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Im the original requester for the edmund pevensie series and I want to say that ur writing is so pretty omg đ¤đ
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Thank you soooo muchhhh!!!!! Iâm so happy that youâre loving itttt!!! This story is almost finished btw so I hope you are satisfied with it and will be happy! For the smut, I canât tell you that it will be good for suređ I already have the rest of the story written out and I will try my best to implement it into the story. I donât think I can be a full blown smut writer, Iâm just not that creative tbhđ
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Shadows and Starlight: {~Allies in War~}
Summary: Amid the chaos of war, a bitter rivalry between Edmund Pevensie and a formidable enemy leader begins to unravel into something deeper. As a fragile truce forms, both are torn between duty to their people and the undeniable connection growing between them. With political tensions rising, jealousies flaring, and the threat of battle looming, Edmund and the reader must navigate a delicate balance of loyalty, love, and sacrifice to secure peaceâand each other
Characters: Edmund and Peter
Pairings: Edmund Pevensie x Gn!Reader
Warnings: Bit of angst
Word Count: 1529
Taglist: @snowtargaryen @hippiedippiekitty
Chapter 4 â
The sky was dark, the sun barely visible through the thick clouds that had gathered on the horizon. The tension had been building for days, both within the camps and between them. But no one had anticipated the attack. It came swiftly, without warning, a surprise assault from a third faction that neither Narnia nor your people had expected.
It started with the unmistakable sound of hornsâshrill and urgent, cutting through the air like a blade. The camp erupted into chaos as soldiers scrambled to arm themselves, shouting orders and gathering into defensive formations. Edmund was among the first to draw his sword, his instincts kicking in as he barked commands to the Narnians.
You were already in the midst of the confusion, your own people mobilizing with the same urgency. It was as if the tenuous peace between your forces and Narnia had dissolved in an instant, replaced by the brutal reality of survival.
And then the enemy came.
They poured over the hills, armored and armed, a wave of dark figures that moved with ruthless precision. Arrows whistled through the air, striking down anyone too slow to react, and the sound of clashing steel filled the camp as the battle began.
You and Edmund found each other in the thick of it, your eyes meeting across the battlefield for a brief moment before the fighting consumed you both. There was no time for words, no time for hesitation. You moved as one, your swords cutting through the enemy with practiced ease, each of you watching the otherâs back as you fought side by side.
Edmundâs focus had never been sharper, but as the battle raged on, he found his thoughts drifting back to you. Despite the chaos, despite the blood and violence that surrounded you, there was an undeniable connectionâa trust that had grown between you over the course of these long, difficult weeks. Every movement you made was instinctive, as though you had fought together for years.
An enemy soldier lunged toward you, his spear aimed for your side, but Edmund was faster. He deflected the blow with a quick strike of his sword, knocking the soldier off balance and sending him crashing to the ground.
âCareful!â he shouted over the roar of the battle, his voice edged with concern.
You barely had time to nod your thanks before you were engaged with another opponent, your blade flashing in the dim light as you parried and struck with lethal precision. But even in the midst of the chaos, you couldnât ignore the way your heart raced whenever Edmund was closeâthe way his presence seemed to anchor you in a way that was both exhilarating and terrifying.
The battle was fierce, with neither side willing to give an inch. But as the fighting dragged on, the enemy began to close in, their numbers overwhelming the defenders. You and Edmund were forced back toward the center of the camp, where the wounded were being tended to and the remaining soldiers regrouped.
At one point, you found yourself pressed up against a barricade, panting heavily as you tried to catch your breath. Edmund was beside you, his face smeared with dirt and blood, but his eyes were sharp and focused. He glanced at you, and for a moment, the world seemed to narrow to just the two of you.
âWe need to hold this line,â Edmund said, his voice rough but determined.
You nodded, gripping your sword tightly. âIâm with you.â
And then the fighting resumed.
Together, you and Edmund held the line, fending off wave after wave of attackers. There were moments when it seemed hopeless, when the sheer number of enemies threatened to overwhelm you. But each time, you found strength in the other, an unspoken understanding that neither of you would fall while the other still stood.
As the battle dragged on, something changed. The enemyâs attack began to falter, their forces scattering as the Narnians and your people fought back with renewed vigor. Soon, the attackers were in full retreat, disappearing over the hills as quickly as they had come.
For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of labored breathing and the distant cries of the wounded. The battle was over, but the cost had been high. Bodies littered the ground, and the air was thick with the smell of blood and smoke.
Edmund sheathed his sword, his chest heaving as he tried to steady himself. He glanced at you, his expression unreadable, but there was something in his eyesâsomething raw and unspoken that made your heart clench.
âWe did it,â you said, your voice barely more than a whisper.
Edmund nodded, but there was no relief in his gaze. âFor now.â
Later, when the camp had begun to settle, Edmund found himself face-to-face with Peter. His older brother had been watching him closely throughout the battle, and now, with the fighting over, the questions could no longer be avoided.
âEdmund,â Peterâs voice was sharp as he approached, his blue eyes hard with suspicion. âWe need to talk.â
Edmund tensed, knowing what was coming. He could see the concern in Peterâs eyes, the way his brotherâs gaze flicked toward you, even as you stood on the other side of the camp, talking with your soldiers.
Peterâs words were low, but laced with accusation. âYouâve been reckless. Distracted.â
âIâve been doing my job,â Edmund replied coolly, though his pulse quickened.
âIs that what this is?â Peterâs eyes narrowed. âBecause it seems to me like your focus is elsewhere.â
Edmund clenched his jaw, refusing to meet Peterâs gaze. He had expected this confrontation for days nowâhad known it was inevitable. But that didnât make it any easier.
âIâm focused on the battle. On Narnia,â Edmund said, but even he could hear the strain in his voice.
Peter didnât let up. âAre you? Or are you too busy looking out for her?â
The accusation hit harder than Edmund had expected, and for a moment, he faltered. But then his anger flared, and he turned to face Peter fully, his expression hardening.
âSheâs not our enemy,â Edmund said, his voice low but fierce. âNot anymore.â
Peterâs gaze sharpened. âAnd what happens when she turns on you? What happens when this fragile truce falls apart, and youâre too blinded by whatever this is to see it coming?â
Edmundâs hands curled into fists at his sides. âYou donât understand.â
âNo,â Peter snapped, his voice rising. âI donât. I donât understand why youâre risking everything for someone who might betray us the moment itâs convenient.â
Edmundâs temper flared, and before he could stop himself, the words were out. âBecause sheâs different, Peter. Sheâs not like the others.â
Peter stared at him, his expression unreadable. âYouâre letting your feelings cloud your judgment, Edmund. We canât afford that right now.â
For a moment, neither of them spoke, the tension between them thick and heavy. Then, Peterâs voice softened, though the worry in his eyes remained.
âYouâre my brother,â he said quietly. âI canât lose you again.â
Edmundâs anger ebbed, replaced by a dull ache in his chest. He knew Peter was only trying to protect him, to keep him from making a mistake. But the problem was, it was already too late. He had let you inâhad let his guard downâand now, there was no turning back.
The aftermath of the attack had left your people shaken. The sudden assault had forced your forces to fight alongside the Narnians, and while it had been a necessary alliance, it left many of your soldiers uneasy.
In the command tent, your most trusted advisors were gathered, their faces grim as they discussed the events of the day. The question on everyoneâs mind was the same: Could they trust Narnia after what had happened?
âWe were caught off guard,â one of your commanders said, his voice heavy with frustration. âWe canât afford to let that happen again.â
You nodded, but your thoughts were elsewhere. You couldnât stop thinking about Edmundâabout the way he had fought beside you, the way he had protected you without hesitation. There was a bond between you now, something deeper than just a shared battle. But how could you reconcile that with the distrust your people felt toward Narnia?
âWe need to be careful,â another advisor said. âThe Narnians may have helped us today, but that doesnât mean they wonât turn on us tomorrow.â
A heavy silence settled over the room, and you felt the weight of your position more acutely than ever. You were their leader, the one they looked to for guidance. But how could you lead them when you werenât even sure where your own loyalties lay?
âI trust Edmund,â you said finally, the words escaping before you could fully think them through.
Your advisors exchanged uneasy glances, but no one spoke. The truth was, they had seen the way Edmund had fought for you today. They had seen the way the two of you worked together, how you moved in sync, almost as if you had been allies from the start. But trust was fragile, and with war looming on the horizon, any misstep could be disastrous.
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Shadows and Starlight: {~Rising Tempers~}
Summary: Amid the chaos of war, a bitter rivalry between Edmund Pevensie and a formidable enemy leader begins to unravel into something deeper. As a fragile truce forms, both are torn between duty to their people and the undeniable connection growing between them. With political tensions rising, jealousies flaring, and the threat of battle looming, Edmund and the reader must navigate a delicate balance of loyalty, love, and sacrifice to secure peaceâand each other
Characters: Pevensie siblings
Pairings: Edmund Pevensie x Gn!Reader
Warnings: Slight angst
Word Count: 1582
Taglist: @snowtargaryen @hippiedippiekitty
Chapter 3 â
The sun had barely begun its descent, casting a muted orange glow over the Narnian camp. The truce had held for days, though the atmosphere was far from peaceful. Each morning, Edmund could feel the weight of every glance, every whispered conversation that ceased the moment he entered a room. The rumors had spread, despite his efforts to keep his visits to your camp discreet. And now, with tensions rising on both sides, it was becoming harder to ignore the widening chasm between his duty and his desires.
Edmund sat at the edge of camp, his back against the rough bark of an old tree, watching the horizon. The quiet of the evening offered little solace, only serving to remind him of the conflict he felt inside. He wasnât sure when his focus had begun to waverâperhaps it was the first time he had looked into your eyes and seen more than an enemy. Or maybe it was when you had hesitated, just as he had, during that first brutal clash on the battlefield.
There was something about youâsomething that gnawed at him, made him question not only the war but his very role in it. Edmund had fought many battles, some far bloodier than this, but never before had he been so consumed with doubt.
He was startled from his thoughts by the soft crunch of footsteps approaching. He knew who it was even before he looked up. Lucy stood before him, her expression one of quiet concern.
âEd?â she asked, her voice gentle, as though she didnât want to startle him further.
âLucy.â He forced a small smile, though it didnât quite reach his eyes. âYouâre out late.â
âSo are you,â she said, taking a seat beside him. She studied him for a long moment, her eyes filled with a kindness that Edmund had always appreciated. But tonight, that kindness felt like a mirrorâreflecting back the turmoil he was trying so hard to hide.
Lucy didnât say anything at first. She simply sat with him, her presence as soothing as the cool breeze that rustled through the trees. Finally, she broke the silence. âYouâve been distant.â
He winced at the truth in her words, but he didnât deny it. âIâve had a lot on my mind.â
âIâve noticed,â she said softly, her gaze unwavering. âSo has Peter.â
Edmund tensed at the mention of his older brother. He knew Peter was watching him closelyâwaiting for him to slip. Peter had always been protective, but lately, his protectiveness had morphed into suspicion.
âI know what youâre going to say,â Edmund muttered, rubbing a hand over his face. âAnd I donât want to hear it.â
âWhat do you think Iâm going to say?â Lucy asked, her voice soft but firm.
