#canon viserys targaryen

[sweetestpopcorn]

The Blacks and the Greens 🐉 by the beyond talented and patient and every compliment imaginable @lupotterdraws featuring (from left to right) Princess Helaena Targaryen, Prince Daeron Targaryen, Prince Aemond “One Eye” Targaryen, Queen Alicent Hightower, Prince Aegon “The Elder” Targaryen, and their graces King Viserys I Targaryen, (his favourite child) the Princess of Dragonstone Rhaenyra Targaryen “The Realm’s Delight” and last but not least her beloved uncle and husband Prince Daemon Targaryen, “The Rogue Prince”

Thank you from here to the moon and back Lu! You are as talented as Balerion’s fires were hot 🐉🔥

PS: asoiaf characters, these can only be found in the books and not in a certain lizard show

[thesilverlady]

“There's a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begin.” — Mitch Albom

[drakaripykiros130ac]

There is constant talk of poor pitiful, innocent Alicent Hightower and how she and her children would have been killed had they not usurped the throne (I personally despise the showrunners for going down this road, instead of basing the usurpation on the Hightowers’ obvious greed and treachery. There is always some kind of excuse when it comes to the Greens’ actions - it’s sickening).

Such consideration is not given to Rhaenyra herself. Had she accepted the Greens taking the throne, she and her own family would have remained threats, and the Hightowers would have had them killed one way or another.

Rhaenyra was the legitimate Queen, with the support of many lords. Even if she refused the crown, there would have still been plenty who would deem her brother a usurper and a false king.

Then there is Daemon. Let’s suppose that by some miracle he also accepts the Greens on the throne and does nothing about it. You think the Hightowers would have let him live throughout Aegon’s reign? No way in hell. Daemon would have been the first of the Blacks to be assasinated. He was Rhaenyra’s protector, a true Targaryen prince with many people loyal to him (smallfolk and lords alike). He was a seasoned warrior, a dragonrider and wielding Dark Sister. He was the most feared man in the Realm.

Daemon and Rhaenyra have two sons who are more Targaryen by blood than the usurper king. Do you really think the Greens would be able to sleep peacefully knowing that Rhaenyra’s sons draw breath and one day, the lords may very well decide that they are the rightful heirs to the throne? I think not.

So, by Greencel logic, Rhaenyra Targaryen has just as much right to protect her family and take the throne, as Alicent Bitchtower (making the Greens’ show fanfic reasoning for the usurpation absurd).

[leisures-writes]

the prince and his lady

( or, the mechanics of the westeros court meets the youngest son of crown prince baelon targaryen and his sister-wife alyssa targayren. ) 

main pairing(s): laena velaryon x male! targaryen! oc, alicent hightower x viserys i targaryen, eventual!rhaenyra targaryen x harwin strong, rhaenys targaryen x corlys velaryon.  past! alicent hightower x male! targaryen! oc, past! unrequited! rhaenyra targaryen x alicent hightower.  

warnings: major canon divergent from house of the dragon/dance of the dragons, angst, hotd / dotd themes, lbgtq+ characters/interactions, otto hightower and his schemes. this is going to be a series on tumblr and ao3, which will be linked later.

note: hi! it's been a while since i posted and i wanted to let ya'll know that i am indeed okay and doing well. moving onto the fic -- there are time skips from days to weeks to months and variations of titles for nobility / knights. i, in no way, own hotd, dotd or any characters from the series. all rights go to the creators and grrm. i only own my oc, rhaenor.

wc: 4.7k

rhaenor i

“do you think I'm a fool, miss alicent?” 

the woman turned her back to the king’s chambers as her eyes widened at the sight of the youngest son of baelon and alyssa. his guard three paces behind him is silent, armor shining in the flickering light. her jaw slackens minutely before she speaks. 

“m.. my prince?” 

he smiles scornfully. His ire in the faux confusion — the knowing glint — in those hazel eyes of the hightower forced him to push forward. “your father, hand of the king, dishonors the royal family and myself. he has dissolved our betrothal, fully, in the eyes of the small council and myself days ago. i solidified my hand to you before queen aemma’s death but now, all know he desires to place you as queen consort to my brother. and now, I find you before my brother’s chambers at the hour of the eel. tell me, is it not enough for the ser otto to have his only daughter be a princess?” 

alicent swallows the lump in her throat. she curtsies deeply, head bowed. the crackle of the torches fills the silence. after a pause, the tower speaks to the dragon prince. “my prince.. I do not mean to offend you. i was only offering the king a kind hand—”

the male scoffs, interrupting the woman of seven and ten summers. “offering a kind hand? Why, i dare say we have two differing ideas of that, miss alicent. leave. tell ser otto that his schemes are not to be continued. my brother, king viserys, is mourning, as is my niece, the princess. she is your princess and you, her handmaiden. have you ever thought to visit my dear niece and comfort her?” 

he dismisses the lady, ignoring the hurt in her expression as he walks past her into his brother’s chambers. the lady blinks away the tears that gather in her eyes.  the guard that stood behind the prince takes watch by the door as she gathers her skirts and hurries off, ever so silent. the man of nine and ten summer’s words echo in her mind and she can’t help but feel apprehensive of what her father might do.  

rhaenyra i

the small council gathers at the hour of the wolf. all members, from the lord of the ships to his daughter, sat before the king, whose face was pallid and wan. “my lords and… i plan to marry the lady alicent hightower, before the spring ends of the next year.” 

chaos broke out. lord corlys valeryon was among those who clamored the loudest. “what of my daughter, lady laena? she, velaryon and targaryen, is of valyrian blood, the greatest blood of the realm! and what of the prince, rhaenor? is the lady hightower not betrothed to he, your younger brother?” 

the eldest targaryen male’s jaw clenched, as his gaze broke into the distance. “the ser otto broke off the betrothal himself weeks ago…” 

violet eyes well with tears, never wavering from brown eyes which seem to gaze at her in apology. she sneers, the expression twisting her lovely features. she tore her gaze from the scene in front of her as her emotions gathered in her lungs. rhaenyra storms out without another word, ignoring the protests from her father and the lady. the noises from the room made her head throb and her heart ache even more. she needed to find her uncle but she was told yesterday that he would be with the city watch’s commander, lord harwin strong, at least after dawn. the last words she heard as she left came from lord corlys once more. 

