#viserys x you

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The dragon has three heads (Viserys x Reader x Daemon)

Summary: It's Viserys first day as King. You and your twin see him off.

A/N: We interrupt my scheduled hate of Viserys to bring you this. I thought it out when writing another request.

Warnings: Daemon x sister!Reader x Viserys to fulfill double penetration. So oral sex and vaginal sex plus Targcest.

Your limbs felt heavy. Your mind was sluggish and soft, still submerged in the waters of sleep. In and out you drifted, cradled gently in someone's arms. There was noise around you, movement. But your eyes remained closed because you knew you were safe.

A ticklish sensation on the sole of your feet made you pull it up, kneeing your pillow. The pillow made a hurt noise, and you scrunched up your face. You were not ready to wake up yet.

Your pillow shook. You looked up, blinking wearily. Daemon's eyes stared down at you. He was fighting laughter. The light inside your shared chambers was hitting him from behind, making his silver hair shine like a halo.

There was another tickle to your soles. You squirmed, and tried to hide under the sheets. You did not want to get up just yet.

“Come on. Up, sleepyheads.” Your brother's hand curled around your ankle, tugging. You whined more, clinging to your twin. “Won't the two of you see me off today?”

Daemon groaned. Now that Viserys was including him in his plans, he did not seem as amused by your plight. You echoed his noise. Viserys remained as cheerful as ever.

“Is that the way to address your King?” He teased, tickling the arch of your foot. You yipped and kicked the sheets away, letting you as naked as the day you were born.

“Thank the Gods that you are cute.” Viserys said, unbearably fond. Daemon stretched as well, fishing for his own compliments. He, too, was naked. “Both of you.”

You finally turned to face Viserys, finding him already dressed for the day. He even had his crown on. The reminder of your triumph made you smile. Though cousin Rhaenys had a stronger claim to the throne, Viserys was a man. A King always trumped a Queen. And you were the lucky woman who was married to him.

“Morning, brother.” You beamed at Viserys. He beamed right back.

Daemon pulled you closer, pressing his erection to your back.

“And what of your twin? Or are measly Princes no longer enough for you?” He asked, kissing your shoulder. Despite his playful words, you could feel Daemon's hesitation. It was Viserys first day as a King, and your first as his Queen. He probably wondered where he fitted in all of that.

During your whole childhood, the three of you had been together. Where Viserys went, Daemon and you followed. He had been the best older brother that anyone could ask for, always looking out for you.

It had been Viserys who had discovered Daemon and you, all those years ago. When the two of you were nothing more than a young girl and boy, fascinated by the differences in your bodies. Viserys had been the one to teach both of you the pleasures you could pull from it.

The three of you had married under the traditions of your house as soon as Daemon and you reached the majority. Three heads for the dragon, just as your banner, and just as Aegon and his two sisters wives.

It was not unheard of, for Targaryens to wed sister and brother. But what was unheard of was for a woman to marry two men. And so, Viserys and you had married under the Faith of the Seven to prevent a scandal. In the eyes of the realm, you were his, and it was only more cemented by your position as his queen.

It must have upset Daemon, but you knew it was the best course of action as to not attract unwanted attention. It had also been your grandfather's condition. The wounds from Maegor's reign were still too fresh in his memory.

To you, of course, it meant nothing. The bond you had with Daemon was even stronger. You were twins. Two halves of the same soul, separated into two bodies. You were never apart, not even when physically separated, for you were the same being.

Viserys gave you a look. You nodded, and turned to kiss Daemon. If he was in need of reassurances, you were going to give them to him.

You gave Daemon a slow, passionate kiss. You made sure to leave no corner of his mouth unexplored, no inch unkissed. Viserys quietly seated himself on the bed next to your twin, back propped against a pillow, legs stretched. When his hands reached for your back, you finally stopped making out with your twin and laid down, head between his thighs.

Daemon pouted.

“What are you doing?”

Viserys remained fully dressed, in what must have been a confusing sight to Daemon. Your twin and you enjoyed playing different games than this. When you were with Viserys, he liked to play husband and wife. Daemon and you had never fully evolved from the childhood games of slipping a finger in, taking something inside your mouth, raking nails across each other's ribs. While he had taken you as a man was meant to take his woman, it was a rare occasion.

You knew he had fucked other women, common whores and nobles alike. But he always came back to you, and never dared take you in such a way unless you begged for it. He didn't want to defile you, perhaps. Didn't want to lump you in with them. You were still his little sister, his hāedus. Precious, pure, Valyrian. Made by the gods to his image and likeness.

“Come on.” Viserys said, smoothing your hair back. “Doesn't she look good, brother?”

“She does. She always does.” Daemon spoke, as if caught in a trance.

“Will you get me ready for you?” You asked him, pouting. Daemon looked at Viserys. Whatever that he saw, it seemed to please him, for he leaned in over you. The wet, smacking sounds over you, told you that they had started to make out. You took your chance to run your hand over Daemon's stomach, gently scratching with your nails.

He shivered, just as you thought he would. With a gentle hand, you took his member and started to tease him. Daemon gasped.

Viserys’ hands started to pull at your nipples, making you arch from the bed. You felt yourself become slick with want already, arousal pooling in your belly and making you whine wantonly.

Your noises made your brothers pull apart. Viserys chuckled, his caresses turning more insistent now that Daemon wasn't distracting him with a kiss.

“Sweet little whore.” Daemon whispered, brushing your cheek with almost reverence. You pulled him on top of you, rubbing yourself against his thigh without an ounce of shame.

“I want you inside me, dārilaros.” You licked the shell of his ear, playfully. Daemon groaned.

“In your..?” He asked, softly. You never knew him to be so hesitant.

“My cunt, Daemon.” You rolled your eyes. You were his twin, after all.

“But Viserys…”

“I will have her mouth.” Viserys ordered, and finally took off his crown. He set it aside, and opened his breeches. You leaned your head on his thigh, watching him loom over you.

Viserys was the decision maker of the three of you. When faced with dilemmas, he took rash, decisive action. Daemon was mercurial, and prone to sudden mood swings, which often meant that he second guessed himself. You, like Viserys, were stubborn as they came.

A hand on your thigh startled you. It was Daemon, gently making room for himself. You let your thighs fall apart, showing him your slick cunt. He hummed appreciatively, and slowly started rutting against you, without entering. He dragged his tip against your entrance, teasing the both of you, before tapping it against your pearl and starting all over again.

You tried focusing on Viserys, taking him inside your mouth. He was as impatient as Daemon, though, so his hands found immediate purchase on your hair.

“Show me how good of a Queen you are, my love.” His thumb brushed over the slope of your nose, careful. You twisted yourself as good as you could, knowing that when Daemon entered, you would have a hard time doing more than using Viserys’ lap as a pillow.

His manhood was heavy on your tongue, the taste salty and musky. You looked up at him, mischievously. Viserys groaned, and urged you to take him deeper.

But you were a Targaryen and a Queen. You took orders from no one. Instead, you twirled your tongue around him, licking him sloppily. You knew there would be time for deep thrusts into your throat later on. Viserys’ thighs shook under you, throwing off your rhythm.

Daemon got down on his stomach, and sucked your pearl inside his mouth. There was no finesse to the way he was touching you, just pure desperation. It made you jolt and choke a moan around Viserys’ cock.

Daemon needed you wet and open, fast. His own desperation was showing in the way he gripped at you, almost cruel. He pressed a finger inside you and growled.

“You are soaked, little sister.”

You would have given him a snide reply, but you were too busy sucking Viserys' cock. Thank the gods the three of you had stayed up celebrating last night, or otherwise it would have been too much and too fast.

You thanked the gods that the three of you had stayed up last night celebrating, and not gone straight to bed. Otherwise, your body could not take it.

Noticing your distress, Viserys starts rubbing your breasts, softly kneading.

“You are doing so good, my Queen.”

“Our Queen.” Daemon pulls away from your cunt, annoyed.

“Treat her like it, then.”

Daemon grumbles a little, but complies. The desperate fingering of your poor hole slows down to a more manageable pace. Your moans around Viserys lost their pained edge, and you were able to go back to focusing on pleasing him.

Your twin gets more dedicated with his kisses. He slows down, licking your sex from top to bottom until you are squirming and unable to focus on anything else but the way he is kissing you.

You let go of Viserys cock, resting your head on his thigh. Your face scrunches up, jaw already a little sore. You moan, loud and high.

Your older brother gives you a kind look and pets your hair, pushing it back from your face. He seems as mesmerized by the sight of your twin lapping up the nectar between your thighs as you are.

“Be quiet.” He chides. “Or I will take your mouth until you are too sore to cry out.”

The thought, coupled with the way Daemon is starting to push his tongue inside you, makes you kneen. One of your hands timidly goes to his silver hair, encouraging him to go deeper. Your other hand reaches for Viserys, who gives you his outstretched hand to hold.

“Quiet, hāedus.” Viserys squeezes your hand.

Daemon stops his ministrations. He looks up at you, face wet with your slick, and chuckles.

“Give her your cock back, Viserys, if you are that bothered by the noise.”

“I am waiting for the two of you.”

“Afraid I will bite your cock once Daemon presses…” You tease, but before you can finish your sentence, Daemon gives your ankles a mighty tug and buries himself to the hilt inside you. “Ah. Brother…” And you are not even sure which one of them you are pleading to anymore. You have forgotten whatever smug comment you were going to say to Viserys, mouth falling open with surprise and pleasure.

Daemon feels right inside you. Warm, thick and reaching just the place where you need him to. Just the place that makes your smug comments and piling on Viserys fall away, mind gone blank with nothing but the need to give the two of them perfect Valyrian babes. Twins, like you and Daemon, or at least, a litter of siblings that can marry each other and keep your bloodline pure.

“Brat.” Daemon says, fondly. “Stop being mean to Viserys. You need to apologize. Relax your jaw for him.”

So you do. You open your mouth, letting it hang open, and give Viserys your best puppy eyed look. He snorts, very undignified for a King, and places the tip of his cock against your mouth. You whine.

“Spoiled little thing, isn't she?” Viserys pulls his hips away, and you do your best to give chase, whining more. Daemon tuts, and grips you firmly by the waist. Viserys look at him, and they exchange a glance, communicating without a word needing to be said. “Did that look like an apology to you, Daemon?”

“Not at all, brother.” He pulls out of you as well, making you whine more.

“That is so unfair!” You complain. “The two of you are teaming up against me.”

“Like you were trying to do before with me, huh?” Daemon asks, meanly pinching your thigh. You shriek and kick at him a little. “You were being mean to Viserys.”

“Oh, like you aren't!” You squirm away from him, turning on to your belly so he can’t pinch at you. You crawl towards Viserys, hoping he will protect you. Instead, he only tugs at your wrists, keeping them pinned down so you can't move.

You are trying so hard to get free of Viserys’ grip that you make a fatal mistake. You don't notice Daemon at your back, getting ready to strike. And strike he does. He smacks your arse, making you wince and fall forward into Viserys. Daemon smacks your arse again. And again. It's edging into picking of you, rather than just teasing. It's making you unbelievably wet.

“Viserys!” You scream. “Do something!”

“You are a little brat. But so is he. Enough.” Your older brother orders, letting go of your wrists. He gives Daemon a warning look. “Both of you.”

You give Daemon a superior sneer over your shoulder. You stick your tongue out. He snarls, and tugs at your hair.

“You are the Queen and Prince of the Seven Kingdoms. Behave as it befits your station.” Viserys says. “Daemon, inside. You, open your mouth.”

Daemon laughs. You do so as well. Viserys pouts.

“It's an order from your King.” He repeats, pompously.

“Alright, alright. If the King orders it.” You say, and open up your mouth. You make your best effort to let your jaw go loose, and welcome him inside. He is considerate enough to not start thrusting right away, but you know soon that patience will be tested. Viserys is as much of a dragon as Daemon and you are, and he is not one to deny himself of his pleasure. He can take you over and over on his good days, fuck you until you cry, and remain unbothered by your tears. In a sense, Daemon and him are the same.

You feel Daemon's hands on your back, warning you that he is soon to move. You widen your stance, knees falling even more apart. He slides inside carefully enough, but the stretch still hurts. You wince, and Viserys is quick to smooth down your frown with a thumb, very gentle.

Both of your brothers are very tuned in to your reactions. Consequence of being a twin, for Daemon. Consequence of being the eldest, for Viserys. They are cautious about your discomfort. You wonder what would they be like if you were not a Targaryen.

You have heard Daemon could be quite cruel with whores. He had a taste for Valyrian girls, of pouty mouths and tight little bodies, barely out of childhood. Viserys had wandering eyes, and mistook every kindness for flirting. He only read you right because he had known you all your life. They respected your strength and power too much to do anything else.

Daemon hands goes to your pearl, rubbing quick little circles in the hope of making you relax. You force your body to accept his intrusion, and go lax in between them, trusting them to not let you fall.

Viserys starts thrusting into your mouth, shallowly at first. He works on opening up your throat for him, and you try to focus on breathing to your nose. Gagging happens regardless. Daemon jolts you too much once he starts moving not to.

“Seven Hells. Do that again.” He mutters to Viserys, after a particularly vicious thrust on your throat. “She flutters delightfully when she chokes.”