âThat Iâm losing focus. That Iâm letting my guard down.â
Lucyâs brow furrowed as she considered his words. âNo, I wasnât going to say that.â She paused, choosing her next words carefully. âI was going to ask if youâre okay.â
Edmund let out a breath he hadnât realized heâd been holding. He turned to look at her, surprised by the genuine concern in her voice. It wasnât an accusation. It wasnât a warning. It was Lucy being Lucyâalways seeing past the surface.
âI donât know,â he admitted, the words slipping out before he could stop them.
Lucy leaned in slightly, her expression softening. âIs it about her?â
He stiffened, caught off guard by her directness. Of course Lucy would have noticed. She had always been the most perceptive of them all, even when they were children. She could see past the masks they all wore, could read the emotions that others tried so hard to hide.
Edmund didnât respond right away, but Lucyâs gaze remained steady. She wasnât judging him. She was waitingâwaiting for him to trust her with the truth.
âItâs complicated,â he said finally, his voice low.
Lucy nodded slowly, understanding more than she let on. âEd, I donât pretend to know everything about whatâs going on. But I do know you. And I know that you wouldnât be so torn if there wasnât more to her than just... the enemy.â
Edmundâs chest tightened at her words. He didnât deserve her faith. Not when he was keeping so much from his siblingsâhis family. But the thought of trying to explain everything, to put into words the connection he felt with you... it seemed impossible.
âPeter and Susan... they wouldnât understand,â he said, almost to himself.
âMaybe not,â Lucy admitted. âBut I think theyâd listen.â
Edmund wasnât so sure. Peter had always been the one to see things in black and white, right and wrong. And thisâwhatever this was between him and youâit didnât fit neatly into either category.
âI canât risk it, Lu,â Edmund said after a long silence. âNot yet.â
Lucy looked like she wanted to argue, but she held back. Instead, she reached over and placed a hand on his arm. âJust... donât shut us out, okay?â
Edmund nodded, though a part of him knew it was already too late. He was too far inâtoo conflicted, too caught up in his own emotions to untangle the mess heâd found himself in.
It was late, the campfire casting a dim glow as you sat across from Edmund. The talks had gone wellâat least on the surfaceâbut there was an undercurrent of tension that neither of you could ignore.
âYou seem distracted,â you noted, breaking the silence that had settled between you.
Edmundâs eyes flicked up to meet yours, but he didnât answer right away. Instead, he leaned back slightly, letting out a slow breath. âI could say the same about you.â
You smiled faintly, though there was no humor behind it. âI think weâre both distracted.â
For a moment, the air between you was thick with the weight of unspoken thoughts. There were things neither of you could sayâtruths that lingered just beneath the surface, too dangerous to give voice to.
âYouâve changed,â Edmund said after a long silence, his voice soft but firm.
You raised an eyebrow, surprised by his observation. âChanged how?â
âYouâre not as... certain,â he said carefully, as though choosing his words with the precision of a warrior picking his strikes. âWhen we first met on the battlefield, you were... relentless. Unyielding.â
âAnd now?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
âNow,â he said, his eyes locking onto yours, âyou hesitate.â
The words hit harder than you expected, but you couldnât deny their truth. You had changed. The war had changed you. But it wasnât just the warâit was him. Edmund had wormed his way into your thoughts, into your very soul, and now you found yourself questioning everything you once believed in.
âMaybe Iâm just tired,â you said, trying to brush it off, but the look in Edmundâs eyes told you he didnât believe that for a second.
âYouâre not tired,â he said quietly. âYouâre conflicted.â
The fire crackled between you, the sound almost too loud in the heavy silence. You stared at the flames, trying to gather your thoughts, but Edmundâs gaze never wavered. He was waiting for you to speakâwaiting for you to admit the truth you had both been avoiding.
Finally, you looked up, meeting his gaze head-on. âAnd what about you, Edmund? Are you conflicted?â
His jaw tightened, and for a moment, you thought he might not answer. But then he sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. âI am.â
It was the first time either of you had admitted it out loud, and the words hung between you like a fragile thread, ready to snap at any moment.
âI donât know what this is,â Edmund continued, his voice barely audible. âBut I know that itâs dangerous.â
You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry. âAnd yet here we are.â
He didnât respond, but the look in his eyes said enough. He didnât have an answerâneither of you did. All you knew was that the lines between friend and foe had blurred beyond recognition, and now, you were both caught in the middle of something neither of you could control.
In the command tent, Peter stood at the head of the table, his arms crossed as he stared down at the map spread before him. The other Narnians had already dispersed for the evening, leaving only Peter and Susan behind.
âHeâs slipping,â Peter said finally, his voice tight with frustration.
Susan looked up from her seat, her expression thoughtful. âYou donât know that.â
âYes, I do,â Peter insisted, his blue eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and concern. âHeâs distracted. Heâs letting his emotions get in the way.â
âAnd you think youâre not?â Susan countered, raising an eyebrow. âPeter, youâre just as invested in this war as Edmund is. Maybe even more so.â
Peterâs jaw tightened, and he shook his head. âThis isnât about me. Itâs about Edmund. Heâs... different. Heâs not himself.â
Susan stood, crossing the tent to stand beside her brother. She placed a hand on his arm, her voice soft but firm. âHeâs growing up, Peter. Heâs making his own decisions.â
Peter didnât respond right away, his gaze fixed on the map before him. When he finally spoke, his voice was quieter, more subdued. âI just donât want to lose him again.â
âYou wonât,â Susan said softly. âBut you need to trust him.â
Peter sighed, running a hand through his hair. âI donât know if I can.â
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Do u write smut?
To finally answer this question, I will if you want me to. Iâm not a smut writer or smut type blog but if you guys want me to write a one shot about for it or to add a scene in a series, I will try my best. Wont promise that itâll be good thođ
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Shadows and Starlight: {~ The Fragile Truce Word ~}
Summary: Amid the chaos of war, a bitter rivalry between Edmund Pevensie and a formidable enemy leader begins to unravel into something deeper. As a fragile truce forms, both are torn between duty to their people and the undeniable connection growing between them. With political tensions rising, jealousies flaring, and the threat of battle looming, Edmund and the reader must navigate a delicate balance of loyalty, love, and sacrifice to secure peaceâand each other
Characters: Edmund Pevensie
Pairing: Edmund Pevensie x Gn!Reader
Warnings: Slight fluff
Word Count: 1697
Taglist: @snowtargaryen @hippiedippiekitty
Chapter 2 â
The camp was quiet, save for the low murmur of soldiers gathered around fires, their faces lit by the flickering glow. The war had taken its toll on everyoneâphysically and mentallyâand tonight, even the most hardened fighters seemed subdued. The ceasefire had been called, but there was a tension in the air that was impossible to ignore. Everyone knew this truce was temporary. Fragile. And yet, as you stood at the edge of your camp, you couldnât shake the feeling that something far more dangerous than battle lay ahead.
The source of your unease stood just beyond the perimeter, his presence unmistakable. Edmund Pevensie had come to your camp under the pretense of negotiationsâdiscussing terms, strategies, anything to maintain the fragile peace that had been brokered after your last encounter. But you knew better. Edmund wasnât here for political reasons. He was here because, like you, he couldnât let go of whatever was growing between you, no matter how much he tried to deny it.
You watched as he dismounted from his horse, his movements fluid and purposeful, his face unreadable. The tension between you had shifted since that fateful day on the battlefield, when he had offered you his hand instead of striking you down. It was as if the very nature of your rivalry had changed, morphing into something neither of you could fully understand or control.
âEdmund,â you greeted him, your voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in your chest. You tried to keep your tone neutral, but there was no denying the undercurrent of something deeper.
He inclined his head slightly, acknowledging your greeting as his eyes met yours. For a brief moment, it was just the two of you, standing on opposite sides of a fragile line that neither dared to cross, yet both seemed drawn toward. But then, the moment passed, and Edmundâs expression hardened.
âIâm here to discuss the terms of the truce,â he said, his voice formal, though you could hear the strain beneath it. âWe need to ensure this ceasefire holds.â
You nodded, gesturing for him to follow you toward the central tent where the negotiations would take place. The camp buzzed with quiet energy as you led him through the rows of soldiers and tents, but no one dared approach. Your people regarded Edmund with wary eyes, their distrust of the Narnians evident in the way they tensed at his presence.
Once inside the tent, the two of you stood opposite each other, the low light casting long shadows on the canvas walls. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence thick with unspoken words.
âSo,â Edmund began, his tone clipped as he tried to steer the conversation back to politics, âyour side has been pushing for control of the northern borders. We canât allow that to happen.â
You folded your arms across your chest, feigning indifference even as your heart pounded in your ears. âAnd what would you suggest, Pevensie? We give up territory in exchange for your goodwill?â
His jaw clenched, his irritation evident, though he was doing his best to keep his emotions in check. âYou know as well as I do that this isnât about goodwill. Itâs about survival.â
The words hung in the air between you, heavy with meaning. This was supposed to be a negotiationâa purely diplomatic meeting to maintain peaceâbut it felt like something far more personal. Every word exchanged was a battle in its own right, each of you testing the otherâs resolve.
Before you could respond, the tent flap opened, and a tall figure enteredâone of your most trusted advisors, a man who had been at your side since the beginning of the war. He was charming, sharp-witted, and far too friendly for Edmundâs liking. You could see the change in Edmundâs posture immediately, the way his shoulders stiffened as your advisor greeted you with a warm smile.
âMy apologies for the interruption,â your advisor said smoothly, his eyes flicking to Edmund with only the briefest hint of disdain before returning to you. âI wanted to ensure everything was in order for the negotiations.â
You offered him a polite smile, nodding in acknowledgment. âOf course. We were just discussing the terms of the truce.â
As you spoke, your advisor stepped closer, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder in what might have been a gesture of supportâbut to Edmund, it was something far more irritating. His eyes darkened as he watched the interaction, his jaw clenching so hard you thought you heard his teeth grind.
Edmundâs voice was cold when he finally spoke. âI assume youâve been kept informed of the negotiations thus far,â he said, addressing your advisor with a pointed glare. âIt would be a shame for any misunderstandings to arise at this stage.â
The tension in the tent thickened as the two men locked eyes, neither willing to back down. You could feel the heat of Edmundâs jealousy simmering just beneath the surface, though he did his best to mask it behind a veneer of professionalism. Still, you knew him well enough to recognize the signsâthe slight tightening of his grip on his sword hilt, the way his gaze never quite left your advisor.
Before things could escalate, you cleared your throat, stepping between them to defuse the situation. âPerhaps we should focus on the matter at hand,â you suggested, your voice firm but calm. âWeâre here to discuss peace, after all.â
Your advisor nodded, though you could sense the underlying tension in his posture. âOf course,â he agreed, his tone smooth. âWe all want whatâs best for our people.â
Edmund didnât respond, but you could feel his eyes on you as you resumed the discussion, the charged silence between you more telling than any words he could have said. As the negotiations continued, you couldnât help but notice the way Edmundâs mood darkened whenever your advisor spoke, his irritation growing with each passing moment. It was as if the very idea of someone else standing at your side, advising you, grated on him in a way he couldnât quite explain.