“house velaryon demands payment! the rejection of my daughter for a daughter of a second son who bears no land is no match for a sea dragon daughter—”

her uncle — the one formerly betrothed to lady alicent hightower — was where she thought he would be, soaring on the saddle of his mount, gaelithox, high in the sky. the dragon stood out from the blue sky with his coal black scales and the plumes of green fire with each faint command of “dracarys!” from her uncle’s mouth. 

she stood in the dragon pit near her golden lady, idly petting syrax as he dismounts. the older dragon huffs slightly at the sight of them, the smell of dragon putting her at ease. “calm, my boy. calm. it’s only my niece and her lady.” haunting light purple, pale against the midday sun, seem full of sorrow as they gaze upon her. “my dear nyra..” 

her lips tremble at his soft tone and she launches herself at him, the tears she tried to hold back spilling. arms wrap around her as he strokes his niece’s silvery blonde hair. 

“uncle! alicent — she, oh, it’s awful, uncle!” 

“i know, my heart, i know.” 

otto i

the whispers of how he overreached in alicent’s betrothal to the third targaryen prince irked otto hightower. she would be fit for a landed knight or a second son of a low ranking name. the lord hand oft shows his greed once more with the poor betrothal of the prince rhaenor and the lowly lady alicent. the hightowers wish to have their blood woven into the royal blood after the failure of queen ceryse hightower. the position of the lord hand isn’t enough for the arrogant second son, how should the true lord of oldtown feel when he has a daughter for the lovely prince? the hightower hand is sworn to the realm, is he not? the lord hand is selfish indeed…

the murmurs on how king viserys had broken the betrothal of his youngest brother and the lowly handmaiden of his daughter weeks before the queen aemma’s death had come back to life with others as alicent’s courtship with the mourning king came to light. from the north to the south, the whispers rose and plagued the clean hightower name. 

whore. some whispered. she won’t bleed on the marriage bed. a plague upon the house targaryen since the good king jaehaerys, set upon them by the lord hand. she seduced the king days after the funeral of the good queen aemma while betrothed to prince rhaenor. she tended to the king jaehaerys, once good queen alyssanne had left — she must prefer older men. myhaps that’s why the queen left, the young hightower flaunting the king’s favor over the poor queen who mourned her children. mayhaps that is why the betrothal between prince rhaenor and her truly fell through. is she a maiden or a harlot? devout hightowers? don’t make me laugh. they shall be sent to the seven hells to repent for the overreaching and for the lies. she must have a babe in the womb, why else would the king rush for a wedding? not even the full mourning period after queen aemma’s funeral did the hightower whore show her cards to the court, her poor betrothed and the princess included. did she not seduce the prince daemon in the years past? yes, the rumors of her giving her maidenhead to the rogue prince now holds some credence, if she did not bed the ailing good king…

his daughter was to be queen! damn them who spit on the future queen of the seven kingdoms, the mother of the king after viserys i targaryen. there shall not be a more incestborn spawn on the iron throne, not on otto’s watch. he was a devout man and would not allow the targaryen blood sit on the throne no longer, not without his own blood to purify the generations of disgusting inbreeding and rot that fester in their souls. 

but, he discovers, that shall not be easy. 

the third son had broken his fast with viserys and he had whispered of wounds gifted by his elder brother, not just to him but to the princess rhaenyra as well. the king did not protest on the overstepping, although it miffed otto in his stead, who was made to witness the brothers converse over the gaudy model of a far gone city. while the third son of baelon might have been a better option for alicent, otto ponders while watching the two, he was only second in line to the throne after the second coming of maegor the cruel. if viserys were to pass now, daemon, who may finally have the throne he longed for, would convince his brother to marry far, far from the red keep or have him slain by the white wyrm or hired help, leaving his wife alone and vulnerable, along with any heirs he may hold. no, otto decides, viserys was the best choice.

the master of the ship had loudly protested the match with alicent, his disgust of otto barely leashed. the proposed match of king viserys and laena velaryon made him scoff. no matter what the velaryon lord thought — first son he may be but the daughter he offered was only five and ten, only two years older than when viserys had bedded aemma, a child compared to his now eight and ten daughter, a woman flowered. otto would admit, in his mind, that the proposed velaryon match would’ve made the royal coffers richer and more support for the targaryen dynasty, but his plans were for the seven, not the thrice damned dragonriders.

the queen who never was, the targaryen cloaked in velaryon blue, had requested private meetings with the king for days after the wedding announcement and the two would come out hours later. the stilted haughty look on her face made otto suspicious of her intent but the king remained silent, even when otto pushed for prince rhaenor to start courting lady cassandra, the eldest of the baratheon four storms. otto had wanted to know what the two converse over, but he was thwarted in learning so as well. 

moons later, he realized why. 

rhaenys i 

when the king of the seven kingdoms summoned all the liege lords, and those sworn under them, to the red keep in four months’ time, questions were raised. the lord hand was worried, rhaenys could tell and she relished it. the conniving man who whispered to her grandfather, king jaehaerys, to summon the great council of harrenhal which snubbed her of her right to the throne and the man who seeked to supplant his andal blood on the throne of which her valyrian ancestors killed for disgusted her. his desire for power was easy for anyone to see, all but viserys, she supposed. 

she suspected that the breaking of her younger cousin’s betrothal for the young alicent’s hand was a maneuver from his lord hand. viserys, whom had oft held rhaenor as he struggled to follow the three elder targaryen children, would not have done such a move which would hurt him, not on purpose. that was not who he was at the core. viserys was a merry man who adored his family and the decadence of life, the feasts and tourneys he loves . however, he was too blinded by the poison in the red keep. 

viserys had written to her, admitting he dreams of a boy, so familiar with plum colored eyes, curling silver hair touched by the setting sun, of the boy in jaehaerys’ crown, many times to her as they reconciled. the dream he spoke of had her believing that viserys was touched by the fourteen flames, a dragon dreamer, just like aegon, daenys and other dragon dreamers before her. a faint memory of her father speaking to her, as the heir of the heir, of aegon’s dream had made her write back to her kingly cousin despite her husband’s grievances, despite the insults dealt to her and her kin. 

westeros has waited for the announcement of his heir for months now since aemma and baelon’s death. viserys would marry the tower, but who’s to say the girl could birth sons? the kingdoms could wait, and it shall wait even more if the king bids. 

there was only a brief pause in conversation before she pushed her idea out. 

