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thecountesstribe · 1 month

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I got a few things to say and this might be a long rant. Spoilers below and please understand that I'm following the show's timeline not the book. There are also some book spoilers as well.

Aemond Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen, Alicent Hightower, Otto Hightower, Aegon II Targaryen you'll all pay for your crimes!

PSA for all the people that need to hear this, AEMOND TARGARYEN INTENDED TO KILL LUCERYS VELARYON. I REPEAT, AEMOND TARGARYEN INTENDED TO KILL LUCERYS VELARYON. If you think otherwise I need whatever alcohol you're having. He was directly responsible for getting Lucerys killed. He was chasing and antagonizing an inexperienced rider and dragon, on an old war dragon (who apparently likes standing on business) during a storm no less, what did he think was going to happen? “BuT VHaGar" nothing! Yeah that old ass lizard wasn't listening but Arrax in a scared attempt was trying to protect himself and Luke. He stole Vhagar when they were younger, claimed it, got jumped (which was the funniest shit though), beat up his cousins in that same fight and was about to bash in the head of the next heir in line to the throne when his feral little brother cut out his eye. Which he himself said was a fair price so there was no reason to be harbouring that animosity towards his nephew and allowing him to live rent free in his mind. He won in the end; the fight when they were children and the oldest, largest dragon. Aemond is one of the few people directly responsible for the suffering of our sweet girl Helaena and her children. You'll pay for your crimes!! I'm not going to say he kick started the dance he just fast tracked it.

DAEMON TARGARYEN IS AN ABSOLUTE VILE PIECE OF SHIT! Look if you read the books and watched the show you'll know that this man isn't a ray of sunshine or a breath of fresh air, I'm sticking to the show timeline, he's an absolute ass. Good father and semi decent husband aside (the bar and standard for both those claims are in the 1000th level of purgatory btw) he's a vile piece of shit. Sure it's just Daemon doing demon Daemon things anyway but BLOOD AND CHEESE? BLOOD AND FUCKIN CHEESE?!!! And the one that has to suffer for it is Helaena and those babies? Go after Aemond and euthanize him, not after Helaena and her kids. He's trash. He knew they didn't deserve that.

Alicent Hightower is a bitter hating ass bitch. I'm not sorry. Otto raising her aside, she needs to pay for her crimes. Alicent knew good and damn well that Viserys didn't want Aegon on the throne. So what did she do? Help her father usurp the throne. It was a fickle reason for her usurping the throne too. Realistically speaking that wasn't to protect her children. She just hated Rhaenyra and couldn't stand the fact that she was to be crowned. Not accepting the marriage proposal between Jace and Helaena because she was bitter was dumb as hell too. Putting her disappointment of a son on that throne, who is also a rapist was/is bound to end in shambles. She's also directly responsible for Helaena suffering as well. Marrying that poor girl to him even if it would've made her his queen.

Otto Hightower is a bum. He's a manipulative piece of shit and he deserves the absolute worst. Why would he do that to Alicent? She got stuck with the asshole for a dad and he suffered his daughter which in turn suffered his granddaughter and her children. For all his cunning and brains he didn't have the merit to do it on his own. So he unwillingly involved his daughter to put a green on the throne and they chose the worst of the worst green too. He orchestrated their own downfall. He'll pay.

I don't even want to give that bum a spare thought but AEGON II TARGARYEN IS FILTH. There isn't anymore to say. He wasn't a good husband, certainly not the father of the year, he isn't a good king and he's also a rapist. He knew he wasn't supposed to be on that throne. He said it himself. Instead of growing a backbone and standing up to his mother and her entourage, he decided to play a major role in usurping Rhaenyra's birthright. Which was reaffirmed again and again and again. He's responsible for his suffering and the suffering of Helaena and his children, the ones he claimed and all his other illegitimate ones. Rhaenys should've ended it at his false coronation. He needs to pay.

All in all, Helaena doesn't deserve anything that's going to happen to her and her children. Jace, Lucerys, Rhaena, Baela, Joffrey, Aegon III and Viserys II didn't deserve to get wrapped up in it as well. They were kids. If Alicent wasn't hating so hard and had raised those boys with a shred of decency we could've seen one of the best eras to come out of a Targaryen dynasty and I'm not talking about if Jace did indeed marry Helaena (wouldn't necessarily have been possible either cause book spoiler, Jace and lucerys were already betrothed to the Targaryen twins since they were kids), I'm just talking about all the kids getting along and being friends. I want a slice of life hotd now 😭

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two-white-butterflies · 11 months

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the smallest coffins are the heaviest | d. targaryen

Description: Your husband comforts you after a miscarriage. Rating: 18+ [miscarriage, angst]

As the scion of two noble houses - the thought of responsibility wasn't foreign to you. A dutiful wife must give her husband sons. A dutiful lady must maintain her lord's love.

And you feared that his love wasn't yours anymore.

"We'll name the babe after Aegon the Conqueror," his lips settle into a smile, rubbing comforting circles on your swollen stomach. "He will accomplish great feats - as he will learn from you," you smiled in return, completely forgetting about the outside world.

"You flatter me, my wife." he hummed, burying his head in your hair - inhaling the familiar scent of jasmine oil. "I say the truth, husband." you teased, placing both of your hands on your belly.

Since the start of your pregnancy - he was certain that it would be a son, a child that could lengthen his claim.

You haven't spoken to him since the announcement of your miscarriage. He's ventured off to the shores, allowing his barefoot to kiss the sand - all the while you were in agonizing pain.

There was a gaping hole on your chest - throbbing, and writhing in agony. Aegon was taken by the gods.

"You must eat, sodjisto." Young Rhaenyra takes a cautious step towards you, holding a tray of dinner.

"I am not in the mood, ñuha riña." you reply - voice still hoarse from the hours of crying.

Daemon will abandon you - he'll think that you're infertile, and that your womb is incapable of siring strong dragons.

"You must be strong, it is what Aegon would've wanted." she explained in a short whisper. You married her uncle before she was brought into existence - you are all she's ever known - since the loss of Aemma, you were her mother.

"Aegon iksis morghe," you replied in a tone that was too bitter on your tongue. The loss of a child was greater than any pain that you've ever felt - it was like stabbing yourself repeatedly then taking a cold bath. It was like stepping on hot rocks then laying on a mountain of snow. It was painful - in an unconventional way.

"- but he lives in our hearts." Rhaenyra mumbled, sitting on the bed - and placing the tray of food in front of you.

"He lives in our records - and in the changes he has made in your body." the girl continued, and you turned to face her - a bitter but appreciative smile was on your face.

"I pray you never feel this pain, Rhaenyra." you sigh, and she helps you sit properly. You take a deep breath - slowly reaching for the goblet of water beside you.

"Where is your kepus?" you inquire.

Was he handling it better than you?

or has he gone back to his old ways?

"I don't know." she answered truthfully.

Daemon stumbles into your chambers late at night.

The smell of ale flowed through the air waking you from your slumber. "Daemon," you breathe - thankful that he returned for the night. "Skoriot sia ao?" you question, rising slowly from the mattress.

He stumbles beside you - finding the right words to answer your question. Where was he?

He was dead - just floating through the air.

"Skoro syt issi ao kesīr?" you interrogate - fear entering your lungs as he returns back to his hermit state. "Am I not allowed to visit my wife?" he answered bitterly, laying beside you.

The familiar scent of salt water entered your lungs.

The scent felt like home - Dragonstone, where Aegon was created.

"I am in pain, Daemon." you confess, knowing that there was a sheet underneath you - collecting the blood that was still leaking out of your body. "I'm sorry," he breathed - feeling the tears flow out of his eyes. It was the first time he's ever cried.

"I should've paid more attention," he apologized - solely blaming himself for what happened. "It is my fault valzȳrys. I was the one that carried him." you stuttered - feeling the air exit your lungs.

"I should've done something - I should've taken greater care of myself." you took deep breaths.

His hands reach to wrap around you.

He wasn't letting you blame yourself.

"There was nothing you could've done to prevent it," he answered cryptically, not prepared to inform you about the moon tea that his enemies slipped inside you drink. "Avy jorrāelan," he added - pressing a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Do not blame yourself."

sodjisto = aunt kepus = uncle ñuha riña = my girl iksis morghe = is dead skoriot sia ao = where were you skoro syt issi ao kesīr = why are you here valzȳrys = husband avy jorrāelan = i love you

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mhsdatgo · 1 month

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Alicent crowing aegon exposing her children to more risk than just letting rhaenyra became queen. Rhaenyra wanted that throne, there is no way she would have accepted those "terms", and alicent is 100% aware of this in the book and in the show as well. By crowning aegon she start a war and put her children DIRECTLY on the battlefield against people who were more experienced in war like daemon or ride dragon longer like rhaenyra and rhaenys amd consequently may control their dragon better. If you didn't want to consider a crash between two or more dragons, even if they were on a dragon against an army the danger is very high, look at rhaenys the conqueror or aemon the first son of jaehaerys, they were on dragon's back and yet both of them were killed by arrow. Not to mention that both in the book and in the show alicent spend years creating animosity with rhaenyra, If you TRULY believe that someone may hurt your children you do everything you can to maintain at least a civil relationship, and not constantly provoke them and then cry about how your children may be hurt by your stupidity. Because that what alicent has done in the book starting hating rhaenyra, pray viserys to name Aegon as heir and constantly share gossip to damage rhaenyra's image (with a 10 years old girl, meanwhile Alicent was a GROWN woman), and in the show the situation is not different. The truth is that alicent’s action were based on her own ambitious in the book and on her resentment to rhaenyra in the show, but NEVER in the interest of her children. In fact aegon never wanted to be king, he was forced by her and has to endure all the consequences while watching all of his family die

Ladies and gentlemen, here we have someone who quite literally didn't get a single thing about Fire and Blood.

See, anons like these are what makes my blood boil at the writers of HotD for making Rhaenyra appear like a saint which not only made most of the decisions she'll take from this moment onward out of (show) character (as far as character building and development goes) but also fucking boring.

I'm always one to listen to different points of view and interpretations of books as complicated as these, but something that has always bugged me is the way this fandom CANNOT DIGEST the type of tragedy that is just inevitable.

It was never about picking sides, it was never about sexism, it was always about kin torn apart by kin and their own flaws dragging them down. There was no way to ever avoid that and I cannot have a proper discussion about F&B with anyone who doesn't understand this first.

Moreover, just what do you think Alicent should've done? Shut up, be quiet, sit still and look pretty while Daemon's spies turned her children into bloody shreds? Allow them to be assassinated because of the threat they pose to Rhaenyra's claim? Does everything revolve around her? Is she some kind of Twilight Sparkle?

Let me tell you this: no woman would willingly step back and leave their children to their own devices when their own lives pose a threat to someone else's interests.

I have respect for Rhaenyra and her will to fight for what she believed was her birthright (although let's be honest, it was a feeling born out of nothing but the entitlement of a spoiled brat, it turned into a war of parents after one of each faction's children was killed) but I also have so much more respect for Alicent and her courage to bare teeth and claws and plan a coup to be allowed the upper hand and more possibilities of looking after her children if one of them is ruling. It's not "stupidity" it's awareness. And acting according to it.