By the time the meeting was over, the atmosphere in the tent had grown stifling. Your advisor left with a respectful nod, but the moment he was gone, you turned to face Edmund, your heart pounding in your chest.
âIs something wrong?â you asked, your voice quieter now that you were alone with him.
Edmundâs eyes flickered, and for a moment, you thought he might deflect your question. But then, with a frustrated sigh, he ran a hand through his hair, his expression softening just a fraction. âI donât trust him,â he admitted, his voice low. âHeâs too... familiar with you.â
You raised an eyebrow, surprised by his bluntness. âAnd why does that bother you?â
For a moment, Edmund seemed at a loss for words. His gaze met yours, and you saw the conflict thereâthe battle between his duty as a leader and the emotions he was struggling to keep in check. When he finally spoke, his voice was quieter, more vulnerable than you had ever heard it.
âBecause I donât want to see you get hurt,â he confessed, the words slipping out before he could stop them. âAnd I donât trust that he has your best interests at heart.â
Your breath caught in your throat at the raw honesty in his voice. This was not the Edmund you had fought against for so longâthe hardened, calculating king who never let his guard down. This was something else, something far more dangerous. Because it wasnât just concern in his eyesâit was something deeper, something that neither of you had acknowledged but both of you felt.
For a long moment, the two of you stood there in the dimly lit tent, the weight of his confession hanging heavily between you. It would have been so easy to push him away, to retreat behind the walls you had built around yourself. But something in the way he looked at youâlike you were the only person in the world that matteredâmade it impossible.
âI can take care of myself,â you said softly, your voice barely more than a whisper. âBut thank you... for worrying.â
Edmundâs gaze lingered on you, his eyes searching yours as if he was looking for something he couldnât quite name. The tension between you was almost unbearable now, the air thick with the unspoken connection that neither of you dared to acknowledge.
Finally, with a resigned sigh, Edmund stepped back, his expression once again guarded. âWe should continue this discussion later,â he said, his voice a little too formal, as if he was trying to regain control of himself.
You nodded, though you couldnât help but feel the loss of the moment that had just slipped away. âLater,â you agreed, your heart still racing as you watched him leave the tent, disappearing into the night.
The campfire crackled softly as you sat with your soldiers later that evening, the warmth from the flames doing little to chase away the cold that had settled in your chest. You couldnât stop thinking about Edmundâabout the way he had looked at you, the way his words had lingered in the air between you like a question neither of you were ready to answer.
Your people, however, were less conflicted. They had seen Edmund in your camp, had watched the way the two of you interacted, and now, whispers of doubt and suspicion were beginning to spread.
âYouâve changed since the truce began,â one of your most trusted soldiers said quietly, his voice carrying a hint of accusation. âPeople are starting to wonder if your loyalties are still with us.â
You stiffened, caught off guard by the bluntness of his words. âMy loyalties have never wavered,â you replied firmly,
though even you could hear the hesitation in your voice. âIâm doing what I must for our people.â
The soldierâs eyes narrowed slightly, his expression skeptical. âJust be careful. The Pevensies are not to be trusted. They have a way of getting inside your head... making you question things.â
You didnât respond, but his words hit closer to the truth than you were willing to admit.
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Your writing is so beautiful and descriptive omg <3
If you could make it a series, I'd be vv grateful! And !Jealous Edmund>>>
Once again, loved your writing <3
Shadows and Starlight: {~The Clash of Swords~}
A/N: First I would really like to apologize for taking so long to get this out! I was moving and had honestly lost motivation for writing and just could not get anything out. I am also a junior in highschool so I have been busy with school. But, I am now on my Christmas break so I will be posting one chapter every single day to make up for the lost time. Since I have missed yesterday, I will be posting the second chapter of this story later today! I love you guys so much and I really appreciate your patience!â¤ď¸
Summary: Amid the chaos of war, a bitter rivalry between Edmund Pevensie and a formidable enemy leader begins to unravel into something deeper. As a fragile truce forms, both are torn between duty to their people and the undeniable connection growing between them. With political tensions rising, jealousies flaring, and the threat of battle looming, Edmund and the reader must navigate a delicate balance of loyalty, love, and sacrifice to secure peaceâand each other
Characters: Edmund Pevensie
Pairing: Edmund Pevensie x Gn!Reader
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1674
Taglist: @snowtargaryen @hippiedippiekitty
Chapter 1 â
The battlefield stretched out before you like a storm on the horizonâchaotic, dangerous, and all-consuming. The metallic clash of swords, the dull thud of arrows striking shields, and the war cries of soldiers filled the air, creating a symphony of war that pulsed in your veins. But amidst the carnage, amidst the chaos and confusion, there was only one person you were focused onâEdmund Pevensie.
You saw him long before he saw you, cutting through the battlefield with swift precision, his sword moving as an extension of his arm. He was brutal and efficient, taking down every opponent who dared cross his path. The youngest king of Narnia had become your greatest rival, the one opponent you could never truly defeat, and today would be no differentâor so you told yourself.
As you watched him, a bitter taste formed in your mouth. Edmund Pevensieâso full of confidence, so sure of himselfâfought like he had nothing to lose. But you knew better. You had seen him falter before, had noticed the subtle cracks in his armor during your past encounters. Today, you would exploit them.
Your grip tightened on the hilt of your sword as you wove through the battlefield, dodging stray arrows and blocking attacks from nameless soldiers. Your eyes never left Edmund, and with each step, you felt the weight of your unresolved rivalry bearing down on you. It had been this way for years, an endless dance of blades and blood, but today, it felt different. There was something heavier in the air, something that made your heart pound with more than just adrenaline.
Finally, Edmundâs gaze locked with yours across the battlefield, and you saw the flash of recognition in his eyes. His jaw clenched, and his body tensed as he prepared himself for the inevitable clash. You could practically feel the electricity in the air between you, the tension coiling tighter with each passing second.
Without another thought, you charged toward him, your feet pounding against the muddy ground. Every other battle faded into the background as you closed the distance between you, your focus narrowing to the point where nothing else mattered but the fight that was about to take place.
Edmund met your charge head-on, his sword raised to intercept your strike. The clash of metal rang out like thunder as your blades collided, sending shockwaves through your arms. The force of the impact jarred your bones, but you gritted your teeth and pressed forward.
âBack again?â Edmundâs voice was cold, almost bored, as he parried your next strike with ease. âYou never learn, do you?â
His words stung more than you cared to admit, but you refused to let him see the effect they had on you. Instead, you pushed harder, your sword meeting his with a furious intensity. âYouâre one to talk, Pevensie,â you shot back, your breath coming in sharp bursts. âHow many times do I have to beat you before you finally stay down?â
A grim smile tugged at the corners of Edmundâs lips, though there was no humor in it. âBeat me? Thatâs funny, considering the last time we met, you were the one on the ground.â
The reminder of your previous defeat ignited a fresh wave of anger within you. The memory of Edmund standing over you, his sword poised to end your life, was one you hadnât been able to shake. But today, you vowed, things would be different.
You struck again, your sword whistling through the air with deadly intent. Edmund blocked the blow, his strength evenly matched against yours, and for a moment, the two of you were locked in a stalemate. The muscles in your arms strained as you pressed your blade against his, trying to force him back, but Edmund held his ground.
âYouâre getting slower,â he remarked, his voice taunting. âIs this the best youâve got?â
A growl of frustration escaped your lips as you pushed harder, finally managing to break the deadlock. You swung your sword in a wide arc, aiming for his side, but Edmund was too fast. He dodged the strike with practiced ease, and before you could react, he retaliated with a quick, calculated swipe that nearly knocked the sword from your hand.
Stumbling back, you cursed under your breath. Edmundâs fighting style had always been a mix of precision and brutality, and it was becoming clear that today would be no different. He was relentless, his strikes quick and unyielding, and though you were able to match him blow for blow, it was taking everything you had to keep up.
âYouâre slipping,â Edmund said, his voice tinged with mockery as he lunged toward you again. âGetting tired?â
âNot yet,â you snarled, blocking his attack and countering with a sharp thrust of your own. Your sword grazed his arm, drawing a thin line of blood, and for the first time in the fight, you saw Edmund falter.
His eyes flickered with surprise as he looked down at the wound, and in that brief moment of distraction, you pressed your advantage. You swung your sword with renewed vigor, driving him back step by step. The tide of the fight had shifted, and for the first time in what felt like years, you could see a path to victory.
But then, just as quickly as it had appeared, your advantage was gone.
With a swift, almost casual motion, Edmund deflected your next strike and spun around, catching you off guard. His sword lashed out, sweeping your legs out from under you with a speed that left you breathless. Before you could even process what had happened, you were on the ground, the cold, wet mud soaking through your clothes.
You gasped for breath, your body aching from the fall. Pain radiated through your ribs, but before you could recover, Edmund was looming over you, his sword pointed directly at your throat.
For a moment, neither of you moved. You lay there, panting, staring up at him in disbelief. This was it. After all these years, after all the battles and near misses, it had finally come to an end. Edmund Pevensie had you at his mercy.
âGo on,â you spat, your voice rough and filled with defiance. âFinish it.â
Edmundâs face was expressionless as he stared down at you, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. His sword didnât waver, the cold steel pressing lightly against the delicate skin of your throat. But despite his position of power, despite the fact that he could end this with a single strike, something in his eyes told you he wouldnât.
âIâm not going to kill you,â he said quietly, the words so unexpected that they seemed to hang in the air between you.
You blinked up at him, stunned into silence. This was a trick. It had to be. Edmund had never shown you mercy before, so why now? âWhat?â you breathed, your voice barely audible over the din of the battle.
âI said Iâm not going to kill you,â Edmund repeated, his voice steady but lacking the usual coldness that colored his words. He sheathed his sword and extended a hand toward you. âGet up.â
You stared at his outstretched hand like it was a viper about to strike. Your mind raced, trying to make sense of what was happening. This was Edmund Pevensieâyour sworn enemy. The one person you had spent years fighting against, the one you had sworn to defeat at any cost. And now he was offering you his hand?
âWhat are you playing at?â you demanded, still lying in the mud, too stunned to move. âIs this some kind of game to you?â
Edmundâs gaze didnât waver. âNo game,â he said firmly. âThis doesnât have to end with one of us dead.â
His words hit you like a punch to the gut. This wasnât the Edmund you knew. The Edmund you had fought time and time again would never say something like that. But as you searched his eyes, you realized that this Edmund, the one standing before you now, wasnât the same boy you had fought all those years ago.
You hesitated, the weight of his offer hanging heavily in the air between you. Everything in you screamed to refuse, to push his hand away and continue the fight. But something in his eyes, something raw and unguarded, stopped you. It wasnât just the offer of peace that he was extendingâit was something deeper. Something unspoken.
Slowly, tentatively, you reached up and took his hand. His grip was strong as he pulled you to your feet, and for a brief moment, the world seemed to still. The battle continued to rage around you, but in that moment, it was as if the two of you were the only ones left.
You stood there, face to face, your hand still clasped in his. Your chest heaved with exertion, your body aching from the fight, but all you could focus on was the way Edmundâs gaze had softened, the way his eyes lingered on yours just a moment too long.