You garble out an indignant reply at their lack of consideration, but you are quickly soothed by Daemon's fingers rubbing your pearl. He keeps his strokes long, making sure to drag against your walls in the most pleasurable way.

Viserys soon starts to praise you under his breath. He is the one who has been teased longer, so it makes sense that he would be the first of the three of you to let go.

“You are so good. Your mouth, sister…”

You grin around his member. You double your efforts, sucking at him and bobbing your head with enthusiasm. Your focus is so much on him that your peak takes you by surprise, and with one last thrust of Daemon's hips, you are screaming around Viserys. The vibrations against him prove to be too much, and he too goes over the edge with a muffled curse. He barely manages to pull out of you, painting your chest white.

Daemon is spurred on by the sounds and sights around him, and he snaps his hips once, twice, thrice, before he is screaming his release. You feel it coat your thighs, and it's only then that you allow yourself to collapse into Viserys.

“I was already dressed for the day.” He complains. “Can't walk into the council covered in my own seed.”

“Change later.” Daemon says, plopping on top of you and by extension, Viserys. Your older brother groans. “You are not going yet.”

“They will come looking for me.” Viserys tries to wiggle out of the cuddle pile, but the weight of your twin, and you combined is too much to do anything.

“Let them come.”

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[maidragoste]

was your meme w the daemon au about the oneshot where she married him to avoid marrying viserys? because i would LOVE to know how people reacted when daemon (i assume it would be daemon) sends a message to viserys - 🩵

Hi Anon 💖, sorry for the delay in responding but I was actually writing something totally different but I saw your question and Viserys' reaction came to mind so I started writing haha

btw, I thought this would be shorter

I hope you enjoy it 🥰🥰💖💖

I recommend people read "The Decision" first to better understand this

At first, when barely an hour had passed since you had disappeared on the back of your dragon, your family had not worried, thinking that perhaps you had lost track of time while flying. It wouldn't be the first time that happens. But then it got dark and you still didn't show up. The worst thing was that Viserys wanted to dine with you in his chambers. Corlys excused your absence by sending your maid to tell the King that you were feeling ill. Rhaenys was furious with her husband for not telling Viserys that you were missing, if the king asked for it then everyone would look for you but Corlys didn't seem to care about your safety, he seemed more worried that Viserys would think that you had escaped to avoid marrying him. Of course, your father couldn't hide your absence for long. Somehow Otto Hightower had found out about your disappearance and reported it to the king.

The next day the entire council was gathered and the king's fury at having been kept secret from the disappearance of his fiancée was evident. Rhaenyra listened worriedly as her father asked Lord Velaryon for explanations. She feared that you had made a drastic decision to run away, her heart ached just thinking that you had left without saying goodbye first.

Corlys didn't even have the chance to excuse himself and make up some story about actually knowing your whereabouts when a maester interrupted the room. The Grand Master was already about to scold him when the youngest reported that a letter had arrived with the seal of House Targaryen. Viserys instantly ordered the parchment to be given to him, knowing that it must be a letter from his brother.

Everyone watched in silence as the king's face became redder and redder as he read the parchment. “Daemon took her as his second wife,” he announced as he twisted the letter into a bun in annoyance.

Rhaenyra felt her heart skip a beat and had to hold onto the table to keep from losing her balance. You were supposed to run away or find a way to break off the engagement, not get married. The worst thing is that you married her uncle. It was unfair that he could have you but she couldn't. If only she had been brave enough to tell you how she felt but she was a coward and she settled for your friendship. She settled for pretending that you were hers every time the two of you walked hand in hand through the hallways or when she exchanged her rings with yours as if it were some declaration of love.

“Poor Lady Y/n, Prince Daemon surely took advantage of her,” said the king's hand with mock regret. Corlys was not blind like Viserys so he could see how Otto Hightower was forcing himself not to smile. He should be the only attempt with this situation, now with you out of the way he could push his daughter Alicent again so that she could get the king's attention and thus make her queen.

“You can annul their marriage,” said the princess, drawing everyone's attention to the obvious desperation and pain in her voice. Years later, different versions of the reason for Rhaenyra's despair circulated in history books. Some would say it was because she was in love with her uncle. Others would say that you were actually the owner of her affections.

“The king can no longer marry Lady Y/n. Not now that Prince Daemon…”Lyonel Strong trailed off, trying to think of a not-so-shocking word to finish with.

“He ruined her,” Otto continued.

“You're talking about my daughter, watch your mouth!” Corlys demanded furiously, hitting his palm against the table. Lyonel had wanted to avoid exactly this.

Rhaenyra also glared at the king's hand. She hated that he had used that word to describe you but I can't help but think that maybe it was better that the lords thought that of you because then they wouldn't want to marry you. Her father would annul your marriage, you would come home to her and she would never have to worry about someone else trying to steal you from her.

“They married under Valyrian customs. It may not be valid in the eyes of faith but in my eyes, it is” declared the king. Besides, he wasn't going to annul your marriage and then marry you. It would be humiliating. He didn't want to spend the rest of his life with a wife who didn't love him. You had made it more than clear in the letter. He couldn't be mad at you, not when you had apologized for not telling him how you really felt sooner, had told him that you appreciated him but couldn't imagine loving him the way you love his brother, and that you thought he deserved a wife who truly loved him. Still, he was furious with his brother because he had taken advantage of you, it didn't matter that in the letter you said that Daemon didn't force you into anything and that it was your decision to marry, Viserys was sure that Daemon didn't love you, that he had only taken you as a wife to annoy him, as revenge for making Rhaenyra his heir.

“I am very sorry for my daughter's actions, your Grace,” Corlys apologized almost through his teeth. He was furious with Viserys for being so weak. Another man would have instantly annulled the marriage and gone to find his bride but he was not surprised by the king's attitude considering that he had been more interested in planning the wedding than in putting an action plan for the situation that was occurring on the Stepstones

He was so furious with you too. If before Viserys was not interested in the Stepstones, now with you breaking your engagement even less so. He couldn't believe you did this to him. He thought he raised you better. You could have made the Velaryons go down in history by giving the king a son but you ruined everything.

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House of the Dragon Season 2 returns June 16. 🐉🔥

Matt as a Targaryen demon in the second season of House of the Dragon 🐉🔥

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[tweedstoat]

Guarantee you that if alicent was a boy otto would arrange a marriage between them and rhaenyra so fkn fast and he wouldve looked like this during the dance of the dragons

#the dance wouldve still happened i think cause viserys wouldve married someone else and had kids #but itd be a three way split #daemon and laena on one side backed by the velaryons #rhaenyra and male alicent + their kids and otto #viserys kids with random womam x #but also the comedy of aegon helaena aemond and daeron being RHAENYRAS KIDS #rip alicent you couldve been a malewife instead of whatever the fuck viserys reduced you to #otto hightower #hotd

[hazashiovo]

HOTD men with a big chested s/o

- He would honestly try not to stare at your chest when you wear a dress that shows even the tiniest amount of cleavege.

- Aemond would try beeing respectful while you're in public,but gods, he goes FERAL when you're in your dress that has almost half your tits out for display. The prince would be staring,he would try to pay attention as you speak,he really would. It's just the sight in front of him is way to much for his prying eyes.

- Now of course, people would talk about you, about how you can be so 'indecent', he saw how you didn't care, but that didn't stop him from glaring at the said people,sending shivers down their spine. No one cares speaking I'll of you while your husband is around,unless they have a death wish.

- while you're in your private chambers, Aemond loves nothing more than laying his head on your chest, hearing your heart beat is so soothing for the white haired men, sometimes he amuses you. He loves how you run your hand trough his straight hair looks, massaging that right spot that gets him sleepy.

Now for the nsfw part 😊

- How he loves ,when you're on top, seeing your boobs move with your body as you ride him, he thinks it gets him even harder.

- He'd grope and fiddle with your nipples,pulling some sweet sounds out of your mouth.

- Occasionally, he'd take one in his mouth,while carefully paying attention to the other with his long slender fingers, twisting at your nipple while his mouth sucks ,and bites at the soft flesh. Your hands gripping at his hair as you move up and down his cock,soft moans leaving your lips.

- He just loves it when your all bare for him to see,to touch, to please.

- This man has no shame in whatsoever. When he sees you ,even before beeing weeded,in that dress, to tight for your chest,boobs almost spilling out...well he's a dead man. You can have the most serious conversation with him,but his eyes would not look away from your chest. He doesn't even try to.

- You're lucky if he's in a good mood,cause lord, he sometimes can't resist the urges,and grabs your titty,in public. You can just hope no one saw this happen, cause your face is already red. And that shit eating grin that adorns his face once he did it,you just can't wait to scold him once you're all alone. Little do you know,it turns him on to see you scolding him,that serious expression on your face,tho of course he doesn't look at your face ,no ,his eyes are on your chest ,that happens to be right in front of him.

- He'd hear some men talk,when they believe he's not around. They would say inappropriate things about you, slut shame you,and oh boy. If you didn't know Daemon you'd think he was exaggerating,but the damage those men endured,well they sure will know to keep their tongue the next time(if they get to keep one).

- The prince could care less if someone else than him was staring,cause at the end of the day,he's the one who gets to fuck you,and noone else.

*NSFW

- Now when we're getting to the good part? Oh boy. He loves fucking you from behind ,one hand on your waist keeping you tightly as he pushes in and out of you, making you a moaning mess all for him. The other hand playing with your nipple, rubbing it and pinching it, drawing little squeals from you. The bastard smirks, satisfied with the way he makes you moan out his name in pleasure.

- Oh how he loves making you feel good, the way your nipples perk up in his touch,it's just makes him push harder and faster into you,hitting all the right places.

- Now this man? He's OBSESSED with your chest.

- The moment you enter the ballroom,not even wearing a dress with that much cleavage,and he's feral for you. Just the shape and the way the dress clings tightly into your body drives him mad.

- He's the type of guy who would grope your chest in public,he'd even smirk after it. You'd slap his head anoyed,but stil,a blushing mess.

- Aegon would thirst over you so bad,he wouldn't even be able to take his eyes of you if you wore a dress that revealed even the tiniest amount of cleavege. And his mommy issues? They're on a diff level when your boobs are in game. Most of the time when the two of you are also,you wouldn't be able to get up, because our dear Aegon would hug your waist tightly,and lay his head on your chest. His sleeping form would sooth you, knowing he's so comfortable around you to be vulnerable. Your hands would pet his head gently, twirling at some little curls of his,while smiling.

*NSFW

- Just like his brother,he loves having you ride him,but the only difference is how his moans would spill from his mouth,that suck at your nipples greedily. Aegon would squeeze your ass,while the other would just grip your waist as you ride him, chasing your release.

- He'd leave hickeys on your tits ,then smile at his work. He would sometimes even bite them.

- Even so,he'd never degrade you,he knows you'd scold him and won't allow him to cum if he won't behave nicely.

- Even so, you're the best he'd ever have.

- This dude would try to act like your whole body belongs to him(it Lowkey does).

- He'd make you wear as less clothing around your chest area as possible. After all Viserys gets off on your embarrassed expression.

- He loves making you feel as exposed and vulnerable.

- It's Canon that he has a superiority complex,so he would always make you do things that would result in you bending down for him, ordering you to clean his body,to get in the tub with him,just to see your exposed body.Just to feel in charge of you.

- The man would never admit he likes you for more than your body. To proud of himself to actually show emotions. So he just gifts you things, without any explanation you just wake up the next day with some jewelry on your bad.

- But when you would forcefully put his head on your chest, ordering him to relax for once...he just can't say no. The prince would just pout and remain the way you forced(he loves it) to stay.

*NSFW

- Sometimes Viserys would fuck you doggy style,just so he could squeeze your boobs while plunging into you. Your body will take each thrust, yearning for more,eyes squeezing so tight,face digging into the pillow, just heaven.

- He'd have you on missionary, watching your expression but also the way your boobs would move in rhythm with his thrust. The sounds escaping your mouth would be like honey for his ears. He'd grab your tits and squeeze them, something even fantasizing about fucking them.

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Sooo, by the ending had a few drinks,I wrote the last parts drunk .

Aniways hope u enjoy,and yes I did sneak in Viserys. He's just to fine😭

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Title: Iā Zaldrīzes's Prūmia  Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!Reader Rating: T Summary: Promises are not idly spoken and Aemond proves he's a man of his word.  Warnings: typical Westerosi shenanigans

THE DOORS OF your bedchamber creak and groan as they open without ceremony, but you already know who the unannounced and uninvited guest is at this hour —Prince Aemond Targaryen. “A gentleman would have knocked,” you tease as he makes his way across the room to where you sit at your vanity, following the trail of your discarded clothing —stockings, petticoat, skirt, bodice, and stays.

Aemond steps behind you, his hands resting at the base of your neck, fingertips lightly pressing into your collarbones. He bends at the waist, pressing his nose into the crown of your hair —still half bound up from the evening’s festivities— and inhales the sweet fading scent of rose and honeyed blood orange. “You avoided me tonight, sīmontan,” he notes. 

