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MY ONLY DAUGHTER

| The true heir to the Iron Throne looked at the newborn baby in her arms with pure love in her eyes, "My only daughter, my sweet little girl. I will not let anyone touch even a hair of your hair. No one will dare to hurt you. I will ensure that their laughter spreads throughout the Seven Kingdoms. Your mother will be with you until her last breath, my beautiful Daena." said.

Although the laughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen's only daughter, Daena, spread throughout the Seven Kingdoms, no one heard them as much as her cries of pain.

| the first chapters will be about the childhood of Daena and the others. |

chapter 1 | Queen's Delight

"I hope it's a girl," little Daena said as she gently caressed her mother's belly. There was a childish innocence in her eyes and a confident smile on her lips. "I don't want any more brothers. Boys are too loud and rude."

Rhaenyra laughed loudly at her daughter's words, her voice filling the warm atmosphere of the room. She reached out and caressed Daena's soft cheek. "If it's a girl, would you like to name her?" she asked.

Daena's eyes suddenly sparkled with excitement. She was practically jumping on the spot, and with her little hands clenched into fists, she let out a little scream of victory. "Yes, yes! I'd love to!" she shouted. "I want her name to be Daenys. It's almost the same as mine! That means she'll be different from me, but she'll also be mine."

Rhaenyra admired her daughter's logical yet childish way of thinking. "You'll be a wonderful big sister, Daena," she said tenderly, her hands running through her daughter's hair. Daena's hair was another subject of admiration for her. While her brothers Lucerys and Jacaerys had completely black hair, Daena's was a masterpiece with silver strands dancing in the black. And that single, bright wisp of Targaryen yellow… to Rhaenyra, it was a symbol of her daughter's unique heritage.

“But,” Daena said, suddenly serious, her brows turning into a thoughtful expression. "If it's a boy, I still want to name him."

"Really?" There was a secret curiosity in Rhaenyra's voice. "So, what do you have in mind, my beautiful girl?"

"Aemon," Daena said confidently. "It's not compatible with my name, but it's still a beautiful name. It seems like a strong and noble name to me. Besides, we'd be honoring my grand-grandfather's name, wouldn't we?"

Rhaenyra was surprised that her daughter made such a mature suggestion beyond her age. A caring smile spread across her lips. "Aemon is truly a beautiful name. Your choice is noble," she said, shaking her head slightly.

Meanwhile, the door slowly opened and one of the maids entered, embarrassed to have to interrupt this special moment between the princess and her daughter. "Princess, your lesson will start soon. We need to go," she said, bowing her head slightly.

Daena's facial expression changed suddenly. Her previous joy had given way to distress. “Mom,” she began, pursing her lips and putting a playful pleading tone into her voice. "I don't want to go. Can I skip classes for today, please?"

Rhaenyra was used to her daughter's dramatic behavior. But she still spoke gently and firmly. "You promised me that you would never neglect your studies, Daena. Do you remember?"

Daena thought for a moment and then frowned, "But if I leave, that stupid Aegon and Jace will make fun of me again!" she burst out. In addition to anger, a tear appeared in her eyes. "Only because I don't have a dragon! I don't have a dragon and they're throwing it in my face!"

Rhaenyra's heart sank. She knew how deeply her daughter felt the burden of not having dragons, which was the Targaryen inheritance. But she still spoke in a soft and supportive tone in response to her anger. "The next time Syrax lays an egg, you will be able to choose your own egg. It is your right and no one can interfere with that. I promise you."

However, these words did not satisfy Daena. "I don't want any eggs," she grumbled peevishly. "I want a dragon. Just like Dreamfyre! A big and powerful dragon!"

The little girl jumped up from the chair she was sitting next to her mother and headed towards the door with angry steps. Her small shoulders rose and fell angrily.

Rhaenyra let out a long sigh after her daughter. She knew that Daena's anger wasn't just about not having a dragon. Her siblings' mockery hurt the young girl's pride and damaged her self-confidence. But this stubbornness… this tough personality… Rhaenyra paused for a moment and muttered to herself with a genuine smile, "I don't know whom she got this stubbornness from.."

Then, as she ran her hands over her growing belly, her thoughts turned back to her unborn baby. "I hope you won't be as stubborn as your sister, little thing," she said fondly.