“make rhaenor your heir to the throne.” 

 the idea made her bitter, the idea of stealing a young girl’s right to the throne an echo of the treatment she herself faced decades ago. but after days of watching rhaenor and rhaenyra, she knew what was to be done for the realm. rhaenor, the man he was and the man he has become, would be better suited for the heirship than a brokenhearted girl of five and ten summers. the young girl was still reeling from the betrayal from her once leal handmaiden and had taken to staying as far away from her as she could, and subsequently, the court. she could be taught how to handle her emotions and the way of the court but rhaenys knew first hand that the men in the realm would rather burn down the red keep itself than having a woman on the throne. the elder male had taken up more duty from viserys and his niece, meeting with the lords and common folk after the court had heard issues with the allowance of viserys. however, lady jeyne arryn needed an heir for the eyrie and the princess had arryn blood... 

the pause given by viserys emboldened her, for the man who loves his family warred with the man with the crown. 

“my king, prince baelon was the heir before you and the good king jaehaerys named his line to the throne. you have no heir but daemon, rhaenor and rhaenyra. what occurred between you and him is not of concern to me but you fear that daemon covets the throne. rhaenyra is your daughter, yes, but she is still a girl of five and ten summers. a girl whom you love and wish to keep happy. a young girl who could be led astray by those who wish for power in marriage to her. rhaenor is a man who knows of the pull of power, the way of the court. he is known to the common folk and he knows the way of politics. he shall marry someone to strengthen the crown and have the backing of the valyrian houses.” 

viserys pauses at the last sentence, his hands folded together. 

“cousin rhaenys… this idea you brought forth is one i shall consider as my marriage to lady alicent may bear potential fruit.” 

she twitched, the reminder making her stomach curl. she sighs lightly, before she spoke the thoughts of many, including herself. 

“viserys - cousin. the courtship with the young hightower has brought scorn from all across the seven kingdoms, most of all from the vale and the reach. the arryns are not content with their kin’s successor, a lowborn noble woman who allegedly crept into your bed while aemma was alive and while she was laid to rest for balerion’s realm. nor were they keen on the role she played as rhaenyra’s handmaiden, as they suspect her former role was used to get close to the royal family, as well as her role as jaehaerys’ caretaker. this betrayal of rhaenyra had played out in front of the court, in front of their blood and their sworn lords, adding onto the distrust. the royces are enraged with daemon’s disrespect of the late rhea along with runestone and the reach is furious with the hightower power growing and overstepping their boundaries. ser otto has made changes to the laws and blocked his lord paramount from keeping power in his family. i fear that if the potential fruit you speak of shall be met with protest, if not discontent and war, if he were to take the throne.” 

a noise of protest left his throat. 

“my king, please, i speak the truth to you. the lord hand may speak otherwise, that the vale is content with the match, the tyrells spread rumors, and that i scheme to place my daughter through rhaenor onto the throne in lieu of me but it is he who benefits from this, his blood upon the throne and more power for oldtown, home of the seven, who have prosecuted us more than trusted us, something ceryse had not accomplished.” 

the mention of maegor’s barren tower queen raised a brow from viserys before he nodded contemplatively. “very well, princess rhaenys, i shall consider what you speak of.” 

understanding what wasn’t said, she dipped her head and the two spoke of the past. 

viserys i

when he pulled rhaenor aside one evening with cousin rhaenys into his room, the indifferent look in rhaenor’s eyes raised hair on the back of his neck. when neither of them spoke, his youngest brother broke the silence. 

“king viserys, cousin rhaenys, what did you need me for? if this is of the rumors of lady hightower and i, king viserys, the fault does not lie with me.” wincing at the formal tone rhaenor carried when he addressed viserys, he hesitated before rhaenys took over. “dear rhaenor, the king has decided that you shall be the heir to the throne. while he is to be married once more, the children of his marriage shall be styled as prince and princess of the realm. princess rhaenyra has agreed with the choice as she is to leave for the eyrie in two years time as lady jeyne’s successor.” 

shock marred rhaenor’s face before his mouth twists. his silver gold hair shone in the moonlight, something that made rhaenys’ face twist in nostalgia. 

“viserys…” the soft call of his name made him step forward and clasp his shoulder. “what of daemon, my older brother? and rhaenyra, your daughter?”

“rhaenor. daemon was a viable option but what he spoke of when my aemma and baelon passed, his rocky marriage to rhea royce and him running amok across the realm would have westeros in fear. while i was lost in mourning of my aemma and baelon, you took over some of the burden of the throne from me when you didn’t have to. when—when otto broke the betrothal, i allowed it while in my cups—rhaenor, that you have taken on burdens heirs have. father had done so with his father, i with our own, and it is your turn. i shall help you with the burden of heirship.” daemon is a man who would rule with an intensity that the kingdom does not need nor ready for. went unsaid by viserys, prevented by the slight shine in rhaenor’s eyes. he didn’t wish to speak to rhaenyra of what he had planned for her, not yet. 

rhaenys steps closer, eyes fixed on rhaenor, the intensity of the gaze spooking viserys. she seems to tower over the two brothers, although it may seem so by the steps she was on. “if you agree, then my daughter, lady laena, shall be your betrothal. she shall come to court in a month before the king announces his heir of the throne, with all the liege lords, and after your betrothal is announced, she shall select her own ladies in waiting. the two of you shall wed a week after she turns seven and ten, my prince.” 

rhaenor blinked once, before the reply takes away viserys’ breath. 

