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Ghosts

part 1 | part 2

Aegon x dragon rider!reader

Aegon masterlist

summary: y/n takes a leap of faith and spends time with aegon, founding ways to connect deeper than y/n could have expected

word count: 2,941

I do not own any of the characters mentioned in the story, and have taken some creative liberties of my own to write Aegon and the rest as I see them, which might be different from how you see it <3  

We landed near Dragon Pit before I could really prepare myself, but I watched Aegons guards come towards us as the young king slid off Sunfyre, I hesitated, but dismounted Grey Ghost too. While the boy was conversing with his guards, I hugged my dragons face, as he anxiously flapped his wings.

“It is ok.” I told him in Old Valyrian.

“Do you want them to take him?” Aegon asked, making me jump a little. I pulled away from Grey Ghost.

“Fly.” I ordered in the old language looking at Aegon as my dragon disappeared into the clouds. “No.”

“Thought you wouldn’t.” He gazed at the sky and I noticed he had put his crown back on and his sword was back in his hand. “Ready?”

I wasn’t, but I nodded anyways. He started walking towards the castle, and I noticed he kept his steps slow enough to where we didn’t have to rush. His guards followed behind us quietly and wordlessly. I looked up at the castle, feeling so tiny it scared me.

Aegon kept glancing at me too, maybe looking for a moment to speak, but I avoided his eyes. He intimidated me a little, not because he was King, but because he seemed to wear his heart on his sleeve, and was more observant than he seemed.

We are almost at the Red Keep when I see Alicent rushing towards us, with one of the guards at her side. She shoots daggers at me before grabbing her son by the shoulders.

“Where have you been?” I feel my hand twitch as I slowly angle it towards my dagger.

“On a ride.” Aegon answers, his tone sounding bored. Alicent looks at me, standing by his side.

“What did she say?” She asks after a moment of silence, directing her eyes back at her son, but letting go of him.

“Just some things, mother.” He sounds tired, but I notice him take a small step towards me, letting me sink a little behind him, away from his mothers eyes.

“What things?” She demanded now and my grip on the dagger hilt tightened, and then Alicent pushed her son to the side.

She reached out to grab me, but I was quicker, holding my dagger at her throat. The former Queen stopped in her tracks and I heard the guards unsheathe their swords too. I stood firm, glancing at Aegon, who had his arm on his sword handle, but he hasn’t drawn his weapon.

His eyes met mine and I saw a spark of deviousness in them.

“I would keep my hands to myself.” I say through my teeth, looking at Alicent now. I see sweat gather on her brow.

“You shouldn’t threaten a Queen.” She responds coldly. I smile.

“You’re no longer a Queen.” I pull my dagger away, watching her closely, but she doesn’t move. Neither do the guards. “I was just going to have lunch with Aegon. We have much to discuss.”

“Very well.” Her jaw was tight as she stepped back, waving her hand, as I watched the guards put their swords down. I look at Aegon, raising my eyebrows.

“Let’s go.” He says, redness coming to his cheeks.

He grabs my hand, dragging me past his mother and the guard, who both follow us with their gaze. The other two guards just follow us in silence.

I don’t speak either, but put my dagger back in it’s holder. His grip on my hand lessens but he doesn’t let go, and I don’t try to pull away. I don’t experience human touch often and while I don’t normally miss it, it felt nice.

His hand was warm, and he was being gentle.

I tried to keep in mind the ways we went but quickly got lost in the castle, eventually we made it to his chambers and I had no idea how I would get out of here if I needed. I saw a window in his room and knew I could always jump and risk breaking my legs.

Great.

There was a small table in his room, and a big bed, but it didn’t strike me as his main chambers. Or at least I thought the King would have a more impressive room. He was watching me observe it, letting go of my hand and stepping to the side.

“It’s cozy.” I said realizing he was waiting for me to say something.

“I suppose.” He turned on his heel, going to the door. I heard him order someone to fetch food, as my stomach growled again.

“Sorry.” I said when he looked back. He closed the doors, smiling.

“It won’t be long.” I felt heat run to my cheeks.

Suddenly I became awfully aware I am in a bedroom with a man I hardly know. Just the two of us. He didn’t seem to notice my flushed face as he casually walked past me, dropping his sword to the ground and his crown to a chair in the corner, dropping to his bed and letting out a sigh.

I watched, not knowing what to do with myself.

“I won’t bite.” He said, lifting his eyebrows as I flushed even more. “Plus, you are the one with a weapon.”

“Oh.” I hadn’t realized my hand was gripping the dagger again. I let go, shaking my head a little. “I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay.” He sat up. “I understand the circumstances are… rather weird. I apologize for my mother.”

“I appreciate you not telling her what I told you.” I make my way to the bed, sitting on the corner of it. He smirks, but doesn’t say anything about it. “Eventually, I know you will have to. But I don’t want to be there when you do.”

“You gave me, us, the upper hand. I can at least treat you with respect for it.” He leans on his elbows observing me.

“What?” He looks me up and down.

“You must be a Targaryen bastard.” He finally says. “To ride a dragon.”

“I must be.” I say sharply, putting the end of this conversation. Aegon doesn’t seem to mind, but curiosity stays in his eyes.

“How did you find Grey Ghost?” I look at him now, his gaze not leaving my eyes.

“He found me.” I finally say, shifting on the bed more. “He approached me and we bonded, I suppose.”

“And the saddle? Speaking Old Valyrian?” I clench my jaw a little, and he seems to notice. “You just have and know those things, right?”

“Yes.” I hesitate. “I don’t feel comfortable talking about those things. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He drops his back to the bed. “You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want.”

“I appreciate you asking.”

“People don’t really ask things people like us.” He chuckles as I watch his chest rise up and down with his breaths. “So I wanted to ask you.”

“Aegon.”

“Yes?” He lifts himself up to his elbows again, looking at me.

“I had the saddle made by a blacksmith in one of the small towns up north. I don’t remember the name, maybe it didn’t even have one, but I stole some plans of how to make one from Dragonstone. I found some books there too, with Old Valyrian writings. I taught myself how to read it and speak it, and maybe because of the Targaryen blood, it wasn’t too difficult.” I take a deep breath in. “As for my parents, I didn’t know my mom, she died in child birth. I don’t know anything about my father. As soon as I was old enough I fled the flea bottom and went towards Dragonstone, hoping to find something, and I did – I found Grey Ghost.”

“And nothing of your father?” I shake my head.

“I mean there aren’t that many Targaryen men walking around.” I cross my hand. “Viserys. Daemon. Must be one of them?”

“So we are either siblings or cousins?” Aegon laughs as I smirk at him. “Or you could be a bastard of a bastard. You don’t have silver hair.”

“No. I don’t.” I look at him. “I dye it.”

“Dye it?” He sounds more surprised than I thought he would be.

“I don’t want people to assume things when they see me. Do you think Alicent would have let me go if I showed up with striking silver hair?” Aegon thinks for a moment.

“No.”

“I just want to live my life without the Targaryen name being attached to me.” I say, taking a deep breath in. “Away from all this.”

“That does sound like a dream.” Ageon’s voice is quiet.

I look at the young King and he is looking at me, but his mind seems to be wondering elsewhere. Perhaps pondering of what life would be if he didn’t bear the cross of our family name.

If there was more to him than just that. He will always be King first, Targaryen second and Aegon third. I didn’t envy this life in the slightest. I didn’t understand the pursuit of power either.

Simple living was all I wanted.

In the silent moments that followed a couple maids came in with platters of food, and bottles of wine. I watched as they set it all on the small table, bowing and excusing themselves quickly.

