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fragileheartbeats · 29 days

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"your a woman, you supposed to take Rhaenyra's side!!"

My dude, why would you discriminate for her just because she's a woman? You guys just go blind because she's a woman. You're the one who give her a pass because she's a woman.

I never understood these feminist fight.

Feminism is about equality, but nothing was equal between Aegon and Rhaenyra.

Their childhood and adolescence were different like the earth and the sky. Their age, their marriage, the way others treated them and in short everything about them was unequal.

When reading F&B I didn't care much for Aegon when he was introduced as this lazy, unambitious sot. But as the war progressed I couldn't help but notice his resilience, courage and intelligence and root for him.

Look at what Aegon was like in the earlier parts of F&B. He drank a lot, groped and pinched serving girls, potentially fathered multiple unacknowledged bastards, and was an all-round dick. He wasn’t as fierce as Aemond, as courteous as Daeron, or as gentle as Helaena. He started a fight at the family feast when Jace offered a dance to Helaena (the same wife whom he was serially unfaithful to). While the Greens launched their coup, he was at some degenerate “revels”. When Aemond murdered 13-year-old Luke, he threw a celebration and called it “a good start.”

But after the Dance’s actual battles began, Aegon really lived up to his title! He had Criston Cole capture Duskendale and Rook’s Rest, and then fought on Sunfyre to take out Rhaenys when she fell for the bait. Despite his crippling injuries, he survived. Even after his sons were butchered and King’s Landing fell, he fought on. Aegon and Sunfyre recovered on Dragonstone, with Sunfyre killing Grey Ghost along the way. Then Aegon and his forces took the castle under the Blacks’ noses. He and Sunfyre won yet another dragon battle against Baela. And again Aegon clings onto life in the face of crippling injuries. Then he traps and kills Rhaenyra while uttering a fantastic line "Rhaenyra: My lords will find me. Aegon: If they search the seven hells mayhaps." He returns to KL as King. The various self-proclaimed monarchs and the Shepherd are promptly defeated. It is a hell of a comeback considering Aegon’s state when he left the capital.

It's remarkable how quickly he grows into his role as king and how devoted to his cause he becomes by the end. He is determined to reclaim his father's throne, to restore order to kings landing by putting down the rebellion and punishing the insurgents, make peace with his enemies, he already plans to marry a Baratheon girl not for love but for duty to get an heir again. From the irresponsible, lazy drunk he supposedly was you would expect him to be vain, selfish and hedonistic, someone who only pursues his own pleasure and expects others to do the hard work, but no the hardships and responsibilities shaped him into someone who takes duty seriously. Even though prone to make rash, and imprudent decisions he also had the favourable quality to listen to the counsel of wiser and more experienced people around him and nearly always follows their advice. I think towards the end of the Dance it's painfully clear he is a better ruler than Rhaenyra.

Aegon had a 13 to 4 dragon disadvantage and a 53 to 28 House disadvantage, does this seems equal to you? Yet he still won (now if you wanna tell me "But Rhaenyra's lineage continued" pls shut your mouth because we are talking about the winner of war and the win you guys are so proud of is a fucking joke)

It’s hard for me to call him a bad King because he was given the worst situation of any King in Westerosi history with a civil war where you’re at a disadvantage starting out. The Greens should’ve been steamrolled but thanks to Aegon resiliency and Rhaenyra’s incompetent they weren’t.

People show you who they really are when they are tested and things are not going their way. Rhaenyra was tested and failed to rise to the occasion every single time. I find Rhaenyra utterly, utterly pathetic, without any redeeming quality as a ruler, as a person, as a woman.

By marrying and having kids with Daemon, she pretty much guaranteed a three-way civil war between Daemon's sons, her bastards, and her brothers the minute she dropped dead. So it doesn't matter if it was Aegon who sat on iron throne, this war was supposed to happen.

We saw Rhaenyra rule. She was a disaster. A ruler who puts their selfish desires above duty will always be a disaster. That's what Rhaenyra was: a selfish entitled person who didn't give a fuck about anyone other than herself. It's a miracle she had such decent kids.

Rhaenyra had a better council. The Sea Snake was wealthy and powerful, Rhaenys was beloved by many and respected as well. Meanwhile, Aegon's advisors were mostly Hightower cronies and quite a few were motivated mostly to spite Rhaenyra. Yet she fucked that up.

Rhaenyra literally was kicked out of the throne because people were tired of her reign, no one had this opposition besides Maegor.

People also like to excuse her cruelty and stupidity during her brief reign as a queen because she lost her children during the war. But Rhaenyra was a selfish entitled person long before she became queen or lost any of her kids. She wanted Aemond, who was just a boy, punished for calling her boys bastards, which they were. She murdered and advocated torture to keep up the lie. Let's not forget how she murdered Vaemond Velaryon for speaking up against Lucerys inheriting Driftmark ahead of trueborn Velaryons.

Or how she ignored the entire reason she was made heir by marrying Daemon anyway when she was made heir to keep that psychopath from the throne. All these things happened before Rhaenyra lost any of her children or got usurped. The losses didn't change her. They just worsened what she already was.

She ordered daily executions, established "knights inquisitors" to hunt down innocent children, would not offer peace terms, imposed ridiculous taxes while throwing a lavish birthday party for her son, and then tried to have her allies murdered.

She is insanely selfish - am I the only one who thinks she's a very very scary narcissist? Never in the whole course of her life has she had a single concern about others - it's always about herself, her children who she sees as an extension of herself. Even the great narcissist Cersei has shown some small sympathy towards Sansa when she was engaged to Joffrey. She never even bothered to visit or care for her father, instead she was chilling with her creepy uncle on Dragonstone.

She uses and manipulates, and tramples over others and treats her allies like absolute garbage. Corlys Velaryon was first grandcucked, then got his son murdered either by her or her husband, then got his granddaughters deprived of their birthrights and betrothed to bastards. Yet for some reason still supports his great abuser. What did he get in return? Being thrown in the black cells for trying to save the life of his innocent and loyal bastard son.

She inspires zero loyalty and devotion from either her people or the nobles. She insults important nobles who have never offended her, doesn't make alliances, calls the small folk scum and taxes them to death. No wonder they call her Queen Maegor and threw her out of the city. She doesn't make one single selfless and smart political decision. The Vale and the North might have supported her on paper - they hardly did anything until the war was almost over - she had no real allies except some semi-god Rivermen who were scared into supporting her by Daemon.

She is an utter coward and liar. Her youngest son and teenage stepdaughter both took to dragon back before her, as she hid like a coward and sent others to die for her. She took it for granted that others should die for her ungrateful and pathetic cause. She gaslights others into lying about her bastards' parentage and maims/executes everyone who disagrees.

She is a cruel, stupid and atrocious ruler with zero redeeming quality. She filled her council with idiots like Bartimus Celtigar and some Kingsguard/Commander who don't know a single thing about ruling. She listened to the counsel of that child-murderer Mysaria. She never made allies or made sensible political decisions. Her eldest son Jace has ten times her diplomatic skills.

She was extremely cruel during her short reign as Queen. She beheaded people daily, filled the city with terror, imposed crazy taxes including taxes on bastards, imprisoned any dissenters, made people pay to watch executions, threw a feast while people starved and resulted in all the dragons being killed.

She never defends the rights of other women, she thinks she is the special exception to the patriarchy. Just ask Lord Rosby's daughter. She usurps her stepdaughter's birthright in favor of her bastards.

She fully deserved her fate, because she spent her whole life avoiding duty and responsibility, using, abusing and manipulating those closest to her, ruled like a tyrant and led to the extinction of her dynasty.

Tell me one positive quality of this utter failure of a Targaryen has and I will refute you.

Aegon suffered much more than Rhaenyra but he didn't give up, all these events only made him grow and become stronger unlike Rhaenyra who fucked everything up and got worse day by day. He lived in real world and knows if he don't fight for himself no one gonna do that, but Rhaenyra was still on her I'm my daddy's princess so I do whatever the fuck that I want era. like a leech, Rhaenyra relied on others to survive, she was delulu. Oh did I mention she sold her crown and ran away like a coward? Did I mention Aegon had to clean the mess that she made?

And did you guys noticed almost all the rulers after Aegon II are mad, stupid, useless, coward? Just like Rhaenyra.

Now you can disagrees with me, that's ok but don't even try to fight with me about her or try to change my mind because it's not gonna work. Idk about you but I don't want my feminist icon to be someone like Rhaenyra.

Oh and if you wanna use "but Aegon was a rapist" card go read the fucking book or this post.

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howdoesagrapewrites · 4 months

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𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐕 ✴️

Taglist: @faespace @baellabass @ejs398

Plot: Imagine being the legitimized bastard of Daemon Targaryen, and having a very devoted family.

Cw: incest/targcest, yandere/lovesick behavior, unhealthy relationships, platonic and romantic yanderes, not everyone is romantically involved with reader, yandere EVERYONE x reader, sexual content, no actual smut, mentions of noncon

>Alicent and her children had been guarding your sleep the whole night, the night of the king's passing

>Aemond saw his mother just observe you while displaying an unreadable expression, he prides himself with being able to decipher people and use it to his benefit, but this time, his mother seemed out of reach to him. If he had to guess, she was attempting to treat you like a pawn, trying to dehumanize you to gain control over the political situation, and she was failing

>For his part, his thoughts while observing you, were much tainted he was watching your chest rise with every breath, examining your boobs and how they would slightly change shape when you laid on your back, much rounder. He would love if his mother and sister left to grope and caress, even just over the cloth, even for just a minute. Just a minute to smell your skin, your natural scent now free of the perfumes you would wear to fit in court

>He would love to have a minute, but he wants a whole life, Aemond is sure not even growing old with you would leave him satisfied, he would look for you again

>He wondered what would you think of him, he has a plethora of fantasies depending on your reactions. The most obvious one, disgust. He would cage you his his arms, hold your wrists with one hand while using the other to rid you of the bothersome clothing, sucking and biting at your neck, then your niples. You resist, but he is able to bring you pleasure regardless, some of your screams turn into moans and by the time he's kissing below your navel and starting to use a finger to play with your slit, your pleas of "no" and "please do not" are almost automatic, you do want him to go down on you, but you continue to chant the words as if to preserve what's left of purity

>But that fantasy would soon get old, he wished to exert power over you, yet have you willingly submit

>If you could only look at him the same way that you used to while consoling him over his lack of a mount

>Helaena was there as well, Jahaera and Jahaerys had been brought by her, but taken to bed by the maids in no time

>Helaena sung intelligible songs while playing with the threads in-between her fingers, for the little audible parts, Aemond heard the songs speak of dragons, swords, fire and blood

>His mother had arranged for Aegon to usurp the throne, he would never say this out loud, he knows his brother is a usurper, but he encourages this, as he wants the strong bastards away from the line of succession as one can be. Better off dead, but that's too much to ask

>Everything was in place, except for the king. Aegon was missing, «of course Aegon was missing» he thought

>Otto wanted to send ser Criston to find him, but Alicent protested it would leave you alone. They went back and forth until Otto said they would entrust Daeron with your guard. Aemond rolled his eye.

