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"VISERYS IS DEAD"

Daemon Targaryen x sister/aunt!Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen

WARNINGS: canon typical incest/targcest (brother & sister &niece) poly relationship, mention of dead, miscarriage.

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Two days have passed since they arrived back on Dragonstone, much to everyone's relief. The Keep had practically been suffocating enough and knew that if they stayed any longer, it wouldn't end well for both parties.

As the first rays of dawn, pale and rose-tinted, crept through the heavy drapes of their bedchamber, painting the room in soft light. Daenys stirred, her pale hair a tangled halo around her face on the plush pillow.

Daemon, already awake, lay beside her, propped on an elbow, his purple eyes fixed on her with a fond smile. He gently brushed a stray strand of her pale hair from her cheek, his touch feather-light.

"Good morrow, my love," he murmured, his voice a low rumble.

Daenys blinked sleepily, her lips curving into a soft smile as she met his gaze. "Morrow, husband." She stretched languidly, a small, contented sigh escaping her.

He watched her, a warm feeling spreading through him. He loved these quiet moments, before the demands of court and family intruded. He traced the delicate line of her jaw with his fingertip, his eyes lingering on her soft expression.

"You are so beautiful in the morning light," he whispered, his voice husky.

Daenys blushed slightly, her cheeks tinged with pink. "You say that every morning, Daemon" she teased, though a pleased smile played on her lips.

Daemon chuckled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her forehead. "And I shall continue to do so, for it is always true." He paused, his gaze becoming more serious, though a playful glint remained in his eyes. "It makes me think… we should add another little dragon to our nest."

Daenys’s eyes widened slightly, and a deeper blush bloomed on her cheeks. She looked down, a shy smile gracing her lips. The idea of another child with Daemon filled her with a warm, happy feeling.

"Daemon…" she began softly, her voice barely a whisper.

He gently cupped her face in his hands, tilting her head up so he could meet her gaze. "I am serious, Daenys. I would have many children with you. Make it equal for both my wives" He chuckled softly.

Daenys bit her lip, her heart fluttering at his words. "Rhaenyra is due to give birth soon," she reminded him gently. "Perhaps… after the babe is born, we could… try."

A wide grin spread across Daemon’s face. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, his hand gently resting on her stomach. "That is all I needed to hear, my love," he murmured against her lips. "After the babe arrives, we shall try for another. Perhaps, one more princess like you” He winked, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Daenys laughed softly, her blush deepening, but her eyes sparkled with happiness. She rested her head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her ear.

However, the warmth of their embrace was broken by a discreet knock at the bedchamber door. Daemon groaned playfully, pulling away from Daenys with a mock sigh.

The door opened slightly, revealing a guard in Targaryen livery. He bowed his head respectfully. "Your Graces," he announced, his voice low and formal. "Princess Rhaenyra requests your presence in the court room"

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In the courtroom, Daenys had arrived to find Rhaenyra already there waiting. The Heir held a protective hand over her belly and looked up when the doors swung open to see Daenys going straight to her, "Should we be worried?"

"Princess Rhaenys was seen on dragonback," Daemon said, who was the first one to reach the courtroom.

"Princess Rhaenys hasn't arrived yet. She's most likely coming though," Rhaenyra stated, also anxious about what was happening.

"Maybe something went wrong in Kingslanding." Daenys suggested but shook her head at the thought, "Maybe we shouldn't worry and wait for what Princess Rhaenys has to say. This could be about the Stepstones. Has something happened to Lord Corlys?" Daenys blunts out.

Daemon was quiet and was in the middle of thinking of the worst possible scenarios.

Daenys placed a hand on his shoulder in comfort. Daemon gave a false smile as he placed his hand on top of hers.

The doors opened to reveal Princess Rhaenys, accompanied by a guard.

"Thank you, Ser Lorent." Rhaenyra thanked them and gave her wife a look for her to follow. Daenys held out her arm to help her walk but also for comfort.

Princess Rhaenys' presence became known when she walked in. Daenys gave her cousin a smile and nodded, "Cousin Rhaenys."

"Daenys, it's good to see that you are well," Rhaenys replied.

"Princess Rhaenys," Rhaenyra greeted. "Might we hope for Lord Corlys' recovery," she smiled.

"Viserys is dead," Rhaenys announced.

It was as if Daenys was thrown into cold water, and if she wasn't holding onto Rhaenyra, she would've fallen.

She looked at Daemon and grabbed his hand. Her eyes held worry seeing the expression on his face.

She could feel Rhaenyra choke up a bit at the news and hold her arm tighter.

Viserys, her elder brother. Her backbone. The one who always stood up for her and loved her like a father was no more.

"I grieve this loss with you, Rhaenyra," Rhaenys told her, she too was still processing her cousin's death. They may have had their ups and downs, but he was always kind to her. "My cousin, your father..possessed a kind heart."

Daenys eyes stung, recalling the moments of the Keep. The memories of her, Viserys and Daemon's childhood together. How Viserys used to protect her from everything. How he used to make her laugh. He always took her side when Daemon and her used to fight.

Daemon looked like a ghost. The regret was seeping inside him for not being there for him and how their relationship ended so horribly. And as for Rhaenyra had lost the only parent she had left.

"There is more," Rhaenys continued.

"How could this have happened?" Daenys spoke up, sounding both hurt and angry. Grief clouded her vision and found herself leaning into Daemon. He held her tightly, boiling in anger.

Suddenly, Rhaenyra felt a pain in her stomach, making her wince.

"Nyra!" Daenys yelled in concern, "What happened?"

"I'm okay," Rhaenyra uttered and stood up straight once more before looking at Rhaenys. "They crowned him..?"she asked quietly, feeling devastated as she looked at Rhaenys for confirmation.

"How did Viserys die?" Daemon asked sharply, speaking up for the first time since he heard the news.

"How long ago?" Daenys asked.

"A day passed, perhaps two. I was made a prisoner in my quarters while the Queen made her preparations." Rhaenys explained,"Viserys has been slain-,"

"Alicent demanded you declare for Aegon," Rhaenyra concluded, adding the pieces together.

"She did," Rhaenys responded with a nod.

"But you had refused," Daenys started earning a nod from Rhaenys. They wouldn't just let her go. Not without trapping her from leaving. The thought of anyone harming her cousin made Daenys angry a bit, "How are you still-"

"Alive? The High Septon crowned Aegon in the Dragonpit. I witnessed it myself just before I fled on Meleys,"

Rhaenyra felt another course of pain but ignored it.

"They crowned him before the masses," Rhaenyra said painfully as if she were stabbed in the heart. Almost in tears, maybe it was the fact that Alicent had been the one to agree to the plan despite coming together once more at the dinner.

Daenys felt betrayed as well. She had thought that they were getting somewhere by moving past everything and was willing to start over their friendship.

The Princess placed a hand over her scar on the collarbone,"So that the masses would see him as their rightful King,"Rhaenys said.

"That whore of a Queen murdered my brother and stole his throne, and you could have burned them all for it," Daemon yelled angrily. His brother was dead, and the crown was stolen that was meant for Rhaenyra, his wife.

"A war is like to be fought over this treachery to be sure," Rhaenys told him, justifying her actions. This was not her fight, at least not yet.

"Hmm," Daemon hummed but angry.

Daenys paced back and forth while her hand rested on her thigh where her dagger rested underneath. She was itching to lash out and bring blood but refrained due to Rhaenyra and Daemon's loss. Her thoughts train to 0tto Hightower, how she wanted to put his head on a spike... or Alicent's, no longer did she hold any sympathy for her or the Greens.

"But that war is not mine," Rhaenys told him with a glare, "I only rushed this morning to tell you out of loyalty to my husband and my House... The Greens are coming for you Rhaenyra, Daenys, and your children....You should leave Dragonstone at once."

Hearing those words out loud about how they would come for their children made Daenys furious. Imagining someone hurting their children made her blood.

Rhaenyra groaned once more in pain before looking at her wife panicky, "Daenys, there is something wrong," she moaned in distress.

Daenys looked at her alarm and helped her with her dress. Rhaenyra pulled up her hand to reveal blood.

"No..." Daenys muttered fearfully for her wife and the babe,"The babe is coming," she said, slightly panicked. They weren't supposed to come this early.

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"Daemon...Daenys.." Rhaenyra shouts echoed all over the castle.

Even though Daenys wanted to be with Rhaenyra, she couldn't. Not while Daemon is fuming and wanting to plot against the Greens. She can not let that happen without Rhaenyra's presence in the court.

"Daemon-" she tried to stop him but he ignored her.

Suddenly, Rhaenyra's shouts became louder and louder, calling for her husband and wife. Daenys couldn't bear it anymore and ran towards her wife, crossing Jacaerys, who was walking towards the courtroom fuming.

When Daenys entered the birthing chamber, she met the most gruesome scene ever. Pool of blood everywhere. Rhaenyra holding their still born and deformed daughter. Their Visenya. Rhaenyra's only daughter. Daenys let out a small whimper at the sight, she could've sworn the babe resemblance to an actual dragon. The child had appeared with scales, and twisted limbs that looks like wings.

"They took my Visenya" Rhaenyra muttered, in misery as she carefully cradled the dead babe back and forth in her arms, "They took our daughter, away from us" she continued.

Daenys held her close, trying to console Rhaenyra while she let out a mournful wail. Rhaenyra hummed at the feeling of her wife's arms caging around her like a security blanket.

"We will get our revenge, my love. They will pay for it." Daenys's eyes darkened as she made the promise to her wife. Tears streamed down her face and grieved over the loss of their child, "I will make them all pay,"

"I want to be alone with her," Rhaenyra stated.

Daenys understood and stood up, placing a kiss on her forehead and cupping the dead babe's face, "Visenya, you'll never be forgotten," she whispered.

With that, she walks out of the chamber as Rhaenyra herself cleaned and dressed Visenya for the funeral. Bidding her only daughter, a final goodbye.

A newfound respect for Rhaenyra grew within Daenys, how strong her wife is, for she could never imagine what she would do if something like this ever happens.

When she reached the balcony, she saw Daemon standing still on the sea shore, devastated. He excises a lifetime of pain and grief and loss.

A wave of nausea washed over her, and she pressed a hand to her mouth, stifling a sob. It was a cruel twist of fate, a blow that struck her core. On this day, Daenys Targaryen made a promise to herself that she will seek vengeance for their daughter, her wife and husband.

A/N: I know I haven't updated for a long time. My favourite uncle died a month ago. Got diagnosed with autoimmune disease myself. I'll try to finish the season one before New Year's.

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"SAY IT"

Daemon Targaryen x sister/aunt!Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen

WARNINGS: canon typical incest/targcest (brother & sister &niece) poly relationship, family drama.

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Rhaenyra wore a beautiful black dress with hints of gold. As for the other Princess, she wore a red and black amour corset with black trousers. Her hair styled into two braids. The shiny dagger nested securely on her hips, she look fierce.

The Throne room was divided into two groups.

On one side, there were the Blacks, consisting of Daemon, Jacaerys, Lucerys, Rhaena, and Joffrey, all dressed in black and hints of red.

In the middle Baela was standing close to her grandmother. They both gave Daenys a kind smile.

The Hightowers on the left wore the color green symbolizing their loyalty towards their mother's house. Aemond couldn't help but admire her beauty, she was radiating in the crowd. He wondered what if would have been like if she was on their side.

The hush whispers ceased when the Hand, Otto Hightowe sat on the Iron Throne and spoke loud and clear, "Though It is the great hope of this court that Lord Corlys Velaryon survives his wounds, we gather here with the grim task of dealing with the succession of Driftmark. On a Hand,I speak with the King's voice on this, and all other matters. The crown will now hear the petitions,' Otto announced.

Aemond almost smiled at Daenys, when they made eye contact. Instead she chose to give her a subtle nod, and Aegon on the other hand, completely ignored her. The sweet Helaena smiled at her aunt, which Daenys returned.

"Ser Vaemond Velaryon of House Velaryon," Otto called.

"My Queen. My Lord Hand," he greeted.

"The History of our noble houses extends beyond the Seven Kingdoms to the days of Old Valyria. For as long as House Targaryen has ruled the skies, House Velaryon has ruled the seas. When the Doom fell on Valyria, our houses became the last of their kind.. Our forebearers came to this new knowledge that they to fail, it would mean the end of their bloodlines and their name." he paused momentarily, "I have spent my entire life on Driftmark defending my brother's seat. I am Lord Corlys's closest kin. His blood. The true unimpeachable blood of House Velaryon runs through my veins"

Daenys glared at Vaemond, "How dare you?"

"As it does in my sons, the offspring of Laenor Velaryon,"Rhaenyra stated, "If you cared so much about the House's blood, Ser Vaemond, you would not be so bold to supplant its rightful heir. No, you only speak for yourself and your own ambition." Rhaenyra said.

"You will have a chance to make your petition, Princess Rhaenyra." Alicent interrupted. "Do Ser Vaemond the courtesy of allowing his to be heard,"

Daenys rolled her eyes,

Vaemond smiled and looked at them, specifically at Rhaenyra, "What do you know about Valyrian blood, Princesses? I could cut my veins and show it to you, and you still wouldn't recognize it,'

Daemon tensed and Daenys grabbed and held him in an attempt to hold him in place.

"I can show you mine, surely mine runs thicker than yours" Daenys commented.

Ignoring her true comment, he continued, "This is about the future and survival of my House, not yours," he told her before locking eyes with Lucerys, "My Queen, my Lord Hand. This is a matter of blood, not ambition. I place the continuation of survival of my House and line above all. I humbly put myself before you as my brothers' successor..The Lord of Driftmark. The Lord of the Tides."

"Thank you, Ser Vaemond," Otto spoke once he was finished, "Princess Rhaenyra, you may now speak for your son, Lucerys Velaryon."

Rhaenyra stepped forward, "If I am to grace this farce with some answer. I will start by reminding the court that nearly twenty years ago in this very-'

The doors to the throne room opened loudly banging on the stone walls for everyone to hear. Heads were turned to see King Viserys walking using only his cane to help him move.

"King Viserys of House Targaryen, the First of his Name King of the Andals, and the Rhoynar, and the First Men. Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm."

Daenys breath hitched, while Rhaenyra looked shocked. The Greens seemed disappointed and angry.

"I will sit on the throne today," Viserys said once he reached to where Otto Hightower stood.

"Your Grace." Otto Hightower said, making his way to stand beside Alicent.

When Viserys walked forward, he stumbled a bit. Daenys didn't hesitate to move forward to catch him. Daemon had joined helping him up the stairs to the throne.

His crown fell off the top of his head, clattering on the ground before him. Daemon picked it up and returned to help him sit on the chair. As the King sat panting on the throne, Daemon stood before him laying the crown on his head.

Viserys eyes softened at the pair, his brother and sister. His eyes held the words he wanted to say and Daemon understood. He gave his brother a slight squeeze on the hand before making his way back to his spot guiding Daenys to stand between Lucerys and him.

Daenys wrapped an arm around Lucerys's shoulders protectively and the boy didn't hesitate to lean in at her gesture.

Aemond's eyes narrowed at the pair.

"I must admit...my confusion," Viserys breathed, "I do not understand..why petitions are being heard..over a settled succession. The only one present...who might offer keener insight into Lord Corlys' wishes..is the Princess Rhaenys. Viserys said.

With that everyone's attention turned towards Princess Rhaenys.

"Indeed your Grace," Rhaenys said stepping forward to the centre, "It was ever my husband's will that Driftmark pass through Ser Laenor to his trueborn son Lucerys Velaryon. His mind never changed nor did my support of him"

Rhaenyra looked surprised, while Daenys smiled.

"As a matter of fact, Princess Rhaenyra has just informed me of her desire to marry her sons, Jace and Luke to Lord Corlys's granddaughters, Baela and Rhaena" she continued, "a proposal to which I heartily agree,".

The children exchanged happy looks.

"Well." Viserys continued, nodding in agreement. "The matter is settled, again...I cannot think of a better pairing to one day rule Driftmark throne...So I hereby affirm Prince Lucerys of House Velaryon...as Heir to Driftmark, the Driftwood Throne, and the next Lord of the Tides."

Before anyone could clap or celebrate Vaemond scoffed, "You break law and centuries of tradition to install your daughter as heir. Yet you dare tell me who deserves to inherit Velaryon....I will not allow it."

"Allow it?" Viserys asked breathlessly, "Do not forget yourself, Vaemond."

Vaemond stood seething at Lucerys making Daenys shield him and glare back at Vaemond menacingly, "That is no true Velaryon, and certainly no nephew of mine!"

"Now, hold your tongue," Daenys snapped quite fed up.

"Lucerys is my trueborn grandson," Viserys stated, "And you ...are no more than the second son of Driftmark."

"You may run your house as you see fit,"' Vaemond snarled shaking his head. "But you will not decide the future of mine. My house survived the Doom and a thousand tribulations beside." He turned directly towards the blacks, "And Gods be damned..I will not see it ended on the account of this-"

"I fucking dare you say it," Daenys stepped forward.

"Princess Daenys, mind your language in the court," Alicent tried to school her.

"My wife can speak however she sees to fit," Daemon scoffed.

"I will not see my house ended on the account of this-"

"Say it" Daemon challenged him.

Vaemond stopped to look at him and back at Viserys, "Her children... are BASTARDS!" he yelled, "And she is a whore marrying another whore"

Everyone in the room gasped. Rhaenyra was fuming with anger and Daenys looked ready to draw blood.

"I..will have your tongue for that!" Viserys yelled weakly, standing from his throne to unsheath his blade.

But in a spilt second, Daemon sliced Vaemond's head from his body, "He can keep his tongue," Daemon said rather calmly.

Daenys had a proud look on her face.

"Disarm him," Otto shouts to the guards in fear.

"No need," Daemon simply said, cleaning his sword and took his place back, beside Daenys.

"Let this be a warning to anyone who dares to question Princess Rhaenyra's claim," Daenys announced to the court.

She looked at Otto coldly, and for the first time in this long, he felt something- Fear.

Aemond stared at Daenys and Daemon in awe, while Aegon almost gagged at the scene. Sweet Helaena, covered her ears shielding away from the scene.

Suddenly Viserys started to moan in pain.

"Call the maesters!" Alicent voiced, walking up to him to help him.

"Father?" Rhaenyra asked worriedly, Daenys brows frowned, "Viserys?" Her voice surprisingly low.

"Please, my love. You must take something for the pain," Alicent coaxed.

"I will not cloud my mind," he protested, "I must put things right,"

The guards quickly helped Viserys to his chambers leaving the remaining confused.

The hearing had come to an end.

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The entire room was candlelit beautifully.

The three dragons looked powerful and united wearing shades of black and red of the House Targaryen.

"Do we have to attend this?" Lucerys complained.

The greens were already present. Alicent, Otto, Aegon, Helaena, and Aemond sat at the opposite side of the table while the other side was filled with empty seats.

Aemond eyes soften seeing his aunt Daenys.

Daenys didn't say anything but nodded in Aemond's and Helaena's direction before looking at Alicent " Alicent," she greeted simply out of politeness and before Alicent could say anything the Targaryen had looked at Helaena and smiled, "Helaena - it's lovely to see you, my dear," Daenys said, her crystal purple eyes holding a fondness for the shy Princess.

She then turns to Aemond, "Aemond," she acknowledged him with smile which he returned. When Daenys was about to sit near Aemond-

"My love, come this way" Rhaenyra asked her to sit with Daemon and her.

Everyone sat down in silence while the children were talking amongst one another. Helena joined in with the chatter all except Aegon who was already drinking and Aemond refusing to associate with the Velaryon boys.

Daemon occasionally kissed Daenys hands, while having small talks with his other wife.

The doors slowly opened to reveal Viserys being carried in on his chair. Everyone stood up from their seats.

"How good it is...to see you all tonight, together," Viserys said wistfully. He looked at his daughter, Rhaenyra and then towards his siblings.

The two women shared a soft smile and it was clear that the favoritism was there. Alicent's children have never come close to the love he shared toward his daughter and sister.

"Prayers before we begin?" Alicent asked, leaning towards Viserys a bit to get his attention.

"Yes," Viserys agreed.

"May the Mother smile down on this gathering with love. May the Smith mend the bonds that have been broken for far too long," Alicent clasped her hands together tightly, "And to Vaemond Velaryon, may the gods give him rest"

Daemon and Daenys wore brief smirks on their faces at the thought of Vaemond.

They all continued their small talks, Aemond's eyes refusing to leave Daenys, which did not go unnoticed by Daemon.

Viserys stood, "It both gladdens my heart, and fills me with sorrow...to see these faces around the table. The faces most dear to me in all the world...yet grown so distant from each other in the years past," Viserys said, then proceeded by taking off his golden mask for the first time, allowing to see how ill and sickly he had become, "My own face...is no longer a handsome one..if indeed it ever was." he said, looking at each person in the room,Daenys looked at him without tearing her eyes away, she didn't seem fazed by his appearance but more by the fact that he was dying slowly.

"Tonight... wish for you to see me...as I am. Not just as a King, but your father..your brother..your husband..and your grandsire who may not it seems... walk for much longer among you," A statement so true.

"Let us no longer hold ill feelings in our hearts. The crown cannot stand strong if the House of the Dragon remains divided. Set aside your grievances if not for the sake of the crown, then for the sake of this old man who loves you all so dearly." Viserys said, before sitting back down.

Rhaenyra got up next, moved by her father's words and raised her glass, "I wish to raise my cup, to Her Grace, the Queen." she said looking at Alicent, who was finishing helping Viserys with putting his mask back on, "I love my father, but I must admit that no one has stood..more loyally by his side than his good wife. She has tended to him..with unfailing devotion, love, and honor. And for that, she has my gratitude. And my apology."

"Your graciousness moves me deeply, Princess," Alicent responded to Rhaenyra. "We are all mothers...and we love our children. We have more in common than we sometimes allow," she said before rising from her seat. "I raise my cup to you and your House. You will make a fine Queen."

Everyone raised their glasses and had the wine. Aegon gulped the wine in one go, and stood up from his seat, walking over to Baela.

He offered her wine and whispered something that made Jacaerys angrily stand up, Aemond got up in defence as well.

Daenys gave Jacaerys a look, telling him to not engage.

"To Prince Aegon and Prince Aemond. We have not seen each other in years, but we have fond memories of our shared youth. And as men, I hope we may yet be friends and allies. To you and your families good health, dear uncles." Jacaerys said with a raised glass.

"To you as well' Aegon said almost defeated which earned a smirk from Rhaena and Lucerys.

"Well done my boy," Viserys praised, showering his grandson with affection.

"I would like to toast to Baela and Rhaena," Helaena said as she got up. "They'll be married soon, it isn't so bad, mostly he just ignores you...except sometimes when he's drunk."

Daemon chuckled at this, and so did Otto who said," Good" to his granddaughter.

"Let us have some music," Viserys said, and the small band played a folk tune.

Jacaerys offered to dance with Helaena which made Daenys smile delightedly. She was happy seeing Helaena smile, she never does whenever she was around Aegon, it seemed.

Daenys felt a tap on the shoulder to see Aemond holding out his hand to her,"Would you be kind to grant me a dance, dear Aunt?"

"I've only just started eating Aemond," Daenys replied, but the pleading look in his eyes made her falter. Suddenly she was brought back to the better days when he was just a child.

Daemon looked ready to speak but it was Rhaenyra's hand that told him to stand down.

That didn't stop Rhaenyra's suspicion but gave a nod of approval. She wished to have no fights during this dinner.

Daenys stood up and placed her hand on Aemond's, letting him guide her to the floor where Jacaerys and Helaena were dancing.

Rhaenyra and Alicent returned to the conversation like old times. Daemon would merely listen and make small talk with his brother while keeping a close eye on Daenys.

"It's been years since we've talked," Aemond said, leading his aunt to the floor. Daenys gave him a look of regret and shrugged, "A part of me is to blame I admit." she acknowledged.