It's true that Alicent has her own ambitions, but to say that they started growing in her when she was nothing but an 18 year old girl marrying a 30 year old man... Do you hear yourself? That's a girl getting graduated from high school. Oh shiver me timbers, we're scared of young adults here.

Everyone likes and loves and adores to talk about the way ALICENT was having beef with Rhaenyra as a 10 year old but nevermind Rhaenyra placing a bounty on two toddlers and one of them getting ripped apart because of it. Nevermind her refusing that bastard Corlys' advice to take Daeron as a hostage and demanding that he be killed instead. (Because this bitch was the #1 threat to her rule, but y'all aren't ready for that conversation)

She never "prayed" for Aegon to be named as heir, what she DID pray for was for him and Rhaenyra to be betrothed to one another. I hate Rhaegon personally, (no hate to any Rhaegon stan that reads this ♥️) but honestly this is the only marriage that could've MAYBE prevented the Dance. It started because there were two claimants to the throne. Just marry them to each other and the issue was solved. Both of them get crowned, no Dance, peace.

But noooooo, Viserys, the incompetent twat, as always had to act like an incompetent twat and be like "lol but they don't get along". IT WAS HIM WHO DOOMED HIS CHILDREN, EACH AND EVERY ONE OF HIS SONS AND DAUGHTERS. ALL. OF. THEM.

Everyone else acted as a consequence to the cluterfuck that the sick old man created. Namely, chaos. What else did you expect?

#hotd #house of the dragon #pro alicent hightower #pro team green #anti rhaenyra stans #anti team black #anti viserys i targaryen

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bronzefuryfic · 9 months

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Bronze Fury

When the only child of Daemon Targaryen and Rhea Royce is brought to King's Landing to meet with the rest of her family, she finds herself caught in a crisis of succession. The Greens battle for her support... and her affections.

Chapter Eight: Bastards and Betrothals / Previous Chapter / Directory

Trouble brews in the training yard when King Viserys comes to watch the princes' practice, Rhea confronts Aegon over his bullying behavior, and Queen Alicent makes a proposal.

The training yard was alive with activity when Rhae returned later that afternoon. The clash of steel and clack of wood filled the air, creating a cacophony that left Rhae longing for the stillness of the morning. She made her way to the archery range, lamenting the loss of what was shaping to be a good day.

Aemond had hardly said a word since he'd returned from the Dragonpit. He'd excused himself at the earliest opportunity, vanishing not a moment after Queen Alicent had departed to discuss the matter with the King. Rhae found her eyes wandering to him as she practiced, hoping to see a smile slip through. But not even training seemed to lift Aemond's spirits—he looked just as sullen as the moment he revealed the other princes' prank.

Rhae's mind was still cloudy with anger as she practiced. She had nearly emptied her quiver, but every shot thus far strayed downward, embedded in the bottom-most rings of her target.

Rhae drew back her bowstring, breathing deeply as she tried to calm her mind. She held the weight of the pull with relative ease, feeling the feather of her arrow tickle the corner of her mouth. This should've been the hard part, but her right arm was more than back to its former strength—the muscle had near doubled through her combined training with a sword.

But ever persistent, the skin of her left side felt as taut as her bow, dragging her aim lower.

"C'mon..." she whispered to herself, fighting it.

Thwump!

"Damn it!"

No one paid her mind. She knew the other knights and guards thought her training was mere folly, and she was far from earning their favor while her aim was so poor.

Rhae notched another arrow, inhaling. It did not matter what the others thought. Rhae could not stop their japes and name-calling, but she wouldn't let them stop her either. If only she could convince Aemond of the same. She drew her shoulder blades together, grimacing in pain.

Thwump!

This time, the arrow lodged just above the center-most circle. Much better, Rhae thought, letting her injured arm hang loosely at her side. Quiver now empty, Rhae went to retrieve those lodged in the target.

She took her time collecting the arrows, turning her attention to the practicing princes nearby. Jacaerys and Lucerys swung their swords sloppily, but their instructor's focus was elsewhere.

"Soften your knees," Ser Criston was saying to Aemond. On any regular day, Aemond would be the last to require individual attention, but even from afar, Rhae could see he was not performing to his typical standard. "Hands light, feet heavy."

The same could not be said for Aegon. The eldest had always been good—as Helaena put it, naturally so. Most often, his indolent nature was at odds with his talent. But not now. He attacked his training dummy with intensity—more than Rhae had ever seen from him.

After a flurry of high blows, he caught sight of Rhae watching. Aegon grinned. Rhae scowled.

His expression gave way to that of confusion, and Rhae's anger deepened. She had not had the chance to speak with him since she'd learned of the incident with the Pink Dread. Was he really so stupid to think she wouldn't learn of this latest prank? Or merely naïve enough to think she wouldn't care?

But Rhae would have to bide her time a little longer. She did not dare make a scene in front of the whole yard... not to mention the King, sat above them from one of the castle's balconies, watching their progress as he promised. He drank deeply from a flask, speaking jovially with his Hand, Lyonel Strong.

"Aegon!" Ser Criston called, recapturing the prince's attention. He gave one last inquisitive look in Rhae's direction before approaching the knight.

"I've won my first bout, Ser Criston." Rhae could hear Aegon say. "My opponent sues for mercy."

Rhae rolled her eyes as she continued to pluck her arrows from the target. So pretentious...

"You'll have a new opponent then, my Lord of the Straw," Ser Criston said, causing snickers through the yard. Aegon seemed unbothered by the remark. "Let's see if you can touch me. You and your brother."

Rhae shouldered her now full quiver, pacing back to her original place as Aegon and Aemond readied against Ser Criston. She notched another arrow, no longer bothering to watch the boys play at battle. Ser Criston would beat this pairing just as handily as he'd beaten Rhae and Aemond that morning, she was certain.

She loosed another dozen arrows, concentrating on the ache that grew in her back as she forced her injured arm upward. Pain is good , she reminded herself, notching an arrow and peering down its shaft. Rhae counted seven of her arrows, still stuck low on the target—she'd overcompensated on two others, which mirrored the first seven's placement on the top of the outermost ring. The final three dotted the middle, but none quite reached the center.

Rhae focused on her breath. In... out... She allowed the noises of the yard to swirl together, creating an indistinguishable buzz in her ear. She realized it wasn't just her injured shoulder that felt tight, but both. Had she been hunching this whole time? She loosened her stance, relaxing her grip. Even the strongest bow needed to be unstrung, allowed to rest, or else it would snap. Ser Gerold had told her that. But when she heard the words in her head, Rhae imagined it was her mother saying them. The voice sounded a lot like Alicent's.

...

Thwump!

"Yes!" Rhae stamped her foot excitedly, looking around the yard towards Aemond, Aegon, and Ser Criston, but none were looking her way. There was no one to share the moment with, but it did not matter. Her aim was true—the arrow had found its mark. Dead center.

But the moment of celebration passed quickly. Rhae noticed many guards had stopped their practice, watching the princes with growing interest. Had she missed something? She turned her attention there, too.

"Eldest son against eldest son," Ser Criston was saying, dragging Jacaerys by his armor to the open space used for sparring. Ser Harwin Strong stood nearby, watching with a look of disapproval.

"It's hardly a fair match."

Rhae had to agree, watching in concern as Aegon stepped up. He clapped Jacaerys on the shoulder as he passed, grinning widely. The fight would not be a balanced one, but at least Jace may learn something from it. It may be a tough lesson, but even those were better than nothing. Ser Criston echoed her thoughts.

"I know you have never seen a true battle, ser, but when steel is drawn, a fair match isn't something anyone should expect." Ser Harwin drew closer, watching Jace closely. The insult to his experience fell on deaf ears. Ser Criston nodded towards Aegon. "Blades up."

Aegon lowered into a starting stance, but Jace did not move. He held his sword in front of him, looking to Ser Criston as though for advice. The knight ignored him.

"Engage."

Aegon sprung forward, swinging his sword down at his opponent. Rhae thought Jace may be caught by the blitz, but he shielded himself faster than Rhae would have thought him capable of. Aegon swung again, and again, and again, but Jace battered each off. It was far from graceful—with each blow, Aegon pressed Jace farther back.

Jace raised his sword in preparation for the next swing, but it did not come. Instead, Aegon lunged forward, ducking the sword and shoving his nephew to the ground. Jace crashed to the dirt, hard.

Aegon laughed, turning his back to walk towards Ser Criston. He looked up towards the King, then next his eyes found Rhae. He looked pleased to find her still watching, but Rhae scowled once more.

"Go Jacaerys!" she shouted.

Aegon frowned, but it wasn't until Jace let out a cry that he realized his opponent was already back to his feet. Aegon spun and leapt backwards, narrowly dodging Jace's swing. It was now the younger that pushed the attack, driving Aegon towards the training dummies. Aegon stepped behind one of the strawmen, only just dodging a cut that raked across its chest. Aegon shoved the dummy, knocking it into Jace. The move was not an honorable one, but it was effective. His nephew retreated several paces.

Ser Harwin stepped in front of Jace, pointing accusingly at Aegon.

"Foul play!"

"I'll deal with him."

Ser Criston grabbed Aegon roughly by the shoulder, speaking to him in a hushed voice. Ser Harwin used the opportunity to pull Jace aside as well, muttering instructions, holding his son's chin up with a gloved hand.

Rhae drew closer, abandoning her station to go stand beside Aemond. The duel seemed to have shaken him from his somber state—he hardly seemed to notice her approach, watching his brother with anticipation.

"He won't lose," Aemond said quietly.

"It would serve him well." Rhae grumbled.

"Not with father watching."

Rhae looked up towards the King, but as always, His Grace seemed oblivious to the rising tensions below him. Viserys watched Ser Harwin and Jacaerys closely, a look of pride upon his face. He did not spare so much of a glance towards his son, who Rhae now noticed was looking for just that. Despite her anger at Aegon, Rhae felt her heart twinge with sadness. His eyes darted between Ser Criston and King Viserys the whole intermission, until they finally came to rest on his nephew.

"You!" Aegon shouted, his voice filled with rage. Jace pushed Ser Harwin away, weapon raised in anticipation.

"Close with him!" Ser Criston commanded, as Aegon began another barrage, even more relentless than his last. Each swing was punctured with a roar—whatever wisdom Ser Harwin had passed to Jace would not help him now. The younger boy glanced away the attacks with growing difficulty. Ser Criston grew more insistent. "Push him backward! Close with him! USE YOUR FEET!"

Aegon coiled and kicked, sending Jace to the dirt yet again. He seemed ready to relent, breathing heavily, but Ser Criston was not done with his lesson.

"Don't let him get up."

Aegon swung, knocking Jace's sword aside as the boy raised it meekly in defense.

"Stay on the attack!"

The next blow knocked Jace's weapon clean from his grip. He threw his arms over his head as Aegon gripped his weapon with two hands, preparing a brutal downward strike. Even from the safety of the sidelines, Rhae winced.

"ENOUGH!"

Ser Harwin surged forward, grabbing Aegon from behind. The prince was no match for the Commander of the City Watch, and he was thrown to the side with ease.

"You dare put your hands on me!" Aegon shouted, punching the ground in frustration.