“i see, princess, my king. i shall need time to think over this.” 

laena i 

her old girl was happy to return to her home, laena knew, as the red dragon trilled out lowly above her and her father. on the sea snake, king’s landing seems to loom over the bay. it had been six years since vhagar had been claimed by her, after the death of the spring prince, her great uncle baelon. laena was excited to see the red keep without the burden of attempting to court the king, and to meet her betrothed, prince rhaenor. directing her girl at the dragon pit, she steps into the carriage with four gold cloaks while her father rode on a golden stallion. she surveyed the people, watching them bustle about their day, mulling over her thoughts as she came into the red keep. 

her mother has spoken about her younger cousins fondly more times that she could remember, a melancholy that seems to dim her eyes as she spoke about daemon and caraxes, rhaenor and how kind the boy was. she would speak of her eldest cousin rarely, a flicker of hurt before a blank look entered her eyes and the conversation would tail off.  it seemed that time had changed her mother’s relationship with king viserys, something that laena had doubted since her courtship with the king fell through and the chasm between the two cousins widened even more. 

her family, dressed in velaryon and targaryen colors, welcomed her at the enterance. her mother touching her face gently as her father places a hand on laenor’s shoulder, who was grinning broadly. her uncle vaemond was there with his wife and her cousins, watching the reunion with pride in their air. 

entering the red keep, she saw tapestries of the targaryen symbols and colors hanging from the walls, servants in red and white stalking the halls. white cloaks posted at the entrance of the great hall, eyes never moving from their fixed point. as they stepped towards the open doors, the heralder proclaimed their arrival. 

“the princess rhaenys of house targaryen and velaryon, the lord coryls velaryon, lord of the tides and master of driftmark, the heir of driftmark lord laenor velaryon, and the lady laena velaryon.” 

entering the great hall, her family held their heads up high, faces taking in the looks from the crowd as they made their way to the iron throne. 

the princess rhaenyra and prince rhaenor were a step below the king, the hightower hand at his side, and his daughter was seen in the crowd that stood below the iron throne, something that caused a smirk to tilt laena’s lips before she smothers it into a placid smile. the yet to be queen consort’s face briefly oscillated between discomfort and suspicion before settling onto a courteous expression. 

her betrothal’s dark purple eyes peered at her, his expression was polite but blank, hands clasped behind him as she dips into the curtsy with her family before the royals. 

the king smiled down upon them, face open as he bid them to rise with a simple hand raise. 

“princess rhaenys, what a pleasure it is to see your family reunited after the long months.” 

her mother smiles, head tilting. “indeed, my king, it is.”

otto ii

his eyes narrowed down at the sole daughter of aegon, who’s smile seemed to be sharp and directed to him. the velaryons were the last family to come to court for alicent and viserys’ wedding despite the short distance from driftmark, something which irked otto slightly. at least until he remembered who was marrying into the iron throne and whose grandchild would become the king. the arrogance of the valyrian lines will be the death of them, he knows it. otto sneers before he stifles it, returning to the indifferent look.

 the queen who never was will learn her place — the glory of the hightowers will triumph over the targaryen madness that was prominent in the line of alyssa and baelon, especially in the case of daemon, who was still exiled to pentos. the rogue prince was hosted by the pentoshi prince, whoring and drinking, according to otto’s spies. alicent’s pure andal blood will wash away the canker that is the targaryen madness, with her son that shall carry the hightower name into the history books as the hightower king.  

of course, otto would have to take care of his grandson’s ascension to the throne and subsequent ruling years until his death. he didn’t mind, rather it would help emphasis that the hightowers were close, that the blood of the hand trusts him enough to have him even as otto grew old. the beacon shall burn white in peace, green in war. and there shall be war if necessary, otto promised himself that. 

otto waited for the velaryons to be dismissed by viserys before he leaned over to quietly speak. 

“my king?” 

otto was barely given a glance before viserys shook his head. 

“ser otto, i ask that you step down and join the hightowers.” 

silently huffing at the dismissal, otto obeyed before viserys speaks. 

“my dear court, as you all know, my beloved aemma has passed away three months ago. i am to be married to the lady alicent hightower this week, but more importantly, the heir to the iron throne has been long questioned. the position of my heir has been empty, and i hear the concern as more time passes, which is why i hope you are all pleased that i shall announce my heir.” 

the court bursted into murmurs, before silencing after viserys raises his hand, face more stern than otto’s ever seen. pride swells over otto as he could see his brother and his family leer at the second half of viserys’ announcement. this was it. the hightowers shall light the way to a new age for westeroes, starting with king’s landing. the way shall be shown to the nothern savages, with their old gods nonsense, for the dornish and their disgusting ways and the tyrells, who shall know that the true kings of the high gardens are the hightowers. the years leading up to this moment flashed before his eyes; from when otto first received king jaehaerys’ offer to be his hand, when alicent was asked to be his companion, to her appointment of the princess’ handmaiden and the tentative betrothal to prince rhaenor that fell through after the tragic death of aemma arryn and the deformed demon that was torn from her womb, otto and alicent setting up the encounters that brought her to viserys’ chambers to this. 

“the prince rhaenor shall be my heir, who shall marry the lady laena velaryon in the next year after the lady turns seven and ten.” 

rhaenor bows, face serene. otto paused, incredulous as the court erupts once more, voices clambering to be heard. ser westerling called for silence after viserys clears his throat, before otto interrupts the hushed silence. 

“my king! what of any male children alicent shall bear?” 