>Helaena had left without him noticing, possibly to mother the twins and whatnot

>He was in his mother's chambers, Otto alongside her, discussing the future of the realm. «This is the real small council» he said to himself

>"I will find Aegon, mother" said Aemond

>"That is already taken care of, Ser Criston will not rest until-" Otto spoke

>"He doesn't know where Aegon is, I do"

>"Then speak at once, boy" Aemond grimaced at the words of his grandsire

>"I am not to speak, I am to search, this is matter that requires involvement" he paused "But I want something"

>"We shall send Ser Criston, you will join if he fails"

>"And waste all that time? He may be as well as dead halfway through ser Criston's crusade"

>"Name your prize" Otto replied, breathing defeat in every syllable

>"You will hear it after" Aemond saw Otto arch an eyebrow and open his mouth to speak "Do not worry, I have no interest on the crown, or land, or titles, I would have acted before had been that my goal" His mother urged him to speak, but he had to remain silent, he was sure she would understand

>Him and the royal guard were underdressed in rags to blend in, Aemond wore a cape to cover his silver mane

>He had to endure the obnoxious Cole knocking on every brothel door like he was a lost peasant

>He was very uncomfortable when he found the madam of that one place, staying stiff and shivering under his cold facade

>He thanked the seven you could not see him like that, weak

>Once they found the White Worm, she said the prince would be handed over a ridiculous sum that they bargained

>But before they could leave with Aegon, he remembered something. The White Worm weaves silk through far and wide in the realm. The White Worm who is the paramour of the prince of the city, the White Worm that could have been your mother

>Aemond would order extra vigilance on you that night, while Misarya was known to be a slimy, untrustworthy woman, she had never been known to betray Daemon, or to betray gold for that matter, and Daemon was not going to skimp on you

>He had to say he was anything but surprised when he learned of that idiotic scheme of his brother to leave the city. Aemond imagined he'd waste his small fortune on whores as soon as he arrived, feast with men who are just waiting for him to surrender his better judgement to a glass of wine, then steal whatever is left. He always thought Aegon would likely die with his pants on his knees, possible covered in vomit and other fluids, choking on a chicken bone, or something as meaningless as a cherry pit, his women would steal his gold and he'd die slowly, lonely, pathetically, he had to say the idea did not displeased him too much

>But then, he could only cash his prize if he retrieved him, in one piece no less

>Aegon had returned, being almost locked up in his chambers, and the death of Viserys continued a secret to the world until the preparations for Aegon's ascension were finished. By the third day, the corpse of his father started to stink, he had already been rotting in life, and death was not stopping that. He looked at the king, he found him graceless, he had nothing, he was an absent king and absent father, Aemond would do better if he had the chance

>A couple hours after Aegon's arrival, you had woken up, almost immediately you were taken from your room and (to your perspective) randomly put on another, the maids insisted it was for your safety, and you decided to not waste a breath asking them questions that were for someone else. You wanted to see Alicent, and you wanted to see Viserys

>No one would give you answers, and you had no way of communicating with your family, not your father or even your family in the castle, for that matter, you only had ser Criston as a form of familiarity, not even your usual maids were to be seen anywhere. Even though you did not wish to think of it, it was probably because Aegon had chosen them to place his "affections"

>The second night you were awake and isolated, you commanded sir Criston to come into your room and talk to you, give you whatever detail of information he had. He refused again and again, with excuses of how he answered to the queen only, how he was to the door to protect you, how it was improper

>But he ended up giving in

>He told you all he could say, was that the king had died, and that now a conflict of ink and ravens was arising

>You wept the lost of your uncle, and (awkwardly) ser Criston put a hand on your shoulder, ghosting over it. And he told you to fear not, you were in good hands

>You wanted to believe him, you did

>Back to Aemond, he had come to speak with his mother as soon as he was done arranging your room transfer. He felt accomplished by commanding, especially when commanding for your well-being. Alicent knew what Aemond would ask for, and she had tried to ready herself to hear it

>"I want lady Y/N, wed her to me" he did little to stop the smile growing on his lips

>Alicent could have said many things, but she just asked her son one thing. "Do you understand the consequences, Aemond?"

>He nodded, he did not care, if the consequences of taking you were fire and blood, so be it. Never in the seven kingdoms had existed a more lovely lady, and Aemond was only blind in one eye

>He wanted to marry her before Aegon's crowning, and he had threatened to get the supreme septon to do it in secret if he had to, he was smart, and knew it was just a matter of time before Daemon and Rhaenyra caught wind of everything, and he will not lose you

>Daeron had come to face him, Aemond never thought he had the balls to do it

>Whining about his lack of honor, how he was stealing their cousin, dragging them when she was practically engaged to him already

>Aemond let his anger simmer, he smiled while the boiling blood warmed his body, the delicious liquid reminding he was alive, he lived for the taste of rage, his or from others

>"Worry not, little brother, you can now take your vows as a white cloak, so you can become my wife's sworn sword and stand behind her door when she and I share our bedchamber"

>Daeron reached for his sword, he did the same

>"Uh uh, are you sure?" He teased while Daeron seemed on the verge of tears (sadness, ire, who knows)

>His younger brother simply walked away from him, in shame

>You were losing your mind in confusion, and no tantrums from you were enough for the servants to let you leave your chambers to visit Viserys' corpse

>So imagine your surprise when the maids came with shiny new silks, to dress you for your wedding day

>Two ladies, one named Olivya Swann and one named Celesse Hightower, announced themselves as your new ladies in waiting. They said your measures were needed to confect a wedding gown for you, you refused to strip until they spoke and told you what was going on, you felt bad for them, as they were clearly not the ones to blame for the mayhem

>It took a while, the maids genuinely did not know much, the orders came from above and they obeyed. But it was Celesse who finally broke down. They were sent to aid the preparations for your wedding to prince Aemond

>You had to sit down on the bed, your head was spinning around, now there was nothing to do, you were a prisoner in King's Landing. And it was easy to put two and two together, they were not planning to bend the knee to Rhaenyra, and you were there as a pawn in their twisted game of chess

>You yelled at the women to leave you alone, and despite their attempts to calm you down, you ordered them to go. You knew they would come back later, but you simply could not stand there like nothing was happening

>How could Alicent allow this? If they wanted to marry you to the greens, why Aemond? It was clear you and Daeron had far more in common, and comments were made about betrothing you to him, why Aemond?

>Aemond was cruel, and you could never decipher what he wanted from you, he took pleasure on hurting your family, and you were further perplexed on why would he want to marry a bastard

>Maybe he was being forced to marry you too, it would have made you almost sympathetic if it were not for his previous actions

>You tried to sleep, you layed fully dressed on the bed without covering yourself with the blankets

>You dreamt of nothing, and were awaken once again by the maids looking to measure you

>They came in, and helped you undress as to avoid the measures be altered by the thick of your clothing

>You were sleepy and docile, allowing them to carefully place the meter in your waist, bust, hips and shoulders, they also measured your arms

>Olivya presented you with squares of several luxury fabrics, one stack was several shades of white, and the other was a similar amount of shades of green.

>You did not let the opportunity slip, this would probably be the one choice you would have on your marriage

>You made your ladies show you each and every square of fabric, you took all the time in the world. Finally, the chosen ones were pearl white with emerald and laurel green. The colors reminded you of your dragon, you missed him so much, but the gods only know where he could be, he was too large for the dragonpit and therefore set free, he would have come to your calling once you left with your family, that was what was supposed to happen

>You spent three more days locked away, at least you had Olivya and Celesse now. Celesse came from Oldtown, she was the daughter of Hobert Hightower, you made her tell you stories of Daeron, as you were unable to see him. You fondly smiled when thinking of him, your dragon knight

>Olivya was from the stormlands, but she had been raised in King's Landing, as her uncle was serving in court, and she was brought to keep company to princess Helaena

>You told them of Pentos, then of Dragonstone, you told them of your little brothers, so small and cute, you also told them about dragons, you told them about your home, in all its meaning

>Three days after the measuring, the wedding gown was ready, you were amazed, and wondered how many people had been working in full speed in order to complete such an intricate piece in so little time. There was pearls and little gems embroided in the translucent sleeves, a green dress, a beautiful Hightower green dress

>Celesse spoke highly of your soon-to-be husband, telling tales of his skill with the sword and his intelligence

>Olivya told you you would enjoy married life, that the prince was a fine suitor with "admirable manners"

>You remained silent, luckily, your saddened face was covered by a white veil

>What you saw could hardly be called a ceremony, there was Alicent, Aemond and a septon. You slowly walked towards the altar, and recited the vows you had learned when fantasizing as a little girl, none of your fantasies happened this way

>Like always, Aemond was unreadable, and you did not care to try to read him anymore

>There was no feast, no celebration, nothing remotely similar to the wedding ceremony of a prince

>Like everything around the castle, it was rushed, poorly done and with second intentions behind it

>You struggled to look at Alicent, she was dear to you once, but now you debate whether should you trust her

>During the dreaded wedding night, you expected Aemond to humiliate you, to take you by force and call you names, to degrade you

>Anxiety pooled in your stomach, and your eyes burned as you tried to hold tears in

>But instead, he kissed your hand and laid next to you, not even touching you

>You must disgust him, he was forced to marry you, and he has no interest in you, you thought you found yourself in the position of Rhea Royce

>But you could speak plainly to Aemond, you always had

>"An unconsummated marriage can be easily annulled" you pointed out

>"You don't sound at all aroused with the idea, you appear hardly seductive" Aemond replied

>Aemond sat down on the bed, you copied him

>"I am not Aegon, I found screams for help less than enticing. Besides, you would never love me if I raped you" he stated as if he was talking about his day

>"Who says I love you now?" Maybe you should have not been so bold, but you were

>"We are married, you'll learn to do it eventually"

>"As humble as ever. Then let me ask why I should I love you, and you are free not to"

>"I love you, Y/N" you could feel the scorching heat coming from his eye, the sapphire shone in the candlelight. You were speechless, it would have been hard to believe if he wasn't gazing at you so intensely, he carefully took your hand in his

>"You have not acted as such" was the only thing you thought to answer

>"I am not Daeron" your eyes widen in shame. It is not unfaithfulness, yet shame makes you feel as if it is "But again, you have not treated me like you treated Daeron, have you?" He knew what he was doing to you

>"He never called me a bastard"

>Despite the topics of conversation, you both remained calmed, vulnerable in the cocoon of the sheets, your hand was still intertwined with his

>"Neither have I" he squeezed your hand a little

>"But you continue to humiliate Jace, Luke and Joffrey for it"

>"And I paid with my eye. And with you" you look at him confused after he says that, so he continues "After I bonded with Vhagar, you pushed me away, you never forgave me for it"

>"You never asked for forgiveness"

>"And I will not, not for what I did, but perhaps the way I did it"

>You and your husband talked for what it felt like days, for what it felt like years of lost time

>By the hour of the nightingale, you felt like you married one man and now lay with another. Despite his hardened exterior, you now smile at Aemond the way you did once when you were children

>"We still have time to make this wedding night exciting, my lady wife" he smiled mischievously, you looked at him with slight distrust, hoping he was not expecting sex after all that heartfelt talk "would do me the honor of flying with me?" You smiled

>"Dagahrion is not here"

>"There's plenty of room in Vhagar, I ride the largest dragon in the world"

>"You clearly have not seen mine lately" you teased

>"I suppose we'll have to clear that matter once he returns"

>You dressed up and sneaked into the dragonpit, this kind of mischief made you think of happier days, made you forget about the mess

>You missed Vhagar, she used to be Laena's, and she remembered you

>You rode with Aemond until sunrise, in that moment it was just the three of you. No marriage, no usurpation, no conflicts, nothing but the wind in your faces

>Until you had to come back, and you found the preparations for Aegon's coronation being set in place

>"This is outrageous, disgraceful, illicit! This is simply- this is bullshit, Aemond!" You shouted to him once alone "Aegon will be the worst king since Maegor and you know that"

>"I am not the one who sat him on that throne, don't you shout at me for it"

>"It's true, but you are not doing anything to stop it, Rhaenyra should be crowned"

>"Of, course, then Jacaerys Strong can become protector of the realm" he snickered sarcastically

>"May his father be Ser Harwin, Laenor or the damn mushroom, we are sure he is of Rhaenyra and that is what matters"

>"If he was born of Rhaenyra's husband then it truly would not matter if his sire is mushroom or whoever may he be, he is a bastard"

>"So am I! Appoint me leader of the bastard council If you want, because I will defend his claim to the throne, Rhaenyra is the heir and you and I know Aegon is a depraved drunk"

>"Bastard or not, you are my wife, and I will not argue anymore, you are mine now. And when you are called, I want you pretty and smiling when witnessing his coronation, because your husband says so" you had not even realized when he had caged you against the wall, his eyes burning with rage. No trace left of the man you spent last night with

>"Yes, my prince" was all you said. He nodded, kissed your forehead and left the room

>Your father used to call the court "the nest of vipers" and now you understand, the only way to survive was playing their game

>You called in for Olivya and Celesse. Told them to dress you and arrange you to attend Aegon's coronation

>You were pleasant, smiling when you had to, staying right at your husband's side, one may think of you as tame

>You even let Aemond fancy himself your hero, standing before you when Meleys interrumpted the ceremony

>Rhaenys looked at you, you knew she could not steal you away from this, so in her eyes, you imagined her apology

>You decided you will come back to your family, and so, after Aegon's coronation, you told Alicent you needed to go to the Sept, being so throughly shaken. As Aemond said you needed to be guarded all day long, you asked for Daeron to accompany you. Aemond would have never allowed it, but Aemond was not there, he was with the small council talking about recruiting the loyalty of different houses

>Once in the Sept, after praying, you looked at Daeron, it pained you to ask

>"Do you love me, Daeron?"

>"You are married to my brother, my lady"

>"We know what happened. And I did not ask you that"

>"It is improper for us to talk this way"

>You felt rejected, but once again asked "Do you love me, Daeron?"

>"I do" he bashfully responded

>"Enough to run away with me?"

>"Don't make me choose between honor and love"

>"I fear I have to"

>"Enough to run away with you"

>"Then meet me at the dragonpit at the hour of the bat"

>"Y/N, please-"

>"I will run regardless, but I would rather you are with me"

>You rose from your knees looking at him

>He came closer, your lips were near, but not touching, you could feel his breath

>"Kiss me once we're far away, do whatever you desire then" you say before leaving the Sept

>You decided to wait in the library until it was time to go, on your way, ser Criston asked if he could scort you there, you were reluctant, but skillfully lied and said it would be a pleasure

>"My lady, may I speak plainly to you?"