"Aegon!" King Viserys cried out, his voice scolding. Rhae exchanged a meaningful look with Aemond—this was certainly not the type of attention Aegon had sought.

"You forget yourself, Strong" Ser Criston was eying Ser Harwin dangerously. "That is the prince."

"And this is what you teach, Cole?" The Commander said gruffly, kneeling to pick up the fallen swords. His eyes never strayed from Ser Criston's face. "Cruelty to the weaker opponent?"

Jace retreated to Luke's side, and Aegon came back to his own brother and Rhae with a huff. Despite their separation, the conflict seemed far from over. Beside her, Aemond had grown tense. He could feel it, too.

Ser Criston threw his own sword to the ground as Ser Harwin passed by. He knelt to collect this one as well, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Your interest in the princeling's training is quite unusual, Commander." Ser Criston said, arms folded behind his back. He turned towards Ser Harwin, his face unblinking and hard. This was the Ser Criston Cole that had frightened Rhae so dearly when she'd first arrived at the Red Keep. Even after months of training together, and coming to trust him, the menacing glint in his eye sent shivers down Rhae's spine. "Most men would only have the sort of devotion towards a cousin..."

Aemond reached his hand out, wordlessly nudging Rhae to step back. Ser Criston pressed on.

"Or a brother..."

Even poor Lucerys seemed able to tell they were hurtling towards a hazardous end. Across the yard, he drew near to Jacaerys. Ser Harwin's face was already beginning to twist with understanding.

Don't say it...

Ser Criston leered, his voice ringing clear throughout the yard.

"Or a son."

"AUURGH!"

Harwin Strong sprung, smashing his fist to Ser Criston's face and causing the knight to stagger backwards. It was a wonder he did not fall. Rhae could see the Velaryon princes leap several feet back, wearing identical looks of horror. Beside her, Aegon laughed—whether in shock or amusement, she could not tell.

Another punch sent Ser Criston to the ground. Aemond moved squarely in front of Rhae and Aegon now, creating a barrier, however small, between them and the violence. Cole made no move to defend himself as Ser Harwin pinned him down, pummeling at his head. At last, the surrounding guards jolted into action.

It took four men to drag Ser Harwin away from Ser Criston. He was shouting and straining still.

"SAY IT AGAIN!" the commander cried, spit flying from his mouth. "Say it again!"

Rhae knew there was no need. Only truths could sting so sharply. She could see it in the faces of the guards and all the onlookers. Even worse yet, Rhae could see the quiet comprehension in the face of Jacaerys Velaryon, who gripped his brother's hand. Both boys had tears in their eyes.

Ser Harwin heaved, finally relenting to the grip held on him by the other guards. With the action ended, all heads turned towards the King.

"Expelled from the City Watch? That's it ?" Aegon scoffed. It was now late afternoon, and they'd just been dismissed from the yard. King Viserys had been intent on handling the matter swiftly... and sloppily. He had commanded all the children to continue their training, as though nothing had happened, leaving them to hear the hurried deliberations. "Cole hadn't so much as raised a hand!"

"It hardly looked like he needed to," said Aemond, a hint of admiration in his tone. "You saw how he was after! He might as well have been attacked by some mugger for how well he walked it off."

"He looked awfully proud of himself," Rhae grimaced. "He shouldn't have said those things."

"What things?" Aemond demanded. "The truth?"

She sighed and did not answer. The bastardry of Rhaenyra's children had put an unspoken strain on the realm. Part of Rhae wanted to agree with King Viserys—maybe it was better that way. Perhaps the dam could hold, never to burst. With every taste of the greater conflict brewing, Rhae felt more compelled to clamp her mouth shut. Could such a problem go ignored forever? She wanted to believe it so.

"Ser Criston didn't really say Strong was the sire," Aegon pointed out. Rhae looked around the hall nervously, but saw no one. "Cole's not stupid—I'm not sure even mother could save him if he named the Velaryons bastards. Strong has only himself to blame. He's lucky father is as deaf as he is blind. "

"He's a fool if he thinks the matter has been handled," Aemond said. "All the city will know in a fortnight—the entire realm within a week."

"And with any luck, it'll change nothing at all."

All notions of finding his father's approval had evaporated once more, and it seemed to Rhae that resignation had settled back in. Spurned again.

"Or it may finally force Father to open his eyes," Aemond replied sternly. "He may finally name you heir."

"Father will name me heir when pigs fly," Aegon snapped. "I suspect you'll have a lot more reason to celebrate than I do when that day comes."

Aemond's face burned scarlet, his fists clenched in anger. Rhae thought for certain he was going to shout. For as little as she wished to see the fighting continue, part of her felt it would be justified. But when Aemond spoke, his voice was frighteningly calm.

"Someone should go tell Helaena what's happened."

The boy departed abruptly.

Rhae turned on Aegon as soon as she was certain Aemond would not hear.

"Must you bully him so relentlessly?"

Aegon groaned. "Not you too. "

"I don't understand it!" She flared. "All he has ever done is defend you! Why does it require so much encouragement to—!"

Rhae bit her tongue, spying a small group of ladies approaching down the hall. It would be unseemly to continue arguing here. Rhae expected Aegon to use the opportunity to steer in a new direction, but he followed a half-pace behind all the way to her chambers.

The door shut. They sized each other up in a standoffish silence, daring the other to speak. Aegon was the first to concede.

"I've already been admonished once for this," he said, crossing his arms defensively. "You're not my mother. I don't need you harping on about it, too."

"I think you do," Rhae went to put her bow and quiver away, slamming the chest shut. It was all she could do not to yell, all her anxieties and frustrations bubbling fresh in her chest. "I let the matter be in the name of brotherly banter, but Aemond was devastated! You took it too far this time!"

"He hasn't said anything."

"He won't!" Rhae threw a hand in Aegon's direction, exasperated. Even all the way across the room, he flinched. Rhae felt a pang of guilt and took a deep breath before she continued, calm but stern. "You know he won't."

"Maybe it's because he doesn't need to," Aegon grumbled. "If anything happens to him, the whole family leaps to his defense."

"You sound jealous."

"Maybe I am."

They held each other's gaze for a long moment, their standoff resumed. Frustration and pity tore at Rhae's stomach, and now it was she who yielded.

"Aemond isn't the one you're angry with."

Aegon clenched his jaw, looking away.

"Father can't even spare me a glance, nevermind the whole kingdom," he grumbled. "And Mother still insists that I will have it, less Rhaenyra put us to the sword. All everyone ever cares about is that damned throne."

Rhae wished for some cure to the festering wound that infected their family, but there was little to offer. How could they heal when so many seemed intent on flaying the skin further? She drew closer to Aegon, taking hold of one of his hands.

"Not everyone."

His prickly demeanor dispelled as the prince clasped her fingers.

"I know."

But a look of relief betrayed Aegon's assertion. He laid his forehead against Rhae's, eyes searching her face.

"I wish as you do that the conflict over the crown never comes to pass," Rhae continued. "But if it does, Aemond is on your side as much as I am. Probably even more. He's not earned your taunts... defend him as devoutly as he does you."

Aegon considered her words.

"Okay. I'll let up. I promise."

"Good," Rhae's eyes narrowed. "And I think you should apologize."

Aegon groaned slightly, making a show of shuddering at the thought.

"Don't make me."

"I don't want to make you." Rhae knew she was pushing her luck. She felt certain neither brother had spoken an apology to the other in their whole lives. "I just think that you should do it."

Aegon must've sensed Rhae was serious, for he did not jest any further. He merely nodded his head, still rested against hers—but he made no promises.

Rhae supposed it was the best she could hope for. It would have to be—she was far too exhausted to push the matter further. Her whole body felt weighed down with worry, aching for release. She looked up at the prince. He watched her closely, searching for permission.

Rhae pushed herself upwards on her toes, pressing a kiss to his mouth. She was greeted tenderly—more than ever before. Aegon's lips were soft and sweet as he wrapped his arms delicately around her waist. Rhae could feel her troubles melt away with his touch, and so she pulled him ever closer, thankful for the comfort of his embrace.

"You've been here for nearly four moons now," Queen Alicent observed, swirling the contents of her goblet pensively. Apprehension seemed to hang in the air. The Queen had said they had important matters to discuss, but with their meal nearly finished, no such subject had found its way to the table. "Have you enjoyed your time here?"

"Most often, Your Grace."

Alicent smiled thinly.

"I am sure you've become conscious of the rising tensions around the castle. That was an unfortunate thing, what happened in the yard."

Rhae sat a little straighter in her seat. It had been nearly a week since King Viserys expelled Ser Harwin from the City Watch. Last Rhae heard, he'd been escorted back to Harrenhal by his father, Lyonel Strong.

She had not seen Jace or Luke since—Princess Rhaenyra had pulled her sons from lessons to study privately. Within two days, they'd left for Dragonstone. Now she studied alone. Rhae found she missed their company.

"Yes, Your Grace."

"And what meaning did you make of the matter?"

"That I wish it would end."

Alicent grimaced at this.

"You and me both, darling."

"You are not optimistic." Rhae did not mean to sound accusing, but she did not pose the observation as a question either.

"That I'm not," Alicent concurred, picking at her fingers. "If I may speak plainly, I fear it already grows worse."

"And what fears are that, Your Grace?"

"We have received troubling news from the Riverlands." Alicent swallowed hard, and Rhae could see that her hands were trembling. "Sers Lyonel and Harwin Strong, they've..." She clutched the seven-pointed star at her chest. "They've fallen victim to tragedy, as so often seems to be the case for Harrenhal. They were caught in a blaze."

"Seven Hells..."

Rhae had no love for either of the two men, but the news was shocking. Amidst so much strife, what further bearing would their deaths have upon the strained stability of the realm? Her mind spun with questions, but Alicent hastened onward.

"That is not all."

Rhae gulped.

"Go on, Your Grace."

"We've further communication from Pentos."

Rhae's heart sank further. That was where Daemon was. When she spoke, her voice sounded unusually high.

"What's happened?"

"Your father writes that his good wife Laena Velaryon died in her attempts to deliver their third child. He and their daughters have recently departed for Driftmark, so that she may be laid to rest at sea in the traditions of her house."

Rhae's veins turned to ice.

"And we are certain it was the labors that killed her?"

"We've only got his letter to go by."

"Naturally."

Rhae felt dizzy, thoroughly disarmed by this barrage of information. Alicent allowed her a moment to sit with the news, peeling at her cuticles as she waited for Rhae to process what she was hearing.

Rhae wondered of her sisters. She'd been envious before, but now she wondered if Baela and Rhaena were left with all the same questions she'd had. They were still with Daemon at least—was it true misfortune that took his second wife?

"I take it we will be in attendance for the funeral?"

Alicent nodded, and Rhae inhaled sharply. Would this be what brings her before her father? The thought made her nauseous.

"And the others, do they know yet?"

"They do not," Alicent sighed. "I felt compelled to speak with you first. I'd hoped you may settle a little longer, but our situation grows desperate. There are things we've been needing to discuss."

"You refer to Princess Rhaenyra's bastards."

The Queen looked taken aback by her bluntness, but Rhae did not have it in her to speak in riddles. She hoped that Alicent planned to tell her children of these happenings soon—Rhae longed for the solace of their company.

"I do hope you are not so forthcoming in all your conversations on this matter."