Aegon was on his feet before I knew it, taking the platters and placing them on the bed, climbing into it again.

“Aemond, Helaena and I used to do this when we were kids.” He spoke, getting back into bed. “Eat in bed and tell each others stories. Rhaenyra joined us once.”

“Was it nice?” His lips quiver a little, and I worry he will cry.

“Very.” He says, opening the bottle and taking a generous chug, offering it to me.

“I never had wine.” I admit, taking the bottle and sniffing it. The smell was odd, but not disgusting.

“Try it.” I take a generous chug, like Aegon did, but the taste nearly makes me gag as the boy laughs, taking the bottle out of my hands. “Smaller sip next time.”

“Should’ve warned me sooner.” I mumble, making him laugh again.

Then we dig into the food. Or more so I do as Aegon watches as I devour the sandwiches and steaks they got us. He doesn’t seem to mind the mess I left on his bed. He simply drinks his wine, watching carefully.

I finished eating and only then realized Aegon hasn’t touched it at all. His eyes met mine and there was just this gentle smile on his lips. He offered me wine again and this time I took a smaller sip, feeling the warmth travel through my body.

“What else?” I ask, passing him the bottle.

“Hm?” He raises his eyebrows, chugging the rest of the wine from this bottle.

“What else would you and your siblings do?” He looks puzzled for a moment. “Something that you miss.”

“Sword fights.” He says after a moment. “But not training. Just running around with wooden sticks poking each other imagining we are the greatest warriors Westeros has ever seen.”

“Let’s do it.” I stand up, wiping my hands, looking around the room. There is another wooden chair in the corner, so I go to it, smashing it to the floor and picking up two leg pieces. I look at Aegon. “Catch.”

“You broke my chair.” He complains, but there is a smile in his voice as he stands up, his leg-sword in hand.

“We must settle it in a duel then.” I tease.

I run to him, trying to disconnect the usual instincts, trying to find the inner child I never really knew. And it seems to work, as Aegon steps aside with ease and I stumble behind him.

Our laughter fills the chamber, as he helps me stand up, before stepping back with his fake weapon at hand.

We keep up the dance, running around the chamber, poking each other with the legs, running all over his bed, not worrying about the spilled food. I have never felt such lightness in my step and maybe it was the wine, but maybe it was Aegon and being young and free again.

I may have avoided being trapped by my name in one way, but I was trapped in another. But not with him and not now, all I felt now was the warmth coursing through my veins and our laughter filling the room.

He tackled me to the bed, laughing as he had me pinned, but I felt safe, giggling too. He drops his chair leg, sitting across my midriff as I drop mine.

“Yield.” He leans over me smile on his lips.

“I yield.” I say out of breath, smile on my lips too. I look into his eyes, feeling his body weight on top of me my heart beats faster. He leans closer and I feel heat rise to my cheeks.

“I always win.” He whispers in my ear, letting go, giggling. He steps off me as I lay there, heat in my cheeks.

“You’re the eldest.” I finally say, sitting up. “Of course you do.”

“I’m also the most handsome.” He winks at me.

“Who told you that?” I tease and he laughs.

“Not my mother.” He jokes and we chuckle.

He sits down, reaching for another bottle of wine that we share in silence for a little while. I lean back down in his bed again after a bit, leaving him to drink alone.

There is a knock on his door but before he can answer Alicent bursts in again. Her eyes widen at the state of the room as I sit up, my hand going to my dagger.

“What is this?” She asks, looking at us in the bed. Her face grows darker. “Who is this girl?”

“What do you want, mother?” He ignores her questions, getting out of the bed and standing, bottle still in his hand.

“There is war at your doorstep and this is what you spend your time doing?” Alicent bites and I stand up now too, as the rooms spins a little.

“As a mother shouldn’t you be happy your son is finding joy in the dark times?” She glares at me.

“As a son, yes.” Her eyes go back to Aegon, who once again, steps in front of me, shielding me from his mother a little. “But he is also a King.”

“You seem to be doing fine without me.” Ageon slurs his words a little. I place my hand on his back gently.

“The Lords will want to see their King, not his council.” She says through her teeth. “And not with some.. girl, but his wife.”

“My wife?” I feel him tense up. “I don’t think my sister wants to put on a show for the Lords either.”

“It’s your duty, Aegon!” She yells now, stepping closer to her son. Instinctively I step out, placing myself between her and him. She stops.

“Rhaenyra is coming for you.” I blurt out, wanting to drag her attention and anger from the boy behind me. “Daemon and Jacaerys chased me on my dragon, hoping I would ride for her. I declined. That is what I told Aegon.”

“What?” Her eyes dart around the room as she thinks.

“They’re looking for wild dragons. They didn’t know Grey Ghost had a rider – me.” I stumble in place a little, but I feel Aegon grip my arms gently. The warmth radiates from where his arms lay to the rest of my body.

“And why did you insist on telling this to Aegon only?” Alicent asks, but her voice is a little softer now. Her anger is subsiding.

“I don’t want to be involved in this. And I knew he wouldn’t make me get involved.” Alicent looks confused, and I feel Aegons grip tighten a little.

“You telling us this gets you involved.” There is distrust in her voice and I can’t blame her, I know this must look odd for her. “You being here with Aegon gets you involved.”

“I will leave and never come back.” His grip loosens at my words and I feel him catch his breath a little. “But I wanted to let him be just Aegon before he has to fight this war. I wanted to meet real him before I never get a chance to.”

“How do we know you wont go back to Rhaenyra and ride for her?” Alicent asks cautiously.

“I won’t.” I stand tall, meeting her eyes.

“Do you acknowledge Aegon as the rightful King?” There is more to this question and I know it. She is asking me if I am on his side. Even if I told her I don’t want to get involved. I look back at Aegon, my eyes wide as he meets mine, but there is calm in his.

“I don-” I take a deep breath in, looking back at Alicent. “I don’t acknowledge anyone as a rightful ruler.”

“Then I can’t let you leave.” I look back at Aegon again, my eyes wide, but he seems to be just as lost. “Guards! Seize her.”

“What?” I grab my dagger, but the room spins and it slips out of my hands, falling to the ground.

Guards rush in, grabbing me by my arms before I can my weapon back. I focus my eyes on Aegon but he stands still, looking at me. I try to plead with my eyes but the King stands still.

He watches as the guards drag me out as I watch the room spin and my whole world turn upside down.

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A/N: ahhh i hope you guys like it! I loved writing the bedroom scenes of them just truly bonding and finding comfort with/in each other in ways that arent exactly romantic and I am so so excited to write the next part <3

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Ghosts

PART 1 | PART 2

Aegon x DragonRider!reader

Aegon Masterlist

A/N: Reader in this part uses a nickname, not revealing their real name yet <3

Summary: Reader is rider of the wild dragon Grey Ghost where events unfolding make her leave Dragonstone and go warn the newly crowned Aegon.

Content Warning: Mentions of death, dragons eating animals, dragon chase

Word count: 2,718

I do not own any of the characters mentioned in the story, and have taken some creative liberties of my own to write Aegon and the rest as I see them, which might be different from how you see it <3  

I watch my dragon soar the skies above me, Grey Ghost, the locals have named him. I never did think to give him a name, and Grey Ghost seemed to fit.

We were both just ghost who people would sometimes forget. A grim reminder of the past. Well, I was, at least.

The dragon was just a shy gentle giant. He landed next to me, making the ground shake, but I wasn’t frightened. I was never afraid of him.

But more dragon riders have seem to come to Dragonstone in recent years. It’s been hard avoiding them, especially the kids, who would fly freely, often not noticing me high up in the skies. I was watching them, and from what I gathered the oldest kid, Jacaerys, was a few years younger than me. His brothers even more so.