"I missed you," Aemond admitted this time. "It's been terrible all alone with no one that understands me,"

Daenys was out of words, all she could say was, "I'm sorry, Aemond. Perhaps if things would have been different,"

Aemond remembers the first and the last time they had fun together. He remembered riding their dragons till the sunset. He remembered how he poured his feelings out to Daenys and how she told him, "I'll always be there for you". He felt loved and wanted that day.

"Excuse me," Daenys goes back to her seat and so did Aemond with a heavy heart still longing for his aunt. Eventually laughter feels the room. Daenys starts digging into her food again, while Rhaenyra made her laugh at something.

But then there was a loud bang at the table which made Daenys instinctively grab Daemon's hand.

She looked up to see Aemond had punched the table with all his strength, causing the plates and almost everyone's cups to knock over.

"Final tribute," Aemond said and Daenys's stomach dropped. "To the health of my nephews: Jace, Luke, and Joffrey. Each of them is handsome, wise,...strong."

"Aemond," Alicent attempts to stop him.

"Come, let us drain our cups to these three Strong boys," he continued, emphasizing the word "Strong"

Aemond toasts, and Jacaerys steps toward him,"Dare you to say it again," Jacaerys dared him.

Aemond was amused to think Jace could beat him.

"Why? 'Twas only a compliment," Aemond says, and both boys make their way toward each other.

Jacaerys did not hesitate to punch Aemond however it didn't phase him. Daenys attention pulled away from him when she saw Luke stand up from the chair, Aegon did the same and slammed Luke into the table and held his head and neck down.

"Aemond! Aegon!" She moved towards Aegon and Lucerys, "Get your hands off them," she commanded.

Aegon tried to hit Daenys in response, but Daemon warned him, "Get the fuck away from my wife,"

Alicent grabbed Aemond's arm, "Why would you say such a thing before these people?" her voice low but admonished.

"I was merely expressing how proud I am of my family, mother. Though it seems my nephews aren't quite proud of theirs," Aemond provoked making Jacaerys break loose and charged at him again.

Daemon placed himself in the middle of the chaos. His eyes are now cast at Aemond wearing an amused look and let out a contented sigh while Aemond merely glared at him.

By now Rhaenyra ordered the four of the eldest children, "Go to your quarters, all of you". Daenys made her way over to Rhaenyra to see if she was alright.

Daenys gave Aemond disappointed look. Aemond let out a long exhale and walked past Daemon.

Daemon watched Aemond leave in scrutiny.

Meanwhile, the three women shared a conversation, "It's best, I think, if we go back to Dragonstone," Rhaenyra stated, it was clear that after what happened it was best to leave.

"Both of you only just arrived." Alicent's eyes flashed in despair. She takes their hands in hers. She missed Rhaenyra and Daenys.

"We will see the children home and we'll return on Dragonback" Daenys said.

The Queen tearfully smiled, holding their hands tightly. "The King and I would both like that."

The Queen, Heir, and Princess shared a smile for once feeling like they are finally getting somewhere. Except it was only the calm before the storm.

A/N: We are heading towards the end of Season 1😭

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"THERE IS SOMEONE WE WISH TO INTRODUCE YOU TO"

Daemon Targaryen x sister/aunt!Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen

WARNINGS: canon typical incest/targcest (brother & sister &niece) poly relationship, family fluff, Alicent being a bitch.

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When Daenys, Daemon and Rhaenyra along with their children made their way to Kingslanding after many years of exile, they did not expect such a cold greeting.

No one was present in the courtyard and it was clear that they weren't welcomed here.

Daenys has arrived on dragon back, while Daemon and Rhaenyra arrived by the carriages along with the children and the handmaidens.

Ser Steffon announced their arrival, "All hail Rhaenyra of House Targaryen, Princess of Dragonstone and Heir to the Iron Throne, and her royal consort Prince Daemon-"

The gate open once again, revealing Daenys.

"and Princess Daenys"

Daenys walked over to her family with a smile as she assisted Rhaenyra in stepping down from the carriage.

"Thank you, my love," Rhaenyra pecked her cheek and finally took in the sight of the Keep. This was the place where she grew up and somehow it did not feel like home at all. There was only one person that showed up.

Lord Caswell was the only one for their arrival. "Welcome back Princesses." the man stepped forward so he was now in front of the royal family.

"Lord Caswell." Rhaenyra greeted, but still mildly shocked and offended by the lack of greeting from the others.

"Lord Caswell. I'm happy to see that you are doing well," Daenys smiled at him.

"I was expecting better," Rhaena comments earning a snort from Luke and a smirk from Daenys.

They made their way inside and immediately noticed that the Valyrian decorations that were once proudly displayed had been totally replaced. The Three Dragons couldn't help but grimace.

"I would say it's nice to be home, but I scarcely even recognize it," Rhaenya uttered with a twitched eye when she saw the seven-pointed star.

"Mm.' Daemon eyed his surroundings in disgust.

"Viserys wouldn't let this happen," Daenys commented, grabbing Daemon's hand. Five years have passed and not once did Daenys communicate with Alicent or her children.

She was disappointed and ashamed hearing rumors of Aegon's horrific behavior toward women. It made her lose all hope for him. She thought of Halaena and Aemond, hoping they were doing well. She wondered how Viserys third son, Daeron looked like. She have never met the boy, courtesy of Alicent and Otto sending the boy away to Hightowers.

"What's wrong, my love?" Daemon asked, when he noticed her silence the whole time they made their way through the Keep.

"I was just thinking of Helaena and her children. She has twins; a boy and a girl, just like me. I might consider seeing her later when we settle down."

The children went straight to their assigned rooms, Daenys's handmaiden assured her that she'd be with the younglings the whole time.

Daenys gave the little ones, final kisses on their heads as they parted their ways.

Walking towards Viserys's chamber, Daenys held Daemon's and Rhaenyra's hand to calm her nerves.

The room was dark but the sunlight entered the windows and curtains. Rhaenyra was first to let go and approach the weak King while Daenys and Daemon stayed close to one another.

Rhaenyra called out to her father, "Father?" she slowly sat on the side of his bed.

"Who goes there?" Visery's voice sounded dry and cracked.

"It's me, my King..Rhaenyra," she said gently with a slight break in her voice at how her father looked. "I'm here with Daenys and Daemon."

"Oh," Viserys exhaled, the smallest smile graced his face but faded away when the pain settled in again, "Help me up"

Rhaenyra gently helps up sit up from the bed.

"It's been so long," Viserys cried.

Daemon took a deep breathe and avoided Viserys eye contact and Daenys grabbed his arm in comfort, her eyes pooling with tears. Guilt ran through both of them, for leaving their brother defenseless in the viper's den.

"The Seasnake has suffered a grave injury in the Stepstones," Daemon said.

"When?" Viserys asked, shaking his head. "We won that war years ago?"

"No, the Triarchy is resurgent," Daemon responded finally stepping forward to confront Viserys for the first in years properly without any quarrel or resentment. "The fighting is the answer, brother. There is a petition to decide upon the succession of Driftmark."

"Petitions?" Viserys asked, bringing a hand to the bandage over the half of his face. He slowly rubbed at the skir underneath, "Alicent and Otto...they see all that business now."

"No, brother listen to me," Daemon said, "You are to affirm your position for Lucerys, to be Corlys Velaryon's successor-" He pressed.

Daenys grabbed his arms, signaling now is not the time.

The King slowly smiled seeing his sister yet concern filled his tone, "Has something happened to Lord Corlys?"

The door opened to reveal two handmaiden's along with Aegon, Viserys, Aegor and Viseria.

"Father" Rhaenyra said to Viserys softly, "There is someone we wish to introduce you to,"

As Rhaenyra goes to grab the children, Viserys pants in exhaustion and pain, seeing Daemon and Daenys he acknowledged them.

"Daemon... Daenys"

"Brother," Daemon said, while Daenys held back her tears.

'Who is that?" Viserys asked as Rhaenyra got ahold of the little Prince who giggled happily.

Daenys grabbed Aegor wrapped in a soft bundle, from the handmaiden, placing a kiss on his small forehead.

"Father.. this is Aegon," Rhaenyra said proudly, "And this.. is Viserys"

"Ah, Viserys.. " he said happily, his eyes filled with life for the first time in years carefully touching the baby. "Now that is a name fit for a King."

His eyes fell on his sister, "Daenys... who is that?"

"This is Aegor" Daenys managed a weak smile not wanting to cry at his appearance, "And-"

"And is this Viseria," Daemon said cradling the Princess in his arms.

"Look at you, a mother now" Viserys chuckled, but suddenly he started to feel pain making the children panic. Daemon handed the baby princess to the handmaiden, when she started crying hearing her older brothers.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." he said apologetically in a breathless tone, "Please. My tea, My tea."

"What tea?" This?" Daemon gestured to the cup at his beside the table.

"Yes. Yes." Viserys cried.

Daemon handed his brother the cup making him sigh in relief after taking a big gulp. Daemon took the cup back and smelled it as he gave his wives a suspicious look.

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Daemon decided to take a seat while Daenys sat on his lap, his arm was wrapped warmly around her waist. They watched Rhaenyra pace back and forth in the room.

"He looked like a diferent person," Rhaenyra commented her face willed with trouble. "I believe that we should also consult Maester Geraadys. Perhaps if he could see the King he'd suggest a different --" Rhaenyra extends her hand and Daemon grabs it gently.

But before anyone could comment the doors opened and Alicent Hightower walked in with her head tall wearing a dark green dress with a seven-pointed star adorning her chest.

"Princess Rhaenyra." Alicent looked at Rhaenyra then finally settled on the other two and paused momentarily to catch her breath when she caught sight of the purple-eyed Targaryen sitting on her husband, without any shame.

"Princess Daenys, Prince Daemon. It has been so long since we were granted the joy of your presence."

Alicent's eyes fell on the faded scar on Rhaenyra's arm which she covered and then on Daenys, she could see a faint scar hidden behind the necklace.

Daemon glared at the Queen and pulled Daenys closer.

"Indeed it has been, Alicent," Daenys said, refusing to address her as the Queen.

'Though not long enough to merit a greeting upon our arrival," Daemon commented.

"I'm sure the Queen had pressing business, my love," Rhaenyra said to Daemon.

Daenys placed a hand on her stomach to ease her anxiousness. Rhaenyra gladly took hold of her aunt's hand in hers and lifted it to kiss the back of her hand before setting it back on her round stomach.

"Yes, what can either of us know about ruling a kingdom?" Daenys said bitterly.

"I do not rule, as you know. My father and I are merely stewards of the King's will and wisdom-"

"And how exactly is what wisdom expressed...hmm in blinks and wheezes? I'm surprised he could remember his own name." Daemon cocked his head to the side looking at Alicent, hatefully.

"King Visery's condition has worsened since you last saw him. He deals with a considerable amount of pain. The maesters-"

"Ah the Maesters," Rhaenyra chuckled lightly, walking over to Alicent,"It is they who keep him abled on the milk of the poppy, while the Hightowers warm his throne"

"Rhaenyra, if you would see him without it. Almost blind with suffering-" Alicent said with a slight tone of distress.

Daemon interrupts her"Alicent, I have no doubt it was...an act of purest mercy," He gently tapped Daenys's thigh and she gets up from his lap, then he walks over to Alicent, "but tell me, for the King's suffering did the maesters also prescribe the removal of Targaryen heraldry and the installation of its stead of various statues and stars?"

"The emblems of the Seven serve only to guide us on an uncertain path," Alicent said more sharply taking a bit of defense, "to remind us of a higher authority"

"What an insult to the Valyrian lineage! Thank the gods, my forefathers are not here to witness this" Daenys rolled her eyes.

Alicent flinched at her words making Daemon chuckle.

"And on the morrow, which authority will sit in judgment of my son's claim to his own inheritance?" Rhaenyra asked.

"That would be mine .. . and the Hand's" Alicent said.

Daenys huffed annoyed.

"But be assured, the Father is just and commands me to forget the accusations you have held in this room today." Alicent said and left the room.

"Cunt," Daenys commented making Daemon and Rhaenyra laugh.

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Daemon was playing with Princess Viseria and Daenys was nursing Prince Aegor. Rhaena watched over Aegon, Viserys and Joffrey playing with their wooden toys while Jacaerys tried to cheer Lucerys up over something.

Rhaenyra walks in the chamber to her family, "Children, why don't you all start heading out? I need to speak to your mother and father"

Once the kids left it was just the three dragons.

Daenys carefully placed Aegor on the bed, sleeping peacefully, drunk on milk and walks over to her wife.

"Everything will go alright," Daenys said pulling her into a kiss, " Have you talked to Rhaenys?" She asked.

"She despises me." Rhaenyra huffed.

"Yes, but she hates Vaemond more. I wish you didn't have to be there," Daenys said, enveloping her into a hug "You should be resting, this stress isn't good for the babe."

Daenys pulls away not before kissing her lips again, Daemon joins them kissing Daenys passionately and placing a kiss on Rhaenyra's forehead.

"You both are so good to me." Rhaenyra stared at them with love in her eyes. How did she get so lucky?

"It's because I love you. And we care about you"

Daenys took her hand, and this time kissed the back of her hand, "Now let us not keep everyone waiting."

A/N: Will try to give you'll one more chapter today😭

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"I THINK I'M GOING TO DIE"

Daemon Targaryen x sister/aunt!Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen

WARNINGS: canon typical incest/targcest (brother & sister &niece) poly relationship, child birth, (smut: lactation kink, cock warming) fluff, family drama.

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"The pain will be over soon my love, the babe should be here soon," Rhaenyra said, trying to bring her some comfort. She herself had recently given birth to another son, named Viserys.

Daemon stood beside her, he had refused to leave her side.

Daenys huffed and looked at her husband loathingly, "I fucking hate you!"

"What?" Daemon asked, rather hurt than confused.

"Relax, Daemon" Rhaenyra said as she pushes back Daenys damp hair and kissed her forehead, "She's giving birth, stop pouting"

'No, NO!" Daenys shouted this time, her eyes holding fire, resembling a furious dragon. "I'm speaking clearly," she groans in pain," This is all your fault..you and your stupid big cock"

Daenys breathing grows heavy and shakes her head," I fucking hate this! How the hell did mother do this? And Aemma and my beloved Laena?" She said then turned to Rhaenyra," How did you do this?" She babled.

"Princess you must push." the Midwife coaxed but squeaked when Daenys screamed at her face, "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

"I think I'm going to die," Daenys whined.

Daemon never knew fear until now. He did not want to lose his wife and Rhaenyra shared the same sentiment.

Rhaenyra cupped her face tenderly, "Just a bit more pain for a lifetime of happiness...now fucking push! You're Daenys Targaryen, a dragon and a warrior, so be one!"

Daenys let out a huff of frustration and screamed, ignoring the pain and the voices all around her as she pushed once more and the sounds of a babe, crying, made her fall back in her husband's arms.

"Oh praised the mother!" The mid-wife said, "A boy you have, Princess!"

"A boy?" Daenys couldn't contain her smile, A mini Daemon she thought.

The boy was cleaned and wrapped in a blanket. Daenys held her son close in a possessive manner and fell in love with the baby in her arms. He was absolutely perfect and looked just like her, but with Daemon's lips.

'Aegor," Daenys announced, sporting a wide grin at Daemon who now held Aegor Targaryen in his arms.

Suddenly Daenys felt another cramp, and shouts in pain.

Rhaenyra stood up from her spot and looked at the Maester in worry. The midwife looked underneath Daenys dress and gasped making the two look at her.

"What is it, woman? Spit it out!" Rhaenyra shouted, fear overtaking her face, "Another babe, Princess." the timid midwife squeaked out in fear.

"Another?" Daenys looked horrified, "I can't do this," she cried.

"Yes, you can, my love," Daemon grabbed her hand tight, "Breathe"

Holding Daemon hand tightly and pushing once again. She had finally delivered another babe. Daemon and Rhaenyra held a mixture of pride and happiness.

"A girl!" The mid-wife announced.

Rhaenyra held the babe with happy tears streaming down her face, a little girl in their family. Daenys wore a tired yet beaming smile.

"What will you name her?" Rhaenyra asked her.

"Viseria Targaryen, my warrior princess," Daenys announced proudly.

"My little princess" Daemon whispered, cooing at the baby.

Moments later, Daenys laid on the bed fully exhausted. Once the sheets were replaced, the maidens helped her wear a clean dress. She then started breastfeeding her children.

Daemon and Rhaenyra sat next to her on the bed simply taking in the scene between the mother of their children. Daemon was proud of his wife's strength. She did it, she overcomed her fear.

Rhaenyra's eyes filled with nothing but admiration and love for her wife. She felt content and happy seeing that she had everything she ever wanted.

Daenys couldn't believe that she was a mother now. Two little healthy identical Targaryens.

Now, ever since Daenys gave birth to the Twins, her partners- especially Daemon was practically ravenous for her. The slight chubbiness on her stomach, the softness of her thighs, and her round hips... the swollen breast, oozing with milk.

Daenys sighed angrily as milk leaked through her dress.

"What is it, love?" Daemon asked, already knowing the problem.

"Your children seem to be on a hunger strike," Daenys complained, "My dress is ruined," she pouts, stripping her dress off.

"Fuck," Daemon mumbled, seeing her naked form. The two times larger swollen, leaking breasts making him hard, "Let me see it, love" he said.

"See what, Daemon? " Daenys cocked her head at him while he bit his lip, his eyes trained on her perfectly swollen breast.

Daenys already knew what he was thinking.

"Just let me..." He lifted her in his arms. Daenys wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried he over to the bed where he sat up, while she straddled on him, his hands over her tender breasts. "Does it hurt?"

Daenys nodded in response.

"Let me take care of you, then," Daemon whispered, as he pulled her body closer, his head dipping down to take her pink nipple in his mouth.

He held her close to him, suckling and moaning at the gentle stream of milk that filled his mouth, nothing in the world was sweeter than this.

Daenys carded her fingers through his hair while he nursed from her, his cock growing harder beneath his clothes.

Daenys moaned as her naked buttom grinds his clothed boner, her clit soaking wet.

"Keep my cock warm, will you?" Daemon groaned. Wasting no time he pulled his pants down just enough to free his cock.

"Keeping you warm is how I knocked up pregnant, Daemon" Daenys playfully rolled her eyes. She gasped when he lined up with her entrance. He rubbed the tip of his cock through her folds, before pushing in and holding her in place, as he gave her other nipple attention.

Daemon could feel his cock throb, wrapped around his wife's warmth, nursing from his babysister, he was sure he'd be able to cum without even moving.

Daemon couldn't stop suckling from her breast.

"Daemon.." she moaned. Her breast were too tender and sensitive now.

"Just a litle more?" He peeked up at her, almost whining when she clenched around him, nodding.

"Just a little more, only for you, my love," Daenys said, as she nursed his desires.

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Five years have passed since Rhaenyra, Daemon, and Daenys married in the ways of Old Valyria. And during the times spent on Dragonstone, their family continued to grow- Aegon l and Viserys ll (Daemon and Rhaenyra's sons) and Aegor and Viseria (Daemon and Daenys's son and daughter). Rhaenyra was expecting another child. This time she hoped for a daughter.

"How is our little Visenya?" Daenys inquired, affectionately placing her hand on Rhaenyra's growing stomach.

"Restless," Rhaenyra smiled.

"Just like her mother, I see," Daenys teased her, then pulled her into a passionate kiss.

Jacaerys, Lucerys and Joffrey has already accepted the dynamic well. They consider Daenys as their second mother and her children has their own siblings. In return, Rhaenyra also looked after Daenys children like her own.

Baela and Rhaena, tho remained with their grandparents, exchange letters often with Daenys. The girls were delighted upon hearing the news of the birth of another Targaryen girl. They couldn't wait to meet the Prince and the Princess.

"Where are going all dressed up?" Rhaenyra asked, eyeing her training gears.

"The courtyard, come join me," she smiled.

Rhaenyra watched Lucerys and Jacaerys train in the courtyard, while Daenys held her own sword out training with one of the guards on Dragonstone.

The boys watched their god mother give a powerful kick to her opponent sending him flying backwards and onto the ground.

Another tried to approach and strike - only for Daenys to dodge and the two exchanged blows with swords.

Eventually, it wasn't until the man let out a cry when her sword jabbed his shoulder which had been too late to block the attack, and fell to his knees.

The boys watched with open mouths of disbelief.

Rhaenyra huffed but smirked in pride, "Show off," she muttered.

"Well, she have learned from the best." Daemon who had been watching for a while smiled proudly at his wife.

Daenys smirked, handing the sword off to the nearest person, "I was just warming up." She grabbed Lucaerys and ruffled his hair playfully earning a cry from the boy.

Jacaerys laughed, before getting the same treatment from his mother, "Mother! Not my hair," he complained.

Rhaenyra proudly smiled at her son, she was utterly in love with all of her children, "Come on, let Daenys and Daemon continued their practice," she told the boys, "It's time for your High Valyrian lessons,"

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A scroll was sent in the name of Rhaenyra.

Daenys and Daemon walked inside the hall, all cleaned up and fresh.

"Leave us," Rhaenyra tells her children.

"Joffrey, come." Jacaerys ushered Joffrey to follow. The maid got up as well and assisted Joffrey by picking up his book. Lucaerys also had picked up his books and scrolls.

The Maester followed and soon the doors closed, leaving the three together.

Rhaenyra took the small scroll from Daemon's hand and read it to herself. Daenys already knew what was inside the scroll, "What is it?"

"He means to call into question Luke's legitimacy. And by extension Jace, and by extension my claim to the throne." Rhaenyra uttered in distress.

"Vaemond cares only about Driftmark,' Daenys said with frustration, her striking purple eyes looking up at her love, "Can't believe Viserys thought of marrying me off to him,"

"He only cares about Velaryon line,"' Daemon said.

"Hm, this is what I fear. Rhaenys has flown to court. Surely, she cannot be planning to back him." Rhaenyra stated.

"We may share disagreements but Rhaenys isn't cruel," Daenys said, thinking about her cousin.

"Disagreements? She believes we had her son killed so we might marry." Rhaenyra retorted earning a look from Daenys.

This wasn't the first time Daenys heard this rumor and she even asked Rhaenyra and Daemon to come clean. But they swore that they had nothing to do with it.

'Yes ...and yet, she's taken the girls to the ward," Daenys said.

"In honor of Laena's memory. She has no love for either of us." Rhaenyra said.

Daemon gave Rhaenyra a look while glancing at Daenys," She still holds love for our precious Daenys," he cups her face and lets out a slight chuckle.

Daenys knew that he wasn't happy at all. Their brother has been surrounded by Hightower in the past five years.

"Has the vipers' venom spread so far?" Daemon said.

"Those vipers rule in my father's name. And my father..." Rhaenyra's voice held some edge in it. "What choice do we have?"

Daemon peered down at her belly and placed a gentle hand.He looked up at his wives, "To Kings Landing then,"

"A family reunion, just what we needed," Daenys said sarcastically.

A/N:

Well we all know Daemon's got Mommy issues!

Thank you for supporting my work sm😭 Never thought I'd make it past 50 likes.

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"I WON'T LET ANYTHING HAPPEN TO YOU OR OUR CHILD"

Daemon Targaryen x sister/aunt!Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen

WARNINGS: canon typical incest/targcest (brother & sister &niece) poly relationship, family drama, fluff, mention of pregnancy.

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The wind whipped through Daenys' hair as she soared through the sky, Nyx's powerful wings carrying her towards King's Landing. The world below was a patchwork quilt of greens and blues, the vast expanse of ocean contrasting with the lush forests.

Nyx's roars echoed through the sky, a unique sound that set her apart from other dragons. Daenys smiled, recalling all playful rivalry between Nyx and her husband's dragon, Caraxes, and her wife's young dragon, Syrax, their unique roars often echoing across the skies of Dragonstone.

As she neared the city, she could feel the anticipation growing within her. She wondered how her brother, Viserys, would react to her return. Would he be angry, or would he finally forgive her for marrying Daemon and Rhaenyra?