"I don't have conversations on this matter. Not unless it is with Aegon, and sometimes Aemond, Your Grace."

"What else have you discussed?"

Rhae chewed at her lip.

"Succession," she confessed hollowly. "Aegon said that... that I am wanted to defend his claim for the Iron Throne."

"I suppose my lectures have stuck then." Alicent swallowed hard. "Which means you understand our position?"

Rhae nodded grimly, and the Queen took a long drink from her goblet.

"You're a clever girl, Rhae." Alicent reached out her hand, laying it atop Rhae's injured forearm. Rhae stared at the Queen's ravaged fingernails, destroyed by incessant picking and peeling. "I brought you here tonight because I wished to discuss how we might solidify our allegiances. What we've learned today makes the matter even more urgent. If you are friend to my children, I ask that you help defend them."

"I don't know what I may offer in defenses," Rhae lamented, eyes drifting now to her own ruined skin.

"You are the heir to Runestone. You command a castle, and all the swords sworn to your house." Alicent reminded her. "And you are Targaryen, no less. You must not give up hope on claiming a dragon one day."

"... and how would we solidify our allegiances?"

"As any nobles do, my dear. I put forward a marriage proposal, and should you accept, we shall wed our houses."

Now it was Rhae who was taken aback.

"A betrothal?"

"It is the most natural choice." Alicent nodded sagely. "These are troubling times. We must stand united. It is for that reason that I offer you the hand of my second son, Prince Aemond."

Next Chapter: Death of the Dreamers

Alicent discusses what it means to be married in Westeros, and Rhae seeks comfort surrounding new changes with her closest friend.

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Hold Me Down for One Night, Like I Got 3 Strikes

Summary: It’s funny how all of this started with a map at Hartley High. You and Jace have been best friends for as long as you can remember. You both go to Hartley High, with your friends Quinni, Darren, Amerie, Harper, Malakai, and Ca$h. All of you had a sleepover at Jace’s place. What you guys didn’t know is that Jace’s hot uncles (Aegon and Aemond) and beautiful aunt (Helaena) are staying with his family because their new house is being renovated. Some Things started to stir up and old feelings began to surface. Only in Hartley High.

Warnings: Language, sexual content, 18+ smut, and more I can’t think of.

Author Note: Yes I am mixing HOTD and Heartbreak High together because I can and want to. Everyone is 18 years old in Hartley High. Aemond, Aegon and Helaena are in their 20’s. Aemond has a genetic condition that made him blind in his right eye. All the Targaryens are close, there is no feud. Daemon is not Rhaenyra’s uncle in this AU, and they are married. You are a Stark in this AU, Cregan is your cousin.

Inspiration: @valeskafics @tinfairies

Song: 3 Strikes by Terror Jr

Part 04

Masterlist

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Part 05: Why Do All Good Things Come to an End?

You excused yourself to the kitchen to get yourself some water. Little did you know that Aemond was right behind you. You grab some water from the fridge, and see Aemond was also getting water as well. You handed him a bottle, and he gave you a silent thank you, you just gave him a quick nod. The silence between the two of you was awkward, and stiff. There was a time where you and Aemond were able to enjoy comforting silence with each other, but now there is nothing comforting between the two of you.

“I have missed you Y/N.” Aemond said, breaking the silence first.

“You have a really funny way of showing it, Aemond.” You said, taking a sip of your water.

Aemond sighed. “I have my reasons Y/N.”

You scruff. “You keep saying that, and yet you never explained to me why you wanted to stop being my friend.”

“I never meant for that to happen.” Aemond tries to explain.

“Could have fooled me.”

“Y/N.”

“What Aemond?!? What possible reason can you give me, why you didn’t want to be my friend anymore?” You raised your voice a little. “All you have given me vague answers and no real explanation.”

“It’s way more complicated than that Y/N.” Aemond explains once again, rubbing the back of neck.

You sighed in frustration. “Is it Aemond? Because we both know the real reason why you ghosted me for no reason.”

“Alys had her reasons.” Aemond said.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!? You know what, I’m not surprised. Even broken up, you still choose her side.” You said in frustration.

“It’s not like that!”

“That’s bullshit! When I first met her, she was nothing but cruel and rude to not just me, but your whole family!” You started to yell.

“And you know what sucks, Aemond?” Your voice started to shake. “I have done nothing to her, and she said those horrible things to me.”

“Y/N.”

“And you know what kills me the most?” You started to feel tears forming in your eyes. “You just let her say those things to me. Not once have you stood up for me.”

“Y/N '' Aemond said your name in a whisper.

“It got to the point where Rhaenyra had to say something.” You continued. “I did nothing to her, and yet she said those things to me. So please explain to me Aemond. Explain to me why she called me a gold digging whore, and I had to lose one of my best friends.”

The dam started to break, you started feeling tears running down your eyes. All the feelings you had felt before have been coming back again. You started to feel how you felt almost two years ago.

"I'm not excusing what Alys said to you. It's just….complicated." Aemond sighed.

You groan in frustration, you should've known. Trying to get Aemond to explain is like pulling teeth. "Can you say anything else besides it's complicated?!?"

"Honestly Aemond it was driving me crazy not knowing what I did. Can you please tell me what I did to make her hate me so much, to the point where I had to lose you too?!?" You asked in anger and sadness.

Aemond looked like he wanted to tell you, but something was stopping him. You sighed in frustration, giving up on getting closure from him. "Forget it, Aemond. Whatever the reason is….you'll never tell me and I'm tired of fighting with you."

You start to walk away and head back to the living room.

"Is that why you slept with Jace?" Aemond asked. Stopping you from your tracks, you turned to him.

"Excuse me?" You asked, glaring at him. "I don't see how me sleeping with Jace has anything to do with anything."

“Are you just using him? Because if you are, that’s really cruel of you Y/N.” Aemond went straight to the point.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the outrageous question Aemond just asked you. “One. I would never use Jace like that. I love and care about him too much, and unlike you. I actually give a shit about our friendship. And two. How many fucking times do me and Jace have to fucking explain?!?”

“We talked. We consented. We are on the same page on what we are. Jesus fucking christ it is not that fricken hard to understand!!” You started to raise your voice even more. You honestly want to pull your hair out.

“Jace has feelings for you Y/N. You’re just too blind to see it.” Aemond said.

A little shocked by what Aemond said, not knowing how to react to the information that was given to you. “Let’s pretend that’s actually true for a moment. What does that have to do with me and Jace sleeping together?”

Aemond sighed. “That fact that you are using my nephew to get over me. That’s pretty cruel, don’t you think?”

You feel your blood boiling with rage. You made it very clear with Jace, that you were not using him to get over Aemond. At first you thought you were using Jace when you two first hooked up, you started to feel guilty. Not wanting to lose Jace, like you lost Aemond as a friend. You and Jace talked and communicated about everything. You didn't want to hurt him and lose him as a friend. Jace reassured you that he knows that you weren’t using him like that.

Out of anger and rage, you threw your water at Aemond’s face, and slapped him hard across his face.

“Fuck you Aemond Targaryen! You know nothing about me and Jace!” You yelled, and started to storm off to the backyard. Wanting to get some air and to cool off, how did years of friendship turn into this?

Jace, Aegon, and Helaena witnessed the ending of what happened between you and Aemond. Jace looked like he wanted to punch his uncle in the face. He knows that you weren’t using him to get over Aemond, he reassured you so many times that he didn’t feel like you were using him. Jace starts to walk to the backyard to check on you, while glaring at Aemond. He wanted to say so much to him, but right now you are his priority. He opened the door that led to the backyard, slamming it. Aemond flinched a bit, knowing that he fucked up and knows his nephew is pissed at him.

Aegon and Helaena just looked at their younger brother in disappointment. They know the reason why Aemond ghosted you and why Alys treated you the way she did. Both of them don’t condone their actions whatsoever, but they did respect Aemond’s wishes to have him talk to you. Aegon and Helaena know that it would be best for you to hear it from Aemond. For someone who is very smart, they both think Aemond is being dumb.

“Aemond. That wasn’t really fair.” Aegon said, walking towards the kitchen more.

“I know.” Aemond sighed.

“If you knew, why did you say that little brother?” Helaena asked softly, standing next to Aemond.

“I don’t know. I just snapped. I’m not excusing what I said, I know I went too far.” Aemond admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

Aegon handed him a paper towel, so he can dry himself off. Aemond gave him a silent thanks, and started drying the water that was dripping from his face.

“I don’t want to be the nagging older brother. But you really need to talk to her, Aemond.” Aegon said, crossing his arms.

“And when he says talk to her, he means actually talk to her. Not giving her vague answers.” Helaena added. “It’s not fair to her or to Jace.”

“Trust me I know. I’ve been putting it off for way too long. I just-. I don’t-.” Aemond tried to voice his thoughts, but couldn’t. Helaena rubbed his back in comfort, both Aegon and Helaena knew it was a complicated situation.

“We know Aemond.” Aegon said.

“We do understand.” Helaena added. Both of them gave Aemond a hug, knowing he needed it. Helaena and Aegon know that what Aemond did was not okay, and they both think he should have handled things differently. That doesn’t mean they won’t comfort their little brother, he may be an idiot sometimes but they know his heart. They know he would make it right, hopefully.

Meanwhile in the living room

The rest of the group just sat and sipped their drinks awkwardly, hearing you and Aemond yell back and forth. Having no idea what to do or say. Darren and Quinni know the situation between you and Aemond. Besides Jace, they were also there for you when things started to fall apart. All three of them would stay over at your house for multiple nights, comforting you and they wouldn’t let you isolate yourself. Darren and Quinni couldn’t forgive Aemond for what he did to you, you cried too many times for him.

“I know this isn’t any of our business, but I am honestly worried for Y/N. What happened between those two?” Harper asked, breaking the awkward silence first.

“It’s a long story.” Quinni answered.

“And it’s not our story to tell.” Darren added.

“We get it.” Malakai said.

“We won’t push it.” Ca$h added.

“Will Y/N be okay?” Amerie asked, genuinely worried about you.

Quinni and Darren exchanged looks, debating on telling the rest of the group of what happened between you and Aemond. After becoming friends with Amerie, Harper, Ca$h, and Malakai, the four of you started to trust them. You, Jace, Darren and Quinni never really let anyone in your inner circle. Somehow the eight of you became a tight group.

“We can’t tell you the full story.” Darren began to say.

“But we can tell you some of the details.” Quinni added on.

“As you guys know Jace, Y/N, Quinni and I grew up together.” Darren started the story. “And you guys know that we are also close with their family.”

“Especially Y/N. Darren and I are close with Jace and his family but-” Quinni continued.

“-but not as close as Y/N is.” Darren finished her sentence.

“Her, Jace, Aemond, Helaena and Aegon were super close. They were all best friends.” Quinni said.

“That all changed when Aemond started dating a girl named Alys.” Darren sighed, remembering the phone call that they and Quinni got from you and Jace. They couldn’t forget the sound of you crying that day. It broke their and Quinni’s heart when they heard you breaking down.

“Mind you. Y/N never met this girl before, and only met her once.” Quinni explained.

“Alys was being rude not only to Y/N, but the rest of Aemond's family as well.” Darren added.