Her fourth pregnancy was more difficult than her previous three. Fatigue took over her body, but despite this, she couldn't wait to hold her little baby in her arms. There was hope in her heart. Just like Daena said, a cute baby girl never hurts. But it didn't matter if he was a boy. The important thing was that they would bring new light to her family.

Rhaenyra fell into daydreaming while caressing her belly. Maybe this could be an opportunity for the baby family to come together. Maybe their children would finally be proud of each other instead of competing with humans. Time would tell.

First of all, this fiction was created with components from both the book and the series. I am neither green nor black. I prefer to love the characters individually instead of keeping a team. I hope you like my fiction. English is not my first language, so feel free to point out my mistakes and ask anything you want.

Daena Velaryon is the second child and first daughter of Rhaenyra and Leanor. So she's only a year younger than Jace. Of course, just like her siblings, she grew up with questions about her 'true blood' for years. And like Aemond, she had no dragon, so she also became an object of ridicule.

That's it for now and I can assure you that Daena will not be riding Cannibal. You're welcome 😽

I also publish my fiction on Wattpad! You can also reach me there with the same name!

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Hii. I saw that your requests are open. Can you do "Injured and needing help out of their armor/clothes—slowly. " with Aemond x fem reader, please. Maybe some fluff with aemond being the one hurt. Thank you!

i love u..... oh em gee.........

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The sounds of clinking metal and labored breaths filled the quiet chambers. Aemond Targaryen, though known for his stoic nature and fierce battle skills, now found himself struggling, blood trickling down from a wound across his side. His usually composed demeanor wavered as he leaned heavily against the doorframe, the exertion from the day’s skirmish catching up to him.

His remaining eye was narrowed in pain, and his breath came in shallow gasps. He'd been in worse fights, certainly, but today had been a brutal reminder of his mortality. As the door to his chambers creaked open, you stepped inside, your heart skipping a beat at the sight of him.

"Aemond..." you breathed, rushing forward to catch him before he crumpled entirely. "What happened?"

He gave a slight tilt of his head, offering a tired smirk despite the agony. "A minor setback. Nothing you need to worry about."

"Nothing I need to worry about? Aemond, you're bleeding!" you exclaimed, gently guiding him to the nearest chair. Your hands moved instinctively, trying to remove his armor, though he grimaced at the pressure.

"Slowly," he grunted, wincing as you began unbuckling the chestplate. "I can manage... just... need a moment."

You paused, taking a steadying breath. His pride often kept him from asking for help, but you knew better. Carefully, you slid the armor straps loose, each movement deliberate to avoid causing him further pain. Aemond’s expression softened at your tenderness, his features relaxing as you removed the heavy chestplate and then the leather tunic beneath it.

“Don’t think I’m helpless,” he muttered, though his voice lacked its usual sharpness. “I can still manage on my own.”

You smiled at his words, gently pressing a cloth to the wound on his side, dabbing at the blood. "You can manage just fine, but not with this." You raised an eyebrow, brushing a lock of hair out of his face as you tended to him. "Besides, what kind of lover would I be if I didn’t care for you?”

His lips twitched into the smallest of smiles, and despite the pain, he allowed himself to lean into your touch. His hand found yours, his fingers warm despite the cold edge of the wound.

"You never fail to surprise me," Aemond murmured softly, the words laced with an unspoken gratitude. "I didn't think you’d... care so much."

You gazed at him, brushing the damp strands of hair from his face. "I care about everything that makes you, well, you."

Aemond’s eyes softened with a quiet affection as you gently worked to remove his boots, your actions slow and thoughtful as you treated him with the care he seldom allowed from others. The silence between you was comfortable, filled only with the faint sounds of his breath and your soothing whispers.

Finally, when you had tended to the wound, cleaning it and wrapping it carefully, you sat next to him, your hand gently resting on his knee. Aemond, though still wincing slightly from the pain, looked at you with an expression that spoke volumes. "Make sure to have the maester tend to that.."

Aemond didn’t respond at first. Instead, he leaned his head against your shoulder, his breath steadying. "I will be fine.." His words trailed off, as though he didn’t quite know how to put it into words.