Their dragons were also young, other than the ones ridden by their guardians.

Their sudden presence bothered me at first, but not anymore. The mother was the heir to Dragonstone. The future Queen. Not that I cared much about that.

I stand up, getting on Grey Ghost, petting the dragon lovingly. We take off and I feel the wind on my skin, until we break the clouds and the sun shines on me. I let out a sigh of relief, smiling in the sun, as my dragon edges the clouds.

Then I hear a roar and in front of me the red long-necked dragon comes out. Caraxes. I see his rider, Deamon on his back. We duck underneath them quickly, but my heart beats in my ears and I know Grey Ghost feels it too. He panic-dives into the clouds, but I hear Caraxes still behind me.

“Stop!” The rider shouts at me in Old Valeryan, but I hardly hear it, as Grey Ghost dives down once more, trying to escape.

“Calm.” I order my dragon who relaxes a little, but doesn’t slow down. Caraxes is bigger and thus a little slower, but I feel them behind us.

Until I feel it, they come out of the clouds bellow us, the red dragon crashing into mine. I slip out the saddle, for I forgot to tie myself to it. I curse the gods while feeling the reigns dig into my skin. Grey Ghost feels my weight shift and quickly shifts sides to get me back in the saddle.

But we are flying down quickly, and I panic again a little, pulling the reigns and straightening the dragon out so we land a little smoother, but Grey Ghost still stumbles a little.

I jump off my dragon, seeing Caraxes making his landing in front. I send my friend away and Daemon watches him blend with the clouds before looking at me. I have my dagger in hand.

“I don’t want to fight you.” He speaks, his hands in the air. Caraxes lowers his long neck to the floor, seemingly disagreeing with his rider.

“You attacked my dragon.” I hiss, pushing my dagger in front of me. He stops.

“That was a miscalculation-”

“What do you want?” I cut him off and I can tell he doesn’t like it.

“Queen Rhaenyra needs dragon riders. I was looking for Grey Ghost, didn’t know he had a rider already.” Queen? I try to remember hearing of her coronation but nothing comes to mind.

“Why would the Queen need me?” I don’t trust him, but my curiosity wins.

“Her throne has been usurped by her brother, prince Aegon.” I frown.

“The firstborn son?” This once again seems to annoy Daemon as Caraxes inches a little closer to me, with a low grumble in his throat.

“She’s going to take it back.”

“She shall do so without my help.” I respond and this seems to be the final straw.

Caraxes steps closer, his face right in front of me, low grumble still coming from his throat. His mouth opens but I stand firm – if he burns me so be it. But I didn’t think he would, and I was right.

The roar was loud, and shocked me a little, but I stood my ground as Caraxes pulled away, I looked at Daemon.

We stared at each other, until I heard a screech in the sky. Grey Ghost.

I looked up urgently, hearing flapping of the wings, but the clouds were to thick, though I did see a sliver of another dragon, one of olive green. Vermax.

“Land, Grey Ghost.” I screamed to the skies in Old Valerian, glancing at Daemon who had a smug expression on his face.

Grey Ghost did land, but he did so in front of me. I felt the ground shake behind me and now Vermax and, presumably, Jacaerys have landed. I feel cold sweat run down my back as Grey Ghost looks at me, roaring at the dragon behind me.

I turn around to, indeed, see Vermax and Jace, who looks surprised to see me.

“You ride Grey Ghost?” He asks nonchalantly as I step closer to my dragon.

“Yes.” I answer, hesitantly.

“You must ride for our Queen.” His tone isn’t convincing, it sounds both like a question and an order.

“I will not.” I say, making sure my voice is steady.

“Your King demands it.” Daemon speaks behind me, but I don’t turn and look.

“I don’t have a King.” I quickly turn, jumping on Grey Ghost’s neck. “Fly!”

He takes flight as I hang on his neck for dear life, his scales digging into my skin. Caraxes launches flames at us, but we evade it.

As my dragon rides directly up, I let go a little, until I hit the saddle, grabbing onto the reigns. It’s a trick I learned years ago, and now I get Grey Ghost to straighten out and navigate the clouds. I hear both Vermax and Caraxes behind me, but I use the speed of my old friend to dip between the clouds. I don’t know where I’m headed, but it is away from here.

Caraxes once again sneaks underneath us, but this time I expect it. Before the dragon can knock us, Grey Ghost lays his talons onto the dragons neck, just for a moment, to throw it off course.

“Sorry.” I whisper to the red beast, taking off into the clouds.

We quickly head down, using the mist to help us blend it, flying fast and close to the ground, between the cliffs and rifts.

Eventually I don’t hear or see the other two, but we don’t stop. Instead, we turn inwards, heading towards the King’s Landing.

I wasn’t sure what my plan was, but I wanted to warn the young King. Tell him his sisters crazed husband and child are seeking out wild dragons.

We take a rest on one of the peaks, well, I let Grey Ghost rest while I keep an eye out for a red or green dragon, but they don’t show up, and eventually I doze off. I get awoken by the sun hitting the peak and shining on us, so we take off again.

When we get to Kings Landing, the sun is almost gone, and flying over the city I realize I have no idea where to go to see the King. I recognize the area called the Dragon Pit, so I head there. A few dragon keepers come out of the cave, surprised to see the unfamiliar dragon.

“I request presence with the King.” Grey Ghost huffs anxiously. “It is urgent.”

“We can take your dragon for some rest and get you audience with the King in the morning.” I feel my friend anxiously stomp.

“Get him out here now. Me and my friend don’t have the time.”

The keepers exchange looks but one of them rushes off. I pat my dragons back, trying to calm him down. One of the other keepers goes back to the pit, bringing out a sheep a few minutes later. He doesn’t say much, but I know it is for Grey Ghost, and I appreciate it. I stay on my friend as he feasts and the keepers seem a little taken back by that.

A few more minutes pass and a whole group of people stand before me.

King’s hand, and Dowager Queen are the only faces I recognize. The rest seem to be mostly guards. No King.

“Where is Aegon?” I ask, Grey Ghost stepping back. He’s not fond of crowds.

“We speak in his name.” The Hand speaks. “I’ve never seen such a dragon.”

Grey Ghost huffs again and I grow inpatient too.

“I will be back with the sun rises And I will only speak to the King.” I say, annoyed. I look at the keepers. “Thank you for the sheep.”

He is more than happy to spread his wings again, leaving Kings council in the dust. We fly high, out of their sight, before going to one of the closer peaks. We sleep again, or as much as my growling stomach will allow.

I get up before the sun hits the clouds, but by the time we land in dragon pit again, it is peaking above the horizon.

And Aegon is there. With his crown and his sword, but he manages to not look King-like. Like he is withered already, or perhaps drunk, I wasn’t sure. The keepers are there too, waiting with another sheep, which Grey Ghost eats without hesitation. I notice the dragon feels a lot calmer now that its just the King and the Keepers.

I look around.

“Where are the guards?” I ask, scanning the area. “Archers?”

“They’re around.” Aegon reassures me, his voice deeper than I expected. I look at him, knowing we are about the same age. I could not imagine having to be Queen.

“I came with a warning.” I finally say, annoyed I’m not able to spot any guards.

“You come to threaten me?” He asks, and I notice his hand twitch. He’s thinking of calling the guards, I imagine.

“No. Not myself.” I notice Grey Ghost look at Aegon, but he doesn’t freak out. He looks curious. “Your sister is looking for wild dragons. I was chased by her husband and the eldest son, for they thought my dragon was a wild one.”

“I never seen your dragon before.”

“Grey Ghost. You might have heard people around Dragon Stone mention him.” The King’s face grows sour.