“Y/N was being polite and being herself. Alys however was calling her names and accusing her of stuff that’s not even close to Y/N’s personality.” Quinni continued the story.

“What did she say?” Ca$h asked.

Darren and Quinni exchanged looks. Quinni looked down at her cup, remembering what one of her best friends was called. Darren sighed. “One of the things Alys called Y/N was a gold digging whore.”

Amerie, Harper, Malakai, and Ca$h eyes widened in shock that someone who doesn’t know Y/N at all, called her that. They know that Y/N is many things but a gold digger isn’t one of them. Yeah they know you don’t take shit from other people and will stand up for your friends. There were times you would get into fist fights for them. That’s one of the things that makes you a badass. You don't take shit from people, you stand up for the people you care about, and you will call out on people’s bullshit. Besides all of that the four of them know how loyal you are and how you are there for them no matter what. There were many things they love about you, hearing what Alys said to you made them mad. They don’t know who this Alys person is, they hope for her sake that she doesn’t meet them. They would rip her a new one if they met her.

“I’m sorry.” Amerie spoke, still a little stunned. “She called Y/N, a gold digging whore?!?”

“Yep.” Darren answered, popping the p.

“What the actual fuck?!?” Harper said. While Malakai and Ca$h were too stunned to even voice their thought process.

“Our thoughts exactly.” Quinni said. “Long story short, not once Aemond stood up for Y/N. Jace’s family however, had no problem telling Alys off.”

"After that dinner night, Aemond started ghosting Y/N. Like he basically just threw years of friendship out the window." Darren finished explaining.

Amerie, Harper, Malakai, and Ca$sh have no idea what to say. They were a little stunned from what they had been told.

“You guys did not hear that from us. There is more to the story but it’s not our place to tell.” Darren pointed out. They nodded their heads in agreement, they won’t mention anything to you unless you go to them. All six of them sat in silence, hoping you were okay.

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A Lark Among the Wolves and Dragons: Chapter 30

Chapter 29

Masterlist

Now we introduce another character from the video games.

Aemma found herself standing in the middle of a forest...or at least she was. There was snow on the ground, but last she checked, there was no snow anywhere in this part of the world at this time of year.

She looked to the sky to see it was overcast, and when she looked around to take in her surroundings once more, she could see the terrain was a little more mountainous then what she remembered. Did that little miracle that saved her once before actually work this time around?

Aemma noticed the wounds from her encounters with the Crones and the nekkers were absent from her body. How was this possible? Even if they somehow healed over, they should've left scars (also in that moment, Aemma wondered about how she would have to explain such afflictions should she find herself betrothed once again and eventually wedded).

Aemma heard sounds, noises that sounded like people who were in conversation. She followed the voices and hid behind a tree when she saw the figures. A man and a woman were hiking this mountain trail; the man was on the taller side with short dark hair and a long magenta coat. Strapped to his back was a gold looking lute, similarly crafted like the one her mother left behind the day she disappeared from Maegor's Holdfast. The woman had long dark hair and wore a cloak, trying her best to keep up with the man.

The woman stopped for a brief moment, catching her breath which fogged up from the cold as she exhaled. The man stopped, concern in his expression, "We can stop for the night if you want," he offers. The woman shakes her head, "No, brother, we have to keep going," she insists, "we gotta get to Kaer Morhen as quickly as possible we...I can't stop until I know I'll be safe." The man frowned a bit, placing a hand on the woman's shoulder, "why is this so important to you, sister?" he questions, "who are you afraid of that you must seek refuge in a...well less then ideal stronghold, castle, uh, whatever it is." The woman shakes her head, "I can't say." "Why not?" "I just can't." "(y/n)-" "I can't risk endangering you anymore then I already have!"

The man was taken aback by the outburst, "I'm sorry, Julian," the woman says, "for the sake of this little one, I just can't say. No one can know."

The scene changed before Aemma had time to react.

She heard laughter, that also came from a man and woman. The same woman she saw before, her name being (y/n), and the man...his voice she recognized right away; it was her father. The scene before her, Aemma realized was a bedchamber somewhere back in the Red Keep. Did that mean this (y/n)...was she Aemma's mother.

Aemma followed the voices, into an open area with a bed. The princess's eyes widen in embarrassment and her face heating up as she saw more of her father then she ever cared to see. Her mother, on the other hand was wearing a sheer black robe as she laid in next to Daemon...yeah, still a little too much then Aemma would have ever cared to see, no matter how much she'd yearned to see her mother after so many years.

She turned around, practically fanning her face to cool off, which was difficult as she could hear both her parents talking.

"So, what does my lady wish for right now?" Daemon inquires of the Lady of Larks, "if you could wish for anything at this moment, what would it be?" "Hmmmm," (y/n) pretends to ponder, "I've really been craving a pierogi lately," she admits, "A dozen pierogis sounds really good right about now." "What is a pierogi?" "It's sorta like a pastry stuffed with...well you can fill with all sorts of things," (y/n) explains, "Meats, cheese, vegetables, or even fruits. Mmmm, potato, onion, and cheese, oh how heavenly that sounds." "Well I can see if any of the kitchen cooks know how to make something of the sort," Daemon says as he reaches out to stroke his lover's arm.

"Daemon," (y/n) warns, "don't even think about it." "I have no idea what you're talking about, Little Lark." (y/n) rolls her eyes in response. "Will you at least sing to me?" Daemon lightly pleads. "*sighs*, I've already sung so much today, my vocal cords have gone raw," (y/n) sighs, "I need to rest them so I can entertain your niece tomorrow," she moves about so she was resting on top of Daemon, "if I didn't know better I would say you want me horse so others will know of our...clandestine affairs." "You put words in my mouth, Little Lark," Daemon says with a smirk, placing a hand on her backside, and giving her a kiss.

"Why don't you sing to me for a change, Prince?" (y/n) offers, "surely you have an exceptional singing voice." "None compared to you," Daemon says, "your own voice is so beautiful even the larks will stay silent if only to listen for a few mere moments." "Mmmmm, faux humility doesn't quite suit you Daemon," (y/n) admits, "come on, indulge me for once. Maybe something in that seductive language of yours perhaps?"

"...I might know something of the sort," Daemon tells her before he begins his song. It was a song Aemma recognized; a song she remembered her father singing occasionally to Aemma and her sisters, and one that Jaehaerys himself had supposedly sang to his dragon Vermithor.

The song for some reason gave Aemma a sense of foreboding, when it in fact should've given her a sense of comfort as it brought her back to happier times spent with her family.

The scene faded before Aemma as she turned and reached out, whether to her father...or to her mother, she could not say for certain.

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Aemma groaned as she started to come to. She found herself laying on her back again, on a cot of some sort, at least from what she could feel. As her vision slowly started coming to, she could see the outline of what looked to be a wooden ceiling. The princess tried to move, which was possible, but came with its own pain. She slowly worked her way to sitting up, the blanket covering her had fallen off and rested on her lap. The leathers that had covered her top half were gone, not that they would've been much use at the point given the tears and the fact it had been caked in mud at this point from her constant tripping in the bog.

Aemma noticed her small clothes were still on, but underneath she could see the bandages: One wrapped around her scrapped knee from when she fell off Cirillia and a larger one wrapped around her chest and shoulders from where the nekker got her. There was even a small bandaged wrapped around her hand from when she made the cut to present her blood to the Crones.

Fighting through the pain, Aemma managed to sit up, head spinning like she's recently been giving milk of the poppy...actually she's never been given that stuff before, but it's a feeling she imagines what it would feel like based on seeing the maesters give the poppy to various people in her life such as her uncle when he experienced pain or her stepmother or cousin when either of them went through labor. She tries to stand up with hopes of looking for her clothes and getting out of this place, wherever it was.

"You should not be moving so much in the state you are in," a deepish voice catches Aemma's attention; the princess looks around, trying to match a person to that voice, "over here," he calls over to her. Aemma turned to the person that presumably treated her wounds. A tall man stood by the doorway of this little hut, dressed in green, a bow strapped to his back, and short dark hair with two small braids in front. He also possessed two pointed ears, a lot more prominent then the ones on Ivan. Aemma's eyes widen some when she realized she was in the presence of an elf; a full blooded elf.

"You're...you...." "An elf?" the elf finishes for her, "I suppose I should expect such a reaction from someone who doesn't many of my kind, if ever."

At this point, Aemma picked up he was also slurring his words, and the glazed look in his eyes, as if he had a few too many drinks. Great, she thinks, and I thought Aegon's drinking was bad. She also looked down to see she was still in her underwear. She wrapped her arms in embarrassment, turning to quickly grab the blanket in an attempt to hide herself from this stranger.

"Are you the one who tended to my injuries?" she asks. "I am," the elf confirms, "with a little help from the village herbalist. My name is Cedric. I have been waiting for you for some time, Princess Aemma." Aemma's eyes widen at this realization that Cedric knew who she was; she also felt herself tensing up, as the last time someone claimed they have been expecting her for some time, it didn't end well for her, "I don't...how did...?" "I simply know," Cedric tells her, "I know certain things, things that have happened, and things yet to come. All this in spite of turning to drink as my vice if only to forget for a short while; hmmm, I believe that is the reason why many turn to drink. You can think of me as Daenys the Dreamer in a sense, if that makes you feel more comfortable."

Aemma was silent for a bit before she remembered the last thing she saw before she passed out, "how did you get me out of the pit trap I fell into?" she asks as she sits back down on the cot, "and how did you drive the nekkers away?" "I didn't," Cedric answers, "the Scoia'tel took care of that for me. They had plans for you the moment they saw you, especially from their commander. It appears he still holds a grudge against your father after all these years. I don't know why, the elves who perished at his hands should've known better then to confront a full grown dragon head on." "My father...," Aemma mutters, remembering her vision before she woke up.

It was two different visions, actually; one where her mother and father were laying in his chambers enjoying each other's company, clearly happy and in love, but the scene before that showed Aemma's mother fleeing into the mountains in hopes of seeking some kind of refuge in a place hidden. What was it called? Kaer Morhen, she remembered. But it didn't make any kind of sense. Aemma's mother was intent of reaching this place with hopes that no one would find her, all while she was with child, that child presumably being Aemma, and she didn't want anyone to know who the father of this child was. Her father, prince Daemon.

By why? What made her leave? Why would she leave her father when the two had looked so happy together, none of it was making any sense.

"How did you save me from the Scoia'tel then?" Aemma asks, pulled from her thoughts when she saw Cedric swaying a bit in his drunk state. "Mmm, I knew you would be coming to these lands for some time...I knew it would be soon," he states, "I was taking a nice stroll through the forest, when I heard the commotion. I ran to investigate and saw the Scoia'tel had pulled your body out the pit and had just bound your hands and feet. The moment I saw your hair, your Valyrian features, I knew right away. I...persuaded the commander to release you into my custody. I was once one of them a lifetime ago, but I had left when I saw the futility of their cause. Nevertheless I still hold ties to some, to the commander, and reluctant as he was, he was willing to listen, though I sense he will not the next time he sees you. If I were you, I would watch your steps next time you set foot in that forest."

