#grand maester mellos

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About the parentage of the three Velaryon princes...

Just my rant. If you don’t like it, back out now.

The House of the Dragon producers made the Velaryons black and changed Rhaenys’ hair color to make it obvious that Rhaenyra’s children were bastards.

The Velaryons shares the Valryian look of the Targaryens.

House Velaryon is of Valyrian descent, and its members often have Valyrian features, such as silver-gold or silver hair and purple eyes. Some Velaryons have blue eyes. — Fire & Blood, The Sons of the Dragon

In contrast to the tv show, book!Rhaenys has black hair because she inherited it from her mother, Jocelyn Baratheon.

Rhaenys was a great beauty. She had black hair and lilac eyes. By the time she was fifty-five, she had a lean, lined face and her black hair was streaked with white. — Although The Princess and the Queen, published in 2013, stated that Rhaenys had silver hair, this has been changed for the publication of Fire & Blood, where she is described to have had black hair, like other Baratheon descendants.

Jace, Luke, and Joffrey could’ve inherited their dark hair from either or both their parents. Laenor’s maternal grandmother is a Baratheon. However, we have no knowledge about Corlys’ parents. Rhaenyra’s maternal grandfather was an Arryn.

Regarding Harwin Strong, the alleged father of the Velaryon princes, we don’t know the color of his hair or eyes or the shape of his nose, so we can’t actually confirm that he resembled the children. The book asks us to assume they looked like him because the accusations were made in the first place.

Breakbones was said to be the strongest man in the Seven Kingdoms in his day. He was described as being massive and redoubtable. — Fire & Blood, Heirs of the Dragon - A Question of Succession

The only confirmed member of the House Strong whose hair color we know is Lucamore the Lusty, once a member of the Kingsguard.

Lucamore was described as an amiable, strapping, broad-shouldered, young blond bull. He was a great favorite of the smallfolk in tourneys and was well loved at court. — Fire & Blood, The Long Reign - Jaehaerys and Alysanne: Policy, Progency, and Pain

...and he’s blonde.

About the accusations, wasn’t it Vaemond Velaryon and the Greens started those rumors?

With his trueborn children dead, by law his lands and titles should pass to his grandson Jacaerys… but since Jace would presumably ascend the Iron Throne after his mother, Princess Rhaenyra urged her good-father to name instead her second son, Lucerys. Lord Corlys also had half a dozen nephews, however, and the eldest of them, Ser Vaemond Velaryon, protested that the inheritance by rights should pass to him… on the grounds that Rhaenyra’s sons were bastards sired by Harwin Strong. The princess was not slow in answering this charge. She dispatched Prince Daemon to seize Ser Vaemond, had his head removed, and fed his carcass to her dragon. — The Rogue Prince

Yes, what Rhaenyra did to Vaemond was cruel. But she’d been made the subject of these rumors for 6 years by the Greens, and it had gotten to a point where Alicent and her children were taking them as fact and using them as justification to attack her sons.

Imagine that Rhaenyra’s children were legitimate. How should she have responded? Vaemond openly declared that he was going to oppose the legitimacy of both the heir to the throne and his future liege lord for very self-serving reasons.

Perhaps I’m just reaching here, but what if the Velaryon princes indeed had a Valyrian looks but were written down as having brown hair and brown eyes to demonize Rhaenyra? To show that she’s unfit to rule because she birthed three illegitimate children?

After all, Grand Maester Mellos was in charge of writing the court chronicles during King Viserys’ reign before dying and also a Green supporter.

In 120 AC, Mellos in his writings is the one that suggested that the fire at Harrenhal that killed Lord Lyonel Strong and his heir, Ser Harwin Strong, was ordered by Viserys. Mellos implies that the king had come to accept the rumors that his grandchildren by his daughter, Rhaenyra, were really bastards sired by Harwin, thus he desired to keep the truth concealed and kill the man who had dishonored his daughter. — Fire & Blood, Heirs of the Dragon - A Question of Succession

I enjoy watching Game of Thrones: Histories and Lore. So when I began to watch the story about the Targaryen civil war, I’m quite interested.

These are the Velaryon princes, Jace, Luke, and Joffrey plus Aegon the Younger and Viserys.

This is Prince Lucerys Velaryon.

I’m quite interested that they all have silver-blonde hair instead of brown hair. Or perhaps it’s just an error on the colorist’s part.

#house of the dragon #hotd #fire and blood #the princess and the queen #rhaenyra targaryen #laenor velaryon #jacaerys velaryon #lucerys velaryon #joffrey velaryon #rhaenys targaryen (daughter of aemon) #rhaenys targaryen #grand maester mellos #don't mind me... just having a rant ✌️

[raya-rhaenyra-ahsoka]

House of the Dragon Ep. 4: King of the Narrow Sea, a Summary (Incorrect Quotes Edition)

SPOILERS AHEAD!

Rhaenyra: *becomes the 1st bachelorette in The Bachelorette Westeros*

Lord Dondarrion: *talks about his castle*

Rhaenyra: *bored* Hmmkay, you're old. Next!

Lord Baratheon: Princess Rhae-Rhae, that was mean.

Rhaenyra: The dude's older than my dad. How tf was that not weird enough?

Smol Lord Blackwood: *a literal child*

Rhaenyra: Wtf that's a child.

Smol Lord Blackwood: *talks about his house*

Lord Bracken: Ha! He's so smol.

Smol Lord Blackwood: ...you'll be safe under my protection.

Lord Bracken: Protection? Bitch, please. She has a dragon, she doesn't need you.

Smol Lord Blackwood: *about to lose his cool*

Rhaenyra: Aww, you're so cute. Next!

Lord Bracken: Craven!

Smol Lord Blackwood: *losses his cool* Wtf bitch, fight me!

Rhaenyra: Oh shit, I don't need to be here for this.

Rhaenyra, to Criston: Crispy, let's skeddadle.

Smol Lord Blackwood: *stabs Lord Bracken*

Rhaenyra: Omfg that kid actually stabbed him. Wtf is wrong with these people?

. . . . .

Rhaenyra: *looking over king’s landing* you think my dad will be mad at me?

Criston: Well…

Daemon: *aboard Caraxes* What’s up bitches! *hits the ship to say hello*

Criston: Wtf was that?

Rhaenyra: *smiles* Uncle’s home.

. . . . .

Daemon: Bet you’ve seen the last of me, eh, bitches?

Viserys: Wtf is he you doing back here?

Rhaenyra: *thoughts* Omfg uncle had a haircut. It suits him. He’s looks hot af.

Daemon: Hey, big bro! Miss me?

Viserys: *still surprised*

Daemon: *pulls out a weapon* Btw, you can add this to the chair.

Viserys: Why tf are you wearing a crown?

Daemon: Once I beat those bitches in the Step Stones, they made me king. But you don’t have to worry, you’re the real king.

Daemon: *bows* The Stepstones are yours.

Viserys: *approaches Daemon with a sword*

Rhaenyra: *can and will do a Pocahontas if you kill him, you’ll have to kill me too if she has to*

Viserys: *smiles* Oh, I can’t stay mad at you. Get over here.

Daemon: *hugs Viserys*

Crowd: *awws and applauds*

Viserys: Welcome home, lil’ bro.

. . . . .

Viserys and Daemon: *catching up*

Rhaenyra: Wtf is going on?

Alicent: Your dad’s drunk af

Rhaenyra: Hi uncle, congrats again!

Daemon: Thank you, Rhae-Rhae.

*awkward silence*

Alicent: So, how about you see the new tapestries?

Viserys: *sarcastically* Sure, my lil’ bro wants to see that.

Rhaenyra: *walks out*

Alicent: *Follows after her* So, how is it being the bachelorette?

Rhaenyra: It’s so boring.

Alicent: Boring? Bitch, you’re so lucky guys are lining up for you.

Rhaenyra: Bitch please, they’re not after me. They’re after the fucking iron throne.

Alicent: I think it’s romantic.

Rhaenyra: Romantic? Girl, it’s so bougie. All they want is to lock me in a castle and carry their babies.

Alicent: *frowny face*

Rhaenyra: Omfg bestie, I’m so sorry.

Rhaenyra: Btw, is my dad mad?

Alicent: Is he mad? I think you should be asking how mad he is.

Alicent: Your dad worked so hard for you to be Westeros’ 1st ever Bachelorette and he’s afraid you’re throwing away your chance.

Alicent: But I’m glad you’re back. The people here are so fake and you’re my one true bestie.

Rhaenyra: Aww, I miss you too.

. . . . .

Rhaenyra: So, uncle, you’re back. Why?

Daemon: I miss home.

Rhaenyra: Bitch please, you hate it here.

Daemon: …

Rhaenyra: Seriously, why are you here? Hmm, maybe you have matured. Good for you.

Daemon: You have matured too, Rhae-Rhae.

Rhaenyra: Btw, dad’s like ready to sell me off to some lord who has the biggest castle.

Daemon: Consider yourself lucky. There are worse shit to be sold for.

Daemon: And besides, it’s all for politics. None of that shit is real.

Rhaenyra: For boys, I guess. But for girls, it’s a death trap.

Daemon: If that’s true, then why hasn’t my wife died yet?

Rhaenyra: My mom’s already dead. And I’m not gonna be like her.

Daemon: Stay single? That’s so sad and boring.

Also, Daemon: *thoughts* Imma bout to change her view.

. . . . .

Tyland: The Step Stones was supposed to be for the 7 kingdoms, but honestly, it’s like we traded a Sea Snake to take down a Crabfeeder.

Lyonel: Clearly that bitch is still salty because the king didn’t marry his 12-year-old daughter.

Viserys: *groans* That was ages ago. Why is he still mad about that?

Mellos: The Sea Snake thinks he’s a boss-ass bitch, my king. We all know that. I think he’s still mad because it damaged his rep.

Otto: Oh, btw, my big bro has sent me tea from Oldtown saying the Sea Snake is planning to marry his baby girl to the Sealord of Braavos’ son.

Viserys: So?

Otto: If that happens, they’d be unstoppable. So, we’d have to move first.

Rhaenyra: *thoughts* Oh shit. I feel like it’s gonna fall on me.

. . . . .

Rhaenyra: Good night, Crispy.

Criston: Good night, Princess Rhae-Rhae.

Rhaenyra: *finds clothes and a paper on her table* Wtf is this?

Rhaenyra: *figures out the paper’s a map to a secret tunnel* Ooh, interesting.

Rhaenyra: *puts on the disguise and follows the tunnel*

Daemon: Very good, Rhae-Rhae. Now, let’s have some fun. *pulls her hand*

Rhaenyra: So, where are we going?

Daemon: To have some fun. *takes Rhae-Rhae to the streets of King’s Landing*

Rhaenyra: *gets fascinated*

. . . . .

Viserys: *takes a bath with servants attending to him*

Alicent: *takes loofah from a servant* Let me have that.

Alicent: The rest of you gtfo.

Viserys: Wtf are you doing?

Alicent: I’m your wife, I should be taking care of you.

Viserys: Aww, that’s sweet.

. . . . .

Daemon: *takes Rhae-Rhae to a play*

Rhaenyra: *gets offended by how people view of her*

Rhaenyra: They’re peasants and their opinions don’t matter. Let’s go.

Rhaenyra: I thought you’re taking me out for some fun?

Rhaenyra: *grabs food from nearby tray*

Daemon: Out here, you pay for shit.

Rhaenyra: But I don’t have money. *Runs*

Seller: Hey, stop!

Daemon: Don’t worry, I’ll stop him.

Rhaenyra: *runs into a Kingsguard*

Harwin: Who you running from, huh?

Rhaenyra: Omfg, ser Harwin?

Harwin: Princess Rhae-Rhae? Wtf are you doing out here?

Harwin: *sees Daemon behind her* Oh, I see.

Rhaenyra: Please don’t tell anyone.

Harwin: Oh, uh…run along now, boy.

Rhaenyra: Thankies, I owe you.

Harwin, to Daemon: S’up?

Daemon: S’up.

Daemon: Having too much fun?

Rhaenyra: Oh, you have no idea.

. . . . .

Alicent: *about to sleep, but someone knocks on the door*

Alicent: What now?

Servant: The king wants to see you.

Alicent: Wtf it’s late and I’m not in the mood.

Servant: Nothing I can do about that.

. . . . .