She landed Nyx in the dragon pit, the great beast settling with a contented sigh. Daenys dismounted, patting Nyx and bidding her goodbye.

As she walked in, the palace was abuzz with activity, the scent of food and wine filling the air. The court lined with people, preparing to celebrate the wedding of the King's firstborn male.

As she entered the throne room, the guards announced her arrival. "Princess Daenys Targaryen has arrived!"

A rush of emotions flooded through her as she stepped into the familiar halls, but soon disappointment takes over as she finds the throne empty. Where is Viserys?

"Princess", Otto Hightower called from behind, startling Daenys. She turned to face him, a forced smile playing or her lips.

"Otto," she acknowledged, "Where is my lovely brother?" she asked.

"His Grace was not feeling well this morning, Princess," Otto replied, his tone somber. Daenys' heart sank. She remembered the last time she saw Viserys, he had looked frail.

"Where is he? I want to see him," she insisted.

'Come, I'Il take you to his chamber," Otto offered

As they walked down the hallway, Otto attempted to make small talk. "You still look delightful, Princess. Its a shame you displayed such poor judgment in choosing partners," he remarked bitterly.

Daenys rolled her eyes, "Some people prefer passion, which you're not familiar with, over politics," she retorted.

When they reached Viserys chamber, he was sitting up in bed, his face pale and gaunt.

"Vis," Daenys called softly.

Viserys raised his head, a weak smile gracing his lips. "Sister," he greeted her. "You came," he said, his voice barely a whisper.

Daenys walked over to him, cupping his face gently. "Of course I did," she replied, her voice filled with concern.

"What happened?" she asked, her eyes scanning his face.

Viserys chuckled weakly. "Don't worry, sister, I'm just getting old."

"Don't be ridiculous, you're not old yet," she protested.

Viserys chuckled again, "Come, sit with me," his gaze filled with love.

'Your Grace," Otto interrupted, "The wedding starts soon,".

"I'Il be there with my sister," Viserys replied. "You are dismissed, Otto"

Once Otto left, Viserys turned back to Daenys. "You haven't aged a day. In fact, you look more youthful," he commented.

Daenys laughed.

"How is Daemon and Rhaenyra?" Viserys asked.

"They're doing well, brother," she replied, biting her lip nervously. "Are you upset with me?" she asked softly.

"Yes," Viserys admitted.

Daenys's face fell but he continued, "I was upset at first, but then I realised that they both need you," he said, "only you can keep Daemon and Rhaenyra grounded"

"They are indeed, both very stubborn," Daenys complained.

"Well, it is in the blood," Viserys smiled at her.

Suddenly, the doors swung open, revealing Alicent, dressed in a stunning gown, ready for her firstborn's wedding. Her expression shifted from surprise to a forced smile as she saw Daenys.

"Husband," Alicent greeted Viserys, then turned to Daenys. "Princess, It's a joy to see you."

Daenys remembered their last encounter. A flicker of resentment passed through her as she replied, "Alicent, Good to see you too." She unconsciously touched the scar on her neck, a reminder of the near-fatal attack.

Alicent noticed and as if guilty awkwardly said, "Everything is prepared," to Viserys.

A groan escaped his mouth due to pain, Viserys, with Daenys's assistance, rose from the bed and began to walk towards the throne room.

As they walked, Daenys couldn't help but notice the toll the recent events had taken on Viserys. She watched as his once vibrant spirit seemed dimmed, his body frail. She have always looked up to him, more like her father figure and it pains her seeing him like this.

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The wedding was a grand, a spectacle of wealth and power.

Yet, amidst the festivities, a sense of unease hung in the air. Aegon seemed disinterested and least bothered, his gaze often drifting off into the distance, eyes disturbingly preying over other girls. Helaena, on the other hand, radiated an ethereal beauty, her innocence a contrast to the political intrigue that surrounded her.

Daenys, wandering through the hall for food, found herself drawn to the unusual food combinations again. This time, she selected a dish of salted fish and added fermented sweet plums on it.

"Looks gross," a voice sneered from behind her.

Daenys turned to see Aemond, Viserys's younger son.

"Smells delicious to me," she retorted, her gaze unwavering. She found a secluded table and sat down, her legs already feeling weary.

Aemond followed her, a smirk playing on his lips. "You know, I've always admired you," he said. "Father used to tell us stories of your childhood, how you were his favorite, the most rebellious, brave, and beautiful. And how my uncle was always so protective of you."

"I've also always envied you in a way," he confessed.

"I'm sure Viserys loves all his children equally, and holds love for them more than he does for me," Daenys replied, trying to comfort him.

"He's not the same anymore," Aemond said, his voice filled with bitterness. "Not after his precious Rhaenyra cut him off."

Daenys remained silent, knowing the truth behind his words. Viserys did have a soft corner for Rhaenyra, his only child with Aemma, the love of his life.

"Why did you blame it on Aegon that day?" she asked, putting down her plate and changing the matter of conversation.

Aemond hesitated.

"I didn't want to get humiliated in front of you."

Daenys's heart softened. "If you had owned up to your mistake, I would have respected you more," she said.

"But it was no mistake! ," Aemond argued. "Rhaenyra's sons are not trueborn."

"Rhaenyra is the heir, and her sons have just as much Targaryen blood as you," Daenys countered.

"But she's a woman," Aemond insisted.

"And?" Daenys replied, her voice sharp.

"No woman ever s-"

Daenys sighed, "Enough, boy. You're giving me a headache," she said, her patience wearing thin.

Aemond hung his head.

Daenys sighed, feeling a surge of pity, "Do you want to fly out?" she proposed, also wanting to see Vhagar, her Laena's beloved companion.

Aemond's face lit up. "If you insist, I'd race you with but know that I'd win," he boasted.

"We'll see about that," Daenys challenged, a playful glint in her eye.

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Daenys doubled over, vomiting for the fourth time. Daemon's face hardened as he watched her suffer. "They have poisoned her," he muttered, his voice low and dangerous.

Rhaenyra rushed to her side, gently rubbing her back. "Are you alright, my love?" she asked, concern etched on her face.

"I think it's just the salted fish with fermented sweet plums," Daenys managed to say, wiping her mouth with a cloth Rhaenyra offered. Daemon cringed internally at the thought of such a bizarre combination.

"Daemon wouldn't admit it, but we've missed you," Rhaenyra confessed, her voice soft.

"I was only gone for a day," Daenys chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

"Too long," Daemon muttered under his breath.

Suddenly, Daenys felt a wave of dizziness. "I need to sit," she gasped, her vision blurring.

Rhaenyra called for a maester, her voice filled with worry. Before the maester could arrive, Daemon scooped Daenys into his arms, her face pale and carried her to bed.

When the maester examined Daenys, gently running his hand over her stomach. His brow furrowed. "The Princess is with child," he announced.

Daenys's eyes widened in shock. She couldn't believe it. Fear and uncertainty washed over her. "I can't be a mother, Daemon," she whispered, her voice trembling. "What if... what if I..."

Daemon sat beside her, his hand gently stroking her hair. "Nothing will happen to you," he assured her. "I won't allow it."

"I'm afraid," Daenys confessed.

Rhaenyra took Daenys' hand. "I won't let anything happen to you or our child," she vowed, highlighting our.

"But I'm not ready," Daenys protested. "What if I cannot be a good mother."

"You'll be the best mother, my love," Rhaenyra insisted. "You already are so kind to my sons and Daemon's daughters."

Daenys sighed this was all too much for her, a part of her always wanted to be a mother, to carry Daemon's child in her womb. A child out of love, a Targaryen child. Maybe a daughter with Daemon's temper or a son with her subtle kindness.

Daemon leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Rest now," he said. "We'll talk about this later."

He stood up and placed a loving hand on Rhaenyra's swollen belly, "You too" he said.

Then, he left the room, his heart a mixture of joy as well as worry.

Rhaenyra turned to Daenys,

"Lay with me, Nyra," Daenys offered.

Rhaenyra nodded and climbed into bed beside her. She smiled and snuggled closer to her, and as for Daenys, a sense of peace washed over her.

A/N: Boring filler chapter. Not my best :(( Having a writer's block :(

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[anyca786]

"NOW THAT DAEMON AND I HAVE YOU, WE'LL NEVER LET YOU GO"

Daemon Targaryen x sister/aunt!Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen

WARNINGS: canon typical incest/targcest (brother & sister &niece) poly!(smut warning, p in v, fingering, eating out pussy, dirty talking etc)

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The news of Laenor Velaryon's death had sent shockwaves through the realm. Daenys, who had always held a fondness for Laenor, was particularly devastated. Daenys's heart grieved for her cousin, Rhaenys, who has not only lost her daughter but now her son as well.

When Rhaenyra proposed a marriage between the three of them, Daenys was initially hesitant. She couldn't help but wonder what Viserys would think. But when Daemon voiced his support, Daenys found herself wavering.

The night sky grew darker. The three Targaryens, their robes of gold and blood red shimmering in the dim light, stood before the Septon. There was no one except their children and the Septon.

As the Septon spoke, their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them. They were bound by a love that transcended the boundaries of tradition and societal expectations. Daemon had always loved Daenys since they were little, but before he even got the chance to make her his, he was married off to the Vale.

Rhaenyra on the other hand grew fond of her Uncle and Aunt, she wanted to be like them. She admired and lusted over the two godly beautiful Targaryens. She knew that with them by her side, no one would dare to challenge her for the Iron Throne.

Daenys found herself staring into the eyes of her beloved. She saw love, loyalty, and a shared determination in their eyes.

As the Dragonglass was brought forth, Daenys' gaze met Rhaenyra's. Rhaenyra pressed the blade on her lips and made a small cut, then pressed her thumb to her lips and swiped away a drop of blood, writing the word "blood" on her forehead.

Daenys wrote "fire" on Daemon's forehead, and he, in turn, followed the suit and wrote "ice" on Rhaenyra's forehead.

Their hands then interlaced, their palms oozing with blood from their cut palms. The blood flowed into a goblet placed before them, mingling together to symbolize their union. They are together now, they were one.

Daenys was the first to take a sip of the rusty-tasting blood. She offered the goblet to Rhaenyra, who beamed at her and took a gulp before passing it to Daemon.

The three took turns, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss, sealing their new bond. From that moment on, they were bound together forever.

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The day had been long and eventful for Daenys and now she longed for the solace of a warm bath.

As she entered her bathing chamber, the soft glow of candles illuminated the room, casting a warm, inviting glow.

She slowly undressed herself, her movements slow and graceful. As she submerged herself in the fragrant water, a sigh of relief escaped her lips. She added a few drops of soothing oil to the water, its scent filling the air.

Just as she was about to close her eyes, the door creaked open. Rhaenyra, now her wife, stepped into the room, a playful smirk playing on her lips. "Mind if I join you, my wife?" she asked, emphasizing the last word.

Daenys nodded, her eyes darkening slightly. Rhaenyra began to undress, her movements slow and deliberate, a seductive dance. Daenys couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. "Hurry," she ordered, her voice low and husky.

"Eager, much?" Rhaenyra teased, before finally slipping into the bath.

As they lay side by side, the tension between them palpable, a shared look passed between them. Daenys thought Rhaenyra would lean in for a kiss but to her surprise, instead attached them to her glistening wet beautiful breast. Tugging and sucking her nipples.

Daenys couldn't help but moan, "Fuck..fuck,"

Rhaenyra continued playing with her breast and her other hand found the sweet wet clit of the Realm's beauty, two fingers in a go.

Daenys was a whimpering mess. Rhaenyra kissed her cutting the sound of her moans.

Just then Daemon walks in with a smirk, observing his two wives. He's eyes darkened, seeing Daenys like a hot mess. Eagerly waiting to fuck her.

"Do not fret, kepus, I was making sure that our wife is wet and ready to take your cock," Rhaenyra grinned at her uncle, as she increased her pace.

"Fuck!" Daenys cried, already on the verge of her climax, "Make me cum, Rhaenyra"

And she did, with a final thrust, Daenys came hard.

Running out of patience, Daemon picked Daenys up from the bath like a ragdoll. Water dripping everywhere on the floor. Rhaenyra threw her head back and laughed before making her way over to the bed.

Daemon pecked Daenys's lips before gently pushing her into the bed, he hovered above her and greedily kissed her twice and bit her bottom lip, "Turn back, lay down," his voice rough, Daenys complied what she was asked to almost immediately

"Look at you, such a obedient little whore for us," Daemon said.

"Fuck you." Daenys retorts.

Daenys gasped when she felt a hard slap on her arse, then almost flinched when the heir's hand rubbed soothingly at her skin while the other pulled her silver waves back and whisper in her ear, "Oh my love he most definitely will." Loud enough for Daemon to hear it.

Daenys was already dripping wet for them.

"Is this for us,love?" Rhaenyra runs her finger through her clit. Daenys flinched against the sudden contact, and moans as Rhaenyra lazily brushes her finger over it.

"Are you going to be our good girl, and let us take pleasure from you, whilst you stay a needy whore," Daemon asked removing his clothes.

Daenys only nods in response, while Rhaenyra's fingers collect her wetness.

"Such a good girl" Daemon praised her, before climbing fully naked into the bed.

With a force, he turned her back on her back and settled between her legs, rubbing his hard cock against her wetness.

He slightly dips his cock inside of her, a gasp escaped Daenys's mouth but soon turned into a groan as he pulled out immediately, teasing her.

She opens her mouth to give him a witty response, but before she could say anything, Daemon pushed inside of her without giving her anytime to adjust.

He was basking in his own pleasure of how the Realm's Beauty felt snug around his cock. "Fuck you're so perfect." He groans and starts pounding her.

A beautiful string of sweet moans filled the chamber.

Rhaenyra's hand found Daenys's clit yet again, rubbing it. She pinched her clit, releasing a sweet cry from Daenys.

The man fucked her even faster his expression filled with adoration and greed, his balls slapping against her, the sound echoed throughout the stone walls of their chamber. "So fucking tight around lēkia's cock."

He pulled out and thrust back in repeatedly. "Feels so good my little slut." he puts his hips higher and watched his niece position herself behind Daenys to rest against the headboard and let Daenys relax against her front.

Rhaenyra brushed her hair back and peppered loving kisses down her pale neck, whilst Daemon fucks her like a dragon.

Daenys was basked in the touch and pleasure given by her brother and sweet niece. Every delicious thrust of Daemon's cock made Daenys cry out loud.

The man's eyes travel to Rhaenyra, he leans forward and kisses her deeply before taking her breast in his mouth while his other hand reached down to squeeze Daenys's harshly.

The heir moaned and pulled at her sweet darling breast, the sight of her two lovers fucking made her wet. Rhaenyra slips two fingers into her own folds.

Daemon allowed his hand to settle on the scar near Daenys's throat, just above it and vowed with darkened eyes that no one would bring harm to her again.

"Fuck.. Oh Gods" Daenys screamed instantly, reaching her her peak "There are no Gods." Daemon hissed with a harsh thrust, "It's only me" he exploded inside her, coating her womb with several hot thick spurts of cum.

Rhaenyra moved so Daenys could rest against the propped pillows and reached down between her legs to stroke her folds that was coated with mingled fluids.

"Ten years I have longed and dreamt for this day, where I finally have you in my arms," she said, "Now that Daemon and I have you, we will never let you go," Rhaenyra stated possessively, as she cleans the cum off of Daenys with her tongue.

Suddenly Rhaenyra moaned feeling Daemon push his cock inside of her,, "I intend to satisfy both my wives tonight." his words held nothing but truth as the night was far from over.

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Few moons later

The sun dappled the courtyard, casting playful shadows as Daenys and Daemon engaged in a playful sword fight.

Daemon, ever the skilled warrior, moved with grace and precision, his blade flashing in the sunlight.

Daenys, on the other hand, seemed a bit distracted, her movements less fluid than usual. She was beginning to feel a strange weariness, a subtle shift in her body she couldn't quite explain.

"Careful, love," Daemon teased, parrying her strike. "You're getting sloppy."

Daenys rolled her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. "Don't underestimate me, Daemon," she retorted, feigning offense.

As the sparring continued, Daenys's movements grew slower, her breath becoming labored. She leaned against her sword, a tired sigh escaping her lips. Daemon, noticing her fatigue, lowered his sword.

"Perhaps we should call it a day," he suggested, a knowing smile on his face.

Just then, Rhaenyra entered the courtyard, her belly slightly swollen. She'd recently given birth to a son, Aegon, and was now expecting another child.

She smiled at the sight of the two sparring. "Looks like someone's a bit rusty," she teased.

Daenys rolled her eyes and kissed Rhaenyra tenderly. "I missed you," she whispered.

Rhaenyra smiled. "I missed you too." She glanced at Daemon, who placed a gentle hand on her growing belly.

"Our little one is growing," he murmured.

Rhaenyra smiled, her eyes filled with love. "Indeed," she replied, " Oh and before I forget, this one came for you," she said, handing Daenys a letter.

Daenys opened the letter and sighed.

"What is it?" Daemon asked, curious.

"Alicent and Viserys invited me to Aegon and Helena's wedding," Daenys replied, taking a deep breath.

When the news of the Wedding between Rhaenyra, Daemon, and Daenys spread across Westeros like rapid fire, King Viserys was angry but now it seems like he made peace with the union, atleast for the sake of his beloved little sister.

A/N: Sorry for the late update. I was crying over my mid-term exams in college.

Ohh- should we go and meet the Greens?👀

[anyca786]

"TEN YEARS CAN CHANGE EVERYTHING"

Daemon Targaryen x sister/aunt!Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen

WARNINGS: canon typical incest/targcest (brother & sister &niece) poly relationship, family drama.

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The moon cast an ethereal glow over the beach as Daenys stirred from her sleep. A warm hand touched her shoulder, rousing her from her slumber.

She opened her eyes to find Daemon standing beside her, "We need to go," he said, his voice low and urgent.

Daenys sat up, her heart pounding in her chest. "What's wrong?" reading his face, she asked.

"The guards are looking for us," Daemon replied.

"The children are in trouble." Rhaenyra said, who was already dressed up. Daenys scrambled to her feet, her mind racing. She pulled on her clothes, her movements hurried and clumsy. Daemon helped her zip up her dress, his hands gentle but firm.

"We need to hurry," Rhaenyra said, her voice filled with panic.

Daenys nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. Without a word, she followed Daemon and Rhaenyra as they hurried towards the castle, their footsteps imprinted on the beach.

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The doors open as Daenys and Rhaenyra wasted no time going over to their children, "Jace? Luke? Luke!" Rhaenyra's eyes darted to Luke's nose, as she examined it, "Show me, show me."

Rhaenys was consoling Baela and Rhaena wearing an expression of horror and mixed anger.

Daenys ushered for Baela and Rhaena to stand close making the girls quickly move into her nurturing embrace, looking wide-eyed and frightened, "Gods what happened? Who did this to you? I'll skin them alive." She turned her head to the people across the room and then her eyes stopped at where Alicent stood with Aemond.

'What happened - who did this?" Rhaenyra's eyes trained on the boys and Baela and Rhaena.

Daemon stood by the door observing the situation. He looked quite smug seeing the damage done to the boy, Aemond. His daughters sported only a few cuts, if anything he wasn't concerned much knowing Daenys would take care of it.

"They attacked me!"

"He attacked Baela!"

"He broke Luke's nose!"

All the children started arguing with one another.

"Enough..." the King's commands were deaf in people's ears until he raised his voice, "Enough -"

Alicent started to yell, "It should be my son telling the tale!"

'He called us -" Jace was about to finish his sentence when the King yelled "SILENCE!"

'He called us bastards!" Jace whispered to his mother

That was all Rhaenyra needed to hear. Rhaenyra stood tall holding Luke and Jace's hands, she could she Daenys fuming with anger, who couldn't help but pull Luke's curls back in a comforting manner and protective manner.

"Aemond, I will have the truth of what happened." Viserys walked over to his son, his cane echoed at each word, "Now."

"What else is there to hear," Alicent speaks up, wanting to defend her son. "Your son has been maimed. Her son is responsible,"' she tells the King and pointed toward Luke who was hiding between his mother and brother.

"It was a regrettable accident,"' Rhaenyra tells Alicent, who doesn't care because, in her point of view, it was punishment enough for calling her children bastards and giving a small injuries to Daemon's daughters as well.

"Accident?" Alicent scoffed, walking closer to Rhaenyra. "The Prince Lucerys brought a blade to an ambush. He meant to kill my son."

"Do you even hear yourself, Alicent?," Daenys voiced, seeing how frightened Lucaerys looked, "He's a child"

"It was my sons who were attacked and were forced to defend themselves," Rhaenyra stated, "Vile insults were levied against them,"

The King turned to his daughter with narrowed eyes, "What insults?"

"The legitimacy of my children's birth was put to question." Rhaenyra said.

"What?" the King asked, not wanting to think that Aemond would say such a thing to Rhaenyra's children.

"He called us bastards." The boy's said out loud.

The smirk plastered on Aemond's face was enough for Daenys, she look at Alicent knowing exactly where he had learned those words.

"My sons are in line to inherit the Iron Throne, Your Grace," Rhaenyra argued, "This is the highest of treasons. Prince Aemond must be sharply questioned so we might learn where he heard such slanders,'

"Over an insult?" Alicent asked fumingly and the King slowly made his way over to Aemond, "My son has lost an eye!"

"You tell me, boy," Where did you hear this lie?" the King asked.

"The insults were training yard bluster. The yard of boys was nothing." Alicent tries to hide it. Daenys' eyes met Daemon, who was throughly enjoying this mess.

"Aemond, I asked you a question." the King said sternly. He wanted to know who would say such vile things about his grandsons.

"Where is Ser Laenor, I wonder? the children's father? Perhaps he might have something to say in this matter," Alicent tries to move the King's attention away from Aemond to protect her precious boy.

'Yes, where is Ser Laenor?" the King questioned Rhaenyra.

"I do not know, Your Grace.. could not find sleep. I went out to walk." Rhaenyra lied, sharing a glance at Daenys.

"Entertaining his young squires, I would venture," Alicent said, trying to keep the attention off Aemond. Ser Criston Cole chuckled, which did not go unnoticed by Daenys.

"Aemond, Look at me," Viserys said to his son, "Your Kingdom earns an answer," Aemond looks at his mother, "Who spoke these lies to you?," he asked again.

"Everyone knows where those lies came from." Daenys spoke up once more this time making her side known, her eyes filled with sorrow and outrage.

Aemond looked at his Aunt Daenys, his father adored her a lot. Growing up he had heard tales of her beauty, fiercenes and strong will and determination.

Aemond bowed his head ashamed, 'It was Aegon.'" Aemond lied, not wanting the blame to fall on his mother.

"Me?" Aegon asked hurt that his brother threw him under the bus. He was terrified now that Aemond shifted the attention to him.

The King turned to his eldest son and walked as his cane allowed him to."And you boy? Where did you hear such calumnies?" Viserys questioned Aegon.

When Aegon did not answer he looked down at his feet, The last piece of patience left the frail man, "AEGON! tell me the truth about it!"

'We know, father. Everyone knows." Aegon answered looking at Rhaenyra and her children as she had held them close "Just look at them"

Indeed Rhaenyra's sons harbored no resemblance to their father Ser Laenor with their dark hair and brown eyes. Holding no resemblance to Targaryens either.

The people in the room went silent, Daenys heart was pounding. The majority knew the truth yet Viserys chooses to remain in denial.

"The interminable infighting must cease!" Viserys demands He was shouting at all those who were present, not only at his blood. To everyone else that had something to say. His face was exhausted like he was trying not to break down to tears, "All of you! We are a family! Now make your apologies and show goodwill to one another. Your father, your grandsire, your King demands it!"

"That is insufficient," Alicent argued, as Viserys made his way to leave, "Aemond has been damaged permanently, My King. Goodwill cannot make him whole," Alicent beseeched desperately.

"I know Alicent, but I cannot restore his eye," Viserys reasoned with his wife.

"No, because it has been taken," Alicent yells at the King wanting to draw blood in revenge.