"Thank you," Aemma nods, "I...am grateful for your help." "You come seeking questions," Cedric states again like it's obvious, making Aemma tense again as that was another thing said to her in which the outcome wasn't good for her. But on the other hand, this man did save her life and tended her wounds thereafter. "Uh, yes I do," she admits, "but maybe I should wait a while...at least until you sober up some." "Then I am afraid you will be waiting a very long while," Cedric shrugs, still slurring his words, "we Aen Seidhe live very long lives, more so then humans. You may very well be on your own deathbed before that day ever comes." Aemma sighs a bit, annoyed as this wasn't the first drunk she's had to deal with, but at least Cedric wasn't an obnoxious drunk, unlike her cousin Aegon. "Fine," she concedes, "what do you know about me?"

"I know you come seeking questions," Cedric answers, "I know you are a princess from a realm across the sea, the daughter of a prince, a second son...and a daughter of a Continental whose voice has dubbed her a lady of birds...no larks, that's what it is." "The Lady of Larks, yes I know all that,"Aemma deadpans, "that's all anyone has ever told me about my mother, that she was a gifted singer, a troubaritz, that she and my father loved each other and I was a product of that love, that she disappeared into the night when I was still a tot. No one has ever deemed to tell me the whole story. Did my mother leave on her own? Or was she abducted by the White Wolf?"

"The White Wolf?" Cedric snorts, "him? Abducting anyone? Whoever told you those things?" "My...father?" Aemma frowns in confusion. "Hmm, interesting," Cedric mutters, "but not at all surprising." "What do you mean?" Cedric merely shakes his head. Aemma huffed, feeling annoyed; this elf may not be intent on killing her as the Crones had, but in the state he was in, it would be like pulling teeth trying to obtain any kind of concrete information out of him.

"Okay, then how about this?" Aemma changes the subject, "I was in a bog previously when I first came to the Continent. I was captured by these...witches, crones. I escaped then, but then I was almost captured by this giant figure in dark armor, astride a dark stallion. I was almost captured by this being, and then next thing I knew I was no longer in the bog anymore. I was in this forest. I don't know how that even happened."

"You've...the Wild Hunt," Cedric mutters almost like a revelation. "What?" "You escaped a huntsman from the Wild Hunt," the elf tells her. "What is the Wild Hunt?" "In this world, humans believe them to be wraiths," Cedric explains, "they are often seen riding through the sky. Often they raid villages and capture folks to take to their realm to become slaves for their kind. They are also seen by many as an omen of war." "Wraiths?" "In truth, what they are really is elves," Cedric says, "but not quite like my brethren the Aen Seidhe; they are the Aen Elle. The Hunt is their Dearg Ruadhri, their Red Riders, led by their general, the King of the Wild Hunt."

"So, they capture people in raids and make them their slaves," Aemma repeats, "is that what happened to my mother? Was she captured by the Wild Hunt after what happened to her in Rivia?" "In a manner of speaking," Cedric nods. "Will you please stop talking in riddles and just answer me outright?!" Aemma exasperates. "I cannot see the whole picture," Cedric tells her, and speaks before she could say anything, "and this would still be the case if I were stone cold sober. I foresaw the Rivian pogrom many years ago. I saw the many who died, who lived, and those who died only to return from the dead...your mother fits somewhere in the latter...as does the White Wolf. How this was accomplished, I cannot say. All I know is, they both live, and now they presumably run with the Red Riders."

"...is it because of my mother that one of the riders found me?" Aemma asks. "No, I do not believe so," Cedric answers, tilting his head slightly as he examined Aemma, "I believe it to be something else, something about you, princess." He approaches Aemma and takes his hand in hers, the bandaged one, "I see a strange aura about you; it feels strange, yet at the same time it is very familiar to me. I have felt something similar once before in a vision. Of a girl with ashen hair, one whose to determine the fate of this world. One whose...to a certain extent to determine if the vision once had by your forebear is to be fulfilled or not."

Aemma clenched her hands, slowly pulling away, "can you see that far into the future?" "I can see different outcomes, the future is not always set in stone," Cedric tells her, "sometimes it depends on destiny, other times it depends on the choices we make." "What choice must I make then?" "I cannot say for certain," Cedric shakes his head, "but I can offer a starting place for you, young princess. It is clear to me you possess a special gift, one that was given to you by accident, but one that had inadvertently saved your life not more then a day ago. You must learn to understand this power of yours, it may well help to understand your past as well as determine the course of your future, as well as the future of your family, especially if any of them are to survive the Dance that is to come."

"The...Dance?" Aemma frowns again. "A Dance of Dragons," Cedric simply elaborates, sighing some as if he knew the outcome already, "a house divided cannot stand, something your uncle the king seems to understand greatly, and something he seemed to attempt to instill into you."

Aemma looked down to the floor, knowing Cedric was right about that. She remembered how adamant her uncle had been to her about keeping the family together, and it was the reason why she had put with Aegon for as long as she did when she was still betrothed to him.

Cedric then went over to grab a tunic and toss it over to Aemma along with her leathers, at least the leathers that were ruined, which was mostly her leggins, boots, and gloves, "I'm afraid this is all I have to offer," the elf tells her, "if you do wish to understand what you possess, I would suggest starting by going to the place of your birth."

Aemma was confused by this, "I...how am to understand this so called gift of mine at Dragonstone?" Cedric swayed some before he answered, "go to the place of your birth, Aemma, you will begin to understand when you reach that place. Now," he opens the door, "I believe you are well enough to resume your journey. I would suggest heading West, you may find someone in that direction you would not expect. Follow your destiny, Aemma, and I wish you the best of luck."

Aemma nods, and once she got her clothes back on, Cedric handed her a pack of goods and showed her out. Once on solid ground, Aemma headed west as Cedric told her.

Once alone, the elf snorted some before he took a couple swigs of vodka, "Dragonstone," he mutters to himself, "why on earth would she go to Dragonstone? She was not born there..."

Chapter 31

#hotd #the witcher #daemon targaryen #daemon #daemon x reader #geralt x reader #cedric #aen seidhe #scoia'tael #oc

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mejcinta · 2 years

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Oh, Miguel 🙄🙄

I'm glad that Sapochnik isn't returning for season 2 because so much damage has been done to Laena and Mysaria's storylines in the name of 'girlbossifying' them. And no, he clearly doesn't care about these characters as much as their fans do, only that he gets claps and rewards.

Laena had a relatively peaceful death in the book after a complicated birth, with Daemon carrying her back to bed after she died on her way to her dragon Vhagar to ride her one last time. Instead, they're reportedly giving Laena suicide by fire! Her dear dragon flames her up as Daemon watches in horror! 😩

I know. I know. The showrunners wanted to girlbossify Laena and we should all 'rejoice'. "Look at her take her fate into her own hands, delivering herself and her unborn baby (who was actually born in the book) to death under her OWN terms. How heroic!" Right? Wrong!

You know what most viewers will conclude from this radical change from the book? That Laena 'is not strong enough', 'is cruel' and that she 'doesn't care about her unborn son with Daemon'. Or worse, that she traumatized Daemon and 'clearly didn't love him enough'.

Why? Because it's always the woman's fault when something bad happens to a dearly loved male character. How dare she break his heart???

I can already smell those derogatory comments coming and it's not fair because this isn't what Laena would've done, especially to her daughters. To inflict trauma of this magnitude to her husband and children AND her dragon is NOT who Laena is, but Miguel thought so. Just because. 🙄🙄🙄

However, my issue doesn't lie with Laena's changed death alone. Mysaria also gets robbed of a defining factor for her choices in the books: her miscarriage.

The showrunners, self-proclaimed champions of women's birth struggles, ERASED Mysaria's traumatic miscarriage of her unborn son in the book (her and Daemon's baby) after being banished from Dragonstone and humiliated under Viserys' orders enacted by Otto. This is what we should've gotten in episode 2 and what had canonically caused Daemon's initial resentment towards Viserys.

But no. Instead we got a one-dimensional Mysaria without complexity. Which is interesting given that her miscarriage and banishment in the book is what could've driven her questionable political advice to Daemon and Rhaenyra in the future as their defacto Mistress of Whisperers!!! Everything about that scene was changed up in the show much to the detriment of Mysaria's storyline.

Laena and Mysaria's characters have been grossly butchered and misrepresented in the name of writers' and showrunners' egos. Not so many people will get to understand how much impact they have on other character's lives (especially Daemon's) because of the changes.

What's even more unfair is that Miguel has seemingly taken from Laena and Mysaria's stories to give to Rhaenyra for mere fan service; case in point, Daemyra. So you have a situation where Daemon and Rhaenyra's stillbirth story is elevated over the other traumatic birth experiences (by case of omission or inversion in Mysaria and Laena's stories respectively) as Daemon will most definitely be by Rhaenyra's side when it happens and also get to share in her grief. They get to keep their storyline in the book while the others don't.

Keep in mind that Laena and Mysaria's experiences were put there to highlight Daemon's journey through the years and his changing sentiments, beliefs and understanding of things as well as his relationship with other characters (especially with his brother Viserys). Not just to merely compete with or sabotage another ship.

To see Laena and Mysaria's canon pregnancy trauma storylines being pushed aside and replaced with rhetoric, never to be known by non-book readers, is upsetting. Their experiences told us lots about their mental states, personalities, family, backgrounds and even the Rogue Prince they were entangled with. It was sad, it was beautiful, it fleshed them out and made them feel like real, average women with real, average struggles. But the show-runners have robbed these female characters for brownie points instead.

I hope these mistakes won't be repeated in the coming season(s). I truly hope they won't for the sake of the beauty of the story.

#hotd #house of the dragon #laena velaryon #mysaria #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #daemon × rhaenyra #daemon × laena #daemon × mysaria #viserys targaryen #otto hightower #fire and blood #grr martin

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sweetmuffynsblog · 2 years

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Ok, so hear me out!

I just finished read Aemond "One Eye" Targaryen x Reader.

So the reader Rhaenyra's daughter or Daemon's daughter or Velaryon you name it because basically she's in Black's side. It's basically the 'Romeo and Juliet' trope!

And guess what i've found relatable, i read it and just realised that their storry could summarized in one SONG! JUST ONE!

The song is THE 1 by Taylor Swift!

Especially in these lyrics

"guess you never know, never know. And if you wanted me you really should've showed. And if you never bleed you never gonna grow and it's alright now."

Meaning that the reader is in love with Aemond and he does the same, and if he just ask for her hand to the King, Viserys would probably granted it before his death. And reader learned it in hard way!!!

But we were something don't you think so? Roaring twenties tossing pennies in the pool, and if my wishes came true, it would've been you.

Meaning that both now in their twenties and reader regreted it that if their wishes came true, then it would've been Aemon! But alas, Aemond was destined to be in other side and the reader was in another!

I have a dream you're doing cool shit, having adventures on your own, you meet some woman on the internet and take her home.

The reader thinks that Aemon had adventures when he rode on Vhagar, flying high and go to brothels or meet some lady and take them into his bedchamber.

I, i persist and resist the tempation to ask you, if one thing had been different, would everything be differeng today?

Because reader and Aemond both know that in another lifetime or another universe, when there's no Green or Blacks, when everything peaceful, maybe they could have their happily ever after!!!