Viserys: *drills into Alicent*

Alicent: *pokerface* *not in the mood*

. . . . .

Daemon: *takes Rhae-Rhae into a brothel*

Daemon: *takes off Rhae-Rhae’s disguise*

Rhaenyra: Hey, wtf are you doing?

Rhaenyra: *sees people naked and doing it*

Rhaenyra: Uncle, wtf is this place?

Daemon: Isn’t it obvious?

Rhaenyra: *gets turned on*

Daemon: Doing it is fun. And it’s for everyone *wink-wink*

Rhaenyra: Really?

Daemon: Really.

Rhaenyra: *kisses Daemon*

Daemon: *backs Rhae-Rhae onto a wall and ‘touches’ her*

Daemon: Your dad’s gonna kill me for this, but who tf cares.

Daemon: *suddenly panics and stops*

Rhaenyra: Wtf? Are you fucking kidding me?

. . . . .

Rhaenyra: *stomps back to her room*

Criston: Where tf did you come from?

Criston: Wtf just happened?

Criston: Princess, you ok? I’ll get the lord commander, ok?

Rhaenyra: *opens her door* No!

Rhaenyra: *grabs his helmet to lure him inside*

Criston: Wtf are you doing?

Rhaenyra: *closes the door* Here you go.

Criston: Thanks

Rhaenyra: *kisses him*

Criston: Omfg stop it.

Rhaenyra: Come on! Uncle left me hanging, I wanna get some.

Criston: What?

Rhaenyra: What?…nothing!

Criston: *allows Rhae-Rhae to take off her armor*

Criston: I could lose my head for this.

Rhaenyra: No one will know.

Criston: Oh, WTF *sleeps with Rhae-Rhae*

Rhaenyra: *victorious and satisfied smile*

. . . . .

Daemon: Where tf am I?

Mysaria: Good morning.

Daemon: Oh, hey. Long time, no see.

Mysaria: Bitch, you can pay the room on your way out.

Daemon: K bye.

. . . . .

Otto: Omfg the king will be so mad.

Otto: *visits the king* Your Grace.

Viserys: It’s so early. Wtf do you want?

Otto: I have some tea for you, but it’s not exactly very good.

Viserys: Is this about the Sea Snake?

Otto: Uh, no. It’s about princess Rhae-Rhae.

Viserys: Wtf did she do now?

Otto: She was seen last night outside the Red Keep…in a brothel.

Viserys: So?

Otto: With her uncle. And they were…

Viserys: Still not seeing your point. Go on.

Otto: Daemon and Rhae-Rhae were…

Viserys: What?

Otto: I think you know what I mean.

Viserys: No, I don’t. You have to say it.

Otto: They were…👉👌

Viserys: Say it.

Otto: They were…coupling.

Alicent: *gasps* Omfg

Viserys: *in denial* That’s not true.

Otto: I wish.

Viserys: Where did you hear this tea? I’ll have their heads!

Otto: Well, I have spies everywhere and servants have said they saw her in boy’s clothes at night with her uncle.

Viserys: *outraged* So, you’re spying on us? WTF OTTO

Otto: No, that’s not what I’m saying-

Viserys: No, you’re so ambitious that you want Rhae-Rhae out of the picture so your grandkid can be the heir. Bitch, don’t deny it!

Otto: That’s not-

Viserys: GTFO

. . . . .

Rhaenyra: *combing her hair, then there’s a knock on her door*

Rhaenyra: It’s open.

Criston: Hi princess.

Rhaenyra: *smirks* Oh, hey. So, you here for round 2?

Criston: Uh, no, Queen Ali wants to see you.

Rhaenyra: Hmm, k.

. . . . .

Rhaenyra: Hey, bestie.

Alicent: Wtf happened last night? My dad had some juicy hot tea against you.

Rhaenyra: Whoa, calm tf down.

Alicent: Were you with your uncle?

Rhaenyra: I mean, yeah. I haven’t seen him in years. Just went out and had some fun.

Alicent: Bitch, don’t lie to me.

Rhaenyra: Ok, wtf did your dad said I did? That I drank and sneaked out after curfew?

Alicent: That you fucked Daemon in a brothel!

Rhaenyra: *sweats nervously* What? HOW DARE YOU! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU! WHY TF WOULD I DO THAT?

Alicent: You Targs have weird-ass kinks. And knowing Daemon, yeah, that’s not suspicious at all.

Rhaenyra: Ali, bestie, you’d really believe a lie over me? Where did your dad even hear this?

Alicent: Idk, honestly. He told your dad about it and I just overheard.

Rhaenyra: Omfg you’re accusing me of this because you were nosy? Wtf Ali!

Alicent: I just wanted to help you, Rhae-Rhae. So you did not…?

Rhaenyra: Daemon never touched me.

Alicent: …

Rhaenyra: I’m your bestie. I’d never lie to you.

Alicent: …

Rhaenyra: I swear to you on my dead mom’s grave.

Alicent: …ok, I believe you.

Queen Aemma: *spills her tea in heaven* WTF RHAENYRA! I DIDN’T DIE AT CHILDBIRTH FOR YOU TO LIE TO YOUR STEPMOM!

. . . . .

Daemon: *comes back to the Red Keep hungover*

Kingsguard: The King wants to see you.

Daemon: Get off of me!

Daemon: Wait, no, don’t do that. I need you to help me walk.

Kingsguards: *drags Daemon to the throne room*

Daemon: *rolls on the ground*

Viserys: Wtf did you do to Rhae-Rhae?

Daemon: Good morning to you too.

Viserys: Aren’t you even gonna deny it?

Daemon: I’m sorry, what exactly did I do?

Viserys: You defiled her! *kicks him*

Daemon: Why tf does it matter? We used to fuck bitches when we were her age.

Viserys: Rhae-Rhae is my baby girl. And your niece!

Daemon: Rhae-Rhae is a woman. She can sleep with whoever she wants.

Viserys: *grabs Daemon’s collar* You son of a bitch! You took her v-card. Who will want to marry her now?

Daemon: I’ll do it.

Viserys: Are you fucking crazy?

Daemon: No, I’m serious. I’ll marry her.

Viserys: Bitch, you’re already married!

Daemon: Fuck it! Aegon the Conqueror had 2 wives, why can’t I?

Viserys: WTF, DAEMON! JUST GTFO!

. . . . .

Daemon: *enters the dragonpit to get Caraxes*

Caraxes: Lemme guess, you got exiled again.

Daemon: Just stfu and let’s gtfo of here.

. . . . .

Alicent: Have you spoken to Rhae-Rhae?

Viserys: Nah

Alicent: Look, I know Rhae-Rhae, ok? She’s not a liar. But I’m not sure about Daemon though.

Viserys: So why would he lie then?

Alicent: Idk. To spite you? Because let’s be honest, you’ve exiled him way too much.

Viserys: …

Alicent: Rhae-Rhae would never lie to me. And I know it.

. . . . .

Rhaenyra: *walking towards her father’s chambers*

Rhaenyra: *thoughts* Omfg I’m in so much trouble.

Rhaenyra: *tries to take the dagger*

Viserys: That’s Aegon’s dagger.

Rhaenyra: *jumps* Wtf dad you scared me.

Rhaenyra: *reads inscription in the dagger*

Viserys: It’s larger than everything, even your…desires.

Rhaenyra: …

Viserys: I could write you off my last will for what you did, Rhae-Rhae.

Rhaenyra: But that shit isn’t even true. You aren’t even gonna ask me what really happened?

Viserys: It doesn’t fucking matter! People have seen you, Rhae-Rhae. Now our reputation is destroyed, thanks to you.

Rhaenyra: *sighs* If I was a boy, I doubt you’d even care about it.

Viserys: But you’re not, so stfu!

Rhaenyra: …

Viserys: Btw, I decided to marry you to Laenor Velaryon. And I don’t want to hear to complaining about it. And besides, we need the Sea Snake back. They have the best ships and they also have dragons, so it’s a win-win for us.

Rhaenyra: Fine, but you need to fire your Hand.

Viserys: What? He’s a good man.

Rhaenyra: You know he wants baby Aegon to be heir. That’s why he had me spied, right? So he could report it to you if I did anything stupid.

Viserys: … *doesn’t deny it because she has a point*

. . . .

Viserys: 5 days.

Otto: What?

Viserys: 5 days after my dad died, you replaced him. And now with me as king, you’re still the hand. But I wonder…

Otto: …

Viserys: Aemma’s death still hurts, and so you planted your own daughter as a distraction. I married her and she gave me a son. Now, you then had Rhae-Rhae spied, make sure she does something stupid so I would disinherit her and name baby Aegon the heir.

Otto: Well, sometimes you need to hear the truth. I mean-

Viserys: Bitch, please. I already figured out your plan, Otto.

Otto: But-

Viserys: You’re fired. We thank you for your services. Now, please if you can show yourself out, that’d be great.

Otto: …

Otto: Wtf just happened.

. . . . .

Mellos: *carrying a Plan B tea* Sorry to disturb you this late, princess.

Rhaenyra: No, it’s fine.

Mellos: I prepped this carefully so you should be fine.

Rhaenyra: I’m sorry wtf is this?

Mellos: It’s a tea, princess Rhae-Rhae. Your dad insisted I make you some. Because let’s be honest, nobody likes accidents *wink-wink* K bye.

. . . . . . . . . . . .

Here's Ep. 4. Enjoy! 🤣

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[stromuprisahat]

Death visited the court again a short time later, when Grand Maester Mellos collapsed one night whilst he was climbing the serpentine steps. His had always been a moderating voice in council, forever urging calm and compromise whenever issues arose between the blacks and the greens. To the king’s distress, however, the passing of the man he called “my trusted friend” only served to provoke a fresh dispute between the factions. Princess Rhaenyra wanted Maester Gerardys, who had long served her on Dragonstone, elevated to replace Mellos; it was only his healing skills that had saved the king’s life when Viserys cut his hand on the throne, she claimed. Queen Alicent, however, insisted that the princess and her maester had mutilated His Grace unnecessarily. Had they not “meddled,” she claimed, Grand Maester Mellos would surely have saved the king’s fingers as well as his life. She urged the appointment of one Maester Alfador, presently in service at the Hightower. Viserys, beset from both sides, chose neither, reminding both the princess and the queen that the choice was not his to make. The Citadel of Oldtown chose the Grand Maester, not the Crown. In due time, the Conclave bestowed the chain of office upon Archmaester Orwyle, one of their own. King Viserys did seem to recover some of his old vigor once the new Grand Maester arrived at court. Septon Eustace tells us that this was the result of prayer, but most believed that Orwyle’s potions and tinctures were more efficacious than the leechings Mellos had preferred. But such recoveries proved short-lived, and gout, chest pains, and shortness of breath continued to trouble the king. In the final years of his reign, as his health failed, Viserys left ever more of the governance of the realm to his Hand and small council.

Fire and Blood (George R. R. Martin)

It's nice Viserys likes to honour rules and traditions (especially if it means the responsibility would fall on someone else), but how likely it is his new Grand Maester will be impartial? Being sent from the seat of Hightowers?

His ability to ignore brewing troubles, and leave Rhaenyra to her own devices is almost astonishing.

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[echos-muses]

well… fuck. final consensus on the characters:

rhaenyra: 7.5/10

daemon: 0/10

viserys: 3/10

otto: 4/10

alicent: 7/10

corlys: 7/10

rhaenys: 6.5/10

criston: 0/10

mysaria: 7/10

harrold: 9/10

mellos: 6/10

lyman: 8/10

lyonel: 9/10

harwin: 10/10

larys: 1.5/10

laenor: 7/10

vaemond: 5/10

tyland: 3/10

jason: 3/10

laena: 10/10

jacaerys: 9/10

lucerys: 8/10

aegon: 1/10

aemond: 10/10

baela: 8/10

rhaena: 8/10

helaena: 10/10

#house of the dragon #hotd #season one #ser erryk cargyll #ser arryk cargyll #otto hightower #viserys targaryen #corlys valeryon #laenor valeryon #laena valeryon #jacaerys velaryon #lucerys velaryon #larys strong #harwin strong #lyonel strong #lyman beesbury #grand maester mellos #alicent hightower #aegon ii targaryen #helaena targaryen #aemond targaryen #jaehaera targaryen #jaehaerys targaryen #maelor targaryen #daeron targaryen #rhaena targaryen #baela targaryen #rhaenys targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen

[hotd-fic]

Otto and Daemons Daughter.