>"You have my permission"

>"I saw you asked for prince Daeron to accompany you in your prayers. Please don't look for him, he loves you, my lady" he made a melancholic pause, and again, his hand ghosted over your shoulder, his face close to yours "And noble ladies only run away with the knights in tales and songs"

>"I understand"

>Ser Criston's words left you with a strange feeling, he seemed sincere, did he know something you did not? Maybe you should wait before running, maybe you should find a better way to do it

>But you remained firm, and slipped out of bed once Aemond was asleep

>You went to the dragonpit, singing to the dragons, and hoping for Dagahrion to come back, if not, you'd have to leave on Tessarion

>You heard steps, thinking it was the dragonkeepers, you hid

>"Riñaaa~" you heard Aemond's voice, and you feared. You don't know if he would be capable of doing you harm, but you'd rather keep wondering

>His voice kept chasing you, in a mocking tone

>Until he finally found you

>You were a the center, and you felt the gazes of the dragons, but by far the fiercest one was Aemond's

>He pressed you against the wall, his sword unsheathed

>His body was pressed against yours, you felt him practically vibrating with wrath

>"I have wanted you for years, yet I held back, I was patient and devoted, and you run away at the first chance you get" he spat

>"I guess we had a rocky two-day marriage" if you were dying, you were doing it with your head high

>"I should have broke you, but I was a fool" it was all tension, you did not know if he would snap, or when would he, and kill you or gravely injure you

>He grabbed your face with his sword still pressing and threatening to break your skin

>He kissed you roughly, like he wanted to mark you as well as harm you, like he was tasting both heaven and steel

>When you were recovering your breath, you spoke "will you slay me?"

>"I will take you back and treat you like the backstabbing bastard cunt you are, the way I should always have" you knew this was probably the last time you will be like this, unbroken, whole

>You missed him back, tasting all the poison inside him, it was messy, rough, teeth crashing, you took him like he was your last breath. You were just saving courage

>All that could be heard was your labored breathing, Aemond's sword never moving. You felt an ache in your chest, you were scared. You wished for the mother, the celestial mother, the one that never left you, unlike every other woman you had though of as a mother. You wished for your father, although violent and rude, unpredictable and sour, he loved you with his whole heart, body and soul

>Maybe you were just going to make a fool of yourself, you hoped so, that Aemond would just laugh at you

>You took a breath of the second-hand air, smoky and anything but clean, and when your lungs were full, you screamed so loud your throat felt raspy

>"Dracarys!"

>Dragons obey their masters, and Dagahrion was not here, so it would work, supposedly

>The last thing you saw was the startled face of your husband when all the dragons around you spat scorching hot fire and burned both bodies

>Less than an hour later, prince Daeron found your remains. Some dragonkeepers said your voice commanded all the dragons to attack, others say that it was impossible, that it must have been Vhagar trying to kill you by Aemond's command, accidentally getting caught in-between

>The death of lady Y/N Targaryen, daughter of prince Daemon Targaryen, [allegedly] at hands of her own husband, Aemond Targaryen made the dance of dragons a conflict of fire and blood

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Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader (Daughter of Rhaenyra) x Aegon II Targaryen

Masterlist Serie

Part 7

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You were still alive. But for how long? You were in and out all the time in a state of unconsciousness. Your temperature wouldn't drop no matter how many cold washcloths Alicent and the maesters put on your forehead. The nerves in the room increased every time you whispered the names of your dead brothers or called your mother. Alicent wanted to believe you were just hallucinating but the maesters thought your family was calling you to join them in death. The truth is that the maesters were not helpful, they could not detect what kind of poison you get poisoned with so they were only taking care of trying to lower your fever and wait for your death, the only maestre who seemed not to have given up on you was the same one who had helped you give birth to your children. The old man along with Egg—your little brother refused to see how another member of his family died—and Tyland Lannister —the man knew that with you dead there would be no peace and surely the northerners would attack King's Landing to avenge your death so he needed you alive—they were searching like crazy in old books for some kind of solution.

"You're not really thinking of giving her that," Aemond said angrily, coming in after his brother.

Everyone could feel the tension in the castle. Your dragon's wailing was not helping to reassure people. In addition, Baelon and Aemon could be heard crying non-stop as if they could feel that something had happened to their mother or perhaps they were distressed by the screams of the servant, the one who had given you the wine, being tortured. They had been able to locate the servant thanks to one of Larys Strong's spies.

As soon as they handed over the young man, neither of your husbands wasted time and began torturing him to get any kind of information from him. It didn't take long because the servant snapped when Aemond broke his leg. He confessed that he did not know what the antidote was or the type of poison, that he had only followed Borros Baratheon's orders in exchange for a bag of gold dragons.

Both the king and the prince wanted to continue torturing the bastard but they couldn't waste time on that, they needed to get the antidote to keep you alive, so Aegon ordered the guards to continue the torture but not to kill him.

Borros Baratheon took the longest, complaining with every blow and cut the Targaryen brothers gave him but only confessed to the crime after Aegon threatened to cut off his cock. The Lord of Storm's End believed that Aegon would marry one of his daughters since at the beginning of the war they had arranged a betrothal with Daeron Targaryen but now that he was dead he thought that the king would take his brother's place so he put on furious when the news of your nuptials reached him. He was outraged that Aegon decided to marry you instead of one of his daughters after his house had fought on the side of the greens in the war.

Lord Baratheon thought that if you died the king would again look for another wife to give him an heir. The worst thing is that the idiot didn't know what poison he poisoned you with, the only thing he said is that he got the poison through a witch. And what a great coincidence that a raven from Alys Rivers arrived with the antidote. Aegon didn't even hesitate, as soon as his brother told him that this was the antidote, he took the vial and went to your chambers.

“What's going on?” Alicent asked, she had been left alone looking after you after she'd thrown the maesters out because she heard one whisper that she sensed the Stranger in the room.

"We are running out of time and it is the only solution we have" The king replied to the prince, ignoring his mother "Don't you trust your lover?"

"That witch is not my lover!" The prince denied, holding back so as not to hit his brother. "I don't trust that witch, why would I do it? She bewitched me into her bed "he tried to ignore the nausea he felt at the memory"Aegon, thinks a little. Alys Rivers has no reason to give us the antidote "he pronounced the name in disgust" I'm sure it's some potion to worsen my wife's condition "

"If so, why would she sign the letter?" replied his brother leaving him speechless. He was right. It didn't make sense that the witch would sign her name to let everyone know that she murdered the queen. Still, he didn't trust her, he didn't forget that Borros Baratheon had said that he got the poison from a witch.

"You should give her the antidote," Alicent said to her firstborn, surprising him by siding with her in this argument. Besides that Alicent was a religious person so it was strange that she also decided to trust the witch's antidote "I don't think it's another poison or something worse" she said now looking at her second son, who still looked reluctant "How did you find out her about this?"

"The witch said that she saw it in the flames" replied the prince.

"Nonsense" Alicent snorted feeling only hatred for the woman. That witch had hurt her son, she believed Aemond's story, she had seen with her own eyes how in love he is with you, how he loves you so she knew he would never cheat on you. That damned woman almost ruined her son's happiness and now she was doing it again. Now it wasn't just you and Aemond who were suffering, when you passed out Alicent thought Aegon looked like he was about to collapse until she saw the fire in his eyes and started barking orders non-stop. "Surely she put all this together to make herself the savior and get some favor, maybe she thinks that saving the queen will get her a place at court"

Aemond was silent considering his mother's words. She was probably right. In the last few weeks, she had gotten more than one raven from the witch asking when he was going to fetch her so she and her bastard could join the court. He burned every one of the letters and pretended they didn't exist. That had been a mistake. As soon as the first letter arrived he should have gone to Harrenhal and killed them but he hadn't wanted to leave King's Landing again, he hadn't wanted to leave you alone again.

“Then we will deal with the witch. She will not go unpunished,” Aegon promised his brother before turning all his attention to you. He started calling out to you as he gently shook you, hoping you would wake up.

"Father?" you said without opening your eyes. Aegon felt a hole in his heart, but he didn't bother to correct you instead he helped you drink the concoction.

"You'll be fine," he whispered to you, stroking your hair tenderly, as you drifted back to sleep.

Alicent ended up leaving the room, although the truth is that she didn't want to leave your side but she trusted that her children would take good care of you, just because Aemond asked her to take care of the children. Now not only the cries of the babies could be heard, but also that of Jaehaera.

In the following hours, the brothers stayed with you. They took care of cleaning you and changing your sweaty clothes for clean ones. Then they each settled next to you and took your hand. Then the eldest of the brothers took advantage of the fact that they were alone to talk about the topic that made him so curious.

"Alys Rivers," the king noticed how his brother tensed just hearing the woman's name. He had also noticed how pale he had turned when they received the witch's raven and the disgust with which he spoke of her "She is not your lover"

"I already told you" the prince replied curtly.

“I'm just saying that I believe you. You didn't want to sleep with that witch, she forced you"

When the news came in the middle of the war that Aemond had a lover and had gotten her pregnant, Aegon couldn't believe it. It made no sense to him how his correct brother could have fathered a bastard, let alone how he could hurt you like that.

Now he knew the truth thanks to Aemond. If he were another man, Aegon wouldn't have believed the story that he was put under a witch's spell and that's why he was unfaithful to his wife. But it was Aemond, and he could see his discomfort and anger every time they spoke of Alys Rivers. He even came to realize the fear of him. That's why he believed him because his brother was good at putting on a mask and hiding his feelings. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen his brother scared.

"She knows?"Aegon asked, referring to you.

"She doesn't believe me" the prince admitted. Maybe he told him because he was tired and wasn't thinking. Or maybe just because it felt good to know that someone else believed him.

"You should tell him again about what happened to you with that witch. I'm sure he'll listen to you now, probably before the pain was very recent and he didn't want to know anything about your stay in Harrenhal"

Surprisingly, Aemond felt calm upon hearing his brother's words. Before he could answer you woke up coughing. Aegon wasted no time helping you sit down while Aemond poured you water.

“Thank you,” you said once you finished drinking everything “Are the kids okay? Egg? Jaehaera? Everyone is fine?"

Neither of your husbands was surprised that this is your first concern. They instantly reassured you that neither had been poisoned, that the kids had only been scared but were now in Alicent's care.

“Good” you sighed “I will definitely go down in history, the first day of my reign and I almost died. Oh gods, I already imagine people saying that it is a bad omen and I will bring misfortune to the kingdom” you frowned imagining all the muttering of the people. You would have to work hard to make people not give so much importance to the assassination attempt you suffered.

Neither you nor Aemond expected your words to bring Aegon to tears.

"I don't care what people say, we almost lost you," he said, throwing himself into a hug. You let Aegon cry into your chest. You felt sad to see him so distraught, you tried to reassure him by patting him on the back and reminding him that you were fine now.

"Come, come" you opened your arms and Aegon settled back to make room for Aemond. He hesitated for a moment, actually, he wanted to be alone with you but he knew that his brother was not going to leave your side, before joining the two of you.

Aemond watched the scene feeling uncomfortable, not knowing what to do, it's not like it was the first time he'd seen Aegon cry but he'd never seen him so broken. Now he was more than clear that his brother's feelings for you were not a whim but were real.

The prince also felt jealous because he also wanted to be in your arms, he was your husband first. You should be calming him down. He wasn't crying but that didn't mean he wasn't just as scared or worse than Aegon. Every minute you were unconscious was hell for Aemond. Not even when he fought in the Gods Eye was he as afraid as in those hours. He was so afraid that you won't wake up, so afraid of losing you. He had no idea what to do without you. He couldn't imagine a world without you.

"You should sleep. I'm sure you haven't slept for hours. Now you can rest, I'm fine and I promise to be with you when you wake up" you kissed both of their foreheads and the brothers felt warmth return to their bodies.

"Can you sing?" Aegon asked. At another time Aemond would have thought his brother was childish but this time he didn't find it annoying. What's more, he was grateful. He also wanted to hear your voice, he needed it, after spending hours without listening to you.

"Sure" you accepted before starting to sing, Aemond smiled as he recognized the song, it was the first song you two had danced together.

It didn't take long for your husbands to fall asleep. They were exhausted and after so much stress your presence, your warmth, and your sweet voice were a balm for them.

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Summary: You are a broken soul and he can recognize it. Paring: modern Aegon Targaryen x FemaleReader Word Count: 3083 Warnings: Mentions of household abuse, night terrors and coping with anxiety, but then there will be fluff, oh yes indeed. Author’s Note: Huge shout out to @sirenofavalon for this request, it is absolutely brilliant and I just adored it. Thank you! A huge thank you to @aspen-carter and @f4ll-for-you for being my beta readers, to Dais especially. You are my muse and I appreciate the ideas you poured into this story, to help me with the outline to create this piece. I cannot thank you enough for you being you. 💜💛 Anyway, I hope you all enjoy. Taglist (my Tumblr kindred spirits): @aaaaaamond @annikin-im-panicin @watercolorskyy @schniiipsel @aspen-carter @aemondx @fan-goddess

Helaena had the tendency to collect things; some were intolerable, like her entomology infatuation, and others were more manageable. At school, she was a beacon of warmth and acceptance, accumulating friends from every social group and often bringing them home. Some would stay for a while and move on, still friendly with hallway run-ins, but others needed a savior, an escape.