“I never spend much time there.” Right. He was never an heir to it, I suppose.

“Well, Daemon has heard of him before.” I say softer now.

“Why tell me this? And not my council?” I sigh, rubbing one of Grey Ghost scales.

“Daemon and Jacaerys insisted I ride for their Queen. They chased me, almost burned my dragon.” I look at him with frustration. “This war you and your sister are headed to, I want no part in it.”

“Yet you warn me?” I hesitate.

“You are not the one forcing people to fight for you.” He chuckles at my response, his shoulders dropping down as he relaxes a little.

“Right. My council is.” I chuckle as well.

“Which is why I spoke to you, not them.” He looks at me, curiously.

“May I ride with you?” I am taken a back and Grey Ghost notices, stepping back a little. “Not on your dragon, but with Sunfyre. I think he needs to stretch his wings.”

“Sure.” I say, not sure what his intentions really are.

But I watch as he takes off his crown and unhilts his sword as dragon keepers go into the depths to, probably, get Sunfyre.

We stay silent, but it doesn’t feel uncomfortable, more so curious, on both ends.

Grey Ghost and I make room for Sunfyre, as I stare at the beautiful beast. The dragon is beautiful yellow color, almost golden with pink membrane on the wings. I watch as a couple white cloaked guards exchange quiet words with Aegon and then the Kings quickly climbs on his dragons.

His eyes meet mine, and there is playfulness in them.

“Where are we going?” I shout to the King and he shrugs.

“Anywhere.”

Sunfyre spreads his wings taking off into the sky. I take a moment to watch and appreciate the beauty, but the eyes of the guards on me make me feel unsettled, so soon Grey Ghost and I follow.

The King circles the city as I fly slightly above him, but he doesn’t seem to mind. We fly over Kings Wood, as he slows his dragon down, enough to be closer to me. I glance at him, but he simply seems to be joyful, smile plastered on his face, and without his crown he looks young again.

I smile too and race him across the woods towards the mountains, but he lands at the foot of them. Grey Ghost and I join them.

“I don’t remember last time I did this.” He speaks, sliding off his dragon. I stay on mine.

“Why not?” He looks up at me raising his eyebrows.

“Get off, wont you?” There is silence for a moment. He shifts his weight and speaks again. “I don’t know. I found more comfort in the cup recently.”

“Is the crown too heavy?” I mock him but his expression goes sour.

“Not only that.” Is all he says to me, sitting down on the grass.

There is comfortable silence again, and eventually I get off Grey Ghost, but gripping my dagger. Aegon doesn’t seem to mind.

“Why are you telling me this?” He doesn’t face me.

“You asked.” I don’t get a chance to respond, “nobody has before.”

“Isn’t it peoples job to care about you?” He looks at me now, his expression unreadable. It takes his a little while to speak again.

“Not about me.” He finally says looking at Sunfyre now. His dragon seems to be close eye on his rider. “So Rhaenyra is coming for me?”

“Daemon and Jacaerys at least are.” I watch as he nervously picks at the grass.

“Do you know why?” I shake my head, not sure I want to know the answer. “Our brother killed her son. Lucerys. And his dragon.”

“Why?” I grip my dagger more, stepping back, wondering if the young King will kill me now.

“Because the prospect of war was like a game to him.” He basically spits out, pulling grass with its roots. “And now Nyra is coming for us.”

“Nyra?” But he seems to pay me no mind, lost in his own mind.

“We never got to be siblings. But I did look up the her when I was much younger.” My grip on the dagger loosens. “And now I wear her crown.”

“Aegon.” It seems to catch his attention now.

“What is your name?” I am taken back a little, and hesitate.

“Just call me Grey.” I finally say and he looks at Grey Ghost behind me.

“Grey and Grey Ghost?” He smiles. “I like it.”

“Why are you really telling me?” His smile fades.

“I want someone to remember me.” His answer is quiet, and Sunfyre rumbles gently. “For being Aegon. Not the King, not usurper or a monster. Just me. And this might be the last chance I get.”

“I see.” My voice is gentle now, as I put my dagger away, sitting down on the grass next to him. “You’re afraid.”

“Very.” He doesn’t even try to hide it. My stomach rumbles, interrupting the fragile silence. He looks at me, eyebrows raised. “You hungry?”

“Haven’t eaten since I left Dragonstone, so quite.” I admit, crossing my hands over my midriff.

“Would you like to eat at the castle? Before you head out?” He asks, already standing up. I stay sitting.

“I feel like you have more to tell me.” He glances at me, hesitating for a second.

“It’s ok.” He says, his voice quiet. “I cant keep you hungry.”

“Later then.” I insist as he smiles, extending me his arm. I grab it, feeling his warmth course through me.

“Later.” He smiles, letting go of my hand and going to his dragon.

We soar the skies again, back to Kings Landing where I will eat with a King.

No, where I will eat with Aegon.

Not quite what I expected. But I was curious as to what else the boy wanted to tell.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! This is just part one of the series (i dont know how many there will be) so it is slower in terms of aegon x reader action, but since i can take my time with it doing multiple parts, i wanted to take my go at writing small action sequence lol, please do let me know what you think!

and let me know if you wish to be tagged in part 2 <3

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Candlelight

Aegon x fem!reader

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Summary: After news of Lucerys death reach the King, he tries to send Y/N to safety.

Content Warning: mentions of Lucerys death (and a lot of dialogue)

Words Count: 1,887

I do not own any of the characters mentioned in the story, and have taken some creative liberties of my own to write Aegon and the rest as I see them, which might be different from how you see it <3

I was sitting with Helaena watching her kids play when Alicent rushed into the room. Her eyes focused on her daughter as she kept her steps quick, pulling her daughter in for a hug.

I felt a cold shiver run up my spine, standing up.

Alicent looked at me and I saw hatred in her eyes, as she let Halaena go.

“Aegon wants to see you.” She finally says to me, as my eyes widen a little. Why would he send his mother for me?

“What happened?” Alicent hesitated for a moment.

“It’s best he tells you.” Her voice grows stern. “Go.”

I nod, feeling sick in my stomach but I force myself to move. Whatever it is, it must be urgent. I leave the room, closing the door, making my way to Aegons chambers, noticing there is a guard following me. I finally get to the door, but before I can knock, the guard stationed outside open it for me.

Aegon looks at me and I cant read his expression. I walk in, flinching when the doors slam shut.

“What’s going on?” I speak, since Aegon remained silent.

“Lucerys is dead.” My eyes widen.

“How?”

“Aemond.”

We fall silent for a moment as I try to process the information given. Last I heard Aemond was send on Vaghar to make alliance with Baratheons. How did things go so wrong that he became responsible for Lukes death? What does it mean for the greens?

I noticed Aegon watching me closely.

“He wanted to scare the kid for taking his eye. He changed him with Vaghar.” Ageon clenches his jaw for a moment. “Vaghar didn’t understand it was just too scare, I guess. She bit right through Lucerys and Arrax both.”

“Oh.” I feel weak in the knees so I sit down. Arrax is gone too. “What happens now?”

“War.”

I feel tears prick my eyes but I look at Aegon, who is avoiding my eyes, looking at the crown neatly placed on the side table. I don’t know what to say to comfort the young king, to comfort my Aegon. I just stare at the crown blankly too.

“There must be-”

“Y/N.” Aegon looks at me now, with so much pain in his eyes, I flinch a little. “Our side killed their son. The heir to Driftmark. Neither them or the Valeryons will let it go.”

“What if you gave up the crown?” He looks at the crown, as if considering it, even if for a moment.