Otto give'a Deamons Daughter the love she craves.

This is based around the time that Viserys is already married to Alicent.

Alicent is 22 in this

Rheanrya is 17

Daemons daughter is 15

(am new to this so I hope you guys enjoy this, I feel at this point in his life he wouldn't be the best father, especially if it was a daughter from the women he hated so much. The person he was forced to marry. I don't think he would have hit his daughter or anything but just ignored her really, still gave the things she need. But in the end didn't really give her the love he did with his other children a lot later in life )

Viserys sat in the council room, as he got the message that his brother's wife had died in a hunting accident, where a knight's arrow shot her hitting her heart. Then a few moments later an anccoment was made the knight standing by the door stepped forward .

"Princess Alyssa Rhea Targaryen"

In walk Alyssa, she held her head high as she walked into the council room. She looked around the room not know who anyone was, she never didn't meet anyone or even been to Kings Landing. Only thing she did have from here was a dragon, she was gifted the egg from the Kings wife. She never meant the Queen Aemma but her mother told her about the day, the Queen arrived with the egg.

Alyssa was where Targaryen colors, the robes where long to the floor, with the shoulder looking slightly like dragon scales. Her hair was up and out of her face.

Everyone turned to face her, sitting there at the table was Daemon her father, who frowned as he saw her. The others have her a small smile not really knowing when she was here. She didn't notice one person didn't look at her that was the hand of the king, his eyes was focused on her father. But she didn't let this scare her, she kept her face natural, masking her true emotions.

Her father opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by the king who stood and gave the young girl a sad smile.

"I am sorry to hear of the loss of your mother Princess Alyssa, but it is nice to finally meet you even though it is under these conditions " Visery spoke calmly.

Daemon looked shocked he had no idea that his bitch of a wife had died. He look from his brother and his daughter he couldn't help but smile shaking his head.

"So how did the bitch die "

Everyone's eyes widen at the man, how could he speak ill of his dead wife in front of his daughter, everyone's eyes are now in Alyssa even the hand.

Alssya just scoffed shaking her head, then glared at her so-called father.

"It was during hunting, a knight's arrow went a stray hitting her in the heart she died right away. Oh, father of mine " the way is said father was with venom, you could tell that she was his with the glare she gave him.

He rolled his eyes, picking up his cup and downing the rest of the wine, he then raised it, for Rhaenrya to fill. She did refill the glass but she gave Alyssa a sad smile.

Alyssa knew the older princess understood the loss of her mother. But she could not pity the Princess that much as she still had the love of her father and the love of Alyssa's very own father as well.

"Deamon that comment was unnecessary, why didn't you take you daughter to her new rooms as she will be stay here."

Daemon huffed once again downing his cup of wine, standing and bowing his head to his brother, then giving Rhaenrya a kiss on the head before he walked over to his daughter.

"well lets go then " and walked passed her, no kiss on the head not even a hug. No nothing Alyssa just looked down.

"Thank you for having me, your grace. " she gave a small bow to the King before following after her father. She never saw the glint in the Hand's eyes as he watched her leave. She didn't see the idea brewing in his eyes.

Once she made it to her room, her father was just looking at her, she knew that look, her mother would give it to her sometimes when she thought her daughter wasn't looking. She knew how much she look like her father and her mother hated that. Her lilac eyes and silver blonde hair. Even her smile and glare were his. But she had parts of her mother, those parts her father didn't like. She had her mothers nose, her mother face but with her father features. He could see parts of the woman he hate so much in her.

"I wouldn't say am sad about that b....your mother's death. " his voice was soft when he spoke but she could tell there was no real care there.

"Well yes I guessed that when you didn't even attend her funeral, it was three days ago. She die over a week ago. You were sent a raven"

"Yess well I usually just burned letters with the Runestone seal "

"Of course why would there be anything to concern yourself with. It's not as if you had anyone to care for " She snapped back.

When she looked at him he looked angry she could see it in his face.

"How Dare You".

His daughter just laughed.

"Yes, I dare as you never even lovingly thought about me once. Yes, you cared I guess. You gave me dresses and you help me with my dragon but it was always a task for you. You never really held me. Or even give me the same you just give your necie. Anyway I am tired I have a long week and a long flight here. Goodnight Father "

With that he stormed out of her room, slamming the door shut as he did. The knight outside did knocking checking she was okay. Alyssa assured the knight she was fine and was going to bed and that she could get undressed herself.

With that, she climbed into bed. It was a lot bigger and softer at home, well back in Runestone. She knew she would stay here with her father. She just hoped he wouldn't be exiled again, as here she could have others to talk to and easily avoid him, though she carved his love, she knew he would never give her it. At least not anytime soon.

Meanwhile, after The Prince and Princess left, Otto spoke up "Your Grace, the Prince should never have spoken about his wife in such a manner with his child there, the poor girl " you could hear the sadness in his voice.

"He didn't even hug the poor girl why would you let them leave together, my King " Lord Strong spoke.

Rheanrya is still in the room, she loved her uncle so much with all her heart but in that moment she didn't understand why he was so heartless to his own daughter.

"He won't hurt her." The king spoke with not much confidence

"No hurt her, am sorry Your Grace but the poor girl, is already hurt. I could see it in her eyes. " Otto replied looking towards Visery.

Viserys just sighed, his hand rubbing between his eyes. He had also seen the heartbreak in his niece's eyes. He knew that Daemon didn't want a child with Rhea but to igrone his daughter was something else.

"Yes but I do believe he wouldn't physically hurt her. Rheanrya could you please go and check on her, just help her adjust? She may need people close. As she has lost her mother "

Rhaenyra made it to your room with the help of a knight. She walked in gently closing the door and saw Alyssa in bed fast asleep. So she slowly walked back out.

Making her way back to her own rooms, already waiting in her room was Daemon.

"Hello my little Dragon" he spoke in their native tongue

She couldn't help but smile and blush at him .

"Hello Uncle" she replied naturally spilling into High valerian herself.

"We can be together now. I am no longer married " he whisperer whit a huge smile on his face as he watched his niece.

"Why didn't you hug her or even be kind "

Daemon scoffs at the question as he looks at her. He dosen't really know fully himself. He know it is partly to do with who the girls mother is.

"She reminds me too much of her mother. She has mostly my looks but some parts are hers as well. I can't stand it"

"but she is yours as well, I mean she looks like a younger female you. She has a dragon as well"

"The truth is I wasn't ready to be a father I tried but I just couldn't do it. I didn't feel that connection with her. "

Rhaenyra went over and huge her Uncle rubbing her face into his neck as he held her back. He knew this felt right. That any children with Rhaenyra would be loved.

"I will love our children, this I swear "

He kiss her forehead once again. Then he sneaked out the hidden door in her room. Leaving her by her self. As he left, he really didn't know why he was how he was with Alyssa.

Maybe he could try and talk to her tomorrow at some point. Maybe help her with her Dragon or something silly, show his brother he can be a good Father. Maybe that way he would be allowed to have his Rhaenrya.

#hotd fic #otto hightower #original character #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #viserys i targaryen #alicent hightower #aegon targaryen #fights #grand maester mellos #rhea royce #death mention

[malewifedaemon]

ESTJ characters in HOtD and GOT: Viserys Targaryen, Cersei Lannister, Rhea Royce, Vaemond Velaryon, Robb Stark, Grand Maester Mellos

All the characters' personality types are from https://www.personality-database.com

#hotd #house of the dragon #got #game of thrones #estj personality #mbti estj #estj #cersei lannister #robb stark #rhea royce #viserys targaryen #veamond velaryon #grand maester mellos #mellos

[allovesthings]

I am more and more convinced that Mellos is working to kill him considering he is not listening to his apprentice.

#hotd #house of the dragon #grand maester mellos #watching hotd for the first time #viserys targaryen

[em-writes-stuff-sometimes]

My man Mellos looking like a whole three course meal 😋 😍

💀💀💀

The way I laughed so hard I cried at this, holy shit!

#grand maester mellos #i have a fucking tag for this guy now #oh my GOOOOOD

[horizon-verizon]

The best choice, king and small council finally agreed, would be Rhaenyra’s cousin Laenor Velaryon. Though the Great Council of 101 had ruled against his claim, the Velaryon boy remained a grandson of Prince Aemon Targaryen of hallowed memory, a great-grandson of the Old King himself. Such a match would unite and strengthen the royal bloodline, and regain the Iron Throne the friendship of the Sea Snake with his powerful fleet. One objection was raised: Laenor Velaryon was now nineteen years of age, yet had never shown any interest in women. Instead he surrounded himself with handsome squires of his own age, and was said to prefer their company. But Grand Maester Mellos dismissed this concern out of hand. “What of it?” he said. “I do not like the taste of fish, but when fish is served, I eat it.” Thus was the match decided.

Fire and Blood, by George R.R. Martin, pg 370

[PT4 of What Happened Between Rhaenyra, Daemon, and Criston]

#laenor velaryon #a question of succession #dying of the dragons #dance of the dragons #asoiaf quotes #fire and blood quotes #Fire and Blood #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #grand maester mellos #the velaryon house #the velaryons #viserys i's characterization #viserys i #viserys i targaryen #westerosi marriage #corlys velaryon #asoiaf sexuality

[aemonds-sapphire]

Persuasion

Summary: Aemond protects those he cares about ruthlessly. You are no exception. So he will have the truth, or someone’s head. Maybe both.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW. Overprotective Aemond. Edging. Orgasm denial. Oral sex. Breeding kink (implied)

Word count: 2k

“Do not tell Prince Aemond.”

“Do not worry, my lady. My lips are sealed,” Grand Maester Mellos bowed lightly, gathering his ointments and bandages.

“Do not tell Prince Aemond what?”

By the door frame stood Prince Aemond Targaryen, arms crossed, and a dangerously calm look on his face.

Maester Mellos knew better, and Aemond’s seemingly composed demeanor was not to be trifled with.

The old man froze in place, glaring at the young prince as if he’d suddenly grown a third arm.

Clearing his throat, he greeted with a bow. “Prince Aemond��� welcome back.”

He turned his eye to you. “I’m waiting.”

You huffed in annoyance, knowing far too well that he would turn something trivial into an unnecessary ordeal.

Because as far as Aemond Targaryen was concerned, your safety was paramount, and he would not have it any other way.

“Thank you, Maester Mellos,” you smiled warmly, trying to ease his nerves.

He merely hurried to make his way out, but Aemond barred the door, eyeing the man in front of him with a deadly stare.

“Aemond,” you called out, shifting to sit on your bed.

The Targaryen prince clicked his tongue, eventually stepping to the side. “Hmm.”

The poor old man was now visibly shaking, and nearly made a run for it once the pathway was made clear.

“That was uncalled for,” you half-scolded.

The door shut behind him, and he came to take a sit by your side, his face twisted into a serious expression. “What do you not want me to know, then.”

But before you could reply, his eye landed on your hands and you could swear you saw a hint of rage crossing his face.

“Who did this to you?” Poison coated his low voice, sending shivers across your spine.

He took your bruised hands in his, closely inspecting the damage to your knuckles.

It looked far worse than it felt. “I was sparring with Ser Criston. Just for fun,” you revealed, meeting his eye. “It was nothing much. This will heal soon.”

“He did this to you?” he sounded uncharacteristically… calm.

“No.”

Aemond’s tender fingers wrapped around your wrists, anger slipping through the cracks. “Then who?”

It would be much easier to give into the pressure, but you knew fully well that if you were to reveal who had been on the receiving hand of your fist, he’d simply storm out, not caring that the short amount of time you had to spend with with would be ruined.

“Let's forget about this for tonight,” you said, giving his hands a gentle squeeze. “I've missed you so much.”

Aemond rose to his feet, arching an eyebrow. “Should I go ask Maester Mellos, then? I’m sure he’d be much willing to talk.”

Rolling your eyes, you held him in place by tugging at his leather coat.

“Leave the poor man alone and fuck me instead.”

You pulled him towards you by his pants, slightly wincing as pain shot through your bruised hand.

“Tell me who it was.”

Deciding to ignore him, you parted you legs to accommodate him, resting your chin on his stomach. “Prince Aemond… I need you,” you pouted.

