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frost-queen · 1 year

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When hiding crosses bridges (Child!Reader & House of the dragon)

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Summary: You are playing hide and seek with your father, mother and brothers Luke and Jace when you wander into the greens side by chance. Once joined by your cousins and Queen Alicent, there is a cute fluffy moment where Aegon is a bit hesitant to join in, but eventually does. < part 2 >

Daemon turned round, moving his arm up over his eyes. – “One.” – he started counting making you laugh. – “Two… three…” – he continued. Rhaenyra and Jace already taking a run for it. You kept laughing, bouncing in excitement. Daemon chuckled underneath his breath. – “Y/n my darling, I can still hear you.” – he said without looking once. – “Y/n!” – Luke called out, running over to you. He took you by the hand, pulling you gently with him. – “Come little sister, we must hide.” – he told you.

“What about father?” – you asked curiously, pointing back at him while your brother pulled you away. Luke briefly looked up to the ceiling, wondering how you still weren’t getting the rules of this game. – “Father is the one who needs to be looking for us Y/n.” – he explained. You nodded following your brother round the corner. – “So I have to hide from father?” – you asked him to be certain. Luke hummed loud, quickening his pace.

He took another turn and another. He sighed relieved seeing a good place to hide. He hastened over to it, ready to grab the curtain when his hold got blocked. By his side Jace. – “What are you doing?” – Jace shout-whispered to keep his voice low. – “I’m hiding, what are you doing?” – Luke questioned pulling hard on the curtain. – “I saw it first! It is my hiding spot.” – he insisted on, pulling the curtain more towards him.

“No I saw it first!” – Luke insisted on, giving his brother a hard nudge. Jace clenched his jaw, nudging his brother back. – “Au!” – Luke said, giving his brother a good glare. – “Go hide somewhere else!” – Jace pressured on with a firm glare. – “No!” – Luke held his foot down. – “I’m the oldest!” – Jace made clear, sure to keep his voice down but powerful enough. Luke scoffed. – “That is no excuse.” – he replied giving him a slight push.

You watched the entire bickering, waiting patiently. You softly started humming a tune, wobbling on your feet. It made your brother end their bickering to look over their shoulders to you. – “You are supposed to be hiding Y/n.” – Jace spoke turning more towards you. – “I am…” – you responded sweetly. – “I’m going to hide with Luke.” – you added. Luke sighed loud, moving away from the corner. He knelt down to your height, taking you by the arm.

“You can’t hide with me Y/n.” – he said. – “Why not?” – you asked tilting your head a bit. Jace came joining in, kneeling beside his brother. – “You have to find a hiding place for your own.” – he held you by your other hand, making his words clear with his eyes. – “Oh…” – you replied saddened, looking down. – “That is the game Y/n.” – Jace said getting back up. Luke exhaled deep, getting up as well.

From around a corner came your mother out of breath. – “What are you all standing here, your father is coming!” – she warned panicky. Luke and Jace’s eyes widened ushering them to move. They almost bumped against each other in the rush to hide. Rhaenyra lifted the hem of her dress up, taking a further run for it. You turned round, leaving. Jace grabbed Luke by his arm to move him out of his way. It was then that he looked worriedly down.

“Where is Y/n?” – he said aloud. Luke looked down for himself, eyes widening. – “Hiding I hope.” – he answered, slowly feeling a bit guilty of telling you off. Jace came to a realization, grabbing his brother by the shoulders. – “What if she gets lost in this big castle?” – he said worriedly. Luke swallowed ashamed. What if you did? You were but a child. It would be easy for you to get lost.

Both of them were overcome with worry and shame. Maybe they should’ve gone in hiding with you. Hearing their father’s voice in the background, made them panic. Jace pushed Luke aside, taking a run for it. Luke running in the opposite direction in the hopes of being able to find a hiding place before his father finds him.

You were running as fast as your little legs could carry you. Jace had said you needed to hide by yourself, so that is what you were going to do. Find a hiding spot so father wouldn’t be able to find you. Some ladies shrieked when you rushed past them. Soldiers darted away when you came chasing down the corridors. – “Princess!” – one of the guards called out in an attempt to slow you down. You ignored them, keeping your pace up.

You were hardly looking for a hiding spot as you just kept running. The game not entirely clear. You noticed a sudden change in guards. Their uniforms different then the one’s you were known to. Not really stopping to wonder why, you kept going. Laughing mischievous that you were hiding away from father. Would he have already found someone? Your mother? Brothers perhaps?

“Hey what are you doing here?” – you suddenly heard making you come to a stop. You felt scared when the guard came nearer, hands ready as if he was about to catch you. – “You’re not supposed to be here.” – he said. You panicked, screaming loud as you escaped under his arms just as he was about to grab at you. – “Hey! Come back here!” – he shouted turning around to go after you.

Calling it out, you hurried not wanting to be caught. The guard scared you. He called in a few fellow guards to join him on the chase. – “Stand still!” – one of them ordered. – “Get back here!” – another one warned you. Covering up your ears, you screamed loud in a panic. Heart thumping loudly against your chest. You nearly tripped as the storm of guards came closer.

Tears swelled up as they rolled down your cheeks. How much you wanted to be in hiding with any of your brothers now. Sniffing loud, your breath shuddered. There seemed to be no escaping them as you rushed into a room. Just any room. You had opened the door and busted inside, not caring what kind of room it was. Out of breath, you were panting against the heavy door.

“Y/n?” – your eyes widened seeing Queen Alicent slowly rise from her chair, holding a piece of parchment. Near her turned her two sons Aegon and Aemond around to you. – “What are you doing here?” – Alicent asked kindly. You firmly wiped your tears away. Aemond batting his eye down. Alicent softened her expression, coming nearer. – “What is it little Y/n?” – she asked coming up to you where she knelt down.

At the sight of her, you started crying more. Alicent brushing her fingers through your hair to sooth you. – “What happened Y/n?” – she asked. Aegon puffed loudly, crossing his arms. Aemond shot him a glare for acting like this. Your lip trembled. – “Did you get lost?” – Alicent said as you nodded with more tears streaming down your face. Alicent clicked her tongue softly, moving you closer to her for an embrace.

“We were playing hide and seek.” – you told her with a loud shudder. – “Hide and seek?” – Aemond repeated intrigued, coming closer. You nodded as Alicent wiped some tears away. – “That sounds fun.” – she addressed. You nodded again. – “I wasn’t allowed to hide with Luke.” – you told them. Aemond came kneeling beside his mother, holding a hand out to you. – “Did he now little cousin.”

“That is the game!” – Aegon pitched in from afar. Aemond batted his eye briefly up to the ceiling in despair. – “If I were Luke, I would’ve allowed you to hide with me.” – he said making you smile a bit. – “Would you cousin?” – you replied seeing him nod with a loud hum. You gasped loud, jumping into Aemond’s arms when there was a loud knock on the door. Alicent rose as the door entered. A guard popped his head inside. – “Yes?” – Alicent asked quirking her eyebrow up.

The guard’s eyes fell upon you. – “Good, you found her.” – he said making Alicent look down at you. – “This kid’s been wandering at the wrong side of the castle. I’ll get her out of here, your grace.” – he said with a bow. Alicent saw how you pressed yourself closer to Aemond, clearly frightened by the guard. – “Tell me.” -Alicent spoke, holding her chin up. – “Have you been chasing Rhaenyra’s daughter all around this area?” – the guard wasn’t sure what the meaning of her question was but nodded anyway.

Alicent smiled sarcastically to the guard. – “You may go!” – she insisted on. – “But the child.” – the guard begged. Alicent moved her hand up to silence him. – “Leave!” – she made clear. The guard bowed his head, taking his leave. Alicent took a deep breath, composing herself. – “Apologies Y/n. I hope the guards haven’t scared you too much?”

“I…I didn’t mean to wander off.” – you told her as Aemond was still holding you. – “I was just looking for a place to hide from father.” – Alicent shushed you taking your hand. – “All is well Y/n.” – she said. Aemond got back up, following his mother. – “You can stay here if you like, hide from your father.” – she turned round to wink at you. That made you laugh giddy. Aemond picked you up, setting you on the bed. You started jumping on the bed as Aemond tickled you. It made you squirm and come to a stop.

He kept tickling you till you fell back onto the matrass. You felt a pillow underneath you, pulling it away. Aemond looked stunned when you had thrown a pillow at him. Aegon snorting loud. Aemond turned round bothered to his brother. Aegon held his tongue, trying to keep a straight face. Aemond grabbed the pillow, throwing it towards his brother. Aegon ducked down as the pillow hit an oblivious Alicent. You laughed loud as Aemond had widened his eye. – “Mother I am sorry…”- he apologized.

Alicent picked up the pillow, hesitating a moment before surprising Aemond by throwing it back at him. You were laughing loud as Aemond wiped that smile of your face by hitting you. You fell backwards onto the matrass. Alicent and Aemond quickly grabbed a few pillows to defend themselves. Soon a series of throws were exchanged, hitting each other.

Aegon was the only one not participating. He was glancing your way, hearing your loud sweet laughter. Groaning loud, he couldn’t hold it anymore. He grabbed a pillow, joining the fight that seemed like so much fun. He got hit by a pillow, falling onto the matrass with you. You knelt down, hitting him repeatedly with a pillow. - “I surrender cousin.” – Aegon called out as you kept laughing. He got a bit up, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you down on the matrass with him. Tickling you in revenge.

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closed-third-eye · 5 months

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"also, luke not going to driftmark only reaffirms the "rumors" that he's a bastard. i mean look at baela in ep 8 - wearing the velaryon colors, at rhaenys's side - that should be luke! but he's hiding behind his mom dressed in targ red and black - looking nothing like velaryon. "

This is like the show equivalent of alicent wearing a green dress and in the end it means nothing since all her activism against rhae was based on the word of a dying man and the fact rhae slept around (once). This is the conclusion only a very stupid subset of people can come up with, like team green fandom for example, show alicent fans

Let's ignore neither vaemond and rhaenys, currently driftmarks oldest residents, aren't wearing the colours of velaryons, or the fact jace and luke are wearing grey/black like corlys, vaemond and rhaenys

Hiding behind his mother? Like baela is standing beside rhaenys? Her guardian? Just making things up to belittle lucerys, team green is ridiculous. You want to talk about hiding there is aegon, the king a targaryen dragon rising king acting nothing like a dragon hiding behind his mother, so yeah I do believe in some places there's symbolism of unworthiness and it's not very subtle at all, but let's ignore that since that doesn't suit the agenda

Him not being fostered by velaryons also does not matter since that's very much a norm in westroes weren't ned and Brandon away from winterfell In their formative years? This is such a stupid conclusion to come up with literally doesn't matter when all of the show is written badly and takes away the fact lucerys's training can, and in books was absolutely held at dragonstone itself, he was a squire who know if for a velaryon Knight either way he was preparing. That's also like saying laenor isn't suited to be lord since he spent remaining life after marriage at Kings landing or dragonstone, when they all travelled back and forth very frequently in books. His resident changed because rhaenyra is in higher position and her supports her but it's no "symbolism"

Its stupidly written show where rhaena, a highborn lady, is wearing the same clothes for 4 to 5 days you need to be serious.

#house of the dragon #lucerys velaryon #luke velaryon #rhaenyra targaryen #Team green #alicent hightower #vaemond velaryon #lucerys targaryen #house velaryon #House hightower #house targaryen #otto hightower #aegon ii targaryen #baela targaryen #rhaenys targaryen #rhaenys the queen who never was

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thedeathlysallows · 4 months

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Is It Over Now? (7)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Aemma Velaryon

Summary: Say the one thing I've been wanting

Warnings: canon typical Targaryen incest. Smut. Aemond finally gets it wet lol. Dom!Aemond. Oral (f!receiving), female masturbation, breeding kink (because of course Aemond wants her pregnant asap), name calling, dirty talk. Warnings aren't exhaustive. Proceed with caution.

This one... ended up hella long, I'm not gonna lie. 2.5k words. Here's what I listened to for vibes and inspiration!

"Robert Tyrell is nowhere to be found," the King proclaims as morning drags into early afternoon. He sits on his throne, looking down at his family assembled before him. "His family offers no help, claiming their son simply vanished. We can't have a wedding without a groom, can we?"

You sit with your head down, feeling every bit as pathetic as you look. Robert must have heard about you and Aegon. That's the only thing you can come up with. Why else would he just disappear as he has? He knows his duty as well as you know yours.

"I'm sorry, Mother," you whisper. "This is all my fault."

"Nonsense." Rhaenyra's voice is sharp as Valeryian steel when she speaks. She holds her head high, allowing no weakness to shine through. "Clearly this was an unfit match."

Aegon scoffs. "Unfit. Cursed. Take your pick, sister."

"People are expecting a grand wedding." Alicent glares at Aegon from her spot beside her father. "What should we do, your majesty?"

Aemond steps forward, hands clasped behind his back. He shoulders are squared and he speaks with all the assurance of a second son. "I will take Robert Tyrell's place if it pleases the King."

The room erupts into chaos in an instant. Jace and Luke are yelling obscenities while Daemon and Rhaenyra plead with Viserys not to listen. Aegon screams at his brother, his throat going raw and his hands shaking with the effort of not hitting Aemond.

And you?

You take a step back from all of it, from all of them, and simply watch it all unfold.

Helaena steps beside you and loops her arm through yours. "They'll destroy themselves."

"Over a fucking wedding of all things." You can't hide the bitterness in your voice. "I'm sorry. About Aegon."

"Don't be. He's more of a brother to me than a husband. I like it that way." She tilts her head and looks up at you. "You were never going to marry Robert Tyrell."

You don't quite know what to say in response to that, so you pat her hand and say nothing.

"Enough!" Viserys' voice carries over the loud din of your family. He looks exhausted from the effort of being that loud. "I've decided Aemond will take the place of our runaway groom. Maybe this match will teach you all the importance of family and getting along."

Helaena gives you a look that seems to say see? I told you, but you aren't looking at her. You're eyes are glued to Aemond and the way he stares straight back at you. When you were younger you always joked that it seemed like he could look straight through a person's soul. Now you aren't certain it was actually a joke. Even with one eye missing it still feels like he's tearing the very essence of you open layer by layer as he stares at you.

Eventually, you find your voice and manage to say, "if it's the King's will then so be it."

"The children have more sense than the adults." Viserys stands, breathless and in pain. "Get these two to the sept before anyone else disappears."

The next few hours of your life are a blur. You couldn't remember most of it if you tried. Very few things manage to stick, but you can recall the anger on Aegon's face. He burns righteous and villainous in your mind. And your mother... she's devastated as she watches you dance with Aemond. Jace and Luke don't fair much better.

Yet, through it all, Aemond's face is what stands out the most. Because of course it does. Your new husband never leaves your side, his hands lingering at your waist or the small of your back as people celebrate around you. He's charming and lively beside you, but you can sense the burning just below the surface of his skin. His expression could almost be considered victorious as he looks at the assembled crowd. It confuses you and you try to store the thought away for later, but then Aemond looks down at you and presses his lips to yours.

He's soft and determined. Dornish wine lingers on his lips, but he's nowhere close to drunk.

You're his.

He succeeded.

Well, almost.

You will be after-

"The bedding ceremony!" Aegon slurs the words, taking a long drink from his cup before grabbing you by the arm. His grip is punishing. His fingers dig into your skin so painfully you'll be surprised if there aren't bruises in the morning.

There are jeers and whistles from the crowd as men and women surge forward. You're quickly separated from Aemond, a group of lords headed by Aegon dragging you to Aemond's chambers. They jostle and paw at the crushed velvet of your white dress. The fabric gives easily. The night air is cool against your skin, sending goosebumps all over your body.

In your panic you search for your mother, but you can't find her over Aegon's towering form. He leers down at you, wine stained lips lifted in a sneer. He's never looked at you with so much disdain before. It turns your stomach and leaves your blood running cold.

"Don't touch," Aegon snaps at some lord on your left as you feel fingertips brush against your arm. "Think you're good enough for a princess, Bolton?"

You don't hear the young man's reply. You don't hear much of anything honestly. It takes everything in you to pretend you aren't naked in front of the entire court, being escorted to your new husband's chambers by your uncle. You're feet stumble over the granite floor while your mind goes fuzzy. You can almost pretend this isn't happening.

Almost.

Until a set of familiar dark wooden doors are flung open in front of you and you come chest to chest with Aemond.

With your husband.

Women tug at his clothes, but he bats their hands away with a practiced ease that makes you wonder how many times he's done that before. He doesn't take his eyes off of you as he dismisses everyone.

Only Aegon lingers.

"Shall I test her maidenhood for you, brother? Will you believe me when no blood comes from between those pretty thighs?" Aegon wraps his fingers around your wrist and tugs you closer to him, knee nudging your thighs apart as he presses up into your core.

Aemond observes him with a bored gaze. "If you're finished causing trouble, I believe you have your own wife to tend to."

Aegon's face flushes and he hisses something under his breath in Valeryian that you can't quite make out. He releases you with one last glare leveled at Aemond before storming out. Presumably to his own chambers. Or maybe Flea Bottom.

You know it isn't your problem- it never has been- but you still feel you're heart tug painfully when you think about him drowning his sorrows in alcohol and whores.

"Did they hurt you?" Aemond's voice snaps you from your depressing thoughts and you turn your attention to him fully.

You rub your arm. "Only Aegon. But isn't that always how it goes?"

"He won't bother you any longer."

"You sound confident, uncle."

"I am... wife."

Aemond's expression turns fond when he says the word, his one good eye sparkling with mirth in the firelight. You hum softly and your gaze drifts to his other eye. Briefly, you wonder if you'll ever be brave enough to see what you and your brothers did. You aren't sure. Maybe one day you'll be brave enough to face the consequences fully, but for now you simply reach out and touch the jagged scar covering his face.

"I'm sorry," you say simply. It's not enough, but it's what you can think to offer right now. "I'm so sorry, Aemond."

Aemond's muscles tense instinctually when you touch his scar, and he has to fight the impulse to shove your hand away. But that's no way to start a marriage, is it? So he stands still as stone while your fingertips on his skin starts to feel less foreign. He lets you apologize to your heart's content.

"The past between us means little to me now," Aemond says when your babbling slows. "It's our future I'm concerned with."

You blink, surprised to hear him say that considering how antagonistic his relationships with your brothers is. "Oh?"

He smiles, one hand cupping the back of your head as his other grips your waist and pulls you flush against him. His lips press to yours in what starts as a gentle kiss. He works you up slowly, nipping at your bottom lip and teasing his tongue against your own. You melt into him with each stroke of his tongue.

"Fuck," He moans out as he pulls away.

You simper out his name and a quiet please as you press closer to him, growing desperate for more despite any previous misgivings. Aemond's hand moves from the base of your skull to your throat. His fingertips dig into your pulse point in warning.

"Don't," he tells you. "I've waited for this. For you. I'll take my time and you'll thank me for it, understood?"

You nod pathetically, his words sending a wave of arousal through you.

His hand drops from your hip to your ass and he smacks you once before turning you around a softly pushing you towards the bed. "On your back. Spread your legs for me."

You do as he says, flushing with heat at the way he licks his lips while taking your body in.

"You're beautiful," he mutters almost to himself. "Better than I ever imagined."

"You've imagined me naked?" You know you should probably be upset, but all you can manage to feel is a selfish sort of pleasure that he's dreamed of you before.

"Many times, lovely girl." Aemond kneels on the bed and puts each of your legs over one of his shoulders. His lips are wet and plush as he kisses his way from your calf to your thigh, nose nudging the soft curls of your cunt.

"What else have you imagined?" You're breathless when you speak.

Aemond smirks, enjoying the way you squirm in his grip. "Would you like to hear about one of my favorite dreams?"

"Y-yes."

He hums in reply, teeth digging into the skin of your thigh. "It's you. Just you. You're alone in your chambers, night shift sticking to your skin as you sweat in the summer air. It's so hot you can't take it and strip naked. Your hands find their way to your cunt, bringing you pleasure but no relief because deep down you know only I can save you."

Aemond's eye flickers from your hand to your cunt and he says, "let me see if it's like my dream. Touch yourself for me."

Your hand is shaky as you move it down your body. Aemond eats up every second eagerly, tongue darting out to wet his lips. "That's it. Fuck, what a good girl you are."

"Aemond..." You say his name breathlessly, sighing in relief when your fingers meet your clit.

He watches closely as you toy with yourself, fingers dipping in and out of your wet core, arousal shining on your skin. You've never enjoyed getting yourself off, always preferring Aegon's help, but with the way Aemond watches you so intensely you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge of absolute pleasure.

"Don't cum," he tells you when he notices your movements getting sloppy. "Not without my cock inside you."

Aemond presses your legs back so your knees meet your shoulders. You readjust to the new position, looking down as he teases you with the tip of his cock. He's bigger than Aegon. Thicker too. His tip is flushed a pretty pink and you've never wanted something inside you more.

"Aemond, please," you cry out. You're wet and throbbing and desperate and so, so close.