"What would you have me do?" Viserys asked.

"There is a debt to be paid," Alicent tells him and looks straight at Rhaenyra, and then to her sons. "I shall have one of her children's eyes in return."

"The fuck you will" Daenys said this time, fuming with anger. She could feel Rhaenyra holding her robe for her to not go near Alicent.

"My dear wife,-" Viserys tried to get some sense into her head, but in vain, ""He is your son, Viserys. Your blood." Alicent tries to reason vulnerable.

"Do not..allow your temper to guide your judgment, Viserys said to alicent and tried to leave the room, closing the matter.

'If the King do not seek justice, then the Queen will, Alicent decides, and looks at Ser Criston. Their hatred for Princess Rhaenyra had grown over the years. "Ser Criston, bring me the eye of Lucerys Velaryon" she demanded.

"Mother!" Luke cries out again, moving closer behind Rhaenyra. Daenys wasted no time, handing her daughters to Rhaenys's protection and shielding Rhaenyra and her sons from the chaos.

"They can choose which eye they can keep and who will give it, a privilege that my son was not granted," Alicent told Ser Criston.

"You will do no such thing!" Viserys commanded.

"Stay your hand!" Ser Harrold commanded Ser Criston.

"No, you are sworn to me!" Alicent shouted at Ser Criston, waiting for him to strike,

"Do not move, Ser Criston," Daenys said.

"As your protector My Queen," Ser Criston corrected while looking conflicted, Ser Criston always had a liking of the Realm's Beauty.

Viserys once again tells her that it is over. "Anyone that questions Rhaenyra's children would have their tongues cut out."

"Thank you, Father," Rhaenyra said graciously and turned her back to check on her children, Daenys wiped the blood running down Luke's nose with her handkerchief.

Seeing that Rhaenyra won once again, Alicent saw red. Alicent briskly made her way over to the King and grabbed the blade attached to his hip. She made her way over straight at the Targaryen women.

Ser Harrold runs down the steps and past the King, as Cole tries move past the people and straight to Rhaenyra and her children. The screams of the children could be heard in the commotion.

Before Alicent could strike at Rhaenyra, Daenys stepped in front, just in time to grab ahold of her arm and keep the dagger from inflicting harm on her niece, her lover.

"Daenys!" It was the sound of Daemon trying to make his way over. "Daenys!" Rhaenyra panicked, trying to steady her by holding her waist protectively.

'-Alicent stop this madness, before it goes too far,"Daenys said, struggling to hold her back. She could feel Rhaenyra's hands on her hips trying to steady her fall.

Daemon stopped Ser Criston from getting into the circle.

Alicent snarled seeing Rhaenyra's head over Daenys's shoulder, "You've gone too far!" Rhaenyra snapped at her.

"I-" Alicent answered in distress, "Alicent do not do this," Daenys said trying to keep her away from Rhaenyra.

Ignoring Daenys, Alicent spoke to Rhaenyra, "What have I done, of what was expected of me. Forever upholding the kingdom, the family, the law, while you ......." Daenys vision was getting blurry and sounds become muffled.

"But now they see you as you are", Daenys heard Rhaenyra clear, Alicent squeezed Daenys's shoulder causing her to yell out in pain, "How could you defend her?"

Daenys lets out a breath and stared deep into her forest eyes. "I scarcely even recognize you now, Alicent" she bit back. "You're turning into your father.'" Her eyes wandered to Otto. The words stab her deeply and Alicent let out a frustrated scream.

"Release the blade Alicent!" Otto ordered his daughter.

"Get the fuck away!" Daemon fought through, slightly panicked. Alicent pushed all her body weight and brought the blade down, slashing down at her collar bone area, close to her throat.

"No!" Rhaenyra screamed, trying to take the dagger away from Alicent but in the process, slicing her own wrist.

Drops of warm blood hit the stone floors. The Valyrian blade lodged deep into their porcelain skin. Shock settled into the room.

"I..' Alicent tried to speak but Daenys stepped back into Daemon's arms.

Rhaenyra thought Alicent wasn't capable of murder. She remembered the conversations on the beach she had with Daemon, when Daenys was asleep.Perhaps the Queen was capable of it. All these years was enough to change a person.

Viserys stood beside Alicent, who stood frozen and stared at the blade that has fallen from her grip.

Lord Corlys had caught Rhaenyra's shoulder who panicked more on seeing Daenys vulnerable.

"Stay with me- It's okay Look at me-" Daemon said calmly with a hint of anxiousness, when he saw her eyes closing slowly.

"Nyra, Daem-" she tried but darkness consumedand she falls in Daemon's arms.

It was as if the whole room was divided.Aemond had made his way over from his chair, " Do not mourn me, mother. It was a fair exchange. I may have lost an eye..but I gained a dragon."

Criston went to Alicent's side and picked up the knife. He seemed to have also been staring at both the wounded Princess speechless. Hoping Princess Daenys was alright.

Daemon lifted her off the floor and carried her out of the room. Rhaenys, Baela, and Rhaena followed after.

Alicent impulsively attempted to go after Daenys. She did not meant for her to get hurt in this, but she was stopped by Daemon,"You and your children caused enough trouble tonight," Daemon sneered at her and Alicent's children, "Nearly stealing away her life. Hope you satisfied with your debt" He said as he walked away with Daenys in his arms.

One by one Viserys watched his family leave and felt his heart break over again seeing his family in shambles all because of Alicent.

"Your son has disrespected the House Velaryon -my daughter who has been put to rest! Your wife who chose to inflict harm on your own daughter and sister. Pack up your things and once the sun is up you will leave Driftmark. You will not be welcome with your family anymore." Corlys roared infuriated and fed up with the amount of insolence his family had faced.

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Daenys was resting in her bed chambers with Daemon holding her hand. Viserys, Rhaenys, Baela and Rhaena were right there when she woke up.

Viserys almost cried again seeing his beloved younger sister awake and was relieved. He pressed a kiss on her forehead and apologized for Alicent's behavior. He wanted to stay longer but the frail man still needed to deal with the actions of his wife and try to make amends with Lord Corlys.

"Thank the Gods, that the dagger did not puncture deeply into the flesh, otherwise... things would have gone differently," The Maester said as he examined the wound. "A small few stitches and proper rest will do,"

Daemon kissed her temple, "Anything else?" He asked the Maester. The Maester smiled and said, "Just take care of her, my Prince," and left.

Rhaenys who was pacing back and forth in the room sighed in relief. Baela and Rhaena were patched up by another Maester for the small cuts and bruises.

Daenys groaned in pain as the milk of the poppy was starting to wear off.

Baela peered up "Are you in pain, Muña?"

Daemon was slightly taken back hearing his daughters refer Daenys as their mother for the first time.

'I'Il be all well, it doesn't hurt much." Daenys sat up slowly with the help of Daemon. "You forget that I've had far worst injures than this before,"

Rhaena shook her head in guilt, "It's our fault that you got hurt."

"Oh my sweet girls, do not blame yourselves for this," Daenys said with compassion and opened her arms for them. The girls carefully climbed up the bed and enveloped her into a hug. The sight made Daemon's heart melt.

The doors of her bed chambers opened, as Rhaenyra peaked inside,"Come in, Rhaenyra" Daenys said with a smile. Rhaneys left and the girls bid their goodbye by giving both Daemon and Daenys kisses on their cheeks.

Once the doors shut Rhaenyra focused her attention on the most beautiful Targaryen woman sitting underneath the duvet covers. She looked more pale and it was most likely due to the blood loss. Guilt ran through Rhaenyra's body. It was all her fault, she thought.

She immediately rushed to her side and let out a soft gasp as tears fell from her porcelain cheeks, "I'm so sorry, my love-this shouldn't have happened to you. This is my fault,"

"Rhaenyra, I'm well. Just a little light headed due to the milk and poppy." Daenys clasped her hand gently to calm her down.

Daemon cupped her face in his hands to stare at her before sighing in relief, then pulled her into his embrace, "I'm happy that you stood up for Rhaenyra but your carelessness could have gotten you killed, my love"

"I did not expect her to be like this. Alicent has never been like this. She was such a sweet girl," Daenys said, her voice muffled as she was still in Daemon's embrace. She remembered the days when the three girls would sit and gossip about anything and everything, the fun they had and the bond they shared back when they all were younger.

"Ten years can change everything," Daemon said.

Suddenly Daenys groaned in pain.

"Did I hurt you? Are you in pain?," Daemon asked this time, sitting on the side of her bed.

"No, it's just that the milk of the poppy is wearing off," she said. She looked at Rhaenyra's bandaged wrist and asked, "How is your wrist, my love?"

"Had a few stitches. The Maester said it will be heal sooner than yours," Rhaenyra said. Daenys smiled at her niece. How she had grown and now a mother of three.

"Come sit," she gestures Rhaenyra to sit on the other side of the bed. Rhaenyra smiled and happily compiled.

"Enough about me, I want to know about yor life, these past years," Rhaenyra smiled when Daenys cuddled to her side, "How is little Joffrey?" Daenys asked her.

For the first time, Rhaenyra wore a genuine smile, as Daenys cuddled at her side and Daemon retells them the stories of his travels. A family she always wanted, she thought.

As they continue to tell stories about their children and more, Daenys eyes began to slowly get heavy due to exhaustion. Within a few minutes, light snores escaped her mouth.

Both Daemon and Daenys smiled at the sight of their beloved. Daemon gently helped her into a more comfortable position. As Daenys was asleep, Rhaenyra spoke to Daemon, "We need to talk,"

Daemon and Rhaenyra carefully closed the doors of Daenys's bed chambers and walked out towards the terrace. They stood there admiring the vast sea. The sea winds running through their silver hair, the smell of salt and sea familiar to both.

"I need you, Uncle," Rhaenyra broke the silence, Daemon didn't say anything but just stared at the horizon. "I need you both," this time he looks at her face.

"I cannot face the Greens alone," she spoke in High Valyrian, "Let us bind our blood, Just as Aegon the Conqueror and his sisters"

"With you as my husband, my King Consort and Daenys as our wife, Queen Consort, my claim would not be so easily challenged,"

Daemon stares at her, "The Velaryons are the sea. But you, Daenys and I are are made of fire," Daemon turns and takes a seat on the wall of the terrace.

"We have always meant to be burned together," She continued. Finally Daemon spoke," We could not marry unless Laenor was dead,"

Rhaenyra stood silent for a moment," I know," she said. Their eyes exchanged a knowing look.

A/N- Filler chapter. Family drama. Wedding bells ringing soon.

Quick question- Would you like a daughter or son for Daenys?

[anyca786]

"I WANT YOU BOTH"

Daemon Targaryen x sister/aunt!Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen

WARNINGS: canon typical incest/targcest (brother & sister &niece) poly!(smut warning, p in v, fingering, face riding etc)

Series

The wind whipped through Daenys' hair as she soared through the sky atop Nyx, the majestic black dragon. Below her, the landscape of Pentos stretched out like a patchwork quilt, its colours a vibrant tapestry of green and gold.

Beside her, Laena rode Vaghar, the largest dragon, her laughter carried on the wind. The two young princesses had always shared a special bond, their adventurous spirits and rebellious natures drawing them together.

"Race you to home!" Laena shouted, her voice filled with excitement.

"You're on!" Daenys replied, urging Nyx forward.

The dragons ascended, their wings beating the air with powerful strokes. They raced across the sky, their scales glinting in the sunlight. Daenys could feel the exhilaration coursing through her veins as Nyx soared higher and higher.

"I'm winning!" Laena shouted, her voice filled with triumph.

But Daenys was not about to give up. She urged Nyx on, her determination fueling the dragon's flight. They closed the gap between them, their wings brushing against each other as they soared side by side.

"Not fair!" Laena protested, her laughter ringing out.

"It's not fair if you don't try harder," Daenys retorted, her own laughter joining Laena's.

They flew for hours, their joy unbounded. They explored the horizon and chased flocks of seabirds. The world was theirs for the taking, and they were determined to make the most of it.

As the sun began its descent, casting long shadows across the land, Daenys and Laena decided it was time to return.

"That was amazing," Laena said, her voice filled with wonder.

"It was," Daenys agreed. "The best day ever."

They landed in the Dragonpit. Daenys and Laena knew that their friendship would last a lifetime. They were bound by a bond that transcended words, norms, or customs.

Now, as she stood at Laena's funeral, the weight of her loss settled heavily upon her. A single tear escaped her eye as she watched Laena's casket being lowered into the ground. People gathered around, their faces etched with sadness. Daemon was nowhere to be seen.

Alicent Hightower, with Ser Criston beside her, her eyes filled with a mixture of pity and contempt, observed Daenys from across the crowd. Daenys met her gaze, offering a sad smile.

Daenys continued her search, her eyes finally landing on Daemon. He stood alone at one side of the terrace, his gaze fixed on the horizon. She walked towards him, her heart aching. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice soft as if she was asking that to herself.

Daemon turned to face her, his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and resignation. He just nodded slowly.

Daenys gave him a small hug, and Daemon placed a comforting kiss on her temple. From the corner of her eye, she saw Rhaenys. "I'll be back," she told Daemon and went to Rhaenys, who was crying on her husband's arms.

Daenys approached Rhaenys, then she enveloped her into a hug, her eyes filled with tears. "Laena may not be with us anymore, but she still lives on," she said, her voice trembling. "Baela and Rhaena are all that is left of her, and they need us now more than ever."

Rhaenys nodded. Daenys heart ached for the girls. She had always considered them her own, and she knew they would need her support now more than ever.

On a nearby bench, Baela and Rhaena sat with a young boy, Jace Velaryon, the eldest son of Rhaenyra and Laenor. The boy was trying his best to cheer up the girls, who were still mourning their mother's loss.

"I see that they're getting along quickly," a voice said behind her. Daenys turned to see Rhaenyra, her eyes wide with surprise.

"Rhaenyra?" she stammered, her voice trembling.

Rhaenyra approached her, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions. "Daenys," she said softly, her voice filled with longing.

Daenys felt a wave of emotion wash over her. Ten years had passed since she had last seen Rhaenyra, and the distance between them had grown insurmountable, yet there was still hope in their eyes.

"I see that you are well," Rhaenyra said, her voice filled with a hint of wistfulness. "And the children seem to be getting along."

Daenys nodded, her eyes fixed on the children. She was grateful to see that they were finding solace in each other's company. Then Daenys mournfully stared at the wooden coffin and understood that once it fell into the sea, she'd be gone forever.

"She did not deserve this.' Rhaenyra sighed, eyes a bit red from last night. She had cried to sleep mourning over Laena and Ser Harwin.

"Laena wouldn't want us to be sad forever. She was always such a happy girl," Daenys let out a sad laugh.

Rhaenyra leaned forward, closing the gap, "I-" Daenys tried to speak, but before anything could, someone announced that Laena's funeral was about to begin.

Daemon was observing them from afar.

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"We join today at the seat of the sea," Vaemond Velaryon began as Laena's coffin was about to set free in the sea.

"To commit the Lady Laena of House Velaryon, as she sets to the sea for her final voyage," he continues. Daenys head hung low as she stood beside Daemon.

"To eternal waters, the domination of the merling king..."

Daemon heart ached hearing the sobs of Daenys. As he looked towards Rhaenyra, he knew she felt the same.

"The Lady Laena leaves two true-born daughters on the shore. Though their mother won't return from her voyage, they will all remain together in blood," Vaemond continues.

"Salt courses through Velaryon blood," he eyed towards Rhaenyra and her sons bitterly, which did not go unnoticed by Daemon and Daenys.

"Ours runs thick, ours runs true, and ours must never thin," Some people started staring at Rhaenyra and her sons.

Daemon let's out a chuckle at this, and Daenys knew him to well to know that he did that to divert everyone's attention from Rhaenyra and her sons.

As the coffin gets set free in the sea, Vaemond continues, "My gentle niece, May the winds be as strong as your back , your seas as calm as your spirit, and your net be full as your heart"

Daenys raised her head after wiping a few tears, she saw Laenor totally broken, " From the sea we came, to the sea we shall return,"

Then they finally drop Laena's coffin to the sea.

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The ceremony would have been more beautiful if it wasn't for the way Vaemond used it as an opportunity to taunt Rhaenyra and her sons.

Daemon and Daenys stood afar from others in the corner of the terrace together. Rhaenyra's eyes scanned them as Daenys held his hand for comfort. She felt a tinged of jealousy seeing them together, together without her.

Viserys saw his siblings at walked towards them, "You're girls are the very image of their mother. A comfort and an anguish, as I well remember," he said.

Viserys then looks at Daenys, tears in his eyes seeing her all grown up, a caring motherly figure to Daemon's daughter. A strong woman, "I'm so proud of you, I missed your presence dearly...and no doubt Rhaenyra has as well. She may not show it." He said,"But she cares"

Daenys eyes met Rhaenyra's on the other side of the crowd, she offered her a small smile which was returned instantly.

"The God's can be cruel Daemon," Viserys said.

"Seems like they have been specially cruel to you," Daemon replied. "Yes" Viserys replied with sadness in his voice.

Daenys stared at her brother's face. His health has deteriorated badly over the years.

"You both should return to King's Landing. It's time that you came home," Viserys said hopefully.

"Pentos is our home," Daenys replied, "And that of our children,"

"Daenys, Daemon." Viserys pressed, "I know that we have had our differences, but let them pass with the years. There is a place for you in my court that something you should need,"

"I need nothing," Daemon said, gritting his teeth as he walked away from Viserys.

Rhaenyra watched the whole interaction and followed Daemon were he went.

"I should go back to the children," Daenys said, awkwardly leaving Viserys alone.

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The wind whipped Daenys' hair as she stood at the edge of the beach, her gaze fixed on the endless expanse of the ocean. The sky was darkening, casting long shadows across the sand. The salty air filled her lungs, a familiar and comforting scent.

Lost in her thoughts, Daenys was startled by the sound of voices approaching. She turned to see Daemon and Rhaenyra walking towards her, their conversation punctuated by heated exchanges.

"I have been alone, you both have abundant me," Rhaenyra complained as Daenys walked towards the couple.

"We- I spared you," Daemon said, "You were a child,"

"Yes," Rhaenyra said, "Yes, I was a child, and look at what my life had became without you," she said to them.

"Droll tragedy," she scoffed, Daenys tried to grab her hand, but she walked away, but not before Daemon could grab her arm aggressively, "Oh and I wonder what you think of ours in comparison," He said.

"I know little of it," she said, "Did you love her?" She asked them, as she tenderly cupped Daenys face with both hands while Daenys voluntarily held her waist and looked at her wide-eyed and in question.

"We were happy enough," Daenys replied her voice soft.

"Well, that itself is a great achievement," Rhaenyra said as Daenys hung her head low, "We've been apart long enough. You and I," she then turns to Daemon, "We are meant to be together,"

They all stood in silence for a moment, and Daemon stared at Rhaenyra. Even though his heart had always firmly belonged to Daenys, he still had a special place for Rhaenyra in it.

Rhaenyra leans forward towards Daenys, "Rhaenyra," Daenys said, her voice shaky. Rhaenyra moved forward and took her lips feverishly, tasting the familiar berry taste she had longed for many years since their night in the Brothel and in her bed chambers.

Daenys let out a noise of surprise, and her eyes tiredly shut and kissed her back, her hands roaming up and down her body, not breaking the heated kiss. Rhaenyra then looked towards Daemon, "I'm no longer a child," she said as she kissed him as well, passionately.

"I want you," she said. "I want you both"

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They both watch hungrily as Rhaenyra reached behind and unclasp her dress. It falls to the sandy ground.

"Rhaenyra," Daemon said in a low voice, cutting through the silence. "Come here,"

She did. She walked over to him. Daemon and Rhaenyra were settled in the small area under a wrecked ship remains. He takes Daenys in his lap, "Tonight, we're going to give you everything you want," he murmurs, gripping her thigh, "And more."

Daenys glance at them. "We?" She asked, almost hopefully.

Rhaenyra nods and kisses her gently, "If that is what you want," she said in a low voice and started undressing her sea blue gown. Small lightning bolts shoots up her thighs that go straight to her core and set it alight.

"Yes, " she whispered.

"You will have to do better than that," Daemon said. He cups her face and then kisses her bare shoulders.

"I want it." Daenys said. That made him smile.

Daenys's eyes flutter shut as Rhaenyra presses her lips to her neck, and Daemon's hand tightens on her thigh in response to her whimpers. Both of them caress up and down her legs, and her body and small whimpers escape her mouth.

"You have no idea how long I have wanted you to be mine," Rhaenyra said.

Daenys lean into Daemon. His lips are soft and warm against her mouth, sending goosebumps across her skin as Rhaenyra's hands roam higher. Wetness pools between her thighs. Breaking the kiss from Daemon, she arched her back against Rhaenyra, barely remembering to breathe.

Daenys guided Rhaenyra's hand between her legs, pausing at the barrier of her delicate undercloth. Rhaenyra groans deeply into her ear, and tingles erupt all over her body.

Daenys's mouth drops open as Rhaenyra starts stroking her through the thin fabric of her undercloth. She clenched in response, whimpering. Rhaenyra's fingers find her clit through the fabric. But before she could barely let out a gasp, she grasps her undercloth and rips it free.

Daemon's hand finds her throat, forcing her to look at him as their niece's hand spreads her wide, and then finds her clit once more.

'Look how good it feels," Rhaenyra said. "You've been keeping this all to yourself, uncle?"

'Can't fucking blame me," Daemon answers as he takes Daenys' nipple between his fingers, tugging and playing with it.

Daenys quivered in Daemon's lap. It was like she was already getting off from the excitement alone. Desperate, she hook her thumbs beneath Daemon's pants. She frees his hard cock and wrapped her hand around him, before taking the rest of him in her mouth.

For every flick Rhaenyra gives against Daenys's clit, she pulled back on Daemon's cock. He nestles a hand in her hair and groans, leaning back as his sister takes him.

A drop of precum leaks onto her tongue, and she glances up at him beneath my eyelashes with a flirty smile that soon turned into a frown as Rhaenyra stops playing with her clit. Daenys released a frustrated whine.

"Shh-It's alright, my love," Daemon hushes her. "She's not going to stop." Rhaenyra finger thrusts inside of her. Daenys's walls were already tightening around her long fingers fucking her, and then she pulls out and adds another, Daenys couldn't help but moan loudly, squirming against her touch, still sucking on Daemon's cock until she can't take him any longer.

Her hips buck as she grinds against Rhaenyra's hand. Daemon pulled himself free. Daenys's brows draw together as she glanced up at him, eyes struggling to focus.

"Come for us," he says, pumping his cock with his hand. Daenys leans her head back against Rhaenyra, who fasten her pace with her long fingers.

Orgasm claimed her so intensely that it almost made her cry. But Rhaenyra is not finished. And neither is Daemon.

Still trembling from pleasure, Daenys saw Daemon laying Rhaenyra down next to her. Hunger filled Daenys's eyes.

"Sit on my face," Rhaenyra asked boldly.

Daenys positions her clit aligned to her mouth. She moans when Rhaenyra places soft kisses on her lips below.

Daemon looked at Daenys, as if asking her permission.

"You fuck her," Daenys said. "She was such a good girl pleasing me, so well."

Daemon positions himself to Rhaenyra's entrance and without any warning thrusts inside of her, making Rhaenyra a whimpering mess. Rhaenyra continues to lick and suck Daenys clit as she rides her face and massages her breast.

'She's a good girl,' Daemon praises Rhaenyra, gripping her hips tightly. "Aren't you?"

"Such a fucking good girl," Daenys groaned as Rhaenyra worked with her tongue. Orgasm hits them all, as Daenys comes once more, straight into Rhaenyra's face.

Daemon pulls out of Rhaenyra. He stand up and places his cock in front of Daenys face, "Open," he ordered. Daenys complied and opens her mouth as he shoots cum into the back of her throat. She swallowed it down.