âWhatâs going on?â you asked quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. âWhy are you doing this?â
Edmundâs jaw tightened, and for a brief moment, you saw a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. âBecause Iâm tired of this,â he admitted, his voice low but filled with a sincerity that caught you off guard. âThis war, this fight... it doesnât make sense anymore.â
You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could say anything, a voice called out from behind you, cutting through the tension.
âEdmund!â
The sound of Peterâs voice brought you both crashing back to reality. You turned to see him striding toward you, his face set in a grim expression. Behind him, Susan stood with her bow drawn, her sharp eyes flicking between you and Edmund with suspicion.
Edmund quickly released your hand, his expression hardening as Peter approached. But you couldnât shake the feeling that something had just shifted between youâsomething that couldnât be undone.
#fanfic#edmund pevensie x reader#narnia#narniafanfic#edmund pevensie#enemies to lovers#x enemy!reader#fanficseries#forbidden love#rivals to lovers#slow burn#shadows and starlight
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When's the Edmund one coming? :D
Itâs coming!!! Iâm really sorry for the lateness and me just not uploading, just a lot of stuff going on in my life and I honestly just forget that I even have people actually enjoying my writing and waiting for more so I really do apologize and Iâm about to post the 1st chapter, and I had lost like, everything so I am trying to figure that out.
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Hi! Could I request this for Daemon? I've been really interested in the whole haunting for Damon
in the latest season and just wanted charmed and thought Daemon might come across the spirit of his late ex-lover at Harrenhal. She was Otto's eldest daughter who passed away before they could wed. There's a chance that Otto mistakenly poisoned her instead of Daemon, in an attempt to stop their marriage. She confides in Daemon about the specifics of her death, and he finds closure by being able to embrace her, kiss her, and be intimate with her. Alys Rivers was someone she adored and cared for, perhaps as a motherly figure. Alys might continue to trigger visions of his former lover in Daemon, but not with harmful intentions; it could be rooted in her affection for her maternal figure. This could serve as the first part of a two-part series, and the suspenseful conclusion could be Alys' revelation that she intends to bring her back to life, potentially leading to Damon's unexpected shift in allegiance in the series đđâ¤ď¸âđĽ
{~Shadows of Harrenhal~}
A/N: First of all I just want to say thank you for requesting this!!! I am sooo sorry that it took me to song for me to write this for you! I really hope you enjoy this and I'm really sorry if it's not entirely what you wanted but I tried! đ
Summary: Daemon Targaryen encounters the spirit of his lost love, Otto Hightowerâs eldest daughter, who died before they could wed. Alys Rivers offers Daemon a way to bring her back, binding their souls but at a high cost. As heâs consumed by their supernatural connection, Daemon faces a painful choice: keep her and lose himself, or release her and find peace.
Characters: Daemon & Alys
Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Some Angst
Word Count: 1983
Tag List: @snowtargaryen @hippiedippiekitty
Part 1 ---

Daemon Targaryen never considered himself a man bound by ghosts. He took what he wanted, feared little, and answered to no one. But there was one shadow that followed him, one face that haunted his dreams in the depths of the nightâa woman he loved fiercely, his intended bride, taken from him before they could wed. She was Otto Hightowerâs eldest daughter, his love, his match, and a memory that clawed at his heart like iron scraping bone.
And now, they say, she wanders Harrenhal.
The torches cast jagged shadows across the cracked walls as Daemon strode through the desolate corridors of the ancient castle. Alys Rivers, dark-eyed and silent, led the way, her steps so light she seemed to glide. Daemon had come here on a whim, drawn by rumors of Alysâs talents. They spoke of her sight, her ability to reach beyond the veil, of a power that could evoke spirits, and conjure memories from the other side. Daemon had scoffed at such tales, but here he was, heart pounding with a hope he would not admit, even to himself.
They reached an old, nearly forgotten hall where the light seemed thinner, barely touching the cold stone. Alys turned to face him, her expression unreadable. âShe is near,â she murmured.
Daemonâs throat tightened. âBring her to me, then.â
Alys did not respond immediately; instead, she stepped back, her dark eyes meeting him with an expression that seemed both compassionate and haunting. With a few whispered words that faded into the stillness, she raised her hands, her fingers moving through the air as though drawing open a curtain unseen.
And then, Daemon felt itâa stirring, a ripple in the atmosphere. The air grew colder, tingling with a sensation he couldnât quite place as if something forgotten was being called to life once more.
Then he saw her.
She stood in the shadows, her form translucent yet unmistakable. She looked exactly as he rememberedâelegant and poised, with a softness that made his heart twist with longing. Her eyes, deep and expressive, locked onto his, and he took a step closer, not daring to blink, terrified she might vanish like all the memories heâd clung to for so long.
âDaemon,â she said softly, her voice carrying a warmth that cut through the chill around them.
His breath left him in a shudder. âGods⌠I thought Iâd lost you forever.â His voice was a hoarse whisper, filled with a rawness heâd never shown to another soul.
She smiled, though it was a sad, broken thing. âYou did lose me, Daemon. And not by fate or sickness, but by the hand of my blood.â Her voice trembled, anger mingling with sorrow. âI did not die by chance. My father took me from you.â
Daemonâs expression hardened. He had suspected Ottoâs hand in her untimely death, but hearing it from her lips was a dagger to his heart. âTell me what happened,â he demanded, his voice rough, desperate.
She paused, looking down at her hands, then back at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. âHe planned to poison you, Daemon. To ensure I would never stand beside you as your wife, to keep our marriage from bringing you closer to the throne. But he miscalculatedâŚâ Her voice broke, and she looked away, pain flickering across her face. âThe cup he brought me that night was meant for you. I drank it, thinking it a gesture of his blessing, of forgiveness. And as I lay there, gasping, as I felt the life draining from my body⌠he looked at me with horror.â
Daemonâs hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white as rage surged within him. âHe killed you to stop me. That insufferable snake took you from me.â
She nodded, her form flickering faintly in the cold light. âIn his eyes, I was a casualty⌠a necessary one to prevent what he feared most.â Her voice softened, eyes searching his face. âI only wish I could have said goodbye.â
They were silent for a moment, the weight of her words heavy in the air. Daemonâs gaze softened as he took a step closer to her, his hand reaching out, though he stopped just short of touching her. âI would have burned the realm to keep you safe,â he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. âI would have done anything.â
She stepped closer, her presence faint but solid enough that he could feel a sliver of warmth, a remnant of the life they had once hoped to share. âAnd I would have walked through fire for you,â she replied, a fierce glimmer in her eyes. âI would have given up anything to be by your side, Daemon.â
He reached out again, his fingers trembling, unsure if he would feel her touch or if his hand would pass through. To his surprise, he felt herâa chill against his skin, yet grounding, familiar. Her hands found his, delicate and weightless.
They stood in silence, foreheads touching, a thousand unspoken words exchanged in that moment. The years melted away, and for a fleeting heartbeat, it felt as if they were the same two souls they had once beenâwild, passionate, and bound by a love that defied the very gods.
Daemonâs hand moved up, cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over her skin as if memorizing her once more. âI swore youâd be mine,â he whispered, voice trembling with both rage and longing. âAnd now⌠I donât know how to let you go again.â
She placed a ghostly hand over his heart, her touch soft but resonant. âYou donât have to,â she whispered, leaning in until her lips met his.
The kiss was electric, a union of fire and ice. His heart thundered as he held her, feeling her presence consume him, grounding him as if she were still alive, warm, and vibrant. Time slowed
each kiss, each caress an echo of the life theyâd never had the chance to share. His arms tightened around her as if holding her would anchor her to him, to the world of the living.
When their kiss finally broke, she looked at him, full of sorrow and love. âDaemon,â she whispered, âyou must let me rest. But promise me⌠promise me you will never let him win. Do not let my death be in vain.â
He nodded, his jaw set with grim determination. âIâll avenge you and make him pay for what he took from us.â
Daemonâs hand slipped from hers as her form began to wane, her eyes glistening with the silent plea she had left him with: Do not let my death be in vain. He watched helplessly as her spirit faded, leaving behind an unbearable emptiness that seemed to deepen the shadows of Harrenhal.
Before the silence could swallow him whole, Alys Rivers stepped closer, her gaze steady and enigmatic. She observed him with the measured patience of one whoâd seen such grief many times before, her expression a strange blend of compassion and steel. She placed a hand on his arm, drawing his attention to her, breaking the spell of despair that had settled over him.
âYou truly loved her,â Alys said softly, a question and a statement all at once.
Daemonâs eyes blazed as he turned to her. âShe was everything.â His voice was a hoarse whisper, stripped bare of his usual pride. âBut that is why I will never forgive that serpent, her father. I would see the world burn to have her back.â
Alys gave a slow, deliberate nod, seeming to weigh his words. She stepped around him, the hem of her dark gown whispering over the cold stone. âI can bring her back,â she murmured, each word a tantalizing promise that hung in the air. Her gaze held his, unflinching. âBut such magic is costly, Daemon Targaryen. Some forces bind the dead to the afterlife, threads that, once severed, cannot be mended without consequence.â
Daemonâs fists clenched as he took in her words, a muscle in his jaw ticking. âName the price.â
She studied him for a long moment, and Daemon could feel her searching, reaching into the parts of him that he kept hidden. âYou would risk your very soul, your bloodline⌠even your crown, to bring her back. Once life is restored, it canât be undone again. She will come back to the world of the living, but such magic leaves scars.â Her voice softened. âAnd the price would not only be yours to bear. Those who defy death are never left unmarked.â
Daemon let her words sink in, the fire in him dimming with a slow, mounting horror. He could bring her back, but at what cost? Would she return whole, or would she bear some shadow, a remnant of the darkness sheâd been drawn from? And yet, could he walk away, knowing this chance existed?
He turned away, his gaze dark as he looked over the desolate hall. âWhat must I sacrifice, exactly?â
Alys tilted her head, her dark eyes shadowed and knowing. âYour life as you know it, Daemon. Your heart will belong to her⌠entirely, without room for another. And if you defy the magic or the price of it, her soul will suffer the consequences. The magic demands loyalty, and as such, it would demand yours.â
Daemonâs mind raced, visions of their past together flooding his thoughts. She had been his match in every wayâher laughter, her fire, her unyielding spirit, and the fierce, defiant way sheâd loved him. He couldnât count the times heâd dreamt of her, only to wake and remember that she was gone, lost to him by the hand of the one man heâd trusted least.
Alysâs voice was soft as she continued. âYou know she saw me as a mother, as a friend. I would never harm her. But bringing her back⌠it will bind us all together in ways that none of us can predict. The magic is as old as these stones. It cannot be controlled once it begins.â
He met her gaze, his eyes intense, a silent question in them. âYou would do this for her?â His voice was softer, guarded. âEven knowing the risk?â
Alys stepped closer, her expression softening with a trace of vulnerability. âFor her, yes. She was dear to me, and her loss⌠it felt as though Iâd lost a part of myself.â She hesitated, her gaze drifting as if looking into another world. âBut Daemon, you must understandâthis will change you. The Daemon Targaryen you know now will not survive unscathed. You might find yourself in conflict with those you once held dear, bound by forces that even you cannot defy.â
Daemonâs gaze darkened. His mind flickered to those he might be forced to forsake: his family, the throne⌠perhaps even the very kingdom he had once sought to rule. The sacrifices twisted at his mind, a hollow ache forming in his chest. Could he do this, knowing he might become unrecognizable to himself, bound to a fate he couldnât undo?