“She’d still have my head. Or Aemonds, or Helaenas or anyone else. Even yours.” I flinch, but he continues. “They will not rest.”

I stand up, grabbing his arm. But he doesn’t give into my touch and stands firm, his eyes wondering around the room.

“What are we going to do?”

“I got you a ship.” He finally says, his voice shaking.

“No.”

“You’re going to Essos. I send a raven to make sure you’re accepted gracefully.”

“Aegon, no.”

“I’ll send you with enough gold too.” His voice grows quiet.

“No.” I grab his face, making him look at me. “No.”

“Y/N.” We lock eyes for a moment and a single tear rolls down his face.

“I will not go.”

“You must.” He moves out of my hands harshly. “You might be the only one who I can save still.”

“What about your kids, your brothers and sister?” He shakes his head, anger in his eyes.

“Rhaenyra knows them. The whole Realm knows them.” Aegon grabs my shoulders, shaking me. “You are still a secret. Not many know about you. I can still save you.”

“I will not leave you!” I raise my voice but Aegon only steps back.

“Don’t make me.” He says more to himself than to me.

“I’m staying.” His eyes meet mine.

“I command you, as your King.” His voice was stern, he has never spoken to me in such a way before. “You will sail to Essos and have a good life.”

“Life is no good without you.”

Tears fall down my face as I sit back down on his bed. Our bed. We shared it so many times. We dreamed here of so many things, of our future, spoke stories of the past. Dreamed about riding dragons, soaring the skies.

Away from the throne, the politics. Away from it all.

Now he was forcing me to go alone. Even if I understood he had his heart in it, I wanted to chain myself to him. Sink my nails and teeth so he would not be able to make me go. But he was much more than a boy I shared the bed with. He was a King.

A boy King, about to go to war with his sister, over a political dispute he had no say in.

“Please, Aegon.” I plead, not able to look him in the eyes. “I’m not afraid of war.”

“I am afraid, Y/N.” I look at him, but he has a mask on his face. An emotionless mask of a King. “I’m afraid of how much I will lose.”

“Please.”

“I’m sorry.” It was a quiet apology. He took a deep breath. “Guards!”

They burst through the doors, shattering my heard in that instance. He gave them orders I couldn’t hear. They came to me, their grips tight on my arms. I yelled and I cried and I fought back but Aegon looked away as they dragged me out.

Dragged me through the Red Keep. I saw Alicent come out of her daughters room, her eyes locking with mine, and for a moment I saw sympathy there.

My voice gave out once we made it outside. My body went limp as they dragged me to a carriage, practically throwing me in.

None of the guards sat with me.

It takes me a few moments to realize. Nobody is sitting with me. Surely, some are following the carriage but I know the streets of King’s Landing. I can take a leap of faith.

I take a deep breath in, holding every dear memory Aegon and I had, everything worth fighting for.

I open the door, launching myself out. I hear a commotion behind me and my knees hurt from impact, but I get on my feet and take off. I run and I run, hearing the screams of the guards behind me – but they have their armor.

I’m faster and younger. I try to take as many corners as I can. I jump a couple fences, fueled on pure adrenaline. I run for longer than I have to, long after I have lost the guards. I keep running, until my body aches as much as my heart.

I find myself at The Sept, in the end. I walk into the candlelit room, my heartbeat echoing in my ears. I am surprised to find it empty, just how Aegon and I did on his coronation day.

I sit down by the candle table again.

I didn’t realize how big the rooms feels when his voice isn’t filling it. How cold it is, despite the candle fire being right behind me.

I hug my knees, pulling them to my chest.

It takes Aegon a couple hours to show up, but when the Sept doors open, without even looking I know its him. I keep my gaze focused forward.

“Y/N.” He says, relief mixed with anger in his voice.

“We never rode Sunfyre.” I look at him now, not realizing the anger in my voice. He looks at me, his face as beautiful as ever in the candle light.

“We never sailed to Essos either.” I shake my head, as his steps echo. He stops a few feet in front of me.

“See you never promised me that.” I pull my knees closer to my chest. “You did promise we would ride Sunfyre together.”

“I’m sorry.” His voice is calm now.

“You also promised that you love me.” My voice shakes now and I don’t know if its out of anger or out of hurt.

“And I do.”

“You promised to be at my side forever.” I look at him, but hes looking at the candles behind my back. “Aegon.”

“That is a promise I can’t keep.” I stand up, making him look at me, for a brief moment at least.

“You choose not to.” There is venom in my voice, and Aegon flinches. I have never spoken to him that way.

“I want you to live.”

I turn my back to him, leaning on the candle table. It feels like he keeps poking at a fresh wound, pouring salt on it and watching me bleed.

I start grabbing candles, ripping them off and throwing them in his general direction. My voice is still coarse from all the yelling in the Red Keep, but I scream again.

Guards come rushing in, but Aegon dismisses them, taking the candles vaguely flying in his direction. I burn my own skin more than his and I only stop when most of them are gone. I walk up to Aegon, grabbing his shoulders, flinching from the pain in my palms.

No words come out, so I just slide to my knees, sobbing at his feet.

“I beg you.” I get out between sobs. He kneels down to my level.

“Let me save at least one thing that I love.” He whispers quietly.

“Let me not lose the last thing I love.” I lift my head, meeting his eyes. “You are all I have.”

“You will rebui-”

“I will not. I would spend the rest of my life mourning.” I grip his sleeve again, ignoring the pain radiating from my palm. “Mourning the life we could have had. Mourning the lives this war is bound to take.”

“So you would rather die?” He meets my eyes and I offer him a smile.

“If the old, or the new Gods do exist perhaps if I die here with you, we will be together in the afterlife.” I gently place my hand on his cheek. “I would rather die with you and yours than live without.”

“I can’t just let you die.” He argues, but doesn’t pull away from my touch.

“Then protect me.” I place my forehead on his. “My brave boy.”

“What if I can’t?” He finally drops his King mask, fear echoing in his voice.

“Then I will protect you.” I pull away. “Stand up.”

“Why?” He asks, but still stands. I prep myself on one knee.

“I swear to ward the King, with all I have. To give my blood for his. I shall guard his secrets.” I try to remember all the words to this oath, adjusting as I see fit. “Ride at his side and defend his name and honor.”

“Y/N.” He says quietly, his voice full of love and awe. He has never had anyone swear themselves to him so truly. So deeply. “Stand.”

“I will be by your side.” I say, standing up. “No matter what.”

“You have a death wish.” He whispers, but there is kindness in his voice now.

“I just love you.” I whisper back.

“Might be the same thing now.”

The silence that follows is heavy, but warm. He is not sending me away anymore. And even if the whole world burns, I will gladly burn with him.

A/N: I hope you liked it!! As always any and all feedback is appreciated. Sorry this one was dialogue heavy but it is genuinely my fav Aegon fic so far. I just love writing these more tender moments between him and Y/N.

Thank you for reading!! 

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Aegon Masterlist

By his side ( Aegon x fem!reader)  The day of the coronation you and Aegon escape the Red Keep, even if just for a few hours.

Divide ( Aegon x fem!reader)  After the coronation, conflict happens between Y/N and Alicent, where Aegon has to get involved

Candlelight (Aegon x fem!reader)  After news of Lucerys death reach the King, he tries to send Y/N to safety.

Ghosts PART 1 (Aegon x DragonRider!reader)   Reader is rider of the wild dragon Grey Ghost where events unfolding make her leave Dragonstone and go warn the newly crowned Aegon.