The hold you had on the young prince was such that had Queen Alicent fear that it might break her beloved son.

And nothing pleased you more than knowing you could bend him to your will with just the right amount of persuasion.

It didn't take long before he started panting lightly as you began caressing his crotch through the fabric, enjoying your touch and how you so skillfully and rapidly had his cock harden.

His eye fluttered shut, and he removed each layer of clothing from his body, until he got to his pants.

“Do not stare at me like that. I might lose it,” he groaned, bringing his thumb to caress your lips.

Your walls reflexively clenched around nothing, and you felt your clit swell in anticipation.

His toned torso gleamed of a faint mix of warm colours that emanated from the candles spread around you, and you couldn’t help to place the softest kiss on the think hair of silver that spread below his navel.

Aemond undid his pants to ease the tension on his cock before tossing the garment aside.

“Will you not tell me?” he asked, slowly dropping to his knees as your eyes were fixed on his thick and leaking cock.

With both hands on each thigh, he further spread you apart, dragging the fabric of your chemise up your legs, revealing your most intimate parts to his hungry gaze.

You knew what came next, and readied yourself by leaning back, supporting your weight with your arms.

Aemond pressed soft kisses up your inner thigh until he reached your folds.

He was staring intensely at you. “Last chance to tell me, my lady.”

You could feel his breath on you. “What does that mean…”

“Who hurt you?”

Aegon had been the one to meet your fist after he decided it would be smart to badmouth his brother in front of you. Not even Ser Criston Cole moved to defend the future king. He had deserved it.

But the last thing on your mind was Aegon and his ridiculous antics.

Aemond did not answer your question, as he pressed a kiss to your folds.

“How is it so swollen already?” he growled, parting your folds to reveal your throbbing clit. “Do you like me on my knees that much?”

He had such a way with words that you reckoned you might be pushed over the edge from the sound of his voice and lewd words.

You bucked your hips into him as you felt his tongue prodding at your entrance for a brief moment before he dragged it to lick your clit.

The sight of having the young prince hungrily eating you was enough to ignite the coil in your lower abdomen.

His tongue slipped inside you, as his nose was pressed against the sensitive bud, teasing it with each slurp.

“Right there… Gods…” you threw your head back in sheer pleasure.

The pressure on your lower half was such that you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“Aemond…”

Just as you we were about to plunge into blinding bliss, you felt him draw away from you. The immediate loss of touch earning a strangled cry from you, your clit demanding attention again.

At first, you thought it was merely his intent do shift positions, so he could be buried deep within you and having your walls contract around him from your release.

However, by the time he was on top of you, dragging the thing underside of his cock along your folds, yet refusing to enter you, that’s when you realised something was off.

“Please… please…” you nearly yelled, wrapping your legs around his waist to increase the friction.

But Aemond paid no mind to your pleas, and kept rolling his hips while sucking gently on your neck.

The moment he heard your gasps getting louder and breathier, he halted, kissing away the tears that had started to flow from the overstimulation.

He lifted his hips as to avoid his cock from touching you at all, and you felt the urge to smack him.

“What are you doing,” you cried out, vision blurry and chest heaving rapidly.

He pressed his lips to your cheek in such adoration, that your heart skipped a beat.

“Do not underestimate my feelings for you,” whispered in a warning tone. “I would start a war for you.”

Others might brush that aside as an overstatement, but Aemond Targaryen did not utter empty threats.

That revelation sent you pushing your hips to his, urging him to have his cock on you once more.

Suddenly, his lips twisted into a mischievous smile, as he suddenly pinned your arms above your face.

You eyes widened in utter shock. “Aemond….”

“It seems we are in a bit of a predicament, lady wife,” he purred, lips nearly touching yours. “You seek release, but I shall not give it to you until you tell me who hurt you.”

At this, you tried to wriggle away from his grip. “Oh… fuck you!”

“I want that, too,” he said teasingly. “But first, you need to tell me a name.”

He chuckled at the evident agony in your eyes stilling your hips with other hand.

“And you will not be able to have your release by yourself without your hands,” he said, giving your wrists a squeeze. “Your choice.”

Your clit throbbed desperately in between your folds, craving his touch, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek at the sight of his cock drippings strings of precum onto your abdomen.

He was just as desperate to have you, and you were perplexed that he had such self control.

Seeing that you refused to cooperate, he lowered himself into you, his cock pressed down on your clit as your folds enveloped it.

“Gods… just move…” you growled in despair, tugging at your hands in an attempt to break free from his grip.

Surprisingly, he did as you asked, rolling his hips slowly. You tried to mimic the motion just so you could get to your point of no return.

But Aemond knew your body too well. He knew exactly what made you tick, and how your body would respond.

He stopped moving at once, heaving a frantic wail from you as your release got put on hold once more.

“Aegon! I threw a punch at Aegon,” you blurted out in between sobs as your sensitive clit throbbed against his cock. “He was uttering nonsense about you and—”

“You punched my brother?”

You opened your eyes to see surprised on his face, with a hint of amusement. He then released the grip on your wrists and brought one of your hands closer to his face, rubbing your sore knuckles with his thumb.

“That’s my girl,” he laughed, planting a kiss on each knuckle. “You should have told me right away.”

You rolled your eyes. “And you would have gone after him. I want you here… with—”

He immediately cut you off with a burning kiss, and just as quickly, he angled his hips to bury himself inside you.

The overstimulation and denied releases had left your body so sensitive that it was as if everything stung and you had to bite your lip hard to muffle your cries.

He ground mercilessly into you, breaking the kiss and removing the eyepatch.

“Look at me.”

You were met with the sapphire in place of his left eye, and knew that he was close the moment his arms faltered, and he nearly collapsed on top of you, speeding up and gripping your hips as he pumped in a final broken rhythm.

Taking your face in your hands, you had your lips caress the long scar, knowing fully well he had grown used to you showing him how much you adore every single inch of him.

“So tight…” he groaned.

You then watched in marvel as his mouth fell open in a quick hiss as he stilled inside you, filling you to the brim.

Feeling his cock twitching inside you violently as he spilled his cum inside, drove you over the edge until your vision blurred in waves of colours, tearing the room with a sharp cry of pleasure.

Aemond managed to regain some composure as he lifted your lower half and placed a pillow underneath your backside.

“Stay like this for a while,” he said, slowly sliding out of you.

Your breathing came out in erratic pants and you felt him gently pushing inside some of the cum that had spilled with his fingers.

At this pace, it would not be long before your belly would start to swell with his child.

He caressed your face with his hand, as he brought his lips to press a loving kiss to your sweaty forehead.

“Avy jorrāelan.”

Your heart skipped a beat, but before you could return the gesture, Aemond slid off the bed, rapidly getting dressed.

“Where are you going?” you asked, shifting to your side, a gush of cum spilling from you.

“On my way to behead my dear brother.”

You groaned in exasperation. “Aemond!”

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond smut #aemond x you #aemond x reader #hotd smut

[asoiafpolls]

#grand maester mellos #jasper wylde #polls #a song of ice and fire #game of thrones #house of the dragon #fire and blood #george rr martin #grrm #hotd #got #asoiaf #westeros #2024: hotd best character round 1 #2024: hotd best character round 1 polls

[targaryen-dynasty]

YOU‘RE THE ONLY THING I PRAY FOR. (2/3)

Daemon Targaryen x niece!Reader

WARNINGS: none

WORDS: 2.4 K

NOTES: y’all are probably fed up with how much I’m posting today but ✨idc✨ lmao. Consider this as a little interlude before it gets steamy in part 3 🤭 tysm @arcielee for betaing this short thing.

Never before have you slept as badly as you did last night. The tea brought by Maester Mellos may have been drunk by you, but it did little to soothe the tormenting guilt you feel. You had retired to bed again afterwards, only to not be able to find any sleep at all. 

Rolling from one side to the other, you had pondered over what had happened in the sept, and who could have seen the two of you to report it to your father. There couldn’t have been any witnesses for most septas leave whenever you arrive. Besides, you’ve looked around plenty of times. It’s impossible that anyone has seen you. 

But deep down you know it was bound to happen eventually. A princess of the realm could not flaunt around the Grand Sept in the company of her uncle, let alone being claimed and defiled by him so openly without anyone witnessing. 

So, it’s not surprising that at first light you’re summoned to the Throne Room. 

The heavy doors fall shut behind you with a thud, and your footsteps are the only thing heard as you approach the looming throne. Your father sits atop it, Jaehaerys crown weighing heavy on his silver curls, and watches you with a grimm expression.  

“Y-Your Grace,” you stutter, bobbing a small curtsy with your hands tightly clasped in front of you. It’s your father’s harsh voice that has you flinching even before you’re able to meet his eyes. 

“Raise your head, child.” It’s a demand, and it’s definitely not your father sitting in front of you right now. 

Nodding, you gulped thickly as your father has never before spoken to you in such a manner, with such fury laced within his voice. The quick-tempered part of his emotions has always been reserved to the people of his council, and sometimes even your little sister stands in the crossfire. But not you, never you. 

“It has been brought to my attention that you were seen entering the Grand Sept with Daemon. Is that correct?”

Your eyes dart around before they settle on the floor, and you nod once again. Finding your voice seems to be more difficult than expected, failing as you are not even able to meet your fathers gaze. 

And the silence appears to stoke your father’s fury, knowing this is too dire a matter to be lenient with you. 

“I said is that correct?” he growls, abruptly rising to his feet. 

The movement causes you to flinch, and you raise your head. “I–yes, he-he asked if he could join me for my morning prayer,” you stammer, frozen in fear. 

Your father huffs, “Of course, he has.” 

He pinches the bridge of his nose, before he slowly but surely walks down the steps leading from the imposing Iron Throne towards where you stand. “And is that all that has transpired between the two of you, daughter?” The name falls from his lips dripping with so much venom, a shiver runs down your spine. 

His stern expression only grows darker and darker, a foreboding edge cuts into them. “Or are there other matters that you two have been up to there?” he asks, looking down at you. “I wish to hear the truth from your mouth, and your mouth only.”

You feel your throat tighten, and your body grows cold just from the intensity that feeds the tension between the two of you. “I-I… I–,” you stammer. You’re caught. 

Taking in a deep breath, you clench your hands to fists to stop them from trembling as you think about saying the next words out loud. Your nails dig into your palms, surely leaving crescent shaped marks, but this doesn't make the situation more bearable for you. “We-We kissed,” the words are practically a whisper, “and he did suggest we wed.” Looking away, you can’t bring yourself to meet his eyes, knowing there’s a rage brooding inside of him. 

“What a foolish suggestion,” your father spits out. “Must I remind you that you were to wed Jason Lannister?”

Feeling your breath grow shaky as you try to keep the tears from welling in your eyes, your gaze locks with your father’s. You’re a dutiful girl, and you would have never disobeyed your father. But you allowed your uncle to take things too far, and now you have to bear the consequences. 

“No, Your Grace,” your voice is meek, trembling as you shake your head, “I-I am aware I must wed Lord Lannister, a match made by you, and I do not wish to bring shame to the crown.”

But your father hesitates, as if the words he’s about to speak would weigh a thousand tons on yours and his shoulders. “Your lies have proven to me that you do not care for your duty to the crown,” he growls. “And I will not allow your foolish actions to further tarnish our House. You wish to go to the Sept freely and frequently? Then you shall make your way to Oldtown in the morrow to become a Silent Sister, and forsake your past life. You will be removed from the line of succession entirely as a punishment for flouting my authority.”

Frozen in stunned silence, the words do not seem real. The severity of your father’s judgement sinks into the pit of your stomach, and you take a step back as if it would give you back your ability to breathe. 

With blurry eyes, you look back at him, trying to find some sort of consolation in his, but you only see sternness and disapproval. “A-Are you serious?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. Tears stain your cheeks, and you allow them to. “Surely you must not mean it, father.”

“I am your King!” Viserys snaps, and there’s no fatherly compassion neither in his voice nor the fierce scowl on his face. 

For all his reign your father has been nothing if not a weak king, relying on others to ensure the strength of the mighty House Targaryen. And now he decides to make an example out of your misstep, not able to afford another moment of weakness? It must be a cruel joke in favor of the Seven. 

“My mind is made up,” your father finally growls, hiding the pit of guilt in his stomach behind the volume of his voice. “This is the price of your actions whether you like it or not. You have brought this on yourself, and I don’t wish to hear any more objections from you. Begone!”