Those were the ones who stayed, knitted at her side.

You were quiet as a result of growing up in a violent household, where the tempers were an unbridled heat that searched for any release. As a result, your steps were soft, your movements always slow; it was a skilled trepidation as you were unwilling, unwanting of any attention to be brought to you.

Helaena had always been sweet enough to sit with you during lunch. You remembered when she sat at your side and asked about the book you were reading. Usually, it was a shield, a way to hide in plain sight, but her lilac eyes were kind and you bookmarked your place to talk with her. It continued through the week, she was always entertained with your summary or reviews of whatever book you had, the different genres of fiction that captured your attention, and you thought her bugs were both peculiar and fascinating.

She invited you to spend the night and you were able to get permission, both a rarity and relief; that Friday, you waited with Helaena and her two older brothers for their mother, who she kindly asked for you to call her Alicent, to come pick you up.

The ride was wonderful, as anything that took you away from your home was; you bonded with Aemond over a shared love of literature and learned that you and Aegon were in the same grade, though your schedules were off-kiltered as a result of him failing some classes.

The Targaryen home was large and welcoming. You saw only one family photo and learned their father had died, but he was not grieved like a love lost, but it almost seemed to be an unspoken relief that washed over the household.

The evening was spent sprawled in the living room, playing video games until dinner was ready; the meal time was spent in a raucous debate over what film would be watched before bed. Though it was good natured, you felt yourself begin to wither under the raised voices when suddenly Aegon announced it would be The Never Ending Story.

“It is a classic,” he said with a finality to end the discussion.

Later that night, Alicent was on the couch with Daeron, another and even younger brother, while the rest were in a nest of blankets and pillows on the living room floor. It was your first real taste of a family setting and you fell asleep with a smile and the subtle ache knowing you inevitably would have to return home.

–

Aegon was always a light sleeper; there was an inability to shut his brain off. His mind seemed to flit over anything and everything, which he did his best to explain to his father when he was alive, again to his grandfather, and was met with their adamant words that he was just not applying himself.

He felt at ease, an unfamiliar but welcomed emotion, nestled amongst his siblings and you, the newest addition, each tucked away in a bundle of blankets on the floor. Aegon began to teeter the edge of unconsciousness when he heard it.

A soft whimper, a quiet cry.

He shifted to move, careful not to disturb Aemond or Helaena with her cocoon of pillows; he crept to where you were sleeping, or trying too. He saw your brows were knitted and your lips parted with another muted cry, tears catching on your lashes. Aegon was careful with his touch, just his hand to your shoulder and even this caused your eyes to open wide with fear, grabbing his wrist.

“Hey, it’s just me,” Aegon whispered. “It’s Aegon and you’re staying at our house, remember?”

You trembled with a visceral fear and it was something he unfortunately recognized; his mind flitted to earlier with the friendly discourse of what movie to watch, then to when his father was alive or whenever their grandfather would visit. Aegon moved to lay next to you and you shifted to curl against his chest; he made soft, soothing sounds that led into a melody, a few bars sung with his low timbre. He started another without you asking and did not stop until you drifted back into a more peaceful sleep.

He hummed a bit longer, allowing his eyes to take you in with the dim lighting of the room. He watched the gentle rise and fall of your chest, enjoyed the warmth of you pressed against his chest. He also saw the muted purple and green of your jawline, a healing bruise.

Aegon was careful to pull away and retreated back to his pillows and blankets, still humming the song.

–

The next day, you woke up to breakfast being prepared, the clatter of pots and pans, the low baritone of Aemond giving commands and Daeron’s higher pitch quipping back, and the musical laughter of Alicent over it all. You shied away to clean up in the guest bathroom, the careful application of makeup to hide what waited at home, before coming back to the hallway and bumping into Helaena.

Your new friend has the warmest smile, something that glowed from the kindness that seemed to resonate from her. “Hey, I already asked my mother and, if it is okay with your’s, you are welcome to stay with us for the weekend. We can take you to school on Monday.”

What you did not know was Aegon grabbing his sister, a hushed whisper of his concern when he relayed the nightmare you had, the injury he swore he saw. She listened, nodding her head and telling him, “I assume it was something. I’ll ask mom if she can stay with us for the rest of the weekend.”

You learned that your family does not miss you, they only mind you when you are home; it was easy enough for you to stay away and it was expressed that you were welcomed to return, weekend after weekend. During the school week, you had lunches with Helaena and sometimes her brothers would stop by, though you would see Aegon checking in more often than Aemond. On Fridays, your bag was already packed and you would wait with Helaena and her brothers for Alicent to come and take you home.

It was an unspoken gesture that the guest room became yours; Alicent showed you the cleared out drawers and closet space, her sweet smile encouraging you to leave behind a change of clothes or even your school uniform, whatever you would need to feel more at home. You struggled with the words to thank her and she gave you a hug, a way to say no words were needed.

The space intimately becomes your own and you are pleased to realize your wall is shared with Aegon and his room. The years continued, with secondary school nearing its end and with graduation looming, you and Aegon would spend more time together; he would slip into your room for a late night talk, your shared whispers of what was next to come.

You knew you slept better at the Targaryen’s than your own home, but your nightmares would still come with its sickening hold that sunk into your chest, with a fear that paralyzed you and choked your tongue. It was always the same, how you would run and run, without an end in sight, but aware that if you stopped, it would finally be able to sink its hold into you…

You woke up, in the spare bed placed in the spare bedroom that was unspokenly yours. You felt his warm touch, your mind clearing and allowing you to recognize the comfort noises from Aegon and you blushed once you understood you were in his arms, yet again. You trembled still, but it was a mixture of the lingering fear and newfound relief that the nightmare ended; you let out a shaky exhale.

His fingers curled under your chin and you tilted your head back to meet with his eyes. “Hey,” he smiled at you and you felt your blush deepen.

“H-hey,” you stammered. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I was awake already.”

It was something you had noticed, how restless he seemed to be in his own room. You wanted to ask what kept him awake, but instead you say. “Aegon, would you please sing my song?”

He shifted his weight, allowing you to reposition; Aegon laid on his back, his head propped on the pillow and you curled against his chest, like always.

Helaena was your dear friend, perhaps your best friend, but Aegon was something special. With your frequent stay-overs, you learned that he would always be there when you woke up, wearing his warm smile with a song perched on his tongue; his soothing voice helped ease you back into reality, a sung promise that in this moment you were safe within the walls that held you.

His songs were uniquely his own, his voice amazing, like a balm for your broken soul. It was what was needed to lull you back to sleep, without the terror when you closed your eyes, but this time, you forced yourself to remain awake. “Does your family know you sing like this?” You whispered into his chest.

You can feel him shake his head and you peered up to see the tussle of his silver locks. “This is something only for you,” and he smiled, pulling you closer to his chest.

Aegon smelled rich, but you knew it was a cologne that Alicent picked out and it mixed well with the scent of clean laundry and his own comforting scent. You wrapped your arm around his stomach, nestling into the warmth he always seemed to exude; he tensed at first, then exhaled. “I never recognize what you sing to me,” you continued and it is something of a question.

“It’s the music that plays in my head,” is his vague answer. He always shied away when you complimented his natural talent, always groaning or blushing whenever you praised his singing.

“Is the music what keeps you up?”

He hummed a noncommittal reply, so instead you shyly request him to sing you another song and, as always, he obliges you. You can feel the vibration where your head was laying on his chest, his voice able to bring you back to sleep.

You always slept soundly at his side.

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Graduation comes and you both have enrolled into the same university, but by your own means; Aegon has his trust fund and you, proudly, have your scholarships earned. You shared your concern about finding a place to stay and he was quick to suggest that you roomed with him, since his grandfather was paying for his housing as a means for redemption.

The Targaryens were always gracious to you and seemed aware of your home life, though you never dared breath a word about it; you should have known he would offer.

You hesitated; to be his roommate would be effortless, your friendship had grown over the years and his presence allowed you to feel comfortable, made you feel safe. The two of you shared a bond, something his family was aware of but only Helaena would dare tease you; in truth, you cherished the friendship, but you found yourself wanting something more and were too afraid to ask for it.

Aegon was undeniably handsome, with his bright eyes and his smile that filled the width of his jaw, his mussed silver locks that framed his face. Though he never seemed interested in anyone, the thought lingered with you, he will inevitably get a girlfriend, and then what would you do?

You swallowed that thought and agreed to it; to celebrate, you purchased him a small, leather bound journal and left it with a note on his bed, in his new room:

A place where you can store your music and maybe find some sleep.

Together, you both create the apartment into a space that is all your own. Your schedules are listed and you both make sure to recap your days, relishing in each other’s victories. When Aegon came home with a guitar in hand, you glowed with your excitement, the idea of what he would create next.

His laughter was a sound that filled your chest. “I don’t even know how to play it yet!”

“Yes, but you are talented and brilliant,” you argued, your cheeks rosy from your smile. “So I trust you will be amazing.”

His talent seemed natural enough and the acoustic sounds complemented his voice in a way that you now craved. Your nightmares were not as frequent, but it seemed to be replaced with an anxiety that had you in a chokehold; it came with the stress of your courses and you pushed yourself to maintain the grades needed that allowed your scholarships.

Aegon always seemed aware when it began to grab ahold of you and he would be in your door frame, with his guitar in hand. You smiled and moved to your bed, allowing him your seat, and he would show you what he had been learning, his voice able to loosen anxiety’s grip.

“Aegon,” you sighed one day. “You really should play the next time they do an open mic at the coffee shop. You are so talented.”

“That is your opinion,” he grinned in return, setting the guitar to lean against your desk. “Maybe if I had a cult following, all who shared your opinion, I could make something with it.”

“A cult following would be easy enough,” and you meant your tone to be teasing. “Honestly, you can easily get any girl you want, if you actually tried.”

The silence was heavy, almost palpable between the two of you; it was something you had never experienced with him before. It was supposed to be a joke amongst friends, but you wished you could scoop up the words and swallow them.

He watched you, carefully, his beautiful eyes seemed to trace over your features, but you assumed he did not wish to meet with your stare. You were holding your breath, unsure if you needed to break the silence building or allow him to do it, and it went too long.

Aegon stood up, one hand combed through his silver waves and the other pulled the leather bound journal you gifted him, setting it on the desk. He did not say anything, but instead grabbed the guitar and retreated to his room, leaving your door open.

You looked at the journal and your eyes trailed to the now empty door frame; you waited for him to come back. He doesn’t and you push from the bed, reaching to pick it up and standing still, debating on what you should do next.

His handwriting fits him, a cursive hybrid scrawl of letters, as if he struggled to keep with the thoughts that spilled from his mind to the paper. You find every page was nearly filled, front and back, with a poetry pose that flowed; the subject, his words had a theme and the realization had you crimson.

It was you.

You fell back to sit on the edge of your bed, thinking and replaying every intimate moment shared, how it transcribed to his written words and how you had been blind to understand the meaning behind his words sung. You classified what you two shared as friendship, frightened to try for something else, especially when it had seemed unattainable before, but now…

The one consistent thing was that Aegon was your peace, he was your comfort personified with his beautiful, bright eyes and the smile that would pluck the strings of your heart with every song he had ready on his lips. You appreciated him and you were scared to ever ask for something more, to push him for something and he would pull away and be lost to you.

You now held his journal, in his own words you finally understood from his perspective, he was the one carrying feelings that were unreciprocated but he had contentment to be a friend for you and nothing more, if it allowed him to forever be a part of your life.

Your grip ached your fingers, a renewed passion that burned away the anxiety that hid in the shadows, and you stood up again, your each step determined, but still soft. His door was closed, but you see his light is on and pooled below; your nails gently tapped and you heard his muffled acknowledgement.

Aegon was laying face down on his bed, his face buried in his pillow but he twisted to face you. His eyes met with yours and he was quick to sit upright, a look of recognition to his features.

He always seemed to be so aware of you.

“Aegon,” you breathed, a smile on your lips and the realization you had no word prepared with your semi-grand entrance. Your eyes looked around his room, an organized mess to his belongings and his scent touching everything. You realized you always allowed him into your space, but never asked to venture into his own.

He pushed himself from the bed and moved towards you, watchful of your response as he drew closer.

He was always astutely aware, respectful of your boundaries that you set with your subtle mannerisms. He saw your stance, how your hands were white with the hold on his journal, how your tongue wet your lips as you struggled for the words. “I… need to get you a new journal. This one is nearly full.”

His smile is warm and kind, as always. “I always have inspiration, so I am full of ideas.”

You hummed. “Could I… I always sleep better with you at my side. Do you mind if I sleep in your bed tonight?”