Ghosts PART 2 (Aegon x DragonRider!reader)  y/n takes a leap of faith and spends time with aegon, founding ways to connect deeper than y/n could have expected

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Divide

Aegon x fem!reader

Masterlist

Summary: After the coronation, conflict happens between Y/N and Alicent, where Aegon has to get involved 

Content Warnings: just angst and maybe some parts are somewhat fluff

Word Count: 2,325 

I do not own any of the characters mentioned in the story, and have taken some creative liberties of my own to write Aegon and the rest as I see them, which might be different from how you see it <3

Rhaenys might have spared us, but I felt more in danger now than in front of Meleys. Alicent wasn’t pleased when the guards and I arrived to the small council room, even if it was on Aegons command. I stood there awkwardly as the former Queen stared at me, her father, Otto, watching me closely too.

“Who is she?” Her voice was stern, but the question wasn’t directed at Aegon exactly.

I look over at her kids, all of whom know me. I was surprised, actually, that I evaded Alicents and Ottos eyes for so long, even after becoming close with the young greens. Even after sharing the bed with Aegon many times. Perhaps it showed how little Alicent cared, or how much her attention was elsewhere.

I saw that reflected in Aegon every day. She seemed to hate the man he was becoming but did nothing to change it and Viserys seemed to pretend he didn’t exist at all.

“Y/N.” Aegon spoke, as if that would clarify who I really was. Helaena shifted uncomfortably, and Alicent seemed to notice.

“Another one Aegon?” I flinched as if she had struck my physically, for the implication in her voice was clear. Another one.

“She’s a friend, mother.” To my surprise it was Aemond who spoke. I looked at him but he was facing his bother, his sapphire eye was all I could see.

“A friend?” Alicent didn’t believe him. She looks at Aegon again. “You bring her in front of your wife? Think of the shame you bring to her!”

“I do, mother. At least Y/N actually cares about me.”  He meets his mothers eyes and seems to stand taller than he used to. Maybe it was just the crown, but his demeanor had changed.

“We care about you Aegon! We, your family, care. All you do is push us away.” Alicent’s voice echos in the room as I meet Aemonds eye. I can’t read his expression. Perhaps there is a smidge of disappointment. “Maybe if you looked at your wife, at your family, you wouldn’t need to bring a stranger to your bed.”

“I love her!” He shouts back and my eyes widen. Helaena shrinks into herself more.

Before I know it, Alicent struck Aegon. His crown slipped off his head, hitting the ground and rolling away. The silence is loud, nobody moves, and I see Aegons expression change.

I know the strike itself didn’t hurt as much as the fact that his own mother struck him again. Struck him for loving someone. In front of his own family too.

I feel anger rise in my blood as I take a step forward, then another. All the eyes follow me as I make my way across the room and bend down to pick up the crown. I look at Alicent before making my way to her son. I glance at Helaena who gives me a sheepish nod, and I gently place the crown on Aegons head, running my hand to his shoulder gripping them tightly.

“My king.” I whisper, letting him go and looking back at the dowager Queen. “It isn’t in your best interest to strike a King.”

“He is my son.” I see hatred in her eyes but I stand tall. Otto steps closer, but doesn’t intervene.

“Is he now?” I take a step forward, shielding Aegon from her eyes. “Now that he wears a crown you decide to care?”

“The things you lead to could have you hanged.” She stares me down, disgust in her face. “I am not the one who has taken interest in his crown.”

“I have loved him for years, long before he was crowned. Is that really that hard to imagine? Someone loving Aegon?” I shake my head and Alicent is taken aback, even if for a moment. “He is a good man, Alicent. He never was just a monster you seemed to see in him, he was always more than the late King cared to acknowledge.”

“You say I don’t know my own son?” I take a step forward, face to face with Alicent.

“You know him as heir. As a tool to use against Rhaenyra. You don’t know the person you brought into this world beyond that.”

I feel heat in my cheek before I realize that Alicent has struck me. Before I can regain my composure, Aegon has stepped between his mother and I, his sword drawn.

The guards unsheathe their weapons too. I see Otto step towards his daughter. I look back at Aemond, his hand on the hilt of his sword, and sweet Helaena looking away, her eyes shut. Blood rushes through me as I hear my own heartbeat echo in my ears. What have I done.

“Lower your sword Aegon.” Alicent commands, but her voice is low, as if she was the one who got struck. Her own son drawing a sword on her must hurt.

“You will not strike Y/N again.” The King sounds angry, like there is venom on his tongue. I reach out, grabbing his arm.

“There is no need for this.” I say gently, but he doesn’t move.

“If you hit her again, I will have your hand.” He finally lowers Blackfyre and the room falls silent once more.

I feel the distance between Aegon and Alicent grow. He faces me now, gently placing his hand on my face, checking for any bruising.

But I did not care about that. All I ever wanted was to make Aegon happy. Be the fragile bridge between him and Helaena, because I knew they loved each other as siblings still. Join him on teasing Aemond, but hold him back to not actually hurt his brother. Even spend time with his kids. All I ever wanted was to mend the fragile relationships he had with his family. To give Aegon what he wanted all these years.

And yet I was in the middle of the divide. I knew this would affect how his brothers and his sister-wife see him. This would echo and hurt him later, even if he was too proud to admit that it ever did.

But I have seen him cry. Weep, for the life he never had.

I pull away from his touch and look at Aemond, his hand still on the hilt.

“I’m sorry.” I whisper, but his expression remains cold. Helaena avoids my eyes too. I look back at Aegon.

Wordlessly, he takes my hand and drags me out of the room. The door shuts behind us and two of the guard start to follow us. We make our way through the castle to his chambers. Silently he sits down on the bed, lowering his head. The crown slips and falls again but I don’t rush to pick it up this time.

“I didn’t want to get between you and your mother.” He shakes his head, but doesn’t look at me.

“She brought it on herself.” I wrap my hands around myself. He shakes his head again, whispering seemingly to himself. “Why?”

“Aegon?”

“I finally get crowed and its still not enough.” He voice shakes as he kicks the crown with his foot. This time I take the steps towards it. “I can never be enough for her.”

I bend down and pick up the crown turning it in my hands. The steel feels cold and heavy in my grip, like the weight of the Seven Kingdoms was melted into it. I hated it, yet I put it on Aegon again, lifting his head to look at me.

His face was wet from tears. He looked terrified. Crumbling under the weight. The pride and joy he had during the coronation was all gone, and all that remained was this broken boy.

“You are King now, Aegon. Protector of the Realm.” I wipe his tears away with my thumbs. “But you were always enough. I believe even to Alicent and Viserys, even if they failed as parents, I believe they loved you fully.”

“No.” He shakes his head in my arms, his crown almost sliding off again.

“You were named after the conqueror. Your second name day was one of the biggest celebrations, and while there were politics behind it, your mother, she did it out of love.” I grip his face tighter. “She wanted you to be celebrated Aegon. You were and still are her pride and joy. And I am certain she hates that you have to be in the middle of this game.”

“She hates that I can’t play it well.” His eyes meet mine as he sniffles.

“She hates herself for not teaching you sooner.” I wipe his cheeks again. “She hates for burning the connection you two might have had.”

“She thinks I’m a monster, Y/N.” He pulls away, ripping thew crown off his head and throwing it across the room.

There is rage when his eyes meet mine this time, and for the first time in my life I feel afraid of him. All the whispered stories about his sins echo in my head as he rises, dragging me up with him. He stands still for a moment, but his grip on my arm tightens so much, it begins to hurt. I don’t say anything.

His grip loosens moments later, and he falls apart in my arms. Literally.

He is a whole head taller than me, but he drops into my arms, as we both land on the floor. I wrap my hands around him as he weeps into my shoulder. I hold him tightly, rubbing one of my hands on his back. I can’t help but feel the tears prick my own eyes.