And yet, her face lingered in his mind, a flickering light in the shadows.
He closed his eyes, breathing deeply as he let his heart answer before his mind could. When he looked back at Alys, his resolve was clear. âI accept. She was my lifeâwhatever is left of me now is hers.â
Alys regarded him, a small, knowing smile curving her lips. âVery well,â she murmured, a flicker of satisfaction in her gaze. âBut remember Daemon, once this path is set in motion, it cannot be reversed. And if the cost becomes too great, the only way to save her will be to destroy yourself.â
Daemonâs eyes flashed with fierce determination. âIf that is whatâs required, then so be it.â
Alys gave a slight nod, her expression unreadable as she extended her hand toward him. âThen come, Prince Daemon. The ritual begins tonight.â
#DaemonTargaryen#DaemonxReader#HOTD#HouseOfTheDragon#Harrenhal#GhostLoveStory#ForbiddenMagic#AlysRivers#LostLove#TragicRomance#FanficSeries#Heartache#DarkFantasy#LoveAndLoss#SoulBond#TargaryenLove#Daemon x fem!reader
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Whispers Through Time: {~Whispers of Destiny~}
A/N: IT'S THE FINAL CHAPTERRRRRR!!!! I really hope you guys enjoyed this story and the journey in it!
Summary: After being mysteriously transported into the world of House of the Dragon, a modern-day woman poses as a seer to gain entry into the Targaryen court. Armed with knowledge of the future, she secretly warns Rhaenyra and Daemon of looming dangers while hiding her true identity. As she grows closer to both, romantic tension builds, but so do the risks of her deception. With Daemon's suspicions rising and Rhaenyraâs trust deepening, the reader must navigate her lies while trying to alter their tragic fateâbefore everything unravels.
Characters: Rhaenyra & Daemon
Pairing: Rhaenyra x Fem!Reader x Daemon
Word Count: 1125
Tag List: @snowtargaryen, @hippiedippiekitty
Chapter 10 (Final Chapter)

The dawn had broken across the sky, casting a soft, golden light over the Red Keep. The air was still, as though holding its breath in anticipation of what was to come. The reader stood at the window of her chambers, watching the city below slowly come to life. But her mind was far from the bustling streets of Kingâs Landing.
Last nightâs confessions weighed heavily on her, the truth she had finally revealed to Rhaenyra and Daemon still fresh in her mind. There was no turning back now. They knew everythingâor at least as much as she dared to tell. Her secret had been laid bare, and the future of Westeros teetered on the edge of uncertainty.
She could hear footsteps behind her, the quiet sound unmistakable. Turning slowly, she wasnât surprised to see Rhaenyra and Daemon enter the room, their expressions unreadable. They had come together, just as they always didâunited in everything, including the questions that still lingered in the air between them.
âYou didnât come to us this morning,â Rhaenyra said softly, her eyes scanning the readerâs face. âWe were worried.â
The reader forced a small smile, though the weight in her chest remained. âI needed some time to think,â she replied. âThereâs a lot to consider.â
Daemonâs sharp gaze lingered on her for a moment before he stepped forward. âYouâve been keeping a lot from us,â he said, his voice calm but with a faint edge of accusation. âNow that we know... whatâs next?â
The reader turned away from the window, facing them both. âI donât know,â she admitted. âI never planned to stay here this long. I thought Iâd do what I needed to and... leave before anything got complicated.â
âAnd yet, here you are,â Rhaenyra murmured, stepping closer. Her voice was gentle, but there was a firmness to it. âInextricably bound to our fate.â
The reader nodded slowly. She had been so carefulâso determined to avoid changing the future too much. But now, standing before them, she realized that her mere presence had already altered the course of events more than she could ever have anticipated.
âI thought I could control it,â the reader said, her voice barely above a whisper. âBut everything is different now. And I donât know how to fix it.â
Daemon crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing slightly. âMaybe itâs not something that needs fixing,â he said, his tone thoughtful. âMaybe this is how things were always meant to be.â
The readerâs eyes flickered with uncertainty. âYou donât understand. Iâve seen whatâs supposed to happen. Iâve tried so hard not to interfere, but... the closer I got to both of you, the more I feared I would change too much.â
Rhaenyra reached out, taking the readerâs hand in her own. âYou think weâll fall apart because of you,â she said softly, her thumb brushing gently across the readerâs knuckles. âBut fate is never as rigid as we might believe. Maybe it was always meant to bend.â
Daemonâs gaze softened as he watched the two women before him, his expression unreadable. He stepped closer, placing a hand on the readerâs shoulder. âThe future isnât written in stone. Whatever happens next, weâll face it together.â
The readerâs heart clenched at the warmth in their words, but the fear that had gripped her for so long still clung to her. She had spent so much time trying to distance herself from them, to protect the future she thought she knew. But now, she wasnât sure if she had the strength to keep pushing them away.
âIâm afraid,â she whispered, her voice trembling. âNot just of what might happen to you... but of what might happen to me.â
Daemonâs hand tightened on her shoulder, his voice low and steady. âYouâre one of us now. Whatever comes, you wonât face it alone.â
Rhaenyra squeezed the readerâs hand gently, her eyes filled with quiet determination. âYouâve already changed our lives in ways you canât even imagine. And we wouldnât have it any other way.â
The readerâs throat tightened with emotion, her heart swelling with the intensity of the moment. She had spent so much time running from her feelings, from the fear of what her presence in this world might do. But now, standing here with Rhaenyra and Daemon, she realized that perhaps fate wasnât something to be feared. Perhaps it was something to embrace.
âYouâre both so certain,â the reader said, her voice thick with emotion. âHow can you be so sure that this is the right path?â
Rhaenyraâs eyes met hers, and there was a fierce certainty in her gaze. âBecause youâre part of it,â she said simply. âWeâre stronger with you.â
Daemon nodded, his expression serious. âWhatever comes, we face it together. No more hiding.â
The reader swallowed hard, feeling the weight of their words settle over her. There was no more running. No more pretending that she could somehow keep herself apart from them. They had already bound themselves to her, just as she had unknowingly bound herself to them.
âI canât promise that everything will be perfect,â the reader said softly, her voice wavering. âBut... I donât want to keep running anymore.â
Rhaenyra smiled, her grip on the readerâs hand tightening. âThen stay,â she whispered. âStay with us.â
For the first time in what felt like an eternity, the reader allowed herself to breathe. The fear that had consumed her began to loosen its grip, replaced by a cautious hope. She wasnât sure what the future heldânone of them were. But for now, that uncertainty didnât feel like a burden.
It felt like a promise.
Daemonâs hand slipped from her shoulder, and he moved closer, his gaze intense as he looked between the two women. âWeâll carve our own path,â he said softly, his voice filled with quiet resolve. âTogether.â
The reader nodded slowly, a sense of peace settling over her. She had been so afraid of changing thingsâof disrupting the future she thought she knew. But now, standing here with Rhaenyra and Daemon, she realized that maybe the future wasnât something to fear. Maybe it was something to shape.
With them.
As the three stood together, a quiet understanding passed between them. Whatever the future held, they would face it side by side. The reader no longer felt like
an outsider looking in. She was part of this world now, as much a part of Rhaenyra and Daemonâs story as they were a part of hers.
And for the first time, she wasnât afraid.
Whispers of destiny echoed in the air, but for now, they were content to let them fade into the background. The future could wait. Because they were exactly where they were meant to be in this moment.
Together.
#house of the dragon#rhaenyra x daemon#rhaenyra x reader#daemon x reader#rhaenyra x reader x daemon#daemon x reader x rhaenyra#daemyra x reader#hotd x reader#Whispers Through Time
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Whispers Through Time: {~Unveiling Fate~}
A/N: Hey guysss! I just want to apologize for literally not updating this story for WEEKSSS! I had been really busy with school and then I had gotten sick and had chest problems. I really hope you guys enjoy these last 2 chapters of "Whispers Through Time"
Summary: After being mysteriously transported into the world of House of the Dragon, a modern-day woman poses as a seer to gain entry into the Targaryen court. Armed with knowledge of the future, she secretly warns Rhaenyra and Daemon of looming dangers while hiding her true identity. As she grows closer to both, romantic tension builds, but so do the risks of her deception. With Daemon's suspicions rising and Rhaenyraâs trust deepening, the reader must navigate her lies while trying to alter their tragic fateâbefore everything unravels.
Characters: Rhaenyra & Daemon
Pairing: Rhaenyra x Fem!Reader x Daemon
Word Count: 1254
Tag List: @snowtargaryen, @hippiedippiekitty
Chapter 9 --- Chapter 10

The reader stood in the dimly lit chambers, her mind racing from the events of the last few hours. Rhaenyraâs accusations still rang in her ears, and Daemonâs intense gaze seemed to burn into her soul even now. They had almost discovered her secret, the notes she had been leaving, warning them about potential threats and dangerous outcomes. She had narrowly avoided the truth being exposed, but the lingering sense of tension was palpable.
She paced the room, feeling the weight of the looming decision ahead. She didnât know how long she could keep hiding her identityâor the fact that she was behind the warnings. A part of her wanted to reveal everything, but the risk of altering the course of history still loomed large. She couldnât be sure what telling them would do.
The door creaked open, and the readerâs heart jumped into her throat. She turned, her pulse quickening, to see Rhaenyra stepping into the room, her violet eyes filled with curiosityâand something deeper.
âIâve had enough of these games,â Rhaenyra said softly, stepping toward the reader with quiet grace. âYouâre hiding something. And youâre going to tell me what it is.â
The reader took a shaky breath, trying to compose herself. She couldnât let this be the moment they discovered her truth. Not yet.
âIâve told you, Rhaenyra, Iâm not hiding anything,â the reader said, though even she could hear the tremor in her voice. She hoped the room's shadows concealed it from Rhaenyraâs sharp perception.
Rhaenyraâs lips pressed into a thin line. âYouâre lying,â she said, her tone calm but unwavering. âDaemon and I can feel it. Youâve been distant, withholding from usâespecially after you stopped those letters from arriving.â
The reader swallowed hard, trying to steady her breathing. She had intercepted a critical letter meant for Rhaenyra only hours beforeâone that could have revealed too much about the future and her warnings. If they had seen it, her entire ruse would have unraveled.
âI... I was trying to protect you,â the reader admitted quietly, stepping closer to the edge of the truth without crossing the line. âThere are things I knowâthings that could put your lives in danger. Iâve been trying to prevent that.â
Rhaenyraâs eyes softened slightly, but her expression remained guarded. âWhat things?â she asked quietly.
The reader hesitated, her heart thudding in her chest. She couldnât lie outright, but she also couldnât reveal the full truth. âIâve seen things,â she said, her voice barely above a whisper. âVisions, maybe. I donât know how, but... Iâve been trying to keep the future from falling apart.â
The admission felt heavy on her tongue, and she watched Rhaenyraâs face carefully, waiting for her reaction. The princess studied her for a long moment, and the silence between them stretched until it was almost unbearable.