Daenys carefully gets off Rhaenyra face and lays beside her, her eyelids heavy. Rhaenyra wrapped her arm around her bare body as Daemon tucked a few wet strangs of her hair behind her ear. Soon, sleep claimed her, not before hearing

"I love you, Daenys,"

A/N: Okay, not the best smut. I tried. Please forgive me😓

[anyca786]

"DOES ANYBODY TRULY EVEN KNOW DAEMON TARGARYEN? "

Daemon Targaryen x sister!Targaryen (eventually Daemon Targaryen x sister/aunt!Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen) + (short Daemon Targaryen x sister/aunt! Targaryen x Laena Velaryon)

Warmings: contains incest/ targcest,mature themes and contents, explict language, violence, blood/gore, death, child birth)

Here's the series

Daenys stood before her full-length mirror, her reflection a vision of elegance. She wore a gown of black and red, the colors of her House, the fabric cascading down her curves in a graceful sweep. The off-the-shoulder neckline revealed the full beauty of her breasts, and her long, silver hair flowed freely down her back.

As she struggled to fasten the intricate clasp of her necklace, Daemon's voice broke through her concentration. "I could devour you right here," he said, his voice low and husky.

Daenys turned to face him, a blush creeping across her cheeks. Daemon leaned against the doorframe, his eyes raking over her body with undisguised admiration.

"You look heavenly," he murmured, his voice filled with longing. He stepped forward, taking the necklace from her hands. Gently, he brushed her hair away from her shoulders and kissed the nape of her neck. Their eyes met in the mirror, a silent conversation passing between them.

"Thank you, my love," Daenys replied, her voice soft.

Daemon smiled, his eyes filled with love. He helped her fasten the necklace and then pressed his forehead against hers. "We should get going," he said, his voice filled with anticipation. He gave her a tender kiss on the forehead.

Together, they descended to the Dragonpit, where Nyx and Caraxes were already saddled and ready to go. Caraxes let out a joyful roar as he sensed his rider's presence, his tail thrashing excitedly.

Daemon approached Caraxes while Daenys went to Nyx. The dragon nuzzled her gently, and Daenys let out a giggle.

"How are you, my girl?" she asked, her voice filled with love. "You're going to meet Syrax soon," she added, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Daemon mounted Caraxes, and Daenys climbed onto Nyx. With a thunderous roar, the dragons took to the sky, their wings beating the air as they soared towards King's Landing. Daenys felt a surge of exhilaration as the wind whipped through her hair. She knew that tonight would be a night to remember.

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They weren't exactly late but not on time either. The grand hall of King's Landing was abuzz with anticipation as the wedding ceremony of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Laenor Velaryon. The guests, a glittering array of nobility, were seated at long tables, their eyes fixed on the newly to be wed couple.

A hush fell over the crowd as two figures make their way down the stairs of the hall. The guests gasped in surprise as they recognized the familiar faces of Princess Daenys and Prince Daemon. Their unexpected arrival had sent a ripple of shock through the room.

Daenys walked towards the table where King Viserys, Rhaenyra, Laenor, and their families were seated. Her head held high, she exuded an air of confidence and defiance. Daemon followed closely behind, his mischievous grin suggesting that he relished the chaos he had caused.

Viserys, unsure how to react, stared at the couple in disbelief. Daemon returned his gaze, his smirk widening. After a moment of hesitation, Viserys ordered chairs to be placed for them. Daemon and Daenys took their seats.

Daenys's eyes met Rhaenyra's, and it felt like the world had stopped. Like It was just them in the room and no one else. Rhaenyra's eyes stared longingly at Daenys, her eyes gleaming with the love she still held for her aunt, and it made Daenys's heart clench.

She was the first to look away, but when she did, she finally took note of Laena, her niece she looked beautiful and grown. She offered a smile at her niece, who happily smiled back.

Viserys finally begins his speech, and Daenys turned to Daemon, who was staring at her with those puppy eyes but, the whole time, Daenys's eyes fell on Rhaenyra and found the Heir looking right back at her in despair.

Rhaenyra blinked back the tears and gave her a small nod as Daenys gave her a hint of a smile. Daemon seemed mildly annoyed at how Rhaenyra and Daenys seemed to be ignoring him.

Their eyes never sway away from one another until the double doors open. The welcoming dinner was interrupted by Alicent's sudden appearance. She was dressed in an emerald green dress, the colour of the Hightowers. Once again, murmurs filled the room. While Oldtown stood up along with some houses that seemed to show signs of respect as she walked by and toward her seat beside the King, her husband.

Daenys's eyes were wide-eyed in absolute amazement. A part of her felt angry, and as for Rhaenyra, she was silently watching coldly at her former friend and sipped her wine while rolling her eyes.

Daemon's face held ridden rage at Alicent, almost amused by her move of wearing green to show that she was somewhat declaring war.

Everyone stood up for Alicent except for Daemon and Daenys. Alicent came over and kissed Viserys on the cheek before turning to Rhaenyra, plastering a fake smile "Congratulations stepdaughter. What a blessing this is for you." And glared at Daenys and Daemon.

Viserys continued his speech once more, and soon, the wedding switched over to the dance between Rhaenyra and Laenor. Daeny's couldn't help but admire the beautiful performance. Rhaenyra was absolutely amazing in her white dress and couldn't help but picture herself standing in Laenor's place.

After their dance, Daenys noticed a pair of eyes looking at her across the table. "Dance with me, Auntie?" Laena, got up from her seat and held out her hand.

Daemon's face turns bitter, "Tough luck, brother. Daenys has many admirers. You should know that by now." Corlys stated. Daemon scoffed and ignored her. He stood up and joined the floor, leaving the three sitting there with the King's company along with his hand.

"Thank you for that. I thought I was going to die from all those staring," Daenys huffed in relief, yet a slight squeal escaped her throat when Laena brought her close by the waist.

"I thought I'd save you from childish men and my jealous cousin. She looks ready to claw at my face out, " she said, earning a laugh from Daenys.

They switched partners,and now Laena was dancing with Daemon, "Has anyone ever told you that you're nearly as pretty as your aunt Daenys?" Daemon asked her.

"Mm..well, you flatter you, my Prince," Laena replied as they spin, "But truly no one matches the beauty of Daenys Targaryen"

Daemon hummed in agreement, "I'm sorry to hear about your lady life," Laena added.

"Don't, I wasn't.. The lady was never kind to me," Daemon replied as they continue to dance together.

"You're a Targaryen Prince, a dashing Knight and a dragon rider ," Laena tried to press her luck with the Targaryen Prince, "You appear to be every young maiden's dream,"

"That's simply because you just don't know me yet," He replied.

"Does anybody truly even know Daemon Targaryen?," Laena pressed, Daemon didn't reply, but deep down, he knew only his little sister, his Daenys, knew him all too well.

"Perhaps, that is something we might remedy, my Prince," Laena said. A little smirked played on his face as he admired her courage and boldness.

"Perhaps it is," he said before switching partners.

Daenys began her dance with Ser Harwin Strong. They looked quite adorable with their height difference. He lifted her and spun her around, earning a round of laughter.

Meanwhile, Daemon and Rhaenyra have snuck through the back of the crowd, speaking in High Valyrian.

"Is this what you want?" Daemon asked.

"| was not aware what I wanted mattered to you -" Rhaenyra spoke fiercely.

"- This is not for you," Daemon interrupted. "Laenor is a good man. But he will bore you senseless. Any other man for Daenys will only hold her back from her true potential. No one can tame our beloved Daenys. Her flames are something that can not be established. She wants you. She wants us"

Rhaenyra scoffed at him, "Marriage is only a political arrangement I hear. You both had no problem leaving me"

"And yet you did the same,"Daemon argued. "Mine was recently dissolved."

'So take us then,"Rhaenyra held her head up high, "Has this not been your purpose? I am not yet married, and Daenys isn't either. But the hours and days pass swiftly. You are surely armed."

By now, two Targaryen were standing close to one another, 'Cut through my father's Kingsguard. Take Daenys and I to Dragonstone and make us your wives. Marry me for duty, and you and I will marry Daenys out of love."

Daemon's eyes darkened at her words. A feeling of shock, pride, and hunger clouded his vision and cupped Rhaenyra's face, pulling her closer. He would marry Daenys in a heartbeat. His eyes scanned the crowd for her and found her dancing together with Joffery Lonmouth.

"You must be the lucky man that Laenor loves so much," Daenys said, earning a cheeky smile from the Lonmouth.

"This must not be easy for you," she whispered with a sad smile. "I love him." He said.

'The things we do for the people we love." She sighed wistfully. "If only the realm was a better place.'"

Criston's fists clenched at the sight, and there was a brewing hatred building up at Joffrey. He was feeling guilty and felt pressured to keep secrets about Rhaenyra and his unrequited feelings for Princess Daenys.

Joffrey and Daenys were laughing about something when, out of nowhere, Ser Criston stormed over and attacked Joffrey. "Ser Criston!" Daenys yelled as she was shoved amid the crowd.

The screams of women filled the air as grunts and clashes of metal were heard. Fear struck her when she noticed Joffrey crying out, "Joffrey?" she choked out. Just like that, Daenys tried shoving people away to get back to where Joffrey was being brutally beaten by Criston, "JOFFREY!"

King Viserys and Lord Corlys were scanning the crowd looking for their children, and Daenys, "Where are Rhaenyra and Daenys?" The King exclaimed, trying to look for both his daughter and sister.

"Find them!" Rhaenys screamed, in fear that her daughter, niece, and cousin were in some kind of harm.

Meanwhile, Ser Harwin had already begun his search for the two, along with Daemon through the crowd.

Laenor tried to intervene to help his lover, but Criston punched him, sending him back.

"Daemon!" Daenys cried out this time, and Daemon sighed in relief when he saw her. He continued to shove and hit people that were in his way. The man was relieved to see her unharmed.

Harwin also seemed to arrive as well, already taking Rhaenyra over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Let go of me!" Rhaenyra protested, hitting her smallfists on his back like a child.

Daemon hurriedly carried Daenys away from the fight before she could manage to speak, shielding her away from the violent crowd.

The sight of Rhaenyra and Daenys being right was enough for King Viserys to sigh in relief despite being weak and sick. Suddenly, it felt like everything had stopped. Some had left while others tried to look away from the gruesome scene of Ser Criston punching Joffrey repeatedly in the face until he was no longer responsive.

Once he got up, he looked at himself, scared at what he had just done. Daemon had tried to shield her eyes, but Daenys only pushed his hand away. The crowd had been dispersed by King Viserys.

Her heart dropped, seeing Laenor on his knees cradling Joffrey's body, sobbing vigorously.

Daenys realized one thing and that Kings landing would never be the same again, "Com'on let us go," Daemon told her and grabbed her hand.

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10 years later...

Daenys sat at a small table in the library, a book open before her. She watched as Daemon patiently guided one of his twin daughters, Baela, through the intricacies of High Valyrian.

It was a sight that warmed her heart. Daemon, once a man of war and intrigue, had transformed into a devoted father.

Daenys had been the one to encourage him to marry Laena, their niece. And now, Daemon was blessed with heirs of his own, with a third child on the way. Daenys loved this side of him, this gentle and nurturing aspect that she had never seen before.

"I can't read it fluently," Baela complained, her small face scrunching up in frustration.

"Well, you're doing much better than I was at your age," Daenys assured her, offering a reassuring smile.

Daenys and Daemon's relationship was a complex one, a love that defied societal norms. Daemon truly loved Daenys, and Laena, while aware of their bond, did not begrudge them their affection. She understood that Daemon's heart belonged to Daenys, and she was content to share him with her.

Daemon fulfilled his marital duties with Laena, respecting her and caring for her, Laena was wild and shared the blood of the dragon like both of them, but his heart remained firmly with Daenys.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed through the library. Laena, her pregnancy now quite pronounced, ascended the stairs. Her face was flushed, and a hint of annoyance flickered in her eyes.

Baela gave Daemon a quick kiss on the cheek before turning to Daenys and offering a similar affection, and then leaving.

Laena and Daenys exchanged a knowing glance. Daenys stood up from the table, a gentle smile playing on her lips. "I should go and check on Rhaena," she said, her voice soft.

Laena nodded, her expression softening. Daenys patted her shoulder reassuringly before descending the stairs.

As Daenys reached the bottom of the stairs, she could hear the faint sound of raised voices coming from the library. She sighed and turned back towards Rhaena's chamber, her heart heavy with concern.

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Days had passed since the news that Rhaenyra had delivered another son. Daemon, unable to contain his jealousy, had mocked the boy's non existening resemblance to Laenor, suggesting that perhaps the child's true father was a certain Commander of the City Watch.

Daenys had sensed the bitterness in his voice as Daemon had seen the sadness that lingered in her eyes. They knew each other too well, and she could read the emotions that he tried to hide.

Now, as Laena struggled to give birth to her third child, Daenys paced nervously outside the birthing room. She bit her nails, her anxiety growing with each passing moment. Daemon stood beside her, his face etched with worry.

"Don't do that," he said, swatting her hand away from her mouth. Daenys had never been comfortable with the concept of childbirth. Her own mother had died during childbirth, and her sister-in-law had suffered a similar fate.

As Laena's screams grew louder, Daemon's concern intensified. The maester finally emerged from the room, his face grave. "I'm sorry, my Prince, but we're not sure that the Princess or the babe will survive this," he said, his voice filled with sorrow.

Tears streamed down Daenys' cheeks. "Save the Princess," Daemon replied, his voice firm.

The next thing Daenys remembered was a blur of tears and a chaotic scene. Daemon was chasing after Laena, who had escaped from the birthing room.

They followed her outside, where Laena stood before Vhagar, her dragon. She raised her head, her voice filled with desperation and pain. "Dracarys!" she commanded, her eyes filled with pain and suffering.

Vhagar, however, refused to obey. Daenys ran towards Laena, her heart pounding in her chest. But before she could reach her, Vhagar, sensing the pain and despair in Laena's voice, finally complied.

A blinding flash of fire engulfed Laena, and she fell to the ground, lifeless.

Daemon's eyes widened in disbelief. "No," he muttered, his voice barely a whisper. Daenys knelt down on the ground, her tears flowing freely. Once again, she had lost someone close to her to childbirth.

A/N: Man, the Targaryen Family tree is indeed a circle. Can't keep up with the Targaryens.

Also, not Daemon picking up nieces and sisters to marry💀

RIP Laena, ily.

(Started writing at 3am, now it's about 5:30 am💀)

[anyca786]

"WED HER TO ME"

Daemon Targaryen x sister/aunt! Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen

WARNINGS: Canon typical incest/targcest (brother and sister) kissing, smut warning: p in v, d*ck riding, dirty talking, etc)

Here's the series

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the brothel chamber. Daenys stirred, her eyelids fluttering open. She found herself nestled in Daemon's embrace, his strong arms wrapped around her.

The silk sheets, barely covering her breast, lay draped across her torso. Daemon, who had awakened slightly earlier, watched her with a tender smile. He reached out, gently brushing a stray strand of silver hair from her face. His heart swelled with a sense of contentment as he took in the sight of his sister.

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. Daenys stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She smiled, her heart melting at the sight of Daemon. She reached up, her fingers tracing the lines of his face. "Good morrow," she whispered, her voice husky with sleep.

But before Daemon could respond, a loud knock echoed through the chamber. The door burst open, revealing a group of King's guards.

Daemon's expression hardened as he quickly pulled the sheets over Daenys, shielding her from their gaze. "Get out!" he roared, his voice filled with anger. "The Princess is indecent."

The guards exchanged glances, their faces etched with disapproval. They advanced toward Daemon, their hands hovering over their swords.

"Daemon?" Daenys asked, her voice filled with worry.

Before he could answer, the guards seized him, dragging him out of the brothel.

Daenys, her heart pounding, scrambled out of bed. She wrapped herself in a robe and followed Daemon as he was escorted from the brothel.

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Daemon stood before King Viserys and Daenys, her heart pounding in her chest, pleaded with the King to spare him. "Brother, please," she cried, her voice filled with desperation.

Viserys, his face contorted with rage, kicked Daemon once more, sending him sprawling to the floor. "My Daughter?" he demanded, his voice cold and menacing.

When Daemon remained silent, Viserys kicked him again. "You won't even deny it?" he snarled.

Daemon groaned in pain. "I need to understand the charge before I attempt to discredit it," he replied, his voice weak.

Viserys' anger flared. "You defiled her!" he shouted, his eyes narrowing. He turned to Daenys. "Both of you," he accused.

Daenys' head hung in shame. Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to process the gravity of the accusation.

"Still you say nothing?" Viserys pressed.

Daemon, struggling, replied, "Oh, what does it matter, brother? When we were Rhaenyra's age, we fucked our way through most of the brothels on the Street of Silk."

Viserys was stunned. "We were young men," he protested. "She is just a girl!, your niece!" he pressed.

"Rhaenyra's a woman grown," Daemon countered. "Better her first experience be with me and Daenys than some whore"

Viserys, overcome with fury, pulled out his dagger and placed it at Daemon's throat. Daenys gasped, reaching out to shield Daemon.

"Stay there," Viserys ordered, pushing her back.

"You have ruined her!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with anguish. "What lord will wed her now? In this condition?"

Daemon, his face pale, replied, "Who gives a fuck what some lord thinks? You are the dragon. Your word is truth and law."

Viserys was taken aback. "I have spent a lifetime defending you," he said, his voice softening slightly. "But your heart is even blacker than I thought. I should disinherit her, as I already did you, and be done with it."

"Wed her to me," Daemon said suddenly, his voice filled with determination.

Daenys stared at him in shock. "When I offered up my crown, you said I could have anything," Daemon continued. "I want Rhaenyra and Daenys. I'll take them as they are and wed them in the tradition of our house."

Viserys chuckled in disbelief. "You are already wed," he replied.

"That didn't stop Aegon the Conqueror from taking a second wife," Daemon retorted.

"You are no conqueror," Viserys said, his voice laced with contempt. "You are a plague, sent to destroy me."

"Give me Rhaenyra and Daenys to take to wife, and we will return the House of the Dragon to its proper glory," Daemon persisted.

"Of course," Viserys said, a sardonic smile playing on his lips. "It's not my daughter you lust for, is it? It's my throne."

"Go back to the Vale, Daemon, to your lawful wife. Strive to restore whatever scrap of honour remains in you. Or don't. Matters not to me. As long as you are gone from my sight for good." Viserys said.

Viserys then turned to Daenys. "And you," he said, his voice filled with disappointment. "You are to remain here in King's Landing, wed an honourable man of my choice."

Daenys was aghast. "What? No," she protested, her voice barely a whisper.

Viserys removed the dagger from Daemon's neck and walked out of the courtroom. Daenys crouched down to Daemon.

Daemon smiled and wiped her tears with his thumb, " Come along with me?" He asked her hopefully.

Daenys exhaled and thought for a second, "Won't be the first time running away from here,"

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Daenys slowly cracked the door open of their shared bed chambers and saw Daemon sitting behind his desk, writing something. They started living together in Runestone after the unknown cause of the death of Lady Rhea Royce.

Daemon's eyes immediately meet hers.

"Haunting around the house?" He says with a smirk on his handsome face. His powerful aura and intense glare made her wet.

"I'm bored," She said with a seductive smile and walked over to him, and straddled his lap.

"Are you now?" He said as he crooked up one eyebrow and leaned back in his chair. Daenys wiggles her arse in his lap and finds that he's already hard.

"It looks like you could take a break as well from whatever the fuck you're doing," Daenys said before kissing his neck

His hands find her hips and help her to guide him, grinding against his cock. Her lips found his, and she suck his bottom lip into her mouth, which earned her a groan.

Daenys smiles a little before she starts kissing his lips as she sneaks her tongue inside his mouth.

Daemon tries to do what he normally does, which is taking control, but Daenya was not letting him today. She fist her hand in his hair and pulls his head back. Her hips grinded faster, soaking his lap with her juices.

Daenys wanted more. She let one of her hands travel down to his pants and unbutton it. She pull down his pants a bit and grab his cock in her hands, giving it a squeeze.

He groans in her mouth, which only makes her feel hotter and impatient. She started stroking his cock up and down a few times before grinding her soaked undercloth against it.

Daenys shoved the little fabric of her undercloth aside and hovered above his length. She breaks the kiss and looks deep into his purple eyes as she slowly let his big cock stretch her.

She lets out a soft moan when he's fully inside of her and starts moving slowly up and down, still holding his eye contact.

Daenys knew he was holding the urge to take over, but she was glad that he was giving her the chance to take charge. It made her feel powerful, thinking that this strong man is now under her control.

She started to quicken her pace and grab his hand to guide it to her clit. He didn't need any telling and started circling it.

The quickened pace gave her little bolts of electricity throughout her body. "Yes, that feels so good." Daenys moaned out as she heard him let out a restrained groan.

"Make me come,"she demanded. It's a bold move, but she was trilled to see that he's decided to obey.

Every time her hips meet his, she arched her back so his cock hits her perfect sensitive spot and each time she hits it, she felt herself getting closer and closer.

He helped her by adding more pressure to her clit. Her legs started to shake vigorously, and her core started to tighten.

"Yes, keep going, Daemon. I'm so close, my love, " Daenys said with a shaky, breathy voice.

It takes a few more thrusts before she comes. Daenys screamed out of pleasure and needed to hold on to his shoulders.

"That's quite enough." He says through clenched teeth. He then picks her off his lap effortlessly and turns her around so he can bend her over the table.

Daenys screams out again when he thrusts inside of her with force and starts fucking her hard, not giving her any chance to recover from her previous orgasm.

"Do you like that? Holding the power over me and seeing me squirm beneath your touch?" He grunts as he keeps thrusting in and out of her with no remorse.

All the paper and inks fall off his desk with the force he was fucking her. "Y-yes." Daenys managed to get out of our mouth while holding on to the edge of his desk for support.

"Wrong answer." He said and slaps her arse hard. He grabbed her arse cheek to start fucking her like no one else ever did before, making her see the Gods themselves.

He grunts and groans animalistic before Daenys feels him sucking the crook of her neck and then feels a sting on her left shoulder. Ecstacy floods through her veins as his cock twitches inside of her and fills her up with his come.

Daenys breathed hard and let herself calm down from the intense fucking. Daemon kisses the spot where he bit her and softly speaks against her skin. "I only obey to you, my Queen,"

He pulled out of her and turned her around, making her sit on his desk. He stood between her legs and started kissing her tenderly. It was soft and sensual and made her feel 'loved'

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Daenys sat on the edge of their shared bed with a letter from Viserys, clutched in her hands.

Daemon watched her from across the room. He held a steaming cup of moon tea, his gaze filled with concern, "Here," he said, handing her the cup. "Take this." He reached out and kissed the top of her head.

They had both discussed the prospect of children numerous times. While Daenys had always dreamed of motherhood, she was apprehensive about the challenges that came with it. She had also expressed her concerns to Daemon, suggesting that he should marry someone who could give him heirs. Daemon, however, had always dismissed her concerns, insisting that children were annoying anyway.

As Daenys continued to read the letter, her expression grew somber. "What is it?" Daemon asked, noticing her change in mood.

"I'm invited to Rhaenyra's wedding," she sighed. "Rhaenyra is getting married to Laenor."

Daemon and Daenys still harboured a deep love and protectiveness for Rhaenyra. They wanted her to be happy, even if it meant seeing her with another man.

Tears welled up in Daenys' eyes as she read further. Overwhelmed by her emotions, she began to sob. Daemon pulled her into his arms, comforting her.

"I just want to know that she's happy with this," Daenys said, her voice muffled.

Daemon stroked her hair gently, waiting for her tears to subside. When she finally calmed down, he cupped her face in his hands. "To King's Landing, then," he said gently.

A/N- lets crash the wedding and give Viserys a heart attack.