I hug him tighter, crying silently.

This wasn’t what we wanted. This wasn’t supposed to end like this. Our story was meant to be different, we should have been on a boat by now, sailing across the Narrow Sea. I should be hearing his laughter, not his cries.

Every part of me hated this. I hated Alicent for forcing this on him, I hated the rralm for not accepting Rhaenyra. I hated Viserys for changing his mind at the very last moment.

We were almost free.

We fall asleep on the floor, with our hearts raining from our eyes, clinging to each other.

I wake up with a blanket placed upon us. I suspect Helaena had visited us. Usually Aegon and I tried our best to not let her see us like lovers, to protect his sweet sister from any more hurt. But she knew about us. Yet she would let me into her room and would even be friendly to me. She allowed her kids to get to know me too. She had too much kindness to spare.

I also see the crown placed on the bed, along with Blackfyre and a change of clothes for both of us. This further confirmed it must have been Helaena, she would be the only one to think of me, despite the events that happened yesterday.

Aegon awakes shortly, and we sit in silence for a bit. His hand intertwined with mine, our backs against the bed. We prolong the moment before he has to face the crown and the sword as much as we can.

“Remember our first morning together?” He speaks softly.

“You make it sound like this is our last.” I respond and he chuckles.

“Far from it.” There is a brief silence. “Do you remember?”

“I do, Aegon.” I lower my head. We were so much younger then. So much more careless, more brave. “We were afraid then too.”

“I was never afraid with you.” He squeezes my hand and I close my eyes. “I was afraid what my mother would do to you if she were to find us.”

“Yet she never did.” Until yesterday, I think to myself.

“She paid little attention to me.” I look at Aegon now, to see him staring ahead, lost in the memories and I can only hope they are the good ones.

Maybe he remembers the morning of waking up with me in his arms, the quiet laughs we shared, the love made soon after. We were drunk on each others kisses then, young and without much responsibility. I mentioned running away to him, as a joke at first.

It was the first time we dreamt about it. Taking Sunfyre and flying off into the sunset. Being young forever, free as a wind. Always in love, always laughing.

“I love you, Y/N.” I look at Aegon, much older now. My heart still loves him the same.

“I know.” My voice breaks a little, which makes him shift his gaze to me. “I will always be at your side.”

“I know.” He glances back at the crown. “And it’s the first time I’m afraid.”

“There must be something we can do to prevent a war.” I plead.

“I am your King, Y/N. I will figure it out.” He sighs, letting his hand slip out of mine.

I watch as he stands up and starts undressing, slipping out of his coronation clothes. I admire his build for a moment as he gives me a smirk, but it’s soon gone as he grabs the change of clothes his sister brought us. I stand up too, just as he fiddles with the crown in his hands. I remember the weight and the coldness of the steel.

I take it from his hands and place it on his head again, pulling him in for a kiss.

“You have always been my King.” I say, smiling against his lips, trying to hold this moment just for a little longer.

But there is a knock on his door. A small council meeting.

And our safe little haven of dreams is destroyed once more, and my King has to go and be the King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kigdoms and the Protector of the Realm.

A/N: I am absolutely obsessed with writing Aegon. This scene has been playing in my head for a little while so I am glad to finally get it out on paper. I want to clarify I dont hate Alicent and dont exactly want to portray her as a horrible mother, but from the perspective of Y/N and Aegon, perhaps, she is.  

Please feel free to leave your opinion on this little imagine either here or at my AMA i am always curious to what people think. Thank you for reading <3

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By his side

Aegon x fem!reader

A/N: After the story <3

Summary: The day of the coronation you and Aegon escape the Red Keep, even if just for a few hours.

Content Warning: Nothing! Just some fluff and angst

Word Count: 2,492

Note that it is based on the tv show quite loosely and I may have taken a few creative liberties. <3 I wrote Aegon as I see him, which might not align with the way you see him.

There were rumors among the castle walls that King Viserys has died. The people whispered in dark corners as Y/N found herself in Aegons bed chambers, who was paniced, and bruised in the face, pacing around the room. He knew this would mean he is to be crowned the new King. This would mean war with his half-sister Rhaenyra. He wanted no part of it. Neither did Y/N.

“Let’s run away.” I grab his face, turning it to me. I wait until his eyes finally meet mine. “We always talked about sailing away Aegon, let’s do it now.”

“How?” He ralaxed in my arms, slouching slightly, as if my mere touch was magic.

“We find the White Worm, she will help us.” I lower my hands to his shoulders, gripping them tighter. “Then we sail away, like we wanted to do when we were younger.”

“I’m sorry. We should have done it many moons ago.” His hands land on my waist as I shake my head.

“Nonsense. I am glad for the time we got with Aemond and… and Helaena. But we must leave now and we must do it quickly.”

He puts on some rags quickly, grabbing a cloak as I pull my hood up. He takes one last look around the room and I see longing in his eyes, this was the room of many memories, for both of us. I could tell he was scared, terrified even, of what lay again, but when his eyes met mine, there was hope.

I take his hand in mine as we make our way through the Red Keep, using some of the tunnels Aegon and I have discovered a couple years ago. Hand in hand we enter the Kings Landing, keeping our heads low.

I feel my heart ring in my ears, my hand shaking in the his tight grip. It is true we have dreamed of sailing to Braavos while in each others arms before. But many things came between the dream and us, mostly the love we both had for his siblings, even after he was forced to marry sweet Helaena, and even despite Alicent and Viserys driving them all apart.

Other things kept me up at night, Aegon was nothing but kind to me, but I heard whispers and talks of how he would behave behind closed doors. How he was less than kind. How he was nothing short of a monster.

I have to leave Ageon to deal with the White Worm while I wait outside the door anxiously, thinking back on the past.

There came a day when I saw a maiden run out of his chamber, crying and shivering, her dress still not fully down. I stormed into the room to find Aegon drunk. I waited for hours for him to sober up and wake up and when he did, I saw the same little boy I fell in love with and my anger faded and I just pleaded with him to never do that again. To call on me for his desires, be it anger or pleasure. I did not want him hurting another soul but Aegon did not want to hurt me.

We came to a fragile agreement he wont do it again, and I believe he has broken it by now, at least a couple of times. But he was trying, I told myself. In the end, he tried his best. I grip my own hand as the door creaks open and Aegon walks out, he looks at me and his expression softens.

“We will be okay. White Worm recommends we hide out for a few days, as it is likely my mother will follow every ship that has left if I am not to be found. She will be on high alert.”

“Where do we go?” I ask, my anxiety rising.

“The Sept. Nobody will think to look for me there.” He extends me his arm and we stand, slithering through the streets again, until we make it to the Sept. The door creaks as we slip inside.

He pulls out a bottle, taking a generous chug. A nervous habit, he calls it. I know it is a bigger problem than either of us admit, but I cant bring myself to lecture him, not on a day like today. I do something else, something I don’t often indulge in.

I take the bottle out of his hands, taking a generous chug myself. A sweet red, his favorite, but I struggle to keep it down. He looks at me and I see that the boy I love so much looks like such a tired man now. The weight of the world has fallen on him, but before I can offer him comfort, he wraps me into a hug.

“We’ll be okay.” I hang my hands at my sides, gripping the bottle tight. Ageon pulls away, kissing my forehead. “I promise, Y/N.”

I know I should respond but my eyes fill with tears as I take a chug again, passing him the bottle. He drinks it silently, keeping one of his arms around me.

Hours pass but it feels like years and now we find ourselves sitting at the altar. White Worm has send us more wine and so we drink, both too proud to admit we are scared. Or maybe too scared to say it out loud, in case the fear grows into something worse. Eventually vine wears us down and I lean my head on his shoulder, breathing in the familiar sent.