His expression darkens. He had no plans to make you beg tonight, but it sounds so pretty that he just can't help but to switch tactics. You want his cock? You can beg for it like that desperate whore you are.

Aemond buries his face between your thighs, lapping at your juices. His tongue swirls around your clit before dipping between your folds and coaxing more arousal out of you. You scream, a sob wrenching itself out of your chest as your fingers slip into his hair.

"Please! Please, please, please!" You're pleading as loudly as you can. "Aemond, please!"

He pulls away just enough to look at you, his fingers taking over for his mouth. "Please what? Use your words and maybe I'll give it to you."

"N-no..."

"No?"

You let out another sob, tears of frustration pricking at your eyes. You're so fucking close.

And Aemond can tell.

The bastard.

"Aemond, please, I want..." You moan when his long fingers brush a spot inside you that has your walls flutter around him.

"You want lots of things don't you, lovely girl?" Aemond presses reassuring kisses to your face. "Focus. What do you want the most?"

"Y-you... inside me..."

"I am inside you."

"Your cock! I want your cock inside me! Please!"

Aemond's breath hitches. The only outward sign of his self control slipping from his grip. Hearing those dirty words come from your mouth makes his cock twitch in anticipation. You're such a good girl for him. He kisses you deeply as he presses his cock inside you, swallowing your moans with his tongue.

"Gods, yes," he moans when he's fully inside you. "You're cunt was fucking made to take me. I knew it."

You're crying now, feeling overwhelmed and overstimulated as he thrusts inside you. You swear you can feel him deep in your stomach. Maybe it's the angle. Maybe it's the fact that he's just that big. Whatever it is, you find yourself thanking the gods for it as he brushes up against that spot from earlier with each stroke of his cock inside you. You say his name over and over and Aemond thinks it's the sweetest prayer he's ever heard.

"You take it so well," Aemond praises as he brushes hair from your face. He watches as your breasts bounce with each snap of his hips. They'll be so full when he has his baby inside you. And fuller still when your milk comes in.

Fuck.

He wants you round and heavy with his child and he wants it now.

"Aemond," you moan out his name as you grasp his forearms, nails digging into his arm. The coil that's been building in your belly snaps and your eyes flutter shut as the orgasmic high washes over you. Your body turns to pudding and you sink further into the mattress.

Aemond watches your expressions with rapt attention, his own orgasm taking over when your walls clench around his cock. He slumps down on top of you and welcomes your absentminded petting.

"We're married," you say as if the realization just hit you.

"As we should be. You're meant to be mine."

You don't know what to say to that declaration, so you say nothing and hope the morning won't be awkward. You'd hate to lose Aemond a second time.

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you

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anatay004 · 1 year

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ᴊᴀᴄᴀᴇʀʏꜱ ᴠᴇʟᴀʀʏᴏɴ | ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪ ᴅɪᴇ (ᴘᴀʀᴛ ꜱɪx)

Summary: After a blissful night of peace, war eventually breaks through Dragonstone when the king dies and your marriage with Jacaerys is suddenly at risk. He will not let war come you.

(A/N): So, sadly, this is the last part of the Love Me Not series! But I’ll be posting a longer version on AO3 soon this week, however, the story will be in depth and with an OC.

ᴋɪꜱꜱ ᴍᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ

IT WAS THE sound of deafening screams that jolted you awake the next morning. Instinctively, you turned to your side and reached for Jacaerys, but his side of the bed was empty. You sucked in a breath, the breeze that ripped through the windows peppered goosebumps over your naked skin and you shivered at the cold.

Where was he?

Then you heard the screams again.

You climbed out of bed and changed at once.

You rushed through the corridors, heart hammering against your chest as your sister's screams strained your ears. You were disoriented, unaware of the trouble that was slithering within the walls of the castle as Rhaenyra began to birth her daughter.

"Sister," Rhaenyra hissed out when your frame stumbled into her line of vision. You swallowed the knot in your throat, the sight of her crimson nightgown and strangled moans made you falter in your spot. She was not ready to give birth. "Our father has passed."

Your head reeled.

Oh, you thought.

Somewhere in the haze, her screams broke into your reverie again. You blinked, but your muscles could not move, the news push forward an unmoored plague that pestered your reason. You were standing in the room, but the light of humanity dimmed in your irises and you were nothing more than a shadow as she screamed for the babe to come out – nothing more.

"My love," Jacaerys' voice made you flinch, but his touch comforted you almost immediately as he anchored his hands on your arms tenderly.

"The greens have repudiated the succession and claimed the iron throne." Rhaenyra continued, a cry of pain clogged in her throat.

Your skin pricked with goosebumps.

"Aegon has been crowned King."

Jacaerys' fingers tightened around your arms.

"What is it to be done about it?" Jacaerys spat, a heated tone wrapped around his words.

"Nothing yet!" Rhaenyra cried.

You exhaled sharply. "Fuck..."

"Where is Daemon?" Jacaerys demanded, his hands dropped to his sides, fisting in anger.

"I don't know," Rhaenyra answered. "Gone to madness, gone to plan his war."

Jacaerys clenched his jaw.

"Jace..." You began, but he dismissed you and made to leave the room at once to look for Daemon. You knew the war was coming, it lingered in your skin the moment he let go of you and you shivered at the sudden coldness.

Beside you, Lucerys searched for your hand.

"Jace," Rhaenyra berated, making your husband stop in his tracks momentarily. "Whatever claim remains to me, you are now its heir."

You swallowed hard.

You were to be queen soon.

"Naught it is to be done but by my command."

Jacaerys remained silent, a searing heat flashed across his eyes as he looked back at his mother – he was furious, you'd never seen him like this before. He eventually nodded and walked out of the room without bothering to look back.

Luke squeezed your hand in comfort before following his brother.

You followed his frame with sad eyes.

Your father was dead.

And so will many others soon.

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You were there when Rhaenyra birthed a corpse.

And you were there when her daughter's body was wrapped in coarse and grainy bandages.

She had been born dead.

And now, you were standing amongst the crowd outside the castle, watching from afar the sullied funeral that deemed the crown cursed. Within a blink of an eye, everything fell into chaos, and, with your father's death, you feared the worse was yet to come.

So, you watched in silence.

Jacaerys was standing next to you, but his presence felt as if it was miles away from you. He wallowed in his thoughts and you didn't question it, not at first, it seemed rather reasonable given the tragic circumstances. So, you let him be and focused your attention on Joffrey instead. The child was perplexed, he hugged your legs in search of comfort and you raked a hand through his curls in affection.

"It's okay," You lowly whispered when the little boy looked up in search of your gaze. "Everything will be alright."

Jacaerys shifted a little beside you.

"I swear to ward the Queen," Erryk Cargill's voice strained your ears, he kneeled before Rhaenyra and offered her the King's crown. "With all my strength..."

You narrowed your eyes at the scene.

Your father's crown.

A pain retaliated in the pit of your stomach.

He was dead too.

"My Queen," Daemon kneeled, after placing the crown on Rhaenyra's head – Queen Rhaenyra. Everyone followed his actions soon after, kneeling before your sister in affirmation of their loyalty and support.

A tang of crimson settled down your throat.

You kneeled too.

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"What is our standing?"

"We have thirty knights, a hundred crossbowmen, and three hundred men-at-arms."

After the funeral, the counsel room ensued with tension as everyone gathered to plan for war. You were standing beside Rhaenyra, listening to everyone's back-and-forth discussion with little interest on your part.

You wanted to get out.

Something about withholding the mourning of your father's death and the possible confrontation with your brothers made you sick. It marred your face with shadows, it was more than evident you weren't feeling well.

You sucked in a breath.

You wanted to wallow in your memories. You wanted to burrow in the recesses of your mind and trace back to when Viserys was your only home. You wanted to go back to when Aemond and Aegon pestered you day and night, to when they were your loyal company and you were theirs. You wanted to go back so bad.

But those days were gone.

"Your grace, a ship has been sighted offshore." Erryk Cargill announced, and you blinked in sudden realization – your brothers. "A lone galleon, flying a banner of a three-headed green dragon."

Idiots, you thought.

"Alert the watchtowers. Sight the skies." Daemon commanded, and soon after, everyone began to make their way outside.

You were nervous.

So, you decided to wait for Jacaerys, falling back a few steps to allow everyone else to make their way through. You wanted his comfort and his words of consolation, but you were more than surprised when he didn't slow down his pace and, instead, walked past you awarely.

You faltered on your spot as he disappeared through the corridors.

He didn't even spare you a glance.

You clenched your jaw, trying to feign an unfazed look on your face as you made to walk out of the room. You cursed him silently, a few hours ago, he had made love to you and whispered dulcet words of affection in your ears, but – now, he was acting as if you were invisible.

You didn't walk to your room that afternoon. Instead, you made your way to the only person who could ever provide you with affection.

"You don't look well, auntie," Lucerys admitted when you knocked and walked into his room. You didn't answer for a moment, instead, you offered him a faint smile. "Are you okay?"

"Of course," You mumbled, but he didn't believe you. The uneasy expression on his face made it evident, but you tried to dismiss it. "It's been a tough time day, hasn't it?"

He looked down at his hands. "Rather stupid."

You tried to stifle a chuckle. "Stupid is an interesting choice of word."

Lucerys' lips itched. "That's how it feels."

You opened your mouth to answer, but his arms wrapped around your waist before you could. He pressed his head against your chest in affection, arms tight around your frame as if he was almost afraid of letting you go for a second.

You returned the hug.

"I'm scared," He admitted.

Your heart shattered.

"I'm scared too," You whispered, and placed a soft kiss on top of his head that made his grip tighten around you. You weren't sure how long it lasted, but the blissful moment made the raw wound inside your chest stop bleeding for a minute – it almost cured the malady.

For a second, you felt safe.

And he did too.

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You ended up sleeping in Lucerys room. In between whispers and hushes, he had told you about his worries and insecurities about disappointing everyone, including you.

"You could never disappoint me," You had assured him that night quietly, "Nothing in the world could ever make me love you less."

He squeezed your hand underneath the sheets.

When morning came, you climbed out of bed and made your way out in silence, tiptoeing around to avoid disturbing his sleep. After debating with yourself, you eventually made your way back to your chamber, but the room was empty as you expected. The sheets, however, were untidy and well slept in – that brought you a little comfort.

Jace had slept here.

Your handmaidens soon bathed and helped you change into a comfortable dress to attend breakfast alone. You walked around the corridors in silence, chewing the inside of your cheeks as you tried to comprehend everything that had tumbled down in a matter of hours, but it didn't take long for your husband to find you.

"Where the hell were you last night?" He hissed, hand suddenly latched onto your wrist.

You pulled your hand back. "Why do you care?"

He gave you a look. "You're my wife, have you forgotten that tiny detail?"

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Unbelievable."

How valiant of him to act clueless.

How fucking valiant of him to confront you.

You rolled your eyes at him and made to walk away, but he latched his hand onto your elbow and pulled you back effortlessly.

"Where were you?" He spat through his teeth. This time, there was a tick in his jaw and a familiar hint of anger glossed his eyes – he was jealous, but he didn't dare to blurt it out.

Your lips itched. "How bad does it concern you, my love?"

He exhaled sharply. "How bad do you fucking think? Must I repeat myself?"

You relished his sudden outburst, but the feeling soon quenched down when the memory of his indifference conquered your thoughts.

"What games are you playing?" You questioned, pulling back from his touch. His eyebrows knitted together in confusion, but you took a deliberate step closer despite his glare. "Do you think I'm some kind of whore you can fuck and ignore when you please?"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"My father passed and you didn't even dare to look my way yesterday. Not once did you offer consolation, instead, you treated me as nothing more than a shadow behind your pace."

"Perhaps, not everything was about you? My mother lost her father too and she wasn't weeping in hopes for someone to offer a hug."

You faltered on your spot.

Oh.

You felt a wave of heat roll over your skin, but the searing anger made your lips tighten into a thin line – no answer. And he was adamant in his stance because he didn't relent despite the hurt expression on your face; not one bit.

"My prince, your mother requests your presence along with the princess's."

"We shall be there in a moment."

But you walked away before he could look at you.

"Love, wait – "

But you didn't stop.

His words touched your chest, something about them made your breath still inside your lungs and tears collect at the bottom of your eyelids. You brushed them away with the back of your hand roughly as you cursed his name.

Damn him and damn his fucking head.

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"The narrow sea is ours," Lord Corlys finally announced, declaring an alliance with your sister in the counsel room. She was taken aback for a second before a small smile itched on her lips. "If we further deal the Gullet, we can cut off all seaborne travel and trade to King's Landing..."

You were standing next to Lucerys, tracing arbitrary patterns over the wood map. You were quiet – too quiet, thinking about the cruel tragedies that bruised your heart. Your father was dead, your husband was being cruel and your sister was planning a war.

You chewed the inside of your cheek again.

You wanted to walk out, but the tough tension in the room rushed the air out of your lungs and tried to suffocate you and only you. You wanted no war and no part in rebellions and deaths, but even the fool of your heart knew neither was an option for someone like you.

So, you inhaled shakily.

From the corner of your eyes, you caught a small glance of Jacaerys – searching for you.

You looked down at your hands. After his words, you didn't want to interact with him.

"We should bear those messages." Jacaerys suddenly spoke, after your sister had requested to send ravens to Winterfell, the Eyrie, and Storm's End. "Dragons can fly faster than ravens and they are more convincing."

You looked at him then.

Your face was marred with utter shock, despite your current differences, you were not prepared to let him walk into an open field of danger and cruelty. Your eyebrows knitted together in evident disapproval, but he dismissed it.

"Send us."

Your breath stilled in your throat.

After a hesitant moment, Rhaenyra eventually answered, "Very well, then. Prince Jacaerys and my sister will fly North – "

" – Not my wife," Jace interjected. "She will not be placed in the middle of the battlefield."

You narrowed your eyes at him.

No, he will not do this to me, you thought.

"Princess (Y/N) rides the largest dragon on our side, if convincing is what we need, her dragon will certainly do plenty." Lord Corlys stated, his answer earned approving nods from the council, but Jacaerys was adamant.

"Perhaps, she can patrol Dragonstone along with Daemon, she has the biggest dragon on our side as you mentioned, it will be needed here if the greens dare to come again."

"I do not wish to stay in Dragonstone," You finally spoke, darting your husband a look before turning to face your sister. "I can travel North with Baelor and convince the Starks to honor the oath they once made to you. I've heard Lord Cregan Stark is closer to my age than most in this room, I can assure you I can do it."

Jacaerys rolled his eyes.

Rhaenyra pensively looked at you, but there was a hint of hesitation in her blue irises as Jacaerys looked back at her with utter challenge.

"She my wife, I have the final word."

"No, you do not – " You tried, but he interrupted with a tone of finality that made everyone quiet.

"I am your husband and future heir to the iron throne, you will do as I say. No Queen can dissipate that, not even my mother."

You were furious, words couldn't describe the ferocious anger that flitted across your face. You hated him at that moment, he belittled in front of the council – and for what? You wanted to yell and fight, but the words never ripped past your lips and, instead, you decided to finally walk out of the room.

And this time, he did follow.

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"What is it that you want from me?" You eventually questioned, when he stepped inside your chamber and made to walk closer to you.

"I want to keep you safe! Is it so hard for you to comprehend?" He defended, narrowing his eyes as he examined your features carefully. You looked back at him with bitter anger, soft irises torched with copper and gold.

"Is that so?" You challenged. "Is that why you belittled me and deemed me nothing more than a wife in front of everyone in the counsel?"

He clenched his jaw. "I do not wish for you to accompany me to the North, I can not risk your life for an alliance that I am not certain of yet."

You scuffed. "Bullshit."

Jacaerys sighed, but his muscles slowly dropped at the sight of the tension in your shoulders. You waited for an answer, but he took a step closer instead. You held back your breath as he slide an arm behind your waist gently. "You're right, I shouldn't have said those things in front of the council. I became desperate and clung to the safest option that would keep you in Dragonstone without a challenge from anyone.

"But I do not wish to stay here."

"And I do not wish to put you in danger."

"Then we're both imbeciles." You whispered, dropping your gaze to his lips subconsciously. He exhaled sharply, shaking his head in evident stress before tracing soft patterns over your back.

"Perhaps," He admitted, tilting his head to the side before lowly adding, "The things I said about your father's death, it was all a lie, I stepped out of line and I apologize for it. I should've been there to offer comfort like the husband I am, but I was so fucking scared of losing everyone."

"Jace – " You began, but he shook his head and his fingers pulled your face towards him.

" – I can't lose you." He stated, words vehement and firm as they slipped out his lips. You swallowed hard, examining his features with careful eyes – he was being sincere.

You nibbled your bottom lip.

"Let me go North with you." You pleaded, and he shifted a little on his heels at your sudden words. "You speak of fear and regret as if they're foreign to me. Have you ever stopped to think about how your injuries or possible death could affect me? I would much rather die than watch you go."

I let go of my father once too, you thought, and hell eventually happened.

He opened his mouth to speak, but you interrupted.

"Please, Jace," You whispered, and his lips swiftly met yours at the exposed vulnerability that ripped through your facade. You kissed him back, allowing the pain that retaliated in the pit of your stomach to dissipate at once.

After a moment, he pulled away and leaned his forehead pensively against yours.

"Okay," He finally breathed out, "Let's go North."

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starogeorgina · 28 days

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𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬

Pairing: Harwin Strong × Targ oc

Warnings: Mentions of blood

3.08

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mama!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Princess.”

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

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

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

His smugness is replaced by a look of irritation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, that was overly sweet.”

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

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

Harwin grins and walks towards you.

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

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

—

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

“We could throw it out!” you laugh.

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

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

“What’s wrong?”

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

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

“It may pass.”

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

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

“Ser Erryk.”

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

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madame-fear · 10 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

[ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟎𝟔 | 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 ]

— summary : [ — ✧ request ] you try to come to terms with your betrothed, but sometimes, it takes a time to fully recover from disappointment. — word count : 3.6k

— pairing : lucerys velaryon x betrothed!reader — genre : slight angst at the unrequited love, maybe. in general terms, fluff.

ೃ⁀➷ chapter one ೃ⁀➷ chapter two ೃ⁀➷ chapter three ೃ⁀➷ chapter four ೃ⁀➷ chapter five ೃ⁀➷ chapter six

As you returned from the short trip, the ship that had set sailing to take you to a nearby village across the Narrow Sea moored over the harbour outside of the Dragonstone castle.

With the young Velaryon Prince by your side and the bouquet of flowers he had gifted you previously tightly against your chest, you walked out of the ship just to make your way towards the entrace of the castle. There, his mother Rhaenyra awaited for both of you with a warming grin.

“Glad to see both of you had a lovely trip.” she seemed like a proud mother, vastly smiling as she noticed the way you joyfully gripped on the bouquet of flowers. She was a proud mother, being fully aware she raised her boys to be proper gentlemen, and treat girls as they deserved to be treated. Luke sheepishly smiled back, holding back a small little crimson fluster. “We did, Your Grace. It was a delightful new experience for me.” you bowed out of respect, before responding.

Walking both by her side, you entered the rocky castle. Her hands were placed one on top of the other in front of her body, as she briefly turned her head to look at her secondborn son. “Luke, you should already get going to your Valyrian lessons. Jace is surely waiting for you.” without hesitation, Luke nodded in agreement, even if he wished he could walk by your side for a little longer.

Before leaving, he gazed at you with a timid grin. “Meet you later, then, (y/n). Happy to know you had a nice trip.” he murmured a bit awkwardly, returning him a shy smile as well. “Me too. Luke. Meet you later.” you replied, as he made his own way towards the Main Hall where he usually had Valyrian lessons alongside Jacaerys. Of course it was time for him to take his daily lessons, but that was also more of an excuse for Rhaenyra to spend more time with you, her daughter-in-law.

“I must admit, I am very delighted to see how both of you have grown fond over each other in such a short period of time.” after a few moments of silence after Lucerys left, she finally spoke. You had exactly no idea why both of you were casually strolling around the large halls of Dragonstone, but you had no complaint. “And so I am, Your Grace. Lucerys always finds a way to ease my nerves from my... Upcoming wedding with Jacaerys. He knows what to say, and what to do to comfort me.”

A grin appeared at the corner of her lips at your honesty. Even if the betrothal was far better than what you imagined it would be through the entirety of your life, you were still reluctant of the idea of being married to someone that you deeply loved, while he is head over heels in love with another woman, and you had to pump out heirs for him. And though Rhaenyra most likely had no idea about the situation, she was understanding of how you felt.

“I once was your age, my sweet girl. I understand how overwhelming betrothals can be.” she replied, only to then lower her gaze softly towards you, as you turned your head to stare at her. “But rest assured, my love, you have nothing to worry for. Jace knows how to treat girls such as yourself, he would never do anything to make you feel uncomfortable.” if only she knew, you thought to yourself.