Finally, Rhaenyra sighed softly. âYouâve been playing with fate,â she murmured. âAnd you didnât trust us to know?â
âIt wasnât about trust,â the reader replied, her voice filled with quiet desperation. âIt was about protecting you. I donât know what changing things will do.â
Rhaenyra stepped even closer, her presence overwhelming. âYou canât protect us from everything,â she said softly. âYouâve already put yourself at risk. Daemon and Iââ
âDaemon and you?â the reader interrupted before she could stop herself, her own turmoil spilling out. âThis is exactly why I pulled away. I canâtââ
She stopped herself, biting her lip as she turned away, but Rhaenyraâs hand caught her arm, stopping her retreat. âYou canât what?â
The room felt too small. The truth that had been clawing at the readerâs mind for days was on the verge of breaking free, and she didnât know how to stop it. âI canât do this,â she whispered, her voice cracking. âI canât let myself... care too much. If I do, I could change everything. Your future, your childrenâeverything I know about this world.â
Rhaenyraâs grip on her arm tightened. âYouâre afraid of loving us,â she said softly, her voice barely more than a whisper.
The reader turned back to her, her heart pounding in her chest. âYes,â she admitted. âIâm afraid of what loving youâand Daemonâwould do. Iâve already changed so much just by being here. If I let myself give in... what happens then?â
Rhaenyra was silent for a moment, her eyes searching the readerâs face. Then, slowly, she let go of the readerâs arm and stepped back. âYouâre right,â she said quietly. âYouâve already changed things. But youâre wrong about one thing.â
The reader frowned. âWhat?â
âYou donât get to decide what our future looks like,â Rhaenyra said, her voice firm. âThatâs for us to determine. Not you.â
Before the reader could respond, the door creaked open again. Daemon stepped inside, his face shadowed with concern. He glanced between the two women, sensing the tension in the room. âWhatâs going on?â
Rhaenyraâs eyes flicked to Daemon, then back to the reader. âItâs time we stop hiding from each other,â she said, her voice low but commanding. âAll of us.â
Daemonâs gaze shifted to the reader, his expression unreadable. âSheâs right,â he said after a long pause. âWe canât keep playing this game. If weâre to trust you, we need the full truth.â
The readerâs heart sank. This was itâthe moment she had feared for so long. She looked between Rhaenyra and Daemon, her mind racing as she tried to find a way out, a way to keep her secret without losing their trust entirely.
âIâm not from here,â she said finally, the words spilling out before she could stop them.
Rhaenyra and Daemon both stared at her, their expressions frozen in shock.
âIâm not... from this world,â the reader continued, her voice trembling. âI donât know how I got here, but... I know things. Things about your future, about whatâs coming. And Iâve been trying to stop it from happening.â
Daemon stepped forward, his eyes narrowing. âYouâve known about the future this entire time?â
The reader nodded, her breath hitching. âYes. Iâve known. And Iâve been trying to help without... without changing too much. But itâs getting harder.â
Rhaenyraâs face softened, but there was still an edge of caution in her voice. âWhy didnât you tell us?â
âI was afraid,â the reader admitted. âAfraid of what would happen if I changed too much. Afraid of... of getting too close to you.â
Daemonâs gaze was piercing, but there was no anger in his eyes. âAnd now?â
The reader swallowed hard, meeting his gaze. âNow, Iâm afraid I already have.â
For a long moment, no one spoke. The silence was thick, charged with the weight of everything left unsaid.
Finally, Rhaenyra stepped closer, her voice soft but firm. âYouâre not alone in this. Weâll face whatever comesâtogether.â
The readerâs heart ached with the warmth of Rhaenyraâs words, but deep down, the fear remained. The future was unraveling before her eyes, and she didnât know how much longer she could keep it from falling apart.
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Whispers Through Time: {~Trials of the Heart~}
Summary: After being mysteriously transported into the world of House of the Dragon, a modern-day woman poses as a seer to gain entry into the Targaryen court. Armed with knowledge of the future, she secretly warns Rhaenyra and Daemon of looming dangers while hiding her true identity. As she grows closer to both, romantic tension builds, but so do the risks of her deception. With Daemon's suspicions rising and Rhaenyraâs trust deepening, the reader must navigate her lies while trying to alter their tragic fateâbefore everything unravels.
Characters: Rhaenyra & Daemon
Pairing: Rhaenyra x Fem!Reader x Daemon
Word Count: 1436
Tag List: @snowtargaryen, @hippiedippiekitty
Chapter 8 --- Chapter 9

The flickering firelight cast long shadows across the stone walls, as if the castle itself held its breath in anticipation of what was to come. The reader sat by the window, her hands clasped tightly in her lap as she stared out into the distance. Despite the view of the restless sea below, her mind was elsewhereâwrapped in thoughts she had been avoiding for far too long.
She hadnât come to Dragonstone with any intention of stayingâlet alone forming bonds as dangerous as these. She had come with one purpose: to navigate this strange world with as little disruption as possible, to leave no trace of her presence beyond her carefully placed warnings. The risk of changing the course of events weighed heavily on her every decision, and yet...
âAre you troubled?â Rhaenyraâs soft voice broke through the silence, pulling the reader from her spiraling thoughts.
She turned to find Rhaenyra standing behind her, a small, curious smile on her face. There was something so disarming about herâa warmth that radiated even in moments of tension. It was that warmth, that strength, that had made it so difficult for the reader to keep her distance.
But she had to.
âIâm fine,â the reader replied, though her voice lacked conviction.
Rhaenyraâs brow furrowed slightly as she moved closer, her gaze never leaving the readerâs face. âYou donât seem fine.â She paused, as if weighing her next words carefully. âYouâve been distant lately. Is something troubling you?â
The reader forced a smile, though her heart ached at the concern in Rhaenyraâs eyes. âItâs nothing, really. Just... thinking about everything thatâs happening. The war, the Greens, the uncertainty.â
Rhaenyra studied her for a moment, her expression softening with understanding. âI understand. It weighs on us all.â She reached out, gently placing her hand on the readerâs. âBut youâre not alone in this.â
The readerâs breath caught in her throat at the touch, her heart thudding uncomfortably in her chest. She wasnât aloneânot anymore. And that was exactly the problem.
She had tried to keep herself detached from Rhaenyra, from Daemon, from everything. But how could she? Rhaenyraâs kindness, her fierce loyalty, her vulnerability... it had drawn the reader in, just as Daemonâs intensity, his sharp wit, and his protectiveness
had. They were both so different, yet both had managed to break through the walls the reader had built around herself.
But she couldnât afford to let herself get involved, not like this. She had seen too much, knew too much of what was to come. If she changed anythingâif she became too close to them, let her emotions take overâit could alter the course of everything.
âI... I canât,â the reader whispered, pulling her hand away from Rhaenyraâs.
Rhaenyra frowned, her confusion evident. âCanât what?â
âI canâtââ The reader swallowed hard, struggling to find the right words. âI canât do this. I canât be... close to you. To either of you.â
Rhaenyraâs eyes widened, a flicker of hurt crossing her face. âWhat do you mean?â
The reader stood abruptly, turning her back to Rhaenyra as she tried to compose
herself. âI never intended to stay here, Rhaenyra. I never intended to get involved in any of this. Iâm not supposed to.â
âYouâve already helped me so much,â Rhaenyra said, her voice soft but firm. âYour advice, your warningsâtheyâve saved lives. Youâve become a part of this, whether you wanted to or not.â
The reader closed her eyes, feeling the weight of Rhaenyraâs words settle heavily on her. It was trueâshe had become involved. But that was exactly what she had been trying to avoid. Her presence here, her influence, was already affecting things. She couldnât afford to let herself fall deeper into this world, not when the consequences could be disastrous.
âI donât belong here,â the reader said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Rhaenyra moved closer, her hand gently resting on the readerâs shoulder. âYou do,â she insisted, her voice filled with quiet determination. âYou belong here with us.â
The reader shook her head, stepping out of Rhaenyraâs reach. âNo, I donât. You donât understandâI could ruin everything. I could change things in ways none of us can foresee.â
Rhaenyraâs gaze softened, her eyes searching the readerâs face for answers. âWhat are you afraid of?â
The reader swallowed, her throat tight with emotion. âIâm afraid of changing your future. Of changing everything.â
Rhaenyra was silent for a moment, her brow furrowing as she tried to make sense of the readerâs words. âIs that why youâve been keeping your distance? Why youâre so hesitant with me? With Daemon?â
The reader hesitated, her heart pounding. âYes. I... Iâve already changed things by being here. If I let myself get closer to youâif I let my feelings take overâI donât know what will happen. And I canât risk that.â
Rhaenyraâs expression softened with understanding, but there was a trace of sadness in her eyes. âI see.â She took a step closer, her voice gentle. âI donât know what brought you here, or what burdens you carry, but I do know one thingâyouâve already changed our lives. And I donât believe thatâs a bad thing.â
The readerâs heart clenched at the sincerity in Rhaenyraâs voice. She wanted to believe that, wanted to believe that she could stay, that she could have a place here with Rhaenyra and Daemon. But the weight of the unknown hung over her like a dark cloud, reminding her of the dangers of tampering with the future.
Before she could respond, the door creaked open, and Daemon strode into the room, his eyes immediately narrowing as he sensed the tension between the two women.
âWhatâs going on?â he asked, his voice laced with suspicion as his gaze flicked between them.
Rhaenyra glanced at the reader, her expression conflicted. âWe were just talking.â
Daemonâs sharp eyes lingered on the reader for a moment before he turned to Rhaenyra. âAbout what?â
The readerâs stomach twisted with unease as Daemonâs attention shifted back to her. His presence always seemed to fill the room, his intensity making it difficult to hide anything from him.
âAbout my place here,â the reader said, her voice steady despite the turmoil churning inside her.
Daemonâs eyes narrowed, his lips curling into a slight smirk. âStill convinced you donât belong with us?â
The readerâs breath hitched at his words. Daemon had a way of cutting straight to the heart of things, and it unnerved her how easily he could see through her defenses.
âIâm not convinced of anything,â the reader replied, trying to keep her voice calm. âIâm just trying to figure out how to navigate all of this without making things worse.â
Daemon stepped closer, his gaze piercing. âYouâre not going to make anything worse. If anything, youâve made things better.â
Rhaenyra nodded in agreement, her expression soft as she looked at the reader. âDaemonâs right. Youâve become a part of thisâof us. You donât need to keep holding yourself back.â
The readerâs heart raced, her mind spinning as she looked between the two of them. Their words were kind, sincere, but the fear of the unknown gnawed at her. She couldnât shake the feeling that if she let herself fall too deeply into this, something terrible would happen.
âI donât know if I can do that,â the reader whispered, her voice barely audible.
Daemonâs smirk faded, replaced by a rare look of concern. âWhy not?â
The reader met his gaze, her resolve wavering. âBecause Iâm afraid of what I might change.â
For a moment, the room was filled with silence, the weight of the readerâs confession hanging between them. But then, Daemon stepped forward, his expression softening as he reached out to gently cup the readerâs cheek.