“Only to appease my father,” you tell him, watching his expression shift from mild ire and annoyance to curiosity in the reflection as you comb through another braid. Lord Wylde thinks himself a perspicacious man, and surely when it comes to the realm's affairs, he is, but he’s nigh blind to his daughter’s heart and longings. He expects you to take a husband soon —and quell the whispers that entertain the servants of the Red Keep and the court for good.

Expectations mean entertaining would-be suitors with pleasant conversation and clumsy dances during feasts instead of gossiping with Princess Helaena and her brother, Aemond. “We’re not children anymore,” you remind him. He is a prince. You are a lady. Neither you nor he can escape the responsibilities that come with each role.

“No,” he agrees. The days of childhood and innocence are long gone —he likes to think his childhood ended when Lucerys Velaryon took his eye. But even if childhood has come and gone, it feels like few things have changed between you and him. And maybe that’s what causes people to talk when they see the prince absconding from your chambers early in the morning or when you both return at indecent hours having stolen away on horse or dragon back.

Aemond sits next to you on the vanity bench and plucks one of the silver combs from your hair. Having him so close after the feast and your father's words gnaws at your heart in a new and strange way. You do not wish to be parted from the prince, but you cannot give yourself false hope either. “How much longer can we carry on like this?” You ask, voice wavering, and for maybe the first time, Aemond realizes the toll of his affections —of the life you both lead in private. “Sneaking around whilst my father and your mother try to make suitable matches for us.”

“I’ll tell mother there’s only one match she need make then,” he tells you. He called you his princess as a boy, but when Vhagar accepted you, he knew —it should have been enough to make your father and Alicent realize too. Aemond wraps a lock of your hair around his finger and tugs on it gently. “You’ll be a Princess of the Realm. What father would not wish that honor upon his daughter?” Then he leans closer and whispers in your ear. “Our sons could be kings.”

“Planning to depose your brother already?” That earns you a quiet laugh. He’s made it no secret that he is better suited for the throne than his lecherous brother. “It matters not, though.” You unwind the last of the braids and glance down at the brush in hand. Aemond’s pursed lips fall, his brow furrowing. “In the end, I am but the daughter of a minor house,” you remind him, “unfit for such a prestigious match.” Queen Alicent Hightower will pursue a union between her second son and a daughter from one of the Great Houses of Westeros —not the daughter of a lesser house from the Stormlands. House Wylde has nothing to offer the Crown save for love and loyalty. 

“I don’t give a shit about prestige,” Aemond bites, his tone sharp and expression harsh. He’ll not tolerate hearing you patronize yourself, nor the thought that anyone other than him would get to decide who is worthy of his love. The harsh line of his lips softens, as does the furrow between his brows. He shifts, taking hold of your hands —thumbs running across your knuckles. “Nyke jaelagon ao.”

Freeing one of your hands, you reach around him, undoing the clasp of his eyepatch. He catches the leather piece and places it next to one of your hair combs on the vanity. The blue of his stone-eye glimmers in the firelight —you’ve never loved that shade of deep blue as much as you do now. Aemond closes his eye when your fingertips meet the start of his scar, tracing downward, over where his eye should be, and across his cheek. He conceals his sapphire eye while at court so as not to frighten the ladies. But you had been among the first to see him after his return from Driftmark —the wound fresh and stitches swollen. Aemond hadn’t wanted you to look upon him, not after hearing whispers from others, but true friends did not abandon one another so readily.

You tilt your chin up and lean closer to him, heart racing. There’ll be no going back after tonight, one way or another. “Then make good on your promise and take me,” you breathe. It’s a promise made a lifetime ago and one you nor he has ever forgotten. 

Aemond inhales before he seizes your face within his hands and lurches forward, lips seeking yours —hungry and zealous and loving. You sigh into his mouth, fingers twisting into his silver-white hair. He tastes of smoke and wine and everything you could ever dream of in this life.

THE SPACE NEXT to you in bed is empty and cold when your lady’s maid, Lyra, comes to wake and prepare you for the day. She says nothing about the state of your undress —only offers a meek smile when she realizes you wear Prince Aemond’s tunic. People in the Red Keep like to speculate about your and the prince’s relationship, but only Lyra knows the truth, having stumbled upon you and Aemond in bed, wrapped up in one another. It had been innocent enough then, but now without the high neck of your linen shift beneath a blue-green dress, the world would be able to see the scattering of dark lovebites on your neck —and speculation would turn to scandal.

A posted guard announces your arrival, and Helaena looks up from her embroidery and offers a faint and fleeting smile. “Good morrow, Lady Wylde,” the princess greets. You arrive later than usual, and Helaena’s already broken her fast with her brothers, sorely missing the pleasant conversation which often quells Aemond and Aegon’s tempers.

“Good morrow to you, princess,” you reply, dipping down into a quick curtsey before taking a seat across from her. Your unfinished embroidery is left on the low table, a poor attempt to create the sigil of House Wylde —a blue-green maelstrom on a golden field. The curves and lines are not straight, and instead of neat swirls, it looks more like a patchwork of yellow and blue thread. “We’ve apple tarts still from breakfast,” Helaena notes to break the looming quiet. “Made sure my brothers did not eat them all.”

You thank Helaena for her thoughtfulness, then turn your attention to little Jaehaerys and Jaehaera, swaddled in pale linens and still fast asleep in their bassinet. Helaena often reprimands you for spoiling them, just as she does their uncle. It’s astounding such pure little beings had come from Aegon’s loins. “Aemond was looking for you,” she says, suddenly —knowing something was off with him this morning. “He’s gone to train now.”

“Did he say why?” But Helaena does not answer, only offering another quick smile. 

Ser Criston Cole glimpses you as you descend the stairs to join the others watching the prince’s training session. “You have an audience,” the kingsguard knight says, pushing away from a stalemate. Aemond always garners an audience when he trains —it makes for a bout of good entertainment on droll days, especially when his opponent is Ser Criston. But now the one person Prince Aemond always looks for arrives —and it’s the only audience that matters to the young prince. He spins the hilt of his training sword, then drives the blunted sword into the ground and turns on heel.

You step to Aemond, hands clasped behind your back and head tilted to the side —appraising his disheveled appearance and the sheen of sweat on his pale brow. “Helaena said you wished to see me, my prince?”

Mindlessly, he reaches for a lock of your hair, twisting it around his finger. “I always wish to see you,” Aemond replies, softly and hushed.

“Flattery will get you everywhere and nowhere, Aemond.” You grip his wrist lest he forgets himself and the others watching with eagle eyes and loose lips.

“Mm” —his lips quirk upward, and his gaze dips downward, tracing the line of your jaw and neck— “let’s hope for the former then, my lady,” he breathes, a heady lilt to the words. You like to think yourself immune to his tricks and sweet words, but the flush of warmth painting your cheeks says otherwise. Aemond smiles in earnest and glimpses his waiting opponent over his shoulder. “May I ask your favor whilst I best this old knight?” He asks, just loud enough for those closest to hear.

“I’ve no favor to give,” you tell him, amused —you have no crown of flowers, ribbon, or handkerchief to present the prince this day, only yourself.

But that’s more than enough. “A kiss then,” Aemond muses, already leaning closer and expecting you to acquiesce his request, “from my fairest lady.”

You press a hand to his chest, fingers toying with one of the buckles of his gambeson. “Only if you win.” A kiss is a precious thing, and you dare not give one away so freely before your titled peers. Aemond steps back and recovers his training sword, then turns to face Ser Criston.

Three more rounds come to pass. One ends in a draw, the other with Aemond knocking the kingsguard knight’s sword from hand, but in the final contest, Criston claims victory.

The gathered lords and ladies clap and cheer, slowly filtering from the training yard now that the spectacle is over. You lean against a training dummy, watching as the two combatants and their page boys come to rerack the training weapons. “It’s good of you to knock him on his arse from time to time, Ser Criston,” you remark, making your way toward the knight and prince. 

Aemond glares across the training yard, but you only smile sweetly for him. In truth, it soothes your heart and mind to know the prince is trained by one of the finest knights in the Seven Kingdoms —and one of the few battle-hardened warriors who resided in the city at that. “Even princes must be humbled, my lady,” Ser Criston replies. “A duty I take no pleasure in.”

You reach for Aemond’s arm. “Walk with me,” you say, smiling up at him. He obliges, knowing your company will be the sweetest balm for his wounded pride. You mean to steal him away to the godswood of the Keep but passing members of the court all seek to stop you and the prince for polite conversation —a question about King Viserys’s health, an offhand remark about the unusually warm weather. 

Many in the court believe you to be a good match for the prince regardless of birth status, though they’d never dare speak such improper opinions aloud. And all the while, Aemond presses his hand against the small of your back, his thumb rubbing circles, mindlessly, through the linen and silk of your summer dress —always touching you somehow, as he is wont to do, and uncaring of whoever may see.

It takes time to converse with everyone so as not to be seen as impolite, but the halls of the Red Keep give way to the godswood. Aemond stops beneath the weirwood tree and peers up at the red leaves, suddenly lost in thought and memory. “If you could go anywhere” —his gaze flits down to you— “where would you go?” He isn’t sure what he wants to hear you say. 

“Se hūra,” you answer, needing little time to ponder an answer. You’ve everything you want here in King’s Landing —family, friends, the love of a prince— you needn't go anywhere else save the impossible. 

“You’d have to fly to the moon,” he muses.  

You step in front of Aemond and reach for his hands —twining your fingers with his. “But you have a dragon.” You could take me. If any dragon could reach the moon and stars, it would be Vhagar, and Aemond would take you without question or hesitation. He does not say anything, but there’s a glimmer in his eye, and then he frees one of his hands, the backs of his fingers skimming across your cheek. Aemond exhales softly, leaning in as you tilt your chin up, standing a little taller. It’s a small kiss, just at the corner of your mouth, nothing more, nothing less —for propriety’s sake. But before he can part, you turn your head, noses brushing together just before your lips do. 

It’s a risky decision to display your feelings for one another so openly, but the prince is long past caring, and you’re nigh to that point too. A cool tingle crawls up your arms when his hand cradles the back of your head —fingers lacing into your hair. Aemond nudges your nose with his own, and on instinct, you both tilt your heads, finding a better angle for him to kiss you slowly, lazily. And then he grabs your waist with his free hand and pulls you closer to him, breathing in your little gasp. “Ñuha sīmontan,” he whispers upon parting. Then he releases you from his gentle hold and steps back.

You cannot keep him to yourself this day, he’s promised to tend to his mother before continuing his studies with the maester, and you must return to Helaena’s company as her favored lady-in-waiting.

AEMOND KNEELS BEDSIDE and wakes you with the cool brush of his fingertips against your cheek. “Come to bed, jorrāelagon,” you murmur, catching his mismatched gaze of lilac and sapphire in the dim firelight of the dwindling sconces. But he makes no move to join you; instead, he offers his hand —and his heart. 

Rousing, you don a dressing gown and cloak and follow your rogue prince through the hidden passageways of the Red Keep and into a courtyard below, where Ser Criston waits with a saddled black destrier. The kingsguard knight passes the reins to Aemond with a curt nod before taking his leave to return to his post at the Queen’s door. Aemond helps you up into the saddle, then mounts behind you and takes the reins, turning westward. It’s common for the two of you to steal away for the night, but seldom do such trysts occur without prior thought. You glance over your shoulder. “Where are we going at this hour?”

His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you back flush against his chest. “Se hūra,” Aemond replies, a gentle whisper in your ear. 

King’s Landing fades on the horizon as you ride to the south and towards the Kingswood. He slows the horse to a halt at the edge of a clearing surrounding one of the largest oak trees in the swath of forest. Burning lanterns hang from the lowest branches, and an altar bearing miniature stone likenesses of the Seven stands before the great trunk.

Aemond eases you from the saddle, then dismounts himself and offers the crook of his arm. You glance around and to the stars and moon above —the clouds from earlier have parted to a clear night sky— before looking up at the prince. A flutter starts in your belly, and your heart begins beating faster. It isn’t, you tell yourself. He wouldn’t break tradition so easily. “Is this where you disappeared to earlier?” You query, wondering how many days and nights he’s spent planning this moment, but he does not offer an answer.

When you reach the altar, he steps before you and takes your hands. “I like to think I am a man of my word,” Aemond starts, and you can see the nervous twinkle in his eye. “I would make you mine tonight,” he tells you. “Now and forever.” He promised when you were only children that you’d be his princess one day, and again when you were both of age and realized simple friendship could not account for the way you loved one another. The tears pricking at your eyes are ones of joy, and you smile for Aemond before embracing him, face tucked into the crook of his neck.

From the shadows, Septon Eustace emerges, a marriage cape draped over his arm and a lantern held aloft in the other. Part of you refuses to believe this is happing —you’ve scarcely dreamt of something so sweet as this moment. Eustace bows his head. There is no need for ceremony or rambling to appease the masses. Tonight it is only two young lovers, desperate and eager to speak the sacred vows before it is too late.

“We are here to join these two as man and wife in the sight of the Seven,” he begins, looking between you and the prince and the carved figurines of the Seven on the altar. You grip Aemond’s hand, fingertips pressing into his wrist. “One flesh, one heart” —his heart is racing, just as yours is, almost in sync— “one soul, now and forever.” And forever shall come too soon.