Arrghsh i'm suck for Romeo and Juliet tropes especially if they didn't end up together because deep down, i am really masochist😭 i love to crying, and i love sad ending😭😭😭💔

#daemon targaryen #queen rhaenyra #daemon x rhaenyra #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra icons #the house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #taylor swift #folklovermore

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Hate Alicent a lot but when you think about it the Dance was really Viserys's fault. Apologies to my soft, chubby king but he totally ignored the divisions in his court. He should've shored up Rhaenyra's position as heir by only allowing Blacks on the council and in the Kingsguard/giving Aegon some land to inherit so he can have something of his own as well as be kept away from court.

Absolutely! And thank you for saying it!

Alicent is very easy to hate and blame for everything, and don’t get me wrong, I hate her, still I don’t think that what she wanted for her sons was anything that any other woman in her place wouldn’t have wanted as well. Take for instance the possibility of Viserys marrying Laena instead of Alicent. I don’t believe for one second that either Corlys or Rhaenys would have accepted that Rhaenyra remained as heir if say their daughter Laena had given the king a son. Nor any other women in Westeros with a shred of a backbone would think it dandy to give the king sons and still have him say “No, no. My daughter is heir”. What Alicent did to achieve her goal is up for debate and is reproachable in many instances, but I will say that her desire to see her eldest son as king is completely understandable.

Truth is that our lovable and idiot Walserys (walrus + Viserys) wanted his daughter to be heir, yet he did nothing to really help her achieve this. Indeed, I will argue most of what he did was against securing her place.

Yes, he made all the lords swear they would respect his ruling and would defend Rhaenyra’s place and this was good, but not enough. He was going against the precedents of the Great Council of 101 so at the very least he could have made a new law with his Small Council stating something along the lines of what the Dornish had, that the inheritance of the Iron Throne would pass to the king’s oldest living heir instead of oldest living son. This would have helped Rhaenyra tremendously. The Greens would have been unable to crown Aegon without going against the law. Instead, they would be breaking the law and all of Westeros would know it. It was easy enough to say: “Yes, the king said this, but a son always came before a daughter and according to the precedents of the Great Council the male line comes before the female line.” Yet it is harder to say: “We will break this law and make Aegon the king instead.” Can’t see a lot of people nodding their heads to this.

But that is not all. Indeed, I believe that one of the main ways in which Viserys successfully scr_wed and endangered Rhaenyra’s claim was by marrying her to Laenor.

Was he good on paper? Sure. His family was very rich and powerful, he had valyrian blood and Rhaenys was his mother. Yet knowing what they did about him, knowing that Rhaenyra did not wish to marry him (see page 370 of Fire and Blood for it took the threat of disinheritance to convince her to marry him so this wasn’t just a no, this was very much a “No, no, no, no, no, and also no!”) why push this on her like Viserys did?

It was not like they were on bad terms with the Velaryons and an alliance was urgent – if they were, Viserys could have married Laena a few years before and fix it. It was not like there weren’t many a number of perfectly adequate candidates from other rich and powerful families who would greatly help her cause, Jason Lannister and Harwin Strong being two of the best in this popcorn’s humble opinion. Ah but valyrian blood people can say. Why though? At this point Viserys had had three children by Alicent Hightower and all had the Targaryen look with Aegon the Elder having bonded with Sunfyre (probably a dragon born at his crib). So, I ask, what was making anyone think à priori that Rhaenyra’s children with a non-valyrian man would not have the valyrian look and the ability to ride dragons? And if having valyrian blood and the Targaryen name was a must you know who the best candidate was? Daemon Targaryen. A Targaryen on both sides, with the last name Targaryen, who commanded a dragon and was a skilled fighter, straight (lol), and who pretty much gathered all of the traits needed to be a proper consort and very powerful ally – and on this all agree, he became Rhaenyra’s most powerful ally.

There was not a very good and solid reason for Viserys to push for this marriage, and what makes matters worse, he very much had married for love the second time around, so why not allow his heir to have some say?

Result: Disaster.

If Rhaenyra’s reputation was not the best at this point, courtesy of her escapades with Daemon (which Viserys can also be blamed for because wtf was he thinking?), marrying Laenor was the final nail in the coffin. She had a long and poorly hidden affair with Harwin Strong and three illegitimate sons. Yes, Laenor said they were his and Viserys would not let anyone say otherwise. But as it is usually said, “actions speak louder than words”. This would always be a problem, always. One cannot hope to pass clearly illegitimate children for heirs and expect people to accept it, much more when later Rhaenyra did have legitimate boys with Daemon – moment to pretend gasp in surprise – I bet all my money that if the Greens hadn’t taken care of them, Daemon would have. The “Velaryon” princes would ALWAYS cause a Dance. Always.

Do I think there would have still been a Dance if Rhaenyra had had only legitimate children? I do. Would if have been much better for her and her cause to have only legitimate children? Absolutely, no questions asked.

As for the councillors I will say that Viserys had no to small way of knowing if they were against Rhaenyra or not so on that I will give him a pass. These were nobles, they would speak something before the king and another thing on his back and Viserys was not a man with a suspicious nature. I will not give him a pass however on naming Otto Hightower Hand. That was dumb as rocks and he should 100% have called Rhaenyra to be his Hand. This would have given her even better preparation to the place she was very soon to take.

So, in the end, the one who hurt Rhaenyra’s claim the most was indeed the very person who made her heir in the first place, her lovable foolish father. Who: ignored the precedents that made him King in the first place, lead her to an affair and illegitimate children, and surrounded the throne with dangerous people who did not care for her.

Also and LOL XD seriously I don’t know if this was laziness on George’s part or Viserys being dumber than rocks but how did it not cross his mind to give something to his sons, at least Aegon the Elder? What was he expecting? Him to sit around on the Red Keep and what (?) just hang there while Rhaenyra was queen doing nothing? I mean... ugh 🤦‍♀️

Thing is, it will always be easier to name an ambitious woman the villain and to make her guilty of all evil than to turn to the lovable fool who loved his daughter.

Moral of the story: the things we can get away with if we just smile and wave.🤗

Anyway, thank you for the question and happy new year 😉

#rhaenyra targaryen #viserys targaryen #alicent hightower #aegon ii targaryen #dance of dragons #the prince and the queen #fire and blood #the blacks and the greens #popcorn answers

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therese | d. targaryen

Description: You are famous for acting in films that gain critical acclaim, but much of your life remains secret. In where, your private life becomes public. Pairing: millionaire!daemon targaryen/lowkey-actress!reader Tags: established relationship.

Daemon wasn't the kind of person who'd stay secret about something he was proud about. He wanted to scream your name into the crowds - without any fear of their judgement. He was proud, and you were the opposite of that.

"Which one do you want, baby?" he asked while pointing at the two bags held by the sales associate. One was black, and the other one was white. They were the same brand - the same hardware and everything, but in your eyes they were different from each other.

"You don't have to do this babe," you lean your head on his shoulder. He presses a kiss on your forehead, smiling proudly as you continued inspecting the items in the shop. "It's not everyday that my girlfriend is nominated for an Oscar," he boasted while placing a pair of sunglasses on the sales associate's hands. "- you've been ranting about this bag for weeks. I'm buying it for you, princess." he asserted.

"I'll take the black one," you smiled, entwining your hands together as you continued strolling down the store.

He was extra when it came to everything. You'd tell him that you wanted a smoothie and he'll bring you all the flavors - you'd tell him that you were nominated for an academy award and he'd rent out the entire mall. It was impressive to see the lengths of what his money could provide, but it was more impressive to see his efforts.

"I'm so proud of you," he whispered, keeping his arms around your waist. "Thank you for doing this, babe." your smile deepened. He spots another store in his periphery - and he wastes no time in leading you inside.

"- and the winner is therese!" the hosts announce your stage name, and the tears began flowing out of your eyes.

You finally made it!

Your manager presses a kiss to your cheek, before helping you gather your gowns and walk to the stage. The hosts give you the award - muttering a few words of congratulations.

You walk up the podium, staring at the faces of your peers. A decade ago, you were the one watching them on the screen - and now you were one of them.

You stare at the camera, with tears still flowing down your eyes. "Daemon, baby we did it!" was the first thing you said, and the crowd erupts into a second round of cheers.

"I want to thank everyone especially the academy, my co-workers, the directors, the writers and the producers. I couldn't have done it without you." you thanked, wiping the tears away from your eyes using a small handkerchief.

"I want to thank all of my fans for supporting me. I'm so sorry, I didn't prepare a speech because I thought Meryl Streep would win. I'm just really glad to be among these women today." you smiled, knowing that he was watching you from the screen.

theresesupporter NAUR cuz who tf is Damon?

MicheleTheMonsterFromHell not ya'll acting shocked that therese has a bf, we didn't even know her real name until last year 💀

SullyFarts_8: IMAGINE SHE'S MARRIED WITH KIDS - MicheleTheMonsterFromHell: I wouldn't be surprised 💀

Therese_Ismy.mommydom My #1 suspect as therese's bf

BenjaminButtons_11: OR Daemon Targaryen - Therese_Ismy.mommydom: Who?? - BenjaminButtons_11: The guy who basically owns half of the trade industry 💀 he's famous in europe/south america cuz he acted in that one telenovela as a teen - Therese_Ismy.mommydom: nty i think it's matt damon 😁

Daemon settles down beside you with a pout on his face. "What's wrong?" you ask while editing his face on the body of a Pokemon. "Everyone thinks that you're dating Matt Damon," he huffs while browsing through his Ipad Air.

A loud laugh escapes your mouth.

"#DamonandTherese, #ThereseDamon," he continued reading the trending hashtags on Twitter. "- you should've said my full name." he pouted, and you pressed a soft kiss on his cheek. "Daemon Targaryen, I love you." you hum, placing your phone on the table and wrapping both of your arms around him.

thereseupdates: Matt Damon and Therese in 'Adjustment Bureau'.

TygaTyger: 💀 I THOUGHT IT WAS A JOKE

therese: 💜

Missusssususus: I don't think it's a joke anymore, also THERESE HAS AN INSTA!! WAR IS OVER

therese: my first instagram post ! (first pic: after the haircut/vacation) (second pic: before the haircut/pre-vacation) taken by @helaenas_photography

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DaemonTargaryen: Now, about that Matt Damon guy...🧐

thereseupdates: OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OGM

puppygogo "Daemon Targaryen is currently worth $900 Million" CHILEE mom get the bag 💅🏻

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Why you don't like the ship of harwin and rhaenyra? He is the only man in her lifes who treat her kindly and show actual love. All the other, like viserys criston daemon ecc, treat her like shit

Hello, anon. I agree with you about every single man in her life treating Rhaenyra horribly but Harwin is no different.

He's her sworn shield after Criston is called by Alicent's side, her supposed "champion". But the show gave us so little about him that I literally cannot, for the life of me, grasp the love this man gets. All we get of him is that he's basically a glorified boytoy, what Criston would've been had he put Rhaenyra before his honour.

From the books, we know that several sisters of his are Rhae's ladies-in-waiting, his father is the Hand when Otto leaves for a brief period of time and he's generally at court for long before Rhaenyra marries. This makes Harwin the man who watched her grow up, GROW UP. She was a KID when he started buzzing around her or her court.