“ser otto.” viserys shifts uneasily. “any fruit that shall be born from this union shall be only known as prince or princess of the realm, and shall never sit as the ruler of the seven kingdoms, regardless of gender. the crown prince baelon’s blood runs through the princes and i and he was the chosen heir, and then myself. my brother, prince rhaenor, shall continue as my heir, as the heir of the heir of the crown prince baelon’s line until my death. i decree this as the king andals, the rhyonar, and the first men, lord of the seven kingdoms and protector of the realm.” 

otto felt a chill of horror creep down his spine. his schemes were for the naught? no. he refused to let this be the thing that stopped the years of manipulation, of plotting. the second son of the crown prince was typically styled as the heir of the king but otto knew that daemon would rather burn down the red keep that relinquish the powers being the heir held to otto’s grandson. still, there was another option. 

“and what of the princess rhaenrya? is she not the granddaughter of the crown prince baelon? where shall the princess go?” 

otto had seen how the love of a child drove most. king aegon and the princess rhaenys with the weak willed king aenys, the false queen visenya and the cruel king maegor and now, king viserys and his daughter. he could only hope that the king’s love for his daughter triumphed over the love of brothers. after all, otto had ruined the relationship between one pair of brothers. what’s another in the face of his blood inheriting the throne? 

“my daughter, princess rhaenyra, will be the heir to my heir, the prince rhaenor, until the marriage to laena velaryon is consummated and trueblood children are born. even then, the princess shall depart for the eyrie as the lady jeyne’s heiress to the wardeness during the summer months.”

[fatum679]

Viserys & Aemma Aemond & Helaena

Like father, like son.

[chelireads]

Something something before his reunion with Viserys, Aegon would blur the memories of his brother and father. In his dreams he’d mourn them both, unable to distinguish one from the other….

[Incomplete WIP of Viserys I gave up on so sharing it now]

[burning-daylight]

viserys saying leana is too young to marry, and then preceding to wed alicent when she is only fifteen, and his daughter's closest and best friend.

daemon refusing rhaenyra only to begin courting a younger laena, then saying that he "spared" rhaenyra by not marrying her as if him marrying laena was any less perverse .

in each of their marriages, both laena and alicent know they are not the wife their husband wishes they had. alicent is not aemma and laena is not rhaenyra.

what they want, for laena to go back home and for alicent's children to be treated as equals to viserys other child, is constantly denied by their husbands and these denials lead to their deaths (laena) or the death of their children (alicent)

daemon and viserys are both terrible men. all targaryen men need to stay away from these girls.

[icarusignite]

An Eye for an Eye (part 1)

Pairing: Aemond x OC! Daenys Varyon-Targaryen

Summary: Daenys Velaryon-Targaryen is the oldest child of Rhaenyra and Laenor Velaryon, but she shares the same true lineage as her brothers Jacaerys, Lucerys, and Joffrey. Having grown up beside Aemond Targaryen, she has become a friend, a companion, and eventually a beloved wife to him. But when the man she loves commits an unforgivable crime, she must choose between her beloved and her family.

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A/N: I have seen so many edits of the scene where Vhagar chomps down on poor baby Lucerys and Aemond looks shaken and it got me in my feels so I thought I'd try my hand at my first fanfiction. Aemond is probably a bit OOC but I was craving regretful soft Aemond so here we are. This is also pretty canon divergent lol. This fic is also available on AO3

Word count: 1837

Daenys Targaryen walked the halls of the castle lost in thought. The past few days had been quite strenuous, with the death of her grandfather and the crowning of Queen Alicents son Aegon. Daenys yearned to return to Dragonstone to her mother, the rightful heir, and support her true claim. However, her access to the dragon pit had been forbidden and she was barely ever allowed to leave the castle unchaperoned. Someone was always watching her every move and she was beginning to feel stifled. Perhaps, she thought, a part of her stayed to try and convince her husband to join her mother's cause. It was a laughable thought really, because how could she of all people ever get Aemond to turn his back on his family?

They had been friends since childhood and when he had asked his father, the late King Viserys, to offer for her hand in marriage, Daenys was more than happy to accept, even if her mother was a little reluctant. Even her relationship with the Queen had once been one of companionship and tenderness, but the recent crowning of Aegon had placed a strain on their relationship. Daenys had once been Alicient's favourite of all of Rhaenyra's children, so much so that she had been the one to convince Rhaenyra regarding her betrothal to Aemond, speaking of alliances and powerful unions. It certainly helped that Daneys looked the part of a true Targaryen, unlike her beloved brothers whose parentage was always put into question. Perhaps, Alicent had taken advantage of Daenys's fondness for Aemond to keep her in King's Landing for a while longer as opposed to running off to Dragonstone to her mother. The royal family needed to present a united front during such a time of chaos. 

As she reached the throne room, Daenys heard a commotion. There was yelling, a frustrated sigh, and then furious whispering. Daenys could barely make out the words but she could swear her name being said, along with her brother Lucerys's. Why would he be here, she wondered, but her heart raced with anticipation. Perhaps her mother had sent for her. The Hightowers couldn't very well keep her here if her mother officially summoned her and sent her brother to bring her back to Dragonstone.

With a skip in her step, she entered the throne room. However, her brother was nowhere to be seen and she was greeted by a strange scene. Otto Hightower and the dowager queen were engaged in heated whispers while Aegon sat on the iron throne laughing. Her eyes scanned the room and eventually landed on her husband. Aemond Targaryen looked lost. His eyepatch was missing, his eyes were wide in what looked like equal parts of disbelief and horror. His hair was mussed like he had just been out riding Vhagar. Something must have disturbed him while he was out, though Daenys couldn't think of a single thing that would possibly scare the mighty Aemond Targaryen. Worry gnawed at her either way as she rushed to his side to take his trembling hands in her own.

Her entrance silenced the entire room. Even Aegon halted his maniacal laughter. When the queen's eyes landed on her, they softened immediately. Aemond on the other hand froze and went pale. He refused to meet her eyes and pulled his hands away.

"Aemond are you alright?" she spoke gently, trying not to startle him further, "what's going on?"

At the sound of her voice, Aemond flinched. Aegon smirked.

"Tell her what happened. Go ahead. It is the best news I've heard in a long time," he crowed with pleasure.

At the sound of everyone's silence, Aegon laughed even louder.