“So we are going to Braavos?” I ask, twisting the bottle of wine in my hands.

“Anywhere.” He chuckles, making me lift up along with his shoulders. “Or wherever they will have a runaway King.”

“And his whore.” He taps me on the head gently.

“You’re more than that.” I know he means it, but I know better, I will always be the whore in other eyes. Sweet Helaena is his woman, even if she suffers for it.

“What will we do?” I ask and glance at Aegon only to find him staring at me. His eyes look soft in the dim light, like he is looking at the most beautiful thing. I sit up, heat rising to my cheeks.

“Drink and dine.” I smile, gently, but my hands shake, and Aegon notices. He has always been observant and careful around me. “If we had Sunfyre, we could just offer protection to some of the traders. But now we will have to trade ourselves, I suppose.”

“You never did take me on a ride with him.” I nudge him, but my heart aches for the dragon. I know they will both miss each other deeply.

“Maybe he will find us.” He says, hope in his voice. I rest my head on his shoulder again.

“Maybe. Then we will drink and dine our lives away.” He leans his head on mine.

“Mhm.” A chuckle escapes his lips. “What a wonderful life we have ahead.”

I find his hand, gripping it tightly, as if its the manifestation of the hope we share in this fragile moment. Like holding his hand means pulling the dream closer.

But part of me knows this isn’t how our story will end. But of one thing I am certain, I will follow Ageon to Hell itself if I have to. Despite everything, he was the one who had my heart and my soul. Not because of our titles, or lack of, not because of the riches or anything else, simply because him and I, we loved each other.

And I had to convince myself that will be enough to matter what happens weeks, months or years from now.

I don’t know what happened but we must have passed out and ended up under the altar as I am woken up suddenly when I hear the footsteps echo around us. I grip Aegons arm, hoping he wakes as the steps stop right where we are. Aegon grumbles something in his sleep and I feel a hand grip my ankle.

I let out a scream as I am dragged on the floor, blinded by the sudden light it takes me a moment to register what I’m seeing.

The twin knights are before us, Arryk and Erryk, one of them, I cant tell who, holding Aegon up roughly, saying something to his face, as the other drags me up, but my gaze stays glued on the other pair.

Aegon escapes the grip of the knight, making a run for it, even if for a second, because he is tackled down mere moments after. My heartbeat rings in my ears again. The other twin stars dragging me out while Ageon is once again is pulled up and now dragged out too. He’s screaming and grumbling and his panicked eyes meet mine.

Suddenly I find my voice again and start to scream and wiggle too, but to no avail. Soon I feel a breeze on my skin and we are outside. My arms begin to ache as I look ahead. Ser Criston is in front of Ageon and the knight, his sword out.

Aegon makes a run for it again and I see a cloaked figure run after him. I tug hard one last time, slipping out of the loosened grasp the twin had on me, running after past the dueling men, launching myself down the stairs to catch up to Ageon.

I stumble and fall, but once I pick myself up I see Aemond holding Aegon down. The brother looks at me, but he doesn’t seem surprised.

“Please” I whisper but I don’t think he can hear me through Aegons yells. I watch the scene unfold while not being able to move a muscle. We lost.

“Let me go and we’ll find a ship and sail away.” I look up after hearing Aegon say that, as he grips his brothers face. I rise to my feet, stumbling closer.

“I beg you Aemond.” I fall to my knees as he looks at me, his gaze softening just a little. “Let us go. You can be king, and we all know you would make a good one. Aegon and I will disappear.”

“Y/N.” His voice is firm as he looks back at his brother.

“Please.” Aegon pleads, but I feel a firm hand land on my shoulder.

“The Queen awaits.” Ser Criston. I ball my fists looking at the stones under me, but it feels like the whole world is slipping under.

There is silence. I look up to see Aemond looking at me – there is a shadow of something in his eyes. Perhaps he would have let us go, if it weren’t for the knight. Maybe he felt sorry for the life he couldn’t give us.

I look at Aegon now, his shoulders slouched over, defeat in his face. He has once again aged a dozen years in a mere moment and I can feel my heart break. I close my eyes for a second, dreaming of Braavos and us riding Sunfyre together. The life we could have had. Away from this pain.

I stand up and face the reality. I look at Aegon as he looks at me.

“I-” I cant get anything out, choking up on my words.

Ser Criston pushes us ahead and Aemond follows in silence. We start making our way back to the Red Keep, towards the future we didn’t choose.

Until Aegon stops, suddenly looking at me. He turns around and faces Ser Criston and Prince Aemond.

“I will follow without trouble and take the crown without a fuss if you do one last thing for me, brother.” He firmly looks at his brother, who listens closely. “Let Y/N go. Let her get on a ship and sail away, away from all of this. Let at least her be free.”

“We can do that.” Aemond doesn’t hesitate and Ser Criston is left with little room to disagree. The men face me now.

“Hurry up.” Criston urges impatiently as I feel the ground shift beneath my feet again. I stumble in place, confused.

“I will not go.” I turn to Aegon who grabs my shoulders, both helping me stand and making me face him fully.

“You must.” “Not without you.” He shakes his head, his grip on me tightening.

“We both can’t be free. But you can Y/N. And I am letting you go.” Tears prick my eyes as I now shake my head. “You don’t deserve this.”

“Neither do you Aegon.” My voice breaks as tears now roll down my face. “Who am I without you?”

“Everything.” He shakes me a little, as if that would change my mind. “You can be happy across the Narrow Sea.”

“I am happy at your side.” I spit out balling my fists.

“I am to be King. You will never be at my side equally.” I wiggle out of his hands, stepping back, almost bumping into Aemond.

“Do you command this?” I wipe the tears that have made their way down my face. “Are you sending me away?”

“I want you to be free.” I grab his face now, pulling him closer to me.

“Then I am free to choose and I choose to stay by your side. In any way I can.” I let him go, my hands shaking. “I beg you, Aegon.”

He closes his eyes for a moment, his brows furrowing. His lower lip shakes a little and I know he is at his breaking point. He has had enough. I reach for his hand, and it takes him a moment, but he squeezes back.

“I can’t promise you freedom later on.” He opens his eyes and I offer him a gentle smile, or my best attempt at it.

“I know.” I look ahead at the castle and feel a pit in my stomach open up, the fear slowly creeping out. But I feel his warm hand in mine, and hang onto it as a promise of some hope. Whatever the future holds, I know I just want him in it. “I’m staying.”

“Foolish choice.” Aemond  chimes in, but pushes me along.

I notice something, though, his shove is gentle. Aemond and I have become somewhat friends and perhaps he was glad I stayed. Maybe part of him knew he might need a friend.

We make the rest of the way in silence, our shadows growing behind us as creatures of doubt and uncertainty. None of us knew what tomorrow holds, but the choice was made.

And as sun hid behind the Red Keep and let part of me go across the Narrow sea. Small part of me took a small part of Aegon and Sunfyre and made a life there. Part of me got to grow old with the love of my life, part of me rode on dragon back, part of me remained happy and safe forever.

The rest of me? Loved Aegon fully.

A/N: I am actually so curious as to what you think! Please leave your thoughts bellow (or anonymously in my AMA) but as I said in the note above, I wrote Aegon as I see him which, could be quite clouded from me relating to his backstory and stuff like that. Also its been a hot minute since I wrote so please forgive me if it kinda is bad haha. Anyways, I missed posting here and I missed you guys. I feel inspired to write more in this way of seeing Aegon and Aemond and the lot.

Any additional stories written with soft boy Aegon will be linked bellow:

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