“Besides, not only you already have our deepest respect and protection from House Targaryen and House Velaryon; but as well from our allies.” both of you abruptly stopped your steps, standing in the middle of the halls as you turned to stare at one another. “The realm will surely be delighted to have you as future Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, and you will be excellent.” her hand went to caress your cheek tenderly, making you timidly smile at the warmth that irradiated from her.

“You will be an excellent Queen, mother, and Wife, I can already tell.” she definitely knew how to provide comfort, just like Lucerys did, even if you weren’t as eager about your marriage as you previously were before you comfronted Jace about his crush on Lady Baela. At least, you had the respect and love of two of the greatest Houses in Westeros, and a lovely mother-in-law.

A thin string of silence loomed between both of you, after you muttered a quiet “thank you, Your Grace.” at her kind words. “And speaking of Jacaerys, he’s been looking for you. He informed me, he wished to speak privately with you.” a discreet sigh escaped from you, knowing where the conversation with him would go. As much as you wished to continue ignore him, what Luke previously told you echoed through your head, and he was right. If you kept pushing him away, or avoiding one another, the day of your wedding ceremony would be intensely awkward, and your marriage would be unbearable. And not only that, but you couldn’t make up a proper excuse to avoid him in front of his mother.

“What for?” you inquired, lifting one of your eyebrows curiously. You knew what he would probably talk about. “I’m not sure, love. The best I can offer you to do, is take you to him and find out.” she was truly clueless of the discussion you had with her eldest son, but you returned her comforting smile, and nodded as if nothing had happened. And as much as you dreaded the conversation, you’d eventually have to do as Luke suggested you to do: become friends.

Another sigh escaped. A small moment of silence grew, being absorbed in your own thoughts, before replying. “Very well, then. Take me to him, Your Grace.”

With gentle footsteps, and by Rhaenyra’s side, you entered the grand Main Hall of Dragonstone. The High Valyrian-speaking voices coming from both Princes echoed through the quiet room, along your approaching footsteps.

Some exhaled huffs out of frustration were heard frequently coming from Jace, feeling a bit vexed for not getting some words plus the pronunciation right. The boys’ sight was raised to both Rhaenyra and yourself, the maester that taught them Valyrian turning around as well, bowing his head down out of curtsy. “(y/n), there you are! I was looking for you everywhere.” jace spoke, shifting his attention on you now. You smiled at him briefly, as his coffee eyes curiously went down to the bouquet of flowers you had never dropped. He had an idea of whom might have gifted them to you.

“Your mother told me.” you retorted, as the Prince approached you to stand in front of you, and Rhaenyra. “You wished to discuss a personal matter, I heard?” in response, he nodded at you, turning to stare at his mother a bit feebly afterwards. “Yes, and I was hoping we could be excused and discuss it privately.” of course, Rhaenyra had absolute no idea about what was going in between the two of you. You both played pretend along just enough to properly hide the awkward tension that loomed between you in front of his mother.

Rhaenyra sighed, and gave him a single bow down with her head as in approval of his request. “You may be excused, and Luke will be as well. While you privately discuss your matters, you will take a break from your lessons, and then you may continue.”

“Understood, mother. Thank you.” jacaerys nodded, quietly thinking her. The eldest Velaryon extended his arm for you to take, and a bit reluctanty, you placed your hand around his arm so Jace could guide you to wherever place he wished to go as you spoke. And as expected, the second you left the Main Hall, you knew he had began to walk you to the gardens of Dragonstone, being fully aware of your liking for flowers.

During the walk, the tense atmosphere between the both of you was enough to be cut with a knife, if you wished. It had been a silent walk, where the only thing that you could both hear was your footsteps that echoed through the large halls. You had no idea where to initiate the conversation, or how to apologise to him for the discussion you had the previous night, as you insisted on your argument of having nothing to apologise for.

“Lovely flowers.” he spoke first, complimenting the bouquet, lowering his gaze towards it. You gave him a tiny grin. “May I ask, where ymhave you bought the bouquet? Or who gave it to you?” your eyes remained on the path, beginning to reach the vast gardens of Dragonstone. For the first time during the entire walk, you lifted your sight to stare at him.

“Lucerys gifted it to me.”

Your answer was cold and straight, still being intoxicated with both bittersweet and slightly angst feelings, wishing you could just poof away from the situation. Jace had pressumed Luke had gifted the bouquet to you, having noticed how his brother always tries to spend most of his time with you, but wasn’t certain about such assumption. Your answer confirmed it already. His lips turned into a straight line for a moment.

“I see. I’m delighted to know you befriended Luke.” he replied, rather awkwardly.

Both of you reached the gardens, entering them. The chirping of the birds was faintly heard, as well as the leaves rustling from the cool breeze. The sweet scent from the flowers was calming, and rather tranquil. A place you often used to think by yourself.

At his last statement, you had no response. You had no response, solely because you were immersed in your own thoughts, planning a way on guiding the conversation of befriending one another. For an arranged married you initially were keen of, only to know your betrothed fancied another Lady, the only escape was becoming friends as much as you both suffered and despised it.

Another awkward moment of silence was thread between the two of you. “Jacaerys,” you finally spoke, swallowing your own pride slightly. In response, Jace curiously hummed, lowering his gaze to you as you glided your fingertips across a recently bloomed flower.

“I apologise for all that happened last night.” you stopped walking, as you began to play with the stem of a flower, admiring the way it was shaped, and the vivid colours the flower held. The eldest Prince swallowed, awkwardly having his lips as a thin line. Truth to be told, you weren’t supposed to be the one apologising, and he was well aware of that. But just like you, he had no idea how to form the proper words to apologise.

“What for, dear? You have nothing to apologise for, in any case-”

“I apologise for trying to control the way you feel towards Lady Baela.”

You gulped, moving your eyes to stare at him. He was surprised at your words. Before he could reply anything, you continued. As frustrated as you still were with him, a part deep inside of you was still disappointed, and even, a bit saddened from the heartbreak you suffered.

“Last night I felt overwhelmed. I was overwhelmed at the fact that, being head over heels for you, I constantly craved for your attention. I did everything to impress, surprise you, or try to spend time with you... Only to know, you always spent time with her rather than with your future Wife.”

A lump in your throat formed, trying to pause for a moment before you continued. “During this short time I avoided you, I realised that it was useless to have shouted at you. You can’t just change the way you feel for someone.” from the stem, you took the flower you were caressing, placing it inside the bouquet with the rest of the flowers. Your hand was once again wrapped around his arm, allowing you to be walked across the garden.

“I can’t change the way your heart feels for her. If you already fancy someone, you could never be romantically interested in someone else... Especially, if you met that someone else for a mere political arrangement.” his coffee eyes never left your face. As much as he was fully aware he should be the one actually apologising, a part of him was comforted by the fact that you understood his situation.

“Since our wedding ceremony is in a few full moons, avoiding one another will be rather unconvenient. Not only our wedding ceremony will be notoriously awkward, and our marriage rather insufferable.” a small chuckle spurred from him at the words you chose to use. “Yes, indeed. You’re quite right with that.” he replied, as both of you continued to walk around. “The best we could do, is properly befriend one another. Right?”

The word “befriend” when it came to Jacaerys and you still felt off. You weren’t yet fully satisfied with the idea, but you knew it would take you some time. You sighed, nodding. “Yes, befriend one another. Our betrothal will be merely for the conveniences of our Houses and the realm by providing heirs, and if we wish so, we can be with whomever we truly want.” you stared up at him, “You can be with Lady Baela, and I will be with anyone else I desire.”

“Sounds good enough for me.” but not yet for you. You sighed his answer off, and gave him a brief side smile. “Glad to know that. I hope we can make it work by simply staying as friends.” with a gentle movement, you released your hand from his arm. You still held the bouquet of flowers tightly against you, as if your life depended on it. And you had no intention of placing it somewhere else, just yet.

With gentle footsteps, you got ahead of him, making him become slower in his walking pace out of curiousity. You stopped in your pace, standing a few inches away from it. “I’m glad we came to an agreement with one another to be friends, Jacaerys.” with a gliding motion of your fingers across the flowers, you raised your sight to him as you had been staring down at them.

“But I hope you know, the disappointment still hurts. And it will for quite a while until I forget about what I once truly felt for you.”

His lips were partly open to answer, beginning to make his way towards you, but you interrupted him by abruptly walking away going back inside the castle, leaving him to stand there. It was going to be complicated, but it was only fair for you to feel in such way.

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The Dragon's Gold

Chapter One

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Aerys Reyne (male oc)

Summary: Aerys Reyne, son of Naerys Targaryen, the second-born daughter of King Viserys and Queen Aemma, has been best friends with Aegon since childhood. As boys, they had been inseparable. Many said that it reminded them of the early days of King Jaehaerys reign. When the princes Aemon and Baelon were still children. Wherever one boy was, it wasn't long before the other came running behind him. That was until forbidden desires of the heart forced a wedge between them. After the death of his grandsire, King Viserys, Aerys finds himself torn between two sides: stand by his oldest friend or stand by the only mother he has ever known.

Words: 7385

a/n: Dialogue in italics means that the characters are speaking in high valyrian. I was just too lazy to attempt to translate it. Though, there may be some high valyrian thrown in here and there. No beta, so I apologize for any or all grammar and spelling mistakes.

Aerys

Aerys sat on the dirt, sketching in the large leather-bound book sitting across his knees. Agana lay before him, resting her head on the dirt. The sun reflected beautifully off of her aquamarine and silver scales. Aerys’s eyes shifted quickly back and forth from the dragon to the book. The sound of laughter alerted the she-dragon and her rider. Agana let out a low rumble as she stretched her neck up.

“Don’t worry Agana. We’re done for today,” Aerys smiled as he stood.

He ran his fingers over the dragon's scaled neck. She let out what sounded like a purr as she relaxed under his touch. Her emerald green eyes stared at him as he pulled away. She lowered her neck to nuzzle her head against his chest. Aerys laughed as he patted her muzzle.

“I’m sorry, I have to go. We’ll go for a ride later,” he smiled.

He stepped back and picked up the brown leather bag on the dirt. He lifted the strap of his head to let it sit on his shoulder. Aerys rubbed Agana’s muzzle one last time before he called out to the dragon keepers. Aerys waved his hand until he lost sight of the dragon. It pained him to leave her chained up in this place, but he had no other choice. His grandfather, King Viserys, had told him the chains were mandatory.

“Make sure she gets a good meal, please. I’ll return later on today. It’s been a few days since she’s gotten to spread her wings,” Aerys said as he walked with the dragon keepers.

“Of course, Lord Reyne.” The dragon keepers bowed their heads.

The familiar sound of laughter caught Aerys’s attention. He followed the sound until he reached the two brown-haired boys. His younger cousins, Jace and Luke. Luke noticed him first and immediately ran to his side. The boy was jumping up and down in excitement.

“Mother is having the baby! We’ve picked an egg for them!” He exclaimed as he took hold of Aerys’s hand.

The older boy allowed himself to be pulled along. Aerys could feel the heat from the warming chamber without it even being opened. Ser Harwin was standing beside Jace, with an absentminded smile on his face as he watched the boy look at the large bronze-scaled egg sitting in the warming chamber.

“Jace, let me pick it on my own!” Luke smiled.

“You did good, Luke. I’m sure your mother will love it.” Aerys smiled as he patted Luke’s head.

“Alright boys,” Ser Harwin interrupted, “You should get that egg to the castle.”

“Will you come with us?” Luke asked as he ran to cling to the gold cloak. Harwin had a look of uncertainty on his face.

“That would be safest,” Aerys shrugged. “It’s not every day an egg leaves the dragon pit right?”

Harwin stared at the older boy for a moment before he nodded. Aerys was no fool. He understood why the man cared so much for the two boys. He had heard the whispers that spread through the castle like wildfire. Ser Harwin also did not do a great job of hiding his fondness for Aunt Rhaenyra’s children. However, it was mostly the boy’s colors that gave it away, brown hair, brown eyes, and pale skin. Whatever Velaryon blood they had in their veins was quite. . . distant.

Bastards, people whispered. The first time Aerys had heard that, he threatened to feed the little pompous Frey boy to Agana. Who the boy’s father was did not matter to Aerys. The boys were still his family, his blood. They had dragons. If that did not prove they were true Targaryens , Aerys did not know what would.

The boys made their way back to the Red Keep. They were escorted by Ser Harwin, a few gold cloaks, and Ser Lorent. Ser Lorent was the sworn shield of Aunt Rhaenyra. Luke was practically bouncing up and down the entire trip. He was excited to meet the newest edition of the family. He couldn’t decide which he wanted more, a brother or sister. He then began ranting about the pros and cons of both. Aerys sat quietly, simply listening to the little boy ramble. The boy thought of his brother, Robb, the current Lord of Castamere and head of House Reyne. Robb was his half-brother, born five years before him. He wondered if he had been as excited about his birth as Luke was about his new sibling.

Aerys hoped the babe would not cause his aunt too much trouble. He understood how dangerous the birthing bed could be. His mother had nearly died giving birth to him. Aerys had wished to remain at her side, but it would not be appropriate. So he had decided to spend the day with Agana, to keep himself distracted.

The castle seemed to be even more crowded than usual. Though the crowd moved to clear a path as the boys made their way through. Aerys went first, allowing the boys to follow behind him. The group made their way to Nyra's apartments easily enough. Nyra had yet to return to her chambers, so Aerys decided to return to his bedchamber to clean himself up.

He had to promise Luke he would return as soon as the baby was here before the boy let him go. Ser Lorent had offered to accompany him but Aerys refused. Aerys quietly walked down to his chambers. A few maids giggled and whispered amongst themselves as they watched him pass by. He smiled politely and nodded.

“I’ll never understand why they flock to you.”

Aerys flinched and turned his head. Aegon was standing on his right side, with a childish pout on his face.

“Maybe if you showed them a little more respect they’d do the same to you,” Aerys sighed.

“Respect? They’re servants. They respect me.” Aegon scoffed.

“I’m sure they do,” Aerys hummed.

Aerys sped up his pace to get away from the boy. Though Aegon was quick to follow. Aerys felt a twinge of nervousness as Aegon walked closer to him. This time their arms pressed side to side, their fingers brushed against each other as they walked. Aerys had thought of stepping away but he could not bring himself to do it.

“What’s the matter with you? Are you ill?” Aegon asked suddenly.

“What do you mean?” Aerys scrunched his face in confusion.

“Your face is red, and your hair is starting to stick to your forehead.”

Aerys wiped his forehead with his sleeve. “It’s nothing, I'm just worried about Nyra.”

Aegon hummed, “Yes, I heard her labors had started. Mother said she would be shocked if the child wasn’t another bast- boy.”

Aerys shot the older boy a glare, his hands clenched into fists. He picked up his pace, ignoring the Targaryen prince’s pleas to slow down. Aerys finally made it to the thick oak and iron door that shielded his bedchamber. He opened the door just enough to slip through. The young man quickly moved around the door to push it close, unfortunately, he wasn’t fast enough. Aegon slammed his hand against the door to stop it. Aerys sighed and simply walked to the small desk sitting beside his bed.

He dropped his bag onto the desk and took his seat. He ran his hand through his hair before dragging it down his face. He hadn’t gotten much sleep lately. The young man had known for days that Nyra was nearing the end of her pregnancy. Once again his worries began to overwhelm him. Surely she would be alright, this was her third child after all. Nyra had told him she had little to no trouble with Jace or Luke. So she expected this delivery to go smoothly enough. She had her handmaids and midwives to attend to her. Women who have much experience with delivering children.

“I’m sorry,” the prince apologized.

Aerys jumped slightly as he felt Aegon’s breath against his neck. He hadn’t heard the boy pull up a chair. He had been so caught up in his worries again. Aegon sat behind him, resting his head on Aerys’s shoulder. He could hear Aegon tapping his fingers against the chair, a nervous habit of his.

“I know, it’s just, you know how I feel about that. It’s bad enough they’ll have to deal with the realm whispering about them for the rest of their lives. They don’t need it from their family as well. Especially from you, they look up to you. It would crush them to hear it from you.”

“I know, it’s not their fault. I won’t say it again,” Aegon quickly sat up straight.

Aerys turned his head to see what he was doing. The older boy stood upright. He held his hand over his heart, a look of deep seriousness taking over his face.

“I swear it on my life.”

Aerys rolled his eyes but found himself laughing at the gesture. He lowered his head, not wanting to give Aegon the satisfaction of seeing him lose his composure. Aegon began laughing along with him. Aerys cleared his throat.

“How did it go with your mother this morning?”

Aegon huffed and shuffled over to the bed, letting himself fall forward. His messy hair fanned out around his head. He buried his face deeper into the blankets.

“That bad?” Aerys questioned, as he stood to his feet.

Aegon said something but it was muffled against the blanket, so Aerys could not understand it. Aerys said nothing as he joined Aegon on the bed. Though he chose to sit with his back against the wall. After a moment of silence, Aegon rolled over with a groan. He turned his head up to look at Aerys. He scooted himself up, laying his head on Aerys’s lap. Aerys’s fingers immediately found themselves gently untangling Aegon's hair. Aegon closed his eyes with a tired sigh.

“She spent the entire time lecturing me on my duties, like always. It's like she thinks I’m some kind of idiot or something.” He scoffed.

“You're her firstborn son, mothers always expect the most of their first. It’s not fair, but that's the way it works.”

“It’s not like I asked to be born first.” He snapped, moving to sit up.

Aerys watched quietly as Aegon moved to sit at the edge of the bed. A deep silence took over the room. Aerys scooted down the bed to sit beside him.

“I’m sorry. Here I am complaining about my mother when you don’t even have one. Shit, that came out wrong, sorry...” Aegon apologized, dropping his face into his hands.

“You have nothing to apologize for Aegon,” Aerys smiled and shook his head.

Aerys was thinking of what to say next when a loud knock came from the door. He stood quickly to see who it was. It was Ser Lorent, Nyra’s sworn shield. The older man had a smile on his face as he informed Aerys that the princess had given birth to another son. And more importantly that his aunt was alright.

Aerys dismissed the knight and quickly moved to change his clothes. He didn’t want to show up covered in dirt and charcoal. He had forgotten why he had returned to his chambers in the first place. Aegon had returned to lying on his back, glaring at the ceiling.

“I have to go, I promised Luke I would return to see the baby,” Aerys said as he finished lacing his boots.

Aegon stretched his limbs and moved to stand up. He patted his hair down.

“You want to come? I’m sure Nyra wouldn’t mind.”

“No thank you, we need to be at the dragon pit soon. Mother wants me to stay close to Aemond. Plus, I have a few other things I need to take care of.”

Aerys let out a groan. He had forgotten all about their training today. Oh well, so he would have to be a little late.

“Alright, I’ll meet you there.”

The two nodded and headed their separate ways. Aerys wondered what Aegon was up to. He thought of asking for a moment but then decided he didn’t want to know. Knowing Aegon, it probably has something to do with some new childish game of his. Aerys shook his head and quickly made his way to Nyra’s bed chamber. As he neared, he noticed a few servants cleaning up what appeared to be a trail of blood. His heart began to race as he sped up his pace, but still being careful not to get in the servant's way. Ser Lorent was standing watch over the door and quickly moved aside to allow Aerys entry.

Aerys entered the room just as Laenor was handing the baby over to Ser Harwin. He congratulated Laenor before he moved to find Nyra. She smiled as he moved to sit by her side.

“Are you alright? I saw the blood. Should we send for a maester?” He whispered urgently.

She chuckled softly and shook her head. “I am fine, Aerys. I’m exhausted, but I’ll recover.”

He nodded in understanding, but his face must have given away his concern because she placed a comforting hand on his face.

“I will be fine, I swear. Now, what would make me feel better is knowing you accompanied the boys to the dragon pit to keep an eye on them for me. The last thing I need is for them to get into trouble. We can visit more later alright?” Her thumb gently stroked along his face.

Aerys smiled and nodded in agreement. Laenor was trying to herd the boys together, mainly Luke, who was trying desperately to get his hands on the baby. Aerys quickly moved to help, gently pushing Luke along. He rode along in the carriage with the two Velaryon boys to the dragon pit. Luke had told him the baby had been named Joffrey. Aerys thought it was an odd choice of name, but he did not mention it. Jace seemed to be a little nervous. He was still learning how to command Vermax. Aerys could remember how he felt when he had begun training with Agana. However, he had very little difficulty with her. She learned everything quickly enough. He ruffled the older Velaryon boy’s brown hair to comfort him.

Aegon and Aemond had already arrived at the dragon pit before Aerys and the boys. Dragon keepers were awaiting them by the giant doors of the dragon pit. They followed them inside to meet with the other two princes. The dragon keepers decided that Aerys would go first. He waited eagerly for Agana to appear. The light gleamed off of her beautiful silver scales as she appeared from the darkness. She had grown much larger over the past year. Agana let out a soft growl as she moved forward.

“Serve! Halt, Agana!” Aerys quickly commanded.