“Cloak the bride, my prince.” The septon extends his arm, offering the black cape emblazoned with the sigil of House Targaryen, embroidered with silver thread and shining ruby eyes. “Bring her under your protection.” Aemond takes the cloak and steps behind you —his uneven breaths fan across the nape of your neck— draping the heavy fabric over your shoulders. The new weight makes you stand taller, as a princess of the realm should.

Septon Eustace lowers his head as Aemond returns to your side and reaches for your shaking hand, but his touch nigh instantly soothes your nerves and heart. “In the name of the Seven, I seal these two souls” —the septon wraps a red silk ribbon around your joined hands— “binding them as one for eternity,” he states, taking a step back. “Now look upon one another and say the words.”

You glimpse Aemond, gaze following the sharp line of his jaw, before shifting to face him. “Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crone. Stranger,” you and Aemond say in unison, gazes locked and unfaltering —his cold gaze softens, reflecting the lanterns and stars. You take a slow breath before reciting the vows you’ve only ever dreamt of speaking. “I am his, and he is mine, from this day, until the end of my days,” you proclaim. I am hers, and she is mine, from this day, until the end of my days, Aemond echoes. 

“It is done then,” the septon says, bowing his head as he unbinds the silk ribbon. “I wish you both happiness and good health.” Eustace looks to Aemond. “My prince” —then his gaze flits over to you— “princess.” A flutter of wings stirs in your belly hearing your new title, another promise Aemond had made good on. And then Septon Eustace takes his leave.

Alone, you reach for him and rise on your toes to bestow a kiss just below his sapphire eye, along the scar cutting across his cheek. “Husband,” you call him, giddy with the thought and what it means for the future. 

Aemond rests his forehead against yours, lips curved into a smile. “Say it again,” he breathes, the words a soft caress against your lips and cheek. He doesn’t think he’ll ever tire of hearing his name and titles in your soft, lilted voice. 

“Valzȳrys,” you whisper, remembering the Valyrian word for ‘husband’ —you came across it while reading a book about the traditions of Old Valyria with him in the library. 

“Ābrazȳrys,” he calls you. Another title added to an ever-growing list of endearments: Wife. Princess. My love. Rose. Aemond cups your face in his hands and brings your lips together. The kiss is sweet and soft, not lesser, or more than any other you’d shared in secret, only now, he is more than your dear prince.  

IT’S NOT DIFFICULT to keep your marriage to Aemond a secret. You both carry on as you always have in the eyes of the court, but your husband takes to the secret passageways of the Red Keep to spend the evening and night hours with his new wife —always gone by morning, though. No one, save for Lyra and perhaps Helaena, suspects a thing.

And so your father continues his search for a suitable man to marry his daughter. He calls upon you to take lunch in the gardens with him and hear the good news. “You’re to meet Humfrey Swyft in a week's time,” Lord Wylde announces. House Swyft is a knightly house of the Westerlands, sworn to House Lannister. A good name. A good house. A good match. But as your father speaks, your heart begins to race —pounding in your ears like the war drums of the Giants. “He has asked to seek your hand in courtship.” And marriage. 

“I cannot accept this match, father,” you tell him, eyes downcast and gaze focused on your hands —folded in your lap. Lord Wylde’s brows settle into a deep furrow. He raised you as a proper lady of the court, talented in womanly affairs and always dutiful. Despite your newfound happiness, it is still painful to be a disappointment to your father and house.

“I am wed to another.” Your voice trembles as you speak the truth, and your father’s face turns red with anger. But you go on. Lord Wylde is a devout follower of the Seven, and perhaps it will ease his heart and curb his temper to know you had not done something so reckless on a whim. “Septon Eustace and the Seven will attest to my vows.”

“To whom are you married, daughter?” He knows the answer already, deep down —and knows the whispers which entertain the servants and other members of the court about his daughter and the prince are true. You look up from your glass of sweet wine, seeing Aemond approach through the hedges —a prince come to rescue his lady wife— and give a quiet sigh of relief.

“Me,” Aemond says before you can speak his name. “And we did so with the Queen’s blessing.” You look to your husband, just as surprised as your father upon hearing it. Though, at least it soothes your heart to know Good Queen Alicent looked upon your union with her son favorably.

“You need not worry for her happiness or prosperity, my Lord Wylde.” Aemond rounds the table and reaches for your hand to kiss your knuckles, his lips pulling into a smile against your flesh. “I will honor her as all good husbands honor their wives.” His cool gaze flits from your father back to you, a new, unspoken promise shining in his eye. Now, always, and forever. 

High Valyrian Translation: Iā Zaldrīzes's Prūmia - A Dragon’s Heart Sīmontan. - Rose. Nyke jaelagon ao. - I want you. Se hūra. - The moon. Ñuha sīmontan. - My rose. Jorrāelagon. - Love. Valzȳrys. - Husband. Ābrazȳrys. - Wife.

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Eventually (Part 1)

Modern! Aemond x Fem! Reader

Summary: Aemond has been in love with Helaena's best friend but hasn't confessed yet. Everything changes when he meets her at Dragonstone.

Part 2

Part 3 (maybe, not sure)

A/N: English isn't my native language. I'd be very glad for your comments and reblogs. Thank you in advance! Enjoy the story :)

For the atmosphere: Agnes Obel — Familiär

Warnings ⚠️

NSFW 18+, m masturbation, mentioning of sex, swearing, in this story Helaena is the youngest, she/her pronouns.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Two years.

Aemond Targaryen has been madly in love for two years. And if it weren't his lifestyle and business, he would confess. His family is another reason why it is so complicated. Although, the main reason is his fucking father and his delusional idea of Aemond's marriage with that Baratheon girl, God only knows her name.

One more issue. Who is she? A girl from a plain family without wealth that the Baratheon, oh Lord how Aemond is fed up with hearing that name, has. That's all. She is just a student. She is just the best friend of Halaena. She just sometimes appears at their mansion for a movie night with his sister. She is just a girl who Aemond has been madly in love with for two years.

***

Ragged breathing. The sound of the turned on shower. He has only half an hour to get to work. But Aemond can't stop. Can't stop thinking about her. Hair, eyes, lips, neck, collarbone, breasts, literally everything. All of her. He wants to devour her. Aemond's hand goes back and forth on his firm shaft. All thoughts swirling in the mind are of her. He shuts his eye tight making movements of the hand faster and harder. He desires it to be not his fingers and palm but her warm mouth or wet pussy. He wants to hear the sounds of their shared juices but not of the shower. Breathes are heavy. It seems as something has stuck in his chest, it wishes to break free, to burst with loud groans.

"Fuck!" he exclaims.

Aemond starts moving his hips roughly thrusting into his hand seeking for the relief. Still it would feel better if it were her hot insides.

"Fuck! Ah!" he moans.

There. It's there. Soon. He is going to come. Finally. He fucking wants her. Desires more than everything.

"Aahh!"

Aemond's cock starts twisting releasing his semen on the floor of the shower. He breathes heavily feeling huge relief. Aemond leans his head back opening his mouth slightly and licks his lips. The last exhalation is deep and long. Somewhat his mind has cleared and cooled being ready for another working day. Though, Aemond knows it won't last long. Sooner or later his only thought is going to be her.

***

"I don't fucking care, Viserys! She's a bitch!" Daemon shouts squeezing a crystal tumbler in his hand.

Aemond is sitting in his father's office at their family's mansion, silently looking at the mahogany desk. He is waiting for the ending of another spectacle that has uncovered after several minutes when Daemon and he have entered the room. Rhea Royce has been a topic of conversations between two brothers recently as the rogue one possesses no wish to be married to her anymore.

Aemond exhales heavily and keeps on sipping his Knappogue Castle Irish Whiskey.

They have come to discuss new reports from the financial department but, as Aemond has noticed, currently Daemon's concern isn't connected with Targaryen's company. Instead of working, he argues with Viserys due to his wish to divorce that Royce bitch and to marry his new passion — Laena Velaryon.

All responsibilities and work at the financial department are on Aemond's shoulders. Again. It happened once several years ago when Daemon suddenly realised he got tired signing papers, sitting at meetings, deciding matters, so he just bought two tickets to Essos and went on a journey with his lover, nobody remembers her name now.

Only Aemond remembers. He remembers everything. He remembers the huge fight that happened within the family right after his uncle's airplane took off. He remembers how he had been working day and night reviewing all transactions, conducting all operations, leading all meetings, everything... When Daemon, the head of the department, was sipping a cocktail lying on the beach, sunbathing in pleasant rays while his lover was making a slobbery blow job. Aemond has always been a scapegoat, especially after that incident when he lost his eye. That was the moment when he realised that his father didn't care about him and his brothers, and sister.

"I said everything! I'll marry Laena and nobody will stop me!"

With these words, Daemon shuts the door leaving Viserys and Aemond alone.

The elder Targaryen exhales heavily:

"He's going to be the death of me," mutters Viserys and turns towards his son.

"How's work?"

Aemond mentally curses his father for this fake caring. In one gulp he drinks the remainings of 12-year-old whiskey and places the glass on the small table next to the armchair.

"Work is fine," dryly answers. He wishes promptly to discuss the matter and leave the office. Aemond can't stand his father at all.

"Then let's see what we have," Viserys sits in his working armchair wrapped in dusty brown leather and takes the folder with the reports.

***

"Aegon!" Aemond knocks at the door of his brother's bedroom. He hears moans and sweet gibberish that Aegon, perhaps, is telling a girl who is now below him. Or on top. Aemond doesn't care.

"Oh, yes! Yes!" exclaims the girl and releases a load groan that, as Aemond considers, the whole mansion has heard.

"Aegon!" Aemond knocks one more time feeling impatient, "we have to go! Open the door! Now!"

"You like it?" He hears his brother's chuckling and moaning — Aegon has always been loud in bed.

"Yeah!" The girl laughs; the bed continues squeaking.

Aemond exasperatedly runs the hand on his face and tsks. He turns on his heels and goes downstairs right to the rooms of the staff. There, he borrows a key that a maid uses to unlock Aegon's bedroom for cleaning.

The moment Aemond enters the room, he sees a red haired girl bouncing on his brother's hips. So... she's on top.

"Oh, hi, brother," Aegon smiles still keeping one hand on the lean leg of his guest and another one on her heavy breast.

"Meet Angelica," the elder goes on completely undeterred by the situation he is caught in.

"I don't care," Aemond dryly answers casting a quick glance at the girl that is grinning at him, "just get your things and come on. We're going to Dragonstone."

"What's it now?" Aegon rolls his eyes.

"We're to meet Corlys there and arrange something. I'm waiting in the car."

"Is the issue arised because our dear uncle wants to divorce that bitch?" Aegon laughs.

"No," Aemond answers coldly turning to the doorway, "five minutes, Aegon. Hurry up!"

At long last, the door of the car is opened, and Aegon gets into sitting next to Aemond. The picture is hilarious, mostly for the elder of two brothers: inside, the car smells of tobacco, citrus, and something woody — Aemond's perfume, which he adores. He is wearing a classy black suit of the English cut with a matching dark grey tie. And Aegon sprawls on the leather seat only in jeans and a T-shirt, luckily, a clean one.

"Always a good little boy?" He snickers examining his brother's outfit. Aemond ignores the insult and keeps on looking in the window. The gloomy expression is on his face.

"I heard Daemon doesn't appear at office, fucks Laena instead of that bitch, so... again all work is on you, little good boy?"

"Will you shut the fuck up?" Aemond hisses turning the head towards his brother.

"What?! Isn't that true?!"

"Maybe you'd better start doing your part of the work as well?"

"I don't give a shit," Aegon puts on a resentful face, "if our father doesn't give a shit about us, why should I care?"

"The matter isn't in..."

"The matter is exactly in this! Rheanyra is CEO, not me, not you. You're not even given a position of the head of the financial department. During all these years, as you've been working hard, not Daemon. But, as I said, they don't give a fuck."

Then, there is long silence between both of them. Aemond is looking in the window at changing landscapes: from King's Landing's houses with red roofs to the views of the calm sea as the car has been driven on the bridge that leads to Dragonstone.

"There's going to be Halaena and her," Aemond hears how his brother's mood changes abruptly. Only several seconds ago, he was upset because of the family issues, and now he's grinning looking at Aemond pointedly. He doesn't condemn Aegon for quick mood alterations, in some way, it's his method of hiding the resentment and living among crazy relatives. Still, at times, Aemond finds this Aegon's feature to be very annoying.

"Her?" Aemond raises one brow.

The Cheshire cat's grin becomes bigger on his brother's face.

"Oh, come on, don't pretend like you're an idiot! Her, Aemond. You know who I'm talking about."

"Halaena's best friend," Aemond responds feeling as if something is swirling uncomfortably in his stomach when mentioning her.

"Yes," a satisfied expression appears on Aegon's face, "Daeron texted me. Their summer holidays started at university and they decided to come to Dragonstone, like for a week, I guess. You know, to have parties, to sunbathe in bikinis, to swim."

Aemond gulps nervously. His pupils have dilated. He feels hot.

"If you could only see yourself!" Aegon bursts out laughing unable to control himself, "I know you wanna fuck her!"

"I don't!" Aemond cuts off immediately indignantly looking at his brother's face possessing a sole desire to smack him hard.