[anyca786]

"Realm's Beauty : Daenys Targaryen"

Daemon Targaryen x sister!Targaryen (eventually Daemon Targaryen x sister/aunt!Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen)

Warmings: contains incest/ targcest, poly relationship, age-gap, mature themes and contents, explict language, violence/abuse, blood/gore, death, birth, marriage, and the usual GOT and HOTD warnings

Daenys Targaryen, the youngest sister of King Viserys I and Prince Daemon, was a tempestuous soul who yearned for the open sky and the thrill of adventure.

Daenys' life took a dramatic turn when she witnessed the harrowing childbirth of her niece, Rhaenyra. The pain and suffering endured by her sister-in-law, Aemma, deeply affected her. Daenys made a solemn vow never to marry, fearing the same fate for herself.

With Nyx, her black scaled dragon at her side, she soared into the heavens and disappeared towards the North.

Now, Daenys has returned to King's Landing. The once unruly princess had matured into a woman of striking beauty and strength. Her beauty, enhanced, captivated the hearts of many in the city and court. Common folks called her "Realm's Beauty."

Daemon found himself drawn to her in a way he had never expected. Whether it was lust or a deeper affection, Daenys's return had ignited a spark within him that would forever change the course of their lives.

Only time will tell.

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Season 1

Chapter 1: Pilot "IT IS GOOD TO BE HOME"

Chapter 2: "DRAGON'S EMBRACE"

Chapter 3: "YOU'RE A MENACE, DAEMON TARGARYEN"

Chapter 4: "COME WITH ME"

Chapter 5: "WE SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE THIS."

Chapter 6: "YOU'VE BOTH MATURED YOURSELVES THESE PAST FEW YEARS."

Chapter 7: "WHAT IS THIS PLACE?"

Chapter 8 "WED HER TO ME"

Chapter 9 "DOES ANYBODY TRULY EVEN KNOW DAEMON TARGARYEN?"

Chapter 10 "I WANT YOU BOTH"

Chapter 11 "TEN YEARS CAN CHANGE EVERYTHING"

Chapter 12 "NOW THAT DAEMON AND I HAVE YOU, WE'LL NEVER LET YOU GO"

Chapter 13 "I WON'T LET ANYTHING HAPPEN TO YOU OR OUR CHILD"

Chapter 14 "I THINK I'M GOING TO DIE"

Chapter 15 "THERE IS SOMEONE WE WISH TO INTRODUCE YOU TO"

Chapter 16 "SAY IT"

Chapter 17 "VISERYS IS DEAD"

will be continued...

[anyca786]

"WHAT IS THIS PLACE?"

Daemon Targaryen x sister/aunt!Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen

WARNINGS: Canon typical incest/targcest (brother and sister, uncle and niece, aunt and niece) kissing, smut warning: fingering, p in v, poly?, dirty talking etc)

Here's the series

Daemon's eyes lingered on Daenys, who flashed him her infectious smile. She quickly went down the stairs, and the man didn't hesitate to pull her into his arms and kiss her affectionately,

'Uncle," Rhaenyra said, making him aware that she was there too.

"Ah, Rhaenyra." Daemon said, but he shot his niece a smirk that he meant well. Rhaenyra clung onto Daenys's arm like a child, not wanting to let go of her favourite toy.

"Now, where is it that we are going, Uncle?" she questioned. Her eyes lingered towards Daemon, taking in his godly appearance.

"That is for you to see." Daemon smirked when he noticed Rhaenyra was checking him out.

The two Princesses grab onto his arm as he began to lead them out of the Red Keep. The two of them happily walked with him, taking in the commotions in the busy streets.

While Rhaenyra chose to wander and break free from his hold, Daemon moved his arm around Daenys's waist with a strong grip as he led her through the crowd, occasionally placing small kisses on her cheek,

"You both are familiar with the streets walking in daylight where it is peaceful, but at night, it is madness." Daemon said.

Daenys scrunched her nose at the littered streets of Kingslanding and the horrid smell of blood, sex, wine and garbage.

"Are you scared yet?" Daemon's husky voice brushed against her ear, making her feel butterflies when he nibbles on her right ear.

" No," Daenys stated bluntly, but the glint in Daemon's eyes made her wonder if she should be. Daemon then had gotten them drinks, which Rhaenyra did not hesitate to drink in one go while Daenys took small sips, tasting the wine. Her face pitched at the strong taste of it, making the other two Targaryen's laugh.

She tried to grab Daemon's drink only for him to drink the remaining contents. "Hey, Give me that," Daenys whined, a pout resting on her face, making the Rogue Prince melt a bit.

Rhaenyra had chosen to slow down a bit so Daemon and Daenys would catch up. "I've never thought I'd actually sneak out and visit the streets in the middle of the night.. and l'm dressed as a boy." Rhaenyra exclaimed.

"A pretty boy," Daenys added, as she flashed the cutest smile that made Rhaenyra's heart flutter, and Daemon felt soft again.

Rhaenyra was slowly falling for her aunt and surprisingly infatuated by her uncle. From what the Realm delight could tell, Daemon was also in love with her Daenys.

The night continued to follow as it was. Daenys danced with Rhaenyra through the crowd and drank more wine. Rhaenyra happily kissed her on the cheek before pushing her toward Daemon.

He threw his arm around her waist and kissed her pouty lips affectionately, still tasting the wine on them.

A blush fell on Daenys's face as she snuggled close to his embrace and deepened the kiss. Rhaenyra flashed a smile but was envious of their closeness. Daemon was smirking at his niece, practically rubbing it in Rhaenyra's face.

The trio moved their way through the city, stopping at a play happening that the two Princess' found amusing,

"And now we come off the great Iron Chair and whose bum might bear." the actor spoke, making Rhaenyra giggle quietly.

"Our good King, names his daughter, a girl, his heir." The crowd protested at the words of Rhaenyra being named heir. Rhaenyra looked around in sadness while clutching her aunt's hand in shock.

Daemon stands behind Daenys and wraps his arm around her waist, placing his chin on her shoulder as they continue watching the play.

The play continued to make fun of the royal family, Rhaenyra claimed the throne, and how Aegon being the firstborn son should sit on it instead.

Rhaenyra booed. "Lies, slander! Boo!"

"Rhaenyra!" Daenys protested but looked equally infuriated.

"Jest, if you will, but many of the smallfolk are likely to believe as a man, Aegon should be heir," Daemon spoke the truth of reality.

Daenys nodded - knowing a lot of people had the mindset that a woman is not fit for the Iron Throne and how women are only meant to produce heirs, until they can't anymore.

"Their wants are of no consequence," Rhaenyra replied, turning around to leave.

Daemon chuckled, grabbing Daenys's hand. They followed her, "They're of great consequence if you expect to rule them one day."

"For one night, I wish to be free of the burdens of my inheritance," Rhaenyra said longingly. Her eyes scanned the surroundings, and then she decided it would be a good idea to steal something from the vendor.

As Daenys chased after her niece, laughing, she didn't expect her to run into Ser Harwin and Sir Criston

"And what are you doing here, Princess Daenys?" Ser Criston's voice raised a bit, seeing her wandering alone at night. "It is not safe to be out here this late without protection. Someone could hurt you." Sir Harwin said to both the princesses.

As if on cue, Damon appeared with a light sigh of relief when he saw Daenys along with Rhaenyra, Sir Criston recognizing Daemon let out a grumble and then stared deep into Daenys eye's which made the pit of jealousy erupt in Rhaenyra's stomach.

"Next time you won't be so lucky, boy," Sir Harwin said to Rhaenyra, deciding to go along with her disguise.

Sir Criston leaned closer to Daenys and whispered, " Careful out there," and then both the knights disappeared into the streets.

When they left, Daemon came up, "Enjoyed that, didn't you?" Daemon asked, wearing a teasing smile. But there was a hidden look in his eye at the display he had just seen. Daenys wrapped her arms around Rhaenyra's neck, pulling her close. "Do not pull that shit again."

Rhaenyra relaxed in her embrace and smiled mischievously, "Who knows when l'll next get this kind of freedom?"

Daenys let out a laugh. Together, Daenys walked in the middle, swaddled to Daemon's side while intertwining her hands with Rhaenyra, walking deeper into the alleyways to their next unknown destination.

While they continued their walk, the shrill moans of women, laughter, and voices grew further into the streets they'd walked when Daemon had finally led the girls to his favourite place where he'd go whenever he wanted to escape from his responsibilities.

Daneys's cheeks flustered at what she was seeing. She knew Daemon would come here often since he was very young.

Rhaenyra's eyes wandered curiously, eyes training dancers and many occupants in the room with barely any clothes on. Her eyes fell on the two women in the corner of the room, kissing and hands touching one another in scandalous places.

By now, Daemon had shed off his cloak, and his messy silver hair showed and wore a white tunic. "Come."

"Daemon," Daenys stopped him, "I don't think it's a good idea," she said concerned.

'What is this place?" Rhaenyra asked quite bewitched by the scenes happening around them

"It's a um.. pleasure house...," Daenys murmured, still nervous. Daemon held a faint smirk, seeing Daenys crimson cheeks.

"Fucking is a pleasure you see....," Daemon spoke cruelly, his raspy voice had made Daenys swoon a bit at the way he whispered in her ear. His hands held her waist tightly, drawing circles with his fingers. Daemon leaned closer and placed a kiss on her neck, sucking that area for a bit.

Daenys breathing increased as she closed her eyes from the feeling, but not before peering over at Rhaenyra, who was staring at them intently in utmost desire.

Daenys felt incredibly hot despite the chillin' the air. He pulled her closer, almost like she was a moth against the light.

"..From fucking who we want." Daemon continued as he slid a finger down her jawline.

He had now led them to a sheer curtained area. There were naked men and women piled in the room. Heavy breaths and moans could be heard, and the smell of sex was everywhere around in the air.

Daemon continued to lead Daenys into another room, guiding her from behind. "Whether it would be a man or a woman - or even both." his eyes lingered on Rhaenyra, who was momentarily staring at the men and women pleasuring each other with their mouths and fingers.

"D-Daemon?" Daenys was about to speak, but when he pressed his lips onto hers, she let out a soft moan. Before she could register anything, she could feel Rhaenyra's hands yank her away from Daemon, allowing her to crash her lips against Daenys. The two girls moaned softly, lost in the sensation of their lips against each other.

Daemon admired the scene in front of him, but he craved attention. He had dragged both of them and pressed Daenys up against the stone wall.

Daenys let out a noise of protest but begrudgingly went back to kissing Rhaenyra, who happily accepted and began placing kisses down her neck, to her upper breast.

Daenys knew that once they had stepped inside into the pleasure house, their reputation would be tarnished. However, she knew that as long as she kept her hair covered, she would at least be saved.

Seeing the lustful expression on Daemon's face, Daenys got on her toes and kissed him this time, landing her hands on his shoulders. He slid his finger down her jawline before cupping her chin, deepening the kiss.

He pulled away and, this time, focused his attention on Rhaenyra - beginning to untie the knots of Rhaenyra's trousers and letting them fall to the ground.

Daemon's large body shielded the two girls from any watchers. Daenys spun around and frantically pressed her mouth against Rhaenyra's again.

Rhaenyra had ripped her cloak successfully before tugging on the drawstrings of Daenys's dress, revealing her full breast. Daenys shivered at the cool air, hitting her exposed skin.

The prince eagerly turned her around and brought her closer, taking in the sight of her exposed breasts before moulding his lips on her pink nipples. He then looked back with his purple-eyed princess.

His eyes trained on Rhaenyra, who watched them with fascinated lustful eyes watching her uncle lift her aunt's gown to her thighs before feeling her cunt.

Daemon let out a groan when he entered his fingers inside her cunt. A loud moan escaped Daenys's mouth, throwing her head against his shoulder.

"Fuck you're soaking, my love" Daemon felt himself getting hard when her moans got louder as he began to pump inside of her.

Taking in her sweaty, flustered appearance, "So perfect for me. You are everything l want," he purred.

The way she was pressed up against him, her breasts now bare against his chest. He wrapped his other arm around her to from collapsing while the other continued to finger her harder.

"Daemon," Daenys whimpered, "Please, do not stop,' she begged. He leaned back to take a sharp breath. "Do not say things you don't mean or I wouldn't be able to control myself."

Daenys grabbed his hand and pulled it further above her wet cunt. "I wish for Rhaenyra, too." she tried to speak but was cut off with he pinched her. The Princess let out a squeak and tried to move, only for him to smack her arse.

Daemon kissed her cheek and continued to rub circles up to her clit mercilessly.

He looked at Rhaenyra before gesturing to come closer, "Our beloved wants you, Rhaenyra"

"Rhaenyra," Daenys moaned out, and the younger Princess walked forward eagerly and cupped her face, placing a soft kiss on Daenys's lips.

Daenys's hand travelled down Rhaenyra's legs to feel her glistening core and let out a gasp. Daenys's unravelled from Daemon's grasp and went to her niece's arms.

Yet Daemon continued to work his way under her dress. The older princess arched her back when Rhaenyra started to plant wet kisses down her chest and sucking her nipples. The Heir's teeth scraped over her erect nipples making Daenys whimper out load.

"Nyra." Daenys chanted as her hands weaved into Rhaenyra's hair. She didn't care about the consequences anymore. She wanted pleasure. She wanted Daemon and Rhaenyra.

Rhaenyra nestled against her chest and peered up at her aunt like she was a goddess, "You're gorgeous. The most beautiful woman in the realm. The Realm's Beauty"

Daenys's eyes glazed at her words. Rhaenyra desperately wanted her aunt to take her then and now.

Before Rhaenyra could command Daemon, he stepped away. It was like Daemon had realized where he was and who he was with, and what he was doing. He had removed his fingers from Daenys's clit, earning a painful cry of protest from her, "Daemon, what the fuck."

There was a troubled expression in Daemon's eyes before giving them one last look before leaving them.

Daenys tugged down her dress with red stained cheeks adorning her face. Her lips were swollen and felt cold. She felt empty when Daemon no longer pleasured her.

Daenys did not bother to wait for Rhaenyra. Instead, she chased after Daemon to yell at him, leaving Rhaenyra on her own.

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Daenys breath become heavy as she walked around the Brothel in search of Daemon. Men and women eyed her, semi naked form like a hunter eyeing its prey.

"I would pay for that blonde with all my gold," someone announced. Daenys pulled out her hidden dagger, from her thigh strap. Heavy footsteps followed her, turning back ready to attack-

"Fuck!" She exclaimed, dropping her dagger and releasing a shaky sigh. " Daemon!"

Surprised by her frightened form, he walks slowly to where she stands. "What's going on?" He asks.

"I thought..." But Daenys couldn’t get the words out of her mouth. She let out a sob,"I thought..someone," she tried

"Shh. It's okay." Daemon takes her in his arms. She buries her face onto his shoulder, his cologne hitting me with every breath.

He strokes her hair and kisses the top of her head. Daenys couldn't take it anymore. Her body's so jacked up at this point on adrenaline, anger, lust, and tension that she act without thinking.

She pulled his head towards her and pressed her lips against his. He kissed her back, his lips firm against her.

Daenys kissed him harder, aggressively holding his body close to her own as she dissolved against him, her Prince, her Daemon, her brother, her lover.

Daemon understands how badly his babysister needs him. The tip of his tongue traces her lips, and she parted her lips for him, tasting him, tasting the wine on his lips.

He takes control, moving her backwards and pins her to the nearest wall with his hips. His hands graze across her body, and shivers run down Daenys's spine.

She let out whimper into his mouth as a dull ache resurface between her legs, and he takes her bottom lip between his teeth. "Are you sure about this?" He asks

Daenys nodded, locking her arms around his neck. He bends down and lifts her effortlessly from the ground. His hair is soft between her fingers.

He carries her to a door, a secluded room in the Brothel. She expected him to take her to the bed, but was shocked when he sat her on a smooth, polished wooden table instead.

"Tell me," he says, ripping the gown of her body completely. "If I put my hand between your thighs right now, how wet would you be for me?"

"Why don't you find out," I say bravely, a smirk plastered on my lips. But he doesn't just put his hand there. He sinks to his knees, spreading her thighs apart with his hands.

Daenys was exposed, breathless, and shaking for him.

"Please, " she whispered.

"Begging for me already?" Daemon smirked, his fingers brush against her clit as she crys out.

'Fuck," he groans, rubbing slow, torturous circles around her wet cunt. Daenys's head drops back in bliss, and he moves lower, dipping his finger inside of her, just barely at first.

He teases her until she can't take it any longer and then pushes deeper, while her cunt tighten and clench around his finger, over and over again.

"Such a tight little cunt," he says.

She whimpered his name," Umm.. Daemon, " and finally he takes her in his mouth. His tongue flicks over her clit. Daenys forgets how to breathe as everything was clenching inside of her. She quivered against him.

As if it wasn't already torturous enough, he pushes two fingers inside of her, and she crys out as he sucks and fucks her with his hands.

Everything grows and peaks, and her fingers link through his hair as she comes undone around him, almost sobbing as she calls out his name.

His thumb brushes reassuringly where he holds her waist, the gesture somehow more intimate than his face buried into her, and he pulls away

"My good girl," he tells her, praising her"| wanted to make sure you come before I fuck you."

He now carries her to the bed. Heat and excitement flood through her body once more. She unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it from his shoulders.

Her eyes widen as he pulls his cock free. It's long and hard, thick with veins, and she wonders how she'll be able to take it all again.

"Don't worry," he says. "I'll be gentle this time," he said.

Daenys holds his jaw with one hand. "Maybe I don't want you to be."

He rubs his tip against her, grunting at her wetness, "You're going to wish you hadn't said that." Without any warning, he enters inside of her with one long thrust.

Daenys crys out, stretched wide, with all of him buried inside of her. He stays there, muttering something in High Valyrian, his eyes scanning her face for any sign of pain.

She clenched around him, "Fuck," he groans, eyes rolling back. "You okay, my love?"

She nodded. He kissed her hungrily as he begins to fuck her mercilessly. Her body jolts from the hard force, the headboard slamming onto the wall behind them with each stroke.

Daenys tightened her grip on him as he plunged into her faster and deeper. Relentlessly, he pounds her until her legs were shaking, and she couldn't hold it back any longer.

'Are vou going to come for me already, princess?" He asks.

"Yes, " she lets out a breathless whimper.

"You're such a good fucking girl. Taking my dick, so well, Princess." He said as he drills into her.

The orgasm rips through her. The intensity is unfathomable as her back arches, and she falls apart while he buries himself into her, groaning at his own release inside of her.

Daemon leans into her while she tries to recover. They pull apart, their lips brushing. Daenys mind did wonder off to Rhaenyra for a second worrying about her,

"We left Rhaenyra all alone," Daenys panicked,

Daemon wraps her in the blanket and nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, sighing at the feeling of her in his arms. "I'm sure she'll find her way back to the castle,"

A pang of guilt surfaced Daenys, but eventually, they both fell asleep, unaware of the disaster they would have to face in the morning.

A/N: Got shit ton of assignments, and the deadline is near☹️ Pray for me.

Anyways, I'm open to ideas and suggestions- help your girl out.

[anyca786]

"YOU'VE BOTH MATURED YOURSELVES THESE PAST FEW YEARS,"

Daemon targaryen x sister/aunt!Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen.

WARNINGS: Canon typical incest/targcest (brother and sister, uncle and niece, aunt and niece) fluff, kissing. (Idk how to write warnings)

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Daenys had some spiralling conflicts with her mind and her heart. She felt a sense of connection with Rhaenyra that she had never experienced before, and it was scarying her. So she decided it was time to pay a visit to her favourite cousin.

7 moons later

Laena, her sweet niece had recently claimed Vhagar, the largest dragon alive.

They were currently flying throughout Driftmark and, 'Aunt, mother, look!" Laena, who sat on top of Vhagar in the saddle, pointed to the ship in the distance.

Daenys wore beautiful blue riding clothes gifted by her dearest cousin. Her luscious silver hair flowed freely with the wind.

Rhaenys eyes squinted at the number of ships, and her eyes widened. The distant sound of Caraxes whistle could be heard, which made Nyx's head turn at the sound, and she let out a pleasant roar.

'Velaryon flags..- " Daenys' shock was replaced with a happy expression while coaxing Nyx to calm down, "Shh, I know you missed Caraxes," she pats her dragon.

That meant Daemon was back from the Stepstones and have won against the crabfeeders.

"Father and Laenor are back!" Laena said delightedly and turned to her Aunt Daenys and flashed her a teasing grin, "You must be pleased that your betrothed is back."

"He is not my betrothed, silly girl. Now, if you excuse me -" Daenys scowled, "Sovegon."

Rhaenys sighed, watching her little cousin fly off in the direction of Kingslanding and then gave her daughter a look.

Rhaenys knew that eventually, the two would get married soon. They both shared the blood of dragon. The other Lords that offered their hand weren't worthy of the precious Princess Daenys.

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To say Daenys was genuinely surprised that a party was being thrown for Daemon in the royal gardens was an understatement. She had heard the rumours of him being the King of the Stepstones, which brought a small satisfied smile on her face.

Everyone present seemed to be enjoying the warm weather. Daenys ignored the preying eyes of lords and knights on her and solely focused on her family wearing a genuine smile.

A servant passed by with a tray of wine, which she gladly took and thanked the servant.

Alicent stood by the King like a dutiful wife she was wearing a tight smile. Though she remained still to the best of her ability while rubbing her arms clearly discomforted by the Rouge's presence. It was clear that Daemon loathed the Queen just like Daenys herself.

"Princess Daenys, Your Grace" Daenys's name was announced, and immediately, the crowd stepped aside for the Princess.

Some were in awe while others held feelings of lust for the silver-haired princess, which made Daemon for some reason feel a rush of irritation.

Rhaenyra didn't waste any time walking over to her beautiful aunt. " Daenys."

"Rhaenyra.' she happily accepted her embrace, and Rhaenyra blushed when she pressed a kiss on her cheek.

"Come enjoy some lemon cakes with me. I saved you some chocolate." Rhaenyra said shyly.

That seemed to catch Daenys' attention and immediately accepted Rhaenyra's hand as she guided her to the dessert table, unaware of the Hightower Queen watching them with an enviouse glare.

"I can't believe he's back." Daenys mused, tasting her wine while Rhaenyra tasted the candied lemon slice in her mouth. Rhaenyra just looked at her and licked her fingers before swiping away the leftover wine on the corner of her lips.

"Nyra!" She whined.

"It's fun teasing you, my dearest Aunt." Rhaenyra had just gotten back from her six moons of tour and rejected the majority of her suitors.

The way she felt about Daenys wasn't simple. When her mother had died, Daenys had been there for her more than anyone. Rhaenyra adorned this woman.

She spent every morning, noon, and night thinking of Daenys Targaryen, their passionate kisses, her gentle touch, her aunt's genuine concern about her. She was a goddess in Rhaenyra's eyes, whether it was her pretty smiles, her pouty lips, or her fiercely protective nature.

Daenys smiled at her, "I take it the tour did not go well."

"They were old enough to be Vhagar's age." That made Daenys' nose scrunched displeasingly, making Rhaenyra giggle.

"Perhaps I have not found the one with the blood as hot as a dragon like mine, yet" Rhaenyra said, looking at Daenys's eyes.

"Let us go greet your father and Uncle," Daenys said, clearing her throat, trying not to address what Rhaenyra meant.

"Wellif it isn't my Prince Charming. Congratulations on your victory, brother," Daenys said, earning a laugh from Viserys.

"You shouldn't have thrown the party. Now his ego is bigger than Nyx, " Daenys said to Viserys, pouting.

'Thank you, Princess," Daemon spoke with a small smirk that held a double meaning behind his words. Daenys blushed at his words. Daemon looked irresistibly charming in his new haircut.

'And I have heard that Rhaenys is considering marrying you to Corlys' youngest cousin brother, Victor Velaryon. He will make a fine Prince consort. He's a good man." Viserys said remembering him years ago.

This brought a fake laugh from Rhaenyra and a hum from Daemon as he narrowed his eyes in amusement.

"Pin-cess!" Daenys turned her head to see small toddler wearing a gummy smile bouncing towards her with her arms out. Her septa hurried behind anxiously, "Apologies, Princess," the septa bowed her head.