The dragon came to a quick stop. She lowered her neck to press her head against his chest. He had been pushed back a few steps but he was quick to regain his balance. Aerys laughed as he rubbed his hand over the side of her face.

“Well done.” The old dragon keeper praised.

The sound of a bleating goat caught the dragon’s attention. She watched intently as the dragon keepers chained the goat in place, but she did not move from her spot. The dragon keepers quickly moved away from the goat. Aerys waited until they were at a safe distance before he gave the command.

“Dracarys, Agana!”

Agana quickly moved closer to the goat, raising her head back high. She let out a loud screech before a blast of flame shot from her mouth, engulfing the large goat. She scarfed it down quickly. When she was done, the dragon keepers escorted her back to her nest.

Aegon was up next, with his dragon Sunfyre. Sunfyre was truly a magnificent creature. His scales shimmered like freshly polished gold. Even the two long horns on his head seemed to shimmer. Aegon's lessons had gone by as quickly as Aerys. The two older boys had nearly mastered control of their dragons.

Finally, it was Jace’s turn, he was the last one. Luke was still too young to control Arrax, and Aemond had yet to claim a dragon. Aerys nudged Aegon’s shoulder when the older boy let out a fake yawn. The old dragon keeper nudged the Velaryon boy forward. It was important for Jace to stay in control of his emotions. If he got too afraid it would agitate the already ill-tempered Vermax. Jace jumped back when the green dragon lunged his head forward, but he was quick to command him to halt. Which earned him praise from the old dragon keeper. Jace was practically jumping with excitement as he asked if he could give Vermax the command. There was a wide smile across his face as he turned to face the group. Aegon and Aerys nodded their heads in encouragement.

“Dracarys, Vermax!”

The room lit up as the dragon fire consumed the goat. Aerys moved to stand beside Jace. They watched as Vermax quickly began to feast upon the roasted flesh.

“You did well.” He praised the brown-haired boy.

Aerys turned his head as Luke began to run ahead. He moved to go after him but Aegon shook his head. Aerys listened quietly as Aegon went on about Aemond not having a dragon. He knew it was a sensitive topic for the young Targaryen. Aerys could not even begin to imagine what his life would be like without Agana. It pained him to think about it. He furrowed his brows in confusion as Aegon claimed they found a dragon for him. It did not take long to understand what was going on.

Luke appeared from the darkness with a large pig by his side. The pig had wings tied to its body. The boys began laughing and taunting Aemond. Aerys found himself letting out a laugh, though he was quick to stifle it. The three boys ran away, leaving Aemond with the so-called pink dread. Aerys moved to stand by Aemond’s side.

“Don’t listen to them, Aemond. You still have time.”

The young Targaryen boy said nothing in return. Aerys placed a hand on his shoulder before he ran off to catch up with the other boys.

They had quickly returned to the castle after the dragon keepers had shown up with a very disheveled-looking Aemond. Luke and Jace waved as Ser Lorent escorted them back to their mother’s apartments. Aerys tried to wave as Aegon pulled him along. The two boys walked alone down the empty hall. Aemond had been sent to the queen as soon as they reached the castle.

“What you did to Aemond was cruel.”

“It was harmless fun. You laughed didn’t you?” Aegon turned his head to question him.

Aerys lowered his head to hide his smile. Aegon began to laugh.

“That’s not the point, Aegon. It was still cruel.”

The two boys returned to Aerys’s chambers. Aerys rolled his eyes as Aegon gawked at the serving girl who brought them wine. The young woman was quick to bow and leave the room. Aerys handed a cup to Aegon, who had made himself comfortable on the bed.

“You could at least take off your boots, they’re filthy.” Aerys scoffed as he kicked off his boots.

Aegon huffed and lifted his right foot. Aerys chose not to argue and simply pulled off Aegon's boots. He dropped them to the ground and climbed onto the bed. The two boys lay beside one another quietly. Aerys groaned as he stretched out his limbs. Perhaps he could slip in a quick nap before he had to train with Ser Criston. Aegon slowly crept his hand closer to Aerys’. His fingers toyed with Aerys’s hand until the boy lifted it, allowing Aegon to intertwine their fingers. He turned his head to find Aegon already watching him.

“We should go to Essos,” Aegon said.

“Essos? What would we do there?” Aerys scoffed.

“We could do whatever we want. We have dragons, the people there would treat us like kings. We’d drink the rarest wines, dine on the finest food, and have all the beautiful women we could ever want.”

“If only it were that simple. Your mother would never let you go. She’d send Ser Criston after you.” Aerys snickered as he poked at Aegon’s side.

The Targaryen prince swatted his hand away. “I doubt that. She’d probably cry tears of joy.”

Aerys laughed at the comment, making Aegon punch him on the arm.

“You could at least disagree!”

Aegon sighed and turned his head back towards the stone ceiling. Aerys began to think of what their life in Essos would be like. The idea did not appeal to the boy very much at all. His life and his family were here in Westeros. Wine, food, and women were not so important to him that he would abandon his family.

“I’m sorry, I’m sure she would be very distraught.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Aegon grumbled. “Forget I said anything.”

There was a sadness in Aegon’s voice as he turned his head away. His grip on Aerys’ fingers lessened and he moved his hand away. Aerys did not understand why the boy was so upset so he decided it was best to move on.

“Sunfyre has grown quite a bit,” He smiled.

The mention of Sunfyre always seemed to perk up the elder boy’s mood, but Aegon only hummed in agreement.

“Perhaps you could join me later. Agana is growing restless, she needs to stretch her wings.”

“I would have to ask my mother first. You know how she is,” Aegon sighed.

An awkward silence filled the room as the two boys stared at the ceiling. Aerys struggled to find the right thing to say. Aegon could be very difficult when he got into one of his moods.

“So, tell me more about this street of silk. How was it?” Aerys asked.

The older Targaryen boy scoffed, but a sly smirk slowly crept onto his lips.

“Was it that good?”

“Good? Gods be good Aerys, it was riveting. The people are absolutely mad. The girls are willing to do anything for a bit of coin. You will join me next time.”

“No thank you, that’s your thing. I think I’ll stick to my boring late-night reading.” Aerys shook his head.

“It was not a request. We shall go tonight.” Aegon proclaimed as he stood up triumphantly.

Aerys’ protests fell upon deaf ears as Aegon pulled on his boots, murmuring about his plans for the evening. Aerys, deciding to stop wasting his breath, moved to sit at his desk once again.

“We shall meet tonight by Balerion’s skull.”

Aegon declared as he made his way out of the room. The thick wooden door slammed loudly behind him. Aerys let out an amused sigh as he shook his head. What has he gotten himself into now, he questioned himself. Aerys grabbed a hold of his leather bag to hang it on his chair. As he lifted it into the air the strap snapped off sending his belongings tumbling onto the floor. The clink of metal caught his attention first. He was quick to scoop the ring into his hands. His eyes trailed over the bejeweled ring for any sign of damage, before unclasping the hinges on the side.

“I apologize muna,” he whispered as his finger trailed lightly over the enameled portrait within.

The young man closed the ring and slid it back onto his finger. He had forgotten to put it back on earlier. He only took it off because it was a bit difficult to sketch with it on. A feeling of sadness began to creep into his mind. How desperately he longed to have his mother and father back. It has been a little over a decade and yet the wound remains fresh in his heart. Aerys could feel his lips begin to tremble and his eyes well up with tears. He quickly cleared his throat and wiped his eyes with his sleeve. There would be time for tears later. For now, he had to prepare for his training with Ser Criston.

Aerys sprinted through the halls of the castle. Trying carefully to avoid contact with the passing nobles. As he rounded a corner a woman appeared. He tried desperately to come to a halt but was too slow. Aerys was quick to grab the woman before she could fall, but the tray in her hand clattered against the stone ground.

“I apologize, Lord Reyne. It was an accident,” the young woman began apologizing profusely.

She pressed her hands together as she prayed for mercy. Aerys shook his head. His hands gently closed around hers, as he tried to comfort her. He didn’t recognize her, Aerys assumed she must be new. The woman seemed to be around his age, maybe two or three years older. But she stood a head taller than him.

“It’s alright my lady, it is I who is to blame. I should know better than to be running around the halls at this busy hour. Come, let me help you.”

He smiled as he knelt to the ground. Fortunately, it was only cheese, grapes, and bread, so it was easy to pick up. The girl quickly knelt down and gently pushed his hands away.

“No-no my lord! I will clean it, don’t worry!”

“Nonsense, it's my fault.”

Aerys quickly snatched up as many of the fallen items as he could and placed them back in their bowls. It had almost turned into a competition. With everyone he reached for, the woman was quick to grab it first. When their work was done the woman quickly stood and bowed her head. Aerys watched as she scurried away, mostly likely back towards the kitchen. His gaze remained on her until she disappeared. He stood there for a moment longer before cursing under his breath. He was late.

By the time Aerys made it to the outer yard the rest of the boys were already swinging at dummies. Ser Criston spotted him first. Suddenly Aerys wished he hadn’t shown up at all. Ser Criston detests tardiness. The scowl on the white knight's face as he approached him filled his stomach with dread.

“Nice of you to finally show up, Lord Reyne, we feared you were unwell.”

“My apologies Ser Criston, I accidentally crashed into a maid on the way here. I had to help- my apologies.”

He silenced himself as the knight gave him a bored expression. Ser Criston nodded before nudging his hand towards the wooden swords. Aerys quickly took one before moving to the free dummy in the center. Aegon snickered as Aerys passed by him. Aerys swung his arms, striking the dummy with his wooden sword. He did this five more times before they began rotating. Aemond took his place as Aerys moved to take Jace’s place. Aegon groaned loudly as he struck the dummy with all his might. Aerys did the same. Aerys was not a fan of swords. He was adequate with a sword, but he did not believe anyone would be singing songs of his skills for years to come. His skill with a bow, however, was much better. However, sword training was a requirement. He had no say in the matter.

A quick thwack to the nape of his neck caught his attention. He turned his head to find the culprit. Aegon nodded his head ahead. Aerys followed his gaze to find two incoming maids. When they spotted the prince they quickly turned their gaze and scurried away. Aerys let out a weary sigh. He switched places with Jace again, moving away from Aegon. He gave the young boy a light pat on the shoulder as he passed. Ser Criston called for Aegon and Aemond to try and attack him. Aerys grabbed hold of Jace and Luke, gently pushing them back so they would not be in the way.

The two boys groaned as they threw their full weight into their attacks. Yet Ser Criston evaded them all, skillfully dodging every swing.

“You’ll have to do better than that,” he taunted.

The white knight quickly deflected Aegon's next blow. Sending the prince rushing forward. Ser Criston whacked the prince's bum as he stumbled. Ser Harwin called out to Jace and Luke. Aerys turned his head to listen as the gold cloak gave instructions. The boys followed his instructions, quickly lifting their swords. Aerys found himself doing the same. Ser Harwin’s gaze drifted over to Ser Criston. Aerys could feel the tension between the two men. It was no secret that there was bad blood between the two men. Though the reason why was unknown to Aerys, he knew it had something to do with Nyra. The white knight seemed to hold no love for the Princess.

“Seems the younger boys could do better with a bit of your attention, Ser Criston.”

“You questioned my method of instruction Ser?”

“Oh, I merely suggest that method be applied to all your pupils.”

Aegon and Aemond moved to stand with the rest of the boys. Luke smiled as he tried to taunt Aegon. The elder boy merely pushed him away. The young boy chuckled to himself. Aerys gave him a nod to get back in line. His smile slightly dropped as he moved to stand still.

“Very well,” the white knight replied to the gold cloak.

“Jaecaerys, come here.”

Aerys furrowed his brows as he watched the white knight grab Jace by the collar, roughly pulling him along with him.

“You’ll spar with Aegon.”

Aegon and Aemond chuckled to themselves. Aegon quickly fetched his sword before moving forward.

“Eldest son against eldest son,” the knight announced.

“Hardly a fair match-”

“I know you’ve never seen true battle Ser, but when steel is drawn a fair match isn’t something anyone should expect.” Ser Criston quipped.

Aegon gave Jace a pat on the back as he passed him. The two boys raised their blades as Ser Criston instructed.

“Engage.”

Aegon lunged forward with a yell. Jace was quick to deflect the attacks, but he was quickly becoming overwhelmed. Aegon forced him back with every blow. The elder prince moved his hand out, pushing the dark-haired boy to the ground. Aerys cursed under his breath.

“Come on Jace,” he whispered encouragingly.

The brown-haired boy was quick to his feet. This time it was Aegon who was pushed back with each attack. Jace swung the sword with all his might. He was fast, so fast that as soon as Aegon blocked a hit, another was right behind it. Aegon, clearly growing frustrated, moved behind a dummy. Pushing it forward so that it nearly toppled onto Jace.

“Foul play!” Ser Harwin called out as he moved to advise Jace.

“I’ll deal with him,” Ser Criston retorted as he pulled Aegon towards him.

Ser Harwin smiled as he quietly advised Jace, his gloved hand gently holding Jace by the chin.

“You!” Aegon yelled, gaining the younger boy’s attention.

Once again the two began their dance. Aegon’s attacks were unrelenting. The younger boy struggled to keep up once more. Ser Criston yelled out instructions to the elder prince. Aegon raised his leg kicking Jace in the stomach, sending the boy to the ground. The brown-haired boy was forced to try and defend himself on the ground. The white knight refused to allow Aegon to ease off. Instructing him to keep attacking.

“Enough!” Ser Harwin yelled as he grabbed Aegon, pulling him away from Jace.

The prince struggled against the gold cloak’s grasp. Ser Harwin released him, sending the prince stumbling.

“You dare lay hands on me?!” Aegon howled in anger.

The noise made Luke jump and tense up. Aerys put a comforting hand on Luke’s shoulder. He moved to stand behind his cousin. Resting his hands upon the small boy's shoulder, keeping him close.

“Aegon!” The king called, from where he usually sat, watching the boys train.

“You forget yourself Strong, that is the prince.” Ser Criston voiced.

“Is this what you teach Cole? Cruelty to the weaker opponent?” Ser Harwin said as he picked up the wooden swords.

Ser Criston dropped the wooden sword he had been holding to his feet. Ser Harwin kicked it away, refusing to bend down and pick it up.

“Your interest in the prince's training is quite unusual, Lord Commander.” Ser Criston replied. “Most men would only have that kind of devotion towards a cousin, or a brother... or a son.”

Aerys could feel his breath get caught in his throat. Cole would be so bold as to say such a thing in public? He watched the two men with uncertainty. Ser Harwin was not known for his tranquility. Nor was Ser Criston. Aerys remembered hearing the tale about how the white knight beat a man to death with his bare hands. It was on the very same night that Nyra married Ser Laenor. The gold cloak paused for a moment before he lunged towards Ser Criston. His large gloved hand connected to the knight's cheek. Aerys quickly grabbed Jace and Luke, pushing them behind his back.

Ser Harwin landed another hit, sending the white cloak to the ground. Yet he refused to relent, quickly climbing on top of the man, and continuing his assault. Ser Criston did not even put up a fight against the gold cloak. It took four other white cloaks to pull Ser Harwin off of Ser Criston. Though they struggled to hold him back.

“Say it again!” Ser Harwin roared. “Say it again!”

The lord commander had to be dragged out of the outer yard like an animal. His reputation would certainly take a heavy blow. Attacking a member of the king's guard was madness.

“What do we do now?” Luke asked, clinging onto Aerys’ sleeve.

“Don’t worry, let’s get you both back to your chambers.” Aerys smiled as he pulled the two boys along with him.

Luke still held on tightly as they walked quietly down the empty hallway. Jace had yet to speak, choosing to keep his head down. Ser Lorrent walked ahead of them, escorting them back to the young boy’s chambers. Ser Lorrent pushed open the thick oak doors. He moved out of the way, allowing the three boys to pass. Aerys gave him a nod of appreciation before the white cloak closed the doors. It was just the three of them now. They were in Jace’s room. Luke’s room was next door, but the boy wished to stay at his brother's side.

“Is Ser Harwin in trouble? What will happen to him?” Luke asked.

Aerys looked down at the small boy. He used his right hand to ruffle the boy’s curly hair. Aerys was aware of how close the boys were to Ser Harwin. Luke practically idolized the man. Ser Harwin’s father was the hand of the king, surely his punishment wouldn’t be that severe. Aerys gave him the best reassuring smile he could muster.

“I don’t know Luke, but I’m sure everything will be fine. Why don’t we go play with your toys hmm?”

Aerys waved his hand out towards the large wooden toy chest against the wall. Luke nodded before running off. Jace remained silent, staring at his shoes. Aerys placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder breaking whatever trance he was in.

“Come on,” he whispered, attempting to coax him into following Luke.

But the boy would not move. Aerys craned his neck to try and get a good look at the boy's face, but couldn’t. He finally placed a finger under the boy's chin, forcing him to look up. The poor boy was desperately fighting back the tears threatening to spill from his eyes. His trembling lips were curled upside down. Aerys kneeled on the floor to be at eye level with Jace. He placed a comforting hand on the boy's shoulder.

“What’s wrong Jace?” Aerys asked, as gently as he could.

“Is Ser Harwin my father?”

The young lord froze. He felt like he had been punched in the gut. His eyes glanced over to Luke, to ensure the boy had not heard the question. Fortunately, he seemed too preoccupied with his toys. At that moment it seemed like all the words he had ever learned were now lost to him. What could he say? What was he supposed to say? He supposed it was only natural for Jace to be curious. The boy was growing older. It was only a matter of time before the whispers of the court began weighing on his shoulders. He may still be young now, but he certainly was no fool. But it was not Aerys' place to confirm his suspicions.

“Ser Laenor has raised you since you were born. If that is not a father, I don’t know what is.”

“But Ser Criston said-”

“The Velaryons have claimed you as their own. The opinions of others do not matter.”

The brown-haired boy went silent. The look on his face made it apparent to Aerys that his words did nothing to satiate the boy’s curiosity. But regardless, Jace nodded his head and moved to join Luke. Aerys remained on his knee, cursing himself in his head for his tone. He had snapped a bit after the mention of Ser Criston. It was not intentional, but the boy's questions had left him feeling like a trapped animal. He would have to apologize later.

Aerys used the tips of his fingers to light smudge the charcoal, giving the dragon’s wing a more blended finish. He could feel small beads of sweat beginning to form on his forehead. Quickly, he used his sleeve to wipe them away. The young man had been working on this piece for nearly a week now. It was proving to be one of his greatest challenges yet.

“You’ve improved.”

Startled, he jumped in his seat. Aerys turned his head to find Nyra standing behind him. He hadn’t even noticed her come in. She gave him an apologetic smile as she gently rubbed his back.

“My apologies, I thought you heard me coming.”

“No worries, I just got a little distracted with this.” Aerys shrugged.

He turned his gaze back towards the drawing. Suddenly he was hyper-aware of all the flaws, little or imagined. Aerys moved to cover it but Nyra stopped him by placing a hand over his. Her eyes trailed over every inch of the dragon.

“Is that Syrax?”

Aerys gave her a simple nod. It was the first time he had ever drawn another dragon beside his and Aegons. Agana and Sunfyre were the perfect studies. They were able to lounge about for hours on end, allowing him to capture their magnificence. Aegon would mumble and groan every time Aerys dragged him along to the dragon pit just to sit there while Aerys sketched, but he always went along anyway. Though most of the time it would end in the two of them racing through the skies on dragonback. He had countless drawings of them, but Aerys wanted to do something different. In time he hoped to capture the beauty of all the dragons of the realm for his book. Dragon lore was scarce in this world. And who better to record it, than a dragon rider? Syrax was his next target. The she-dragon had recently brought forth another clutch. Before the new additions arrived, Syrax had become even more slothful than usual. So it was easy to sit and draw her while she lounged about in the dragon pit.

“I love it. You’ve captured her perfectly.”

Nyra pressed a quick kiss to his head.

“Though there is something else I’ve come here to discuss with you, Aerys.”

The young man nodded before turning his body to face her. She looked tired, which was understandable. The woman had just given birth to a child. Something Aerys understood was much more taxing on women’s bodies than men gave them credit for. He stood to his feet, offering her his chair. Aerys waited for her to be seated before fetching one for himself.

“What is it?” He inquired politely.

“Laenor and I have decided to leave for Dragonstone. The ship is getting ready as we speak.” Nyra spoke gently, as she caressed the back of his hand with her thumb.

“Oh,” Aerys furrowed his brow. “Alright...it shouldn’t take me long to pack my things.”

Aerys moved to stand but Nyra stopped him. He tilted his head in confusion. There was a sadness behind her violet eyes. His body stiffened under her touch, as she held his hands in hers. A sharp ache stabbed away at his chest. That familiar burning sensation reached his eyes. And he struggled to keep the frown away from his lips. He pursed his lips and turned his face to stare at the desk beside them.

“You’re not taking me with you...” he murmured.

“The king wishes for you to remain at court.”