"Daenys my dear, pay Aegon no mind. His majesty simply has too much on his mind. 'Tis nothing," Alicent said gently, coming over to put her hand comfortingly on Daenys's shoulder.

"Oh for God's sake, stop being such cowards. Tell her the truth. Why don't you tell her brother?" Aegon turned to Aemond. "Tell your beloved what you did to her brother!"

Daenys froze. Her brother? Is that why they were talking about him earlier? Had something happened to him? Her heart twisted as she tried to meet Aemond's eyes. Eyes that remained glued to the floor.

"My dear there's been an accident..." Alicent tried again before Aegon interrupted.

"Why let mother fight your battles against your lady wife Aemond? You seemed perfectly capable of fighting for yourself against that Strong Bastard. An eye for an eye was it then?"

Daenys's jaw dropped as she whirled towards Aemond with fury in her eyes.

"You fought with my brother? Why would you do that? Was that the accident then? Did you hurt him? Where is he now?"

"At the bottom of the..." Aegon stopped with a scowl as Aemond glared daggers at him.

"Your brother...uh he... he had an accident and unfortunately he didn't make it," Alicent whispered.

Oh.

Oh.

All the fire went out inside of her and Daenys slumped to her knees on the floor. Aemond tried to approach her, speaking for the first time since she entered the room.

"Daenys, listen..."

She flinched away from his touch as he reached for her.

"Don't," she whispered, her eyes filling with unshed tears.

"Daenys please," he pleaded.

Aegon was clearly enjoying this. He grinned at his brother.

"We shall have a grand feast for you, Kinslayer. Finally rid of that bastard. As king perhaps I shall gift you the Driftmark seat. You may rule the seas you earned with your lady love," he winked.

Aemond's eyes remain fixed on Daenys as she slowly turned towards him.

"How... how did it..." she could barely get the words out.

"It was an accident, I swear it. I tried to stop Vhagar but she wouldn't listen. I promise it was an accident," Aemond insisted, still trying to reach for her, even as she pulled farther away.

"Oh quit being modest brother. Tell her how you earned the name Kinslayer. Finally going after the bastard who took your eye. You were even kind enough to give him the choice of carving out his own eye. A courtesy I remember he did not offer you. It was only after he so rudely denied you your repayment that you went after him. As king, I declare it to be a fair game to be sure," Aegon winked at Daenys, recounting the entire tale of how Aemond gave chase to Lucerys and his dragon in Storm's End. His grin grew wider as her expression grew more horrified. 

"If you are too upset with my brother to warm his bed, you know where to find me, don't you? After all, it was his dragon that took a nice big bite out of your brother."

A strangled cry of horror and disbelief escaped Daenys's lips as she glared at Aemond. 

"You are still on about that? After all these years, you still haven't let it go?"

"He took my eye!" Aemond protested.

"He was 5! A child!"

“And what of me? I was a child too. A child who lost his eye and had to live with this hideous disfigurement for the rest of my life!”

“I'm sorry for that. Truly I am. I even offered you my eye as retribution for what my brother did. He was a child and didn’t know better. That still didn’t give you the right to take his life.”

"I... I'm telling you it was an accident. I didn't mean for it to happen like that. I just got angry and wanted to teach him a lesson. I gave chase only as a prank, to scare him a little. I didn't mean for him to get hurt."

"He was still a child Aemond! You chased my little brother and his baby dragon across Storm's End on that monstrosity you ride. What did you expect?" Daenys sobbed, tears now streaming down her face. "You killed him. You and your stupid giant brute of a dragon killed my baby brother!"

"Daenys, please. I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen," Aemond pleaded. He knelt next to her and tried to take her into his arms as her entire body seemed to vibrate with grief and rage. 

It hurt him to see her this way, coming apart at the seams. She pulled away from him violently, taking deep shuddering breaths. 

"Stay the hell away from me!" she shrieked. 

Aemond lowered his hands, chest aching. He looked at his mother beseechingly until she knelt beside Daenys. 

"Shhhh my darling. It's going to be ok. I'm sorry. He's sorry. We're sorry," Alicent soothed.

"NO!" Daenys screamed. "It won't be alright. My brother is dead. My brother is dead!"

Daenys doubled over, her insides burning. She pressed her forehead against the cool marble of the throne room and willed it to swallow her. Great sobs wracked her body and she pushed away the multitudes of arms that tried to hold her, to pull her up and carry her away. Then it became hard to breathe and when she started choking on her own frenzied cries, she allowed herself to slip into the darkness that hovered just at the edge of her consciousness.

Alicent looked at the girl who lay slumped on the floor in pity. First, by crowning Aegon as King and now by killing one of Rhaenyra's sons, her family had officially broken any and all bonds with Rhaenyra’s. This meant war to be sure. She did feel sorry for Daenys though. She cared for the girl more than she cared to admit. She was the only one of the ladies at court who didn't give her son Aemond a hard time over his missing eye, who wouldn't look at him with fear or disgust. She had always been kind to him, and Alicent knew her son's heart belonged wholly to the girl. It was a pity that it had come to this. While the girl herself posed no real threat to Alicent or the crown, especially as Aemond's bride, her family did. 

"Take your wife up to your room Aemond. She needs to rest, the poor girl has worn herself out," Alicent gestured to Daenys's limp body that lay at their feet.

Aemond gathered her up in his arms as carefully as he could and made his way to their shared room. He looked at her with eyes full of remorse. He never meant to hurt her like this. He supposed the cruel part of him wanted to hurt Lucerys, but the part of him that loved Daenys was far greater and so all he was left with was a feeling of emptiness and self-loathing. He wondered if they could ever come back from this. If she would ever forgive him for this crime. He wondered if he even deserved her forgiveness. 

As he gently tucked her into bed, he couldn't resist placing a gentle kiss upon her troubled brow. She whimpered in her slumber.

"I'm sorry Daenys."

[ladystardvsts]

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[sweetestpopcorn]

What do you think Viserys was thinking when he forced Rhae to marry Laenor, a known gay man? He had to know that her only options were fidelity=no kids/known as barren, assaulting Laenor multiple times to get kids, or infidelity (uncertain parentage forever used as a “gotcha!” for the Greens). I know he can be foolish but my god he REALLY didn’t think that one through.