Aegon looked at you and your heart melted within your chest, unable to collect itself when he closed the distance between you. His hands were careful to cup your jaw, rough from the calluses of guitar strings but still gentle, and he pressed his lips to your own.

#aegon targaryen #modern aegon targaryen #aegon targaryen x you #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen x female reader #modern hotd au #sweet aegon fluff #to build a home

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ladydreamfyre · 5 months

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Daeron the Faceless - i.e. how to introduce the character to satisfy both sides (one of the potential possibilities for Daeron to appear in season 2?).

Both sides: we (fans), they (creators). !!!

The longer the silence regarding Daeron continues, the more ideas appear in my head. Now I will present one of them.

How to show Daeron visually, but without involving any particular actor?

Imagine a scene where we see a man standing with his back to the camera. He has Targaryen hair and is dressed in green. In the background, we see the Hight Tower glowing with green light.

"Prince Daeron," we hear from behind the camera. "The time has come."

Suddenly, we hear the loud roar of a dragon (perhaps we even see its silhouette in the distance).

Here our prince can look up and we have the end of the scene.

Or - more dramatically - slowly turning his head to the side....

But before we can see his face, the screen goes black and the episode ends!

This scene is perfect for the end of the season.

In this way, we see Daeron's silhouette, but we don't see his face. We rejoice that Daeron in the series is flesh and bones, and the creators can quietly (?) search for a suitable actor for season 3.

Obviously we need to hear about Daeron a few times over the course of season 2 and then get a glimpse of him at the end, which [IF DAERON WAS REALLY MOVED TO SEASON 3 AND THE CREATORS DIDN'T WANT TO EMPLOY ANY SPECIFIC ACTOR FOR HIS ROLE IN SEASON 2] would be ideal. All they need to do is get some extra or whoever to do it and it's a done deal. We (the fans) are happy, they (the creators) breathe a sigh of relief.

So, what should the creators do (I MENTION - IN THE CASE OF PUTTING DAERON UP TO SEASON 3, IF DAERON WAS TOTALLY REMOVED THAT'S A DIFFERENT ISSUE) to get out of this whole situation?

Introduce the viewers to the character of Daeron at the very beginning of the season, mention him a few more times over the following episodes, and at the very end show him to us as a "faceless" character so that we see that Daeron has become flesh.

This is probably the perfect solution to the whole situation, BUT....

I'm well aware that it's not a question of what the creators SHOULD have done, but what they DID do, since the season is already taped.

But if I came up with the idea, and I'm not the "creator", why shouldn't they?

Anyway, until THEY finally officially confirm that Daeron is or isn't in the series, I will believe until the last second of the last episode of season 2 that HE is out there somewhere....

#house of the dragon #daeron targaryen #daeron the daring #hotd #hotd season 2

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polutrope · 11 months

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Ooooh, I very much like your prompt quotes and can't resist asking: Beleg & Daeron: "a rumour and a distant name"

Thank you! I hope this one appeals to you, my fellow enjoyer of elf visions. Featuring more Teleri indecisiveness and foresighted Daeron, this time as a child. Prompt list.

980 words, rated G. On AO3.

“Why do you wait for him?”

It is the way of children to ask questions, and many generations of them have kept Beleg curious on the journey from Cuiviénen. But Daeron never stops asking questions. Nor does a single answer satisfy him. He will ask the same question again and again, of as many ears as will listen. His latest: Why do you continue to search for Elwë?

It is not a question the Lindai like to ask themselves. Waiting and searching for their chieftain is simply what they do. So this child, standing no higher than Beleg’s hip, has sent ripples of disquiet through the settlement.

Unlike other children, Daeron is not impatient for answers. He lets Beleg consider, occupying himself in the meantime with examining the underside of a long fern frond.

At last Beleg says, “He is the only one among us who has seen the light beyond the sea with his own eyes, the only one with the eagerness to lead us forward. We trust him.”

Daeron is evidently unsatisfied with this answer, not troubling to look up at Beleg when he poses his next question. “Don’t you trust the Lord of Forests? Mother says he would bring us there.”

Oromë has not come among them since Elwë disappeared. Beleg cannot be sure that the Hunter even knows that they are now leaderless, and more reluctant than ever to continue on.

“We do,” Beleg says. “We do trust Oromë.”

“Would you go with him then, if he comes back for us?”

Beleg sighs. “I do not know, Daeron. I wish I had an answer for you.”

“I wouldn’t,” Daeron asserts, with more conviction, Beleg thinks, than very many of Elwë’s people. “I like it here. I like the stars and the rivers and the trees.”

“So do I,” Beleg says. So did Elwë, he thinks.

“You say in the west is the Blessed Realm, but I think this land is blessed, too,” Daeron continues. “And it is real. Valinor is only a rumour, a distant name. Here,” he says, suddenly leaping up and holding a hand out for Beleg, “let me show you something.”

Beleg follows Daeron up the creek, leaping from stone to stone. Daeron chatters to himself, the chatter falling into a rhythm and then taking the shape of a melody.

Up, up, up the singing brook, Stay, stay! That is what the waters say, To that land of light do not go, Here, here, child, Listen to the song, Here is where you belong.

“Where did you learn that song?” Beleg asks.

“I heard it in the water,” Daeron states simply. “Come, we are almost there.”

He bounds a little further up the creek, and stops where the water has collected in a still pool. Beleg knows the place; he has come here often, finding it a pleasant spot for bathing, away from the backwaters of larger rivers where most elves prefer to wash.

“Come listen,” Daeron crouches on the bank. “This is where I heard it.”

Beleg knows he is not as gifted in Song as some of his people, but he wonders that Daeron could have heard such a clear message from this spot, when Beleg has never heard anything but the usual hum that is in all waters.

He joins Daeron on the bank. At first, there is nothing, but then comes a gentle pulse that brings to mind the waves that lapped against the forest-cradled shores of Cuiviénen.

“Look,” Daeron whispers, pointing to the black surface of the pool.

The stars reflected there seem to multiply, blotting the darkness with their light until the whole pool is awash with it, glittering now gold, now silver. Beleg is captivated by it, a light brighter than any he has yet imagined, and he feels a heaviness in his limbs, dragging him down towards the water. He longs to bathe in its glow, to have the light embrace him.

He is close to succumbing to the urge to topple forward; but then, scabs of darkness appear around the edges of the pool, clawing their way towards the centre. They consume the light, as rot overtakes the flesh of an animal’s corpse.

Beleg’s face contracts in horror. He reaches instinctively to shield the child beside him from this terrible vision, but Daeron is still, and calm. Feeling Beleg’s arm on his, he turns his face up. At once the vision is gone, and Beleg is light with relief.

He looks into Daeron’s eyes, wide but soft. “You are not afraid of it?” Beleg asks.

“No, I have seen it before. It does not frighten me. But it is a warning.”

That is certain, Beleg thinks. “You have a gift,” he says to Daeron. “Have you shown this to any others?”

Daeron pouts and shakes his head. Knees hugged to his chest, he appears a child once more, in need of protection.

“No. They do not want to know. They all say, ‘We are waiting for Elwë, for he is our leader.’ They are only waiting because they cannot decide without him. I fear that one day they will. They will decide to leave. Or Elwë will return, and he will take us onwards. But you saw!” Now there is fear in the tenor of Daeron’s voice. “We cannot go! An even deeper darkness lies that way. You admitted, Beleg. You said, ‘I do not know.’ So I knew I could show you and you would not chastise me for playing with visions.”

“Have others done so?” Beleg asks.

Daeron just looks down and does not answer.

“You are right, I will not. Your gift should be nurtured, not punished. I believe this vision, Daeron. The choice is plain. I will stay, whether Elwë returns or no.”

“Good,” Daeron says, the heaviness lifting from him. “I like you, Beleg. You are kind. I am glad you will stay.”

#daeron #beleg #silm phrase prompts #prompts #my fic

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green-aeggs-and-spam · 11 months

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Filming in Wales starts next week and will continue for the next month or so, which hopefully means HBO will scatter some breadcrumbs for the rest of us to desperately peck at in search of content.

My wishlist:

Casting news for Daeron, Cregan Stark, or Nettles (probably #1 on everyone's wishlist atm)

Casting news for Aly Blackwood (more likely, since there's good odds they'll film the Battles of Burning Mill and Stone Hedge)

Gayle Rankin in costume as Alys Rivers (I've seen speculation that one of the locations is the outside of Harrenhal)

Honestly I'll be thrilled to see pics any of the main cast in costume

Matt Smith in costume (not unlikely if they're filming outdoor Harrenhal scenes)

Tom Glynn Carney or Ewan Mitchell *in armor* (a girl can wish)

Five pixels that may or may not be Ewan Mitchell in the background of an uneventful still (more likely)

A fresh meme template that we can overuse for months only for the scene in question to get cut from the season

#hotd season 2 #hotd s2 #house of the dragon #house of the dragon season 2 #hotd spoilers

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peters-lab-partner · 8 months

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WE HAVE ONE LESS POTENTIAL DAERON!

#hotd #house of the dragon #daeron targaryen #daeron the daring #time to update the PowerPoint #the search for daeron continues #cregan stark

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Q for HIPS! Could you give us thoughts on a what would have happened if the greens/baratheons hadn’t been succession in burying the fact that Aemond went into rut madness before chasing after Lucerys? Like if there was just one knight who was loyal to Daemon or an old maid who once cared for Rhaenys who reported what happened immediately to Rhaenyra? I feel like it would be total chaos. Especially since the Hightowers are so closely related to the Faith that a lot of minor lords would abandon them, not to even mention the small folk or Daeron. Would it speed up of the violence of the war or would it ensure that it never happened if what Aemond did and the loss of the greens’ moral high ground pushed Aegon into giving up kings landing to protect himself? It’s one thing to have Aemond kill Lucerys on dragonback in a storm, it is a whole other thing to imagine him going into rut and hurting Lucerys so badly through an assault that he would die.

I like the idea of an old woman whose served house Baratheon her entire life and even took care of Rhaenys as a child hearing about what happened in court and immediately seeking out answers. This entire situation is a straight up death sentence for Borros as he’s doing everything he can to make sure no one speaks of what happened to a single soul, so anyone who wanted to inform the blacks would have to be careful as hell.

It would take some time but soon enough the woman gets a message sent to Dragonstone explaining everything she knows from Luke falling to the floor as he presented to Aemond going into rut and chasing him out before Borros swore everyone to secrecy and pledged his allegiance to Aegon. Rhaenys doesn’t want to believe the message, but this woman practically helped raise her and knows she’d never lie about such things.

From there on out the blacks declare war. Even though they don’t truly know what’s happened the chances of Luke making it away from a prime alpha in rut madness whilst in heat basically makes it a guarantee that something horrible has happened. In such a situation the best possible scenario is that Aemond left Luke alive after an assault while the worst is that he’s been murdered brutally as prime alphas in rut madness will continue to assault their victims even after their death. Every knight loyal to Rhaenyra including those who serve their allies houses (who were informed of the situation through raven) are sent to search every inch of land surrounding Stroms end for Luke and Arrax over the next days. Corlys wants Aemond’s head more than anything, but Daemon has to remind him that sending their men after him will end in a blood bath if he’s still in that state while Vhagar is at his side.

Once Luke is found along with sure signs that Aemond was the one who assaulted him such as his scent, their fears are confirmed and messages are sent out to every single house both minor and great.

The minor houses are disgusted without question since the faith is such an important part of their lives. They live and breathe by it. For the greens to hide something that’s basically akin to spitting in the face of the mother and holy omega is blasphemy, sin in its purest form. They loudly give their support for the blacks and the smallfolk follow in turn with riots calling for justice.

War has been declared and the greens are now left with only the Baratheon’s on their side. Aegon is their only capable dragon rider since Aemond and Hel are out of commission and Daeron has gone to bend the knee to Rhaenyra much to Alicent’s distress. Even her own house has turned their backs on them, calling for them to surrender in a last ditch attempt to save their lives. Something Otto’s stubborn ass refuses to do because he knows Rhaenyra nor Daemon and Corlys would allow him to live in exile after what Aemond’s done.

All in all, there isn’t much actual violence or fighting outside of what’s already happened to Luke as well as the small folks rioting at the keeps gates because the war is won before it could begin in more than name. The greens have no support and only one dragon rider who’s never even wanted to be king in the first place.

By the time Luke comes to consciousness Borros has been executed, Aegon surrendered much to his mother’s distress, and Aemond is being held in the black cells along with Otto, Aegon and Alicent, which is the best case scenario since there’s hardly been any casualties.

I can imagine that the family wants Luke to decide how to punish Aemond since he’s the one who’s been wronged the most. Holding him in the cells with heavy security until Luke has the strength to make a decision.

#asks

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what of visenya’s daughters? who are they?

does otto and vi have a favourite and least favourite child and why?

Yes so Visenya actually has a 7 sons before she has her first daughter Aly in 115 AC, but she does end up having 6 daughters in final, five of which life to become adults.