" Hello, little princess," Daenys cheered, smiling brightly at the little girl with brown hair. Apparently, she was a daughter of some High Lord. The little girl was captivated by Daenys's beauty.

Daemon watched in awe as Daenys picked the girl in her arms. He had seen her interact with Rhaenys' children, yet he found himself imagining the baby in her arms, was his with long silver hair and big beautiful purple eyes.

His eyes hungrily wandered at her form. She looked absolutely beautiful over the years they've been apart.

Her hair was flowing freely, and it was clear from flying on Nyx. Her cheeks got fuller as well as her breast, which made Daemon hard just by the thought of it.

However, Daemon wasn't the only one staring her, Sir Criston Cole blissfully observed Daenys.

Daenys offered Sir Criston a smile.

"Perhaps the Prince Daemon and Princess Daenys would care for a tour of the gallery," Alicent offered, trying to mingle.

Rhaenyra's lips twitched at the thought of Daemon exploring the gallery.

"They haven't seen the new tapestries gifted to you by Norvos and Qohor." Alicent pressed.

"Would you like to see the tapestries?" Viserys asked Daemon before laughing out loud.

Daenys saw the hurt look on Alicent's face and turned her head to look at her brother, ready to snap,

"He has no interest in such things," Viserys said humorously.

"I'd like to see them. Would anyone like to accompany me?" Rhaenyra asked, trying to escape this dreadful talk.

"I would," Daenys replied merrily

"Oh, then you should not deprive yourself," Viserys told her.

But before Daenys could move, Daemon grabbed her wrist, "Later," he announced and dragged her with him. Daemon lightly chuckled, finding this situation amusing, making Daenys roll her eyes.

"Daemon!" she exclaimed, turning to face him with a mixture of surprise and annoyance.

"Come," he said, his voice low and urgent. Without waiting for a response, he pulled her away towards a secluded corner of the garden.

As they reached the privacy of the overgrown bushes, Daemon turned to face Daenys. His gaze was intense, his expression a mix of longing and desire. Without any warning, he cupped her face in his large hands and leaned in for a passionate kiss. Daenys, initially taken aback, couldn't resist the pull of his desire. She returned his kiss with equal fervour, her heart pounding in her chest.

"And I missed you too," she replied, leaning in for a brief, chaste kiss with a smile.

Daemon's kiss deepened, his hands cupping her face. He lifted her effortlessly, allowing her legs to wrap around his torso. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, their passion igniting like a wildfire.

"Don't pull that stunt ever again," Daenys complained, her voice muffled by Daemon's kisses, "I was in the middle of a conversation".

Daemon chuckled, his breath warm against her ear. "I won't," he promised, pulling away to press a tender kiss to her temple. Setting Daenys down, Daemon smoothed her hair and cupped her face in his hands.

"How's your wife? Mysaria? Was it" She asked, her tone playful.

Daemon rolled his eyes. "Just accept it, you're jealous," he teased, his voice laced with amusement.

Daenys scowled, but he found her reaction amusing. He moved closer, their faces mere inches apart. Daenys refused to waver, her gaze unwavering despite the proximity of their lips.

Daemon grasped her neck with his large hand and grinned.

"There you two are," Rhaenyra's voice interrupted them, her tone light and teasing.

Daemon resisted the urge to scrowl at his niece when Daenys pulled away quickly.

Rhaenyra wore a content smile, yet her eyes trained on Daemon almost smugly, "You seem content on Dragonstone. Why did you come back? There is surely more to your return than simply taunting my father." She asked in High Valyrian.

"So what do you want?" She said.

"Only the comforts of home and to see my favourite niece and baby sister," Daenys felt like there was a whole other meaning behind it but chose not to say anything.

The three moved to the shade. Daemon chose to sit while Daenys and Rhaenyra stood.

"I had not thought you would particularly be comfortable with this home," Rhaenyra spoke.

Daemon poured glasses of wine for the two girls and then offered Daenys to seat on his lap.

Daenys gladly took a seat on his lap while Rhaenyra shifted in her spot, visibly not pleased.

"The adventurous must've changed you," and the two Targaryens stared at her with a soft gaze.

"You've both matured yourself these past few years,"

Daemon stared at Daenys in admiration. She had certainly become a fine woman, and it was certain that he wasn't the only one who thought that. His niece seemed quite taken with her as well.

"My father seems content to sell me off to whichever lord has the biggest castle,' Rhaenyra spoke in annoyance. Daenys grabbed her hand in support and said,

"Your father is getting on my nerves, lately"

"There are worse things to be sold for," Daemon replied, speaking of experience. He had been young when he was betrothed to Rhea Royce.

"Marriage is only a political arrangement. Once you are wed, you can do as you like," Daemon directed his words at the Princess.

"For men, marriage might be a political arrangement. For women, it is a death sentence." Rhaenyra said in High Valyrian.

"Would that it was. I would've been rid of my Bronze Bitch ages ago." He replied in High Valyrian.

Rhaenyra sipped on her wine while refilling Daenys' goblet.

"Your wife has been fortunate. You haven't put a child in her." Rhaenyra said.

"I doubt a child could grow in such a hostile environment." Daemon replied, his laughter fading away as Rhaenyra scoffed.

"My mother was made to produce heirs .. and it got her killed," Rhaenyra spoke heavily in emotion. Daenys remembered the time when Aemma gave birth to Rhaenyra and how much she suffered then. The horrifying birthing scene made young Daenys run away from home in order to avoid marriage and the same fate.

"I won't subject myself or Rhaenyra to the same fate," Daenys stated strongly.

"What happened to your mother was a tragedy. But this is a tragic world." Daemon's words were laced with comfort towards Rhaenyra.

"I have no desire to live in fear. Only solitude." Rhaenyra replied strongly. Daemon smiled at the two women with such newfound fondness.

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As Daenys was getting ready for bed, she noticed a bag sitting on the chair. She moved it and lifted the bag onto the table and poured out its contents onto the table to see commoners' clothing.

"Daenys?" A whisper spoked, a voice she recognised.

"Rhaenyra?" Daenys replied. She turned around to see her niece come out of the wall. A secret door she had no idea existed, "Rhaenyra, how did you even discover the secret passages?" she asked in awe.

She momentarily forgot about the bag and went up to Rhaenyra in excitement, "Can you imagine what we can do with this? We can sneak into kitchens or -

Rhaenyra had placed a hand over Daenys' mouth to keep her quiet, "Now aunt-you do not want us to get caught do you? Now, have you received a bag from Daemon?"

'Yes... Where are we going?" Daenys's eyes widened in curiosity, but for some reason felt a bit giddy as to what they were going to do tonight, Daenys lived for adventure.

"We are going out tonight and exploring the streets with Uncle Daemon as our guide."

Daenys wasted no time getting changed into the dress and cloak. She had pinned her hair up and had it tucked behind a long scarf. There was no way she'll have herself recognized.

"You look very handsome." Daenys complimented Rhaenyra, who was dressed as a little boy.

"Why, thank you, Princess," Rhaenyra replied cheekily.

Daenys reached for Rhaenyra's hand, "Well, what are we waiting for?" The Realm's Delight chuckled at her aunt's impatience. Together, they go through the secret door and into the hidden corridor.

When they reached outside, Daemon was already standing there dressed in a cloak with a hood over his head. "Took you both long enough." He smirked.

A/N: Double update <3

[anyca786]

"WE SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE THIS."

Daemon Targaryen x sister!Targaryen

WARNINGS: Canon typical incest/ targcest (brother and sister), ( Rhaenyra x aunt!Targaryen) kissing, cuddles between Rhaenyra and Daenys) Daemon being Daemon.

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"Welcome to Dragonstone, Otto," greeted Prince Daemon with a smirk as the Hand approached.

Otto ascended the tedious steps with a simmering anger, his frustration mounting as he laid eyes upon Prince Daemon and his loyal Gold Cloaks. Mysaria, dressed in resplendent white, stood poised behind the Rogue Prince radiating confidence.

Daemon toyed with the dragon's egg in his hand, tauntingly tossing it back and forth before fixing his gaze mischievously upon the Hand,

"You're to relinquish the dragon's egg, disband your army, banish your whore, and leave Dragonstone by order of His Grace, King Viserys," Otto demanded firmly, his voice laced with authority.

Daemon's eyes flitted to Mysaria, a flicker of curiosity dancing in his gaze, before he surveyed the scene.

The Prince scoffed, 'Where is the King? I don't see him."

"His Grace would never lower himself to entertain such a mummer's farce," Otto retorted with a slightly annoying smile.

Daemon merely smirked before turning his attention to the knight. "Ser Crispin, was it?"

Ser Criston's expression soured slightly, unimpressed by the Rogue Prince's words. "Ser Criston, my Prince,"' he corrected firmly.

"Ahh, yes, my apologies. I couldn't recall,' Daemon replied dismissively.

Ser Criston's jaw clenched slightly before he retorted, "Perhaps, my Prince, you can recall the moment I unhorsed you."

"Or perhaps, Princess Daenys remembers me," Criston added.

Daemon chuckled," Very well," though his amusement didn't quite reach his eyes.

He despised Ser Criston, mainly because the knight seemed to captivate the attention of Daenys and Rhaenyra.

Otto interjected sternly this time, addressing the Prince with a firm tone. "Are you so desperate for the King's attention that you've resorted to skulking about like a common cutpurse?"

'I'm simply upholding the traditions of my house, just as my brother did for his heir,' Daemon defended himself.

"Those traditions are reserved for the legitimate children of royalty, not for bastards sired on a common whore, Otto retorted, casting a disgusted glance toward Mysaria and sneering in Daemon's direction,

"Lady Mysaria is to be my wife,"' Daemon announced boldly.

Otto stepped forward, his eyes blazing with outrage. "This is an abomination! With every breath, you tarnish your name, your house, and your brother's reign."

"Our love knows no titles or traditions," Daemon countered defianty.

The Hand tilted his head, his expression incredulous. "And what of you, Men of the City Watch, aiding the Prince in his treason?" he demanded, addressing the Gold Cloaks behind the Rogue Prince.

"The King appointed me their commander. Their loyalty lies with me, Daemon asserted confidently. "If you've come for the egg, here it is." He dared the Hand to make a move stretching his arm out toward Otto tauntingly.

"Are you mad? You will never survive this,"Otto warned, his voice tinged with concern.

"Neither will you," Daemon replied calmly.

'To choose violence here is to declare war against your King,' Otto warned sternly.

"Wonderful," Daemon remarked with a smirk, undeterred. "Even if it endangers your unborn child and its mother," Otto added, trying to appeal to Daemon's sense of reason.

But Daemon drew his sword, followed by the Gold Cloaks and the King's guards, ready for confrontation. Suddenly, a deafening growl pierced the air, freezing everyone in place except for Daemon. A peculiar sound that could only belong to one dragon.

Caraxes soared over the castle, unleashing a mighty screech that reverberated through the air. He had come to protect his rider, and Daemon couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.

"Lower your weapons, all of you!" Daemon commanded, his tone brooding with no place for argument.

Reluctantly, the guards sheathed their blades.

The sky darkened as Nyx's wings almost cut the sunlight. Nyx sensed her rider's fury as she descended through the clouds, letting out a thunderous roar that echoed across the bridge, alerting those nearby.

Rhaenyra followed behind Syrax, navigating through the thick fog and keeping pace with the much larger dragon.

As Nyx landed a few feet away from Otto, the guards bristled with aggression, but Caraxes 's presence stoked their fears. The two dragons seemed poised for battle until Syrax intervened with a commanding roar, quelling the tension but remaining on edge.

Daemon watched as Rhaenyra and Daenys gracefully dismounted their dragons and strode confidently through the men, making their way toward him and Otto.

Daenys looked irresistible in your tight armour dress.

"What are you doing here, Princesses?" Otto inquired softly, directing his question to Rhaenyra and Daenys, His eyes stayed on Daenys a bit too long. He reaches to grab her arm.

At the sight of this, Daemon narrowed this eyes, feeling a strange pang of possessiveness.

'We're here to prevent bloodshed. There's already enough of it, and drastic measures needn't be taken," Daenys retorted sharply, her gaze strong and calculating, removing the hand of the Hand from her arm.

Otto bowed his head, his jaw clenched in frustration. "Yes, Your Grace," he conceded through gritted teeth.

Daemon wore a small smirk, amused by Otto's discomfort at being rejected by Daenys.

"Ser Criston, please escort Princess Daenys and Princess Rhaenyra back to safety," Otto commanded, attempting to regain control of the situation.

Daenys exchanged a glance with Rhaenyra, bemused by Otto's oversight regarding their dragons

'Take care not to startle Syrax, my lords. She's rather protective of me." Rhaenyra said. "Nyx is known to be highly possessive of Princess Daenys. Do you wish to lay a hand on the Princess and be burned alive?" Rhaenyra interjected calmly, her tone matter-of-fact, as she passed by Otto and the knights coming face to face with Daemon.

Daenys mirrored Rhaenyra's stance, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword as she cast a wary eye over the men prepared to intervene if necessary and then to Daemon's, casting a challenging look.

'My father named me the Princess of Dragonstone. That is my castle you're living in, Uncle," Rhaenyra asserted firmly.

"Not until you come of age," Daemon countered dismissively, a smirk played on his face when Daenys rolled her eye.

"You have angered your King," Rhaenyra interjected, her fury evident in her tone.

Daenys stepped forward, her arms folded across her chest. "Indeed, He's quite angry," she added pointedly.

"Hm," Daemon responded nonchalantly.

Daenys's gaze then drifted to Mysaria, who stood nearby. The raven-haired woman exuded a captivating beauty, and Daenys found herself strangely insecure that Daemon chose Mysaria over her.

Caraxes roared happily when he sensed the presence of Daenys and Nyx, and in return, Nyx roared back at him.

Daemon concealed his smirk, thinking about how his dragon has a special bond with Daenys as well.

"Rhaenyra shared a cradle with a dragon. Rhaenyra's hatched.. although yours and mine did not. I want the same for my child to have an egg when he is born,"

Daemon stated, causing Daenys to step forward and address him sternly. "So, are you to have a child?" Daenys inquired in High Valyrian, her tone laced with jealousy.

Daemon looked at her, his gaze softening as if he were envisioning his future. His future was standing right in front of him. The only person he had always wanted to spend the rest of his life with was someone he couldn't have, not just yet.

"One day," he replied cryptically. Mysaria walked away and disappeared back into the castle.

'I'm right here, uncle. The object of your ire, the reason you were disinherited. If you wish to be restored as heir, you'll have to kill me. So do it, and be done with all this bother,' Rhaenyra spat defiantly at her uncle, her words laden with bitterness, but that intrigued Daemon.

Daemon's shoulders slumped, and he tossed the egg toward Rhaenyra, who caught it before storming back inside the castle, shooting one last glance at Daenys.

The two princesses shared a knowing smile before eventually placing the egg in the care of the Dragon Keeper.

They mounted on their dragons and made their way back to King's Landing.

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'I've decided to take a new wife,' he continued, glancing at Rhaenyra, who offered him an encouraging smile. However, the next words that left his lips sent shockwaves through Daenys, causing her to nearly lose her balance, with Rhaenyra hastily grabbing onto her for support.

"l intend to marry the Lady Alicent Hightower before spring's end." Viserys declared.

Rhaenyra snapped her head toward Alicent, who attempted to feign shock, but Daenys could see through her facade.

As Rhaenyra's gaze shifted to Daenys, she could see the shock mirrored in her aunt's expression, though it was quickly replaced by a tight mask of anger.

Daenys seethed, her eyes shooting daggers at Otto. The Hand's lips twisted into a barely noticeable upward grin.

Rhaenyra wasn't sure who to direct her anger towards, but when Alicent stared at her whilst Otto stared at Daenys with wavering emotions.

Rhaenyra's rage kicked in, prompting her to grab Daenys arm firmly. "Excuse both of us," she declared, her voice strained with anger and hurt.

"Rhaenyra! Daenys"' Viserys protested, while Corlys stood up from his chair, his voice rising in frustration.

Daenys stormed out of the room, with Rhaenyra following closely behind. Hot tears streamed down Rhaenyra's cheeks as she seethed with anger. Daenys attempted to calm the dragon princess as she gently wiped her eyes.

"Rhaenyra," she murmured, "Sweetheart, I didn't know any of this would happen," her voice filled with sadness for her niece.

"| know, you never lied to me. You're the only one in this fucking family who tells me the truth and cares about me" Rhaenyra spat, she was so angry.

Rhaenyra hugged Daenys, whilst Daenys placed a kiss on top of her head.

After confronting Alicent, Rhaenyra went straight to Daenys's bedchamber.

Rhaenyra entered Daenys' bedchamber, the dim candle light casting long shadows. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it, feeling the weight of the day's stresses lift from her shoulders. The room was quiet, the only illumination coming from the soft glow of the candles.

She took a moment to breathe in the familiar scent of the home, the scent of Daenys.

Daenys stirred from her sleep. "Daemon?" Her voice was incredibly low, barely audible. "Who's that?" Her voice now louder.

"It's me," Rhaenyra replied.

"What happened, sweetheart?" Daenys' voice softened, laced with concern.

Rhaenyra walked towards her and sat on the bed, Daenys sitting up. Her gorgeous long hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her thin nightgown barely covered anything beneath.

Rhaenyra's expression turned into lust as she eyed Daenys.

"What happened with Alicent?" Daenys inquired softly, pulling Rhaenyra out of her trance.

"I hate her," Rhaenyra replied simply, seeking comfort in Daenys' arms. Daenys welcomed her in, wrapping her arms around her.

"It's okay," Daenys whispered, stroking Rhaenyra's hair. "I'm here for you."

They sat in silence for a few moments, simply enjoying each other's company. Then,Rhaenyra perked up and kissed Daenys softly on the cheek.

Her heart raced as she turned to face Daenys and leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Daenys as she closed her eyes, letting herself be swept away by the moment.

Their kiss deepened, and Rhaenyra's hands began to explore Daenys's body, pushing her nightgown off the shoulder, exposing her heavy breast.

"Nyra..." Daenys whispered, her voice barely audible.

Rhaenyra deepened their kiss, a wave of warmth spread through Daenys body as Rhaenyra massages her breast, slightly tugging her pink nipples.

Daenys felt a sense of connection with Rhaenyra that she had never experienced before.

Their hands moved instinctively, exploring each other's bodies. Daenys ran her fingers through Rhaenyra's hair while Rhaenyra traced circles on Daenys's bare back.

Their passion grew, and their kisses became more intense and sloppier.

When they finally pulled away, they were both breathless. They looked into each other's eyes, their hearts racing.

But then, a wave of doubt washed over Daenys. She had acted impulsively, and she wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do. She pulled away from Rhaenyra, her expression filled with regret.

"Nyra.. I'm sorry," she said. "We shouldn't have done this."

Rhaenyra's smile faded, replaced by a look of hurt. "Why not?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Daenys hesitated, searching for the right words. "I... I don't know. It's not right. You're a child, Rhaenyra"

Rhaenyra's heart ached,"We can talk about it later." She said as she reached out and wrapped her arms around Daenys.

Daenys stiffened at first, but then she slowly relaxed. Rhaenyra snuggled deeper into Daeny's embrace, feeling a sense of comfort wash over her.

They lay together for a long time, their bodies pressed close. Slowly, the tension began to melt away. Rhaenyra felt a sense of peace wash over her, a sense that everything was going to be okay. Eventually, both fell asleep.

A/N: Talk about having a bad week. I broke my glasses, my phone screen got damaged, and my charger exploded :((

Anyways, Daemon x Daenys x Rhaenyra?! I mean, Aegon the conqueror, had 2 wives 😏

Send ideas, having a writers block.

[anyca786]

"COME WITH ME"

Daemon Targaryen x sister!Targaryen

WARNINGS: canon typical incest/targcest (brother & sister), angst (smut warning, p in v, spanking, dirty talking), Rhaenyra crushing on Daenys, Daemon being an arse as usual.

Part II of 'You're a menace, Daemon Targaryen'

Series: Part 1 : "It is good to be home"

Part 2 : "Dragon's Embrace"

Part 3 : "You're a menace, Daemon Targaryen"

Series

Daenys' eyes dart to his large hand as he pushes her back to the table. She straightened her back, looking directly into his purple eyes, identical to hers.

A smirk appears in his evil gorgeous face, "Men in the North taught you one orgasm is enough? Pity," he mumbles, taking her lips in his mouth for a passionate soft kiss.

Daenys' face floods with embarrassment at his bluntness.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" She bites back, trying to regain control of the situation.

He spins her around in response, pressing her back to his front and enclosing his body against her. She could already feel his piercing purple eyes scanning her exposed body.

"Are they here right now?" his breath fans her skin as he moves his mouth inches from her neck. Daenys feels herself growing wetter by the sound of his deep voice, but She knew she'd be damned if she offered it up to him easily.

So she stayed silent, her brain fogging with lust instead of her usual witty comebacks and core dripping wetter, waiting for him to touch.

"Didn't think so," he kisses her neck, making her stifle a moan as he hits her sweet spot first try. He bites it lightly, making her squeal. The harshness of his teeth on her sensitive skin was sending her into a frenzy.

Suddenly, he bends her over the table. "Fuck, look at this tight arse." he roughly kneads both of her bare cheeks with his large hands.

Daenys let out a squeal as his hands land a harsh slap on them. Her body jolts forward at the force, causing her to reach out to grab the table for much needed support.

'Who knew there was such a dirty little girl hiding under your clothes,' he continued, her cheeks flushing with his unrestrained remarks. He lands another blow at her arse and then sooths the area.

He continues as she bites her lips so hard, already tasting the blood. Her cheeks throb from his brutal attack, but her clit drips for more.

"Do you want me to fuck you like the perfect little whore you are, sister?" he whispers in her ear. Her inner walls clench around the emptiness as she longs for him to fill her.

"Does this pretty tight hole need filling by me?" he dips a finger inside, forcing a choked moan from her lips. "Tell me, my love. Tell me you need this," he pumps his finger in and out of her in a deadly slow pace.

"Please," Daenys begs.

"Please what, Princess?" He growled, unable to control himself.

"Please, I need you to fuck me, Daemon," she relented, her body tenses when she realised what she've just said.

His hands left her body for a moment, making her skin feel cold by the absence of his touch. Suddenly, she feels a hard, thick object being pressed against her hole. He doesn't push it in yet, but she already knew it's going to hurt her like hell when he does.

"Take a breath, my love,' he bends over her and whispers in her ear.

Daenys inhaled sharply, crying out as he pushed inside her, stretching her walls out beyond belief. She felt too tight around him, her clit almost trying to force him out.

'And again, love," he grunts out, "breath," seemingly holding himself back. There's more? She takes a shaky breath, swallowing back a scream as he continues to push inside of her, reaching the helm after what felt like a lifetime.

'Fuck, you feel like the heavens and the hell combined together," he says under his breath.

Daenys gasped as he began to move, pulling all the way out before slamming back in. Helpless moans escape her lips as Daemon fucks her vigorously, taking her like the dragon, he is.

Her body shifts with each thrust, he tightens his grip on her hips to give him more leverage as he brutalises her insides.

Daenys loved it, moans escaped her mouth continuously.

Then he lifts one of her legs up to the table, she crys out at the intensity of the deeper angle, only spurring him on "Do you like it when I fuck you like this? What a whore you are, little sister. Such a slut for me," he says between thrusts sending her feral.

Her walls begin to flutter around him as he quickens his pace, but as soon as she starts to reach her high, he slows down. "You don't get to come untilI say so," he warns, his voice deadly, sending shivers down her spine.

Daenys' cries were constant, tears streaming down her face as he continues pounding into her with no remorse. Her walls tighten again, but she fights the urge, not knowing what this man would do if she disobeyed him again.

By the time he speaks again, Daenys was a panting, whimpering mess, crying for a release.

"Come for me, my love. Squeeze the life out of my cock," he grunts, this dick throbbing inside of her.