I don't have to think a lot, it's answered for us in Fire & Blood, like so much more. Isn't it great when we have facts and we don't have to have theories? I personally love it but that makes me an exception in this fandom I know <3

So turning to page 394 370

"One objection was raised: Laenor Velaryon was now nineteen years of age, yet had never shown any interest in women. Instead he surrounded himself with handsome squires of his own age, and was said to prefer their company. But Grand Maester Mellos dismissed this concern out of hand. "What of it?" he said. "I do not like fish, but when fish is served, I eat it." Thus the match was decided." - Fire and Bloog, pg. 370.

Homosexuality was not understood, in Westeros as far as we have evidence, it was tolerated as long as it was kept hidden and that the men and women still married and had children. This was what was expected that Laenor would do, and with Grand Maester Mellos's assurance, this was what Viserys expected that would happen: that despite his preferences Laenor would still make himself available to have children with Rhaenyra.

That went well said no one.

But is this such a strange thing for Viserys to think? Think even in our world how many people still deny and erase homosexuality, think it's "just a phase", and the pressure people are still put under to be straight and have straight relationships.

I would say Viserys's attitude and the overall attitude of his council are a very accurate portrayal of many in our society, let alone in Westeros.

Much love to you ☺️

PS: This concerns the asoiaf canon, not the g*t canon. There are two canons and like water and oil they don't mix.

[thesilverlady]

King and council had neglected to consult the princess, however, and Rhaenyra proved to be very much her father’s daughter, with her own notions about whom she wished to wed. The princess knew much and more about Laenor Velaryon, and had no wish to be his bride

[drakaripykiros130ac]

“Rhaenyra and Alicent are the same. They are both greedy, selfish women who fight for the throne.”

No, they’re not. They are not the same.

Rhaenyra Targaryen was a very happy child (up until her mother died, at least).

All she ever wanted was to live her princess life, marry the love of her life and ride her dragon, Syrax.

Rhaenyra never cared about the Iron Throne. She was more than okay with her mother giving her a little brother who would shoulder the responsibility.

But everything changed when Viserys chose her as his heir. That meant the world to Rhaenyra. Imagine being the first princess in history chosen by your father to succeed him. That has never happened before. It gave her a sense of worth, of purpose, which she adored.

And then for the first time in history, the lords of the Realm presented themselves in front of a princess and swore to uphold her claim.

In that moment, it was as if Rhaenyra herself had sworn an oath to the Realm, to be their future Queen. She took on the responsibility, and sat beside her father at Court, learning everything about politicking. She then moved to Dragonstone when she was sixteen and learned to govern.

Rhaenyra was willing to give up on her dreams so she could make her father proud, so she could take on the responsibility and lead her House. And that’s just what she did. She spent years preparing to rule. She had to endure a marriage to someone like Laenor Velaryon (the ultimate challenge: have children with a man of a different sexual preference, and who is also unwilling to bed you, at a time when the whole Realm expects you to produce heirs).

And then…to have all that she was promised taken away from her.

I would rage.

To have sacrificed all these years of my life, to have endured childbirth for the sake of the Realm despite knowing that my own mother died in childbirth, to have to deal with greedy and backstabbing people all on my own…all that for nothing.

Rhaenyra didn’t covet the throne. She never wanted it, but it was promised to her. And for all she had sacrificed, she would be damned if she let her abusive stepmother and her worthless, lazy spawns take away what she worked hard for.

Alicent Hightower, on the other hand, was an upstart from the beginning. Being the daughter of a second son who had no fortune of his own, she couldn’t have expected to have too many prospects. She therefore slithered her way in Court life with the help of her father, became a lady in waiting and bid her time until the moment came to seduce the King and take the crown. She became the most powerful woman in the Seven Kingdoms, the Queen. She was given privileges which she abused, her children were well taken care of and lacked for nothing (and they rarely appreciated it).

But this was not enough for Alicent (or Otto). She wanted more. She was greedy. She wouldn’t settle for anything less than having her own blood on the throne, and she committed high treason to make that happen. A decision which destroyed her family.

So, no, the stories of these two women are not the same.

Rhaenyra fought for the oaths which had been sworn to her, for her father’s wish.

Alicent fought for her own selfish desires.

[what-is-canon]

Post-Dance AU (because I hate how George decided to completely eradicate the Greens *cough* Alicent’s *cough* line)

Jaehaera survives the assassination attempt by Unwin Peake because that poor girl did not deserve that horrific end and that’s that.

She and Aegon III bond over time, because these traumatized kids deserve some happiness and you know what? Maybe they are the only two people in the world right now who understand even a semblance of what the other has gone through (Aegon watched his mother die, Jaehaera watched her twin brother be slaughtered) and maybe they both recognize that neither of them is responsible for what their families did to each other so why should they resent one another?

Over time they become a great comfort to each other. On the days where one is particularly gloomy, the other sits by them and holds their hand and they are content to sit in silence together and neither needs to say what they’re feeling because the other already knows.

They are both very close with Gaemon Palehair. He and Aegon are close for the same reasons as within canon, while Jaehaera believes that Gaemon truly is her half-sibling, her last remaining brother.

Eventually, Alyn Velaryon brings Viserys II home from Essos, but the boy comes alone (a 12-year-old boy married to a 19-year-old woman, yeah I think the fuck not, not in my history, and besides even if they had been closer in age Larra Rogare hated Westeros so let her stay in Essos like she wanted and live her own life there and be happy).

Like in canon, Aegon is somewhat neglectful of his wife and friend in the wake of his brother’s return, but Jaehaera and Gaemon understand his actions. Anyway, they still have each other for company. Viserys is incredibly distrustful of Jaehaera, and Aegon pleads with Viserys to be more understanding of their marriage and the comfort they have found in each other.