There’s Alysanne II (115-159) she was a complete copy of Visenya when she was a kid (at least in character, she takes after Otto in looks) and both of her parents absolute favorite, as the first girl and the child that really saved their marriage. She was always close to her parents and inherited both of their political scheming abilities, she went to become a dragon rider and enjoyed swords play and archery as much as her mother in her youth. After 126 AC Alysanne had been fostered by her cousin Lord Royce. In 129 AC she and Visenya toured the riverlands and ended up convincing the lord of Riverrun to allow a match between his son Kermit and Alysanne (Lord Tully and Vissy had massive beef at the time, man really didn’t like this arrangement). Alysanne married Kermit in 132 AC and had multiple sons with him, before the man’s untimely passing, there was no love to their marriage but they were said to be the best of friends. Only weeks after his death Alysanne did what she had wanted to do for years, and married a knight of riverrun ser Rohdan Longrivers, a bastard that had served her mother during the battle of the bastards and had become her close companion in the short years of her marriage. Her mother and her would often fight on the matter of this choice in the following years and never grow as close as they once were, even though her father and she continued to regularly converse via letters.

Princess Alyssa IV (118-142) is the second daughter of Visenya and Otto and was as strongly favored by her father, as Alysanne, she was a beautiful girl all tough she lacked her mothers valyrian features. Alyssa was always praised for her looks and stayed far away for the rough play and knightly activities her siblings enjoyed, she much preferred music, poems and fashion, all though she to was raised with a gift for politics and diplomacy. She was sent to live in old town with her two years older brother Daeron, in 126 AC, where she would become known as the rose of Oldtown. She was betrothed to the heir of high garden, Lyonel Tyrell for a few years during the dance but the arrangement broke with Lyonels passing, before they even got the chance to meet in person. Instead Alyssa married her cousin Ser Joffrey Strong, a famed knight. They had only one daughter together, a quite and timid girl, before both fell victim to a ambushing by a band of sellswords. Duo to lord Jace Strong passing by coughing up blood and suffocating on it, in the same year people said it must have been the curse of harrenhall, that left the strong family reduced to three now orphaned girls, the cousins Aenera I, Daella II and Aerella I.

Next are the twins Aerea III (120-126) and Aella II (120-196), they where both wild and lively children and quite different in personality, Aerea was very smart, but enjoyed playing tricks and mean jokes on people more than everything, while Alyssa was less gifted in her studies, she was emphatic and honest, she had often get into fights with her sister whenever she was tormenting a serving girl or stables boy. Otto never liked Aerea Duo to her arrogance, but Visenya could always forgive her and tried to have her pushed more by her septa so she had lose the boredom that seemed to haunt her. In 126 Aerea was kidnapped from the red keep and after days of searching the city and blocking the harbor, she was found dead washed onto the shore of the black water bay. Visenya was devastated by the loss and send nearly all of her remaining children away, to be fostered somewhere safer (girl was blaming herself a lot). Aella was send to the Eryie, to her cousin Vissera Arryn. She enjoyed life in the vale, with golden blond hair and blue eyes almost she fit right in with the Arryn looks and she enjoyed falconry. Years later in 138 AC Aella was the last of the queens children to return to Kingslanding. In the same year in which her brother Daeron returned from his adventures in Essos. Daeron was 4 years older and had claimed a dragon from the dark lands of Asshai, he was a intelligent man, and the most kind among their brothers. Aella and Daeron quickly fell in love and would become almost inseparable in the following years. Whenever Daeron was away to study at the citadel, it is said that these two exchanged more letters than the entirety of old town had send to kingslanding in a year. They were wed 3 years later and had a daughter and a son soon after. After the fire of the Hightower, Daeron became lord of oldtown and Aella his lady.

Then there’s Aenna II (123-196) the most favorite favorite daughter of Visenya. She was born a sickly child and was always easily exhausted and prone to fainting and dizziness. Her mother felt that Aenna the was the most gentle of her otherwise very headstrong and wild kids and was very attentive of her. Aenna was always a quiet but smart girl, she rarely spoke but when she did, she seemed wise beyond her years. Aenna was a dragondreamer much like her mother and from maidenhood on she had been sure of her future, to one day marry her younger brother Aegor, as she had told any knight that had approached her, drawn in by her long silver hair, violet eyes and pale skin. Even when she became betrothed to the unborn child of Lady Aryanna Baratheon, and after said child’s passing in the cradle, Aryanna’s nephew Aryas, while her brother was betrothed to lady Lucerra Lannister, she did not waver in her believe. And remain right she did for but Aryas and Lady Lucerra met an untimely end before either wedding could happen. And so she married Aegor in 140 AC, they made an unlikely pair, the tall slender beauty that was the princess, with her quiet voice and gentle touch, and the short and bulky prince with his golden head of hair and boyish temper, he was loud and many though him to wild and disagreeable to make a good husband for a girl so soft of heart, yet it was a deep love that bound them together, a love from which many children would come. (When she got murdered Aegor lowkey pushed the entire realm into war)

And then there is Visenyas youngest, Daenerys II (126-152), she was born to her mother the same year that Aerea died, and most of her older siblings were send away within the same year to be fostered elsewhere (I think I’ll make a post about where everyone went and how that was, if anyone’s interested). So Daenerys was a bit of a lonely girl, her father was distant and her mother found it hard to connect with her. She was always the smallest among her siblings, with golden hair and sad eyes. Daenerys was a beautiful girl but she found it hard to converse, she was shy and quick to tears. When she was 14 in 140 her mother was at the end of her wits and send her away to Dorne, where she hoped the warm climate, the more open culture and the closeness to her eldest brothers wife princess Velaris would help her open up. Velaris was 23 years Daenerys elder and a mother herself, still the two grew close and soon after Velaris Cousin the young Ser Morian Martell, started to court the princess. Daenerys eventually married the man and they had three sons together. Daenerys enjoyed the live in sunspear and all that had known her before thought her to be happier than she ever was, still after the birth of her youngest in 150, a shadow fell over her again and not 2 years later she drank a cup of poisoned wine and died on her balcony.

Hope that answers your questions about the daughters, I’ll be making another post about Vi’s and Otto’s favorite and least favorite child and put the link here, but as always feel free to ask me any more questions that might pop up !!!!

#asoiaf oc #hotd #asoiaf #otto hightower x oc #otto hightower #visenya ii targaryen #asoiaf fanfic

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@seasonal-multimuses continues from here;

🔥WHEN THE PRINCESS ABANDONED THE REALM no one expected to see her again. The news had been given the next morning of her disappearance, and everybody in King’s Landing had been set to search for her and her dragon. Her uncle Daemon even rode atop Caraxes trying to find her and Syrax, but it was as if the earth itself had opened up and swallowed them whole. For neither Daemon or Caraxes could find the Princess and her dragon. From that day the already compromised health of King Viserys - first of his name - started to decline. He still produced new heirs with his second wife Queen Alicent Hightower - who gave him four children, Aegon, Aemond, Helaena and Daeron. But despite the requests and pleas of the Hand of the King; Otto Hightower, the King never changed the line of succession to the iron throne.

The claim to it still resided on the King’s younger brother, Prince Daemon Targaryen, who has been at his side ever since the night Princess Rhaenyra disappeared. During the consecutive years of that night, the Prince had become a widower, as his wife Lady Rhea Royce - the bronze bitch as he called her - fell from her horse while hunting and broke her neck in the process. The Prince later married Lady Laena Velaryon, securing the support of House Velaryon to his claim to the Iron Throne, a move that the Hand of the King did not favor. With Lady Laena, the Prince also produced heirs, Princess Baela and Princess Rhaena Targaryen, both who lived between King’s Landing and their grandparent’s house at Driftmark. But fate had other plans for the Prince, and by the time they were going to have their third child, Lanea died during the birth. Ever since, the Prince didn’t return to marry, and focused on his daughters, and on the ever declining health of his brother.

However, the Gods give just as they take, and Princess Rhaenyra found her way back to the Keep, many years later from the night she disappeared. The guards had alerted Prince Daemon of her presence, and he had ordered them to keep that information from the Queen and the Hand, and anyone else. Aware that she was on her own and roaming the Keep, the Prince searched for her until he spotted her on a balcony, looking towards the gardens. It took him a moment to reach for her, as his purple-wine eyes roamed over her form. So much has changed about her and yet there were traces of the young Princess he had seen too many moons ago. “I thought the guards were drunk enough to have visions…” He spoke, approaching her carefully, not quite sure of what to say, he observed her, with his hands up front, holding each other. “But here you are.”

#seasonal multimuses #the rogue prince: king of the seven kingdoms au #the rogue prince: ft. rhaenyra targaryen #the rogue prince: interactions

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Agony & Amor Chapter 2

Rhaemond Harry Potter AU

Chapter 1

Corwyn was the first to greet her. He was the only Hufflepuff she felt she was on friendly terms with, the rest of them rarely speaking to Rhaena because of her intimidating family. She’d learned in her first year to stay away from the head of Hufflepuff Gerold Royce who always spoke harshly to her. Rhaena heard from her cousins that her father had bullied the man when they were growing up. So that explained that.

Like the previous years, she didn’t want to be separated from Baela, Daeron, and Jace but the Hogwarts headmaster nervously told her that she wouldn’t be allowed to sleep in the dorms of a different house.

“Welcome back!” Corwyn was always sweet, Rhaena thought at least someone was happy to see her.

He never minded her being quiet when they worked on projects, so she felt comfortable with him. They walked to the dining hall after dropping off their belongings as Corwyn excitedly told her how he wanted to see which house the newcomers got sorted into.

I’m excited for something entirely different, Rhaena thought as she finally entered the hall eyes immediately searching for her sister.

They had just finished up laughing at Jace goofing off on his broom when it was time to sit down. Rhaena had purposely kept her eyes on Jace’s antics while they were waiting, too scared to look around for Aemond. All her eagerness had been replaced with anxiety when she realized she wouldn’t know what to say to him.

The headmaster gives his annual speech, and she decides not to look for Aemond and instead stare straight ahead.

Maybe he’s not even here.

Her mind filled with different scenarios of him choosing to stay at Ilvermorny. Or maybe he had decided to attend a different school at the last minute? She didn’t want to think about it and tried to occupy herself with eating while listening to Corwyn telling her about his summer.

Her preoccupation was short lived when Jace spoke.

“Oh.... Aemond......”, Jace hesitated to get his words out.

Baela turned her head to see what Jace was looking at and immediately made her famously shocked face. Rhaena was scared to turn.

Why are they looking at him like that? She didn’t want to know.

If he was really behind her, she suddenly hoped he would leave and come back later. She would prefer to meet him another time, when she could muster up more courage. Rhaena recognized his chilling chuckle, sounding deeper than usual and was stilled when she finally twisted her head to greet him. The cute face she had grown used to, the smooth skin that was usually unblemished held a long deep scar across his cheek and he wore an eyepatch.

He stood a foot taller than he had been when he left, towering over them with broader shoulders. His hair had been grown past his shoulders and down the middle of his back. He quickly glanced her over before looking at her siblings with a self-satisfied grin and curled up lips.

“Nephew, glad to see you've been keeping up the family’s reputation while I was away”. His voice almost made her jump at how brash and different it was.

Baela spoke first since Jace was clearly at a loss for words. “What happened to you?” Baela, never one for beating around the bush said what everyone at the table was thinking while they all stared at him.

Daeron seemed to be the only one unfazed, he continued eating obviously already aware of his brother’s new look.

“How I’ve missed that boldness of yours Baela.” Not sure if Aemond was being sarcastic or not, Baela simply squinted her eyes in response.

“Well cousin, if you must know with your curiosity it’s just a little scratch from a tussle I had.” Aemond kept up his assertive tone and arrogant expression while he gave his answer.

“A little scratch?” Jace didn’t know what to say at his uncle’s casual response.

“Is....is your eye...”

With a deep exhale, Aemond looked around the hall seeming bored playing questions and answers with them. His chest was puffed out and he seemed cocky, but Rhaena could tell he was bothered by the gawking at his eye.

She had planned on remaining unnoticed and silent, letting his attention go to everyone else. Surprising even herself, she spoke up even though her quiet voice fought her to come out.

“Aemond, I haven’t seen you in a long time.” She cringed at her own words, quickly realizing she should have said we instead of I.

He seemed to hesitate to look back towards her, finally glancing at her with a blank stare. She tried to mask her immediate regret for not staying quiet and she felt self-conscious for not knowing what to say next. His unharmed eye seemed to be looking over her different appearance. The bow tied pigtails he used to flick had been replaced with locs in a high ponytail and a pink scrunchie. When she used to run around in dresses and tutus, her wardrobe was now replaced by her uniformed button shirt and plaid yellow skirt.

Rhaena tried to save herself from awkwardness by giving him a reassuring half smile she hoped he would take as a welcome back.

What she had been expecting and how he actually reacted was something she could have never prepared herself for.