A pregnant pause filled the air. Aerys was unsure of what to say. He did not trust his voice, too scared of possibly showing his affliction. Rhaenyra owed him nothing. She was not his mother and he was not her son. The princess was not required to take him with her. He was the king's ward, not hers.

“But that does not mean we’ll never see each other again. We’ll exchange letters, and you’re always welcome to come visit when the king permits it.”

Aerys said nothing.

“You have friends here. I understand you and Aegon are...close. Surely he would be upset if you left. You’ll be happy here, just like you’ve always been.”

“Of course,” he smiled. “I wish you a safe journey, Princess.”

Her face fell upon hearing her title come from his mouth. She opened her mouth to speak when a knock upon the door stopped her. Aerys quickly called out to them to enter. He pulled his hands away and stood to his feet. It was Elinda Massey, one of Rhaenyra’s handmaids.

“The ship is ready, Princess.”

“Thank you Elinda.”

The woman bowed before taking her leave. Aerys still refused to meet the Princess’s gaze. Instead choosing to stare at the tapestry next to his door. It was a man, pale-skinned and bare. His long white hair flowed down his body, which was entangled with a green dragon. The soft click of her shoes echoed as she moved to stand in front of him. Her fingers gently brushed his hair away from his face, before trailing down to cup his chin. That sweet sad smile returned to her face.

“This is not goodbye Aerys,” she pressed a gentle kiss to the top of his head.

Something she had done a million times before. Yet now the kiss that had always made him feel so warm, so safe, left him with nothing but a hollow feeling in his chest. He gave a simple nod. It was all he could do to not beg her to take him. To plead with her to not abandon him in the stony confines of this castle. But alas, he would not. He was nearly a man-grown. A man of the houses Reyne and Targaryen. He must always act with poise and good deportment.

“Perhaps you would like to see the boys before we depart?”

“No,” he snapped. “I mean, the hour is growing late. You’ll have a long journey ahead of you. I’m sure you’re all anxious to get out onto the sea already.”

“Aerys,” she sighed, gazing into his iris-colored eyes. “I know-”

Another knock sounded at the door. This time it was Ser Lorent who entered.

“We must be going now Princess,” he declared.

Aerys used this time to step back, pulling away from the Princess’s grasp. The woman pursed her lips and gave the young man a small nod.

“Alright,” she whispered.

Aerys said nothing as he watched her walk away. Her white hair slightly swayed behind her as she walked. Aerys moved to call out for her, yet he could not speak. The young man moved back to his desk. Allowing himself to drop back into his seat. He was alone now.

A/N: If you've made it this far, thank you so much for reading my work!

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lovelykhaleesiii · 1 year

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Have You Missed Me?

PAIRING: Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,475.

Summary: Aemond leaves you for a few weeks, and the time apart leaves you both starving for one another.

Warnings: SMUT, aemond’s trench coat!!!, swearing.

A/N - I just got this bright idea of Y/N wearing Aemond’s trench coat... Nothing BUT the coat, and I'm going FERAL !

You had longingly been awaiting this very night for quite some time now, and it finally arrived. It had only been a fair few weeks since Aemond had departed with his father, King Viserys, his older brother, Aegon, and younger nephews, Jace, Luke alongside his grandsire and Hand of the King Otto Hightower and a few good men of the Kingsguard and a maester on a seasonal hunt, Viserys had been planning for his sons and nephews.

“This ought to teach you boys of the significance between life and death, how to tread life carefully.” The words of his father, Aemond would mimic as he informed you of the news of his departure. Aemond was dreading moments like this, he never quite felt the sense of belonging with his immediate family, nor could he say with confidence that he had a grounded relationship with his father. Although Viserys being your only remaining, living Uncle, and having always treated you so warmly since as early as you could remember, you'd managed to convince Aemond to attend, for your sake.

Up until the moment he had left you in the privacy of your chambers, Aemond was desperate to stay behind with you. Not a single soul knew of your relationship with Aemond, as you both mutually agreed, it was best to remain secret until the moment was right, considering the rocky relationship between your side of the family against his. Especially considering your father, known for his temper, was none other than Daemon Targaryen, the Rogue Prince. You could imagine the vivid look on his face if word ever escape of you two together. If anything, Aemond in his own discreet way, enjoyed the sneaking around late at night, the way he could tempt you at feasts from across the table, luring you into his touch and just admiring you from afar. Having grown up “by the book” he relished in this unruly side you brought out of him.

Throughout the weeks passing by, you’d come to realise this was the first ever time you’d both been separated since uniting together as a pair. You found yourself often in fleeting moments, worrying about Aemond’s current whereabouts, your mind pondering over the daunting thoughts that he might have struck an injury, illness or worse. Although as Rhaenyra often exchanged letters by ravens with her second-born son, Luke, no ill news was exchanged.

Now, as you studiously watched the carriages pulling each party to the main courtyard of the castle, standing beside the remaining royal women, you grew tense with the excitement building up from within.

First, Luke and Jace had retired from the confines of the carriage, racing their way upto their mother, before each one had greeted you, Luke remained by your side, his arm enwrapped in yours, as Aemond stepped out last following Aegon, who seemed tipsy.

As your eyes met, you noticed a faint smile appearing on his face, as you felt your own beaming, before returning your gaze onto your younger step-brother.

“Come now, you boys should settle and eat before you rest.” Alicent had welcomingly proclaimed, as she ushered the boys into the great entrance.

After having grown impatient of you Luke and Jace’s accounts of their hunt, retelling and confusing one another of which account was true, you’d finally managed to excuse yourself from the table. Aemond had been sitting on the far end, listening to his father and Otto ramble away about the beast they’d managed to contrive with the help of the party. As usual, he seemed out of place although noticed you leaving.

Hastily, you sneakily manage to subtly confine yourself in Aemond’s quarters, knowing it wouldn’t be too long for him to find you, you were famished for his touch and voice. Throughout the quite, lonesome weeks, you had been meaning to plan for a little surprise for him upon his return, as a thank you for him having made the effort for you.

You had only ever nearly shared, one intimate moment with one another, and it had unfortunately been abruptly interrupted by some guard requesting for Aemond’s presence. Tonight you were definitely going to reclaim that lost moment.

You slipped out of your pale pink, silk gown effortlessly, flicking your hair back behind your shoulders as nakedly walked over towards Aemond’s wardrobe. As you expected, the servants had already returned his clothes into their rightful place, reaching up as you unhooked his large, leather trench coat.

When you’d first began feeling the way you did for Aemond, you found yourself flustered over the smallest of details when it came to him. This was one of them, you could recount the night so vividly, his platinum hair neatly tied back in a half up half-down style, flowing down against the coarse leather of his trench coat. He looked so incredibly rugged in it, a part of you even intimidate by how effortlessly he wore it. Not something you’d expect a Prince to be clothed in, although Aemond was not fond of the materialism of his world.

You attentively fixed yourself in the mirror, his trench coat hugging over your naked, exposed body before you felt just right in it. Making your way hastily over to his king-size bed, you laid yourself comfortably down, in a graceful yet subtly exposed position, eagerly waiting for him to join.

And cue the perfect moment, the door had hastily opened without even a knock, Aemond entered his chambers, before coming to a complete halt as he forced the door shut, keeping his eye fixated on you.

“Oh how I've missed you, my Prince-” You softly utter, feeling your hand run slowly through the cold, soft linen of his bed that had remained unoccupied for too long now, your other hand resting against your head. He crept closer, closing the small distance between you two, his eye constantly remained on you, a look you’d never truly witnessed before on Aemond...He looked hungry.

“Now, how much have you missed me?” You playfully whisper, as your free hand instinctively reaches down to your cunt, grazing over the moist skin, sensing your wetness beginning to pool just by the sight of Aemond. You were starving for the man, and he knew it… The subtle smirk on his face, proved otherwise.

Before reaching the edge of the bed, as he slowly walked over towards you, shedding each layer of clothing he had on, now completely off except for his pants. From where you had been sprawled, his height looked domineering, before he bent down over towards you, his knees now up on the mattress. His hand felt rough now, as his thumb began to caress your cheek gently whilst his palm held your chin. One of your free hands ran through the straight strands of his long, silver hair, whilst the other traced over the outline of his eye-patch. Aemond was comfortable enough with you regarding his eye: he was surprise to find that it did not grotesque you.

As though instinct, you removed it, throwing the garment across the room.

Now seeing him in all his glory, the moment was perfect.

He remained silent throughout, although this wasn’t unusual of Aemond, particularly in these intimate moments. He preferred to express himself through physical actions when he could, and you grew acquainted to that.

After having studied you since the moment he arrived, his eyes lingered now to your lips, and without hesitation, you felt his lips plunging down against yours, his tongue slipping its way smoothly into your mouth, as his hands snaked their way around your waist, lifting you into his sturdy embrace.

His lips moved away from yours, leaving a trail of wet kisses coursing down your jaw, to your neck as he suckled on your sweet, tender skin.

“Hmm, fuck.” A low, deep growl escaping his mouth, as he inhaled your floral scent in. You were now sitting atop of his thighs, your cunt spread out against the fabric of his rough pants, your wetness seeping through, even leaving a slight trace against the cloth. You could feel his member growing, a slow throbbing sensation extended between you two, as you pressed down against him deeper. His one arm held your neck, as it made its way along your back providing you with some support, as his other tightly gripped a buttock cheek, squeezing your flesh in his hand.

“Perhaps I should go hunting more often, if this is what I am to come home to.” He slyly utters, breaking a moment away as he licks his lips, almost as though tasting you.

All the worries of the past few weeks had melted away in this very moment, all that you two were to face would be faced in due time... This present moment with Aemond was all that existed now.

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aphrodisiac-siren · 1 year

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Dynasty of Flames

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen-Royce Reader

Summary: Being born into the most respected and equally feared houses in the realm made people look up to you as if you were a god and the devil himself, in equal measure. People say that when a Targaryen is born, the gods flip a coin; and when news of the birth of Daemon's firstborn- a girl, spread, people could only wait in anticipation to see which side of the coin faced up during her birth.

Y/N slowly starting to turn into Daemon 2.0

Warnings: Incest (duh)

Part 1, part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7,

Part 8

The large dining hall was well lit up and well decorated in the colours of gold and maroon. When Y/N arrived with the rest of her family, the greens were already present by the table yet none of them had taken their seats.

Y/N picked a spot next to Jace and right when Aemond spotted her walking toward the chair she intended to be seated in, he too walked in the same direction, pulling it out for her. Y/N smiled up at him and Aemond gave her a curt nod.

Aegon remained standing even when Helaena took her place; he left an empty spot next to Y/N for Aemond but the prince did not put two and two together and instead went and sat himself at the head of the table.

Aegon inwardly groaned as he face-palmed himself. "You are an absolute twat" Aegon leaned closer to Aemond as he muttered "I gave you a- you smell different" Aegon noticed the fragrance of the oils. Aemond was silent and Aegon just sighed before going to sit beside Y/N.

As the dinner progressed, and after toasts had been made; The king's to Jace and Luke's engagement, Helaena's to Baela and Rhaena's near marriage. Even Rhaenyra and Alicent had made toasts to one another, both of them laughing as they spoke amidst themselves later on. Y/N too, seemed to be in a lovely mood, joking around with her sisters and laughing at something Jace was ranting about.

Aemond's gaze was fixated on Y/N the entire time. He smiled ever so slightly when he saw her laugh yet again and remembered how it was he who used to be able to make her laugh like that. He almost scoffed when he saw Jace nudge her shoulder, Y/N still giggling along with him.

Aegon noticed his brother's annoyance with Jace and immediately decided to take matters into his hands and ruin Jace's evening. He stood up from his place to pour himself some wine from a jug that was near Baela.

"I regret the disappointment you are soon to suffer" he whispered into her ear, referring to Jace's lack of experience in bed "If you do ever wish to be satisfied, all you need to do is ask"

Jace slammed the table in rage just as Baela was about to hurl some rather indecent profanities at Aegon. Aemond immediately stood up from his chair, as if he were warning Jace that if he tried anything with Aegon, he would have to deal with him as well. Y/N turned toward her half-brother, curious as to what had upset him but Jace simply smiled and grabbed ahold of his chalice.

"I wish to raise my cup to prince Aegon and prince Aemond" Jace spoke through gritted teeth, still flashing a fake smile to mask his annoyance "I won't deny we've never gotten along well as children but I do have rather fond memories of our shared youth"

"Memories of you tormenting me?" Aemond sneered with a malicious grin "memories of Luke taking my ey-"

"I do hope that as men" Jace interrupted, not wanting for this peaceful dinner to go south "we might be friends or close allies. Let us put our past behind us and start afresh"

Y/N took a sip of her wine, eyeing Aemond from behind the rim of her glass and he too met her gaze.

For her sake, he mentally told himself as he sat down again, for her sake I will practice restraint.

"Let us have some music" the king clapped, thinking that at last, his lovely little family had come together as one.

Jace excused himself from Baela before he rose and walked toward Helaena, asking her for a dance. The older princess was rather happy to oblige and slid her hand into his. Luke asked Rhaena for a dance and Baela dragged her father along with her. Y/N knew Aemond did not like to dance so didn’t bother pestering him. She instead went and seized the queen Alicent and her step-mother Rhaenyra by the arms and pulled them along with her.

"Boys?" Alicent called out "won't you come dance?"

Aemond politely declined so Aegon stood up, just so that one of them wouldn’t be without a partner since it was an odd number of people.

Alicent and Rhaenyra danced together, remembering how they used to giggle and dance when they were girls when Rhaenyra had to take dance lessons.

Aegon paired with Y/N.

"Aemond is a decent dancer" he told the princess as he twirled her around in a half circle before linking arms at the elbows "I do not understand why he doesn’t dance. He seemed to be rather good at it when he practiced with Alys"

"Alys" Y/N repeated, her voice sharp"who is she? I do not think I have ever heard of her"

"Oh" Aegon raised his brow at the sudden shift in the girl's tone "Do i detect a hint of jealousy?"

"Please" Y/N rolled her eyes with a playful chuckle "I do not care who Aemond converses with, I am not his lady to be bothered by it. And even if I were, I wouldn’t have to worry, I know no one posses as a threat. I have no competition; simply fools who believe they are on the same pedestal as I am"

"Daemon's daughter indeed. Alys is just some bastard girl who lives in the keep, studying to be a wet nurse" Aegon grinned as he held her at the waist to turn around. He had to step closer to her for this and thus got a whiff of her bath oils, a scent very similar to the one Aemond had on. Aegon knew his brother and how he did not like experimenting with different fragrances; it did not take a genius to decipher what had happened.

"Did you and Aemond perhaps bathe together?" he asked in a hushed tone though his cheeky expression was constant "Do not try and deny it Y/N, the fragrant oils you both used speaks louder than those words of denial. Any other fluids that were exchanged besides those oils?"

"Aegon!" Y/N laughed at his statement, stumbling over her own footing for a few moments before she regained her balance.

The dance went on, everyone twirling in a circle joyously. Aemond was rather tempted to join but did not move and stayed at the table with his father and grandfather. While the others were busy swaying to the music, the king seemed to grow weary and Aemond called for the guards to take his father back to his chambers.

Once the rest of the family grew tired from their dancing, they each returned back to their seats.

"Y/N dear" Alicent spoke gently "Rhaenyra just mentioned that there is to be a tourney held to help find yourself a match"

"Ah, yes" the younger girl chuckled "I am not too thrilled with the idea but father seemed to be rather confident that I will find a suitable man to court and then perhaps be betrothed too"

"Oh how marvellous" Aegon clapped, gaining everyone's attention "Aemond absolutely loves tourneys!"

Aemond shot Aegon a murderous look the same time Jace and Luke looked at him quizzically.

"Didn’t you mention that you do not care for them?" Luke asked, phrasing it differently to avoid using the profanities that Aemond used.

"Aemond says things he does not mean all the time" Aegon spoke before Aemond could even respond "like how he said he wasn’t looking to marry"

"I never said that" Aemond snapped, his face contoured with annoyance, something Y/N found almost comical. For a moment it felt as though she caught a glimpse of the little boy she used to play with within the walls of this very castle.

"Lovely" Aegon raised his cup "let’s save you the hassle of organising a tourney and instead have you both court-"

"I appreciate your kind offer" Daemon interrupted "but you mustn’t bother, the preparations for the tourney are already well in order"

"Well I-"

"Furthermore my daughter wishes to find a suitor of her own choosing" Daemon continued "We won’t meddle in matters such as this, after all this is the man she is to spend the remainder of her life with and alongside who she will rule someday"

"Rule?" Jace asked and Y/N immediately winced.

Rhaenyra exchanged nervous glances between Jace, Daemon and Y/N, making it clear that she had not yet told Jace of who she had chosen as her successor.

"Y/N? What does he mean?" Jace's gaze shifted from his mother and toward his half-sister. Everyone at the table grew silent and Aegon seemed to be enjoying this; for once he was not responsible for any chaos.

"Perhaps we can discuss it later" Y/N nervously looked around "now is not the time"

"Right" Jace scoffed. He had a vague idea of what the conversation would be, whenever it happened. He was no longer going to be Rhaenyra's heir, something he was so hopeful for had been taken and given away to someone else, someone who seemed to care about some one-eyed prince far more than her own family.

Everyone at the table were only breaking away from that awkward silence when Luke decided to cause another uproar of mayhem.

As the servants brought along the food, they happed to place the roast pig right in front of Aemond.

Luke noticed this and immediately broke into a fit of giggles, leaning in to tell Rhaena about the story of the 'pink dread'

Aemond turned only for a moment, away from Y/N, and toward the rest of the table to see Luke shift glances between the pig and him, smirking shamelessly.

The nerve the boy had to laugh about years worth of bullying they'd put Aemond through for something that wasn’t in his control.

Aemond had run out of his patience and slammed his fist hard on the table, making everyone jolt.

Even the musicians ceased their playing.

"Final tribute" he picked up his goblet, slowly standing up "to the health of my nephews: Jace, Luke and Joffrey; each of them handsome, wise"

Aegon immediately raised his cup, knowing well that his brother was about to turn this peaceful dinner into a chaotic ale house.

Meanwhile Y/N was hopeful that he was perhaps actually trying to be nice toward them, that was until he uttered something that left even his mother on edge.

"Strong"

"Aemond" Queen Alicent tried to interrupt.

Y/N tugged at Aegon's coat when she heard him chuckle. She did not want the evening to be ruined.

"Come," Aemond went on despite his mother making her displeasure obvious and urging that he shouldn't push it "let us drain our cups to these three strong boys-"

"I dare you to say that again" Jace snapped at him, glaring menacingly at the older prince.

Darling Helaena did not seem to catch on to the insult at first as she smiled, bringing her hands together to clap before Jace's interruption had her pause and think on it for a minute.

Jace was trying to control his temper but it was a challenge every time he looked at Aemond and his shit-eating grin.

"Why? 'Twas only a compliment" Aemond shrugged, taking it a little too far now "do you not think yourself strong?"

Jace finally let his anger get the best of him and he stomped toward Aemond and punched him along the jaw in a fit of rage.

"Jace!" Y/N was up in an instant, obviously not expecting her half-brother to resort to any physical violence.

Aemond barely flinched, in fact he seemed quiet amused at the horrible punch Jace threw at him. It was so weak that even the wine in his chalice never spilled upon the impact.

He simply pushed the boy, not wanting to mirror his violent approach and engage in a fist fight that he knew he'd win.

That simple push against the chest was a display enough of his brute strength since it sent Jace straight to the floor.

Luke stood up to aid his brother but Aegon was already up and by his side, slamming Luke's head against the table.

"That is enough!" Alicent yelled at Aegon and she stood up from her chair, Rhaenyra doing the same.

Baela was up in an instant and Rhaena was quick to restrain her twin; she was well aware that Baela when angry would throw all rationality out the window. She'd even throw a chair if she felt like it.

"Why did you say that?" Y/N placed her hand on Aemond's bicep.

"I was only expressing how proud I am of my family ñuha dārilaros" Aemond innocently stated as he pretended he was unaware of what she was referring to whilst quickly pulling his hand out of her grasp "though it seems my nephews aren't quite as proud of theirs"

He turned around to menacingly stare at them as the king's guard restrained them. He found it amusing how the little runts were still struggling to break away from the guards to throw another punch at Aemond.

"And you" Y/N turned to Jace "what on earth possessed you to hit him? Could you not have communicated your displeasure in a civil manner?"

"He calls us bastards and you still find fault with me?" Jace snapped his tone dripping with venom, something that Y/N had never seen before "apologies your grace, I do hope you won’t take my head like how you took my throne"

"Your throne?" Y/N raised her brow. It was no secret that the princess did not appreciate anyone talking to her with their voice raised and their tone laced with mockery "I never took anything. I was granted my own birthri-"

"Wait, Wait!" Daemon interrupted the mess, stepping in between his daughter and Jace. He did not want a fght breaking out between the both of them now.

"Go to your quarters" Rhaenyra sounded exhausted "All of you go, now"

Each one left in silence. Jace, Luke, Baela and Rhaena first followed by Aemond, Y/N and Aegon.