Aegon decides to hold a feast to celebrate Viserys’s return. Viserys spends most of the festivities with Baela and Rhaena, preferring not to fraternize with the daughter of the man who killed his mother. In the company of his sisters is Daenaera Velaryon (aged up in to be closer in age to Viserys because an 11-year-old boy and a 6-year-old girl? It’s a no from me).

Daenaera manages to cheer Viserys with her happy nature, and he’s quite taken by how pretty she is. Unwin Peake, having never been exposed as the one behind Jaehaera’s assassination attempt (as is also the case in canon) brings his daughter to the feast in the hopes that she will catch the eye of Viserys, but Viserys has already taken a shine to Daenaera, ruining his plans once again.

The pair begin to exchange letters and (like Aegon and Jaehaera) bond over their losses. Viserys tells Aegon about his correspondence with Daenaera, and when Aegon tells Jaehaera, she decides to invite Daenaera to court as her lady-in-waiting. Viserys is delighted, and slowly begins to warm to Jaehaera.

As in canon, Aegon’s removal of the dragon eggs from the Red Keep causes a rift between the brothers. Unwin Peake continues to plot treason, conspiring to kill Aegon and Jaehaera so that Viserys may become King and take his daughter as his bride. But if his daughter is to become Viserys’s Queen, Daenaera Velaryon must also be removed. It is no secret by now that Viserys is very taken with the the girl, and intends to marry her.

Jaehaera and Daenaera eat the canonical poisoned tarts during a private dinner organized for the four. Aegon and Viserys narrowly avoid poisoning as they are delayed by a Small Council meeting. As in canon, Gaemon dies, devastating both Aegon and Jaehaera. The rift between Aegon and Viserys is mended as they help their respective ladies recover. Aegon and Jaehaera comfort each other through the loss of Gaemon, and Viserys proposes marriage to Daenaera, which she accepts. Oh, and Unwin Peake is finally exposed and executed (I still cannot believe this man escaped justice in canon, but not on my watch).

The four form a strong unit within the Red Keep and are, well, as happy as four traumatized young adults can be. They finally have the family each was deprived of at such a young age. Aegon eventually names Viserys his Hand, Jaehaera gives birth to Aegon’s five children, and Daenaera gives birth to Viserys’s three.

But unfortunately, canonical events must still come to pass. Aegon and Jaehaera pass away within months of each other in 157 AC; Daenaera dies some years later, and Viserys becomes his stern canonical self in the wake of her death. The crown passes from Aegon, to Daeron, to Baelor, to Viserys himself, to Aegon IV, who legitimizes the Blackfyres- who are now the descendants of both the Blacks and the Greens.

[lizzie-queenofmeigas]

“This is why I can't stomach Viserys II”

Thank you! I feel so validated when I see Black stans who can’t stand Viserys II too!

Seriously every single King Viserys Targaryen is a piece of shit, Rhaenyra’s probably cursing him for her grave.

There's just something about that name I guess. Is not badass enough to be one of the cursed ones (Rhaenys, Aegon, Visenya) and it only produces kings that betray the women of their house.

Rhaenyra deserved a better son.

[katrantsasoiaf]

the biggest disappointment of hotd was not having the blacks and greens switch their colors during the family dinner.

[prettymuchteddy]

Teddy's Masterlist

House of the Dragon/ASOIAF

Rhaenicent fanfics

A Targaryen Type of Madness (finished series)

Rhaenyra Targaryen always had a hint of madness in her, though it would take many years for its extent to be realized.

The Madness of Dragons (ongoing series)

After six years, the heirs of the Iron Throne have come out of hiding and want to reclaim their birthright. The dragons will dance as war breaks out between Queen and Heirs. Continuation of A Targaryen Type of Madness.

Last Christmas (on hiatus)

Last Christmas Alicent Hightower gave Rhaenyra Targaryen her heart, but the very next day everything fell apart. This year to save herself from tears, Alicent vows to avoid her at their family's Christmas vacation. Will Alicent keep her vow? Or will her heart be broken again?

Underneath the Veil of Hatred (finished series)

Princess Rhaenyra gives birth to a third child, a son with brown hair and dark eyes. The realm believes the child's true father to be the Princess' sworn sword, Harwin Strong. Queen Alicent Hightower orders to the child be brought to her.

Good Luck Egg (ongoing series)

Jace Targaryen was one of the eldest siblings of his two mothers and when he found out they would be having yet another child he was both excited and nervous. His baby brother, Egg, would have to navigate life through their crazy family so as any good brother would do he started creating video diaries to give him advice for the future. Based on Good Luck Charlie.

The Dance of the Dragon and the Tower (finished one shot)

The Queen appears in a shocking green dress and the Princess seems to feel a certain way about it.

We Always Burn (finished one shot)

Rhaenyra Targaryen is sure she knows what she wants until it comes crashing down after an encounter on the beach of Driftmark.

When the World is Ending (finished one shot)

In a post-Zombie Apocalyptic world, Rhaenyra ventures to find a compound and the one within it.

Aegon the 3rd x Jaehaera fanfics

Night Talks (finished one shot)

Jaehaera awakes to find her husband gone from their bed, she finds him and they share a moment where they believe just maybe things will be alright.

Just a Man (finished one shot)

When Aegon falters his queen is always there by his side.

A Small Piece (finished one shot)

Jaehaera wonders if her husband loves her, and his response surprises her.

A Question (finished one shot)

Jaehaera asks her husband a question that brings up old feelings.

Non-Pairing fics

The Bastard Boy of Dragonstone (ongoing series)

A boy from Dragonstone claims a dragon and to keep things hidden Viserys legitimatizes him as a Targaryen. However, no one knows who this boy is or what his intentions are.

A Welcome to Dorne (finished one shot)

Meria Martell greets Rhaenys Targaryen when she lands in Dorne.

Long Live the King (finished one shot)

King Viserys the 1st was found murdered in chambers, while there were many theories no one truly knows what occurred that dark night. Inspired by Murder on the Orient Express.

Mercy (finished one shot)

Daeron Targaryen receives news about his nephew Maelor from Bitterbridge.

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