He dropped his voice deeper sounding uninterested and monotone, "I heard from my grandfather that you're in neither Gryffindor nor Slytherin. Apparently, you only recently received your wand.”

She knew from his tone he wasn’t asking for confirmation but instead stating his disapproval at her failures. Some of the students standing behind him made amused faces. She knew they had to have been Slytherin, given the colors they wore.

What little of Rheana's voice that remained completely left her.

Does he not care that I have a wand now?

Rhaena didn’t know how to respond, instead lowering her eyes thinking of how she could explain herself.

Luckily for her, Jace intervened when Baela rolled her eyes. “Well, it’s not a big deal. Bloody hell should we bring up your past of magical deficiencies?”

Aemond broke the stern look he was giving Rhaena to look back towards Jace. Instead of looking at the boy’s face he lingered on his hair, reaching out to pat his nephew on the head and tussle his curls. The two had never been close, but they never fought growing up. Not the way Jace did with Aegon at least. Aemond gave a quick chuckle before turning to leave.

“Nephew, if you ever want to speak about my past we can do so on the field. Now that I’m back, the Gryffindor winning streak for house points has come to an end.”

Daeron, always one to lighten the mood spoke before an annoyed Jace could. “Oh! Brother is that a challenge?”

“Funny of you to assume we could possibly lose at anything” Baela chimed in snickering alongside Jace and Daeron.

Rhaena listened as her family fell into their usual competitive spirit, their friends eventually wandering off one by one. The Targaryens had been teasing each other for 10 minutes, even continuing as the students exited the hall together. Aemond never looked to Rhaena again, his back to her skulking behind them while he went on teasing about inadequacies of every house that’s not Slytherin.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah everything you say is complete bollocks.” Baela ended their family taunting session once the group reached the Gryffindor commons. Rhaena hugged Baela and Jace, saying her good nights to them and Daeron and they whispered the password and went inside.

Maybe I should try again?

She wanted another attempt to show Aemond the new and improved Rhaena since they were left alone in the empty hall to walk to their commons. He kept his eyes straight as they walked in silence. Rheana’s short legs moved fast to keep up with his purposeful stride and she was almost out of breath when she finally spoke. She cleared her throat hoping he could hear her over the bickering ghost behind them.

“So much happened while you were gone.” She decided not to bring up his eye again.

“Hmm.” He kept up his stroll as they continued walking in silence.

“How was Ilvermorny? I mean, guess what? I got the last wand with unicorn hair for the next 5 years-”

Aemond abruptly stopped his pace and turned to Rhaena, his large figure looming over her. He stared above her, looking at the candles on the ceiling seemingly thinking about what he wanted to say.

“Kid listen, I’m not a child anymore. I’m one of the greatest wizards and I'll go down as one of the most powerful.”

Rhaena stared at him blankly, confused why he was telling her this.

With an annoyed expression Aemond continued, undeterred by her puppy dog eyes. “I don’t have time for whatever juvenile tells you want to have and I’m not going to hang out with a silly schoolgirl that can barely understand Valyrian. I have a prestigious status to uphold. I’m well known for mastering every subject and you-”

He paused to and looked her up and down with distaste on his face. “I’m not going to let you pull me back down there. You couldn’t even make it into the right house, your just useless and a disgrace to the Targaryen legacy.”

Aemond barely got out his last word when he promptly turned, hair flinging, and he left Rhaena without awaiting her response.

“Aemond?” She tried to call out to him, but he kept walking, not wanting to hear her defend herself.

She stood in the same spot for what felt like eternity. Only after the 3rd sleepless ghost had come to her asking what’s wrong, she realized her face was wet and she had been crying. She slowly returned to her room, laying down in bed and silently wept into her pillow to not wake her roommate.

Rhaena didn’t understand. She had her wand and she made it to Hogwarts. She thought she’d did everything to earn back her childhood companion and she didn’t think he would care about her being in Hufflepuff. As she laid in bed unable to sleep, her sorrow turned to irritation.

Who does he think he is? How can he treat me like this? I didn’t do anything to deserve this.

She no longer wanted to understand him. She used to want to see herself in him, hoping she could turn her situation around just like him. Now, Rhaena felt angry at herself for having her infantile infatuation with Aemond. Aemond Targaryen, the cousin who abruptly came back with one eye and a new personality.

He doesn’t deserve to be idolized like that.

With her frustration, Rhaena felt like she had a new awakening. She wouldn’t feel sad, and she wouldn’t let her Hogwarts experience be haunted by him. Before falling asleep, she took a deep breath feeling the ‘old’ her leaving her body. She drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face, feeling the tears on her cheek drying.

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How was Aegon's relationship with his sister-wife and the rest of his brothers in the book?

We don't know a whole lot about his relationships in the book, because as always, it's meant to be a historical record, and those will rarely record feelings and emotions unless they're relevant to the historical events being described. But with what we can tell, and what I remember from Fire&Blood (it's actually been a while since I honest to goodness read it, though I do know how to look stuff up in it to get quotes I need to prove points), they actually all seem to have a pretty good relationship.

Aegon and Helaena's relationship actually seems to be pretty stable up until Blood and Cheese. We don't know a whole lot about it, just because it's not something that's remarked on and because Aegon only becomes a character the book focuses on once the Dance starts, and Blood and Cheese happens early on. We know that Aegon was unfaithful, since when Alicent sends people to find him in Helaena's rooms she quite bluntly says “He is not in my bed, you may be sure. Feel free to search beneath the blankets.” But at the same time, there is an expectation that if someone were looking for Aegon, they'd find him with Helaena and with the kids, which speaks to enough a routine that they're together on a regular basis. Additionally, it seems that, rather than the typical way royal couples sleep apart (like we saw with Alicent and Viserys, for example), Helaena and Aegon did share a bedroom. It's specifically noted that Aegon and Helaena started sleeping separately in separate rooms after Jaehaerys was killed, apparently in defiance of their regular custom of not doing that, now that Helaena was having a breakdown and they were both heavily grieving.

Aegon's relationship with Daeron is incredibly hard to parse out due to how vague it is and just how little we know about Daeron. Their relationship seems to have been fine, if a bit distant, due to Daeron's time at Oldtown and also the fact that he's the youngest and apparently wasn't really considered much of a force by either of his brothers. But Daeron is described as "the gentlest" of Alicent's sons, which might have lended to him and Aegon getting along, and notably, Daeron's participation in the sack of Bitterbridge is explicitly said to have been brutal and unmerciful on purpose as revenge for how Maelor, Aegon's youngest son, died. That does speak to enough of a closeness to Aegon, and likely Helaena as well, that he's willing to take what happened to Maelor so personally and decide to burn an entire town for it.

Aegon's relationship with Aemond also seems like it's pretty stable and probably better off than in the show. There's nothing to suggest that Aemond was bullied in the book, or that Aegon was any sort of ringleader in any behavior, and that the two seemed to have a pretty normal brotherly relationship. And again, in the book, Aegon's the only one who isn't upset with Aemond for killing Lucerys, and literally throws him a party in his honor once he comes home. He also trusts Aemond not just as a fellow dragonrider and battlefield soldier, given that they both participate in Rook's Rest, but also as a leader and as an ally, in spite of Aemond's ambition. Aegon does explicitly name Aemond as his regent, so clearly he thinks that's the best option (you don't need to be related to the king to be a regent, he could have picked Criston or Otto if he really wanted). And Aemond, for all of his "the crown looks better on me" ambition, is very careful to never try and overstep on Aegon's turf, never calls himself king but only Prince Regent and Protector of the Realm while Aegon recovers, and he does fight incredibly hard to continue securing Aegon's claim even when he goes MIA, ultimately dying specifically in a battle he sought out in order to eliminate what he perceived as the biggest threat to Aegon's rule (Daemon). That does speak to the idea that Aemond did value his brother, and did want to do right by him, and did respect him as king and leader of their faction in the war.

All in all, it's hard to figure out where a lot of these relationships are emotionally, because that's just not information we're given in the book, but the hints we have about the kind of people they all were, and the way they interacted, seems to speak to the fact that they've all had pretty good and stable relationships with each other, and were certainly able to coalesce around each other as a unit and fight for each other in times of crisis.

#personal #answered #anonymous #daeron going apeshit at bitterbridge because of maelor.........i love him #i do like that it's specifically For Maelor #he was like 'you guys killed my nephew and hurt my big brother and sister time to die'#it's oddly sweet #a wholesome lil war crime

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The Vitulation Cycle: An Arthuriana fanfiction (King Arthur x OC and Arthur x Guinevere x Lancelot) CHAPTER 10: ARTHUR PART IV

Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction I do not make any money from this. Cultist Simulator elements belongs to the Weather Factory, House of the Dragon/Game of thrones elements belongs to George RR Martin and Arthuriana while generally regarded as under the public domain, it comes from the culture of Britain.

"Are they still there kepa (father)?" Daeron asks you through a whisper as he holds your hand tightly as the two of you help settle the horses in the inn's stable as you make sure your hoods were still on. You squeeze his hand back, your sign to him to stay as calm as possible. Just act naturally and neither of you would be noticed.

"I swear we don't know any witches sir!" The inn's owner says as he pleads at the door to an armed man accompanied by two more men who were similarly armed and was thoroughly searching the inn.

"Then have you seen anyone who is going by the name Targaryen?"

"No sir! I haven't heard that name before."

"Nothing in here sire, all clear."

"Hmm very well. If you see anyone using magic or anyone going by the name Targaryen bring them to us immediately. Are we understood?"

"Ye-yes sire." You had never been more thankful that Daenara and Ayrmida were shopping for provisions in the market and were going by the name Bardugon. In Valyrian it means to write, and it was similar enough to your actual last name to not raise any suspicions of its origins.

You continue to quietly teach Daeron how to brush your horses, the black stallion now named Midnight and the white mare now named Aurora, as you eavesdrop on the conversation the witch hunters were having as more of them gathered around.

"No one here so far."

"I'd say it's a dead end."

"Argh you're right, we've been here for a week it's time to move on."

"Let's head for Camelot, maybe they've breached their defenses by now. All in favor?"

You hear their murmur of agreement as they get on their horses and exit the town. You wait until you can no longer hear their horses anymore before you speak.

"They're gone now tresy (son). But we'll have to refrain from speaking in Valyrian for awhile. Can you do that?"

"Yes papa."

"Good."

Later that evening you hold a private meeting with your family. Fortunately the four of you occupied one room to yourselves and could converse in hushed tones.

"They are also headed towards Camelot. Which means we'll have to change our path for now."

"Where are we headed now Arthur?"

"I'm thinking of going to a nearby kingdom."

"The one with many waters papa?"

"Yes Daeron, I wanted to ask your mother first."

"Well if you believe it is safe, then I don't see why not."

"There is something else that I wanted to ask your permission on."

"What is it?" You calm yourself down.

"It is to the nearby kingdom that the Fisher King reigns. It is him who has asked for your blood - or rather he calls it his medicine since I believe no one in his court knows that the concoction they are treating him with must have contained some amount of Targaryen blood."

"Ah I see, is he the one who brought this on you?"

"Yes. I don't know how Oxenburg's influence over him is since there isn't any magic in his kingdom. You don't have to give blood to him if you don't feel comfortable right now and it might even lead to the mages or the witch hunters finding us."

"Why will it lead them to us? It's just mama giving some blood." Ayrmida asks in confusion.

"But the mages whom we ran away from will know it is us. And we need to refrain from using magic until we are safe." Daenara explains gently.

"We'll see once we get there. If the Fisher King could arrange a private meeting when I could provide my blood then I don't see why not. But otherwise I would not want to risk our safety before reaching Camelot."

"Right now it is the only safe place since Camelot might be under attack or the witch hunters heading there might block our way. I have foster family relatives in the Fisher King's kingdom where we can stay."

"Why is the Fisher King's kingdom the safest place for us now?" Ayrmida asks in concern. You couldn't blame her, based on her experiences the witch hunters could seemingly go anywhere. It was why she took advantage of her youthfulness and made it a habit not to reveal her last name.

"It is the safest place for us because there is no magic in the Fisher King's kingdom. Or at least there is no magic in public. If the witch hunters were thinking logically they wouldn't bother searching the Fisher King's kingdom because there are no mages who serve the public. And because there are no mages that serve the public, there might not be any Targaryens. Also they wouldn't want to waste time if their search is fruitless and there is no magic for them to destroy or mage or magical creature to kill."

"Oh, but wouldn't it also be a very suspicious place to find any of our relatives because there is no magic?"

"You are right Ayrmida. But right now the risk of that is lower than if we continued to head toward Camelot the same route that the witch hunters are using. Also I could send a coded message to Camelot that I'm returning."

She relents and after discussing a little bit more, it was agreed that you would depart for the Fisher King's kingdom after breaking fast.

After a few days travelling you finally reached the Fisher King's kingdom. And your aunt from your foster family was more than happy to accommodate your family in her dwelling.