"Yes, you do! I notice how you look at her. Do you love her?"

One more time, the loud laughing can be heard in the car — Aegon isn't able to stop. Aemond just exhales heavily and turns his face away from his idiot brother towards the window.

He is exhausted. Because of everything. Aegon, Daemon, his father, all this abnormality the Targaryen family possesses, probably, for decades. He wishes to rest, at least, a little. Isolate himself from others and just sit in his room alone for several days like a mad man. However, there's no going back; his life is predestined, and he has been working in the family business for so long. Somehow, Aemond has got used to this lifestyle. Though, the only silver lining of his life remains to be Halaena's best friend. The girl who he has been madly in love with. The girl who he is going to meet again in an hour.

#aemond #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #prince aemond #aemond x reader #aemond fanfiction #aemond fic #aemond imagine #aemond one eye #aemond x you #aegon ii targaryen #daemon targaryen #viserys targaryen #king viserys

[ophelieverse]

can you just write something fluff with Daemon and pregnant reader?She is Viserys and Aemma youngest daughter and their are naming their first son after her father/Daemon brother(damn Targaryens)

۵A name fit for a king.

Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader.

I loved this request,especially after the last episode.There’s gonna be some spoilers (but nothing very important)also incest,so if this makes you uncomfortable don’t read and reader gonna have targaryen features.

Thank you for the request,hope you like it and let me know what you think!💕💕

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The earth awakes slowly,everything around is quiet,the melodious chirping of the birds out of the window glass and the sweet crashing of the waves on the shore were the most beautiful lullaby.

The sun was rising above the horizon,shining with his golden rays all over Dragon Stone who was still enjoying its peaceful slumber.It would be a beautiful day,no clouds in sight,sky bluer as ever and a comforting warmth touching every living creature on the small island.

A beautiful start for an awaited long summer,the one Y/n wished for.After several months of winter it was time for the cold and dark weather to retire and giving its place to the season of eternal sunshine and development.

Delicate golden light glowed on her skin,immaculate and soft,where he was tracing lines with his fingers,almost to pure to be corrupted.Y/n was still asleep,her cheek pressed on the white pillow and a peaceful expression on her beautiful face.

Her husband laid besides her like every morning,the gods have mercy on whoever will try to have his place and stealing away from the thing he begged on his knees for.Daemon remembered the day,when he and Y/n came back together,hand in hand,after winning the war in the Stepstones,and how after,the same night,he went to his brother chambers.

«You said i could have anything i wanted when i gave you my crown.»he told to the King«I want Y/n,wed her to me.»then his knees touched the cold stone floor,a pure gaze of love and devotion in his eyes was powerful enough to have his wish come true.

Purple orbs scrutinized her angelic face,memorizing and mapping every inch of her skin just like they always did.From the way her soft rosy lips were slightly parted,her silky silver hair,strands of moonlight spread on her pillow,and her closed eyelids the closed the world outside.

Such a beautiful and mesmerizing sight should be forbidden for a man like him,but here she was,laying on her side trying to gather some energy back.She need that,more than anyone at the moment.Daemon hands traveled down her arm,savoring the soft texture of her skin,and landing on the growing belly hidden under her nightgown.

Fortunately this pregnancy had been much easier than the last one,the one that gave them two beautiful daughters,twins, Aemma,named after Y/n mother,and Alyssa,named after Daemon’s one.This time Y/n had enough strength to still be able to ride her dragon and to not spend all of her time laying in bed.

Softly Daemon face disappeared in his wife warm neck,lips ghostly kissing the tender skin in attempt to wake her up.A quiet whine,similar to a light breath,left the back of her throat,a little smile was now present on her face as she titled her head to give him more access to continue.

«Good morning,my little storm.»he greeted her,lips still hovering the sensitive flesh on her neck,his arms wrapped around her waist bringing her closer to him as his hands made their way to her stomach again.

«Morning my love.»Y/n voice was still sleepy,her eyes were adjusting to the light in the room,trying to take in as much as she could of her husband handsome features.

Daemon pale blonde hair tickled her cheek and his warm breath on her skin gave her goosebumps all over.The nickname, “Little storm”,the way he used to call when she was little due to her impetuous behavior,made her giggle while she started to play with his hair.

When Daemon palm met the swollen belly a smile stretched on his lips«How did you two slept?»he asked,callous finger brushing and caressing where his child was growing.

«He didn’t move at all,he must have been very tired.»she informed him,humming sweetly and placing a hand over his.

Daemon chest warmed at her words«He’s already listening to his father.»he chuckled a bit.

Both of them wished and hoped for a boy,it was no secret for anyone at this point.Y/n wanted nothing more than a little boy,a little version of his father with beautiful lavander eyes,to love and protect for the rest of her life.

A few seconds later,just like a magical effect,a little kick was felt against Daemon palm melting his heart«That’s my boy.»he whispered with a stupid grin on his face.

Carefully Y/n brought herself closer to her husband,nuzzling the tip of her nose in his hair,airways filled in his sweet scents«I want our son to be born at the Red Keep.»she stated.

Daemon hand faltered,tiling his head up,concerning eyes meeting his wife hopefully ones«You are to give birth at any moment,it would be too dangerous.»he explained to her.

Y/n smiled a little,a sad and distressing expression as she almost choked on her next words«And my father would most likely to be dead by the time i will be able to travel again.»

A sour taste on her tongue and tears forming in the corner of her eyes,the ache in her heart beating furiously in her chest heavy like a stone as she thought of it.Her father had always been nothing but doting and sweet to her,as his second daughter of his beloved first wife,he didn’t care about anything else but to make sure that she was happy and well satisfied with her life.

With the hours spent working on their little Valyria model together,laughing while he narrated to her the tales of their ancestors.All the times she stood right next to him in the small council or in the throne room,because one day she would have been the hand of the Queen and needed to learn about political issues and how to help her sister ruling the realm.

Daemon closed his eyes for a moment,just yesterday he received a crow from the Queen who informed him about his brother worrying declining health.He understood her,Y/n wanted nothing more for her father to witness the birth of his grandson,and how desperately she wished for her child to be a boy to see the gleaming smile that her father had when he met Rhaenyra children.

She wanted to make him proud,his sweet little daughter,one last time with the desire that her father wished to make come true with her mother.

«To King’s Landing then.»they stood there,fingers intertwined over her belly,enjoying each other presence silently celebrating the future birth of they third child.Their first boy.

The travel to King’s Landing happened the next day,Y/n stood on the boat,her eyes up in the clear warm sky as she watched her two daughters flying above her head on their dragons,a hand caressing her big stomach as her husband brushed the hair off her face.

Daemon insisted to be on her side,with Caraxes and Blackfyre,Y/n dragon,flying along side Aemma and Alyssa.From the horizon,the immense sight of the Red Keep started to make its view as the Targaryen boat plowed the calm sea.

Her father was in his chambers,laying in his bed,as Y/n made her way to visit him as soon as she entered the castle.The room was silent,warm and the smell of milk of the poppy lingered all over the place.

She stepped quietly,her long maroon dress brushing against the cold floor,her hands trembling as she pulled away the white tent of her father bed.The king was there,a pale and ill face,a bald head with just some tufts of hair falling on his shoulders,black teeth and ad a white cloth covering the right side of his old and deterioreted face.

«Aemma?»her father voice came out with a choked breath as he opened his eye and looked at blurred figure.

Y/n heart ached in her chest,the memory of her late mother,the whole she had left behind,was still present after all this years«Father»she addressed him with a sweet voice«It’s me,Y/n.»her warm and young hands took his cold and shivering ones,caressing the skin with her thumbs.

«Oh,my Y/n.»her father eyes watered just like hers,his voice broken with emotions«My beautiful daughter.»he called her close to place a wet kiss on her forehead.

«Where are your girls?»he asked then trying to look around the room in search for his granddaughters.

Y/n wiped the tears in her eyes,smiling«They are with me and they will come to visit you soon with someone new.»she told him.

With her father confused expression,of someone who forgot,Y/n brought his hands to her stomach«Your grandson.»

«A boy?»her father cried out.

She nodded«It will be this time,i promise you.»

Her father let go of her hand,shaking his head with a painful whine coming from his lips«Do not make my same mistakes.All of my life i chased a foul dream when everything that i needed was right there before my eyes.»he told her.

Y/n never realized how persistent had become her wish for a son,her wish to give his father what he didn’t have for years,a boy he would have cared about and loved just like he was his.It felt like she owned him a son,being born with a dead twin brother,Y/n,a daughter,came to the world instead of the heir her father longed for.And right now it felt like it was her duty to give tho world a beautiful Targaryen boy for the one that she stole.

«This boy will not be a mistake,father.He will be our blessing.»

The water in the bathtub was warm,almost boiling,but that was the temperature that a dragon needed.

Y/n was sitting there,her back pressed against her husband naked chest,while his hands were caressing her belly with a wet cloth.Hours after she had visited her father,Daemon ha spoke to the Grand Maester asking him of a way to ease Y/n before her time came.A warm bath seemed like the best option,so the rough prince didn’t waste anytime to prepare one.

She hummed quietly,closing her eyes and tasting the relived sensation«Thank you for letting me having time alone with him.»she whispered.

Daemon kissed the back of her head,where her hair were tied up,the smell of roses and cinnamon and the little babbles tickled his skin«How was he?»he asked with a calm voice.

Different,she wanted to answer him.An empty shell of a man was what there was left behind of her father and it pained her.

«He was happy to see me.»she said,the lump in her throat felt thick as she nuzzled her head in her husband neck to seek comfort.

Daemon forced a smile on his lips,planting them on Y/n warms one«He will be happy to meet his grandson too.»he murmured against them.

Y/n didn’t said anything,at this point she didn’t knew anymore.From the moment she was pregnant again in her bones and in her heart she was sure it was gonna to be a boy,but right now,maybe,it was just her blind desire to speak to her just like it did to her father.

«Viserys.»she has said then all of the sudden,in her mind the vivid imagine of her father.

She felt Daemon confused expression behind her as he was holding her close to him«I want our son to be named Viserys.»

It happened during the first light in the morning,the sun was rising behind the hills of King’s Landing when the Red Keep was awakened by the cries of a new life coming to this earth.

The first day of summer,when the air smelled like sea salt,the weather was warm and the city started to live again,little prince Viserys Targaryen was placed in his mother loving embrace.

Daemon was sitting behind Y/n,holding her back up during the entire labor and caressing her sweaty skin whispering in her ears comforting words«It’s him,it’s our Viserys.»he said,his eyes were sparkling with hot tears.

Y/n heart was hammering into her chest,her vision blurred with tears as she looked down at the small bud in her arms.He was absolutely perfect,from his little nose,white tufts of hair on his head and innocent lilac eyes,her son was everything she dreamed for.But then,just like a horrible memory,she remembered the only time she had the chance to hold her younger brother,Baelon,before his soul would have left this life the next day.

«Is he healthy?»Y/n asked holding her son closer to her.

The midwife nodded«The healthiest boy i’ve ever seen,princess.»she reassured her.

«I’m so proud of you.»her husband whispered to her,kissing the side of her face.

She smiled,handing her son to the midwife that confused took him in her arms.The baby started to cry again,pitching screams filled the room,missing his mother soft touch.

«What are you doing?»Daemon asked,concerns all over his face.

«Help me to get up.»Y/n urged him searching hurriedly for his hands.

Her legs felt like they were about to melt under her,the pain between her legs and her desire to just close her eyes and sleep for the entire day to gain back some strength disappeared completely.Tossed side to her aim,letting her father meet his grandson.

Daemon was on his feet immediately,helping Y/n on hers,holding her tired and trembling form to prevent her to hurt herself«You need to rest.»he told her.

«I have all my life for that.»she said with a strained and hoarse voice«My father doesn’t and i promised him that he would had met his grandson.»two servants girl were called in,one of them drying Y/n sweaty face and the other helping her to dress.

Her husband sighed with sad eyes as he walked slowly besides her,step by step till the King room.

«Y/n?»Alicent surprised voice was the first thing they heard once they entered the room«What are you doing here?You should be resting.»she sounded worried as he hurried in her way,holding her other arm for support.

«That’s what i told her.»Daemon muttered under his breath.

The princess shook her head,holding her son up to her chest as her step mother and husband accompanied her to where her father was.

The King was still laying in his bed,his eyes half closed«Y/n?»he asked confused when he saw his daughter coming closer.

She hissed in pain«Father»she called him«There is someone we wish to introduce to you.»her sweet voice sounded full of happiness.

Her father eyes darted to his daughter husband for a second,relived to see him for the last time«Daemon.»he greeted him.

He did the same,hiding his pained expression to see his brother in that state«Brother,this is your grandson,Viserys.»he announced.

And for him there was nothing more beautiful that the result of an undying love,nothing more perfect that his grandson little face as he looked up at him,nothing warmed his heart more than being able to witness what his daughter promised to him.

«Viserys»he tasted the name on his tongue«a name fit for a king.»