Without further warning, She let goes, her orgasm rushing through like a tsunami. Her walls clamp down on him, making him hiss in her ear. And he fucks her through it, suddenly falling over the edge with her as well.

They resurface from our highs at the same time, "Come with me," Daemon said, catching his breath.

"What?" Daenys asked, her tone filled with confusion.

As Daemon dresses himself back, "Come with me," he said again, his voice barely a whisper. "We'll take Caraxes and Nyx."

Daenys slowly approached him, her expression gentle. She cupped his face with her delicate hands. "I can't, Daemon," she replied softly. "Viserys and Rhaenyra need me."

Daemon remained silent, his breathing heavy. Daenys continued, "I've been away from home too long."

With a sudden jolt, Daemon removed her hands from his face, his anger evident. "Well, I need you too," he confessed.

Daenys was shocked, not expecting him to pour out his feelings. "Come with me," he repeated.

"I can't," Daenys whispered, her voice barely audible.

Daemon did not utter another word, his anger propelling him out of her bedchamber. Daenys was left alone, naked and vulnerable to her own thoughts.

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The days following Daemon's departure from King's Landing were filled with a heavy silence for Daenys, she missed him.

One afternoon, As Daenys and Rhaenyra strolled through the gardens, "Father wishes to remarry," Rhaenyra announced.

"Well, the council has been pushing him to do so, I can tell you that," Daenys replied, her tone dry.

They continued to walk in silence, Rhaenyra stealing occasional glances at Daenys, admiring her beauty in the soft sunlight. Daenys plucked a small flower from a branch, inhaling its sweet scent. A smile graced her lips. Rhaenyra's heart skipped a beat at the sight of her aunt's radiant smile.

"Why didn't you marry anyone?" Rhaenyra asked. "Father told me there were hundreds of suitors lining up for you"

Daenys chuckled. "Your father told you less, surely there were more than hundreds," she winked.

Rhaenyra chuckled as well. Daenys replied, "I never found the one with the blood as hot as a dragon like mine."

Daenys then turned to Rhaenyra as they came to a stop. "You'll have suitors lining up for you soon as well, in no time," she smiled.

Rhaenyra said nothing but smiled back at Daenys, her gaze filled with hope, love, and admiration. The bond between them, forged through admiration, love, and unwavering loyalty, was as strong as the dragons they rode and the blood they shared.

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By the morning, Daenys was roused from her sweet slumber by her handmaiden, who hurriedly escorted her to the council chamber where a meeting was already underway.

As she entered, a guard announced her presence, "Princess Daenys has arrived, Your Grace,"

Daenys' heart sank at the sight of King Viserys's grieve expression. She knew instantly that something grave had transpired.

The head Dragon Keeper stood before the assembly, his demeanour solemn, further confirming her fears. Even Rhaenyra lingered in the distance, observing with her arms folded behind her back.

"It occurred in the dead of night, my lords, during the Hour of the Bat. The thief slipped away under the cover of darkness, eluding our pursuit,"the Dragon Keeper explained.

'How is it possible that a dragon's egg was stolen from under the watch of more than fifty Dragon Keepers?" Viserys demanded in Valyrian, his tone vibrant with anger.

Dragon eggs were revered as sacred, and their theft was considered treason. "Say the word, brother, and I'll hunt them down," Daenys declared, her hand instinctively resting on her sword.

"Who was it?" she demanded in common tongue, her voice edged with determination.

"The culprit was Prince Daemon, Your Grace," he declared. The Dragon Keeper's words hung heavy in the air.

'Well, fuck me," Daenys muttered under her breath frustration evident in her tone. Daemon's itch for trouble seemed insatiable.

She reached for the pitcher and poured herself some wine.

As Otto Hightower extended his cup, Daenys purposefully ignored him, instead pouring wine into Viserys's cup.

Rhaenyra couldn't suppress a smirk at the Hand's disgruntled expression. "Well, I'Il give it to Daemon for his dramatics," she remarked, a hint of amusement lacing her words.

'The prince left a missive which I believe might explain," Otto remarked, his gaze lingering on Daenys, a bit too long, though he refrained from commenting on her.

Despite his efforts to carry favour with her, nothing seemed to sway Daenys. Daenys seemed angry, and in this moment, Otto harboured a sliver of hope that Daemon's actions might finally bring about his downfall.

Mellos, the Dragon Keeper, cleared his throat before reading aloud from the parchment scroll. "It is the pleasure of Daemon Targaryen, the Prince of Dragonstone, and rightful heir to the Iron Throne announces that he is to take a second wife in the tradition of Old Valyria."

Daenys amusement evaporated, replaced by a simmering fury directed at Daemon. She crossed her arms and scoffed, her voice laced with jealousy. "Well, this just keeps getting better and better."

"Her Grace is with child and is to have a dragon's egg placed in the babe's cradle, following the custom of House Targaryen. The Prince has extended an invitation to you for his wedding, Your Grace, as well as Princess Daenys," Mellos continued.

"Gods be good," Viserys muttered, a mix of frustration and resignation evident in his tone. Daenys couldn't help but pity.

"Lady Mysaria?" Corlys's confusion deepened. "Who is Lady Mysaria?'

"Daemon's whore," Otto replied bluntly, eliciting a surprised expression from Daenys. Despite the seriousness of the situation, she found a fleeting moment of amusement at the bluntness of Otto's remark.

She had caught glimpses of Mysaria on the street before always pretending not to notice her. Rhaenyra's expression twitched at the mention of Mysaria, but her face remained in passive.

"My brother wishes to provoke me. To respond would be to play into his hands," Viserys remarked, his gaze sweeping around the table. Daemon had always been a thorn in his side, a constant political headache.

"The Realm is indeed watching, Your Grace," Otto affirmed, and Daenys rolled her eyes, taking another sip of her wine.

Viserys regarded him with disbelief. "What would you have me do? Send him to the wall, or perhaps mount his head on a spike?"

"Daemon has seized control of Dragonstone, amassed an army of Gold Cloaks, and now he has stolen a dangerous weapon," the Hand stated gravely.

This time, Rhaenyra didn't hesitate to interject. "Which egg did he take?" she demanded of the Dragon Keeper.

A heavy silence descended upon the room as the Dragon Keeper's face twisted in fear.

"The Princess asked you a question," Daenys pressed, "Which egg did he take?" her voice more insistent this time.

"The egg belonged to Dreamfyre, Princess, It's the same one Princess Rhaenyra chose for Prince Baelon's cradle," the Dragon Keeper confessed, his tone trembling with apprehension.

Otto rose from his chair as he caught the lethal glint in Daenys' eyes. Hastily, he reached out and grabbed her arm before she could storm out of the room.

"Hands off me, Otto," Daenys snapped, wrenching her arm free from his grasp.

"Please think about this, Princess," Otto whispered urgently.

"I am thinking... thinking about putting his head on a spike!" Daenys huffed, her frustration palpable.

Rhaenyra intervened, placing a comforting hand atop Daenys' arm and gently pulling her away from Otto, shooting him a possessive glare before leading her out of the room.

Viserys rose from his chair, his fury evident as he made to exit the room. The audacity of his brother's actions, stealing the egg intended for Baelon, was beyond reprehensible. "Send a detachment party, Otto. I will go to Dragonstone myself and drag Daemon back here to face justice!"

"Nyx is the third largest. Enough to accommodate more than one rider, Daenys said directly to Viserys.

How could Daemon show such blatant disrespect to Aemma, Baelon, and Rhaenyra, who had already suffered so much loss? And to steal the egg meant for their nephew, she thought.

The King seemed to endorse Daenys' suggestion with a nod of approval. 'Your Grace, my apologies," Otto interjected, addressing Viserys and ignoring Daenys, focusing his attention solely on the King.

"But I can not allow it. It's too dangerous, Daemon knows no bounds. Let me go to Dragonstone in your stead." Otto pressed.

As the room erupted into discussion and plans were set into motion, Daenys and Rhaenyra exchanged, knowing glances, silently communicating their shared determination to resolve this.

A/N : Daemon🙄 He's so problematic, but we love him.

The story will continue- see you at Dragonstone.

[anyca786]

"YOU'RE A MENACE, DAEMON TARGARYEN"

Daemon Targaryen x sister!Targaryen

WARNINGS: canon typical incest/targcest (brother & sister), angst (smut warning: fingering) Daemon being Daemon.

Series

The rocky shores of Dragonstone were transformed into a somber gathering place for the funeral of Queen Aemma and Prince Baelon. The two were laid to rest on pyres, wrapped in white cloth.

Syrax, Rhaenyra's dragon, perched atop a hill overlooking the field, her eyes filled with sadness. Daenys approached her niece, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Daemon joined them, whispering in Rhaenyra's ear, "They're waiting for you."

Rhaenyra spoke in High Valyrian. "I wonder if, during those few hours my brother lived, my father finally found happiness."

Daenys' heart ached at her niece's words.

Daemon replied, "Your father needs you more now than he ever has."

Rhaenyra shook her head. "I will never be a son."

After a moment, Rhaenyra stepped forward bravely, her hand clutching Daenys' tightly. Syrax watched as Rhaenyra attempted to speak, but the words caught in her throat. She glanced back at her father, who did not return her gaze. Then she looked at Daenys, who nodded.

"Dracarys," she finally said.

Syrax crawled forward, her breath scorching the air as she ignited the funeral pyres.

Rhaenyra, unable to bear the sight of her mother's body burning, found solace in Daenys' arms. She buried her face in Daenys' chest, sobbing silently. Daenys stroked her hair gently, watching the flames with a heavy heart.

Daemon mourned for his brother and niece, but the look on Daenys' face was a dagger to his heart. He had never seen her so heartbroken.

While Daenys spent rest of the day comforting her niece, Daemon turned himself to the Brothel, surrounded by gold cloaks and sex workers engaged in various sexual activities. Words were sent that Daemon chose to celebrate his own rise.

After Viserys banished him for the stunt he pulled at the Brothel, Daemon stood at the doorway of Daenys' dimly lit bedchamber, his face etched with anger. He hesitated for a moment before entering, his footsteps echoing in the quiet room.

Daenys was lying in bed, wearing only her nightgown. The soft flames from the candles luminating her body. She looked up as Daemon entered, her expression neutral. "Daenys," Daemon began, his voice low.

Daenys closed her book. "What is it?" she asked, her tone expectant.

Daemon took a deep breath. "Viserys is sending me back"

Daenys' eyebrows raised. "Of course he did," she replied, her voice laced with sarcasm. "What did you expect?"

Daemon's jaw clenched. "Daenys, I-"

"You insulted Viserys' dead son, Daemon!" Daenys interrupted. "You played a dangerous game and lost. It's your own fault."

"It was a jest," Daemon retorted, his tone equally harsh. "A harmless jest."

"Harmless?" Daenys scoffed. "You're a menace, Daemon Targaryen."

Daemon's anger flared. "How dare you speak to me like that?" he growled.

Daenys replied, her voice rising, "You're selfish, arrogant, and cruel. You care about nothing but yourself."

She arises from her bed and stands in front of him.

Daemon stepped closer, his eyes filled with fury. "I care about you," he said, his voice low.

Daenys laughed bitterly. "You're a fool, Daemon." she said.

Daemon grabbed Daenys by her shoulders, "Don't you dare call me a fool," he shouts.

Daenys looked at him defiantly. "I will call you whatever I want," she said.

Daemon inched dangerously closer to her. 'Daemon, what-" She didn't even finish the sentence as he slammed her body the against the table. Daenys let out a whimper as loud as the thud of her back hitting the white wood.

"What-" He interrupted her again, "This little body deserves to be fucked until you're crying my name. I want to break you so harshly you feel me for days after for being disrepectful to me. Every time you sit down or walk, you'll remember me," He lifted her up in one swift movement and then setting her on top of the table.

She tries to hop off it but Daemon kept her pinned with a hand on her hip, with his other hand he pull riped the thin layer of the nightgown. He groaned when her soft round breast were set free.

"Dirty girl, wearing these,' He murmured, making her shiver. "Are you wet, princess?" He whispers in her ear.

She squeaks in response, "Daemon, no...we can't," she pleads half-heartedly.

"That's not what your body says, princess,"' he said as his hand brushes up her thigh to her clit, gathering her wetness and circling it slowly.

"Seems you're soaked, babysister," He smirked, "Is this for me?"

She doesn't respond, throwing her head back with a whimper as Daemon pinch her clit softly.

Sinking down, He kisses up her thigh before latching his mouth to her core, his tastebuds exploding with the sweet taste of her.

She moans as he circles her clit with his tongue, pressing a finger into her as well.

"Daemom, please,' she cries out breathlessly but he ignores her, adding another finger into her. He work her clit, inducing a string of moans from her as she tries to wiggle away from him.

"Daemon," she whispers, making him move his mouth away. He rise to his feet again, keeping his fingers inside her.

"What do you want, Princess?" He asks her, tilting his head mischievously, "Do you want me to stop?"

She bites her lip as he changes his angle and pace, stroking her insides deeper than before, "Tell me you want me to stop," He whispered while kissing her soft silky breasts,"Beg me." He starts biting and sucking her nipples hungrily.

She stays quiet, another moan escaping her lips. He increases the pace, making her pant as her walls begin to flutter against his fingers, "What do you want, Princess?" He ask her again as her orgasm threatens.

'I- I want," she drifts off, biting her lip to stop a scream as he adds a third finger. 'You want what?" He taunts her, knowing exactly what she wants from the way her core was throbbing.

"Make me come, Daemon. I-I want y-you" she chokes out in a sob as he increases the pace, sending her body into overdrive. "Your wish is my command, sister," he smirked, sinking down again, licking her clit. She cries out as her orgasm washes over her, her walls squeezing the life out of his fingers as she falls over the edge.

Daemon works her through it, not relenting until she is a panting mess. Standing to his full height, he encapsulate her lips in a harsh kiss, wanting her to taste herself on his lips. "What do you say?" He tilts his head with my eyebrows raised.

She gulps, her eyes wide again with innocence "Sorry,"' she whispers, her face flushing red. Daemon chuckled.

She helps herself off the table, and he watches her as she tries to cover herself with her hands. Before she could do it, He grabbed her hand.

"We're not done, yet," He warned her.

A/N : Double update. Cause I'm ovulating.

[anyca786]

"DRAGON'S EMBRACE"

Daemon Targaryen x sister!Targaryen

WARNINGS: canon typical incest/targcest (brother & sister), fluff, kissing, violence ( at the tourneys) (possible rhaenyra x aunt!Targaryen?! Idk)

Series

Daenys stepped into the Dragonpit, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and apprehension. The air was thick with the scent of sulfur and dragonfire, and the distant growls of the dragons echoed through the cavernous space.

A particularly menacing growl caught her attention. It was Caraxes, the Blood Wrym, Daemon's fearsome mount. The dragon, with its long neck and bright red scales, loomed over her, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly intensity.

Daenys approached Caraxes cautiously, her voice steady. "Be calm," she whispered in High Valyrian . "Remember me."

To her relief, Caraxes seemed to recognize her. The dragon's growls subsided, and it lowered its head, allowing Daenys to stroke its scales.

"Good dragon," Daenys praised, continuing to speak in High Valyrian. "You are a magnificent creature, a true beast of the skies."

Caraxes purred contentedly, its tail thumping the ground. Daenys pressed her forehead against the dragon's, feeling a surge of connection. "Good boy," she whispered.

Just then, Daemon entered the Dragonpit, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Came back after so long, and already on a mission to steal my dragon?” He grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Daenys rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress a smile. With a final pat to Caraxes' scales, she ran into Daemon’s arms.

He caught her effortlessly, pulling her into a warm embrace. “I’ve missed you,” Daenys mumbled into his ear, her voice soft and a bit breathless.

“I’ve missed you more, my love,” Daemon replied, placing a longing kiss on her cheek. “Though I’ve heard quite a lot about your adventure in the North, and let me assure you, I’m intrigued.”

Daenys rolled her eyes playfully, but a blush crept across her face. “Women have needs brother. And men in the North know how to satisfy their women.”

Daemon raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “Their women? Sweetheart, you’re mine.”

Daenys blushed and walked towards Nyx, her dragon, who towered over Daemon’s Caraxes. Daemon followed quietly.

“You have a wife, Daemon,” Daenys said, patting Nyx, who purred in contentment.

Daemon wrapped his arms around Daenys from behind, placing a passionate kiss on her neck. Daenys bit back a moan, her body tingling with anticipation.

“Aegon, the Conqueror, had two wives,” Daemon replied, his voice low and seductive.

“You’re no Aegon,” Daenys said, turning to face him with a smirk. She pulled him into a passionate kiss, her hands tangled in his hair. Daemon’s tongue fought for dominance, and he deepened the kiss, his hands exploring her body.

Suddenly, a low growl interrupted them. Daenys laughed, realizing Nyx was jealous. “Someone’s feeling left out,” she teased, turning to pat her dragon.

Nyx huffed but seemed to relent "Calm down, girl," she said, patting the dragon's snout.

As they stood there, the wind carrying the scent of the sea, Daemon turned to Daenys. "I'm glad you're home."

"Me too," she replied, her heart filled with a warmth she hadn't felt in a long time.

"Alright, I've got to meet Aemma and Rhaenyra," Daenys said, pulling away from Daemon.

But Daemon wasn't done. He pulled her back for another deep kiss, his lips moving against hers with a possessive urgency. Daenys melted into the kiss, her body responding to his touch.

Catching her breath, she finally managed to pull away. "I'll see you at the tourney," she said, her voice a little breathless.

Daemon grinned. "Don't be late."

As Daenys turned to leave, she couldn't help but glance back at Daemon. A soft smile played on her lips as she walked away.

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Daenys ascended the grand staircase to the balcony, her heart pounding with anticipation. The crowd below roared as King Viserys I addressed them, his voice carrying over the din.

"Be welcome! I know many of you have traveled long leagues to be at these games. But I promise, you will not be disappointed" the king announced.  

Daenys found her seat beside Rhaenyra, her niece, and gave her a warm smile. Viserys stood amidst the nobles, his voice booming.

"When I look at the fine knights in these lists, I see a group without equal in our histories. And this great day has been made more auspicious by the news that I am happy to share: Queen Aemma has begun her labors!"

"I'm yet to see your mother," Daenys said to Rhaenyra. "How are you, my sweet niece?"

"Pleasant, now that you're here," Rhaenyra replied, her eyes sparkling with admiration for her aunt. Daenys was everything Rhaenyra aspired to be or to be with.

Two knights, their armor gleaming in the sunlight, charged towards each other in the center of the stadium. On the second run, one was dismounted, sending the crowd into a frenzy. The winner approached the balcony, bowing.

"Who's that?" Daenys asked curiously.

"A mystery knight?" Rhaenyra replied.

"No, a Cole, of the Stormlands," Alicent Hightower, Rhaenyra's best friend, said.

Boremund Baratheon rode up to the balcony. "Princess Rhaenys Targaryen! I would humbly ask for the favor of 'The Queen Who Never Was.'"

The nobles exchanged glances. Rhaenys approached, dropping a wreath on Boremund's lance. "Good fortune to you, cousin," she replied.

As the tournament continued, Rhaenyra turned to her aunt and best friend. "Lord Stokeworth's daughter is promised to that young Tarly squire."

"Lord Massey's son?" Daenys asked.

"Mm-hm. They're to be married as soon as he wins his knighthood," Rhaenyra replied.

"Best get on with it. I heard that Lady Elinor is hiding a swollen belly beneath her dress," Alicent said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Boremund and Criston Cole, the mystery knight, clashed. Boremund was unseated, the crowd roaring with excitement. Harrold approached Rhaenyra's seat.

"What do you know about this Ser Criston Cole, Ser Harrold?" Rhaenyra asked.

"I'm told Ser Criston is the common-born son of Lord Dondarrion's steward. But other than that, and the fact that he's just unhorsed both of the Baratheon lads, I really couldn't say," Harrold replied.  

Daenys teased her niece. "You seem curious about the Coleman."

The crowd erupted in cheers as a Targaryen flag was raised, signaling the entrance of a group of knights into the arena.

"Prince Daemon of House Targaryen, Prince of the City, will now choose his first opponent!" the Master of Reveals announced.

Daemon rode out, his eyes scanning the assembled jousters. He finally settled on a knight wearing the Hightower sigil. Daenys couldn't help but smirk as she realized it was Otto Hightower's son.

"For his first challenge, Prince Daemon Targaryen chooses Ser Gwayne Hightower of Oldtown, eldest son of the Hand of the King," the Master of Reveals announced.  

Rhaenyra squeezed her best friend's hand, Alicent's face pale with worry for her brother.

Daemon glanced at the crowd one last time, making eye contact with Otto before charging forward. The two knights collided, their lances splintering upon impact. Daemon was hit and lost his lance, but he managed to stay in the saddle. Otto looked pleased.

Both riders were given new lances and charged again. At the last moment, Daemon swung his lance in front of Gwayne's horse's hooves, sending both tumbling over. Gwayne was injured but managed to get up, eliciting mixed reactions from the crowd and nobles.

Daemon rode up to the balcony, where Rhaenyra, Daenys, and Alicent stood.

"Nicely done, Uncle," Rhaenyra said.

"Thank you, Princess," Daemon replied, his eyes lingering on Daenys. "Now, I'm fairly certain I can win these games, Lady Alicent. Having your favor would all but assure it."

Alicent hesitated, sharing a glance with Otto before dropping a wreath on Daemon's lance. "Good luck, my Prince," she said.

With one last glance at Daenys, Daemon returned to the tournament.

Daenys frowned as she saw a maester whisper something in Otto's ear, who then relayed it to Viserys. Viserys looked nervous and stood up to leave.

"What's happening?" Daenys asked Rhaenyra.

"I don't know," Rhaenyra replied, her voice filled with concern. "Something must be wrong."

The tournament raged on, the crowd roaring as another knight was unseated. The fallen knight, however, refused to yield. He pulled his opponent off his horse and began to attack, his actions met with a mixture of cheers and gasps.

The attacking knight raised his axe, the crowd holding their breath. With a powerful swing, he brought the axe down, ending the fight with a sickening thud. The onlookers gasped, the weight of the moment heavy in the air.

A dead knight was dragged away, the tournament briefly pausing.

"Ser Criston Cole will now tilt against Ser Daemon Targaryen, Prince of the City!" the Master of Reveals announced.

Daemon and Criston prepared to joust.

Neither was dismounted on their first pass, Daenys watching nervously. They took new lances, the crowd's anticipation building.

As they collided again, the world seemed to tilt for a moment. Daemon landed on the barrier in the center of the arena, barely managing to stay on his horse before tumbling off. He pushed away a man who tried to help him up as Criston dismounted.

"Fuck," Daenys muttered, her heart sinking.

"Sword!" Daemon demanded, a squire bringing him his weapon.

"Prince Daemon Targaryen wishes to continue in a contest of arms!" the Master of Revels announced.

Criston approached Daemon, his morningstar gleaming. With a powerful blow, Criston hit Daemon from behind, pinning one of his arms to the ground.

"Yield. Yield!," Criston said, offering his hand to help Daemon up.

Daemon hesitated for a moment before yielding, swatting Criston's hand away as he stood. As he surveyed the crowd, his eyes met Daenys', who, along with Rhaenyra and Alicent, had run to the edge of the balcony.

Criston approached them. "I was hoping to ask for the Princess Daenys' favor."

Daenys smirked, tossing a wreath down to him. "I wish you luck, Ser Criston," she said.

"Princess," Criston replied, clearly blushing. Rhaenyra coughed, noticing the interaction, and all three girls burst out laughing.

But the laughter was cut short as Otto approached the balcony, his face grave. "The Queen is dead," he whispered to Daenys.

Daenys stumbled back, her knees buckling. Otto caught her, his voice filled with concern. "Princess," he said.

Daemon noticed the exchange, a worried line appearing on his forehead.

The Queen was dead.

A/N- Filler Chapter, next one will have some🌶

Aemma deserved better😔