"Oh it's genuinely a delight Arthur, ever since my husband died and since I have no children, it's been quite lonely here." Your foster aunt Fiona says excitedly. She's always loved entertaining and whenever she visited it was always an event you looked forward to.

"Hello children, you can call me Aunty Fiona. Don't worry you're safe here with me although I may need your help every now and then with chores around the farm."

"What will you say children?" Daenara asks gently stirring Daeron and Ayrmida from their awe at your aunt.

"Yes Aunty Fiona." They both say.

"Arthur I'd advice you not to send a message right away." Your Aunt says with a serious tone.

"Why not?"

"Because then everyone searching for you will immediately connect the message to Camelot from you. I suggest waiting till I send goods to Ector and Kay that way it won't be as obvious that there is a message from you."

"Hmm good point."

"She has point Arthur. I'd rather be safe than sorry."

"Oh don't you worry Daenara, I'll make sure all of you are safe here. But enough dreary subjects now I'm about to prepare dinner. Arthur would you like to help with the cooking?"

"OH CAN I SEE!"

"Me too! Can Ayrmida and I watch?"

"Oh of course children. As a matter of fact I think you can all help, but wash your hands first."

"Yay!" They both say as they rush to get their hands washed.

"Children don't run!" Daenara says as she follows them.

"I have to say Arthur they are quite excited to do chores." Fiona says as she is back in her teasing tone.

"This is finally their chance to do so. And it is thanks to you that I learned how to cook almost any meal."

"Oh is it?" She asks in delight.

"It is, whenever we are travelling and have needed to camp I'm the one who cooks the meal to everyone's enjoyment."

"Can we start now? The mages never let us do it!" Ayrmida says with still very wet hands as she runs to you and Fiona.

"Ayrmida come here, I need to dry your hands." Daenara enters with a towel with Daeron following behind as you and Fiona begin clearing the table to prepare it for salting.

"Can we start?"

"Of course Daeron, this is the first step."

"This is called salting children. This is a very important step to make sure everything is clean before we prepare the food."

This was the start of your life in the farm for about a year and a few months. You've began to wonder if Kay and Ector have managed to see or decode your message about preparing three more rooms in the castle discreetly. You have no doubts that they will be assured that you are still alive and staying with Fiona while there was still a high chance of witch hunters in the direction towards Camelot. Originally you were planning to travel to Camelot after the autumn harvest. That way you and your family could use the pretense of delivering the freshly harvested goods to Kay and Ector to divert suspicion. A few weeks before the harvest Kay and Ector sent a letter using the same cipher you have used telling you to stay there since there were still attacks from the witch hunters towards Camelot and they were a nuisance. As promised they've only told Guin and Lancelot that you were still alive but not where you were since the witch hunters may have made a connection between you and the Targaryen family if they were now making themselves a nuisance to Camelot. You haven't disclosed if whether or not you were successful in your quest just in case an unwanted spy were able to read your letters.

There was also another reason.

"What do you desire for your birthday children?" You ask as you and Fiona butcher two freshly slaughtered ewes who have showed signs that their best years are behind them and to put them out of their misery and to do so while they are still healthy to be eaten. Daenara was busy plucking out the feathers of several pigeons that you've shot down with the arrows that Fiona has given you. Rather than just driving away the birds eating and destroying the crops, your family was going to eat them for the birthday feast of the twins as they become twelve years of age.

"Oh I would like to have painting supplies. I miss painting and I want to paint everything here."

"You just miss painting on a flat surface!"

"Am not! I want to sketch Aunty Fiona!"

"Oh I'm flattered Daeron." Fiona chuckles as she hands you the bowl of organs that needs to be cooked and immediately eaten since they don't preserve well over time.

"Cook these immediately Arthur. Daenara could you help me here?"

"Yes, let me just pluck the last few feathers here then I'll be right there."

"Why can't we help?" Ayrmida asks.

"You're still too young to be butchering Ayrmida. You still have some growing to do first." Fiona says as she hands Daenara a similar butcher's knife and they continue cutting and preserving meats. Mainly with salt but some parts were also placed aside to be preserved in smoking. During your stay here and thanks to Fiona's guidance, Daenara and your children have not only learned how to do chores needed to be learned in any household but also how to do them well.

It was also clear that they were enjoying doing these chores. Probably because they weren't allowed to do any while staying with the mages and this allowed them some control over what they can do. Daenara was still not as good as a butcher that Fiona was but it was also clear that she was eager to learn and Fiona was also a good teacher.

"Ayrmida, would you like to help me cook these?" Your daughter enthusiastically goes to your side. You figured you would have her help you so that she wouldn't bother Fiona and Daenara. You remember the frightening time when you almost cut your own finger because you weren't focused on the angle of the cut while you were learning how to butcher. Daenara may have healing blood but you doubt it would be enough to cure a finger that was cut-off. Daeron was enjoying watching and observing and wasn't as much of a bother as Ayrmida may have been.

"Now that we are alone, is there anything you would like to have on your birthday?"

"Well there is but I don't think you will like it Papa." She says as she mixes the dough mixture to make the crust of the pie.

"How do you know if you haven't asked?"

"Because you love me and you, Mama, Daeron, and Aunty Fiona will worry about me. That's why I think you won't like it, but I really want to experience it." You put the organs in the cauldron along with other vegetables to help bulk up the filling of the meat pie you two were making. After being satisfied with the consistency of the filling being cooked over the fire, you go to Ayrmida's side to check the consistency of the dough.

"What is it that you want? I'll do my best to be as open minded as possible." You two sit down facing each other.

She tells you her wish and why she wants to experience it.

She was right that you would be worried. But after listening to her, you also cannot deny her own logic for it.

"I will have to talk to your Mama about this first. She already worries whenever you sneak out and away from us." She nods, you could tell that she had already understood that this would need the cooperation of many people should she want to truly experience it.

Daenara of course was worried.

"Ayrmida why would you want that?" She does her best to stay calm and keep the worry from her voice.

"Because once Ke-Papa goes back to Camelot everything will change. And I want to experience this so I could know what it's like."

After much talk, Daenara couldn't deny that Ayrmida was a lot like her when you two were newly married. And Ayrmida wanted to experience the same thing.

That didn't mean that she needed to be alone in doing so.

"My foster father sir Ector and my foster brother sir Kay will have to know about this so they can ensure your safety. That is non-negotiable." You tell her as your family was having a midday meal and after a lot of discussion with Daenara and Fiona about how to achieve Ayrmida's wish without compromising her safety as much as possible.

"Of course Papa."

"Do not cause too much trouble for your Papa. Is that understood tala (daughter)?"

"Issa muña (Yes mother)."

"Do not let anyone know of our secret."

"But-but what if someone is dying?"

"That's an exception but be discreet. I've taught you how to properly do it but be careful with the blade nevertheless."

"Yes mama."

"No magic until you are behind Camelot's walls. But even then be discreet tala (daughter). Camelot enjoys magic but not everyone may be trustworthy. When in doubt either wait for us or ask Ector or Kay."

"Or when in doubt run." Fiona adds as she pours herself some ale.

"Yes Aunty Fiona."

"Don't be annoying."

"Daeron!"

"But Mama it's true! Also don't be impulsive or impatient." Ayrmida chuckles as she lightly shoves him.

"Kirimvose (Thank you) Daeron."

"Biarvose mandia (You're welcome older sister)."

The time came when sir Kay finally arrived. The first thing you both did was to embrace each other.

"It's been so long brother."

"Too long. Camelot is beginning to really miss you." He pats you on the back and messes up your hair as you both chuckle.

"So where are they?"

"KAY! You better wash up before entering! I could smell you all the way from here!" Fiona says as she was using a wheelbarrow to bring the freshly milled wheat for baking bread.

"Same as ever?"

"Same as ever. At least now she has us for company for the meantime. How are the witch hunters?"

"Thankfully they've stopped attacking Camelot for the meantime. We have efficiently wasted their resources and they will have to regroup before their next attempted siege on Camelot. Since they are only loosely organized they will need to find some other source of livelihoods to restock their supply chain before they will attack us again. The routes are cleared of them now so it is relatively safe apart from a few bandits here and there."

"Thank the heavens."

You both stop as you hear giggling from the apple trees that you pass by.

"PAPA! I MANAGED TO REACH A NEW BRANCH!"

"Very good Ayrmida. Would you like to come down? I would like you to meet your uncle."

"Alright papa." A part of you was concerned but you couldn't deny that she also made you smile. She has learned to be strategic in climbing up and down trees and wore trousers instead of skirts to make things easier.

She almost fell though she was near the ground, but you were able to catch her and help her up.

"Ayrmida, this is your uncle sir Kay." She performs a curtsy as he bows to her.

"Hello uncle, I'm Ayrmida Targaryen Pendragon. But I have to go by Bardugon - oh but can I change it when we arrive at Camelot?"

"My you're very excited." He chuckles as he begins noticing how energetic she could be.

"I've already packed my things - I'm ready to go with you tonight."

"Ayrmida he'll be staying here for a few more days. He and his horse needs to rest too."

"Aww."

"Hahaha don't worry Ayrmida, your grandfather and I will be with you in whatever you want to do."

"Within reason."

"Of course Arthur but let her have some fun."

"Oh I really like you uncle."

"Now freshen up so your mother won't scold me."

"Yes papa." She runs ahead to the house as you and Kay take a detour to wash up.

"By the Gods Arthur, she really is your daughter. No one can deny you are her father." You chuckle at his astonishment.

"Thank you, you should see Daeron."

Dinner was a lively and joyful affair. Kay was having fun entertaining Daenara and the twins with even more embarrassing childhood stories with Fiona adding more details every now and then. You and Daenara finally being able to talk more about your early days in the commune, Ayrmida and Daeron eagerly asking what Camelot was like from someone who wasn't you.

The third night before they leave for Camelot, Kay asks what are your plans for the Fisher King.

"I've managed to make a private meeting happen tomorrow at midday between Daenara, myself and the Fisher King. Since Elaine and other members of his court are the ones doing the actual administration of the Kingdom here, I've managed to have them meet at one of his favorite fishing spots. I was wondering if you would like to accompany me?" Kay snorts at you.

"As if I would miss finally seeing what secret lies in their blood."

"You know you could always ask Daenara."

"Eh I want to see it."

And see it he did. While Fiona was watching over and supervising the twins back at the farm, you, Kay and Daenara met with the Fisher King, his private guards who carried him around and his most trusted alchemist.

"Hmm" Daenara contemplates as she examines the genital injury.

"Is - is it too late?"

"No, the problem is not whether or not it can be cured - which it can - I'm more concerned about your lifespan with all due respect your majesty."

"Oh - but your blood, doesn't it heal the wound of mortality too?"

"Targaryen blood can heal mortal wounds. But even we are mortal and will eventually die. There comes a point when we too will pass on. I don't know how much time you will have left but live while you can still live your majesty. For we all become one when we have our last breath."

And it was then that you felt your love for her grow. Daenara was more perceptive than what she gives herself credit for. The Fisher King's injury may have been his excuse, but it is now that you could see that what he feared was dying or not having lived his life. Traditionally he has no heir, but as much as you detest Elaine for what she did to Lancelot, even you couldn't deny that she was an excellent ruler, even if she did have to use a puppet to implement her ways.

Daenara then takes out her obsidian blade and makes a wound on her hand. She squeezes her blood on the injury and everyone watches as the injury begins to heal with just a few drops of her blood. Once she was finished she puts her non-dominant hand arm out towards the alchemist as he ties her upper arm and sterilizes the needle of the syringe with distilled alcohol. She donates her blood and once it was done, she gives instructions to limit it to at most 5 drops of blood at most should there be any problem that arose later.

The Fisher King awards you both officially and unofficially. Officially he gave some of his finest troops for sir Kay to escort to Camelot - some of whom have been trying to be a member of your round table - thus giving him an official reason to be in his Kingdom. These troops were to help with the Saxons and the nuisance of the witch hunters. But deep down, it was understood that it was also for Ayrmida's protection as they traveled to Camelot.

Unofficially the Fisher King gives you and Daenara treasures and money and bestowed upon Fiona the water mill and the spinning wheel she had been saving up for.

All that and his own favor while he lives out the rest of his new life given to him by Daenara.

"Be a good girl alright?"

"Yes mama. I'll see you and everyone when you come to Camelot!"

The two of you kiss her forehead as she embraces Daeron and Fiona. The Fisher King has given her a beautiful friendly brown mare whom she has named Goldie because of the warmth of her color. You help her up on her saddle as she kisses your cheek one last time before she, Kay, and the new troops in their layman's attire for discretion, begin their journey to Camelot.

You and the rest of your family will remain here for one or two more months. In those two months, the Fisher King would take his last breath and Queen Elaine would have ascended. Fortunately she didn't know you were still within her kingdom as you observe the effects of her policies to the people. It is still too early to say if she is an ally or not, but you could only hope for the best.

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