Knowing there was nothing you could do to change his mind, you just nod your head and walk out of the Throne Room, eyes downcast as the tears won’t stop rolling down your cheeks. 

You barely register who crosses your path on the way to your chambers for your mind is awash with sadness, rage and fear, and once the heavy door falls shut behind you, it all rises to the surface, claiming you like a storm. 

You kick against a nearby stool before you sink to your knees and sob into your hands. Letting out an agonizing scream, you are overtaken by rage. But there’s no will of yours to pack your belongings, not that you’d need them anyways, for a scroll you certainly have not left there lays on your bed, next to a rugged cloak. 

You grab the piece of paper, unrolling it and scanning over its contents, taking a few seconds to understand that it’s a map containing the secret passageways your ancestor had commissioned during the construction of Maegor’s Holdfast. ‘Meet me here at the Hour of the Ghosts’ is written below it, the here most certainly hinting at the point that’s hidden beneath a marked cross. 

It seems like an incredibly long time to the Hour of the Ghosts, but what other choice than waiting do you have? There’s no way for you to go, not that you even want to go outside to meet anyone. All you want to do is spend the rest of your time in the Red Keep by yourself, sulking about the mess you have brought yourself into. 

But as the hour finally strikes, you’re on your feet, silver hair hidden by the hood of the cloak. 

The map suggests that there’s a hidden doorway to the right of your bed, and it takes little effort for you to push it open, revealing a staircase that leads you into a tunnel. Though it’s almost casted in complete darkness, you pull the door to your chambers shut behind you and scurry down the stairs, following the map. 

The rage is still there on your way to the staircase that leads you out of the keep and into the city, and even in the dim lights of the torches around you, you can make out your uncle’s surprised face as you suddenly charge at him. 

If you weren’t so angry, you would have laughed. 

“Why have you told him?” you hiss, but are quickly silenced by his large hand covering your mouth. He holds you with your back against his chest, seizing your small frame and stopping you from shoving at his chest. 

“I told him nothing,” he sharply hushes into your ear, though you don’t grasp the importance of it. Your life is already ruined, and his whispering won’t make it alright again. “Viserys was informed, but not by me. I assume it was one of the leeches’ puppets. Your father summoned me last night to inform me that my services to the crown were no longer required. He has exiled me.”

You exhale into his palm, turning slightly to look at him with wide eyes. There is a menacing grin on his lips, only broken when he continues. “I am quite certain he has done the same to you, so, you can either stay here and face your punishment, or you can come with me.”

His words settle slowly, and you’re torn between following him, or facing your fate as Silent Sister. You already disgraced your House, what’s one more misstep if it can bring you freedom? 

You feel utterly helpless and powerless, for you don’t know if Daemon can be trusted. He hasn’t earned the moniker the Rogue Prince for nothing, and for all you know, he could have informed your father. But would he willingly bring himself into a treacherous position just to wed you? You’re not certain. 

Your sigh fanning into the palm of his hand is what prompts him to release your face and allow you to speak again, and the cold air that suddenly fills your lungs with his hand gone has you clearing your throat. Winding in his grasp, you turn around to face him, and as it eventually loosens, you take a step back. There still is anger raging inside of you, but you must play your cards wisely. 

The hood of your cloak is pulled back by you, exposing your full face to him. “What other options do I truly have?” you whisper, looking around briefly. “I shall come with you.”

It’s another sigh that rips itself from your chest, knowing the inevitability of your question, and your eyes flicker up to meet his. “When do we leave?”

There is a short moment of silence between you, and, as if you’ve anticipated anything else, Daemon finally replies.

“Now,” he rasps. “We must go, before anyone comes to find and stop us.”

Not giving you a chance to react, his fingers intertwine with yours, clearly sensing your apprehension as he pulls you after him. 

“But my clothes. I–”

“Everything is set,” he husks. “I have secured your mount and my own, waiting for us in the Dragonpit. We must do this quickly, no time for lingering. We will be gone by the time anyone realizes.”

Just how quickly he has made all plans and arrangements possible truly amazes you, and you can’t help but feel drawn to his dedication to the matter and the ambition which he displays. You know you’re taking an immense risk in moving with him like that, but you trust him. You have to trust him. 

Following him down the stairs, you look back at the Red Keep for a moment, and its sight makes you feel nervous and anxious. You’re about to leave so much of your life behind. At what cost? 

It’s the neighing of a horse that catches your attention, and once again, Daemon takes your hand to drag you towards it. A tall, black stallion waits for you, and you squeal the moment your uncle lifts you up as if you weigh no more than a feather, putting you into the saddle. 

He settles behind you as the horse canters along the cobblestone, heading towards the Dragonpit at a speed you have rarely ridden before. But by the Seven, never before have you felt so thrilled. 

Stopping sharply in front of the outer doors opening to the hillside, he helps you down in the same manner he’s gotten you onto the horse. The gates to the dragonpit are opened, and both your dragons stand up the moment they recognize their riders. 

Upon the sight of both beasts, your heart swells and freezes at the same time. You would have missed your dragon dearly in Oldtown, and the thought that you would almost never have ridden it again makes your blood run cold for a moment.

Silverwing is slightly larger than Caraxes, and makes a much more striking figure than your uncle’s mount, but you dare not tell him that. 

With a nod towards the dragon keepers guarding your dragons, you approach your beast, hand gliding along her silvery scales. A look at Daemon from over your shoulder tells you that he’s already strapped to the saddle of Caraxes. 

“Where are we flying to?” you shout over at him, mounting Silverwing. There is a small bag strapped to her saddle, a thick coat for you to wear draped over it, and you wonder when he’s had the time to prepare all that. 

Caraxes is on his way out of the cave, roaring and grumbling, and your she-dragon briefly spreads her wings, before she follows him and crawls out into the open, causing you to almost not hear his reply. 

“Pentos!”

Their large wings flap loudly as Caraxes firstly soars into the air with a bellowing roar, closely followed by Silverwing, breaking into the open sky. 

The Red Keep grows smaller and smaller in the distance, until you can not make it out anymore. You’re not sure what difficulties might await you in Essos, though you have never been more ready to venture to far away lands. 

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House of the Dragon Ep. 2: The Rogue Prince, a Summary (Incorrect Quotes Edition)

SPOILERS AHEAD!

Rhaenyra: *continues to be the cupbearer*

Lyman Beesbury: Ser Ryam Redwyne died in his sleep.

Viserys: Omfg that's so sad. He died like, peacefully, right?

Lyman: Of course, my king.

Harrold Westerling: With Otto's help, I recruited guys to be in the Kingsguard.

Corlys: *barges in* Hi, excuse me, sorry for barging in. The thing in the Stepstones have escalated. 4 ships had just sank with the last one having my banner on it. And y'all are doing nothing about it. You're just sitting pretty while people are dying in the Stepstones.

Otto: Calm down, Corly. You’ll be paid for everything you lost. Why are you still complaining about it?

Corlys: I don’t want fucking compensation. We’re taking the Stepstones by force and defeat the Crabfeeder.

Viserys: I’m not going to war with the Free Cities.

Corlys: Those bitches are pirates and not with the Free Cities.

Viserys: Who do you think supplies their weapons?

Lyman: Btw, we’ve never been at war with the Free Cities. If that happens, we’re all gonna be fucked.

Corlys: We should kick the crabfeeder out of there. The king’s lil’ bro literally took Dragonstone and used the gold cloaks as his minions. He’s been there for like 6 months, but y’all are doing nothing about it.

Otto: Bitch please, just because you’re in the council doesn’t mean you can just say whatever tf you want to the king.

Viserys: Actually, Corly, I am doing something. I have gathered reinforcements from Pentos and Volantis. So I suggest you calm your tits and not worry about it. Hmmkay?

Rhaenyra: Wait, daddy, don’t we have dragonriders?

Everyone: Why tf is she talking?

Rhaenyra: You could send us, you know.

Viserys: Rhae-Rhae, it’s not that simple.

Rhaenyra: Yeah, but it could intimidate them.

Corlys: *lowkey impressed* Well, at least Princess Rhae-Rhae has a plan. And it’s not bad, actually.

Rhaenyra: What I mean-

Otto: Hey, I know something Princess Rhae-Rhae can do!

Viserys: Oh, yes, Lord Commander, can you escort her to see the new recruits to the Kingsguard?

Harrold: Of course, my king.

Rhaenyra: Wtf?

Viserys: It’s better if you’ll also choose your personal bodyguard.

Rhaenyra: But-

Viserys:

Rhaenyra: *groans* Ugh, fine.

Rhaenyra: *mumbles* He makes me his heir, but I’m not allowed to talk in the council. Okay. Old bitches.

. . . . .

Rhaenyra: *lowkey bored as she meets the new recruits*

Rhaenyra: *unimpressed with the new recruits*

Rhaenyra: Do any of these knight even have like, combat experience? Not just capturing poachers.

Harrold: Yes, of course. Uh, Crispy Coleslaw?

Criston: *steps forward*

Rhaenyra: *lowkey flirting* Oh, hi Crispy! Did you actually fight in the Stormlands?

Criston: In the Dornish Marches, princess. I was a foot soldier against small Dornish attacks. I was knighted afterwards.

Rhaenyra:

Rhaenyra: I choose Crispy Coleslaw.

Otto: Uh, let’s not decide quickly, princess Rhae-Rhae. Crispy’s good, I guess. But maybe you should choose a knights from well-known houses?

Rhaenyra: Bitch, please. My daddy needs to be defended by people who actually know how to fight, not just people riding pretty horses for entertainment. Am I right?

Otto: Well, I mean, you’re not wrong but-

Rhaenyra: Great! Then you should instate him. Bye now. *walks out*

Otto: …

Rhaenys: *watching the exchange from afar, lowkey impressed* She actually has balls.

. . . . .

Viserys, to Alicent: *explains the history of Valyria while building his own lego diorama*

Alicent: *pretends to be interested*

Viserys: *destroys a dragon model by accident*

Viserys and Alicent: *awkward hand-touching*

Viserys: So, uh…how’s Rhae-Rhae?

Alicent: What do you mean?

Viserys: Well, she barely talks to me, even with personal things.

Alicent: It will take time. Everyone has their process, my king. I took time when my own mommy died.

Viserys: I just wished Rhae-Rhae would just reach out to me and talk about it.

Alicent: Maybe you should go to her.

Viserys: Well…honestly, I’d rather face a dragon than my moody 15-year-old baby girl.

Alicent: I think she would open up more, if you allowed her to.

Viserys: Can you not tell her about this? I mean, it’s already weird that I’m asking about her from her bff. I don’t think she’ll understand.

Alicent: Oh, of course, my king. My lips are sealed.

. . . . .

Alicent: *takes Rhae-Rhae to the Grand Sept*

Rhaenyra: It’s only been months since my mommy died, and they’re already asking my daddy to remarry just so it would replace me as the heir. That’s so fucked up! I know when those old bitches plot in secret, because they’d send me away.

Alicent: You shouldn’t worry about that, Rhae-Rhae. How will it affect you if you dad actually remarries?

Rhaenyra: Idk, honestly.

Alicent: Rhae-Rhae, your daddy loves you. That’s why he chose you to be the heir.

Rhaenyra: Please, he only did it because there was no one else. And doesn’t want it to be my uncle Daemon.

Alicent: *kneels before an altar* Come on, kneel with me.

Rhaenyra: *kneels with Alicent* Fine.

Alicent: I know it’s weird, but doing this, I feel like I’m close to my mommy again.

Rhaenyra: It’s not weird.

Alicent: Good, you should try it, you know. Light a candle.

Rhaenyra: Ok. *lights a candle* What will I say?

Alicent: Whatever you want.

Alicent and Rhaenyra: *prays*

Rhaenyra: *cries*

Alicent, to Rhaenyra:

Alicent: It's ok, Rhae-Rhae.

Rhaenyra: I just want my daddy to see me as more than just his baby girl.

Alicent: My daddy does this to me too. When I want to spend time with him, I know that I should do the effort.

Rhaenyra: Aww, thanks, bestie.

. . . . .

Corlys and Rhaenys: *walking in the palace gardens toward Viserys*

Viserys: Oh, hi. I want you to know that I value the bond of our houses. Besides, Couz Rhae is my fave cousin after all, but don’t tell other people I said that.