"I think its best if we return back to Dragonstone" Rhaenyra told Alicent.

"But you've only just arrived" the queen took her hand in her own. After so many years, they were only just starting to get along and she missed all of it so much that she didn’t wish for it to end.

"Perhaps you could visit us during the tourney held for Y/N" Rhaenyra offered a smile "even if Aemond doesn’t wish to compete. You could come with us and spectate, just like we used to"

Alicent smiled fondly at the memory and gave Rhaenyra's hand a gentle squeeze.

"I would like that very much"

In the days following up to the tourney, Y/N had grown apart from the boys. Baela and Rhaena were put in a difficult situation because of it; on one side stood their betrotheds and on the other was their dear sister who they were happy for upon the news of her being named as Rhaenyra's heir.

The atmosphere was tense and Y/N avoided conversation with them as much as possible to avoid any disruption at Dragonstone. She did not wish to repeat the same thing that happened at King's landing.

On the day of the tourney, Y/N wore a lovely gown- rusty pink in colour. Her hair was braided into an elegant half up-half down style, her silver locks of hair standing out amidst the brunette curls.

Queen Alicent was present, as promised but neither of her children accompanied her, including Aemond.

Y/N didn’t care for any of this, she seemed rather bored than interested when all of the contenders for her hand marched out onto the field.

"Aren’t you even the least bit excited to find someone you-"

"No" she interrupted Rhaenyra, politely "I feel like a piece of meat hoisted up for these men to fight over like hungry dogs"

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes and Alicent laughed, reminded of how Rhaenyra too was like that once. Never keen on getting married.

Y/N fidgeted with the fabric of her dress, not bothering to so much as glance at the men who were announcing themselves.

"Lo kostā sepār dīnagon va iā urnēptre naejot sagon ezīmagon ziry" Daemon leaned in to whisper to his daughter "kesan sagon olvie kirimvogon lēda hen ao"

"If you can just pretend to be interested, I will be rather appreciative of you"

Y/N only rolled her eyes. She knew that her father would call off the entire thing if she asked for it, she was rather spoiled in that sense. But the only reason he went ahead with it was to simply spite Aemond, someone he did not seem to like as much.

"Kessa kepa"

"Yes father"

A loud rumbling sound startled the princess and when she turned, she saw that everyone else too were caught off guard. A few seconds passed when that sound thundered down again and the a shadow befell the ground.

Y/N, for the first time that entire day, smiled. By the looks of it, a rainstorm was about to commence and thus, put this absurd competition for her hand at a halt.

A loud thud sounded and she could swear she momentarily felt the ground shake beneath her feet.

Gasps arose from the crowd gathered at the stands and Daemon was the first one who stood up to peer over the balcony and immediately his face hardened. Curious as to what put her father in such a bad temperament, Y/N too followed after him and leaned over the barrister.

Her heart skipped a beat and she could physically feel a cool fluttering sensation in her chest when her eyes landed on the majestic winged beast, snarling at nothing.

The rider of the dragon swiftly unchained himself from the saddle and climbed down promptly before he walked toward the stands, taking confident strides.

It was not his silver hair, or his midnight-black armour but the striking blue of the sapphire that caught her attention. It was not cloaked or covered beneath a leather patch like how it normally was. No, it was on display for the world to see and admire or to be frightened of; the beholder did not care.

Y/N grinned as Aemond approached, ignoring the sneers Jace and Luke were throwing at him over her shoulder.

Quiet the entrance, she thought.

“Dārilaros” he looked up at her with the faintest smile “Lo kesā rual nyke, nyke kessa hae naejot urnēptre nyke mērī gūrogon hen aōha ondos”

“Princess, If you will allow me, I shall like to prove that I alone am worthy of your hand”

Y/N smiled as she leaned forward to speak to him. “nyke gaomagon naejot pendagon ao gōntan daor hae tourneys”

“I thought you did not like tourneys”

“Gaoman daor hae tourneys” Aemond tilted his head slightly “yn se dārilaros y/n? konir sagon tolmiot hen ziry”

“I do not like tourneys. But the princess Y/N? That is entirely different”

Aemond then took a step forward.

“Might I ask for your favour?”

Y/N couldn’t keep the smile off her face. She didn’t know why but she found this entire situation rather sweet. Him showing up despite not liking tourneys, travelling here all the way for her, it just felt sweet. The princess climbed down the stairs, reaching up to her hair and undoing one of the ribbons. Her hair came cascading down, some of the braids getting halfway undone.

“Your sword, my prince” she spoke tenderly, remembering to address him using her formalities since they were in the presence of other nobles. Aemond obliged and unsheathed his sword. Y/N then carefully wrapped the satin ribbon around the hilt, from the pommel all the way to the cross guard, tying a reef knot to secure it before making a little bow; just to add some playfulness to Aemond’s intimidating attire.

That was the first time she had seen him clad in armour and by the gods he looked dashing.

“These lords can try as hard as they want” Aemond lowered his voice until it was nothing more than a whisper “but I am the one who is going to win your hand”

“You seem rather certain” Y/N hummed even though she knew out of everyone here if she had to pick, she would choose her childhood friend,

Aemond grinned. Of course he was certain; no one else here was deserving of her like how he was. She was a dragon, the same as him. She was made by the gods just for him, the same way the gods had crafted him for her. Why else would they get along so well ever since they were babes? It was only fate that the both of them would become one with marriage.

“You and I, we were created for each other by the gods” he told her “and I will prove it to you today. I will prove to all present that you and I are destined to become one and add to the glory of our house”

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Hello darling.

I'm not sure if the requests are still open but can I ask for adoptive daughter with Daemon and Rhaenyra? Them being just in purly love with the child , protecting and supporting them.

AN:Hi, I hope you like it x

You had been a daughter of a maid at Dragonstone when the Prince and Princess arrived. It was only two short years later that your mother died. You were only 5 at the time; close with the children of the couple and their dragons. It is why it came to no shock when you were officially adopted by them.

10 years had passed since that celebration.

You rolled your eyes at the arguments Jace and Luke were having. Such brothers, you thought to yourself. “Mother.” You called out to Rhaenyra as the three of you moved through the corridors. You noticed Rhaenyra and Daemon in the war room; standing in front of the map drawn on the table.

They looked up when the three of you entered the room; the two boys continued arguing as you rolled your eyes once more. “What is going on here?” Rhaenyra hummed in humour as a soft smile came over her face. You only hummed and gracefully placed yourself on the chair near the fireplace.

“He stole my sword.” Jace mumbled and folded his arms as he moved towards his mother’s side. You softly giggled out. That was what the argument was about? They really hadn’t changed one bit. “Such a liar.” Luke pouted and moved over to Daemon; looking onto the map on the table.

You rested your head against the chair with a soft shiver. You hadn’t wanted to worry your parents with your illness. Thankfully, the maester was concerned with your mother’s pregnancy to notice anything amiss with you. A soft shiver ran down your spine as you bit your lip to keep from whimpering out.

“Y/N.” A voice called and you couldn’t even figure out who had spoken. Your hand moved to your head as pain moved through it. A soft hum escaped you as you tried to clear your vision and mind. “Y/N” The voice was more panic now as your head lolled back and you slowly lost consciousness.

You groaned as the bright sun moved over your face. Slowly, you move to turn and burrow into the sheets. “Y/N..you are awake.” The soft voice of your mother had your eyes fluttering once more. You pulled the covers to your chin as you finally were able to see. “Mother.” You whispered out.

“You had us worried.” Daemon’s voice came from the other side of the room as he lent against the wall. “I’m sorry.” You whispered out with a soft cough; even though your heart warmed at his words. Another cough escaped you as you began to sit up. Your mother is moving close with a goblet of water.

“Thank you.” You hummed and she softly smiled at you as you leaned in and began to sip the water. “Why didn’t you tell us you were ill?” Rhaenyra gently asked as she took your hand in hers. You chewed nervously on your bottom lip as you looked down. Your own fingers playing with her.

“I didn’t want to worry you.” You whispered out and thankfully your cough seemed to leave you now. You cuddled the covers close to you still as you moved to sit up. Your father began to close in on you. His eyes on you and you could only duck your head once more. Apologies flowing from you for making them worry.

“Shh.” Rhaenyra moved and embraced you. Her fingers moved through your locks as you rested your head on her shoulder. You softly sniffled and burrowed into her neck some more as her hold on you tightened. Her hand moved up and down your back as she gently placed you back onto the bed.

You looked up at her with a soft smile before Daemon gently pushed your locks of hair from your face. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead. Your fever had quickly broken in your sleep. “You do not need to worry about bothering us.” Daemon whispered and placed himself beside you.

You hummed and turned to rest your head on him. “I know..” You whispered out, chewing on your bottom lip. You finally rested your head back down as you curled against them both for a moment of peace and quiet. Of course, it couldn’t last forever as the knocks sounded on the door.

“Mother..sister.” Jace and Luke rushed into the room whilst the maid apologetically nodded towards them. They moved onto the bed without another word and you couldn’t help but giggle out loud. You gently brought them into a hug as you continued to rest on the mountain of pillows.

You giggled and brought them close as the covers were brought around you all. You hadn’t shared a bed in so long, you thought to yourself. The storm began to pick up around you all; the rain harshly falling down. But no cold could come in; not with the covers so wrapply tied and your parent’s loving embrace.

“Rest now.” Rhaenyra whispered to the children as they chatted to each other. Her and Daemon smiled over their heads. The little family they had warmed their hearts just as much as it did to yours. Your mother pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head once more before you rested it down.

You cuddled with your brothers as they whispered together under the sheets. It was their lull that had sleep comforting you. Your fear completely leaves you now as you snuggled into the warmth. All was well, you thought to yourself.

Rhaenyra couldn’t help but look down at the little family they had created and swore to always protect them; protect you. She looked up to see Daemon holding his own soft smile as his arm moved over the group of children. “We got lucky.” Daemon whispered to her as his hand moved to stroke her cheek.

The Princess could only lean into his touch; her soft smile only widening as she happily hummed to herself. Her hand reached to take Daemon’s in her own and she began to play with his fingers. Her own head resting after she placed one last comforting kiss to the top of your head.

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allkordelia · 9 months

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Keep Me in Your Thoughts (57)

Rhaelle haven't been to dragonstone in years, the last time she was there was when viserys invited her and her family to celebrate helaena's fifth nameday. A week long celebration ended up being a three day stay after daemon got into a argument with viserys, daemon wouldn't tell rhaelle or laena what it was about so they ended up not bringing it up again.

Rhaelle held gaemon and gaela's hand while baby daena slept soundly in the baby wrap carrier on her chest, they walk behind as daemon walk ahead with their other children. Before coming here rhaelle had to tell maekar and baelon that they had to apologize to rhaenyra and her sons for the words they said in the tunnels weeks ago, they werent happy about it but rhaelle didn't want any sensation between the children and beside jacerys and lucerys didn't deserve to be call such words, they are actually sweet children. But, their mother on they other hand is a different story, she is how old and still acting like she is in her younger years.

"Mama..." rhaelle was pull out her thought by gaela making her look down at her daughter in question as they stop in the chamber of the painted table, "....I don't like it here, it's scary." Gaela said glancing around the room uncomforable making Rhaelle frown and look around the room too, yes the place is a bit gloomy especially with the dark colors and the odd paintings on the wall.

"I know darling but all it needs is a bit of sunshine and a touch of love, and it will be like living in pentos again." Gaela look over at her brother, gaemon, who was burying in his face in rhaelle's side not liking the scary dragon paintings around.

"Okay, mama." Gaela said softly making rhaelle give a small smile as her hand rub gaela's back before she pull the girl close to her.

As daemon left to summon the servants to get their things, rhaenyra and her children walk in the chamber of the painted table.

"Princess Rhaelle." Rhaenyra acknowledged softly with her hand clasp together and front of her, she look over at her younger cousins, "Princesses and princes." She greeted with a head bow, rhaelle's children look back at her with blank looks while aemon gave a small smile and greeted her back.

"Princess Rhaenyra," rhaelle said monotone before looking at her nephews and neice, "Hello, prince jacerys, lucerys, and princess jaenara." Jacerys and lucerys greeted rhaelle back but jaenara stayed quiet as she stood by her mother.

"Where is our husband, princess." Rhaenyra ask as her eyes glancing around the room before coming closer making rhaelle look her up and down.

"I believe to summon the servants." Rhaenyra hmm with a nod before the room was filled with silence, rhaelle look over at vaelon and maekar to see them looking at the table with aemon in awe.

"Maekar. Baelon." The three boys look over at their mother as they take a step back from the table, "Do you have something you would like to say to your cousins." The boys scowl softly at their mother who raised a brow at them as she gave them a hard look.

Maekar sigh as he walk from the table to stand a few feet away from rhaenyra and her children with baelon following behind.

"Luke. Jace. I'm sorry." Maekar said as he look at his younger cousins before looking at rhaenyra, "I am sorry to you too, princess rhaenyra." Rhaenyra nod her head.

"Your apology is accepted, young prince." Rhaenyra says as jace and luke nod in agreement of their mother, maekar elbow baelon making the toung boy huff with a eyeroll.

"I'm sorry too." He said montone as he stare at rhaenyra blankly, rhaenyra narrow her eyes at the young boy before rethinking and giving him a small smile.

"Thank you, young princes." Rhaenyra look at rhaelle as if waiting for her to say something, rhaelle quirk a brow at the princess making her look away from her, she should knew better to think that rhaelle was going to apologize for hitting her.

Daemon walked in the room with several servants behind him, they went over to their things as daemon came up to rhaelle passing rhaenyra.

"Your rooms in the Sea Dragon Tower are already setup, after dinner I'll show the children to their rooms and you to mines." He said low as his hand went to rest on rhaelle's hip.

"Sounds good, my love." Rhaelle smile at her husband who smile back at her before kissing her cheek, daemon pull back to face the rest of their family.

"Come along, everyone. Dinner is ready." Gaela walk to her father and tug on his robes making him look down at her as she held up her arms asking him to pick her up, daemon gave a smile and bend picking up their daughter.

Rhaelle smile at daemon putting in the effort in trying to form an relationship with gaela, gaemon tug on rhaelle's hand making her chuckle as her son pull her along to follow his father and siblings.

Dinner was silent and tensed. No one said a word as they all ate in silence, not even rhaelle and daemon, they sensed the tension and thought since it was the first day there it was going to be a bit awkward so they didn't want to get the children to talk to one another. So, after dinner, daemon showed the children where they will be staying before daemon brought rhaelle to his chamber.

As they get ready for bed, rhaelle and daemon talked about dinner.

"I can't say I didn't expect it." Daemon said mentioning the quiet dinner.

"Me either." Rhaelle replied tired as she got under the covers, "I just hope in time they will get along again." Daemon blew out the candles and crawl into bed next to rhaelle.

"They will. They are children after all, and the strong boys do not hold grudges." Rhaelle glare at daemon in the dark for referring to jacerys and lucerys as "strong boys", "Goodnight, my love." Daemon kiss his wife on the cheek before he laid on his back, rhaelle stayed laid up against the bed thinking.

"Goodnight," she whispered back.

She wanted the children to get along, especially since they were going ro be living together for here on out. The idea of staying at Driftmark castle while rhaenyra and her children stay at dragonstone cross her mind, but she didn't want daemon to spend all his time with her not when he must also do his duties as a father not rhaenyra's children now that they loss their father. She had to remember to discuss being a father figure for rhaenyra's children especially to jacerys since he needs a man to show him how to be a good leader once he is older, she also has to work on rebuilding some ground between her and rhaenyra.

She knows if the children see rhaenyra and rhaelle acting bitter to one another, the children will think it's okay to do it to one another and rhaelle can't make that happen. So, she has to swallow her pride and try to make it work with rhaenyra, for the sake of the children.

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Rhaelle was on the couch reading a book in the great chamber, it was dark only the fireplace composing light for her to read. Daemon was with the boys training them, while the others were scattered around the castle. Daena was taking her afternoon nap, gaemon and gaela were in their rooms with their handmaid drawing, alys was outside with baela watching the boys train, and rhaena and alyssa were gone visiting their grandmother. She had no idea where jaenara was (probably with her mother) rhaelle has been trying not to think too much about the young velaryon girl, she doesn't know how but she sense Alys doesn't like jaenara anymore and she fears it because of what rhaenyra said that night.

"Yes, my daughter. Mine. Not yours." Rhaenys look rhaelle up and down with sneer, "No matter how much you want her to be she is not your daughter..."

Rhaelle took in a deep breathe before exhaling at the memory, she never felt so embarrassed or ashamed. Her children had to hear rhaenyra say that, alys had to hear that, the little girl has been acting very cold towards rhaelle for the pass few days. It seems every time she sees rhaelle interacting with jaenara, the girl begins to get into a bad mood and take it out on jaenara.

Rhaelle tried to talk to alys about her behavior towards jaenara, but once jaenara's name leaves rhaelle's mouth. The young girl burst into tears and cries until rhaelle comforts her and gets her to calm down, once calm rhaelle would forget the subject and take alys for a walk along the shoreline. Alys have also taken to clinging to rhaelle's side, she haven't seen her daughter like this since rhaelle had to give all her attention to baelon when he fall badly ill. She thinks her daughter might have a problem with sharing her mother, rhaelle was not use to having a child who was so possessive over her.

The only person she knew who was like that was daemon, and usually it didn't end well with his contant hovering and lack of consideration.

The doors to the great chamber was open making rhaelle's squint her eyes as she look at the door that brought in so much light, a female servant walk in with her hands clasp in front of her with a concern look.

"M'lady. You are needed in the chamber of the painted table." Rhaelle frown before she put her book aside for later, as the servant turn on her feet and guided rhaelle to the familiar chamber.

After three full moons, rhaelle didn't need her cane anymore now that her broken hip was finally healed, she still felt a dull pain in her left hip but she was happy that she didn't have to carry around her cane anymore. It made her feel old.

Rhaelle walked into the room to find Daemon staring down at baelon who had his arms cross over his face and a scowl on his young face along with a busted lip, while rhaenyra was standing next to jacerys who also had a scowl on his face along with a bruise on his cheek.

"What did you do." Rhaelle ask knowingly it was her son who started it as she walk up to her son, baelon didn't look at her as he kept scowling the ground, daemon smack baelon in the back of his head.

"Your mother ask you a question, baelon." Daemon hiss making rhaelle give daemon a look before looking at her son who finally glance up at his mother before looking away.

"It...was a misunderstanding, mother." Rhaelle furrow her brows and look over at jacerys and rhaenyra.

"A misunderstanding, huh? If it was a misunderstanding than you can explain why your cousin has a bruise cheek and you a busted lip." Rhaelle cross her arms and look at her child, baelon let out a low groan making rhaelle narrow her eyes at him.

"It was nothing." He stated under his breathe making rhaelle sigh and rub her eyes.

"Baelon. What happened....and the truth, please." Baelon huff and look at his mother.

"He...went into my chamber without asking, and took something that belong to me." Daemon and rhaelle shared a look, they didn't believe what their son said was true, "You don't believe me?" They look back at their son.

"What did he take from you?" Daemon ask, baelon swallow taking a moment before answering.

"My...My sword. My wooden sword that you made me, he took it." Daemon narrow his eyes at his son still not convinced.

"You hurt my son over a toy sword." Rhaenyra said angry, the two parents and the child ignore rhaenyra.

"Baelon, we use our words not our fist, you should have came to your father or me to tell us before taking things into your own hands." Rhaelle said sternly, "You will apologize and return to your chamber and stay there until dinner is ready." A flicker of relief pass through baelon's lavender eyes before he look away making rhaelle furrow her brows at her son's odd reaction to his punishment.

"Okay, mother." Rhaelle watch as baelon turn to jacerys to apologize, jacerys gave a nod forgiving baelon.

"I'll escort baelon to his chamber, and jacerys to hiss lesson." Daemon told rhaelle making her turn to him, he kiss her cheek making her give him a small smile, "See you at dinner, my belove." Daemon smile at his wife before he look at baelon who march ahead of his father toward the door with jacerys close behind, daemon gave rhaelle one more smile before following after the children.

Rhaenyra watch as her husbsnd completely ignore her as he stalk pass her to catch up with thr boys, rhaelle could see the defeat in rhaenyra's shoulder and sadness on her face. When rhaenyra sense someone watching her she turn her eyes to look at rhaelle, the older princess looks away from her second wife to the table, her finders drag along the carvings as she thinks.

"He really loves you." Rhaelle lifted her head up quickly taken back as she looks at rhaenyra.

"I'm sorry?" Rhaelle thinking about baelon so she didn't properly listen to what rhaenyra said, rhaenyra walks towards the table.

"When I was younger I...never believe my uncle could ever love anyone but himself," rhaenyra stood to parallel to rhaelle, "It was who he was, he was the rogue prince, the heathen who took what he wanted no matter the consequences and damn to all he hurt, but yet you changed him." Rhaelle glance away from rhaenyra.