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[valynne]

our mothers warmth (a raging fire)

pairing(s). platonic alicent hightower x daughter! reader word count. 0.9k description. visions were for your half sister, helaena, hers were not pleasant but they were oft correct. your dreams are glimpses of something in the corner of your eyes, something stalking.

content. targaryen madness, angst, blood, accidental self-harm (accidentally getting cut), mentioned medieval style doctoring, untreated mental disorders, alicent being a good (step)mother

a/n. the concept of targaryen madness is just too appealing, i really enjoy writing characters who have something inexplicably wrong but wish not to see it :P

A shallow gasp, raw and keening, racks your chest. The sheets constrict your body as you claw to sit upright, the longer you lay the more blood rushes behind your eyes and the more white noise snuffs out every sense. Pushing and pulling and gasping as you fight the monster that climbs up the end of your bed, teeth as sharp as needles ready to pounce. You hear your own scream before you realise you are, how did it get in?

Your throat is burning as you thrash and finally free yourself of the weighty quilt. The monster snarls as it grabs ahold of your thrashing leg, trying to drag you off. A sharp kick to the arm of it that misses- a jangling of metal. There's a hard line of pain on the soft curve of your calf, tension in your skin is released and a itching pain weeps from the line. The pain pools and heat begins spreading along the extremity, it brings focus back to you.

And you realise, the glinting of teeth turns into the metal of your guards armor.

"-cess? Princess a-" The blood rushing in your ears finally disappears. "What happened?"

"I-I don't," Your eyes drag down to your sliced foot, blood staining the pale linens a dark burgundy. "I'm scared."

The guard is taken aback, his eyes following your gaze to the wound on your leg. "Maester! Summon a maester, the princess is wounded!"

The candles are fresh, flickering. The fireplace blazes on without fault, a beacon in the canyons of your night terrors. A maester sits at your foot, dabbing away droplets of blood that continue beading at the edges of the wound.

Your queen mother, Alicent Hightower, sits dutifully beside you. Her gentle hand clasping one of yours, her thumbs caressing soft circles into the skin on the back of your hand.

She hasn’t spoken to you yet, her eyes watch the maester salve the wound. Ready to order him out of the court should he harm you any further. Once she was notified she had been quick to gather herself from sleep and sweep through the halls of Maegor’s Holdfast. Eyes frantic as she burst into the room, still in her sleep wear.

“Sweet girl,” Her voice is soft, her doe eyes softer as she watches you, her words pulling you from your recollections. “What happened?”

A long pause is held before you can find the words, but they do not suffice. “A night terror, queen mother. T’was nothing more.”

Alicent turns her head accusingly to the maester, her fingers tighten just slightly around your own.

“Have the treatments not been working?” The maester glances up, startled. “What is the point in bloodletting if it does nothing?”

The maester cannot bumble out a single word, your Queen mother’s words are fired at him too quickly for an answer to be thought up. You’re too unfocused to listen to the conversation but your mother’s voice, no matter how frustrated, lulls you. The ladies at court said you had clung to her, ever the frail and sickly babe, and wished only for her company during your little days when she had been Rhaenyra’s lady-in-waiting. You weren’t of Alicent’s womb, a mere legitimised bastard of your dear King.

There’s a large crackle of the fire pit, and the following tumble of a burnt stump of wood. Your head turns to watch, eyelids feeling heavy as you watch the wood that crumbles within the firepit. It reminds you of the stone and brick in your dreams, the crumbling Red Keep.

A breath and then another.

The shallow rise and fall of your chest settles the longer you stare into the flickering fire, the pain induced sweat on your skin drying away into your dressing gown leaving a gross feeling behind. You lean back into the chair fully, a stray tear rolling down your cheek as you let the maester lather a salve of some kind into the wound.

"Seven help me." A brush of a whisper to no one. The Queen mother hears though, she always does. A crease forms between her brows as she watches you, watches you close your eyes and hide back away inside yourself.

She presses a featherlight kiss to your hairline, hand smoothing over the stray hairs, as she rests her head against yours. “All will be well, my sweet girl.”

Your lip quivers, as tears threaten your waterline from behind closed eyes. The hand that isn’t being held is quick to find home in your mother’s gown. Fingers grasping tightly as a quiet sob falls from your lips.

“M’sorry.” A shuddering breath in. “I’m so sorry, Queen mother.”

She holds you, her cold hands brushing away at your hair and your exposed arm, the kisses at your hairline multiplied as she holds you close. “You needn’t apologise, my sweet girl. Tis not your fault.”

Sleep doesn’t come easily, not after your quiet tears. Alicent holds you until you do though, she mumbles a lullaby. Not of High Valyrian, no, but one of the Reach. A gentle hymn of the Mother, and her love for her children. A prayer for saviour.

#house of the dragon #hotd x reader #hotd x you #targaryen madness #house targaryen #alicent hightower #alicent hightower x daughter! reader #there’s something about twisted prediction man ong #angst #targaryen siblings #reader is older cause i said so #viserys targaryen #maester hater for life <3

[lillianastras]

Queen of Love and Beauty  || Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Reader

TW: blood and violence (like, a lot of it... they are no good people here)

Summary: The final duel of the tourney is about more than glory. 

The loud voice of the announcer rose over the excited buzz of the crowd as everyone’s attention turned to the grounds. Whether everybody already knows that this fight is not merely for glory, for winning a battle and be rewarded with the cheers of the masses, you are not sure. Whether everybody knows that this battle will not end until one of the men lies dead in the dust. 

The black mare was huffing as impatiently as his rider, proud Sir Dondarrion of Blackhaven, the man to be your husband in a fortnight, was baring his teeth at his rival. That was his most distinguished feature, you thought, his pride. Sir Dondarrion has been well-mannered and always kind towards you, but you remember the evening when swords were drawn at the feast in the Great Hall. Will you fight me at the Red Keep, sir, the Lord Lannister had called, Arbor wine letting the word fall freely from his mouth, behind the same walls the Rogue Prince has fucked the future Lady Dondarrion against. You have no doubts that Daemon Targaryen would have killed him if he were there that day. Always the one to protect his Lady’s honour, you thought, even though this honour was lost years ago in his very own bed.

The ruby eyes of the dragon on the prince’s helmet are piercing directly at his opponent. He had told you once, over quiet talks and limbs tangled in his sheets, that it was intentionally so, that the last things his enemies were to see is the red eyes of the monster and the final blow of Dark Sister. Daemon doesn’t look at you, and he doesn’t look at the crowd as well, pays the cheers from the people no mind for what is probably the first time in his life. His pale eyes are fixed at the knight in front of him, for both of them the battle has already started. 

The announcer shouts something that you don’t really want to hear, because it makes all of this real, presents the Lord of Blackhaven and the Prince of the City and the squire boys move out of the field as the two opponents take their final places before the tourney begins. 

You try to remember how it got to this, how you had begged Daemon to stay out of the lists just this time, as if it were possible. As if he would have listened to you. You pleaded in fury, in tears, but your dragon prince had stood stubborn and unwavering, and you hated him for it. You wondered if it was not planned so from the start, if Sir Dondarrion was not a dead man walking from the very day he had asked for your hand. If the Lannisters had not called on his pride and bride and make him challenge Daemon, would have the prince done it himself?

You remember the tears his calloused hand had to wipe from your cheek, how sweet his kiss had been and his quiet reasoning of I will not let another have you, and you knew there was no way of changing his mind. You had spent the most of the night in his arms anyways, he would not let desperation lurk into your heart. His lips on yours were soft and gentle for the first time in ages and every time you suggested he should get some sleep before the dawn, he would wordlessly spread your legs again and silence you with his body, his fingers or his mouth. 

The whispers in the crowd are intensifying, bringing you back to reality, and at last the announcer makes his way out of the field. Your breath hitches in your throat and you can barely register that the two riders are charging at each other until you hear the sound of their clashing and the roar of the crowd. They turn around at the end of the way and you see the young squires hurry to give them both another lance. The force of the clash made them both turn to shreds. 

The two riders storm at each other again, but the faint smell of copper coming from the grounds makes you glance down before you see them crash. There is no time to clean the blood of the fallen from the battlefield, you think as you watch the dark red stains drying in the dust. The need to turn your head around and vomit the contents of your stomach grows and you have to take a deep breath through your nose. 

You hear the heavy sound of a body hitting the ground and your eyes shoot up to the battle again. Before you can realise what is happening, a hand reaches out from somewhere and grabs yours. Princess Rhaenys does not look at you, her eyes are glued to the tourney, but her fingers are wrapped around your palm and she gives you a firm squeeze. Courage, as if she’s trying to say, you will not face this fear alone. Your stomach turns up. 

Daemon is lying on the ground, unhorsed, and the crowd is cheering. Seven Hells, you know this fight is not going to end now. And indeed, the Rogue Prince stands up, the squire runs with Dark Sister in his hands and hands it to Daemon. Dondarrion is on his feet as well, greatsword in hand and the battle starts again, more vicious than before. You allow yourself a quick glance up, to the Royal Lodge. King Viserys’ eyes are fixed on the fight, and he does not seem particularly worried, even though you can see his silver-haired Queen whisper in his ear, worry evident on her ethereally beautiful Valyrian face. Whether the King puts enough faith in his brother, or he does not truly understand the reasoning behind this fight, you will never know. 

You are not sure how long the battle lasts, for you it feels like forever. The only thing ringing in your ears is the sound of metal meeting metal and the occasional heavy grunts coming from the knights. You let out a quiet, throaty sound when Dondarrion charges, sword landing on the Prince’s shield, the blow strong enough to make him lose balance and allow himself to be pushed in the dust. Dondarrion lifts his sword, gripping it with both of his hands, to aim for the fallen Prince’s head. “He’s going to kill him,” someone whispers worriedly, maybe Alicent Hightower, but you do not turn to confirm your suspicions. You grip Rhaenys’ hand tighter instead and fight the urge to scream. 

Dondarrion hacks down with all of his strength, but Daemon manages to roll to the side and the blow lands a hand away from his head. The Lord’s blade is stabbed into the ground and with his hands clutching the handle, he realises his mistake too late. You don’t even see where the dagger comes from, just the glint of light that reflects from it as Daemon stabs it into his opponents knee. With a cry of pain and surprise, Lord Dondarrion slumps to his knees, hand instinctively reaching for the wound. Daemon does not allow it and his kick lands exactly there, pushing his mutilated opponent to the ground. The audience cheers as the Prince stands up to kick the greatsword away, rising over Dondarrion like a dragon over a sheep, his own weapon in hand. 

The knight doesn’t even have a chance to yield before Dark Sister is plunged straight into his throat and a spray of blood covers the black steel of Daemon’s helmet. The cheers from the crowd quiet down, a desperate mother’s wail comes from somewhere in the lines. But it matters not, it matters not anymore because it’s over now and you can finally breathe with no heaviness on your chest. You are still gripping Rhaenys’ hand, even when Daemon is claimed winner and walks away from the dead body lying in the dust. 

The rose garland is covered in blood when he lays it in your lap and his voice is softer than summer rain. “For you, Milady,” he says, “Queen of Love and Beauty.”

#daemon x reader #Daemon Targaryen #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x y/n #daemon targeryen x reader #house of the dragon #House of the Dragon imagine #house of the dragon fanfiction #house of the dragon x reader #daemon targaryen x you #hotd #asoiaf fic #game of thrones #game of thrones imagine #game of thrones fanfiction #Viserys I Targaryen #aemma targaryen #alicent hightower #rhaenys targaryen

[lanaisdoe]

No but... No one LOVES Viserys more than Daemon and Rhaenyra...

Helping him sit up...

devastated Daemon seeing his brother suffer...

wanting to inform him about what's happening behind his back... but at the same time not wanting to make him fee worse :"(

^ introducing him to his grandkids, having named one of his grandsons VISERYS in his honour :")

devastated Daemon again... unable to digest the pain his brother's in, the state he's in...

^ helping him to his medicine, no one else's there to help, Viserys seems to be lonely most of the time...

checking the contents of what is given to Viserys, worryng about his condition and potential harm caused by those surrounding him...

talking about Viserys, worrying about him...

Letting it known that they do not like the way Viserys is treated or changing the decorations he's always loved..

Daemon helping him get up to the throne and putting his crown on him, "Come on.." :"(

Watching him, caring about his well being during dinner

Being very worried when they see him be carried away by the guards due to his bad state.... :"(

These two are the ONLY ONES that genuinely loved him, and they loved him so much :"( ...it's heartbreaking :"(

Had Viserys noticed this LOVE all those years ago... he would have made Daemon his Hand, give him Rhaenyra to take to wife, wed them in the tradition of their house, and together they would turn House of the Dragon to its proper glory, make it GREAT AGAIN.