Rhaenys: Aww, couz. You flatter me.

Corlys: Btw, sorry about the outburst during the council meeting earlier.

Viserys: It’s ok. I know the Velaryon fleet is one of the kingdom’s important assets, but as king, it’s my duty to avoid war, unless we have no choice.

Colrys: Also, I have a proposition. The queen is dead, you named Rhae-Rhae your heir, you lil’ bro took over Dragonstone, and now pirates are invading our most critical shipping lane.

Viserys: …ok?

Rhaenys: Well, it’s true, cousin. Bitches across the realm think you’re weak.

Viserys: And us taking over the Stepstones is like the only solution you can think of? Wtf.

Corlys: You know, if there’s drama, you either gotta face it head on, or get away and avoid the hot seat. But you should never, ever let it hit you right in the face.

Viserys: Wtf are you saying?

Corlys: Well, we were thinking that you should marry our baby girl, Laena.

Viserys:

Viserys: Honestly, I did not see this coming. I haven’t even thought about remarrying. It hasn’t even been a year since Aemma died.

Rhaenys: The kingdom expects you to remarry. And our Laena is perfect wife material.

Viserys:

. . . . .

Rhaenyra: Daddy, we haven’t talked to each other since, you know.

Viserys: I know, and I’m sorry. I think we should talk more often.

Rhaenyra: Well, you can say whatever you want. You’re the king after all.

Viserys: I loved your mommy very much.

Rhaenyra: Me too.

Viserys and Rhaenyra: *awkward eating noises*

Rhaenyra: Btw, Ser Harrold showed me the recruits, and they were…ok.

Viserys: Oh, go on.

Rhaenyra: But asking them, I figured out that Crispy was the only one who has actual hand-to-hand combat experience.

Viserys: Ah, good to know you’ve chosen a bodyguard.

Rhaenyra: Btw, about earlier-

Viserys: It’s ok, Rhae-Rhae.

Rhaenyra: I just thought I have some-

Viserys: Aww, you’re still young. You’re still gonna learn.

Rhaenyra: *thoughts* I’m the fucking heir and I’m not allowed to propose a solution? Wtf!

. . . . .

Grand Maester Mellos: *places maggots on a bowl*

Viserys: Wtf is that?

Mellos: It’s for your wound, my king. Maggots will eat dead flesh and stop the rotting.

Viserys, to Mellos and Otto: Btw, you guys, Corly and Couz Rhae talked to me earlier. They proposed for me to marry.

Otto: Really? To whom?

Viserys: To their baby girl, Laena.

Otto: Wtf? Corly’s such a bitch! That shit should be one of the main teas in the small council.

Viserys: Wtf do you think I’m doing right now?

Viserys: So, wtf should I do?

Otto: Laena is still a baby.

Mellos: Well, the Velaryons are still salty when the great council named you heir instead of your cousin, Rhaenys. It would def make things right, btw.

Viserys: I’m worried about what Rhae-Rhae will think.

Mellos: It doesn’t matter, my king. Her mommy’s dead so her daddy has to continue the royal line.

Otto: Uh, I know it’s hard, my own wifey’s death still hurts. But to replace her for duty’s sake? I mean, you may be the king. But I’m so glad I’m not you right now.

. . . . .

Viserys and Laena: *walking through the gardens*

Viserys: *thoughts* This is weird af.

Laena: So, what was it like riding the Aegon’s dragon? You were Balerion’s last rider, right?

Viserys: Just a little while before he died. With Balerion dead, memories of Valyria died with him.

Laena: Isn’t Vhagar still alive? But we don’t know where she is, and she’s too large to be in the dragonpit though.

Viserys and Laena: *awkward silence*

Laena: Btw, my king it’d be nice if we get married. I will give you many babies and strengthen the royal line and the realm.

Viserys: Did your daddy told you to say that?

Laena: *shrugs*

Viserys: What did your mommy tell you?

Laena: That I shouldn’t sleep with you until I’m 14.

Viserys:

. . . . .

Rhaenyra: *watching Viserys and Laena in the gardens*

Rhaenys: It bothers you, right?

Rhaenyra: My daddy is the king. It’s his duty to remarry and strengthen his line.

Rhaenys: Bitch, please, I didn’t ask for a lesson in politics. I asked if it bothers you.

Rhaenyra: Wtf Laena is your baby girl. Does it bother you too?

Rhaenys: Of course, duh! But unlike you, I know how the order of things work.

Rhaenyra: I don’t understand. Are you trying to make me mad because-?

Rhaenys: No, it’s not that. Your daddy will have to remarry sooner or later, either to my baby girl or to someone else. By then his new wifey will have more babies/heirs, and maybe one of those will be a baby boy. And when your daddy dies, and your baby bro gets older, everyone will expect him to be the heir, not you. Because that is how things work.

Rhaenyra: When I become queen, I will create a new order.

Rhaenys: Oh, how I wish, Rhae-Rhae. They had their chance to name a queen, but they didn’t.

Rhaenyra: But they denied you, lol. The queen who never was? But they bent the knee to me.

Rhaenys: Ok, truth time, and I don’t think anyone has balls to tell you this. Men would wreak havoc and destroy the realm, than see a woman sit on the iron throne. And your daddy isn’t an idiot, he knows that.

. . . . .

Viserys: They want me to remarry. They obviously want a new queen.

Alicent: A new queen will calm things down, I guess. Do they have someone in mind?

Viserys: Corly offered his baby girl, Laena. So there’s that.

Alicent: It’s not bad, actually. I’m sure she’s great, and that she will like your company like I do.

Viserys: …

Alicent: *brings out a box* Oh, btw, I brought you something.

Viserys: *opens the box and sees a mended dragon model*

Alicent: I had it fixed for you.

Viserys: *flattered* Omfg thanks, Ali.

Otto: *walks in and ignores the fact that Ali is there* My king, we have a problem so I called the council.

Viserys: Why?

Otto: Uh… I think it’s better if we just talk about it there.

Viserys: Fine.

. . . . .

Dragonkeeper: It happened at midnight, my king.

Viserys: *lowkey angry* How tf did a thief stole a dragon’s egg while 50 of you were there?!

Dragonkeeper: I’m so sorry, my king. But it was your lil’ bro, the Prince Daemon who stole it.

Otto: Your lil’ bro left a letter, explaining why he did shit.

Mellos: *reads the letter* I, Prince Daemon Targaryen, Prince of Dragonstone and Rightful heir to the Iron throne, am getting hitched. My future wife will be called Lady Mysaria of Dragonstone, she’s knocked up and I want a dragon’s egg in the baby’s crib just like everyone in our family.

Mellos: *rolls the letter* Your lil’ bro has also invited you to his wedding, and it’s like, in 2 days.

Lyman: Wtf?

Corlys: Who tf is this Mysaria person?

Otto: Daemon’s sidechick. He’s obviously mocking you, my king.

Lyonel: Yeah, seems like it.

Viserys: Daemon’s just looking for attention.

Corlys: Everyone’s looking at you, my king.

Viserys: Wtf do you want me to do? Send him to the Wall?

Otto: Daemon has taken Dragonstone, took the gold cloaks with him, and now stole a dragon’s egg-

Rhaenyra: Who’s egg is it?

Everyone: Um, what?

Rhaenyra: Which egg did Daemon take?

Dragonkeeper: The one you chose for your lil’ bro Prince Baelon, Princess Rhae-Rhae.

Rhaenyra: *angry* That son of a bitch!

Viserys: *facepalms* That’s it! Otto, assemble an army, I’ll go to Dragonstone and drag Daemon’s ass back here myself.

Otto: My king, it’s too dangerous. I’m sorry, but I won’t allow it. I’ll do it.

Viserys: Alright.

. . . . .

Otto: *gets ready to leave*

Alicent: *helps Otto, lowkey panicking*conceal, don’t feel, don’t let it show

Otto: *notices her panicking and takes her hands* Ali, you’re the most pretty girl in court. Wtf are you doing to yourself?

Alicent: …

Otto: You visiting the king tonight?

Alicent: If that’s what you want, then sure.

Criston: *arrives*

Alicent: Hi, Crispy.

Criston: Hi, Lady Ali. Btw, Lord Otto, I called 20 of your guys and Harrold will also join us.

Alicent: Please watch after my daddy, Crispy.

. . . . .

Otto and company: *arrives at Dragonstone*

Daemon and company: *waiting for them*

Daemon: Ah, welcome to Dragonstone, Otto.

Otto: Your stay is at an end, Daemon. You have to return the dragon’s egg, disband your army, break-up with your sidechick, and gtfo of Dragonstone by order of King Viserys.

Daemon: So, where is the king, hmm? I don’t see him.

Otto: He’s too busy to deal with your bullshit.

Daemon, at Criston: Oh, you look so familiar.

Criston: I’m new to the kingsguard, btw.

Daemon: Oh, yes, sorry. I mean, I’ve seen you before, but I don’t remember you.

Criston: Maybe, you’d remember the time I knocked you off your horse.

Daemon: *laughs* Omfg yes! You’re a bad bitch. Good.

Otto: This is so pathetic, Daemon. Did you really need to do all this just to get you big bro’s attention?

Daemon: I’m just following tradition. Just like my big bro did for his heir.

Otto: Traditions for the trueblood royalty, not for bastards with sidechicks.

Daemon: Wtf Mysaria’s gonna be my wife.

Otto: This is stupid. You’re making your bro look bad on the people.

Daemon: Idgaf what people think.

Otto: And those bitches behind you, huh?

Daemon: Lay off them, Otto. I’m their commander. Nothing you can do about that. I know you’re here for the egg. Come and get it then.

Otto: Omfg you’re crazy. This is like declaring war against your king.

Daemon: I guess it is.

Otto: Really? Even if your sidechick and the fetus inside her die in the process?

Daemon: *pulls his sword* You’re on fucking thin ice, Otto. Don’t you even fucking dare!

Caraxes: *growls* Hi everyone! Thanks for visiting Dragonstone.

Otto: *internally panicking* Oh, shit! I totally forgot about the dragon.

Otto, to his men: Lower your fucking swords.

Daemon: Ha! Pussies.

Syrax: *distant growling*

Everyone: Wtf is that sound?

Syrax: *flys over them* That is how you make an entrance, Rhae-Rhae. With everyone’s eyes on you.

Daemon: *thoughts* Dammit, my niece is hot.

Rhaenyra: *dismounts Syrax and walks towards the men*

Otto, to Rhaenyra: Wtf are you doing here, Rhae-Rhae?

Rhaenyra: Preventing bloodshed.

Otto, to Criston: Crispy, please get the princess out of here.

Rhaenyra, to Otto’s men: Don’t piss off Syrax, or she’ll burned you alive.

Rhaenyra: *walks towards Daemon* Hi Uncle. Btw, you’re in my castle.

Daemon: You’re not legal age yet, Rhae-Rhae.

Rhaenyra: My daddy’s mad at you.

Daemon: Tf does he care? I’m celebrating because I’m getting married.

Rhaenyra: You’re already married. Lol

Daemon: I didn’t wanna marry her. Wtf.

Rhaenyra: But you stole my baby bro’s dragon egg, why?

Daemon: A dragon egg was placed in your crib after you were born. My baby should have one as well.

Rhaenyra: Wait, you’re gonna be a dad? Is that bitch pregnant?

Daemon: Yeah, I mean…one day.

Mysaria: Wtf Daemon that’s not what we rehearsed!

Mysaria: *walks out*

Rhaenyra: Look, if you wanna be heir again, you’ll have to kill me. Just get it over with. I’m so tired of all this drama, honestly.

Otto: *visibly concerned* Omfg if she dies, the king will kill me.

Daemon: *thoughts* Damn, she has balls. I like her.

Daemon: Fuck it! You win.

Daemon: *throws Rhae-Rhae the dragon egg*

Rhaenyra: *victory smile* That’s what I thought.

Rhaenyra, to Otto and company: And that is how you do it, bitches!

. . . . .

Daemon: *slightly pissed and turned on as he walks back into the castle*

Mysaria: *obviously mad*

Daemon: Hey, babe. Sorry about what happened earlier.

Mysaria: I did not expect the fuckery you pulled, Daemon.

Daemon: Don’t worry about that.

Mysaria: You swore to protect me, wtf!