"I didn't change him, he changed himself."

"Yes, but for you, he made himself better for you." Rhaelle look back at rhaenyra, "But, what I can't understand is why you, your not special, he knows that you shared a child with my father and otto, but yet he still wants to be with you. Why is that?" Rhaelle stare at rhaenyra in disbelief, the woman who is suppose to be their future queen could not for the life of her stop being a bitch towards rhaelle.

"Must you always be a cunt, rhaenyra." Rhaenyra shrug her shoulders unfaze.

"I'm just asking a question." Rhaelle gave the young woman an eyeroll.

"No, your looking for a fight and I won't give it to you."

"I just want to know what it is about you that makes daemon act like a bastard towards me,"

"Did you ever think maybe it's because your such a horrible woman towards his wife." It was rhaenyra turn to give a eyeroll inconceivable at the thought, "I'm being serious maybe try being a little nicer to me and maybe daemon won't treat you like a nuisance."

"Why should I be nice to you, when all you ever done is be unkind to me." Rhaelle let out an unbelievable scoff.

"Let's be honest, rhaenyra. All I ever done to you is give your father a son and married daemon, it is you who is the problem and it is you who will continue to push daemon further away." Rhaelle watch as rhaenyra's jaw slant before she right herself and look away.

"It's not fair." She muttered but rhaelle heard her.

"What's not fair, rhaenyra. That I get daemon and you don't."

"No." Rhaenyra look back at rhaelle with misty eyes, "You still have someone who loves you while I am here left with no one," rhaelle frown at the young woman, rhaenyra cast her eyes down, "I thought I could use daemon to fill the hole in my heart with sex, if it keeps me from thinking about my own loneliness and fallen love." Rhaelle looks at rhaenyra with a hint of pity, she couldn't imagine how devastating rhaenyra was when she heard about ser strong.

"You could always take another...as your own." Rhaelle suggest.

"Too risky. It's hard to find someone to trust these days," rhaenyra sighs, "And I don't know what's worse having a husband who won't consummate his marriage with me or always being worried that my love would betrayal me and my children."

Rhaelle was taken by surpise by rhaenyra's confession, she never knew that daemon didn't consummate his marriage, in all honesty, she didn't want to think about it. But, now hearing that rhaenyra couldn't get daemon to even consummate their marriage made her smile a little.

"I'm happy my pain can bring you some sick joy," rhaelle blinks as she focus on rhaenyra who wipe at her eye with her hand making rhaelle purse her lips.

"I wasn't...forget it, look rhaenyra." Rhaelle started making rhaenyra look at her, "If fucking daemon gets you to be a bit nicer around my children and bearable, I'll talk to daemon about visiting your chamber tonight." Rhaenyra furrow her brows as she look at rhaelle unsure and confuse.

"You...will so that...for me?" She ask making rhaelle nod.

"No, I'm doing it for my sake, and besides woman have needs. I for one can understand that, but if I do this we must come to an agreement." Rhaenyra look at rhaelle curiously.

"What sort of agreement." She ask.

"It have come to my understanding that our children do as we do, they see us arguing or fighting, it will make them argue and fight. I propose that we put our differences aside and be kinder to one another and help each other out."

"And in return, daemon visits my chamber every night before he comes to see you." Rhaelle laugh looking away from the spoiled princess.

"That's if he agrees to this and even if he does, you will be either seeing my husband after me or two times a week not every night." Rhaenyra poke her cheek with her tongue in thought, "Or another alternative." Rhaenyra quirk her brow at rhaelle, "If you want daemon every night you will have to share him with me in our chamber." Rhaelle said with smirk as she watch rhaenyra look at her with wide eyes in disbelief, she knows that rhaenyra will never go for that so...

"I'll rather see fortnightly." Rhaelle hmms in victory.

"I knew you chose the right choice." Rhaenyra watch rhaelle with a sour look as the woman once called queen turns her back to her to walk away, "I'll be in the garden if you need me." Rhaelle said over shoulder before walking out of the chamber.

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marvelita85 · 2 years

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Family dinner upon your arrival to kingslanding, definitely didnt feel like home anymore after 6 years all looked different

You sat in front of your uncle Daemon and sister Rhaenyra and your cousin Baela and nephew Luke, you saw like your half brothers entered the room and sat on the other side of the table, no one talk your eyes and Daemon's talk without speaking, he trained you to be a warrior, those dresses and playing to be a princess was so boring for you, you've always seek adventure and freedom, going to Dragonstone and live with your sister let you have it

- I've heard you got a training session this morning

- yes, it was quite fun... - you had a half smile and you looked to your left where your half brother Aemond was sitting with a stern look

- did you win?

- what kind of pupil you think you had all these years uncle, of course I did - you gave a full smile as your nephews laugh lightining the mood a little

Everything changed when your father entered the room his speech touch all of you and even your dispute with Alicent and her children everyone loved the king very much, you looked at your sister who stand and made a toast for the queen, you didnt feel much for Alicent but rejection and desdein as well as Aegon the oldest of her children, you couldnt say the same for the rest but you knew they've been friends when younger

After Alicent declared her feelings and showed moved by Rhaenyra's words dinners mood appered to be lighter, soft music was playing, you enjoyed the food and wine talking with your cousins and your uncle but there was a feeling and a stare that was bearing a hole in your skull, when you turn your sight you've heard what your brother said to your cousin Baela beside you and Jace stand furious and Aemond stand too, you did the same and Jace calmed knowing your chalenged to your brother spoke volumes Jace cleared his throat

- to Prince Aegon and... prince Aemond, we have not seen eachother in years, I have fond memories of our share youth and as men, I hope we may yet be friends and allies.

- to you and your family's good health dear brothers - you add to Jace speech and he nod at you sitting down

- to you as well - Aegon said unconfortable in his seat, as Aemond sat again you only sit when he sat back, you smile at your sister, she knew of your relaitionship with your brothers used to be closer than hers because of your close age but she didnt know what moves you now when you saw your younger brother who was the closer to you growing up

Aemond didnt want to admit it but he felt so much admiration and atraction for his sister, he never felt very atracted to women knowing very well he frightened most of them, he concentrated in being the best fighter but seeing his older sister fighting him and win woke something inside his body he'd never thought before, desire... maybe love she was not a damsel in distress, she was a trained warrior and a fearsome opponent, she has never wanted to be married to anyone but he started to think he was a Targaryen like her he was worth of his sister and there in silence sitting watching her enjoy her dinner and before his speech made their nephews fight his brother and himself, Aemond wanted his sister to be his complerly

You grabed Aegon from his collar when he pushed Luke to the table

- sit down...- you said firmly when Jace advanced to Aemond and Daemon stoped them with just a look, Rhaenyra sent them all to their rooms and Aemond left aswell, you exchaged a look with your uncle and followed the "kids" as you called them, them being younger than you

- you have grown sister...

- Aemond... lurking in the shadows I see... who doesnt know you would say you grab your mother's clubfoot clown following her around tendencies all the time

- you are very observing despite being here less than a day

- I am and I have a sharp eye for bullshit, like yours...

- you blame me, they are the ones who took my eye

- and you have to acuse them of being bastards all the time like even if they were is their fault

- is not... but for my eye they are, and I will have my revenge, you wont be there to protect them all the time

- you want to bet... you keep away from my family Aemond of I'm going to buried your face in dragon's shit and make you eat it

- your fire is tauning sister and i have to confess is calling me all the time - Aemond tried to get closer but you didnt reject his aproached you accept his hands on your waist, your faces inches apart, he was slyest taller than you but you had a confidence that made you stand tall

- be carefull little brother, I might have liked you in the past and even now i can see you have become a very handsome young man but if you threten Jace and Luke is personal and I promise I will put you in your place - your lips almost touching his but Aemond didnt realise your daga in your hand pointing at his throat, he swallow and you smiled removing the knife starting to walk away

- wait... if I lose my thirst of revenge agaisnt my nephews will you let me seek for your favors sister

- i thought your mother wanted to keep you open for alliances

- what better alliance than with the sister of the future queen...- you never thought about marriage and you had talked to your sister about the topic getting frustrated everytime

" you have to marry with someone you can handle, maybe younger than you, a 2nd son of some other house..." Daemon speaking high valyrian in her ear, Aemond was a posible example of what Daemon talked while training back in Dragonstone

- Tomorrow Im going back to Dragonstone if you feel beave enough you can fly with me on Vaghar - Aemond smirk apeared in his face

The next day you saw how the ship started its trip to Dragonstone, on the back of your dragon to fly enjoying the win in your face, a roar made you opened your eyes watching Vaghar beside Shadow, you smile and pat the side of your dragon as you had the same mind or she could read your mind, she went faster almost daring Vaghar to follow her, Shadow was faster and more agile than the older dragon she didnt want to play chase this time she felt content to reconect with that part of her family she've always loved so much and just started to realise of that love

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genz420 · 2 years

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The Fire That Burns With Us - Chapter 1: Our Birthright

Prologue - Next Part

126 AC - Kings Landing

Visenya and her brother were currently sitting on the floor awaiting their mother's arrival, Ser Harwin had been their escort for the morning and was crouching between Luke and Visenya as she held onto a wooden toy of a raven and Luke watches his brother's story with marvel in his eyes. The knight himself has a belly full of nerves but they are eased as he watches Jace make up a story to entertain his two younger siblings. Ser Harwin knew that the two boys were his, the blood of the old man was strong within them. But while Visenya might be his child he cared for her just the same as he did for his boys.

The two boys truly did look like brothers, with dark brown hair and eyes, and pale skin, with Luke's hair being on the curly side. Visenya on the other hand was the singing image of her mother, Targyren's features like sliver-white hair, purple eyes, pug noses, and pale skin, one clear difference between the two was that Visenya's hair, much like her younger brother, was curly. Her hair was often braided to keep out of her face.

“And then he sees a big, scary dragon!” Jace shouts as he swoops in the craving of the dragon toy into the soldiers on the ground. The smile spread across all three children's faces as they laughed as the dragon flew into the soldiers.

As the door to the children's room was opened and a tired and in pain Princess Rhaenyra slowly shuffled into the room with Ser Laenor walking behind her with the newborn son wrapped up in his arms. Ser Harwin was the first to stand up, looking upon his lover he wanted nothing more than to forget the formalities and help ease her pain in any way he could. Jace quickly looks up at his mother and drops the toy dragon that he was holding. Visenya follows his actions and Luke copies his older siblings.

“Mother look,” Jace tells his mother as all three children walk towards the warming chamber that held the dragon egg. Jace was quick to grasp the handle, wanting to be the one to show off the egg that had been chosen. Luke stood tall beside his brother with Visenya standing behind him, making sure that he didn’t try to touch the dragon egg as he had in the dragonpit. Jace lifts the top of the warming chamber off and the crackling sounds of the coals within fill the room, as well as the unmistakable smell of a dragon.

The egg reminded Visenya of her dragon, Morghon. While the egg was black, it wasn’t as deep a shade as the scales of her dragon but whenever the light hit the egg in the right way it would flash a dark purple colour. The same shade of purple as the one on Morghon. The egg was from the clutch of eggs that Princess Helaena's dragon Dreamfyre, unlike the last three times that Princess Rheanyra was pregnant her dragon syrax had not laid a clutch, Visenya thought maybe the she-dragon hadn’t laid any eggs because her mother hasn’t visited the dragonpit since the birth of her younger brother Luke.

“We have chosen an egg for the baby,” Luke tells their mother, looking up at her with a toothy smile. Proud to have picked out the egg for their new brother.

Rhaenyra lets out a noise of approval and pain as she slowly moves to sit down on the couch, watching her children as they fuss over the egg.

“That looks like the perfect one,” She says as she grabs Ser Harwin's arm and lowers herself onto the couch. She smiles up toward Ser Harwin and looks back toward her children.

“I let Luke and Visenya choose this time,” Jace proudly tells his mother. Both Visenya and Luke excitedly nod toward their mother.

“It was from Dreamfyres newest clutch of eggs, Helaena was happy that we chose one from that clutch,” Visenya tells their mother with a smile, quickly grabbing Luke's extended hand that almost touches the egg once again. “Stop that,” Visenya whispers sternly into his ear as she holds his hands onto his chest, keeping them from going for the egg again.

“Not every day an egg leaves the dragonpit, Princess.” Ser Harwin says as he walks towards Ser Laenor, he watches Jace and Visenya hold Luke back from the egg. “I thought it best to escort the children.”

“Laenor and I thank you, commander,” Rhaenrya thanks as she tries to position herself in a way that relieves some of the pain she is feeling. Ser Harwin looks towards the babe in Laenor arms, folding his hands together to keep himself from reaching out.

Visenya tunes out the conversation between her mother and the commander, she pushes Luke towards Jace and turns to their father. Trying to get a pick at the babe in his arms, from what she could see was that he had dark hair like her brothers and he still had blood on him. Her father looks down towards her, slowly positioning the babe a little lower so that she could get a better look at him, Laenor smiles at his daughter as goes on her tippy toes and smiles at the babe. While she might not be his daughter, Laenor truly loved Visenya more than anything in the world.

“What a fine knight he is going to make, right Visenya?” Laenor asks his daughter who nods in agreement with her father's words.

“Might I?” Ser Harwin asks Rhaenrya who smiles towards him and nods.

“Ser Harwin wishes to be introduced to Joffrey,” Rhaenrya tells her husband who stops rocking the babe in his arms. Laenor looks between Rhaenrya and Ser Harwin the smile falls from his face.

“Of course,” Laenor moves to hand Joffrey off to Ser Harwin as Visenya looks towards her mother.

“Joffrey isn’t a family name,” Visenya tells her mother and looks back toward her father. “Neither House Velaryon nor House Targaryen has had someone named Joffrey. It's not a valerian name,”

Laenor looks down at his daughter and back to the babe that is now in Ser Harwin's arms. Laenor picks up Visenya, letting her wrap her chunky arms around his neck and rests her head on his chest. “The name comes from one of the best knights I have met. He’ll be the first of his name then, like your brother,”

Stratified with her father's response, her attraction goes back to the babe, and her brother's attention goes from the dragon egg to the babe as well. The sight of Ser Harwin gently rocking the babe was a sweet one. He knew that this was his son as well, that this child had fight and strength within him. Luke turns to Laenor.

“Father, please may I hold Joffrey?” Luke asks but before he gets an answer from his father or mother goes for the baby, trying to grab it in Harwin's arms. Both Jace, Laenor, and Harwin hold him back from trying to take the babe, Laenor looks between Rhaenrya and Harwin and directs the two boys toward the door.

“No, No, No,” Laenor tells the boy, pulling him and his brother towards the door with one hand. “Back to the dragonpit for you three. Before they send out a search party.” Once both boys are in the hallway Laenor softly closes the door behind him to give the new parents time to bond with the newborn. The two boys ran ahead of their father and sister once they were out of the room.

“I do not wish to go back to the dragonpit father,” Visenya tells her father in a tone just above a whisper. Laenor stops walking and looks at his daughter in his arms.

“Why not? You love seeing the dragons and telling your brothers and uncles how they pronounce High Valeryin sounds more like Low Valeryin. Do you not wish to see Morghon?” Laenor asks as he starts to walk again, starting a little fast pace to catch up to the boys.

“I don’t see the point in going. Morghon knows all the commands that Seasmoke or Syrax know and the dragon keeps never letting me fly him without you,” Visenya looks up to her father, “The King said if I ever wished I could sit with while he works on his model of Valyria. I would take much more joy in that than having to watch Aegon say vile things about dragon keepers. And the King says I need to practice my Valeryin more,”

“I think your Valeryin is perfect ñuha dōnas. If the King said that you could, I don't see why you can miss one lesson,” The smile that spread across Visenya told Laenor that he had made the right decision “Jace, Luke come here!” Laenor called to his sons, the two boys who had run ahead of the father and daughter pair stopped and ran back toward them. “Jace, stay here and watch Luke till I come back, no running to the dragonpit without me. Do you understand?”

With a nod from Jace, Laenor turns towards the King's chambers where the king has been spending most of his day as his health gets worse. As Laenor approaches the King's chambers Ser Harrold Westerling, his head had no hair on it but the kingsguard had a white bread that was often cut short. Laenor sets Visenya onto the group and crouches down to her level.

“Make sure you behave yourself, Ser Harwin or I will come and get you later,” Laenor tells his daughter, giving her a kiss on her forehead and a nod to Ser Harrold. Visenya turns around and looks up at the kingsguard, giving him a toothy grin.

“Princess,” Ser Harrold addresses her before opening the and allowing Visenya entry into the room, she quickly walks into the room and straight to her grandsire.

Upon hearing the door opening King Viserys looks up from the tower he had been focusing on, a smile spreading across his face as Visenya came rushing towards him.

“My darling Visenya, to what do I owe the pleasure of having you join me today?” The King asks as Visenya pulls a small chair from the wall next to the king.

“I didn’t want to go to the dragonpit today,” Visenya tells the king as she looks at the tower he had been working on. The model of Valyria was older than her, and she enjoyed listening to her grandsire talk about it, from the small details that you wouldn’t know unless they were pointed out to dragon sculptures that were scattered among the model.

The king let out a hum and went back to what he was working on, Visenya watches him as she ponders asking him the question she had been dying to ask. She looks over to Eddard who sat across the table and was working on a broken dragon wing. Eddard was a squire from one of the houses in the Riverlands, he was nice but Visenya knew if she asks the king her question he might tell someone.

“Jaelan iā egros. Jaelan iā egros hen Valyrio korzio, mēre vēttan syt iā vīlībāzmio,” Visenya says quickly, thinking that if she says it fast enough the king might say yes.

I want a blade. I want a blade of Valyrian steel, one made for a warrior

The king stops his work and looks down at his granddaughter. His favourite out of all the children his daughter birthed. The only child of the new generation that wanted to learn high Valyrian, could understand it. One that reminded him so much of his daughter and late wife. The king leans back in his chair and puts a thinking expression on his face, if Visneya had asked him for all the dragons in the world he would have given them to her. If Visenya had been a boy he knew that she would be a knight, but even though she wasn’t he knew that should be one the greatest warriors the seven kingdoms has ever seen. A true Targaryen.

“skoro syt gaomagon jaelā iā egros Visenya?” The king asks. Besides the sword that was attached to his hip and the one his brother had taken with him to Pentos, the Targaryen family had one more Valyrian steel sword.

Why do you want a sword Visenya?

“Sīr bona kostan mīsagon īlva ānogar se mīsagon se pāletilla,” Visenya admits, her whole life she had been taught that family is the most important thing in the world. That blood that flowed through her veins was that of the dragon. “Issa iemnȳ ñuha sikagon paktot naejot emagon iā part hen īlva lentor guēse,”

So that I can defend our blood and defend and crown

it is within my birthright to have a part of our family wood

“Korzion not guēse,” The king corrects. “Guēse means wood and Korzion means steel,” The king reaches for Visenya's hand and places a kiss upon it. “If you can name four Valyrian steel swords then I will let you have one.”

“You wield Blackfyre, it first belonged to Aegon the conqueror and was the sword he used in the conquest of the 7 kingdoms. Your brother Daemon, also known as the Rogue Prince, wields a Blacksister. Blacksister was originally Visenya's first sword, she was one of Aegon's sister's wives and was the rider of Vhagar who is now claimed by my aunt Laena. Vigilance is the family sword of House Hightower and is wielded by Ormund Hightower currently.” Visenya spewed out a smile on her face as she held onto her grandsire's hand and rambles out the information she knew. “And lastly there is Tēgie, or Vengeance, which is currently collecting dust in the cellar and in need of an owner,”

“Aaaah so that's the sword you have your eye on, is it? If I can remember currently the sword is curved,” Visenya nods her head in agreement with the king. “I think Tēgie would be a perfect fit for you,” Visenya lets out a childish sound of excitement as she jumps up from her chair and hugs the King. “But you have to understand that this is not a toy, that this is a blade made for killing and you should learn how to fight with it before you go around swinging it around.”

The moment between them was interrupted by Queen Alicent, once the door burst open with the queen walking into the room wearing her usual green dress Visenya steps away from the King. The queen had always scared Visenya, she thought the green that the green wore was similar to the eels of the sea. She also was smart enough to know that the Queen did not like her, whether it was because she was her mother's daughter or the fact that the King showed more love to her than he did his own children, or maybe the Queen had no room in her heart to care.

Visenya was quick to bow her head to the queen and give a quick kiss on the king's cheek as she ran out of the room. She had news to share with the one person who knew of the plan to ask the king. Her closest friend and uncle Aemond. Visenya and Aemond had been close since they were kids, always enjoying each other's company more than the other kids, they would always find time within their day to spend with each other no matter what. The bond between the two of them was a strong one, one that the Queen feared.

The Princess was quick on her feet as she ran up the steps of Maegor’s Holdfast where all the royal apartments were located. The guard outside of Aemonds door nods to Visenya as he opens the door for her to enter.