They had all it took, Daemon and Rhaenyra loved Viserys, and they loved each other. They would've been a force no one would dare stand against... :"(

This is so heartbreaking... Viserys was so good... loving... but ultimately blind and easily manipulated... should've trusted his loved ones despite the fact neither Daemon nor Rhaenyra were perfect. But both of them saw right through Otto and the council RIGHT AWAY and wanted to help Viserys not be fooled or misguided. And they had what others surrounding Viserys never had: the undying and deep love for Viserys :"(

#viserys #viserys and daemyra #viserys and daemon #viserys and rhaenyra #targaryens #targaryen family #daemyra family #daemyra 1x8 #hotd 1x8 #they loved him so much #and he loved them #daemon and rhaenyra #daemon and rhaenyra and viserys #daemon x rhaenyra #goodbye Viserys... i hope you get to be with Aemma now... :"(

[shuichiakainx]

in love with this man 😩💕

#doctor who #tenth doctor x reader #10th doctor x you #doctorwhoedit #eleventh doctor x reader #tenth doctor #matt smith x reader #daemon targaryen x reader #eleventh doctor #house of the dragon #house targaryen #daenerys targaryen #aemond targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #viserys targaryen #aegon targaryen #dance of the dragons #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon fanfiction #house of the dragon aemond #house of the dragon imagine #house of the dragon rp #viserys i targaryen #rhaenyra targeryan #alicent hightower #hotd #the crown #milo morbius x reader #morbius

[saltywinteradult]

viserys. my dude. if you didn’t want family infighting perhaps you shouldn’t have STOLEN YOUR DAUGHTER’S GIRLFRIEND. did you ever think of that?

#this mess is all your fault you idiot #anti viserys i targaryen #hotd spoilers #house of the dragon spoilers #hotd #house of the dragon #rhaenicent #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #rhaenyra x alicent #rhaecent #rhaelicent

[lilap20]

House of the Dragon Fanfiction: Updated Masterlist

Fanfiction House of the Dragon

Story of Princess Nymeria Targaryen second daughter of King Viserys I and his wife Lady Aemma.

Prologue : The Princess

Chapter One : The Meeting of eyes

Chapter Two : The festivities of the Stranger

Chapter Three : Heaven is where we meet at the foot of the Heart Tree. Part 1

Chapter Four: Heaven is where we meet at the foot of the Heart Tree. Part 2

Chapter Five: The Dragon's Descent into Winterfell.

Chapter Six: The Wedding.

Chapter Seven: The letter from King's Landing Part.1

Chapter Eight: The letter from King's Landing Part.2

#house of the dragon #the dance of the dragons #fanfiction cregan #imagine cregan stark #cregan stark #cregan x you #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targeryen x reader #daemon x rhaenyra #alicent hightower #originial character #oc Targaryen #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #king viserys #winterfell #dragon #romance #cregan fanfiction #cregan smut #cregan x y/n #cregan x original female character #sara snow #leanor velaryon

[sincerelyourswhistledown]

I want a modern mafia fic where after the incident at Driftmark everyone in the family starts to treat Lucerys differently. Aemond loses an eye and Viserys actually gives a shit and punishes Luke. Rhaenyra and Jacaerys are horrified at what Luke does, he has always been such a sweet and kind boy and to see him hurt Aemond like that scared everyone. Nevermind that Aegon and Aemond have always picked on Lucerys and always made him feel left out. Funnily enough, this is the incident that fixes the rift between Alicent and Rhaenyra, with Rhaenyra feeling very guilty over what her son did.

So Lucerys grows up isolated and neglected by his own family. Don’t get me wrong, Rhaenyra still wholeheartedly loves Lucerys but years of forcing him to meet psychiatrists and taking meds he doesn’t want to take has taken a great toll on him.

He’s eighteen, severely depressed and anxious downing dozens of meds when he decides that enough is enough and eventually leaves the Red Keep. Like completely disappears, he cuts off both Targaryens and Velaryons and no one ever hears from him again.

Cut to five or ten years later, Aemond meets Lucerys again and he’s surprised to see how different the boy is. Gone was the sweet and shy toddler or the quiet and anxious teen, in front of him was this cold, no-nonsense, calculative man. Unlike Aemond and the rest of the Targaryens, Lucerys has never thought of them again and went on his merry way to live his life of freedom and debauchery.

To Aemond’s horror, Lucerys is now working as a camboy while also occasionally fucking this shady businessman (alleged mafia). Aemond tries to persuade him to come back but he’s like “fuck off” and disappears again. Fortunately FOR Aemond, his uncle Daemon’s the infamous “Rogue Prince” of the Underworld, the scandalous brother of dutiful Viserys Targaryen who refused to work for the company and decided to become a criminal instead. Unfortunately for Lucerys, Aemond is nothing but OBSESSED.

IDK just give me Lucerys growing up abused and neglected and cutting his family off to go and live his life only for Aemond to stalk his ass because according to him Lucerys’ place is with the family, right by his side.

#lucemond #aemond targaryen #lucerys velaryon #hotd #aemond targaryen x lucerys velaryon #aemond x lucerys #house of the dragon #idk I just want Lucerys to look at his crazy targaryen family and go “nope I’m out’’ #and then aemond ‘I spent my entire life bullying my bastard nephews and convincing them they’re not part of the family’ targaryen finds out #that Luke actually wants out of the crazy and then aemond goes on to gasp in offense #Aemond: what do you mean you’re leaving me and that you want out of this family? #Aemond treats this very seriously as if Luke was bringing up the idea of divorce #Lucerys getting tired of the targ drama so he tries to leave but ends up being THE drama of the century #because Aemond refuses to let him go #so what if aemond has to force Luke into a marriage to get him to stay? #aemond uses aegon iii and viserys ii to trap luke #luke to the targ family: I’m leaving this family #aemond carrying viserys ii and aegon iii: but what about the children?!.

[valaenatargaryensdragon]

A Lover's Revenge

pairing: Fanon!Aegon Targaryen x Female OC

summary: Blacks win and are holding Aegon hostage while his wife Saera and their son Aenar were confined in their chambers according to Saera's mother's orders, Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen.

Word count: 4,6K

Warnings: Angst, poisoning, heartbreak, imprisonment, incest

"Open the door" Saera demanded banging her fists against the wooden door. Her voice was hoarse from all the screaming and her hands were red from hitting the wood so hard for so long.

"Mommy?" Aenar's sweet voice made her pause. She took a deep breathe trying to compose herself. She wiped away the tears streaming down her face and turned to face her son laying on her bed. His little fists were rubbing the sleep away as he sat up on the bed.

"Issa byka jorrāelagon" My little love, Saera's nickname for her son. She walked over to the bed and sat on the edge and picked the three years old to place him on her lap with shaky hands. She rested his head on her chest and rubbed her back guiding him back to the world of the living, Aenar has always had trouble waking up and usually it took him a little over ten minutes to focus on the world around him.

"Where is, Kepa?" he questioned raising his violet eyes up to look at his mother. Like any other child he was asking for his father having been separated from him for many days now. Saera's eyes filled with tears at the mention of her beloved husband, so wronged and imprisoned for crimes he was forced to commit for her and their child's sake.

"He will be here soon, issa byka jorrāelagon" Saera whispered against his hair. She swayed from side to side as the minutes ticked by. She heard footsteps approach the room which caused panic to rise inside of her. Was it her mother here to take Aenar to kill as revenge for Luce? no she could not possibly, he was her grandson.

"Shhh" Saera whispered calming the squirming three years old. She pushed herself up from the bed and moved to the corner leaning against it, she had no weapon to protect her child and herself with. They had taken her valyrion steel dagger that Aegon gifted her the night before their wedding. There was not even a cup to hurl on the attackers if they came too close.

The doors unlocked and Rhaenyra walked in with her golden crown on her head. She searched the room for her daughter and her heart broke at the sight of her leaning against a corner while holding her son tightly in her embrace.

"You are not afraid of me are you?" Rhaenyra asked taking a step closer to Saera. The latter tensed up making the Queen halt her movement. Rhaenyra gulped and looked at the babe in her daughter's arms making her heart melt, her daughter was a mother now, only if Aegon was not the father.

"What do you want? To take Aenar from me like you took Aegon?" Saera's words were laced with poison. The Queen flinched at the coldness of her daughter.

"He usurped my throne" Rhaenyra defended herself. Aenar whimpered hearing the loud voice of a woman he did not know. He was born just after Luce's death and with the war happening there was no way of communication between mother and daughter.

"He did not want, he tried smuggling us out but we got caught" Saera yelled back. Aenar hid his face in his mother's neck feeling the tension raise in the room.

"He shall be punished for his crimes" Rhaenyra did not back up. Saera felt like someone threw a bucket of ice cold water on her. Her arms trembled as she slowly settled her son down on the floor on his own little feet and he buried his face in her skirts afraid of the woman yelling at his mother.

"What are you going to do to him?" Saera asked. Rhaenyra noticed the shakiness in her daughter's voice which made her even more angry, how can her daughter fall for the man who stole her mother's throne. Tears gathered in Saera's eyes but she refused to show them to her mother, she was not a child anymore and she had Aenar to protect now.

"He shall be beheaded for usurping my crown" Rhaenyra answered. Her head held high to show her authority. Saera removed Aenar's small fists from her gown and moved a step closer to her mother hiding her son behind her.

"If you inflict a simple scratch on him you will loose me forever" Saera threatened. She was no idiot and knew her mother had the same weakness as her, her children were the most precious treasures to her.

"What are you saying?" Rhaenyra asked. Her strong demeanour fell as her eyes widened in surprise. Saera turned around picked up her child and held him close to her body feeling every muscle in her body tremble and shake in fear but she will not show it in front of the woman that birthed her and raised her.

"What I am saying is that if you hurt Aegon I will disinherit you as my mother and as Aenar's grandmother" Saera responded. Rhaenyra felt weak under her daughter's threat so she just turned around and left the room feeling weak in the knees, she already lost Visenya before she could even see the world and Luce, Jace was still so young and handsome, she cannot handle another lose.

Saera paced around the room wanting nothing but for Aegon to step into the room and hold her into his arms, to comfort her like he did when she suffered a miscarriage a couple of months ago. She wanted to hear his sweet and encouraging words whispered into her ear.

Her head snapped in the direction of the window when she heard yelling and screaming. She hurried over as quietly as possible to not wake Aenar after she was finally able to convince him to go down for a nap after it got interrupted earlier.

She leaned down and watched as people from the common folk yell and scream. Her eyes widened and her heart stopped at the sight of two guards dragging Aegon in chains out of the doors and towards what looked like another guard ready to behead him. Her eyes trailed to the stage where she saw her mother stand with the new members of the small council watching.

"No" Saera stepped away from the window unable to watch. She turned to look at Aenar, he was too young to be orphaned. She gulped and sat down beside him on the bed knowing this was the end. There was no other way.

She reached under the pillow and pulled out a small vial filled with clear liquid but it was no water. She pulled it open, if Aegon dies so does she, that was the promise they made to one another on their wedding night. Their marriage was unique, it was out of love after Saera helped Aegon out of his miserable life Alicent Hightower and Viserys Targaryen inflicted on him and his siblings.

She took a deep breath before downing the content of the vial. She closer her eyes as the bitter taste filled her mouth and forced herself not to throw up. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to her son's head before cuddling up to him wanted her last moments to be with him.

She head the doors to her room open but she was too far gone to raise her head and look. She heard muffled sounds but her eyes closed before she could look and see who was interrupting her death. She felt Aenar squirm against her hold and soon escape it with a little muffled cry from his lips before her world ended existing.

From Rhaenyra's reaction to seeing Aenar Saera was sure that her mother will take care of her son and he will face no harm no matter how old he will grow to be and no matter who his father was, Rhaenyra viewed him as her grandson and not the son of the enemy.

Daemon smirked at the guards stationed in front of his step-daughter's bedchambers. She was the only on of Rhaenyra's children with platinum blonde hair however her brown eyes showed her true heritage. The guards bowed to the prince consort and opened the doors with no question.

Daemon had to admit that his heart softened at the mother and son cuddled up together in their sleep. He remembered Aegon his son and Viserys who were in their nursery with their wet nurses. He had arranged for Aenar to stay with them being close in age as soon as Saera calmed down and remembered that her loyalties lie with Rhaenyra the true Queen and not Aegon.

"Saera, come there is a matter you are needed for" Daemon called. He frowned a little when he noticed Saera open her eyes that looked dazed and out of focus.

"Saera, wake up" The Prince consort demanded. Saera merely glanced at him before her eyes began to close. Aenar woke up from the sound of his voice and wiggled out of his mother's arms.

"Muña" Aenar called. Seeing the stranger in the room her grabbed his mother's shoulders and began shaking her but she did not wake up.

Daemon grew concerned and made his way over to the bed. Little Aenar let out a small scream seeing the stranger approach. The doors opened again and the guards burst into the room with their swords out and ready to intervene.

"Take him to the nursery" Daemon ordered. He reached to touch Saera's hair only for a tiny hand to grab his much larger hand and push it away. Aenar threw himself on top of his mother covering her head with his small body and sobbed into her hair trying to protect her from the stranger in their room.

"Come, my prince" one of the guards wrapped an arm around Aenar and pulled him off Saera. Aenar screamed and kicked his small legs trying to push the guard away but he was too small and weak to do any damage other than some scratches on the guard's hands.

"Saera" Daemon threaded his fingers through her hair and pushed it out of her face since it covered it through Aenar's tantrum. Daemon's heart started beating faster with fear when he received no answer, she was not his blood daughter but he loved her as such.

"Wake up, my dear" He pushed her on her back. A small clinking sound caught his attention. He looked down to see a small vial rolling on the floor and deadly.