Daemon: This is a safe place. What are you worried about?

Mysaria: Your big bro might want to take this back. He’ll forgive you if you say sorry but what about me? What then?

Daemon: Wtf? Just calm down.

. . . . .

Viserys: I came to you for a 2nd opinion.

Lyonel: Alright, shoot.

Viserys: Ever since my grandpa named me heir over his wifey, Corly has been rolling his eyes at me.

Lyonel: You’re the king, and Corly has a big-head. Big-headed people don’t like looking up.

Viserys: Laena Velaryon, tell me what you think?

Lyonel: Well, she’s Corly’s baby girl, your master of ships, she comes from the richest house in the realm, and she has old Valyrian and Targaryen blood. She’s the perfect candidate. What the problem?

Viserys: She’s like, 12!

Lyonel: She will grow. Everyone does.

Viserys: But I don’t wanna get married again.

Lyonel: You can say that, but it’s your duty. So you have to.

Viserys: What if I reject Corly’s proposal.

Lyonel: Oh, he will be mad, definitely. But things are stirring in the Stepstones. And we need him and his ships if we wanna win.

Viserys: Wtf?

Lyonel: It’s honestly a win-win sitch for all of us.

Harrold: *burst in* My king, Princess Rhae-Rhae has arrived from Dragonstone.

Viserys:

Viserys: Dragonstone? Where tf did she go?

. . . . .

Rhaenyra: Hi daddy!

Viserys: What tf were you thinking?! You’re my only heir, you could’ve been killed!

Rhaenyra: Can I sit first?

Viserys: You went to Dragonstone?

Rhaenyra: And got the egg without bloodshed. Because I don’t think Otto can do that with Uncle Daemon.

Viserys: Yeah, well, you’re not wrong. You’re just like your mommy. I miss her so much and it’s not the same without her.

Rhaenyra: I miss her too.

Viserys: I wish I knew what to say after she died. It’s still a surprise to me that my baby girl is not a baby anymore. And I know that you know what the people are saying they want me to do.

Rhaenyra: I know. You have to remarry.

Viserys: Your mommy is irreplaceable. Just as I much as you’re my heir. But we have to secure the line. I don’t wanna make things weird between us, Rhae-Rhae-

Rhaenyra: Daddy, you’re the king. It is your duty. Mommy would understand, like I do.

. . . . .

Viserys: *takes a deep breath* Alright, let’s do this.

Viserys: Hey, y’all! So I’ve decided to remarry, just like what everyone wants me to do.

Viserys: *looks over at Rhae-Rhae*

Rhaenyra: It’s ok, daddy.

Viserys: I wanna marry…*looks over at Alicent*

Alicent: *panics* Omfg why is he looking at me?

*High Council drum rolls*

Viserys: Lady Alicent Hightower.

Alicent: What?

Otto: *victory smile* Ha! In your face, Corly!

Corlys: Wtf? We are neighbors and my wifey is your cousin! This is ridiculous!

Viserys: Hey, I’m your king. You will fucking accept my decision and deal with it.

Corlys: *walks out* Fuck you and your decision, I’m outta here!

Rhaenyra:

Viserys: Rhae-Rhae?

Rhaenyra: Fuck you, dad! *walks out*

. . . . .

Corlys: The Velaryons and Targaryens go way back since the Old Valyria. But unlike you, we don’t ride dragons. So we rode ships instead. And believe it or not, you and I are more alike than you care to admit.

Daemon: Bitch please, your bro is not a king.

Corlys: I mean, we needed to do something to gain attention because we’re often ignored.

Daemon: Did you really tell me to come here to insult me? Or there’s something else you want?

Corlys: Well, I think you know all the shit happening in the Stepstones, right?

Daemon: Ah, yes, some pirate prince wannabe is feeding sailors to crabs.

Corlys: I’ve been telling your big bro to send my navy to deal with the problem, but it’s like he doesn’t care about it.

Daemon: Viserys doesn’t like war, that’s probably why.

Corlys: This pirate prince wannabe is called the Crabfeeder, and he has powerful bitches supporting him. And your bro not caring had caused him to rise. If those shipping lanes fall, my house will be crippled and I don’t wanna go broke while our king flaunts his riches with fancy parties.

Daemon: Hey, don’t talk about my big bro like that! Only I’m allowed to do that.

Corlys: If you help us, it would also make you look good. We’re not spoonfed things when we asked them, we do shit to earn them.

Daemon: …

Daemon: Fine, I’m in.

#house of the dragon #house of the dragon spoilers #viserys i targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #grand maester mellos #harrold westerling #corlys velaryon #lyonel strong #rhaenys targaryen #laena velaryon #alicent hightower #otto hightower #daemon targeryan #mysaria #crispy coleslaw #criston cole #house targaryen #hotd incorrect quotes

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hotd episode 5 thoughts

rip rhea royce, you seemed cool so even though i knew your death was coming i’m a bit sad about it. at least you got to bully daemon before the end.

loved that we got to see larys strong do a bit of scheming and i am quite excited to see where his character will go.

house velaryon and driftmark seem extremely cool, hope we do end up getting a spin-off about them someday.

corlys i am TRYING to stan you but trying to marry off your daughter at 12 and saying your gay son “will grow out of it” is not great behavior.

i do love that rhaenys and corlys are a total power couple who clearly respect and love each other a lot.

i liked the the scene of rhaenyra and laenor walking on the beach and forming their alliance/friendship very much since i’ve always interpreted them as being friends.

i’m glad we got to see some of the relationship between laenor and joffrey before things went south, they seemed really good together and i do wish they had gotten their life of a king consort and his sworn bodyguard.

of the different rumors surrounding rhaenyra and criston cole’s falling-out i have always thought the one where he suggested they run away together and she turned him down made the most sense so i’m glad they went with that one.

i also appreciated that his bitterness towards her is not just “criston’s crush doesn’t like him as much as he likes her” but also his sense of ruined honor.

i Do Not Trust grand maester mellos, something is up with that man. please stop with the leeches i swear to god.

the velaryons entering the wedding was ICONIC, they are legends, they are the moment, i love them.

it was nice seeing seasmoke and meleys but where! is! vhagar!

lyonel strong remains the only person on this show with common sense.

daemon showing up to rhaenyra’s wedding feast despite being in exile was legendary, i expected no less.

also rhaenyra being mean to him when they were dancing and throwing his words back at him was excellent.

alicent entering the feast in her green dress and calling rhaenyra “stepdaughter” was such a power move i literally cannot wait for her villain era.

that wedding was So Fucking Stressful even though i knew going in roughly what was going to happen i was on the edge of my seat.

oh joffrey, if only you were not so good at sussing out who is sleeping together and criston could be normal about his break-up things might have had a much happier ending :(

was hoping we would get more than the few harwin strong crumbs that we did buuuut it seems like he’ll be important in episode 6.

i’m going to miss milly alcock and emily carey but i cannot WAIT to see emma d’arcy and olivia cooke, they are going to absolutely kill it

#phew that was a lot of thoughts turns out i have many of them #pie says stuff #pie watches hotd #hotd #hotd spoilers #house of the dragon #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #laenor velaryon #alicent hightower #joffrey lonmouth #criston cole #corlys velaryon #rhaenys targaryen #harwin strong #rhea royce #larys strong #that is. a lot of characters. why did i tag them all #anyway! love that westerosi cannot be fucking normal about weddings #it provides me with much stress and entertainment

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Se Zaldrizoti’ Prumia - Chapter 1: A Platter of Grapes (Daemon Targaryen x Tyrell!Reader)

Chapter 1: A Platter of Grapes 

The Red Keep is graced by an old, familiar presence. 

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Warnings: Extremely, and I mean extreme slow burn lol, Daemon and Y/N both being little shits who cannot stand each other, I have a blood feud with the HOTD costuming department for Rhaenyra and thus I go into extreme (probably historical inaccurate) detail about the clothes of the characters, Rhaenicent hints so faint that if you blink you’d miss it 

Word Count: 3.3k words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire and Blood characters, save for Y/N Tyrell, although I did expand on their characterisation, which might deviate from canon. All credit for the characters goes to George RR Martin and the showrunners of HOTD. The GIF above is also not mine, original credit to the creator is stated above. Go check them out! 

A/N: A special thanks to all those who have reblogged my ‘Se Zaldrizoti’ Prumia’ related posts 💗 your support is truly appreciated and has been the source of my smiles over the past few days 

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105 years after Aegon’s Conquest

Queen Aemma’s chambers was a busy hive of activity, as usual. The queen’s serving girls, ladies-in-waiting, and Grand Maester Mellos went in and out of the Queen’s apartments in a constant rotation, fussing over the heavily pregnant Aemma’s every need or discomfort. Aemma herself was exhausted at the constant fussing and prodding, but Viserys was deeply concerned about the babe in Aemma’s womb - which he insisted with vehement conviction was a son, and therefore must be treated with the utmost level of care, and after five failed attempts at producing an heir, Aemma had learnt over the years that to be overcautious was not necessarily a bad thing. 

Aemma sat sprawled on her lounge, occasionally grimacing when a sharp ache rippled through her body should she choose to adjust herself. Clad in a simple white linen shift and an intricately embroidered rose pink robe of Myrish silk and lace, she felt beads of sweat beginning to form at her temples once more. Her pregnancy had cursed her to endure bout after bout of severe sweating, despite the fact that it was nigh autumn and the ladies of the court had taken to long sleeves and wrapping shawls around their shoulders. Closing her eyes and dabbing at her forehead wearily, she sincerely hoped that the babe in her belly would be the boy Viserys had so longed for, if it meant that she would stop being plagued with the labours of pregnancy.

Her tired expression fell in an instant, replaced by a radiant smile as a woman dressed in a light green linen gown with long bell sleeves walked into her view, nodding politely to the exiting Grand Maester. “You finally came back,” Aemma joked lightly, watching the woman take a seat on the cushioned stool next to Aemma’s recliner. “I was afraid you got sidetracked and forgot about my grapes.” 

The woman’s (Y/E/C) eyes flickered with amusement. “I could never dare forget about you, my queen. You would have me beheaded and my head placed on a spike if I did.” Aemma let out a laugh as she reached over to pluck a grape from the bowl in Y/N’s hands. Y/N shook her head at the queen’s lack of dining decorum, but offered up the much awaited platter of grapes to Aemma’s eager hands regardless. “And pray tell, what shall I do if I had executed my favourite and most competent lady-in-waiting, hmm?” Aemma jested, shoving three grapes into her mouth. It was definitely not something a queen should be doing, but Y/N had been Aemma’s lady-in-waiting for nearly two years, and her friend for far longer. Decorum was not a concept that existed between the two of them. 

“You flatter me, Your Grace. And slow down, the grapes will not fly away.” I chided gently, as Aemma continued shoving three grapes at a time into her mouth. “The grapes won’t, although I’m afraid Rhaenyra will. Didn’t she say she would come to see me at first light? It’s nearly midday.” Just then, like clockwork, a commotion could be heard near the entrance to the Queen’s apartments. Princess Rhaenyra and Lady Alicent Hightower’s voice could be heard laughing together among the subservient voices of the servants greeting the two of them. “Speak ill of the Stranger,” I laughed, as Rhaenyra and Alicent appeared in view, smiling with their arms linked. 

Rhaenyra was wearing a silk gown of soft gold, with butterfly sleeves. The bodice had a ribbed triangular corset that was cinched at the waist, and the skirt parted at the middle to reveal a layer of dark crimson brocade, with faint scrollwork detailing in tiny golden threads. A similarly coloured velvet shawl patterned with gold-threaded dragons was draped over her shoulders, to protect her from the chill. Meanwhile Alicent was clad in a gown of light blue worsted yarn, with bell sleeves going to just above her wrists. A thin layer of cream muslin peeked out of her sleeves and ruffles of the same material covered her collarbones modestly. Blue roses were sewn around her waistline, and olive leaves were embroidered around the neckline of her dress. I suppressed a smile when I noticed a garden violet tucked between Alicent’s reddish brown locks, and a similar one nestled in the princess’ white-blonde tresses. 

Rhaenyra immediately went over to Aemma, Alicent staying a respectful distance away. “Your Grace,” Alicent smiled and curtsied politely to Aemma, and Aemma greeted her warmly, “Good morrow, Lady Alicent.” “Mother, Y/N”, Rhaenyra crouched down next to Aemma, holding out a hand to stop me when I stood up to offer her my seat. 