The first time they interact in the show, it's when Harwin gives her that (nothing short of disgusting other than impressed imo) when she's back to the camp with a boar during Aegon's name day, the second is a year later when he tackles her in the streets, mistaking her for a boy when she's out with Daemon. He lets her go when he spots him. Timeskip happens, we learn that they're lovers and they have three kids together.

Where's the buildup?????? Where's the reason for me to love them as a couple or him as Rhae's partner???? Must we assume he started getting the hots for her when he saw her drenched in blood in that camp? SHE WAS F*CKING 16!

Also, let's not pretend he did anything to help besides warming her bed and making her a mother of 3 before she hit 25. He knew there were rumors, he was pretty much aware of what people thought and what he, Rhae and their kids were risking. Guess what he did about it? Absolutely f*cking nothing.

He didn't marry, he didn't go back to Harrenhall, he acted defensive when his father brought the question up.

Viserys and Alicent sending him away was what it took for him to finally back away from this girl. After, obviously, screwing everything up astronomically. You can go after Criston's bitterness all you want, you can call him jealous (honestly I don't think he is, but that's for another post). But his reaction in the fields is nothing short of ridiculous imo.

What did Criston say? That he was protecting Luke like a father would rather than a trainer. A provocation, a comment that should've flew right in and out of Harwin's ears, if he was as honourable as the fandom makes him out to be. He could've said that it doesn't take being the child's father to notice how callously he's treating him. It could've turned into a meme-worth scene of two men absolutely hating each other's guts but seething right from their asses about not being able to just leap and tear at each other for all they're worth.

What would be wrong? Being called his son's father, great heavens. He could've just went "oh shit" and could've walked away after making sure baby Luke was okay, but what did he did? He handed Criston's ass to him, which was exactly what he wanted.

This man viewed that comment as disrespect to his honor, a stain in his pride. Because being pointed out as a rumored ( not really rumored to him, he knows he is, which just makes it worse) bastard's father is DISGRACEFUL to him. He knows EXACTLY what Rhaenyra, the heir, risks, and does nothing but worsen her position further. If he cared about those kids, or if he was just deluding himself into playing happy family with her, I can't say.

I don't think he hates them, mind you. I'm not here to dehumanize him. They're his own flesh and blood, he loves them, he wishes to love them and be in his life like a father should. I think it's (rightfully) a pain in the ass watching another man raise your children. He could've done it to protect Luke, but it's not his job to remind Criston that insinuating that Rhaenyra has sired bastards is treason. That outburst was unnecessary, at least to me. It did nothing but worsen everything. Knowing Alicent, and how she made Criston apologize for calling Rhae a c*nt with a simple glare, SHE'D scold that rascal good the moment she hears of it.

Harwin would hold back, at the very least, if he actually lived up to TB's standards. For Rhae, Jace, Luke and Joff's sake. I'm not going to act like Rhae is innocent but fuck anyone who thinks she's the only one at fault. She was barely an adult when they started interacting.

BONUS:

*chef's kiss* Unforgettable. As if being from a lower class is the only bad thing there is about the dude you were beating to a pulp just three seconds ago. Although that's less about Harwin and Rhae and more about Harwin but whatever.

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WAITING FOR A BUS

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Reader, Daemon Targaryen x Reader (MODERN)

Description: A new promotion at work prompts you to move into a small modest town with your boyfriend, Aemond Targaryen. There you meet a few friendly faces. It seems like life is going where it's supposed to. That is until you meet your new boss, Daemon Targaryen, who is your boyfriend's estranged uncle.

It doesn't help with the fact that you've been having dreams about him since birth.

TW: MENTIONS OF NON-CON AND TORTURE.

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Aemond circles his uncle like a hunter about to murder his prey. He was glaring at the other man — threatening to strike.

"Didn't I warn you?" he opens his mouth to speak, as they both walked down the stairs. His voice was low, afraid that an outsider could eavesdrop on their conversation. "Who are you to warn me?" the man replies, venom dripping from his tone.

Aemond lets out a sarcastic chuckle. They were equals now — both having the same rights in society. "I'm her fucking boyfriend." he curses, his fingers curl up — palms turning white from his clenched fist. "If you think that there's a god-fucking connection between you, then you're fucking wrong. She's mine, Daemon." he glared preparing to strike the man and throw him down the stairs.

Daemon's posture changes, he suddenly grows a few more inches. He was wearing your unicorn sweater. It should've made him look stupid, but it made him look scary. "She's yours for now. But once she remembers all the bullshit you did — let's just say that your days are numbered." his uncle growled, shifting the tides between them.

They stared at each other — none of them daring to look away. It was a show of dominance. To see who was stronger.

One-thousand one.

One-thousand two.

One thousand three.

Aemond looks away.

"I missed the little boy that you were." Daemon taunted while placing his hands on his pocket — showing his nephew that he was a threat.

"He was weak, uncle."

"He still is, Aemond."

———

DAEMON 8:29PM If you need somewhere to go to. I'm right here.

(YOUR NAME) 8:30PM Did something happen? I'm sorry about Aemond. 😅

DAEMON 8:30PM It's alright. I'm worried about you.

(YOUR NAME) 8:31PM Worried about me?

DAEMON 8:31PM I got you into a bit of a conundrum with your boyfriend.

(YOUR NAME) 8:32PM It's OK. Did he say something?

DAEMON 8:32PM No...It's fine.

You read out his message. A sigh escaped your lips, and you turned your phone off. Aemond's possessiveness was a problem to everyone around you. It was an obstacle in making friends with the other gender. He was always jealous and angry. It was infuriating.

The door slams behind you. He enters the room with a slight bruise on his lower lip. "What happened?" you were quick to be at his side. Hands reaching to cup his cheeks — he pushes you away.

"I'm disappointed, (Your name)." he whispers while taking his coat off and throwing it on the floor. He walks towards the couch, ignoring your existence. "Why?" your voice cracked, and you sit beside him.

You wanted to be loved by him. You craved his attention. And he was always sure to pull it away when you were both in heaven. "For starters, you invited a man in our house." he scoffs while looking at the other direction. "He's just a friend, Aem." you plead trying to touch him, but he moves his body.

"Why do you have to spend that much time with him?" he accused, and your face turned red with anger. "Can I not spend time with my friends?!" you raised your voice and he pretended to flinch at the sound. "Do not raise your voice at me. I can hear you perfectly fine." he gritted his teeth, eyes glaring daggers into your features.

"I want to spend time with my friends. I'm always swallow in so much work." you complained while getting up to lock yourself inside your room — he pulls your arm, forcing you to sit down on the couch. "Spend time with friends that I like. Larys and Arryk are your friends too." he reasoned staring deep into your eyes.

He wanted you to himself. To isolate you from people that would otherwise call him controlling, manipulative, and narcissistic. That was the reason you moved away from your old town — because your friends kept telling you to run away from him. To break his heart and leave him in the air.

"They are — but am I not allowed to have more friends?" you question bitterly, eyes wet with tears that were threatening to spill. He shakes his head in disbelief. "You are — but do you have to welcome them inside our house? You even let him borrow your sweater." he reasoned, while pulling your body closer to him.

"You know damn well that Daemon wants to fuck you. I see it in his eyes." he cursed, pulling the blame solely on you. He was chauvinist. He believed that something was right because he believed in it.

"Are you calling me a slut?" you ask, voice cracking and coming out as a whisper.

He was silent. Not bothering to comfort you.

You stare away in disbelief. You stomp away to your room, loudly pulling the suitcase out of your closet. Filling it with clothes that you were going to use away from him. You hated Aemond right now. You wanted to get away from him — but the thought of breaking up with him didn't enter your mind. Not until you took out your phone. Fingers lazily grazing the keypad as you couldn't see clearly from the tears that were blurring your vision.

(YOUR NAME) 9:00PM pick me up pls

DAEMON 9:00PM I'm coming.

You read out his message, knees giving up as you fall into the ground. Aemond was a fucking devil — a disease sent from hell to give you a bad time. You could bare his insults. You were thick skinned. He called you dumb, stupid and ugly at times but they weren't enough to drive you away. Not until he implied that you were a whore — a slut who was 'asking for it'.

There was a knock on your bedroom door.

"Babe, come out." Aemond whispers, slowly feeling guilty of the words he said to you. "I'm sorry. I — I didn't meant that." he reasoned, feeling a lump on his throat as he continued to apologize. He didn't want to drive you away — after all, his influence on you would dim. "Please, give me space. I can't look at you right now." you whispered in return. Your phone pinged, and you stared at it. Wiping your tears away.

DAEMON 9:05PM I'm here.

You take your suitcase and a few bags. Aemond was cooped inside the bathroom — crying too. He gave you enough time to make an escape. You opened the door — the wind-chimes created a small melody, alerting your boyfriend of your escape.

The door to the bathroom opens, and you bolt outside of the apartment. You didn't know why you were running away from him. It was muscle-memory. You were running towards the stairs, but the scenery changes and suddenly you were in another place.

You were in Harenhall. Inside a forest — he was chasing you with his wolves. "(Your name)!" Aemond yells out as a pack of hungry wolves ran beside him. You were good with location. You were able to make-out where he was.

A wolf howls in the foreground. You could see his shadow on top of the tree. "(Your name)! You may be an expert hider, but my wolves see everything." he yelled out with a small chuckle. You held your breath, praying to the gods that the mud was enough to cover your scent. They circle the tree a few times — the wolves seemed hesitant to rat you out.

He hits them with a large whip. The cries of wolves masked your cries of pain. There was a large gash on your side — the result of stabbing yourself in an attempt to ease yourself with this hell of a life. Aemond looks up — feeling blood dribble down the bark of the tree.

There was a crooked smile on his face as he sees your (hair color) locks peeking through the leaves. "(Your name)." he says this time, his voice was moderated — concentrated on one place since he knew where you were. The wolves howled again. His hands reached for your body.

Pulling you.

Pulling you back into reality. Daemon shakes your body, seeing the tears trailing down your face and the luggage that you left on the floor of the parking-lot. Your pupils returned to their original size, and you buried your face inside his chest. "Daemon." you sobbed as he looks behind you to see the shadow of your boyfriend lingering.

He glares at Aemond, picking up the discarded bags on the floor. He opens the door to his car. Placing the bags on the back-seat. He didn't want to be occupied with putting them in the trunk — Aemond could come and get you.

He opens the door to the front-seat. Settling beside you, wiping the tears away from your eyes. "Do we need to go to the hospital? Are you in pain?" he asked with concern and you shake your head. "I remembered something again. I don't know if it's true." you sobbed while shaking your head, in trauma of the memory that came back to you. "H-he was hunting me." you stuttered and his eyes darkened.

"Who?" he inquired, while starting the car.

"Aemond, but that's not the first time I remembered something bad about him." you admitted. "What did he do?" Daemon inquired, feeling his eyes darken with every word that you confess. "He touched, he forced me to do something." you sobbed, burying your face in your hands.

Daemon swore in that parking lot. He was going to kill Aemond — the law be damned, the police be damned. He touched his woman. He hurt his girl — and he was going to pay. "I'm scared of him, Dae. I don't want to go back there." you shudder grabbing into his arm.

He takes a deep breath. "You'll never see him again, I promise." he vows while pressing a kiss to your forehead.

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