âYouâre not going to change anything that wasnât meant to be changed,â Daemon said quietly, his voice uncharacteristically tender. âAnd if you do, then weâll face it together.â
Rhaenyra stepped forward as well, her hand resting on the readerâs arm. âWhatever happens, you wonât face it alone. Weâre in this together.â
The readerâs heart clenched, the warmth of their words tugging at the walls she had built around herself. Despite everything, despite her fears, she felt the pull toward them bothâthe undeniable connection that had grown between the three of them. And in that moment, the reader realized that maybe, just maybe, she couldnât keep running from it forever.
But even as she allowed herself to soften toward them, the fear still lingered in the back of her mind. The trials of the heart were far from over, and the consequences of her choices had yet to unfold.
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Hiii, may I be added to ur tag list for secrets whispered through time? đ
Yess, of course. Sorry for the late reply! :( I have been really busy.
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SORRY! Plus announcement!!!
Well, first of all, I just want to apologize for not posting and updating my House of the Dragon series!!! I have just been really busy and just not had the time so that is why I have decided to post TWO chapters for ya'll! I hope you guys enjoy it! The next thing I have to say is that right when "Whispers Through Time" is finished (10 chapters only!!) I WILL be starting the next series trying to go based off of that request for my Edmund Pevensie one-shot since they have now requested to make it a series so I really hope you guys end up enjoying that as well! That's all! "Whispers Through Time" is almost finished so I hope you guys enjoy the last few chapters that I have made! Thanks! Have a good day/night!!!!
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Whispers Through Time: {~Revealing the Truth~}
Summary: After being mysteriously transported into the world of House of the Dragon, a modern-day woman poses as a seer to gain entry into the Targaryen court. Armed with knowledge of the future, she secretly warns Rhaenyra and Daemon of looming dangers while hiding her true identity. As she grows closer to both, romantic tension builds, but so do the risks of her deception. With Daemon's suspicions rising and Rhaenyraâs trust deepening, the reader must navigate her lies while trying to alter their tragic fateâbefore everything unravels.
Characters: Rhaenyra & Daemon
Pairing: Rhaenyra x Fem!Reader x Daemon
Word Count: 1106
Tag List: @snowtargaryen
Chapter 7 --- Chapter 8

The candlelight flickered over the faces of the trio, casting long shadows that danced across the cold stone walls. The weight of the moment settled thickly in the room, silence punctuated only by the soft crackle of the fire and the distant clatter of footsteps outside. The air between them felt charged, every breath heavy with anticipation.
Rhaenyra stood near the hearth, her hands clasped in front of her as she studied the reader with careful eyes. There was warmth in her gaze, but it was edged with something harderâuncertainty, perhaps even suspicion. Daemon lingered closer to the door, his presence as commanding as ever, though his expression was more relaxed. The subtle tilt of his lips suggested he found the situation amusing, though beneath the surface, he was every bit as alert.
The reader, caught between them both, felt the gravity of the moment. She had been careful, incredibly so, but now, the game was up. They had found her notes, pieced together the warnings and advice that had seemed to appear from nowhere. Rhaenyra had demanded this meeting, and Daemon, loyal to his wife, had come with her. Now, they wanted answers.
âYou've been leaving us... these,â Rhaenyra started, holding out the parchment that contained the most recent warning, her voice calm but edged with steel. âYour words have proven to be true so far, but youâve been hiding your intentions.â
The reader swallowed, her heart hammering in her chest. She had expected this moment to come eventually, but not like thisâso sudden, with both of them confronting her. She tried to keep her face neutral, though she could feel her pulse quicken under Rhaenyraâs sharp gaze.
âI had to be cautious,â the reader said quietly, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. âYou would not have believed me otherwise.â
Daemon moved closer, his eyes narrowing as he studied her, though his tone was teasing. âOh, weâre well past the point of disbelief. Youâve proven yourself far too knowledgeable for a simple midwife.â He tilted his head slightly. âWhat exactly are you?â
Rhaenyraâs gaze flickered to Daemon briefly before settling back on the reader. âYou claim to be a seer,â she said, her tone careful. âBut your warnings, they seem almost too precise. Almost as ifâŚâ She trailed off, leaving the implication hanging in the air.
The reader took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. She had to choose her words carefully. âI never said I was a seer,â she corrected gently. âThat is what you assumed.â
Rhaenyraâs lips tightened. âThen what are you? How do you know whatâs coming?â
There was no easy answer. The reader had thought long and hard about this moment, about what she could say if they ever confronted her. She couldnât reveal the truthâthat she was from a world far beyond theirs, that she knew their history because it had already been written in her own world. It would make her sound mad. So, she offered them the best version of the truth she could manage.
âI have dreams,â the reader said softly, her eyes locking with Rhaenyraâs. âDreams of things that have not yet come to pass. They are vague, fragmented, but I see enough to understand that some events... can be prevented.â
Rhaenyra seemed to consider this for a moment, her brows furrowing. âSo you dream of the future,â she said slowly. âAnd youâve used that knowledge to warn us?â
The reader nodded, feeling the tension between them ease slightly. âYes,â she said, keeping her voice calm and measured. âIâve only ever wanted to help.â
Daemonâs eyes flickered with something unreadable as he crossed his arms, leaning against the table. âAnd why help us? What do you gain from this?â
The reader hesitated. She couldnât tell them the real reasonâthat she was trying to survive in a world that wasnât her own, that she had no choice but to align herself with them because they were her best chance at safety. Instead, she chose the safest explanation.
âBecause I believe in your cause,â she said finally, her voice soft but resolute. âI believe that you are the rightful rulers of Westeros. And I believe that the Seven Kingdoms will suffer if your enemies succeed.â
Rhaenyraâs eyes softened slightly, though there was still wariness in her gaze. âYou could have come to me,â she said quietly. âYou could have told me the truth from the beginning.â
The reader dropped her gaze to the floor, guilt gnawing at her. âI didnât know if you would trust me,â she admitted. âI thought... if I could prove my knowledge first, if I could show you I was telling the truth...â
Daemon let out a low chuckle, though there was no malice in it. âYouâve certainly made an impression.â
The readerâs heart ached with the weight of her lies. She had never meant to deceive them, not really. She had only wanted to protect them from the terrible fates that awaited them if they followed the path history had laid out. But now, standing here in front of them, she realized how tangled things had become.
Rhaenyra moved closer, her expression softening as she placed a hand on the readerâs arm. âI understand,â she said quietly. âBut if we are to trust you, there can be no more secrets between us.â
The reader nodded, meeting her gaze. âNo more secrets.â
Daemon, who had been watching the exchange with amusement, finally pushed off the table and moved to stand beside Rhaenyra. âYouâve earned our trust,â he said, his voice low. âBut make no mistakeâwe will be watching you closely.â
The reader felt a shiver run down her spine at the weight of his words. She had gained their trust, but it was fragile, precarious. One misstep, and it could all come crumbling down.
Rhaenyraâs hand lingered on her arm for a moment longer before she stepped back, her gaze still intent. âYou will stay by my side,â she said firmly. âI want to know more about these dreams of yours.â
âAnd I,â Daemon added, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. âWe will unravel your mystery, one way or another.â
The reader nodded, knowing that the path ahead was fraught with danger. But for now, she had bought herself time. Time to figure out what to do next. Time to find a way to prevent the future from unraveling before her very eyes.
As she left the room with them, she couldnât help but feel the weight of their trustâand the danger that came with itâpressing down on her like a cloak of iron. There was no turning back now.
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Whispers Through Time: {~Shadows of Suspicion~}
Summary: After being mysteriously transported into the world of House of the Dragon, a modern-day woman poses as a seer to gain entry into the Targaryen court. Armed with knowledge of the future, she secretly warns Rhaenyra and Daemon of looming dangers while hiding her true identity. As she grows closer to both, romantic tension builds, but so do the risks of her deception. With Daemon's suspicions rising and Rhaenyraâs trust deepening, the reader must navigate her lies while trying to alter their tragic fateâbefore everything unravels.
Characters: Rhaenyra & Daemon
Pairing: Rhaenyra x Fem!Reader x Daemon
Word Count: 1383
Tag List: @snowtargaryen
Chapter 6 --- Chapter 7

The tension in Kingâs Landing was mounting.
You could feel the shift in the air every time you walked through the castleâs halls. Eyes lingered on you for just a moment too long, hushed whispers followed your movements, and the weight of suspicion grew heavier with each passing day. The silent game of intrigue you had started was becoming more dangerous than you ever anticipated.
Daemonâs words haunted you. Secrets donât stay hidden forever, Y/N.
He had known. Or at least, suspected. And Rhaenyraâthere was no doubt in your mind that she had already started connecting the dots. The princess had become colder in your presence, her once friendly demeanor replaced by something much more calculating.
You had managed to keep your secrets for this long, but how much longer could you maintain the facade?
You sat in the dim light of your chambers, a piece of parchment laid before you. The next warning was written carefully, the ink still drying as you watched the words you had
crafted to change the course of history. Each note you left was like a ripple in the timeline, spreading outward and impacting events in ways you could never fully control.
The next message was vitalâone that would steer Rhaenyraâs decisions in a crucial way, altering the fragile balance of power.
But this time, you hesitated.
The previous close encounters with both Rhaenyra and Daemon had shaken you more than you cared to admit. Your heart still pounded at the memory of Daemonâs smirk, his quiet threat, and Rhaenyraâs piercing gaze as she subtly questioned your every move. One wrong step, and it could all come crashing down.
Yet you couldnât stop. Too much was at stake now. You had already planted the seeds, and now they had to be watered. Carefully, delicately, you folded the note, preparing to deliver it when the time was right.
You hadnât seen Daemon in the last few days, and part of you had hoped that perhaps his interest had waned. But when you least expected it, he made his presence known.
It was late in the evening when you found yourself outside in the garden courtyard, seeking solace in the cool night air. The stars above twinkled faintly, and the quiet hum of the distant city offered a rare sense of peace.
âOut enjoying the evening, are we?â a familiar voice drawled from behind you.
Your pulse quickened, but you forced yourself to remain calm as you turned to see Daemon standing just a few paces away, his usual smirk plastered across his face.
âI needed some air,â you replied evenly, your heart racing despite your calm tone.
Daemon stepped closer, his hands casually resting at his sides, though you could feel the tension radiating from him. He studied you for a long moment, his gaze sharp and probing.
âIâve been thinking,â he said, his voice low and dangerously smooth, âabout you.â
You swallowed, your throat suddenly dry. âAbout me, my lord?â
Daemon took another step closer, his eyes never leaving yours. âYouâre quite the enigma, arenât you? Appearing out of nowhere, earning the favor of the princess, slipping through the cracks like a shadow.â
Your mind raced, searching for a response that would divert his attention without raising further suspicion. âI serve the realm, as any loyal subject should,â you said carefully, avoiding his direct challenge.
His smirk deepened. âDo you, though?â
Before you could reply, Daemon leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper. âEveryone here has a role to play. I wonderâwhatâs yours?â
You forced yourself to hold his gaze, even though every instinct screamed at you to run. Daemon was no fool. He was testing you, pushing your limits to see how far he could go before you broke.
But you couldnât break. Not now.