Rhaenyra wrinkled her nose when she noticed her mother clad in such thin clothes, and started detangling her shawl from her shoulders, but Aemma only shook her head with an affectionate smile and stilled Rhaenyra’s motions by cupping her cheek with one hand. “It has been quite long since first light, has it not? You have forgotten about your poor royal mother, Rhaenyra.” 

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes, though her voice was tender. “Forgive me, Mother. But the weather was far too lovely for me not to take Syrax out for a flight. She has been growing lazy as of late.” Aemma snorted softly, adjusting a braid that had loosened from Rhaenyra’s hairdo. “Now that explains the dragon stench overwhelming my apartments then. You are lucky that Y/N was kind enough to accompany me during your absence.” “Is it not my duty, my Queen?” I teased, “Unless you find my company repulsive, of course.” Aemma pursed her lips thoughtfully, although her eyes were filled with mischief as she said, “Your company is delightful as always, although the waiting time for my food to be brought up is quite outrageous.” “Then I shall pray to the Seven that they might bestow on me the power of flight to serve you better, your Grace.”

“Seven hells!” Rhaenyra cursed, fumbling in her pockets. “Rhaenyra! Language,” Aemma scolded. “What is it?” I asked, concerned. Rhaenyra groaned in frustration, “I had a present for Mother, but I must have dropped it in the throne room when I was showing it to father yesterday.” “How careless,” Aemma chided, although her tone was soft as Rhaenyra bit her lip and hung her head slightly. She must’ve really wanted to give the present to Aemma. 

“Why don’t I go retrieve it?” I offered, standing up and smoothing my dress. “The kitchens are but a stone’s throw away from the throne room, and I am certain Your Grace’s appetite for grapes has not yet been sated.” 

Rhaenyra’s eyes shone with gratitude, “Yes please! Thank you, Y/N.” “Tis nothing, princess. What does it look like?” “It’s a necklace, with a ruby falcon pendant, ” Rhaenyra described, “I got it to remind Mother of home.” “Oh Rhaenyra,” Aemma murmured softly, a soft look of love flooding her face. Rhaenyra held her hand tightly, “There was a sapphire one, but I thought the ruby one would be fitting. For both your Arryn and Targaryen roots.” Aemma squeezed her daughter’s hand, “I will cherish it fiercely forever, as I do with all your gifts.” My face took on a wistful expression as I watched mother and daughter interact and I spoke softly, “Worry not, princess, I will find it and bring it here.” 

I retreated out of the room, returning Alicent’s smile with one of my own as I passed her on my way out of the room, but not before Aemma called out to me, “Make sure you make haste! Your queen desires for more grapes!” “Of course, my Queen!” I called back, grinning. 

The throne room was blissfully unguarded, which signified the absence of the King, and by extension, any nosy courtiers who might frown upon me fumbling around the throne room like a sneaking rat. ‘Perfect, no need for awkward pleasantries then.’ I opened the double doors leading to the throne room, shutting the doors with a heavy thunk. My eyes took a while to adjust to the gloom of the throne room, but I nearly let out a shriek when I saw a shadowy figure sitting on the throne room. Was that the king? And if so, why in the Seven Hells was he sitting in a darkened throne room? 

“Byka zaldrīzes,” an all too familiar voice called out. My heart thumped furiously in my chest as my mouth dropped open in disbelief.

No. No way. He was somewhere floating around in Lys, if court gossip was to be believed. It couldn’t be him. 

“Won’t you come closer? It’s only been 8 years since we last saw each other. Surely you haven’t forgotten me.” 

Daemon Targaryen. Second son of Prince Baelon and Princess Alyssa, younger brother of king Viserys, and the most annoying royal pain in my ass. 

His petulance and near unnatural ability to be able to get on every single nerve in my body had caused me to become a devoted practitioner of self-restraint, given how badly I longed to throttle him or slit his throat with a dagger whenever he was near me. But much to my consternation, societal propriety rendered me unable to challenge him in a duel or even brawl with him, like most boys would do to sort out their differences. But even so, it was not in my nature to silently endure the countless pranks and jests he tormented me with, and thus I often paid him back tenfold for every misdeed he committed against me. My mother was chagrined, while Prince Baelon and Viserys merely laughed and observed our antics with much amusement, along with the rest of the court. 

My lips twisted in a frown, and my heart still beating fast from the initial shock, I walked closer to the Iron Throne. “As much as I’d like to, your memory still leaves an unwanted stain in my mind.” The figure sitting languidly on the throne leaned forward as I approached, making me finally catch a glimpse of the boy whom I used to detest with every fibre of my being. Although he certainly bore no resemblance to the annoying brat I detested. 

Gone was the lankier frame of his youth. In his stead, it was a man, of tall stature and strong muscular frame, honed by years of intense sword training and puberty. His hair had lengthened considerably since the last time I saw it, and my lips twitched in amusement as I remembered how I had once cut it off when we were children as retribution for him dousing me with a bucket of Arbor Gold while he and I were sneaking around the Red keep late at night, him claiming that he had something interesting to show me. I treasured the memory of that deliciously girlish scream he let out when he realised I had dared cut his precious white-blonde locks. His face had lost its roundness over the years as well, becoming lean and chiselled, lending a harsher quality to his expression, but it only seemed to accentuate his daring and dangerous beauty, or at least, if you listened to the giggles of the twittering ladies of court. His eyes, still filled with that same mischievous glint, watched me as I stood in front of the throne, raking over me shamelessly. I rolled my eyes at that, at least some things never changed. 

“Ah, but you remember me nonetheless.” 

“The emphasis was on the word ‘unwanted’, your Grace.” 

He laughed, leaning back against the throne leisurely as he stared at Y/N. ‘It was a sheer marvel his body was not littered with a thousand cuts by now,’ Y/N thought, a scowl on her face. 

“I see the years have finally taught you some manners. I couldn’t remember the last time you addressed me formally. You always had some rather…colourful turn of phrases up your sleeves, however. Maybe the years of looking for a prospective marriage match have taught you some decorum.” 

I narrowed my eyes at him, the vein in my neck beginning to tick in annoyance, as it always did around him. “You know they say, people age slower when they get married. You are living proof that the saying is false.” He let out a throaty laugh, crossing his legs as his voice took on a mocking tone. “I see your lack of marriage prospects have turned you from sour to bitter, byka zaldrizes.” 

I bristled, “Stop calling me that. Why are you here?” “I heard there was a tournament being held in my honour. I should be in attendance since all this heraldry was made on my account, should I not?” “The tournament is for the King’s heir.” Daemon learned forward again, his tone edged with menace, and defiance. “Precisely as I said.” 

I shook my head, duly unimpressed. “There is no need for you to be sitting on the Iron Throne though. Tis not your place.” Daemon scoffed, “And who are you to command me? I am a Targaryen prince, I sit where I please.” “The King would disagree with that if he were here.” I fired back. 

Suddenly, I remembered I was here on an errand, not for idle chat, so in a huff of frustration, I turned away from the offending prince and began to search the halls for a glint of red anywhere. “Running away, byka zaldrīzes?” I gritted my teeth, resisting the urge to punch him in his smug face. Calm down, Y/N, you already did that once, and by the Seven Hells, the consequences were absolutely not worth it. “Unfortunately, I am here on an errand, not for childish bickering, your Grace.” I heard a faint sound of footsteps behind me, but I ignored them as I continued to pace around the vast empty room. No sign of any necklace at all. I groaned internally. Perhaps I should’ve asked Rhaenyra for more instructions before taking on the task. 

“Could the errand be this?” I whirled around, finding the Prince in far too close a proximity for my liking, a smirk on his lips and a necklace with a ruby falcon dangling from his raised right hand. My eyes widened, chest sagging in relief as I beheld the necklace. “Yes. Oh thank the Seven,” I reached out to grab the necklace, but Daemon only snatched it back. I let out a strangled noise of frustration, “Hey!” 

Daemon leaned in closer, pressing me against a pillar uncomfortably. “Thank the Seven? I think that they shouldn’t be the one you’re directing your thanks to,” he murmured softly. Goosebumps broke out on my skin, as I glared into his eyes. His infuriatingly, inhumanely beautiful purple eyes. Damn him. “Back up.” I hissed. Daemon seemed to take it as an invitation to lean in closer, his face was mere centimetres from mine now. My breathing became more uneven, feeling a mix of frustration and another strange feeling I couldn't place. “Are you going to punch me again if I don’t?” he whispered softly, his eyes sparkling with deviousness and mischief. “Yes,” I hissed. 

“However, if you take a step back, I might find it in me to thank you for your nosiness in picking up things that do not belong to you.” “Yet if it were not for me, you might have needed to scour the whole of King’s Landing to find this little trinket.” He withdrew from me with a smirk, and I huffed, glaring at him. “Well? I’m impatiently awaiting your gratitude, byka zaldrizes.” Gritting my teeth, I finally bit out, “Thank you, Your Grace. Will you please return me the necklace now? The princess is in need of it.” 

A rough laugh escaped him. “Now that’s more like it. You’re very welcome, my lady.” He dropped the necklace into my waiting hand, eyes watching me as I clasped the falcon pendant in my hand and internally praised the Seven for being able to find it, although through an unconventional method. “You changed a lot, you know,” he said, his eyes still studying my face. “That’s to be expected. It’s been 8 years. You have changed too.” “You’re quieter,” he observed. “Well, I can hardly scream at you now that we’re both adults, can I? I have a reputation to maintain.” 

The prince scoffed at that, “Reputation. Lady Primrose always stressed about that. I didn’t think you’d take her lessons to heart.” “She was my mother, Your Grace. And she is correct about the importance of reputation, especially as I am chief lady-in-waiting to the queen now.” I chided him. He chuckled darkly, “The topic of reputation is not one I much care for. You should know that better than anyone, my lady.” I raised my eyebrows, “Is that why you came back to court without Lady Royce then?” Daemon rolled his eyes, “That boring cunt is the least of my worries. Court is already dreadfully dull. Should I need to suffer in her presence for any longer, I might just mount my own head on a spike.” “I always thought you a warrior, but it seems you are a coward in the face of marriage.” I mocked. I could see Daemon’s face scrunch up with anger at my claim, and I smirked, relishing in how he still had the same sore spots he did when we were children. Classic Daemon. 

Daemon felt fury bubble up in him, like a kettle dangerously close to boiling point. Seeing her smirk however, made him forgo his initial angry outburst and settle for a sharper, more hurtful one. “Bold words for someone who keeps rejecting marriage proposals. If there’s anyone who is a coward, I would say it’s you, my lady.” The vein in my neck was probably protruding to the high heavens by now. I longed to yell at him, like I always did back in my girlhood, but I couldn’t, because he was right. Yelling would only prove his point and allow him the pleasure of gloating. I was not about to rise up to his bait. Turning away from him, I walked out of the hall briskly. “It was a pleasure seeing you, your Grace, but I’m afraid I must be off. I hope we never have the misfortune to cross paths again.” 

My hand was on the brass door handle when I heard him call my name once more. “Y/N?” Rolling my eyes, I kept my back turned away from him. “Yes, your Grace?” 

“I was sorry to hear about Lady Primrose’s passing.” I stiffened at his unexpected condolences. I hadn’t thought about my mother in a very long time. “She was as much of a mother to me as she was to you” I tilted my head downward, closing my eyes for a brief moment. “It has been 7 years since she passed. There is no need to offer your condolences…but I appreciate it nonetheless.” 

Daemon heard the doors to the throne room slam shut. His eyes still cast on the door Y/N had just left from, he tilted his head slightly. A soft chuckle resonated through the throne room. ‘Same old Y/N’, he thought to himself, a smile curling at his lips, ‘but…different somehow.’ Oddly enough, he felt his heart twinge for some reason at her sudden departure. He had not realised how silent these past 8 years have been, not until today.

Queen Aemma was delighted with her daughter’s present, although a bit put out that her lady-in-waiting had arrived back at her chambers with no grapes in sight. But observing the mildly murderous glint in Y/N’s eyes, Aemma wisely kept her mouth shut. She wondered what had happened to make Y/N so annoyed, but then she let slip an amused chuckle as realisation dawned on her. 

Daemon.

translation: byka zaldrīzes: little dragon

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