcing a friend to shoot him, shot in the shoulder, unconscious, ambushed during the transport to hospital, crawling, head wound, kidnapped, bag over head, hands tied behind back, beaten, about to be executed

9x01 captured, manhandled Chloe: restrained, tortured, screaming in pain

9x02 shot in the arm

9x04 taken into custody, handcuffed

9x06 beaten, bloody nose, held at gunpoint Kate: tortured

9x12 death of a loved one, shocked, sad and angry

#whump #whump list #24 tv show #24 #24 redemption #24 live another day #kiefer sutherland #this list took me sooooo long #although I watched it on fast forward #it still took month

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