âI am but a healer, my lord,â you said softly, your voice steady despite the pounding of your heart. âNothing more.â
Daemonâs eyes narrowed slightly, and for a moment, you thought he might press further. But then, just as quickly as the tension had risen, it dissipated. He straightened, his smirk returning to its usual playful expression.
âWeâll see,â he said cryptically before turning and walking away, leaving you standing there in the dark garden, your heart still racing from the encounter.
You had passed his test this time, but how much longer could you keep this up?
The following morning, the air in the castle was buzzing with anticipation. A high-ranking visitor had arrived at court, though the details were being kept under wraps. You could hear the servants whispering about it in the corridors, speculating on who it could be and what their business might entail.
You knew better than to ask questions openly, but your curiosity burned all the same. The arrival of someone important always shifted the balance of power in subtle ways, and you couldnât afford to be caught off guard.
As the day wore on, you noticed the increased activity within the Red Keep. Servants rushed about, preparing for what you assumed would be a private meeting between the royal family and their guest. It was clear that whatever business was being conducted, it was meant to stay behind closed doors.
But then, by sheer chance, you overheard a conversation between two courtiers that set your mind spinning.
âIt is him, isnât it?â one of the courtiers whispered, glancing around nervously.
The other nodded, lowering their voice. âYes. The Prince of Dorne.â
Your heart skipped a beat. The Prince of Dorne? Here?
You couldnât help but feel a spark of intrigue. The presence of Dorne in Kingâs Landing meant there were discussions of alliancesâor, worse yet, potential conflict. This was information that could change everything if used wisely.
And it was information that Rhaenyra needed to know. But how?
The weight of the folded parchment felt heavier in your hands than ever before as you made your way through the shadowy corridors of the Red Keep. You had to be even more careful now, knowing that Daemonâs eyes were on you and Rhaenyraâs suspicions had grown.
The Prince of Dorneâs arrival was significant. You couldnât ignore it. But you also couldnât deliver the note in the usual placeânot after your recent encounters. You needed to be smarter, more careful.
You made your way to the hidden alcove in a part of the Keep that was seldom used. The old stone walls loomed around you, the only sound the soft echo of your footsteps. You checked your surroundings carefully, ensuring that no one had followed you.
After what felt like an eternity of waiting in the silence, you slipped the folded note into the small crevice in the stone. It was a new hiding spotâone you had discovered by chanceâbut it was discreet enough that only someone who knew where to look would ever find it.
You took a deep breath, feeling the tension in your shoulders ease slightly. The warning was delivered. Now, all you could do was wait and hope that it reached the right hands.
But as you turned to leave, a flicker of movement in the shadows caught your eye.
You froze, your heart leaping into your throat.
Someone had been watching you.
You could feel the blood drain from your face as you stood there, paralyzed with fear. For a moment, the world seemed to stand still as you tried to process what had just happened. Someone had been following you. But who?
Had Daemon sent someone to spy on you? Had Rhaenyra finally figured out that you were the one leaving the notes?
Your mind raced, but there was no time to think. You had to moveânow.
Without looking back, you quickly made your way down the corridor, your footsteps soft but swift. You couldnât let them catch you. You couldnât let them know that you had seen them. Whoever it was, they had been careful, staying in the shadows, watching from a distance. But their presence had been undeniable.
You didnât stop until you reached the safety of your chambers, your heart still pounding in your chest. Whoever was following you knew somethingâand that knowledge could be your undoing.
You were running out of time. The game of shadows and secrets had just become much more dangerous.
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Whispers Through Time: {~Unexpected Encounters~}
Summary: After being mysteriously transported into the world of House of the Dragon, a modern-day woman poses as a seer to gain entry into the Targaryen court. Armed with knowledge of the future, she secretly warns Rhaenyra and Daemon of looming dangers while hiding her true identity. As she grows closer to both, romantic tension builds, but so do the risks of her deception. With Daemon's suspicions rising and Rhaenyraâs trust deepening, the reader must navigate her lies while trying to alter their tragic fateâbefore everything unravels.
Characters: Rhaenyra & Daemon
Pairing: Rhaenyra x Fem!Reader x Daemon
Word Count: 1521
Tag List: @snowtargaryen
Chapter 5 --- Chapter 6

The days following your tense encounter with Rhaenyra passed with agonizing slowness. You worked diligently, keeping to your tasks, always mindful of the eyes that followed you through the halls. Daemonâs scrutiny had intensified, though he still hadnât confronted you directly. His gaze was like a shadowâconstant, unnerving.
Rhaenyra, on the other hand, had become more aloof. You had noticed her lingering looks, her growing hesitance in conversation. It was clear she was piecing things together, but how much did she truly know? The tension between you and the princess was palpable, hanging in the air like a storm waiting to break.
But it wasnât just Rhaenyra who weighed on your mind.
Daemon was always watching, always lurking. You could feel itâhis presence, his curiosityâand it unnerved you more than anything else. Though your interactions had been brief and polite, his growing suspicion was impossible to ignore.
Still, the warnings had to continue. You couldnât stop now. You had already set events into motion, and there was no turning back. The next warning would be the most dangerous yet, and you knew it had to be delivered soon.
It was late afternoon when you found yourself in one of the less frequented wings of the Keep. The hallways were quiet, the only sound your soft footsteps on the cold stone floors. You were on your way to check on supplies, something you had become well-versed in since assuming your fabricated role as a midwife. It was a simple task, one that allowed you the time to plan your next move.
As you turned a corner, you came face to face with Rhaenyra.
You froze, startled by the sudden encounter. Rhaenyra looked equally surprised but quickly composed herself, her expression unreadable.
âY/N,â she greeted, her voice calm, though there was an edge to it that you couldnât quite place.
You bowed your head slightly in response, trying to steady your racing heart. âPrincess.â
For a moment, neither of you spoke. The silence stretched between you, thick with unspoken words. You could see the questions in her eyes, the subtle curiosity, the cautious distance she had begun to keep.
âHow do you find your work here in the Keep?â she asked, her tone conversational, but you sensed there was more behind her words.
âIt has been fulfilling, my princess,â you replied carefully. âI am grateful for the opportunity to serve.â
Rhaenyraâs gaze lingered on you, as if weighing your words. She took a small step closer, her presence commanding despite the calmness of the exchange.
âThere are many in this court who believe they know whatâs best for the realm,â she said softly, her eyes never leaving yours. âBut few are as prepared as they think.â
Your breath caught in your throat. Was she testing you again? Did she suspect that you were the one leaving the notes?
âI hope that those in power will continue to act with wisdom,â you replied, keeping your voice steady despite the anxiety creeping up your spine.
Rhaenyraâs lips twitched into a faint smile, but it was fleeting. Her gaze sharpened, and for a brief moment, you wondered if she was about to confront you then and there. But instead, she merely nodded.
âWisdom is a rare gift,â she said, her voice softer now, almost contemplative. âI hope you are as wise as you seem.â
With that, she turned and continued down the corridor, leaving you standing there with your heart hammering in your chest. The encounter had been brief, but the weight of it lingered long after Rhaenyra had disappeared from view.
She knew something. But how much?
That night, you couldnât shake the memory of your conversation with Rhaenyra. You had been careful, but it was clear that she was starting to grow suspicious. The danger was becoming more tangible with each passing day.
And then there was Daemon.
The man was an enigma, his unpredictability making him all the more dangerous. You had avoided him as best you could, but you knew it was only a matter of time before your paths crossed again. And when they did, you had to be prepared.
The encounter came sooner than expected.
You had just finished tending to a patientâa young woman recovering from childbirthâand were making your way back to your chambers when you spotted Daemon standing at the end of the hallway. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his expression unreadable as he watched you approach.
Your heart skipped a beat. There was no avoiding him now.
âLord Daemon,â you greeted, trying to keep your voice steady as you bowed your head in respect.
Daemon didnât move from his position, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made your skin prickle. He tilted his head slightly, his lips curling into that familiar smirk that always seemed to carry an air of danger.
âYouâve been busy,â he remarked, his tone casual, but there was an edge to it that set you on high alert.
âI do what is asked of me,â you replied, forcing yourself to meet his gaze.
Daemon pushed off the wall, taking a step closer. His presence was overwhelming, filling the narrow hallway with a sense of menace that made your pulse quicken.
âAnd what exactly is it that youâve been asked to do?â he asked, his voice low and dangerous.
Your heart raced, but you kept your expression neutral. âI am here to tend to the needs of the people, as always.â
Daemon chuckled softly, though there was no warmth in the sound. âTending to the needs of the people,â he repeated, his eyes narrowing slightly. âAn admirable role.â
He took another step closer, his gaze never leaving yours. âBut youâve always struck me as someone who⌠knows more than they let on.â
Your breath caught in your throat. Was this it? Had Daemon figured out your role in the warnings?
âI am but a humble servant, my lord,â you replied, keeping your tone calm despite the panic rising in your chest.
Daemon studied you for a long moment, his smirk never faltering. Then, without warning, he leaned in close, his voice a low whisper.
âSecrets donât stay hidden forever, Y/N.â
Before you could respond, Daemon straightened and walked past you, his smirk still in place as he disappeared down the hallway, leaving you standing there with a sinking feeling in your stomach.
The encounters with both Rhaenyra and Daemon had left you on edge. You had managed to avoid suspicion for the most part, but it was clear that both of them were beginning to question your role. The tension was becoming unbearable, and you knew it was only a matter of time before somethingâor someoneâgave.
But the most dangerous part of your mission was still ahead. The next note, the one you were planning to deliver in secret, held information that could change everything. You had to be more careful than ever, especially with Daemonâs growing curiosity and Rhaenyraâs watchful eyes.
And then, just as you were beginning to plan your next move, the unexpected happened.It was late one evening when you found yourself in the corridors of the Keep once more, a new warning written and ready to be delivered. You had chosen a time when the halls were quiet, hoping to slip unnoticed into the shadows.
But as you approached the alcove where you usually left the notes, you froze.
Rhaenyra and Daemon were thereâtogether.
They stood in the dim light of the corridor, their voices low, but the tension between them was palpable. You could hear the tail end of their conversation, something about strategy and alliances, but the words barely registered as your heart raced.
This was not part of the plan.
You quickly turned to leave, hoping to retreat before they noticed you, but it was too late.
âY/N!â Rhaenyraâs voice called out, stopping you in your tracks.
You slowly turned, your heart pounding in your chest as both Rhaenyra and Daemon fixed their gazes on you. There was no escaping this.
âOut for a walk at this hour?â Rhaenyra asked, her tone curious but sharp. She stepped closer, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied your face.
Daemon, on the other hand, remained silent, his expression unreadable as he watched you with that same unnerving intensity.
You forced a smile, though it felt hollow. âI was merely⌠clearing my head, princess.â
Rhaenyra exchanged a glance with Daemon, and for a moment, you could feel the weight of their suspicion pressing down on you. They didnât trust you. Not fully. Not yet.
But you had to play your part.
âI did not mean to intrude,â you said quickly, taking a step back. âI will leave you to your discussion.â
Rhaenyraâs eyes lingered on you for a moment longer before she finally nodded, though there was something unreadable in her gaze. âOf course.â
You bowed your head and quickly retreated, your heart still racing as you disappeared into the shadows of the Keep. You had avoided confrontation this time, but the tension was growing. And soon, something would have to give.
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