"Someone call a maester!" Daemon yelled. The remaining guard ran without a second thought. Daemon moved Saera on her back and her head over the pillows. He reached to touch her neck feeling a weak pulse but that did not make him any calmer, he was scared for the young girl of nineteen, still young and having a lot to explore. He eyed the window and made the decision this was the fastest way. He ran over and looked down to find Rhaenyra already looking up expecting the screams of her daughter at hearing the news of her summoning to the execution of her husband, Rhaenyra wanted to show the people that Saera was on her side. The Queen's eyes filled with confusion when she saw her husband peak out of the window.

"Poison, she drank poison" Daemon yelled for her to hear. The Queen's heart sank at the news and she felt like time stopped for a couple of second. What broke her out of her trance was a scream tearing from Aegon's throat as he fell to his knees with the two guards still holding his arms that were in chains.

"Bring him" Rhaenyra demanded. She made her off the stage and ran back into the castle. She would rather die than outlive yet another one of her children. The guards pulled Aegon back on his feet and moved to follow the Queen.

Rhaenyra burst into the room of her only daughter freezing at the sight of her so pale with a maester above her trying to shove something down her throat. Daemon did not hesitate to wrap an arm around his wife and pull her close. She wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face into his chest.

"Let me go" Aegon demanded as he stepped into the room. He was fighting the guards and cuffs on his wrists. His eyes were filled with tears. Rhaenyra waved a hand giving a silent command. The guards undid the cuffs and let Aegon go.

He scrambled on the unoccupied side of the bed and took a hold of Saera's hand clutching it to his chest as if his life depended on it. He remembered the time her hand almost crush his in this position as she birthed their son, Aenar. Aenar! Where was he?

"Where is our son?" Aegon's head snapped in Daemon's direction. The prince consort was not shocked at the outburst from Aegon, during his stay in the dungeon he asked about his wife and son more times than he can count on his hands.

"Safe with the other children" Daemon answered. Aegon nodded satisfied with the answer and turned to his wife. She moaned in pain, no matter how much it hurt Aegon to see her like this it filled him with relief to see her still reacting and alive.

"Give me a bowl" The maester ordered the guards now standing at the door with no purpose. One of them reached towards a fruit bowl and dumped the fruits on the table before walking over to the maester handing it to him. The maester placed it beside Saera's head just in time for her head to turn and vomit to come gushing out of her mouth.

"What is happening?" Rhaenyra asked worriedly. She stalked over to the bed and watched her daughter throw up. Aegon was quick with his movement and pulled Saera's hair back like he used to do when she had morning sickness at the beginning of her pregnancy.

"Her body is disposing of the poison, I gave her a medicine for that purpose" The maester answered his Queen. Saera coughed a couple of times before leaning back against the pillows. Her eyes immediately met those of Aegon who had a small smile on his face not wanting to worry her anymore.

"Aegon?" She questioned. She tightened her grip on his hand wanting to make sure he was real and not a figment of her imagination.

"I am here, Issa jorrāelagon" Aegon pulled up their intertwined hands up to his face and placed a delicate kiss to her knuckles. Saera let out a disbelieved laugh and pulled him down to hug him.

"Shhh, Issa jorrāelagon, I am here" Aegon whispered comfortingly in her ear. Rhaenyra and Daemon watched he interaction between the two feeling conflicted on what should be done now. Rhaenyra knew now that her daughter's threat was not empty and she would truly deprive her of her last living daughter.

"I was so scared when I saw them taking you to be beheaded" Saera whispered. Aegon pulled away and looked down at her face with teary eyes. He did not want to die knowing she would follow him one way or another.

"I missed you, Issa jorrāelagon" Aegon whispered wanting to take her mind off his execution. He imagined that Rhaenyra would go forth with it once Saera looked away for a second.

"So did I and īlva byka zaldrīzes-" Saera answered. Our little dragon, where was he? her head snapped around the room noticing her son was no where to be found.

"Where is he?" Saera asked or more like demanded. She pushed herself up into a sitting position ignoring the maester's cries and demands for her to lie back down.

"He is alright" Aegon whispered. Only then did Saera relax, he was the only person she trusted in that room and Daemon saw that.

"Bring prince Aenar" Daemon ordered the useless guards. They bowed and left to do as commanded.

"Why did you do it?" Rhaenyra finally asked. Saera turned to look at her mother with zero emotions on her face but the Queen noticed the deadly grip Saera had on Aegon's hand. He raised their hands and placed another kiss there to calm his furious wife.

"You already know the answer" Saera responded. Rhaenyra sighed and sat down on the bed. She took Saera's hand into her own, her daughter tried pulling away but Rhaenyra only held on harder.

"Forgive me" Rhaenyra's words shocked everyone in the room, even Daemon. Saera turned to look at her mother to find her teary eyes and her lower lip trembling.

"I will not forgive you until you leave me and my family alone" Saera hissed pulling her hand out of her mother's grip. She leaned her head on Aegon's shoulder feeling her body weaken even more. Aegon wrapped an arm around her shoulders keeping her close and his other hand kept a hold on hers. He leaned down and placed a kiss on the crown of her head, he closed his eyes trying to remember her smell for when they execute him it would be the last thing he imagines.

"Kepa! Muña!" Aenar’s sweet voice broke the silence. Aegon's head snapped in his son's direction feeling relief fill his body seeing him healthy and alright after the many days they spent apart. Aegon pulled away from Saera and let the guard place his son in his arms.

"My darling boy" Aegon hugged Aenar close to his body. He finally let his tears fall down his cheeks as he hugged his son tightly. Rhaenyra's heart clenched at the sight, she wished that was her and her lost children but at the same time she was glad at least someone was able to have this reunion.

"Kepa, I missed you so much" Aenar giggled pulling away from his father. He placed his small hands on Aegon's face. His little brow furrowed at the sight of the tears on his father's cheeks. Aegon chuckled at his son along with Saera who had a hand on Aegon's shoulder rubbing it lightly trying to comfort him.

"Really? How much?" Aegon asked teasingly. Saera let out a small giggle as her free hand attempted to wipe the tears off Aegon's face,

"This much" Aenar held open his arms as much as he could almost hitting Saera in the face. Aegon laughed lightly and pulled his son in for another hug. He looked up at his half sister awaiting her to command the guards to take him back to yard for his execution.

"Tell the people there will be no beheading today and lock Prince Aegon here" Rhaenyra ordered. Daemon was about to protest but she silenced him with a singular glare. She glanced one last time at her daughter who had a grateful look on her face. The guards bowed to their Queen and left the room.

"Rest now, Dōna hāedar" Rhaenyra reached over to push some of Saera's hair behind her ear. Saera nodded her head and turned to look at her husband and son. Sweet girl, she has not heard that nickname in many years now. Rhaenyra stood up from the bed and made her way towards the door.

"Your grace" She paused by door at the sound of her brother's voice. She turned around to find him looking at her, all the hatred she once saw was all gone and replaced with happiness.

"Thank you, your grace for showing mercy. I swear to you and the seven it was not my intention" Aegon stood up from the bed and walked over to his sister. She reached up to touch his cheek noticing the small flinch when she raised her hand and she felt a new wave of hate fill her towards Alicent.

"I admit I did it for my daughter but how can you steal a throne with no intentions?" Rhaenyra's question hit the couple hard. Saera pulled Aenar close to her body and hugged him.

"That is a story for another time" Aegon nodded as a hint for her in Aenar's direction. Rhaenyra gave a weak smile and patted his cheek before leaving the room.

"Issa jorrāelagon, come" Saera called. Aegon's heart soared at the sound of her voice. He walked back over to the bed and laid down beside his wife who had a soft smile on her face.

"Muña, I am tired" Aenar whined leaning his head on his mother's chest.

"Do you do anything other than sleep, sweet boy?" Saera teased giggling. Aegon kissed her cheek trying to enjoy these moments when the future was so mysterious to them now.

"I need you to be strong, Saera" Aegon mumbled against her hair. Saera gulped and looked at him through the mirror, hating the defeated look in his eyes. Rhaenyra has summoned the both of them to the throne room along with Aenar.

"I made you a promise-" Saera began turning around to face him. Aegon stopped her speech by placing a finger to her lips when they became face to face. His other hand grabbed her cheek softly.

"I know and I forgive you if you break it but we cannot leave Aenar parentless, he is too young to be alone" Aegon whispered. He leaned his forehead on her own. Saera had to push down the sob that threatened to fall from her lips. She closed her eyes and tried to enjoy what she imagined would be their last moments together. Silent tears rolled down her red cheeks and Aegon was quick to wipe them.

"Muña, are you ready?" Aenar's sweet voice broke the two apart. Saera plastered a fake smile on her face as Aenar ran into his father's arms. Aegon placed him on his hip and one of his arms secured him on it. His other extended for Saera to grab his hand.

They walked down the hallways hand in hand while Aenar held onto his father's neck giggling in his ear. Aegon was glad that the last thing he would hear would be his son's giggles if Rhaenyra decided to behead him. Aegon squeezed Saera's hand as they stepped into the room, Rhaenyra was sitting on the iron throne with Daemon by her side along with Cregan Stark, Jace's closest companion, as her new hand despite his young age.

"Be strong" Aegon whispered to Saera. She swallowed the lump in her throat watching her mother's every move. Aenar gave Daemon a shy smile before burying his head in his father's neck.

"Seeing as my daughter has healed I deemed it time for you to answer to your crimes, Prince Aegon" Rhaenyra's voice boomed around the room showing her authority. Saera closed her eyes wanting nothing but for the ground to swallow her whole. Her eyes snapped open at the sound of a loud roar, it was Cannibal's roar, he was not chained in the dragonpit as she had imagined they would do to her dragon and that made hope fill her being. Her eyes met those of Daemon who broke his ice cold expression to give her a small smile before turning to Rhaenyra, it was no secret that Daemon wanted Aegon dead and if he could he would kill him now with Dark sister.

"I will accept whatever punishment you deem worthy for my crimes, your grace" Aegon turned around and handed Aenar to Saera which forced them to break their intertwined hands in the process. Aenar hugged his mother tightly still not knowing what was happening around him. Aegon placed a quick kiss on his son's forehead before his eyes met those of Saera.

"Be strong" He repeated in a mumble. He placed a kiss on her forehead before turning to his sister.

"But please do not do it in front of my wife and son" Aegon begged. Rhaenyra turned to look at Daemon who flashed her his famous smirk.

"Very well" Rhaenyra waved her hand. Daemon approached Saera and Aenar with his face void of any emotions again. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and guided her out of the room. Saera paused in front of the door to look one last time at Aegon who was already facing her with a sad smile on his face.

"Will she kill him?" Saera questioned as the doors closed. Daemon paused his walking.

"I do not know" Daemon lied. Saera moved to sit on a bench beside the doors. Daemon turned to face her shocked, he never imagined she would want to see her husband's dead body.

"What are you doing?" Daemon asked. He moved to stand in front of her. Saera looked up at him as she settled Aenar in her lap who was distracted by playing with her hair.

"Waiting for my husband" Saera answered. She turned her attention to her son.

"Saera, please return to your room" Daemon pleaded. He crouched so they would be face to face.

"No, I will wait for Aegon here along with Aenar" Saera snapped. Her eyes were filled with anger, the same anger she had when she looked at him the day of her poisoning.

"Saera, your mother only wants what is best for you and Aenar" Daemon tried justifying. Saera glared down at him refusing to look away as if this was a staring contest.

"Is that by making me a widow and Aenar an orphan?" Saera sarcastically asked. Aenar's head snapped up at the mention of his name.

"What is an orphan?" Aenar questioned. Saera's eyes moved to look at her son. She did not know what to answer but she did not have to since Aenar had another question, a more heartbreaking question, "Where is Kepa? Why did he not come with us?"

"He has some business, Aenar" Daemon responded. Aenar knew now that this was his step-grandfather, he still did not understand how they were related but at the same time not related at all.

"What business? When will he be back?" Aenar questioned. He twisted in Saera's lap to face Daemon and placed his small hands on Daemon's face to keep his focus on him. Before Daemon could answer the doors to the throne room opened making Saera snap her head in that direction expecting to see guards dragging Aegon's corpse but was shocked to see him walking out on his own two feet and with a smile on his face.

"Aegon" Saera stood up feeling like she was dreaming. Aegon's smile grew in size and he stalked over. Daemon stood up straight again and moved to the side to give the family their space. Aegon immediately took Aenar from Saera and hugged him tightly.

"She pardoned me, we will be leaving for Dragonstone, Issa jorrāelagon" Aegon spoke. Saera sighed in relief and leaned her head on his shoulder which was not occupied by Aenar. Aegon wrapped his free arm around her and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Let us hope you will not usurp Saera's throne next" Daemon hissed glaring at his nephew. Saera's head snapped up to look at Daemon shocked, she knew that Joffery will not inherit the throne because he was not pureblooded and sickly but there was still Aegon her brother, and Viserys.

"Me?" Saera questioned confused.

"Queen's orders" Daemon shrugged his shoulders. Saera turned to look at Aegon fearing what consequences will this decision bring with it.

"Be strong" Aegon whispered for the third time that day. Saera nodded and pulled him down for a kiss missing his lips during the time he spent inside the throne room. She was relieved that her mother showed them mercy and had a feeling that this act was the first step to bringing the family back together and rekindling with one another.

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