Like most rooms in the royal apartments in the Red Keep the room was big. The ceilings are high and a balcony that overlooks King’s Landing. Tall columns that respeabled dragons cut the room into two, one side had the bed located in it and the other side had a table with the missing chairs, both chairs had been pulled outside the day before. The walls of the room are a soft warm yellow colour, with dornish silk curtains hanging in the door of the balcony and entry way of the bed, flowing in the wind. A pile of wooden swords sits in the corner, some of which were broken while some still in tack. A book that she had insisted that he read sits on opened on the table, Visenya walks towards the book to see how far he had gotten in it.

“Aemond?” Visenya asks aloud, looking between the bedroom and sitting area. “I am assuming that you are back from the dragonpit,”

“Go away Vi,” a quiet voice response from the balcony. Visneya smiles and walks towards the voice, sitting in a chair overlooking the city of Aemond.

Aemond looked like a Targeryn, his eye reminds Visenya of a ripe boysenberry, hair a darker type of white and shorter then her but still long enough where he usually has half of it was pull back tied to keep it out of his face, like his sister Helaena Aemond had dark spots across his nose and cheeks, and even though Aemond was only a year older then Visenya he was about head taller than her. Aemonds usually clean and well kept hair was messy and had black spots on it, his face was dirty with soot and Visenya knew why Aemond had asked her to leave him alone. Visenya sits down in the chair opposite to Aemond and leans down to try and catch his gaze.

“I am guessing that you went into the dragon caves again,” Visenya quesses and Aemond keeps his eyes drawn onto the ground. “I thought the last time this happened would be the last, Syraxs also burned you last time. You can’t be going down there with the dragon keepers to keep you safe,”

“You don’t understand,” Aemond mumbles out, as much as he doesn’t want to be mad Visenya she doesn’t understand what he is feeling.

“How could I if you don’t talk to me and lock yourself away in your room,” Visenya goes and grabs his hands that were grasping onto the handles of the chair in anger. “What happened this time?”

“Aegon and you brothers gave me a pig,” Aemond admints looking at their hands that were intertwined, gently rubbing his thumb across the top of her hand. “They told me that they had found me a dragon and it was a Pig! They put wings on it and called it the Pink Dread!” At this point Aemond was trying to stop the tears that were in his eyes, he didn’t want to tear in front of anyone much less Visenya.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there, if I was I would have stopped them,” Visenyas says as she used their intertwined hands to push Aemonds head up, giving me a smile.

“You don’t understand what it's like. You have always had a dragon, even your brother's eggs have hatched while mine reminds cold and dead,” Aemond shakes his head and sluches back into his chair andharsely pulls his hands out his Visenyas. “I am not a Targaryren without one,”

Like all the other children of the family Aemond had been given an egg when he was a baby, but like Helaena neither of the eggs had shown any sign of life. While Aemond still had hope that one day the egg would hatch Helaena had bonded with the she-dragon Dreamfyre.

“Having dragons isn’t what makes you a Targaryen Aemond,” Visenya tries to comfort him. “There have been a handful of Targaryens that didn’t have a dragon. King Maegor, Princess Seara, Princess Aerea, nor her twin sister Rhaella. I am sure one day you will find a dragon to bond with, my aunt Laena didn’t bond with a dragon till she was 15 years old and now she is Vhagars rider. There is hope that someday you will be a dragon and if you feel like a Targaryren without one, try learning about the history of our family, or the traditions, or even learn the High Valyrian. It would be nice to talk to someone my age in the language,”

“Without a dragon I can’t protect myself or you,” Aemond confesse and turns his head towards the city.

“You don’t need to protect me Aemond, as long we are together we are safe. I also think Morghon will eat anyone who tries to do me harm,” Visenya tries to joke but Aemond doesn’t turn him away from the city. “One day when you have your dragon we will fly around Westtors and across the Narrow Sea to the Free Cities. We can do as we please and defend the crown from only those who wish to harm it and protect the kingdom our ancestors took.”

Visenya stands up from her chair when Aemond doesn’t acknowledge what she says, she pauses for a moment waiting for Aemond to stop her from leaving but when he doesn’t she gives him a quick nod and walks towards the door. Once she is in the hallway Ser Harrlod is waiting outside the door.

“Princess, I thought I might find you here,” Ser Harrold offers the young princess his hand. “The King told me to escort you to your chambers,”

As they walked to the Princesses chamber Visenya did not utter a word, which was unlike the talkative Princess who would often enjoy telling Ser Harrold new information she had learned or a story that her father or brother had told her the night before. Ser Harrold knew that the young princess' mood would change the instant she saw the surprise in her chambers. The Princess sometimes reminded Ser Harrold of the Rogue Prince Daemon Targaryen, the fire that the two would have in their eyes when they didn’t get their way was too similar for Ser Harrold liking.

As Visenya enters her chambers she stops walking as she notices something wrapped in a Targaryen family sigil, the princess looks up towards Ser Harrold and he nods for her to walk towards it. Visenya walks to the table and pulls out one of the chairs before standing atop of it and pulling the bundle towards her. Visenya gently undid the knot that kept sigil from revealing what was hiding, as the sigil fell to the sides it reveals the one thing Visenya wanted most in the world.

The Valyrian Steel Sword, Tēgie, the blade's Valyrian name was appropriate for it. The blade itself was not the same shape as blackfyre or darksister or any sword the kingsguard used, the blade was thin, the middle part of the blade is not as wide as the end or part closest to the hand. The edge of the blade was bent slightly out and was the widest part of the sword, the distinctive ripple patterns and black colour made it clear that the sword was in fact made of Valyrian steel. Even just by looking at the sword it looked sharp. The hilt of the sword was unlike anything Visenya had ever seen, the Pommel was a jagged uncut ruby, the grip was dragon bone with Valyrian steel bracing wrapped around, the cross guard was a cage that was extended father then the blade itself and was made of steel with the inside of it housing the same dark uncut ruby as the Pommel.

Visenya was careful as she grabs onto the hilt, slowly picking the sword up. It was lighter than she thought it would be, easy for her to hold one handed even now. The sword itself was almost the same height as Visneya was now, Ser Harrold was quick to walk over to the Princess in case anything were to happen.

“Princess you need to understand that this is no toy, that you can not go around swinging it like the wooden swords you play with,” Ser Harrold tells the Princess, she looks to him and the sad exasperation that she had on while walking to her chambers was gone and now replaced with one a pure happiness. “If you would allow me, I would like to help you in your lesson. I know that your father and Ser Harwin have been the ones teaching you but with a sword like this you will need all the training you can get,”

Visenya looks towards the knight, a man she has known her whole life and would often sneak her lemon cakes after dinner. She gave him a smile and nodded.

– – – –

Visenya was spending the day in the garden with her aunt Helaena, listening intently to the facts Helaena had about the variety of bugs in her collection, knowing if she was the one talking she would want someone to listen. The peaceful day the two princesses were having was interrupted by Prince Aemond, who was still wearing his training clothes; the dark green was a contrast to the red dress the Visenya was wearing. Aemond shifts his weight from one foot to the other as he waits for the attention of the princesses.

“Helaena mother is looking for you,” Aemond lies as his sister looks up from the beetle she was showing Visenya. Helaena lets out a soft hum before putting the beetle back into the box and walking back to the castle.

“Princes shouldn’t lie, Aemond,” Visenya tells him as he replaces his sister's spot across from Visenya. “I take that you in a better mode today?” Aemond softly nods, Visenya's hair is done up in her usual braids, with two pieces of hair framing her face. As the sun shines down on her it makes her usually dark purple eyes look much lighter and like her mothers.

“I’m sure my mother won’t mind spending some time with Helaena,” Aemond says and looks down towards the collection of bugs his sister left behind, wondering if he would take one of the spiders and put it in Aegon's bed. “I want you to teach me Valyrian,”

“I would be honourd to do so my Prince,” A smile spreads across Visenya's face as she agrees to teach him. The language meant so much to the young Princess and to have someone she loves want to learn it and share that love meant the world to her.

“I also have something for you. I was going to save it for your name day but I think you should have it now,” Aemond says as he digs through his pockets and pulls out a hairpin that was in the shape of three dragon heads. “Your name might be Velaryon but you are still a Targeryen.”

The moment between the uncle and niece was interrupted as one of Princess Rhaenrya guards came to take Visenya to her mother. Visenya quickly took the hairpin from Aemond and with a smile left with the knight.

When Visenya had arrived at her brother's apartment she was informed by her mother that they would be leaving King’s Landing and going to Dragonstone before leaving to tell their father. Jace was then the one to tell Visenya about the fight that had broken out in the training yard between Ser Harwin and Ser Cole, Jace also revealed his suspicions about who his real father was and how he thought that he might be a bastard. The news of the Velaryons leaving for Dragonstone spread through the castle at a fast pace and when Aemond had heard the news from his brother he was quick to try and convince him to allow Visenya to stay. That she was Helaena only friend and that to allow her to leave would not be good for the princess, he did not want his mother to think that he was the one who wanted to stay. But the pleas of the young prince fell on deaf ears as the queen was happy for all Velaryons basterds to leave the walls of the Red Keep.

Aemond never got to say goodbye to Visenya, he could only watch as Morghon flew after the ship that was sailing away from the Red Keep.

Translations:

ñuha dōnas - my sweets

Jaelan iā egros. Jaelan iā egros hen Valyrio korzio, mēre vēttan syt iā vīlībāzmio - I want a blade. I want a blade of Valyrian steel, one made for a warrior

skoro syt gaomagon jaelā iā egros Visenya? - Why do you want a sword Visenya?

sīr bona kostan mīsagon īlva ānogar se mīsagon se pāletilla - So that I can defend our blood and defend the crown

Issa iemnȳ ñuha sikagon paktot naejot emagon iā part hen īlva lentor guēse - it is within my birthright to have a part of our family wood

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So, based off of that really good descriptive scene (probably one of my favorites by the way) of when Aemond got a flashback of killing Luke when he watched Pinocchio get eaten by the whale, did the family resolve to have the movie banned for the time being? And if so, what other things have been placed on the banned list for the family so as not to trigger any ptsd flashbacks? And if you’d like to elaborate, I’d love to hear more about why you chose to use that movie scene in particular.

Ohhhh, i love this question!

Pinocchio was actually on the “no watch list” for a whiilee. Now that he’s older Aemond has no problem with it despite that twinge of slight discomfort still being present, but after that particular event the adults refused to make room for another incident so they refuse to take risks. I myself chose Pinocchio for a few reasons; one being that I feel Pinocchio and Luke are one in the same, young boys who want nothing more than to prove themselves and set off to accomplish said goal. For Pinocchio he wants to become a real boy while Luke wants to show he’s just as much of a real Targ as the rest of his family, that he can stand beside Jace rather than tucked behind him. That he won’t cower while so much is on the line.

The parallels in both the whale scene and Luke’s death hit close to home in my opinion, mirroring each other in a way so to speak. One depicts an idealistic child-like pov of something such as being swallowed whole by an overwhelming creature that would otherwise end in a gruesome death, while the other (Luke) actually experiences said death, remembers what it feels like to be eaten alive and everything. These events are so similar yet couldn’t be more different. Young Aemond saw a boy being devoured and his mind took him back to one of his biggest regrets. It didn’t matter that Pinocchio ended up just fine because Luke didn’t. Even though Aemond was a child he’d already been born knowing how untruthful Disney fairytales were.

Okay, so there is actually a crap ton of media thats been banned in the home for one reason or another. Either that be because the sight of arrows makes Jace so uncomfortable that he can feel them piercing his skin again, or the sight of fire bringing Egg back to the very moment Rhaenyra was murdered in front of him.

mass disease in film is a no no because it reminds Alicent of her own death. And really anything having to do with infant/child death for Helaena sake.

Sexual assault in media is a theme they tend to stray away from and don’t take likely. Harwin will happily spoil a movie for himself if it means not running into any SA scenes since Alicent and Helaena have experienced martial rape and Aegon has been a perpetrator himself. Once Luke’s own history comes to light this rule will be even stricter without question.

A few movies that have been barred from being viewed in their homes are as follows.

1. Promising young woman - Alicent thought she’d be able to handle it but couldn’t stomach it despite its message.

2. The lovely bones - Hits too close to home for the parents. Though their children were kidnapped they still know what it feels like to wake up one day with your child by your side and go to sleep without them the next

3. Grave of fireflies - This one puts a perspective on the outcome of war from everyday civilians pov and its filled the room with guilt.

4. Gladiator - this one Jace watched while at a friend’s house and was actually excited, but he soon realized he just couldn’t handle the battle scenes.

5. Orphan - Egg watched this on his own and enjoyed it up until the scene where the treehouse is burned down.

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Enemies, part 8 (The End)

Summary: There is a meeting and many things are decided and revealed.

“I have seen the throne destroy lives, and I would not care so much about my own, but I have more than just myself to think about. My duty is now to my family.”

Jace’s voice was steady, and as he faced a row of people clinging onto his every word, he did not falter.

“My brother does not wish to rule at Driftmark,” he continued, “so I will do so in his stead when the time comes, and he will be part of my council. We shall remain steadfast allies to the crown.”

Aegon nodded, and then stood. “It took being close to death, and having a second chance, for me to realize how much of what I considered a dreaded burden was instead an opportunity. Prince Jacaerys, I am honored to have your fealty and your friendship, I am sure you will be a worthy ruler in due time.”

“Prince Lucerys,” Aegon continued, “I am told you wish to speak as well.”

You kept your hand on Aemond’s, your heart racing. He did not know about the conversation you had had with Luke, and how it had been a key part of the negotiations. “It is time, little brother,” you had said. “I shall not suffer this grievance between you any longer, and it is your duty to set things right.”

Luke stood, looking down at the table while he gathered his courage. He looked at you, then at your husband, who had gone very still beside you.

“King Aegon,” he began, “I thank you for your hospitality.” He looked at you again and for a moment he looked so much younger. You knew he was feeling the loss of your mother more keenly than you or Jace, and while you felt for him, you also knew it was Rhaenyra who had contributed to the situation between him and Aemond.

“Prince Aemond. Uncle.” he said, clearing his throat. “I will not excuse what I did to you long ago. That night was full of violence and hatred that should not have existed between close relatives as we are. However it started, it should not have ended the way it did. My behavior on the evening you were betrothed to my sister was shameful. While I do not expect forgiveness, I hope that some day we may break bread and share wine together. Our recent losses put many things in perspective, and I do not wish for a lifetime of resentment between us.”

The room had gone so still that even Helaena, who usually got lost in her own thoughts, was staring at her younger brother. Queen Alicent was clasping her hands together, no doubt remembering that horrible night when Aemond had been hurt. Ser Otto, unused to not knowing everything, had a rare look of surprise on his face.

You nodded at Luke, smiling gently at him. Aemond let go of your hand, and you felt your heart sink into your stomach. He stood, taking his time to walk around the table until he reached Lucerys, who stared up at his uncle, fists clenched at his side. Then Aemond grabbed one of the loaves of bread set in the center and tore one in half. He offered one piece to Luke, who let out the breath he had been holding, and reached out to take the half loaf. Still saying nothing, Aemond turned and poured two cups of wine, handing one to Luke.

Luke nodded, bread and wine in hand, and took a long swig from his cup. Aemond stared at him and drank from his own cup, and then turned back silently to return to his seat.

You could not tell if Aemond was angry with you, realizing you had had a hand in Lucerys’ words, but then he placed his hand between you, palm up, and waited for you to take it. You placed your hand on his and he squeezed your fingers.

“This is a great day,” Ser Otto said, standing, and you wanted to roll your eyes at him. “Our late King Viserys would have been so proud of this moment.”

Our late King Viserys created a lot of these problems, you thought, but said nothing.

Aegon stood, nodding at his grandfather. “Thank you, Ser Otto,” he said, and waited for Ser Otto to take the cue and sit. “With Prince Jacaerys and Prince Lucerys in Driftmark, we would like to grant the rule of Dragonstone to our brother, the prince Aemond. It is my sincere hope that given the fact that we all have dragons and both places are relatively close to King’s Landing, we might see each other often, and remain part of each other’s lives.”

You heard someone start to clap and immediately knew it was Helaena.

Aegon rolled his eyes, but spread his arms open. “You heard your queen. Let’s feast!”

* * * * *

“I see someone has the makings of a brilliant political envoy.”

You looked at your husband and laughed. “Oh, who would that be?”

He walked toward you, pulled you into his arms. “You spoke to Luke.”

“I spoke to both of them.”

“Tell me. But first, I want you off your feet.”

You told him of the discussion you had had with your brothers during breakfast. Luke’s apology was not negotiable, you’d told them, and after speaking with Aegon on your own, the four of you had spoken and settled every detail. Joffrey would be a cup bearer for Aegon. Young Aegon and Viserys, the children of Rhaenyra and Daemon, would stay with their brothers and grandparents in Driftmark until they were older. Jace and Luke would have a say in their younger brothers’ futures.

Once all had been decided, Aegon spoke to his grandfather, presenting the situation as a done deal. You and Aemond had discussed Dragonstone, and he was aware of everything except Luke’s apology.

“What would have happened if Luke did not wish to apologize?”

You smiled. “Then I would have, first, slapped him,” you began, and Aemond laughed, “and then, they might have been declared illegitimate and lost all their titles, lands, and everything else. But I knew Luke would do it.” Your smile faded. “Without Rhaenyra pushing the lies of their births and without Daemon constantly out for blood, I think they will be able to see things clearly from now on.”

He placed a kiss on your hand. “You have lost so much in such a short time. I am truly sorry.”

“Aemond. We have both endured loss. I should not wish to burden our children with a bitter legacy. I should not wish to burden us with a bitter legacy.” You took a few moments to consider your words. “When I started thinking of what to use to negotiate, I must admit that my main wish was to set things right by you. I decided Luke’s apology was not something I was willing to compromise on.”

He watched you carefully, his gaze filled with tenderness. And more. You knew him now, knew his moods, his thoughts. His feelings. Knew how much he had held back.

“A while ago I told you I could not love you because it would mean letting go of who I am. What I kept denying is that I have been letting go for a while now. All my resentment of her, and him,” you let out a choked laugh, “ their selfishness, their secrets, I cannot keep carrying that. Not when I carry something far more precious within me. Not when there is love and life ahead. With you, Aemond.”

He said nothing, did not move, as if afraid of breaking the spell.

“I do love you, you see. I have for a while and I could not admit it to myself, let alone to you. But I do. And I love our child. And I-”

Your words were interrupted by Aemond as he lunged and kissed you, his hands cradling your face. It wasn’t a tender, gentle kiss. He demanded entry to your mouth, held you in place, and tasted you until he was sated, and you were breathless and whispered his name when he finally let go.

“You’re mine,” he said. “Your heart is mine. As mine is yours.”

You could only nod, and he held you tightly for a very long time.

* * * * *

A YEAR LATER

“She is delightful,” Rhaenys said, smiling at the baby, who looked out onto the waters of Blackwater Bay and then gave her great grandmother a gummy smile. “She likes me.”

“I would have you visit us often, grandmother,” you said. “I know you are busy with all the boys, and Jace and Baela’s son, but I would have her know you.”

Rhaenys rubbed her nose gently against the baby’s. “You could not keep me away from this little one if you tried, my dear.” She sighed. “Young Daemon has already started throwing things and he is much fond of tugging on my hair. Ah, Aemond.”

You turned to see your husband walking out from the castle. He had just returned from King’s Landing to confer with the king, and as always, the first thing he did was see you and your daughter. “Princess Rhaenys,” he nodded at your grandmother, and bent down to kiss you. The baby immediately began cooing at her father and Rhaenys passed her over.

“My sweet girl,” Aemond said gently. “Soon Vhagar will have a Visenya on her saddle again.”

“Not too soon,” you said, well aware that your husband was eager to take your daughter flying with him.

He gave you a look, then kissed Visenya’s cheek. “I believe we will take our leave of your mother the most cruel naysayer.” He turned and left with a happily gurgling Visenya in his arms.

Rhaenys laughed as they walked away. “Are you happy, my girl? I know you certainly seem very pleased with yourself, but I wish to know in truth.”

“I am, grandmother. I am sure this is not what mother intended when she and Alicent decided we were to marry, but it is what happened, and I would not change a thing.”

“Then I am delighted. Your father would be proud, I know it,” she sighed, then looked towards the castle where Aemond and Visenya had disappeared. “So would his. I know we are. And now, I must away as I do not wish those young men to tear down my home while I am not there to protect it.”

After your grandmother had left, you went inside to find your husband and daughter, and found them fast asleep on your bed. You smiled, watching Visenya’s gentle breathing as she slept laying between her father and a pillow, her arms up above her head.

Aemond was laying on his side, curled around his sleeping daughter, his face relaxed in sleep. He had been gone for a few days and you had some news for him, but for now, you took the pillow next to Visenya and laid down next to her. She had been born with a full head of silver hair and now it had started to curl at the ends. You would give Aemond your news when he awoke, but for now, you closed your eyes, safe in the knowledge that all was well in your world.

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